Hey all :) so this is my first Faberry fic and I'm nervous as hell about it :p would love to get as much feedback as possible so feel free to review and all that jazz :D also, for all you Brittana lovers, I have another fic which you can check out here: s/8924417/1/Brittana-Beyond-the-high-school-years
Muchos gracias amigos :D
Santana admires the way sunlight bounces softly off Quinn's delicate features and filters through her hair, making it seem as if she's glowing. Then she looks to the other side and enjoys watching Brittany bite her full, pouting lip and mumble in her sleep. She smiles as she takes in what she can see of their bodies, and fills in any bits that the sheets cover with her memory of the night before. After each of her arms has had a girl on it all night long, they've both fallen asleep, but she wouldn't have changed positions even if she'd had the chance.
She sighs happily, remembering why she considers herself one of the luckiest girls in Lima, aside from these two of course, because they're pretty lucky to be getting so much attention from her. She manages to locate and pick up her phone without waking either of the sleeping girls.
Puck: Good time last night ;)
She rolls her eyes, he clearly figured out where things were heading when the three drunken girls left his party and headed home together, hands all over each other if she remembers correctly.
Santana: Better than you I bet, when was the last you screwed two hot chicks at the same time?
He easily deflects her bragging with a typical Puck comment.
Puck: Last time your sisters were in town...
She frowns, more disturbed by the joke than she's willing to let on, because she knows Puck wouldn't hesitate if he had the chance.
Santana: Incest, nice...
Puck: Feel free to join us next time, make it a game for the whole family ;p
Santana: Yeah...that's never going to happen...:p
Puck: Well I'll settle for an invite next time you, Britt and Q want to party on your own ;D
That's also something she can never see happening, but she's not telling him that yet in case she needs a favour from him later on. It doesn't hurt to make him believe he might get asked along at some point in the future.
Quinn's the first to wake up, yawning as she blinks the sleep away. When she's dazed and disorientated first thing in the morning Quinn looks sweet, and occasionally it makes Santana's breath catch.
"Morning." Quinn smiles, giving Santana a long kiss, before crawling over her to plant a kiss on the sleeping Brittany's lips. Brittany says something quietly in her sleep but doesn't wake up.
"I'll make coffee." Quinn says, kissing Santana again and getting out of bed, not bothering with clothes seeing as neither of her parents are home.
"Make some toast whilst you're at it." Santana tells her, before turning over to face Brittany, who has just woken up. While Santana and Quinn share pretty hot, passionate and sometimes rough kisses, both girls are a bit more tender and gentle with Brittany, the more delicate member of The Unholy Trinity.
"Hey honey." Santana smiles, watching life pour into Brittany's blue eyes as she sees her Latina friend for the first time that day. "Sleep good?"
"I slept awesome." Brittany tells her happily, rubbing her eyes adorably. "Where's Q?"
"Downstairs, do you want to go get some breakfast?"
"It's already here." Quinn informs them, coming back into the room with a tray that contains coffee and toast. She's put on a dressing gown, but it doesn't hide a lot.
"If we were married you would be the wife." Brittany comments. "And Santana would be the man." Santana tries to glare at her but finds herself incapable.
"What would you be then?" Quinn asks, laughing.
"I'd be the Brittany, duh." Brittany laughs at how dumb the other two are being and rolls out of bed. "I'm gonna take a shower." The blonde and the Latina both offer to join her but she waves them off, reminding them that if they distract her when she's in the shower she won't be able to watch out for axe murderers.
Quinn and Santana sit together on the bed, sipping coffee and taking occasional bites of toast. When they first started doing this the morning after normally held an awkward silence, but now that they're used to it the lack of words is quite pleasant.
"Who the fuck," Santana eventually says. "Manages to mess up toast?"
"You can go make some yourself if you want." Quinn raises a neatly plucked eyebrow and the two stare each other down before laughing.
"When do we have practice?" Santana asks, referring to the Cheerio practice Coach Sylvester scheduled for them today.
"About half an hour." Quinn answers, checking the time. "We should get moving, Coach Sylvester will kill us if we're late again."
"Late again!" Sue Sylvester screams through her bullhorn, even though her voice alone would have been enough to make them flinch.
"Sorry Coach." All three girls mumble, breaking into a jog to try and make up for their lateness.
"Sorry's not going to cut it." Sue continues yelling into the bullhorn despite the fact that the girls are now stood right in front of her. "Blondie, Pamela Anderson, drop and give me fifty." When Sue's back is turned Santana rolls her eyes at her new nickname; she still hasn't completely forgiven Quinn for telling the Coach about her breast implants.
"Why doesn't she have to?" Santana protests, already knowing that it's because Quinn is head cheerleader and can get away with murder. Coach Sylvester pulls Quinn over using the front of her Cheerios uniform and stares at her intensely until the shorter girl starts to feel uncomfortable.
"Do you know how long I have forgone intercourse?" Quinn is torn between laughing and cringing and the thought of Sue ever having sex. "Twenty-seven years, and I know Tweedle-dumb and Tweedle Fake boobs might be on the menu, but that doesn't mean you have to order..." Quinn opens her mouth to answer back but a look at Sue's widened eyes makes her think better. "Now as far as I'm concerned, you're on a diet. You can look at the menu," She makes a sweeping gesture towards the team of girls all warming up. "But you're not going to be eating anything until the end of the season."
"But what if I'm not gaining any weight?" Quinn suggests. Sue frowns, irritated that the kid has somehow come up with an analogy she doesn't understand.
