'Pop!'
Quinn's lips tugged into a grin as tan shoulders lifted, irked by the sudden crack of the bubble popping. Several minutes passed and the shoulders slowly relaxed, lowering into their previous position.
'Pop, CRACK!'
Her pink lips tugged wider, her tongue easing the gum back into her waiting mouth as she watched the brunette turn around in her seat.
The cheerleader's brows were furrowed, her full lips turned down deeply. "What the fuck is your problem?" She asked, voice harsh.
The blonde she had been talking to blinked in confusion, apparently not as bothered by the sound as her friend.
"Don't have one, what's yours?" Quinn responded casually, settling back further into her uncomfortable chair.
A slender brow arched as she watched the dark eyes glaring at her dip down over her face and then lower, over her outfit.
The brunette's lip curled into a sneer before she turned back around to face her friend.
The classroom fell silent as the teacher returned, mumbling something under her breath as everyone went back to their work.
Class ended several minutes later, the loud ding of the bell followed quickly by a cacophony of excited conversations.
Quinn was up as soon as the bell sounded, glad to miss most of the traffic as the other students filed out behind her.
She leaned against a nearby wall, teeth worrying her lip as she watched them leave.
She didn't really know why she was bothering to try to get a rise out of the other girl. Although after more consideration she guessed it was curiosity.
A curiosity born at the first sign of the girl's volatile temper, which had begun to rear its head towards the beginning of class.
Quinn had popped the first bubble out of sheer boredom, the stiffening of the bronze shoulders catching her attention immediately.
And from there it continued, as a sort of game. Every few minutes when the brunette would relax she would blow another, popping it as loud as possible. Amused by the immediate contraction of muscles and the wait to see how long it would take for the girl to crack.
There were other less obvious signs that Quinn started to notice... Like the slight tightening of the other girl's already squared jaw as her head would turn ever so slightly towards the sound.
The closer she'd gotten to the girl breaking and twisting around, the more eager she'd grown to see those dark eyes flash angrily.
To hear the voice louder than the hushed and excited tone she had used with the blonde.
Snapping out of her thoughts, Quinn looked up as she saw a flash of red and white. Her eyes rose just in time to see the two cheerleaders exit the study hall. Her teeth released her lip and she pushed off of the wall, quickly catching up to the pair.
The pink haired girl leaned in slightly, her lips tugging into a grin as she popped another loud bubble.
The reaction was instantaneous, a flash of dark hair nearly caught Quinn in the face as the darker girl's sneakers squeaked on the linoleum. "What the fuck?!"
The students around them fell silent at the brunette's raised voice, the onlookers shocked by Quinn's audacity.
"Knock it off with that fucking gum before I knocks it from your mouth, Pepto Bismol!" The brunette spat, her neck and chest flushing a shade darker.
Quinn's lips merely pulled wider as the blonde placed a calming hand on her darker friend's trembling arm.
"Come on Santana, we're going to be late..." She urged, the brunette's eyes softened and she immediately lost her fight. Her body went limp and began to turn towards the blonde but the dark eyes that flicked one last time to look at Quinn still had a hard edge to them.
Quinn smirked after them as the students around her began to disperse, seemingly disappointed that there hadn't been an actual fight.
"Santana..." She whispered, liking the way the name rolled off of her tongue.
xxx
Quinn sighed, sinking further into the worn and dirty couch.
"What's up?"
She blinked, her eyes moving to meet the brown ones watching her. "Nothing Mack, don't worry about it." She mumbled, exhaling a puff of smoke along with her response.
The brunette nodded with a shrug before taking a drag from her own cigarette.
Several minutes passed in silence before a loud booming voice brought out a frustrated sigh from Mack.
"Fuck... That time already? Time really flies when you're skippin'." The brunette groaned, throwing down her butt before extinguishing the cherry with the toe of her boot. "I'll see you later Q, tell Sheila and Ronnie I left already if you see them."
Quinn quirked a brow, getting up to follow the other girl out from under the bleachers. She squinted her eyes behind her sunglasses as they adjusted to the brighter environment.
A smirk pulled at the pink haired girl's lips as recognition dawned on her, Mack hated cheerleaders.
Quinn tossed down her cigarette, mimicking Mack's earlier motion and extinguishing the remainder with her boot before turning on her heel to make her way up the bleachers. Her smirk tugged wider as she settled herself onto one of the first rows, her eyes watched closely as the Cheerio's ran their warm up laps.
Santana seemed to be leading the girls in their drills, the Cheerio's followed her as obediently as they followed their track suit wearing coach, Sue Sylvester.
