A/N:

Okay, so because of the absolutely overwhelming amount of reviews/favourites etc that this got, I decided to go for a second chapter. I really doubt I'll continue it any further than this - I already have two multi-chapter fics to concentrate on (one of which is Quinntana, you know, if you're interested *nudges*), so don't really want to add another to that.

But yeah, hope this matches up to the previous one, and thank you!

"On a scale of one to ten," Quinn mused the next morning, from where she was splayed across Santana's body. "How scarred do you then the others are?"

"Mmm, probably about an eight. Berry looked like her head was going to explode last night." They both laughed at that, and Quinn lifted her head in order to kiss the brunette tenderly, Santana's arms wrapping around her waist, fingers drawing absent patterns across the blonde's back.

"What are we going to do?" Quinn asked when they separated, resting her forehead against Santana's and closing her eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"About us." She cracked one eye open to see the reaction to that, but Santana hadn't moved away, which she took as an encouraging sign.

"I don't know, Q. I like you, obviously, but… I don't think I'm ready for anything serious right now. Are you?"

"No. But I can't say that I like the thought of anyone else's hands on you."

"Then how about," Santana murmured, flipping them over easily so that she was pressing Quinn's back into the bed. "We don't put a label on this, but we don't sleep with anyone else? And then we can explore things more in the future?"

Quinn merely nodded in response, and Santana leant down to kiss her hungrily, and Quinn felt the stirrings of arousal as one of the brunette's hands trailed down her body absently, nails raking across her stomach and making her gasp.

They were interrupted before things could go much further by a knock on Santana's bedroom door – they paused, both turning to look towards it, and a moment later Rachel's voice called through it.

"Is it safe to come in?"

"That depends what your definition of safe is!" Santana replied, and Quinn laughed quietly.

"Are you decent?"

"You know me Berry; I'm never decent." Santana rolled to Quinn's side in one smooth movement, tugging the covers up over them both so they were covered. "Alright, you can come in."

Rachel opened the door hesitantly, only pushing it open fully when she saw that they were indeed, semi-decent. She tried and failed not too look at them directly, and Quinn wondered what the other girl must be thinking – the thought had her smothering another laugh, because she was sure that seeing her and Santana getting it on in her apartment was probably the most outlandish thing that Rachel had ever even thought of.

"Well first of all, happy birthday. We were wondering if you were ever going to separate yourself from Quinn for long enough to leave this room and decided that the only motivation would be food."

"Or presents!" Called Kurt's voice, and he appeared over Rachel's shoulder a moment later, eyes appraising the two of them, curled up on the bed, with a look of mild curiosity on his face. "So when did this happen?"

"None of your business, Hummel. And we'll be out in a minute; I need a shower first though."

"Quinn you're more than welcome to have a shower too," Rachel started. "But I'd really rather you took them separately – you've already defiled the living room with your antics, I'd hate for the bathroom to be your next victim."

"In that case then, Berry, you might want to change the sheets in your bedroom." Santana smirked, and Quinn had to laugh then, at the look of outrage on Rachel's face, as she took a deep breath and looked about ready to explode.

"Santana! Not only is that wholly inappropriate, it is also - "

"She's messing with you, Rach," Quinn cut in, speaking for the first time and unable to wipe the huge grin off her face – these guys were hilarious. She wished that her own living arrangements at Yale were as fun as they were here.

"Oh. Well, in that case, I'll leave you to get dressed. If you're not out within half an hour, I will come back in here to drag you out, naked or no." With that, Rachel spun on her heel and left, leaving the door to shut behind her, and Santana and Quinn to dissolve into a fit of giggles.

"Did you see her face? God, I've got to wind her up more often." Santana pressed one more kiss to Quinn's lips before moving off the bed, the blonde content to watch her, admiring the way the sunlight spilling through the window lit up her form – she looked divine. "Shower with me?" The brunette asked, pouting when Quinn shook her head.

