The last chapter ahhhh. I'll post the epilogue maybe later or tomorrow depending on how busy I am this evening. But yes, thank you all so very much for everything. I hope the end is satisfying enough. I've never been good with ending things lol. I loved writing this, satisfying my Quinntana needs in my brain and pretty sure I fell in love with my Santana as well because how adorable would she be :) Anyway yes, here you go. Enjoy!
When Quinn walked out of the bathroom, hair perfectly curled, wearing a cute light green dress, she saw Santana pacing around the living room. She was wearing a deep cut black dress that, to Quinn's surprise, wasn't completely skin tight as the skirt was fluttering around with her quick movement. Quinn watched her for a moment before Santana finally noticed her standing there.
"Oh, hey." Santana stopped walking and looked at her with a smile.
Quinn gave her a questioning smile in return, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah why?" Santana asked quickly.
Quinn laughed quietly, "I have no idea how long you were pacing before I came out here but I've been standing here for about two minutes."
Santana blinked and sighed, "I'm fine I promise."
Quinn frowned slightly as she slowly walked over to her, "Really? Because you look like you're about to pass out."
Santana pursed her lips, "Okay, well...So maybe I still get nervous about our dates, does it matter?"
Quinn raised an eyebrow, "You don't need to get an attitude. That's all you needed to say."
"I'm sorry I just, I can't. I'm not talking to you about this." Santana huffed and turned away to sit on the couch.
Quinn sighed, "Are you gonna act like this all night? Because if so I think I would rather stay here."
Santana rolled her eyes, "I'll be fine."
"You've never acted like this, I don't understand why tonight is any different from the other dozens of dates we've been on." Quinn said.
"Are you ready?" Santana asked, completely ignoring Quinn's comment. Quinn nodded, "Okay then so can we just stop talking and go?"
Quinn blinked at her, "After you." She said, sweeping her hand in front of her towards the door.
Santana stood up and started for the door, "Do you care if we walk?"
"Where are we going?" Quinn asked.
"It would probably take about twenty or so minutes to walk there." Santana said as she grabbed a small jacket and threw it on her arm.
"I guess not then." Quinn answered.
"Okay..." Santana said slowly, "Well grab a jacket it's supposed to be cooler tonight."
Quinn pursed her lips and just grabbed the jacket she already had by the door, "'Kay, lets go." She said as she started out the door.
"Wait," Santana said grabbing her arm and stopping her. Quinn turned around and gave her a confused look, "You look beautiful, Q." She said with a small smile.
Quinn smiled, surprised, "So do you."
"Santana seriously, what is your deal?" Quinn asked after the waiter set their food down. Santana just gave her a look, "You barely said anything after we left."
Santana rolled her eyes pursed her lips, "I'm sorry."
Quinn blinked at her, "Just talk to me. You said you wanted tonight to be special and you're not even saying anything."
Santana sighed, "Okay...well do you like this place? I kinda didn't know where to take you. Because I didn't wanna go into the city..."
Quinn looked around, it was a nice little Italian restaurant. Not too fancy but not very casual either, "Yeah, it's nice. It reminds me of Breadstix, just a little nicer. I'm assuming that's why you chose it." She grinned.
Santana narrowed her eyes with a small grin, "Go ahead and make jokes, Fabray."
"I'm not joking, it was just an observation." Quinn laughed quietly before she took a bite of food.
"Uh huh," Santana said, disbelieving, "See if I ever go to Breadstix with you again."
"It's fine, I'll just take you somewhere actually worth going." Quinn said.
Santana snorted, "Where? Olive Garden?"
"Because that's much different?" Quinn laughed, "I was actually thinking somewhere like...Fazoli's."
Santana snorted and choked back the food she had in her mouth, "That's even worse! Asshole, don't make me laugh when my mouth is full."
Quinn laughed, "Oops."
Santana shook her head and rolled her eyes with a grin, "I hate you."
Quinn narrowed her eyes, "I've been hanging around you too much. Does that mean you hate yourself?"
"Apparently." Santana said around a mouth full of food.
Quinn raised an eyebrow at her, "You shouldn't."
"Obviously I was kidding. I mean look at me." Santana smirked.
"I have." Quinn said flatly.
"Excuse you," Santana scoffed, "I'm the hottest piece of action you have and will ever have."
Quinn looked at her for a moment before tilting her head slightly, "I hope so."
Santana blinked at her, obviously expecting another snarky come back, "Stop."
Quinn rolled her eyes, "Santana you can't expect me not to say or think these things."
