#1-Quinn (POV) and Santana

I knew I shouldn't have been staring. I should have averted my eyes. I was in public, she was a stranger, and to top it off my boyfriend was sitting right next to me. These reasons would be enough for a normal person to stop; yet here I was continuing to stare.

It's ironic because my boyfriend had been the one to drag me along tonight, insisting we come watch this dance performance to support one of his old college friends. Now I had something to be thankful to him for. I guess you're wondering what could cause me to think such thoughts if I'm already in a relationship. If you are you obviously haven't seen this girl. She is a vision in front of me; a tall, perfectly toned, dark haired Latina with eyes that could pierce through me and extract my every thought. It certainly didn't help my growing attraction to her that she was a dancer, gliding across the room and moving her body in ways that…well ways that shot electricity through my body and built up an uncomfortable throb between my legs.

I crossed my leg over the other as I sat fidgeting. My boyfriend took one of my hands in his but my attention was focused elsewhere. I swear her eyes flicked to mine but it happened so quickly I couldn't be sure. I continued to watch only her until the evening was over, hoping she would look over my way again but to my disappointment she didn't. I'm sure to everyone else it looked like I was enjoying the show, and damn I really was, but for only one reason, one very sexy reason. As the lights were brought back up he leant over to whisper in my ear, something about giving him a few minutes to catch up with his friend. I couldn't care less; he could do whatever he wanted. I hadn't felt love for him for some time now; it was just breaking his heart that I was avoiding. I got up myself and headed towards the bathrooms.

As the door swung open someone looked up from the counter and our eyes met in the reflection. My breath caught in my throat, it was her and it appeared as if she was alone.

"Can you help me with this zipper? These costumes are impossible to get out of!" she played off as if no introductions were needed.

I simply nodded, trying to avoid the certain stuttering that would come out if I tried to speak. I came up behind her, my fingers trembling as they took hold of the zipper and began to slide it down. Whatever genius had made this had designed the zipper to end just above the small of the back and my eyes were glazing over at the beautiful stretch of skin that was being revealed. Once my measly task was complete I looked up and met her eyes through the mirror once again. The sparkle in her eyes and smile tugging at her lips was enough for me to find my voice.

"You were magnificent out there tonight. Stunning really" I told her, as she turned around to meet me face to face. I was hoping she hadn't seen the shameless way I'd been staring at her throughout.

"I wasn't the only one out there you know?" She smirked. Okay so she definitely noticed. I was at a loss for words, this girl caused my insides to crumble and my usual knack for flirty banter had been completely diminished. She must have found it endearing, or pathetic and in need of saving, so she spoke again. "Not that I minded. I just think your boyfriend might have. A beautiful girl like you, no one likes sharing something that rare."

That was my moment of complete disregard for my sanity. I launched myself at her, pinning her against the countertop. My hands moved roughly through her hair as I wasted no time pushing my lips to hers. The kiss immediately sent shockwaves through my system. So this is what chemistry is, I mused. She held firmly to my waist as my eagerness got the better of me. She smiled into the kiss and licked at my bottom lip. Everything about her was divine and I had to have more, even if it killed me. I quickly granted her access and her tongue filling my mouth caused me to moan, loudly. I grabbed at the bottom of her skirt and bunched it up in my hand as I went to work; we were in public after all so I would have to be quick. My fingers traced the outline of her underwear but this wasn't proving enough for my sexy Latina counterpart. Her eyes once again stared me down, daring, insisting that I give her more. She took a firm grip of my wrist; if it weren't so pleasuring I'd be in pain. She was strong as she threaded my fingers underneath her underwear and sat them at their end goal. I got to work immediately as she sucked at my neck in the most wonderful of ways. Even though I was the one pleasuring her I could feel my own arousal reaching new heights as I rocked against her, my fingers pumping in and out of the goddess in front of me. She hissed out, refusing to use her words, but I wasn't dismayed by the stubbornness, the feeling of her writhing beneath me told me all I needed to know about how I was doing. Her breathing began to speed up as I pinched and rubbed at her clit. Making her chest heave as I was felt like revenge to me, a sweet satisfaction for the way she had made me feel during her performance. I was determined to make her now feel my power so I thrust my fingers deeper and harder causing her to gasp before reaching a very vocal orgasm. Her body turned to jelly underneath me and I held her until she was able to collect herself. I was somewhat disappointed when she turned around to pack up her belongings.

"Thanks for the help…" the girl began, satisfaction dripping off her words.

"Quinn. My name's Quinn."

She simply smiled that intoxicating smile and leant over to kiss me on the cheek. As she did she placed a piece of paper in my hand and then proceeded to walk out of the bathroom. I didn't hesitate to see what was written. Scrawled in black cursive was her name and number. Santana. It definitely suited her; sexy, sophisticated, and sultry. Next time we met it would come off my tongue nicely, and hopefully so would she. Damn my flirty banter was back and she was long gone. Getting my own things together I went to see about my ride home. My boyfriend was waiting near the exit for me. He immediately put his arm around my shoulder and began to walk me out.

"Have fun tonight?" He asked me.

I could only smile and nod. If only he knew just how much…