#quintentana

Santana shivers when she enters the apartment, reluctantly taking off her coat. Winter is always cold in New York and sometimes, she thinks she'll never grow used to it, no matter how many years she's spent here.

"Aliena?" she calls out as she goes about putting away the groceries. If someone had told her a year ago she'd enjoy this domestic bless of going grocery shopping taking into account the preferences of a fiancée and a six-year-old, she'd have declared them mad. But nothing about it is as dreadful as it had always seemed in the past.

Santana frowns, worry creeping up when her favorite little girl in the world doesn't respond. She makes her way to Aliena's bedroom, only to find a note in Quinten's nearly illegible scribble on it - he tried, using capital letters only, but it's not much use. Luckily, she's so used to his handwriting that it doesn't take her very long to decipher.

Holly is taking Aliena out for Christmas shopping. She's staying over tonight to look after her. Go to our bedroom and find the box.

Quinten x

Frowning, Santana follows his instructions. She finds a box of which she immediately recognizes the size. She opens it and indeed finds a beautiful red dress with a plunging neckline. Tears sting behind her eyes when she remembers that she mentioned loving this dress months ago, but had decided not to buy it, despite loving it so much, knowing she probably wouldn't wear it enough to justify the price.

There's another note in the box.

Put this on and find me. I'm at the Mandarin Oriental, in the Hudson River View Room. It's booked for Quinten and Santana Fabray-Lopez. I hope to see you here soon, baby. I love you.

Quinten x

Santana frowns again, wondering what all of this is about. She trusts her fiancée completely, though, and makes her way to the bathroom for a quick shower before she dresses up. She wonders if she should call him and ask him what's going on, but decides against it. He'd never tell her anyway, he loves surprising her.

She looks up the directions to the hotel, but then decides to take a cab. She's not sure how Quinten got there, after all. When she arrives at the Mandarin Oriental, she looks around, taking in the beautiful surroundings. Her heart beats rapidly when she walks up to the reception desk and asks for a key card to the room booked for Quinten and Santana Fabray-Lopez. It makes her giddy, hearing their names together.

The receptionist checks Santana's ID and then hands her the key card with a smile, explaining how to get to the room. She has to try a few times before she can open the door - it's insane how nervous this man can make her, even though she trusts him completely. As soon as she opens the door, she's awed by the breathtaking view of the Hudson river. Quinten stands by the window, looking handsome as ever in the suit she likes best on him.

"Quinten, what is all this?" she asks, unable to help himself.

He shrugs, a satisfied smile on his face. "You look beautiful, baby." He walks over to her and wraps his arms around her, leaning in for a kiss that manages to make her feel like the strongest person on earth and make her weak in the knees at the same time. He kisses her patiently, as if it's the first time and he wants to savour her taste, commit every inch of her tongue and lips to memory. She notices he's wearing the perfume that's her favorite for him.

The kiss makes her want so much more than that, but then Quinten lets go and inhales deeply. He takes her hand guides her to the window so they can enjoy the view. He's silent, but then he chuckles. "This reminds me of the first time we had sex," he explains.

Santana shudders at the memory. "That was so hot and so scary at the same time."

"Mostly hot, though," Quinten smiles, and Santana could swear that smile is making her fall in love with him all over again. "Maybe we can do it again?" he wiggles his eyebrows.

Santana licks her lips, decides to tease him. "If you're a good boy."

"You're nervous," he says, merely observing, looking straight through her act.

Santana takes his hand and licks her lips. "I'm just… a bit overwhelmed by all this. I mean, I didn't forget a really important anniversary, did I?"

Quinten chuckles. "You didn't, don't worry."

"Then what is all of this for? Don't get me wrong, I love it, but I don't understand it. My birthday's not for months and this isn't the time of year we got together either…"

"I… I was going to wait after dinner," he says, his voice suddenly quiet and trembling a little. "But seeing you like this… I just can't wait. Take in the view, Santana. Really look at it."

She does as he asks, turning to the windows again. Snow covers the rooftops, lights twinkle everywhere. New York City is alive and ready to celebrate Christmas, and it's absolutely beautiful. Quinten walks over to her and stands next to her, lacing their fingers together. He tugs at her hand gently and she turns her head to give him a questioning look.

She gasps lightly when suddenly, he drops on one knee and it all makes sense. "Quinten…" she says, too surprised to add anything else. Sure, they've been talking together forever, but she'd started doubting he even wanted to marry at all.

