Hands To Myself (Selena Gomez)

SANTANA'S POV

I held tight to her hand as we made our way down her block. She was in good spirits after I had given her the biggest compliment a pro can give to a novice.

"I can still feel you." I whispered in her ear, and she stopped short.

When she looked at me, lust was in her eyes, and her tongue was sweeping over her lips.

"Are you fucking with me?"

"No...not even a little..."

"I was right. You are a pillow princess." She snickered, and I rolled my eyes.

"Is that what that princess shit was about? And here I thought you were being sweet."

"Of course, I'm being sweet, and I meant it, you're my fucking Princess." She said, stepping in front of me and leaning forward until our noses touched, and I could see the greenish-yellow starbursts in her eyes. She was endlessly beautiful. How is that even fair?

"And you will always be Mi Reina. Thank you for taking such good care of me."

"Anything for you, Princess...don't worry...I won't tell anyone. Your rep is safe with me."

I pulled back and glared at her, but she just smirked even bigger.

"Whatever, Q...I was being nice last night, letting you take me down like that, but best believe I putz it down in the sheets."

She kissed my lips...once, twice... three, four, five times and then pulled away, her smirk gone as she attempted to look serious...even if her eyes were still smiling.

"I know, S. I remember just how good you are...but last night...it felt like you gave me a part of yourself that you've never given to anyone else."

"Yeah, my ass! That was uncharted territory." I scoffed, and she winked at me.

"Wanky." She said to me, and I had to rest my head on her shoulder as I broke into a fit of giggles.

It was easy...just us two on a mild New Year's Day without a care in the world...if only for a moment.

My pride was a little wounded, but it wasn't broken, which was better than I could ever have expected just a few days out from making some terrible decisions.

Thank God for Quinn.

I knew then that I'd do anything for her, no matter how much it hurt.

She was worth it, her and Beth.

I got a text as I followed Q up the steps and stopped short.

Are there really pictures? Can I see them?-Brittany

I felt queasy as I thought of the truth bomb I'd have to drop on Quinn before Brittany told anyone about this.

"Hey, Q?"

She looked so damned content as she looked back at me.

"Yes, love?"

And then I remembered how much I wanted her and how she'd need alcohol to handle this.

I couldn't tell her just yet.

Maybe I'd do it when we went to dinner so that Mami could help?

She was watching me, and I smiled at her.

"Can I have you?" I asked as I finally stepped behind her.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I really enjoyed yesterday in the shower, you taste so fucking sweet."

"Was breakfast not sweet enough?"

"No. Not nearly sweet enough, and that skirt you're wearing has been hiding your gorgeous legs from me this whole morning."

"You sound offended that I'm wearing this."

"Maybe I am. Answer my question."

"Yes, Princess, if you want me, I'm yours."

"Say less."

QUINN'S POV

I could tell she wanted to say something when we were on the front steps but thought better of it.

My heart sank a little when I saw the expression on her face, but then she pivoted.

I knew about using sex as a distraction; I'd been there before with Puck and Asha, but we didn't have to be that way.

And I was going to tell her as much, but then the moment we stepped into the apartment, she pushed the door closed and then pressed her body against mine.

She was smiling...I was smiling...it was the kind of vibe that we needed.

But I was still onto her. "San, wait, we should really talk through some things." I said...trying my best to be the adult in this situation.

She hummed in agreement, but that was while she kissed my jawline and then my neck. Her fingers were dancing over my sides as she sought out the bottom of my dress.

I rested my hands on her shoulders and threw my head back against the door.

"Do you want me to stop?" She asked as her nails scratched up my bare thighs. She stopped her kissing and looked up at me...waiting for me to answer. I was about to, but then her hands rubbed at my hips. I let out a groan, and she snickered. "Just say the word, and I'll stop, mi Reina. Tell me to stop, and I will. Is that what you want?" I was dripping for her, and she knew it.

"We..." I began to say, but then she was lowering herself until she was kneeling at my feet, her hands pulling down my panties as she went.

I was a sucker for her kneeling before me. It felt right.

Santana smiled sweetly at me as I looked down at her. I could see the faux innocence in her eyes and couldn't string my words together.

Fuck, she was good at this seduction thing.

