Author's Note: Wow! So many awesome reviews, thanks guys! I'm glad that everyone seemed to be happy with the way their first time as a couple went down. It's definitely motivation! You guys rock! Also sorry for the delay in this chapter, life has been insanely busy the past several days!

LalalaBlablabla: Ha, I'll use more Spanish pet names, I adore querida, but cariña is adorable as well. Of course mi amor will be there a time or two. I just love Spanish nicknames! Thanks for the input!

Ohnanagleek: Awe, I listened to it and that song is super sweet! I like it!

Tiny excerpt from Fuckin' Perfect by Pink. Characters are not mine!

And now, on with our story. ;)

Chapter 11

A groan was the first thing Santana heard when waking up the following morning. Her eyes fluttered open and all she could see was blonde. The girls had shifted in their sleep and Santana was spooning Quinn, her face buried in the blonde hair. She pulled back a little with a yawn and kissed the bare shoulder in front of her.

"Good morning beautiful." The brunette spoke into the blonde's ear softly, pulling her closer. "Did you sleep well?"

"Best night's sleep in forever." Quinn answered, and Santana could hear the smile, before admitting: "But now...I hurt."

"Is it your ankle? Do you need some medicine?" San asked her softly.

"My ankle, and my back. It gets like this sometimes, since the accident in high school." the blonde answered as she rolled over to face her girlfriend, trying to hide the wince from the action, then gently pecking her lips. "I'll be alright. I don't want to get addicted to those things."

"How about some regular medicine, Ibuprofen or Tylenol? It'll help a little at least." Santana suggested as she brushed Quinn's hair behind her ear.

"Okay. Yeah." Quinn agreed, watching as Santana got out of bed, gloriously nude. "You know, that's not fair."

"What isn't?" the Latina asked, looking back at Quinn as she got the medicine for her, a confused look on her face.

"How damn perfect you are. It's not fair for all of the other women." Quinn told her, with a grin, causing Santana to roll her eyes playfully, to try to hide the blush that she could feel creeping up. The myths were just that, myths. Ethnic people definitely can blush, it's just harder to notice sometimes.

"We all know that I have a bad ass body. But I wouldn't say it's not fair to others, because I work my ass off for it. They could too, if they wanted to." she finally replies, getting back in bed next to the blonde. "It doesn't really matter what they think anyway. The only opinion that matters to me is yours. Besides, all this," she gestures to herself, "Is off limits to everyone but you."

"Mmm, how on earth did I get so lucky?" Quinn smiled as she admired Santana again, then sighs and motions to herself. "Well, this is all yours, but it's broken, scarred, and been through hell."

"And it's perfect. I love every inch of you." Santana told her with no hesitation. "Now, take your ibuprofen, and lay on your tummy."

"Why?" Quinn asked as she reached for her bottle of water to take the medicine.

"Because I haven't had the chance to admire the back of you. Last night I got to memorize your front. Today, I will memorize your back...and help you feel better while I'm at it. Cariña, you are about to get the most amazing back massage you've ever had."

"Cariña? I really like when you call me Spanish nicknames. But I need to know what they mean." Quinn chuckled as she took the medicine, and put her water aside, turning on her tummy as instructed.

"Honey. That one means honey." Santana informed her, smiling. She got up from the bed and walked to her dresser, coming back with some lotion. "I don't have massage oils, so this will have to do." She told the blonde as she adjusted Quinn, placing her casted foot up on a pile of pillows to elevate it and relieve some of the pressure.

"I love it."

"And I love you." Santana told her as she carefully straddles Quinn's thighs, leaning down to kiss Quinn's temple before sitting back up. She put some lotion into her hand and rubbed them together, instead of putting the cold cream directly on the girls aching back. After applying a thin layer to the skin, she began to rub along the length of Quinn's back, slowly and carefully. It was as if she knew exactly where to put more pressure, and what areas to focus on.

"Mmm, that feels so good." Quinn basically moaned. "How'd you learn to do this so well?"

"I took a class, back when I was with Britt. She'd be achy sometimes after long days dancing, so I thought I'd learn, and help her feel better." San answered honestly, knowing that it wouldn't bother Quinn.

"That's sweet, babe. I really love sweet Santana."

"Don't go telling people, you know I have a reputation to maintain." the brunette chuckled.

"I wouldn't dare. I'd be afraid you'd stop." Quinn says with a light laugh of her own.

