Dare to be Aware - Chapter Thirty-Two

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Title: Dare to be Aware
Author: Sio & Maura
Rating: Hard NC-17
Length: 156,302
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 32

When she heard the water starting to run, Santana sighed softly. She hadn't meant for Quinn to get hurt by her flirting. She leaned on the counter as the popcorn popped and thought about what she could do to make it up to him and prove that he was the only one she wanted.

Listening to the water run for a moment, she smirked, though there was an edge of nervousness to it. There was one thing she'd never done for him and if her thoughts on it were right, then there was a good chance he'd be into it. Leaving the popcorn in the microwave, she headed towards the bathroom.

Taking a deep breath, she slipped into the steamy room and pulled off her clothes as quietly as she could, her eyes on the shower curtain. Once she was undressed, she slipped into the shower. "Baby, I'm sorry about tonight," she whispered, pressing her breasts into his back as she slid her hands down to carefully stroke his hardening member where it poked out of his folds, "let me love you? Let me show you how much I love you? Like this?" She gave an experimental tug to his enlarged clit.

"Oh fuck." He gasped, "San..." his hips bucked in her hand. "I've never touched it yet," His eyes looked down to her hand.

"If you let me," she purred in his ear before sucking on his neck, "I'll do more than just touch it." She ran her tongue up along his neck to flick his earlobe, "Would you like me to... kiss it better, babe?"

"Oh god." his eyes rolled back. "Is... it big enough?" He mumbled, nervous about the size of his appendage. "I don't want it to be like you're sucking a clit..."

She hummed, looking over his shoulder at where she was working him, tugging and sliding up the enlarged shaft. "Not for sex, but don't you want to try coming in my mouth, Q? Don't you want me on my knees for you? Don't you want to feel my lips around you as I suck you?" She smirked as she pulled his earlobe into her mouth, "Have you been pumping to get yourself big for me, baby?"

"Yes," he whimpered. "God, I dream about your mouth, babe," he admitted, looking down at the stiffening flesh that his girlfriend was stroking - smaller than a natural born man's dick, but still far bigger than his clit had been.

Slipping around in front of him, she placed her free hand on his chest, pushing him back against the shower wall as she slowly slid down to her knees. Looking up at him with water pouring down over her body as she kept stroking him, she smirked. "Let's make that dream a reality, handsome," she whispered before leaning in and carefully taking his dicklette into her mouth, rolling her eyes up to watch him as she gave an experimental suck.

"San..." He groaned, his head falling back, "Oh my god." His hand fell to her shoulder as his firm member felt the hot, wet mouth of his girlfriend for the first time.

She watched him, her lips curling into a smirk around him as she slid her tongue over him. Biting gently, she flicked the tip with her tongue, oddly aroused by the feel of his hardness in her mouth. By the taste of his body covering her tongue. She groaned low in her throat in pleasure as she bobbed her head to tug him slightly.

He groaned, his hand moving to the back of her head as she sucked him. He gathered her loose hair into a ponytail between his fingers and tentatively guided her back and forth on his dick. She moaned around him at the guidance, her hands coming down to grip his ass as she sucked.

Humming softly, she ran her teeth over his length as her nails dug into his ass. "So good," she muttered as she pulled away to catch her breath for a moment, whimpering softly as she took him back into her mouth.

She nodded, flicking her tongue over the tip of his member. Rolling her eyes, she looked up at him and smirked, water trickling down over her face from the shower pounding into them. She kneaded his ass as she sucked him, legs shifting as she tried to give herself some relief from the burning arousal as she whimpered and moaned into his body at the taste and feeling of giving him a blowjob and not his prosthetic.

"This feels amazing, San," he moaned. "God. I'm gonna come soon," he warned her his gripped her head tighter. "Fuck, baby, harder."

"Come in my mouth, baby," she gasped before gripping him gently in her teeth and tugging, sucking hard with a low moan as her nails dug into his ass to pull him even closer to her mouth.

