SSOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYY YYY! I've been so awful to you all lately. Hopefully this chapter will help you forgive me. Enjoy!

I DO NOT OWN GLEE!

There was a long painful silence as Quinn processed the unusual words.

"What?" She didn't know what else to say.

"I'm sorry, Quinn. I-"

"-what did you do!? I told you not to do anything stupid!" Quinn interrupted. Santana sighed heavily.

"I know. I know. I just got carried away. You know how angry he makes me!" Santana tried to justify herself.

"Santana. What. Did. You. Do?" Quinn demanded an answer through gritted teeth. Santana rested her forehead on the cold, concrete wall.

"I hurt Finn."

"How badly?" Quinn heard a muffled reply but couldn't make it out. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that."

"I broke his nose okay!?" Santana snapped. She didn't want to say it out loud, but when she did, she felt ashamed. She'd disappointed Quinn.

"I can't belie… Why would you… How much trouble are you in exactly?" Quinn struggled to form sentences. She was both worried and angry at her girlfriend.

"I don't know. I've been arrested for GBH. They've called my Dad and he's on his way, but I had to let you know what has happened… Look… I'm sorry, Quinn. I just… he threatened us. He said he wasn't going to back off, and I lost it… I'm scared, Q." Santana confessed. Quinn felt mixed emotions. Of course she was mad at Santana for being so reckless, but her heart bled when she heard the fear in her voice. "Look, I have to go now. The fat guard is glaring at me. Please just… don't give up on me." And with that, Santana was gone leaving Quinn in silence.

I'm not going to make her think what she did was okay by going to see her! Quinn argued with herself as she got into her car and began to drive home. But she's my girlfriend… and she was trying to protect me. "Fuck!" she yelled as she slammed on her brakes and did a u-turn.

Santana sat in her prison cell with her head in her hands.

"That asshole!" she growled as her temper rose again. She couldn't get his smug grin off of her mind. The way he looked at her as the police officer put her in handcuffs made her skin crawl. She wanted to hit something. Her frustration levels were building. She wanted to get him back and hurt him even more but she knew that this would all happen again. It wasn't worth worrying Quinn. "Fucking bastard!" her intense anger and frustration caused her to slam her fist against the hard, brick wall. The force and the pain vented out some of her adrenaline. She looked down her at hand… blood was dripping onto the cold floor. She panicked and tried to move her fingers but a sharp pain resulted in her whimpering in pain.

"What's going on in here?" asked the curious officer as he made his way to Santana's cell. Santana didn't need to say anything more when he saw the state of Santana's hand. "We're going to need to go to see a Doctor about that." he explained cautiously. He could clearly see this young girl was in severe distress. She nodded as he led her out. I need Quinn.

Quinn ran into the Police Station and asked after Santana at Reception.

"Ah yes. She's on her way to the Hospital." explained the receptionist whose eyes didn't even leave her computer screen. Quinn's stomach turned.

"What?! Do you know why? Wha…what happened?" Quinn stuttered as she became flustered with worry. The receptionist sighed and took a long slow sip of coffee before replying. Quinn clenched her fists impatiently.

"I'm sorry. Unless you're a parent I cannot give away anymore information." she mumbled before turning her chair away. If Quinn wasn't in such a rush, she would have shown the rude receptionist a piece of her mind, but she had no time. She ran back to her car and drove to the Hospital. Why is she there? What the hell has happened? God I hope she's okay.

Santana winced as the Doctor cleaned up her cuts. She felt uncomfortable with the Police Officer watching over her, but he looked pretty sympathetic.

"Okay, Miss. Lopez. We're going to have to give that hand an x-ray. I suspect you've got a hairline fracture caused by the impact." explained the gentle Doctor. Santana nodded as she fought back tears. How could I be so stupid? Quinn is going to hate me. Oh God… and my Dad. Santana got up and followed the kind Doctor but abruptly stopped when she heard a familiar voice yelling down the hall.

"Santana!" Quinn shouted as she ran. Santana turned to face her with worry. Is she mad or worried or…?

"Quinn… what are you-"

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Quinn asked frantically as she caressed Santana's hair and looked her up and down for obvious injury. Santana couldn't help but giggle. "What?!" Quinn asked impatiently. This wasn't a laughing matter!

"Baby, I'm fine. I just got stressed out at the thought of Finn's smug grin and punched a wall… I'm now going through for an x-ray. Relax." Santana explained, ignoring her guard who was trying to pull her along. "Excuse me one second." Santana turned to her ball and chain. "If you don't give me a minute with my girl, it won't be the wall that gets punched next time." she threatened before turning back to Quinn. The guard looked taken a-back by the threat, but he knew she was young and distressed, so he didn't take it personally.

