I couldn't leave you all hanging over night.

Chapter 25:

She looked around the room and Quinn's clothes were gone. There was no sound coming from the bathroom so she wasn't in the shower. She was just gone. Santana lifted herself up to look at the bedside table to see if there was a note and then found her phone in her jeans that Quinn had placed neatly at the foot of the bed for her. No texts or calls. Nothing. Just one night and she was gone. How had she gotten herself into this mess again? She was miserable without Quinn, sure, but she had started trying to deal with the idea of not having her around. Then, Quinn walks in and has her naked in under five minutes. Maybe Quinn just needed closure sex. She thought back to the night before and felt it was perfect. Exactly what they needed to start talking again. And now… she's alone.

The door swung open and the still naked Santana quickly grabbed the comforter to shield herself from the intruder.

"Not like I haven't seen it before," Quinn joked nonchalantly while trying to close the door with her foot and carry two cups of steaming coffee at the same time. Santana smiled before hiding it. She didn't know what last night meant to Quinn and she didn't want to let on that she had frantically looked for any sign that the girl didn't just make her an unconventional one night stand. "Also, you really need to start locking this door? What if some drunkard from the party last night stumbled in? They'd get a free show."

"You're still here?" She questioned and stated at the same time.

"Of course I'm still here. Did you think I'd leave you?" Quinn sat on her side of the bed and passed Santana her coffee before setting her own on the table.

"How was I supposed to know? I woke up and you weren't here and it's not like I planned on what happened last night and we didn't exactly review afterwards."

Quinn turned toward her and her hand went to tuck hair behind Santana's ear.

"I don't want that to be the last time we're together. It was amazing and I loved it, but I don't want it to be the last time."

Santana's moved herself so that her head was in Quinn's lap and Quinn continued to play with her hair as Santana started moving her hands up and down Quinn's clothed thighs.

"I don't either, but I don't know what to do."

"I have a suggestion."

"You do?" Santana sounded hopeful.

"I can't not be with you, San. I tried, but I can't. That's why I didn't tell my parents. That would somehow make you not being here real."

"Okay?"

"I've spent my whole life being told by everyone that Finn and I were going to have a happily ever after and there for awhile I thought maybe that's how love feels. Maybe I'm expecting too much because if this is what they're always on about in the movies, there's really not that much write home about. Then, I met you and I thought about how wrong everyone else was and how right those movies are after all."

"You're such a romantic," Santana mocked recalling how good it felt being in Quinn's arms and just talking.

"My mom told you about what your aunt did for us?"

"Yeah, I'm surprised you let it happen. You can be a stubborn little bitch sometimes, Q."

"I didn't have a choice. It's my parents decision and I had to let them make it, but at least I know they're going to be okay and not drowning in debt."

"I can't believe she did that. I had no idea."

"I take it you told her about us?"

"Yeah, she wanted to know what was going on with me and why I returned early. I just couldn't keep it from her anymore."

"How'd she take it?"

"She loaned your parents money. How do you think she took it? I mean, I'm sure she went to church and said a few prayers for me so I can still get into heaven being the Catholic that she is, but she understood."

"I have to stay here."

Santana shot up at that. She thought they were working toward something, but Quinn's repeating her same old 'I can't leave' mantra.

"I thought..."

"I have to stay here until my dad is better. The doctors in Warren say he should be fine in about a week. Then, I have to help him get the store back open. My mom said you're helping with that apparently."

"She asked for my advice."

"After that…" She took a deep breath and made sure Santana was looking at her as she said, "I'm all yours."

"Wait? What?"

Quinn moved until she was straddling Santana who was sitting up at the head of the bed.

"If you can give me a few more weeks, I can give you forever or at least however long you'll have me."

"Forever works for me."

What Quinn had said was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to her. Quinn kissed her before she could even respond and Santana started to peel clothes off of the beautiful girl she wanted to touch so badly.

Even though they had been together a mere few hours before, this time was different. They took things slower once Quinn's body settled in between Santana's legs. Quinn's tongue moved smoothly over Santana's bottom lip enticing her to open her mouth further and let in. Once she did, Quinn moaned into her mouth loving the feeling of her tongue on Santana's. Her arm moved down Santana's side and then back up to caress her breast.

