The girls wake late the next morning, both having rested better than they have in weeks.
Quinn turns in Santana's arms so that they're face to face, just staring into each others eyes.
Quinn has her hand on Santana's cheek, brushing it lovingly and Santana has one arm beneath Quinn's neck and the other around her waist, her hand slightly under her t-shirt, running her thumb over her back.
"Morning mi princesa." Santana eventually croaks out.
"I've missed your morning voice so much." Quinn replies, both of them laughing.
Santana leans in for what was intended to be a quick kiss, but Quinn keeps their lips connected and rolls onto her back, pulling Santana with her.
The Latina lays between her girlfriend's legs, weight resting on her arms beside Quinn's head while they heatedly make out.
Quinn can feel Santana getting hard through the boxers she's wearing and knows that they both need this as much as each other.
She pushes up Santana's t-shirt, who happily strips and then takes off Quinn's in return. Santana reaches down and pushes off the boxers that Quinn is wearing and takes a long lick between her folds on her way back up, causing a loud moan from her blonde.
Santana grabs a condom from the bedside drawer (luckily Quinn hadn't packed them away just yet), tears it open and slides it down her extremely hard shaft.
She repositions herself and looks Quinn in the eyes, "Are you sure?" She whispers.
"Of course baby."
And with this reply, she slowly pushes herself in, causing both girls to sigh loudly, both relieved as they've missed the intimacy.
"Don't move yet." Quinn says quietly, causing Santana to sit up and lean their foreheads together so they looking into each others eyes.
"Are you okay?" Santana asks, just as softly.
Quinn nods, "I've just missed this feeling. Plus it's been a while so I need to re-adjust." She blushes, which makes Santana giggle and kiss the tip of her nose.
They lie there, looking at each other for about 30 seconds before Quinn moves, implying that she's ready.
Santana begins to sensually thrust forwards, making Quinn whine into her neck.
The blonde wraps her arms around Santana's back and scratches at her shoulder blades when the Latina hits the right spot.
They gradually pick up their pace, at Quinn's request, and soon Santana is pounding into Quinn from above.
"Right there Tana, ahhh.." She moans as the feels herself begin to tighten around the Latina's dick, that is buried inside her.
She comes soon after and regains her energy quickly, flipping the two of them so that she's on top.
Quinn sits up, whimpering when their bodies disconnect, turns around and sits back down on her girlfriend's still hard dick, with her back to Santana.
The Latina instantly moves her hands to Quinn's ass and gives its a gentle squeeze, while the blonde rides her, gyrating her hips backwards and forwards quickly.
The sight of Quinn on top of her, leaning forward whilst straddling her and her ass jiggling has Santana reaching her blowing point quickly.
She soon blows her load into the condom, panting but apparently Quinn has no intentions of stopping as she begins to bounce on Santana, instantly making her hard again.
As soon as Santana feels herself fully grown, she taps Quinn's leg, who gets off of her and Santana stands. Quinn takes the hint and gets on all fours and backs up.
"Ready?" Santana whispers and Quinn nods her head.
She re-enters Quinn and begins to pump into her, one hand cupping her left breast and rolling her nipple between her fingers and the other reaching down to rub her clit. She leans forward and sucks at Quinn's pulse point, whispering in her ear, "I've missed you so much baby, cum for me."
With this Quinn wails out Santana's name as she suffocates her dick and cums, squirting everywhere.
The sensation has Santana cumming aswell and after they've both rode out their orgasms, they collapse, Santana still on top of the blonde and still inside her, both panting heavily.
After a couple of minutes, Santana leans up, kisses Quinn's bare back and slips out of her, causing her girlfriend to sigh and look up.
Santana moves around to the head of the bed after removing the condom and gets back under the covers, holding them up, "Come snuggle baby love."
Quinn smiles happily and manoeuvres beneath the covers aswell, with her head on Santana's shoulder, arm around her waist and legs tangled.
"Morning sex hits differently." Quinn mumbles blushing, which causes Santana to burst into laughter.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know. It just feels so different, not bad different but... I don't know." Quinn stutters.
"I know what you mean baby." Santana replies, placing a gentle kiss on the top of Quinn's head.
They lie there in silence until the blonde moves even closer that physically possible to her girlfriend, throwing her arm around her waist.