"We?" She asked as she lifted my skirt just over my hips, "Hold this for me?" She asked, handing me the hem like it was no big deal.

Still, I took it in my hands, and she smirked when I obeyed. "Should I stop?" She asked, smiling so viciously and I felt a shudder run through me.

"We can talk later." I said, gripping my dress in one hand and pulling her head forward until her lips were kissing my mound. "I need you now." I whined.

I gripped the mantel and the doorknob as she lifted my leg over her shoulder.

"You're dripping for me. I must have been such a good Princess for you to be so ready for me." She purred, and I nodded.

"Yes, so fucking good."

"I can be even better, mi Reina." She rasped before nibbling on my clit. I was weak...putty in her hands, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Fuck! Yessss, Princess...oh, oh...fuck...SANTANA!" I screamed as I came seconds after she started. Her laughter vibrated through me as she maintained her hold on my clit.

And just like that, I came again.

More laughter...more cumming.

It was embarrassing just how easy these fucking orgasms came...back to back.

What was she trying to prove?

And because she knows me so well, she wouldn't let me get too in my head.

"You keep holding that skirt, I'm going to open my mouth, and you can ride my face. I need you topping me, Captain. Please? Give me only what you can."

I groaned as I gripped the hem in one hand and dug my fingers into her hair, bringing her to my wetness as I used her mouth to get myself off until I couldn't stand.

When I let her go, her face was shining as she stayed on her knees and looked up at me with a shit-eating grin.

"You okay? Q?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Did you still want to talk?"

I shook my head and held my hands down to her, needing to be in her arms right at that moment.

"Talk? Shit, Santana...I can't even move."

She stood to her feet and leaned into me, trapping my body between hers and the door again, and I ground against her.

"Do you want more?" She asked, and I nodded even though I felt like I could pass out at any moment. I mean, it's not like we slept a lot the night before.

"Nap first...then more. Kiss me?"

Her lips tasted like me, and it turned me on even more.

I deepened the kiss, trying to get every bit of my taste from her.

Is that weird? That I like it so much?

It must be...but she doesn't seem to mind as she grips my hips hard enough to leave marks. She's ground against me...and I can't think of ever wanting to be anywhere else but here with her.

"I love you so fucking much." I muttered when I pulled away for air.

"I love you more, Q."

"Remember you said that."

She looked stunned that she hadn't completely thrown me off her scent.

Good because, as much as I enjoyed the orgasms, I couldn't let her fuck me to sleep so that she could go off and get high, not on my watch.

SANTANA'S POV

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, if you want me to refresh that spanking before our nap, then we can wake up and have more sex."

What the fuck was happening?

Had she been that affronted when I made her orgasm so easily?

It was like she went from vixen to viper in 2.5 seconds.

But why?

Did she know I was distracting her?

Did she think it was about drugs?

Fuck, I bet she did.

She raised her eyebrow. "Are you worried that you'll wake up to me searching?"

"Kind of." That hurt, but okay, she wasn't wrong. "Especially after that weird way, you were acting on the front steps."

"Oh."

"I'm not Brittany, you know that, right?" She asked me, and I nodded as I stood there feeling stunned.

"I know."

"And you know that you can tell me anything without worry that I'll take it out on you with a vendetta, right?"

"Yes."

"Good."

"Are you mad at me?" I squeaked.

"Actually, I'm not."

"Then what is this, Q? What's happening?"

"I've known you longer than Brittany ever did. You know me just as well as I know you, so I know when you are comparing me to her, even if you are doing it in your head. I know when you talk to her and when she's done something that makes you want to comply just to make her happy."

"Comply?"

"Despite what she thinks, she doesn't own you. You don't belong to her."

"I know."

"No, apparently, you don't. While your orgasms may belong to me when we are in bed, in the real world, you don't belong to anyone but God. Understand?"

"Q...I'm so fucking thrown off right now."

"Good. Maybe that will keep you from lying to me."

"Lying?"

"It's a new year, Santana. I know I said we couldn't be together, but let's be honest, we have been acting like a couple, haven't we?"

"Yes. I didn't think that was a problem."

"It's not; in fact, I was thinking that we could do a test run and decide before Beth gets home if we make it official. Would you like that, Princess?"

