Sorry about the delay between updates. This is quite a long chapter that I've been working on for a few days. It reveals the softer side to Santana which she rarely shows, but I think you'll like it. I know I keep saying this, but reviews would be amazing. In reply to one or two of the last ones, there will be a bit more drama in later chapters that might make or break the two girls.

Happy reading! I DO NOT OWN GLEE.

Quinn entered McKinley High with a giant smile on her face. The memories of last night would not leave her mind. The making out session was by the far the hottest thing she'd ever been a part of. But the thing that made her feel a burst of warmth inside of her was when Santana had suddenly become affectionate and loving. She really likes me. I can tell. Quinn's stomach flipped over when she saw Santana at her locker checking her make up in the small mirror on the door. As Quinn approached, she noticed Santana had her headphones in. She slowly crept up behind Santana and pinched her sides. The Latina shot up in the air with a high pitched scream.

"WHAT THE HELL! WHO DID THAT YOU LITTLE SH…Oh, it's you!" Santana looked like a deer in headlights once she'd realised it was Quinn. Quinn was laughing so hard she had to bend over.

"Haha! Oh my God, Santana! I feel sorry for anyone who you don't have a soft spot for if they ever did that to you!" said Quinn between laughs. Santana rolled her eyes before realising what Quinn had just said.

"Soft spot? What makes you think I've got one for you, Fabray?" questioned Santana with a raised eyebrow. Her mind was going crazy. Is it really that obvious? I've really lost my cool. Quinn signalled Santana to follow her into the choir room which she knew would be empty this early in the morning. As Santana shut the door, Quinn slowly approached her and slipped her hands around her waist.

"Because I've never seen you let someone do this before," she said as she leaned in and lightly brushed her lips against Santana's. She deepened the kiss as her fingers caressed Santana's sides. As she pulled away, she kissed her nose and then rested her forehead against Santana's. Santana just stared back with a dopey smile on her face. "See. You've got a silly smile on your face. You like this, don't you?" Santana blushed before nodding in reply. "I like you, Santana," continued Quinn. "I spent all night thinking about… well… us, and as weird as this is for me, I do have a lot of feelings for you."

"Me too…" replied Santana before kissing Quinn once again. "But don't think you can walk all over me and get what you want," she continued light-heartedly. "Because you know I've got my reputation to maintain. I can't have Flubber and Midget thinking I'm a softy. Intimidating them is one of my favourite games. But don't get me wrong, Quinn. I've been doing a lot of thinking too and I'm not planning on letting this end." Quinn smiled warmly in reply. "So, I was thinking…"

"Thinking what?" pushed Quinn as Santana looked away shyly. "Come on, what were you thinking?"

"Okay. Fine. Do you, maybe, want to go like… go out somewhere tonight?" Santana mumbled- still not making eye contact.
"Like on a date?" Quinn teased as she raised an eyebrow. She knew how to wind Santana up.

"No… Yes… Maybe. I don't know! Just out somewhere. Just the two of us, so we can get to talk properly- not between moans, I mean." Santana rambled. The last few words made Quinn have a flash back of the previous night and she got a little over excited. She gulped before blinking and composing herself.

"Of course I'll go out on a date with you. Text me the details and I'll see you tonight." Quinn kissed Santana hastily and walked out of the room leaving Santana embarrassed and alone. Woah. I've never had to ask anyone out on a date before. I've got to come up with something really good to impress Quinn.

Santana and Quinn wished the day at school would go faster. They both sat in class daydreaming about eachother and how amazing that night would be. Santana had come up with a master plan and could not wait to pick Quinn up and take her there. Once the bell had gone, they both rushed home to prepare.

As Quinn lay on her bed wondering what outfit would be appropriate for their date, her cell phone buzzed. She eagerly opened the message.

Santana: Hey, Q. I'll pick you up at 7. Wear a sexy dress. I know you've got one hidden away in your Angel Gabriel closet. ;) S xx

Quinn: Well you know my other side better than anyone. See you at 7. Q xx

Quinn knew exactly what to wear. She shot up off her bed and opened her closet door. Hmm… Where is it? She thoroughly searched through her light summer dresses, knee length skirts and plain shirts before she caught sight of one of her few sexy items of clothing. She quickly put it on and looked at herself in the mirror. I definitely think this is the kind of thing Santana means, Quinn thought to herself. Her dress was a tight, navy blue number with a cut out on each of her sides. The skirt of the dress was not tight and flowed loosely down to her mid-thigh. She accompanied the dress with her black, suede platform heels which made her pale, toned legs looked endless. Even I think I look pretty hot. Santana is going to love this outfit. Quinn felt herself become aroused at the thought of Santana's eyes slowly looking her up and down with desire.

