Tiago frowns when he enters the apartment to find Charlie packing a bag. "You're not leaving, are you?" he asks worriedly. "Did we do anything to make you feel like you can't stay?"

Charlie smiles softly. "No, you idiot. I'm just staying the night at Sienna's. She joining me on my job hunt today and I'm staying over at hers, so you guys can have some privacy."

Quinn comes in from the kitchen. "So, you and Sienna seem to be getting along really well."

Charlie shrugs. "We have a lot of things in common. I was actually glad when she proposed to go job hunting with me. The sleepover was my idea, though - I mean, I've been here long enough. You two deserve a night off."

Quinn rolls her eyes playfully. "It's not a night off, Charlie. We're your family, not your babysitters. We love having you here. And trust me, you're not interfering with anything," she says with a telling smirk.

Charlie quirks an eyebrow. "Yeah… you guys try to be quiet, but no offense, Quinn, you're just loud."

Quinn blushes. "So, the job hunt," she changes the subject. "Please don't feel like you have to find a job just to pay us."

"You're a Fabray too, Quinn. Would you feel comfortable living with someone and not paying them anything? Besides, I want this for myself too. I want to start thinking about a life, you know - a life after… after it happened." Charlie's voice dies down at the end of the sentence and she's clearly fighting tears. Then the doorbell rings.

"That'll be Sienna, she said she'd pick me up," Charlie smiles. "I'll let you guys know when I'm on my way home, okay?"

"Great," Tiago smiles. He hugs her and says: "Good luck, and have fun tonight!"

Quinn gives her cousin a hug as well. "Have fun tonight… and maybe some luck too," she winks.

Charlie just rolls her eyes and makes her way out.

"What was that about?" Tiago wonders. "What would she need luck for tonight? They going out?"

"Think about it, Tiago," Quinn shrugs. "Sienna's gay and Charlie's never been one to define her sexual orientation. They get along great and Sienna obviously makes Charlie smile again. Even if it's too soon after your bastard cousin, there could be something there in the future?"

Tiago smiles. "Yeah, who knows."


Quinn is nestled in Tiago's arms as they cuddle on the couch, watching TV. They're enjoying their Saturday night, even though it feels weird not having Charlie there. They know she's in good hands with Sienna, though.

Quinn breathes in his scent and smiles. She knows his smell so well and it still manages to make her horny. Horny enough for her to put her hand over his crotch and press down with the palm of her hand. She can hear him catch his breath and smirks. She slips her hand inside his pants, her fingers caressing his limp dick gently, running it over until she can feel him begin to stir. She strokes his cock with long, languid motions.

"Quinn," Tiago moans softly, pushing his hips into her. That's her cue to get up and help him out of his pants and his boxer shorts. She gets down on her knees, the TV completely forgotten as Quinn takes his dick in her hand and squeezes it.

"I want to taste you, Santiago," Quinn says. Her voice is low, as it always is when she's so horny she can feel her clit throbbing at the very idea of having sex with her boyfriend. She can feel the effect of that voice in her hands: his dick is growing. She licks her lips and leans down to kiss the head of his dick. Takes it between her lips, a flick of her tongue, sucking slowly, feeding herself more and more. Her hands find his calves for support as she lowers her mouth. He can't control his hips from jerking into her, the head of his dick now in her throat. She concentrates on fighting her gag reflex, then closes her eyes and hums at the feeling of his entire member is in her mouth and throat, hot and throbbing.

"Yessss," he hisses, his hands holding her head. She can feel his precum spill and pushes him back so it'll spill on her tongue. He's now fully erect and she can barely take all of him, but she manages. He holds her head in place, his hips jerking uncontrollably. She opens her eyes and is surprised to find him staring at her - usually, his head's thrown back by now. But he looks her right in the eye and his are hazed over with lust. He slowly regains control of his body and slowly but surely, he's dictating the pace. His dick slips back into her throat, at which point his hips lift, and then back out again. She moans in pleasure when she realizes he's fucking her mouth, and the vibrations sent around his dick only make it more enjoyable for him. She closes her lips around him again and licks his cock where she can, pressing her legs together in an attempt to relieve her wildly pulsating clit.

When the first load of cum spurts from his dick, she pushes him back until only the tip of his dick is still in her mouth. She sucks the tip, filling her mouth with his hot seed. He pushes it back inside of her mouth again and she sucks him, all of it, as he empties himself inside of her.

It just keeps coming - but she loves it. She feels a little cum spilling over her lips and leaking on to her chin, and when he pulls out of her, she quickly laps it up with her tongue. The sight of Quinn trying so hard to get every last drop of him is enough to get him on his way to a full erection again.

"Did you like that?" Quinn smirks, feeling proud of herself. "Because I did."

Tiago lets out a long breath. "I loved it. Shit, that was so good."

Quinn quirks an eyebrow at his semi-erect dick. "As much as I'd love to do that again, I'm dying for you to pound my pussy next."

Tiago's eyes widen. He doesn't need to be told twice - soon enough, he's got her naked and in his lap. His hard dick, still wet and covered in her spit, is resting against her crotch. He leans in to take one of her nipples in his mouth, licking and sucking it eagerly. He palms her other breast, squeezing it perfectly. He slips inside of her easily - she's so damn wet - and soon, they find a steady pace. They trust into each other, Tiago still loving her chest with mouth and hands. He brings one hand between them and starts flicking the pad of his finger over her clit. She didn't need much, but this is what makes the walls of her pussy flutter around his dick. She pushes into him until he can't even move his hand any more and keeps trusting, begging him to go faster.

He knows her body, he knows what her movements mean, so he joins her. It doesn't take much longer until she's biting her lip, panting, letting out a long moan and melting into him, her body convulsing. He follows soon after, sealing their orgasm with a needy kiss.

She collapses into him and he lies down on the couch, bringing her with him. "I love you, my Mrs-to-be." he whispers in her ear, stroking her hear.

She looks up into his eyes and sighs happily. "I can't wait until you're my husband. Until we're Mr and Mrs Lopez."

"Or Lopez-Fabray. Or Fabray-Lopez," he points out with a smile.

She laughs. "We'll see. As long as we're getting married."

He nods. "That's a sure thing."