Santana leaves Quinn to sleep in the next morning as she noticed she didn't sleep well through the night.
When she slips from beneath the sleeping blonde and walks into the living room, she finds her brother sitting alone.
They grab some breakfast and then decide to go and find a local gym so that they can work out. As Blaine hasn't had his deployment letter yet, he knows that it will be coming soon and needs to stay in shape.
They both get ready quickly, with Santana leaving a note for Quinn and then they leave the apartment to explore.
After walking for around 10 minutes, they find a boxing gym down an alley.
"Hey. What about this one? A boxing gym could be good for us?" Blaine asks, spotting the sign first.
"Yeah, let's check it out."
They walk through the front doors and find a relatively empty gym. Looking around, they spot a ring to left of the door, further to the right is a weights section, then some free-hanging punch bags and finally there is a couple treadmills and rowing machines.
As they approach the desk, a tall, bald, muscly, tattooed man greets them, "Hey guys. I'm Ty and I own this place.." He says as he gestures around the gym, "How can I help you?"
"Hey, I'm Blaine and this is my sister Santana." Blaine says as he shakes Ty's hand, followed by Santana.
"We're looking around for a local gym, this seems perfect really, we live about 10 minutes from here." Santana says as Ty just nods.
"Well it depends what you're looking for! I suppose if you're into boxing this place will be great. As long as you let me know in advance, we can do pad work or you can work singularly and then you can work on the weights or cardio." Ty explains.
The siblings share a look to let each other know that they like it.
"We like it here Ty. So do we pay every time we come in?" Blaine asks.
"That's great guys. Your first session is free, so if you're working out today, that's on me. We either have monthly memberships or it's 3 every session."
"We won't be wanting monthly, there's no guarantee when we'll be here so the latter is great! If you're okay with it, we'll be here today." Santana replies.
"Sounds good to me, let me give you the tour."
Ty shows the siblings around the changing rooms, the showers, toilets and fire escapes etc.. before explaining the rest of the equipment and essential info they need.
"So that's everything.. if you need anything else, let me know, otherwise, enjoy." Ty says with a smile and leaves the two to their own devices.
They both jump on the cardio machines first to raise their heart rates and then move to the punching bags, where they decide that one holds, while the other punches and then they'll switch.
Blaine holds first whilst Santana punches.
"So, how's Quinn? We haven't had much time to talk." Blaine asks, really wanting to know, because he knows that she'll be gone soon and he won't be far behind. With them being deployed separately, it means they may not even end up in the same country.
"I don't know bro. I mean, sometimes it feels like she's forgot about it for a while, which is great and other times I can feel that it's the only thing on her mind. I just wish I had some way to reassure her."
"I know, it's hard. I have the same thing with Kurt, even though he seems to hide it much better than Quinn in the open." Blaine sighs. "At night, it's a whole other story."
"I'm hoping that maybe after the first deployment and the first time we come home, it'll get easier and she'll have more faith but I'm not certain."
They train in silence for a while, stopping to switch positions a couple of times and Blaine can tell that Santana's mind is far away now..
"What is it? And don't tell me nothing.." He says sternly.
"This was so much easier for us when they weren't in the picture." Santana states, which causes Blaine to nod his head.
"True. But we'd have one less reason to make sure we make it home."
"She's my main reason to make it home." Santana smiles, gushing over her girlfriend and the thought of a future together.
"Speaking of. We better get you back to her, otherwise she'll skin me alive."
They both laugh as they head towards the showers. They change quickly and make their way back to Ty.
Promising to return when they can, they say their goodbyes and head towards home.
Santana pulls her phone out of her gym bag and sees a text from Quinn, that makes her grin like a Cheshire Cat.
Hurry back. This bed is cold and I miss you x
In the spur of the moment, Santana replies deciding they're definitely not going back to bed.
Get your cute ass up and ready. We're going out, I'll be back in around 15. I love you x
"Let's get some coffee and take it back. Quinn needs time to get ready." Santana says.
"Oh yeah. What are you doing?" Blaine asks as they cross the street, towards Frankie's.