Santana was also ready. She had decided to dress to suit her culture- a black strapless dress that hugged her chest and waist and then flowed freely down her thighs. The bottom of the dress was cut un-evenly so it would sway more when moving and was lined with deep red. She had her hair up in a tight bun with a small, red flower on the hairband that stood out well against her dark hair. I am one hot Latina. I hope Quinn digs this look, else I'll look ridiculous.

As Santana pulled into Quinn's drive, she felt her breathing become erratic and her heart felt like it was trying to beat out of her chest. She took a few deep breaths before getting out of the car and walking up to Quinn's door. It immediately opened to reveal a very nervous looking Quinn. Santana could not believe what she was seeing.

"Holy shit, Q!" Santana's eyes could not be wider if she tried. Quinn looked like she was about to run inside.

"What's wrong? Do I look stupid? I do. I'll go chan…"

"No! You just look stunning! Please don't get changed. I was just shocked at how this dress is so not you, yet you look so sexy in it," explained Santana. Quinn still didn't look convinced. Santana noticed this and slowly stepped up to be face to face with Quinn.

"Is your Mother in?" Quinn shook her head. Santana smirked before moving them both inside. Once in, Santana forced her lips against Quinn's and ran her hands down her body until she met two bare bits of skin that the dress kindly revealed.

"Quinn… I have never been so turned on…. just by looking at you… before." Santana mumbled between kisses. "I love this dress… Your legs look… amazing," Quinn didn't need to say anything, she could show Santana how grateful for the compliments she was through her passionate kisses. "I'm sorry, but we have to go. We'll be late." Santana said reluctantly as she pulled away. Quinn wanted to cry- she didn't know how much longer she could wait. But nevertheless, she followed Santana into the car.

As Santana was driving, she could feel Quinn's eyes on her. She chose to ignore it for a while but then couldn't hold in her questions anymore.

"What are you staring at?" Quinn's hand reached over to stroke the back of Santana's bare neck.

"You look really beautiful tonight. I can't stop looking at you. It's like you've stepped out of some Hispanic movie." replied a smiling Quinn. Santana could barely concentrate on anything as she felt Quinn's fingers gently stroke her sensitive skin. "You like that don't you?" Santana blinked hard before nodding. This side to Santana made Quinn feel in control and she loved it. She wasn't sure Santana did though- she had always been the tough and defensive one who did not like being told what to do, but when it came to Quinn, Santana gave in all of the time. I hope she isn't putting on an act just to please me.

"SHIT!" Santana slammed on the brakes. This shook Quinn out of her daydream.

"What!"

"I missed the turning! You made me miss my turning with your fingers all up on my neck!" Santana replied agitatedly. She quickly turned around in a drive way before heading back up the road. Quinn just laughed. "You think it's funny do you, Q?" snapped Santana, but she had a very tiny smile forming on her lips.

"Yeah, I do actually. It's entertaining knowing I have such an effect on you," replied Quinn. Santana just shook her head and mumbled something in Spanish before allowing her smile to grow. The car then had gone into silence.

"So… Where are you taking me?" questioned Quinn as she picked at her nails.

"It's a secret. We're here now anyways." replied Santana as she pulled into a parking lot outside a large, boxy looking building that Quinn understood to be the 'Lima Community Center'.

"Oh how romantic. I love hanging out with the oldies on a date," joked Quinn. Santana scowled to warn Quinn that she was not willing to joke around about this. She must really be nervous about revealing what it is to me, otherwise she wouldn't be to irritable, thought an amused Quinn.

Santana came to halt just before they walked in the door. "Look, Q. I spent all day trying to work out where we could go that would not be such a cliché and that would be fun. I also thought, seeing as we're getting to know each other better, that I would teach you some things about my family's culture for… well… future reference." Quinn was desperate to see what they would be doing. Nothing was given away until she heard some faint music coming from inside.

"Santana? Is this what I think it is?" Santana just laughed and walked inside. Quinn followed happily once she'd worked out what they would be doing that evening.

