Authors Note: Hello there! This is my first FanFic and I'm not very good but this is more for me than anyone else. I have a couple months of nothing while I wait for my residency to start so I decided to write something fun, I doubt I will have any time to be writing for fun after this so yeah… Totally obsessed with Quinntana and just lesbians in general. This piece will be mostly Santanacentric but will provide a lot of Quinn POVS.. but who knows maybe I'll switch it up later, depends on who's main story line is more interesting but of course it is Quintanna endgame. I'm submitting the first chapter in honor of Dinah weekend, I have no betas so please be nice! Enjoy ;)
Ch. 1
For about two weeks after the initial hook up, Santana could not help but walk around with a glowing smug look on her face. It wasn't so much that she had fucked Quinn Fabray, it was that she had fucked THE Quinn Fabray. It's not like she had never had sex with gorgeous women before, I mean she was banging Brittney most of her time at McKinely and she could also include in her repertoire a list of 3 super hot cheerleaders, the resident bad ass from her dorms and maybe a couple beer goggle goddesses during her semester at Kentucky, so she had done alright for herself and if her sexual prowess up to now should indicate what her future sexscepades entailed in New York, things were looking very good. Santana would randomly fall to a fit of laughter just thinking about it and would have to quickly gather herself and carry on with whatever she'd been doing. She couldn't believe she was getting such a kick out of it. She paused to wonder what Quinn thought about the whole thing, they hadn't spoken since the morning after. Needless to say that smug look quickly vanished when reality hit her one afternoon.
"Holy fuck.. I'm in New York, "
"I don't have a job;"
"I dropped out of school,"
"I'm living in a corner with Barbara and Porcelain,"
"I could have just lost the love of my life,"
"I have no idea what I'm doing,"
"and I fucked Quinn Fabray."
She quickly realized she had to get her shit together. Her Mexican Third Eye told her she needed to get a job because 1) she was in New York and needed to look good 2) she couldn't live in a corner forever 3) she needed to keep busy because thinking about the other realities of her life right now seemed overwhelming.
After two weeks of realizing her life was a total mess Santana was already getting her hustle on tending bar at Coyote Ugly a couple blocks from the loft. Something told her working with all those hot girls would be dangerous but what could she say, really? She loved living her life on the line. The hours were perfect, she was on a completely opposite schedule as Rachel and Kurt. It gave everyone enough space from each other making the inevitable murder spree, Santana was sure was going to go down, take a bit longer to happen. Santana would sleep all morning, she needed at least 9 hours of beauty sleep after coming from the bar around 5am each morning except for Tuesdays and Wednesdays. She'd get up at around 2:30 in the afternoon check FB, emails, check out new music she could mix on her days off, catch up on lesbian pop culture and by the time she realized what time it was she was usually running behind schedule. Kurt and Rachel would start getting home around 6:30 which was the same time Santana had to start getting ready for work.
Santana POV
"Santana!"
"What do you want Berry, I'm about to jump in the shower!" Omg she's so loud.
"Well, I never get to see you or talk to you since you are always ignoring my texts and calls and.." I knew I had to cut her off and cut her off now or she would never let me take a shower.
"You've got 5 seconds spill"
"Since Quinn is coming for a couple of days next week you should really offer her your bed since Brody is staying with me and Kurt, well Kurt isn't the best bed mate per say.."
"What!?" Did she just say Quinn was staying her for a couple days and that I should offer her my bed?
"Santana! Seriously how dense are you? Quinn is coming to stay a few days and it's only right that you offer her your bed so that she doesn't have to sleep on that ghastly sofa she'll surely throw her back out! You know she was in that awful car accident Santana you cant make her sleep on the couch!"
"Woah woah woah Berry, now listen up and listen up real good ok.. first of all that was way over 5 seconds second youre not only insulting me but you are also seriously pissing me off and if I am late because of your little whatever the fuck this was I'm gonna make sure you never see the light of day again and third WHY THE FUCK are you just now telling me that Quinn is coming for a couple days? What exactly are a couple days and when is she coming, geez Rach I haven't spoken to the girl in a month!"