Last night, Quinn had been so panicked that they had one night and one night only to express themselves physically before Santana would wake up and run back to Indianapolis without her. When Quinn woke up she stared at the indescribable beauty that was Santana Lopez. Her hair sweeping over her face, her flawless caramel skin, her nose which looked extra adorable as she slept for some inexplicable reason and it all took her breath away.

It was in those moments that she decided to be happy. She thought about her parents and how they'd been pushing her to go, but she never listened. She thought about Beth, who was leaving Jasper as soon as she could get enough money together. She thought about Finn who she had realized this past month, she had outgrown not only as a potential mate, but also somewhat as a friend. She thought about her brother and her father in that chair. She had always thought it was her fault. She knew it wasn't logical. She knew she didn't cause the accident that ended her brother's life and paralyzed her father causing her family unimaginable pain, but logic didn't matter.

You see, the day of the accident, Quinn was supposed to be in that car that day. She'd made plans to drive with her dad over to the field to watch her brother, but at the last minute, she backed out because she'd been in a fight with Kaleb over him invading her privacy. It was something stupid and it made her tell her dad to leave her behind. She'd always felt bad about that. Maybe if she had been in the car, it would have been her instead of Kaleb. Maybe the accident wouldn't have happened at all because she'd give her brother a hug after the win and that 10-second delay would have meant they would have missed the truck entirely. She was constantly replaying those thoughts in her mind and she felt she needed to make amends to her family. She needed to stay behind and work as much as they needed her to so they could at least make ends meet. Every decision she had made since the accident was about making up for that night. That night that at first was filled with happy news and an acceptance letter. That night was supposed to be the beginning of her life, not the end. And there she was staring at the love of her life begging her to be with her, but not being able to leave behind the baggage she had long been collecting.

The truth was clear to her as her eyes took in both the present picture and the future one. She was not needed in Jasper. She wasn't supposed to run a hardware store, bide her time in a bookstore or mow lawns for tourists on summer vacations. She was supposed to love this girl and give her the life she wanted and needed. She was supposed to be loved by this girl so she could return those wants and needs. Her heart started racing as she thought of never seeing Santana again. Her body forced her to stop that thought because it was unbearable. She thought about what it would be like to see her like this every morning. They'd wake up. Quinn would wake first because she was the earlier riser. She'd make coffee and bring the cups into their master bedroom, which would be decorated with architecture plans designed by Santana and some old ones belonging to her father. She'd set the cup down next to her sleeping beauty and she'd lean in to kiss her forehead. Santana would stir at the touch and the smell of hazelnut, which was her favorite coffee flavor. They'd share mornings like this each weekend and more hectic ones throughout the week as they both readied for work. She saw their house. She saw their walks around the city and their vacations to Italy and Greece so Santana could take in the ancient architecture. It was then that the staring at the girl that used to be her girlfriend grew too difficult. She needed to be staring at the girl who was her girlfriend. So, she got up slowly making sure not to wake her. She picked up pieces of their clothing placing Santana's neatly at the edge of the bed and pulling on her shirt and jeans before opening and shutting the door without a sound.

She walked up to the house seeing the remnants of plastic cups and beer cans that littered the backyard. She entered the kitchen and smelled the coffee being poured by Rachel. She walked over to the girl and held up two fingers signaling the two cups she would need. Rachel pulled out two more and poured hot liquid before mixing it with the hazelnut cream Santana had left behind.

"So, you stayed over?" Rachel half asked and half accused.

"And you're wearing Finn's T-shirt." Quinn did the same. "He wears that one a lot."

"This is awkward."

"Not really. He's all yours. I'm good."

"I like him."

"I'm glad. He's a good guy."

"Yeah, he is. I've never really been like this before. Meet someone and just go for it. It's different, but I think he and I can actually be something."

"Good. I want him to be happy. If it's with you, then that's great. Besides, I'm not really one to judge about moving fast in relationships. I owe you a thank you anyway."

