Quinn woke up about 45 minutes later in a panic. "Shit! The candles!" She screamed in a whisper as she scooted off of her naked, snoring girlfriend. She ran to each candle blowing them out in a frenzy, scared that another second will set the house on fire. "Why did I have to light so many damn candles?" When she finally blew out the last candle, she leaned back against the dresser facing the bed. As she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, she realized the snoring had stopped. She opened her eyes to see Santana sitting up on the bed staring at her with a huge grin plastered on her face.

"What?" Quinn asked.

"You." Santana shrugged.

"Me?" The blonde laughed as she ran her fingers through her hair, "What about me?"

"Everything." Santana shrugged again, still smiling.

"Everything, huh?" Quinn asked as she sauntered towards the bed

Santana nodded, with her bottom lip now between her teeth.

"Hmm… Anything specific?" The blonde's voice grew a husky tone as she began inching her way onto the bed.

"Umm…" Santana's tan cheeks turned red. "Yeah…"

Quinn smirked, "San. Did you just get nervous?" She sat on the bed next to her girlfriend as the still blushing girl tried to turn her head and hide her face. "Santanaaa," Quinn sang out her name while poking her lightly in the ribs to get her attention.

Santana cleared her throat and turned to face Quinn with a newly composed demeanor. "What's up, Q?"

Quinn rolled her eyes at Santana's façade. "I'm pretty sure I just asked you two questions. Both of which, you have yet to answer."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, it is so… So?"

"So, what?"

"San. Come on. Why'd you get all nervous just now?" Quinn asked.

"I wasn't nervous." Santana replied. Quinn's facial expression showed that she wasn't amused and not buying the fib. Santana let out a breath of frustration. "Okay. Fine. I just get a little embarrassed because you make me so mushy all the time, and that's not even my style. I was trying to avoid being all sentimental again."

"Aw, Santana! You don't have to be embarrassed about that. I love that you're like that with me. It makes me feel special."

"Yeah, I don't mind making you special. It's just that I can't control it. I feel like I'm always like a lovesick puppy. I need to get my street cred back up."

Quinn tried to stifle her laugh at the determination she saw in those brown eyes. Everyone knows that Santana can get pretty intimidating when she's all riled up, but street cred?

"Quinn, are you laughing at me?" Santana asked crossing her arms.

Quinn quickly shook herself out of her thoughts and pulled the tan arm out of its position to connect her girlfriend's hand with her own while shaking her head.

"I'm not laughing at you… Okay, I am." Santana scoffed and tried to pull her hand away. "I'm just... I'm not too sure about you ever having any street cred, babe." It was getting kind of hard for Quinn to hold in her laughter. Santana seemed genuinely offended by this, but Quinn couldn't help it.

"You suck. Give me my hand back." Santana mumbled, trying to move her hand again."

Quinn finally got serious, not wanting to really hurt her girlfriend's feelings. She turned to face the brown eyes glaring at her. "I'm sorry." Quinn said with a pout to match Santana's. She leaned in to place a light kiss on the full, pouty lips in front of her, and for some reason she was surprised to be getting kissed back. She smiled into another kiss and pulled back a little bit. "You forgive me?"

"No." Santana said closing the distance between them for another round of soft kisses.

Quinn was shocked to hear this answer that completely didn't match what was currently happening. "No?" She asked between kisses."

Santana shook her head and said "Uh-uh." Still focused on connecting her lips to her girlfriend's.

Quinn was now giggling, amused at what was happening. Santana was supposedly mad at her, but still kissing her very sweetly. She felt herself falling even deeper in love.

"You know what, babe?" The blonde asked while moving to straddle her girlfriend whose hands immediately went to her butt.

"Hm?" Santana replied.

"You should forgive me."

"I should? Why's that?"

"Well, you may not have street cred…" Quinn quickly leaned in to place a long kiss on the lips that were preparing to form another pout. When she leaned back, she smiled at Santana whose eyes were closed and was smiling contentedly, but quickly changed her facial expression back to a pretend scowl when she opened her eyes. "You may not have street cred, but you are very intimidating when you get all feisty." Quinn finished with a wink.