He gasped and his hips jut forward as his left hand pressed into the wall. He caught his breath and his back arched as the overwhelming urge to let go of the building pressure in his loins overcame him and he ejaculated into her mouth. A low groan sprung from his lips as he clenched his hand in her hair.

Santana swallowed the fluid that she suddenly found filling her mouth as quickly as she could, but a little still leaked out the corner of her mouth. She smiled as she released him to lick her lips and look up at him with hooded eyes. "Delicious," she whispered with a smirk, reaching up to wipe the trickle away from the corner of her mouth with one finger.

Kissing her way up his body, she pressed her body against his and joined their lips together in a possessive, lustful kiss. "I knew you'd be amazing," she whispered against his lips, before leaning in to kiss him again, her fingers tight in his hair as her body all but hummed with arousal.

"I love you so much," he moaned as he pushed her back against the wall of the shower. He slid his fingers down her body and through her folds. He smirked when he felt how wet she was before he found her clit and started circling it. "Did you like having my dick in your mouth? Me coming down your throat?"

She whimpered, pressing her face into the crook of his neck and trembling as he touched her. "Yes," she moaned, "God, baby, please... I need you inside me. Please, I'm so fucking turned on..."

He nodded and slid three fingers inside her hot channel. "So fucking tight," he groaned as he thrust hard and fast inside her pussy. "You are always so wet for me," he remarked before pressing his thumb against her clit.

"Fuck yes," she moaned, already on edge. Her core rippled and clenched against his fingers tightly as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. "So close, baby," she panted, rocking against his hand, trying to get him deeper inside her, her breasts rubbing over his chest as she moved. "God, so close!"

He whimpered, his wrist thrusting harder into her. "Come on my hand," he demanded, feeling how close she was. "Do it now, Santana."

Her body jerked, pushed up by the force he was pumping her with and she cried out as her muscles locked up in orgasm. She trembled and shook as she clung to him, her nails dug into is shoulders, knees buckling as she lost control. "Quinn," she mewled through teeth clenching on his shoulder. "Oh God..."

He kept working his fingers inside her, "So sexy," he whispered as she clawed at his skin. "I love feeling you."

"Fuck," she hissed as her body shook into a second orgasm. "Quinn!" One of her hands shot down between them to still his fingers when she almost slipped on the wet floor coming back down. She looked up at him with dark eyes, panting for breath. "No more fingers," she gasped, "I want your dick in me, baby. I want you to pin me down and fuck me in our bed. Can you do that?"

"Yeah. I think I can manage that." He assured her before scooping her up and wrapping her legs around his body. He laid her on the bed and moved to grab his dick and hurried back into the bathroom to get dry and adhere it onto his body. He walked back in, pumping it hard as he crawled on the bed to loom over her. "So fucking sexy."

She sprawled on the bed, legs spread and wrists crossed above her head as she smirked up at him. Her arousal glistened on her thighs and as he watched, a bead of the slick fluid slid from her channel and down towards the sheet under her. "I'm yours," she whispered, watching him, her core throbbing with want. "No one else gets to see me like this or touch me, Quinn. Only your fingers or your tongue or your dick gets to be in me. No matter who I flirt or dance with, you're the only one I want to fuck me, baby."

He smiled, his body moving to cover hers. He ran his dick between her folds and licked his lips. Bringing one hand to her breast, he used the other to hold down her arms as he slid inside her.

She arched up into him with a low cry as she bit her lower lip, eyes closing to let her take in all the sensations of being pinned down by his hands and dick. "Fuck! Yes, baby," she panted, dragging her eyes open to look up at him as he moved above her. "I love you, Quinn. God, you're the only one who can fuck me like this." Her legs spread wider and she canted her hips up to take him deeper, rolling her body to meet each slow thrust.

"You are beautiful like this." He pumped his hips in time with her. "I love being inside you."

"I love this," she gasped, her breath coming in short pants as she rocked under him, the headboard tapping the wall with the force of their movements. "I love you... on top... in our bed..." She opened her eyes to look at him, her mouth gaping for breath as she tried to smile, "m-making love to me..."

