Summer had finally come to the small town of Lima and the past juniors, now seniors, were celebrating at Quinn Fabray's house. The head cheerleader had always thrown the first summer party and with years passing, they went from fun pool parties to wild nights. Thankfully Quinn's parents had always gone on some Christian cruise at the start of summer. Quinn was pretty sure that the only part of the cruise that made it 'Christian' was the endless supply of red wine.
Quinn made the rounds through her house; checking that nothing too valuable was broken, the kegs were still flowing, the DJ had enough outlets, Puck was behaving himself (sort of), and that she had enough liquor for when the kegs were kicked. From the kitchen, Quinn spotted her friend and fellow cheerio dancing with someone new, someone she didn't recognize. Her tanned friend was carelessly dancing with this new guy as if she hadn't had a care in the world. The guy on the other hand seemed as if it was his luckiest day from the look on his face. Quinn had watched them dance just a little bit longer until she realized that this guy was no senior.
"Holy crap!" she thought as she finally got a good look at the kid. He was tall but with no muscular definition, a shirt stained with beer dribbles and a mouth full of braces. "A freshman!" Quinn was amazed, her friend was so drunk that she was openly dancing with a freshman! Quinn had to save her before anyone sober saw the HBIC of McKinley dancing with this kid. Cutting through the crowd of sweaty and drunk teenagers, she finally found Santana and grabbed her by the arm. As she made her way back through the crowd, she gave the boy the signature Fabray glare, "Hey you better get out of here before Puck sees a freshman at this party, last one he found spent the whole year eating lunch in the dumpster". At that the boy made a quick getaway to the front door.
Now that that problem was solved, Quinn moved on to the next.
"What the fuck Fabray! Didn't you see I was a little busy!". Santana was trying her best to wiggle out of the blonde's grip but it was useless.
"C'mon stop fidgeting! I'm doing you a favor!" said Quinn as she tugged on Santana's arm harder, trying to get her upstairs.
"Jesus Fabray! If you rip my arm out for some stupid reason, I will ends you tonight!"
Before she got any response back, Quinn made it to her room and shut the door.
"Okay Barbie what the hell is going on, I was about to get my mack on with that new hottie on the rugby team!" Santana slurred.
"Rugby team! Hah! Wow San how much did you drink? That guy still had braces! Hahaha!" Quinn feel to the floor rolling with laughter. Apparently Santana wasn't the only one that had a little too much to drink.
"Oh god really? Okay maybe it was a mistake going shot for shot with puckerman" she giggled as she flopped on top of Quinn's bed. "Anyway, how's your night been so far?"
"Eh" Quinn shrugged, "I never really enjoy parties when they're at my house, too much to worry about. Plus on my heroic journey to save you from that freshman, I saw Finn and manhands going at it. He's so tall that when they dance she has to grind on his shin!" Quinn said with a disgusted face.
"Hahaha! But seriously though its like T-rex and Barbra unhinge their jaws trying to eat each other alive. Sloppy messes, it should be illegal." Santana said. "You know I always thought berry was some kind of asexual theatre freak but I guess she's finally come out of the closet."
"What the hell are you talking about San? Berry and Finn are dating now."
"Exactly. Finn's the biggest lesbian I know." Santana stated as if it were known fact in all of Lima.
The girls couldn't help but laugh at how crazy, and true, it sounded. After the laughter died down, Quinn remembered something. "Hey, where's Britt? She should have been the one to stop you from sucking face with that freshman." Santana let out a frustrated sigh knowing she couldn't avoid the question much longer, the other blonde that completed their 'unholy trinity' was missing the whole night.
"She left for some European vacation with her family once school was out. Her parents decided to take the family to spend the summer at their Uncle's in some country where they wear wooden shoes."
"Oh yeah I remember her saying something about that, I didn't think she'd be gone the whole summer though." Quinn sensed her friend was starting to get upset thinking about spending the summer with out Brittany. "Yeah it sucks." Santana complained, "Now I have no one to entertain me and hangout with this summer.".
"Wow San its not like I'm sitting right here or anything" Quinn said from the floor.