"I think we've caused the others enough mental damage for one weekend, don't you think? Maybe next time." She rose to her feet and made her way over to the brunette, arms wrapping around her neck as she pressed their bodies together. "Happy birthday," she murmured against her lips when they broke apart, and Santana smiled softly.

"Should I be offended that I haven't gotten a present?"

"Last night wasn't present enough?" Quinn asked, teasingly, but she slipped out of Santana's arms and over to her bag, rooting around for the card and the wrapped gift that she'd been panicking about giving the brunette since she's bought it on Thursday.

She handed them over wordlessly, and watched Santana's face as she opened the card eagerly, and then more closely when she ripped the wrapping paper off the present, revealing a long black jewellery box. The brunette opened the lid to reveal the pendant inside, a simple silver heart with a matching chain.

"If you don't like it then I can - "

"Don't be stupid, Q, I love it. Put it on me?" Quinn nodded, taking the two ends of the chain and moving to step around to Santana's back, brushing her hair over her shoulder gently before clasping the chain at the back of her neck.

She pressed a gentle kiss to the brunette's cheek, her arms snaking around her waist and bringing her backwards so that they were pressed tightly together. "You're so beautiful," she murmured softly, almost without thinking, but it was true. She had no idea how this gorgeous woman could ever want her back, and yet here they were.

Her words must have stirred something in Santana because she turned in her arms and captured her lips in a hard kiss, pushing the blonde backwards until she crashed back into the wall, a laugh at the brunette's choice of surface (again), quickly turning into a moan when one of the brunette's hands moved down to her chest, thumb running lightly over a stiffened peak.

"Guys, I forgot to ask what – oh my god!" They didn't notice Rachel's arrival into the room until too late, and by the time they'd collapsed onto the floor beside the bed, uncontrollable laughter, the door had shut yet again, with an indignant squeak.

"Poor girl," Quinn said with a grin when they'd finally calmed down, and Santana nodded in agreement. "I'll leave you to shower then; I'll have one later." She pressed one last kiss to the brunette's lips before climbing to her feet and pulling on her underwear, some jeans and stealing one of Santana's shirts – she claimed to have conveniently forgotten to bring any of her own, but really she just wanted to wear something that smelt like the Latina.

The look on Santana's face as she handed a shirt over told Quinn that the brunette wasn't buying her flimsy excuse for a second, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

Kurt was cooking in the kitchen, when she left the brunette's room, and Rachel was perched at the breakfast bar with a cup of coffee in her hands. Both sets of eyes turned to her as she made her way towards them, sitting next to the brunette gingerly, smiling her thanks at Kurt as he shoved a bottle of water across to her.

"Seriously, Quinn, how long has that been going on?" Kurt was the first to ask what the blonde knew he and Rachel had been dying to ever since the previous night (well, technically morning, but still). "And what is going on? Are you together now? What about Brittany?"

"Whoa, slow down there, Kurt. It's not really been 'going on' at all, aside from the wedding and last night; no, we're not together; and I don't know about Brittany," she replied with a shrug.

"This is crazy," murmured Rachel, tilting her head to one side as she studied Quinn.

"I don't think so," Kurt piped up from where he was stood frying eggs on the stove. "I actually think it makes sense. If you want to explore your sexuality, who better to do it with then your best friend? Especially when said friend is Santana. I mean, really."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Santana asked as she strode out from her room after what must have bene the quickest shower ever, wearing loose sweatpants that rode low on her hips, revealing the perfect hipbones, indents in the skin where Quinn's fingers had dug into them to night before. Her hair was damp, and she's put the pendant back on after her shower.

"Just that, you know… You're not the most emotionally available woman. I imagine it's pretty easy for you to sleep with someone and not develop feelings for them." Kurt explained, ignoring the slightly dangerous look that Santana shot his back. Quinn's hand automatically went to rest on her arm, successfully turning the brunette's attention away and towards her, a soft smile gracing her full lips.

"Whatever. I was promised presents, yet I see none around." Rachel rolled her eyes but pushed herself off the chair and disappeared into her bedroom, re-appearing moments later with a bright bag clutched in one hand.

