Disclaimer: I don't own glee and it makes me cry. Just a quick 3 shot after of what I would've like to happen after the slap. Enjoy!

The sound of the hard slap followed by a loud gasp echoed in the quiet room leaving both girls to stand in dazed amazement until Santana reacts without thinking and returns Quinn's slap. Quinn stood shocked at the piano her cheek stinging after the viscous slap that Santana just gave her. She straightened her shoulders and brushed the wrinkles out of her dress. She barely noticed the shocked expression that Santana was sporting because it didn't matter all that mattered was getting even. Her eyes flickered to the red hand print prominent on the Latina's tanned skin, she's sure that her cheek is throbbing as much as hers is right now.

Quinn smirks, "You see San I've always known you were jealous of me."

Santana glares crossing her arms over her chest, "How do you figure that Quinnie?"

Quinn smirk widens, her voice dripping in honey, "Well Sanny this is high school all over again you want my life. I'm a better cheerleader than you ever were I've always been the best and the only reason you got to be head cheerio was because I wasn't on the squad. You have no idea how many times Coach tried to persuade me to rejoin senior year because you were doing a shitty job." She ignores Santana's pissed off look, "I'm dating a successful professor while you broke up with the one person that put up with your shit."

Santana chinches her jaw and stocks around the piano standing toe to toe with Quinn. She smiles sweetly, "You have no clue about what the hell you're talking about Fabray so leave Britt out of this. And I thought we went over this honey, you might be banging your teacher for your grades but I don't need to. I never had to bend over to get the things I wanted."

"No you just spread your legs and screwed over everyone that cares about you," Quinn retorts.

"I spread my legs for people I wanted not because I got things from them. I still have a healthy relationship with Britt while every single one of your exs can't stand to be near you," Santana continues taunting the blonde. "I have actual friends rather than sheep that follow me around kissing my ass."

Quinn laughter cuts into her rant, "Like you used to kiss mine once upon a time sweetie if fact you kisses my ass all through high school. You had your nose so far up my ass I'm surprised that you didn't tickle my tonsils with your tongue. Face it San I'm a better cheerio, student, friend while our former Gleek may have forgiven you now for being a bitch but they forgave me a long time ago. And I didn't even have to beg like you did."

"And where have you been for your friends? Huh Q you've been back once since you've been gone while I've been here helping the jolly green moron and the rest of our friends." Santana semi shouts, "The play, I helped out you didn't even answer your fucking phone. When Britt was spiraling I came back where the hell were you!"

Quinn nostrils flare, "Where was I? I had classes Santana that I couldn't ditch for the play. God, you're seriously asking me that?"

"Yes Quinnie I'm seriously asking you that," Santana smiles sweetly. "Because I didn't see you come down for the play or when Finn was screwing up Glee."

"I was with Rachel and Kurt helping them when Finnidiot and Blaine broke their hearts! On the phone with Brittany when you dumped her for some fugly chick that you never even met! On the computer Skyping with Tina after this new girl steals the spot that she's worked so hard for, for the last three years." Her voice getting louder and louder, "Having a drinkothon with Mike after that idiot broke up with Tina for no damn reason. And struggling not to strangle Blaine when he calls me crying because he couldn't keep it in his pants."

Santana pushes Quinn back a little and steps into her space. Quinn glares and pushes Santana back lifting her chin defiantly daring her to do it again. "So what I haven't been able to get down here as often as you but I'm still there for everyone, bitch so back the hell off."

Santana never one to back down from a challenge pushes Quinn a little harder this time, making her lose her footing slightly, "What about me!? Where were you for me? I was hurting too, but you never called me?

Quinn growls pushing Santana harder but the Latina was expecting this and barely manages not to budge, "Bullshit! That's complete bullshit! I did call you over and over again but you never answered the fucking phone! You ditched me not the other way around!"

