Get UP! Don't cha wanna? Get UP! This time ya gotta, GET UP! Girl get up on the floor! GET Up! Time is Wastin', Get UP, asses shaking, GET Up, Girl, get up on the floor!

"What the hell?" Santana protested, burying herself further into Quinn's side. She momentarily paused, registering Quinn's body tucked into hers, and she gave a soft sigh of contentment; the past two nights had been nothing but pure torture and she'd hated every minute of them. She tightened her hold on her. "Whatisthat?"

Get UP! Don't cha wanna? Get UP! This time ya gotta, GET UP! Girl get up on the floor!"Hey," Santana protested when Quinn moved from beneath her arm to turn off that infernal racket that was assaulting her ears.

"Hey, Mercedes,"

Santana reluctantly opened an eye. "Babe, tell her to fuck off, and come back to bed!" Quinn waved her away, telling her to go back to sleep. "Oh, no, sweetie, I'm sorry. Why didn't you call me sooner? No, it's fine, of course we can talk."

Santana briefly quirked an eyebrow, but then decided that she didn't care and closed her eyes again. Her body didn't seem to agree that she didn't care, because it refused to let her go back to sleep without Quinn's body beside her, so she half listened to Quinn's side of the call.

"He was a jerk anyway….he wasn't the one…oh God, don't even kid about that. That's not funny…I'm not ready for that to happen. And no more unexpected births!"

Santana wasn't sure because she was only getting one side of the conversation, and sine Quinn was doing her best to whisper she was only able to catch snippets, but from what she gathered Mercedes had just broken up with her latest boyfriend. And judging by what she heard, like he had just broken up with her moments before she called Quinn. Santana checked the clock. It was 1:13. From Santana's experiences (not she had ever done that), that meant that he'd either broke up with her right before he had sex with another woman, or write after they had had sex. Knowing how reluctant and conservative Mercedes was when it came to sex made it an especially low blow. Poor Mercedes.

Santana got out of the bed and walked over to where Quinn was sitting on the window seat. "Can I see the phone?"

Quinn sent her a warning glare.Trust me, Santana mouthed. "Hold on Mercedes, Santana wants to talk to you." Reluctantly, Santana handed the phone over.

"Wheeze, where's he hang out on the weekends?"

"Downtown."

"What club, what place does he frequent?"

"The Back Door Lounge."

"Is he usually there on Friday nights?"

Mercedes sniffled. God, she'd been crying. "Most of the time."

"If I promise you that he won't have a very good weekend this weekend, can you postpone this conversation for a couple of hours so the wife and I can get some sleep?"

"You're not going to get someone to beat him up like you did with Finn and Brody are you?"

Santana wondered who told her about Finn and Brody. "No."

She could just imagine Mercedes wiping her eyes. "Because if you did, I would be okay with that."

Santana laughed softly. "I'll keep that in mind. 'Cedes, I'm sorry he broke up with you, especially like this. He was a tool."

"But I reallylikedhim. I thought he was the one."

"Seriously, 'Cedes, he was a complete tool. None us liked him. Like, no one. Even," she looked at her raptly listening wife, and decided not to say the name, "didn't like him. And this person usually likes everyone. He wasn't good enough for you."

There was an empty pause on the line. "Thanks, San," she said, sounded entirely genuine.

Santana winked a wink she couldn't see. "So, Friday. And when he calls you next week, whatever you do, do not fall for any of his bullshit, because I promise I will do you bodily harm if you get back with him."

"He's not going to," she said, sadly.

"Trust me, he will." It was the calling card of daters like him. Forever distracted by the next pretty face, but as soon as that pretty face was gone, they always went back. If Mercedes took him back, he would just keep doing this dance, and then Santana would have to break his legs. Or get someone else to do it. "So can we get some sleep, and Quinn will call you in the morning?"

"Yeah."

"Will you be okay?"

"Yea, I'm just going to go to bed. Tell Quinn I'll call her in the morning?"

"I will, night."

She handed Quinn the phone back, once the call was ended. "She'll call you. Can we go back to bed now?"

"What're you going to do to that guy?"

"Me? Nothing at all. Bed?"

