This chapter contains Gip.

"Not again." Quinn mumbled, holding a sock in her hand. "Santana!" Quinn yelled throughout the house. After a little bit Quinn could hear footsteps fastly approaching.

"What's wrong?" Santana asks, rushing to Quinn anxiously.

"You forgot to separate the whites again!" Quinn says annoyed, gesturing to the pile of laundry.

"Jesus fuck Fabray! You just gave me a heart attack over some damn laundry!" Quinn smirked before moving closer to Santana.

"Sorry... What can I do to calm you down?" Quinn asked, looking into Santana's eyes. Santana smiled before moving closer to Quinn before Quinn wrapped her arms around Santana, pulling her into a tight hug. She felt Santana's rapidly beating heart as she gently kissed her forehead. Once Santana's breathing slowed Quinn pulled away and smiled. "You feel better now?" Santana noded, smiling. "Now help me separate the whites."

"No- it's your turn to do laundry..." Santana said stubbornly. Quinn sighed, trying to think of a way to get Santana to help. After a moment she broke into a devious smirk. She took a step closer to Santana.

"Please?" She asked, her voice going soft as she stared into Santana's eyes. Santana held her gaze while crossing her arms.

"No way Q." She replied. "No way in Hell." Quinn moved closer until her and Santana we're only a few inches apart.

"I'll make it worth your while." Quinn whispered into Santana's ear.

"N-No way." Santana mumbled, her protests growing weaker. Quinn placed a few open mouthed kisses on Santana's neck, before moving down to her shoulder. "Your not gonna get me to break Q."

"You sure?" Quinn replied in a husky voice as she moved her hands down to Santana's jeans, before unbuttoning them and sliding the fabric down her legs. Quinn felt Santana's face flush, and she released a small moan as Quinn pulled away to see a large bulge under Santana's boxers. Quinn pulled at the waistband of Santana's boxers before pulling them down her legs.

"Q I-I'm still not gonna do laundry..." Santana said, nearly at her breaking point.

"You sure about that?" Quinn replied as she took the base of Santana's appendage into her hands, and started slowly pumping.

"Y-." Santana's started to speak, but cut herself off with a gasp as Quinn started to drop to her knees.

"Just say it... Say you'll help me." Santana bit her lower lip, trying to think. Would it be better to let Quinn win? But wouldn't I also be winning? Santana thought, while her dick became harder by the second. Santana then released a frustrated sigh, as she entangled one of her hands into Quinn's hair.

"Put your dirty mouth to good use Fabray." Santana said, as Quinn smirked before swiping her tounge along the tip of Santana's cock. Cum started spilling out of Santana's appendage before Quinn engulfed it whole. Santana released multiple moans and groans as Quinn bobbed her head. Santana tilted her head back moaning in pleasure as cum started shooting into Quinns mouth.

"You like that, shooting your load into my mouth?" Quinn said causing a groan from Santana before Quinn continued to make Santana moan. Eventually Quinn bobbed her head again which caused Santana's back to arch as she tilted her head back.

"Fuck Fabray!" Santana moaned out as Quinns mouth was soon filled with cum. Once Santana came down from her high Quinn removed her mouth before getting up as Santana pulled her into a kiss. Once Santana pulled away she pulled up her boxers and jeans as Quinn went to go do the laundry. "Hey Q..." Santana asked nervously.

"Yeah?"

"Santana, what is it?"

"Did you know..."

"Know what? Did something happen?" Santana then moved closer and whispered into Quinn's ear.

"Did you know that your gay?" Quinn rolled her eyes at Santana's antics as Santana giggled before going to help Quinn with the laundry.