Quinn pulled herself up on the counter as Santana chopped vegetables. Carlos was lounging in the living room so they were being careful to maintain their distance from one another.
"San?" Quinn asked.
"Yeah?" Santana asked, as she looked up from the cutting board.
"What are you going to do about Brittany?" She asked timidly. "I don't know." Santana sighed, "I've been trying not to think about it."
"Me too." Quinn replied, "I don't know what to feel about us." she admitted, as she looked at the ground. The entire courtship had been pushed by the blonde, so seeing her skeptical made the Latina unnerved.
"Yeah." Santana sighed once more. She stopped chopping and moved in-between the girls knees. "I like you, allot. "
"I like you too." Quinn said in return.
"We'll figure it out." She stated, but then quickly pushed away when she heard Carlos walking towards the kitchen.
"What are you making?" He asked, stealing a carrot slice off the cutting board.
"Salad." Santana replied, "I was gonna cook some chicken if you wanted. It's too hot for anything else."
"I was actually going to go out with Mike and Peter tonight to catch the game."
"Way to tell me. Carlos, we've talked about this; you need to tell me when your not going to be home because then I won't waste my time cooking." Santana said, as she stopped chopping and put her hands on her hips.
"Chill, San." Carlos exclaimed, as he grabbed his keys off the counter. Santana slid against the counter as he shut the door, "Why do I even bother?" she sighed. Quinn hopped off the counter and wrapped her arms around the other girl, the blonde pressed her lips at the base of the Latina's neck.
"Because you're amazing." Quinn answered her. She could feel the smaller girl sigh in her arms. "Let's finish cooking and just relax tonight, okay?" Santana nodded.
After they finished dinner they decided to curl up in the bedroom. Lima was under the throws of a heat wave and the Lopez's didn't have air-conditioning, so the girls changed into shorts and tank-tops before settling on the futon. Quinn laid her head in Santana's lap and smiled as the Latina tangled her fingers in blonde hair.
"Can I ask you a question?" Quinn asked, looking up at Santana. When the other girl nodded she continued. "You never mention your dad. Neither does your mom or brother."
"Yeah, well." Santana sighs, "I haven't spent allot of time with him since I was little. He's in the army and he likes it, more than his family most of the time."
"Why don't you live on a base somewhere then?"
"Because, that would force my parents to be together around his co-workers."
"I don't understand."
"My father won't allow us to live on base because he doesn't want anyone to be able to see let alone hear when he and my mother fight. He doesn't want her to be able to interact with the other wives."
"Why not."
"She's not smart enough to hide the bruises."
"Santana..." Quinn gasped, never realizing that had been going on in her best friends house. "I never knew."
"It's fine. He's never home, so we don't have to deal too often. Except, the more time Carlos spends with him overseas the more like him he becomes." Santana replied, her hand stopping moving in the girls hair. Quinn sat up and looked pointedly at her. "What."
"Have they ever touched you?" Quinn hesitated, not quite sure if she should cross this line with the notedly closed off girl.
"Nothing ever too bad. I've always just tried to blend in." Santana answered, she laced their fingers together. "Don't worry about me, Quinn."
"I have to." The blonde whispered, pressing her lips against the tanned girls palm.
"Why?" Santana whispered back, her eyes locking with Quinn's.
"Because, someone has too." Quinn leaned in and pressed her lips against the other girls. Santana wrapped her arms around the girls neck and moved so she could sit astride the girls hips. Quinn gasped into the contact and flicked her tongue into Santana's mouth, as she pressed their bodies closer together. Santana's hands pushed up the girls tank top, stroking her sides as she rolled her hips. Pale hands ventured up tanned thighs teasing against the girls core.
"Fuck." Santana whimpered into Quinn's neck, her lips placing kisses against her skin.
"You feel so good." Quinn whispered, pushing the girls underwear aside and sliding into her. Santana's back arched and she tilted her head back at the invasion. "Just let go." Quinn urged as she skilfully pressed into Santana over and over again, memorizing ever gasp and shudder before her release. The blonde cradled the shaking latina in her arms as she came down from her high, she pressed feather light kisses to her temple and lips. "Your so beautiful."
"Quinn." Santana stammered her body still wracked with aftershocks. She just held on tighter to the blonde girl, because neither of them knew what lie ahead for them once Brittany came home the following day.
(A/N: Sorry updating has been late, but I'm crazy busy and heading on a two week trip that I will not be able to update during. I will be back and finish asap!)