A/N- As you can see, I'm continuing this story. At least for as long as the majority of you guys want me too (:
Disclaimer- So far, I don't own Glee. But we'll see what happens.
Full Summary:
Santana Lopez finally found her dream. After teaming up with Puck, she made that dream a reality, and she's on the fast track to fame.
Quinn Fabray thought she had everything under control, but after a few years of denial, she learns that life isn't all it's cracked up to be. She's in debt and in some serious shit. To top it all off, her sister back in Lima left something very special for her. Or someone.
What happens with these two women who share the same hometown reunite in New York?
Chapter 1: I picked you out of the crowd
Quinn sat up on her elbows and eyed the woman in front of her. She couldn't really see her, only her reflection. Her raven hair trailed down her back, and the gentle waves shook as the woman slipped back into her short cocktail dress that was carelessly tossed aside the night before. She didn't know Quinn was even awake. The woman looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Quinn peered through the cracked door as her lover for a night dabbed deep red lipstick on her plump mouth. The woman didn't feel Quinn's eyes on her when she walked out of the bathroom and picked up her ruined thin underwear from the floor. She stuffed the thin fabric in her purse, then placed the expensive bag's strap over her shoulder.
"So, that's it then?" Quinn asked, breaking the silence.
"You're awake." Santana stated. "It's really early. You should go back to sleep." She stood at the foot at the bed and looked at Quinn in the dimly lit room. The only light was coming from the cracked door of the Quinn's bathroom. The light shined on Quinn, who was naked under her covers.
"And wake up to an empty bed?" Quinn questioned.
"Have you never done this before?" Santana crossed her arms.
"If you stayed, I could make you breakfast," Quinn yawned. Santana let out a raspy chuckle.
"I don't have time for you to play housewife."
"Yet you clearly had time to fuck."
"Now you're getting it." Santana walked around the side of Quinn's bed and sat down. She placed a small peck on Quinn's lips, then looked at the sleepy blonde. She'd left a little of her red lipstick behind. That wasn't the only mark she made on Quinn.
"If you're going to leave, do it." Quinn said, she stared right back into Santana's eyes. She was used to being left. She hardly even remembered the night before. Only flashing lights in a crowded room. Only the way Santana left goosebumps on Quinn's arms as she traced her skin, and the rasp in her voice as she told her she missed her.
Flash Back- Last night.
"What's your name, mami?" Quinn heard someone ask from behind her. Quinn rolled her eyes.
"None of your- Santana?"
"Quinn. How have you been?" Santana smirked at Quinn's shocked expression. Quinn swallowed thickly. She took another sip of her drink and looked Santana up and down. Her curly dark hair draped her her shoulders, and her short black and blue dress hugged her in all of the right places.
"Fine. And you've been well, or so I've heard." Quinn knew exactly how well Santana was doing. Santana's singing career was skyrocketing. She hadn't won any awards just yet, but everyone in New York knew exactly who she was.
"You look...hot." Santana eyed her hungrily.
"Thanks." Quinn said as she looked around the room, trying to mentally escape the situation. She avoided Santana's gaze as if it would be the death of her.
"Wanna dance?"
"I'd rather not." Quinn told her.
"Come on, Fabray. What's one dance with a rockstar?" Santana smiled cockily. When Quinn didn't respond, Santana took her hand and pulled her deeper into the dancefloor. She rested her hands on Quinn's hips and swayed them back and forth. "Got any new moves, Fabray?"
"What happened to mami?" Quinn's buz was finally settling in. She felt the alcohol warm her insides. Santana's hands controlling her hips made her stomach turn.
Santana laughed and pulled Quinn closer. "Got any moves, mami?"
Quinn quirked an eyebrow up, then swiftly turned around, pressing her ass to Santana's front. She could feel Santana's hands running up and down her sides as she swayed her hips, rolling forwards and back with Santana. She heard Santana let out a little moan in her ear when she pressed harder against her, and turned to face her.
"What?" Santana asked. Quinn just shook her head.
"I need another drink." She laced her fingers in Santana's and tugged the celebrity towards the bar. "Two shots," she told the lady at the bar. Santana looked at Quinn. The girl definitely changed. She'd always been hot, but now she looked mature. Like she'd seen things and actually lived. The shots was slid in front of them. The girls tapped their glasses together. "Two more," Quinn slurred.
"What's up with you these days?" Santana asked after downing her second shot. It burned her throat, but was soothing in a way.
"Mm..not much. Paying for tuition."
"What do you do?" Santana asked out of pure curiosity. Quinn scrunched her nose.
"Doesn't matter. What's up with your pick up lines?"
"Hey, it works." Santana traced figure eights on Quinn's bare arm as they spoke.
"Oh does it?"
"Mhm. You look really nice tonight, mami." Santana leaned in close to Quinn. "Almost as hot as you did in your little Cheerios uniform."
"Thank god for the perv who made those skirts," Quinn winked.
"Wanna get out of here?"
"Definitely."
Santana gave her a lazy smile, then pulled out her phone to text Puck.
*(To) Noah P.
Caught up with an old friend, meet you at the hotel tmrw.*
She put her phone back in her bra, then stood up from the bar.
"Let's go."
The girl's stumbled through Quinn's apartment door, laughing hysterically. Santana pushed Quinn up against the door to close it, then held her wrist above her. She pressed a hard, dominating kiss on the girl's lips, sliding her tongue in without bothering to ask for permission. They only separated when breathing became an issue.