"I know..." Santana sighed and poked around her food, "We can talk about this later." She said quickly.
Quinn looked at her and knew she didn't need to prod her anymore about it, "You know...I noticed you asked me to be your girlfriend on the fourteenth...Was that on purpose or no?" She asked hesitantly.
Santana's lips quirked and she looked back up when she swallowed her food, "How long did it take for you to notice that?"
"Obviously I've always noticed but I didn't think about it purposely correlating with Valentine's Day until recently...I just haven't gotten around to asking." Quinn explained.
Santana nodded slowly, "Yeah, um. At first it didn't have anything to do with it...I just wanted to stop being an idiot," She started, Quinn laughed quietly, "And...I almost chickened out. Almost. And then I realized it had been two months since then and I don't know. It's not like it really would've mattered but...It's sweet if you think about it. Almost like I did it on purpose." She ended with a small smirk.
"Little did you know, six months later you would be a nervous wreck on a date with me celebrating being together four months." Quinn smirked as well.
Santana rolled her eyes, "Little did I know it was your plan the whole fucking time."
Quinn laughed, "It wasn't actually...I just wanted to sleep with you. I didn't think I'd end up wanting to be with you."
"I'm irresistible, what can I say?" Santana said, and Quinn rolled her eyes playfully.
"Yeah, yeah." Quinn laughed again.
"It is rather chilly tonight, I guess the summer is coming to an end." Quinn sighed as they walked aimlessly around the same park they went to the weekend she came to visit months ago.
"Don't remind me." Santana mumbled, squeezing her hand harder and pulling her closer.
Quinn smiled softly, "We still have two weeks."
"Seriously stop talking about it." Santana said quietly.
"It's not gonna go away just because we don't talk about it, San." Quinn pointed out carefully, "I would know."
"I know but I don't wanna think about it." Santana said quickly. Then she sighed, "Actually, this is a good segway...we do need to talk about it." She said, pulling Quinn over to the nearest bench.
She sat down and Quinn stood in front of her hesitantly, "Why?" She asked. She just said she didn't wanna think about it so why do they need to talk about it?
"Will you just sit down, Quinn." Santana said exasperatedly.
Quinn pursed her lips and carefully sat next to her, "You're starting to freak me out, Santana."
Santana gaped at her, "Would I go through the trouble of taking you to a nice dinner and shit if I was gonna break up with you?"
"I don't know..." Quinn said slowly.
Santana pursed her lips and struggled to refrain from rolling her eyes, "No, I'm not. I just...I'm scared about what's gonna happen when you leave." She admitted quietly.
Quinn furrowed her brow, "Why?"
Santana blinked slowly, "I don't know where exactly you stand with your sexuality...I mean you kind of don't talk about it. You're obviously not straight but I'm not entirely convinced you're gay."
Quinn's eyes flickered quickly between Santana's as she tried to figure out what she was saying, "I don't understand what that has to do with anything."
"You're smart and beautiful and like the perfect mix of bitchy and sweet and I know people want you, Q," Santana said, kind of bluntly, "And, I know you're sick of pretending to be something you're not for your dad...what if some nice guy comes along when I'm not around and makes everything easier?"
"You, what? Do you think if I wanted easy I would've even done this, Santana? It was no cake walk getting you to wanna date me in the first place." Quinn pointed out, confused.
"That's not the point, Q." Santana sighed.
"What is the point then? Trust me, I know what's walking around up there. If I didn't do you think I would've wasted time with my freaking professor?" Quinn asked.
"Okay, first of all you can lose the attitude. Second of all, I don't fucking know. Last time I checked you were only fucking him because you thought being with an older man would be better for you." Santana scowled.
Quinn pursed her lips and took a breath, "Okay...the reason I thought that was because being with Finn or Puck or Sam didn't do anything for me. In case you forgot that part. And then he didn't either. Hence why I came to you in the first place and why I'm here right now."
"Okay, so you're not into guys? At all?" Santana asked, "Because I believe I asked you this before we were together and you dodged the question."
"Okay, yeah no. I'm not into guys. Is that your only issue?" Quinn asked.
"No." Santana said, "I just...what if you find someone else?"
Quinn sighed, "Jesus Christ, Santana. I'm not interested in finding or even looking for someone else. If anyone should be worrying about this it's me. I don't know who the hell comes into that bar and thinks about hitting on you, especially after they see you dance like that. There are tons of girls here that would love a night with you, I guarantee it."