"Haven't got a clue, I've just decided. You got any ideas?" The Latina asks, as she opens the cafe door and Blaine enters.
"You know she loves things like art museums, have you been to one yet?"
"I haven't.. I don't think she has either and she would love it. Maybe take her for dinner or just ice cream afterwards?" She speaks out loud, whilst Blaine orders the coffee for everyone.
"Yeah, that sounds good. She'll enjoy that."
They grab their coffee and make their way back to the apartment.
As the siblings re-enter the apartment, only Kurt is there to greet them. He walks straight into Blaine's arms, giving him a chaste kiss and a quick hug.
Santana smiles watching them, she's happy that her brother has finally found someone worthy of his time, especially after the disaster of his last relationship, and you know, her trying to kill his sister.
Before she can ask, Kurt tells her, "She's finishing getting ready, Mercedes is helping her finish her hair and I must admit myself, with the time frame you gave us, she looks amazing." Kurt grins.
"Of course she does, she's always gorgeous." Santana replies almost immediately, at the same time the two emerge from the bedroom.
Quinn standing in the doorway, in one of her famous summer dresses that make Santana's heart stop. This one is white with a light blue trim and her hair, that is slightly longer now than when they reconnected, is finished with soft curls, matched with subtle make up, because Quinn knows Santana prefers the more natural look.
"You really think so?" She asks, cheeks flushed lightly, gaining the attention of the others in the living room.
Santana turns and her jaw drops slightly, her girlfriend always stuns her with her natural beauty and she finds it endearing that she clearly doesn't see her own beauty.
"I really do baby love. You look beautiful." She says in awe, approaching Quinn and placing a light kiss on her cheek. "I bought you some coffee over there, just let me change my top and we'll get going."
She quickly runs into their bedroom, leaving her black jeans on, she switches her t-shirt for a light blue button up shirt, so that they'll be matching, sprays some perfume and heads back out into the living room.
She sees Quinn sitting elegantly on the couch waiting patiently and just drinks in the sight of her everything, mindlessly sipping coffee and laughing with their friends.
"You ready?" She asks, approaching the group. Quinn gets up, picking her purse up and walks around the chair, placing a soft kiss on Santana's lips and dragging her hand down the front of her shirt, leaving her palm resting on the Latina's abdomen.
"This looks really good on you lovebug, I can't wait to see if off you though." She leans in to whisper softly and teasingly. As she pulls back she flutters her eyelashes in that way she knows drives Santana crazy.
"Thank you. But let's get going before I take you here in front of everyone." Santana winks as Quinn blushes and giggles, making their way out, waving goodbye to everyone.
They jump straight in a cab and Santana whispers their destination before sitting back, in a comfortable silence.
Quinn reaches over to grab Santana's hand and places them in her lap, playing with tanned fingers, feeling the need to always be touching at the moment.
It isn't long before they pull up to the destination and Santana runs around the cab to let Quinn out.
When the blonde looks up, she finally takes in the sight of their secret destination.
"You bought me to the Met?" She smiles excitedly.
"I did. Is that okay?" Santana says after paying the driver and watching him speed off.
"Tana.. this is more than okay. I've been dying to come here but it's not something I thought you would enjoy." Quinn replies, tangling their fingers together and bringing her girlfriend's hand to her lips, placing a soft kiss there.
"I don't care where we are mi amor. I just want to be with you." Santana says, whilst looking longingly into deep hazel eyes.
Quinn lets go of her hand and walks into her arms, embracing tightly and inhaling the scent of Santana's perfume that she loves.
Santana places a kiss to the crown of the blonde's head, that's beneath her chin before saying, "Mami is coming into town tomorrow and I just wanted to spend time with you today. Tomorrow I imagine we'll probably just stay in and watch movies with her, but the night before I go, I've got plans for us, just us. Is that okay?"
Quinn gives her one last squeeze before disconnecting their bodies, reattaching their fingers and curling around Santana's strong arm, before replying, "Of course it's okay, but I really don't want to talk about that or think about it, so can we go in please?"
Santana smiles and nods, leading them towards the entrance.