"Well you know, you're always busy with your 'summer studies' that the nazis make you do."
"Not any more. I convinced them to give me a break since I worked my ass off for them this year." Quinn said. "I'll actually be around this summer to keep an eye on you and make sure you don't do anything too stupid. Last thing I need is for you to get in trouble with your dad and get sent off to the homelands".
"Fuck you blondie!" Santana said as she threw a pillow straight at Quinn's face. "I don't need a babysitter this summer, just someone to hangout with. And besides, what makes you so worthy of my presence?"
Without answering the brunette, Quinn crawled from her position on the floor to grab something from under her bed. Popping up from the floor, Quinn moved to her bed sitting across from Santana with a cigar box between them.
"Uh Q, I'm not really in the mood for a cigar" Santana said giving Quinn a questionable look. "And besides, what about giving me a cigar makes you worthy of my company?"
Quinn rolled her eyes and said "This box isn't actually filled with cigars stupid." Before Santana could reply with another bitchy comment, Quinn opened the box.
"No. Fucking. Way. Quinn Fabray is a stoner!" Santana's eyes widened as she took in all the 'supplies' in the box; a small glass pipe with intricate colors and designs, some rolling papers, Visine, a pink grinder with a skull sticker on it, and what Santana considers a good amount of weed.
"Does this make me worthy?" Quinn said with a confident smirk.
"Shut up! I'm just so proud to see my wittle Quinnie being a badass!" Santana pinching her cheek before Quinn playfully slapped her away.
"Really though, who knew Miss Fabray was such a cool kid?" Santana said as she picked up the baggie of weed and sniffed the powerful scent she was familiar with.
"Ha ha, I've figured if we're gonna try and spend the summer together I'd show you my secret stash." Quinn said as she took back the baggie and started taking out nuggets of green and orange. She broke up the buds and put them in her pink grinder.
"Cute sticker" Santana joked with a smirk.
Quinn just simply winked back at her friend and went back to concentrating on what was in her hands. She opened the lid of the grinder and put it aside as she grabbed her king sized papers. Flattening the paper out, she bent the middle and filled it with the little green bits till it was over flowing. Next she expertly rolled the paper around the weed and licked the joint till it was a perfect cone, pinching at the end.
"Oohh somebody's ready for college" Santana joked even though she was pretty impressed with the joint the blonde had passed to her.
"Hah you know it" Quinn replied, pulling out a lighter. She leaned forward into the brunette and sparked the lighter. Santana leant in and met the flame with the joint on her lips. Taking a couple of puffs till the twisted tip had burnt down, she started inhaling the harsh yet sweet smoke into her lungs, like many times she had done before.
"How's it burning?" Quinn asked with her eyes fixed on her friend. She realized how expertly Santana took in the smoke and released it with out any difficulty.
"It's pretty good, I'm impressed" Santana replied passing the joint back to Quinn. Santana was now smiling and looked more relaxed from when she first came into the room. Quinn took a couple of drags from the tight joint. With Santana watching her, Quinn did a French inhale, the smoke leaving her pink lips traveling smoothly back through her nose. It was a little trick she taught herself when she had had the house to herself.
"Damn Q that was pretty sexy" Santana grinned as she took in the sight of her best friend. Quinn blushed and giggles at the comment, getting back to her joint. Santana wasn't lying when she called Quinn sexy. She had never seen her friend so relaxed and comfortable in her own skin.
That was always one problem Santana had with Quinn, she was always searching for her self in all the wrong places. Being the perfect straight A student, captain of celibacy club, head cheerio, dating the most popular guy. She only did all those things because of the ideals her parents shoved down her throat. Glee had played a big part in helping her find herself and Santana was glad to see Quinn not care what others thought. It also didn't hurt that she was wearing the world's tightest tank top with white skinny jeans that hugged her every curve. It was nice to see Quinn dressing like a normal teenager instead of some church freak, she looked hot.
"Alright San stop staring at me and take a hit." Santana snapped out of her 'admiration' and started smoking. Quinn got off the bed, staggering a bit from the sudden movement, and opened her window to her room clear out of smoke. The party was still in full swing still downstairs and the bass from the music was pounding at her door. On her way back to the bed, she felt the bass under her feet and started moving to the music.