Santana just blinked at her so she continued, "Couples have to deal with this all the time and they're just fine, Santana. It's not like I'm going across the country, it's just a quick train ride away. We survived before summer break."
"Yeah but it was just a three week wait until we spent the summer together. I don't expect you to come here all the time and you know how hard it is for me to get a day off, let alone a weekend." Santana said.
Quinn studied Santana's face for a moment. She was legitimately worried about this, she could see it in her eyes, "Santana, I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this. We'll be fine. I know I don't wanna be with anyone but you. And as long as you know that about me, I don't understand what the issue is."
Santana looked at her, "Of course I don't wanna be with anyone but you." She said quietly. Quinn was surprised she came right out and said that.
"Okay then, problem solved." Quinn said quietly with a small smile.
"It's not actually," Santana said quickly, stopping Quinn from standing up, "Well I mean it is but there's an actual reason I wanted to talk about this."
Quinn readjusted herself on the bench and gave her a questioning look, "Okay?"
Santana shifted uncomfortably and looked down at her hands in her lap, "Wow okay, so...I talked to Kurt and Rachel about this, and they thought it was a good idea..." She started and Quinn was immediately thrown off, did she miss when she actually started referring to them by their actual names?
"What's a good idea?" Quinn asked nervously.
"And I talked to you about that to make sure it was..." She continued, "Even though you said what you did during dinner...which I mean I guess should mean what I just wanted you to confirm..." She thought out loud.
"What's a good idea?" Quinn repeated quickly.
"This would also probably explain why I've been acting like a fucking idiot all day." Santana added.
"Santana..." Quinn urged her on.
Santana took a breath and reached into her purse and pulled out a small box, "Oh my god." Quinn said nervously.
"Before you freak out this isn't what you're thinking." Santana said quickly and put her hand on Quinn's arm to keep her there.
Quinn raised a questioning eyebrow above wide eyes as she glanced between Santana's face and the box in her free hand. Santana looked at her and her lips quirked humorously, "You're such a dork, do you really think I'm about to ask you to marry me?"
Quinn released a quick, deep breath of air and visibly relaxed, "I don't fucking know, Santana. Why else would you be acting like such an idiot all day and freaking me out right now?" She breathed out quickly.
Santana snorted, "I should've known you would do something that ended up making this a thousand times easier."
"I'm glad you think giving me a heart attack is so hilarious." Quinn rolled her eyes.
Santana blinked at her, "We've been dating four months, Quinn."
"Lots of people get married before that, will you stop making fun of me and just tell me what you're doing?" Quinn sighed.
Santana chuckled, "Okay, well...I hate to underwhelm you but, it's actually just a promise ring," She said and opened the box, there was actually two matching rings in it. Simple silver bands with a small row of diamonds, "Like, you know..." She said nervously.
"It's not underwhelming, the proposal freak out wasn't from happiness," Quinn chuckled and Santana grinned, "I'm not that crazy."
"Okay good because you were starting to freak me out even more for a second," Santana laughed quietly, "I just...I know I was hesitant about this relationship at first and it took awhile for me...us, to get used to it but...I want you to know that this wasn't a summer fling or i don't know, a rebound or anything like that. I love you and I'm serious about us and...I just...I don't know I just want you to know that. And I feel like when I actually have the balls to say shit like this you never actually believe me. So, I just want to make sure you do." She explained quietly, looking at them rather than at Quinn.
Quinn smiled and looked up from them to her, "These weren't expensive were they?"
Santana snorted and rolled her eyes, "They weren't cheap but they're not ridiculous." She said, looking up again.
"Annnd, the reason you talked to me about that was because you weren't sure I would be okay with this?" Quinn asked.
Santana pursed her lips, "I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page before I made myself look like an even bigger idiot than before."
Quinn smiled and nodded slowly, "Okay, well, we're on the same page. Definitely. I've been on this page."
Santana let out a breath of relief, "Thank god."
Quinn raised an eyebrow at her and lifted her hand, "Are you gonna put it on me?" She asked, wiggling her fingers with a grin.
"I didn't know which hand I should put it on." Santana said. Quinn face palmed with her other hand.
"Right hand, please. We're not engaged." Quinn pointed out.
"Shut up." Santana said as she snatched Quinn's hand from in front of her face and grabbed a ring to put on her finger, "The guy said we can bring them in whenever to get cleaned or maybe engraved with our initials or something. I didn't know if you'd wanna do that or not so..." She said as she took the other ring from the box and shoved it back in her purse.
