A/N: So far, this story has been written from 3rd POV, but mainly from Quinn's perspective. I felt like writing a chapter from Tiago's perspective :')

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P.S.: I wrote a Valentine's Day one shot in the verse of this story, but posted it as a separate story. You can find if you go to my profile!

P.P.S.: Quinntana had sex! How awesome is that? Just like Quinntana Week 2013 (quinntanaweek2013 dot tumblr dot com) will be awesome :'D


"We're so gonna beat Carmel's asses next week," Sam grins as he comes out of the locker room showers. "They won't know what hit them."

Tiago pulls his sweater over his head. "I know. There's no way we're losing, we did great out there. I'm going to go over our strategy with coach Beiste on Monday again, decide on the final formation and such."

Mike joins them as well. "Any ideas on that one yet?"

"Yeah, but I'm probably going to change everything this weekend." Tiago smirks to himself. He knows he draws up the best formations in post coital bliss, and Quinn is always more than happy to assist him. The high of an orgasm energizes him, it makes him bolder and more creative. "Patrick in the goal, obviously. I'm pretty sure I'm putting Sam as centre midfielder. And you're the best centre-back, so no question there, Mike."

Mike nods. "Awesome. Listen, some of the guys are heading over to my place. You wanna join?"

Tiago purses his lips. "Yeah, sure, why not. Coach Sylvester is holding extra practices for the Cheerios anyway and Quinn ends up staying away until super late."


"Sylvester's exhausting the girls even more than usual," Tiago says as he puts his phone away. Quinn just texted him to say she'd be in late and she's really tired, which is usually code for please have coffee and bacon for me.

"Yeah, Brittany says that too," Mike agrees. "She says it's hardly fun anymore, and when Brittany doesn't think something she loves is fun anymore, it's pretty bad. She puts up with it, though. She really wants to get into a good dance school. But I told her already, she's crazy talented, she can get in anywhere she wants. She just needs to graduate high school and the road is wide open for her."

"Listen, not trying to be a dick, but how's that going for her? We all know she's having trouble in most of her classes," Sam says.

Mike sighs. "Yeah, she is. I'm still trying to figure out a way to get her through. I mean, it's such bullshit, you know? I know we need to learn stuff, and that's great, but for her it doesn't matter that much. It's not like she's trying to get into university. She just wants to dance, and she's the best dancer I know. It's so fucked up that this graduation thing can keep her back when she won't even be using it later on."

"We'll get her through this," Tiago says, patting Mike on the back. "I'll talk to Quinn, we can all come up with a plan together. Like, we can all focus on a subject or something. Quinn's really good with science, I can get her through English, you can get her through Algebra, we'll find a way. We're all good at something and we'll all help her."

Mike smiles. "Yeah, we'll get her through. I just worry, you know?"

"Aww, little Mikey's in love," Patrick teases. "Dude, you guys are so whipped. I mean, Tiago's basically Quinn's bitch, she just has to bat her eyelashes and you're in a puddle. And Mercedes has Sam do anything she wants too."

"At least we're getting laid," Sam says smugly. "Can't be said for all of us. How long has it been, Patrick? One year or two?"

Patrick frowns. "I'm so getting laid. Got it on with Emily just last night."

"Sorry to break it to you, but Emily sleeps with anyone on the soccer team that'll have her," Tyler adds. "So that hardly counts."

"Last time I checked, you're not getting laid at all, Tyler," Patrick smirks.

"So you check, huh?" Tiago grins. "Interesting."

"Dude! I'm not gay!" Patrick counters, horrified.

Tiago shrugs. "I don't care if you're gay or straight or bi, no need to get up on your high horse. I mean, aren't like one in ten people supposed to be gay? So statistically there's at least one gay dude on the team."

"Yeah, Tyler," Patrick points out. "The one not getting laid."

"Shut up," Tyler says, rolling his eyes. But when Tiago shares a look with Sam, he knows they both noticed the blush creeping up on his cheeks.


