AN: I feel like such a lazy bum. I apologize sincerely from the depths of my heart for neglecting this D: But! I figured I should stop being such a slacker! XD Soooo….Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The usual. Also, You Found Me belongs to the Fray.

Santana groaned as the alarm clock went off. She rolled onto her side, fully intending to slam her hand down on it, when the floor decided to smack her. She let out a string of curse words that were muffled by the rug. Quinn sat up and rubbed her eyes, stirred by the annoying beeping coming from Santana's side of the bed. She saw her counterpart lying face down on the navy blue rug and laughed.

"San, did you fall off the bed?"

"Fmo…" Santana replied, trying to hang onto a shred of her dignity.

Quinn's mellifluous laughter filled the room, making the Latina smile against the carpet. She turned over onto her back, only to whack her head on the nightstand.

"Son of a bitch!" She yelped, clutching her skull. Quinn couldn't contain herself any longer; she burst into a fit of giggles, holding her midsection as if she were going to fall apart. Santana was about to lunge at the blonde, but a large pitbull barged into the room and promptly stood over her, licking her face with all he had.

Ack! Get the fuck off! Son of a—ugh! Ro, get off! Down! Sit!" Wrong command. The dog sat right down on Santana's torso. After a few selective words, she managed to shove the dog off of her enough so that she could scramble onto the bed. She grimaced when she felt drool dripping down her face. "Nasty mother fu—"

"Don't finish that, Hija," Santana's father said from the doorway. He looked thoroughly amused at the situation. Quinn was still trying to contain her laughter.

"Sorry, Papi." She gritted her teeth, still not too happy with how the morning was going. Rude awakening, check. My room kicking my ass, check. Romeo slobbering, check. Anything else, world?

"All in good fun, Hija. Anyway, your mother told me to tell you that breakfast was on the table and not to take too long getting ready because it'll get cold." He smiled knowingly. Both girls blushed. "Romeo, come." He snapped his fingers and the dog followed him out of the room.

"Freaking furrball," Santana muttered. She stood from her perch on the bed and stormed into her bathroom, slamming the door loudly. A few moments later, Quinn could hear the water running. Getting up, she sauntered over to the door and tried the knob. She grinned; it was unlocked.

Stepping into the room as quietly as she could, she got rid of her clothes and stepped into the shower behind Santana. The blonde wrapped her arms around the shorter girl's midsection, resting her head on a tan shoulder. If she looked down, she could see drops of water rolling down Santana's chest and towards the floor. She traced patterns around the Latina's belly button, nipping gently at the exposed skin of her neck and shoulder. She grinned when she heard a soft moan come from the girl in front of her. Time to mess with the best.

Quinn trailed her hands a little lower, running her fingers lightly up and down Santana's slit, smirking at the wetness she found there. She placed hot, open-mouthed kisses up the darker girl's neck to her ear before nibble on her earlobe. She traced it's shell with her tongue before whispering into it: "It's all about the teasing and not about the pleasing."

With that, she stepped away from Santana and out of the shower, fleeing the bathroom, which was filling steadily with complaints and swear words. Cackling, Quinn dried herself off and wandered into Santana's closet, picking out a pair of skinnies and an old Cheerios tee that said "Lopez" on the back. She grinned, satisfied with her appearance.

"As pissed that I am that you left me hanging, I still gotta say you look fucking hot in my clothes, Babe." Santana came out of the bathroom in absolutely nothing, causing Quinn's mouth to run dry. The Latina had a sultry smirk on her face; she was obviously up to no good.

Santana grabbed a lacy lingerie set and a pair of booty shorts and tugged them on slowly, totally enjoying the lack of activity and abundance of staring coming from the blonde's side of the room. She grabbed the smallest tank top she owned and put it on. It left about two inches of skin exposed between the hem of the shirt and the waistband of the shorts, and way more cleavage than necessary. Smirking over her shoulder, she swaggered downstairs, adding an extra sway to her hips as she went.

Fuck, get ahold of yourself, Fabray! Quinn shook her head, regaining some of her senses before she went downstairs and joined Santana for breakfast. It was silent, the two girls engaging in a raging battle of footsies under the table while Mr. and Mrs. Lopez shared knowing and amused glances with each other.

