A/N: I apologize in advance for... Whatever the fuck this is.

Quinn let out a frustrated sigh lying on her bed. She loved her girlfriend so much, but this shit was getting to be annoying. They talked a lot but it was definitely harder to be in a relationship when your literal states apart. She let her head drop onto the pillows, thinking. Her roommate left for class so she wouldn't be back for another hour. Santana would be getting out of class in about 10 minutes... A mischievous smirk formed on Quinns face as she got up and locked the door. She went back over to the bed and started to unbutton her pants before sliding a hand under the waistband of her panties. She took her other hand and slipped it under her shirt as she started to caress one of her breasts and closed her eyes. She let out a low hum and she started to imagine that these weren't her own hands but Santana's. She let out a soft moan as she inserted a finger that was already wet from her dripping folds. She realized she had to keep it slightly quiet as to not disturb her roommates as she slipped another finger in. Quinn felt her hips slightly buck as she pictured Santana thrusting her fingers inside her pussy. Quinn felt the pressure building as her walls began to tighten around her fingers and she inserted a third one. Quinn continued to thrust her fingers while beginning to trace circles on her clit. She felt herself getting so close but knew there was only one thing that could get her to spill over the edge. Quinn opened her eyes and stopped caressing her breasts. She grabbed her phone and found Santana's number and sent her a text.

San.

Please tell me your not busy right now.

I'm not doing anything right now, I've got cheer pratice in like 20 minutes. I'm just chilling in my dorm, why?

I'm gonna call you. I need you to help me.

Quinn then quickly called Santana and after it rang once Santana answered.

"Hey Q, what do you need?"

"I-I need you to help me w-with... Something personal."

"Okay well can you tell me what?" Quinn slightly whimpered. She thought she was just vague enough when Santana would understand what was happening, but she didn't.

"I'm... I'm so fucking close right now." Santana started giggling. "Laugh after, just please help me finish!" Santana took a deep breath.

"Your lucky my roommate isn't here right now." Santana cleared her throat. "So little miss perfect is being a bad girl is she now?" Santana's voice was low and raspy. Just what Quinn had craved.

"Y-Yes."

"Mmm. You like being a bad little girl don't you Q?"

"Y-Yes."

"I know you miss me Quinn. You miss the feeling of my tounge inside you, and my taste in your mouth. Those weekends when you'd put on the strap and hear me scream you name as you fucked me so hard for hours on end."

"Santana!" Quinn moaned out in pleasure as her back arched. Quinns fingers became soaked in cum. Once Quinn came down from her high she removed her fingers.

"You finish?" Santana asked.

"Yup." Quinn quickly replied.

"Good because I needed more things to hold over your head."

"Santana never speak of this."

"Oh I'm never gonna let you hear the end of it... Lucy." Santana replied smugly. Quinn rolled her eyes in annoyance, Santana knowing how much using her real name got under her skin.

"So what are you up to now?"

"Nothing much, not calling up my girlfriend because I need help finishing. That's for sure."

"Okay I'll let you have that one. When do you have to go to practice?"

"Oh shit, I gotta leave in 5 minutes."

"So I should probably get off then."

"You already did." Quinn rolled her eyes.

"I'm hanging up now."

"Okay, I'll talk to you later. Hopefully next time you can keep your hand out of your pants."

"Bye Santana."

"Bye Quinn, love you!"

"Love you too." Quinn replied before hanging up. She then let out a sigh before starting to get out of her bed to clean up the mess she made.