"Santana Lopez, as you may have noticed, I am completely and utterly in love with you. Meeting you has changed my life in so many ways. When you summoned me to your office that faithful day, I thought I'd done something wrong, but couldn't figure out what. I was really fucking scared, because you're Santana Lopez, so who wouldn't be? Then you asked me how big my dick was and before I could even tell you, you decided to check it out for yourself. Now everyone knows you're unusual, but I didn't expect that. I didn't expect the hot sex that followed either. It took some obstacles before we started dating, there were some misunderstandings. But I've never regretted taking you on that first date. I've never enjoying a power struggle so much - you being a top and me being a top. After all this time, the sex is still really fucking hot. But what we have is so much more than that.

When I wake up in the morning and I see your face, I feel so blessed to know you. Your smile is a beautiful sight and I've wanted to capture it many times, but the picture never does your radiance justice. Your voice drives me wild and when you look at me, I swear I could drown in your eyes, but I don't mind. You're insanely beautiful and wildly interesting. I can talk to you for hours and never feel bored. We have so much in common, but then you can have this opinion that totally surprises me at other times, and I love that. I also love the way you feel in my arms, the way you smell when we just had sex, or when we're about to go out. I love how soft your skin feels, and how beautifully it contrasts with mine. I love making you laugh, it's pure music.

You get along so well with Aliena and that means the world to me. Aliena is my princess and I'd very much like for you to be my queen. So, Santana Lopez, will you marry me?"

Santana is stunned to silence by the speech, tears streaming down her face, and then he holds out a box and opens it. A beautiful ring glistens inside and she dries her eyes to take a good look. It's perfect.

She wants to say yes with all the love and giddiness and excitement that's coursing through her veins, but her voice seems to betray her and it only comes out as barely audible, small scratch: "Yes!"

Quinten smiles and fishes his phone out of this pocket. Santana frowns - who could he be wanting to call right now? - but then he taps a few times and turns the screen to her.

She smiles when she sees Aliena sitting on her bed, looking very serious.

"My daddy just asked you to marry him. I really hope you said yes, but if you didn't, then one: you're stupid and two: it's not too late. He's gonna ask you again, and this is why you should say yes. My daddy is the best daddy in the world, so it totally makes sense that he'll be the best husband too. Trust me, boys suck, and my daddy is the only boy I know who doesn't suck. So you'd better marry him before I do. I guess my grandpas are boys who don't suck too, but they're too old to marry and besides, I'm only six, that would be totally gross. And uncle Sam's alright, but his lips are really big and I think he'd probably swallow you if you kissed him and if you married him, you'd have to kiss him. He's also a bit weird sometimes so I think you'd better marry my daddy. We can really be a family then and I get to call you Mami. At least, that's what daddy said -" here, Quinten interrupts off screen: "Only if you're okay with that, Santana." Aliena looks into the camera pleadingly, her big eyes bound to break many hearts in the future. "If you didn't say yes before, you'd better do so now. If you said yes: yay! Can I call you Mami and help you pick out the dress?"

Quinten stands up and Santana wraps her arms around him, kissing his lips hungrily. "Yes!" she says again, breathlessly. "Of course I want to marry you! Of course I want to be Santana Fabray! Yes" kiss, "Yes" kiss, "Yes" kiss, "Yes" kiss,"Yes" kiss,"Yes!"

"Thank you," he grins. "I already was the happiest man in the world, but it only got better. I love you, baby. I can't wait to be your husband.

She licks her lips and smiles. "I can't wait to fuck my husband."

He gulps and she takes him by surprise, unbuttoning his jacket. They undress each other, urgently but at the same time taking care not to ruin the expensive clothes. Santana wraps her nimble fingers around Quinten's large dick, squeezing her hand around it and flicking her thumb over the head.

She knows just how to tug at him and stroke him to get him hard and then pushes him back onto the immaculate bed. She climbs on top of him and spreads her legs wide. His hazel eyes haze over with lust and she guides his dick between her folds, rubbing back and forth, her pussy becoming wet quickly. She moans when the head of his dick bumps against her clit.

Quinten reaches out and squeezes her ass with one hand, palming her breast with the other. Her nipples harden against the palm of his hand he rubs it lovingly with his thumb. She's getting used to the rhythm of his hands touching her body in all the right ways that she's completely taken off guard when he plants one hand on her hip and uses the other to line his hard cock up with her entrance, pushing it inside as far as it will go, filling her up and stretching her pussy.

