AN: Sorry for the long wait, and though I promised to update more I couldn't get around to it till later. Things have been busy and I'm trying to update more, but I make no promises.

This is just really a set up for other chapter and a little background of Santana and Quinn's relationship and how they ended up as best friends.

Chapter 7

"Oh shit" Quinn last heard as she quickly made her way to the bathroom. She didn't know what came over her to make her give a hand job to Santana in the middle of the Latinas living room. She couldn't just sit there anymore without having her hands on the girl.

She made her way inside the bathroom locking the door behind her. Santana was always able to make her aroused just by one look and she was practically dripping in her wetness after what just happened. She still had the distinct taste of the Latinas seed on her tongue as well on her hand making her even wetter.

She closed her eyes leaning against the bathroom door naughty thoughts running rampant through her mind. All she wanted to do was go back in the living room rip her and Santana's clothes off and ride that wonderful cock that rested between the raven girls legs.

"Fuck it" she whispered quickly getting rid of her panties and pants hissing as the cold air met her overheated center. She knew this was wrong on some many levels especially after giving Santana a hand job not even five minutes ago, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

She stripped out of her shirt and bra standing bare in her pseudo parent's guest bathroom. She thought back on the times she and Santana spent just down the hall in their teen days exploring each others body and getting the best results.

Her fingers caressed her pebbled nipples small moans ripping from her throat as she imagined tan fingers teasing them. Even as teens Santana seemed to have a natural talent in sex, and god did she just wants the Latina to just barge in the door and fuck her into oblivion.

She moaned as she trailed her hands down getting closer and closer to the place she knew would be soaked in her wetness. She hissed as her cold fingertips touched her harden clit. She moved away from the door and sat herself on the sink counter spreading her legs wide.

Moaning as her hand caressed her clit slowly rubbing it imagining Santana's tip doing it. She could feel the bottom of the cold tile sink grow warmer and moist as her essence slowly dripped down pooling under her ass.

"Oh god San" She moaned her head thrown back as she entered herself with two finger easily gliding in and out of her wet cunt. Santana was so good at stretching her and yet making her feel so full that she had became addicted to that feeling and though her hands could never compare to what the Latinas cock did to her she was beyond horny to care.

She never had more sex in her life then she did in her teenage years. When they first started dating it was weird because they were both virgins and she never had something so big and thick inside her; hell she never thought something as big as Santana's thick would fit inside such a small hole.

But it was a welcome surprised when it did. Of course it hurt to lose your virginity but it hurt even more to lose it to a girl with a double digit dick, but once the pain lesson it was the most pleasurable feeling in the world.

It seemed so natural for her to be filled as the Latina pushed in and out of her with her dick. They didn't even wait an hour before they were back out it again both of them addicted to the pleasure of sex.

As she slipped another finger in her dripping pussy she remember back when Santana would lift her hips up and let her fuck herself on the girls cock.

"Oh god San" She groaned pushing the three fingers in faster and harder her hips meeting them in every thrust. She gripped tightly at the edge of the sink feeling like she was going to slip off any second.

"You're so big" she moaned hissing in pleasure as she entered another finger deep inside her. She was probably wet enough to take her whole fist, but this was already bring her to the brink of pleasure.

She had become an expert on getting herself off thinking about Santana and had been through many vibrators, dildos, and countless of batteries fucking herself in the late night imaging the raven haired girls appendage deep inside her cunt pulsing with pleasure.

"San please" she moaned feeling herself on the edge. "Fuck me" she hissed slowing her finger down. She wanted to prolong her orgasm wanting the feeling to last because she wasn't sure what would happen after she walked out this bathroom. "You're so big" she moaned biting her lip as her hands slowly worked her to the brink.

She thanked Santana everyday for going in the adult entertainment industry because not only was it good money, but it gave her great visuals to picture when she would fuck herself at night when everyone was asleep. She owned every video the Santana did and even brought copies of it just to make sure she had extras in case one got lost or damage.

She was honestly jealous of the girls in the video. Often wanting to take their place so she could be under the beautiful Latina.

She wanted to be that girl with her legs spread wide with that thick beautiful cock stretching her. She wanted to be that girl gripping on the sheets as Santana shoved her dick in her pussy from behind. She wanted to be that girl who rode that cock taking every inch inside her dripping wet cunt. She wanted to feel the Latinas dick pulsing in her mouth slowly traveling down her throat. She wanted that dick in her ass, pussy, mouth, and anywhere else she could put it to get off.