I hadn't given Quinn much thought lately. Two weeks after Quinn and I hooked up I realized my life was shit and I needed to get a move on before life passed me by. I think I had a minor melt down that lasted a whole 24 hours. Thankfully I have always had my feet firmly planted on the ground so I didn't waste much time sulking. The hard part was already done. I realized what I wanted since I was in High School but I was simply to afraid to go after my dreams, a year ago my dream was to move to New York make it big. What can I say im really bad with rejection and failing. I figured if I didn't try I would never get hurt when I failed. Today my dream is still to make it big in New York but im not exactly sure how I'm going to do that. All I knew was that Kentucky was not the place for me. It was suffocating, way too WASPy, and aside from fun sexual experiences I knew I was never going to find anything much deeper there, not that that was what I am looking for but still. Cheerleading was driving me crazy too, I was miserable. For now I am happy working, I know I will eventually have to go back to school whether its for music or business or something but like I said for now im happy working and experiencing life in New York. I never thought a city could make you so happy but it's really changing my life for the better. I feel at peace and I am learning so much about myself. I even started calling Rachel and Kurt by their names instead of offensive nicknames. I've been so concentrated on my present and future that I have thought very little about my past. Thinking of Quinn automatically made me think if Brittney but in a very neutral way. I still love the girl and would do anything for her but I think I'm starting to let her go, in my mind at least. I still don't know how I would react to her being her though. At least I don't start weeping at the thought of her anymore so that was progress. For me leaving Brittney represented so much more for me than puppy love or real love whatever it was, it represented my past. Truly letting go of Britney was letting go of everything I once was and everything that defined me. When I think of Quinn I get butterflies in my stomach but mostly I think it's nerves. I hope shit isn't weird between us. It sucks because as much as I know we shouldn't, I cant help but want to get Quinn naked again. The night we spent together was really awesome. I never in a million years would have guessed that Quinn and I would hook up, twice! Like I said ive been with gorgeous women but Quinn is Quinn. We have kicked each other's asses before, bitch slapped each other, been best friends, slept with each other's boyfriends, the list goes on. We have extremely high peaks and low valleys on our friendship/enemy/relationship graph. It still blows my mind. Like I seriously can't believe it happened but what I am most surprised at was how easy it was to make love to her. No not love, it was definitely not love but still it was very easy to perform with her without inhibitions or insecurities. Considering our past I should have been completely freaking out because I was about to go down on Quinn Fabray but it was nothing other than awesome how she just let herself go and bring down her walls and her whole HBIC front. Who am I kidding though the HBIC thing is not a front but it was nice to not have to deal with that side of Quinn for once. After we passed out on each other we remained entangled until around check out the next morning. It's weird because I am never able to sleep in with someone I just had sex with, well other than Brittney, but I swear the only reason we woke up before check out was because Rachel had been calling me non stop to make sure we'd still be meeting up for lunch before we both flew back to New York.
Morning After Flashback
"Fucking Man Hands is so annoying,"
"What does she want," Quinn was glowing in after sex juices her voice was soft with a light husk her usual uninterested tone sounded sexy to me.. it was weird. Maybe I was still slightly in shock and aroused from the night before.
"She wants to meet for lunch before we take off, wanna join?"
"Can't."
"Why not!? Listen Fabray, if you feel you'll be too tempted to tap this during lunch I'm sure we can get away with having a quickie in a bathroom stall or something." I couldn't help myself, I was smirking with an eyebrow turned up waiting for her reaction.
"Don't be stupid Santana." Bam, there it was! She wasn't done rolling her eyes by the time she started ranting about how resistible I was, no one was buying that shit nobody could resist this. "I told you this was a one time thing, as hard as it will be to resist your none existent charming ways and that cocky annoying strut you do that actually makes you look more like a prostitute than anything else I think I'll manage to keep my hands off you with out any problem. Just please don't tempt me" pause "to slap you, again, that I really couldn't resist." Again, how the hell can she sound so disinterested and passionate at the same time? I was really starting to believe she couldn't stand me sometimes, but that was nonsense. The way she was screaming my name last night, told otherwise. This was awesome I had topped Quinn Fabray last night!
"Ouch! After topping you all night I'm gonna let you have the last word because I Quinn, am a gentle lady." I said with an eye roll. "But seriously why can't you come?"
"Judy will flip out if I cancel on her today, I am meeting her and Frannie for lunch before I have to head back to New Haven."
"Oh, that sucks."
"Tell me about it.. Well I'm gonna jump in the shower."
"Need some help!?" I couldn't help myself.
Quinn laughed and then looked over her shoulder as she lingered by the bathroom door. I couldn't read her I almost thought she was waiting for me to follow but that couldn't be it. Last night was awesome and everything but Quinn's like my best friend/worst enemy. We were drunk, having sober shower sex would be awkward. I'm starting to believe that maybe sex with Quinn wasn't that great I just thought it was because I was drunk, that's why she was so uninterested this morning. No fucking way. I am a sex goddess, everyone knows that. But for some reason these doubts kept creeping in my mind for the next two weeks but mostly I was just so full of myself and felt so pleased with myself that I had finally topped Quinn Fabray. By the time the wheels in my head had stopped working Quinn was outta the shower and dress. Her hair was still wet as she gathered her things.
