A/N: Thanks for all the suggestions. :) I'm going to use a few, and you'll see which ones eventually.

Also.. can I say, BRITTANA SEX TAPE. That is all.

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Chapter 22

Okay, I'm going to admit it. Quinn's obsession with creepy shit is totally weird and unnerving, but it's worth it to sit through just to see the ecstatic look on her face.

"Santana, this is awesome," Quinn told me with a giant grin. It made me grin back at her a little self-effacingly. I felt a warm flush creep over my body to know that I had done something right for once.

Seeing how there's absolutely nothing to do in this neck of the woods, for Halloween, they throw up all these hay rides and mazes and even an obstacle course where you get chased by men with hockey masks and chainsaws. I had bought Quinn and I tickets to one of the events, called the Hex House, even though I knew I'd probably need a Xanax and a shot of vodka at the end of it. I was saving that surprise for later, though.

We were currently snuggled together in the back of a buggy, a man in ripped and torn clothes sitting in the front, directing the giant black horse along a course that dropped down fake skeletons and spider webs at you. I only jumped about five times and squealed, snuggling into her, hiding my face against her shoulder. She laughed at me and patted the back of my head soothingly.

"Yeah well, you're welcome, Blondie," I told her with my lips against her shoulder. The buggy jerked and rattled along the dirt road, and the sky was turning a velvety black.

"Best Halloween ever," Quinn told me. I was glad.

"I'd still rather be getting drunk at somebody's house in a skimpy nurse outfit." I told her, peeking upwards. So far, nothing else had jumped out at us, but I was still wary.

Quinn chuckled. "That's typical of you."

I glowered. Until now, it had been typical of Quinn, too – except the getting drunk and skimpy outfits part. Quinn always came to the parties, though.

When the ride ended, Quinn jumped down and then held a hand out to me. I grasped it and slid out of the buggy gratefully, using my palms to dust off my jeans. I was wearing dark skinny jeans with strategic rips in them, a tight purple t-shirt with a black vest over it. It squeezed and hugged my midsection tightly, displaying my boobs perfectly. I was a little proud of the way my cleavage threatened to burst out of the v-neck hem. I wore my hair down and loose in dark curls, and had taken careful consideration with my makeup.

I didn't tell Quinn, but I wanted to do something special for her. It was working out pretty great – I mean, her face was practically glowing with sheer joy. I didn't understand why she got her kicks from dead things and spooky shit, but whatever, if it floats your boat. She was wearing a long-sleeved peasant top with snug jeans and brown boots, and she'd finally dyed her hair back blonde. She grabbed my hand and tugged me towards a maze made out of huge hay walls.

The man taking tickets in front of it was dressed like a vampire, and I eyed him warily. I didn't trust adults who dressed up on Halloween, even if it was for a job like this one. They just seemed weird.

"Haven't you ever seen any of those movies about Jason or Mike Myers?" I asked Quinn as she pulled me into the maze. "They all begin like this. Two teenage girls, alone, walking through some creepy maze.." I blanched when I heard someone ahead of us scream.

Quinn smirked at me. "Santana, this isn't even that scary. I mean, it's all fake blood and plastic spiders." As if to prove her point, she reached out and picked up a rubbery tarantula. I still shuddered.

"Well, do you want to go to a haunted house later?" I asked her casually.

Quinn looked at me. "Is it really haunted?"

I shrugged, trying to hide my excitement. I wanted to scare Quinn, and wondered if the prospect of going to the Hex House would do it for her – if I didn't warn her that it was a setup. "Yeah, I heard some of the other kids talking about it.. like it's supposed to be really haunted."

Quinn was looking at me like I had the knowledge of how to live forever or something, and it kinda weirded me out. "All right, sheesh," I said, rounding a corner and biting back a yelp at the image of a mummy propped up in the corner. My heart was beating rapidly in my ribcage. "God. We can go."

Quinn grinned at me and squeezed my hand in hers. "Look, up there! Let's go play with the brains."

I groaned but let her pull me forward.

All right, so. That Hex House thing? Not a good idea. It totally backfired. Not only had Quinn not been impressed with my 'it's just got a lot of traffic today' excuse for all the cars surrounding it, but she didn't buy the fact that it was haunted. Also, as soon as we were turned loose inside of it, I wanted to shit myself.

See, it was a giant, three-story house with boarded up windows and creepy, creaky floorboards. The place had been turned into a ruin, with layers of dust on the furniture and broken mirrors littering the walls. Quinn had wandered away from me to examine some of the antiques, and I was staring around cautiously, hoping that nothing scary was going to pop out at me, when – bam! A closet door swung open and I didn't even have time to see what was inside of it before I bolted, running through the living room, into the kitchen – which was decorated to look like the scene of a murder, with three dead bodies on the floor and blood spattered everywhere – and out the back door, back outside. My heart was pounding in my throat and a tense sweat had broken out all over my body. I turned around and stared at the open kitchen door, debating on going back inside to find Quinn, when a shriek coming from the cornfield out back had me turning to stare, aghast, at a figure wielding an axe who lumbered towards me.

