A/N: This isn't it! One more coming!

Love They Say (Tegan and Sara)

Santana's POV

Blood Red.

I had been at the nail salon when I called my wife.

Although I am sure she doesn't remember that fateful phone call way back in the beginning of our tryst...but I was trying to recreate it...

Right down to the same nail salon and the same pink nail polish but then she got rude on the phone.

She killed the magic.

But she was pregnant and hormonal.

Right?

So I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt.

I had paused because I thought I was just hearing things but then when I realized how pissed she was...

When I thought about the things that I was willing to let her do to me...I got angry.

Although, I'm not sure who I was angry with...her or me...so I ended the call.

And then as the first stroke of pink was put onto my nails...I stopped the woman.

"Make them red...and can you point the edges...you know like Rihanna?"

"Are you sure about that?"

I looked at my nail woman, we had known each other for fifteen years and she knew my style.

She also knew that I was a lesbian and that sharp nails don't really bode well.

But in that short amount of time since hanging up, I had made up my mind.

I was mad at Quinn.

"Yes, T. I know that you worry all the time about me and Q...but we are okay. It's just for fun."

"Doesn't sound like it."

"She's got pregnancy hormones...she's constantly sexually frustrated and-"

"Save it Santana."

I looked up at my little nail woman, the same woman who I still came to when I was in my deep depression, who had allowed me to come sit in her chair even though I just got a simple manicure with no polish, even though she was the expert on everything fancy.

I had been wasting her talents for months but she allowed it.

Even when she had appointments, she would push people off just so that I could sit and talk to her.

She listened to me bitch and moan, let me cry and only said kind words

Honest words.

I always left feeling more like myself because of Tia.

She reminded me of a softer version of my mother.

But that was before she cut me off and got that motherly look in her eyes, I had never seen her quite like this.

It gave me chills.

"But I-"

She shook her head and dropped my hand onto the table.

"Look, you know that I love you and I have come to love your wife just from what you tell me about her and that little girl of yours that sits so nice for me, the sweetest, politest little thing...she's got free manicures for life. Just seeing you with her tells me that you absolutely love your family. Am I right?"

"Absolutely."

"Then you really need to think about this. Think about the spitefulness and the hurt that you two have gone through over the years. You have come so far, just in the last year. You need to really think about how you want to handle things going forward. Maybe it's time that you change how you handle things in your marriage. Turn the tables on the chaos...I mean hasn't it taken long enough for you to realize that she is your forever...if you still want her to be...how long have you been married? Five years? That's a long time."

I smiled and shook my head.

"Ten."

"Hmm?"

"We've been together for almost fifteen years, married for ten of them."

She nodded and picked my hand back up and started buffing my edges.

"Then you should know better. I won't give you sharp nails...I don't care what type of kinky shit you're into, you will not intentionally hurt her. With her permission is a different story or do I need to bring up your cheek?"

I shook and dropped my head.

"No...that's not necessary."

I had been humbled.

My heart had been so quick to drop the romance and instead was going for punishment but that's not what this night was supposed to be about.

"Good, you know better, Santana."

She was right, I did know better.

Tia sighed after seeing that I took heed to her words and so I smiled softly before shrugging.

"I do."

"You want the pink right?" She asked as she went to reach for the original color.

I shook my head and smiled softly.

"Can I still have red?"

I hadn't expected Q to come into her office and submit to me right away.

Shit, I didn't even expect that kind of thing at all.

Me being naked had been a last second decision...

I wanted to be honest and open for her, in hopes that she would do the same for me.

And it worked out better than I had ever expected.

"How are you feeling?" I asked as I stood there against her desk looking into her glittering eyes.

"Better than earlier." She said clearly with a small smile.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She looked me up and down and then dropped her head and shrugged.

"I guess."

Her confidence was either shot or she was just trying to give me what she thought that I wanted.

"Come on...let me help you up."

I held my hand out to her and she looked up at me in shock.

Maybe she thought we were still fighting because in the next moment, my big bad wife looked like she was going to cry.

"I'm sorry, baby love." She said before wiping at her dry eyes with the backs of her hands and taking a deep breath.

She looked like she really didn't want to move.

But I held both my hands out this time.

"Come on, Q...I need you to talk to me...please?"

Her hormones were still crazy and so I was nice enough to put my shirt back on but I don't think that helped much.

She kept staring at my legs and rubbing her knees together.

Lust clouded her normally sharp mind but I didn't think that I could honestly do anything with her with anything between us.

I needed the romance and the love back...

"Q?" Her head popped up as she licked her lips.

"Tell me what happened?"

"Happened?" She said...still distracted.

"Earlier...right before I called."

She nodded as she licked her lips again and looked at my legs.

"Dumb client...I uh...lost my case and uh..."

I knew she was horny but this was ridiculous.

Maybe talking this through could wait for later but I was more than a piece of meat.

"Yo Quinn...baby...focus." I said again, this time moving to kneel down in front of her chair.

She looked down at me and smiled like a buffoon.

An endearing and charming buffoon.

"Will this help you focus?" I asked as I smoothed my blood red nails over her thighs.

She looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

She smirked and then licked her lips.

"You have no idea."

"Do you have anything else that you want to say?"

She shook her head. "Not uh...really baby love...maybe just a question..."

"Ask me, Q." I whispered as I gave her my most hooded bedroom eyes.

"Can I fuck you now?"

I ripped my shirt over my head.

"All you had to do was ask."

A/N:Fuck it...something coming next...stay tuned!