She lets out a long groan and starts rocking back and forth, leaning her hands on his firm pecks, then gripping his sides as she rides his stiff cock, soaking it with her wetness. He brings his other hand to her hips as well and keeps her still, pushing into her at a punishing pace before using his strong arms to flip them over.

"Quinten," she moans as he tops her. "Fuck!"

She wraps her legs around his waist, heels planted in his lower back as he pounds into her. She tries to control the pace from underneath him and he grins, panting with effort as he uses his hamstrings to harder. "Bossy bottom, huh," he teases.

She clenches her walls around his steel rod tenses the muscles of her legs to flip them over again, a victorious grin on her face. "Natural top is more like it," she responds proudly.

Before he can protest or flip them over again, she lowers her body on top of his, burying his face between her tits. She fucks his dick vigorously and then, when he's fully sheathed inside her, keeps him there while she rubs her clit over his pelvis. His hands squeeze her ass, his mouth busying itself with her nipples. He licks, nibbles, bites lightly, then heals with his tongue.

She stretches her back in pleasure, especially when he guides a hand to her clit and rubs it more effectively. With small, tight circles, her has her walls fluttering around his cock.

She let down her guard and he takes advantage of it, flipping them over again. Both of them being tops, every time they have sex, a power struggle ensues. But they both love it and they read each other well enough to know when they need what they need.

He kisses her neck as he hovers over her, pushing into her with long, satisfying strokes. He feels her pussy walls flutter around his dick again, sucking him in, providing more resistance.

She frowns when he pulls out, but smiles when he takes his cock in hand and uses the head to rub her clit again. He keeps doing that and she slips her hand between their bodies, fondling his balls.

Quinten didn't see that coming, and with a loud grunt, he spills his seed all over her pussy. She takes over his hold on his dick and guides it inside of her again, her pussy gratefully clutching it, and more loads of cum follow.

"Yes!" she moans. "Fuck yes! I need more!"

"You want my cum?" he grunts. "You want it in your pussy?"

She grabs his head and looks him in the eye, her words surprising even herself when she says: "Put a baby in me, Fabray."

The end

A/N: I've had some people asking for an update, so here it is! I expect the next chapter to be the last one for this story, but I'm not ruling out a sequel in the future if enough people want to read that :)

"Someone's here for you," Anna explains. "Should I let him in?"

Santana frowns. "I don't have an appointment I forgot about, do I?" she asks worriedly - if there's anything she hates, it's having to work without being prepared or at least having an idea what it's about."

Anna doesn't answer and Santana can hear some scuffling, and then her favorite voice in the world fills her ear. "It's me, baby. Quinten. You know, the guy who lives with you?" he says teasingly.

A smile grows on Santana's face. "Come in here - you at least need to explain what the hell you're doing here when I explicitly told you that you and some time off from work."

The door opens and even though he's spent the past few days at the hospital worrying over his sister, he still looks devastatingly handsome. He's wearing his favorite shirt - she calls it his lumberjack shirt jokingly - and a pair of well-fitting jeans. He closes the door behind him and without even greeting her, he walks over to her and pulls her in for a scorching kiss. She's taken by surprise and her entire body feels like it's on fire. His hands roam her back and then her ass, his tongue is controlling hers, his lips tasting hers. She can feel in his kiss how badly he wants her, and when he pulls her closer into him, she can definitely feel it between his legs.

The kiss ends naturally. Santana smirks. "Well, hell to you too, Quinten Fabray."

To her surprise, he lifts her up and puts her on the desk. He kisses her again, softer now as he concentrates on unbuttoning her blouse.

"Do you remember the first time we made love? It was just sex back then," he says in between kisses. "You'd called me into your office and you were horny as fuck."

"You made sure I won't ever forget," Santana points out, moaning as he gets rid of her blouse and unzips her skirt. "That was so hot." She's working on his buttons, and when she gets rid of his shirt, she can't help but admire his naked torso. This man is so fit, his body so perfect. And then he looks at her and gives her that sexy smile and she knows that he has her - all of her.

Santana doesn't care about the papers getting shuffled around on her desk as they get rid of the rest of their clothes. She wants to wrap her legs around her boyfriend and screw him until he forgets his name, but before she can do anything, he's gathered her in his arm and carrying her over to the largest couch.