"Flamenco dancing is kinda my thing, so I thought it would be fun to teach you, with the help of Señor Gerardo of course. Hola!" Santana greeted the dance teacher like she had known him for years.

"Hola, Santana. It's great to see you again. Who is this beautiful Senorita you have brought along?" asked the teacher once he had greeted Santana with a kiss on the cheek. Quinn blushed.

"This is Quinn. I've brought her along to teach her a thing or two about real dancing," Santana explained as she slid her hand around Quinn's waist and pulled her in closer. "She's a fast learner so I'm sure she'll be able to keep up with me." winked Santana at Quinn before playfully tickling her side. Once the teacher had left to greet other members of the group, Quinn turned to face Santana.

"San, this is amazing! I can't wait to get started," Santana breathed a huge sigh of relief when she saw how happy Quinn looked- there was a glint in her eye. Once the music had started the group all began to learn and go over some simple steps. Santana knew a lot of moves so was helping Quinn along with hers. Quinn was getting the hang of it very quickly and before she knew it, Quinn was up close and personal with her. Their fingers were intertwined and their serious, concentrated eyes locked together as they danced. Santana noticed how Quinn's expression had turned from silly and happy to serious and sexy. As the two girls danced even closer, their bodies were rubbing together and their breathing was becoming fast.

"Let's get out of here," whispered Quinn into Santana's ear. "My Mom won't be home until tomorrow. She's gone to visit her sister." Santana's eyes widened as she heard the words being gently whispered in her ear. They were what she'd been waiting to hear for a very long time. Quinn grabbed her hand she pulled her outside and into the car. Santana, who still hadn't said anything, turned the engine on and drove back to Quinn's in what seemed like a millisecond. During the drive, Santana had felt Quinn's hand slide up and down her thigh. Santana's brain had turned into mush and she didn't know what to think. The next thing she knew, they were practically running up to Quinn's door where Quinn couldn't find her key.

"Jesus, Fabray! Hurry up!" Santana snapped. She had never anticipated anything like this before. Even though they were outside in public still, Santana came up behind Quinn and started to nibble at her earlobe- her hands had also travelled up Quinn's stomach to rest on her chest. Quinn stopped searching for the keys and reached behind her to hold Santana's neck down. "Open the door. Now." demanded Santana. This is more like Santana, thought Quinn. The sexy, husky voice sent shivers down her spine and fuelled her to find her keys and open the door. The minute they were in the house, Santana slammed the door behind her and wrapped her arms around Quinn's waist before slamming their lips together in a passionate frenzy. Their tongues snaked around eachother as they explored. Bottom lips were nibbled and sucked whilst hands roamed around their bodies. Quinn reached up to let down Santana's hair so she could bury her fingers in her soft, dark locks. Santana could not carry on like this- she needed more. Quinn felt herself being walked backwards into the living room.

"Mind if I take this off?" teased Santana as she unzipped Quinn's dress. "It's really such a lovely dress, but I think it looks better on the floor," she continued as the dress slid off Quinn's athletic body. Santana had now moved her lips down to Quinn's neck.

"Mmm… fuck, Santana… I think yours would too," mumbled Quinn between moans and whimpers. Santana agreed and let Quinn tug it off her. Now the two girls were standing in their underwear, with their bodies pressed tightly together. Santana noticed how hot Quinn's skin felt against hers and let out a throaty groan. Quinn responded to this by sliding her hands up and over Santana's abs and looking straight into Santana's eyes before kneeling down. Santana ran her fingers through Quinn's hair and looked down in awe. Quinn pressed kisses all over Santana's toned stomach before running her tongue over each area that she had kissed. Her hands were holding on tightly to Santana's ass where she squeezed and dug her nails in. This made Santana lose control. She pulled Quinn back up and pushed her onto the large sofa. She straddled Quinn and without even thinking about it, ripped off her own bra, followed by Quinn's. Before they even had time to appreciate the beauty of each other, Santana was now kissing Quinn again and moaning into her mouth as she felt their hard nipples brush together. Santana wanted to taste more than just Quinn's lips, so her tongue trailed down until it reached her nipple. She teased Quinn by running the tip of her tongue around the hard, waiting nipple.

