Quinn tiptoed down the hallway, listening intently for any sort of clue as to where Santana might have disappeared to. This house was huge and there were many doors that she could be behind. Most were wide open or slightly ajar except a handful which were clicked shut.

"Oh God…"

Quinn froze as she heard a muffled, feminine voice. She walked up to one of the closed doors at the very end on the left and pressed her ear against it. She waited a few minutes and huffed to herself when she heard nothing but the thumping of the music from downstairs. Perhaps she was hearing things…

"Yes… right there."

A moan. That was most definitely a moan.

Quinn raised her eyebrows and pressed her ear closer against the door. Curiosity took over and she bravely twisted the doorknob, wincing inwardly as she pushed the door open a slither, hoping it would not make a sound and give away her position.

"Ssh. You have to be quiet or I'll have to stop." Quinn widened her eyes. That was definitely her second-in-command.

"Don't you dare stop," the other voice pleaded. "Please, Santana."

There was another pause and Quinn took in the scene in front of her.

"Say it again." The Latina demanded, in a husky tone. She shuddered at how seductive the brunette sounded.

"Please," the other girl moaned.

"My name. Say my name." the Latina husked.

Quinn could not see completely what was happening, but from the position of the two girls and the words being spoken it was quite clear to her what was going on. She could not believe her eyes. What was Santana thinking? How long had this been going on? Was she drunk? Did she know what she was doing? The blonde pondered on this. She certainly sounded like she did, from the seductive words coming out of her mouth.

Quinn watched on as a fully clothed Santana continued doing something with her left hand that the other girl seemed to be very much enjoying. The blonde couldn't help but watch on, her eyes glued to the scene as the girl threw her head back in pleasure, letting out a choked moan, the Latina's name spilling from her lips.

"Santana!"

That was it. Quinn had seen enough. She decided it was time to take action.

She pressed her hand to the door and gave it a shove, watching as it swung dramatically open. The two girls were startled by the sudden intrusion and Santana practically threw herself off the bed and onto the floor, whilst the half-naked Cheerio attempted to cover herself up.

"What the hell Santana!" Quinn was livid. She had been left alone at the party with nobody to talk to whilst her second-in-command was off fooling around with another girl.

The brunette grabbed the edge of the bed, her cheeks flushed. She managed to stand up again, composing herself. Quinn noticed her starting to play with her hands in front of her – Santana's nervous habit.

"It's not what it looks like…" she started, not meeting the blonde's gaze.

Quinn scoffed. "Oh don't give me that. I'm not stupid Santana!" The blonde turned her gaze to the other girl, still positioned on the bed. "I suggest you leave," she said, waiting for the Cheerio to make some sort of move. Tired of waiting, she continued in a stern voice. "Now!"

The other girl grabbed her clothes from where they lay on the floor and scurried out of the room sheepishly, throwing Santana a quick wave before slamming the door behind her.

Santana glared at the blonde before her.

"You had no right to come in here and-" the Latina began.

"And what? Interrupt your sexual escapades with another girl! What the hell were you thinking Santana? How much have you had to drink? Have you any idea what this will do to your reputation, to our reputation?"

Santana bit her bottom lip timidly and murmured something that Quinn could not hear.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that." The blonde said, rolling her eyes.

"I think I like girls." Santana spoke softly, shrugging her shoulders a little and looking anywhere but at Quinn.

Quinn was stunned into silence. There was an awkward pause as she took in what her second-in-command had just said.

"I don't understand," the blonde said, completely baffled. "So what, you're gay?"

Another shrug and more nervous hand wringing was all Quinn got from the Latina. She was frustrated, confused and she needed answers now. She took a step towards Santana and pulled her hands apart.

"Stop that and look at me," she commanded.

Santana reluctantly lifted her head and met hazel eyes.

"Are you?"

"I-I don't know, maybe." The Latina stuttered, her palms sweating nervously in Quinn's grip.

Quinn eyed her closely and continued her questioning.

"Has this been going on for long?" she paused and followed up with a better question. "How many girls have you done this with?"

Another shrug. "A few," Santana started. "From the Cheerios…" she trailed off.

The blonde looked angrier at this.

"The Cheerios?! You've been fooling around with half of the squad?" She let go of Santana's hands and threw hers up in exasperation.

Santana looked awkward at this and instantly tried to defend herself.

"Not half… only a few, I promise!" She stopped and looked at the blonde in front of her. What was she doing? Why was she trying to justify her actions to the head cheerleader? She paused and took a breath. "Not that it's any of your business…"

Instantly, she knew it was the wrong thing to say to the fiery blonde. Quinn's eyes flashed dangerously, and she took another step closer to the Latina, their faces only inches away.

"None of my business?" she sneered. "Well, I've just made it my business."

Santana gulped visibly. Quinn wouldn't say anything to anyone else – would she? This was all new to her and she was sure that the handful of Cheerios that she had fooled around with were only experimenting anyway.

"Please don't tell anyone." Santana whispered.

The blonde listened to the Latina's desperate plea and decided to take pity on her. They certainly were not friends, but she was probably the closest thing she had to one at the moment. Quinn eyes grew darker as an idea struck her. She had practically finished with Puck; she had decided that she was far too good for him. Sure, she could have her pick from the rest of the guys at school, but she had never really enjoyed the physical side of things with Puck, and she was almost certain that the rest of the high school guys would lack the same expertise.

She could not deny that her second-in-command was extremely attractive. Her heart started racing at the possibilities and she was surprised at just how curious she was all of a sudden. She was becoming a bit frustrated in that particular area, that was for sure.

"She seemed to be enjoying herself." Quinn whispered back, their faces still only a few inches apart.

Santana was momentarily taken aback and frowned at the comment.

"What?"

"That girl, whatever her name was," she murmured. "From what I could see, you seemed to be giving her a good time." She bit down on her bottom lip, watching Santana's gaze move from her eyes to her mouth at the small action.

Santana swallowed and remained silent, unsure as to where the blonde was going with this.

"How about we make a deal?"

Santana raised an eyebrow and decided to try a bit of attitude to get herself out of this unfortunate situation.

"With you? Sorry I promised my abuela I'd stop making deals with the devil a long time ag-"

Quinn chuckled and let her hand casually brush Santana's waist. The simple action cut the brunette's rambling short which Quinn didn't fail to notice.

"I'll make it worth your while…" she murmured, biting her bottom lip flirtily. She knew that simple action affected the brunette. Quinn mentally noted down everything she observed about Santana.

Santana paused. Quinn had her.

"How so?" she asked, trying to act casual.

Quinn leant in closer and spoke in a sultry tone Santana had never heard before.

"You keep me… satisfied, and I keep your little secret to myself."