This was more writing of a situation more than anything. I do think I might flesh this out into a full story. But not a very long one.
M just in case I decide to throw something M rated in there.
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee. :))
Santana stares. It's not very often that one would see Quinn Fabray in something other than her usual light dresses or working attire. A slight shiver racks her inside, but she doesn't show it.
And this, well, thiswas very uncharacteristic of the one called Quinn Fabray. And Santana knows her well enough to realize this the moment Quinn opens the bathroom door. When Santana had come over for dinner, she hadn't expected for this kind of outcome. After all, she had come over for dinner numerous times, all ending as usual dinners do, with her going home to her empty apartment, full and satisfied…with food.
And then Santana's eyes look up to meet Quinn's. Santana raises her right eyebrow and proceeds to shift her weight on the chair on order to face Quinn properly. The chair squeaks a bit as she leans back into the chair and crosses her arms over her chest. The latina points her finger at her friend. "Keep your panties on Q. And I mean that."
Quinn is standing by the bathroom door, leaning on the doorframe with nothing but a shirt and panties on. Santana chuckles a bit at her own joke, trying to ignore the fact that Quinn was close to half naked in front of her.
Santana can already tell there's nothing behind that shirt but bare skin. The blonde gives her a look she's all too familiar with and all she wants to do now is get out before anything happens. That was the look of seduction, and she's seen that look on many women. Usually directed at her, but this is Quinn Fabray. Quinn. She cannot stress this enough to herself. The blonde across the room doesn't say anything and just looks at Santana with a small smile.
"Yeah, Quinn? You're really late on the whole comforting slash pity sex part, because I'm over that." She continues her sarcastic jokes and decides with great resolve, that she will be leaving Quinn's apartment. Now. She doesn't want to sleep with very close friends, or have anything happen with very close friends.
Santana tried that already and that didn't end very well.
"Santana," Quinn starts slowly, exhaling a bit in frustration "this is not comforting slash pity sex." She starts to walk nearer to the brunette. Santana doesn't budge from the chair because she doesn't want to place herself on the bed, or the wall, or anywhere else really, where things may escalate. Although she realizes when Quinn is three feet away from her being on the chair is pretty dangerous in itself .
So instead, she continues the banter light-heartedly. She smirks and shakes her head. "Whatever you say Q." Quinn has made it to the desk beside the chair. She brings up her left hand to rest on it and leans on the desk, facing Santana. The brunette looks at Quinn's slender fingers and then the hem of her shirt. Resisting isn't usually present in Santana's sexual dictionary, and she fights to keep herself in check.
And then the doorbell rings and Quinn jumps, startled. Suddenly she's scrambling to put some clothes on. All of a sudden the usual Quinn is back, snapped out of whatever spell she was on. And so is Santana, who takes a deep breath and silently gets off the chair.
'Thank god' The brunette mutters to herself and takes this time to walk out of Quinn's bedroom. Santana goes ahead and opens the front door, a scrawny boy standing there, with a small plastic wrapped envelope under his arm.
"Ms. Fabra-?" He starts to question, holding out a clipboard and a pen but Santana puts her finger up to shush him as she exits the apartment in a hurry. Santana hears Quinn's footsteps as she comes to the front door.
"I'll see you some other time Fabray! Preferably when you're sober!" She shouts over her shoulder, while walking down the hallway
"I'll have you know that I haven't had a drink in over a month!" Quinn replies and Santana shivers a bit more inside upon being given that information. She shoves the feeling down so she can give a witty retort. She would have the last word, despite her attraction to the blonde.
Santana turns around, continuing to walk backwards slowly. "Yeah, looks like you haven't had a good lay in a month too from the looks of it!" She points at Quinn cheekily with her finger and gives her a wink.
Quinn stares at her open mouthed, pointing harshly towards the delivery boy who has started to blush, motioning to Santana that he obviously heard that too.
Santana shrugs with her hand up on her sides, mouths an 'oops!' and turns back around to walk properly, rushing down the steps of Quinn's apartment building with a grin.
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