It had been a terrible break-up and Santana hadn't expected anything less. The final memories of her and Brittany's last month together kept running through her head, the fighting, the lying, the sneaking around behind each other's backs had become too much for the duo to keep up with and honestly, Santana knew it was her fault. Her anger and jealousy had become too much to handle, as expected, and finally the Latina found herself emotionally exhausted by the world and planned on hiding inside her now empty apartment until she couldn't stand her thoughts anymore.
Her phone was vibrating again. It's been two weeks, three days, four hours and what seemed like yesterday since the break-up and somehow the world had heard about it. But Santana just wasn't in the mood for Pucks attempt at jokes, Mike's attempts at distractions, or Rachael's rants on how situations like these make you stronger. "Garbage…" She mumbled under her breath, lifting a lazy head from her pillow to look at the phone that was forever going off, expecting it to be the same people who just won't let her be alone. New voicemail flashed across her screen as she dialed it, holding it loosely to her ear, "You have three new messages, first message Saturday, December third, eight o clock pm. Tana its Rach, I found an interesting article on coping with loss, it says…" Before the annoying hobbit had a chance to go one, Santana immediately hit seven to erase this message. "Message deleted, new message Saturday, December third, Eight fifteen PM, Hey Santana come to this party with me and Mike, it's going to be a blast, plenty" Again hitting seven, Santana knew what he was going to say. Plenty of single ladies looking for love; it was like taking a bullet all over again. Santana wanted nothing to do with women, even if her hormones said otherwise. "Message deleted, new message, Saturday, December third, Ten o eight Pm" There was silence behind this message causing the girl to immediately wonder if it was Brittany.
Almost wanting it to be.
"Hey San…" A familiar voice spoke softly into the phone, "Look I know we didn't really leave high school on the best of terms but Puck called me because he's worried and as you know…that's rare for the boy. Look I'm not trying to feed you some bullshit about how it'll make you stronger or it'll hurt less eventually. I'm just saying if you need someone too actually listen or just hang out with, I'm here. I've been through it enough to know how it feels, give me a call sometime."
Santana stared at her phone with knitted brows. Quinn Fabray. That name hasn't crossed her mind in such a long time it was odd thinking of the blonde she was friends with so long ago. A few weeks before high school was out, a party over at Puckermens got way out of hand as they usually did being the reason the beautiful blonde and her no longer spoke.
The music was loud and the people were plenty, each adding to the pile of alcohol in the kitchen so it was needless to say everyone had quite a few drinks. Brittany was wild when she was drunk, always leaving the Latina in a terrible mood as she watched her girlfriend throw herself at basically every guy around and on that particular day, Santana felt the need to be more vengeful then usual towards the women she claimed to love. Storming through the long hallway towards the kitchen, Santana looked for her target; anyone she could use to make her feel better about what was going on around her. A laugh was heard towards the fridge, a laugh that always made Santana smirk knowing how ungenuine it truly was considering she knew the girl since the summer before freshmen year. Quinn Fabray was leaning against the fridge, her usual herd of boys gawking around her each trying to show off for her attention. But Quinn wasn't interested. If she was, her eyes wouldn't have wondered over to the olive colored girl with the bad attitude who had been staring at her from the door way. By the looks of it, the fair skin Quinn must have had enough drinks in her to make her usually uptight self look relaxed enough to be leaning against the fridge as if it were her only way to stop gravity from bringing her down. Target acquired.
Pushing through two guys from the football team, She grabs the blondes free hand not giving her a choice but to follow, "Out of the way nimrods" She bites harshly at the group of guys who were now confused on why she was taking away their eye candy. Pulling Quinn behind her, Santana made her way towards the nearest empty room, "Wheres exactly are yous taking me?" Quinn asked in a sloppy giggle not really putting forth a fight to get away from her. Not answering the girl but rather closing the door behind her before pushing her into it probably rougher then is actually necessary for the drunken princess. Letting her face fall inches away from Quinn's, one hand propped on the door, while the other steadied on the blondes hip whose face was no longer smiling, causing Santana's to smirk knowing she was making her nervous. "Am I making you nervous?" She coos to the girl before letting her lips fall into the nap of Quinn Fabrays neck, lightly tracing it with her lips. A very audible lump in the hazel eyed girls throat was cleared and goose bumps began covering the exposed parts of her skin, "I-I'm very confused right now…why are you taking advantage of me while I've been drinking?" She asked, too shocked by what was happening to move. "I'm not taking advantage of you…that's not even possible. I've seen how you react to being uncomfortable" The Latina purrs into Quinn's ear before taking a nibble on it. Against her best effort, a slight moan escaped the blondes lips as the confusion still ran through her head. Why was Santana doing this? They've been friends since forever and never once has the girl ever hit on her like she had Brittany. Brittany. "Santana…" She breathed out as the girl was starting the kiss and suck lightly at her neck, hands now gently massaging her hips. "Aren't you with Brittany…?" She fought to say, finding it hard to do so as the distraction continued sending tingles through her body. Stopping what she's doing, Santana looks into hazel eyes, her eyebrows arched and a sly grin on her face, "Actually…" looking around to be a smart ass, "I'm pretty sure it's just us right now" With that she hardened her grip on the girls hips, pushing her relaxing body back uptight before nipping at the girls neck and making her way to Quinn's jaw line. Truth was Quinn couldn't decipher between if it was the alcohol that was allowing her to go along with this, or if she actually wanted this to be happening.
Sure she had just been standing with plenty of boys who would be more then willing to be in the Latinas current position right now, and she had been flirting with them all night. But the moment she saw Santana she almost wished the girl would interrupt and take her away from the group of guys who could be mistaken for her entourage. If she had to be honest, Quinn was finding them all very alike, and it was boring her causing her to drink more and more just to feel even slightly entertained. And this is why she wasn't sure why she was allowing this. "Mmm" she hums from the back of her throat as she feels plump lips finally move onto her own, and soft hands tracing down the outside of her skirt. Santana was feeling pretty proud of herself at this point, not only was she getting much wanted revenge on Brittany, but with the most beautiful, uptight girl in school who just happened to be completely straight and her friend. This moment was complete brilliance for Santana causing her to wonder why she hadn't thought of it before, she knew Quinn has a million secrets, and secretly wanting her was not one of them since Santana has caught the girl checking her out on multiple occasions.
Santana smirked wider as her hand made its way beneath the blondes skirt and to damp place between Quinn's legs, "This better be our little secret…" Quinn made sure to threaten, stopping her hand before it went any further. Looking into her eyes, Santana winks a chestnut eye at her in her way of promising. "I'll keep you my dirty little secret" She mumbles once more before crashing her lips onto Quinn's.
It amazed Santana how vivid her memory was sometimes. She felt those dam hormones trying to get the best of her once more and she knew she couldn't let it, though, the thought of Quinn would probably linger until she could find the courage to talk to her. About Brittany. About her. About anything for the matter. "Damn pride…." Santana curses herself, throwing her phone to the side and digging her head into her pillow for another night.
Two weeks, four days, five hours. How much longer could she hold out without freaking out?