"Nah, I wouldn't stop. I like spoiling my lady." Santana replied with a smile, placing a small kiss between Quinn's shoulder blades, then dropping several more down her spine, grinning against the pale skin when she felt the goosebumps form under her lips.

Once again, she reaches a scar, and just like before, she kisses it, and traces it's outline with her finger. "So beautiful."

"San, please stop?" Quinn asked suddenly, causing the brunette to look up at her.

"Stop what, Q?" she asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"Stop saying they are beautiful. I know they aren't." Quinn answered softly.

"They are. To me. Quinn, you know I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. That's not who I am."

"They are hideous."

"No, that Ryan Seacrest tattoo was hideous. Thank God you got that shit covered up. The sunflower is much better." Santana told her, earning a chuckle in response.

"That's definitely true." Quinn agreed.

"Mhmm, see, I won't lie to you to make you feel better, I never have and I never will." Santana assured the blonde as she moved to lay next to her, her hand still moving along her back gently. "I really do think they are beautiful. They remind me of all the shit that you went through to become the incredible woman that you are today."

"How is it that you always know just what to say to make me feel better?" Quinn asked as she rolled to face the brunette again.

"It's a gift." San shrugged as she smiled and pulled Quinn into her arms. "So, are you feeling any better? Pain wise I mean?"

"I am. Thank you, baby." Quinn replied as she melted into her girlfriend.

"Cualquier cosa por ti, mi amor." she replied, then translated after getting a confused look. "Anything for you, my love."

"Have I mentioned how sexy it is when you speak Spanish?" Quinn grinned in response.

"Once or twice." Santana chuckled as she leaned in, kissing Quinn lovingly.

The next few days were nothing short of bliss for the girls. There was the occasional bad morning for Quinn, which is when she usually seemed to be in the most pain. Santana would do her best to make her more comfortable when that happened, and was doing a pretty good job of it judging by Quinn's praises and thanks.

Then the morning of the lunch meeting with their lawyer came. Quinn was anxious, tossing and turning throughout most of the night before. Santana did what she could to calm her down, and finally at about 2 a.m. the blonde fell into a restless sleep in her arms.

Both were tired, but knew how important the day was, so when the alarm went off, they got up without too much fuss, and went about getting ready. Santana made sure to help Quinn get dressed first, and then wheeled her to the bathroom where she could use the tall, full body mirror she had set up, to do her own hair and makeup.

A few moments later, the Latina walked back into the bathroom with her, fully dressed in black dress pants, a crisp white blouse, and a black blazer with white trim. She was stunning, her hair was down, straight and flowing past her shoulders; and she hadn't even done her makeup yet.

"Close your mouth there, Q. Don't want you drooling over that sexy new dress you bought now do we?" she winked when she caught the blonde staring at her.

"You look so damn hot." Quinn complimented. "Seriously...wow."

"Thanks babe." Santana smiles as she applied her makeup. "You look pretty damn sexy yourself."

The blonde smiled. She was wearing a plain black sleeveless dress with a white cardigan over-top of it. It was form fitting, and came to mid-thigh. Sure, she was in a wheelchair, but Santana had helped her get it on and saw her on the crutches, standing up in the dress. Her hair was also down, but pinned at the sides with barrettes to keep it out of her face. Her makeup was light and natural, apart from her red lipstick.

"You wanna try to walk today? Or would you want the chair?" Santana asked her when she finished applying her makeup. Quinn had been using the crutches a lot more lately around the house, except for those bad mornings.

"I think I'll walk. But we can put the chair in the car just in case I need it later." Quinn replied as she wheeled herself to the living room, with Santana close behind her.

"Sure. No problem." Santana smiled as she grabbed her purse and Quinn's, knowing that it would be hard for her to carry it while walking on the crutches. "Do you have everything you need in here?"

"Yeah, I do babe. I'm ready when you are." Quinn answered as she got up from the chair and put her weight on the crutches.

Santana nods and opens the door for her, bringing the wheelchair along with them to put in the car. As Quinn waited by the elevator, she locked the apartment, and then followed the blonde. She noticed the nervous way her girlfriend was standing, tapping her fingers on the crutches as she leaned against the side of the elevator.

"Q, it's gonna be alright. We got one of the best domestic violence lawyers in New York. We've got this. No problem." Santana reassured her, rubbing her arm, as the elevator came to a stop on the ground level, allowing the girls to get out and head to Santana's car.

