Summer was nice. Summer was really nice. But some of the parties Quinn could live without. They were basically all drunken whore fests. But with Quinn she wasn't a big fan of either thing. Honestly, she hated getting drunk. It was a control thing with her, she would much rather coherently know what she's doing at all times; most of the time at parties she'd have only one beer and just pretend to act drunk. She wasn't big on the whore thing either, I mean, she saw how far that had gotten her last time.
Santana on the other hand lived for the parties, trying to find at least several each week. Making sure she got an innocent or easy guy drunk enough at every party and when all of his words started slurring together she knew she could make her move. Having sex with drunken guys was great, she didn't even have to know their names, 'cause hell if they actually cared. There was no emotion, just sex. No commitment, just fun. And the best part is if the guy completely sucked in bed she never had to do it with him again.
So when the last party of the summer came up the Saturday before their senior year started Santana was dying to go and Quinn just felt obligated.
It was being held at one of the cheerleader's house, the new captain's. Fortunately, both girls kept their status up and still got invited to these types of parties; hot football players around every corner, what more could you ask for?
The party had been going strong for about two hours. Quinn hadn't had much to drink. Surprisingly, neither had Santana, her and Brittany had been talking to a football player hoping for some threesome action. The majority of the teenagers though were already buzzed out of their minds.
Quinn had been trying to brush off this skater dude that had sat next to her on the couch for the past half an hour, so when she heard one of her former teammates, drunk out of her mind, yell truth or dare she figured it was about one of the best excuses to get away from him that she was going to get for awhile. She walked out of the small living room into a bigger one. There was probably a dozen kids sitting in a circle on the floor, as she walked in she spotted Brittany and Santana coming in from the other side with one of the varsity football players tailing behind them. Quinn smiled at the two of them when she finally met their eyes. Quinn sat down next to who she believed was the JV team's quarter back. She hoped that Santana and Brittany would ditch the guy and sit next to her, and they did.
As they sat down they filled in the only empty space between Quinn and some incoming freshman cheerleader she'd never met. It was a close fit though and Santana had to squish herself in between the two blondes, Quinn on her left and Brittany on her right.
"Hey, Fabray, decided to play a little rousing game of truth or dare? Doesn't quite seem like your type of thing," Santana commented as she adjusted herself into a more comfortable position, she had one of those annoying perpetual smirks on her face.
"Desperate times, call for desperate measures, Lopez," Quinn replied thinking of the skater that was ready to jump her for sex back in the other living room.
"What desperate times were you having?"
"This guy was about to like rip my clothes off back there. I figured I'd rather live through this than have some drunk freshman feel me up."
"Heaven forbid if Ms. Immaculate Fabray gets a little aroused, right?"
Brittany nudged Santana's arm telling her to keep the peace. Brittany hadn't said a word yet, which was strange for her, but she had been staring blankly at the ceiling light though for the entire time. Which meant she was either deeply thinking (which didn't happen often) or was just zoned out (probably the more rational answer).
The game began with the beer bottle spinning around in the middle again and again, none of the spins actually landing on the three girls. The typical stuff happened; the whole 'who do you like' and 'who did you first have sex with' questions being asked. The few people that were brave enough to do dares did the typical stupid ones as well.
Finally, the bottle landed on Brittany. Some guy that had obviously watched a little too much Tosh.O asked her to do the cinnamon challenge. Brittany had scooted towards the middle of the circle as one guy rummaged through the kitchen cabinets to find some cinnamon. He then brought a tablespoon of it back to give to the poor blonde, honestly, Brittany really didn't know what she was getting herself into. At first it hadn't seem that bad but pretty soon she coughed and what looked like a brown cloud of smoke came out of her mouth. Brittany looked like she was trying to contain the urge to puke as she slid back over to her spot. Santana already being prepared had some guy's Nike shoe in hand that had been laying on the floor behind her; she handed it to Brittany. By the time Brittany was done with it who ever the hell it belonged to would never want it back.
The bottle spun a couple more times with a few lame truths being given here and there. But then it landed on Santana, she put on another smirk and looked directly at the linebacker, who seemed to be running the game, that was sitting across from her. Finally, she could have a little fun.
"Truth or Dare?" He asked as he put his arm around the cheerleader next to him.
"What do you think, Ben?" Santana retorted.
Ben smiled at her. "Dare it is."
"What's it gonna be then? Don't make me do some lame ass thing."
"Wouldn't dream of it, I know I can step things up a notch with you, and you'll take the challenge head on. Hmmm, I want you to kiss." Ben's smile grew a little darker as he said this.
Santana thought nothing of it. "Who? If you want me to kiss you drop the arm candy and get over here so we can move on with our lives."