When they leave the museum a couple of hours later, Quinn is smiling brightly and chatting animatedly about what she's seen.
Santana hasn't got a clue about half of the things Quinn is saying but loves that her girl is so passionate about things and she adores the spark in her eye as she's explaining about something she loves.
It's around 10 minutes before Quinn realises how long she's been talking, "Sorry. I've been rambling haven't I?" She mutters, cheeks tinging a slight shade of pink.
Santana throws her arm around Quinn's shoulders and pulls her in close, placing a gentle kiss to her lips, "Don't be sorry baby. I think it's really cute."
Quinn wraps her arms around Santana's waist and holds her tightly.
"So, what are we doing now?" The blonde asks.
"I was thinking we could go for ice cream?"
"Ice cream sounds great lovebug."
And with that, they head towards their favourite ice cream parlour that they discovered within days of being in the city.
The two of them walk in, hand in hand, and Quinn goes to sit in a secluded booth while Santana goes to place their order.
She gets a vanilla milkshake for herself, a strawberry one for Quinn and then a chocolate and vanilla swirl cup for them to share.
Santana returns to the table shortly after with their order and Quinn thanks her with a kiss.
They sit on opposite sides of the booth, each with a spoon in hand and their opposing hands clasped across the table. Santana's underneath, stroking the top of Quinn's knuckles as she knows the blonde finds it soothing.
"So what time does mama get in tomorrow?" The blonde asks in between bites of their ice cream.
"Her flight lands at 1 so I told her I'd pick her up from the airport. Do you want to come? I think Blaine's coming too."
Quinn nods in response and sips her milkshake.
They finish eating and start their route home, only when they arrive, smiling, laughing and all loved-up, the energy omitting from the living room, slowly brings them back to reality.
Mercedes is sitting one side of Blaine and Kurt on the other with tears streaming down his face.
Blaine is trying to comfort him whilst holding on to a piece of paper and Mercedes also looks upset. Santana instantly knows what's wrong and Quinn picks it up pretty quick too, clasping Santana's hand in her own, that little bit tighter.
Santana looks to her girlfriend and meets her teary eyes, squeezing her hand once as a reassuring gesture. She leans forward to kiss her forehead before moving them both round to sit on the coffee table infront of the three on the couch.
She takes the letter from Blaine's hands and scans it to see that it's the same as hers, except he has seven days until his deployment.
Folding the letter back up and placing it beside her, using her hand that isn't clasped in Quinn's, she pats her brother on the leg before trying to talk to his sobbing boyfriend.
"Kurt?" She questions softly, waiting for him to lift his head from his hands. When he makes eye contact, she gives him a small smile. "It's going to be okay, you know? We know what we're doing, it's what we've trained for.."
What no-one expected was for the boy to erupt. None of them had seen an emotional side to Kurt before and it seemed as though Santana had hit the button for overload.
He jumps from his place on the couch and glares down at the Latina, finger pointing. "It's not okay though, is it Santana? You are both selfish! You're both leaving people who love you so much behind without a second thought! You don't know how it feels!"
Santana doesn't react, she knows that Kurt is upset but what he said hit her right in her insecurities. Still she doesn't say anything but her brother jumps to her defence, "Kurt, you don't speak to her like that! You're angry at me, don't blame Santana for this! If you've got a problem with this, you take it up with me!" He shouts back.
The two seem to be having a staring competition, while Mercedes sits uncomfortably, not knowing what to do and Quinn clings to Santana's arm, who is staring at the ground.
The Latina stands and walks towards her bedroom, Quinn following closely behind. She throws herself onto the bed, the blonde closing the door and sitting at the end, looking over at her girlfriend.
Santana shifts and sits up against the headboard and opens her arms up as an invitation for Quinn to cuddle, which she takes instantly. She tucks her head in the crook of a tanned neck and slings her arm around Santana's waist, while the brunette massages her fingers through her hair.
"You're not selfish Tana." Quinn whispers knowingly.
Santana doesn't reply, causing Quinn to look up, making sure they make eye contact.