Quinn chest was moving up and down rapidly her eyes flickering from Santana's lips to her eyes. Before Santana could register the movement Quinn was pulling her into a scorching kiss. Santana yelps in surprise allowing Quinn's tongue to enter her mouth. The Latina moans loudly when Quinn's skillful tongue strokes her own lightly. She grabs two fistful of long silky blonde hair making her head band fall to the floor, her intension was push Quinn away but she only held her in place.

Their tongues dueled against each other struggling to gain control. Santana's tongue follows Quinn's into her hot wet mouth. Quinn smirks sucking on the wet muscle dropping all the moisture in Santana's body south making her buck her hips into the blondes. Quinn whimpers when her semi hard member struggles to stand at attention in her tight underwear. Quinn chuckles pushing her friend into the piano forcefully, almost painfully extracting a long drawn out moan from the girl.

Quinn rips her lips away when the need to breath became too much panting she runs her tongue down Santana's pulse point enjoying the small skips and stutters of her heart making her hard cock jump with it. She chuckles into her skin, "This is what you want isn't Sanny? You always wanted my lips on you, huh? Even when you were with Brittany I was the one you always wanted."

She was kind of surprised at her boldness and she sure that Santana was surprised as well. Santana groans shaking her head denying it even though her body was screaming the truth, "Screw you Fabray!"

Quinn lifts her head her eyes twinkling mischievously, "Oh don't worry baby I'm going to screw you." She presses her knee into Santana's center groaning when she feels Santana's heat and wetness on her leg. "I'm going to screw you so well that when you're all alone in your dorm at night you'll be thinking of me. My touch. My lips. My tongue all over you," She brings her lips to Santana's ear making the girl shiver, "When you dream at night it's going to be about me not Britt or that library girl that intrigues you only me."

Santana groans when Quinn slides her hand under her dress to cup her wet center. Her cock hardening more with the wet heat at her finger tips, "And when you can't stand the thought of not having my hands on you anymore, you're going to come running back to me. Begging me to take you over and over again but maybe I will or maybe I won't."

Santana shakes her head, "Not…likely…Quinnie." But she tilts her head to the side giving Quinn better access. Her eyes cross when Quinn bites down on her neck and flicks her bundle of nerves.

"Deny it all you want baby but this," she flicks her clit again chuckling as Santana lifts her hips trying to get the questing finger where she needs it, "this tells me that you're lying to yourself and me."

Quinn pushes aside Santana's sad excuse for panties, they might as well be dental floss. She groans when she feels the hot wetness at her finger tips, "Is this all for me baby?"

Santana shakes her head still denying the fact that it was Quinn Fabray reduces her into a puddle of helpless want.

Quinn teases circling her finger around the quivering hole, "All this is for me." She moans answering her own question, "I bet you taste as good as you feel."

Santana's head falls back her head screaming 'fuck it' and she finally gives in. The throbbing in her center is too much to bare, "Why don't you try it and find out?"

Quinn nips at her throat grinning at the fact that she won this round, "Maybe or maybe I won't."

Santana groans, "I swear to god Fabray if you don't finish what you started and fuck me…"

Quinn bites down hard on her shoulder through the dress effectively quieting the girl, "Oh trust me I will but first," she dips her finger inside of Santana almost whimpering as her center tries to suck her in, "first I'm going to eat you until you're screaming my name." She thrusts her finger, relishing on the heat surrounding her, into Santana softly, "Then I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name."

Santana moans bulking her hips up to meet Quinn's thrusting finger. She brings her head forward blinking trying to shake the fog out of her brain. She stares at Quinn her eyes completely black, "Don't make promises you can't keep Q."

Quinn chuckles at the raspy voice, "Oh don't worry S I plan on making good on everything." She steps back already missing the heat from her body, "Take off your dress S but leave on the heels I want to fuck you with them on."

She smirks again when Santana rips her dress off almost tearing it in her haste. She stands there almost naked leaking down her legs. Quinn has to bite back a moan at the image in front of her, the sexy brunette clad in only her panties and bra. Santana's nipples hard and puckered straining against the lacy bra, waiting to be touched. Santana's pussy has a wet patch on her panties as the rest is dripping onto the floor ready for her. All this is for her and suddenly it made her nervous because what if Santana laughs at her or she doesn't please her. She's had so much more experience than Quinn so what if she's not any good.

