Quinn rushed to the bathroom as her heart exploded in her chest. She felt nauseous and cold as her mind ran through the picture of Santana and Blackwood.

"THAT BITCH! AH!" Quinn cursed as she threw her handbag across the bed.

She had meant to go to the bathroom to freshen up… but it was too late now. She had to go.. had to leave? But how would she explain it to Catherine….

Another growl left her throat as Quinn finally broke down after everything.. Anger… resentment… pain and heartbreak flowed into one body, crushing down on her. The unbearable weight seemed to envelop her as she felt a sudden rush of tears. What was Quinn thinking? Coming here anyway? She had only brought Catherine to make Santana jealous anyway… And now she had to go out and face not only Santana… but Catherine aswell. How was she suppose to deal with this? Maybe she could just sneak out… leave… disappear… not come back? But that would mean that she would have to leave everything behind… Leave Santana behind.

What was she thinking? It was Santana's court in two days… She couldn't just up and leave.

"AH!" She cried out in frustration before the door suddenly opened, revealing the object of her torture.

"Quinn" Santana mumbled, shocked by the sight of the once cool calm and collected Quinn. She rushed towards Quinn in an attempt to console her but Quinn simply pushed her back.

"Don't"

The harshness of Quinn's words were like a brutal slap across Santana's face as the rejection sunk in. Why was she here anyway? It's not like Quinn needed any help right?

"Fine" Santana growled before throwing her hands up in mocked defeat. She wasn't going to waste her time. She's already wasted enough right? It's not like she needed to explain herself to Quinn. Quinn's eyebrows furrowed deeply as she looked at Santana… Was that all?

Santana then turned on her heels in an attempt to leave, but Quinn caught her quickly. Santana's mind ceased as Quinn's presence enveloped her… They were so close… so desperately close that Santana could see every tear, every pattern in Quinn's deep hazel eyes. They were both weak on their feet as Quinn pinned Santana to the nearest wall… searching Santana's dark chocolate eyes for a flicker of emotion. Santana felt like she needed to answer questions which she didn't have the answer too… questions she didn't even know.

"Quinn… I-"

"I don't want to hear it" Quinn mumbled before leaning closer to Santana, brushing their lips together.

The feel of Quinn against her, banished Santana to Nirvana as her mind screamed for Quinn's kiss… her lips.

"Then what do you want Quinn?" Santana cried in desperation. Santana's body was through with the fighting… through with the pain… She just wanted to quench her addiction.

"I want you to tell me if she was worth it" Quinn answered, her lips brushing against Santana's with each word. "Does she make you feel the way I do?... Do you crave her like you crave me Santana…"

Santana's body refused to move as it submerged itself in the pleasure of Quinn's voice and body. She didn't want to say anything…

"Tell me Santana" Quinn demanded.

Santana turned her face as shame took hold of her… She had forgotten about Quinn for a few seconds when Claire was kissing her. She had forgotten Quinn….

"She… ah" A deep moan escaped Santana's lips as Quinn's lips moved over her neck, nipping and kissing her methodically. Quinn caressed every spot that made Santana tick… as Quinn's lips moved lower and lower to the base of Santana's neck.

"She was what?" Quinn whispered in between her kisses, as her hands teased the hem of Santana's skirt up.

Santana body grew tense as she tried to stop the blood that started to pulsate through her body, between her legs. But it was in vain… Santana knew what her body wanted… what it needed. But she wouldn't let Quinn just win like this

"She was what Catherine was to you…" Santana growled as her common sense started to take ground. She wanted Quinn… but she didn't want this…just another drunken fling… but her resistance broke once she felt Quinn push her back against the wall once more.

"A toy to make you numb" Santana moaned lowly as she felt Quinn suddenly sink her teeth into Santana's neck. The tingling burn sent rapid shots of heat down Santana's spine, making her knees weak. Quinn continued her assault on Santana, marking Santana as her own. It was animalistic, primal… but Santana was hers and by gawd… Claire will know…

Another whimper escaped Santana's lips as Quinn's lips caressed the, now sensitive, skin on her neck, gently.

"I was numb before she came along" Quinn's voice was raspy and it teased across Santana skin… Her emotion's edged every single word… pushing it further in Santana's mind.

"I have to be if I can't be with you…" Quinn finally stated as her hands found their way down Santana's body, her leg spreading Santana's with ease. She wanted Santana to know that she was Quinn's property… Claire would never replace her, never be her…

Santana's heart literally went into overdrive as Quinn's thigh brushed against her core. Quinn was now in full control… Santana couldn't fight or hide… she could do nothing more than riding on each wave of pleasure that Quinn so graciously gave… but she didn't have to admit defeat to Quinn just yet…

"Are you saying you need me Fabray?" Santana purred as Quinn's thigh applied a small amount of pressure against her heated core. Santana wanted release… she wanted to grind against Quinn until she gave into sweet rapture… but she wanted Quinn to admit that she needed Santana… wanted her.