Quinn sighed. "I guess." Santana sent out two text messages before, she got into bed, and with Quinn secure on the bed, she fell back asleep.

"Puck, no don't go down there. Abort, abort!" Santana watched as Puck stupidly went down the troll path, and predictably ended up getting attacked by a clan of dwarfs. Santana just let her avatar stand there for a second, watching. "I really should just let you die," she said.

"Don't be cruel. Come on, San," Puck whined. "I've only got two more lives left until tomorrow. If I lose them, we're done for the day!"

Her hands were tied. "Fine, I'm coming."

She raced her character down the hidden path, using her precious invisibility to get past the troll guard, before rushing into the mass of dwarfs who were attacking him. Santana was in the process of dragging him away, and fighting off the dwarfs, when Quinn walked through the door. "What the hell is this?" Quinn questioned, eyeing the condition of Santana's living room which had been spotless 24 hour earlier. Santana froze with her sword in the air. Pixies rushed her from nowhere, and she got taken out by a semi-automatic carrying evil clown.

"Flopez," Puck demanded in her ear piece, "what happened?"

"Wife just got home," she explained.

Puck grunted, the cursor hovering over restarting the adventure. "So, does this mean you're out then? Oh, and tell baby mama I said hi."

"Not sure. Give me a sec." Santana gave Quinn a quick kiss. "Puck says 'hi'. How was your day, baby?"

Quinn didn't answer, looking around the room, before looking Santana over. "What in the world are you wearing?"

Santana moved the mike a little away from her mouth. She struck a pose, proudly displaying the costume. "It's my Kari rain-warrior ceremonial dress."

"Oh, no way! You're fully decked out, San?" Puck questioned excitedly. "Dude you've got to send pictures!"

"Can't," Santana told her friend, "I'm not wearing a shirt."

"Send them now! Hey, wait, didn't you chew me out a couple of days ago because I wasn't wearing a shirt when you called?"

"Are you complaining?"

"Oh, right. So pic?"

"I'm pretty sure my wife wouldn't like that too much." Quinn's expression confirmed that. "And I definitely am not cool with you having a half-naked image of me."

"Well, boo, but I bet it looks awesome! Are you in full face paint too?"

"It does look awesome, and no. I ran out of all of my purple eye shadow. I think Quinn's been using it. Hey, I didn't even tell you: I got the special sword that hooks up to the controller and the movement pad."

"Oh, my god, I married a complete dork," Quinn mumbled.

"Really?" Puck said at the same time. "Legit."

"Hold on, Puck, wife's giving me eyes."

Quinn rolled her eyes at Santana, then, and smiled. "No, I'm not giving you eyes, Santana. Go back to playing your game. I'm going to get out of these clothes and take a bath."

"Long day?" Santana asked with concern.

Quinn sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. "The longest. You know what would be awesome?"

"What's that?"

"If after I get finished taking a nice, hot, relaxing bath, someone could come give me a massage and help me get some of these knots out."

"That would be awesome," Santana agreed. "Do you think you can find one of those masseuses who do those happy endings? I'd like to watch."

"Still here," Puck reminded her.

"Still married," Santana returned.

Quinn gave her a look. "I'll leave you to your game."

Santana watched her walk away, momentarily forgetting what she was doing, and wondering why she wasn't following after her. In her ear Puck knowingly said, "I used to enjoy watching her leave, too."

She turned back into the present. "Listen, Noah, no part of my wife's goods are you allowed to gawk at, or touch, and that includes in your head. Don't make me castrate you."

"Whatevs. So are we doing this or what?"

"We can restart the quest but I'll probably just sign out as soon as Quinn comes out the bath."

"God, you're whipped."

"I'm nowhere close to being whipped," Santana returned. "And besides the only reason you're still playing is because Shelly's at work. If she were still there, you'd be rushing after her to see if there was anything you could do."

Noah made the cracked sound in her ear in response. Santana pressed start and hoped that there were some flying monkeys ready to descend on Puck.