It was plain and simple. She wanted Santana, and she was going to get her in reality or her fantasies.

"Oh San!" She yelled falling off the gorgeous edge into the deep pleasurable abyss that made her body soar. Loud moans reverted from her mouth as she gripped on the edge of the marble counter with her life her hips gyrating against the top prolonging her orgasm.

"I love you" she whispered as she slowly came down. Her body was still tingling from the sheer nature of her orgasm. Though it didn't amount up to ones she had when she was Santana it was still pretty good.

"Q-Quinn" Santana said causing the blonde to fall off the counter in surprise. "Um…Are you o-okay?" the Latina asked trying to forget what she just heard.

"Um…yeah" Quinn said getting off the ground. She grabbed her pants and underwear quickly putting them on. She thanked whoever was up there that she was smart enough to lock the door in her lust filled hazed.

"Um…dinners ready" Santana not sure what she do. She had stood there long enough to hear the blondes climax along with her name being screamed out from it and to say she was in shock was an understatement.

"Okay" She heard Quinn say probably fixing her-self up or at least cleaning after herself. After there break-up she never figured the blonde would still have feelings for her especially with the whole Puck fiasco. She was adamant that the two relationships were over after she found out the blonde slept with Puck.

She could remember that day like it was yesterday. It was hard to forget the moment when everything you ever dreamed of or wanted was crushed. Everything you ever thought was real was proven false, and everyday you thought you were loved was destroyed by the upmost betrayal.

Growing up Santana and Quinn were attached at the hip sine they were in diapers. There moms met at a Lamaze class, and though her mom didn't like Quinn's parents she adored the little blonde girl. Since they grew up close together it was only logical that two became best friends, the best of friends. She couldn't count how many times they snuck out of their houses just to hang out or how many hours they spent up late on the phone.

Santana was Quinn's everything when they were kids, and it only seem right that the blonde was her everything in high school too. Of course growing up was weird because of the changes in both their bodies, but neither of them minded? They were Quinn and Santana best friends for life.

Until one day after school while Quinn's parents were away on another vacation they became something more. They were no longer Quinn and Santana best friends, but Quinn and Santana girlfriends.

It had all started with a kiss that was unexpected but surprisingly welcomed. Santana somehow had gotten the blonde up under her leading them to kiss. Santana didn't plan it out and neither did Quinn, but both of them didn't bother to stop until they were out of breath.

It was the best kiss of Santana's life at the time. She knew that Quinn had kissed a lot of guys, but the blonde was her first and it was everything she thought it would be fireworks and everything. Quinn's lips were soft and sweet and her tongue was even better. The Latina would never forget the blondes slick tongue softly entwined with hers as their bodies were pushed against each other.

From that kiss lead to many other things. They slowly started to make out, and then touch, and soon were on their way to other activities that two girls shouldn't have been doing, but neither of them wanted to stop themselves.

By the time the entered high school they were closer than ever. People thought it was just them being them, but it was actually due to the fact that both of them had given themselves to each other.

Quinn had always known about Santana's appendage ever since they were little girls and the blonde's favorite game was doctor. So when they made out the blonde wasn't surprised to feel the Latinas boners and quickly got used to feeling a sharp poke on her waist or waking up to see the raven haired girl sporting a large tent.

So a week before summer ended she invited the Latina to sleep over knowing her parents were out of town per usual. After a quiet night of kisses, cuddling, and delicious pizza they slowly made their way upstairs to the hazel eyed girl's room, and that's where all the action happened. It started with a few kisses and slowly grew from there, and an hour later they were both naked resting from the high they had just experienced.

Quinn had heard that a lot of peoples first times were horrible and was just painful for the girls and awkward for the guys, but hers weren't. Sure it hurt at first and Santana may have been a little clumsy, but she had quickly found her rhythm and the pain slowly ebbed away transforming into immense pleasure.

Of course it wasn't the best sex they had, but it was one of the most memorable and best nights in her life. Santana had made her feel so love and wanted that night and she could never forget the way the Latina held her afterwards whispering sweet nothing in her air and apologizing for any pain she may have caused her.

That night was not only memorable for what they did in bed, but for what they said. It was the first time Quinn told Santana that she was in love with her and the first time Santana said it as well. Sure they had said I love you as friends, but they never meant it in a romantic why or never wanted to admit to it until both of them were to vulnerable and emotionally overloaded to do so.

