I can't apologise enough for the delay on this chapter. I've had lots of things going on that have taken up a considerable amount of time. Hopefully you enjoy this chapter despite the long wait!

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A few uneventful days passed without a sound from Quinn. Santana was starting to feel a bit paranoid and on-edge about the whole thing. The blonde had clearly said that this wasn't over, whatever that meant. Santana knew that Quinn could be unpredictable and that made her dangerous. She was sure that something would happen soon; she just wasn't quite sure what.

On the plus side, Santana had been spending a lot more time with her new favourite blonde. After the incident in Santana's bedroom where Brittany had stood up for her, the girls had found a shared understanding and had enjoyed the weekend together. Nothing more had come of their relationship; they had just enjoyed each other's company as good friends. Santana was well aware that there was a mutual attraction between the two of them but if she was being honest, she was unsure of how to take the next step.

The bell rang for the end of Santana's final class of the day. She closed her books, shoved them into her bag and slung that over her shoulder as she left the classroom with the rest of the students. She let out a heavy sigh, just Cheerios practice to go and she'd be free for the evening. She just hoped that Quinn would be on her best behaviour and not make a scene.

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"Santana!"

She turned to face Brittany as she jogged up to her at the end of practice.

"Coach Sue asked if I'd stay behind and show her those new moves I've come up with for the squad," she beamed. "Is it ok if I just meet you at your place later?"

Santana placed a hand on Brittany's forearm and gently squeezed.

"Of course Britt. Coach clearly thinks you're the best dancer on the squad if she's wanting to see your routine," she smiled. "I'm proud of you."

Brittany grinned and leant in to peck a soft kiss to Santana's cheek.

"Catch you later."

Santana grinned back goofily, watching as Brittany practically skipped over to Coach Sue. She ran a hand through her hair and loosened her ponytail as she made her way back into the Cheerio's locker room. She was in desperate need of a shower.

She went over to her assigned locker and took out her wash bag and towel. There didn't seem to be anyone else around, clearly the other girls had showered quickly or had gone home to wash. She undressed, tugging her Cheerios top up and over her head, shimmying out of her skirt and finally slipping out of her underwear. She made a neat pile of her clothes on the bench in the middle of the locker room and wrapped the large towel around herself, walking over to one of the shower cubicles. Closing the door behind her and throwing her towel to drape over the top of it, she turned the dial on the shower and gasped as the hot water cascaded over her body. This was what she'd needed after a long, hard day at school. Training had been tough as usual too and her muscles were aching.

Whilst the Latina was preoccupied in the shower, she missed the locker room door opening and closing. She missed the flick of the lock too. And the blonde Head Cheerio stood beside her pile of clothing with a knowing smirk on her face. She missed the soft, padded footsteps as Quinn made her way to the steaming shower cubicle. She missed the pair of hazel eyes roaming over the back of her naked body. And the small intake of breath from the blonde cheerleader.

Quinn studied the brunette closely over the top of the door, not making a sound. She let her eyes gaze at the gorgeous brown locks trailing down her naked back. The slight curve of her breasts as she rotated her body under the water ever so slightly. The dimples in her lower back and her toned, firm ass. Quinn bit down on her bottom lip to keep herself quiet. She had never looked at Santana like this before, there was almost a vulnerability about her like this. There was nowhere to hide anything. Not that she should want to hide anything, clearly the girl was perfect. Quinn realised that in the two physical encounters she had had with the Latina, she had never once been naked. It had always been about getting Quinn off. That was the deal, she supposed. She'd asked Santana to keep her satisfied. There had been no mention of reciprocation. They hadn't even shared a single kiss.

Quinn couldn't help herself any longer and decided to speak up to announce her presence.

"Hey." She decided to keep it simple.

Santana was startled at the sudden invasion of her privacy and spun around on the spot to meet Quinn's gaze. Her eyes widened and she attempted, without much success, to cover herself, one arm over her breasts and one arm over her lower half.

"What the fuck?" Santana glared at the blonde and then turned her back on her, deciding that facing away from her was better for her modesty. "How long have you been stood there?" Her voice was muffled now she wasn't looking directly at Quinn.

"Not long," Quinn replied. "You don't have to be embarrassed Santana…"

Santana laughed bitterly. "Embarrassed? Who said anything about being embarrassed?" She turned her head to look at Quinn over her shoulder. "I'm more concerned that you've been creeping on me in the shower without my knowledge!"

Quinn rolled her eyes. "I wasn't creeping on you. I just…"

"You just what? What were you doing then?"

The blonde bit her bottom lip and shrugged her shoulders a little.

"I was just admiring." She decided on.

Santana locked eyes with her and swallowed hard. She turned back to face the cubicle wall again, her hands running down the front of her wet body.

"I'm still mad at you." She told Quinn, teasing her fingers through the ends of her now dripping wet hair.

Quinn scoffed. "For what?"

"You know what!" Santana spun her body halfway round to face her again, her eyes dark. "What you said a few days ago. In front of Brittany!"

The blonde clenched her jaw at the mention of the taller girl.