"Baby, listen to me.." She pauses, cupping Santana's cheek and stroking her thumb over her jaw. "He's wrong. You're both so brave, you're risking your lives for our country. That's not selfish lovebug." She finishes with a gentle kiss, knowing Santana won't say anything and settles back into her arms.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Mercedes has had enough of the tension between the two boys. She rises from her place on the couch and stands between the two of them.
"This ends now. Santana leaves in less than two days and the last thing either of them need right now is all this tension, especially with Mari coming tomorrow! You need to sort this out, I'm going to my room, by the time I come back out here to start dinner, this better be sorted!" She finishes and storms off towards her bedroom.
Blaine's eyes soften immediately and he retakes his position on the couch, Kurt following his lead.
Blaine runs his fingers through his hair, trying to gather the right words. "You need to apologise to Santana. Cedes is right, she'll be gone soon and you don't want to leave your relationship like this. But if you have a problem with my career Kurt, you need to talk to me about it. Me and Santana decided this separately, it is not her fault that I'm leaving and vice versa."
"I know and I'm sorry." Kurt's sighs, "It's just so hard knowing that you aren't going to be around all the time."
"I know that! Okay, I know. We both do. But this is what we want, it's been our plan for so long and as much as we want to be here, we can't just abandon our plans either."
Kurt's eyes begin to tear up again and Blaine takes his shaking hand in his own.
"It's all going to be okay. You and Quinn have each other to lean on and that eases mine and Santana's minds so much! You'll have Cedes and Mami is just a call away, we're both going to be fine out there." He adds with a small smile. He then tugs gently on Kurt's hand and they make their way to the bedroom.
Quinn and Santana had been laying silently in each others arms when Quinn decided to do something about it.
She shifted over so that she was straddling her girlfriend and leant down for a bruising kiss, grinding her hips down into the other girls crotch.
Santana quickly reciprocated and her hands found placement on Quinn's ass, beneath the dress she was still wearing, and gently thrusted up when the blonde ground down.
Quinn disconnected their lips and made her way to nip at the brunettes neck and ears, sucking and licking at her sensitive spots before brushing her lips against her ear closely.
"I know you don't like this baby, but I need you to fuck me. Just for tonight, fuck me till I'm too sore to walk. However and wherever you want. Please?" She finishes pleadingly with her raspy, sexy tone, which she knows turns Santana on.
In fact, she can feel that Santana is turned on, because Lil Q is trying its best to make an appearance, so Quinn moves her hips downwards forcefully to make sure it stays that way.
Santana pulls back and looks straight into Quinn's eyes that have darkened immensely, she leans their foreheads together and pale hands cup her cheeks.
"Please Tana? Fuck me."
With that Santana connects their lips harshly, nipping and pulling at Quinn's bottom lip.
They undress hurriedly and Santana reaches to get a condom from the bedside draw. She hastily rolls it on, while Quinn gets comfortable on her back, knowing Santana is going to want her like this first.
The Latina lies between her legs and leans down for another bruising kiss, tongues battling roughly.
She pulls back just for a second to get confirmation, "Safe word?" She asks.
Quinn loves that Santana cares enough about her and her body to have a safe word. She knows that no matter what is happening, if she was to say the agreed word, her girlfriend respects her enough to stop.
"Mango?"
Santana laughs in response which makes Quinn blush. "Mango? Q, what even?"
"Tana, I don't know where it's from but I'm so turned on right now I can't think straight, so please do something about it." She growls.
"Yes ma'am." Santana replies before leaning down and connecting their lips again.
Pushing their naked fronts together, Quinn can feel Santana's extremely hard dick between them, rubbing through her slick folds.
Just as she's about to beg again, Santana reaches down to grip her thighs and brings them up so that her knees are resting beside her own head, silently thanking Cheerios for her flexibility.
Santana puts her right arm under Quinn's knees, pushing her legs back and uses her left hand to guide her tip to Quinn's entrance, rubbing her latex covered tip over the hardened, sensitive nub, getting her to writhe with anticipation.
"Is this what you want Q? You want me to fill you?" The Latina whispers, lowering her face so that her lips brush Quinn's ear.
She receives a 'hmmm' in reply, along with a frantic head nod.