Quinn licked her lips, tugging a fresh cigarette from the pack in denim vest pocket. She leaned back against the row behind her, a low hiss passed over her lips as the hot metal met the flesh of her arms.
A slender brow arched high as she watched the girls move into formation to begin stretching.
xxx
"That's all for today ladies, now hit the showers!" Sue's voice barked out over the megaphone.
Quinn may have only been a student at Mckinley High School for a week but she had memorized the woman's name within her first two days. Sue Sylvester was hard to miss and even harder to forget.
Quinn inhaled deeply, taking in as much smoke as possible on the last drag of her second cigarette since coming up to the bleachers.
Her heart skipped a beat when she noticed Santana's body language shift. The brunette had been having idle conversation with one of the other Cheerio's, wicking some sweat from her face and neck with a small white towel. The girl she had been talking to must have mentioned something about the pink haired voyeur because her body had immediately tensed.
The stocky Latina had twisted around quickly, throwing her towel down in the process. She folded her arms across her chest as she stalked towards the bleachers.
"You again, Pepto?" She asked, disdain dripping from her tone as she came within earshot. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you had a big ol' lesbian crush on me."
Quinn put out her cigarette on the metal next to her before flicking it down by Santana's feet.
The brunette stopped in her tracks, nose crinkling as she glared down to where it had landed.
"Well, you are hot."
Santana's head snapped back up, her dark eyes narrowing. The brunette's arms uncrossed, coming down rigidly by her sides. Her hands clenched and unclenched as her neck and chest once again flushed.
Quinn was now leaning smugly on the railing above her, lips still tugged into a cocky smirk.
"Fuck off." Santana bit out before turning on her heel and heading back across the field.
Quinn shook her head, before bringing her thumb and forefinger to her mouth. The loud whistle cut through the air and even at a distance she could still see Santana's body stiffen again.
The cheerleader lifted her right arm above her head, middle finger extended proudly as her left hand clutched her towel and water bottle.
Quinn couldn't help but chuckle as she made her way down the steps of the bleachers.
xxx
Santana slammed her front door shut, not caring that the glass trembled after.
Even after a shower and a change of clothing, her temper was running high. She had even decided to bail on Brittany, dropping the blonde off at her house instead of studying together like she had promised.
She didn't want to risk snapping at the blonde due to her foul mood and opted instead to go home, do homework alone and listen to some 'calming' music.
The brunette kicked off her sneakers and laid her bags by the steps before heading for the kitchen.
"Hey... You're a ball of sunshine today, aren't you?"
"Not in the mood Gabby..." Santana huffed, pouring herself a fresh glass of water.
The woman crinkled her nose, "What's got your spanks in a bunch?" She asked, watching Santana stiffen more.
"Nothing." The younger girl spat, clearly frustrated.
"Seriously, what's wrong Santana...?" She asked again, voice holding genuine concern.
Santana sighed, taking the seat next to her cousin and playing idly with the condensation forming on the outside of her glass.
Gabriela Dawson was the only cousin she was close to, both in age and interests. She had been offered a job at Santana's father's main hospital on the condition that she live in their home and help keep an eye on Santana while they were away.
"Just stressed... Already." She said, biting her lip as she watched a drop of water roll down her glass and onto the counter.
"I love being head Cheerleader but Sue's constant baying already has my ears raw enough to bleed. It's going to be a long year."
Gabriela laughed, giving the shorter brunette a hearty pat on the back, "It will be over before you know it... And then you'll want it all back. The real world isn't nearly as forgiving."
As she finished, the paramedic withdrew her hand with a wistful sigh.
"How's work going?" Santana asked, knowing the first month after the move hadn't been easy for the woman.
She had uprooted her life for her job, for more opportunities and better pay. Santana's father, David Lopez was a renowned surgeon. He traveled often for conferences and had many business connections to help with his niece on her way if she applied herself.
Santana knew that Gabriela deemed the rewards worth the move but it was at the cost of being away from her family and her relationship.
"Actually, I'm really excited. They're giving me a new ambo partner. Her name is Leslie, she's apparently really cool."
"Good." Santana said, trying to contain the smile that threatened to pull at her lips.
She stood abruptly from the counter with a stretch, "Well, this has been nice... But my brief brush with my own humanity is over... I think I can actually feel my heart thawing."
Gabriela buffeted her arm playfully, "But seriously..." Santana continued, "I'm exhausted. Doing my homework and then I am out."
"Alright, sleep well. I'm on call tonight but I will have my phone on me if you need me." She said, poking Santana's side.
