So this is just a random Quinntana Flirty/Fluff one shot. I don't even know. I just start writing and a story happens and then I hope people read and enjoy it lol.
So whoever reads this I hope it entertains you. :)
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A Night Out
"I don't know, Rachel."
Rachel sighed as she searched her closet for something to wear, "Oh come on, Quinn. You had fun the last time, am I correct?"
Quinn sat on Rachel's bed, slowly nodding, but then she gave a verbal reply when she realized Rachel's back was facing her, "Yes."
"Kurt and Blaine are going. Jesse." Rachel listed, finally pulling out a simple black dress, "It's just a sit down bar." She mumbled to herself, trying to convince herself that the outfit she picked was dressy enough.
Quinn nervously played with her fingers, chewing her bottom lip when the question she was about to ask next was probably going to determine whether she went out with her friends or not. "Is Santana going?"
Rachel spun on her heels, her one eyebrow raised with curiosity and her pearly whites showing, "What's going on between you two?"
Quinn looked everywhere else, but at her friend, "What? Nothing."
Rachel walked over to the bed and sat next to her, "Quinn, you came to her rescue when her and Brittany broke up and she was on that downward spiral. After that you two became really close, closer than you two were in high school and ever since you moved to New York a few months ago you both seem a bit happier." She reached out to take Quinn's hand, giving it a squeeze.
Quinn quickly stood up, shrugging Rachel's hand off of hers and rolling her eyes, "You're right, we are closer than we were in high school. We had the worst friendship and now we're actually friends. We grew up and now we're best friends."
Rachel smiled and just nodded, knowing there was more to it than just best friends, but she wasn't going to push it, the both of them had been unlucky in love, they needed to figure things out on their own and at their own pace, "Well, to answer your question, yes Santana is coming tonight."
Quinn paused and looked at herself in the mirror and then down at the outfit she was wearing, "Well I need to go home and change." She grabbed her purse and quickly brushed a kiss to Rachel's cheek, "I'll meet you at Kurt and Blaine's tonight."
Rachel giggled as she watched Quinn scurry out of her bedroom, "Just friends? I'm sure."
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Later that night Quinn arrived at Kurt and Blaine's apartment, wearing a plain black halter dress. Rachel informed her they were just going to a casual bar, so she didn't want to overdo it, but she also wanted to make herself known, and even though she tried to tell herself she wasn't dressing to impress Santana, she totally was. She knew what her friend liked and so she decided to show off all her assets tonight. She greeted her friends with hugs, accepting a glass of wine from Kurt as she scanned the room for Santana, her smile fading a little when she didn't see the other girl.
"She's on her way." Rachel assured as she walked by the blonde and went and joined Jesse on the couch.
Quinn cleared her throat, taking a big drink of the red liquid before joining her friends in the living room. Luckily she didn't have to wait too long, because a few minutes later Blaine was ushering Santana inside the apartment.
Quinn looked up and gave her a smile, taking in her appearance. She was expecting her to be in a dress, but, instead she found the raven haired beauty standing in the room wearing jeans, boots and a tank top. Quinn's eyebrows creased a little, still finding Santana gorgeous of course, the girl could pull off any look and still look fine as hell, but she noticed ever since her and Brittany had broken up almost over a year ago, Santana kind of toned things down a little, less dresses and more casual.
"Hey, Q." Santana said sitting next to her and clearing her throat, leaning into the blonde so only she could hear, "I only came because Rachel said you were coming."
Quinn smiled leaning into Santana a little more; definitely happy to hear she was the main reason Santana decided to come out tonight and it caused Quinn to playfully nudge her, "Same."
"Here you go, Santana." Blaine said handing her a beer and then going over to join Kurt.
Santana looked at the beer in her hand and then back to Blaine, her eyes then darting to Kurt and then back to the beer. The kind gesture offered to her only meant one thing; the two had planned something lame and handing Santana alcohol was the one way they knew best when wanting to persuade her.
"Uh oh."
Quinn looked at Santana confused, "What?"
Kurt grinned as he nodded, "Ladies and gentlemen." He smirked looking over to Jesse, "I hope you brought your singing pipes."
Rachel squealed with excitement, pressing a kiss to Jesse's cheek, while Santana groaned and twisted the top off her beer, doing a pretty good job at chugging half of it.
"Whoa, nobody said anything about karaoke." Quinn stated.
