Heres the next chapter! A few questions were answered but this might or might not also end on a cliffhanger... ;)

"Ugh." Quinn groaned as she regained consciousness, her head was pounding and her mouth tasted like five different things all at once. She reaches up to rub her temples, and made the mistake of opening her eyes. All at once the light rushed into them and it felt as if her eyes were about to melt if she didn't shut them. Were mornings always this bright and annoying? She rolls over to be away from the shining sun that's coming in through the window. But as she rolls over, her face is smothered with brown hair.

She quickly pulls away and tries to spit out the hair that got into her mouth. Well that's why the room smells like sex. "I think it's a little too late to try and spit anything out, babe." Quinn's little moment of gay panic gets interrupted and her head snaps back to the body next to her in the tiny bed.

The girl stretches and Quinn see's red marks on her back and blushes as she realizes that they were probably made by her. The mystery girl takes her time stretching and Quinn gets a little anxious. She wanted to know what the girl looked like, if she were hot or not. Quinn hoped she was. I mean this was her first time with a girl, she wanted her to look at least decent.

...That was her first time with a girl. THAT WAS HER FIRST TIME WITH A GIRL! It wasn't supposed to be like this! It was supposed to be special! With someone who she trusted! Not with some random chick from a party that she didn't even know. The girl starts to roll over and Quinn is still freaking out. Her first time, her first time and she doesn't even remember half of it! Though the parts she did manage to remember seemed to be quite great.

Quinn was so busy with her thoughts that she didn't even realize the girl had completely rolled over. At least, she didn't realize until she heard her scream. Quinn looks up and as she sees the girl's face. She understands why she screamed.

Oh my god.

~~oOo~~

Santana's morning was better. Though only for a little amount of time. It started off good though. She woke up rested and very comfortable, though slightly unnerved from the conversation she had with Mercedes. Though when she opened her eyes and a very furry and infuriated face, was within inches of her own, things went downhill fast.

She shrieks and tries to move away from the monster, but then she realizes that she can't move and the reason being, someone was holding her. "What's wrong, Sannie?" Santana shrieks once again at the sound of that voice. She would recognize that voice even if it was coming from a blown out speaker in a crowded concert, so it was definitely easy to recognize it when it was right next to her ear.

"Brittany?!" Santana manages to untangle herself from the blonde and jumps up off the bed. As she gets off she steps what looks like the tail of the furry thing that was up in her face earlier, and it is not happy about that. She hears a hiss and something that was along the lines of a meow and battle cry.

She realizes all too late that the "thing" was Lord Tubbington. And that he was launching himself at her face. She lets out a glass breaking scream as his claws sink into her face. But, being the douchebag that he was, Lord Tubbington doesn't just stop there, no, he also scratches her face more and bite her nose. She was screaming at the top of her lungs now, and looked like she was having a karate match with her beard.

Brittany finally goes to take him off of her face but by now her face was just about numb, "Sannie, if you calmed down, he would've left you alone." "CALM?! HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO BE CALM WHEN HE'S TRYING TO MAKE MY FACE INTO LUNCH MEAT?!" "You don't have to yell Sannie, I was trying to help." Santana does feel a little guilty because Brittany's making her sad face now, but her face had just gotten mauled. She assumed that gave her a free card.

"BRITTANY MY ENTIRE FACE IS BLEEDING!" "I'm sorry! But it's not my fault that Lord T. doesn't like you." Santana wants to say so much more right now but she knows it won't get her anywhere, and it definitely won't heal her wounds, so she just closes her mouth and goes to the bathroom, where she hopefully can stop the bleeding for she bleeds out and dies.

After thirty minutes and ten bandages, Santana leaves Brittany's bathroom looking like she just got back from war. She walks over to the empty bed and checks under it to see if Lord Tubbington was hiding and waiting for her, then finally sits down.

She wonders where Brittany is. Brittany. Santana sighs, she had gone and run off to Brittany again. God she was weak. After being called out by Mercedes last night, her ego was pretty beat up, and she was bummed. Because, even though she didn't admit it to Mercedes, she was right. She shouldn't let Brittany have this much of a hold on her.

But, when she opened the auditorium doors last night, Brittany was there, waiting for her since who knows how long. She offered Santana a smile, and asked if she wanted to go back to her house, and hangout like they always did on Fridays. So she might always be running into Brittany's arms, but they were the only ones that were always open for her.

~~oOo~~

Quinn and her one-night stand, if you could even call her that, because does someone really count as a one-night stand if you've stayed at their place before? Well either way, they were still staring at each other, wide eyed and mouths open. Though one of them looked like they had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar, and the other as if their best friend had kissed them.