The younger woman swatted her hand away, "Yeah, yeah..."
xxx
Santana was still on edge as she walked into school the following day, her eyes did a quick sweep as she walked. She smiled, allowing herself to relax a little when she saw no sign of the Skank or her pink hair.
The taller girl wasn't in any of their mutual classes either and with each class Santana's mood improved.
She was fine until she was on her way to her second to last period, a flash of pink hair knotting her stomach uncomfortably.
She tried to ignore it, the Skanks are well known for skipping class.
Despite her best efforts, Santana couldn't fend off the nagging feeling that the other girl was up to something.
xxx
Santana panted, her legs burning as she led her Cheerio's in their warm up run. The brunette's dark eyes moved over toward the bleachers frequently. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw silhouetted forms moving behind the fence.
Her eyes continued to check back to the bleachers throughout the practice and by the time Sue called for them to stop she had made up her mind.
Squaring her shoulders and straightening her back, Santana quickly made her way across the field.
The brunette moved under the shadow of the bleachers, the cooler temperature sent a chill down her overheated flesh.
She could still hear the other Cheerio's heading in from the field but her attention was focused on the scene before her. Her eyes narrowed when she saw no sign of the pink haired girl.
Her eyes instead fell on the angry glares of the rest of the Skanks, Mack rose from the couch to meet her.
"Whatcha want, Pom Poms?" She asked, blowing her cigarette smoke into Santana's face.
The shorter brunette fought down the urge to cough, "Just wanted to make sure your newest member got the memo... What's wrong Mack, can't keep your bitches in line?"
Mack took another step forward, staring down her nose at the cheerleader. "My girls do what they want, we break rules... Not make them." She exhaled into Santana's face again, slower this time. A smile split across her features as the Cheerio choked a little on the smoke.
Santana raised a clenched fist but faltered when Sheila and Ronnie stepped up behind Mack.
"Please, make my day..." Ronnie rumbled in a low voice, as she cracked her knuckles.
"Puh-lease, don't flatter yourself." Santana spat, hands flying to her hips. "I wouldn't touch any of you even after a long soak in peroxide."
Before the Skanks could respond the Cheerio had spun on her heel and stalked out of their lair.
xxx
"Where were you?" Brittany asked as Santana walked into the locker room, the brunette shook her head.
"Don't worry about it Britt, still want to come to my place to study?"
Brittany's lips split into a wide grin, "Yeah! Will Gabby be there?" The blonde asked excitedly, Santana shrugged as she started to remove her uniform.
"Not sure, she might be working... My parents are still out of town though." Santana said with a cheeky grin.
Brittany seemed to ignore that information, "I just want to see Gabby, she's always working when I come over..." The blonde pouted, Santana laughed.
"Movie night soon? I'm sure she misses you too."
xxx
Jamming out in her car with Brittany on the way home from Cheerio's practice had distracted Santana and left her feeling refreshed.
Brittany was disappointed to find that while Gabriela was home, she was still sleeping from the night shift the previous night.
The blonde was easily distracted back into happiness with Santana's offering of wine coolers and some music from the brunette's iPod.
Brittany hummed happily as she took her notebook from her back pack, Santana was still busy adjusting the volume on the iPod dock. The two were relatively quiet for the first half an hour, Brittany occasionally hummed or asked for help with her homework.
Santana reached for her drink, her attention being diverted when she noticed that Brittany had stopped writing.
"What's up Britt?" The brunette asked, blushing slightly at the blank stare Brittany had on her.
Brittany blinked, immediately removing the pen she'd been chewing from her mouth.
"That new girl's name is Quinn, she's actually pretty cool."
Santana stiffened, the heat in her cheeks flaring hotter for a different reason. "Britt... You shouldn't be talking to that girl, she's trash."
"Why don't you like her?" She asked innocently.
"Have you seen the way she dresses? And she smells like an ashtray." Santana answered, shivering at the thought of the other girl.
Brittany rolled her eyes, "So does Puck and you like him." She countered, Santana's eyes narrowed and she slammed her book shut.
"That's different, Britt." Her voice was low, as angry as she allowed it to get when addressing the blonde.
"Well, I like her. I think she's cool." Brittany shrugged defiantly.
Santana seethed in silence, she squeezed her own pen in her hand tightly until her knuckles were white.
xxx
The next day Santana was on a mission, the students parted for her as she stalked through the halls. Her dark, angry eyes frantically searched for a flash of hot pink.
But once again there was no sign of the Skank, in or out of the classroom.
Fueled by anger and frustration, the cheerleader's resolve shattered after lunch.
