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Mood Swings

"Qu-inn!" Santana annoyingly hissed from across the dinner table at the restaurant they were currently dinning in, the blonde's name punctuated noticeably as Santana leaned over and tried to win Quinn's attention, "Uh, hello!?"

Quinn's eyes averted from the television screen that was hanging a few feet from behind Santana's head and suddenly she was peering into fierce brown ones, "I'm sorry, Santana I didn't hear-"

"I know you didn't hear me! You've been on your phone checking work emails all day and now you're watching stupid –" Santana paused so she could turn to see what was on the television, "Hockey? You don't even like hockey!"

"The guys at work-"

Santana scoffed and rolled her eyes, mimicking Quinn's voice, "The guys at work." she huffed and sat back, looking up as the waiter brought over their food, putting her scolding on hold for the time being.

"Great game, huh?" the waiter said with a genuine smile, noticing Quinn was actually paying attention.

Quinn offered him a kind smile, caught off guard by Santana's sudden outburst, but she didn't want to be rude and so she replied with a small nod, "I prefer football, but, yes. It is most definitely entertaining when the underdog makes a huge comeback."

"I'll show you entertaining." Santana muttered under her breath and sat up once her meal was placed in front of her and then looked back up at the waiter, "She's my girlfriend. You ain't goin' be winnin' a date with her by bonding over sports. So put the food down and do what you all do best, come check on us mid-chew."

It was Quinn's turn to reprimand her girlfriend. Sure Santana could be less than pleasant for no reason, but she had grown up a lot since high school, mellowed out some, but being in a bad mood didn't grant her permission to take it out on the innocent.

"Santana!" Quinn looked up at the waiter, "I apologize. Apparently she lost all manners today."

He smiled and shrugged, "I've seen worse. Enjoy!"

"Just because you're annoyed with me doesn't mean you have to take it out on the wait staff."

Santana grabbed a French fry and popped it into her mouth and shrugged.

Quinn let out a slow breath and unrolled her utensils from the napkin, taking a moment to calm herself, "Okay, my phone is in my purse. I'm here and out to lunch with you."

"Too late."

"Excuse me?" Quinn questioned.

"I don't want to talk to you right now. You had your chance." Santana stubbornly stated and grabbed one half of the wrap she had ordered and took a bite.

Quinn stared at her, not entirely surprised, but still a little taken aback. She mentally skimmed through their day together, the two deciding to head out shopping for the day as a way of getting out of the apartment. She was guilty of checking her emails, remembering at one point when Santana was trying on dresses she became distracted by a long email from one of her clients, unaware that Santana was trying to model something sexy for her, not until her lovely girlfriend had angrily stripped out of it and threw it in her face to try and grab her attention and then made her pay for said dress grumbling the entire time about how she was addicted to her phone.

Other than that, besides the moment seconds before when Quinn's attention was focused on the hockey game, the blonde really couldn't think of any other reason why Santana would be mad at her. But instead of trying to figure it out and cause a scene in the restaurant she decided to keep quiet and let her feisty girlfriend cool down.

It may have been an awkward lunch out together and Santana did make her pay, but, she decided to look on the bright-side, which was being able to watch the game on the television hanging up behind Santana, without any interruptions.

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A little while later they both stood in the elevator, Quinn awkwardly glancing at Santana a few times, until she finally broke the silence.

"Santana, are you really that mad at me?" Quinn questioned, "I think you're overreacting."

Santana shrugged, "I'm cold. I have cramps and a headache. I want to get back to our apartment, take some ibuprofen and a bath and call it a night."

Quinn finally nodded with understanding when she heard the word cramps. It wasn't often, but once in a while when it was that time of the month it hit Santana hard and it just so happened to have hit her extra hard today.

Wanting to somehow try and lighten the situation, Quinn scooted closer to her, "Maybe I can take that bath with you and –"

"You can be a bro and watch sports in the living room." Santana cut her off and then reached out to jam the button of the floor number they were on, willing it to get them there quicker.

"Whoa..." Quinn said with wide eyes and then backed off, "Okay then. Do me a favour and please scrub some of that negative energy off of you while you're in the bath too."

Santana glared at her, but before she could say anything the elevator doors opened and she simply walked off and stormed down the hallway to their apartment, Quinn giving her a welcomed head start before she moved to get off.

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After finishing her bath Santana entered the bedroom a small shiver running through her body, causing her to sulk even more, pouting the entire time she searched the room for some comfortable clothes to wear. After changing and cursing her cramps and the ibuprofen for not working she slowly headed out of the bedroom and into the hallway. Sure she had made a big deal about wanting some alone time, but now she was feeling the complete opposite, what she wanted now was Quinn and chocolate.

She dug her hands into the front pocket of her hoodie, the apartment dark, the only light illuminating it coming from the glow of the television and Christmas tree in the living room, where Quinn sat on the couch with a mug clutched in her hands, her eyes glued to the flat screen.

Santana watched her from a distance, pursing her lips with thought. After contemplating things over for a few seconds, she turned and headed to the kitchen, pulling the freezer open, surprised and beyond delighted to find ice cream. She pulled it out and grabbed a spoon, nearly moaning when the first chocolaty bite of goodness hit her tongue, her eyes fluttering shut and this time a shiver of satisfaction tickled her spine.

