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Stable Lovin'

Chapter 1- Ranch Hands

Quinn lived on a farm.

A small farm.

It wasn't her dream life and she pretty much hated it. Until she met Noah Puckerman. Her father had hired him as a ranch hand to help around with her older brother Sam. It was just the two of them and her dad that worked on the farm. It really wasn't that big. Anyways she fell in love with him at first sight. She was only sixteen though and he was nineteen so to say her parents didn't approve of the relationship was an understatement. But they was together anyways in secret and she was finally happy on that small farm. As long as she had Noah.

It was only a matter of time before her father found out though and he had fired Noah right on the spot threatening to call the cops if he ever came to see Quinn again and she hadn't seen him since but they tried to keep in touch with letters. She was heartbroken and once again she hated that stupid little farm and she hated her family. They ruined everything and the moment she turned eighteen she was out of there. She was going to find Noah and they were going to be together again. Unfortunately she still had a year to go before she turned eighteen but she was counting down the days.

"Quinn!"

She frowned as Sam jumped on her bed, shaking her shoulder with his big hand. He was a year older than her and dad's favorite ever since the Noah thing. Their dad was preparing him from the day that he could take over running the farm. It wasn't a main source of income or anything but it did make a little bit of pocket cash and was passed down through the Fabray family.

"What Sam?" She mumbled as she pulled the pillow over her head.

"You gotta get up and see the new Ranch hand dad just hired. She's hot!" he said as he shook her again. Her eyebrows knitted together. She didn't want to seem interested but she kind of was seeing how their father tried to only hire ranch hands his own age. They often quit quickly because they was just too old to hang onto the job for so long.

"How old is she?" She asked as she removed her pillow to look at her brother's grinning face.

"Twenty-three."

She tried to hold back her laugh. "She's way too old for you Sam." She said and watched as he glared at her.

"You didn't think that about your precious Noah." He said with a disgusted face. Her own eyes narrowed at the mention of him. Sam was often teasing her with the mention of Noah and he was just so annoying for it.

"Yeah and look what happened! He got sent far away just like your little girlfriend will if you don't get out of my room!" she said as she hit him with her pillow. He jumped up from the bed as he tried to protect himself with a grin before running out the room. She threw the pillow at the closed door before standing up out of bed. She slipped her robe on before moving over to her window and looking out of it. She had the perfect view over the entire farm from her bedroom.

Her eyes immediately fell on her father and his new ranch hand. It looked like he was showing her the horse stables. She couldn't see her face much on the account of her cowboy hat but from what she could see Sam was actually right for once. She looked pretty hot from here. She tilted her head trying to get a better look at the older girl.

Her skin was a perfect bronze color, her hair was long, pitch black, thick curls that traveled down her back and over her shoulders. She had on tight jeans, which Quinn thought was weird because it was the middle of summer and a red plaid shirt which she thought was even stranger because it appeared to be made of wool and it was the middle of summer.

She watched as her father walked the girl back towards the house. He had a bright smile on his face and Quinn rolled her eyes because that usually meant he was super happy about something so clearly he liked his new ranch hand. She could see more of the girls face the closer that she got to the house. She caught a glimpse of plumped lips and a pair of dimples because the girl was smiling just as wide as her father if not more but her eyes were still concealed by her black cowboy hat.

That was until the girl actually looked up at her. Well not really up at her but up at the house. Quinn was just about ready to step back from the window before she was seen but it was too late. The girls' eyes locked with her own and Quinn felt her breath hitch in her throat as her eyes meant with deep brown. Quinn immediately felt something strange flow through her body the moment their eyes connected. She felt glued to the spot and her cheeks felt too warm. Her heart ready to beat out of her chest.

What was this?

The girl's smile had faded since locking eyes with Quinn and was quickly replaced with a knowing smirk as if she knew something Quinn didn't. It felt like they were staring at each other for hours, days even but with all honesty it was only a short few seconds before the girl was looking away again giving all her attention to her father.

Quinn released a heavy sigh before she turned away from the window. She moved over to her dresser quickly and began to fix her bed hair. She looked like shit and probably a complete weirdo for looking out her window like that. She breathed into her hand and cringed at her morning breath. She had to hurry and brush her teeth before her dad called her down to meet his new ranch hand like always.