After that memorable night they became one. Everyone at school knew them as best friends but after that day they knew them as girlfriends, and if not they could clearly tell from the loving looks and caresses the two gave one another. It was especially obvious when Santana had proudly walked hand in hand with the blonde down the hall and kissed her in front of half the student body and the other half in the cafeteria.

They soon were the 'it' couple of their school. They always held hands, kissed, and cuddled whether in the hall, at home, or in public. Everybody thought they were perfect together and so did Santana.

But all that was taken away when Quinn drunkenly slept with Puck, and nine months later bore his child.

Quinn didn't expect to sleep with Noah Puckerman that night. All she wanted to do was drink, have a little fun. She had gone to his party wanting to clear up her head after she gotten into a fight with her Latina girlfriend, but got way much more than she bargained for.

She started off with a wine cooler not wanting to get wasted, but that wasn't enough to quell her heartache. It always hurt her whenever she and Santana got into a fight so she needed more…much more.

Countless drinks later she was drunk and Santana Lopez was the farthest thing from her mind. She was having a good time dancing and talking, and a little flirting. She saw it as harmless, but Puck didn't think so.

He flirted back and ten minutes later they were up in his room kissing like horny teenagers, and Quinn responded just as eagerly. After some stumbling and drunken words they were both naked drunkenly having sex.

Quinn didn't even realize what she was doing till she woke up hangover and naked next to an equally naked Noah Puckerman. She did they first thing that came to mine…she threw up, and then she bolted. She gathered her clothes and left not even wanting to guess what had happened the previous night, although she was pretty sure anyone could figure out what happened between the two.

She swore to herself to never drink again and though she knew it was wrong she didn't tell Santana of her infidelity. She didn't want to break the Latinas heart or hers, and if she was honest she didn't want to face the fact that she had sex with Noah Puckerman.

So she ignored it. She ignored the Jewish boys longing looks whenever she passed him in the halls. She ignored his excessive calling and even blocked his number from her phone and un-un-friended him on Facebook. She ignored anything and everything that reminded her of Noah Puckerman and focused all her attention on Santana.

Of course Santana didn't know about anything that happened that night. She just saw their relationship getting better especially with the extra attention Quinn was giving her and was to be busy enjoying it instead of questioning why the blonde was so attentive.

Quinn also sat back and enjoyed their relationship. Even secretly recommitting herself to the Latina physically, mentally, emotionally, and definitely sexually, and became the best girlfriend that anyone can have.

She soon forgot about her tiny lapse of judgment on that drunken night. But after she missed her period all those memories, secrets, and thoughts that rested in the back of her head came crashing to the front.

She tried denying it, but after two months of her cycle gone she could no longer do so. She did what many girls in her situation did…she went to the farthest drug store in her area not wanting for anybody to recognize her and stocked up on every single pregnancy test she could find.

Liters of water and ten test later she found out she was pregnant. She thought at least one of the tests would come up negative, but not a single one did. They all sat on her bathroom counter staring her down with the truth. She, Quinn Fabray was pregnant. She the girl with a girlfriend for almost three years was pregnant!

She tried lying and hiding her secret, but there was only some many times she could wake up puking her guts out before people started asking questions, before her parents started asking questions, but most of all before Santana could start asking her questions.

So she told the truth, but not the whole truth. She told her parents that she was pregnant and their first reaction was the last she ever saw or heard of them. They kicked her out of the house and told her not to come back anymore unless she got an abortion. And after she showed up on her girlfriend's porch with two suitcases in tears she had no choice but to tell her, and thus the Latinas family.

She was surprised to find the Lopez's so accepting and even more surprised of them to welcome her with open arms. But what surprised her most was the glee she saw on Santana's face when she told her about being pregnant.

The Latina had always dreamed of Quinn being the mother of her children, and even though she dreamt that they would be older before they had kids she was quick to embrace the idea of the blonde being pregnant.

Two months passed by and everything was going great for the blonde. She had embraced her pregnancy and soon forgot about the chance that Puck could be the father of her son or daughter. But like they said all good things must come to an end.

When people started noticing weight gain the first thing they pointed out was her stomach, and it wasn't hard for them to figure out she was pregnant. Everyone knew of Santana's extra appendage because though Quinn was her first the blonde wasn't her only girlfriend.

Everyone was excited for the two, and some were envious, but other than that it seemed like nothing could go wrong. Until one of Quinn's fellow cheerleaders began to tell everyone and anyone about seeing Quinn and Puck disappear upstairs that night.

Soon rumors were flying around and questions were brought up if Puck was the father instead of Santana. Luckily Santana was sick that day and stayed home so she was immune to such rumors that was until later that night.

