14 months later..

The girls are now midway through their senior year. A lot has happened over the past 14 months, Santana recovered from the 'incident' as it's been named, and they both started therapy which has been great for them.

Santana and Quinn have improved massively with their sleeping habits and they've been getting along like a house on fire because they're communication is a lot better.

Judy tried to take Quinn back but Santana called the judge, from Russell's trial, and the situation was handled efficiently, which the blonde was most grateful for. Judy was actually taken to prison for a year, child endangerment or something, but Quinn wasn't really that bothered.

Kitty is still trying her best to interfere in their relationship but keeps failing miserably, especially at Puck's parties, considering Santana doesn't drink at all and Quinn barely drinks.

Also, Blaine and Brittany started dating, there was a slight problem at first as it seems she was using him to get closer to Santana but after that was straightened out, she actually realised she quite liked Blaine.

Blaine and Santana were both forced onto the football team again, for last season and the ongoing one, (not that either we're happy about this) but we're unsuccessful in winning the championship. They also managed to complete a season without any serious injuries.

In fact, it's been over a year since any of them went to hospital, so they've been completely successful in this past year.

Maribel still works at the hospital and she actually went out on a date, blessed by the three teens in her life, but it didn't go anywhere, she wasn't too disappointed though.


It's rapidly approaching Santana's 18th birthday and as much as this is something to celebrate, Quinn is dreading it, as this means that Santana can officially enlist into the army.

The blonde thinks her girlfriend is going to wait for her brother, but considering there's a couple of months between their birthdays, she isn't sure and is too scared to bring up the conversation.

Quinn is daydreaming by her locker about what to do for the Latina's birthday, when she's brought out of her thoughts by strong arms wrapping around her waist.

"What's on your mind pretty girl?" Santana whispers into her ear, placing a kiss on a pale neck, feeling the body in her grasp relax into her.

Quinn turns in her arms and wraps her own around her girlfriend's neck, leaning to touch their foreheads, "You." She states back simply, shrugging.

Santana blushes slightly and giggles, "Oh yeah, what about me?"

"I was thinking about the fact that Mama is on a night shift and Blaine told me earlier he's out with Britt tonight and it's been a really long time since that happened." She says with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Before the 'incident' Santana and Quinn had sex regularly, but afterwards it slowed down a lot. It wasn't anything that they did intentionally but Santana has been training a lot and is tired and honestly, Quinn is still slightly worried that something is wrong with Santana's heart, even though she's been reassured plenty of times there isn't.

She only thinks this because sometimes, Santana does breathe a lot harder than she used to, especially when they're intimate and Quinn is just concerned.

"Well I like the sound of that because Lil Q was up before us both this morning, more than ready to play." She says seductively, leaning in as close as possible to her girlfriend.

Santana let Quinn rename her penis a while ago now. After they came to the conclusion that Santana was completely off limits, (Santana already knew this but Quinn wanted to make sure everyone knew), because Kitty had hit on her, again, and Quinn got extremely possessive, Santana decided that if it was going to make her girlfriend feel better, she could call it whatever she wanted.

"You know it turns me on where I hear you say 'Lil Q', what am I going to do now? My panties are ruined." Quinn jests just as quietly in response.

Santana pulls back and raises her eyebrow, "You can't say things like that! You've got me twitching now." She pouts, feeling that familiar stirring in her pants.

Quinn leans forward, pecking the Latina's lips until her pout disappears. "Sorry lovebug, you better think of something else. Later though." She finishes with a wink and heads off towards her class.

Santana throws her head back against the locker releasing a loud sigh.

She'll be the death of me.

The bell rings and as she's gathering her things for her next class, an unwanted blonde approaches her, "Hey stud, she leave you high and dry? You look frustrated."

Santana just turns and begins to walk away, she does not need another lecture from Quinn about staying far away from Kitty.

"Come on, don't be like that. It wouldn't even surprise me if she doesn't let you fuck her, she's such a prude." She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Shut the fuck up Kitty. Don't speak about her like that, what gives you the right? What me and MY girlfriend do is none of your business!" Santana shouts in response, no longer able to keep her cool.

