Quinn grins when she opens the picture Santana just sent her. She licks her lips as she checks out her naked body. She's seen her girlfriend naked more times than she can count, but she'll never get tired of it. Especially not when she's posing like this, and with that naughty smile on her face. Just imagining the things she wants to do to her right now makes her hard.

Another text from Santana comes in. You alive?

Quinn smirks and types a fast reply. Barely. You make me so hard, babe.

Quinn is 100% sure her girlfriend has a smug grin on her face right now. She doesn't take long to reply. Show me how hard.

Quinn groans - she would much rather be with Santana and feel her tight pussy around her dick, but fair is fair. She takes off her pants and boxers, grabs her dick and gives it a few tugs, to make it really hard for her girlfriend to enjoy. Looking into the camera with the bedroom eyes she knows drive her girlfriend wild, she snaps the picture and sends it to Santana, eagerly awaiting her reply.

… Or at least, she thinks she sent it to Santana. When two text messages arrive at the same time, she feels like she can't breathe. The first is from Santana. Come on, baby, don't leave me hanging… The second is from Rick "the Stick" Nelson. Five words. Freak! You are dead, Fabray.

She blinks, but it's still there. She turns her phone off and then back on, but it's still there. She really did make the unbelievably stupid mistake of texting a naked picture of herself, dick in full glory, to the school's most annoying bully. She thinks she might just die.

She jumps up when her phone rings. Santana. She picks up, but her throat is dry and her voice hoarse. "Hi."

"Babe, I know you're into teasing, but I'm really -" then the sound of Quinn's voice registers, and Quinn knows that Santana knows it's not her horny hoarse voice, but her worried hoarse voice. "What's wrong, Quinn?"

"So I took this picture of my dick, and it has my face on it as well."

"Sexy. Why didn't you send it to me?"

"I thought I had. But I accidentally sent it to Rick."

"Shit."

Santana kisses Quinn on the lips softly. "Everything will be okay, baby. I promise. I bet people will barely mention it."

Quinn scoffs. "I appreciate the effort, but Santana… people are going to mention it. Sure, there were rumors I had a dick, but nobody actually believed them, you know? They just thought Brittany confused a lifelike strap-on for a real dick."

Santana nods. "Yeah, you're right. But you run that school, baby. I know you won't let them take you down. And I'll make damn sure nobody touches you, or they'll die a slow and painful death," she says, her eyes cold and hard. If Quinn weren't so worried at the moment, she'd be totally turned on.

They get out of the car and walk towards the school as if nothing happened. Unfortunately, they're the only ones. First, they encounter a group of sophomore girls. As soon as they spot Quinn, they start giggling and pointing at her. Santana moves to give them hell, but Quinn just shakes her head. Santana takes a deep breath and nods. This is going to be a long, hard day.

The punch comes out of nowhere. Quinn's head is spinning for a moment, but she gets back to her feet in an instant. "What the fuck?" she snarls at Azimio, who stands before her with a huge grin.

Another blow, to her stomach this time.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Quinn recognizes her girlfriend's voice. "Don't you know not to hit a lady?"

"A lady?" Azimio laughs. "Yeah, right. Rick's sent everyone the picture. This freak right here? Not a lady. Gotta take it like a guy, Quinn."

"If I wanted to be one, I'd be ten times the guy you are," Quinn throws back. "Now back the fuck off before I hit you were it hurts. Trust me, I know where it hurts."

It goes on like that for the remainder of the day. Guys either calling her 'dude', or downright treating her like she's one of the guys. Or insulting her. The girls seem to be divided. Of course, they have to have gym that day.

"I'm not changing in the same room as her… him… whatever it is," Shelley whines to the others. "What if she gets an erection while I'm changing?"

Quinn squints her eyes. "You do realize we've been changing in the same room for years, right? And you've never noticed."

"Besides," Santana adds. "Don't flatter yourself, Quinn's dick is used to hotter than you to get it hard."

"I'm confused," Tina says. "I mean, no offense, but… Santana, I thought you were gay? But you're dating someone with a dick?"

Santana and Quinn both sigh. They know Tina really does mean well and she really doesn't mean offense. But this is exactly why they tried to keep it quiet.

"I'm still a girl," Quinn says softly. She swallows and looks up, looking everyone in the room in the eyes. "I'm just as much a girl as all of you. Having a penis or a vagina doesn't determine what gender you are. I'm a girl. I like to wear dresses and I paint my nails. I have to go bra shopping like all of you, and I love shopping like most of you. I'm a lesbian girl just as much as my girlfriend is a lesbian girl."

