"Babe?" Quinn looked up from her phone and asked to her wife.

Santana and her were both on the couch, both of them on their phone for a lazy moment. "Yes?" Santana also said, looking up from her phone and getting the lollipop she was licking outside of her mouth.

"If you had the choice between kissing me for 10 dollars or kissing the most beautiful woman in the world for 1 million dollars, what would you choose?"

Santana's eyes widened. This feels like a trap. She knows it's a trap. At least not an intentional toxic one. Thread very carefully Santana, she thought. Because she knows that the answer that will be out of her mouth will determine the end of their night.

If she says that this is a stupid question, scoff or don't acknowledge her, Quinn will frown and pout for the next hour on her phone, not uttering a single word.

If she gives a bad response, worse. She doesn't even want to think about that possibility. She is a winner, not a loser. And she knows her wife.

"Of course you, baby. I would kiss you."

"Really?" Quinn's smile widened while she bit her lip.

The brunette nodded with a reassuring smile. "Yes, and I would gain 1 million because you are the most beautiful woman in the world." That was true for her. No point in lying when that was her truth. Have you seen Quinn? Santana knows she's lucky. The perfect line between heavenly and devilishly sexy. Her perfect angel/she devil.

Quinn squealed and threw herself on Santana kissing her hard. "Mhmmm. You taste like cherry." She mumbled in between kisses while Santana let her hands slide down her back to her ass. "I like it." She whispered and leaned back down to taste that again.

Santana smirked and mentally patted herself on the back. Smooth Lopez.

And this is the beginning of a very good evening.

A few days later, they were both in the car getting back from the cinema where they saw an action movie with killers and hostages which obviously made Quinn think because of her next question.

"And what if I killed someone? What would you do? Take the blame? Let an innocent go to prison for me?" She blurted out of the blue, turning her body fully to her wife.

Santana laughed and briefly looked at the blonde, her eyes quickly going back to the road and getting her hand off Quinn's leg so she can take the steering wheal and take the corner. "Honestly babe, the most probable thing is that I was the one to kill the person." They both chuckled and Santana's right hand found her way back to the blonde's leg. "But if YOU did kill someone, then I would help you hide the corpse, of course. And you're too intelligent to get caught so we're safe on that one. Not even the need to take the blame."

Quinn beamed. "Good to know." She leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth.

You can't beat me at that game, thought Santana. We've been together for eleven years, I'm not a newbie, I know my girl.

"San? Do I look fat in this?" Quinn yelled to her wife in the bathroom, while she is inspecting herself in this blue velvet skinny dress, in front of the mirror in their bedroom. That dress was very out of character for her and more of a Santana kind of dress, but they were going out for Rachel's big night, so she wanted to level up just for this moment. But now she was not so sure, seems a bit too much.

Santana got out of the bathroom, in her own red dress with a big revealing neckline, skinny, which showed her perfect curves. When she looked at Quinn, she immediately stopped putting her earrings and her mouth opened a bit.

"Does this make my ass look big?" She frowned worried, turning around in front of the mirror, her head over her shoulder, trying to take a better look at her own ass.

Santana nodded absentmindedly and bit her lip, her eyes darkening as she looked at her wife, lust invading them.

Fuck yes it does. And I love it.

But this was a very dangerous answer. A too dangerous answer. An answer that would get her a free night in the spare room. So, what actually came out was: "Of course not babe, you look stunning. Like magnificent." She prowled closer to her, her arms going around her, her front molding itself against the blonde's back, and put her hands on her hips, slowly gliding them along her body. One stopping on her stomach while the other went lower. "Like seriously I could eat you right now." This response is also very true but much more 'wife appropriate' if you want a good ending for this night.

Quinn blushed and stopped Santana's hand from getting under her dress to its final destination. "Really?"

"Really." Santana husked against her skin, kissing her neck again and again. "Are you sure we have to go to Rachel's party?" She tightened her arms, continuing her path of kisses, getting drunk in her wife's perfume. Gosh, does she smell good, the Latina thought nipping her sweet spot.

Quinn smirked and turned around in Santana's arms, feeling confident again thanks to her. Only Santana can make her feel this sexy and this loved. She passed her arms around the brunette's neck and leaned in, slowly. "Yes, we have to." Santana pouted. "But, if this night continues like this, and you're still this sweet, I see, for you, at the end of it a very, very, very good ending, if you know what I mean." She finished her whisper against her wife's very kissable lips before kissing them.

Santana shivered and smirked, gladly accepting her sweet wife kissed. Yes, she knows very well what she means. Boom. Mission success.

"San?"

"Mhmm?" Hummed Santana licking her mocha and chocolate ice cream. They were both taking a stroll in the park during a particularly hot day. The ice creams were a nice touch and Santana's absolutely LOVED the tastes she chose, and she conveniently ignored the disgusted face her wife did at that choice.