Santana sees the flicker of doubt run across Quinn's face and suddenly she feels a little self-conscious. As long as she's known Quinn she's never shown any signs of liking the fairer sex so maybe she's changed her mind. Santana clears her throat gaining the blonde's attention, "Quinn…"

Quinn shakes her head and squashing all the doubt back down and steps up to Santana running her hands up and down her sides. Quinn bites her lips, "San…there's something I should tell you before this goes any further…"

Santana sighs looking for her dress, "Look Q, forget it I know that you're not gay and this just got out of hand. We'll just forget that it ever happened, okay?"

Quinn shakes her head pressing against Santana harder, "No that's not it if you'd just shut and listen than I can tell you." Santana looks her in the eyes waiting, "I'm not…I'm not like regular girls okay. It's just that I have something that most girls don't."

She looks down slightly ashamed but Santana tilts her face back up gently, "Talk to me Q, I promise that this doesn't change how I feel about. You're my friend no matter how much we fight, we'll always be friends."

Quinn swallows grabbing her other hand and guiding it under her dress to feel the straining cock under it. "I'm not normal and I've never done this before. I mean I've fooled around with that professor but even she doesn't know about this."

Santana's eyes widen in surprise, she squeezes the hard member in her hand eliciting a tiny whimper from her blonde friend. She has so many questions running through her mind but that was for later. It's a little weird yeah but it doesn't change the fact that wants it and she wants it now.

Smirking devilishly, she runs a manicured nail along the thick outline, "I think you made some promises that you need to keep Fabray unless you're all talk. And this," She squeezes for emphasis getting a small whimper from the blonde, "doesn't give you an out."

Quinn smiles brightly before crashing their lips together again. Santana whimpers when Quinn's cock jumps and twitches in her hand and their mouths duel once again. Quinn releases her hold on Santana's wrist and moves her hands to find the clasps of her bra. Santana moans as her breast are freed and Quinn's fingers roll and tug on her aching nipples. The throbbing need in her center becomes pulsating and she needs something anything to make it better.

Quinn lets go of Santana's breast and runs her hands down to her thighs and lifts her onto the piano making the other girl yelp in surprise at the show of strength. She spreads Santana's legs open wide and step between them. Her own dress is bunched up around her waist since Santana hasn't let go of her cock at all. Her boldness was coming back and she removes the Latina's hand making her grunt in annoyance. She pulls back taking in the picture of Santana sitting there lips swollen and panting for her.

"Lift up a little," she mutters as she eases the ruined pants down her long toned legs. Quinn swallows hard seeing the pink wet pussy in front of her. Ready for her. Waiting for her. Whimpering plants small wet kisses up Santana's legs until she reaches her center. She inhales deeply groaning, "Fuck you smell so good baby."

Santana moans laying back spreading her legs wider, "Please baby…please."

Quinn moans licking the slit gathering her juices into her mouth, "Oh fuck you taste so good." Her cock hard and aching straining to get out of its confines and into the wet heat in front of her. Moaning she dives in for another taste sucking on the hard clit Quinn enters her with two fingers. Santana whimpers her hands fisting in Quinn's hair again holding her in place, "Oh fuck Quinn right there baby."

Feeling hot Quinn shrugs off her sweater without letting go of Santana. Quinn moans the little nub harder and she feels a gush of wetness soak her hand. She hums making Santana moan and fuck her face hard, "Oh oh Quinn baby right there. Oh god…"

Quinn moans removing her fingers to thrust her tongue in and out of Santana's hot center. Santana whimpers feeling her insides clinch and she screams until she's hoarse, "QUINNNN…"

Quinn moans licking Santana until she was clean, "Don't baby…I can't…please I can't take anymore."