Tina nods and gives them a small smile, but unfortunately, not everyone is as understanding. "Bullshit, Fabray. It's gross," Shelley says. "Like, ew. I'd cut it off if I were you."

Quinn laughs. "You wouldn't have to cut if off, Shelley Rogers."

Santana knows exactly what her girl is thinking. "Yours would fall off, with all the diseases you get from sleeping around without any kind of protection."

"I actually think it's kind of hot," Kate shrugs. "I mean, a girl with a dick probably knows what girls like. It's probably tons better than some sweaty guy who doesn't know what makes a girl feel good."

Santana quirks an eyebrow and growls. "Hands off, she's mine, alright?"

Kate shrugs. "Just saying. I'd do you, Quinn."

Santana takes a step closer, but Quinn stops her. "Thanks for the compliment, but I'm not interested," Quinn says.

People just can't seem to let it go. Every single second of the day, Quinn has to deal with the looks, the whispers, the laughs, the disgust. And even worse - Santana has to deal with it too.

"Hey, Lopez, you can suck my dick too, you know," Rick calls out to her.

Santana huffs. "I only suck ladydick. And I have standards. You guys don't even come close to meeting up to them. My Quinn is bigger than any of you could dream of, and none of you have those tits I'm crazy about. I know you're jealous, but keep it down?"

Quinn is just around the corner and hears the entire conversation go down. Something inside of her just snaps. Without a word, she turns around. She walks straight to her locker and grabs a few books, not even looking which ones she's stuffing into her back. There's still two classes to go, but Quinn makes her way to the parking lot, not looking up at anyone or anything. It's almost as if she's in another world. She only has the state of mind to send Tina a text. Can you bring Santana home for me? Thanks. I owe you.

Quinn's phone rings. She casts a quick glance, more out of habit than curiosity, and puts it down again. Santana. She's called her about a million times now, and sent a ton of texts. Quinn knows that Santana must be confused, but everything's clear to her. She looks at the piece of paper she drew up. It almost looks like notes for school, with the arrows and the colours. She keeps looking at the worst scenario, and she knows what she has to do.

Quinn hasn't gone to school in days. She hasn't been talking to Santana either, really needing this time to think. She sent Santana a text to let her know she's okay, but hasn't had contact with her since. She doesn't want to drag Santana into this any more than is necessary.

But now, she's sure. She starts from her experience: people are treating her as if she's a guy. People are asking Santana why she's dating a girl with a dick if she's gay. Guys are acting like Santana's into guys, just because Quinn has a dick. The next logical step, according to Quinn, is that people will think Santana's into guys. It was such a struggle for her girlfriend to come to terms with being gay, and then to just owning it. She doesn't deserve this. What if Santana can't deal with it? She knows how Santana gets when that happens. She gets into fights. There's only so much patience she has before she starts using her fists instead of her words. It would be completely unfair for Santana to be getting in trouble because of Quinn's stupid mistake. She's breaking up with her.

Quinn is shaken from her thoughts when her window opens and she recognizes her girlfriend's very colorful language. She can't help but smile at it. She's going to miss these little things. She gets up to help Santana through the window, but as always, her girlfriend doesn't need any help.

"So, you are alive? Asshole," Santana says, clearly angry. "Want to tell me what the fuck is going on?"

Quinn blinks. "… You know what's going on."

"Exactly what part of your thick brain told you it'd be a good idea to disappear into your room and just leave me to fend for myself with those fucking idiots at school? I can take care of myself but it'd be nice to have the support of my girlfriend. And why the fuck have you been ignoring me?"

Quinn takes a deep breath. "Baby," she starts, but catches herself at the term of endearment. "Santana, I've been thinking."

But Santana isn't listening. She's seen the piece of paper in front of Quinn and grabs it, reading it with an amused smirk. She laughs and shakes her head. "I'm sorry, but this is adorable. It's so you. If I read your colors and markings right, you're going to tell me we're breaking up?"

Quinn sighs. "It's for the best, Santana. For both of us. You don't deserve any of this. You don't have to deal with this."

"Then come back to school and stand by my side, like the strong woman you are. And breaking up? No way."

"It's for the best."

"They may call you a guy, but that's no reason to act like one. I'll decide what's best for me, thank you very much. And what's best for me is you being my girlfriend. Now I brought notes with me from school, you've missed quite a few classes. You're coming back tomorrow - it's Friday, all our classes are together. We'll end this stupid shit, okay?"

Quinn frowns, a bit overwhelmed by Santana taking control of the situation. This is not how she expected this to go down. She thought Santana would be crying, reacting dramatically, she thought she'd feel hurt but know it was the best. Instead, Santana just brushes it off as a silly idea and gets to business.