"Calm down, Lopez. What would be the fun in that? I want you to kiss Quinn, next to you."
Quinn and Santana were both taken aback by that comment. Santana's usual composure faded, Quinn, on the other hand, mouth just hung open a bit in shock.
"There a problem here, Santana?" Ben grinned, loving the idea of defeating her.
Santana just seethed. "Nothing wrong on this end, it's getting God's little angel next to me to agree with it."
Quinn didn't like the conversation turning on her, she didn't want to wimp out. But kiss Santana, really? She wasn't sure if she could do that. "San, I guess I'd be up for a little peck. It can't be that bad." Quinn said nervously, a little peck then they were done, nothing big, she could live with that.
Santana smiled at her thankfully, happy that she wouldn't have to back down from the challenge.
Ben just laughed. "Quinn, please, who said anything about a little peck? Not much of a dare then. Rule is 30 seconds, at least and tongue, any problems now?"
Quinn furrowed her brows and shook her head, "Never mind. I don't think I can do this. Not really my thing, sorry, San. I just, I just don't really feel comfortable with that."
"No deal then? Looks like this is one battle you can't win, Lopez," Ben said in response to Quinn, his drunken eyes were smiling with victory.
"Not so fast there, Ben. Let me talk to her for a sec." She said giving Ben a menacing glare before turning and looking directly into Quinn's hazel eyes.
"Look," Santana began, low enough that only Quinn, and maybe Brittany could hear. "Will you do this for me? Honestly, Fabray I never ask for that much from you. Never really need to. But if I don't do this, Ben's never gonna let me live it down. What do you say?"
Quinn broke her eye contact and looked down at the carpeted floor. "I don't know, San. I'm not really like that. I mean I hate backing down from a challenge as much as anybody else, but I think you might be asking a little too much. I can't."
Santana grabbed one of Quinn's shoulders, a pleading look in her eyes. "Please, do this for me. And, don't worry, just because you're doing this doesn't mean you're gonna be a lesbian or anything. I'm sure God will forgive you, or whatever. There's no romance or emotion in this, just a dare. Please?"
Quinn finally convinced yet still reluctant nodded her head, officially giving the okay. The two girls both slid to the middle of the circle. Santana picked up the beer bottle and handed it to Ben so it would be out of their way. "What was that about backing down, Ben?" Santana said with a signature bitchy smirk.
"You ready for this, Quinn?" Santana asked as she sat down on her knees in front of Quinn.
"Ready as I'll ever be," she replied shakily.
"Wish you would have stayed with the horny freshman?"
"Not necessarily. Now shut up and let's get this over with."
Just like that their kiss began, Santana had reached across and hooked her arms behind Quinn's neck to draw her face close to her own. It started out closed mouth, nothing much really. Santana began trying to gain access to the inside of Quinn's mouth but Quinn was still nervous and unsure about the whole thing.
One of the multiple guys sitting in the circle screamed out 'where's the frenching' but both Santana and Quinn had their eyes closed so they had no idea which one it was.
Ben's voice however did stand out "Come on girls, I want 30 seconds of using tongue, can't go around changing the dare."
At that, Quinn new she would have to grant Santana the permission to get inside her mouth. She opened it a little then got more relaxed. Santana's tongue snaked her way into her mouth, not roughly though, like all the boys, but gentle yet assertive, if that was even possible. Santana's tongue began massaging Quinn's. Quinn had to stifle a soft moan from coming out at the feeling. She wasn't actually getting turned on by this, was she? I mean really, she was straight. But she couldn't deny the electricity that ran through her lips as they deepened the kiss. Quinn decided to get adventurous and explore Santana's mouth, feeling every feature inside. Santana started leaning back, arms moving off Quinn's neck and propping her self up on her elbows so she wouldn't be flat on the floor as she started to give into the kiss as well. Quinn loomed over her and arm on each side of her body.
Brittany sat there watching them on the floor and smiled. Screw 30 seconds this had at least been a minute or two, yet neither of them seemed to be pulling back or trying to end it. Brittany may be not be book smart but she could always tell when it came to people enjoying things, and by the look on Quinn's face she was in total euphoria.
It took Ben a minute to get over the shock that Quinn actually gave in to the dare. After he was satisfied and pretty turned on by the heated make out scene in front of him he spoke up, "Okay, that's good enough. Once again, Ms. Lopez never backs down from a challenge. But really Quinn, I never thought you'd get that into it."
His voice went ringing through the girls' ears, breaking them from their trance. Quinn quickly sat up, once she was up she reached out and arm to help up Santana as well.