"I'm having Glee club flashbacks." Santana muttered.
"Oh come on guys, it'll be fun." Blaine smiled, "Santana you still sing."
"But not with amateurs." Santana said.
Quinn raised her hand waving it to get their attention, "I definitely do not sing anymore."
"But it'll be just like high school." Rachel gushed, "Some of the old gang back together."
"Plus me." Jesse smiled, wrapping an arm around Rachel.
Santana rolled her eyes, turning to Quinn, "Just keep drinking."
Quinn simply nodded and downed the rest of the wine that was in her glass, letting it happily slide down her throat to hopefully cause a quick buzz.
"Come here." Santana said grabbing Quinn's wrist and tugging her up and into the kitchen, "I know these lady boys have more than just wine and beer in here." She mumbled as she searched the cupboards for some better liquor. Quinn was going to help her look, but as soon as Santana bent over to investigate in the lower parts of the kitchen, she took a step back and leaned against the wall admiring the view.
"Ah ha!" Santana smiled, turning around to show Quinn the bottle of vodka in her hands. "Shots?"
Quinn eyed the liquid, contemplating it for a few seconds, then remembering there was a possibility of her having to sing tonight and she pushed off the wall to search for shot glasses.
Santana grinned glad someone was willing to have fun with her tonight, this time Santana getting the chance to be in awe of Quinn and the dress she was wearing. She slinked up behind her as the blonde reached up for what she hoped to be shot glasses and placed a delicate hand on her stomach, "Too bad you're wearing a dress we could have done body shots."
Quinn's breath hitched in her throat a shiver of pleasure running up her body and to her finger tips, which caused her to drop the glass that was in her hand, but thankfully Santana was there to catch it.
"You found some." She said, rinsing it out and then pouring herself a shot, downing it before Quinn had even turned around. "Oh, it burns so good."
Quinn smirked as she watched the grimace take place on Santana's face, heading for the fridge to pull out a soda. "I need a chaser."
"Really, Fabray?"
"Really, Lopez."
Santana just shrugged, pouring her friend a shot and sliding it towards her. Quinn took it, quickly following it with a small sip of ginger ale.
"Well, I'm going to go have a smoke before we leave." Santana declared, reaching into her back pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.
"Excuse me?"
"You want one?" Santana asked, finally looking up to see the disappointment written all over Quinn's face, "I'll take that filthy expression as a no."
"And you shouldn't either, Santana."
"Oh don't be dramatic. I barely smoke, mostly only when I'm drinking." She explained, "Plus it keeps my voice raspy and sexy."
"But you'll stink." Quinn protested, walking forward to try and grab the pack out of her hands, but Santana was too quick. "San." She tried again playfully pushing her against the counter and reaching for the hand that Santana had raised above her head.
"What do you care?" Santana smirked her back pressed against the granite. She and Quinn were close in height, but tonight her heeled boots were higher than Quinn's stiletto's, which gave her the added advantage of being taller, so all Quinn was accomplishing was pressing her chest into Santana, which obviously San didn't mind at all.
"What if you kiss someone tonight?" Quinn asked, her breath brushing against Santana's neck, causing her to shiver with delight. "You won't taste very good."
"Should I be intrigued by your concern in how I'll taste?" Santana teased.
Quinn bit her bottom lip with a smirk, ready to continue the flirty banter, but Blaine entered the kitchen, placing empty wine glasses and bottles on the counter, giving the two a knowing smile.
"Am I interrupting?" He asked
Quinn pulled back nudging Santana in the ribs, "Throw them away." She pleaded before walking away to join Rachel again.
Santana sighed tossing the pack of cigarettes in the sink, "You interrupted." She muttered shaking her head as she walked by Blaine, giving him a friendly shove.
Not long after the six of them were walking down the streets of New York together, on the way to their destination. Thankfully Quinn and Santana had drank enough before they left, both laughing as they walked together, not admitting it, but kind of excited they were going to a karaoke bar.
"This is fun." Kurt grinned, walking up next to Rachel to loop their arms together. "I always pictured us four together in the future." He said motioning to Blaine and Jesse and themselves, "But Quinn and Santana? Our close friends?"
Rachel smiled and nodded, "I wish the others lived closer too, but I'm glad we all remained close."
"Hey, let's pick up the pace, Queens, my buzz is starting to wear off." Santana shouted over her shoulder, waving her arm for them to move faster since her and Quinn were further ahead.