"Tell me. What do you want me to do?" She continues to husk.
"F-fuck me. Please Tana? Fuck me real good."
Then without much warning, Santana pushes forward and enters Quinn quickly, causing her to bite down harshly on her girlfriend's shoulder trying to muffle herself, considering they have a full house.
This is a new position for them both and it feels incredible, both feeling overwhelmed as they've never reached this depth before. Santana grabs Quinn's hands and places them beneath her legs to hold them in the air, so that she can use her own for leverage.
Quinn is becoming increasingly impatient, her body screaming for some release. Santana senses her discomfort and starts to aggressively pound into her.
From the sounds that are escaping the blonde's lips, Santana gathers that she's enjoying it, which only spurs her on to move harder.
She shifts her position slightly, leaning forward, grabbing Quinn's hips and pulling her backwards on her forward thrusts.
"Ah baby, right there, fuck me harder." Quinn screeches, feeling like this might be the best sex they've ever had, apart from their first time because that will always be the most special.
Santana has sweat dripping all down her torso and across her forehead as she pushes deeper into Quinn's heat, which is soon trapping her harshly, restricting their movements.
"This what you want Quinn? My dick pounding your little pussy?"
"Y-yes. Don't.. Don't stop."
Santana pumps once more, which results in Quinn squirting all over her, fluids are gushing from her, covering Santana's dick and it drips down her lower stomach and balls.
Seeing the reaction from the girl pushes her over the edge and she releases her load into the condom. Both panting heavily coming down from their highs.
Quinn lets go of her legs and they drop either side of Santana's hips as she's still inside her. Quinn can feel her dick getting softer but she's not done.
She sits up without disconnecting them and straddles Santana's thighs as she's sitting on her heels.
Quinn grinds slowly, making sure to bring the dick inside her back to full length, pushing their lips together in a desperate kiss.
They continue kissing until the blonde feels Santana is fully hard, she pulls back slightly and cups her cheeks, teasingly brushing their lips together, licking the Latina's bottom lip, without connecting them. She licks up her jaw to her ear where she uses her raspy voice again, as lowly as she can, "I'm so horny baby. Talk dirty to me. Fuck me again."
Santana finds it irresistible when Quinn swears, she doesn't do it a lot but when she does, it's usually when she's doing something right in bed, so instantly, it turns her on.
Plus, who is she not to satisfy her woman?
"You sound desperate Lucy Q." She retorts cockily. "Are you? Do you need me to show you who you belong to? Show you that I'm the only one who can fuck you right?"
"Please? Please fuck me like that? Show everyone I'm yours." Quinn pleads.
So she again begins to thrust her hips into the girl on top of her. Quinn assist by moving her hips around and squeezing her walls tightly with every forward movement, increasing the pleasure for both of them.
Santana leans forward and takes one of Quinn's nipples in her mouth and sucks hard which elicits a loud moan from the blonde. She licks her way over to the opposite breast and repeats the motion whilst still pounding into her girlfriend and soon, Quinn clenches around her again and cums, wetness again gushing around her.
"Can you stand?" She whispers into blonde hair that is resting on her shoulder. Feeling a slight nod, she lifts Quinn up, extracting her penis that is standing to attention and takes off the filled condom from her previous orgasm, throwing it away and rolling on a new one as Quinn shuffles to the end of the bed.
Santana beckons her with her pointer finger and Quinn eagerly crosses the room to her, taking the hardened appendage in her hand and pumping a few times before Santana leans over and places a gentle kiss to her lips and then her forehead, "Bend over baby.. Show me that perfect ass." She husks and Quinn quickly obliges, placing herself down head first on to the bed and lifting her ass as high as possible in the air, whilst wiggling it.
Santana stands behind her, holding her hips and slowly pushes her way through the tight channel, causing Quinn to groan and grip the bedsheets tightly in her hands.
She picks up the pace, slamming into Quinn's backside while the blonde pushes her hips backwards, Santana cums quickly as she didn't get her release earlier but doesn't stop, she covers Quinn's body with her own and bites down on her shoulder gently, causing a gasp from her girlfriend.