"I wasn't into it. I just figured I had to do the stupid dare I could at least make a good show out of it," Quinn said scooting back into to her spot; trying not to look too dazed and not wanting to give into Ben.
"On that note," Ben announced to the rest of his fellow drunken teenagers. "I think that's the end of the game. Unless, anyone thinks they can top that."
A couple of the kids protested to play longer, but Brittany, Santana and Quinn got up and left. They walked out into the back yard where some kids were swimming and others were just dancing around, grinding to the deafening music from the stereo.
Santana and Brittany were walking over to a tree in the far right corner of the yard. Quinn didn't really know why they were heading there but figured she should follow anyway; her brain still wasn't functioning right so she really didn't know what else to do.
Once they got there Santana leaned against the tall oak tree, Brittany flanking her left and Quinn standing in front of both of them.
"You, Fabray, are not a bad kisser," Santana grinned devilishly.
Quinn broke from her daze and glared at Santana. "I swear if you mention this to anyone, I'll kill you and I won't even think twice about it."
Brittany chuckled at Quinn's reply. Santana just grinned wider.
"Relax, Quinn," she replied. "Secret's safe with me and Britt, besides most of the people who were watching were drunk out of their minds. In the morning Ben will probably just think he had a really amazing wet dream. I can't help to think that you weren't actually getting into, though."
Quinn gulped hard, she really had gotten into it but, Santana really didn't need to know that. "In your dreams, Lopez. Just be happy I did this for you and never bring it up again."
"Whatever you say, Quinn, but after many years of practice I can tell when somebody's liking what I'm giving and tonight you most definitely did. But hey, I'll leave it at that."
Quinn nearly growled out her response. "Whatever, I think I'm heading out of here anyway. See you two later."
"Past your bedtime, Q?" Santana laughed lightly, she was enjoying getting Quinn all worked up, for once herself being in the position of power.
Quinn grumbled an incoherent response then stormed off. A wrist grabbed her though before she'd gotten too far.
"I'll walk with you to your car," she looked back and saw Brittany smiling, hand still on her wrist.
"You really don't have to do that," Quinn replied trying to yank her wrist from the grasp.
"But I want to, besides Santana just went off to get her grind on. It'll be awhile before she even notices that I'm gone."
With Brittany's innocent eyes and wide smile it was hard to say no, so Quinn nodded and they went back inside the house. They walked until they reached the front door where there was a coat rack that Quinn haphazardly threw her purse on when entering the house. Brittany opened the front door for Quinn as she was rummaging through her bag trying to find her car keys. She quickly located them and walked out of the house smiling at Brittany as a thank you for holding the door open for her. Brittany trailed behind her and they walked in silence until they reached Quinn's car that was parked five houses down against the curb.
Brittany was the first to speak up while Quinn was unlocking the doors.
"Did you really not feel anything?" Brittany asked brows furrowed.
Quinn avoided making eye contact as she opened the door. "What are you talking about?" She mumbled in reply.
"Stop pretending like you've already forgotten, you know, when you and Santana were lip locking back there."
Quinn looked around, they were the only two on the entire street right now; they could just barely here the bass coming from the party down the road. Quinn considered actually admitting to Brittany about what she actually had felt, but shook the idea off quickly.
"Nope, I was just doing San a favour, nothing more."
"You can lie to yourself all you want, but I saw the look on your face, Q. You liked it. It's okay, for real, you can just tell me."
Quinn bit her bottom lip nervously and took her hand off the car door to face Brittany. "Maybe I did," she began. "I really don't know what just happened, but I really don't want to talk about it."
"Quinn, you can trust me, you know that."
"Fine, I guess I did feel a little something. Happy? Confession is out. I'd really prefer you to not tell San though. She already has a big head from me actually agreeing to kiss her. I don't want to see what will happen if she actually knows that I liked it."
"Believe me, she knows."
"Well, damn, aren't I screwed?"
"No, I'll drop it here and I'll try to talk sense into San in hopes that she won't hold it against you too much."
Quinn smiled up at Brittany and gave her a hug before she got into the car and started up the car.
"Thanks, Britt. See you later," Quinn said while fastening her seatbelt. Before she shut the door she added, "Oh and how about we never talk about this again?"
Brittany gave off a little laugh. "No problem, Quinn. But if you want to actually talk about it, I'm here for you, but if you don't, well, I won't be the one to bring it up first. See ya."
Quinn shut the car door and drove down the street. In her side mirror she could see Brittany giving her a small wave before heading back off to the house. Tonight had been so confusing, she definitely did not expect for all of this to happen. Yet another reason to add to her list as to why she hates these parties, or should she add it to the few reasons as to why she loves them?