"And her insults aren't really insults anymore." Blaine stated with a smirk, taking Kurt's hand and tugging him to catch up with the girls.
After they arrived, Santana and Quinn made their way to the bar, while the other four grabbed a book of songs and found a table. Santana and Quinn soon made their way to join the others, Santana sitting first, while Rachel stepped up to Quinn, forcing the blonde to take a step back and fall right into Santana's lap.
"I found a song for us to sing." Rachel proclaimed.
Santana was definitely about to bitch about the sudden weight and intrusion that had fallen on her lap, but when she looked up and saw Quinn giving her a small apologetic smile, she returned the smile giving her a wink and nodding to Rachel who was eagerly awaiting Quinn's approval.
"A duet?" Quinn asked, about to get up, but she felt two warm arms wrap around her waist, and a chin on her shoulder and it caused her to relax into Santana.
"It's probably the alcohol talking, but you two do sound good together." Santana said looking up in time to see Rachel's face light up.
"Thank you, Santana."
"I think I need to drink some more before I get up there." Quinn said nodding to the stage where someone was ruining a Kelly Clarkson song.
"You have time. We're four people from now." Rachel said taking the book back, so she could look through the other song options.
"I bet a cigarette would calm you down right about now." Santana joked, giving Quinn's thigh a squeeze.
Quinn rested her hand over Santana's, brushing her thumb over the smooth skin, "I wouldn't want to smell like trash."
"Oh ouch, Fabray has bite."
Quinn turned to look at her, smiling with a shrug, her eyes momentarily grazing Santana's scrumptious looking lips, before she was unexpectedly being pulled up by Rachel. Reluctantly Quinn stood up, having no choice due to Rachel's surprising strength being lead over to the guy in charge of controlling the music and further away from where she wanted to be, which was sitting in Santana's lap.
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After Quinn and Rachel sang their duet, Rachel happily bounced back over to the table, while Santana searched for Quinn who should have been right behind her, finally spotting her still at the stage talking to some random guy.
"Who is she talking to?" Santana asked as Rachel walked back to the table, clearly proud of the duet her and Quinn had just performed together, the jealously dripping from Santana's voice going unnoticed.
Rachel turned to quickly look over her shoulder, seeing Quinn leaned up against the edge of the stage while some guy invaded her space. She turned back to look at Santana and shrugged her shoulders, before taking a seat next to Jesse.
Santana glared at the sight of the guy getting closer to the blonde, causing her to grab another drink and down it in record time.
"How many was that?" Blaine asked a bit concerned.
"I'm bouts to make my next one a triple if that guy doesn't leave Q alone." Santana grumbled gathering up some courage to look over at the interaction again and when she did Kurt was walking by Quinn on his way back from the bathroom, and the blonde quickly caught his arm and pulled him close, which perked Santana up, "She's annoyed."
This caused Jesse and Rachel to follow Santana's gaze, curious to what was capturing her attention.
"The good ol' this is my "boyfriend" rejection." Jesse smirked, wrapping his arm around Rachel.
Santana laughed, reaching out to clasp a hand on Blaine's shoulder, "She's rejecting him."
"You two are so obvious." Rachel mumbled with a smile.
Blaine sat up with concern as he too was watching the exchange since his boyfriend was now involved, watching as the guy was starting to get a little too close to Kurt, "Wait, what is happening?"
"Oh, is he going to challenge him?" Jesse asked, "Some men have no etiquette when pursing a girl."
Rachel gasped with repulsion, "Especially when she has a boyfriend."
"That's not her boyfriend." Santana and Blaine both said at the same time.
"I'm stepping in." Blaine said as he watched the guy shove Kurt out of the way and then press Quinn right up against the stage.
"Right behind you." Santana said the two of them getting up and quickly making their way over to the scene.
Just as Quinn was about to defend herself, because let's be honest she's feisty and isn't one to back down when being threatened, the guy was roughly pulled away and all she saw in front of her was a blur of Santana and the guy scrapping it out.
She quickly jumped forward and when it was safe she placed her hand around Santana's bicep and pulled her away, her other hand wrapping around the collar of her shirt to hold her in place.
"Santana." Quinn sternly said, successful in collecting her friend's attention, her face falling at how quickly things turned bad when she saw the wounds on Santana's face.