Santana never said anything when Quinn would take the basic ass tastes. Seriously, yogurt and coconut? Could that be any more vanilla? The Latina thought and shrugged. Given the summer dresses the blonde wore she could have expected it.

"If I die and you get married again and then she dies. And then time does its job and you die. Would you get buried next to her and next to me?" Quinn asked seriously. Sometimes Santana couldn't believe everything that goes through her wife's head.

"Well, that's not even a question because if you die then that's it. Not getting with another chick. One, because there is not many people on this planet that can bear me. And two, because you're it for me. No one else. Nobody can compete, you set the bar pretty high. Can't get with another person when you lost another your person. And most of all I hope you die in a looooong time. So by then I would be old and wrinkly and even if I will still be smoking, nobodies wants to get it on with a raisin. And to be honest, I thought about it and I seriously consider getting cremated-" The latina said not even really thinking about it and continuing her walk while her wife stopped.

Quinn is flabbergasted. She was not expecting her wife going into a full rant for just one more of her stupid question.

After a few meters and a few sentences later, the Latina seemed to realize that the blonde stopped walking. She turned around and frowned at the dopy grin on her wife's face. "What? What did I say?"

Quinn smiled lovingly and got closer, shaking her head. "Nothing." She grinned. "You're my person too." She said leaning in and kissing her wife deeply on the lips.

Wow. Actually, the coconut taste is not that bad. She thought while deepening the kiss.

"Do you think you could date someone more intelligent than you?"

"Baby, I'm already dating someone more intelligent than me. No question of ego here. You're just a genius and it's sexy. Not belittling me."

Quinn's eyebrow raised. "Really?"

Santana nodded and continued. "Yeah. I mean, it doesn't mean that I'm not intelligent and you don't make me feel stupid. Me not wanting to date someone because they are more intelligent would mean that I'm dumb and not confident. And we kind of all know that I don't lack confidence." The Latina shrugged.

The blonde smiled and jumped on Santana, who threw away her magazine to put her hands on her hips. "You know that I love you?"

Santana smirked. "I mean you kind of gave a few hints here and there."

Quinn frowned, her insecurity showing a bit after all these years of her father belittling her and berating her for being a little nerd/dork know it all. "But you sure I'm not making you feel stupid? If that's the case, I'm not doing it on purpose and it's not at all what I want to do and I'm so sorry. I find you extremely intelligent and you are absolutely incredible at your job. And I love talking with you and debating and-"

Her wife leaned in to kiss her to shut her up. "Babe, I know." She chuckled. "You do not make me feel stupid. You are intelligent, that's it. Don't be afraid to show it. If people don't like it it's just proving that they are stupid. I love that you have a little anecdote to absolutely everything. I love that you get excited when you learn something new. I love that you frown up your nose when you don't understand something, and you will not stop searching information about that until you do understand."

Quinn grinned and leaned in to thank her wife without words.

"Can you believe it? He left her to go back to his ex who, might I add, cheated of him before. But just because she came back all crying and whining, he ran back to her like a dog. Like what kind of guy does that? Un perro that's who." Santana grunted. She had just came home and immediately had to tell her wife, whom she tells absolutely everything to. She is her wife but also her best friend. She was so frustrated. Her best colleague just got dumped by her stupid ass boyfriend. Then she frowned and stop, turning around to her wife, her finger pointing accusingly at her. "Do you ever miss your ex?"

Quinn chuckled. "Of course not. I married my best friend, the love of my life, who is a sexy, fiery, hardworking, rich and most of the time funny Latina. I can't do better than that. No point in missing anyone but you."

Santana smirked, got closer, took her head between her hands and kissed her. "Damn right. And it better stay that way."

"Yes ma'am. And isn't it my job to ask stupid and obvious question?"

"We can alternate. Teamwork."

"Wow, that guy killed all of them. Alone. To save his wife. What a badass."

"Would you kill for me?" Quinn asked genuinely, turning her head in the direction of her wife. They were both cuddling on the couch watching another action movie.

Santana also moved to look at the blonde. "Yeah, I mean it would depend on the situation. Would I kill to get you bacon? No? Would I kill to protect you? Without question." She paused. "I might even like it."

Quinn shrugged, yeah, Santana is her protector in every situation. "And-"

"And yes, I know the question you're gonna ask, I would die for you in a heartbeat. Like if someone was holding you hostage, I would take your spot so you could be free." Santana cut her wife and put the movie on again.

I am so good at this game. I know my wife. But everything I said is true. She's my world and I would do anything to protect my world.

They were both in bed and Santana was very close to sleep. Quinn was sitting, reading with her glasses on while her wife was face down on her pillow with her arm around the blonde's thigh.

Quinn put down the book she was reading and look down at her wife. "Would you date me if I were a worm?"

Such a simple, stupid, classical one but such a deadly one.

All it took was one moment of hesitation, a second too long in my pause, and she had me like a rookie.

Shit.

Hi just popping in with another chapter! Hope everyone is doing great!

Love, A