Thank you for the reviews and the favorites. The more feedback I get, the more I want to write. In response to some of the reviews:
AngieMG: Of course he has no ground to stand on. But we must keep in mind that he is only human and as such, he feels anger and betrayal. Quinn has betrayed him and yes, he understands that he has cheated too, but in his mind, a long lasting affair with one of his best friends is worse than multiple one night stands.
Guest reviewer: She knows that Puck's weakness is that he has no control over his libido. She also knows that she wants to leave him because she has fallen in love with Santana. His weakness is why she started the affair, not why she left him.
And because last chapter was so dramatic, here is some gratuitous smut!
They spent four blissful days together. Each kiss was sweeter than the last. Each touch seemed to burn hotter and their love making had never been so satisfying. The first time they had slept together they had both been drunk at Mr. Schuester's non-wedding, yet Santana had still left Quinn breathless. Now, when they made love it was almost too much. She chuckles. It would never be too much.
It would never be too much, because it would never be enough. Quinn found that she wanted Santana more now than she ever had when they were sneaking around. Every time Santana looked at her with her dark eyes, smiling that perfect smile with those cute dimples and told her she loved her, it took all of Quinn's control not to rip her clothes off and take her to bed.
Although, sometimes that's exactly what they did. Sometimes they didn't make it to the bedroom. They would use whatever was closest.
Quinn smiled as she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist, lips at her neck softly kissing a path up and down. Quinn hummed affectionately before turning to connect their lips. It was a slow, satisfied kiss. One that was not rushed or secret; they felt no need to deepen it. It was a kiss between lovers, full of nothing but the intention to show each other their feelings.
Eventually, Santana being who she was, decided she needed more, the kiss beginning to stoke her passion and slightly deepened the kiss. Quinn moaned slightly, her fingers tangling in raven hair. They shifted so Quinn was facing Santana.
Santana lifted Quinn's shirt over her head, lips attacking the revealed flesh as soon as possible.
"God." Quinn moaned.
She was loving what Santana was doing to her. Nipping at the flesh of her left breast while gently massaging the right one. Her tongue flicked out over the nipple, once, then rapidly for a moment, before taking it between her lips and suckling and releasing. Quinn's head was thrown back in ecstasy.
"Santana will do just fine." She slid Quinn's pajama pants down, her fingers skimming down long, smooth legs. "God, have I ever told you how much I love your legs?"
"Mmm. I don't think so." Santana was kissing her stomach, delicate open mouthed kisses that left Quinn's stomach quivering.
"I used to check you out all the time in your Cheerio's uniform and your skank outfit." She dragged her tongue over Quinn's quivering abs. "And those sundresses. They drove me crazy."
"San…" Quinn's voice was breathy, her breath coming in little pants. "I need you." She whimpered, leaning back against the counter, whatever she was doing long forgotten.
"Where do you need me, baby?" Santana let one finger run over Quinn's center, barely delving in, barely brushing the bud. "Here?"
"Mhmm." Quinn moaned as Santana brushed over her clit again, barely any pressure being applied.
Santana put more pressure on her clit, rubbing in slow circles. "You feel so fucking good. Mmmm. And you taste even better. I can't wait to have my mouth on you, baby."
"F-Fuck!" Quinn whimpered. "Yes! Use your mouth. I love your mouth."
Santana replaced her finger with her tongue, moving her finger lower to push in to Quinn's slick channel. Her tongue lathed over Quinn's clit, flicking rapidly then sucking as her finger slid slowly in and out. As Quinn's moans became louder, Santana added another finger and began moving her hand faster, thrusting in and out as she flicked Quinn's clit.
"Yes!" Quinn had no thoughts going through her brain that didn't involve Santana's tongue or fingers. She was growing more frantic as her orgasm neared and her voice was getting louder. "Fuck! Oh! Fuck! Fuck!"
The sensation built to its climax. Her abs tightened; euphoria flooded her system; her nails dug into Santana's shoulder; she screamed something, she wasn't sure what.
Quinn's pretty sure she blacked out because next thing she knew, Santana was chuckling into her ear, "Again, Santana will do just fine. Although I do appreciate the comparison."
Thank you and good night.