"I'm still ordering off the menu but I'm staying the same weight. Surely that can't be a problem, especially seeing as you can't really know whether I'm..eating or not." Sue weighs up the chances of her plight for celibacy winning out against Quinn's poor judgement, hormones and hot best friends.
"I like the way you think Fabray." She finally admits. "Have whatever you want off the menu, but as soon as it starts affecting your game all three of you are down the garbage disposal."
"Sloppy." Sue belts out, unable to use the bullhorn now because she broke it by throwing it at a girl who messed up her backflip. "Take five, when you come back one of you is getting kicked off the squad." She hasn't decided who she's going to cut loose yet, but she likes watching them tremble in fear.
"What's man hands doing here on a Saturday?" Santana scoffs, noticing Rachel passing by the pitch in the hot, midday sun. Quinn has to admit that it was brave of her to take this route, knowing that she would have to pass by the cheerleaders practicing. Brave, but stupid. "Hey, RuPaul." Santana shouts. The name is so familiar to Rachel that she looks up as soon as she hears it. "Get over here."
Quinn worriedly looks about for Brittany, as normally she's the one who tells Santana not to be too cruel to Rachel. Unfortunately though, Brittany's busy getting a drink, and Quinn notices that, despite the fact she doesn't want to strain things with Santana, she's going to have to say something herself to stop Rachel getting ripped to shreds.
"Don't be mean S." She warns, earning a look of surprise and disdain from Santana.
"Since when do you care about her?" Quinn doesn't answer, instead giving the Latina her signature look that tells her to do what she says or suffer the consequences. Rachel appears, refusing to look either of them in the eyes.
"Santana, Quinn." Quinn's been trying for the past few months. Trying to be a better person, trying to not make Rachel suffer the Hell she's put her through since they started high school. The only problem is that Rachel doesn't seem to have noticed much, and if she would only look at Quinn occasionally when they passed each other in the corridors she might notice the smiles that the cheerleader sends in her direction.
"What are you doing here today dwarf?" Santana inquires. "Doesn't the Shire need saving?" Quinn wants to elbow her friends, but she knows that if she makes a point of undermining Santana in front of Rachel she'll soon be locked in an all out war.
"I was just practising my solo for regionals." She admits.
"Is that why you're dressed like Ronald McDonald's younger sister?" Santana asks, looking Rachel up and down and judging her outfit. Quinn doesn't mind that the colours Rachel are wearing are slightly hideous, she's just struggling to keep her eyes off those legs that seem to carry on forever. How can someone so small have such long legs, she wonders to herself.
"If you aren't all in pyramid formation by the time I blow my whistle you're all going to be doing fifty laps." Sue threatens, causing their attention to snap back to the practice. Santana leaves without further comment and Rachel turns to go in the opposite direction, but she gets distracted by a hand briefly brushing against hers. She looks up to meet Quinn's eyes for the first time.
"Sorry." The cheerleader mouths, before turning away. Although she's calm on the surface, on the inside she's fuming at Santana. With the whole 'be a better person' thing she's been letting her get away with too much, and it won't do for the Latina to openly defy her without expecting to suffer the consequences.
"What was that?" She hisses in the Latina's ear. "I thought I told you not to be mean."
"You did." Santana shrugs. "But you didn't give me a reason."
"The reason was that I told you not to."
"So you're getting mad over me doing something that you joined in with for years? What's with you getting all emotional for Berry anyway, did having a baby make you go soft?" Quinn knows that Santana's saying things like this because she's in a shit mood at being made to spend her Saturday practising in the baking heat, but she's clearly forgotten her place.
"You've got one chance to take that back." She warns, her voice low and threatening. Santana just laughs.
"Make me." Quinn didn't want to do this, but Santana has left her with no choice. She has to either assert her authority or lose it.
"Coach Sylvester." She raises her hand and carries on talking when she gets Sue's nod of consent. "During the third section of the routine I really think Santana and Katherine should swap." She can almost feel the rage emanating off the Latina cheerleader beside her and turns to give her a sickeningly sweet smile. "You're just the lightest on the team San, it's easier to lift you."
"Coach Sylvester, we've already learned the routine."
"Despite those enormous plastic gozongas of yours probably adding many extra pounds, Sylvester Junior is right." Quinn knows that being referred to as the Coach's junior will make Santana even madder. "You are the lightest on the team. Swap with Katherine."
"This isn't fair." Santana insists, with Quinn being so nice to everyone recently she'd forgotten that she knows exactly how to get to her. "I'll put weight on..." She has to duck when the already broken bullhorn comes flying towards her head.
"That's almost as bad an idea as attempting to milk a male cow, now stop questioning me." Santana wisely shuts her mouth, but squares up to Quinn instead.
"You're going there?"
"Take it as a compliment San." Most girls wouldn't mind knowing they were the lightest on a team of well trained athletes, but Santana hates the fact that she's smaller and has to be reminded of it constantly. Quinn has generally chosen other people to lift out of respect for Santana, but she's not going to be afforded that luxury if she doesn't play by the blondes rules.
"Don't push me Fabray." Quinn raises both eyebrows and takes a menacing step towards Santana. They both know (mostly from experience) that the Latina would win easily in a fight, but she knows it's not worth it.
"No Santana, you don't push me. Unless you want to end up back at the bottom of the pyramid that is?"
"You wouldn't."
"Try me." They stare at each other for a few seconds, before Santana gives in and leaves, pushing one of the less important Cheerios out of her way as she goes, and clearly wishing it was Quinn.