Dare to be Aware - Chapter Twenty Eight
Title: Dare to be Aware
Author: Sio & Maura
Rating: Hard NC-17
Length: 136,245
Spoilers: AU
Pairing: Santana/Quinn, past Brittany/Santana, Brittany/Artie mentions, Blaine/Sam, past Quinn/Finn, Quinn/Sam bearding, past Blaine/Kurt
Summary: What does it take to find your own identity? How much pain can you endure in the process?
Warnings (highlight to read): Gender Dysphoria, Violence against Trans, Trans Character, Explicit Sexual Content, Domestic Violence, Graphic Severe Violence, Hospitals, Transitioning, Rough Sex, Potentially dub-con/non-con situations, Abandonment
Chapter 28
She really didn't care how many guys were helping, moving into an apartment on the eleventh floor in the summer in Ohio was hot and sweaty and not at all in the fun way. Santana dropped the box of kitchen things her parents had insisting on sending with her and Quinn on the counter and mopped at her head with the back of her arm, panting slightly. She stepped to the open window and leaned out, grateful for the cooling breeze as she glanced down at Sam and Blaine pulling the last two bags out of the trailer they'd rented.
Quinn grunted as he carried the last piece of the bedframe into their bedroom, his newly defined muscles flexing under his black tank top. He put the heavy metal and wood based bedframe they had picked up in the damaged department of Ikea when Santana's mom insisted on a trip down with a grunt.
"Fuck we have so much crap!" Quinn exclaimed as he put down the frame and tried to catch his breath. "My arms are going to fall off."
"Geez, Q," Santana chuckled, grabbing a glass out of the box she'd just carried in and filling it with water and ice from the fridge to take into him. "You didn't have to carry that up by yourself, I would have helped. Or even one of the boys. Here," she handed him the glass.
"Thanks, babe." he said as he took a sip of the water. "I just wanted to get it up, the other guys are bringing up the book case."
"The bookcase is in pieces still," she pointed out, reaching up to rub his shoulders. "You don't have to show off your macho new self for me, babe. I already know you're hot." She looked around at the disassembled furniture and groaned, "Ugh, why did Mami have to insist on Ikea crap? This is gonna be a bitch to put together..."
"It's only the bookcase and the bed." He reminded her, "Everything else is put together for the most part." He motioned to the black couch, "The real bitch is gonna be hanging up all of you and Blaine's clothing in the closets!" he smirked and kissed her hand.
"Yeah, but we're doing that ourselves," she pointed out with a smirk. "And like you wouldn't have as much clothes yourself if you could. I'm glad your hair is still so light. Half the time I think I'm dating Bieber."
"I'm way hotter than Beiber, Santana." He smiled and kissed her softly, "And I can sing better too."
"Duh," she laughed, "but you have got to wear some looser pants, baby." She plucked at his tight jeans, "These are lesbian chic. Can I take you to get some more clothes now that we're in our own place this weekend?"
"Sure, but the sad thing is these are the only ones that fit," he pouted. "Blaine's cast offs because I'm fucking annoying skinny."
She chuckled, leaning against him and looping her arms around his neck. "And that's why we go shopping, Q. To buy you jeans that fit and make you look like the hot straight man I know you are instead of the gay one of dubious attractiveness that Blaine is," she teased.
Quinn rolled his eyes. "You may dress me as you see fit," he smiled, "As long as I don't look like I came out of a Holister ad."
"I did say straight man, didn't I?" Her nose wrinkled at the thought of those ads. "I just think you'd look hotter with a little more bagginess in your jeans. Right now I can see every inch of your package and if I can, everyone can." She ran a finger down the middle of his chest, "I might be just a little jealous of that..."
"Truth, but my dick is just for you." He reminded her and kissed her and nipped her lip. "So yeah, I'm sure we'll need some stuff for the apartment anyway and we can get some new pants for me."
