Well here's the next chapter. I hope you like it. The reviews I got for the last chapter really made my week. I felt so relieved that you all enjoy my writing. So yeah, thanks again!

I DO NOT OWN GLEE!

Santana woke up the next morning feeling ridiculously happy. All the years she'd known Quinn and she hadn't realised how perfect they were for each other until now. She was never one for emotion but recently she had found herself living up to all the clichés of love- butterflies whenever she caught a glimpse of Quinn and the urge to try and do anything to make her happy. She did worry that she hadn't told Quinn her true feelings yet but what if she seemed too needy? What if Quinn thought she was coming on too strong? She couldn't risk it until Quinn told her first. Santana missed her already and she'd only said goodbye to her 12 hours ago. Jesus… What have I turned into?! A soppy loser- that's what! She smiled to herself and grabbed her phone.

Hey, Q. How about you come over today and we pop in a movie… Get our cuddle on? S xx

Hey you. I love the sound of that. I'll bring a horror movie… you know what that means ;) See you in an hour. Q xx

Santana found herself getting a little overexcited at the prospect of Quinn being so scared that she had to be protected by Santana- not in an innocent way.

Quinn hauled herself out of bed and began to get ready. She couldn't wait to spend the day with Santana. She would have spent the night with her but she didn't want to appear too eager. She knew Santana was afraid of admitting feelings so she thought it was best she play it cool for now. She didn't realise love could hit her so quickly. She guessed this feeling was love anyway- she cherished every second she spent with Santana and she got excited every day when she knew she was going to see her… kiss her.

As Quinn put on her makeup, she thought about Santana's proposal to come out to everybody and it terrified her. She simply wasn't ready- she questioned whether she ever would be. After all of the crap she had taken whilst being pregnant and being kicked off the Cheerio's, she didn't believe she was strong enough to take anymore. She knew Santana would understand this. There was no problem in keeping their relationship a secret, right? They still had fun in the privacy of their own homes. Everyone knowing about them would just ruin the secrecy and the excitement. Quinn had managed to convince herself that keeping it a secret would keep them going strong. It's nobody else's business. And of course she had the worry of how her Mom would react. She couldn't risk being kicked out again. However, she had realised how difficult it was to not being able to show any affection towards Santana at school. Her heart broke when she saw Santana's face drop when she pushed her away in Glee club. But she had to do that to protect Santana. To protect them. Quinn of all people knew how cruel narrow minded students could be. We'll just have to manage until I'm ready. I will just try to avoid the subject for a while.

Quinn grabbed her scariest movie and her keys and set off to Santana's house. Once she was there she practically ran to the door. Santana opened it and poked her head round the side.

"Can I help you?" she said playfully. Quinn laughed.

"Are your parents in?" Quinn replied whilst taking a step closer.

"Are they ever?" And with that, Quinn pushed through the doorway and slammed it shut by pushing Santana onto it. She took a tight grasp of her waist and desperately kissed Santana's plump, inviting lips. Santana responded by gripping Quinn's neck and digging her nails slightly into the skin.

"Mmm… Someone's happy to see me."

"You have no idea." breathed Quinn. Santana was held tightly against the door as Quinn's tongue was now running up and down the soft skin of her neck. "I've been thinking about this all morning. All week actually."

"What else have you been thinking of?" mumbled Santana as her grip on Quinn tightened.

"This neck of yours has been teasing me a lot lately. I've been waiting to leave my mark on it," and with that, Quinn nipped the skin between her teeth and sucked until she was satisfied with the mark it left behind. Meanwhile, Santana was squirming and moaning at the painful pleasure. She wasn't used to being so dominated, but she liked it.

"Fuck… mmm… What else, Q? Tell me," begged Santana. Quinn stopped what she was doing and stared into Santana's lust filled eyes.

"We have to go upstairs first." The two girls practically ran upstairs. Once they reached Santana's room, Quinn pushed her onto the bed and slid her knee between Santana's legs.