He pressed down on her hands. "I love you," he whispered as he leaned down and nipped and sucked on her neck. "I want everyone to see this," He bit her skin lightly, "that you're my girlfriend."

She rolled her head to give him better access. "I want them to see. I don't want anyone to doubt," she let out a low moan as his movements cause his dick to rub across her g-spot, trembling under him, "I'm yours, Quinn. No one else's..."

"I love you," he exhaled as he thrust deeper into her. "You're my everything." He said as he sucked at her skin leaving a visible mark on the side of her neck before moving down and doing the same on her breasts.

She whimpered and writhed beneath him, getting even more pleasure at the strength of his hands holding her down as he moved inside her and marked her with his mouth. "I used to dream of this," she admitted, breathlessly. "You holding me down and making me yours. I'd wake up fucking drenched thinking about you fucking me with a huge strap on. But," she gasped, panting for breath as she began rocking faster, needing more stimulation, "t-this is better... so so much better... I love you!" The last word came out in a strangled near shout as her body hit the peak, nearly pitching her off the edge at the feeling of one particularly deep thrust tapping her cervix.

He let her ride out her climax as he continued to thrust into her body. "I love you."

"I love you too," she whispered, when she could speak again, finally dragging her eyes open to look up at him, jaw gaping as she panted for breath with a satisfied smile curling her lips. "God, you're fucking amazing in bed, Q. Way, way better than anyone else who's ever touched me." She reached up with a trembling hand to stroke his cheek, feeling the slight roughness of stubble, "Thank you for wanting me..."

He rolled to his side, holding her close. "You're perfect. How could not I want you?" he asked before cupping her cheek and kissing her lovingly.

She shrugged, hooking a leg over her hip and snuggling close, her walls rippling along his member where it was still held deep in her tight channel and shifting it against him. "Lots of people haven't. You're special though because you did." She gently kissed along his neck, not entirely done unless he was. "I love feeling you inside me..."

"I love being nestled in there," he smiled and watched her. "You giving me head was sexy as hell though."

"I liked it," she smirked at him. "Maybe sometime we could try out here on the bed and do it together? I could blow you while you eat me out?" She cocked a challenging brow at him with a teasing smirk. "Cause I got more turned on than ever getting to catch your cum in my mouth, baby."

He moaned, "That would be hot." He smiled, "I think we should try that sometime."

"Whenever you want, handsome," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him, her hand rubbing over his bare chest. "Think you'd be up for some more? I'm kind of feeling like riding you... and if you want to wake me with this," she grabbed his ass, grinding down against him so her arousal slicked his groin and his head rubbed against her cervix in a way that ached better than she'd ever thought it would. "I would not at all be against that." She smiled softly, reaching up to stroke his cheek, "I kind of like the idea of waking up to you making love to me, baby."

"I can do that." He smiled as he rolled them onto his back and held her hips tightly. "God, baby I love you."

She rolled her hips as she smiled down at him, knowing that the member was stimulating him as she moved on top of him. "You like me like this, don't you," she smirked knowingly as she rolled her whole body to slide all but off his dick and then back down with a breathy moan. She ran her hands over his chest as she moved, caressing his scars, "Like seeing me lose myself on top of you..."

"Yes," he agreed, his hands sliding to her ass. "I watch you," he said. "I always have. You're captivating."

"Did you watch me before?" she asked curiously, riding him, the sounds of their joining a wet accompaniment. "Did you ever imagine me like this? Slicking your thick cock with my juices as I rode you?" She reached for his hands, pulling them up to her breasts, "Did you used to dream about touching me like this, Q?"

He stroked her chest as he watched her face. "Yes," he admitted. "I imagined you riding my dick, giving me hand jobs and me cumming all over you." He closed his eyes wishing he could actually pull off the vivid acts in his dreams.

"God, I wish you could," Santana moaned, writhing on top of him, cupping her hands over his. "I used to get so wet after we fought cause I'd, unh, I'd imagine you pushing me up against the lockers and just fucking me until I'd agree to whatever you wanted." Her eyes closed as she gave into the sensations, "Fuck, Q, I wish I could feel you spurt in me. I don't even care if you'd knock me up..."

