Author's Note:
I know Glee has been done for a while, but for some reason I couldn't stop reading Quinntana stories and then ideas just started flooding my brain, so I just started writing and now I thought I would share. I love fluff, so that's what this story will mostly consist of.
It will probably only be 4-5 chapters long.
Quinntana as a couple with Rachel friendship. Rachel spends a few nights with Quinn and Santana.
anyway, if anyone reads this I hope you enjoy it!
Also: I don't own Glee. I'm just having fun with the characters!
Comfortable Stay
Quinn walked in the apartment after a long exhausting day of work and yet somehow, she still found the ambition to want to achieve another goal before she succumbed to the couch and a little primetime TV for the rest of the evening. She set down her purse and files she was holding on a nearby table, before sliding her coat off and hanging it in the closet. Before entering anymore into the apartment she checked out her appearance in the mirror, fixing her hair, and unbuttoning her blouse a little to show off some cleavage. She was going to slip her heels off, but deciding that could be an advantage in accomplishing her task, she chose to leave them on and head in search of her girlfriend.
"San?"
"In the office."
Quinn followed her voice, entering their shared office, nervously biting her lip when she saw Santana focused on writing in a notebook. Once she was finished whatever she was writing, Santana looked up at Quinn and smiled, "Hey."
"Another song?" Quinn asked walking over to the desk sliding her finger along the surface as she walked around to stand in front of Santana.
Santana cleared her throat and nodded. They had been together for more than two years, but somehow the blonde's presence still made the stupid butterflies in her stomach stir awake, especially when she was looking at her like that. "And now she's straddling my lap in a skirt." She quickly sat back, her arms automatically wrapping around Quinn's waist. "Hi."
Quinn smiled pressing a kiss to her lips. "Hi." She replied wrapping her arms around Santana's neck, leaning into her so as to press her chest against hers.
Santana pulled back a little, nuzzling her nose with Quinn's, "How was-" She found herself clearing her throat again, swallowing and trying again, "How was work?"
"Long." Quinn simply answered, bringing Santana into another kiss, this one longer and more drawn out. The thing she wanted to accomplish was pretty much getting Santana to agree to something and this was a perfect start to making her raven-haired beauty say yes.
Santana just moaned into the kiss pulling Quinn a little closer, if that was even possible.
"So..." Quinn whispered pushing some of Santana's hair to the side and then leaned down to press her lips to the tan skin, "I was taking to Rachel today..."
Santana's eyebrows creased with confusion, but she tilted her head to the side anyway to allow Quinn more skin access, "Weird topic to bring up right now."
Quinn smirked before nipping her neck and giving her hips a rock, hearing Santana's breath hitch in her throat after said action, hoping to cloud her mind a little more, before getting right to her question. This probably would have worked faster if I removed my panties.
Santana's eyes fluttered shut, sliding her hand from Quinn's waist down to the blonde's thigh, sneaking a thumb under the black skirt and tugging it up a little higher. Goosebumps formed a path on Quinn's thigh behind Santana's thumb, this time her hips involuntary grinding when less fabric was in the way of the two of them, this time causing Quinn's breath to hitch in her throat. Okay maybe this wasn't a good tactic. Quinn thought to herself as she was losing her thought process and was now focused on how Santana was making her feel, especially how now her lovers lips were gliding along her jaw and finally pulling her into another lip lock.
"San..." Quinn mumbled against her lips, trying to pull back a little, but her own body was betraying her and her fingers tangled in the hair at the back of Santana's neck, tugging Santana back into another kiss. She could feel Santana smile, her tan fingers walking down and inside a pale thigh.
"You should always wear skirts."
Quinn moaned, glad she decided to keep her heels on because they gave her legs that extra length on the ground, which allowed her more leverage to push up and against Santana a little more. "Santana." She said again, this time frustrated, because she came home determined to, as bad as it sounded, control her girlfriend, but now Santana unknowingly turned the tables and was controlling her. After a little more kissing and a few quick rocks of her hips, Quinn mustered up her willpower and finally pulled away, shoving at Santana's shoulder, "Santana!" she whined.
Santana chuckled both confused and amused, throwing her hands up in defensive. "What? You started it!"
Quinn took a moment to compose herself, unconsciously using her thumb to wipe some lipstick off of the corner of Santana's lip. "This backfired."