"You are feisty, I hope that transfers over to the bedroom because my god I bet you're a good fuck." She says, intentionally trying to wind the Latina up.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you not understand that I don't want you?"

"What I don't understand is why you wouldn't want me? I'm the hottest girl at this school and I could satisfy you in ways that Fabray could only ever dream of!" Kitty says matter of factly, striding towards the Latina.

By now, students have started to file into the corridor from their classes to see what all the noise is about, one being Blaine.

"Get away from me." Santana states stepping backwards but Kitty only continues pressing forwards.

The Latina's back hits the lockers and Kitty steps as close as possible so that their bodies are flush.

"Get. Off. Me." Santana growls menacingly and when the shorter girl doesn't move, she forces her away by her shoulders, knocking her to the ground.

She then charges down the corridor and straight towards the gym, needing to release her anger and not wanting to deal with the aftermath of what's just happened.

She always swore that she would never put her hands on a woman, and not punching Kitty just then, took every ounce of self control she has.

Blaine watches as his sister storms in the direction of the gym and when he looks further up the corridor, he can see Quinn leaving her classroom, stomping towards Kitty, who is still lying on the ground, acting as though she's been beat to near death.

He decided to act quickly and get between the two blondes as he isn't sure how much Quinn saw or heard.

Blaine manages to reach Quinn before she reaches Kitty, "Hey, wait a minute. What did you see or hear?" He asks but when he looks into hazel eyes, they're dark and dangerous.

"What do you mean how much did I hear Blaine? How long was it going on?" She raises her voice.

"I don't know, a few minutes or so. What did you see?" He asks calmly, trying to reduce Quinn's anger.

"I didn't see anything, I came out of the classroom and saw Santana running away! Now you need to tell me what happened so I can kick her ass because she's always interfering in our relationship!" She says trying to push her way through again.

"No. You know I won't let you do that and you know my sister will kill me if I do. You need to go and talk to her. Isn't she your priority right now?" He says, knowing the blonde will easily do as he says.

"You know she's always my priority."

"Then go and find her because I have a feeling she's going to have some pretty fucked up hands by the time you get there."

"Gym?" She asks and he just nods, Quinn turns away and starts to walk in the direction of the gym.

Meanwhile, Blaine makes his way over to Kitty, still dramatically splayed out on the floor. Teachers have entered the hallway and are trying to get the students back into their classrooms but it's deeming impossible right now.

Blaine hovers over the tiny blonde and crosses his arms. "I don't know what you're problem is, but you really need to stay away from them. Both of them."

"Your sister just attacked me! I can sue her for the damage she's caused to me!" Kitty shouts and Blaine just laughs.

"Bring it on." He replies and turns away back towards his classroom.


Quinn walks into the gym and sees Santana, with her top off in just a sports bra and shorts, sweat dripping down her abs, fiercely punching the punchbag, with bare knuckles.

She looks so hot right now.

The blonde decides that she needs to stop her girlfriend from injuring herself and to make her presence known, "Hey baby."

And at the sound of the familiar raspy voice, the Latina stops her ministrations on the bag and turns to face her girlfriend who is slowly closing the distance between them.

"Why aren't you in class?" She asks, looking towards the floor, knowing she's about to get a lecture on punching things without gloves.

Quinn just shrugs, "You're my priority."

The response makes Santana smile softly and blush, she loves when Quinn says things like that.

The blonde reaches for her hand and guides them to the near by bench, sitting facing each other. She takes a tanned hand into her own and softly runs her thumb over the knuckles.

"I know I know, I shouldn't pun-" Santana tries to explain but is cut off by a soft finger to her lips. When she looks up, she sees the kind face of the love of her life looking back at her, shaking her head.

"It's okay. I don't know what happened out there but I know you needed to release it."

"I really should bring up these feelings with Miss. Sharon though."