Quinn gives last swipe before kissing her way back up Santana's body feeling like she was going to burst at any minute. Quinn moans licking and nipping at Santana's full breast until she sucks a hard nipple into her mouth. Santana still feeling weak after the monster orgasm Quinn just gave her but she gets wet again when Quinn's mouth tries to suck in her whole breast. She struggles to sit up and she tugs on Quinn's dress until she lets go with a wet pop to only latch onto Santana's lips again. Quinn struggles out of her dress briefly breaking the kiss to toss the dress over her head. Santana pushes her back reaching behind her and unhooks her bra. Moaning Santana leans over sucking on her harshly making Quinn toss her head back groaning.

"Oh fuck San your mouth…"

Santana lifts her head winking, "Lose the underwear Q and I'm going say this once we need to get you sexier ones."

Quinn flushes her fingers playing with the hem, "They're specially made to hide my, you know."

Santana curses her stupidity, "With me you don't have to hide her." She licks her lips in anticipation, "Come on Q show me what you're working with."

Quinn swallows Santana's going to be the first person to see her cock. She kicks off her shoes and pulls down her underwear, breathing a sigh of relief when her dick springs free. She stands still waiting nervously for Santana's reaction.

Santana watched the mushroom shape head leaking out pre cum from its little slit. The length and width was bigger than she thought, 8 inches and thicker than any guy she's ever been with. She clears her throat, "Wow…you…your wow."

The throbbing increased and she was desperate for Quinn to be inside of her. She reaches out unexpectantly and pulls Quinn by the hair smashing their lips together. Their teeth clanked and crashed against each other making the kiss almost painful. Quinn moans pushing Santana back so she could hop on the piano with her. Santana complies bring Quinn down on top of her, moaning when the head of the cock brushes against her clit and the heat of Quinn's body.

Quinn softens the kiss drawing a long needy moan from the girl under her. Quinn runs her hand down to Santana's thighs lifting it to wrap around her waist. Which Santana does and she wraps the other one around Quinn's slender waist drawing her close. Quinn reaches down lining her cock up with Santana's entrance and she ends the kiss.

Panting she rest her forehead against Santana's looking watching for any signs of discomfort as she eases her way into Santana's hot wetness. Whimpering Quinn closes her eyes as she fills the girl underneath her to the hilt.

Santana sighs at being filled again it's been a while for her to filled this way but she's never felt this full before. Quinn swallows moving experimentally groaning when Santana's pussy spasms around her. She groans wondering why she's never done this before, it felt amazing. If she had her way than she would do this all the fucking time with Santana.

"Oh fuck you feel so good Santana," Quinn whimpers burying her head in the Latina's neck.

Santana groans throwing her arms around the blonde's neck and tightens her legs, ready to hold on for the ride. She teases clinches her muscles making the girl above her whimper again, "I do believe that you promised me that you're going to make me forget my name." She thrusts up moaning lightly, "Or was that all talk Fabray."

Quinn chuckles at the challenge biting her neck never hard enough to leave bruise, she thrusts down hard, "Oh no baby I never make promises that I can't keep."

Santana laughs but her laughter quickly turns to moans when Quinn starts moving inside of her slowly at first then she starts building the pace.

"Oh fuck…oh fuck," she pants when Quinn brushes against her spot. "Right there, again."

Quinn looks down almost in awe as she watched her cock disappearing into Santana's wet pussy and reappearing glistening wet. Santana follows her eyes groaning each time Quinn hits the right spot over and over again.

Quinn ducks her head down sucking harshly on Santana's stiff nipple as she quickens her pace finding that special spot again and again with Santana meeting her thrust for thrust. Her hands and legs slipping with the sweat dripping off of Quinn's body. She moves her hands to Quinn's back, scratching her long nails over Quinn's bunching muscles. Quinn groans moving faster burying herself inside of Santana over and over again. She relished the soft mewls and whimpers following from the Latina's lush lips. She struggled with the urge to cum already but she fought it down not wanting this feeling to end so soon.

"Oh…uhn…Qui…," Santana whimpers as the muscles in her stomach quiver and shake.