The duo had just made it to the wild scrolling west hills when Quinn finished with her bath. She came back dressed in loose sleep pants and a tank. "You come to watch me dominate this?" Santana questioned. She switched over to the regular game controller so she could sit down on the couch. She patted her lap, reaching for Quinn. "I'm not going to watch you play a video game."

"Why not? You know you want to." Quinn looked like she wasn't sure what propelled her forward, but she took a seat in Santana's lap. Her wife's arms instantly adjusted around her, holding her tightly. She kissed her back. "You smell good," she complimented. Puck! There's an Imperial Scout advancing on your right flank. Be careful of him!"

"How long are you going to be on this game?"

"Dunno."

"Did you cook?"

Santana worked her controller desperately. "Are you watching him, Puck? No; haven't had a chance to get around to it. I've been on the game."

"How long have you been home?"

"It's Tuesday, babe. Puck, he's about to break into your defenses!"

Puck shot off a fire bomb. "Totally got this, Flopez."

"YouknowTuesdays game night with Puck." Santana's eyes rolled around to take in Quinn. "I guess I'm calling this one, Puck. Redo, tomorrow? You get off post at 15:00 right?"

"Yea." Santana remembered that tomorrow was Wednesday, which meant she would be at Quinn's, and away from her system. "What about Thursday?"

"No, we're doing preparation drills on Thursday."

"Damn, well, we'll just have to wait until next Tuesday. Lates!"

He made the cracked whip sound. "I am not!" Santana hissed.

"Keep telling yourself that," he joked.

"X: Out." She said, clearly. The game turned off, and she had that hollow sound in her ear that meant she was alone.

Santana turned her attentions to Quinn now that the game was off. "You smell really good, babe." She kissed her again, starting to work her hands along Quinn's back. "How was your bath?"

"Good," Quinn answered. "Can you get that spot further up," Santana's hands moved. "Right there?"

"Yeah, oh man that feels so good. San, why were you playing a video game half naked with the camera on?"

"M'not half naked. I'm in ceremonial garb. And it's not a camera, it's a motion sensor. Well, I guess it's also a camera, but it wasn't turned on. Trust me; Puck is the last person I would want in possession of me, in my bra and garb, wielding my sword of Hiclix."

"You're what and…what?"

"Sword of Hiclix," Santana repeated, showing her the sword/controller. Quinn shook her head, because seriously, never expected this to be a scene and conversation she would have with Santana.

"Why is it that you become progressively dumber whenever you're around Puck?"

Santana snorted. "I seriously take offense to that! Knights of Adventure Lost Run takes strategic planning and serious forethought."

"You act like you're two 12 year old boys when you get around each other, and apparently when you're on the phone together, too."

"No,heacts like a 12 year old boy; I act like a 12 year old girl who likes to do cool things like climb trees, and make mud pies, and wear pretty dresses while I'm doing them." Santana shrugged. "Me and Puck together are like the pseudobiceros hancockanus;you know when they penis fence and what not?"

Santana may as well have grown two heads and a tail from the look Quinn gave her. "Okay. I have no idea what you said. Did you just call yourself a fake bi curious handcock with an anus and a penis? I've been between your legs, San, and you don't have a penis."

A very tender look settled on Santana's face. "Pseudo biceros han cockanus," she said pronouncing the words more slowly this time, as if the pronunciation had been the problem in the first place. "Come on Ms. Yale, put that Ivy League education to work for you. Pseudo meaning false, yes, so you got one right, bi = two, ceros = horns," Santana held up a hand. "You know what? Forget that. It's a type of flatworm." (A really pretty one, actually).

Santana mimicked the voice of their 9thgrade Biology teacher. "Flatworms, as you know, are hermaphroditic. These particular ones, when it's mating time, two of them come together, and they whip it out and 'fence' with their organs. When one of them succeeds in penetrating the other, the other flatworm, who was sexless up until that moment, then becomes female, while the one who won the fight becomes male."

Quinn's look grew even more confused. "And this pertains to you and Puckhow? Please don't say it's because you and Puck fought, and he won, so you…nope, I just don't get it. I don't get this analogy."