"Are you okay?" Santana asked her body relaxing and her hand coming up to rest on Quinn's lower back.
"I was fine." Quinn answered, "But thank you." she softly smiled, flattered Santana had come to her rescue so quickly and now she was being all sweet and worried even though she was the one who had gotten hurt.
"The bas-" Santana began to speak, but all of a sudden her body violently shuddered and she hunched in pain as a beer bottle was smashed against her ribs, the guy standing up triumphantly as he watched Santana succumb to the cheap blow.
"Santana!" Quinn crouched down to get eyelevel with her, but before she could make sure she was okay Santana turned around and delivered her own cheap shot right between the guy's legs.
"That's our cue to leave." Rachel said coming out of nowhere, but she had seen enough and wanted to get her friends out of there and she finally saw a safe time to intervene and do just that, "You're bleeding everywhere." Rachel exclaimed, taking Santana's hand and guiding her out of the bar, Quinn and the other's quickly following after them.
"I'm fine." Santana said, her voice barely above a whisper, grabbing a drink off a tray just before they crossed the threshold of the bar door and outside. Once outside, Santana dropped Rachel's hand and found a more secluded spot and then chose to lean against the brick wall to rest. She downed the drink she had successfully grabbed and tossed the empty glass into a nearby trashcan.
"Really, Santana?" Rachel asked, stepping towards her and gently taking her face in her hands.
Quinn watched the interaction a weird feeling boiling in her stomach. Santana was hurt and she was definitely worried about her, but there was another feeling burning inside of her that she couldn't quite figure out. She watched as Rachel inspected Santana to see just how bad she was hurt, her fingers running up Santana's shirt, causing Quinn's eyes to go wide, "Her hands are on her stomach. What is she doing? She's not a doctor." Quinn squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, her eyes opening with realization. "I'm jealous."
"I'm fine." Santana said again, this time so everyone could hear her, but she let Rachel carry on with her examination, probably because she still had a pretty good buzz going, which also helped make her immune to the pain that she should have been in.
"I hate to say it, but you don't look fine." Kurt said leaning on the wall next to her.
"We should probably stop the bleeding." Quinn finally piped in. All Rachel was doing was running her hands all over Santana, what good was that doing other than secretly infuriating Quinn.
"How?" Rachel asked finally dropping her hands when she was satisfied there were no other lacerations on Santana.
Santana shrugged and then finally pulled her tank top off, bunching it up and holding it up to her head, "Problem solved." She said and then pushed off the wall to go hail herself a cab, but instead she swayed into Blaine who quickly caught her.
"It's time to go home." Blaine said wrapping an arm around her waist.
"She can spend the night with me." Quinn quickly volunteered coming to the other side of Santana, before Jesse took the spot.
"I'm flattered really, but I can take myself home. Don't let me ruin your night." Santana insisted.
"Says the girl being held up by two people." Jesse smirked.
"I'll take you home, Santana." Quinn said, "You guys can stay out."
Kurt sighed, "I'd actually prefer to end my night too. That guy totally ruined the vibe."
"At least let us help you get her home." Rachel offered, coming to stand in front of them.
"It's out of your way. We'll be fine." Quinn promised.
Rachel looked between the two of them unsurely, but she finally nodded, "Okay, but text me if you need anything." She said stepping back to take Jesse's hand, watching as Blaine helped get Santana into a taxi, Quinn sliding in next to her. "I'll call you tomorrow!"
Quinn smiled and shut the door, waving as the taxi pulled away and then turned to look at Santana.
"Well that was an interesting night." Santana smirked, leaning her head back against the seat, whimpering slightly as she adjusted to get comfortable.
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"Come on." Quinn whispered, wrapping her arm gently around Santana and guiding her to the bathroom.
Santana held her tank top to her head to stop the bleeding, finally pulling it away when they were in the bathroom and she was facing the mirror. "Whoa." She gave a lazy smile, looking at Quinn through the reflection, "What's that saying? You should see the other guy."
Quinn lightly laughed, before lightly jabbing her in the ribs, causing Santana to wince and swat her hand away.
"Q!"
"Sit down, Wonder Woman." Quinn ordered, pointing to the edge of the bathtub and then turning to search for Band-Aids and other medical supplies.
Santana sighed and carefully sat down, looking at her side when she felt a pull on her skin, "Oh shit." She whispered, quickly covering the wound when Quinn turned around.