"So, Hija—"

"No! No, we're not playing detective this morning. Not happening, Papi!" Santana was quick to intercept what was sure to be another attempt at embarrassing her in front of her girlfriend. Quinn snickered.

"Whatever do you mean, dearest child? I was simply going to inform you that Carlos and Jose were coming home next weekend to spend a week home before going to their internships." Santana's eyes went comically wide.

"Cee-Cee and Jo are coming home? No fucking way!" Her face lit up.

"Language, baby girl," her mother scolded. "Yes, they'll be around for a week, like your father said."

"This is awesome!"

Quinn smiled warmly at her girlfriend. She hadn't even known the girl had brothers. Judging by her reaction, they had been gone for awhile. Santana's parents shared a fond look before Maria pointed up at the clock.

"Alright, you two. It's time for school. Can't have you being late!"

An eyeroll came from Santana. "Si, Mami. Adios. Te amo, Mami, Papi." She stood and dragged Quinn out the door to her car, the blonde calling out a "goodbye" over her shoulder. "You're gonna pay for that stunt you pulled in the shower, Fabray," Santana muttered as she shoved Quinn roughly into the passenger side of her car. "I mean it." The blonde merely winked and smirked.

The drive to school was filled with loud hip hop music and stolen glances. Once they arrived, Santana pulled into the spot next to Kurt's Escalade and cut the engine. "So…" Quinn trailed off, unsure of how to approach this. "Do you, you know…Wanna be…Out?"

Santana mulled this over. Do I want to be out? Well, not coming out kinda didn't go too well with Britts, so why not? Plus, I really won't be able to keep my shit together if Finnocence tries to put those mitts he calls hands on my girlfriend. So, I guess I can be out. I told Q that I'd try with her, and she sounds almost…hopeful. Dude, why isn't she having like a gay panic right now?

Little did she know, Quinn was having her own internal debate. Why did you ask her that? Now you have to follow through. Idiot. Well, I'm the one who wanted to try this with her, so I guess I brought it on myself. Damn right you did. Oh no, not you again. Yupp, I'm back, but I'm here to help this time. Oh? Yeah, so shut up and pay attention to what she has to say before responding, okay? Got it…

"Are you sure? I mean, I'm probably gonna mess up and freak out or something if a lot of people say shit about me, and I don't really want you to get caught in the crossfire, Q."

Okay, so she's being honest. Good. Say…Say that you'll probably mess up too, and that you'll both have to be patient with each other. But you want to give being open with everyone a chance, because you really don't want Finn all over you and you really really don't want Britt all over her.

"We'll have to be patient with each other, because we both know that I'm gonna eventually remember that I'm a God-fearing and judgment-fearing being. But I want to give being out a chance. If you're willing. Plus, I don't want to have to fend Britt and Finn off of us." Quinn smiled at the Latina and kissed her lightly. "Plus, I'm in your clothes, and you have a hickey…or two…showing. Kind of a dead giveaway, love." Santana pouted, which was quickly removed by another kiss.

She nodded. "You ready, angel?" Quinn nodded in response and Santana got out of the car. She jogged over to the blonde's side and pulled open the door. Quinn stepped out and immediately took Santana's hand, lacing their fingers together. They shared nervous smiles before entering the building, ready for anything.

There were stares and whispers. Surprisingly, it was easy enough for Santana. She strode confidently in with a smug smirk on her face and a fierce look in her eyes that dared anyone to say something to her face. Quinn was actually quite entertained with Santana's way of showing the blonde was taken. She could've sworn the Latina puffed her chest out much like any of the boys would. Normally, Quinn didn't like being referred to as someone's property, but it kinda felt right with Santana, for some reason. She didn't know why.

"So it's true, then?" They girls were joined by one Kurt Hummel, who was looking anxious; he was waiting for the bullying to commence, now that they weren't Cheerios anymore.

"Yeah, Hummel. Spread the word; anyone hits on Quinn and they've got once angry superbitch Santana to deal with," Santana said bluntly. Quinn snorted. "What?" Santana demanded, looking at Quinn.

"You're cute."

"Pshaw, I'm not cute, I'm fucking badass."

"If you say so, cutie."

"Shut up."