"Happy birthday," the brunette said with a soft smile, and Santana practically grabbed the bag from Rachel's hand. She was like a puppy with presents, Quinn decided, watching the brunette unwrap new clothes.

"Thank you," Santana practically beamed, wrapping Rachel and Kurt into a hug that surprised the both of them. Quinn just watched, content to be a spectator.

"So, what are guys getting up to today?" Kurt asked when they were eating, and Quinn's eyes lifted to meet Santana's, beside her, because she knew what she wanted to be getting up to – or rather, into, and that was Santana's pants.

Again.

She's been turned into a sex fiend by Santana Lopez, and from the smirk on Santana's face the brunette knew exactly what she was thinking.

"I don't know, how about you guys?"

"I have Adam's apple's rehearsal all afternoon," Kurt replied, ignoring the look of thinly-veiled disgust that Rachel threw him.

"And I'm spending the day with Brody."

"Despite the fact that you banged Finn at the wedding?" Santana asked, causing the other brunette to choke on her coffee. Quinn smirked, not understanding in the slightest why Rachel was so hung over her ex – he wasn't anything special, in Quinn's opinion. Then again, considering she was gay for Santana now maybe she wasn't the best one to judge Finn's character.

"Brody and I have an open relationship, Santana, as you're well aware."

"Uh-huh. And he lives in your bedroom. That really gives a chance for your relationship to be open, doesn't it?"

"You're hardly one to talk - "

"Ladies, ladies," Kurt cut off their bickering, shooting Quinn an apologetic glance. "How about you save this for another time?"

"Whatever," Santana muttered, shooting Rachel one last glare before turning her attention back to her breakfast. By the time they were done, Brody had surfaced from his room and he and Rachel disappeared out the front door soon after, Kurt departing a few moments later.

"So, gorgeous, what do you want to do today?" The brunette asked Quinn when they were finally alone, rising to her feet and pulling the blonde up with her, holding her hands tightly.

"Hm, how about you?" Quinn asked, her hands looping around Santana's waist and pulling her forwards, their lips meeting in a sweet kiss that quickly turned hungry, their tongues sliding against one another as Santana pulled Quinn back into her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind them by pressing the blonde back against it.

"You're insatiable, Q," the brunette breathed against her lips when they parted, hands already tugging at the blonde's shirt, as Quinn shoved the brunette's sweatpants down her legs, quickly lifting her shirt off afterwards.

Quinn slapped Santana's hands away from the button of her jeans, earning an eyebrow raise from the other woman, but there was something oddly erotic about her being clothed while the brunette was nearly naked.

One of her hand tangled in dark locks, and she pulled Santana's head to one side a little roughly, lips descending down her neck, teeth dragging along the skin in places, earning a soft moan. She bit down hard at the brunette's pulse point, smoothing her tongue along the skin to soothe the skin, hoping that she was leaving a mark, wanting to claim Santana as her own.

Her hands moved to her back, unclasping the brunette's red bra easily and dipping her head down to run her lips across Santana's chest, tongue slipping past her lips to swipe evenly across a dusky nipple, already straining, biting down just a little, Santana's hips bucking against her in response.

"Like it a little rough, S?" She asked, voice a husky whisper as she leant back up to murmur the words directly into the brunette's ear.

"Why don't you find out?" The brunette replied, still managed to smirk through her arousal, and Quinn spun them around suddenly, pressing the brunette's back into the door, a little harder than she'd anticipated but earning a groan anyway.

She dropped to her knees, then, dragging the brunette's matching red underwear down her toned legs, and kissing her way back up, leaving a bite mark on a tanned upper thigh. Reaching out gently she lifted one of Santana's legs up and threw it over her shoulder, lips trailing higher.

She heard Santana's breath hitch, and glanced upwards to see the brunette's head was thrown back against the door, her chest heaving as she bit her lip, and Quinn was sure that she'd never seen someone look so beautiful.