Miss. Sharon is the therapist for all three teens. Santana, Quinn and Blaine all attend once a week and Mari is proud to say, that all the children have changed for the better since seeing her.

"You should. I'm proud of you for noticing that." Quinn praises and smiles at her girlfriend. It's then that she leans in for what was intended to be a short and sweet kiss, but it soon grows heated and she finds herself straddling Santana.

Tongues are battling for dominance and Quinn is roughly grinding down onto Santana's lap, both girls frustrated from earlier in the day.

"Wait mi amor." Santana mumbles between kisses. Quinn pulls back slightly, but wraps her fingers around a tanned neck, playing with the wisps of hair.

"We should probably stop there. We don't want to get too carried away and I need a shower before lunch. We can carry this on tonight." She says, still panting from the kissing but also from her arousal.

Quinn shakes her head lightly and leans in close, "I can't wait that long baby and I can feel Lil Q struggling," she pauses and wiggles her bottom across Santana's crotch, feeling her dick twitch, even through her compression shorts, "so take me to the shower with you, I need you now." She finishes, biting Santana's ear lobe, something she knows her girlfriend can't resist.

Santana is so turned on that she doesn't even want to discuss it, so she re-attaches their lips in a desperate kiss and walks towards the shower stalls, with Quinn wrapped around her midsection.

When they reach the end stall, she gently places Quinn down and tells her to strip, whilst she starts the shower and de-clothes herself.

The Latina turns around to locate Quinn and her breath hitches when she sees the naked form of her girlfriend standing in front of her. They have been naked around each other a lot now, but she is still enamoured by her beauty, every time.

"You are so beautiful Lucy Q." She whispers, to which the blonde blushes and closes the gap between them.

"I love you." She says quietly in response against Santana's plump and inviting lips.

They connect and the kiss is fast and passionate. It's a kiss of two people who need to feel each other desperately. Their tongues battle and nips of lips are exchanged.

When Santana can feel the heat of the shower behind her, she reaches beneath Quinn's thighs and lifts her, without breaking the kiss and carries her into the stall.

The blonde reaches up and closes the curtain as Santana presses the back of her girlfriend into the tiled wall.

Quinn is currently grinding up a toned stomach, trying desperately to get some friction, whilst they both pant between kisses. She can feel Lil Q pressing against her clit and it's causing so much pleasure but not enough.

"Tana, please.." She moans but doesn't have to finish as Santana knows exactly what she wants.

The Latina reaches down and lines the tip of her penis with Quinn's entrance and before she can even start entering, the blonde sinks herself down rather quickly onto the hardened appendage, letting out a loud moan.

Santana has never entered her in one go as she never wants to hurt her girlfriend but must admit that that felt amazing.

"Oh baby, you feel so good." Santana whines, burying her head into Quinn's neck.

"Love me Tana." Quinn pants, more than ready for her girlfriend to start thrusting into her.

Santana gets a firm hold on the blondes butt cheeks and starts to quickly pound into her.

Quinn's back is slipping up and down the tiled wall and she tightens her legs around the Latina's waist, allowing her to get deeper.

As Santana finds her rhythm, she begins to pull Quinn down every time she thrust upwards, eliciting a cry of pleasure from the girl around her.

"Right there babe. Harder." She wails, to which Santana obliges.

The Latina's legs are beginning to stiffen as the pace they're going at is becoming more difficult to maintain.

Quinn can feel Santana slowing so that she can go deeper and harder and so decides to take control and ride Santana too.

She grinds as fast as she can on her girlfriend's dick and reaches a new spot within herself where the pleasure is immense. She drops her head into Santana's neck and sucks her pulse point hard, being sure to leave a mark.

Quinn moves her hips quicker until she feels herself near the edge, "I'm so close baby." And with this, Santana presses her body so close to Quinn's that the wall takes the blonde's body weight, and places her hands on bare hips, and pulls them down as she thrusts up hard.