"I'm sorry about her. She can get very… crabby." Quinn apologised to the officer who looked pretty amused. "Santana, you can't speak to cops like that!" she hissed quietly. Santana ignored the comment.

"I'm so sorry for doing this to you, Quinn. I just-"

"-you don't have to explain. I know why you did it. His stupid face drives me crazy too, but maybe just be a little lighter on the old right hook next time, okay?" Quinn winked. Santana had an overwhelming rush of affection for her girlfriend and wanted to kiss her all over, but knew that she'd have to save that for another time.

"Oh my God, I love you so much." Santana blurted out. Quinn blushed.

"I love you too… so what happens now? How bad is it?"

"I don't know. They're not letting me know much, but my Dad is at the station now, I overheard, trying to bail me out, so I'll probably be under house arrest later on today… please come and see me?"

"Of course I will." Quinn agreed and gently stroked Santana's cheek before turning and walking away. Santana smiled smugly to herself.

"Okay, Wet Blanket. Let's go." she said to her officer before walking towards the x-ray department.

"So… was that your girlfriend?" he asked out of curiosity. Santana smirked.

"Are you meant to be talking to me about stuff like that?" she giggled. The guard laughed.

"Not really, but you need something to take your mind off things. And there's always the threat of you punching me so…" he explained. Santana laughed.

"Okay. Fair enough. And she is yeah. I hit the guy because he was threatening us. I just… lost it."

"We've all done stupid things to protect the people we love. She looks like a nice girl. Don't make the same mistake twice." He added before allowing Santana to go into the x-ray room ahead of him. She strolled in smiling to herself with pride.

Quinn sat on her bed staring at a plate of food, but it looked so unappealing. The last thing she wanted to do was eat. She felt sick with worry. Everytime her phone buzzed, her heart jumped thinking it was Santana, but she'd heard nothing all day. It was getting late and Quinn was going to give up and go to bed even though she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep.

She got herself comfortable under the warm sheets. After a while of worrying about Santana's welfare, she heard her phone buzz again. She leapt up and grabbed it. Her stomach turned when she saw Santana's name on the screen.

Look outside x

Quinn violently pulled open her drapes and looked down to see Santana waving and showing off her bright white teeth with the most beautiful smile Quinn had ever seen.

"Santana!" she whispered to herself with relief as she grabbed a sweater and ran downstairs. She ran outside, not caring that she had bare feet, and leapt into the arms of her precious girlfriend.

"Oh my God… I can't believe you're here!" Quinn squealed as quietly as she could- it was 11pm after all. Quinn pulled away to look at Santana's face before squeezing her harder.

"Yes, Quinn. It's really me!" Santana laughed as she returned the embrace. "Can we go inside? It's kinda freezing out here." she added as Quinn reluctantly pulled away.

"Yeah, sure."

"So… what's going to happen to you?" Quinn asked- not sure if she wanted to know the answer. Santana sighed.

"Well if that smug bastard decides to press charges… I guess I'll be getting a lawyer." Santana explained as she looked at the floor. Quinn winced at the mention of the word 'lawyer'.

"Is it really that serious?"

"Well I did break his nose… He deserved it though. Hopefully the judge will understand that I just reacted to a threat irrationally and let me off with community service or something." Santana hoped. She had been trying to convince herself that it would be okay, but she was scared.

"But what if-"

"-can we just talk about something else? I've had a shit day and I wanted to see you so desperately to take my mind off of things. I missed you." Santana interrupted. Quinn melted slightly at the ending of the sentence.

"Yeah… of course. Did you want to watch a movie or something…?" Quinn suggested. Santana raised one eyebrow seductively and smiled at Quinn's obvious arousal at the thought of what Santana wanted. Quinn's breath hitched at the view of her sexy girlfriend coming towards her and pulling her into a hard kiss. She yelped as Santana lightly slapped her ass.

"Get upstairs, you." Santana demanded playfully. Quinn giggled and ran up alongside Santana. The second they reached Quinn's room, Santana felt herself being pushed back against the door and her hands being raised above her head.

"Argh shit!" Santana shouted out in agony. Quinn leapt half way across the room in shock.

"What did I do?"

"It's not you… my hand is fractured. Didn't you notice the cast?" Santana breathed as she tried to regain her composure. Quinn bit her lip.

"Oh my God… No, sorry. I was too excited to see you that I didn't take much notice of your hand. Do you want some painkillers or something… I could go down to the-"

"-Q, I'm fine. I'm a big girl… Now where were we?" Santana interrupted before walking over seductively to Quinn. She ran her tongue up Quinn's neck and nibbled on her earlobe before whispering in her ear. "Oh yes. I remember. I was going to fuck you until the sheets are wet and there are scratches all down my back." Quinn felt her panties become saturated with arousal. But she knew it wasn't going to work.