After fixing her chocolate craving she put the ice cream back in the freezer, but there was still something she wanted and it was taking all of her strength to overpower her stubbornness and go and get it.

"Ugh, fuck me." Santana muttered and then headed towards the living room, almost ashamed she had become the type of girl she would make fun of, the type of girl who wanted to be held and spoiled. Or maybe it all had to do with the person who provided the affection and love, because she never cared about it this much before, not until Quinn and her began to get serious. And before she knew it she was standing in front of the television, blocking Quinn's view.

Quinn eyed her up and down, her eyebrow raised with curiosity, "I've given you space, what's the matter now?"

Santana sighed and then moved to sit on the opposite end of the couch, her stubbornness still seeming to win out, "What are you watching?"

"Some holiday baking show." Quinn answered, "Rachel had been talking about it. I wanted to see what it was all about. It can get pretty intense."

Santana simply nodded and sat back, trying to focus on the television when really all she wanted to do was cuddle into Quinn, but she didn't feel like she could do that tonight, not after the way she was acting earlier in the day. Her lips unknowingly formed into a pout and she curled up on the couch, letting a shiver visibly take over her body, hoping maybe Quinn would notice and scoot down to cuddle, but the blonde was too focused on the show she was watching, nestled in a warm blanket, the Christmas tree and the snow gently falling from the window behind her making it a picture perfect view, one she wanted to be apart of.

"I can feel your eyes burning into me." Quinn stated her eyes never leaving the television, keeping it short and snappy as she asked, "What?"

Santana sighed and rolled her eyes, looking down as she drew invisible circles on the couch cushion, "I'm cold." She quietly answered.

"We have more blankets."

"Quinn." Santana whined frustrated that the blonde had not fallen for her vague hints.

Quinn finally turned to look at her girlfriend, "Yes?"

Santana huffed this time, crossing her arms over her chest, chewing her bottom lip unsure if she was ready to give in yet, but the way Quinn was looking at her, her blonde hair falling perfectly to the side as she slightly angled her head in that annoyed look she always gave when Santana was being difficult with her, her eyebrows faintly creased and her lips parted ready to fire back with a comeback if Santana were to start anything. It was a mild version of her HBIC look and to Santana it was beyond sexy and it only made her want to be pressed up against Quinn even more.

After what seemed like minutes of waiting, Santana finally caved, "I want to cuddle with you!"

"Oh, really?" Quinn finally smirked with a small nod of her head, quickly glancing to the TV to see that there was a commercial, and then her eyes were back on Santana, nothing but amusement written in her expression, "If I remember correctly you banished me to the living room for the night."

"I never said for the whole night, just while I was in the bath." Santana stated. "Come on, Quinn! I'm cold and crampy-"

"Cranky." Quinn corrected. "And I could use a word way more foul than that."

"Okay, okay..." Santana said with a wave of her hand, wanting to squash this useless argument and get her cuddles on, "Look, I'm ... Imsorry." She quickly said, watching as Quinn let out a small laugh and it only irritated her, but god did she want those warm arms wrapped around her, "Quinn!"

"Try again, as though we were in the choir room and you're trying to out sing Rachel."

"I. Am. Sorry. For . Being. Such. A. Bitch. Today ." Santana said making sure to punctuate each word and then she stood up and walked the short distance to Quinn, waiting.

Quinn looked up at her with a sly smile, waiting and letting her stew in her own small amount of guilt, but knowing Santana, it was a tiny amount, so Quinn made sure not to wait too long and finally pulled the blanket back and opened her arms, signalling for her to join.

However Santana shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper as she informed her, "I want to lay on you."

Quinn's eyebrow rose with a little bit of surprise and delight and she nodded, "Geeze, San. If the people at McKinley could see you now." she teased and then shifted around on the couch until she was lying on her back.

"Shut up, Quinn." Santana mumbled and carefully laid her body on top of Quinn's, her head resting on her chest.

Quinn smirked and wrapped both her arms around her, maneuvering around until they were both comfortable. "Such a baby."

"I'm not a baby." Santana whined and nuzzled her nose in Quinn's neck, wrapping her fingers around the shirt she was wearing. "Just be a good girlfriend and cuddle me, cuddle me good."

Quinn simply pressed a kiss to the top of her head, sliding her fingers up the back of Santana's shirt, her fingernails lightly scratching up and down and across the skin of her back, while her attention went back to the show she was watching.

Santana pretty much melted into Quinn's arms and if she had the ability she would have definitely started to purr.

"Your hands are always cold." Santana mumbled causing Quinn to pause her movements, but Santana quickly added, "I didn't say I hated it."

Even though Santana couldn't see her Quinn playfully rolled her eyes and she began to move her hands up and down her back again, feeling Santana sink further into her.

Not too long after, when the muscles in her arms where getting tired from pampering Santana's back, Quinn let her hands slip out from under Santana's shirt, smirking with interest when she felt her girlfriend slightly jolt when her fingers brushed a certain area on her side.