"Good," she leaned up and kissed him, pulling back with a smirk, "now that that's settled, let's get this damn bed put together so we have somewhere to sleep tonight instead of the floor." She glanced at him, "Unless you want to drive back to Lima again?"
"Hell no, woman." He smiled and grabbed the tool box and headed over to the bed. He started to put together the frame as Santana held it still. "Where do we want it? By the window?"
"That sounds good, but facing out. Yeah, putting it by the wall will give us more floor space, but do you really wanna have to crawl over each other to get in and out?" she shrugged, adjusting her grip on a long rail to keep it level.
"I like crawling on you." He smirked.
She laughed, "Yeah, I bet you do. But how about me crawling on you in the middle of the night cause I gotta use the bathroom? It just makes more sense to put it facing out so we can both have a side."
"This is true." He stated before starting to move the frame so it was in the right place. He worked on getting the footboard secured and settled. "Alright, babe can you help me with the box spring?"
"Who else would?" she smirked, nodding towards the sounds of banging and cursing coming from the other bedroom as Blaine and Sam tried to set their own room up. Heading over to where the box spring and mattress were leaned up against the wall, she wrestled the box spring away from the wall and slid it into the room near the bed. "I figure it'll be easier to carry it as little as possible," she pointed out when she saw the look on his face at her sliding it around.
"You're sexy when you move things." He smiled and came over to help her lay it down. He followed her and help maneuver the mattress onto the frame. "Look! We have a bed."
She flopped down onto it with a tired but happy sigh. "Our bed," she whispered, craning her head back to look at him with an upside down smirk. "What do you think of that?"
"I like this." he flopped down next to her and rested his head on her stomach. "I like it and it's all ours. We will have to break it in when I'm not so tired."
She laughed tiredly, reaching down to run her fingers through his hair. "Maybe when you're ready we can tell Homosplosion to get some earplugs and really break it in. What do you say?"
"Sounds awesome.... though we might need to get some to for when they go at it." He made a grossed out face. "Sam's a screamer."
"Oh God, Q! Why'd you have to tell me that?" Santana's face screwed up in disgust. "Ugh, now I'm not gonna be able to get the thought of them having sex so close to us out of my head all night. I had better not dream about dudes banging. Seriously."
"I'll clear your mind if you do start to think about it." He smiled and kissed her stomach. "How do you wanna decorate the bedroom? I'm kinda gonna miss your lair at your house."
She chuckled, deliberately pushing back the thought of Blaine and Sam together. "I'm not sure yet since we can't really paint. Maybe hang a few posters. But we both gotta agree cause it's our bedroom, babe." She caught his hand and pulled it up to kiss it before playing with his fingers, "I'm not the only one living here like I was in my lair."
"I think maybe get a tapestry or something and put it up on the wall." He motioned to the large bare wall. "Maybe get a bookshelf for in here or something."
"Sure. I like that," she smiled at him, continuing to play with his fingers, more amused by the idea of living with him than really paying attention to what he was suggesting.
"I like that I'll get to wake up to you every day and will be able to make you breakfast in bed." He said as he rolled over so he could look at her.
"Tease," she whispered softly, glancing at him with a smirk, "I'll believe the breakfast in bed part when I see it, but you can wake up to me whenever you want. You can even wake me up if you want."
He smirked, "That sounds promising." He said as he traced her abs, "You do have a lot of sex dreams when you're asleep I've noticed."
"Hard to have sex dreams when you're awake, babe," she joked.
"This is true," he smiled, "but I have been woken up by your labored breathing and moans before."
"Whatever," she smirked, trying to deny the faint blush darkening her cheeks, "you like it when I'm all excited and shit around you." She reached down and cupped his chin, raising his face up to look at her, teasing him with a wink, "Gets you hard, doesn't it, baby?"
He gave her a sly smile and nodded before his hand moved up to rest on her breast. "Yes. It makes me very hard."
"Babe," she asked covering his hand with hers and leaning in to kiss him with a smirk, "you're not seriously thinking you're gonna fuck me on a naked mattress while Homoexplosion is just across the hall and our bedroom door is open, are you?"
