All I can say is enjoy.

Quinn's POV

I walked into the police station, I got plenty of stares, I could feel them, but I didn't care. I was hear for Santana, not anyone else. "Hey Quinn, I haven't seen you around your house lately. I heard you moved in with Lopez." I looked at Mike and frowned.

"Why have you been around my house?" His face went flush, I was no Santana Lopez, but I could tell when something was up. Mike grabbed his files and tried to speed off down the hallway, but I grabbed the back of his jacket. "Whoa there cowboy, wanna clue me in?" He turned around and shook his head no.

"I thought she told you." The gears began to turn, slowly, but surely, and I didn't gasp until I'd figured it all out on my own.

"You're the mystery guy?!" Some of the other cops turned towards us and Mike tried to hush me. "Holy…wait you thought who told me? Brittany or Santana?" I questioned curiously.

"Both." Mike said cringing. "I made Santana promise not to say anything-."

"I know she's valiant and respectful as hell you don't have to explain. I'm just surprised that's all." I said before holding up the bag of food I'd brought for Santana. "Is my girl around?" Mike smiled and pointed towards the back, where I think the community kitchen was. I'd only been to the station twice before, and I didn't really get a chance to look around.

I walked down the hallway and leaned against the threshold of the door, I could see Santana sitting in front of a laptop watching surveillance videos with one of the uniformed guys. She looked busy and I figured we wouldn't really have time to eat together anyway, but that was alright.

I understood that she had a very important job to do

"Lopez, your wife is here." One of the guys shouted before winking my way, I could've smacked him, but these were a bunch of guys, I didn't expect anything else. There Santana was, in the middle of a boys club.

Santana looked up and gave me a smile. "I'm going on break." Santana got up from behind the laptop and walked over, kissing me on the cheek so she wouldn't get crap from the rest of the guys. "Hey, did you bring me lunch? You're such an angel." She said taking the bag out of my hands and peeking in.

"You look busy, I just wanted to drop this off for you-."

"No we're gonna eat together." Santana grabbed my hand and led me towards her office, which was one of the biggest in the building with two walls and two windows; her view was about 15 stories up and overlooked the busy street beneath us. "Did you finish working on that landscape piece?" She asked me as she searched her desk drawers for Styrofoam plates. I opened up the Chinese food and fixed our plates while she took off her jacket.

"Yep, that's why I came over here for lunch. I figured Chinese food might be a little better than that street vendor crap you're always eating." Santana smiled and took a bite of her eggroll; she knew I'd had her made.

"You're so mean to me, it hurts." She could be so dramatic at times. It was the cutest thing in the world.

"So that one guy who called me your wife, what's his story?" I asked.

"He's a jerk, always pissed off because he didn't make Sergeant, dude's been threatening to go federal for the past year, but it's not gonna happen. Don't pay him any mind, sometimes we'll get in there and talk about our girls or whatever." She seemed so nonchalant, but she had me curious now.

"What do you guys say about me?" I asked.

"Uh…stuff…" I reached across her desk and smacked her shoulder.

"You'd better tell me. San, it'll make me too nervous walking through here." I explained. "Do you talk about my body with them? Ew, ew, ewwie."

"Babe I just brag a little, I don't talk about your body though, I don't want any of them checking you out when you come in. That's my job." We finished up our meal, talking about our days, Santana was a little reserved, but that's typically how she was when she was in work mode. Once she'd cleaned up everything I walked over and closed Santana's door and her blinds. "Whatcha doin?"

"Nothin." I said playfully. I straddled Santana's hips like it was nothing, like it was something I'd done my whole life. She loved this, she loved exhilarating things, she loved excitement, she loved when I just went out on a limb. "So that whole no kissing thing, are we really going to stick to that?" Santana laughed, she knew I was pulling every one of her strings every which way. "Don't you want to kiss me?" I asked her.

"Of course I do, but I have self control." She assumed me.

"Do you?" I questioned.

"Do you wanna go out with me?" She asked her eyes traveling up my body until our eyes met. "I mean I know my laugh is goofy, and my eyes aren't as golden and perfect as yours, but…I'm not such a shabby date."

"I'd love to." I told her leaning in until our lips were so close they were daring. "Where are you taking me?"

"Out." She could be so frustrating at times. "I'll take you somewhere nice." She promised before kissing my forehead. "But until then I've got to get back to work, before the guys start talking about how I've had you in here for an hour with the blinds closed." I got up and kissed both her cheeks and her forehead.