Quinn stopped her from putting it on herself and shrugged as she slid it onto Santana's finger slowly, "We can if you want...they were your idea in the first place. It would be kinda cute." She said with a grin as she looked back up at her.
Santana smiled at her, like actually smiled, "I feel like we just took a huge step."
"Promising to be with only each other?" Quinn asked, "That's kind of what relationships are, San." She chuckled.
"Well yeah, but...we have rings now." Santana said, "I feel like that makes it better...like, you know."
Quinn laughed quietly, "You are a dork." She said before she leaned forward and kissed her softly, "But now I think what I got you sucks compared to this though." She said when she pulled back.
"What'd you get?" Santana asked eagerly.
Quinn reached into her purse and pulled out a piece of paper. Santana made a face as she reached for it but Quinn pulled it back before she could take it away, "I don't want you to take this the wrong way." She said.
"Take what the wrong way?" Santana asked, confused and still reaching for it.
"Remember when I said I'd help you, like being a singer?" Quinn asked as she held it away from her.
"Yeah." Santana nodded slowly as she pulled back to listen to her.
"I did some research and, it's highly recommended that even if you think you're already a good singer, that you work on training your voice. Like building it up to be stronger and develop a better range and stuff so, I found a really good vocal instructor in the city and signed you up for lessons with her..." Quinn explained carefully as she handed Santana the paper.
Santana glanced at her as she unfolded it and looked down, eyes scanning over the page, "Really?"
"Yeah I mean, I already think you're amazing but lots of singers still have vocal coaches. It can help you with your range and stuff and it can occupy you until we figure out what to do next." Quinn explained carefully.
Santana looked up at her, "I'm not mad or offended, Q. I actually think its a good idea. And it's very sweet of you to actually do this instead of just saying you'll help me. Thank you."
Quinn smiled, "I mean, it's not much compared to this," She said, waving her fingers, "But...I just thought it would be a good place to start."
"Yeah no, I mean...I'd still be doing nothing if it wasn't for this. Thanks, baby." Santana said sweetly.
"You're welcome." Quinn smiled. Santana returned the smile and folded the paper back up to put in her purse, "I love you."
"I love you too." Santana smiled, "You ready to go home?" She asked.
Quinn nodded, "Yeah."
Santana stood up and reached out for her hand, "Let's go."
Quinn grabbed her hand and they walked back to their building, mostly quiet. But a better quiet than when they left. More relaxed, "I'm just gonna warn you, they knew I was gonna do this so just be prepared in case they're home." Santana warned as they walked down the hall to the door.
"Awesome." Quinn chuckled as she waited for her to unlock the door. They barely got through the door before Rachel and Kurt were grabbing their hands to see them.
Santana ripped hers away from Kurt, "Are you two serious? You've already seen them, it's not like we're getting married."
"I'd like to make that very clear." Quinn added quickly as Rachel let her have her arm back.
Santana snorted, "She legit thought I was proposing to her."
"Aww," Rachel said as she went back to the couch, "That's cute."
"It's not actually because she was about to lose her shit...in a not good way." Santana explained.
Kurt frowned, "Why?"
"Of course you would ask that." Santana scowled at him.
Kurt frowned, "I mean its obvious you're headed that way I don't understand why it's so far fetched."
"Shut it." Santana warned.
"I suppose we should get our ear plugs and white noise maker out, huh?" Rachel asked hesitantly.
Quinn bit back a grin and looked down, allowing Santana to field that question, "You're finally learning, congrats." She said, clapping her hands slowly.
"As long as you keep it in the bedroom." Rachel added.
"You don't seem to be having a problem sitting on the couch." Santana said.
Rachel's eyes widened as she sat up straighter and looked behind her at it, "Seriously guys?" She asked, sounding more disappointed than anything else.
Kurt snorted and Quinn nudged Santana, "I wish I could reassure she's kidding this time...but I can't."
"Just go." Rachel sighed.
Santana grabbed Quinn's hand, "Happily." She grinned and bowed slightly before dragging Quinn off to their room.
Before Quinn even knew what was happening Santana had her arms around Quinn's neck, kissing her feverishly. Quinn struggled to keep her balance and not repeat the actions from the first time they did this and ruin everything. She began kissing back with more intent once she was confident she wouldn't fall back into the curtain and wrapped her arms around Santana's waist, pulling her closer. Santana sighed and slid her hands around and under her jacket, sliding it off of her shoulders and onto the floor.
Quinn kicked it out of their way and guided Santana back towards the bed. Santana stopped before she reached it and pulled back from Quinn with a concerned look in her eyes.
