(Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of their characters. I'm just a fan looking to explore.)
Ok. I'm a little nervous about this, but the whole reason for joining FanFiction was to share my stories and continue to grow as a writer, since, I still have much to learn. This is the first of many chapters with this particular story, my hand just wouldn't stop. However, I only have a few chapters typed up and ready to go. Hopefully, I'll get one or two more out in a few days, that is if people like it. Enjoy.
A Chance for Something More
It had been a few weeks since Mr. Schue's failed Valentine's Day wedding and Santana was still in the process of getting settled in New York. The spring semester had already begun so she had awhile before deciding on what college to attend, but she needed to do something to keep her voice in tune. With Rachel and Kurt's help they were able to find a decently priced voice coach that had raved reviews from a number of students at NAYDA, and by early March, Santana was pretty much situated in her new home.
Living with Lady Hummel and Berry wasn't as excruciating as she thought it would be. They were usually at NAYDA all day and at night Kurt was off with Adam while Rachel kept busy singing and studying, to take her mind off her Brody and Finn situation. Santana was actually impressed of the little drama Rachel created for herself.
"Attempting to juggle two men, our little Berry's growing up." Santana said one evening when Rachel poured everything out to her. Overall, life at the loft with Kurt and Rachel was good. Rachel's neuroses were becoming bearable and she loved going out to "Callbacks" to let loose. Everything was finally falling into place, however, there was one thing that still kept her up at night; Quinn.
During Mr. Schue's failed wedding Santana experienced a new side of Quinn, one she never thought she'd see, and now whenever she closed her eyes, Quinn was all she could see. Each time she shut her eyes she would see Quinn's dazzling hazel eyes, Quinn's fingers sliding up and down her arms, Quinn's glittering smile as she glared down at the end of the bed, she could even hear Quinn's intoxicating raspy voice calling for her.
"This was just a one night thing." Santana would yell at herself softly as she shot up from bed every night, but she couldn't shake Quinn from her mind.
The next night was the Saturday before St. Patrick's Day and the streets of New York were already filled. Santana, Rachel, and Kurt decided to spend the night in, so they would be able to soak in as much as they could from their first St. Patty's in the city. They popped in the musical Rent and ordered a pizza, but just as the three of them were getting comfortable there was a knock at the door.
"There's no way that could be the pizza already." Santana said popping out of her chair slightly annoyed. She was gearing up for a sarcastic comment as she opened the door, but instead she froze.
"Oh my god Quinn!" Rachel squeaked, as she ran toward the door almost knocking Quinn over as she hugged her. "What are you doing here?" Kurt added, waiting for his turn.
"I had a week left before classes resumed and I thought, there was no better way to spend my last week of sanity than St. Patty's Day in New York City with some good friends."
"Sounds great to me, come in." Rachel said taking one of Quinn's bags.
Santana stepped aside to let Quinn in, but was still struggling to find words.
"Hey." Quinn said, cocking her head slightly as she addressed Santana.
"Hey," Santana responded. She knew she needed to quit acting so awkward in front of Kurt and Rachel, but she couldn't control her thoughts. What made matters worse was that all she could picture was Quinn without her clothes on, and when she looked over at Quinn she could sense that she knew exactly what she was thinking.
"Santana, can you call the pizza parlor back and add another pizza to our order? I'm sure we'll devour the leftovers tomorrow after all the festivities."
"Sure." She answered slowly snapping out of her trance.
"Quinn, you can squeeze in next to me." Kurt called after her making room on their new love seat."
"Ok," She answered, then leaned in closer to Santana. "It's good to see you." Santana's whole body tingled with the warmth of Quinn's mouth grazing her ear forcing her to quietly take a breath before calling to order an extra pizza.
The rest of the night the four of them talked and reminisced. Santana was finally feeling back to her normal self, throwing sarcastic comments ever chance she got, and being overly cocky. Overall, it was fun and friendly evening. Rachel wanted to get to bed relatively early since they had a long, eventful, schedule planned for the following day, with Kurt headed to bed soon after, leaving Santana and Quinn alone. Santana was quick to get up from her seat to try and find some extra blankets for Quinn, before she caught her glance and froze up again.
"Hey." Quinn called after her as Santana was searching, but she pretended not to hear her. "Santana." Santana closed her eyes and took a deep breath before facing Quinn.