He moaned one of his hands dropping to her stomach as he thrust. "Someday," he whispered, taking her hand in his, "I love you so much. I'd really like that in the future."

"Fuck," she gasped, nearing her fourth climax of the night, "if anyone's carrying your kid, it's fucking gonna be me. Got it?"

"Good," he moaned, thrusting more, his own orgasm impending.

"Oh God," she gasped, moving faster as she got closer and closer, her channel gripping his dick and making it almost feel like she was pulling him in deeper with each movement. "I'm so close. Come with me, Q. Please, baby..."

He leaned up and captured her lips before gasping out and his body shaking with release. The kiss and change in angle was just enough to push her over the edge and she cried out softly as she collapsed against him.

"Fuck," she breathed when she finally caught her breath again, turning her head weakly to kiss his chest, feeling her body still fluttering around his cock. "Baby, tomorrow... I want you to take me whenever you want, okay? I'm going to be so ready for you all day. It doesn't matter what I'm doing. If you want me, just take me. I'm telling you right now that I'm so very okay with it it's not even funny."

He chuckled softly. "I'll keep that in mind, babe," he said with a smile as he smoothed his hands down her back. "Right now I think we need sleep," he whispered as he heard the telltale sounds of their drunk roommates heading into their own bedroom.

"Yeah," she whispered, sliding off him with a gasp of loss before reaching down to twist the release on his member to let him soften. Turning around to be the little spoon, she nestled back into him. "Hold me? I bet you're gonna be in me so much tomorrow, I won't even miss not sleeping with you filling me. Besides," she yawned, "I don't want to come in my sleep again."

"That was pretty impressive," he said with a smirk, remembering waking up to the sound of her soft cries as she rode his dick in her sleep, he kissed her shoulder and pulled the blankets over their bodies. "I love you, San."

"Shut up, you loved it," she smirked, snuggling back into him. "Love you too, Cap."

Santana woke slowly with a pleased grin curling her lips as she stretched. The apartment was quiet - a good sign that the boys had left for the day - and she was alone but could smell something delicious and hear soft noises coming from the kitchen. Any day she got to wake up with the pleasant soreness of a good sex session with Quinn between her thighs and smelling his cooking was a good one in her book.

Pushing the covers aside, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and got up. Not bothering to get dressed, she headed down the hall to the kitchen, smirking to see her man in nothing but a apron working the stove when she walked in. Coming up behind him, she wrapped her arms around him and nipped at his shoulder, pressing her body against him.

"Hmm," she purred softly, "I missed you when I woke up."

"Hey, babe," he smiled, "I thought you might want some food after the booze and sex last night." He said as he leaned over and grabbing a mug and poured coffee into it. "I'm making pancakes."

"Quinn," she teased, accepting the mug, "I'm starting to wonder about your heterosexuality here. Your sexy as hell girlfriend is naked and rubbing up on you and you haven't even offered a good morning kiss. I mean, do I need to get on my knees and blow you while you cook?" she smirked, sipping the coffee.

He turned around and kissed her hard. "Good morning," he said softly, "I didn't wanna burn your food because you'd yell at me."

"Not today," she smirked, reaching down to squeeze his ass with one hand as the other worked the valve so his erection could be pumped up. "Naked Saturdays are about sex and being happy, not yelling. If you burned my food, you'd just have to," she licked her lips, running her fingers up from his ass to stroke his chest, "make it up to me. Think you could?"

"Yes." He smiled, "But woman, stop touching me so I can get my strength up to fuck you today." He said sternly, "I need my strength!"

She laughed, but backed off. "Okay, Cap. I know I take it out of you," she teased with a wink, moving to lean against the sink and watch him as she sipped her coffee. "How about I do the dishes after so you can rest after eating?"

"We'll see." He said as he flipped the pancake. He went to the fridge and grabbed the juice glasses he had poured earlier and then the syrup and ketchup. He put the bacon that he made earlier in the microwave and heated it up again. He laid out the plates and cutlery and then put pancakes and fruit on their plates. "Chocolate chip for you and banana for me."