"What?"
"Nothing." Santana weakly smiled, but Quinn's eyes trailed down Santana's arm to where she held her already bloody tank top and she gave Santana a look. "Just don't look."
"Santana, we should go to the hospital."
"So we can sit in the waiting room with disgusting humans, spreading their germs with their coughing and sneezing. And worst of all the paper work we'll have to fill out and we'll have to give a report of what happened and –"
"Okay!" Quinn said holding up her hand to silence her, "Then let me see what's under your shirt."
"Okay, but don't freak." Santana said slowly peeling the fabric from her side, revealing a small piece of glass sticking out. It wasn't deep, but it was definitely going to cause a scar.
"Santana!"
"It's fine." Santana said so glad she was still kind of drunk, because she knew if she was sober she'd be in all kinds of pain, "See look." She said reaching down and pulling the small shard out her eyes going wide when blood started to pour out. "Okay, don't look."
"Stand up." Quinn ordered grabbing the rubbing alcohol and pouring some onto a cloth and then without warning she covered the bleeding wound with the damp cloth, finally alerting Santana's body with a jolt of pain.
"Fuck. You're supposed to count to three." Santana whimpered.
"You shouldn't have-"
"Don't say it." Santana said, "He was being a dick and I was responding."
"I know." Quinn quietly said making eye contact with Santana, the room going silent. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Santana softly said, sliding her hand over Quinn's and slowly pulling the cloth from the injury. She looked down and then smirked when the bleeding had stopped, "See, flesh wound."
Quinn grabbed some gauze coming back to start patching her up.
"I can do it." Santana offered reaching for the supplies.
Quinn shook her head, pushing her hands out of the way, "I don't mind."
Santana nodded, watching as Quinn began to cover the gash, and letting out a slow breath as her hands worked steadily, "I feel like Sue prepared us for stuff like this." She teased.
Quinn smiled, "Oh yeah. We're probably military ready. I bet I could even stitch you up if I tried."
"Don't even think about it."
Quinn bit her bottom lip, sliding her hand to Santana's toned stomach when she was done with her first injury. "Okay, sit back down." She said gently pushing on her stomach.
Santana complied getting comfortable while Quinn grabbed the next round of materials.
Quinn positioned herself in between Santana's legs, gently grabbing her chin between her thumb and index finger, titling her head up, "Would you like me to count?" she asked, her voice full of wit.
Santana smirked and rolled her eyes, wincing when Quinn once again pressed the cloth full of alcohol onto an exposed cut, reaching out to grasp the first thing her hands came in contact with, which were the back of Quinn's thighs. Quinn gasped with surprise, losing some of her balance and falling into Santana giving her a face full of cleavage, her hands going to her shoulders to balance herself.
"Sorry." Santana said quickly removing her hands from Quinn, "The surprise sting and-"
"It's okay." Quinn said with a small laugh pulling back slightly, "We were both surprised."
Both girls fell into a comfortable silence while Quinn gently took care of Santana. Even though it was under unpleasant circumstances, they were both enjoying the closeness of each other. After a few minutes Quinn placed a Band-Aid over the cut above Santana's left eye and then gently cradled her face in her hands.
"How do you feel?"
"I just have a headache." Santana whispered the two locking eyes for a few seconds, before Quinn's gaze fell to Santana's lips.
"This already stopped bleeding." Quinn said her thumb brushing lightly along Santana's bottom lip, stopping just before the cut on the edge.
Santana let out a slow breath, her eyes fluttering shut due to Quinn's gentle touch. She knew she was done taking care of her and she just wished she could think of an excuse to keep Quinn closer for another few minutes.
"I'll go grab the Motrin." Quinn said, brushing some of Santana's hair out of her face. "And maybe a change of clothes, because you're not sleeping in my bed with blood all over you." She added as she twirled and walked out of the bathroom, which caused Santana's eyes to open with surprise. She thought for sure she was going to be on the couch, but it looked like she was going to get to be close to Quinn all night.
Quinn came back not long after finding Santana staring at herself in the mirror. "You had some clothes here from the last time we went out and you spent the night." She said setting the pile on the counter.
"Perfect." Santana softly said, chewing her bottom lip as she looked at the clothes and then to Quinn.
Quinn smirked, her eyebrow raised with curiosity, "Does Santana Lopez need help?"
Santana simply nodded, turning to face her with a smile, "Don't make fun, Q."