"Quinn..." the brunette breathed, still in shock. And Quinn, still not believing that this was actually happening, was at a lost for words. "How...you don't even..." The brunette shook her head and rubbed her face in an attempt to get out of her stupor. "Um, my friend...He invited me to the party..."

She answered the question Quinn kind of asked, but there were more important ones that needed to be asked. But first, "You came all the way to Connecticut for a party?!" That question she didn't seem to want to answer though, so Quinn decided to ask the important questions.

"Why would you have sex with me, Ashley?! What happened to your boyfriend?! And what about Santana? Does she know that you're here?" Ashley took a while before she said anything, though when she did it didn't really make a difference, "Santana's in Ohio for her Glee club thing."

"I know that! But what I don't know, is why my friend's roommate would go to a party in a different state, flirt with and sleep with with me!" "I didn't know it was you!" Ashley defended, and Quinn understood why "Regina George," sounded so familiar last night, it was a character from the movie that Ashley and her watched.

"Oh my god! Regina George! I should have known it was you!" "Please, every girl has seen that movie." Ashley dismissed, temporarily forgetting about their situation. "Yeah, but how many of them are actual lesbians and how many of those lesbians would use it as a pickup line?!" "They could be bi! And I didn't use it a pickup line, remember?"

Now, Quinn was starting to get agitated, "Yeah, I remember. That's actually one of the very few things I can remember!" "You don't remember anything? Were you that drunk?" Ashley asks, and Quinn narrows her eyes, "Well, obviously you were too, otherwise you would've known it was me!" Ashley winces when Quinn yells, "Okay, okay. We were both drunk. But you don't have to yell, I wouldn't want some old guy coming in telling us to keep the noise down when we're still naked."

Quinn's head snaps down to her body and she sees that, she is indeed, naked. She grabs the first thin she sees; a t-shirt on the floor, and quickly puts it on. She looks back up, slightly blushing, and sees Ashley with a small smile on her face. Confused, she looks back down to see if her boob was showing or something. But she realizes that it isn't her shirt, which only means that it's Ashley's.

She blushes more before saying, "Can we meet at the cafe in an hour and talk then? I need to go back to my dorm." Quinn quickly goes around the room gathering her clothes, while trying to avoid looking at Ashley or her...assets. And rushes out the door, not seeing Ashley's smile grow bigger.

Ashley managed to be her first girl sex partner, and also the person who made her take her first walk of shame.

~~oOo~~

Santana had moved from Brittany's bedroom to the living room, where she sat on the couch, watching Friends. Brittany was no where to be seen and Santana didn't know if she felt relieved about tat or not. Her attention was torn from the TV however, when the doorbell rang. She goes over to the door to answer it, and when she opens the door...

"Look, Brit, I'm just gonna cut to the chase; you need to stop going after Santa-" Mercedes stops mid sentence when she realizes that the person who answered the door, was in fact, not the blonde, but the girl who she had come to talk about.

Mercedes eyes narrow and she clenches her jaw, "Judging by the way you look, I'm guessing that you didn't just come here to break things off."

Santana didn't need to look to know that she was still in her pajamas, had no makeup on, and had a serious case of bed-head. "Really, Santana? After everything I said last night, and you decide to go have a slumber party with her?" "No, I-" Santana's cut off though, when Brittany suddenly appears out of nowhere, "Who's at the door, Sannie?" Of course she would show up now!

"It's-" "Mercedes! Yay! Do you wanna join me and Sannie's sleep over? I mean we already did the sleeping part last night, but you can still come over!" Santana mentally face-palms and curses her bad karma. Mercedes shift's her attention back to Santana and gives her a look that screams, "It's exactly what I think, isn't it?"

Santana just huffs and opens the door the rest of the way, and lets Mercedes in. "Come in, I'll explain everything." Mercedes saunters in, and sits down on the couch where Santana had been, and when Brittany announces that she's going into the kitchen to make her "famous" smoothies, Mercedes quickly exchanges her smile for a frown as she snaps her head to Santana, "You've got about ten minutes to explain, so you better choose your words wisely, because you're explaining everything. Starting with why I saw y'all swapping spit in the choir room."

Santana grimaces at Mercedes way of phrasing it, but sits on the loveseat perpendicular to where the darker girl was sitting. "Well, I brought her there to just break things off completely, but we ended up talking about a bunch of things.

"Well you mind repeating those things." It was a question, but the way she said it, it made Santana feel as if she didn't really have a choice.

She takes a deep breath before telling the story, "Well,"...

Was the cat scene familiar? Well if you read my other fic "With Santana and Quinn" then you probably remember something very close to that happening. Though I might be a little crazy for doing something like that on two fics...But pm me if you have a tumblr and we can be crazy together on there!

Next chapter in a few days and it 'll have Quinn and Ashley's coffee "date" and you'll get to here what happened with Santana and Brittany in the choir room...