Everyone thinks that Santana Lopez lost her virginity to her ditzy blonde best friend. Little do they know, that it's all a lie. Little do they know, Santana lost her virginity to Quinn Fabray, just before Sophmore year. But everyone thinks she lost it to Brittany.

And Santana would like to keep it that way.

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Everyone thinks that Quinn Fabray lost her virginity to Noah Puckerman. Little do they know, that she had another lover before him. One that couldn't get her pregnant. Little do they know, it was Santana Lopez. But everyone thinks she lost it to Puckerman.

And Quinn wanted to keep it that way.

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It happened after Quinn's very first party at Puckerman's. Like full blown, real teenage party.

Quinn Fabray sat quietly on the couch, sipping at her apple juice. She didn't want to get drunk, beer was gross. Too bitter.

She thought she was the only one not drinking. The only boring one here. Maybe Berry isn't drinking. She thought. Tempted to get up and find her, she stopped herself. She could not handle a sober conversation with her.

There had to be someone, she thought. She looked around. Wait, that was weird. Where's Santana? She's always at parties.

Hold on, that can only mean one thing. Quinn looked around for Puck. Oh no. He's not here. Oh no, oh no.

Quinn ran up the stairs and into Puck's bedroom, completely barging in.

"Occupied! Whoa, Quinn. It's you." Puck lifted himself off a girl, Santana.

"Came to join in?" Puck smirked.

Quinn just stood there in shock. Thank god, they're fully clothed.

"No, Puck. Now get off her before she does something she'll definetly regret."

Quinn walked over and pulled Puck off, then threw him out of the room.

"Whoa, easy there!" Quinn heard him whine before she closed and locked the door.

"What's wrong?" Santana asks cluelessly.

"What's wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Santana's face dropped. When Q swore, it was serious.

"I wasn't going to do anything, just make out."

"Yeah, right!"

"Q! Why are you freaking out so much over this?"

"Because!"

"Quinn."

Quinn felt tears run down her chheks. Why is this such a big deal to me? Then it hit her. Jealousy. She finally got it. All those feelings she had, in the locker rooms, at sleepovers when her and Santana got changed in front of each other. She understood now.

"That should've been m-me." Quin whispered so quietly, she could barely even hear herself.

"What, sweetie?" Santana calmed down when she saw the tears. She knew exactly what was going on.

"I-that should've been me." Quinn said loud enough for Santana to hear.

"Q,"

"I get it. You don't want to be around me. i get it."

The tears were burning into Quinn's cheeks.

"I love you, Q. You're my best friend, and I love you."

"But not like that."

"I'm not done. I've always felt something more, but I was always too young to understand it. Now I do. I love you. Like, love, love you."

Quinn couldn't help but smile.

Santana leaned in and kissed her. It was quick, and it left Quinn wanting more. She grabbed Santana's neck and pulled her forward, falling onto the bed with her.

She woke up the next morning, next to a naked Santana.

Damn, I'm glad I only drank apple juice that night. i can remember it like it was yesterday.

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like it? I think this is one of my favourites so far. :P