Quinn gets into the passenger side as Santana puts the wheelchair in the back, before getting in the driver's side and putting on her sunglasses and seat belt. Once they are both fastened in and ready, Santana pulls out of the apartment's parking area and starts driving to the cafe where they are to meet Mrs. Logan.

The blonde started messing with the radio, flipping through the stations until she found one that suited her. Santana smiled as the familiar song came on and began to sing the words to the chorus, glancing at Quinn.

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me

Quinn smiled as she looked at Santana, reaching her hand out to lace with the brunettes, kissing her knuckles softly as she finishes singing.

"I love you San."

"I love you too querida." San smiled, as she pulled up to a stoplight, reaching over for a soft kiss. "I love you so much."

The light turned green and Santana turned her attention back to the road, singing along with Quinn to some other songs along the journey to the cafe. After bout 15 minutes, the couple arrived at the cafe. Santana helped Quinn out of the car, and handed her the crutches, only to be met with the blonde's soft lips pressed to her own for just a brief couple of seconds. She smiled when Quinn pulled away, and locked the car, then followed her inside.

"There's Mrs. Logan." Quinn told her as she nodded her head in the direction of an older, dark skinned woman in her fifties or so. The woman looked up and smiled as she stood up at the girls' presence.

"Good afternoon ladies. Please, have a seat." Mrs. Logan told them politely, shaking their hands and sitting back down herself.

Santana helped Quinn sit down, taking her crutches and propping them against the wall next to her.

"Good afternoon Mrs. Logan." Quinn responded as she sat down, her professional voice replacing her usual tone.

"Good afternoon. Thank you for taking my case as well ma'am." Santana added to her greeting.

"Of course, no problem whatsoever Ms. Lopez. This is why I specialize in these cases, so that I can help get scum like him off the streets." Mrs. Logan replied, her tone of voice serious. As the waitress came over to taker their orders, she started getting out her documents to go over with the women seated across from her.

"We have enough evidence thanks to the two of you, and witnesses, to put him away for a very long time. The charges we are going to request to be filed against him in court are multiple counts of assault and battery to Miss Fabray, multiple counts of emotional abuse, and multiple counts of rape and attempted rape, as well as charges for having and using mind altering drugs on Miss Fabray." Santana places her hand on Quinn's, which are in the blonde's lap for reassurance. "We are also going to charge him with assault and battery to Miss Lopez."

"We plan to request from the judge that he get the maximum prison time for his multiple infractions. We are also going to sue him for the cost of the medical bills, emotional trauma, and for the financial losses that you have endured due to missing work from his actions, this is for the both of you; as Miss Lopez has become your primary caregiver at home. Miss Fabray, you will be compensated appropriately, and then some. By the time we get through with him, there will be nothing left of his company, and you will be set for a few years to come." Mrs. Logan finished as she took a drink of her coffee which arrived as she was going over the information.

"Mrs. Logan, thank you. For making sure that Quinn is taken care of." Santana tells her, with a small smile. "For making sure that she won't have to deal with him anymore."

"Yes, thank you, Mrs. Logan. I don't want to have to put Santana in the situation of having to deal with him again, or take care of me to this extent." Quinn added.

"You know I don't mind taking care of you." Santana whispers in her ear when Mrs. Logan is looking down at the paperwork.

" I know. I just want us to be able to move past this." Quinn assured her, squeezing her hand.

"Well, ladies, I must get back to the office. Thank you for meeting with me today. Have a good afternoon, and I will see you tomorrow morning. Please arrive to the courthouse a half an hour early."

"Yes ma'am." Quinn replied, before starting to stand, to shake her hand. After Mrs. Logan told her to sit back down, she went and paid for her meal, as well as what the girls ordered, and left the cafe.

"See, Q. I knew she'd take care of you." Santana told her, leaning over and pressing her lips to the blonde's temple.

"No, she's taking care of us. I'm glad that she is going to have you compensated for missing work. It makes me feel a bit better about it."

"I already told you, it's fine. Don't worry about that, okay? I'm glad that you are getting it, since your stupid job let you go for missing work over this."

"It was just a part time internship, San. I can find somewhere else, somewhere better."

"Regardless, it'll be taken care of. Anyway, let's go home."

"Yeah. Lets." Quinn agreed, smiling at the brunette, who helped her up from the table and out to the car.