Was she testing me?

"I would like that...as long as you're okay with me still being married."

"You're not married. You're separated. Words have power."

"Right. I'm separated."

"If you want us to do this test run, we need to get all the lies out right now, understand."

"Yes."

"Good."

She kissed my face and then gripped my ass. "And if you ever want to seduce me again, remember that my back isn't what it used to be, and make sure I'm lying down."

I leaned against her, wrapping my arms around her waist to steady her, even though she'd been resting against the door.

Then I realized her whole tirade had been while she leaned against the door and didn't move a muscle.

"Your back is hurting?"

"Yes."

"Can you walk?"

"Yeah, but when my back spasms like it is right now, it's best that I sit down for a bit."

That was all I needed to hear as I held her tightly and lifted her. "Put your legs around my waist, and I'll carry you to bed."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

She clung to me as I held her in my arms in the same way I'd seen her hold Beth.

"You know, you could have just told me to carry you. You didn't have to scare me like that."

"Sorry, I was just upset that you tried to distract me with sex, and then my back started aching, and I couldn't think rationally."

QUINN'S POV

She got me settled in bed and then moved around like a mother hen as she got me medicine and water.

There was a shake of her hands, and I knew that I couldn't fall asleep just yet, no matter how tired I was.

When she walked out of the room, I could see her mumbling to herself, and I tried to get up to follow, but my back was cramped.

Shit.

I heard her moving around, and then she quieted.

Then I heard a sniff.

"Santana?"

She rushed into the room, her eyes wide as she kept a hand in her pocket.

I was immediately suspicious.

"Yes, Q?"

"What do you have?"

"Huh?"

"You're carrying something."

"No, I'm not."

"You're lying."

She looked at her hand and then at me. Her face got pale, and then she had tears in her eyes.

"I didn't mean to...it was just there. I thought you got rid of it. I felt it under my foot when I was coming back in here." She mumbled as she looked at her palm.

I held my hand out, "Give it to me."

"But it's not even a lot, Q."

She sniffed, and I was immediately looking for blood, but her face was normal, even though she kept rubbing her nose. When she caught me looking, she dropped her head, but it was too late for that.

"Did you get any?"

Another shrug.

"The last time you shrugged at me, I broke my favorite wine glass, so please, Princess, use your words."

"Maybe." I sighed because I could tell that my yelling was the last thing that she needed.

"Was this because of me snapping at you?"

She looked shocked and shook her head. "No."

"My palm is still empty."

She placed the small vial in my palm, the same one from the day she'd first told me about the drugs.

"I'm sorry."

"Well, I guess that test run has gone to shit."

She dropped her head. "I'm not good enough for you or Beth."

"You're right."

The shock on her face and the hurt in her eyes nearly broke me. "I wasn't planning this, okay? I thought I was doing good. I was good, wasn't I?"

She looked so confused and hurt.

"You were marvelous, but like this, you aren't worthy."

"But I want to be."

I'm not sure what came over me, but I thought I'd take a chance, at least until Wednesday. "And you will be. This was a minor setback. I need you to strip down and get in this bed."

"Really?"

"Don't make me repeat myself."

"Can I pee first?"

"Strip first."

I watched hungrily as she stripped her clothes off. I wanted to make sure she didn't have anything stuffed in a pocket before she went into the bathroom.

The strip tease served a dual purpose, but she didn't need to know that.

When she smirked at me as she slid off her belt, I held my hand out for it.

She froze but then gave it to me.

"I'm sorry." She said, and I nodded.

"I know, finish up."

She went into the bathroom and knew better than to close the door.

Thankfully.

I felt so tired and knew that I needed sleep, but I didn't trust her not to go looking for more.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Pop, where are you guys?"

"We just left the chocolate place that you suggested. It was great. We were thinking of seeing more sites. What's up?"

"I know it's early, and we agreed to dinner..." I started to say but then Santana walked into the room, with her eyes looking dazed. "What did you take?" I asked her, and she shook her head.

"You called my parents?" She said, looking so hurt but I needed the help.

"Put her on the phone."

I held the phone out to her, and she shook her head. "No."

"Do it if you want any chance of an us, Santana."