Quinn bit her lower lip, having discovered a sensitive spot on Santana's body, one that had slipped under the radar during their countless love making sessions. She knew she was gambling with the devil at this moment, Santana was on her period and tremendously moody, as she witnessed earlier in the day, but in the back of her mind there was a voice telling her to go ahead and disturb the beast that lay comfortably on top of her.

Quinn slowly angled her head to peer down, Santana's head was resting just above her left breast and she wasn't surprised to see that her eyes were closed having zero interest in the show she was watching. She was peaceful and relaxed and yet Quinn still wanted to play with fire and agitate her.

She circled one arm around her lower back, while her free hand slipped back up Santana's shirt, her fingers starting at the top of her ribs and then she slowly began to glide them down along her side, hitting that sensitive spot once again just above her hip. She cleared her throat when Santana lightly jerked against her and the urge to tickle her suddenly increased and now there was no going back.

She used her thumb to brush over the skin, earning a small whimper from Santana and then soon her fingers were dancing against her and she quickly had Santana squirming.

"Quinn!"

"I didn't think the devil was ticklish." Quinn lightly laughed her other hand sliding to Santana's other side so she could pull double tickling duty.

Santana lifted her head up, her dark eyes glaring into mischievous hazel ones, "Stop." She demanded, but with all the wriggling she was doing the command fell flat. "I'm not ticklish." She insisted trying to sit up and grab Quinn's wrists, but the blonde was quick tonight, more alert than Santana, which she blamed on her period.

"Then why are you smiling?" Quinn teased her fingers still grabbing and tickling the woman above.

"I'm not smiling!" Santana tried to pout, swallowing hard to try and drown any laughter that wanted to escape, "Quinn, I'm warning you, stop. This isn't cute."

"Or what?" Quinn taunted her face lighting up when Santana finally gave in and cracked a small smile, "Awwww!"

"Stop." Santana bashfully pleaded, biting her bottom lip to try and control herself, but the more Quinn kept up with her torture and banter, the more she felt herself giving in and soon a small little giggle slipped passed her lips and it caused her to immediately dip her head down and hide her face in Quinn's neck.

"You giggled." Quinn cooed finally letting up, her arms wrapping back around her.

"I don't giggle." Santana mumbled from her hiding spot as she tried to catch her breath.

Quinn smiled, this time her fingers coming up so they could gently comb through Santana's hair, "History was made today, let's mark our calendars as badass Santana Lopez giggles for the first time in all of her life."

Santana let out a dramatic huff and Quinn had to wonder just how much trouble she was going to be in now. Banished to the couch for the night she was sure, but after what she had just done to Santana, that was nothing and she was sure there was going to be hell to pay.

She felt Santana's fingers curl around her shirt and she actually winced when Santana slightly tilted her head, preparing for any kind of pain, but she was pleasantly surprised when instead she felt kisses being placed against her neck.

Quinn's eyebrow rose with curiosity, humming a small, "Oh."

Santana trailed her kisses along Quinn's jaw and over her chin until her lips met her delicious soft ones, giving her a few quick pecks.

Quinn looked up at her, the two locking eyes, "I thought for sure you were going to berate me."

Santana simply shrugged and leaned back down, bringing Quinn into a slow sensual kiss. It was Quinn's reward, one she wasn't going to say out loud obviously, but Quinn was able to take Santana's grumpy mood and turn it around and now instead of feeling like she had a million of knives stabbing at her ovaries, she felt a sudden burst of giddiness in the pit of her stomach all thanks to Quinn. So she showed Quinn just how much she appreciated and loved her with a long drawn out romantic kiss. The kiss heating up until realization set in and Santana broke it.

"Aw, fuck." Santana muttered and pulled back.

Quinn reached up to cup her cheek, her eyebrows creasing with worry, "What?"

"We're that couple."

Quinn's expression twisted into one of confusion, waiting for an explanation, "Huh?"

"We're a couple straight out of a cheesy romance novel."

"Okay?" Quinn unsurely questioned, both of her arms wrapping around Santana's waist, "Is that really a bad thing?"

Santana stared at her for a few seconds, of course it wasn't a bad thing, she found herself living for Quinn's attention and affection and if she was being honest with herself, she secretly loved all of this cheesy romance stuff they shared together, so finally she replied, "No, it's definitely not a bad thing." she honestly answered and then quickly added, "But, just don't tell anyone I giggled or else."

Quinn lightly laughed and squeezed her close, "Your secret is safe with me."

Santana gave her a satisfied smirk before leaning back down to bring her into another kiss. She tangled her fingers in Quinn's hair, while her free hand slid to rest on one of Quinn's boobs feeling her smile into the kiss when she playfully grabbed it.

After a few minutes Santana pulled away, breathing heavily, her forehead resting against Quinn's, "I fucking love you."

Quinn smiled, letting out a breath of content, "I fucking love you too."


Coming Up:

Upper Class Quinn - Requested - Is being worked on.

Military Part 3 - Something I wanted lol - I think it's turning out cute. I hope you guys like it.

I also hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!