Quinn giggled. "Make me!" That was the wrong thing to say to Santana, however, as the Latina did just that. She yanked the blonde closer by her tee and smashed their lips together. Just as Santana was about to snake her tongue into Quinn's mouth, they were interrupted by an indignant squawk from Kurt.

"Hey! Ladies! As much as any of the other guys here would enjoy that, I am gay and thus do not. Please keep the PDA to a minimal, for my sake as well as your own," Kurt said, a hand over his eyes.

"You know the bullying isn't going on a lot anymore, don't you? We're working on fixing the hierarchy around here, Kurt. You know that. Karofsky pulled his head out of his ass and is trying to fix things, right? That right there makes a difference. We don't have to worry about bullying," Quinn stated, matter-of-factly. "Besides. We may not be on the Cheerios anymore, but I'm still in charge around here and Santana's still my second. People don't dare mess with us."

Kurt shook his head but acquiesced, knowing the blonde was right. "I suppose so…But just in case, be on your guard, ladies. Every drug addict has a relapse at one point or another. No matter how long they've been clean." With that, he took his leave, heading towards his homeroom.

The rest of the day went by fairly easily. No one tossed insults their way, mostly just sticking to stares and whispers. The one person who dared make a remark loud enough to be heard was the Cheerio that replaced Quinn as head of the squad, a redhead by the name of Jill; Santana had taken care of her with a well-aimed punch to the nose. Soon enough, they were at Glee rehearsal.

It was silent in the room as the twelve members sat and waited for Mr. Schue to arrive. Santana and Quinn sat close together, making faces at each other. Brittany sat in the far left corner looking confused and hurt. Artie sat not too far from Brittany, sending her longing glances every now and then. Rachel sat beside Kurt, flipping through some sheet music, while the boy was filing his nails. Mercedes was smiling and exchanging texts with Sam, who was also grinning. Puck was sending what he thought were sexy looks to Lauren, receiving glares in return. Tina and Mike we making out noiselessly on the right side of the room.

No one expected what came next. Mr. Schue arrived (late, of course), but following behind him was no one else but Dave Karofsky.

"Hell to the naw!" Mercedes.

"What the fuck?" Puck.

"Not a chance." Sam.

"Mr. Schue—" Rachel.

"Now hold on, guys. Dave has something he wants to say!" Mr. Schue said. "Dave, the floor is yours."

Dave shuffled forward timidly, beginning to have second thoughts. "I…I just wanted to, uh…Apologize again. For everything. I know what I did was wrong, and…And I did it because I was insecure about some things." He looked to Kurt, locking eyes with him. The smaller boy smiled and nodded, tears filling his eyes. "And I wanted to ask if I could tell you guys something. I'd be giving you the power to tell everyone or keep it to yourselves. But…Someone told me that I shouldn't be afraid of this anymore, so if you'll let me, I'd like to say this." He looked towards the group and waited for their approval. One by one, starting with Santana, who knew already what he was about to say, the kids nodded. He took a deep breath before saying clearly, "I'm gay."

The reactions were mixed. There were smiles on Santana, Brittany, and Kurt's faces, glares coming from Finn, Puck, and Artie, and looks of surprise on everyone else's faces. Kurt jumped up from his seat and walked across the room before throwing his arms around Dave's wide frame and crushing him in a hug. Santana stood next and joined and soon enough there was a Glee Group hug, minus Finn, Puck, and Artie.

"I also wanted to ask if it's alright if I auditioned for Glee. I think it sort of seals the deal that I'm done being who I was," Dave said once everyone had returned to their seats, save for Kurt and Santana. Mr. Schue smiled, ignoring Finn's look of protest.

"Of course, Dave, take it away!"

Dave stepped over to Brad and muttered something in his ear. The piano man nodded and began to play as the burly boy returned to his spot.

"I found God, on the corner of First and Amistad…"

By the time to song was finished, everyone had tears in their eyes (some more than others). They were all surprised at how much emotion Dave could put in his deep, bass-y voice. Mr. Schue stood behind Karofsky with his jaw hanging.

"Welcome to the club, Dave."

The rest of rehearsal went by rather quickly. They taught the football player some of the steps to the number they were working on now before exiting all in good spirits. It seems music really could bring people together.

