A/N: No idea where this came from or if it's going anywhere. Taking suggestions or encouragement in all forms.

Break My Soul (Beyonce)

I was sore all over, and it hurt so fucking good.

Even though we'd been divorced for nearly two years, I still made it a point to attend Britt's early morning dance classes.

We were still best friends and co-parents to our little gumdrop.

As the song ended, she stood at the front and assigned us each a section for the next week to take over.

The room emptied until it was just the two of us, and she smiled at me.

"Hey, you!"

"Hey!"

"I didn't know you'd be back this week. I thought you were stuck in Vegas until next week! Will you be over for pizza tonight?"

"Yup!" She wrapped me in a hug that used to get my heart racing but now just made me feel a sense of home that I only found in our son these days. "I missed Benito, I needed to see him, so I shoved all of my meetings into a few days so I could come back sooner."

"He's going to be so excited!"

"Seems like he's not the only one."

She blushed as she finally stepped out of the hug.

"I may be missing you some too."

"Yeah?" I winked at her, and she blushed.

"Are you sure we can't just be exes with benefits, San?"

"We've talked about this, B. It blurs the lines. We tried that after the divorce, remember?"

She shrugged and spun away from me to break the awkwardness she'd created.

I watched her twirl until my watch chimed, alerting me to a phone call.

After tearing my eyes away from my ex-wife's perfect ass, I searched for my phone.

I grinned when I saw the name flashing across the top.

FABGAY

"Yo!"

"Aren't we too old for you to answer your phone like that?"

"Never, long time, no hear. What's up, Q?"

"Are you back in the city?"

"Just got in on the red eye this morning. I'm leaving Britt's class as we speak. What do you need?"

"I need you to fuck me."

"What?!" I said, capturing Britt's attention as she pulled out her cleaning supplies.

"You heard me, Santana. I had to quarantine in California with my sister and her hellions for nearly two years. It would have been unconscionable to ask two years ago when you were still married, but now I'm back east and need someone to fuck me."

I held back my laughter as I stepped out onto the sidewalk.

"And you decided that I'd be the person to break your celibacy?"

"I'm vaccinated and can pay for-" She began to say, and I had to stop her there.

"Pay? I am not a whore, Q."

"I meant for the hotel room; no strings."

"With you and me, there will always be strings, rope...and any other bondage shit you're into."

"So you'll do it?"

"I don't know."

"What will it take to convince you?"

"Dinner. You cook and fuck the hotel; if we get down and dirty, it will be in your bed because I know you sprung for the expensive sheets."

"Okay, is tonight good?"

"Nope. I just got back to town; I plan to watch cartoons and eat pizza with Britt and Benito tonight. It's our Thursday tradition."

"Still?"

"Duh, did you not hear me say tradition?"

"Right. So tomorrow then?"

"Sure, Q. Send me your address."

"Say less."

Then without so much as a goodbye, she banged on me.

Rude.