"Nope," He said, "I'm just holding your boob." He explained before smirkng at her, "Because I can."
"Ah, I see," she whispered, drawing a finger along his jaw. "You know, you probably shouldn't do that without planning to follow through." She kissed him slowly, nipping at his lower lip before pulling away, "I just hate having to change my panties for no good reason..."
"You are pretty easy to get going," he agreed before rolling off the bed and heading over to the boxes. "Want to unpack then head to the store?"
"How about make the bed before heading to the store?" she counter-offered, hopping off the bed as well and opening the box closest to her. "Hey, I think this is your clothes, babe."
"Sweet." He said before kicking the bedding box into the bedroom. He pulled out the grey sheets and black bedspread. He worked with her to put the sheets on the bed and the pulled up the blankets. "And we have a bed." He grinned before going back to his clothing box and working on taking his stuff and putting it in his drawers of the dresser.
Santana rolled her eyes and shook her head with a smirk before heading into the kitchen to put everything away and give him time to pick his side of things. "Oh, hey, Q? Where do you want your spice rack? On the counter or in the cabinet?"
He looked up with a confused face. "Spice rack? Oh yeah... I guess cabinet." He called after her as he followed her out after a few minutes.
"This thing is kinda ridiculous," Santana grumbled, fumbling with jars and trying to get it all sorted. "What do you need all these different dried up plants for anyway? And god I hope none of Blane or Sam's friends are stoners. They might try to smoke this shit..."
"You can always eat take-out every night." Quinn pointed out as he leaned against the wall and watched her. "Or you can suck it up and let me cook and keep you and Sam from eating pizza and Diet Coke every night."
Santana about jumped out of her shoes when he suddenly spoke, "Holy...! Crap, Q!" She clutched at her chest, trying to calm her breathing down. "Don't sneak up on me like that, okay? Jesus Christ!" She laughed, "You nearly scared me half to death!"
"You shouldn't dis my spices." He teased, "It's gonna keep your ass fed."
"I wasn't dissing anything!" She pouted, shoving the jar in her hand into it's spot on the rack. "I just don't get what the purpose is. It's not insulting to not understand something you know."
"Well it just makes food taste better. Your lack of cooking skills astound me since your mom is a chef."
"My dad isn't, you know." She stuck her tongue out at him. "Besides, I just don't like it. It's not my thing. I don't want to slave away in a hot kitchen while people bitch about my food where I can't hear them."
"It's okay, I prefer to serve you anyway." He winked, "it's the least I can do."
Santana laughed, "Babe, by the time we've moved out of here, I have no doubt you'll service me quite well." She stepped over and leaned against him, reaching up to brush his lips with a finger, "Maybe even in here if you're lucky."
He grinned like a kid who just got told he could have ice cream before dinner. "Really!" He looked at her hopefully, "That would be awesome."
She nodded, "When we're ready and the boys aren't home or due to be home for a good while. I like your friends and all, babe, but I don't really want to give them a free demonstration of your technique."
"I agree with this." He kissed her softly before puling away and working on unloading another box.
She watched him for a moment with a little smile before moving to put more things on the shelf, wincing at another loud crash followed by what sounded like Sam cursing emanating from the other bedroom.
"Clumsy bastard," Quinn rolled his eyes and headed out to help his friend with his project.
Santana just rolled her eyes and chuckled as she set about putting the rest of the kitchen in order and moved to the living room before tackling her things in their bedroom.
It was decidedly strange to be the one waiting outside a dressing room in a clothing store, but considering that it was for a good cause, Santana was willing to do it. She leaned against the wall across from the dressing room Quinn was in and filed her nails idly as she waited. Glancing them over she decided she'd probably need a new polish soon before she heard the tell-tale clack of the door unlocking and looked up.
He came out and looked at her and shrugged. "I feel fat in these." He looked at her his body issues coming out as he looked at her.
"Babe, you look like a man," San whispered, taking him in.
