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Chapter 4

Quinn Fabray was happy for the first time in her life. She had the greatest friends, the best grades, and the best girlfriend in the whole wide world.

She never thought that she of all people would get the chance to date the one and only Santana Lopez. The girl had quickly gained a reputation of being able to get any girl she wanted and often did without a second thought. That's why she was so hesitant to even talk to the Latina let alone go out on her date with her.

She didn't need anyone to tell her how she was different from Santana's usual girlfriends. For one she could read, two, she actually went to college for education purposes instead to party, for three, she wasn't a sorority sister or a cheerleader.

She was just a simple blonde with overbearing parents from a small town where most of the people she went to high school with were now working in the local factory or as a mechanic.

All those people who said that she wasn't Santana's type were wrong. She and Santana had been dating for two year about to be three. So obviously those people who said that Santana was using her and their relationship would hardly last a week were wrong. Desperately wrong.

She knew that Santana was the one. The one she would have kids with and raise them in their perfect suburban home with a dog name Max. The one she would grow up with and reminisce about their younger days as they spoilt their grandchildren.

Not ever her super religious parents could change her mind. That's why when they threaten to cut her off if she continued to date Santana she did so. She did it without batting an eyelash, because to her Santana was worth it.

Besides her dad was to busy at work to take a notice at her and her Mom was usually to drunk too even take care of herself let alone her only daughter. So it wasn't that much a stretch if they cut her off.

Of course her parents would always be her parents, but they were never much more than that. Plus she had gotten a full ride to college so she wasn't worried about paying for school or food.

She did all those things because she loved Santana and she knew the Latina loved her. So she gave up her family for the love her life.

Or what she thought was the love of her life.

She skipped her morning class wanting to surprise to her girlfriend. It was their two year and six month anniversary and though that didn't seem kind of crazy to celebrate she still wanted to.

Santana was always busy going to classes and studying at night that it was often rare that they got to spend a day let alone six hours together without her having to run off to class or to the library.

It was hard being a college student and still keeps up a steady loving relationship all the while keeping up your grades. So she wanted to surprise her girlfriend with a romantic dinner.

Of course it was kind of early, but she wanted to make Santana's favorite dishes and that involved a couple of hours of prep-work if she wanted it to come out right or at least edible.

Another thing that changes about her that she was more of domestic person. Sure she wasn't a hard party animal that loved to get drunk and make out with every person she came across of, but she still loved the occasional get together. Especially when she was finally able to stretch her wings in college instead of being confine to the chaperone parties her church used to throw.

Now she loved to stay at home and cook and was practically glued to the food channel wanting to make the most delicious food for Santana. She wanted to be the best wife for the girl and though Santana was rarely home to try her recipes she still wanted to be sure that if she was that it would be the best thing she ever put in her mouth.

Except her.

One of the most noticeable changes Santana had caused was her sex life. Growing up in a religious household she always thought she could only have sex one way and one way only.

Her parents had always told her to save herself for the right person, but that was hard when everyone around her was either doing or talking about sex, but she stayed true. She didn't have sex until the night of her high school prom.

Though it was her first time it wasn't very special. The guy was nice enough to rent a hotel instead of lowering the seats in his car like some guys she knew did. He even bought champagne and promised not to hurt her, but it was still not that great.

For one, the boy had climax after a minute of them being 'together', and had left her wet and yearning for something to happen. She thought that he would at least catch his breath and then they would do it again hopefully for longer, but she was sadly mistaken. He had fallen asleep and didn't wake up till four hours later, and she was already ten minutes late for her curfew.

Not only was that one of the worst sexual experiences she also got grounded for a month straight thanks to her missing her curfew.

Though that was her first time at sex it wasn't her last. Once she got into college she started to experiment in learned things about her body that she never thought could do or feel.

But she had never felt anything like Santana Lopez.

She had heard about the girls extra appendage and how it could dull out the most pleasure anyone could ever feel in their lives. She was of course skeptical until she actually got to feel what Santana and her very large friend could do.

After there first time it wasn't long until they had their second time. In fact it was only a couple of minutes after there first time, and they made sure to keep it. Whenever they could they had sex and Quinn loved every second of it.

Santana had changed everything about her and she loved every single second of her life, and had never regretted anything. Until now.

Now she stood in front of one of her closest friend's bedroom door listening to him and her girlfriend arguing about being a sex addict.

At first she thought that they were talking about Puck because he did have a habit for sleeping with a lot of girls. She desperately wanted them to talking about Puck or at least someone they knew.

But they weren't.

They were talking, no, yelling about Santana being a sex addict and sleeping with girl after girl. They were yelling about Santana constantly cheating on her.

She felt sick. Her stomach dropped and before she knew it she was in their bathroom throwing up what was left of her breakfast.

"Oh god" she gasped trying not to sob. Santana was supposed to be her one. The one she would grow old with. The one she would have kids with and raise them in the perfect suburban home with a dog name Max.

"Oh god" she cried finally giving in and letting the sobs wrack her body. Their perfect life was quickly changing. There was no perfect house or family. Santana had cheated on her, and from what she heard it wasn't the first time.

Her hands gripped tightly around the porcelain ring as she desperately tried to hold on to something in her life.

She didn't know how long she sat and cried her eyes, but she knew it couldn't be for that long because Santana had walked out Pucks room slamming the door behind her. She was obviously pissed, but she didn't care.

She had to know. She had to know if everything they had was a lie. Some façade the Latina used just to have a warm body to come home to. She needed to know if the love of her life cheated on her. She needed to know if the love of her life cheated on her more than once. She needs to know if the love of her didn't love her at all.

"Do you?" She asked.

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I know some of you are worried about this being Quintana story, but trust me its not. This is just the beginning and I promise that Brittana is endgame. I just don't know if it's going to be a good end or a bad one.