groan as the contact caused his skin to heat up, and soon his partial erection was pressing against Quinn's thigh. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" he whined softly.

"Maybe. Now come on, do my back."

Ryan gulped again as he started spreading the sunscreen on his girlfriend's back. He tried to concentrate, counting backwards in his head from one-hundred. He rubbed the lotion against Quinn's lower back, and she let out a small moan, quickly scattering his thoughts all over the place.

"Midget, are you planning on swimming with that shirt on?" Santana called over. Ryan stared at her wildly for a moment as he tried to gather his thoughts. The fact that her cleavage was threatening to burst out of her skimpy bikini top was not helping at all.

"No," he huffed when he was finally coherent. Quinn gave him a kiss before helping him tug the shirt off. He bit his lip, his breath catching as her hand slid lightly up his chest. Tease.

Santana whistled. "I knew you were hiding something under all those granny sweaters, Hobs," she commented appreciatively, making him flush even redder than he already was. She slunk over, reaching out to trace a hand on his shoulder. He shuddered a little, backing up to the edge of the pool as he glanced pleadingly at Quinn for help.

"S, hands off," she barked.

Santana smirked, holding her hands up. "Geez, just seeing what all the fuss was about." She smirked slyly. "You know, I saw your dad at your house the other day, and shit, Corcoran, the man's ass is to die for."

"Excuse me?" Ryan's jaw fell open. He so did not need to hear that.

"You heard me," Santana smiled happily. "Q here thought so too, didn't you?"

Ryan turned on Quinn with a disbelieving stare. What was going on? "You think my dad is hot too?" He was going to be sick. Yes, he knew his dad was very fit, but that was his dad. Not to mention Santana had a crush on his mom too. This was just wrong.

"Well, yeah," Quinn admitted. He shot her an incredulous look, and she gave him a placating kiss. "It's okay. You inherited his ass," she added teasingly.

He stared at her. "I don't even know how to begin to answer that," he said plaintively. This was so confusing, how had a swimming session turned into this? He shuddered. Guys just did not think about other guys' asses, especially not their dads'. God. He shook himself, trying to remove the thought from his brain.

"San, come on, let's get in the pool," Brittany piped up, moving next to Santana.

"Okay, Britts," Santana easily agreed, distracted by the blonde dancer. "But seriously, Ryan's abs feel really nice. For a guy, anyways."

"Wow, thanks, Santana," Ryan commented dryly.

"Really?" Brittany asked curiously. "I want to try." Suddenly she reached out, stroking a hand down Ryan's abs. He let out a yelp and stepped backwards, completely forgetting where he was and falling into the pool. A splash later he was flailing around in the water, sputtering as the three girls giggled at him.

This was going to be a long afternoon.

..

Meanwhile, Maribel Lopez was in the kitchen, watching the teenagers with no small amount of amusement. It was good for Santana to have some friends over. She knew there had been issues between her and Quinn early in the school year, and things between Santana and Brittany were always complicated. She had noticed her daughter becoming happier in the past month or so though. Maybe she was finally dealing with her feelings. She smiled as Santana said something to make Ryan blush, touching him on the chest. The girl was a tease. Then she laughed as Brittany joined in, causing the boy to fall into the pool.

She turned away from the window, heading to the kitchen to make some snacks. A few minutes later, her husband came downstairs, home on one of his rare days off, and she flashed him a smile. "Good nap, sweetheart?"

"Can't complain," Tiago answered. "Is Santana home?"

Mari nodded, pulling some cheese out of the fridge. "Out by the pool with some friends."

"That's good." Tiago wandered over to the window to look at the kids. "Mari, there's a boy out there with the girls."

"Oh, I know," Mari assured him. "That's Ryan, he's Quinn's boyfriend. He came over a couple of times last summer, don't you remember?"

"Ah, yes, I do seem to recall." Tiago popped open a can of soda, coming over to sit at the counter while Mari started cooking. "We don't have anything to worry about with him, right?"

"No," Mari agreed knowingly. "Your daughter won't give him a second look with Brittany there." She let out an amused chuckle. "You should be worried for him, though. Poor boy almost swallowed his tongue when the girls came out, I think the three of them are having fun teasing him."

"Poor bastard," her husband smirked. "We have raised a little devil, mi amor."

"Do you think she'll tell us anytime soon?"

"Hmm." Tiago took a swallow of his drink. "I don't know," he admitted. "I hope so."

Mari just nodded. She wished Santana trusted them enough to come out. They knew, had known for a while now, that their daughter was more interested in the fairer sex. They just wanted her to tell them in her own time. "Brittany's good for her."

"She does seem to tame our diabla's horns, eh?" Tiago chuckled. "Well. We'll just have to wait and see what happens."

..

An hour later, Ryan surfaced next to an inflatable raft. Quinn was lounging on top, soaking in the sun. He held on to the side, simply floating as a he gazed appreciatively at his girlfriend. Quinn in a bikini was not a common sight.

"See something you like?" Quinn asked teasingly without opening her eyes.

"Very much," Ryan answered, licking his lips. Quinn chuckled, running a hand through his wet hair. She leaned over.

"Maybe we can do something about that tonight," she whispered into his ear. "My mom's going to be out until late..."

Ryan smiled widely at the thought. "I think I'd like that," he said, his voice deep.

Quinn laughed. "Maybe you can -"

Her words were cut off with a squeal as the raft suddenly tipped over, spilling Quinn into the pool on top of Ryan, who was quickly pulled under the water. The pair resurfaced a second later, sputtering and looking like a pair of drowned rats as Santana laughed at them.

"You looked like you needed a little cooling off," she snickered.

"Santana," Quinn growled. Ryan just smirked before pushing a large wave of water at Santana just as she was in the middle of a deep breath, sending the Latina choking.

"Midget!" she yelled. "Oh, it is so on!" She sent a wave splashing right back at him. Soon Quinn and Brittany were sucked into the water fight, pool noodles were being swung and water guns being fired. Ryan grinned happily. So this was what having friends in the summer was like. He could really get used to this.