"I was only being truthful. That's exactly what happened between us. You should know, you were there." She snapped defiantly. "I also know that you enjoyed it. What you did to me." She continued, lowering her voice slightly.

Quinn watched as Santana let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders rising and falling. There was a moment where neither girl said anything. The only sound now was the shower running onto the tiled floor.

"You didn't have to say it in front of her. And so crudely at that." Santana spoke eventually. It almost sounded like the brunette girl was sulking and Quinn smiled at this. Maybe she was getting somewhere.

Quinn laughed. "Since when do you care about me being crude? Some of the things that have come out of your mouth whilst we-"

"Don't finish that sentence." Santana interrupted.

Quinn smirked and had a sudden daring urge to join the Latina. They had never been naked together before and the blonde couldn't help but picture what it would feel like to have their bodies pressed up against one another. Without making it obvious to Santana what she was doing, Quinn began to undress herself, placing her clothes onto a nearby bench. She looked down at herself and then back to the naked brunette in front of her. She wasn't half as confident as Santana when it came to her body but just being around the Latina made her feel that much more desirable.

"Open the door, Santana." Quinn spoke calmly.

Santana turned to look at the blonde's face and quirked an eyebrow suspiciously.

"And why would I do that?"

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Just do it."

Santana knew deep down that she didn't have to do what the blonde said but there was something in the tone of her voice that made her follow the command. She let out a small sigh and turned around to face Quinn, one arm draped across her chest to try and protect her modesty at least a little bit. She took a few steps towards the door, slid the lock across and opened it, peeking her head through the gap to come face to face with the Head Cheerio.

"Yes?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow. "What can I-" she started, but stopped mid-sentence, as her eyes roamed over the naked body in front of her.

Quinn placed her hand on the door and gave it a gentle push, causing it to swing wide open to reveal a soaking wet Santana. She shoved the Latina back inside the cubicle, closing and locking the door behind them. She walked her backwards until she collided with the wall underneath the shower head. Santana let out a gasp as she hit the cold tiles and felt Quinn press a hand against her bare stomach, keeping her in place against the wall. The two girls stood so closely now; Santana could feel the hot breath coming from Quinn's mouth in short pants.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Santana managed to choke out.

It felt so good being this close to Santana, Quinn decided. She could feel the brunette's stomach muscles quivering underneath her hand. But Quinn needed more. She took a small step forward and finally pressed their wet bodies together under the water, their bare breasts now touching. Quinn closed her eyes and let out a whimper at the feeling of Santana's nipples brushing against her own. God that felt good.

She opened her eyes and looked into the Latina's dark brown eyes before dropping her gaze lower to those soft, full lips. She felt herself lean in, her mouth only centimetres away from Santana's now but the brunette turned her head to the side, avoiding Quinn's lips altogether.

Quinn couldn't help but feel hurt at the small act of rejection. Why wouldn't Santana kiss her?

"Santana, please." Quinn whispered.

The brunette shook her head slightly and tried to move out of the blonde's grip, but the refusal only seemed to make Quinn more determined. She pressed Santana back firmly, their bodies still flush against one another. Quinn pressed her mouth against the brunette's right ear and spoke against it.

"Kiss me."

"I can't." Santana gasped, clearly fighting some sort of internal battle against herself.

"Why?" Quinn asked desperately.

The question seemed to hang in the air for a good few minutes before Santana decided on a response.

"B-Because if I kiss you, it means something more." She blurted out.

Quinn frowned and pulled her head back to study the Latina closely.

"I don't understand…" the blonde started. "What about all the other girls? All the other Cheerios you've been with? This is no different!"

Santana shook her head. "I never kissed any of them."

Quinn was stunned. All the time that Santana had been fooling around with girls, she'd never kissed any of them? This was absurd.

"But you had sex with them." The blonde stated the obvious.

Santana shrugged, avoiding the blonde's gaze. "Sex is just sex."

Quinn couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her ex-friend, her lesbian ex-friend, who had recently come out to her, had never kissed another girl before. But kissing was so simple, Quinn thought. That's usually how sex started, wasn't it? But clearly it wasn't a simple act for the Latina at all. It meant more than just fucking somebody.

"Was it just sex with me?" Quinn asked, her finger tilting the brunette's chin up so she could look into those deep eyes.

Santana shrugged again. "That's what you asked for."

Quinn thought about this. Yes, she supposed Santana was right. She had asked for that. To be satisfied sexually. No mention of kissing or romance or any of the other stuff. At the time, she had just wanted someone to please her, to give her a good fucking and a few orgasms to seal the deal. But what did she want now? Standing here, pressed intimately against the other girl, naked and soaking wet, there was only one thing she wanted.

She trailed her right hand up and placed it against Santana's chest, feeling the rapid thump of her heartbeat. She pressed her lips to the corner of the brunette's mouth and softly panted against it.

"Your heart's beating really fast again," she husked. "It seems to do that a lot when we're together."

Santana screwed her eyes shut and bit down on her lip to try and stifle a whimper.

Quinn continued. "Do you want to kiss me Santana?" she spoke softly against the corner of her mouth. "Because I sure as hell want to kiss you." She admitted, brushing her lips ever so slightly against the other girl's.