"It's a metaphor. See, my mind is like this highly functioning awesomeness machine that's constantly going at like a 100 miles per hour when I'm alone, which can be tiring, so when I'm around someone else, it becomes this blank slate. Like the flatworms. So when Puck and I "penis lance", and I mean that only as a metaphor, since my mind has worked harder and is more tired, he wins, I get stuck, and my personality changes. Since he's like a 12 year old boy, my 12 year old comes out. Just like when I'm around Berry, my Broadway baby comes out, when I'm around you my inner bitch comes out, when I'm around Kurt, well we're already so much alike there's little changing to be done, but you get the idea. Or, to say it simply, Puck's fun, I like having fun with him, and luckily enough we share the same kind of fun: girls, liquor, and adventure gaming."

"You know you really could have said that without referring to the whole bi-curious anus flatworm."

Santana gave her a kiss. "Psudeobiceros hancockanus and 99% of the time, I do. Should I put Sex and the City on for you?"

Quinn paused, hesitantly. "Umm can we talk for a second first?"

"Sure," Santana said.

"Remember yesterday when we talked about being on the same page?"

Just then the doorbell rang. Santana gratefully jumped up. "Dinner," Santana said eagerly. "What's that look for?" Santana questioned on her return.

"I want to talk about being on the same page."

Santana frowned slightly. "What, you want dinner, here's dinner. I have hunted down the beast and speared him for you, babe."

"I just think that when you're home first, on Monday, Tuesdays, and Thursdays, you can throw something together for dinner."

"You like take-out."

"And it's fine, every now and then. I don't want it every day of the week."

"I made chicken tetrazzini yesterday!"

"That was guilt food."

"No, it wasn't, Q. I wasn't the one feeling guilty."

Quinn sighed. "Can you at least hear what I'm saying? It's not about food, it's about keeping both of the places neat, and taking turns with the laundry, and-,"

Santana held up a hand, not wanting Quinn to get worked up. "And trying. I got it, and I will try, babe? Okay?"

Santana watched Quinn checking her face trying to figure out if she was serious. "Thank you," she responded.

"No prob. Just respect that Tuesday is game night, and if you happen to come home and I'm wearing my Kari ceremonial garb or my Forde of Niliam armor, you're not allowed to say anything about it."

"Ford of…whoareyou?"

"Whatever, I'm totally cool, you're just too lame to realize it."

Quinn rolled her eyes, but then she smiled. "Well, you do look pretty hot in that…"

"Kari rain-warrior ceremonial garb."

"That," Quinn said, kissing her.

"Totally sexy."

Quinn leaned forward. "Oh…totally," she said, in a very nice valley girl impression. "For sure."Santana leaned forward slightly to connect her lips to Quinn's. In the same movement, Quinn pulled lightly on her hips to get her to sink lower onto the couch. "You're totally trying to top me again," Santana sing-songed.

"Don't pretend you don't like being on the bottom."

Santana hooked her leg around Quinn's, trapping it. She flipped the two of them over so that Santana was now on top. "A Kari warrior is never on the bottom!" She let out a war cry that had Quinn giggling beneath her at the sheer silliness of the moment.

They kissed, Santana moving slowly and taking her time, until she felt that all too familiar sensation pooling in her belly, and she remembered that they hadn't yet had make-up sex, and then she remembered why. "We can't do this," Santana said, trying to pull back. Quinn wouldn't let her go. She was kissing her in that way, and Santana had trouble remembering why exactly she shouldn't give in.

"You're on your-,"

Quinn pulled her back down on top of her. "Then let me," she husked, her hand slipping underneath the happily yielding waistband of Santana's wari rain…whatever. A soft groan escaped her lips. "You know…," Quinn's teeth got a hold of her lips, and her fingers were teasing the tender skin of her hips. "I don't like not,"

Quinn tugged lightly on her underwear, so the thin cloth slipped in between Santana's folds, brushing against her most sensitive spot. "I guess we've found the rain." Santana's hips jerked, downward. "Recip…," Quinn thrust upwards so that her hips met Santana's. "procating."

"Geez, you're so wet," Quinn gushed. Santana nodded, clearly losing the fight. "For me?"

"Ye-yeah."

"What do you want me to do, Santana?"