"And how were you planning on doing that exactly? If you as much as tap your hand against something, you'll be in a lot of pain." Quinn reminded Santana sensibly. This left Santana stuck. She didn't have an answer.

"I umm… I guess I…" She stuttered but Quinn just laughed.

"Okay. We're going to play this my way now. You do owe me for making me worry all day, after all." Quinn said in a very low, sexy tone. Santana looked at her with confusion. "Sit down on the end of the bed." Quinn demanded. Santana did as she was told. She was intrigued… and very, very horny. "Just because you were stupid enough to punch a wall and make your hand unusable, doesn't mean my pleasure has to suffer." Quinn continued as she slowly began to take off her t-shirt. Santana's breathing almost stopped when she realised Quinn wasn't wearing a bra. "Now, the rule is, if you move your hands from your sides at any point, I will stop and we will go to sleep. Is that clear?" Santana nodded as her arousal built up. Quinn was now removing her pyjamas shorts, giving Santana clear view of her black, lacy panties. Santana licked her lips. Quinn walked up to Santana and straddled her lap. Santana moaned as Quinn's fingernails dug into her shoulders. "Are you alright there, baby?" Quinn questioned with mock concern.

"I'm struggling already." Santana admitted. Quinn laughed.

"Well that's a shame, because this is the easiest level." Quinn leant back slightly and looked straight into Santana's eyes as her fingers slid up over her toned stomach until they reached her nipples. Her fingertips lightly twisted and teased. "How bad do you wish you were sucking on these?" Quinn asked seductively. Santana's eyes were moving rapidly up and down.

"You have no idea..." Quinn's eyes turned darker with lust as she saw how much her girlfriend wanted her. It turned her on so badly. Quinn broke a few of the rules she had made up in her head and wrapped her arms around Santana's neck and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. She moaned as she felt Santana's tongue wrapping around her own. Santana's hands rose and fell as she debated whether or not to give up, but she desperately wanted to watch the rest of the show, so her hands stayed put.

Quinn eventually pulled away and bit her lip as her right hand slid down to rub herself through the soaking wet material of her underwear.

"I'm so wet for you, San." Quinn whimpered as she slid one finger underneath the material until it was covered. She then pulled her hand away and lifted her finger to Santana's mouth. Santana knew exactly what Quinn wanted her to do and she gladly obliged. She looked up at Quinn and slowly ran her tongue along Quinn's wet finger before putting it entirely into her mouth and sucking it clean. Quinn shivered at the eroticism of it all. Santana moaned at the taste that she'd missed.

"You taste so fucking good, Quinn." Santana mumbled before going in for another kiss. Quinn pulled away abruptly.

"Watch me, Santana." She whispered as she quickly got up off Santana's lap, pulled off her offending underwear and placed herself back on. Quinn's hand then found its way to her awaiting, swollen clit. Quinn's head fell back as she pleasured herself- her fingers circling over and over her sensitive bundle of nerves. Her free hand was digging in harder than ever on Santana's shoulder. Santana watched her girlfriend in awe. She bit her lip in frustration as she fought back her hands that so desperately wanted to feel Quinn. This was complete and utter torture… but it was so hot simultaneously. Santana let out a throaty groan as she saw two of Quinn's fingers slide deep inside her with ease. Quinn struggled to hold in screams as she fucked herself. She didn't care for one second if her fingernails digging into Santana's back were drawing blood. As she felt herself getting close, she rested her forehead against Santana's and looked deep into her eyes. Santana was in a trance. Quinn was finally pushed over the edge as she felt a hand slide over her ass and squeeze it hard. It was too late to stop and punish Santana for breaking the rules, because she was already climaxing intensely. Santana lost control and allowed her uninjured hand to roam free over Quinn's body and she got lost in the moment just like the sexy blonde that was straddling her lap and screaming her name.

As Quinn came down, she realised what had happened.

"You broke the rules." she said between short breaths. Santana smirked.

"It was worth it… fuck, Quinn. You really are the sexiest woman in existence." Quinn smiled as she collapsed on the bed.

"Thank you… I must admit. You did better than I thought you would." Santana laughed as she joined Quinn by lying down on the bed beside her.

"Well I am very strong headed. I very nearly gave in before but I was scared you'd slap me or something." Santana giggled. "So I stayed put… it was probably one of the most difficult things I've ever had to do."

"I'm glad. It was meant to be… to get you back for all the worry you put me through today." Quinn admitted. Santana turned to face her.

"I'm so sorry, Quinn. I can't apologise enough."

"I know. You don't have to anymore. I'm just glad you're here with me now, and that's all that matters." Quinn confessed before turning her bedside lamp off and snuggling under the sheets with Santana after she'd taken her clothes off.

They lay naked in each other's arms feeling warm and safe. Nothing would ever get between them. Not even Finn. This isn't over