Quinn had gone throughout the whole day ignoring the whispers and looks, and even went as far as to skip the rest of the school day. She had spent time with her wonderful, but sick girlfriend nursing her back to health living in a happy bubble that wasn't effective with the words.

But that bubble popped when Puck busted through the front door demanding to know if Quinn was pregnant with his child. It was a surprise to see the Jew standing in her girlfriend's home talking about the worst night of her life.

Santana and her parents sat stunned at the boy's words and with one glance to the blonde they knew the truth of them. Quinn had cheated on Santana and was probably pregnant with Pucks child.

Santana didn't know what to do or say. It took her a couple of minutes to even be able to comprehend what were going on around her. The only thing she could hear was the sound of her heart breaking.

She begged Quinn to tell her it wasn't true. To tell her she didn't have sex with Puck, and that she didn't cheat on her and wasn't pregnant with his child, but the blonde wouldn't deny it. She wouldn't even meet her eye.

She didn't know how this could happen. She had done nothing wrong and had never treated the blonde wrong. She thought she was in love, she thought she was loved, but all that was taken away.

With a loud wail she punched Puck in the face and didn't stop their. She continued to beat the boy up until her father had to pull her off the bloody and soon to be much bruised asshole.

She couldn't believe this. Quinn cheated on her. Quinn cheated on her with Puck. Quinn cheated on her with Puck and then got PREGNANT!

"How could you do this to me?" She yelled. Quinn sat there crying seeing the hurt in the Latinas eyes. She may have been acting calm, but the blonde knew that it was just an act.

"I hate you" Santana growled shocking the blonde and her own parents. Before anything else could be said or done the Latina grabbed her keys and walked out the door slamming it shut behind her.

Maria watched the poor blonde who she had known ever since she was a little girl and her daughter befriended Quinn on the playground. She could see the pain the blonde was clearly feeling, and though she herself was angry for the girl's actions she put that aside knowing the pain the blonde was going through.

With some of those Latina genes she ordered her husband to help the still groaning boy laid out on their hardwood floors, but she couldn't help but to feel a little pride for what her daughter did.

Once her husband began to treat the boy she gathered Quinn in her arms letting her use her shoulder to cry on. Some parents wouldn't even let the girl come five feet between them after this, but she was never able to hold a grudge especially at the blonde girl she had practically raised.

She had grown to see and love Quinn as another daughter, and was ecstatic to hear about the blonde dating her daughter. She knew how close the two were growing up and to see them fall in love was amazing to her. But holding the blonde in her arms after this was heartbreaking, and though she was upset she couldn't hate the girl for she knew how much Quinn loved Santana and guessed that whatever happened to the blonde that night had to be serious for her to cheat on the love of her life.

After letting Quinn cry herself to sleep she set the girl up on the couch not wanting to cause anymore stress to her or the baby after tonight.

She was glad to hear her husband kick Noah Puckerman out of their house. Seeing as the boy grew up with her daughter she knew how much of an ass he was even as a little boy, and this was not doing anything to help him in her eyes.

After waiting up for an hour she called Santana and threatened to kill her unless she brought her ass home. Ten minutes later her inebriated daughter came stumbling through the door tears pouring down her cheeks as she ranted about her 'whore' of an ex-girlfriend.

Carlos was quick to calm his daughter down and carry her up to her room. She made sure that Quinn was still asleep before joining her husband. It was heartbreaking to see her strong and very often stubborn daughter so heartbroken and hurt.

She did the only thing mother could do. They did the only thing parents could do. They merely held their daughter and promised her everything would be fine…even if they themselves didn't believe it.

After that night Santana officially broke up with Quinn, throwing all the girls stuff out of her room. She knew her parents were to nice and giving to kick the blonde out of the house, but she couldn't even look at the girl let alone share a room with her.

She did everything she could to separate herself from the blonde. From refusing to talk to her, not being in the same room with her (unless at school), she even refused to look at her, but the thing she did that hurt Quinn the most was sleep with all the other girls who had been throwing themselves at the Latina even before they were together.

The mother to be was upset to see girls wrapped around her exes neck or listen to the girls moans whenever the Latina invited them over after school knowing her parents would be out the house, and though she tried to be out the house as much as she could whenever this happened. It still hurt to know who and what Santana did.

Plus the added stress of being pregnant, Pucks clingy and unwanted affection, and not to mention her being the social pariah once everyone found out she really did cheat on Santana and the baby was possibly Pucks made her life a living hell.