The looser fitting jeans hung a bit lower on his hips, making his package less noticeable, but her eyes could still pick out the slight curve of his bulge. His boxers peeked slightly above the waistband, drawing attention to the firm lines of his abs under his tight fitting tank top. He was frowning as he inspected himself in the mirror, but in that moment, she forgot for a second that he'd ever been a girl.
"Quinn," she whispered, pushing off the wall and coming over to wrap her arms around his waist and breathe him in, needing to remind herself that he was still him. "You're amazing, you know that? Amazing..."
"I'm really not." He replied, linking their fingers together. "I have no idea what to do or how to do it."
"Neither do Blaine or Sam or any guys," Santana shrugged, peeking around his shoulder at him in the mirror. "Just be yourself. No more pretending to be a girl, baby. Just be my man, okay?"
"I'll try." He whispered, "I'm trying really hard... It was easier when we were at your house. You're parents just... like dealt with it and now we're out in the world and I'm scared that people will see right through me."
"Babe, look at me, okay?" She reached up and tilted his head down so he was looking at her. "You are my man, so there's nothing to see through. And anyone who tries any stupid shit will have to answer to not just me but Sam and Blaine too. Your family supports you, baby. Not the asshole one you were born into, but this one. Your real one."
"Thank you." He whispered, and kissed the side of her head. "I love you." He took a breath and fixed his t-shirt before looking at her. "I should grab a pair of khakis too."
"Sure," she smiled up at him. "Maybe a couple more of this style of jeans too? One darker and one lighter so you have some variety? Also, while you're trying on khakis, would you mind if I stole those off you for a bit?" She smirked, "I'd kinda like to see you in them for the rest of the day."
"You just wanna get my pants off," he teased then headed over to the rack and grabbing a few more pairs of pants to try on. "These all meet approval by fashion police?"
She looked them over. "Quinn, if Kurt would wear them," she grabbed a pair of skinny jeans he'd grabbed by accident off the top of his pile, "then you shouldn't. And when don't I wanna get your pants off?" she teased with a smirk.
"Yes, master," he teased and headed back into the changing room before throwing her the jeans over the door.
"That's mistress to you, mister," she joked, taking the jeans and heading over to the register to pay for them so he could change into them before they left.
Quinn changed back into the jeans and wound his belt through the loops and fixed his burgundy polo to sit right on his body. He followed Santana out of the store, carrying his bags in his right hand and his left securely clasped with hers. His biceps peaked out under the sleeves of his shirt, daily trips to the gym with Blaine to learn how to box was helping his muscle mass become more defined. His body hair had started growing more now that he had three months of being on testosterone behind him. His body had been going through interesting changes and his voice had recently started to crack in mid sentence like boys in the seventh grade went through. But finally Quinn had begun to feel slightly more confident in himself.
Santana squeezed his hand and glanced up at him with a little smile. "Afraid you'll lose me?" she teased softly, before bringing his hand up and kissing it. "Do you want to go get something to eat before we meet up with Blaine and Sam to head home?" she asked, nodding at the food court as they walked by it.
"Sure." He said, "I like food." He walked over to an empty table and put down their things. "What can I get you, beautiful?" he asked as he looked around at the various food stalls, "Chinese? Burger? Sushi?"
"How about a table?" She smiled up at him, "You're always feeding me, Q. I think I can handle getting you something to eat for once, don't you? Just tell me how hungry you are and for what and I'll handle it."
"I am hungry, but nothing too greasy. The fucking shots are making me break out." He pouted, "I have to use astringent like seven times a day."
"Yeah, but you look sexy as hell. How about pitas from the Greek place over there?" She pointed across the food court.
"Sure that sounds good." He said before kissing her, "You know what I like and we can share if you wanna get something and have some of mine too."
"Sounds like a plan, handsome." She caressed his chest as she kissed back. "Go find us a seat and I'll be right back, okay?"
"Alright." He took the bags of pants and headed over to a table in the corner and settled them down. He sat down and let his eyes fall on his girlfriend as she waited in line.