"What?" Quinn asked nervously.
Santana blinked at her, "We haven't really talked about this but...I have a thing that...I want to try with you."
Quinn's eyes widened slightly, "What?"
Santana snorted despite herself, "It's nothing weird calm down," she reassured and Quinn visibly relaxed again. Santana was really testing her nerves tonight, "Like an actual thing."
Quinn blinked, "Santana..."
Santana sighed, "A strap on Quinn, do I need to spell it out?"
"Oh! Oh, oh...um." Quinn said slowly.
Santana nodded, "Yeah that wasn't really an answer...We don't have to, I don't know if you have some PTSD with that or what..."
Quinn laughed quietly, "Is that even a thing?" She asked and Santana shrugged, "I mean...I guess..."
"Q, we don't have to it was just a suggestion." Santana said quickly.
"No, I do...it just wasn't something I really thought about before." Quinn said.
"Okay..." Santana said and walked over to her dresser. Quinn watched her as she pulled it out of her top drawer.
"Wait." Quinn said. Santana put it back down and turned to her, "Did you use that with Brittany? Or anyone?"
Santana blinked at her, "I..No, Quinn. This is new." She reassured.
"Okay." Quinn said quietly as she continued to look at her.
Santana grinned at her, "Help me unzip my dress." She said as she kicked off her heels, turning around and looking at her over her shoulder.
Quinn walked over and brushed her hair over her shoulder and slowly slid the zipper down her back. She slid it down her shoulders and arms and all the way down to the floor before Santana turned around. Quinn's eyes quickly scanned over her body and Santana hooked her fingers in her thong and slid it down her legs.
Quinn swallowed hard as Santana straightened back up and smirked at her, "You gonna take anything off sometime tonight?" She asked, gently running her hands up and down Quinn's arms. Quinn just nodded and started to fumble pulling her dress over her head.
Santana laughed quietly and helped her. Once it was properly discarded, Santana stepped into her again and wrapped her arms around her waist, "Have I ever told you how awkward you are about this sometimes?"
Quinn laughed and rolled her eyes, "It's been mentioned."
Santana grinned and slid her hands up and around Quinn's back to her bra clasp. She quickly released it and allowed it to fall to the floor before pulling her back in against her and kissing her. They both moaned when their skin came into contact. Santana slid her hands back down to Quinn's underwear and pushed them down her legs. Quinn kicked them away once they met the floor and brought her hands to Santana's hair, holding her in place as their tongues slid against each other slowly earning random small moans from either of them.
Santana's fingers danced gently over all the skin she could reach, gently scratching across her back to her sides and stomach. Up her stomach to her breasts, she played with her nipples earning another moan from Quinn before she pulled back, "Go lay on the bed." She requested quietly.
Quinn frowned at the loss of contact as Santana stepped back and she walked towards the bed, crawling up it and laying down in the center. Once she got situated she looked back up and watched Santana adjusting the harness on herself.
She pursed her lips and shifted uncomfortably, "Hurry up, Santana."
Santana laughed, "Impatient much?" She asked as she finished and turned around, "Weird huh?" She asked when Quinn just continued staring at her.
Quinn didn't know if "weird" was the right word...All she knows is that Santana is probably going to fuck her better than anyone who actually has one of those ever has and the thought was driving her crazy.
"Just come here." Quinn said and she quickly obliged, crawling up the bed and settling between her legs. She took Quinn's nipple into her mouth causing a strangled noise to escape Quinn's lips. She swirled her tongue around it and sucked, releasing it and looking at her as she moved to the other. Quinn put her hands on Santana's shoulders and stopped her.
"I know you probably want to make it slow and special or whatever but I would really appreciate it if you'd just-ohhh, my god." Quinn said getting louder and digging her fingers into her as Santana scooted up her body more and slowly rocked her hips against Quinn causing the shaft to slide through her wet folds.
"You'd really appreciate it if I'd just what, Q?" Santana asked sweetly but Quinn could see the teasing look threatening to cross her features.
Neither of them were still over getting the other to ask or even beg for it. Especially Santana. All the time Quinn was the one bossing her around and she was the bitchy sidekick, it's satisfying to her. Except neither of them much care about giving in anymore. Like right now.
"Wait...does it do anything for you?" Quinn asked curiously.
Santana narrowed her eyes and grinned, "Yeah, don't worry about it."
"Okay...well then just do it already." Quinn said, struggling to remain calm.