Once the halls were clear, Santana slammed Quinn against the lockers, her lips crashing against the blonde's. She felt the taller girl's hand tangle in her hand, the other one already beginning to roam up her shirt. When she felt Quinn's hand brush the bottom of her lacy bra, she darted back to the opposite side of the hallway, much to her girlfriend's disdain.

"San…" Quinn whined. "What the hell!"

Santana smirked. "You left me hanging earlier, babe. I told you you'd pay."

"Oh yeah?" Santana nodded. "How you gonna make me pay, then, baby? What are you gonna do?" Quinn stalked over to the Latina and pushed her until her back was against the lockers. She pinned her hands above her head and leaned in close. "What'cha gonna do, baby?"

Santana couldn't believe she was losing her own game, but with Quinn being all dominating like that? She was a goner. She bucked her hips into Quinn's already feeling the familiar fire spreading through her body.

"You want me to fuck you?" Quinn's voice was low and almost feral.

"God, yes, Q, fuck me now," Santana begged. "Por favor, baby, te necesito dentro de mí."

Quinn moaned and started grinding into Santana. "Say more stuff in Spanish, it's turning me on, so much, baby."

"Te estoy recibiendo todos Quinn húmeda,? Quiero sentir dentro de mi coño, nena," Santana whispered hotly in Quinn's ear before claiming her lips again, not waiting to dip her tongue into the blonde's mouth. Quinn nipped at Santana's lips, drawing a moan out of the shorter girl.

"San. Locker room. Now." Quinn murmured. Santana was eager to oblige, dragging her girlfriend down the hall at a fast pace to get to their destination. Once the door was locked behind them, Quinn was once again hitting the lockers with a loud bang, this time with a feisty Latina attached to her body. Quinn fought with her girlfriend's tank top for a moment before tearing the thin piece of cloth right off. Smirking, she tugged at the shorts, managing to get them off without a hitch.

"You're a little…Overdressed, Quinnie," Santana husks, pulling her own Cheerios shirt off the blonde and yanking the skinnies down. "There we go," she smirked and pressed herself against the pale girl, relishing in the feel of skin-on-skin contact. They fought for dominance a little longer before ending up in the showers naked and again attached to each other. Quinn moaned throatily as her hand made its way between Santana's legs, marveling at how wet she was even with the warm water spraying over them.

Hearing the Latina's whimpers for more, Quinn swiftly entered her with three fingers, not even waiting for her to adjust. She thrusted in and out with ease, Santana's moans growing louder and higher-pitched with each one. The palm of Quinn's hand was hitting her clit each time, and the blonde curled her fingers so that she was hitting the spot that made Santana see stars. Screaming Quinn's name, the darker girl felt her legs buckle and walls clamp down on Quinn's fingers as she came. She rested her head on the blonde's shoulder for a minute or two, catching her breath, before sliding down on her knees with a sly grin.

Santana hoisted one of Quinn's legs on her shoulder and traced her figure eights around her clit with her tongue. The blonde mewled in pleasure, rolling her hips into Santana's face. The tan-skinned girl dipped her tongue into Quinn's entrance before rapidly moving in and out with it, pushing it in as far as she could get it before pulling back out and repeating. Quinn tangles her hands in Santana's hair, pulling her closer to her center. It wasn't long before Quinn came hard in Santana's mouth. Smirking, Santana moved back up the blonde till she was standing straight up before kissing her deeply, allowing her girlfriend to taste herself on her lips. Panting and getting worked up again, Quinn moved her head to the side to whisper in Santana's ear.

"Let's go back to your place. We can continue there." She sucked on the Latina's earlobe for a moment before exiting the shower.

Santana stood there for a few minutes, collecting her bearings. "You coming, San, or do I have to take care of myself?" She heard Quinn call from where they had abandoned their clothes. She moved as fast as she could to dry off and put her clothes back on, because really, who can say no to that offer?

Spanish to English:

Adios: Goodbye

Hija: Daughter

Te amo: I love you

Si: Yes

Por favor, baby, te necesito dentro de mí: Please, baby, I need you inside of me

Te estoy recibiendo todos Quinn húmeda,? Quiero sentir dentro de mi coño, nena: Am I getting you all wet, Quinn? I want to feel you in my pussy, baby.