Santana leaned back on her elbows to consider what her girlfriend just said. "You think so?" She finally asked.

"Oh, I know so." Quinn nodded her head seriously.

"Okay." Santana said leaning in again for another, more passionate kiss.

"You wanna know something else?" Quinn asked with a smirk. Santana just bit her lip and nodded, finding it a lot harder to stay relaxed with all this kissing and Quinn sitting on top of her. "Not only are you intimidating when you get all feisty, but you're also very, very sexy."

That was all Santana needed. She flipped them over so she was now straddling Quinn. She didn't waste any time, and went straight to her neck, kissing and biting all over it. It took Quinn a moment to even realize what happened. One second she's on Santana talking, and before she knew it, brown eyes grew a shade darker and she was flipped onto her back. She wasn't complaining. She wanted this outcome. Santana sucked hard on her sensitive spot on her neck and she let out a loud growl and rolled her hips up crashing their cores together.

"Mmm. I forgive you now. Definitely. God, Q. You're so wet. I want to do so many things to you right now. I can't even think straight." Santana said between kisses and bites as she continued grinding her hips into her girlfriend's.

Quinn wanted to make a joke about the whole "thinking straight" thing, but quickly forgot when she felt fingers on her clit. "Shit, babe!"

Santana started kissing her way down Quinn's body. She was just about to wrap her tongue around Quinn's bundle of nerves when she happened to glance up and see hazel eyes staring at her. "What? You don't?..."

"No, I do. I just. Do you have the vibrator?"

Santana's eyes went wide for a moment, "You want me to use it?"

"What? No. I mean we can, I guess. I thought you were about to use it."

"It's in the drawer. What are you talking about?"

"That vibrating noise. Don't you hear it?"

Santana looked around the room and patted her hand over the bed and pulled out Quinn's phone from under a pillow and tossed it to her. "It's just your phone, babe. Now, please. I was about to do something."

Quinn's laughter quickly turned into a moan when she felt Santana get right back to what she wanted. She began running her tongue up and down Quinn's slit.

Quinn dropped back down and grabbed the sheets. She accidentally grabbed her phone that was recently tossed at her. She picked up to drop it on the table next to the bed. In the second that Santana stopped for whatever reason, she noticed the her phone started to vibrate again.

At the same time Santana reconnected her lips to her bundle of nerves, she saw the caller ID on her phone. "San!"

"Mmm."

"No, San. Stop."

"Can't a girl get her mack on without all of these interruptions?" Santana asked. She was getting frustrated, but she saw Quinn holding her phone with a worried look on her face. "What is it, baby?"

"My mom's calling."

"Answer it." Santana replied. She wiped her mouth and crawled up next to Quinn.

Quinn cleared her throat and answered, "Mom?"

Santana just sat and watched her Quinn's face. Only hearing yeahs and okays coming out of Quinn. When the phone call finally ended, Quinn sat there silent with her eyes closed.

Santana didn't want to bother her, but she really wanted to know what was going on.

"Quinn?" Santana whispered.

She watched as fingers ran through short blonde hair accompanied with a long sigh that came out of Quinn's mouth. "Well… She didn't say much."

"Okay." Santana said softly.

"She wants me to come home tomorrow." Quinn said after a moment of silence.

"Oh?" Was all Santana could say.

"And she wants you to come for dinner."

"Oh?"

"She wants to talk to us."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Sorry for sucking with these updates. I'd like to say I won't suck anymore, but I really hate making promises that I'm not positive that I can keep. But I will say this - I'm definitely going to try.

I probably only have a few sensible chapters left in me anyway, so I'll do my best to not drag it out. Anyway, thank you for all the alerts, reviews and PMs.

Specifically to BetterThanTheActualShows - Promise kept! I hope you like it.

I hope you all liked it! xx