"You just make sure no one messes with that cute face of yours." I touched the cut above Santana's eyebrow and smiled.. "I don't like when people mess with my merchandise." Santana grinned at my words and kissed my hand.

"Tonight at 8." She said.

…

The dinner was like something out of a fairytale. She laughed at everything I said. Her smile made me feel alive. I wondered how I'd gotten lucky, a stupid fire had made me lucky. To be here with the woman I love, it was perfect. "You're perfect." I told her, everything about her blush made it even more true.

"Don't tell me that, it'll get to my head. I'll start to think I'm invincible." She waved the waitress over and asked for the bill.

"Maybe you are." Santana looked at me skeptically. "You survived four tours overseas. You've survived the streets of New York. You survived that maniac in Rachel's apartment. You are invincible, like superwoman-."

"Stop." She said as she paid the bill. "No more talk about me. Hey how come Beth isn't with us? Did she not want to come?" Santana asked.

"She's with Kurt and Blaine for the night, they took her to the ballet and she's staying the night." I explained. "Come on, let's head back, you've got that really good wine back at your place."

"Our place." She corrected as she took my hand and we left the restaurant. We took the Subway back to her place, I had no idea if we'd be drinking and I didn't want to risk driving if we had. There was something in the air, something so surreal between us, she kept looking at me.

Kissing me with her touch, undressing me with her eyes. When we made it back to the apartment, she was so quiet, that I could barely breathe. "What are you thinking about?" I asked her as we both sipped wine and looked at one another like we'd just met tonight.

"Nothing." She said setting her glass down.

"That's not what your eyes are telling me." I stepped closer to her and rested my hands on either side of her body.

"What are my eyes telling you?" She questioned.

"That you want me." The kiss was gentle, it was more about need than want at this time. It was more about feel than touch, and when Santana pulled back and our eyes met, we both knew there was no turning back.

…

Santana's POV

Her skin was like honey, everything I touched, everything I tasted, forced me to go back for more. I was pressed back against the counter, and then she was, and then I was again. Our lips finding every bit of skin, our tongues touching and tasting every pour from the neck up.

It was her dress hitting the floor, in one fluid motion, as swift and smooth as a dancer. I couldn't keep my hand off her, I didn't care if I was being dominant, she liked that, the sounds she made, no, she loved it.

We made it to the bedroom, she shoved me down on the bed, for that moment when I could just look at her body, it was like heaven. She let me look. She unclasped her bra and let it fall to the ground, she pulled off her panties and tossed them behind her. I finally understood what those pictures meant. I finally understood why she blindfolded me that afternoon. It wasn't for art. It was for her. It was so that she could watch me feel my own vulnerability, it was so she could see me for who I really am. In this moment I was doing the same thing, there were no blindfolds or cameras, but it was exactly the same.

Every breath she took, took my breath away.

I pulled my shirt over my head, and I could see it from the moment she saw the scar, she was drawn to it. I laid down and let her fingers touch it, I didn't mind. "Did it hurt?" She asked quietly. "Were you afraid?"

"I didn't feel anything." I told her truthfully. I flipped our positions so that I was on top of her. "If I go too fast tell me, if I hurt you tell me, if I-."

"Santana." Quinn whispered against my lips. "I want you right now, don't stop, I just…want you." I trailed her until I couldn't tell the different between her heartbeat and mine, my hand moved down her body until I could feel the heat of her against my fingers. I pressed my lips against her neck, when I entered her she whimpered, I thought for sure I'd hurt her. "Keep going." It wasn't like this was her first time, but it was our first time.

We were gentle, we didn't rush, I loved feeling her move against my fingers, against my tongue, she was beautiful in everything she did. She was breathtaking when she climaxed.

Afterwards we laid there, tangled up in each other's arms. Quinn was silent, I needed her to say something. "Hey…" I kissed her shoulder and pushed her hair out of her face. "You okay?" I asked.

"God I feel like an idiot." My heart constricted, did I make a mistake? Did I push her too far. She sense the worry in my eyes and smiled. "I meant…I should've let you fuck me on our first date." We looked at one another and laughed.

"We made love, we didn't fuck." I corrected.

"I love when you say fuck, it's so sexy." She joked. "I'm tired…" She said with a yawn.

"Did I wear you out?" I asked and she nodded right away.

"I love it though, the thing with your tongue…" Her smile grew. "You're just as ambitious in the bedroom as you are outside." I loved when she got in her mode of saying everything that came to mind.

"I told you, you were a screamer though, you didn't believe me before. The ringing in my ears is the proof for that." She rolled her body against mine and cuddled up closer to me. "I love you, Quinn."