"Bed." Quinn muttered against Santana's lips. Santana only nodded and let Quinn lead the way. She sat on the center of her bed and waited impatiently as Santana looked at her from the foot of the bed. "Are we doing this or not?"
"Impatient bitch." Santana mumbled as she pulled her dress over her head.
"What did you say?" Quinn slurred though her teeth.
"Impatient bitch," Santana said clearly as she straddled Quinn.
"Don't you ever-" She stopped when Santana's lips were pressed against hers, forcing her to lay back on the bed. Every trace of anger and irritation left her body when she felt Santana's core rub against her. Santana sat up and grinned down on Quinn. She nearly laughed at the sight of Quinn squirming under her, her body language was begging Santana to undress her. "Santana," Quinn whined.
"Hm? What do you want- no, what do you need? Huh, Quinnie?" Santana purred.
"Not now Santana." Quinn whimpered. "Ahh," she moaned when Santana's leg slipped between her and pressed against her core.
"Tell me," Santana told her. "Or I'll stop."
"Don't you dare."
"Say the magic words," Santana said in a singsong tone.
"Fuck me, Lopez." Quinn groaned.
"I thought you'd never ask." Santana moved quickly. She got off of Quinn, and quickly unzipped the woman's dress. After pulling it off and tossing it behind her, she took a second to look at her.
"What the fuck are you waiting for?" Quinn asked in a softer voice than before.
"Nothing." Santana pressed Quinn back so she laid flat on her back. Her lips attacked Quinn's neck, leaving soft bite marks and rough kisses on it until she found Quinn's soft spot. Quinn gasped when she felt Santana on her pulse point. She tangled her fingers in Santana's dark hair, attempting to pull the woman even closer. Santana kisses trailed down to the small valley between Quinn's breasts. She slid one of her hands between the mattress and Quinn's back, and unsnapped her bra. The item was tossed aside just as easily as her dress was. Santana's lips sucked on one of her breasts, earning sharp moans from the blonde.
"San-an-a," Quinn stuttered out when she felt a bite.
"You haven't seen anything yet," Santana mumbled as she kissed down Quinn's stomach. It wasn't as defined as it had been back in highschool, but it was still pretty good. Her abs weren't as bold, but that was probably because of her pregnancy. Santana kissed the wet spot through Quinn's underwear and groaned.
"Mmm.." Quinn breathed.
"What did you want me to do again?" Santana smirked as she slowly dragged Quinn's painties down.
"Fuck me- ooh!" Quinn gasped when she felt Santana's tongue run over her core. She bucked her hips to try to get Santana to move it along, but her hips were held down firmly. Santana made little circles on her clit, clearly enjoying the small whimpering noises that were escaping Quinn's lips. She teased Quinn's entrance, hardly poking her tongue through. "Santana, I swear to God, oh my fucking God!" Quinn screamed. Without warning, Santana slid one finger halfway through Quinn's entrance. Once she was sure that Quinn was comfortable, she put her full finger in and started pumping in and out. WIth every move she made, Quinn let out a whimper. "Shit," Quinn whimpered when Santana added another finger. She rocked against Santana's hand, desperately seeking release. "Oh god..Santana," Santana curled her fingers up and went back to licking her clit. She took the small bundle of nerves and started sucking on it. "Santana!" Quinn yelled. Her orgasmn ran through her whole body, tingling all of her nerves. She tried to wiggle away from Santana, but the girl wouldn't budge.
"Mm-mm." She heard Santana mumbled against her center.
"I can't take anymore.." Quinn's voice shook. Santana pushed her tongue deep inside of Quinn after removing her fingers. Her tongue wiggled around, curling and swirling in every directions. She didn't stop until she hit Quinn's magic spot. The blondes moans filled the room, and Santana was pretty sure that there would be scars on her back from where Quinn's nails were.
"How was that, mami?" Santana asked before kissing Quinn, giving her a taste of herself. Quinn panted against Santana's lips, nodding breathlessly. Santana chuckled and laid down next to Quinn. She winced a little when she felt Quinn wrap her arms around her, but then settled in the girl's arms. It's not like this would be a usual thing.
End of Flashback
"I hope you weren't expecting anything out of this, Q. It was just sex," Santana told her. She sat and crossed her legs, her eyes met Quinn's glare.
"I wasn't. Not like we haven't done it before." Quinn reminded her. The last time they'd seen each other was at Mr. Shue's wedding. Santana didn't even know that Quinn was in New York. Quinn knew Santana was putting on a little performance, but didn't think they'd run into each other.
"Exactly," Santana smiled. Quinn smiled grimly. She didn't know she'd miss Santana that much. They were best friends for years, but drifted apart so quickly when high school ended. They were only twenty two, but lots of things can happen in a short span of time. Quinn never thought she'd end up where she was. But, she always knew Santana would become successful at whatever she decided to do.
"I'm going back to sleep. Bye, S." Quinn said. But she didn't move.
"Let's keep in touch?"
"Yeah. Sure." Quinn rolled her eyes. Santana cleared her throat.
"My numbers in your phone."
"Cool."
"Okay..bye." Santana finally stood up. She glanced back at Quinn one last time before
leaving the small apartment. Something really changed about Quinn, but Santana just didn't know what. It's not like she'd be around long enough to figure it out. If anything, they'd probably just catch up in a few years; if ever.
Little did either of the girls know, they'd catch up a lot sooner than they thought.
To be continued...