"Come on, baby. Stop teasing me, I can't take it," Santana loved hearing Quinn's desperation in her voice. She then ran her tongue very quickly backwards and forwards over Quinn's nipple, before moving over to meet the other one. She then began to suck-this sent a jolt of pleasure throughout Quinn's body.

"Jesus Christ, Santana!" yelled Quinn between gritted teeth. The two girls writhed about, moaning and whimpering until Santana dared to go further south. Her fingers were rapidly sliding down to meet the elastic of Quinn's underwear.

"You better be soaking wet for me, Q." requested Santana. Her lips had returned back to Quinn's once again. Two of her fingers slid underneath the panties- Santana immediately felt a pool of the hot liquid. This forced her to almost growl at the pleasurable feeling. Quinn's hips bucked violently as she felt Santana's fingers feel around but, frustratingly, she was avoiding her clit.

"Santana, stop fucking teasing me! I need you!" begged Quinn. Santana was looking right into her eyes and felt a shiver down her spine when she noticed how dark and sexy Quinn's eyes looked. She smirked as she pulled away her fingers and brought them up to hover above Quinn's face.

"Is this what I do to you? Make you this wet?" Santana could feel herself get increasingly horny as she saw Quinn nod in reply. The thought of being able to make Quinn Fabray this desperate for her touch was almost too much to handle- but she kept her cool. "Clean me up, Q?" asked Santana innocently as she rested her wet fingers on Quinn's lips. Quinn knew this would make Santana go crazy so she began to seductively suck off all of her own cum whilst moaning at her own taste. Santana could not believe what she was seeing- she had never seen anything so damn sexy. She had to taste Quinn.

"Fuck! Mmm… That's it baby," Quinn moaned as Santana had rapidly kissed her way down to Quinn's lacy underwear which she had ripped off in a split second. She was wasting no time in circling her hot tongue around Quinn's swollen clit. Quinn had her fingers nestled in Santana's hair and was pushing her head down hard. "That feels so good, oohhh, mmm." Santana was moaning along herself as she tasted Quinn- and it was better than expected.

"You taste so fucking good, Q. I could suck on your clit all day," mumbled Santana. Quinn was close. Very close. Teetering over the edge close.

"I'm… nearly… there… SHIT!" Quinn screamed out as Santana slid one slender finger inside Quinn and pushing upwards. Quinn's whole body shook as she reached orgasm. Her moans turned into screams and her nails were digging in deeper into Santana's head, but she didn't care- she felt amazing. She'd never had such a powerful feeling take over her like this before. The wait was so worth it. Once Quinn's orgasm was ending, Santana pulled her finger out and kissed her way up Quinn's sweaty torso until she met a pair of lazy eyes.

"How are you doing?" asked Santana as she stroked strands of hair away from Quinn's face.

"I… oh my God…" replied Quinn- her mind was still mush.

"That good, huh?" laughed Santana before kissing her on the forehead. "You know, I don't know what you do to me, Quinn Fabray, but I've never wanted somebody so much," Quinn smiled.

"It must have been my sexy dance moves from earlier," replied Quinn, raising an eyebrow. Santana laughed loudly before laying down next to Quinn.

"You could say that… We should dance like that more often. I thought it was illegal to be that close to another person. Seriously though, this isn't just about that. I mean, I want all of you. I want you to be mine, Quinn. Do you understand what I'm saying?" asked Santana nervously. I really hope she does understand. I want us to be solid.

"You mean you want me to be your girlfriend?" replied Quinn with a smile slowly creeping up on her lips.

"Yeah…" Santana gulped. "If I'm going to give myself to you, I need some sort of security. I haven't really done this much, and I don't like feeling vulnerable." Santana added looking away. Quinn knew Santana well and completely understood. She's vulnerable now. I've never heard her talk about feelings this way.

"Of course I'll be your girlfriend, San. I don't see what else this… relationship between us could be. I like you a lot. But you have to understand that I'm not ready to make this a public thing. After last year and…"

"I know. You don't need to explain. I'm not ready either, Q. You are all that matters to me right now." Said Santana in the softest tone Quinn had ever heard her speak in. Quinn kissed her on the forehead before turning on her side to go to sleep. Santana wasn't sure what to do. She had never had someone stay the whole night with her before after sex. Her arm hovered over Quinn's waist awkwardly before resting it on the warm, naked body. She relaxed when she head a content sigh coming from Quinn. I could get used to this, she thought as she cuddled up closer to her girlfriend.