Listening to Quinn pant and moan beneath her has Santana wondering if her dick will ever go down, because at this precise moment, she's never felt so turned on.
They both continue slamming roughly into each other in opposite directions until they reach their high. Quinn loves Santana behind her as it feels so much different, it doesn't take much to bring her to the edge and it feels amazing. The coil in her stomach tightens and she clutches Lil Q as hard as she can, ensuring they cum together, which they do.
Placing her head down beside Quinn's, Santana turns it slightly to nip at her ear lobe and to play Quinn at her own game, knowing her sex voice is just as influential on her girlfriend, "Tell me what you want Lucy.. Tell me how you want me to fill you." She drags out, pulling the blonde's lobe with her teeth.
"Ride.." Quinn mumbles out, which makes Santana grin, knowing they both love that position.
"You want to ride me?" Santana rasps again, knowing her voice is injecting a new energy into Quinn.
"Yes Tana. I want to fucking ride you, now get into position." Quinn asserts, to which Santana quickly removes herself from Quinn and lies back on the bed, loving when her girlfriend is demanding in bed, instantly causing her dick to harden again.
The blonde quickly removes the full condom, throwing it in the direction of the bin and before Santana can put another one on, she sinks down, back facing the Latina and begins to gyrate her hips rapidly.
Quinn hunches forward, placing her hands flatly against the bed between tanned legs, lifting her ass up and down on the dick impaled in her.
Santana can't help but squeeze the ass that's jiggling in her face as she knows Quinn is doing it purposely for her enjoyment.
They both thrust towards each other, bringing immense pleasure to the other and soon are both reaching their climaxes, Quinn quickly hops off, turns around sits back down, wanting to make sure that they can see each other when they cum.
Santana sits up and pushes their sweaty fronts together and leans in for a passionate kiss, love and care oozing from each other, both slowing down as their orgasms hit. Quinn sighs loudly when she feels Santana's cum spurting and settling inside of her, she's missed that feeling as Santana has recently been adamant about using protection.
Santana's hands are resting on the small of Quinn's back as she helps her rock slowly on their comedown and pale hands are placed around the back of a tanned neck, whilst stroking her jaw with her thumbs, lips interlocked.
When Quinn finally feels Santana's dick go soft inside of her, she detaches their lips and leans forward to embrace her girlfriend.
They hug tightly and Santana sits back against the headboard, trying not to move inside Quinn too much, knowing they're both too tired to go again.
"Are you okay?" She whispers into the nest of blonde hair that's ruffled and spread across her shoulder.
"I'm great lovebug. That was incredible." She says, sitting back and lightly kissing Santana's lips.
"It was. I was still loving you though."
Quinn smiles softly at her girlfriend's reassurance, she knows that she won't say they 'fucked' because she never wants her to feel used for her body, it makes the blondes heart burst with love.
"I know babe. Where did the dirty talk come from though?" She replies with a chaste kiss to plump lips and then leans back down onto Santana's chest, who embraces her without question.
"I'm not sure." Santana shrugs tightly, still keeping a tight hold on her girl. "I just wanted to see if it would get you going I guess." She confesses, her dark cheeks tinting slightly.
"Oh baby.. it definitely did something. Possessive Santana is someone I always want to see." She says with a smirk.
Santana pulls back slightly and captures Quinn's bottom lips with her teeth, "Mine.." She husks, which causes the blonde to connect their lips.
"Always." She mumbles back before she lays back down on a tanned chest.
They lie for a few minutes before anyone speaks again, "Are you going to let me out of you or?" Santana asks chuckling softly, which causes Quinn to sit up and blush profusely.
"I just want to feel you a little longer, is that okay?" She asks shyly and Santana grins in response. The Latina shuffles down with Quinn still ontop of her and moves so her top half is propped up but her bottom half is flat, with her legs bent, so that Quinn can lie comfortably on her chest and their sexes are still connected.
"It's always okay baby love. I love you so much Lucy Q." She says sincerely with a kiss to the crown of her head.
"I love you too Tana." Quinn replies before drifting into a needed nap.