Quinn walked forward, gently grabbing the shirt off of the counter, "Can you lift your arms?"
"Just my one." Santana answered.
"Okay, I'll go slowly." Quinn quietly said, not really wanting to cover up the perfect body that Santana had, but she began to help her anyway. She successfully put her one arm through and then moved on to the next one, hesitating a moment, because she knew when she lifted this arm it was going to tug agonizingly on the injury present on her ribs.
Santana cautiously lifted her arm, but when it reached a certain point, she let out a sharp breath and shook her head. "I'll just sleep in my bra."
Quinn's face fell with concern, "You sure you don't want to go to the hospital? He smashed a beer bottle against your ribs."
"Thanks for reminding me." Santana sarcastically replied with a groan.
Quinn sighed, "Won't that be uncomfortable? Sleeping in your bra?"
"Well guess what, we forgot to take it off, so?" Santana said shrugging and pretty much letting Quinn know there was no other choice but that option, even though her head and one arm were already in the shirt.
Quinn bit her lip, the thought of helping Santana take off her bra made her swoon a little. She kicked herself for not thinking about it before trying to put the shirt on her. "So am I taking the shirt off?"
"Yeah." Santana nodded, deciding that she wasn't going to allow any more pain to consume her body, especially since the alcohol was starting to wear off.
Quinn simply complied pulling the shirt off of her and then grabbed the sweat pants, "We putting these on or?"
"Can you help me pull my jeans down?" Santana asked, wishing Quinn was helping her out of her jeans for a completely different reason.
Quinn's heart began to race as she watched Santana unbuckle her belt and push her jeans down a little. "Is this a trick to try and get me to undress you?" She teased, reaching and grabbing the waistband of Santana's jeans, gently tugging them down.
"You wish." Santana smirked, looking down and watching as Quinn pretty much slid her jeans down without Santana having to do any of the work and when Quinn smiled up at her, Santana felt her cheeks flush.
"I think you wish." Quinn teased and then stood so Santana could kick out of the jeans. The two fell silent again as Quinn grabbed the sweatpants and then helped her pull them on. When the material reached Santana's hips, she rested her hands there, brushing her thumbs against her skin. "Good?"
Santana looked at her, not realizing how close she was and all she could do was nod.
"So let's go to bed." Quinn whispered locking eyes with Santana and letting out a slow breath.
"Mmhm." Santana muttered, wanting to lean in and press her lips to Quinn's. It felt like those were the signs Quinn was emitting to her anyway, but if she was wrong it would make for an awkward night. "Let's go." She finally said, taking a step back and over to the sink, so she could take some Motrin.
Quinn watched her, disappointed of course, she was definitely hoping for a kiss, but she eventually turned around and left, so she could go get ready for bed.
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Santana slowly crawled into the bed next to Quinn, letting out a whimper as she lay down. She was absolutely going to be in a lot of pain tomorrow.
"Goodnight." Quinn said reaching over to shut the light off and then relax into her side of the bed.
"Goodnight."
The two laid silently next to each other for a few minutes, neither one of them able to fall asleep, their feelings for each other running rapidly through their minds. Santana was beyond confused because she wasn't sure if Quinn was being extremely friendly towards her or if she was actually flirting. The last time something like that went down, Quinn claimed it was just a onetime experimental thing, but the past few months the blonde became extremely touchy feely and it was starting to drive her insane. Thoughts played in Quinn's mind too, but she definitely wasn't confused. Rachel could even see through her when it came to Santana, she just couldn't understand why Santana couldn't see it and why she hadn't made a move yet.
Finally wanting to put her thoughts to rest, Quinn rolled to her side facing Santana, her eyes wandering over the shape of her body, before finally speaking, "Santana?"
Santana titled her head in her direction, "Yeah?"
"Rachel was all over you tonight." Quinn blurted, not at all what she had wanted to say, but really the tiny brunette stepped over some boundaries, well in Quinn's opinion anyway.
Santana lightly laughed, "She was just concerned. One time when we lived together I had gotten the flu. She made so much soup. we had it for weeks."
Quinn just stared at Santana in the dark.
"It was fine we just kept it in the freezer."
"Her way of showing how concerned she was, was kind of weird." Quinn decided. "What was she even doing?" She asked, shifting closer to place her hand on Santana's stomach, "What was this?" She asked mimicking Rachel's actions from before by gliding her hand over Santana's stomach.