Santana accepted her plate with a lopsided smile, moving to the table where he'd set everything else up. "You are entirely too good to me, Quinn." Leaning over she kissed him softly, "I'm lucky to have you."

"Yes, you are," He replied with a smirk, "Now sit your fine ass down and eat." He said as he placed the bacon down.

Laughing, she dropped into the chair beside him. "Oh, we're a match. Our egos are almost the same size," she teased, taking a piece of bacon and nibbling on it as she watched him, "and we're both like crazy levels of sexy hot."

"This is abundantly true," he said with a smiled as he put syrup on his pancakes and ketchup on his plate for the bacon. "I like being able to just spend time with you."

"Me too," she spoke around a mouthful of food. Chewing and swallowing, she shrugged. "We've been crazy busy and haven't had as much time to just... hang out and be together like we were this summer. I've missed it."

"Me too." he said honestly, "School is crazy and I don't like not spending a lot of time together. Between your cheer practice and swim for me it's just kinda insane." He chewed some of his food and watched her, "Your parents left a message they'd like to come for dinner on Sunday if that's cool."

"That's fine with me," she shrugged. "Though we probably want to talk to the boys to make sure they're cool." She cut another bite off her pancakes with the edge of her fork, "Is something up? Usually we get a little more notice."

He shrugged, "I think we've been ignoring them." Quinn also knew that Maria mentioned a package coming for him. "Besides me picking up shifts on my off days we never really see them."

"I still can't believe you drive all the way back there to work, babe," she shook her head, eating some more of the pancakes. "Aren't you busy enough with school, swim and me?"

"I like cooking... OSU doesn't have a Culinary Major so..." He shrugged, "It's the least I can do, you know? They helped me out after I got hurt..."

"Yeah, but," she shrugged, pushing her food around, "I miss you. You come back late when you don't just crash at my parents' house and you're really tired... can't you find a place up here to work if you want to work?"

"It's just one day a week..." He said softly, "You're at practice and lab those nights anyway," he retorted. "If I wanna be a cook I need the hours, San. It's like the only thing I'm good at."

"Fine," she muttered, going back to her food. She didn't like him having to drive two hours each way, especially by himself, but she knew she wasn't going to win the argument no matter how much she tried. After a few more minutes, she decided she was done eating and got up to clean up.

He shook his head and got up and threw away his half eaten food and then put his plate in the sink. "I'm gonna shower," he said simply, going into the bathroom and closing the door and showering quickly.

She sighed, hearing the irritation in his voice as she started to run water in the sink to wash up. "Maybe Naked Saturday was a bad idea," she mumbled as she added soap to the water, "Cause I don't really feel very happy right now."

He came out a few minutes later drying off and remaining naked, "At least now I don't smell like bacon." He shrugged and threw the towel and apron he cooked in into the hamper. "Look, I know you don't like me going but I don't like being home alone ether. Sam has football and Blaine has the musical... You have cheerleading and that takes up everyone's nights. I only have swim which is twice a week and I really hate being alone so I go to work. I like to work, I like to cook."

"I don't mind you working, Quinn. I know you like it," she sighed, frustrated. "I'm just fucking scared okay? It's a long drive and you're all alone and tired," her knuckles started going white from how tightly she was gripping the edge of the sink. "I'm scared you'll be too tired one day and won't come home..."

"I'll always come home." He explained, "San, I will look for a job here if you prefer..." He looked down not really loving the idea of having to pass in another place. About having to give his work papers that still blatantly said "Lucy Fabray" all over them.

"Don't," she whispered, not turning around. "Don't do something you don't want to do just to make me happy. Just... just be careful... please. You're the only one who's ever loved me and I don't want to lose you because of something stupid."

"I still need to get some shit in order before I can get a job up here, okay?" He said, "I can't apply for kitchen jobs being Lucy on all of my forms..." He sighed and walked over to her and hugged her. "Sadly, the world won't love me as much as you do or accept me like your family and the homoexplosion coupling does." He kissed her shoulder blade. "Being at school is hard enough... I don't want anything else new right now."