"For what?"

"For making her come back down here."

Rachel sipped her coffee while staring seriously at Quinn.

"If you're going to hurt her again, I will have to murder you. I don't want to, but it's a thing. I'm not a violent person, but I do have access to crow bar if need be."

"I don't know what I was so scared of before. It's like I woke up this morning and realized I'd almost lost this part of me. I want everything she wants."

"Good. Go tell her that."

Rachel smiled as she took her coffee along with another cup along with her.

"Tell Finn I said hi. Well, maybe don't. That might be weird."

"Weird." Rachel replied in a singsong voice without turning back around.

It was just a few minutes later that Quinn's tongue was rhythmically pushing, licking, sucking, and flicking Santana's clit. Her fingers had been inside and out, thrusting hard and fast for a few minutes before she moved down to taste her. Santana's hips were jerking up at every single touch. She came and Quinn helped her make it last before moving back up to meet her mouth. Her fingers stayed inside but remained still.

"I love when you do this." Santana's breathing was slowing as Quinn kissed her again. "When you stay inside, it makes me feel…"

"Whole?" Quinn finished her sentence.

"Yeah," Santana used her hands to push the hair out of Quinn's face and kissed her again. "I love you."

"I love you."

"Roll over."

Quinn didn't need to be told twice. She pulled her fingers out to give her wrist a break, but as soon as Santana was on top of her, Santana took them and gently put them back inside her body causing Quinn to moan in pleasure before Santana's fingers moved to Quinn's clit and she gasped in pleasure. Santana's hips pushed down and in. Quinn's fingers stayed still, which Santana seemed to be okay with. Santana's fingers were pushed just right to make Quinn feel the rush starting. Santana sat back and started moving her hips in a circular pattern making Quinn's fingers move around inside her and bringing her a whole new level of ecstasy. Santana's fingers sloppily moved down and pushed inside Quinn trying to emulate the pattern. It didn't take long before Quinn had snapped up craving more of that movement. She pushed Santana back so that her head was at the end of the bed and Quinn was circling her hips and pushing down so Santana could feel the friction between their bodies.

"Fuck!" Quinn screamed into the air.

Santana's other arm went to Quinn's waist to hold her up while her thrusts and circles continued to increase in pace and direction. "God, baby! I'm almost there."

Santana moved that same arm up to cup the back of Quinn's neck to force her to look down and meet her eyes.

"Come for me, baby! I want to feel you all over me." Santana had never felt this aroused in her entire life. Every time with Quinn had been amazing, but for some reason, this was by far the most amazing moment they'd shared having sex and she felt extra confident in her ability to make Quinn's body react the way she wanted it too.

"Jesus!" Quinn's body froze before twitching and jerking. Santana's fingers started curling and pushing and pulling at a frantic pace as Quinn came hard all over her hand. As the wetness slid down her wrist, Santana's body had a reaction of its own and she came with Quinn's fingers still trapped inside her. It took everything in her to keep up the pace. She wasn't done with Quinn's body and she wanted so badly to make her come again. "God, don't stop, baby."

Santana flipped them again as sweat fell off their bodies. She pushed her fingers deep inside Quinn while using her hips for leverage. She couldn't take it anymore. She needed to taste what she had just caused. She pushed herself down while keeping her quick pace and Quinn's hand went to the back of her head. Her lips took her clit and sucked on it causing it to swell and throb further. She flattened her tongue and slid it from Quinn's entrance back up to her clit, which she took into her mouth again. She felt Quinn's walls clench around her fingers once more and she started moving them in circles again easily locating Quinn's g-spot and hitting it over and over while the girl's clit was flicked by Santana's tongue. She came again on Santana's hand. Santana stayed where she was. Quinn's hand was telling her it didn't want her to move yet so she just kept licking until the hand holding her head in place softened its grip and she could feel her body start to relax. It was a relaxation she hadn't felt in a very long time. Like she had nothing left to worry about. Santana lifted herself up and hovered over Quinn, who saw the same look of relaxation on the face above her.