She runs her fingers over a tanned stomach, "Is it possible you're in even better shape now?" She mumbles, causing Santana to chuckle.
"I don't know my darling. You're the only one that sees me naked regularly." She smirks.
"I better be. But yes, your abs are definitely better, it's extremely sexy." She blushes.
They both laugh and share innocent kisses before getting up and resuming with their day.
The rest of the week is spent with the two of them going on dates, hanging with Blaine, Mercedes, Kurt and sometimes Maribel and packing up the rest of their things.
It's finally Sunday and Quinn, Mercedes and Kurt are able to move into their flat tomorrow, so they are making most of the drive down today with full cars, staying off in a motel and then arriving Monday morning.
Maribel has decided to let them all go down in the cars and she will fly down at some point tomorrow and stay in a nearby hotel, with the Jones's and Burt.
Burt is driving a moving truck, while the others get a flight, so Mercedes, Blaine, Kurt and Quinn will all be passengers, while Santana drives.
They load themselves up into the car, after saying goodbye to their parents and follow Burt for around 6 hours before they all stop off, have some food and sleep in a motel.
They rise early the next morning and get back on the road, having a long day ahead of them, knowing they need to unpack and at least go furniture shopping.
Once the five of them and Burt arrived at the apartment, Burt, Santana and Blaine started moving the boxes up into the flat, while Kurt, Mercedes and Quinn moved them to where they were needed and started to unpack what they could.
The apartment was spacious, it had a large living room and three individual bedrooms, meaning they could all have their own privacy.
Quinn and Kurt had discussed it with Mercedes and she was happy for Santana and Blaine to live there when they were home.
All six of them continued to work until Maribel and the Jones's arrived and they all went lunch.
After they'd all eaten, they resumed moving the rest of the boxes into the apartment with the help of Mr. Jones and once they were all done, Maribel and Mrs. Jones decided that they would move the boxes into the correct room, whilst the men and kids went furniture shopping.
"Mija?" Maribel called, causing both girls to turn around. She laughed before beckoning Quinn.
As the blonde approached her, she pulled her credit card from her purse and handed it to Quinn.
She shook her head, "Mama, I can't take this. You've already done enough for me."
"Quinn, listen to me. I've been saving for them two for years, it's turns out they don't really need it." She laughs gently. "They're going to be living here anyway, so I'd just like to buy your bedroom furniture, please? The four of us," she gestures toward the other adults, "have agreed to buy the living room furniture between us, we're in charge of the couches, so please, take this and get what you need?"
"Mama.." Quinn pauses, looking up towards Maribel with watery eyes, "Thank you so much, I can't ever repay you for what you've done for me. I love you." She says sincerely, crashing into waiting arms.
Maribel kisses the top of her head, "You never need to repay me baby girl, just make my daughter happy."
"I will try my best." Quinn replies, hugging Maribel tighter.
Santana watches with adoring eyes at the interaction between her mother and girlfriend.
"She really loves her, huh?" Blaine asks as he approaches his sister.
"Which one?" She chuckles.
"Touché. Both I suppose."
"Yeah I think so too. You like her, don't you?"
"Who? Quinn?" Blaine asks confusedly, to which Santana nods in response. "I love Q, San. I hope she sticks around for a long time."
"Yeah.. me too." She sighs as Quinn approaches them.
Santana wraps an arm around her shoulders as Quinn wraps hers around the Latina's waist.
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah baby. Everything's great. Let's get going." Quinn says, giving her girlfriend a quick peck on the lips.
With that, the men and kids all head out towards the furniture store. Burt and Mr. Jones get in the moving van and the rest all jump back into the car.
Quinn, Kurt and Mercedes all come home with new bed frame and mattresses, wardrobes, bedside drawers and larger drawers, as well as a TV, a TV unit, a coffee table and a couch for the living room.
Luckily, it all fit in the moving truck as most of it is flat pack furniture. So when they arrive, Burt, Mr. Jones, Santana and Blaine all begin to move it into the apartment.
By the time it's all moved, they are exhausted but the bed frames, at least, need to be built so they have somewhere to sleep tonight.
So, the parents of Mercedes and Kurt build theirs, whilst Santana and Blaine build Quinn's.