She rushed out the door quickly and was only a step away from the bathroom when her father called for her at the bottom of the steps. "Just a sec!" she shouted before quickly throwing tooth paste on her toothbrush. She didn't know why she felt the need to have everything perfectly in place when she met this girl. She brushed her teeth quickly with one hand while running her fingers through her hair with the other to get the rest of the kinks out.

"Come on Quinn! Hurry up down here now!"

She rolled her eyes at her father before quickly spitting into the sink. She wiped her mouth and pulled her robe tighter around her before walking out the bathroom and making her way down the stairs. The stairs led straight down into the kitchen where she found the rest of her family. Her mother stood at the stove making breakfast while the girl stood by the door with her hands stuffed in her pockets and Sam hovering next to her with a goofy grin on his face as he made small talk with her.

"Here she is." Russell said as he stood by the stairs she had just come down. "This is our daughter Quinn. She's seventeen and getting ready to enter her senior year of high school." He said as he put his hand on the small of her back and pushed her towards the older girl. She tried to smile but for some reason she felt entirely too nervous.

"Hi." She said and offered a small wave. The girl stepped forward as she put out her hand.

"It's real nice to meet you Quinn. I'm Santana." She said and Quinn glanced to her hand before taking it to shake. She looked up at her and watched as that smirk came back to her face and for some strange reason she felt like she was the only one to notice it. She released Santana's hand and stepped back from her before tucking some of her blonde hair behind her ear.

"Quinn, Santana here has been working on ranches and farms since she was ten years old. She's got the most experienced any of our other ranch hands had. I feel like she's going to make a good fit with this family. I just ask that you make her feel at home when she's here and help her with anything she needs like finding anything or even out doing chores. You know that's a lot of work for your brother and just her alone." He said.

"Oh I'm sure we can handle it." Santana said as she glanced towards Sam. Quinn felt her lips tug into a small frown as her brother's cheeks flushed pink and he looked away from Santana bashfully. She rolled her eyes before she looked to her dad who was just laughing with a nod of his head. She didn't get it. It was okay for Sam to hook up with the ranch hand that was five years older than him but not her?

"I'm sure you will. This will be a good year." Russell said with a nod of his head before he looked to Santana. "So when can you get started Santana?" he asked.

"Right now if you want. I'm here to work." She said with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders. Russell grinned again as he looked over to his wife who smiled back at him.

"I like her." He said as he pointed towards her and she nodded her head. At least Quinn knew now why her father was grinning like an idiot earlier. Santana said all the right things that he wanted to hear from her. It was kind of sickening how happy a stranger could make her father with just a few words. She rolled her eyes before turning back towards the stairs.

"Quinn don't be rude." Her mother said and she stopped and turned back around to find all of their eyes on her. "Tell Santana it was nice to meet her…"She said as she tilted her head towards her. Quinn looked over to Santana who looked slightly amazed by the whole thing. Quinn's eyes narrowed slightly when Santana finally looked back to her.

"It was nice meeting you Santana."

"Likewise Quinn." She said with a nod of her head and a smile. There was just something so…cocky about this girl and Quinn found it annoying yet slightly attractive though she wasn't attracted to women or anything. She turned back on her heels and rushed back up the stairs without a second glance towards her family members or Santana. She could hear the mumbles of Sam saying she was always like that her mother apologizing for how rude she was being. She could only scuff at them as she slammed her bedroom door shut.

She hated her family.

She ran into Santana again later that day because when she wants to get away the horses stable was the place she went too. She found Santana cleaning out one of the horses pin. She had lost the plaid shirt and was in nothing but a white sweaty beater and her hat hung off the back of her neck. Her hair pulled up into a messy ponytail.

She was drenched in sweat and covered in dirt. She looked like any other ranch hand that she seen working at their farm but there was something about Santana doing it that made it much more appealing to her. She was pretty content to just cross her arms and watch as Santana worked with her back towards her. She only found farm work interesting when Noah use to do it. She loved to watch him work and it appeared it was going to be the same with Santana. Some people had it and some didn't she guessed.

"S'up Jail Bait."

Quinn hadn't paid much attention to what she had said because it had come out in a little breathy pant that gave Quinn butterflies for reasons she'd never admit too and her voice was a lot huskier than that morning. It made her feel like as if the voice she had used earlier was to trick her parents into thinking she was this sweet innocent thing when really she had the voice of some kind of sex goddess. Her eyebrows had knitted together when she had finally realized what Santana had really said.

