Well here we are. I decided to continue on the story for a little bit so I hope it's okay. Thank you again for all of your helpful reviews and follows/favourites. You're all great!

I DO NOT OWN GLEE.

"Good morning," giggled Quinn as she looked down at a pair of tired, barely open eyes. Santana mumbled something that Quinn could not make out before burying her head in Quinn's chest. "What was that?"

"I'm happy here. Go back to sleep." Santana grunted. Quinn noticed that Santana was smiling to herself once she'd made herself at home on Quinn's chest. I bet she's happy there.

"I'm wide awake, and I can't stay here all day. Do you want some breakfast?" Quinn asked as she tried to pull herself away, but Santana's arms snaked around Quinn's waist and slid underneath her t-shirt to hold tightly onto soft, warm skin.

"Ssh, baby. Don't move," Santana whispered. It looked like Quinn had no choice- knowing Santana, she could be here until mid-afternoon, but she couldn't pretend she wouldn't be happy waiting. Having Santana wrapped around her for comfort made her heart ache in a way that she never knew possible. She had seen a completely different side to Santana since they'd been together- a side that gives her overpowering rushes of affection whenever Santana laughs or pouts, or in this case, when she's half asleep.

Quinn grabbed a gossip magazine off the bedside table and read it with one hand as her other stroked Santana's soft hair. I could get used to this. Quinn was deeply focused on the problem page until she felt a hand sliding down her thigh and back up again to pull off her pyjama shorts- Quinn nearly fell off the bed.

"Woah! What the-"

"Guess who's awake now?" growled a smirking Santana who was now positioning herself between Quinn's legs. Quinn's heart raced at the shock of what just happened and what was about to happen, but she soon found herself becoming rapidly aroused.

"That didn't take you lon- ooh fuck!" Quinn moaned as she felt her clit being sucked and gently grazed with teeth. Quinn wrapped her legs around Santana's neck and pulled her head closer towards her. But suddenly the build-up to orgasm had come to a halt. Quinn whimpered.

"No don't stop!" She whined as Santana made her way up to face Quinn.

"I'm sorry, where are my manners?" apologized Santana before kissing Quinn passionately on the lips. Quinn moaned as she tasted herself on Santana's tongue. "Good Morning, baby." Santana whispered before quickly making her way back down Quinn's body. Quinn would normally blush over Santana's sweetness, but she was so worked up that she just wanted to feel Santana's mouth on her clit.

"Fuck! That's better..." Quinn moaned as her head fell back onto the pillow. As Santana sucked, licked and moaned at the taste of Quinn, she noticed Quinn's noises getting louder and her body was beginning to shake.

"No! Don't come yet. I want you to do something for me…" Santana was willing to take a risk. She was so damn horny and her fantasies needed to be fulfilled.

"Jesus, what!?" snapped a very frustrated Quinn. Santana moved so that she was lying down on the bed.

"I want you to straddle my face," commanded Santana. Quinn's eyes widened. "Trust me, baby. Please?" Quinn was too turned on to question it. She climbed on top of Santana's face and immediately stopped feeling nervous. She leaned forward and gripped onto the headboard as she felt Santana's tongue plunge deep inside her.

"Oh my God, San! That feel so… mm… good!" Quinn moaned as she began to rock her hips. Santana gripped tightly onto Quinn's thighs and dug her nails in.

"You taste so good, baby." whimpered Santana. Quinn wanted to please Santana too- she knew she was begging to be touched. Quinn turned herself around so she was facing Santana's body.

"Q, what are you… oh fuck!" cried Santana as Quinn leaned down so her tongue could taste Santana's desperately wet center.

The two girls moaned, whimpered and writhed under each other's touch. Santana's hands were holding on tightly to Quinn's ass as she continued to suck and lick- apart from the moments she needed to stop for breath when Quinn's tongue made her head fall back. Quinn loved lapping up the taste of Santana's juices and could happily stay there all day, but she felt herself getting closer to the edge.

"San… you better be close because… mm… I can't hold on much longer!" grunted Quinn as her hips began to buck.

"I am… come for me, baby!" demanded Santana as her orgasm hit her. Quinn's closely following. Both girls thrust their hips frantically and shook with the overpowering pleasure. Quinn collapsed on the bed next to Santana's exhausted body.

"That was-"
"-fucking amazing." interrupted Santana.

"I wouldn't have put it quite so bluntly but, yes. It was. Who would have known you were so kinky, San?" teased Quinn.

"Well now you know… and stuff like that might happen more often now I know you like it," replied Santana as she gently kissed Quinn's neck. Quinn shivered and was about to turn her head for more kissing but Santana got up and began to put on some sweats.

"So… do you still want that breakfast?" asked Santana as she put her hair up in a ponytail. Quinn dragged her eyes up and down Santana's body that was tightly enclosed in material. Her ass looks amazing… and those toned arms. Damn.

"I just ate my breakfast… can you have dessert in the morning?" said Quinn crudely. Santana turned to face her and noticed the predatory look in Quinn's eyes. She didn't know what to say- that was so out of character but yet so damn sexy. Santana was just about to pounce on Quinn when she heard the doorbell ring.

"Shit… stay right there!" she demanded before reluctantly walking downstairs. She opened the door to find the mailman with a package for her- but he obviously thought she had a package for him.

"If you don't take your eyes off of my chest right now, I'll rip them out and mail them to the lion's den at the zoo." she threatened. The mailman gave her the package and ran off. She laughed at him before slamming the door.

She walked into the kitchen and started to make some coffee. As she waited, she sat down at the table and opened the small box. She felt sick with what she saw. Inside the box was a note that said "Filthy dykes get what they deserve…" and underneath it was a picture of Santana from the yearbook with her face scratched out.

Quinn heard a distressed voice call her name from downstairs. She could tell that something was wrong so she quickly pulled on her clothes and ran downstairs.

"San, what's wrong?" Quinn asked as she approached the girl. She was hunched over a bit of paper with her head resting on her hand. Santana passed the note and picture over to Quinn.

"This came through the mail." explained Santana as Quinn's eyes scrunched up with confusion.

"What the hell is this?" Quinn stopped breathing as her head worked out what it meant. It was a threat. Santana got up and paced the kitchen.

"This has Finn Hudson written all over it!" she yelled.

"What? You think Finn did this?!" asked a disorientated Quinn. Finn wasn't capable of this, surely?

"Of course! Nobody else had a problem with us except for him. He was so mad at both of us- especially me for 'stealing' you." Santana snapped as her anger built up. Quinn wasn't so sure about the accusation.

"You saw what happened to Kurt at Prom. Nobody had touched him but they were all conspiring behind his back! They could be doing the same thing to us. We have no proof that it was Finn!"

"Why are you sticking up for him!? Deep down, you must know that he's the only one who's shown any problem with us!" Santana had gotten very close to Quinn now as she shouted.

"We need to take this to the police or something. They will find out who it is!"

"Don't be so naïve, Quinn. I'm not going to sit here and let him get away with this. I am not scared of him or this stupid fucking note!" Santana ran upstairs and began to put on some jeans and a t-shirt and Quinn followed her.

"San, please just stay here. You can't go around accusing people of things that they may not have done!" Quinn begged as she stood by the door- too scared to go in any further because Santana was really mad.

"I'm going, Quinn. You and I both know that he's got a motive. There's nothing you can say to stop me." Santana declared with a bitter tone as she ran past Quinn. She grabbed her car keys and went for the door. Quinn yelled at her just before the door slammed shut.

"Don't do anything stupid, San!"