She still stood there, looking so stuck, so I put it on speaker.

"Tata?"

"Yes?" She whimpered.

"How close?"

"Not that close, Papi. It was an accident, I swear."

"We are on our way."

"Papi, no, please, I'm okay. Please?" She squeaked like she was terrified of him.

I'd never seen her like this.

"We love you, Tata. All three of us just want the best for you. I need you to tell us what happened."

Santana looked at me then, "I tried to tell you outside, but I didn't have a drink or anything to give you." She said, and I knew then that this was about my rape.

"Right. I think she needs to talk to me alone, but then Pop, I think Santana needs some air while I talk to Maribel. Can you still come?"

Santana was nodding her head.

"We can be there in about ten minutes. We'll wander for a bit. Text us when you're ready. If you change your mind and want to just talk at dinner, that's fine too."

"Thanks."

SANTANA'S POV

"I didn't take anything. Not in the bathroom anyway." I admitted to her once the phone call ended.

"Come over here, San, we don't have a lot of time. I need to touch you."

I climbed into the bed and crawled towards her, feeling both sexy and ashamed.

"I never wanted to tell you this because I didn't want you to feel like I saw you as anything less than the baddest bitch in the galaxy." I said, and she raised her eyebrow.

"Even though it's about my rape. I can still be the baddest bitch in the galaxy. I can't give what Brittany did power over me. It doesn't take away anything from me unless I let it, and I refuse to do that."

"You're right. I still think you're the baddest bitch, for the record."

"Good."

"You know, Q. I wish we could put it behind us, but shit keeps cropping up." She nodded, looking nauseous, but kept her eyes steady on mine.

"I know, so just tell me, that way we can go back to enjoying our time together."

"Okay." She took a deep breath and then launched right into it, "When we were trying to get Whitney to understand the severity of what Brittany did to you. Papi was trying to get Whitney to stop fighting me so much, so he showed her your pictures from that night."

"Oh, and even with seeing them, she's still being difficult?"

"Yes. I saw them too, Q."

I watched the terror in her eyes, and then she nodded. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"No, I needed to see it. I couldn't be with her after that. I felt a spark of pity after she had her stroke, but then I saw those pictures, and I knew I couldn't back down from the divorce."

"Good. That was months ago, though."

I grabbed my phone and showed her the message from Britt.

"She wants to see them."

"Fuck."

"Her mind is still half gone, she is just getting her memories back and doesn't feel connected to anything she did."

"I wish I had that luxury."

"She asked me right as we were coming inside, I panicked."

"And that's why you tried to distract me."

"Yeah."

"Don't do that anymore, even if you are worried about how I'll take it; I need you to tell me anyway."

"Are you sure?"

"If the alternative is you choosing to numb yourself rather than tell me the truth, then yes, tell me. I'm a big girl. I can handle it."

"Okay. I'm sorry."

"Good. So am I. Instead of getting you to tell me, I lashed out. Your parents told me about you being suicidal, and I should have been more aware that I was pushing you to the edge."

I was winded when she said that.

"They told you?"

"Yes."

"Fuck." I didn't want her to see me that way. "I'm better now, Q. I'm not going to kill myself. I have so much to live for. I'm not going anywhere."

"Promise me."

"I promise. I won't leave you or Beth. You're stuck with me."

"Good."

"Promise me that when I come down completely and my parents are back at their hotel, you'll put me in my place again. I don't care how bruised my ass looks."

"Well, I do."

"I need correction, Q. It's going to take time to stick, please, Reina?"

That nickname was quickly becoming my kryptonite, but turnabout was fair play, if I could call her Princess at will, then she can call me her queen.

"I did that yesterday, and it doesn't seem like it worked."

"It is working because of those spankings. There was something left in that vial when I gave it to you. I had a taste, but I don't want another. I just want you."

"Until you don't."

I laid over her lap and gave her the belt.

"You're not sober."

"I don't care, do it."

"San, I don't know."

"Do it. I consent."

I felt so ashamed and guilty. It was the first time that I wanted Brittany instead of Quinn, but only for a moment.

Quinn wasn't Brittany; she wasn't going to punish me just because I begged for it, unlike Britt, who punished me even when I didn't deserve it.