Quinn lifts her head wanting to see everything on Santana's face, "You feel so good San. So wet. So tight around me." She pants thrusting faster grunting when Santana's heels hit her ass rhythmically, "Like you were made for me…"

She didn't finish the thought because Santana's walls clamped around her tighter, squeezing her cock deliciously and she lost her ability to think. Soon the only sounds were the echoing pants and moans and the skin slapping against each other. Santana's rack down harder and Quinn's sure that she's going to be hurting later but for now it was only serving to turn her on more.

Santana felt her eyes roll back as her orgasms crept up on her unexpectantly. Her back arched sharply as the waves crashed through her, "Oh oh oh hmmm fuck Qui…oh shit."

Quinn pants her heart beating out of her chest and her abs burning, "Mmmmm fuc…you feel…oh god baby cum for me."

Quinn snaps her head up closes her eyes as she feels her cock burst filling Santana's pulsing heat. Jerking her hips slowly losing all sense of rhythm to help them ride out their orgasms until Quinn collapses on top of Santana. Panting the girls struggle to catch theirs breaths while they lay basking in the afterglow. Quinn's cock still jumping and twitching inside of Santana's quivering hole.

Quinn lost track of time lying on top of Santana's sweaty body. The girl's erratic heart lulled her to a semi-conscious state. Every once in a while Santana would run a hand up and down her back calming down. She knows that they should get up soon but she feels to damn weak to move but she knew that their time was coming to an end. Quinn lifts her head and smiles softly admiring the dazed expression on Santana's face she kisses her chin.

"Hey pretty girl are you still awake," Quinn coos.

Santana grunts softly and that was the only indication that she still awake. Quinn giggles kisses her eyes lids before pulling her soft cock of the girl. Both girls whimper at the loss, wanting stay where they were, not wanting the moment to end and go back to reality. The reality were they weren't here or even in the same state as each other anymore.

Quinn kisses Santana again brushing her hair back, "Are you okay?"

Santana opens her eyes smiling, "I'm good a little sore but that was just wow Fabray."

Quinn chuckles, "So did I keep my end of the deal?"

Santana rolls her eyes pushing Quinn away playfully, "I didn't exactly forget my name Quinn but it was damn near close."

Quinn lifts her brow barely moving, "If I had time than we'd definitely try that again."

"Are you sure that was your first time?" Santana teases stretching out her sore limbs.

Quinn blushes looking proud of herself, "Yes that was my first time but I'm glad it was with you and not some other girl that would probably freak out and run screaming from me after we were done."

Santana stops moving and just watches Quinn's slightly bitter expression. She lifts up enough to give Quinn a slow sweet kiss, "Then they would be stupid Q because you're not a freak and you deserve better than a bitch that wouldn't appreciate you. But I'm glad that your first time was with someone," she points to herself smirking, "that loves you. I may not be in love with you but I do love you Q."

Quinn smiles, "Me too."

Santana groan running a hand through her sweaty hair pushing Quinn to sit up, "Fuck enough with the feelings I'm starting to get hives and we better get dressed before someone walks in."

Quinn hops off the piano and helps Santana down marveling at how light the girl was. She blushes at being caught staring before looking around for the girl's clothes. She hands Santana her clothes suddenly feeling shy even after what they just did. Quinn got dressed trying not to watch the perfect tanned body in front of her but it was hard not to. They just finished when Brittany walks in eyeing them suspiciously.

She wrinkles her nose but quickly dismisses that thought, there's no way that they just had sexy times. Quinn was straight and Santana was in love with her so no way someone else must have been here before them.

"Hey! What's going on?" she questions.

Quinn straightens her clothes staring at Santana winking at her before putting on her bitch face, "Nothing Brittany, nothing at all."

She walks out of the room but turns around blowing Santana a kiss making the girl smirk slightly. Santana sighs, "Quinn was always a genius slapper." Brittany tilts her head clearly confused, "It's nothing Britt we just a disagreement but we worked it out."

Brittany shrugs her shoulder because they always fight and then make up it was nothing new there.