May Your Past Be The Sound Of Your Feet Upon The Ground (Carry On)

"She had been fed this idea of a white picket fence and no problems, no sadness, and Quinn had taken it all so willingly. It isn't until Quinn is lying in a hotel bed—confused, but curious—with Santana’s tongue brushing against a sensitive spot inside her, that Quinn realizes everyone forgot to sell her the most important part. It isn't until she’s weaving her hand into Santana’s hair and arching her hips upward, her fingers grabbing dark curls in a death grip, that she realizes that she had forgotten something along the way. Quinn had completely forgotten that before she could find love she’d have to find herself." Post 4x14 (I Do).