Santana, still confused looked around and then shrugged, "What backfired? To get into my pants? Because it was working."
"No." Quinn said a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks. She should have known. It was Santana after all. Trying to distract Santana with sex, was like bathing in a chum bucket and jumping into shark invested waters. You were going to get devoured.
Santana sat back a little and even though her hands wanted to be somewhere entirely inappropriate right now, she decided to settle them on Quinn's ribs. "Babe? Just what were you trying to do when you came in here and pounced on me? I sense you had another motive or something."
Quinn sighed and hung her head low in defeat, before lifting it back up to make eye contact with the beauty underneath her, "You caught me."
"A little disappointed you tried to use sex as a bargain." Santana said a hint of playfulness in her voice.
"Oh stop, you enjoyed every second of it."
Santana smiled, "Yeah, but I think you enjoyed it more."
Quinn smirked and settled her hands on Santana's shoulders, beyond turned on now, but since Santana caught onto her game she figured she'd just come clean and get it over with and hopefully they could carry on with their fun in the bedroom. "Okay, so I was talking to Rachel..."
Santana's eyes lit up and she wiggled a bit in her chair, "A threesome? Yes, but no, Jesse cannot watch. Oh, is that why you started this conversation out all sexually?"
"Santana, no, stop." Quinn said, although she was a little amused. She couldn't deny that she may let her mind wander into fantasies sometimes, but they always seemed to stop when she got to the part of having to share Santana. Obviously their relationship had changed a lot since high school. Duh everyone knew that, they were a couple now and with their new relationship Quinn developed as she would put it, a healthy possessive trait when it came to her girlfriend. To put it simple, Santana was hers.
"Then get on with it, Q."
"Rachel needs to spend a few nights here."
"Psssh, I love the girl, but no." Santana straightforwardly answered. "Lived with her and Kurt in the loft and well we just work better as friends when we have space."
"Come on, San." Quinn pleaded, "Her apartment is getting renovated and Jesse is going out of town for a bit. She'd go with him, but she's in the middle of rehearsals."
"Can't the Broadway star afford a hotel for a week?"
Quinn pushed some of Santana's hair out of her face, sighing, "She's our friend and she doesn't want to be alone. We have a perfectly big apartment with a spare bedroom." Quinn stated finally deciding to just be stern. "Plus she helped you through a tough time before I-"
"Don't!" Santana said her smile fading, wondering how their sexy time went from fun to irritating in a matter of minutes. "Fine, she can stay." She agreed looking anywhere else, but at Quinn.
Quinn's brows creased with worry. She gently reached out, grabbing Santana's chin, forcing her to make eye contact. "Hey?"
"Don't bring up the past, Quinn." Santana said, leaning her forehead against hers. "I'm finally happy again and I don't need any reminders of how I arrived here."
Quinn nodded against her before pressing a kiss to the top of her head, "I'm sorry."
"When is she coming?"
"Tomorrow." Quinn quietly answered a little disappointed in how the energy in the room changed from fun to somber. "Do you want to order take out tonight?"
"Yeah." Santana answered, placing her hands on Quinn's thighs and giving them a squeeze. "So you really thought you were going to influence me with sex?"
"That was the goal." Quinn smiled sitting up a little, sliding her hands up to rest on either side of Santana's neck, "I guess as a lawyer I should have known you would have won, hands down."
"Or mouth down." She winked reaching around to grab Quinn's butt, lifting her up onto the desk.
Quinn let out a small squeak, before relaxing on the desk and happily welcoming Santana to stand between her legs. She leaned forward into the warmth, running her hands over Santana's forearms, titling her head up to meet Santana halfway for a soft kiss.
"Let's say we achieve that goal, even though I already agreed to Rachel staying here." Santana mumbled against her lips.
Quinn smiled, her hands sliding over a toned bicep and onto Santana's shoulder, gently tugging her a little closer. "I do like overachieving."
Santana simply smiled leaning down to take the lapel of Quinn's blouse between her teeth and tug it open, her eyes sparkling at the sight of cleavage, but before she could dive right in there was a knock on the door and Santana's headshot up, the sparkle in her eyes turning to ice. "You said tomorrow."
Quinn was equally confused looking over her shoulder and then back to Santana, "Rachel did say tomorrow."