"I love you too." She fell asleep with her hand over my heart. I fell asleep when I was certain that she was, and I was certain that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her in my arms.

…

I woke up to the sound of music and footsteps coming in and out of my room. When I finally did stand up and throw on some pajama pants to match my tank top, I saw Beth peeking into the room, before running off.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth before I went after Beth, who as it turned out was hiding behind Quinn who was in the middle of editing some of her pictures in front of her laptop. This was the first time Beth had ever hid from me and I was most certainly curious as to why.

"What's wrong with Beth?" I asked Quinn.

"Oh I told her to stop checking in on you, cause if she kept doing that then you're turn into a big angry monster and bite her little toes off." Quinn was such a perpetrator sometimes. I sat down and held out my arms.

"Beth, your mom was just playing a trick on you. Your toes will always be safe in this house." Beth smiled and rushed over and tackled me to the ground.

"Mama, how come mommy tricked me?" I looked up at Quinn was hiding her smile at what Beth had just called me.

"Cause she's a meanie head." I replied. I looked over Beth's shoulder at Quinn who was flicking me off. I stuck out my tongue at her and I was about to take Beth's shoe and throw it at her, when there was a knock at the door. I lifted Beth up into my arms and we went over to see who it was.

When I opened the door, Sugar and Buddy were standing there. "Hi, who should we talk to first?" I asked Beth.

Sugar wasn't exactly willing to wait. "Me first cause I'm coming to talk to Quinn. But you owe me earplugs." She said before patting my cheek.

"Earplugs for what?" Beth asked curiously. I'm sure I was blushing right now, so I just sent Beth back to hang out with Sugar and Quinn. I hadn't seen Buddy in a couple of days, and here he was standing in my doorway, like he'd been before. His eyes spelled out trouble.

"Hey ladies, Buddy and I are going to go for a quick walk, we'll be back." I told them.

"And when we come back, I'm gonna show you some boxing moves little one." Buddy said waving bye to Beth. We went into the elevator in silence. Walked through the lobby in silence. It wasn't until we'd made it around the block that Buddy spoke again. "Quinn was glowing-."

"Buddy, what is it?" I knew it was serious, I couldn't wait any longer. "You're in your street clothes, you look like hell, and you've come to my place twice."

"Maybe we should go back to the station-." We stopped walking, I couldn't handle this.

"Why-?"

"Because someone could be watching." He looked paranoid, he looked like half of the guys overseas when we'd been stuck in shootouts for hours upon end. I didn't have my gun on me, and I felt completely useless. "When you were out of town this guy came into the station, he was bad news-."

"Did the cameras catch his, what did he look like? Did you bring him-."

"He was spewing threats, his hood covered his face, San…I dunno, he seemed crazy but serious. I'm in my street clothes because I've been watching your place for the past couple of days." I ran my fingers through my hair and checked my phone.

"I'm gonna make Quinn and Beth stay with Brittany." I told him. "And uh…I'll go out and find this guy-."

"That's not rational. San-." He grabbed my arm before I could try and figure everything out myself. "They'll stay with you, you've got a gun, and you're not gonna let some punk intimidate you. We'll find him."

"I'm gonna worry about them." I said as we headed back towards my place. "I'll take care of it."

"Hey, no." He wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "We'll take care of it. I've gotta protect my little sis." I shoved him away as we walked into my apartment. "Beth come on, let me show you how to throw an uppercut." Beth ran over towards Buddy and they stood in the middle of the room.

"Kick his ass Beth!" Sugar shouted.

Quinn and I laughed. I sat down next to her and took the computer from her. "What were you two talking about?" Quinn asked.

"It's secret police business." Sugar whispered.

"Yup." I said. I went on Google and searched Quinn's name. A bunch of pictures of her in a cheerleading uniform popped up. "Jesus, do you still have this uniform?" I asked. Sugar smacked the back of my head.

"You are such a perv." Sugar said.

"I was curious." I defended.

"Santana go away." Sugar said trying to pull me up to my feet, I didn' budge. "Quinn and I were talking."

"About me?" I asked Quinn.

"About you know…" Quinn said blushing.

"Well I was present for that, but I guess I'll have to go over there and show Beth how to break someone's nose." Quinn grabbed the front of my shirt and kissed me passionately, so intensely, that I could feel everyone's eyes on us.

"Ewwie!" Beth said from where she was standing.

"Yeah I know." I told Beth jokingly. "So gross."

I hope you don't mind a little drama, the romance was alright wasn't it?