(I own nothing but my imagination and the laptop I'm writing this on)

((So Please Don't Sue Me))

(((All Mistakes are mine)))

Quinn's POV

When I moved in with Santana all I wanted was a room. I'd just turned 19 and I'd decided last minute to switch colleges because the program at mine basically sucked. So with one week before my sophomore year was set to start I started scrambling and making phone calls, and sure enough everything worked out except for housing. Santana was my last resort, not because we weren't friends, but because I hate asking favors. But she gladly took me in and I took over paying the rent with the money my parents were giving me. It was kind of a win for both of us.

Sharing a room wasn't easy, because I'm a little crazy about keeping everything in place, but eventually we got into the rhythm of things and everything was going really well. During the week we focused on homework and studying, but weekends were really the best. We would go to parties and clubs, or just hang out at the apartment. It didn't really matter what we did, because everything was a million times more fun with Santana around.

I don't know when the flirting started really. It wasn't something we did intentionally, or even consciously. But it wasn't weird for us either, and maybe we'd been like this all along and I never even noticed. All I know is all of a sudden I had these feeling sloshing around inside me, and I was starting to notice things about her I never really did before.

Tonight was one of those nights where we were just going to chill at home. San had gotten some senior from school to get us drinks, and I rented a couple chick flicks on the way home from my last class. I had already ordered pizza and Santana was making cosmos in the kitchen. I watched her from my place on the couch, my eyes glued to her ass as she bounced around the kitchen.

"You see something you like?" She asked, suddenly turning to face me with our drinks in her hand. My face was bright red, but I quickly retaliated with "It's hard not to stare when your shorts are so damn short I can see your uterus."

Santana snorted in response. "They're comfy!" She said, turning to shake her butt a little. She plopped down on the couch and handed me a glass. I picked up the remote and flipped to channel 3 and started the movie.

The best part about drinking with Santana is that she just keeps making them. Before you're even finish one she's handing you the second. So I don't even know how many drinks I had, but by the time the pizza guy got there I was already tipsy, and so was Santana.

"Hey Man!" I said to him when I opened the door.

"HEY!" Santana was calling from the living room. "IS HE HOT?"

I looked the guy up and down. He has that skinny skater guy kind of look. I felt a pang of jealousy, but I pushed it away. "YEAH!" I shouted back, handing him the twenty. "SHOULD I ASK IF HE WANTS A THREESOME?"

Santana burst into laughter. I turned to the guy, whose face had gone bright red. I cracked up, taking the pizza from him and slamming the door in his face. Yeah fucking right.

I dropped the pizza on the coffee table and threw myself onto the couch, laying my head down on Santana's shoulder. "I'm not even hungry anymore."

"Me either." She mumbled, wrapping her arm around my waist. "You smell yummy."

My heart raced a little bit when she said that. She dipped her down so she could run her fingers over the skin where my shirt had ridden up. I felt goose bumps rising all the way up my spine and over my neck. Then suddenly I wasn't really thinking anymore, and somehow the alcohol was making me brave, so before I could talk myself out of it I was reaching up and turning Santana's face to look at me. Her chocolate brown eyes were glossy, and she had a little grin on her face. "Hey." She whispered, and I could smell the cosmos on her breath.

Our foreheads were practically touching, and I leaned up to give her a tiny kiss on the tip of her nose. "Hey back…"

She opened her mouth to say something else, but I didn't allow her to. I pressed my lips up against her, running my fingers through her dark her. She gasped a little in surprise, but she quickly caught up, kissing me back. Her lips were so much softer than anyone else I'd ever kissed, and her hand on my bare skin was making me squirm with anticipation.

Then I was pushing my tongue into her mouth and the kiss turned sloppy and frantic and I just needed more. More taste more touch, more everything.

"Woah woah woah, Q…" Santana gasped, pulling her lips from mine. "Where did that come from?"

"Don't know." I mumbled, bringing my lips to her neck. I nipped at her pulse point before running my tongue over it.

"Quinn… Mmmhh… Stop. You're drunk… oh that feels good." She gasped as I sucked hard on the skin under her chin. I moved to her ear and ran my lips over the shell of her ear before biting it lightly.

"I want you" I said softly. She shivered a little, her nails digging into my side.

"Are you sure? I mean… Do you really want this?" she was stuttering a little as I kissed my way down her chest. "I want you." I said again, kissing the tops of her breast.

"Okay Q…" She said quietly. "But you're gonna regret this."