Santana snorted, "So what, if it didn't you wouldn't do it?"
"No I was just wondering." Quinn sighed quickly.
Santana nodded slowly, "You know, this was just another reason I acted like an idiot all day."
"Why?" Quinn asked, shuddering again as Santana continued rocking her hips.
Santana shrugged and looked down between them, "Something about wearing this and fucking you senseless drives me crazy...it's been an issue." She admitted.
Quinn let out a quiet, airy laugh, "Obviously."
Santana nodded and reached between them, lining herself up with Quinn's entrance, "Okay so, are you ready?"
"Yes, Santana." Quinn said impatiently.
"Yes what, Q?" Santana asked teasingly.
"Fuck me, Santana. Dear god." Quinn said, still impatient.
Santana grinned, "Such language this evening," she said and started pushing into Quinn slowly. A long and low moan ripped from Quinn's throat getting louder the farther she went, "Loud mouth." Santana mumbled before she kissed her again, trying to muffle the noise she was making.
Once she was all the way in she pulled back and looked at Quinn's face. She was breathing heavily and her features were twisted somewhere between pain and pleasure, "Are you okay?" Santana asked quietly.
Quinn nodded quickly, "Yeah, yes."
Santana started slowly pulling out, earning another long groan from Quinn as she did so, "Are you sure?"
"Oh my god, yes Santana! Just go!" Quinn said loudly, more annoyed now than anything as she wrapped her lags around Santana's waist.
"Okay, bossy." Santana mumbled with a smirk as she got herself more comfortable before pulling the rest of the way out and slamming back into her.
"Jesus Christ!" Quinn moaned. Santana smirked and continued repeating the action at an almost tantalizingly slow pace, "Damn it, Santana if you're gonna fuck me then fuck me." Quinn demanded breathlessly, opening her eyes and giving Santana a glare.
"Why didn't you just say so?" Santana smirked and quickly increased her pace inside Quinn. Quinn wasn't even trying to stay quiet as her hips met Santana's thrust for thrust as moan after moan and curse after curse poured from her mouth.
"Harder, please." She barely managed and Santana no longer cared about teasing or messing with her. She gripped at the mattress just above Quinn's head and repositioned herself slightly, increasing the speed and force of her hips even more.
"Jesus Christ, Quinn." She groaned as she buried her face in the crook of Quinn's neck and concentrated on the movement of her hips. The bed was starting to squeak..loudly...and somehow that spurred them on even more. Santana bit her lip in an attempt to stay quiet although she didn't know why considering Quinn didn't seem to give two shits at the moment.
Quinn was starting to feel the coil deep in her stomach just get tighter and tighter as her walls began to clench, "San, I'm-really...close." She barely managed to warn as she concentrated on meeting Santana's hips in time perfectly and brought her hands from gripping the sheets and to Santana's back, digging her nails into her.
"Fuck...let go, Q. Come for me." Santana mumbled in her ear as she struggled to hang on, waiting for Quinn's release. She lifted her head to watch her as she came.
Quinn's back arched and her head pushed back into the pillow behind her, "I'm-holy shit, Santana!" She struggled not to yell as she dug her nails into Santana's back even further than they already were and clenched her eyes shut tightly. She was pretty sure she literally just saw fireworks explode in her eyelids as she continued to moan softly as Santana kept going.
Santana struggled to keep up her movements as Quinn tightened even more around it but after seeing and hearing that she went over the edge as well, her forehead falling back against Quinn's shoulders as a string of explicit moans escaped her mouth as well as she continued riding out both of their orgasms. She slowly brought her erratic hips to a stop as continued laying on and in Quinn as they both tried to regain themselves.
She finally pulled out of her, earning a small whine of disapproval from Quinn as she rolled to the side and struggled to undo the harness and just threw it to the side before she curled into Quinn's side. Quinn's breathing was still heavy as she rested her hand over Santana's on her stomach.
"Why haven't we done that before?" Quinn asked in a quiet, raspy voice.
Santana chuckled, "I'm not sure."
"I don't think I can move anymore." Quinn said sounding slightly worried, "Did you break me again?"
Santana snorted, "You'll be fine."
"Are you sure?" She asked.
Santana nodded, "Should I be worried because I feel like you liked that more than every other time.."
Quinn laughed, "No, but obviously that is different from these." She said, dancing her fingers across Santana's arm.
"True...also I obviously know what I'm doing with it." She said proudly.
"Mmyeah," Quinn grinned, "I feel too exhausted...and gross to do anything else."