I kept waiting for the belt, but instead, her hand pushed my thighs apart. "You're soaked." She mumbled.

"Yeah."

"Spread your legs wider." She growled, so I did.

I was laying over her lap with her hand firmly on my ass when I heard her talking again, but it wasn't to me.

"Hey, Pop, on second thought, I think later would be better. I'm sorry for the confusion, but Santana just told me about the pictures." I hissed when she squeezed my ass but didn't make another sound. "How about we make dinner and you two can come over for that. I'd really like you to see my place, and if any heavy talks happen, there are no other witnesses." There was silence, and then she chuckled. "Yes, I'm sure. You know me well, then. Okay, I'll see you two around 6."

She'd called off my parents?

Why?

Once she was done with the call, I was about to ask her why she'd canceled her plans when I felt a sharp sting to my clit and moaned.

"I'm sorry." I whimpered.

"I just bought us about five hours. I need to fuck you, but my back is still sore, so I want you to pamper me. Massages, orgasms, and apologies."

"Okay."

"And you don't get to orgasm until I say so."

"Fuck." I groaned when she rubbed gentle circles around my clit, occasionally dipping her fingers inside of me. "Please...I'm sorry."

"No. That's not the kind of apology I want, Santana. You had the opportunity to prove to me that you are committed to being sober, and you wasted it."

"It was just a taste, not even a full snort." This time when she slapped my clit, I bit my lip and grunted.

"Do you want me to let you go, San?"

"No!"

"Britt can have you back. I can move on."

"Please, I can't lose you." I sounded so fucking pathetic, and I should have remembered how much she detested sniveling.

"Enough! I can't take the whining. Begging is one thing. Desperation over losing me when I'm right here with you is unacceptable." She said and then began spanking my wetness as I whimpered and moaned in her lap.

I was on edge, panting, and needing release when she finally stopped. "What...what can I do? Tell me, Q, and I'll do it."

"Pamper me. Naked. Clean, do laundry, rub my feet, do my toes...I need you to take all the attention you put towards Brittany and drugs and turn it towards me."

"Okay."

I'd do anything to get Q to see I wasn't an addict and that it was her that I wanted.

There were worse things I could do.

I was sweaty and sticky, and I'm pretty sure I smelled as I continued to scrub the toilet.

The bathroom had been the last room to clean in the apartment. The only place I hadn't touched was Beth's room because it would be weird to be in there naked.

Quinn agreed.

It'd been three hours of pampering her while also cleaning like I was her little bitch. In the last hour of my cleaning, she'd left the apartment, taking the vial with her, promising that when she came back, my punishment would be over.

By the time I was finished in the bathroom, she was back, humming to herself while she unpacked the groceries.

"Reina?" I called out to her from the doorway of her bedroom, and she turned to look at me with a soft smile.

"Yes, Princess?"

"I'm done."

"It smells amazing in here, I see you have the meat marinating for dinner as well."

"Yes, it's Papi's favorite. You're okay with me cooking, right? I think my parents need to see that I'm okay. I know they are thinking the worst. I need to give them hope."

"Of course. I get that, San. "

"Is there anything else you need, or can I shower?"

She looked me over, eyes skimming over my naked body, and then she grinned.

"Actually, S, I stopped on the way home...I bought you a few things."

I could feel the happiness radiate through me. A girl loved rewards for good behavior, and I'd been being my best self for hours.

"Really?"

"Yes."

I smiled at her, but she looked at me with a wicked grin.

Oh shit, what was she up to?

"What is it?"

She reached into her reusable shopping bag and handed me a black plastic bag with a smirk. "My hands got tired yesterday, so I got this strap so I can try that position again with a little help."

I felt my body clench.

"What else did you get."

"Look in the bag."

I opened the bag, "You got more than a strap-on." I muttered.

"Yes."

I looked up at her as I felt myself get wet. "How far into BDSM did you get, Q?" My voice came out in a squeak when I pulled out nipple clamps...wait, was that a plug?

"I got pretty far. I was told I'd make a good dominatrix. I don't disagree. I've always been a bit sadistic."

I chuckled, "That's an understatement."

When she let out a growl, I bit my lip as I looked at her.