"Fuck!" Santana's reaction to the sudden contact made Quinn laugh to herself.

"You were grinding my leg and making it so… wet. So I guess we have to get these clothes off," Santana could barely think straight. Quinn actually imagined seducing Santana like this during class? It was almost too hot for her to handle. The way the words slid off Quinn's tongue in a deep, almost growling tone sent shivers up and down Santana's spine- and of course caused intense frustration from the lack of Quinn's tongue on her aching clit.

They began to kiss frantically once again- only stopping when clothing had to come off. Soon they were both just in their underwear. Santana was wearing a deep red, lacy set that resulted in a cleavage that Quinn wanted to just explore for days. Quinn was wearing a dark purple thong that attracted Santana's eager hands to grope Quinn's perfect ass.

Quinn raised her knee once again until it came into contact with Santana's clit. Santana moaned and began to snake her hips up and down to continue the contact. Quinn began to whimper at the feeling of Santana on her bare leg. She could feel how soaking wet she was through her panties. Santana's hips were moving faster and faster until her moans turned into grunts. She had pulled Quinn's head down to rest on her shoulder as she indulged herself against Quinn's leg.

"Holy shit, Q. I'm so close!" Quinn's head shot up. She was so lost in the feeling that she forgot about Santana having to eventually orgasm. Quinn pulled her legs away from Santana immediately.

"Not yet, San. You're going to have to earn this one," Santana looked at her like she was mad.

"What? You can't just do that, Q! I'm so fucking horny right now and I wants to cum!" yelled Santana. She had never been so sexually frustrated in all her life. Quinn laughed which infuriated Santana even more. "Fine. I'll just have to get myself off if you're not going to help me."

Santana slowly slid her fingers down to gently circle her clit. Her head fell back as she began to moan and whimper. Quinn just stared. She'd never seen something so sexy. But she couldn't let her get off yet. The thought of torturing Santana like this had been turning her on all week. She wanted her to be begging for it. Quinn waited until Santana began to squirm under her own touch before grabbing both her wrists and holding them down on the bed. Santana began to protest once again.

"No! Not again! Fuck!" Santana felt so damn angry at Quinn, but she knew what she was doing and god was she good at it. Santana had never been so desperate for anyone in her life. Feeling so vulnerable like this was a huge change from the normal her, but very welcomed when she was with Quinn. She trusted her and this felt amazing. Quinn ran her tongue along Santana's jaw line.

"You have to beg for it, San." Her tongue made its way down her neck, to her chest where it stopped next to Santana's hard nipple. Her hands were still tightly gripping Santana's wrists. Quinn looked up at her frustrated expression as she took one nipple into her mouth and sucked. Santana bit her lip and her eyes slammed shut. Quinn continued on down, her tongue now gently running over Santana's toned stomach. She had now let go of Santana's wrists. "If you move those hands from the bed, I'll get up and go home. Do you understand?" Santana nodded and rested her hands on the sheets. "Good." Quinn soon found out that torturing Santana like this was actually torture for herself. She wanted to taste her so badly. She had to use all the self-control she had. She rested her hands on top of Santana's thighs before dragging her nails down them.

"Shit… that feels so good." mumbled Santana as she watched intently at what Quinn was doing. Her fingers were now gripping on tightly to the bed sheets. Quinn positioned herself so she was lying on her stomach between Santana's legs. Her teeth gripped the red lace of Santana's panties and pulled them down, her hands helping to pull them off completely. Santana's chest was now moving up and down at an alarming pace from her erratic breathing. She bit her bottom lip and moaned quietly when she looked between Santana's legs. It all looked so inviting. Her hands slid around Santana's thighs and she pushed them over her shoulders. Her lips began to leave trails of light kisses around Santana's smooth bikini line, but went nowhere near her clit. Santana squirmed. "Quinn. Please! I don't know how much of this I can take," she said through heavy breaths.