"Yeah." Quinn moved over on the love seat.
"Do you think we can talk for a bit before we set up the sleeping arrangements?" Talking was the last thing Santana had on her mind, but she had to control herself. Quinn was one of the best friends that she ever had and she didn't want to ruin that.
"Sure." Santana sat on the couch, but positioned herself against the arm rest, making sure to not let any part of her touch Quinn."
"How have you been?" Santana became somewhat annoyed.
"I'm fine. Look Quinn, can we quit the small talk, just tell me what's up?" Quinn's eye widened.
"Wow, ok then."
"I'm sorry." Santana responded quickly trying not to sound like her usual bitchy self. "I didn't mean it like that, it's just, we haven't talked since, well you know, and then all of a sudden you show up at my doorstep." Quinn nodded.
"I know, I'm sorry, I guess getting things back to normal was easier said than done."
"You can say that again."
"I guess getting things..."
"Quinn!" They both laughed, finally feeling something familiar, but it didn't take long for the awkwardness to settle back in; neither one of them knowing how to break the silence.
"You know," Quinn bit her lower lip as she considered her next words. "We could always just hook up here every so often; I mean guys do it all the time. Why can't we?"
At first Santana's face showed nothing but excitement at the idea of being able to be with Quinn again, but then she thought about it.
"As much as I would love that Q, I don't think that's a very good idea."
"What not?" Quinn asked, not covering up her disappointment.
"Because sex changes everything, I mean look at us now. We're both fumbling over our words and jump back as soon one touches the other so that Kurt and Rachel don't suspect anything. I mean, we're best friends Q, and even though we're at each others throats half the time, I'd like to keep you in my life. Plus, girls tend to get emotionally attached, just look what happened to me and Brittany. Yeah, it was fun for a while, but then I fell in love with her." Quinn nodded, but again couldn't hide the fact that she was upset about Santana's choice.
"Ok."
"I'll go get those blankets for you." Santana added sadly.
Santana helped Quinn set up her sleeping area before heading to her bedroom, which was only feet away behind the room divider. As Santana was getting ready for bed she was mumbling at herself on how dumb she was for turning Quinn down.
"What they hell were you thinking? You never think before you act? A beautiful woman offered you a friends with benefits deal and you had to go ahead and think about the what ifs? This growing up thing is bullshit." Santana fell on her bed, shoved her pillow on top of her face, and yelled into it as she punched the pillow several times.
Santana had a hard time sleeping and after staring at the ceiling for an hour, she decided to hop out of bed and get some water. She adjusted her short boy shorts, rearranged her tank top that was showing more than enough skin, and peeked around the room divider at Quinn. She looked to be sleeping peacefully and Santana couldn't help but think back to their night together. After their incredible night of passion, Santana was too worked up to fall asleep and decided to watch Quinn as she slept. There were a few strands of hair dangled close to her mouth, and as she brushed them to the side Quinn let out a soft sigh, which made Santana smile. She shook her head to get back to reality and tiptoed into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. Quinn moaned at some point making Santana weak in the knees and she almost dropped her water as she headed back to her room.
"Can't sleep either?" A raspy voice called after her as Santana reached the divider. She turned around and smiled.
"No." Quinn sat up and eyed Santana up and down.
"You look really cute," Santana couldn't help, but blush.
"Thanks. Well, goodnight Q."
"Goodnight." Santana was about to turn the corner, but found herself looking back at Quinn.
"You know what Q? My bed is a hell of a lot more comfortable than that love seat you can barely fit in. If you want, you can come sleep in my bed tonight.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, we're friends right?" Quinn nodded, gathered her pillow and blankets, and followed Santana behind the divider.
Santana fixed the bed up and patted down on the side next to her. She wasn't sure if this was a wise decision, especially since Quinn, who was also wearing boy shorts, looked delicious. Every sarcastic, over the top comment she would usually fish up now seemed distant. Quinn was making her feel exceptionally warm and tingly. She wasn't sure if she liked it, or if she wanted to slap Quinn across the face for turning her into such a mushy mess.
Santana curled up and faced the opposite direction of Quinn. She was finally getting comfortable when she felt Quinn's arm brush up against her.
"Sweet dreams." Between Quinn's arm and her intoxicating breath warming every inch of her body Santana wanted to turn over and pull Quinn into her, but she didn't.
"Sweet dreams."