"I know," she sniffed, reaching up to wipe at her face, still not facing him, "I'm just scared and I keep thinking I'm going to get a call one night saying there's been an accident. It's stupid cause who'd even know to call me?" She shrugged, shaking her head, "Don't worry about it."

"I have a picture of you and your cellphone number in my wallet. You are my emergency contact at school and the first number in my phone." He smiled, "You'd get called... You're my person... My everything, okay? But nothing will happen to me."

"I hope not," she whispered. She was still scared, but she knew she couldn't ask him to stop his long commute. "Can we... Quinn, can we just not talk about it anymore? I don't want to talk about it..."

"Okay," he whispered, as he kissed her neck. "How can I make you happy again?"

"I don't know," she mumbled, finally turning around to bury her face against his shoulder. "I just want to be as close to you as I can."

"I like being close to you," he whispered, "I always wanna be with you." He smiled and kissed her again softly, "You're my world, Santana Lopez."

She smiled and shook her head, reaching up to wipe a couple of lingering tears away. "How do you always know what to say when I'm feeling crappy?" She laughed softly, leaning up to kiss him. "I should probably get the dishes done before we do anything though." Turning back to the sink, she dropped the pan he'd used into the cooling but still very soapy water she'd ran a bit ago. "Don't want to hear Homoexplosion ranting about it again."

"Mmhm." He said as he ran his hand up and down her sides as she washed the dishes. His hips rocking his member into her ass as he kissed up the side of her neck.

Her breath caught in her throat, "Q-quinn? Babe," she gasped as he brushed against her ass, her hands stilling on the pan she was washing, "w-what are you doing?"

"Just playing," he said simply as he continued to rock against her.

"M-my," she struggled with her breath, her body responding to the feeling of him sliding against her, "my doing the dishes makes you want to play?" She smirked, or at least tried to, "Seriously, Q, you've got some w-weird turn ons."

"I'm a eighteen year old boy... and you are naked." He husked, "That turns me on. So does you being all domestic."

"You're odd," she leaned back with a teasing smirk for a kiss, inadvertently rubbing against him, "but I love you and I did give you standing permission to take me whenever today. Are you going to let me get these done," she gestured at the stack by the sink, "before you get me done?"

"Fine." He smiled, "I'm gonna go chill. You come find me when you're ready," he said before going to flop on the couch.

"Wow, you give up easy," she called back, continuing to wash the dishes, well aware he could see her from his spot on the couch. "Thought you were an eighteen year old boy, Q."

He shrugged and ran his hand over his body and started fondling his package. He made it so it was erect and watched her as she stood at the sink. A sly glance over her shoulder let her know he was watching, so she started swaying as she washed the dishes, humming softly to herself. She could feel her arousal pooling between her legs and beginning to slick her thighs as she swayed, moving her body under his gaze. He smirked and parted his legs slightly as he continued to stroke himself.

"Babe," she teased, "you comfortable over there?" She slid her legs apart as she spoke, deliberately arching her back so he could see her smooth core dripping with arousal as she worked to finish things up.

"I'm good." He moaned, "You seem a little wet over there... hard time drying the dishes?"

"Mmm, I just can't seem to get a grip on them," she called. "Everything's just so... slippery when it's wet like this."

He chuckled, "That was really bad. You sound like a Bon Jovi album."

"I blame Glee," she joked, drying off the last dish and turning to face him, running a hand over her stomach, teasingly brushing her fingers over the top of her core. "Guess I didn't need your help after all."

"You get wet watching me touch my cock," he said matter of factly, "You wanna come over here and play with it?"

"Hmmm," she dipped a finger between her folds, "maybe. Of course, you did decide to go play with yourself instead of me..."

"Just getting nice and hard for you," he said, taking his hands away and letting his cock stand up curving slightly to the left. "Think I'm hard enough?"

"You're always hard for me, Cap," she smirked. "I suppose I have to come over there and do all the rest of the work now, hmm?" She teased, continuing to coax her body into releasing more arousal. "You just want to lay back and watch me ride you until we're both dripping with my cum, don't you."