Quinn, Cedes and Kurt are in the living room, moving the couch and TV to where they want them to be, whilst Mrs. Jones and Maribel make some food, as they went out grocery shopping whilst everyone was at the furniture store.
In around an hour, the food is ready and they all gather in the living room to eat, as there is no dining table yet.
The adults, Kurt, Mercedes and Quinn all sit on the couches, while Santana and Blaine sit on the floor, at the feet of their significant others.
As soon as they finish eating, they all resume building the flat pack and by the time the adults decide to leave, Santana and Blaine had managed to build Quinn's bedside table aswell.
Around 10 o'clock, the parents leave and the 5 of them clamber into bed, drained from the long trip, the shopping, building and moving.
Santana climbs into bed first and Quinn follows soon after, curling into the Latina's side, resting her head on her chest, listening to the soothing sound of her heartbeat.
She rests her hand just underneath Santana's t-shirt and gently caresses her bare skin, placing a soft kiss on her jaw.
"Thank you for today lovebug. I'm really lucky to have you and your family." She says sincerely.
"No, Q. We're the lucky ones. Now you get some sleep, okay?" Santana replies, gently pulling Quinn closer, which causes a sigh of contentment before they fall asleep wrapped up in each other.
Over the next few days, the three permanent residents get settled and the adults fly home, (except for Burt who needed to drive the moving truck back), leaving the teens to explore the city.
Quinn and Santana go off, visiting the tourists spots, like Lady Liberty and the Empire State Building. They visit Times Square and Santana surprises Quinn, (the other three attending as well), with tickets to Wicked on Broadway.
They spend their nights watching movies and making gentle love, cherishing and memorising every inch of each others bodies, holding each other tightly, refusing to let go.
They've been living in their own little bubble and it can only worry their friends.
"You two know that we don't have long left, right?" Blaine says to his best friend and boyfriend.
Kurt has been handling this a lot better than Quinn has, but he knows there is a huge difference in their situations. He knows they are in a similar predicament about their partners going away to war but Quinn has made Santana her everything and vice versa. The blonde has lived with them so long now, after being saved from a torturous situation, that she's hanging on, hoping and convincing herself that they have more time than they do.
"We know.." Kurt mumbles out.
"I'm not sure how either of them are going to deal with it." Mercedes adds, looking longingly at the couple, play fighting on the couch, wearing broad smiles and giggling.
"I hope Santana can pull it together when we're out there. I don't even want to think about what will happen if she's distracted." Blaine mumbles.
"You mean.." Kurt starts to speak, but Blaine quickly intercepts, knowing what he's just said will not help with easing anyones thoughts.
"She'll be fine. It's what we're trained for."
His company both nod and lean their heads on each of his shoulders.
Quinn rolls over the next morning and instantly notices the lack of presence from her girlfriend, instead, when she opens her eyes, she's greeted with a note, scrawled in her favourite handwriting.
Morning mi princesa,
I woke early and didn't want to wake you, so I've gone for a run.
I'll be back soon and I'll bring breakfast.
I love you.
S x
Quinn instantly smiles at the cuteness of her girlfriend, so with this, she gets up, has a quick shower and throws on some of Santana sweatpants and her hoodie and makes her way into the main part of the apartment, where she's greeted with Blaine and Cedes on the couch and Kurt in the kitchen.
"Morning guys." She chirps happily, which makes the others raise their brows in suspicion.
"What's got you smiling so brightly? Did my girl get some this morning?" Cedes taunts, wiggling her eyebrows causing Quinn to blush.
"No I didn't! When I woke up, she wasn't there. She should be back soon though."
Quinn swiftly walks past the giggling in the living room, presumably because she blushed extremely hard, and made her way down to the mailbox, in the lobby.
She pulls out the envelopes inside and flips through them, her heart stopping when she sees one addressed to Santana and sees the return address.
And just as luck would have it, Santana walks through the door at the exact moment Quinn's eyes begin to fill.
She's smiling happily, carrying a paper bag and five cups from Quinn's favourite new found bakery, before she spots her girlfriend, standing frozenly and silently crying.
"Q? Q, what's wrong?" She asks worriedly.
To which watery hazel eyes lift from the envelope in her hands, to apprehensive brown orbs and she just rotates the letter in her hands so Santana can see what has her so stuck.
It's then she also notices the return address.
US Army.
Happy birthday our angel x