It wasn't too long before Santana noticed a young woman making her way across the court towards him. She looked young - probably still in high school she thought with a soft snort of amusement - and pretty enough. For a sixteen year old. She smirked watching the girl with little glances now and then as she got closer and closer to Quinn. She knew there was no way he'd go for her, but it still gave her a little thrill of worry watching.
The girl flipped her dark hair over her shoulder and smiled at Quinn as she walked up to him on her clunky platform heels. "Hi," she smirked, looking him over and not bothering to hide it.
Quinn looked up, "Oh hey?" He said politely, "Did I take your table?" He asked, looking around for any sign of her belongings.
"No, but I could join you," she smirked flirtatiously, twirling a bit of hair around one of her fingers. "I haven't seen you around here before. What's your name, handsome?"
"Uh..." He looked confused for a few moments, "Quinn. I just moved to the area..." he answered and tried to figure out why this girl was talking to him.
"Really?" she sat down at the table across from him, leaning towards him as if trying to encourage him to look down her shirt. "That's awesome. Where you from originally then? Cause you look like a Californian boy to me."
"Ohio." He said, "Look, you're in my girlfriend's seat so you might wanna move before she comes back."
"Girlfriend, huh?" She shrugged, clearly not impressed, "That's okay, we're not doing anything but talking, right? I mean, that's what hot girls and guys do. They," she reached out and ran a finger over the back of his hand where it was sitting on the table, "talk."
Quinn pulled his hand back, "Look, you need to bounce. I'm sure you're a nice girl but you are coming on hella strong and it's like really off putting. Makes me think you're selling yourself or something." He shook his head, "You're very pretty but you should know when to back off."
"Oh. I get it." she leaned back in her chair with a smirk, ignoring most of what he'd said and giving off a general vibe of never having been turned down before. "You're gay. Figures. Handsome put together guy like you? Has to be gay."
"Little girl, you need to grow up." He almost laughed, "My girlfriend's gonna not love you calling me gay." He said as he saw Santana walking over to the table, "Hey baby." He greeted Santana and took the tray.
"Hey, handsome," she smirked, leaning up to kiss him a bit more possessively than she might have if the girl hadn't been there. "Who's your friend?"
"Sorry, I think we jacked her table but she said she'd get a new one." Quinn said before pulling a chair our for Santana. "It was nice meeting you." He said before sitting down with Santana.
"Y-yeah," the girl mumbled, standing up and backing away with an unhappy look on her face.
Santana watched her go with a smirk before chuckling softly and unwrapping a gyro to share with him. "She was totally trying to play you wasn't she?" she shook her head. "So young, so dumb."
"She though I was gay because I wasn't interested." He shrugged and took his falafal and put it on the plastic tray with its paper. "Good choices by the way."
"I know my man," she shrugged, taking a bite of the sandwich. "And anyone calling you gay is just bitter cause you're out of their reach."
"Maybe." He shrugged. "But you're the only girl I need," he said before taking a bite of his food.
"Flatterer," she chuckled, eating. "I love you, you know. And I totally knew she was coming over to ambush you but I trusted you," she smiled at him. "Weirdly, it's almost easier as you get more.... you. I don't have to wonder if you'll leave when you prove every day you don't want to. I like it."
"That's because you're my Santana," he smiled. "You are everything thing that's good in my world."
She laughed. "And everything aggravating, I'm sure. You don't have to try so hard, Q. You've already got exclusive rights to all this."
"I'm not trying hard." He said after he swallowed a bite. "I'm just that charming."
Santana shook her head as she ate a bit more, smirking at him. "So that's what it is. Charming. And here I thought you were just trying to get in my panties."
He laughed, "Like you're wearing any." He smiled and raised an eyebrow.
"Excuse me?" She reached over and slapped his shoulder hard enough to sting. "We're in a mall, not at home, jerk. The only person who gets me without panties is you. Not the general public." She huffed, glaring across the way at a guy who was watching them until he turned away. "I can't believe you said that..."