Quinn's words returned Santana's focus. "Unh unh," Santana said, at the same time she pulled Quinn's teasing hand from her waistband, and reached for the other before Quinn could figure out what she was doing. She pinned her hands above her head. Santana was sure the position was probably a little uncomfortable, but she didn't hear Quinn complaining about it. Actually, Quinn looked up at her kind of fearfully, and Santana didn't really know why until she realized how intently she was staring down at Quinn. Right…back it up a little Santana, she reminded herself.

"It's not about what you get to do, Quinn," she taunted, teasing. She kept reminding herself to not look down at Quinn so fiercely, but she couldn't seem to look away from her. "It is what this young, virile, warrior will allow you to do in order to please your mistress."

"Should you have used virile?" Quinn questioned.

Santana pulled back an inch, not enough to let Quinn go, but just to give her some room. "What's wrong with virile?"

"It's a male adjective."

"It means having a strong sex drive, strength, and vigor, which is perfectly apropos in this situation."

"In relation to a male."

"No, just in general. Implied relation to a male does not mean a literal relation to a male."

"I'm almost certain it'sliterallyin relation to a male. Like 'vir'meansmale.

"Gah, are we really having this conversation right now?"

"It's not my fault that you didn't pay enough attention in English. Guess we know why I had the higher SAT scores!"

"A Kari warrior knows not of this SAT that you talk about, nor will it allow such back talk from a common citizen! Hush now, until I command you to speak!"

Santana let Quinn's hands go so that she could beat on her chest. After ascertaining that Quinn wasn't wearing one of her favorite shirts, she decided to rip it off, which wasn't as easy as it looked on television, but she persevered, and the shirt ended up as scraps on the floor. "That was kind of hot," Quinn said, flustered.

"Kind of?" Santana demanded. She would have attempted to rip the bra, too, but Quinn was really fond of this one, so she just roughly pulled down her shoulders, just enough to expose skin, but otherwise leaving it on. Santana's face lowered, to lick at her breasts. "A kari warrior takes no prisoners!"

Santana bit roughly on her exposed nipple. Quinn gasped, them moaned, then repeated, when Santana did the same thing to the other breast. Santana never really gave Quinn's breasts the attention that they deserved, before, so she decided to lathe them with some love and affection right now. She decided it was a Kari thing. She made up a scenario, as she alternated with biting, and sucking, flicking her tongue, and circling it around the pink, puckered skin, kneading the flesh roughly, and softly cupping it, and lowering her face in the crevice and motor boating it, which caused Quinn to giggle, until she bit down on her left nipple, and brought about a scream.

Santana knew how aroused Quinn was, but Quinn wasn't going to ask her to do something about it, and Santana wouldn't have, even if she'd ask, because she was having too much fun above ground at the moment. She was having fun, she realized. Flat out fun. Don't get her wrong, sex was always enjoyable, but this was silly, and ridiculous, and just fun. It was a huge turn on for her, to hear Quinn's moans mixed in with peals of unashamed laughter.

She sucked dark circles onto Quinn's breasts, and told her it was the ancient Kari fertility mark. She scratched ancient symbols into the most sensitive part of Quinn's stomach, causing her to burst into a fit of giggles, that Santana quieted by burying her knee in Quinn's center.

"Can I touch you?" Quinn questioned, timidly.

Although Santana had long since released her hands, Quinn had surprisingly left them resting overhead, keeping herself from touching Santana by digging them tightly into the arm of the couch. Santana tilted her shoulder in imperial acquiesce. "I'll allow it."

Quinn's hands started in her hair, lightly caressing the hairs at the back of her scalp, running a finger along her neck. As her touch sent little shivers down Santana's body, Santana let more of her body touch Quinn's, and Quinn was tugging at Santana's bra, freeing her breasts. Once exposed, she let their bare chests brush against each other again, initiating a new smoldering kiss. As it intensified, Quinn couldn't seem to help herself. Her hands traced their way down Santana's spine, and made their way to her front. Santana panted out a quick, "I'll allow you to fuck me now," before Quinn's hand could disappear into her underwear. This caused both of them to laugh, even as Quinn's fingers slipped into Santana.