Santana's words caught in her throat as Quinn's lips brushed against hers once more. Santana took control as she pulled closer, teasing Quinn's lips skilfully with her tongue…

"Need you… Want you…" Quinn whispered with every breath she could spare in the heated moment. "Fucking love you…"

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"Good Morning Sunshine"

Santana cringed as the curtains were pulled back, letting the radiant morning sun slip in. Santana through the blanket over her head in frustration as the sun's light burnt her eyes. The sudden movement made her queasy as a migraine started to set in… For the love of…

"Someone had fun last night" Came another chirpy voice and the fresh aroma of coffee.

Rachel? Brittany?... Where's Q-

"So who did you defile last night?... Just by the way…. I thought Brittany was lying when she said you were a screamer"

Santana attempted to open her mouth to rebut Rachel but her mouth was dry and her throat felt as though she had swallowed a handful of needles.

"You're not even going to deny it?" Brittany taunted before she sat on a chair looking at Santana seriously. "I saw Catherine leaving alone yesterday…"

Santana felt a small smirk grace her lips before she started to stretch lazily. Lucky for Catherine she didn't go home in a body-bag.

Rachel's eyes widened as she realized the truth in Brittany's voice… Where was Quinn the whole night? Where was Santana…. They were… with each other? OH MY ….

"You defiled Quinn?" Came Rachel horrified screech. Santana closed her ears as her head threatened to explode.

"Rachel, Baby… Easy… She's still recovering" Brittany rolled her eyes before blowing a kiss to the now sullen looking Rachel.

"I didn't defile her… but the things she did to me last night?..." Santana felt her body shiver as she remembered Quinn's sexual appetite the night before. "Let's just say… I'll be surprised if I can walk straight today"

Rachel pulled a face of horror before looking around as though she expected Brittany to rebut Santana's comment…

"So where is she then? If it was so wonderful?" Brittany merely stated.

Santana looked around with confusion… Brittany's right… Where was she?

Quinn sat on her couch, staring into space as she took a sip of her coffee… What had she done? Was she now the one who just walked out on Santana after an amazing night? Is this what she had become…. She was avoiding the world, trying to save her sanity. Both Claire and Catherine had been messaging her non-stop since yesterday… Could the world just cease? Did she have enough to deal with…

She was inlove with an infamous womanizer… who used her and left and because of some twisted of cruel fate… She now has used the womanizer…. AND SHE FELT GUILTY.

Do you know how hard it was to leave? After that amazing….

Quinn turned to her side as Santana snored softly, holding onto Quinn for dear life. How could Quinn even contemplate leaving when Santana looked so fragile… A small smirk crossed Quinn's face as she traced her fingers over Santana kissable lips… Santana was perfect… Perfect.

Santana was a client though… and Quinn convinced herself that Claire was being unprofessional… but here she was? In bed with Santana… practically depleted. Was she really inlove with Santana though or was Quinn just using her?

"I love you" Santana whispered softly in her slept…Quinn instantly melted at the husky, sleep-filled voice. No… She was inlove with Santana… That she could not deny…

But love doesn't make this situation right? Does it?

Quinn didn't have time to think as she felt a warm hand tease over her stomach. Was Santana awake? By the small smirk that played on Santana's lip… it seemed so. Well if she wants to play like that. Quinn turned around once, her back faced towards Santana as a playful tease. If she wanted it… she'd have to work for it…

Quinn heard a small frustrated moan before tender lips started to kiss her shoulder blades.

"you're not playing fair" Santana whined in a sleep-filled voice. A trail of goose-bumps ran down Quinn's spine as the husky voice teased over her skin. Quinn arched slightly as she felt Santana's hand move over her midriff, teasing further and further down between Quinn's legs.

"Not if I plan on winning" Quinn whispered as her body tensed.

Quinn moved her hand over Santana's as she felt Santana's lips kissing up her neck, nibbling and sucking…

"You know I love when you play hard to get" low laugh from Santana played against Quinn's skin.

"Whose says you're gonna get m- Hmmmmmm" Quinn lost her trail of thought as Santana's fingers hit their destination, making Quinn arch, begging for more.

Quinn couldn't stop think about how she had just snuck out… like a common whore, leaving Santana to think WTF when she woke up. But it's better this way right? Who was she kidding…She couldn't do this anymore… if she wanted Santana… then screw everything else. She should take the leap?

Ever since they were kids she always admire Santana and wanted to be like her. Then she started wanting to be with her… constantly surround her. Santana made her smile, made her mad… but she always knew that Santana would be there for her. When she moved in with Santana… and then Quinn had to watch every girl walking out of their apartment smiling. The "Sam" story was a mess yes… but they could've worked through it right?

And the day before just proved their sick addiction to each other…

Just proved how much they needed each other….

Craved each other….

Poisoned one another…

Consoled each other…

Loved each other…

Yes! They were not perfect but they are a imperfectly perfect!

Why couldn't they just be together now? Except that Santana was her client right… Quinn quickly grabbed her phone and typed out the message.