"Maybe you can ride my face first?" He asked, "I want your pussy to drip in my mouth."

She cocked a brow at him. "Oh do you now?" She stretched with a smirk, straightening from where she'd been leaning against the sink and slinking towards him. "You think you can handle that, baby? Sure I won't be too much for you?"

"Never." he smiled, "Get your ass over here."

She pushed him back on the couch, crawling up on top of him. "How do you want me, stud?" she smirked. "Facing your head or down where I can kiss you?"

"You don't like to give me head with this," he said, motioning to his cock. "How about just face my head and let me love you?"

"Quinn," Santana shook her head, smiling lopsidedly, "I don't mind this," she reached down to stroke his length, "as much as I did the strap on. This is just an extension of you. I can give you head with this if you want me to."

"Won't be the same as last night," He blushed, his hands holding her ass as he slid her closer. "Let me kiss you."

"Already developed a preference for how you want my mouth on you, baby?" She smirked and moved up to straddle his face. "Alright, big shot," she teased, lowering down towards him, "let's see if you can handle me."

He stroked her ass for a few moments before leaning up and sliding his tongue through her folds. He moaned into her skin as he lathed his tongue up and down for a few minutes teasing her.

"Oh fuck," she gasped, leaning forward to grip the arm of the sofa above his head. "O-only bad part about doing this on the sofa," she muttered, "is I only got so far to spread my legs."

He shrugged and slipped his tongue into her channel. "Sometimes I wish I could taste you as my cum seeps out of your hole."

She whimpered, rocking against his mouth, "Fuck, Q, why you gotta say stuff that makes me want you more?"

"Cause," he mumbled before moving his lips up to suckle at her clit.

Santana whimpered, grinding down into his mouth as she rode him. "Oh God, Quinn... I... I," she reached back with one hand and pressed his hand into her ass, "Hard, baby. I can't work you like I want here, so grip me hard."

HIs fingers tightened on her ass as he sucked her clit harder. He brought his tongue back down after a few minutes and slid it inside her and went about fucking her the best he could with it.

"Oh God!" she hissed, reaching up to pinch and tease at her nipples, knowing he could see her, "Fuck. Yes. Quinn." Her walls clenched and rippled against his tongue, squeezing down on him as her body responded to his actions.

He kept going as hard as he could and squeezing her ass as he moved with her writhing body. She whimpered and moaned above him as she moved, trying to get relief from the overwhelming frenzy of sensations coming from her lower body. She came hard, feeling something release inside of her that splashed out onto his face as she shook with a wordless cry, her body bowing under the intensity of her release.

He moaned and licked up all the essence that she gave away. He carefully cleaned her pussy and thighs of her juices before nipping her skin and smacking her ass softly as he moved her back to sit on his stomach. He used the back of his hand to wipe his face before smiling up at her.

"You look proud of yourself," she remarked, moving to lay against him with his member lightly pressing along her core as she straddled it.

"I like knowing I can make you fall over the edge." he said, kissing her lips softly. "I like kissing you and watching you writhe on me. Knowing that I give you pleasure."

"You do," she smirked, leaning up to kiss him back, relishing the taste of the two of them on his lips. "I kind of love kissing you after. Being able to taste both us like that..."

"I like it too," he said softly, running his fingers over her skin. "I love naked days."

"Maybe we should do it more often?" she mused softly, smiling as she kissed the scars on his chest. "I like seeing you like this."

"I always like you naked," he replied. "You're very warm and sexy."

"Damn straight," she snorted. "We've got the whole apartment to ourselves for a few more hours until the boys come home, baby... what do you want to do?"

"I'd be more than content to stay like this," he said softly. "I love being able to hold you."

"Naked on the sofa?" she snickered. "Much as I'd love to see the faces on Homoexplosion if they came home to see us like this, do you want them to?"

"We can move to bedroom for nakedness and napping," Quinn pointed out as he used his strength to scoop her up and carry her into the bedroom.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and smirked, "Gee, something tells me we're not gonna spend much time today outside of our room. But you're ready to sleep again already?" she teased.