Santana whimpered, this time with delight and all she could do was shrug.
Quinn used her arm to lift herself up, shifting closer to Santana, "She didn't even a do a good job at examining you." She softly said, her fingers stopping just above the injury where the glass had torn into her skin.
Santana's eyes fluttered shut and she reached out wrapping her fingers around Quinn's wrist, letting out a slow breath, "Quinn..."
"Santana." Quinn whispered, moving so she was half leaning over her, searching for her reaction in the dark, pleasantly surprised when she felt a hand on her lower back holding her in place.
"Is this what you want?" Santana asked and before Quinn could question her she leaned up and pressed their lips together.
Quinn moaned into the kiss, definitely not hesitating in returning the action. She had wanted to feel Santana's lips on her on again for a very long time and she let Santana know just how much. "Finally." She whispered against her lips when they pulled away to take a breath.
"So I wasn't imagining it?" Santana asked breathlessly.
"No." Was all Quinn could say as she carefully shifted so she was hovering over Santana, her legs resting astride her waist. "Am I hurting you?"
Santana shook her head, placing her hand on the back of Quinn's neck and pulling her back down for another kiss. Quinn happily leaned down to savour more of Santana's delicious lips, resting her weight on her forearms which were placed on either side of Santana's head. Santana's hands burned a pleasant path along Quinn's sides, her fingers lightly scratching until they finally came to a rest on Quinn's hips, gently tugging on them so Quinn was resting her full weight on her, which only caused the kiss to intensify.
"Fuck, San." Quinn mumbled against her lips, her fingers tangling in Santana's dark tresses, holding her in place as she nipped her bottom lip and then sucked it into her mouth causing Santana to moan with want. Quinn spread her legs a little more, rocking her hips against Santana wanting all the friction she could get, stopping when Santana's hands froze and she let out a sharp unpleasant groan. Quinn stopped and pulled back, nothing but pain written all over Santana's face.
"I'm fine." Santana quickly said trying to hide her pain with a smile, doing her best to ignore the knife like feeling stabbing into her ribs after Quinn had started grinding. It was the hottest thing, she certainly didn't want it to stop, so she leaned up to try and capture Quinn's lips once again.
"No you're not." Quinn smirked, resting her forehead against Santana's, lifting herself up so she was perched over Santana instead of resting on her. She gave her one last kiss before she sat up, resting her weight on her thighs.
"Quinn." Santana whined, not wanting the moment to end, bringing her hands to rest on Quinn's legs.
"I know." Quinn replied, not wanting to stop either, but it just wasn't ideal when Santana was all roughed up. She could already see a bruise making itself known on her side.
"Like fuck."
Quinn lightly laughed, rolling off of her and laying next to her. "I wish we could fuck."
"We can." Santana said sitting up a little, but then laying back down when her whole body protested the movement. "Quinn."
Quinn smiled, reaching out to run the back of her fingers up Santana's bicep, letting out a slow breath, "I think when you're better... we should go on a date."
"A date?" Santana questioned looking up at her with curiosity, but she didn't wait for Quinn to continue and asked her question, just wanting to know, "Do you have actual feelings for me?"
Quinn was happy the room was still dark, because she could feel her cheeks turn red and it caused her to bow her head down.
Santana reached out, tugging on her hand, "Hey, I just don't want to play games." And then with a soft voice she confessed, "Because I have feelings for you and I want to know if we're on the same page, so I know what to do with these feelings."
A smile slowly crept on Quinn's face and she laid her head on the pillow next to Santana's, "I do have feelings for you."
Santana laced their fingers together, letting out a satisfied breath, "Let's go on a date then."
Quinn leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to her lips, "I would love that."
"Me too." Santana softly said, settling down into the mattress. Even though she was ready to have fun with Quinn minutes before, her body was finally ready to rest for the night.
Quinn reached out, tenderly running her fingers through Santana's hair. Sure she was disappointed they couldn't have sex right now, but at the same time she was kind of happy they didn't rush into things and for the time being they seemed to have figured out their feelings and were now planning a date. She smiled as she watched Santana's eyes fall shut, pulling the blanket up and around the both of them and soon she fell into her own slumber with happy thoughts of their upcoming date.
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So I may add a second chapter of them going on a date.
Thanks for reading and reviewing! forever grateful. :)