"Santana... I've known you forever. You don't wear underwear in the summer. You say it's like it's strangling your lady parts." He reminded her, "Don't even pretend like I'm wrong." He whispered.
She turned to him and gripped his chin. "Whether it's wrong or right doesn't mean you should declare it in public," she hissed, feeling stung, "I'm not that kind of girl any more. I don't belong to everyone, just you. So cut that shit out, okay?"
He looked down. "Its not a big deal, San." He said softly, "It's not like I'm screaming it out, I was just stating a fact." He pulled back, "Sorry if I hurt you or whatever."
Her shoulders dropped. She hated when he pulled away, but it had stung to hear him talk about her like that in public. "Yeah," she whispered, "not a big deal. You were just stating a fact." She picked at her food for a little bit before sighing and pushing it away.
He groaned and just looked away. He hated when he was having a nice moment with her and then something he said fucked it up. He looked down and crossed his arms.
Eventually she sighed and reached over, putting a hand on his leg. "I'm sorry," she whispered, not entirely sure why she was apologizing, but more uncomfortable with him feeling bad.
"Why do you get offended every time I play? Whenever I say something slightly racy... You get mad." He looked up, "I know I'm bad at it and I suck at dirty talk and flirting but I'm just gonna stop now."
Santana swallowed and looked down with a shrug. "I don't know. I... this is a new town though, you know? I don't want my reputation from Lima following me here, Q. I don't want strangers overhearing you and looking at me while thinking she's not wearing panties and shit. I just... I want to be your girlfriend more than a hot chick. It's not that you suck at dirty talk and flirting and stuff, but... sometimes it's a little too much."
He rolled his eyes. "You're sensitive about strange stuff.." He mumbled, "fine I won't say anything like that again."
"I'm a girl," she reached over and took his hand, squeezing it reassuringly, "we get sensitive about stupid shit all the time. And it's not that you said it, baby," she brought his hand up to kiss it, watching him, "just that I don't want people overhearing." She smiled softly, "I like when you talk dirty to me. I'd just rather a more," her lips twitched turning her smile into a smirk as her voice dropped to a whisper so soft he had to lean in to hear it, "private venue so I can show you how much I like it. Okay?"
He nodded, "I don't like pissing you off." He sighed, "I don't know, San, I'm not good at this."
"You weren't good at cheerleading when you started either," she pointed out, "but you ended up one of the best. I wasn't pissed off anyway. Trust me, you'll know when I am. It just stung a little. I don't even know why since I'm not even wearing a dress or anything where someone could see if I was or not."
"Cause you're kinda crazy?" He smiled and ate a bit more. "Now we're at a mall and only I've been shopping, what can we get you?"
"You?" She smirked, nibbling at a pita chip. "I don't know. Why don't you surprise me? Or," she leaned and whispered in his ear, "maybe I should get some special panties for when you're ready for that again?"
"That'd be hot, though I prefer when you don't wear them." He said, "I like being able to get straight to the point."
"Mmm," she ran a finger over his bicep, "what if I get the kind you don't have to take off?" she quirked a brow at him with a little smirk.
He raised his eye brow and smirked. "To the sexy panty store!" he exclaimed and gathered up their trash.
She laughed, gathering their things and taking his arm as he came back to lead them down the hall to Victoria's Secret. "I thought that'd peak your interest," she teased.
"I'm easy to please." He smiled and held her closely, "You just like to get me all excited."
"Maybe," she murmured, leaning into him as they walked down the hall. "Maybe I'm just looking forward to when you're ready to really be with me again."
"Me too." He said softly, knowing that he still wasn't ready. "I'm sorry for making you wait... even though my hormones are fucking insane right now... I just... It's not right yet."
"I know," she shrugged, smiling up at him, "that's why I'm fine waiting." She tangled the fingers of their free hands together, drawing them over her shoulder so his arm was wrapped around her shoulders. "I'd rather wait with you than fuck anyone else."