"No. We can do whatever you'd like," he said softly. "I'm just needy today."

"I don't mind needy," she whispered into his neck as they crawled into bed together. "I like being able to cuddle and be close. But if you tell anyone, I wills end you."

"We fuck a lot, but we never really get to just cuddle... I know it's gross and romantic, but like we only do it when we're asleep." he admitted.

She shrugged. "It's not gross. I like it. I like when you're romantic, Q." She shrugged again, "I just don't want everyone to know. I want to keep it just ours, you know? Besides," she smirked, cuddling in and wrapping an arm around his chest, "I's gots a rep to protect. Can't have everyone be thinking I'm all soft and shit cause I'm with you."

"I think that we can keep that on the down low." He smiled and held her tighter.

She laughed. "Good. Wouldn't want anyone to try and steal you from me." She kissed the end of one of his scars, "You're kind of a perfect guy, Q. Sweet, sensitive - most of the time, caring and loving the romantic shit. I'm glad you're mine."

"You're the perfect girl. Sexy, smart, independent, and strong willed." He ran his fingers through her hair. "You're my other half... my heart."

"I'm not perfect," she snorted. "I'm insecure, needy, way too stubborn... I make you doubt yourself and that's not cool."

"I'm dysphoric, angry, paranoid, and hateful," he said, "but you make me feel normal and I hope I make you feel balanced too."

"I feel... I don't know," she whispered, trying to puzzle it out in her head before talking. "I feel confused a lot of the time, but when I'm with you, I don't have to think about all that. I don't have to worry about anyone else or what they might be thinking. Because you don't care. You just hold me and I can... relax. You know? I'm," she smiled shyly, "I'm kinda glad you're not a girl, Q. I don't know if I would have ever been really comfortable in a real relationship with you if you were. Not after Brittany..." she shook her head, trying to forget how awful she'd felt when the other girl dropped her again for Artie.

"Brittany was a bitch and you didn't deserve what she did to you." He said softly, "And she didn't deserve your love. I will try to earn your love everyday I'm alive if you let me."

"Quinn, stop acting like you have to prove something to me, okay?" Santana sighed, resting her head on his chest. "You don't have to earn my love. Just love me and I'll love you, okay? That's all we need, right? I want you more than anyone else, Q. Can't that be enough? I just want you, okay?"

"Okay." He said softly, "I just love you."

She laughed, turning her head to kiss his shoulder. "You're ridiculous. But I love you too. And I plan on sticking around for a good long while, so you're stuck with me. And all my ridiculous needs and wants and worries and inability to cook."

"You can do other things." He smiled, "Plus, you're pretty," he said and kissed her lips gently, "and you not cooking makes me want to take care of you more."

"Great," she chuckled softly, teasing, "so I'm the helpless woman now, huh? Good to know."

"No... I just think it's a boy's job to make sure his girl feels loved and respected and taken care of so she can do whatever it is she wants."

"Babe, I can take care of myself. You don't have to take care of me," but she smiled as she said it, enjoying that he wanted to. "And when do I get to take care of you? We're equals in this, Q. It doesn't matter if you're a boy or I'm a girl. We take care of each other and love each other and respect each other. I wanna be able to support you so you can do whatever it is you want too, you know."

"I know." He smiled. "But making you feel special is my hobby," he said as he tangled their fingers together.

"You do make me feel special," she smiled softly, happy and content in his arms. "Every day I get to wake up to you and fall asleep in your arms. You make me feel special when you smile at me from across the room when you realize I'm watching you. Trust me, babe, I feel special just knowing I get to have moments like this. That I'm the only one who does," she added possessively, hugging him tight.

He smiled and kissed her head. "Forever right? Until we're old and wrinkled?"

"That's the plan," she yawned, the warmth of his body making her drowsy.

"Close your eyes, babe," he said, "we can nap."

She chuckled drowsily. "I think you relax me a little too much, stud," she mumbled as she drifted off.