"W-What did you just call me?" she asked with a small tilt of her head. She was sure she had to have just misheard her. That had to be it. She watched as Santana stood up right, stabbing her pitchfork into the pile of hay she was standing in before turning to look at Quinn. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with her forearm and Quinn tried to ignore the bead of sweat that slowly made its way in between Santana's cleavage.

"Jail Bait." She answered with a small shrug of her shoulders as if it was nothing. Quinn's eyes narrowed into a glare as she stepped farther into the stable.

"and what gives you the right to call me that. You don't know me." She said with a shake of her head. Santana released a chuckle that Quinn will never admit caused a shiver to run up her spine.

"Oh I know enough. You know your brother sure does talk a lot." She said as she placed her hand on her hip, the other still gripping the pitchfork tightly. "He told me all about your stable lovin' with Noah. He said your parents haven't treated you the same since." She said with a shake of her head before a small smirk came to her lips. "He pop that cherry too?" she asked as she eyed her.

Quinn was taken back. She was stunned speechless for a few moments as she just stared at Santana. She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of this woman's mouth. When her shock wore off she was filled with a sudden rage. "That is none of your damn business. And what the hell gives you the right to talk to me like this? Who the hell do you think you are?" she asked as she stepped closer to her.

She watched as that all knowing smirk came to Santana's lips. "It was just a question. You can choose not to answer it." she said with another shrug and if she shrugged again Quinn was going to break her shoulder or something because it was beyond annoying. This woman was really starting to piss her off now. She had no idea why she was so drawn to her in the first place.

"There's something seriously wrong with you Santana." She said with a nod of her head before turning back towards the doors. "And I'll make sure you don't have a job tomorrow morning." She said and heard Santana chuckle from behind her once more.

"I don't know about all that. I think daddy likes me to much." She said and Quinn looked over her shoulder to watch her get back to work.

"Well don't get too comfortable." She said as she eyed her once more. Santana just smirked but said nothing farther. Quinn watched her a moment longer before walking out the stable. She quickened her pace towards the house. The more times she replayed the conversation in her head the madder she got and she really just wanted to go back and slap Santana across her face.

She was a new breed of bitch.

"Hey have you seen Santana?" Sam asked as he almost knocked her over while running out of the house and she glared up at him. He was carrying two bottles of water and it was clear he had one for Santana. He was like a love struck puppy and it made Quinn want to throw up all over the place. Santana wasn't even all that and hopefully he'd figure that out soon.

"She's in the horses stable." She mumbled and he nodded with a grin.

"She's awesome isn't she?" He asked and ran his fingers though his bangs.

"I hate her." she scuffed before brushing pass him and into the house.

"You're such a hater Quinn!" he called after her. She rolled her eyes as she jogged up to her room and slammed the door shut behind her. She ran her fingers through her hair and paced her room a bit to try and calm herself. Santana was right, there was no way her father was going to fire her because Quinn told him too. He clearly did like Santana so she was just going to have to suck it up and deal with it.

She made her way over to her window and glanced out it to find Santana and Sam leaving the stable together both laughing as they walked side by side. Her eyes narrowed into a glare as she watched them. This summer was going to be hell if Santana actually did stick around. She eyed the other girl from head to toe and watched as she rubbed the cold bottle of water around her neck.

She was really hot though.

She must have felt Quinn's eyes on her because not a moment later she was looking away from Sam to look up at Quinn's window. They locked eyes for the second time that day and Santana once again allowed a small smirk to come to her lips. Quinn tried not to allow herself to be phased this time. This time she remembered the conversation from the stable and that helped to remind her that Santana was a complete bitch so she flicked her off before closing her blinds.

She sat herself down on her bed and took in a deep breath.

It was going to be a long summer.

Well that's it for the first chapter! I'm sorry for any mistakes and I'm sorry if any of my information about farms is wrong. I don't actually live on a farm nor have I ever been to one so sorry in advance for any wrongful information. I just thought Santana would make a sexy Cowgirl and decided to write it! Lol.

Anyways I hope you liked it and if so let me know in a review and I'll gladly post more! Thanks for reading!