She had not only lost her girlfriend but her best friend.

She didn't realize how much of an impact the Latina held in her life until the girl refused to acknowledge her existence. Santana was the girl she could come to talk to about anything, and anyone, and now that she was pregnant she needed the girl more than ever before.

Months passed and things were still the way they were. Santana was ignoring her, Carlos was avoiding her, and though Maria was supportive she could clearly see the disappointed in the woman's warm eyes whenever they talked.

But if that couldn't get any more worse Noah 'Puck' Puckerman had moved in with them. Apparently his parents didn't appreciate his sleazy ways and knocking up the Fabray's daughter was the last straw. They kicked him out and told him not to come back.

They were all surprised when he showed up at the Lopez house, and Quinn, Santana, and Carlos were even more surprised when Maria welcomed the boy in and said he could stay here.

After a screaming match with Santana and Carlos and even some added words from Quinn they had accepted the boy into the home (although they had no choice), but Carlos was the first person to threaten him to stay away from his daughter, Maria the second, and surprisingly Quinn the third.

So after all that Quinn wasn't surprise when Santana continued to ignore her, but Puck got the worst of her ire. He had been on the receiving in on many punches and kicks that left him bruised, bloody, and crying on some occasions.

But Puck never said anything. He admitted he deserved it on many levels. He was one of Santana's close friends before she started dating Quinn and was even one of the people to encouraged girl to ask the blonde out, but when he did that he didn't realize his own affection for the girl.

He had grown to like Quinn, and secretly fall in love with her. So when he was presented with the chance to show is affection he took it. He selfishly took it. He had slept with Quinn knowing the girls drunken state. Though he himself wasn't exactly sober himself he wasn't nearly as drunk as Quinn, and could handle his alcohol better than anyone he knew. So he knew what he was doing and that's why he deserved everything the Latina dished out.

So yes he deserved everything the Latina hit him with and probably even more if he really stopped to think about it. So they both endured the Latinas treatment, and even welcomed the girl's snide insults, because that at least meant that she was talking to them.

So Puck and Quinn got used to being the social outcast at home and at school (the only one willing to talk to them was Maria). They got used to the glares, sneers, and anything else people threw at them. They had no choice but too.

That was until Quinn went into labor. Both of them were scared of what this meant, but they made it trough without many complications and Bethany Noelle Fabray was born.

Beth was a welcome addition to Quinn and Puck life and of course Marias, but as well Carlos. The man had fallen in love with the little brown eyed girl and vice versa. After Beth's birth life did a complete turn around. Quinn soon gained the family she had always been dreaming for, but there was one thing missing…Santana.

Even with Beth in the picture the Latina still refuse to talk to her let alone be around her. Quinn had tried everything from begging, pleading, apologizing, and anything she could think of, but nothing helped. Santana was adamant to keep up on her charade of ignoring her ex (no matter how many times she was yelled at by her parents for doing so).

It wasn't until Beth was three months old did Santana talk to her.

It all started when Beth had come down with a fever. It was one of the scariest times for the first time parents, and one of the scariest of their lives. Quinn had done everything to help her little girl, but the fever refused to break and she was soon in fear of her daughter's life.

Like many new parents she had a tendency to overact. So she was trying to stay calm, but when her daughter stopped breathing she broke in hysterics. Lucky Maria was there and able to call for an ambulance for the little girl, but that didn't stop the worried mother.

Puck and Maria did everything they could to calm Quinn down while Carlos worked on his granddaughter, but nothing helped. Quinn was inconsolable and was starting to make her sick and even though the hospital was threatening to sedate her she couldn't stop. It wasn't until she felt familiar and deeply missed arms wrap around her that she calmed down.

Santana had seen the girl crying her eyes out, and couldn't help but feel sorrow for her ex lover. She and Quinn had known each other for practically their whole lives and even though it hurt to learn about her infidelity it hurt more to see the blonde in such pain.

So she did the only thing she could possibly do at the time. She wrapped her arms around her ex and whispered anything she could that would calm her best friend.

Maria was proud of her daughter and Puck was happy to see the two of them at least near each other even though he was still on the girl's shit list. Everything seemed right once Santana was hugging Quinn, and things got even better when Carlos told them that Beth was okay.

So from that night on things changed. Santana and Quinn had slowly worked on their relationship, and thought it took a whole year they had worked back to the best friend status, and the Latina was no longer beating up Puck (well she was, but only because it was fun).

