Prompt by silent12reader for Quinntana sleeping together on valentines each year, except for the year Santana has a date planned.

Hope y'all like it! Xox

Ever since that fateful night, the non-wedding, Quinn and Santana had found themselves spending each valentines day together. It seemed a mutually beneficial decision, spending a night all about love at least having wild sex instead of both spending it alone. Besides the two seemed to be on the same page; they both understood how the other worked, what they thought, and how to please the other.

That was four years ago now, the non-wedding and two valentines since then. Santana had insisted they don't do anything too cheesy or romantic on those nights, insisting that she didn't want to give Quinn the wrong idea. The two just ate at home and went at it all night. That was what Quinn excepted this time round too, only she'd gone out and bought S flowers this year, wanting it to be extra special this time.

Quinn smiled to herself as she saw Santana's name flash across her screen before the personalised ringtone, that Santana insisted she record herself cause no one else would sound as good, chimed out.

"Hey S, just about to leave for the subway station," Q said before Santana could get a word in.

"Oh uh..." Santana voice was hesitant. "I actually wanted to talk to you about something."

"Sure, what is it?" Quinn asked, her voice still chirpy. She was blissfully unaware of what Santana was trying to tell her, never imagining that S would pass on their friends with benefits arrangement.

"I've kind of been seeing this girl, it's only been a casual thing the last month or so but she wanted us to go out to dinner tonight," Santana said nervously, "and I said yes."

"Oh," Quinn said, dropping her keys back on the table and slumping down on the couch.

"Quinn..."

Quinn could detect the pity in Santana's voice and she shook it off, fearing tears might escape if she let it all sink in.

"No no it's fine. I'm a bit tired anyway. You go out and have fun. Where are you two off to?"

Quinn winced as Santana told her the details. Maybe it would have been better not to have asked. All the same Quinn sucked it up, listened to her friend, and wished her a good night before hanging up.

Quinn paced her apartment, practically wearing a path into the carpet. Her mind was running rampant; how could she sit idly by and watch TV or read her book when all she could think about was Santana on her date. Who was the girl she was with; was she pretty, blonde, funny, or god forbid, sexy?

Santana sat across from her date in the quaint Italian restaurant. This was different to how she'd spent this night the last few years. Her and Quinn normally laughed about people that did the over indulgent expensive dinners and candles etc, except that's what she was currently sitting through. She bit back a snarky comment as the girl in front of her took her hand across the table and intertwined their fingers.

"All set for drinks here?"

Santana looked up, ready to tell the waitress they'd already ordered, when her eyes met Quinn's.

"Q...w-what are you doing here?" Santana said, stuttering over her words. Something about the way Quinn was looking at her made her squirm under the intense gaze.

The girl Santana was with cleared her throat, obviously attempting to make her presence known.

"Sorry," Santana said. "Mikayla this is Quinn, Q...Mikayla."

"Nice to meet you." But the tone of Mikayla's voice made it clear she was anything but pleased by her arrival.

"Likewise," Quinn uttered, keeping her eyes set on Santana.

Santana took the time to appraise Quinn; standing before her in tight ass jeans and a low cut black top Q certainly hadn't lost her touch at making Santana's throat grow instantly dry. Mikayla saved Santana from having to find her voice, and ask the question plaguing Santana's mind.

"So what are you doing here...Quill was it?" Mikayla said, mocking her. Well that was fine because Quinn was well versed in HBIC language.

"It's Quinn, and it's a name that Santana has cried out in ecstasy more times than your pea sized brain could count to." Santana bit the inside of her cheek at that, sure it was true but she didn't want a cat fight to erupt either. "As for what I'm doing here, I'm here for Santana. I may be too late but I'm certainly not going to give up the most perfect girl without a fight...and certainly not to some bitch like you."

Quinn was riled up; she hadn't thought through how this was all going to transpire but she knew she couldn't sit around any longer and not take action. Santana, if she was going to be anyone's, should be Quinn's. No one could appreciate her many sides, or love her, the way Quinn had come to. Santana was feeling torn as she watched the awkward interaction. Sure she was on a date with Mikayla, and they'd had fun together lately, but seeing Quinn like this...well it was undeniably hot.

Santana's brows furrowed in confusion as Quinn started digging around in her purse. She watched as Quinn placed a few bills down on the table harshly, making Mikayla jump slightly at the action.

"That should take care of the drinks. Now," Quinn said turning to only focus her attention on Santana, "if you're willing I'd really like us to get out of here," she pleaded, extending her hand to San.

Mikayla glared at Santana, daring her to move. Santana had to offer an apology to her dejected date. Sure this wasn't the ideal situation but whether or not she loved Quinn the girl would always be her best friend, and she owed it to their friendship to always take her side. But the thing was Santana thought maybe she could love the blonde, maybe she already did.

"That was kinda hot what you did back there," Santana commented as the two entered her apartment.

"And what do you think of...this?" Quinn asked as she shoved Santana against the wall and sucked harshly at the sweet spot behind the girl's ear.

"Uhh." Santana was at a loss for words as she melted into the touch. Quinn's lips never failed to elicit a reaction. "Q...hey Q," Santana said pulling Quinn off so she could look at her face to face. "As much as I'm enjoying this don't you think we should talk?"

"We can but as far as I'm concerned I want you; I don't know how this is going to work, I thought we could manage that together. What I do know is I couldn't bare the thought of you with someone else, with someone who isn't me."

"She definitely wasn't."

"So either we can talk into the night about how we're feeling," Quinn said letting it hang in the air, "or you can accept that I love you, want to make love to you, and leave the talking until morning, preferably over breakfast."

Santana didn't take more than two seconds to make up her mind. This was everything she never knew she wanted transpiring. She took a hold of Quinn's wrist and tugged at it, leading her towards the bedroom.

There would always be time for talking, it was the mind blowing sex she was less patient for.