"Good 'cause you'd have to do it yourself." Santana said, "I'm done."
Quinn snorted, "When do I get to try it?" She asked quietly.
"Whenever you want." Santana said tiredly.
"Is it hard?" She asked.
"I don't think it is...I don't remember the first time I tried it though..it's not difficult when you get used to it though." Santana explained quietly.
Quinn nodded slowly, "Noted."
Santana laughed quietly and sat up, "Stand up."
"What why?" Quinn asked.
"So we can get under the covers, duh." Santana answered.
Quinn frowned and reluctantly stood on shaky legs by the bed as Santana threw back the comforter before pulling back flat sheet and climbing back in under it. Quinn quickly got back in bed too, this time she was curled against Santana's side.
"Thank you for everything today, San. Even if you were being weird a majority of the day." Quinn smiled.
"You're welcome?" Santana chuckled.
"Can I ask you for another favor?" Quinn asked hesitantly.
"What?" She asked after a moment.
"Will you go get me some water...please?" She asked sweetly.
"I'm afraid I won't be doing that." Santana said.
"What why?" Quinn frowned.
"Well for one thing your voice sounds super hot like that and for another that would mean I have to find something to put on and another thing, the Hummelberries are probably still out there and I'd rather not deal with them complaining about what a loud mouth you are." Santana explained.
Quinn sighed, "Fine." She said and shuffled away from her and out of the bed. She went to Santana's dresser and pulled out sweatpants and a tshirt, "Thanks for letting me borrow these." She said and struggled to pull the pants over her legs without losing her balance.
"Got that, babe?" Santana laughed as she watched her.
Quinn narrowed her eyes, "No thanks to you." She said as she pulled them and Santana just smirked. She threw on the shirt walked over to peek out of the curtain to see Rachel and Kurt still on the couch. She frowned and wondered if she could make it by without them seeing/hearing her.
She swiftly made her way into the kitchen to the fridge and pulled out a water, taking a big drink before closing the door and turning around. Rachel was standing in the middle of the kitchen looking at her while Kurt leaned against the counter, "Can I help you?" She asked, the water not helping her dry throat much.
"I was just telling Rachel that after that rendezvous I feel like I need a smoke and a drink." Kurt said.
Quinn closed her eyes tightly and looked down, "You're welcome?"
Rachel gave him a disapproving look, "Actually, are you two done? Because I'd like to go to sleep now."
"I'm sorry, it must be really awkward to hear that because its certainly embarrassing to leave the room afterwards considering you always creep up on me like this." Quinn said, peeking back up at her.
"No it's fine, I can usually block it out but you just seemed super loud tonight. Just making sure I don't need any music blasting in my ears." Rachel gave her a fake smile.
Quinn narrowed her eyes at her tone, "We're going to sleep too, goodnight." She said and walked by them back to Santana's room, "They are assholes."
"Quinn, you didn't even try to be quiet." Santana said.
"Are you defending them?" Quinn scoffed as she pulled off the clothes and climbed back in bed next to her.
"I'm just saying if either of them did that, I would murder them in their sleep." Santana said.
"My bad." Quinn mumbled.
"They'll live. It's not like Berry and her Ken doll didn't scar me for life." Santana shuddered.
Quinn snorted, "Brody?"
"Yes dear god, I still have nightmares." Santana sighed.
Quinn laughed quietly, "Payback is a bitch then."
"Definitely." Santana smiled and pulled her closer.
"I love you, San." Quinn yawned.
"I love you too, Q." Santana responded quietly.
All four of them sat at the station waiting for Quinn to go. Santana and Quinn sat quietly, about ready to squeeze each others hands off as Kurt and Rachel talked to each other. Santana's leg was bobbing up and down quickly. She had been putting up a pretty strong front for the last week but Quinn could tell the approach of this day was getting to her. Just like it was her.
"It's not like I'm going to prison, Santana. I can leave on the weekends whenever I want to and whenever you can get off of work you can come up there." Quinn said reassuringly. She was actually taking this better than she thought she would. She thought the roles would be reversed.
Santana rolled her eyes and sighed, "Not the point."
Quinn pursed her lips and sat back in her seat. She obviously wasn't getting through to her, "What happened to not showing up at my house with a Uhaul?"
That got her to laugh a little bit, "I think that changed when you showed up at mine with one."
Quinn grinned, happy she got her to smile, "Technically no moving trucks were involved."
Santana shook her head, rolling her eyes again playfully, "Idiot."