"Oh my fucking god," I breathed, and ran towards my parked car. I slammed the door open and locked myself inside, confined with only the sounds of my own ragged breathing and the overwhelmingly lightheaded feeling I had that made me feel like I was on the verge of a panic attack.

I didn't know how much time had passed before I heard someone rapping on my car window, but I jumped, repressing a scream. Quinn's face, set in a mask of amusement, looked down at me. I slowly rolled down the window and just squinted at her.

"Santana, you wasted your money on this," She told me flatly. "I mean, you spent like what, five minutes in there?"

I didn't care. I used my palm to rub at my chest, the place directly above my heart, because it hurt from it beating so furiously against my ribcage. "Yeah well. Anything for you, Blondie." I tried to sound casual, but it came out breathy and winded, because I still hadn't calmed down.

Quinn's face softened, and she threw me a small smile, before she rounded the car and climbed into the passenger seat. "I enjoyed it, the bit of it I saw."

I glowered up at the giant house, darkly silhouetted against the night sky. "Why don't you go back inside and look at everything?"

Quinn stifled a small laugh. "I mean, I would," I turned to look at her, narrowing my eyes. "But you might get scared out here in the car all by yourself.."

I scowled at her. "Don't make fun of me, Quinn." I did feel silly. I mean, these kinds of things are totally lame. They shouldn't scare me.

"It's just.." Quinn was chuckling now. "I mean, you're so tough," She was chewing on the corners of her mouth, trying to hold back the laughter. "You have razorblades in your hair." She broke down in gales of laughter, and I just glared at her.

"Quinn, those are psychopathic people with axes and chainsaws," I said to her, seriously. "How am I supposed to stand up against them?"

Quinn sucked in air, trying to catch her breath, though her face had turned red. "They're not going to actually hurt you," She choked out.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, Quinn." I turned the key in the ignition, my car rumbling to life. Flicking on the headlights, I screamed at the figure standing directly in front of my car. It was an old man in overalls, and he looked like his face had been chopped in half, and blood and brains soaked his clothes.

Quinn broke down laughing again.

"Where are we going now?" Quinn asked beside me. It had been fun to drive her around all night, to see her face light up every time she realized what the next destination was. I was inexplicably happy that she let me do this for her, and was reacting with such genuine warmth. Even though I felt weak and shaky from all the times I'd screamed and my head kind of hurt from the constant adrenaline and fear hormones, but, you know. It was worth it.

We were driving along a secluded back road, and even though I should have been totally creeped out, I wasn't, because the next place we were going was going to be Quinn's favorite. Before long, we turned down a narrow side street, passed a winding iron gate.

"A graveyard?" Quinn looked at me curiously. I bit back a smile and just shrugged.

Luckily for us, this one was really small and didn't have a groundskeeper that stayed on overnight. It was worn out, lots of the headstones crumbling and overgrown with weeds. I drove along the bumpy, winding road, pulling up beside a small building composed of granite.

Quinn's eyes were huge as we got out of the car. "Can we even be here right now?"

I shrugged. "Live a little dangerously, Q," I smirked. I was glad to be the one with the upper hand again. I walked over towards the rusty door of the mausoleum and jiggled the handle. I'd rigged it so that it would open without me having to kick it in.

Quinn came up beside me and glanced over my shoulder, frowning into the dark building. I just smiled at her, and used my cell phone as a flashlight, tiptoeing inside.

Quickly, I fished a lighter out of my jeans pockets, and began lighting the candles I'd placed all over. It smelled cold and dusty inside, but not gross, like you'd think a place where they kept dead people would. Eventually, the candles cast a flickering light over the place, revealing the tombstones and sleek marble walls.

"Oh my god, Santana," Quinn gasped. I turned to look at her, but she wasn't staring at the headstones or the carvings of the building, she was looking down at the pile of blankets I'd left there earlier.

I shrugged, walking across the room to light the candles on the other side.

"This is really.. sweet." Quinn said uneasily, stepping inside and pulling the door closed behind her. "Like a morbid Valentine's day."

I smiled at her. "Yeah, for real." I walked to the other side of the room and began lighting the candles there as well.

I pulled out the blankets and made a pallet, and then fished around behind one of the carvings and pulled out a bottle of wine. "See? I went all out." I flashed her a grin.

Quinn seemed nervous. She sat down, folding her legs beneath her, and then just looked at me as I popped the cork on the wine. "Why are you doing this?" Her voice was bland and pointed.

