"This isn't working." She'd always known that Brittany was smart. Sometimes she wished she was as dumb as everyone thought she was.

"I know." Santana sighed. And that's how they broke up. It was mutual, they had both known it was coming.

"You're still my best friend, right?" Brittany stared at her, tears in her eyes.

"Of course." Santana pulled Brittany into a hug. "You'll always be my best friend, no matter what. And we'll still be room mates. Nothing can take away our friendship."

And it was true. Their friendship had been stronger than ever and when Brittany had leaned in and kissed her, she had kissed her back. They went back to their strictly physical friendship. Then Brittany started dating again. So they stopped.

That's when she became lonely. She went out a few times, with a few different girls. But none of them seemed to get her. They just wanted to hook up. She didn't know when, but somewhere down the road, she'd began wanting an actual relationship. But Santana figured that while she looked for Mrs. Right, she'd get some on the side. So, yeah, she screwed a few girls.

When Quinn showed up at her apartment, ranting about Puck being an asshole, Santana didn't know what to do. They had all known Puck was a womanizer, but Quinn had taken a chance on him because of something that happened years ago. They were completely incompatible, not that Santana would ever say anything to Quinn about it. She was trying to not be a total bitch now.

"I walked in on him with some... some whore! They didn't even notice me!" Quinn had buried her face in her hands. "Why do I always choose men who want other people? Finn wanted Rachel. Puck wants anything with a vagina, hell, even you only slept with me because you couldn't be with Brittany."

"Hey, that's not true!" Santana immediately denied.

"Yes, it is! You were making sad eyes at her all night and then when I came onto you, you went happily so you could get your mind off her."

"No, I went with you because I had been fantasizing about you since freshman year. I've wanted you since we were fifteen and you seemed like you wanted me that night, so I seized the moment and did something I've always wanted to do."

Quinn stared at her for a long moment, then she surged forward and attacked Santana's lips, kissing her for all she's worth. Santana moaned into the kiss, her hand tangling in blonde hair and pulling Quinn into her. They kissed for a few seconds before Santana tore her mouth away, panting. "What the fuck was that?"

Quinn, not one to be deterred from the task at hand, kissed Santana's neck. "Please, Santana. I need to feel wanted. I need you to make me feel wanted." She kissed Santana's cheek. "Brittany will never have to know."

Santana's mind only registered that Quinn had mentioned Brittany much later. Long after she had grabbed Quinn by the hips and pushed her backwards onto the bed, slipping her leg between Quinn's thigh and kissing her. Quinn groaned, rolling her hips up to meet Santana's thigh as Santana palmed her breast. Santana rolled her hips forward, meeting Quinn's thrusts with slow rolls of her hips, kissing Quinn's neck when the other girl broke their kiss for air.

"Santana!" Quinn gasps out. Grabbing her in for another kiss as Santana tried to remove the straps of her dress. Her kisses moved to a bare shoulder as her hands moved to the bottom of Quinn's sundress, pushing it up over slender hips, pushing down underwear before her finger slid over wet flesh. A moan escaped Quinn as fingers delve into her, slowly at first allowing her to adjust before Quinn groaned out "Faster!" And suddenly the were moving together pushing and pulling and thrusting. Quinn was moaning loudly with each thrust and holding onto Santana as if she was the only thing tethering her to the world.

Santana felt Quinn tighten around her fingers and suddenly Quinn's back was bowing off the bed gasping and shuddering and crying out Santana's name. Santana pulled her fingers out, wiping them on the sheets before stroking Quinn's cheek before kissing her again. Quinn moaned contentedly, smiling softly. Then Santana could see the panic set in. Quinn pushed her off, fixing her dress and pulling her panties back up before looking at Santana, fear in her eyes.

"We can't do this again. I was just- I-" Quinn suddenly turned and ran.

But it did happen again. At a party a few months later, Quinn pulled her into the bathroom before ravishing her with her mouth. This time, she didn't panic nearly as bad. She washed her face and walked out, latching onto Puck's arm and acting the Stepford Wife for the rest of the party while Santana danced with Brittany until they both went home.

Then it happened again this time it wasn't as fast. They almost took their time. Quinn lavished Santana's body with kisses before taking her over the edge. Santana waited for Quinn to panic and leave but when all she did was snuggle into Santana, nuzzling her neck, she flipped them over and decided to return the favor. When they were both sated, they sat in bed, Quinn curled into Santana's side. Santana drifted to sleep and when she woke, Quinn was nowhere to be found.

They continued that way for quite a while, their affair purely physical, Santana slowly wishing it was more. Their kisses turned from needy and lustful to slow and searching. What they were searching for she didn't know. She got her answer when one day, out of the blue, Quinn asked her out to lunch. Santana's heart skipped a beat. Did Quinn ask her out on a date? No, she shook her head. No this was probably Quinn's way of breaking it off with her.

She arrived at the small bistro, glancing around until she spotted Quinn who waved her over.

"Hey." Quinn said as Santana sat. "I'm glad you came." She was smiling warmly at Santana and Santana's heart flopped in her chest.

"Well, a free meal, why wouldn't I." Quinn chuckled.

"Who said it was free?" Quinn smirked at her. "You're going to pay me back eventually."

"Oh really? How's that?" Santana leaned forward.

"Oh you know..." Quinn paused, her finger tracing pattern on Santana's hand. "You'll just pay next time."

Santana did pay the next time and she was rewarded enthusiastically. She fell in love with Quinn Fabray a little at a time, with each passing glance at each other at a party and secret rendezvous and lunch date and girl's weekend. And suddenly she was completely in love with no way or desire out of it.