She wraps her arms around his neck and drags one hand down, her nails scratching his chest, leaving red marks. His breathing grows heavier, but he doesn't give in. He puts her down on the couch and grabs her legs to spread them when she seizes the opportunity and wraps her hand around his dick. He clearly didn't expect this and moans, sending shivers down her spine. She works her way from the base of his dick slowly to the head, her hand pulsating around him, kneading him softly, until she rubs the head with the pad of her thumb. She knows exactly what kind of circles to make to get him to stiffen in her hand and she loves it. His face flushes, he throws his head back, and the groans come from so deep inside. She squeezes a little bit harder and uses her other hand to fondle his balls.

"Fuck", he keens, and it makes her nipples so damn hard to hear him in such a vulnerable state, putty in her hands. He rocks his hips into her hands, entirely lost in the moment. She leans forward and replaces her thumb with her lips, sucking ever so softly on the head of his dick. She feeds herself more, little by little, hollowing her cheeks around his member - licking, sucking, and then humming.

Her mouth is full with his throbbing dick, so thick and delicious. She feels the precut on her tongue and swallows it eagerly, making him moan even louder. When the head of his dick taps the back of her tongue, ready to slip into her throat, he seems to regain his senses.

He growls, annoyed with himself that he lost control for a little while. Only Santana can do this to him - get him to let go. Santana would normally insist on deep throating him, but she knows what this is about. Quinten's been feeling worried about his sister, hating how little he could do for her - and this is his moment to regain control, to control something, making him feel like he's not completely powerless.

So when he grabs her legs again and spreads them wide open, she lets him. He lines up his dick with her entrance and doesn't do anything to prepare her - he enters her in one go, filling her to the hilt instantly. She's wet and willing, and her pussy welcomes him inside, massaging his dick. He doesn't waste any time and pounds her, filling her up completely, then withdrawing, then pushing into her again. His hands now find her hips, and then her ass as he pulls her into him, lifting her hips from the couch.

Quinten lets out animalistic groans, grunting every time his balls slap against her thighs. Sweat is streaming down his face, his chest, tracing his hard abs. "You're mine," he says, his voice so different, so low. "All mine."

It makes her so wet that he easily goes deeper and deeper inside. Right when she least expects it, he keeps still. Her pussy is full of his cock, fluttering around it frantically, begging him to fuck her. Then he moves his hips in a circling motion, starting very slowly, but building up the pace. The change of direction makes her lose her mind a little bit, and then he lies down on top of her. She can feel his skin on her stiff nipples, his hot breath in her neck, his dick deep inside of her as he goes back to blowing her pussy, still circling his hips. Then he brings one hand to her ass, pushing her into him, and brings the other between them to touch her clit.

"Fuck, Quinten," Santana breathes heavily. It's so much - feeling his perfect sweaty body sliding across hers, his delicious dick screwing her senseless, his hand kneading her ass and the other taking care of her clit. Then he bites down on her neck, making sure not to hurt her, licking her skin then sucking it between his teeth.

He moves his mouth from her neck to her tits and sucks on her nipples, then breathing down on them, making them rise up in attention. She takes him by surprise by grabbing his buttocks and forcing their bodies together outside of the pace he's been setting.

To her immense satisfaction, she can feel him emptying his load inside of her. His hot cum leaks inside her and spreads instantly. He's lost all control of his body and is spasming on top of her, his hips jerking, filling her again and again.

She pushes him away, her pussy suddenly empty, and before he can voice his confusion she pushes him again so he'll take the hint and lie down. She quickly covers the head of his dick, spurting cum, with her mouth and swallows it all.

"Fuck," is all he can say as she sucks on his dick, making sure to get all of his seed out. She milks it to the very last drop, and he's just spent when he finishes climaxing. But his girlfriend just gave him the most amazing orgasm ever. He's strong and she's light, so he has no trouble pulling her into him. "Sit on my face," he orders her.

Soon, his tongue is inside her pussy, and he can still taste traces of the cum he left earlier. He licks her eagerly as his nose rubs her clit, and she's riding his face with so much vigor that it doesn't take her long to reach her own orgasm. She slumps down on top of him, and they wriggle until they've found a comfortable cuddling position.

They're silent and panting for a while, Quinten's arms wrapped around Santana lovingly. He's the first to speak. "Good afternoon, baby girl."

She laughs. "You could say that. What happened to staying at home?"

He shrugs. "I tried. I went to the hospital, I met up with my parents, but I missed you and decided I didn't really want to wait for tonight until we could play fun games."

"Hmm, I like your impatience," she smiles. "But I still want my fun games tonight."

"Oh, you will get them, don't you worry," he winks.