It made my face heat up, and it made it hard to look at her. "Just, you know. Whatever." I shrugged, trying to fend off the soft way her eyes looked at me and the questions on her face.

Quinn pressed her lips together and took the bottle from me, soundlessly, tipping it back to drink out of the neck. After a swig, she passed it back to me, and I took a gulp. We sat there in silence for a while, and the tension was mounting quickly.

Before I lost my nerve, I shifted, leaning forward to press a kiss against her mouth. I felt the familiar tug of longing slide down my body the second our lips connected, and it made my heart beat loudly in my chest. Her lips tasted like wine at first, but after a moment the flavor faded into one that was just essentially Quinn. A little sound vibrated in the back of her throat, tickling our mouths and lips, and it made me press harder into her, more desperately. I used my fingers to cradle her neck, massaging the skin there.

I felt my skin heat up by degrees, the longer we kissed. It was hard to breathe but I didn't want to break away, and by the time we did, we both were gasping. Quinn's eyes were heavy and glossy in the candlelight, her lips puffy and bruised. I leaned forward to press firm, full kisses against her face, on her cheekbones and her jaw, beneath her ear, on her eyelids. Quinn shivered.

Slowly, almost as if we were underwater, I slid my hand underneath her shirt, and then drew it upwards. I kept my eyes glued to Quinn's, trying to read the emotion that welled up there. I couldn't. At least, I didn't allow myself to. Quinn didn't struggle with me as I slid her shirt off, she just watched me patiently. My hands shook slightly when I pressed my palms against her ribs, using my thumbs and fingers to caress her.

We still didn't break eye contact. It should have been unnerving, but it just made a thick, heavy emotion swell in my chest and make me feel like I was drowning. Fumbling slightly, I leaned towards her and around her to unsnap her bra. Quinn pressed forward and nuzzled her lips against the crook of my neck, igniting white hot heat that ran up and down my body. My stomach clenched, and I had to swallow.

"Lay down," I whispered to her, drawing back and discarding her bra. I wanted to look at her forever, the way the golden light played against her skin, making her seem like a figment from a dream. Quinn shook her head, slightly, and without saying anything began unbuttoning my vest.

I let her undress me, my eyes flickering down to watch the way her fingers moved around the buttons. My gaze wandered back up to her face, watching, as she freed me from the vest and slid it down my shoulders. She glanced at me, once, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, before she pulled the thin t-shirt up.

I reached around and undid my own bra, sliding it down and then tossing it aside. I could feel Quinn's eyes soaking me up, looking me up and down. Swallowing, I stood up, unzipping my jeans and drawing them downwards as well. Quinn's eyes widened briefly at the sight and I smirked, feeling a little bit more confident. I kicked my jeans aside and then crawled forward to straddle Quinn, who was still sitting on her knees.

Reflexively, she put wrapped an arm around the small of my back, the other drifting upwards to graze the side of my jaw and tangle in my hair. I dove into kissing her, sucking on her lips and tongue, the sharp, tangy scent of the candles burning my nose and lungs. My nails scratched up and down her bare back, gently, because I was trying to keep my attention away from myself. I didn't want to get lost in the way Quinn was rubbing her hand over my ass, or the way her tongue was slipping and sliding against mine. I had to focus. That was really hard to do, especially because I could feel my underwear sticking against me already, and we hadn't even done anything other than kiss for a few minutes.

But it was something else, too. It was the way that, when I pulled back, I looked down at her eyes and they were full of me. Her pupils were huge and I felt like I could drown in them. I ducked my head to begin kissing along the satiny curve of her neck, and Quinn angled her head, obliging. When she let out a throaty moan, something inside me coiled, hot with tension and longing.

Quinn was squirming beneath me, and my hands roamed down her bare arms, trailing up and down with light touches. I rubbed my mouth against her throat, and she let her head fall backwards, so it was only with a gentle push and twist that I had her scooting back to lay flat, with me on top of her.

Quinn's eyes were slammed closed now, and so I just lifted myself up and looked down between us, at her heaving chest, the way her breathing caused her breasts to push softly against mine, the way her fingers wrenched around the comforter we were laying on. I continued to kiss her, but softly now, on the shoulder and then along the top of her breast, sucking the soft flesh into my mouth before I finally lowered my lips to tease over a nipple.

Quinn arched, gasping, and deftly, I rose myself off her and unsnapped her jeans. I was anticipating her trying to stop me at this point, like she always did, but she surprised me by wriggling around and kicking off her boots impatiently. I leaned backwards and yanked her jeans down, and she helped me by finally jerking her legs free.

Quinn was watching me again, and I tried not to make her feel too uncomfortable by staring at her, but whoa. It had been a while since I'd seen her naked, like this, with only the thin swatch of cotton separating us from total nudity. And I've never really looked at Quinn before, not really, and I was suddenly regretful that I hadn't taken every opportunity to see her. I was grateful she was letting me do so now.