She fought away and residual nervousness she had about doing this – last night had been a success of the brunette's response had been any indication, but she was still a little sure, a little hesitant, wanting Santana to feel as good as she made Quinn feel.

"Please, Quinn," the brunette pleaded above her, one hand twisting through blonde hair in an effort to press her closer. The blonde merely smirked, loving that she could have this reaction on the brunette, but not wanting to keep her waiting any longer.

"Oh, fuck, yes, Q," spilt from Santana's lips as she flattened her tongue and ran it along the length of the brunette, moving one of her hands up tentatively to press hard into the her without warning, her tongue swirling around her swollen clit in the same movement.

Hips pressed forward against her, searching for friction, and she circled her tongue as she slid another finger inside the brunette's centre, groaning a little at how perfect she felt around her fingers.

It wasn't long before she could feel Santana start to tighten around her, and she increased the pace of her thrusting fingers, letting her teeth graze lightly against the brunette's clit as she curled her fingers forward.

"Fuck," she heard from above her, and then Santana was coming around her fingers, and she slowed her pace, stopping only when her legs had stopped trembling, and her walls had stopped clenching around her.

Pressing one final kiss to the brunette's thigh Quinn rose to her feet, ignoring the ache of her legs from having been in the same position for so long. Santana was out of breath, her head still leaning against the door, but she returned the blonde's kiss, albeit lazily, tasting herself on Quinn's tongue.

"You are far too good at that," she murmured against Quinn's lips, and the blonde grinned in response. "Hey, don't be getting cocky, now."

"I'm just so unused to compliments from the one and only Santana Lopez," the blonde teased, lips against the brunette's ear.

"Very funny."

"What? It's true!" Her laugh was cut off by a kiss, hard and furious, and she lost herself in it, letting Santana push her backwards until they landed on the bed. Hands moved to her jeans, tugging them down her legs as Santana's hands roamed over her body, leaving a trail of fire in the wake, wherever she touched.

By the time Quinn was naked and splayed across the bed, she was more than ready for the brunette's touch, and she arched into her eagerly as one hand pressed between her legs as their mouths met again in a desperate kiss.

A ragged gasp broke free as the brunette thrust two fingers into her heat without warning, thumb grazing her clit lightly. "Fuck, Q," Santana whispered into her ear when they broke the kiss. "You're so wet."

"Mm, all for you," she moaned, lost in the feeling of Santana's movements, her thumb hitting her clit perfectly with every thrust, making her hips arch of the bed. "Always for you."

"Who knew you could be so sexy," Santana growled into the side of neck, her words accompanied by a curl of her fingers that made Quinn's eyes roll back into her head.

"Oh, god," she gasped, sure that she couldn't take much more when Santana added a third finger, stretching her in the best possible way. Her hands clawed their way down the brunette's back, probably hard enough to mark, but the hiss of pleasure she heard didn't make her feel as bad. "Just a little more," she breathed, and Santana obliged, increasing the pace, somehow.

Quinn came undone a few seconds later, mouth falling open in a wordless scream as her back arched upwards, Santana letting her ride through her orgasm before removing her hand, tasting her fingers like she had last night and nearly making the blonde come again.

"Come here," she murmured, pulling Santana down into another kiss, content to enjoy the feeling of the brunette ontop of her, naked.

"You know what you could give me as an extra birthday present?" Santana husked into her ear when they parted, after their Quinn's heart stopped pounding in her ears, and the blonde waited for the answer, wondering what else the brunette could possibly want. "Shower sex."

"Really?" Quinn laughed, fingers dancing along Santana's spine, running over her ass and squeezing gently. "Well, I can hardly turn down the birthday girl, can I?"

She let Santana pull her to her feet, and the brunette wrapped a sheet around them, causing them to stumble their way into the bathroom, giggling like idiots the whole time. Quinn felt drunk, but maybe she was just on an endorphin high from all the orgasms she'd had over the last twenty-four hours.

Santana turned the water on and let the sheet drop, Quinn admired her lean body as she adjusted the temperature, wondering again how she'd managed to make a goddess like Santana fall into bed with her.