"You'll have to do better than that I'm afraid, San." replied Quinn in that very low tone of hers. Her fingers had now spread apart Santana's wet, swollen lips. She looked up at Santana and raised an eyebrow as her tongue began to tickle around her clit. So close. But not close enough.

"Shit! Quinn, please! I need to feel you! I'm desperate!" Santana was writhing around now, trying her best to keep her hands away. Quinn nearly came from hearing Santana sound so needy for her touch. Quinn couldn't keep it going any longer.

"Fuck it," she whispered a split second before her tongue dived inside Santana at the same time as her thumb circled over her clit. "God, you're so wet." she breathed before sliding her tongue back inside Santana's tight hole again. Santana almost screamed with both relief and pleasure. Her hands were now buried in Quinn's hair. Her orgasm came almost straight away. It had been building up for a long time and once it hit her, it was so intense. The strongest orgasm she'd ever had.

"Fuuucckk Quinn! Tan caliente!" her hips were bucking frantically as her whole body spasmed. Quinn looked up at her girlfriend and watched her as her own hand slid down and rubbed her clit quickly just to push her over the edge. She sunk her teeth into Santana's thigh as her own orgasm hit her. Santana didn't seem to mind. She barely even noticed. The two girls were left panting and collapsed. Once they'd regained some energy, Quinn brought herself up to cuddle her girlfriend.

"Sorry about the whole 'you have to beg' thing. I just thought it would be really hot. And it was… Well I thought it was anyway." said Quinn as her head rested on Santana's chest. Santana gently laughed.

"If you keep talking about it, you're going to turn me on again and I'm pretty exhausted now," replied Santana. "It was really hot, Q. Didn't know you had it in you, you frisky little thing." Santana brought her hand up to stroke Quinn's hair. Quinn hummed with satisfaction and they both had a little nap before getting up to actually watch the movie they had planned.

Quinn woke up about an hour later to find Santana laughing at a text. Quinn smiled. She loved Santana's laugh.

"Who making you laugh so much?" asked Quinn out of curiosity as she cuddled up closer to her girlfriend.

"Oh just Brit. I asked her how to cover up the hickey you gave me. She said toothpaste or a turtle neck. I don't think I can pull off a turtle neck, do you?" she explained before giggling to herself again. Quinn shot up.

"You told Brittany about us?" Santana looked confused.

"Well yeah. She's my best friend. She would never tell another soul, Q. I thought you knew." Santana tried to defend herself. She honestly thought it would be okay with Quinn. The three girls had known each other for years and never spread their secrets.

"How could you, Santana? We agreed not to tell anyone about us!" Quinn got out of bed and began to put some clothes on.

"No! You agreed that. Like you've agreed how we go about everything in this relationship." snapped Santana. She refused to be the victim. She wrapped a sheet around her and stood up.

"How dare you! You know why we can't tell anyone. Kurt's life was threatened for being gay!"

"God! You're just using that as an excuse! Kurt wasn't popular and he didn't have a boyfriend at the time to support him. We'd take no shit from anybody. You're only doing this because you are scared, Quinn! Scared of not being Little anymore. "

"That is not true. I just don't think that it's anybody's business. We don't need to tell people. We're happy how we are, right?"

"No, Quinn. We're not. Can't you see how hurt I am when you push me away at school? I just want to show you a little bit of affection and you push me off and pretend that there is nothing between us. When there is, Quinn. Fuck…." she paced around the room as Quinn looked at her with a huge amount of regret and guilt. "It just makes me think that you're ashamed of me, or that I'm not good enough for you. I'd be willing to sacrifice anything to make this work. Because I… I love you."

"San…" said Quinn as she tried to hold her hand.

"No don't. I can't go on like this anymore. Can you leave now please." Quinn looked at Santana. There was such pain in her eyes. Both of their eyes. Quinn didn't know what to say. She couldn't explain her behaviour and now she knew the consequences she felt like she'd been kicked in the stomach. She knew that the right thing to do would be to leave. Let them both cool off for a bit. She'd come back later on. Quinn grabbed her things and winced as she heard very faint sobs coming from Santana who had perched herself on the edge of the bed.