"Shut up." I said, yanking her tank top down. Her breast fell out with a little bounce. I pushed her down on the couch, kissing her again. I was exploring her mouth with my own, wanting to taste every part of her. I couldn't believe I was being so brave, and even though it was only because of the alcohol it made me feel this little bubble of pride.

Eventually I pulled away to focus on her boobs. I cupped one, feeling her nipple harden in my hand. I took the other in my mouth, running my tongue over it as I sucked and pulled it gently between my lips.

Santana gasped and moaned, pushing her hips up against mine. She slipped her leg between my own, making me moan loudly. I felt myself grinding against her without much real thought. And before I knew it we were tearing at each other's clothes and kissing so hard I could feel my lips bruising.

Suddenly I felt her pushing me off, and I whined at the loss of contact and serious confusion. But before I could protest she was skipping to our bedroom, yanking off her shirt as she went. She unclasped her bra and shouted "Coming?" without even turning to looked.

"You will be..." I mumbled, standing up and stripping off my outfit as I followed her into the next room. It was dark, and I couldn't see if Santana was on my bed or hers, or even in the room at all really because suddenly the door slammed behind me and my heart pounded so hard I felt like my whole body was buzzing.

Suddenly Santana was tackling me on the bed, and I'm not even sure whose bed we're on. Its skin against skin and were both bare besides Santana's shorts and my panties, and she's quick to rid us of both items. Then she's on top and our tongues ore tangled together as we battle for dominance as she's pressing into me. I feel her core sliding against my leg as she presses her thigh up into mine in the most delicious way.

And then I need to breathe again so I pull away and push her over so I'm the one on top again. I kiss my way down her caramel skin and she's so damn beautiful I can barely believe it. I run my fingers down her body and my hands are fumbling and I'm not even sure what to do so I just fucking go for it. I run my index finger through her slit, finding her to be soaking wet. She moaned as my finger brushed her clit, and moved her hands to grip my shoulders.

I rubbed her little nub in circles making her whimper and raise her hips. "Quinn.." she moaned. "I need... ohhh" She gasped as I pushed two fingers inside her. I smirked in my old HBIC way, sort of reveling in the fact that I was making her feel this way.

"What were you saying San?" I asked.

"Ughnnn…" She moaned, clearly preoccupied. I giggled and asked "What was that Sanny?"

"Shut up you buzzkill…" She said, digging her nails harder into my shoulders, just for spite.

"What's wrong babe?" I asked, slowing myself to a torturously slow pace. I leaned down to graze my teeth across her nipple, biting gently just to tease. I pulled my fingers back to circle the outside of her tight hole, making her whine in urgency and need. I ran my tongue over the underside of her boob, then across her chest the other, circling her nipple with the tip of my tongue.

"Quinnnn… Ugh" She was bucking her hips in frustration. I lifted my fingers to pinch her clit.

I leaned up to nip at the corner of her ear. "Tell me what you want…" I whispered teasingly, running my fingers over the soft skin of her lower lips.

"FUCK, Quinn just FUCK ME!" she shouted. I giggled and pushed my fingers back. "mmmhh… Quinn, ohhh…" she mumbled as I pressed my palm into her clit. She began thrashing hard against my hand, moaning in pleasure in a way I was positive I'd never felt before. I ran my lips over every part of her, sucking hard on her neck and nipping at her collar bone. She gasped and whined in both pleasure and pain as I bit and sucked all over her neck and chest.

All too soon she stiffened underneath me and let out another loud moan. Then she was tightening around my fingers and her nails were scratching up my back and she came with a loud sort of scream. She rode out her orgasm on my fingers, and I waited until she stilled before moving my fingers.

"Wow." Was all I said. Santana was silent for a moment before saying "Yeah. Wow."

I rolled off of her. I wondered briefly what I was supposed to do now... did she want to talk? Did she want me to go to my bed? Or was I already in my bed…

Santana wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close so my breast were touching hers and her breath was mingling with mine. She ran her hand down my body and over my hip to my inner thigh. I took deep breath in and grabbed her hand, lacing my fingers through hers. "Not tonight." I mumbled, looking into her dark chocolate eyes. She nodded and lowered her forehead to mine.

"So um… that wasn't your first time was it? With a girl?" she asked.

"Yeah, actually… it was." My voice was quiet, but it seemed loud somehow.

She sat up and raised an eyebrow. "You're kidding."

"Um, no…"

"But you were like… really good. Like almost as good as me."

I shrugged my shoulders and pulled her back down to me. She started to open her mouth to say something else but I silenced her with a kiss. "Shut up San. I'm tired."

Santana pulled me back to her, laying her head on my chest. I didn't want to think of what the repercussions of this would be in the morning. I just needed sleep.