"Thank you." he held her hand over her chest as they walked. "I like that no one is looking at us wierdly." He whispered, "Do you think I'm passing?"
"Babe, you just got hit on by the local high school version of me from three years ago.. Or maybe Brittany. She was coming on pretty strong." Santana smirked and raised a brow, "Do you think you're passing?"
He smiled and nodded, "Yes, I think the awkward chin hair is helping though." He said as he rubbed his left hand against his stubble. "Feels strange."
Santana wrinkled her nose. "I prefer you clean though," she admitted. "Scratchy is not nice against my skin, babe."
"I agree. I just kinda wanted to see how it felt... I'll shave it when we get home." he said as he walked into the store with Santana.
"Mmm, you're so getting kisses after," she smirked before turning to smile at the attendant who walked up to them.
"Why, hello there," the smiling young woman greeted them. "Welcome to Victoria's Secret. Looking for anything special today?"
He held her Santana close and smiled, "Whatever she's looking for. I'm just here to pay." he smiled at the woman and then waited for Santana to direct him where to go.
The woman grinned at Santana, "Where'd you find him and does he have a brother?"
"He'd been hiding right under my nose," Santana smirked up at him, "and sorry, but no. My Quinn's unique."
"Lucky," the woman laughed. "I'm Amy, by the way. Just let me know if you need any help."
Quinn leaned down and kissed Santana softly. "Thanks, Amy." he said before following Santana over to the side of the store. "What are you looking for, baby?"
Santana shrugged, flipping through a rack of panties. "Something you'd like me in," she mumbled, pulling out a pair of crotchless leopard print panties. "Like this, you think?"
"Kinda trashy." he said honestly, "I like those little boy shorts one you wear. They make your ass look amazing."
She grinned. "You do know how to make a girl feel sexy, babe." She put the leopard print thong back, moving to a rack of boy shorts. "Help me pick a pattern you'd like. Consider these and a tank top my go to lounge wear when the boys are around if you want."
He smiled and helped her select a pair of camo and a pair of purple ones. "I like these." he said as he showed her.
"You would," she teased, leaning up to kiss him. "Think I should get a new bra or two too? Specifically for your viewing pleasure."
"Yes, please." he grinned, "I would enjoy this very much."
Santana laughed, heading towards the bras. "How the hell did I ever think you were anything but a guy? Maybe when we get home I can model them for you?"
He followed her, "Because my acting is awesome. I mean shit I should have gone to school for that." he smirked and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"Mmm, maybe," she whispered, leaning back into his embrace for a moment before flipping through the rack to select a - matching in color to the panties he'd picked but sheer - purple bra. "What about this?"
"Love it," he said as he held onto her and looked over her shoulder. "It'll look amazing on you."
"How about when you take it off?" she husked softly, kissing him briefly before looking for another one.
"It will look even better on the carpet." He smiled and picked out a black one to match the other pair. "You look best without anything at all."
"You're a flatterer," she whispered, hugging him. "But you need to stop unless you plan on following through when we get home," she teased.
He nodded and stayed where he was, "I could always pay special attention to you... I'd really like that."
She looked up at him, uncertain. "Are you ready for that?" she whispered. "I don't want to do anything you're not ready for. I've told you..."
"Just because my body's not ready doesn't mean yours isn't." he shrugged, "How about we see what happens? I don't wanna overthink things."
"Okay," she nodded slowly, "but just because my body is ready doesn't mean I'm not happy waiting for you to be ready too, Q. It's better when we're both ready. You know?"
"I know." he smiled and kissed her temple, "Do you need anything else?" he asked softly looking around the room. "because we still need to go and get groceries."
"I'm sure if I do we can come back another time." She smirked up at him, "I just kinda want to get out of here now." She tugged on his shirt, "Maybe do a little breaking in of our bed after the grocery store, hmm?"
"Sounds good." he smiled and headed over to Amy at the register. He paid and took the bag with his own before taking her hand and heading back out to the car.