That Friday, Tiago watches Quinn as she enters the choir room. She looks flawless, as always. At times, he still can't believe she's really his girlfriend now. He's been wanting her for so long, longing for her all this time, that sometimes it seems unbelievable that his dream came true. He needs to catch up on reality sometimes.

She sits down on the empty chair next to him - everyone knows they always sit together. She leans in for a quick peck on the lips and then pulls her chair closer to his so she can lean into him. "Hi, handsome," she smiles.

He shakes his head to bring himself back to the real world. "Hi, beautiful. You got plans for tonight?"

"No, not really. I was going to help Lessa bake some cookies. She's going to take them to school, for her birthday. And of course she needs some extra special ones for Bridget."

Tiago rolls his eyes playfully. "She's obsessed with Bridget."

"I guess the love for blondes runs in the family then," Quinn teases. "Legend has it you were just as crazy about me at that age, and I vaguely recall a batch of Extra Special Birthday Cookies you made for me when you turned twelve. Or well, your mom did."

"Hey, look, Finn and Rachel prepared a duet," Tiago changes the subject, blushing heavily. "I wonder what their voices sound like together," he adds in a serious tone, but he knows that Quinn knows he's just joking.


The next day, Tiago's at his desk writing when someone knocks on his door and his favourite voice in the world says: "Time to close the porn, Tiago, your girlfriend's here."

He gets up hastily, opens the door and pulls Quinn inside. He sticks his head out of the door, looks to the left and then to the right.

Quinn rolls her eyes. "Your mom's ironing in the kitchen, your dad thinks he's trying to fix Lessa's bike but probably just making it worse, and Lessa is over at Bridget's house - I just drove her there and scored some points with your mom."

Tiago sighs in relief. "Damn, Quinn, give me a heart attack, why don't you? Well, actually, you do all the time because you look really good all the time." Quinn quirks an eyebrow and Tiago shakes himself out of it. "I know you're thinking I'm being smooth but I meant that. Anyway, I don't think you could lose any credit with my mom even if you tried. She thinks you're perfect. Which you are."

"Do you want anything?" Quinn smirks. "Because that's twice you've kissed my ass in one minute."

Tiago closes the door, locks it and wraps his arms around Quinn's waist. He looks into her hazel eyes and his heart skips a beat. "Yeah. I want to kiss you. Over and over again."

Quinn's face softens. "Any particular reason?"

Tiago cups her cheek and then tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, still one of his favourite things to do. "Because I can," he says truthfully. "Because after years of wanting nothing more than to kiss you and hold you and keep kissing you, I finally can, as many times as I want to."

Quinn doesn't seem to know what to say to that, and she's really good with words. So he leans in and kisses her soft lips. It still feels magical, like that very first time they kissed and his world was just right. He pulls her closer to him and tilts his head a little to deepen the kiss. She nips at his lower lip and a flood of warmth spreads through him.

"I'm so into you, Lucy Quinn Fabray," he mutters against her lips, his hands moving to her ass and nestling in the back pockets of her pants.

"I'm so into you, Santiago Manuel Lopez." She slips her tongue inside his mouth and the kiss soon turns way too passionate to continue standing. "Now get out of those clothes and on that bed," she says, her voice husky. He knows what that means. And he loves it.


"Holy fuck," Tiago mutters, leaning on his elbows. "Fuck fuck fuck." He throws his head back.

Quinn slowly lets go of his dick and licks her lips. "Later, m'dear. Patience is a virtue."

"Just... keep doing that."

Quinn strokes his dick with her fingers and takes the tip in her mouth again. She suckles on it softly, taking it in inch by inch, swirling her tongue around him occassionally. Her warm, wet mouth around his dick is almost more than he can handle. Her tongue is so soft. He whimpers quietly. She hollows her cheeks around his dick and sucks a little harder. He lifts his hips into her. She closes her lips around him and he looks down at her. Her eyes are closed, the better part of his dick is in her mouth. He can feel the head tapping against the back of her mouth - this is the most she's ever been able to take in. He gets ready to pull back a little to give her a chance to breathe, but to his surprise she leans forward and takes in more. He jumps a little when he feels the head of his dick slip into her throat. He almost sees stars - this feels so damn good. She seems fully concentrated. She gags a little, but doesn't give up.

