Quinn's second Anniversary surprise

“Hey baby,” Santana smirked, lying buck naked on the blonde’s bed. Her tan skin was a striking contrast to the white duvet, though Quinn’s eyes were glued to a certain part of her girlfriend's body, so the contrast was hardly all that important.

“S-santana” Quinn's heart raced as she took in the sight of Santana's naked form sprawled across her bed. The Latina's caramel skin glistened in the dim light, her curves accentuated by shadows. But Quinn's gaze was locked on Santana's impressive member, already semi-erect and resting against her thigh.

"Like what you see, Q?" Santana purred, her voice husky with desire.

Quinn swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. "H-how did you get in here?"

Santana smirked and gestured to the open window. "I have my ways. Now, are you just going to stand there gawking, or are you going to join me?"

Hesitantly, Quinn approached the bed. Her earlier boldness in the bathroom had faded, replaced by nervous anticipation. Santana sensed her girlfriend's unease and sat up, reaching out to take Quinn's hand.

"Hey, we don't have to do anything you're not ready for," Santana said softly, her thumb rubbing circles on Quinn's palm. "I just wanted to be with you tonight."

Quinn's shoulders relaxed slightly at Santana's reassurance. She sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes roaming over Santana's naked form. "I...I want to, San. I'm just nervous. And my dad..."

Santana's eyes darkened at the mention of Russell Fabray. "Did he hurt you?" she asked, noticing the faint redness on Quinn's cheek.

Quinn shook her head. "It's nothing.”

Santana's eyes flashed with anger, but she pushed it down, focusing on Quinn. "It's not nothing, Q. But we don't have to talk about that right now." She leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Quinn's reddened cheek. "Let me take care of you tonight, baby."