Wanting to maintain as much control as possible, Santana started to move her hips, bringing them down to meet Quinn's fingers, setting the rhythm. The climb was slow building. A mountain, as opposed to a little hill. She felt Quinn fall over, even without being touched intimately, and continued to ride her fingers, rotating her hips to allow them to go as deep as possible. Quinn had given up on trying to control it, and seemed to be content with just letting Santana do her thing. Santana decided to get loud. And ridiculous. "This is how the Kari gather the rain. Do you want me to make it rain! Tell me you want my rain!"

This, of course, was said with a straight face, and in between Santana's happy noises. "Yeah, I know you like this. You like this fierce, deadly, deadly, rain-warrior ummm…right."

Quinn almost didn't want Santana to ever orgasm, because seriously, what could be any greater than her geeky, obnoxious, beautiful, and sexy wife riding her, and talking about bringing the rain and huffing out made up rain chants? They were both laughing when her orgasm hit, and it took Santana by surprise. She collapsed down on top of Quinn, burying her face in her breasts.

"San?" Quinn questioned after a minute passed and Santana hadn't come up for air. Santana shook her head. Quinn shook her. "San?" Quinn felt moisture fall on her chest. "Are you crying?" Quinn questioned in surprise.

Santana refused to look up. "No," she sniffed.

"You're crying!"

Santana waited to hear Quinn teasing her at her revelation, but she didn't. She just held her closer to her, a hand moving up to gently stroke her hair.

"I've never had silly sex before," Quinn marveled. She wrapped some noodles around the fork and waited for Santana to open her mouth before she carefully placed the food inside. "I suggested it once to the Professor." Santana couldn't help the scowl-pout that mention of that man always gave her. Not that she was thrilled about any of Quinn's past loves, but she held a special place of hate for this old geezer that preyed on barely legal teenagers. She blamed Russell for that; Quinn had daddy complex written all over her, but then again Santana had never wanted for attention from her dad, and had still gone around trying to screw her way straight so she couldn't blame him too much.

Quinn had another spoonful ready. "I presented it to him like a psychological experiment. He still didn't go for it." Quinn managed to get a little of the sauce on Santana's lips. She quickly licked it off. "He said that no man wants to hear laughter around the vicinity of his penis."

"Maybe not insecure fucks," Santana spat. Quinn smiled at her jealousy. "I didn't think that you were laughing at my sexual ability, just then. I know you were laughing because it was funny. Bet you never thought you'd have sex with a Kari rain-warrior."

"I don't even know what that is."

"And you never will," Santana joked. "Are you going to eat?"

"In a minute. Right now, I'm feeding my…what is it again?"

"Kari rain-warrior."

"I'm feeding my Kari rain-warrior. You realize you are a geek, right? Like full on, complete and total geek?"

"Geeks don't get laid. I've never had that problem."

"You know, thinking about it, I bet this is probably what sex with Sam would have been like. Only he would have been in blue paint and speaking Klingon the whole time."

"Na'vi," Santana corrected. "Klingon is from Star Trek. Na'vi is from Avatar."

"You're kind of proving my point, San."

"Don't be jealous. And why are we discussing how Sam would have sex?"

Quinn hummed instead of answering. "Do you mind taking me to work tomorrow? It's supposed to rain."

"No problem," Santana said. "I'm off tomorrow and Thursday, anyway, so it shouldn't be a problem."

"You're off? How're you off?"

"A project is being rushed so Paulianne wants the teams working on it pretty much 24-7. I drew the short straw so I got stuck with the weekend, but I should be off in time for our date on Saturday; unless you had planned a whole day thing." Santana suddenly looked worried. "You didn't want to do a whole day thing, did you?"

"Our date?"

"You didn't forget did you?"

"No, of course not! No, I didn't plan…that. What time will you be off?"

"5:00, hopefully. I can go in really early to make sure that I am off by then."

"Okay."

Santana grinned. "So what're we doing? Where are you taking me?"

Quinn smiled blandly. "It's a surprise."

Santana smirked. "You have no idea, do you?"

Quinn's eyebrow rose. "You'll just have to wait and see."