Mine

Chapter 1

"Nice hickey, Quinn."

I look up from the book I was currently reading to a smirking Puck. He was sitting next to me on my left as we were huddled together in circles in English class. We were supposed to act a scene from Twelfth Night and unlucky for me I was grouped with Noah Puckerman, Rachel Berry, and another nerdy guy whose name I didn't care to know. I would've ignored Puck under normal circumstances. I was used to his lascivious behavior enough to not bother myself with him, but there was something about the way he was now leering at me. Like just by looking at me he would know who gave me the hickey in the first place.

"It's not a hickey." I answered through gritted teeth.

He cocked his eyebrow suggestively, "It sure looks like one to me."

Damn him and his perceptiveness. I knew I would get into trouble when I forgot to cover it up with foundation that morning. I really thought people would be stupid enough not to notice but clearly I forgot about Puck, the one person who would know the difference between a hickey and a burn from a curling iron. He noticed before. I should've learned my lesson to be more careful.

"And don't think you could fool me with that curling iron shit, 'cuz you and I both know that was a very lame cover up."

I was tempted to smack that annoying smirk off his face but just as I was about to do just that Rachel chose that moment to get in between us.

"As much as we would like to hear you two talk about your incredible sexual escapades, Bud and I would really appreciate it if you'd give us a little help with the dialogs seeing as we're already behind compare to the other groups and I refuse to let this cost us that extra credit."

I rolled my eyes at her and went back to reading the scene from the book that we were supposed to act on, completely ignoring Puck. As much as Rachel annoys the hell out me I couldn't be more thankful that she interrupted Puck. I knew out of curiosity alone that he would try to find out who I was seeing at the moment. He's nosy like that, especially when it comes to my love life, seeing as we sort of dated a year ago and he was my baby daddy.

"Every time Quinn Fabray dates someone new it always turns out to be a juicy gossip." Puck whispered this time. "Can't wait to catch up on that."

I glared at him, trying to convey through my eyes how badly I would mangle him if he didn't shut up. Thankfully, Mrs. Reinhart started to speak up, interrupting him once again.

I couldn't shake my mind off what he said though and I zoned out as the teacher made the other groups read their dialogs in front of the class. In some ways, Puck was right. My relationships in the past years had all ended up messy. Gossip worthy, with me getting dumped because my boyfriends decided that they'd rather be with someone else. I knew it was partly my fault anyway, what with all the cheating, lying, and manipulating. And I thought, am I really that desperate in love? I found myself reevaluating my behavior.

"Did you tell Puck about us?"

I threw my jacket on the chair next to the bedside table and crossed my arms as I stared at Santana sitting on the bed, watching some show on the crappy motel television. It was either she was so absorbed in watching that she didn't bother answering or that she was pretending not to hear me. By the looks of it I would've believe it was the first one.

"Santana," I said more firmly, finally getting her attention. "Did you tell Puck?"

She scowled at that, "Why would I tell Puck?" she answered, already sounding annoyed. "I'm not stupid, Quinn."

"Well, he was all up on me during English," I said, making my way to sit on the edge of the bed. "He was making a big fuss about my hickey. I would've smacked him if Rachel hadn't interrupted."

Santana just rolled her eyes, "Didn't I tell you to cover it up before you go to school?"

I sighed in exasperation, "If you'd been careful like I told you to, we wouldn't even have a problem with this."

"It's not my fault your skin is freaking sensitive!" she scoffed.

We were always like this, arguing whenever we get the chance to. I think it has something to do with us always wanting to be the one on top. The head bitch in control. It bugged me at first. I couldn't really stand Santana's behavior most of the times. I guess it was because she knew exactly how to get under my skin, I mean, figuratively under my skin. It's okay though, because I knew exactly how to get to hers just as much.

It's my turn to roll eyes at her, "What I'm saying is we should at least try to slow down a little when it comes to stuff like this. We wouldn't want anyone knowing about this little affair we have going on, would we?"

"If there's one thing Santana Lopez doesn't do," she said. "It's 'taking it slow'. If you're having problems with me leaving marks on you and you're way too lazy to cover it up with foundation, why not wear turtlenecks? Problem solved."

"Turtlenecks are not my style and you know it." I answered with distaste. No way am I wearing something resembling to Rachel Berry's horrible fashion statement.

She leaned in closer and whispered rather seductively right in my face, "Then deal with it, Fabray."

"You're unbelievable." I muttered in resignation. I was too tired to argue, and seriously, arguing with Santana Lopez had always been pointless to me. She's as stubborn as stone.

"Well, did you brings me my burger?" she asked, changing the subject and settling back down on the bed with her back pressed on the wall.

Right, how could I forget?

"I had to stand in line for twenty minutes to get you those," I stated with displeasure, throwing her the plastic bag. If there's one thing I hated, it was standing in line ordering take out burgers in some dingy fast food joints.

She ignored me and started devouring her burger, her eyes glued back to the television screen. Yeah, she really knows how to get under my skin.

"I'll take a quick shower." I mumbled, going for the small motel bathroom.

