Three:Thirty
"Did you hear that?"
With a groan Santana lifted her head of the pillow to check the obnoxiously bright alarm clock Quinn had demanded they got when they had moved in, only to see that it was nearly three thirty at night.
"No, go back to sleep," she ordered getting comfortable again. She hated being woken in the middle of the night; always made her feel like she hadn´t slept at all the next morning.
"I think someone´s at the door," Quinn continued, shaking Santana´s naked shoulder.
Opening her eyes the Latina kept quiet and listened for any sounds.
A few seconds later there was another quick and quiet round of knocks against the door.
"Just ignore it," she told her girlfriend, "Whoever it is must be crazy as fuck, so not worth our attention."
"What if it´s important?" The blonde wondered aloud.
"Then they would knock fucking louder," Santana argued. It was probably just one of their crazy neighbors, maybe Misses Coleman who lost her fucking cat at least twice a week.
Next to her the blonde sighed loudly, "I can´t sleep like this."
"Then go see who´s at the door but let me sleep."
"Can´t you check?"
"Will you fucking shut up if I do?"
"Absolutely."
"Fine."
Getting out of bed Santana stumbled through the room for a moment to find her shirt which she pulled on as she walked down the hall.
Quinn could hear her make a pit stop in the kitchen and then knives clacking together. Rolling her eyes she got up as well and put on her robe. Whoever was in front of their door wasn´t exactly her favorite person in the world right now either, but she didn´t want some poor soul to die just because they woke up her girlfriend in the middle of the night.
When she got to Santana the Latina was still struggling with the locks, the largest knife they owned in her left hand.
"Sweetie, what are you doing with that knife?"
"I´m going to teach someone a lesson and I forgot where I put the baseball bat," Santana replied darkly as she finally unlocked the door. "What?" She asked the person standing out in the hall, knife threatening in front of her.
Pulling the door farther open Quinn exhaled when she saw that it was just Rachel, the girl living in the apartment next to them.
"Told you, someone crazy and not worth our attention," Santana said to her girlfriend ready to dismiss the other girl.
"Tana, put that knife down," the blonde told her girlfriend, taking a step closer to her and putting a calming hand on her shoulder. Santana wasn´t Rachel´s biggest fan as it was and having been woken by her in the middle of the night was surely not going to change that.
"Hey Rachel."
"What do you want Berry? And do you have any idea what fucking time it is?" Santana asked moodily, leaning into Quinn´s touch.
"I´m really, really sorry to interrupt your sleep and to bother you so late at night, but as you might remember I´ve told you that my daddies are coming for a visit tomorrow, and since I´ve been at rehearsals all day and only got home about two hours ago I didn´t have the time to-"
"Come to the fucking point Berry, before I slaughter you," Santana interrupted her holding the knife back up.
Wisely Rachel took a step back before she continued speaking. "I´m backing a vegan chocolate cake for them and I´m out of silk but since it´s the middle of the night and I have this rule not to go walking around the city alone after midnight I can´t-"
"Okay, number one: we don´t have silk and number two: what the fuck is that even?"
"It´s soy milk," Quinn explained, "And actually I think we still have some left," she said disappearing into the apartment.
Leaving the door open Santana followed her into the kitchen, where Quinn was rummaging through their fridge.
"Why the hell do we have soy milk? Are you trying to turn into a vegetarian? `Cause I´d hate to burst your bubble, babe, but bacon isn´t vegan so there´s no way in hell you could ever be a vegetarian."
"I´m surprised you can actually use the word vegetarian in a sentence without making a stupid joke," Quinn replied with an amused smile catching her girlfriends eyes, "and I only bought it on accident. I thought it was regular milk."
"You look cute with your hair all over the place," Santana said getting sidetracked for a moment, "Cute and totally fuckable."
"Uhm, excuse me?"
Knife raised Santana turned around to see Rachel standing right behind her.
"Don´t hurt me!" The singer squealed when the sharp object nearly connected with her chest.
"Who the fuck invited you in?"
"I thought you wanted me to follow you!"
"Sweetie, give me that thing," Quinn said finally taking the knife away from her girlfriend. "Just ignore her, she´s terrible when she just woke up."
"No problem."
Santana continued to glare at Rachel, arms crossed in front of her chest looking just as intimidating as she had with the knife in hand.
"You´re the chick that always starts singing at six in the morning, right?" She asked.
"That´s right. I start my daily-"
"It´s fucking rude."
"Well, excuse me but-"
"You can´t have a boyfriend if you have the energy to get up every morning at six. Honestly I think you need a good, hard-"
"Santana!" Quinn interrupted her slamming the door of the fridge closed.
"What? It´s true!"
"Not everyone is as sexually active as the two of you are," Rachel replied unperturbed, "and as happy as I am for you for having a fulfilling relationship I don´t appreciate being kept awake every night either. So maybe we could find a compromise concerning this issue."
With a slight blush on her face Quinn handed Rachel the carton of silk, "Here and… we´ll try to work on that."
"Like hell we will, I like hearing you scream and it´s the most action she´s getting anyway, you should be fucking grateful," Santana told Rachel straightforward.
Wrapping an arm around her girlfriend´s waist Quinn tried to calm her down. "We´ll keep it in mind."
"Okay, anyway, thank you so much for the silk, and again: I´m really sorry for having woken you up. In return I´m going to try to be a bit quieter tomorrow morning as to not-"
"Whatever, just leave already."
"I hope you have a nice weekend with your dads," Quinn said conversationally as she walked Rachel to the door.
"She´s fucking insane," Santana said as she stripped off her shirt again on the way to the bedroom, "like, who the hell bakes a chocolate cake in the middle of the night? And who in their right mind thinks it´s okay to bother their neighbors at that time? I´m telling you she´s going to end up on the news one day."
Picking up Santana´s discarded shirt Quinn closed the bedroom door behind them and dropped the shirt and her robe on the chair in front of her antique vanity.
"Tana… let´s just go back to sleep, okay?"
"But I´m awake now," the Latina pouted as she crawled under the covers. "You wanna make some noise?" She asked her hand trailing over Quinn´s stomach.
"… well, we could work on being a bit quieter," the blonde replied perking up.
"Yeah, totally," the Latina agreed kissing along Quinn´s jaw till she got to her lips, "or we could like not."
"Either way, get on with it."
"Yessir," Santana mumbled against Quinn´s lips as she got settled between her legs.
"And no vegetarian jokes while your head is between my thighs!"
A/N: So, this could be a one-shot, but I actually have a few other ideas for this scenario (i.e. Rachel living next to Quinn and Santana). Please tell me if you´d be interested in reading more. :)
(To those waiting for an update of C&C: I promise there will be one within the next two weeks. :) )