Okay, maybe I had underestimated her.

"Tonight, you'll be wearing those clamps and that plug until I'm ready for you."

"With my parents here?"

"Yes. I need you to learn to control yourself. What better way than to put you in a situation where you have no choice but to hold yourself together."

"That's a little fucked up, don't you think? It's bad enough that they know about the spanking. I mean, I know I have a masochistic streak, but I thought my punishment was over."

Her smile dropped. "Are you rejecting my gifts, S? I thought you'd like this. I thought I picked tame things."

"This is tame to you?"

"Unless this isn't enough, do you need me to show you how sadistic I can be, Princess?"

She was toying with me, but I didn't want to push her.

"No, I'm just confused."

"Then ask me. I love communication so much that I got a minor in it, so talk to me."

"Am I still punished?"

She'd been standing in the kitchen all that time, but when I dropped my walls and asked that question, she finally came over to me and pressed her cool palms to my face.

"No, Princess, you fucked up, well, almost fucked up. I spanked you a bit. You gave me a great foot rub, back massage and pedicure. This place smells and looks great, and you're making dinner. You more than made up for it."

"Then why...why the clamps?"

"Do you not consent?"

"I do consent. I just want to know why."

"Because Britt took your autonomy, San."

I shrugged, then remembered how she hated that, so I spoke up instead. "She took yours too, Q."

"Yes, but we handle things differently."

"How so?"

"By the time I saw you in November, you were a ghost of your former self. You forgot how flawless you are and how much of a top you can be. I'm giving you the opportunity to gain some control back. You can handle this. I know you can. Don't worry. You'll get to have as many orgasms as you want as long as you're wearing your new toys."

"Promise?"

She leaned in and kissed me, then pulled back with a grin. "I promise."

QUINN'S POV

I knew I was taking a risk by making her suffer through dinner, but one thing I knew about my best friend was that she loved a challenge that had a good reward.

Especially if the reward was orgasms.

When we were in the shower, and she was clean again, she rubbed soap into my skin while dropping kisses on my face.

"I love you, Q."

"I love you too, S."

"I know that you're not her. That's part of the appeal."

I rolled my eyes. "Seriously?"

"I mean it. When I was with her, I kept wanting you, but when I'm with you, I don't want anyone else."

"But you want drugs."

"Not like I used to. I will do whatever I have to for your trust, Q. If you want to live out your BDSM fantasies these next few days, I trust you with my life. I trust you to check in. I do need control back, but I also need to be able to trust the person that I'm with."

"How do you want me to handle that?"

"I get to say no."

"Well, that's a given."

She looked absolutely stunned.

"San? Hello?" I waved my hand in front of her face.

She waved my hand away, gripped my face and kissed me breathless.

When she pulled back, she grinned. "I never really felt like I could say no. Not really."

"Well, you can with me unless you're being punished in a way we agree with."

"Even then, you're giving me autonomy?"

"Yes."

"Fuck, I love you."

"I know, I'm pretty awesome, right?"

"Yes, you goober."

"I love you too. Now, let's get out of this shower so I can decorate you with your new toys, Princess."

"Wait, you want me to wear that stuff while I cook?"

"Yes. Do you consent?"

"Yes, Q. Please?"

"Say less."

"That's it, Princess, ride me." I groaned when she worked her hips over mine. I'd just eased that plug into her, and she said she wanted to feel full, so now she was riding the strap while I ran my hands over her thighs, her breasts, and her hips.

"Oh God, Q, I don't know if I can…oh God."

I slapped her ass when she slowed down.

"Your parents will be here in two hours. It will take an hour to cook and get another shower, so keep fucking moving, Princess. I'm almost there."

"Keep slapping my ass, I need…fuck…please?" She begged, so I slapped her ass while she rocked harder against me.

"Oh, Princess, I'm close…fuck…just like that, don't stop rocking."

She was moaning like a bitch in heat, and I was enjoying the show.

It was pornographic the way she was moaning, but then I pinched her clit as I came, and she gave a shout and started panting.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Quinn!" She said, finally going still after we came together.

She slid off my body and then groaned.

"You okay?"

"Forgot about the new toy, fuck I'm still full."

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

"Will you be able to handle it through dinner?"