"I've never felt like a guy," Quinn says. "It's weird that others see me this way now. I mean, it doesn't even make sense, you know? And I don't want them to think you are straight because of this."

"Honestly? I don't give a fuck what they think, Quinn. I'm just happy to have a beautiful girlfriend, who happens to have a delicious dick. Doesn't make you any less of a girl. I'm as gay as they come, and I worship you, heart and soul. And dick."

To prove her point, Santana gets down on her knees. Before Quinn can stop her, Santana has opened her pants, pulled down her underwear and taken out her dick. She pumps it slowly, squeezing softly. Quinn moans, knowing what comes next.

Santana takes her hair in one hand and flips it over her shoulder. She wraps her lips around the head of Quinn's dick and slowly sucks down on it. She moans softly when she feels her dick hardening in her mouth, sending vibrations around Quinn's now throbbing member. Santana hollows her cheeks and uses her tongue to bring her girlfriend just that little bit closer to heaven. She uses her hands to play with Quinn's balls and feeds herself more of her dick. Quinn is panting and moaning under her touch, lifting her hips into Santana's mouth. She rests her hand on the back of Santana's head, loving the way her girlfriend makes her feel. "Oh God, I'm so close, please don't stop!"

Santana just smiles and hums, knowing what it does to Quinn. With a high-pitched sound leaving her throat, Quinn's cum spills into Santana's mouth. Santana swallows it eagerly, sucking even harder to get more. Quinn loses all control over her body and it's jerking violently, but Santana knows what she's doing. Quinn's flushed face, the pants, the moans… they make her so damn hot. And then tasting her delicious cum, having her mouth so full of Quinn's dick… she loves it.

She gently lets go of Quinn's dick and undresses. Before Quinn can do anything, Santana pushes her down on the bed and straddles her hips. "I love you, Quinn Fabray. You're my girl and you always will be. Even when you're my wife, you'll still be my girl."

Quinn leans up and captures Santana's lips for a kiss. "I love you so much, sweetie," she says, heartfelt. "So much."

Quinn tries to cup Santana's breast, but Santana takes her hand away. "This is all about you, baby. Lie down and enjoy."

Quinn knows that look on Santana's face and listens. Santana leans down with her and starts kissing her neck. She's stroking Quinn's dick gently with one hand and kneading her chest with the other. She palms her tits, plays with her nipples, sucks on her neck. It completely messes with Quinn, because part of her is calming down, but another part of her is getting really worked up.

Santana moves her mouth lower and starts licking Quinn's nipples lovingly. She alternates between them, sucking them in and then letting them go. Santana knows just how much Quinn loves this. She takes her sweet time showing Quinn just how much she loves every part of her body. The heat emanating from Quinn's skin, the sounds she makes, the way her eyes are filled with lust.

When Santana is so wet she can't take it any longer, she sits up and guides Quinn's dick to her entrance. She fills herself with it slowly, enjoying the feeling of Quinn stretching her walls. Quinn pushes into her, loving this slow sex. Santana pushes herself down on Quinn's dick, completely taken by surprise when she feels Quinn's finger on her clit. She wants to move her hand away in her mission to make this all about Quinn, but Quinn shakes her head. "I want you to feel good, too. That's really important to me," Quinn says.

Santana nods and allows Quinn to touch her. Their bodies are rocking together, moving to a climax very slowly. Santana's hot pussy massages Quinn's hard dick, filling it up completely. There is so much love in their touches and their looks, so much adoration. Santana can feel her body tensing up, loving the sensation of Quinn's dick working her pussy and her finger rubbing her clit at the same time.

She can see on Quinn's face that she's close as well, but Santana comes first. The feeling of her pussy gripping her dick, fluttering around it, sends Quinn over that edge as well. Her hot seed makes its way into Santana, filling her with a few long spurts.

When they've both come down from it, Quinn pulls Santana into her. Santana lies down on top of her girlfriend, her dick still inside of her. "I love you, Quinn."

"I love you too, Santana. I'm so sorry for trying to break up with you, and for leaving you to fend for yourself. I'll do anything I can to make it up to you."

"Don't worry about it. I know you, Quinn. I know you, and I love you."

As soon as Quinn walks into the main hallway, she hears a nasty laugh. "If it isn't our freak of nature. Boy, girl, who will say?"

Quinn feels absolutely confident after last night and barely gives him a look. "Oh please, Rick. You're just jealous because mine is bigger and better than yours."

"It definitely is," Santana winks.

They walk away, holding hands this time. "I'm so taking revenge on them. Can I count on you to help me with a plan?"

"Always, baby," Santana winks, then leans in for a kiss. "Love you."s