"What the fuck are you doing Q!" Santana couldn't help but laugh at her friend's desperate attempt at dancing.
"Can't you see? I'm busy over here getting mah moves on with the new rugby stud" Quinn said as she grinded on air, perfectly imitating her previously too drunk friend.
"I was not dancing like that! I know I gots more moves than… psshhht hahHAHAHA!" Santana couldn't finish the sentence. She couldn't hold the laughter back once Quinn started making the weirdest faces while still trying to move to the music. Quinn had her eyes shut and made her lips in to a squished pout/kissy face. Quinn laughed at herself after she caught a glace at her reflection in the full length mirror.
"Jesus Fabray you must already be pretty high to start making fun of me" Santana said after taking a long hit. "Hmm not quite." Quinn stole the joint back from her friend and resumed smoking. There wasn't much left of the joint after the girls had taken there last hits. Quinn snubbed the burning paper and flushed it down the toilet in her personal bathroom. Both the girls had seemed to be enjoying their high, the only thing they seemed to be capable of was laughing at each other.
"Looks like you got the 'gigs' Q" Santana grinned watching the girl giggle. Santana had to admit to herself that she had also been feeling the drug's affects hit her quicker than she thought. She laid down on top of the bed and stared at the swirling patterns on the ceiling. Next to her she felt a soft pressure fall next to her. Hazel eyes stared into deep brown for a silent moment. Santana had always been jealous of the blonde's beautiful eyes, they seemed to have the perfect balance of green and brown with specks of grey. Looking into her eyes always had a calming effect on Santana. Whenever they were together, they didn't even have to talk, there was a feeling of understanding and comfort in their friendship. It was something she never had with Brittany, Quinn had always known how to handle Santana.
"So do we have to have to go back downstairs?" The blonde asked, not looking away from her friend.
"Eh, I mean they would eventually notice the two hottest bitches missing from the party" Santana said as she poked Quinn in the stomach, making the girl giggle.
"Alright alright! Lets show these losers how to party." Quinn said pulling up Santana from the bed and racing her to the dance floor.
Many shots with Puck later, the party had finally ended leaving the two cheerios to deal with the mess.
"Okay fuck this dump, I'll help you clean it up tomorrow if you let me stay over tonight? I'm too drunk to find my own house" Santana slurred.
"Yeah, as long as you don't sneak out before I wake up, ass!" Quinn slurred back "I think we've both had enough to not remember where my room even is.. hahh wait I remember its thiiisss way! To my room and beyond!"
"Q you are a hot mess." Santana laughed. She always welcomed a visit from Quinn's ditsy drunk alter ego. "Lead the way buzz!"
Santana flopped right back onto the bed once she reached Quinn's room and went under the covers without changing.
"Sann whatareudoin? Beds are for sleeping not for clothes! You need Pajamars!" Quinn was a wreck and Santana knew a mess when she saw one.
"Q I'll change into some shorts but then sleepy time okay?" The only way to communicate with Quinn at this level was as if you were facing a 3 year old. "Lets just get you changed before yo- CRAP!"
Quinn tripped over herself while changing out of her jeans and landed right on her ass.
All Quinn could do was laugh as her friend helped pick her up and led her to bed. Santana knew there would be more than a mark in the morning from that fall.
After changing into one of Quinn's pair of cotton shorts, Santana crawled into bed beside Quinn. Santana felt sorry for the blonde, she was going to have a rough morning tomorrow. She'll be sore from that fall and will have a huge mess to clean up. Watching her friend pass out under the covers Santana nudged over to her friends forehead and gave it a simple kiss.
"'Night Q, I had a lot of fun tonight even without Britt here." Santana whispered to herself "Oh and you better not blame me for that bruise you'll find tomorrow, clumsy ass." And with that, the brunette fell into a much needed sleep.
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Hi this is my first story and I'd really appreciate it to get any kind of feedback from you guys! I'll continue with putting up more chapters in time, thanks!