There was another knock, which caused Santana to growl before pushing off of the desk to head to the door. Quinn stayed behind to fix herself up as quickly as she could. knowing Santana probably wasn't going to be the nicest of people to whoever was at the door. She could already picture Rachel's suitcase being thrown down the hall.
When Quinn rounded the corner she spotted Jesse at the door, Santana lecturing him probably about how he interrupted at the wrong time. She cleared her throat and walked over, greeting him with a hug.
"I interrupted." He said as he gave the blonde a squeeze and pulled back, nodding to Santana to indicate she indeed informed him that he came over at the wrong time.
"It's okay." Quinn smiled.
"It's not okay, these days people text before they come over, but whatever." Santana mumbled turning to head back to the office.
Quinn playfully rolled her eyes, "Sorry, you know how she gets."
Jesse nodded having been the victim of Santana's attitude many a times, especially when Rachel and he had started to date again. It did make him happy to know that Santana had changed a lot since he first met her, heck all three people standing in this apartment right now did a complete 180 and they all cared about Rachel to the moon and back, definitely a big happy change since their high school days.
"What can we do for you?" Quinn asked.
"Rachel informed me that she would be staying with you for the next few days." Jesse began to explain, "I just wanted to drop off a few of Rachel's comforts."
Quinn nodded and moved aside to let him in, the two of them heading into the kitchen. He set a bag on the table and began to pull items out, "She likes lemon tea." He explained, "I usually make it for her before bed and I add just a hint of honey. Good for the throat." He said holding it up to show Quinn, before pulling out some dark chocolate and a slew of other stuff, which made Quinn wonder if she would have to feed these to Rachel like some kind of toddler. A few minutes later he was done and clasps his hands together, "I just feel bad for leaving her, especially since she can't stay in the comfort of our home." He said heading for the door and Quinn just nodded along in acceptance, thinking about how good Jesse had been to Rachel. If she couldn't be with Finn, she was glad Jesse had come back into her life to make her friend happy again.
"Santana and I will make sure Rachel has a comfortable stay." Quinn assured him.
Jesse gave Quinn another hug, "Thank you so much, Quinn. We both appreciate it." He said, "And tell Santana sorry I interrupted. I'll text next time." He promised with a wink.
Quinn lightly laughed waving goodbye and wishing him a safe trip, before shutting the door and heading in search of her girlfriend.
"I ordered out." Santana said coming out of the office meeting Quinn just as the blonde was about to enter the room, "Pizza." She shrugged, "Figured we should eat the bad stuff before Berry comes over and forces us to eat healthy shit."
Quinn shook her head leaning in to wrap her arms around Santana's waist, "You still pick on her, even when she's not here. I know you secretly love her to death, so why?"
"She's our friend, but she's still weird." Santana answered.
Just as Quinn was about to defend Rachel, Santana pulled away, walking over to the kitchen table where all the stuff Jesse had brought over laid out. "What is this?" Santana asked reading some of the labels, "Vegan chap stick?" She snorted tossing it onto the table, "Vegan ice cream!? Why even eat if you're just going to ruin food!? She's not even here and my stomach is already churning with disgust."
Quinn held back a laugh, "Babe, you don't have to eat it. Jesse just brought it over as a comfort for Rachel. It was really nice and thoughtful of him."
"I wonder if his and Rachel's periods are synced."
"Santana!" Quinn laughed walking over and shoving her girlfriend playfully.
"What!?" Santana grinned, "I'm just saying."
"Anyway, I'm going to take a shower before the pizza gets here." Quinn said as she unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, hinting at an invitation.
"Okay." Santana said still going through some of the items on the table, reading the ingredients on the packaging, the look of disgust plastered all over her face.
Quinn shook her head. sometimes Santana could be so clueless. Once her shirt was tossed to the ground, she unhooked her bra, pulling the straps down as she spoke, "San, I'm going to take a shower..." she slowly spoke and then without warning she slingshot her bra at Santana it hitting her right in the face.
Santana jumped and caught the article, realization settling in, "Oh!" she said and within seconds she had sprang forward grabbing Quinn and the two heading into the bathroom together. If Rachel was spending some nights here, Santana was going to make sure she got her fill of Quinn as much as she could before a tiny brunette was there to interrupt.