Quinn snorted and Rachel poked her arm to grab her attention, "On behalf of Kurt and I, I would like to say it was a pleasure hosting you this summer and we'd be more than happy to have you come back whenever you'd like."
Quinn narrowed her eyes and nodded slowly, "Thank you...It was a pleasure staying with you."
"Yeah it was." Santana murmured behind her.
Rachel ignored her and beamed at Quinn, "Are you excited to go back to school!?"
"Yes and no. Both for obvious reasons." Quinn smiled. A final announcement came over the intercom, interrupting them, and Santana let go of her hand as they all stood up.
Quinn moved around Rachel to hug Kurt, "Thank you for being so cool about us all summer." She said quietly.
He chuckled, "No problem, Quinn. Have fun up there."
"I'll try." She smiled before she turned to Rachel.
Rachel made some sort of smiling pouty face before launching herself at Quinn, wrapping her arms around her neck and hugging her tightly. Quinn pursed her lips and patted her back lightly as she struggled to breath, "I'm gonna miss you so much, Quinn!" She mumbled into her neck. Quinn glanced over Rachel's shoulder at Santana who was staring a hole through Rachel's head.
"I'll miss you too, Rach." She said quietly as she pried her arms off of her, "Let me know when your opening night is, I'll be here for sure."
"Of course!" Rachel beamed. Quinn smiled at her before moving around her to Santana.
Santana looked down at the floor as she kicked the toe of her shoe against it. Quinn tilted her head, "Look at me, San."
Santana took a breath but looked up with watery eyes, "I don't want you to go." She whispered.
Quinn let out a shaky breath of a laugh and pulled her in for a tight hug, "This isn't gonna be as bad as you're making it out to be." She reassured quietly as they hugged each other.
"I know but..." She sighed as she pulled back to look in her eyes, "We've spent so much time with each other and now we'll barely see each other, it's just. It sucks."
"I'll try to come up here as much as I can, okay?" She assured and Santana nodded.
"Last time someone left for college in a relationship I'm in it didn't work." Santana said quietly.
Quinn reached over with her right hand and grabbed Santana's right hand and brought them up between their faces, "Remember these?" She asked. Santana glanced at them and nodded, "They're there for a reason, San."
"I know." Santana said shakily, "I'm just being stupid."
Quinn did her best to hold back her tears. Santana almost never cries but when she does it breaks her heart, "It's not stupid, Santana," She said quietly, "I'm gonna miss you too but we have Skype and phone calls and text messages and surprise weekends that we get to visit each other. And like I said before, I'm coming back Friday for the three day weekend. That's just four days away."
Santana looked at her for a moment before she brought her hands to Quinn's face and pulled her in for a kiss, "Just call me when you get settled in please." Santana requested quietly when she pulled away from her lips.
Quinn nodded before pulling her in for another longer kiss, savoring the moment. After she pulled back she stepped away from Santana and grabbed her bag and purse and hiked them over her shoulder.
She smiled at Rachel and Kurt who were looking at her with sad smiles, "Bye guys, thanks for everything."
"You're welcome." Rachel smiled as they both offered her a small wave.
She turned back to Santana, "I love you, San." She said shakily.
"I love you too, Quinn." She said quietly. Quinn leaned in and gave her another quick kiss.
"I'll call you later." She said.
Santana nodded quickly, "Be careful."
Quinn nodded and waved before turning around and walking away. Then she couldn't stop the tears from flowing. She rolled her eyes at herself, she knew they were both being ridiculous. But Santana had a point, they were together so much this summer and now they'd barely see each other until she had a break from school. It was a hard thought to digest. She doesn't remember the last time she's felt so happy and she's literally walking away from that very reason.
Of course she was excited to hang out with Chelsea and her other friends again. Move passed another year of college, get a step closer to finally living her life freely. But her heart is staying in NYC for now and it hurts. She turned around before she knew they'd be out of sight and Rachel and Kurt were sitting down again as Santana stood watching after her.
She offered her another small smile and wave that Santana returned. As much as figuratively leaving her heart with Santana hurt because that just proved she was in love with her and even though that scared the shit out of her because she's never felt that way before, it made her happy and she knew she was taking Santana's with her as well. She turned around and continued walking to her train and boarded it, thankfully getting a seat to herself.
She sat down and leaned her head back against the head rest and smiled softly to herself. She twisted the ring around on her finger thoughtfully as she sat there. 6 months ago she wasn't sure what would happen. She knew Santana was never just a one night stand to her...but she thanked god everyday that Santana thought the exact same thing about her.