Once Quinn had left, Santana let it all out. She felt so bad for yelling at Quinn. Her face had fallen and she looked so… sad. But on the other hand, she was mad with Quinn. She had no real excuse for keeping their relationship a secret. Santana had given herself on a plate to Quinn and had never let herself be so out of control, yet Quinn hadn't taken notice of this. It was still all about her and how she was feeling. Typical. But Santana loved her. And now Quinn knew that. God she was so stupid for getting in this deep. Again.

Santana lay on her bed that still had Quinn's scent lingering around it. She'd do anything for it to just be them. Away from everyone and everything so they could just be. She cried heavily until she heard her phone buzz. It was Brittany.

Hey, Quinn just drove past me and she looked sad. Did you two have a fight? 3 xx

Yeah, we did. I don't really want to talk about it. I'll see you at school. Xxx

Santana was thankful to have such a good friend who cared about her. But right now she wanted to be alone. She got into the shower to wipe away the smell of Quinn so she could clear her head for a while. She got dressed into some sweats and started to blow dry her hair until she heard a knock on the door. She nearly didn't answer but thought it might be a package for her parents. She reluctantly opened the door to find Brittany standing there with a tub of ice cream and an action film. Brittany started talking before Santana could say anything.

"I know you like an action film when you're mad because of all the killing and guns and the ice cream always cheers me up so I thought it would you too. Although I feel bad for the cows that have to be milked in Antarctica so the cream comes out frozen," she let herself in. Santana smiled. She missed spending time with Brittany. Her sweet innocence made everything better. She put on the movie.

"Look I know you don't want to talk about it. So we'll just watch the movie, okay?" Santana nodded. As the movie started, Brittany cuddled up to her just like they always did before. It should have felt weird now she was with Quinn, but it felt like home. Brittany had always made her feel wanted- she didn't care what people thought when they held pinkies around school. All the anger she felt towards Quinn had now made Brittany seem so appealing. Brittany took Santana's hand and began to run her fingernails lightly up and down the inside of her arm. Brittany had always done this to relax Santana, but it always seemed to have the opposite effect. It just turned her on. Santana sat there and enjoyed the feeling. Her thoughts began to wash away and the warm skin of Brittany and the light touches just made her feel wanted. Brittany looked up at Santana. She knew what was going to come next. She shouldn't be doing it but she missed Santana so much. Santana looked into Brittany's eyes for a while until it seemed almost as if she was arguing with herself. Brittany took charge and leaned in until their lips met. The kiss felt so nice on Santana's lips. She began to kiss Brittany back. Her hands now sliding up and down her body. The kiss became more heated as their tongues slid over each other's. Santana's brain knew this was wrong but she was enjoying the closeness. She pushed Brittany down on the sofa until she was straddling her. Her lips met Brittany's neck.

"I've missed this, San." Santana was lost in her little world until she heard those words. What was she doing? She'd ended it with Brittany. It was in the past now. She loved Quinn. She then realised that she was using Brittany to feel wanted. God, she was really emotionally unstable and it made her feel uneasy and out of character. She pushed herself away from Brittany.

"Brit, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done this. It was wrong of me, and you know it." Brittany looked down at her hands.

"I know. I just miss you, that's all. I shouldn't have tempted you like that. I just wish we hung out more. I don't need the sex. I just want to see you. We're best friends." Brittany smiled up at Santana. "You love Quinn. You need her and she needs you. I'm sure you'll sort things out." added Brittany before getting up, waving and letting herself out. Santana felt guilty. She'd deserted her best friend to spend more time with Quinn. But that was only because she could barely act like they do at home, at school. Despite this, it still wasn't any excuse to cheat on Quinn. She now felt worse than ever. What would she tell Quinn? Congrats, San. You've really messed it up now.

Special thanks to: supercrevette