Everything was going well, and Santana was glad to have her best friend back and to be named Beth's goddaughter. She was happy about her life.

But that night when she found out about Quinn sleeping with Puck she had promised herself to never fall back in love with the blonde again, and she meant it.

She did love the fact that she was Quinn's best friends, but she wasn't going to be any thing more. That's why she was surprised to hear her name from the blonde's lips as the girl climaxed. She wasn't dumb, she knew of the blonde's affections, but she never thought it was something this serious.

She would have never thought Quinn still harbored feelings for her or got herself off to her name. She had thought that the blonde understood were their relationship was at. She didn't want to be with Quinn, but she didn't want to hurt the girl's feelings. So she quickly made up her mind to just forget what just happened and act like she did normally.

"Weren't you supposed to be getting her?" Puck asked seeing the Latina walk back in the dining room by her. They had been waiting for a good ten minutes for Quinn, and then another five for Santana and he was starving.

"Watch it" Carlos said glaring at the boy quickly shutting him up. No matter how many years went by he still saw Puck as the boy who broke not only his daughter's heart, but Quinn's as well with his selfish ways.

"Yes sir" Puck mumbled lowering his head. He knew his place when it came to Carlos, and no matter what Maria said to him he knew that when it came down to it they only put up with him because of Beth, and though it hurt he realized a long time ago that he should be thankful for even having a place in Beth's life.

Santana smiled at her dad protective way he had for her and her mom and now Beth and Quinn. She could understand why her father was hard on Puck because she as well was hard on him on some days.

What Puck didn't understand was that his actions did not only affect Quinn or her. Her parents saw Quinn as another daughter, and for those three months they were excited that the blonde was going to give birth to their granddaughter, and she knew personally how much that hurt when the truth came out.

Puck had cause irrevocable damage to the Lopez's and Quinn had as well, but at least the blonde had some type of excuse due to the fact she was drunk at the time, but Santana knew that Puck could hold his liquor, and that just made it harder for her to ever forgive him even after all these years.

But what hurt her most was finding out that Beth wasn't hers. When news broke out about Puck and Quinn sleeping together and the possibility that it was Pucks she still held hope that the baby was hers. She and Quinn had sex a few days after the party, and maybe there was a chance that the baby was hers.

So after baby Beth was born they did a DNA test, and she would never forget the look on her fathers face when he told her that she wasn't the father.

It was heartbreaking to hear that not only did the girl who you thought was the love of your life cheated on you, but she also bore someone's else's child. There was no longer a possibility of her being the father, there was no longer a chance that she and Quinn could be together, there was no longer a chance that Beth was hers or ever will be hers, and that hurt more than anything.

"About damn time!" Puck exclaimed as Quinn walked in the room and sat down next to a giggling Beth. Santana took note of her change of clothes. But there was not much she could say because she had to change her clothes as well due to Quinn's impromptu hand job,

"Boy" Carlos chastised his glare intensifying quickly shutting up the father. Santana smirked knowing the power that glare had because she herself had been on the other end of it and it was not a happy place to be.

"Sorry sir" Puck mumbled once again lowering his head. Santana wondered how a boy could act so badass, but would cower at one look. Though she knew the power of her father's looks and even her moms she had never backed down so easily.

"Calm down honey" Maria smiled. Carlos looked at his wife and they could all quickly see him become his usual relax and calm self. The power of love was strong than any power out there, and the Lopez's knew that from experience.

"Lets eat" Santana said happily watching her parents share affectionate looks. She wanted what they had one day. She wanted to not only feel loved, but to give it in return, and though she thought that's what Quinn and she had. She came to realize a long time ago that their little teen love story didn't come close to what her parents shared.

And maybe that's why she didn't want to get back together with Quinn. It was not just because of the heartbreak she experienced at the blondes infidelity, but at the reality check she had once she found out.

Sure she and Quinn were the perfect couple in high school, but they were a little to perfect. Santana always had to work to prove her love to Quinn and vice versa. It started to feel like a job just to kiss her or say I love you to her, and that didn't love well to her it wasn't.

Sure love took time and work, but it also came easily. She was straining herself to love Quinn, and she didn't want to do that again. She didn't deserve it, and neither did the blonde.

AN: So the results are in and the decision was made for Brittany and Santana in teacher/student and decided it to make it student Santana and teacher Brittany.

I'm already working on this chapter and hope that I can put up by next week or the end of the week.

I sort of got caught up watching an irresistible couple Bo/Lauren or Doccubus from Lost Girl!