"As long as you don't use the app, I know it has. I saw the package. I don't think I can handle that just yet."

"I'm not that cruel, not while your parents are here. I would be too afraid they'd hear the vibration."

"Thank God."

"But I will be using it in the future."

"Fuck." She groaned and then kissed my shoulder. "How's your back?"

"It aches, but I'm fine. Laying down helps. You'll need to take this strap off me, though."

"Okay, once I can feel my legs, I'll get right to it."

By the time Maribel and Antonio walked through the door, Santana was looking fuckable in one of her short dresses, with her hair blown out.

It was a return to a look she hadn't worn in years, and I could tell her parents looked relieved to see her looking well.

For all they knew, she'd look like a junkie.

When her father gave her a bear hug, I heard her yelp as her sore nipples were crushed in the hug.

Antonio had been talking to Maribel at the time and hadn't noticed, but I had, and so had Maribel because she only gave Santana a cheek kiss instead of a hug.

Santana beamed when her parents praised her cooking, and then when Maribel asked to have a word with me, San didn't protest about going on a nighttime stroll with her father.

I was so fucking proud of her, and that night I was going to show her just how much.

"You're in love with my daughter." Maribel said, with a smirk, "I'm happy that you finally stopped running from your feelings."

"What do you mean?"

"Back when I visited you after your hold. Remember our talk about self-sabotage?"

"Right! You were about to tell me something about Santana."

"I was about to talk about how you run from good things, like your feelings for Santana, but she was married at the time. It didn't feel appropriate."

"I'm not running anymore. I love Santana. I'm in love with her. These drugs terrify me, but I am going to stick by her."

"That's admirable."

"But?" I asked, knowing that she wasn't going to sugarcoat this, especially since this was her daughter we were talking about.

"I need you to make a promise to yourself that you will acknowledge when a situation is beyond domestic discipline and needs professional intervention."

"Like when I put myself on a hold?"

"Precisely, but Santana isn't you, Quinn. You got yourself in check and put yourself on the hold. I don't know if my daughter has the wherewithal to do that."

"You underestimate her."

"I don't. Maybe she'll have the potential one day again. I know she had it as a young girl, but when she met Brittany, that willpower left her."

"As did her self-preservation." I added, and she nodded.

"You sound like a therapist already, Quinn. I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks, Maribel, that means a lot to me."

"I just know it does. I'm trusting my daughter to you, Quinn. Hold her accountable. There's only so much leniency because of Beth."

"I agree."

"Good." She shifted on the sofa and then picked up her glass of wine. "I was so concerned with how she'd look when we got here, but she looked so happy."

"I'm glad. She's not where she needs to be, but we are making progress."

"Even though she had a slip-up?"

"Yes. She hadn't sought out the temptation, but she was faced with it and panicked. I hate that she had a taste, but you know what, I've left her here for long stretches, and she's never gone looking. She's stayed clean. She was also clean during Christmas for days. I don't think she's as far gone as I have been."

"So there's hope for my baby girl?"

It was almost like I was now acting as Maribel's therapist, and it felt really good that she was being open with me.

I didn't realize how much I needed that level of trust.

"Of course, Maribel. You showed me trust and understanding, and now I get to do the same for Santana. So, thank you."

"Should we come back?" Antonio's voice came from the front door.

"No, Papi, we have ice cream. You know that shrinks can talk all day. They have to be cut off. They've talked enough."

Santana was getting cranky; she was probably sore, and the cold weather probably wasn't helping the metal that was attached to her nipples.

"Actually, Tonito, I think we are going to head out and give the girls their space."

"But we got ice cream!" He said, and she gave him a look.

They were totally doing it.

Santana didn't notice, but I sure did. When I looked at Maribel, she winked and gave me a slight shake of her head.

I nodded and then walked them to the door.

Once it was closed, I took a moment to let the happiness cover me before turning around.

Santana was standing there in just her heels, having stripped off her dress and panties.

"Please, Q?"

"How do you want me, S?"

"I don't fucking care, just touch me and don't stop until I pass out. For the love of God, I almost had an orgasm when the wind blew a certain way. I want it all. Everything you've got, Reina, please?"

"Say less."