Sliding back upwards, I got delicious little chills up and down my body from the friction of her skin against mine, and I could tell by the way Quinn was whimpering and moving beneath me that she felt them, too.

I kissed her, once, on the lips, before I began trailing my mouth down her neck and along her chest, licking in the deep crevice between her breasts and then sliding my tongue underneath them. I was drunk on the smell and taste of Quinn, the way her body was shaking and the tiny, almost strangled sounds she was making. I kissed gradually lower, over her quivering belly and then along the hem of her underwear.

My whole body felt hot and light, and when I snuck my fingers up to loop around the elastic ban, I was prepared for Quinn's protest. Instead of allowing her to curl forward and stop me, however, I launched myself upwards and pressed her down with my body, kissing her slowly and thoroughly. My hands stayed wrapped around her panties, however, and with our mouths pressed together I muttered: "Please, Quinn."

She tensed beneath me, and even though I wasn't looking at her I knew her eyes were squeezed together tightly. I felt her heart hammering against my chest and I could feel her pulse all over her body. I just breathed, waiting, curling my fingers.

Finally, and almost as if in a dream, Quinn nodded. I pressed a hard kiss against her mouth, before breaking the contact and then darting back down her body. I nudged Quinn's legs apart with my knee, and then slid her underwear off.

Quinn's head had fallen to the side, and she pressed the soft skin of her forearm against her eyes, as if she could shield herself from me. It made my heart melt in my chest and a bubble of tenderness well up inside of me. "You're so beautiful," I whispered, and I watched her throat tighten and click in a swallow.

I used my hands at first, massaging against the muscles that quaked and shivered on her inner thighs. My thumbs and fingers drew lazy circles, kneading, and by degrees I felt her slowly relax, though her body was heaving with tense, short breaths. She still hid behind her arm, and the sight of her stretched out in front of me, fully exposed, made something inside of me crack and twist.

Slowly, gently, I lowered myself between her legs, and used my mouth to kiss a hot trail up one of her thighs. Quinn let out a little mewling sound, and her legs fell even further apart, this time in instinctive invitation. Her lips moist and inviting, and I pressed a kiss against them, testing their flavor. It was salty and sweet and it made me moan against her.

Quinn gasped, her body going suddenly rigid, when my tongue darted out and began stroking tensely against her clit. She bucked, and I slid my arms out beneath each of her legs, anchoring her hips to the ground. I looked upwards, trying to catch a glimpse of her face, but her body was contorted and all I saw was the dip of her belly and the tight definition of her skin against her ribs.

I lowered my mouth, licking around Quinn's wet folds, darting my tongue inside and then stroking upwards firmly. Quinn was going wild, her hips moving frantically, the sound of her breaths exploding and reverberating against the stone walls.

I shifted, and then rubbed my fingers through her softness, adjusting so that my mouth closed over her clit, lips wrapping around it, sucking gently. Quinn's thighs were twitching and shaking now, and her sounds were muffled against her own hands. I pushed inside of her with two fingers, and flicked my tongue over her clit.

Quinn began rocking, jerking her hips, and I continued with that same rhythm with my heart beating in my ears and my senses full of Quinn, feeling her insides quake and suck at my fingers urgently. I felt like my chest was going to explode because my heart was galloping and was so swollen and full.

At the last second, when I could tell that she was just there, I slid up and over her, wiping her fluid from my chin on my arm as the other one pumped into her steadily, and I snugged my body close to hers, using my arm to cradle her head and upper body against me. I felt her insides quake and shudder, and Quinn moaned loudly, opening her mouth and digging her teeth into the flesh of my shoulder. I groaned, turning my face into her, feeling her twitch and quiver against me.

Quinn was supple and relaxed against me, and I could swear I could hear her heart beating in the silence. I shifted, drawing my fingers out of her, and wrapped my other arm around her, pulling her tightly to me. I felt her breaths against the hot skin of my neck and shoulder, and a small little sound escaped her lips.

I glanced down and noticed that Quinn's eyes were smashed closed, but that the tiniest beads of moisture were crawling down her cheeks. Gently, I laid her against the blanket again, and began kissing at the corner of her eye, catching the tears on my lips before they could fall.

"Santana," Quinn said, and her voice was broken and thick. It made my heart swell and turn over in my chest slowly. "I.. I lo—"

I stopped her, pressing my mouth against hers, because now my blood was pounding in my head and all I could think about was the copper taste of panic in the back of my throat and how I had to swallow several times to make it go away. I kissed Quinn firmly, and then drew away from her, opening my eyes. Hers were still closed tightly, so I kissed her eyelids again, butterfly soft. I swallowed again, and my voice whispered out hoarsely, "I know."

A/N: That scene was so heavy & hard for me to write.. I hope you guys liked it.