"Ready?" The brunette called over her shoulder when the water had heated up, and Quinn merely nodded, allowing herself to be pulled into the shower, humming in content as the hot water hit her back, soothing her muscles.

"Best birthday ever?" Quinn murmured into the brunette's ear, her hands winding around her waist, resting lightly across her hips.

"Oh, definitely."

"Did you lock the door?" The blonde asked a few minutes later, as Santana pressed her back against the wall, the cool tile feeling amazing on her overheated skin.

"Mm, I don't care," was the whispered reply, as their lips met, hands starting to roam over slick skin as the brunette leant further into her, thigh pressing between her legs.

"I care about other people seeing you naked."

"It's only Berry and Hummel; I don't think I'm either of their type."

"Even so. My eyes only." She spun them around easily, hand running up the brunette's inner thigh as she shoved her back against the wall, swallowing the throaty moan that spelt from Santana's lips as she cupped her roughly will a kiss.

"Definitely best birthday ever," she breathed as Quinn ran a single finger through wet heat, groaning a little at how amazing Santana felt beneath her. "Don't be a tease, Q," she pouted, but the blonde merely smirked, kissing the side of the brunette's neck lightly.

"Me? A tease? Never." She let her finger slide just slightly into the brunette's opening before pulling back, circling around her clit a few times and watching Santana's reactions, finding everything about her suddenly fascinating. "You're so fucking hot."

"Mm, not as much as you. Quinn, please."

"Please what?" Brown eyes opened to lock with hers, darker than usual, and fuck if Santana wasn't the hottest thing she'd ever seen.

Ever.

"Please fuck me, Q. Right fucking now." One of Santana's legs lifted to wrap around the blonde's hip, tugging her closer.

"I think it when you're demanding," she murmured into the brunette's ear, tongue tracing the shell of ear gently as she finally gave Santana what she wanted – what they both wanted – two fingers entering her easily, a ragged moan coming from deep in the brunette's throat.

"I'll be sure to do it more often then," she gasped, and Quinn tilted her head forward to kiss along the brunette's collarbone, tongue laving across the skin. "I need… more."

"You know I can't deny you." She added a third finger, feeling Santana stretching around her and groaned, lips pressing to Santana's with desperation, knowing that the brunette was close. She was rocking back against the wall now, completely out of the spray of the shower, and Quinn let her thumb press lightly down on the brunette's clit in time with each thrust, feeling blunt nails raking down her back.

"Fuck, Quinn," feel from Santana's lips as she came, legs shaking so much that Quinn was afraid that she was going to fall. "You are definitely far too good at that."

"I live to please," she smirked, and Santana merely rolled her eyes, whereas once upon a time she would have had a scathing remark ready. The rattling of the bathroom door broke their attention away from each other, both turning to look behind them – but thankfully, it was actually locked.

"You two had better not be doing what I think you're doing in there!" Called Rachel through it, and Quinn laughed, seeing that Santana was gearing up for another comment that was probably going to scar the other brunette.

"If you think we're having sex then yes we are, and also, you're a pervert for thinking about me and Quinn in that way!"

"Oh, please, Santana, I'm in a perfectly fulfilling sexual relationship, I don't need to fantasise about you. And wrap it up already, I need to pee."

"Tough shit, Berry, I only take commands from Quinn." They heard a huff followed by retreating footsteps, Rachel apparently having decided to give up. "This is fun. You should come visit more often."

"Is that an invitation?" Quinn asked with mock surprise, grin spreading across her face as Santana stuck her tongue out at her.

"Maybe. It's fun to torture Rachel."

"That the only reason you want me around? I feel like I should be offended."

"Nah, I also want you around because you're hot as fuck and also amazing in bed."

"Both equally redeeming qualities, I'm sure."

"Oh, definitely." Santana's hands landed at her waist and pushed her back so that they were standing underneath the now-cooling water. "Now come here and let's finish up before Berry has an aneurysm."