The blonde tangles her hands in wet, raven hair and burrows her face in it too as she screams her girlfriend's name as she reaches her climax. Santana thrusts around six more times before Quinn is overwhelmed with her favourite feeling of the Latina's cum, spurting inside her.

Santana thrusts slowly for another minute or so before stilling completely and wrapping her arms around Quinn's waist and laying her head on a naked chest.

Pale fingers run through tangled and wet brunette hair as she places soft kisses at the top of her head.

"I didn't think we'd have shower sex for the first time at school." She laughs and feels the body pressed up against her own shake with laughter too.

Santana looks up into her favourite pair of eyes, "Neither did I but you look sexy as hell right now. You look so good, I could stay like this forever." She says leaning in for a quick peck.

Quinn rolls her eyes, laughing and blushing. "Put me down, you actually need to shower and we need to get out of here before people start coming in."

Santana just pouts and Quinn kisses it away before she feels the brunette lift her slightly, slipping her dick out and placing her on the floor.

The blonde helps Santana wash, (which causes a few issues with Lil Q getting excited and some promises to 'play' again later) and they both head out of the shower, in time for their final classes.


Once the girls got home, they rapidly stripped each other and went for two more rounds, something that they haven't done for a long time but have both now realised that they've missed.

They've not missed just the sex but the feeling of being close and sharing the most intimate parts of each other.

When Quinn spoke with Miss. Sharon about her feelings towards men, the therapist was quite understanding and said that these were usual feelings for someone to have when they have been through what Quinn has. However, she was surprised to find out how well the blonde gives herself to Santana, considering her condition and Quinn's trust issues.

She is more than aware of Santana's penis as she has spoken about it separately with both girls and when the relationship is described to her, Santana takes on the role of the protector and safeguard, something that Russell should have been for Quinn.

So she was surprised when she found out that the blonde has absolutely no doubts about the way Santana protects and worships her when they are intimate, something she can only praise the Latina for.

They are now lying in bed, wrapped up in each other, legs intertwined with Quinn's head resting on Santana's chest, whilst she listens to her heartbeat, watching a film.

Santana is stroking messy blonde hair and Quinn is running her thumb through the lines of her abs, thinking about how long she has left of this before her girlfriend goes away.

"You okay baby love? You're real quiet." Santana asks.

"I'm fine Tana, just tired."

"You sure? You can talk to me, you know that right?"

"Of course, there's nobody I'd rather go to. I promise, I'm just real tired."

"Okay, let me go to the bathroom, throw some clothes on and get some water, then we can lay down and go to sleep, is that okay?"

"That's great lovebug." Quinn says, lifting her head so that Santana can move from beneath her. The Latina leans down to kiss her forehead and then moves towards the dresser for some boxers and a t-shirt.

"Do you want some?" Santana asks, to which Quinn nods and she throws over another pair of boxers and Quinn's favourite t-shirt of Santana's to sleep in. She then makes her way downstairs for water.

Whilst Quinn waits for her girlfriend to get back, she gets dressed and checks her phone to see a message from Marley about Kitty, apparently she's going to give Santana an ultimatum. She just rolls her eyes and throws her phone back down, definitely not in the mood to deal with this right now.

Just then, Santana re-enters the room and instantly notices Quinn's mood change. She slips into the bed and the blonde curls into her side. "You know how we said we'd never lie to each other?" She says, to which she receives a 'hmm', "Well then you need to tell me what's wrong?"

"I suppose it's nothing yet, Marley just text and said that Kitty is fabricating some kind of plan to get back at you." She mumbles, almost incoherently.

"You just let me worry about that, okay? Don't overwork your pretty little mind about it darling."

"I can't help it, I hate the way she treats you. It's like you're a piece of meat for the taking."

"Well if I am, I've already been claimed." She chuckles, kissing the top of Quinn's head, to which she just moves closer.

"Now get some sleep mi amor, just remember that I'll be waking up in your bed tomorrow, not hers."

Quinn smiles and giggles at this, "Too right you will. Goodnight lovebug, I love you."

"I love you too."