"Shit, baby," he husks. "Damn, that's hot."

She keeps feeding herself more, until her lips hit his pelvis. He lets out a long sigh. She hollows her cheeks again and presses her tongue against his dick. She starts bobbing her head up and down and it feels so damn good.

"I'm gonna cum, baby," he moans. "Shit, I'm so fucking close!"

She pulls back until the head of his dick rests halfway her tongue, but then he can't keep it in any longer and blows his load. She swallows and keeps sucking on him, and all his senses seem to be exploding. She sucks his dick dry and then licks her lips happily.

He pulls her up so she rests on top of him. "Fucking hell. Fucking hell. Fucking hell."

Quinn quirks an eyebrow. "That good?"

"Definitely," Tiago nods eagerly.


His hands on her ass, his head between her legs, her hands on the headboard. He licks her pussy from bottom to top and back again, and she writhes against him. She's never done this before - riding his face - but she seems to be in an experimental mood today and Tiago's loving every second of it.

She moves her hips into his face and he licks her clit with the tip of his tongue. She's moaning so deliciously. He brings one hand upwards and cups her breast, her nipple erect against the palm of his hand. He kneads it softly as he flattens his tongue against her clit. She pants, throwing her head back, her jolts growing more and more violent. She's soaking wet and it tastes heavenly.

When he slips his tongue inside of her, he moans into her pussy. Her walls immediately clamp down on his tongue, his nose rubbing against her clit. She rides his tongue with a passion and he brings both hands to her ass again. She pushes her hips against him and comes much sooner than he expected - she must've been really horny.

Her wetness gushes out of her and he licks up as much as he can. Going down on her is positively one of his favourite activities in the world, but this is a whole new experience. He licks her clit again and she sighs happily.

She gets off him and lies on top of him again, her wet pussy resting against his semi-hard dick - the sound, smell, taste of her reaching and orgasm always gets him going. She wraps her arms around him, he can feel her nipples against his chest. "I want another orgasm, San."

He frowns. She only calls him that in their most tender, loving moments. Also - she just came pretty damn hard, and she's ready to go again? But who is he to deny his girl anything at all?

He trails a hand over her back, to her ass and then to the side. Finally, he takes his own dick and she re-positions her hips. She brings a hand between them and opens her lips, resting her clit against his dick. They rub into eachother until he's fully hard and then he slips his dick inside.

She grunts as he stretches her walls. He pushes deeper, feels her soft walls throb. Her pussy sucks his dick deeper and deeper inside, until he's filling her to the hilt. They thrust into eachother, slowly but steadily. The pace quickens and he feels her walls contract around him - it's the best feeling in the world. She moans, he pants, pushes harder, quicker now. She traps his dick and thrusts against him. She licks him behind his ear and he explodes, his hot seed filling her up. Her pussy contracts even more, milking him entirely. Her walls are fluttering around him, and not much later her moans betray that she's reached her orgasm as well.

She slumps down on him and grins, kissing him lazily. "God, I just love having sex with you, Tiago."

"Mhm," he smiles, running his fingers through her hair. "You're very good at it. I love you too, and I love having sex with you."

"I learned from the best," Quinn winks. "And maybe a little bit online."

Tiago quirks an eyebrow. "You did online research on how to have sex?"

Quinn blushes. "Oh God. That is so not sexy."

"No, actually, it kind of is. But you were great before, too. I mean-"

"Tiago?" Quinn asks, looking him in the eye. She looks tired and exhilerated at the same time. "Just shut up and kiss me again."

So maybe he's whipped, but he doesn't give a single fuck. He loves his girlfriend, and he reckons there's nothing wrong with that.