"Why are you still in bed?"
"Huh?"
"Santana, it's almost check out time and you're still half naked in bed.. why?"
"Oh, I dunno," I need to stop day dreaming for hours at a time "Shit, we should get going. You can leave I'll check us out, I don't want your mom to get craycray on yo ass!" I told her with a wink.
"Why thank you Miss, you really are a gentle woman.. never in a million years would I have pictured you to be anything gentle like.."
"Har Har Har Fabray, now get out."
"Rude, but ok San I guess I'll see you sometime.."
"If you're lucky," I say smiling.
"A girl can only hope."
Quinn walked out of the room and did the head over the shoulder thing as she reached the door again. This time I could have swore I saw her bite her lip and then she was gone and that was that.
End Flashback
"What is wrong with you Santana?" Rachel is looking at me like I'm crazy. "You have a look on your face that says you are somewhere between horrified and constipated. Really San, I don't get with the big deal is you and Quinn have always had a love hate relationship but I was under the impression that recently you guys have been on the love side and you have definitely stopped speaking to Quinn longer than a month and you guys have been fine. I though we left all the cat fighting in HS?"
"Shut up Rachel."
"You know what, whatever! I am done with your dramatics, just offer Quinn your bed and I hope you don't run out of hot water since you've been standing outside the shower whilst it runs for the past 15 minutes and you know how I feel about wasting unnecessary resources!" Rachel stormed off wailing her hands in the air like a mad woman yet she has the audacity to comment on my dramatics!? If she only knew why I was really freaking out. Get it together Lopez, Quinn is the most sensible person you know, she'll be fine. Omg but what if she isn't!? Hold up, you guys are pretty much adults, you consented, the morning after resumed in your usual banter a lot less violent but you both gave grown and become much more civil individuals since High School, you are definitely overreacting. My self pep talk comes to a screeching halt when the water goes ice cold and all I can visualize is me murdering Treasure Trail.
She rushed out of the bathroom to start her beautifying process for the night. Right now first thing was first, getting glammed up for the night. She would put Quinn in the back of her mind for now. After all, she worked with loads of hot girls and she had to make her tips. She was so lucky that she had a working under the table kind of job. If she wasn't so hot she would have never gotten the job there. She had told the owner she didn't care about working under that table because she didn't want to get taxed on tips but the real reason was that no one knew she wasn't 21. She didn't lie per say but she definitely didn't make the truth known. The only down side to the job was a strict rule about dating co-workers. Santana worked with so much eye candy but was so busy all the time she had little time to socialize. Besides she was barely in week 2 of the job and was still learning the ropes. She figured once she mastered all her tending bar skills she would have more time to get to know her co workers and she would soon make her way to actually being a bar tender. She could so see herself in assless chaps dancing the routine on the bar with the rest of the girls. For now she would have to make ends meet by bussing and serving at the bar.
Santana pretty much wore the same thing each night. A variation of a ripped cayote ugly t shirt or a tight fitting cayote ugly tank top with super skin tight black skinnies and black chucks. Tonight was feeling chilly so she threw a back leather jacket on top of her outfit for the walk to the bar. She made her way to the kitchen where she began picking at Kurt's and Rachel's vegan dinner. It was gross. As she looked at the time it was nearly 8:30pm, she went in at 9:00pm and it took her 15 minutes to walk from the loft to the bar. She always liked getting there early to get her shit together, she hated being in a hurry. As she strolled towards the dood she noticed Kurt reading GQ.
"Hey Kurt, when is Quinn getting here and for how long?"
Kurt responded quickly and efficiently without glancing up once, god she loved him sometimes. " Sunday night she leaves, I guess she is going to some workshop Monday and Tuesday and she's leaving Wednesday, that's all I know .. oh and you are offering her your bed."
OK that gives me a couple days to prepare. I roll my eyes and walk out of the loft without as much as saying one word.
I pick of a slice of pizza and coke as I make my way to work. Its Friday and its already packed. People are trying to get good seats, the first dance routine is at 10 and then once every hour until the main bar closes at 2 then we continue to serve booz till 4. Thoughts of Quinn disappear as I put my stuff away in my locker and make my way to the bar to ask the bar tenders if they need anything before I start making rounds. I slip myself a shot of tequila and I'm in the zone. I didn't think about Quinn until Sunday.