I took my time showering, enjoying the cool sensation of water cascading on my body. I found myself thinking once again. What was I doing here anyway? The only other time that I'd been to a motel like this was when I'd babysit for Sam's little brother and sister. Now, here I was showering in a motel room with Santana sitting on the bed, probably waiting for me to finish so we can start what we came out here in the first place. A year ago, people wouldn't usually see me alone in a room with Santana, seeing as we started junior year dragging each other's hair in the hallway. We were friends during sophomore year but it was only because my duty as the captain of the cheerleading squad obligated me to make friends with the second in command. Not that whatever friendship we had before was all fake. We at least learnt to care for one another during our times in the squad. Before baby-gate, Santana and Brittany had been decent and faithful to me. They wouldn't join the celibacy club and glee and if they think otherwise, would they?

"What took you so long?" Santana demanded as soon as I stepped out of the bathroom with just my nightgown.

"I had to cool off first," I answered flatly, drying my wet tresses with the towel.

"Forget the hair, Fabray. I wants to get mack on now."

I rolled my eyes but dropped the towel nonetheless and went to lay with her on the bed. She wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me closer. She stared at my eyes for a few seconds and breathed in my scent. I smiled at her lips which was a mere inches away from mine, my heart beating fast in anticipation. I waited but she still didn't make any move, and I had burning desire to know what she was thinking at the moment. I held my hand up and softly caressed her cheeks, and it was her turn to smile. It was one those rare Santana Lopez smile, something you only see when she was happy and knew that no one was looking, or when she was with Brittany. It still surprises me how she can manage to be a bitch at some point and then turn a complete 360 and she would looked so damn charming that I felt like I could trust her with anything.

It was me who finally closed the gap between us, taking her lips with mine. Surprisingly, her mouth tasted fresh, not a hint of grilled meat or onions from the burger she ate. I guess she took her time to refresh herself while I was in the shower. I appreciate that about her. Her perfume made me deepened the kiss, encircling my arms on her shoulders, pulling her closer if that was even possible. She started roaming her hands on my body as she ran her tongue on my lower lip, asking for entrance. I willingly obliged and our tongues met in my mouth, fighting for dominance. She rolled over and she was instantly on top me, straddling my hips. Her eager hands managed to get under my nightgown, palming my breast as our mouths continued to ravish each other. I moaned in our kiss at the sensation which encouraged her to squeeze roughly, not that I minded.

"Let's take this off," she murmured, already pulling my nightgown over my head.

I sat upright and held my arms up, allowing her to take it off and she tossed it unceremoniously on the floor.

I tugged at her nightgown, willing her to do the same. "You too," I whispered breathlessly.

She removed hers with no trouble and we were soon naked, our bodies flushed against each other. She moved again, starting on my neck. Her mouth lingering on her favorite spot, where my current hickey was located. She bit, lick and suck, probably leaving a much bigger bruise. I just have to use a good amount of foundation for those. She trailed kisses lower, on my collarbone, on the valley between my breasts, on my stomach. I was practically writhing underneath her. I knew where she was headed, and I found myself aching for her to stop teasing and just go for it. I felt her lips on the side of my hips and I knew she was near, if she'd just move her kisses a little more, she'd find how badly I wanted her to touch me there. I was almost about to beg for her when she finally dip her head lower and I instantly felt the soft touch of her mouth on my heated center. I arched my back in submission as her tongue darted out, gently flicking on my bundle of nerves.

"Oh god, Santana…" I gasped, my hands automatically went to grab on her hair, suddenly needing something to hold on to.

Santana had moved her mouth lower and my hips bucked in response when I felt her tongue make its way inside me. She flicked it in and out, in and out, and I bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste my own blood. The sounds I was making seemed to fuel her and she pulled away for a second only to come back with her mouth on my folds and her fingers slowly entering inside me. She thrust her fingers in and out the same way she did with her tongue, all while licking and sucking on my now very wet center.

"Santana…f-faster," I pleaded. "Please."

She did pick up the pace, pumping faster into me and I could feel her body shaking at the effort. My fingers tightened on her locks as I felt the tug in my stomach, signaling my impending release. I cried out loud once the wave of my orgasm hit me with my head tilting back into the pillows. I panted heavily, trying to compose myself as I slowly went down from my high. I could also feel Santana's intense breathing in between my legs. She pulled out her fingers from me and crawled back on top so we were face to face, capturing my lips once again in a searing kiss.

"What are you doing tomorrow night?" Santana asked out of nowhere while I was fixing my clothes, almost ready to leave that motel room.

"I dunno. Mom invited some friends from church over. She wants me there for dinner."

"'By friends from church' you mean your boy toy's parents?"

I bend down to retrieve my nightgown on the floor, not bothering to acknowledge Santana. She was still lying on the bed with the sheets around her naked body, elbows propped, watching me fuss around the room.

"You know you can always ditch that and come hang out with me," she suggested. "The 'rents won't be home all weekend. We could practically go down and dirty in my kitchen."

I sighed, almost tempted to just follow her suggestion altogether. I wasn't particularly thrilled over having to eat dinner with some people from church. Especially when Greg, that Christian boy that my mom set me up a date with was going to be there with his parents. He wasn't that bad. He was actually good looking enough for my standards, and his parents are awfully rich. I knew my mom's over excitement of us going out was mainly because of this knowledge.