Santana found herself once again headed for the bleachers, not even concerned that the other Skanks might be with this Quinn as well.
Santana's heart rate spiked as her eyes settled on the pink haired girl in the flesh.
Now she was seeing red, her body moved of it's own accord.
Before she knew it, her arm was pressed under the other girl's throat, pinning her to the fence she was leaning against.
Quinn gasped at the contact, the air forced from her lungs.
"Leave Brittany alone." Santana warned, eyes flicking towards Mack as the taller brunette rose from the worn couch.
"Or what?" Quinn asked, pushing her chest further into Santana's. "You sound like Chris Crocker." That familiar cocky smirk tugged at her lips.
Santana's face stayed angled toward Mack but her eyes flicked back to meet Quinn's.
"I'm warning you... Quinn, do not make me go all Lima Heights on your ass."
A smirk tugged at Santana's lips as Quinn's eyes widened at the use of her name, too distracted to notice the shiver that accompanied it.
"You fuck with me, I fuck with you." Santana promised, her voice still low. She doubled the pressure she had on the taller girl, making her wince before withdrawing completely.
"Don't worry Skanks, I'm out. I'll leave you guys to help Pepto lick her wounds... My guess is she'll be into that." Santana sneered, turning on her heel to head back to school.
Quinn stared after her, eyes wide, lips parted and cheeks flushed.
She didn't realize Mack was next to her until the other girl spoke. "What was that all about?"
Quinn blinked, her fingers loosening on the fence and her boot slamming down on the half smoked cigarette still smoldering by their feet.
"Nothing, don't worry about it." She responded, trying to keep her voice from shaking.
Quinn chewed on her lip as she moved out from the shadow of the bleachers. By now Santana was almost back to the building. Quinn watched quietly until the brunette disappeared.
Apparently the only thing better than Santana's name on her tongue was the brunette breathing out her own.
xxx
By Thursday, Quinn decided it was time she return to class, despite her brush with Santana under the bleachers the day before. Ever since Santana had said her name, she couldn't get the dark skinned beauty out of her head, but she tried to forget that.
Most of the day passed without incident, until lunch.
Quinn sat awkwardly at a small table by herself in the cafeteria. She wasn't used to eating amongst her fellow classmates. Normally, she and the other Skanks ate underneath the bleachers.
Unfortunately, she was also attending class to avoid more questions from Mack. The self appointed head Skank was pestering her about why a Cheerio kept invading their lair.
Quinn crinkled her nose as loud, heavy breathing came from behind her.
"Do you mind?" She asked, glaring at the nerdy boy, who was leaning from the table behind to practically drool all over her.
His eyes widened and he stuttered out an apology before turning back to his tray of food.
"Back off Jacob." A deep voice rumbled before it's owner settled himself next to Quinn, "You know... The geeks wouldn't be mouth breathing all over you if you were sittin' with a man like me."
Quinn's brow furrowed as the mo-hawked boy leaned in closer, his breath a combination of stale beer and cigarettes. "No thanks."
The boy grinned, leaning in closer. "Aww c'mon baby, don't be like that. Let the Puckasaurus protect you."
"Puckasaurus? You cannot be serious..." Quinn said, not trying to mask the exasperation in her voice.
"You must be new..." He said, his grin never faltering. "I'd definitely remember a babe like you. Noah Puckerman but... My friends call me Puck."
"If you still have any." The two look up as a glaring Santana passed with Brittany, the blonde swatting her friend in the arm.
"Don't mind her, she just needs to get laid... Anyway, you're Quinn, right?" Puck asked, turning his full attention back to the pink haired girl.
"Yes..." She started, a little confused.
"Britt told me. You seem cool. We should hang out sometime." He offered, his eyebrows lifting as a more lecherous tone entered his voice.
Quinn chuckled at his persistence and shook her head. "Sorry, you're not my type."
Puck looked thoughtful for a moment, "Dude, I've always wanted a lesbian wing-man er... Woman."
Quinn quirked a brow, a small frown tugging at her lips. She couldn't tell if he was just full of himself or if he was actually perceptive.
"Britt told me you've been pestering Santana all week...Typical 'boy' flirting if you ask me."
"I didn't ask you, and it's not flirting." She corrected defensively, swatting his hand away as he stole a fry.
"Hey, no judgement here, whatever works! She is a fine piece of ass..." He said, nodding to himself and popping the fry into his mouth.
Quinn grimaced slightly before her eyes drifted toward Santana.
The brunette caught her gaze briefly with a glare before looking back to Brittany.
It wasn't flirting, was it?
"Hey." Puck said, waving his large hand in her line of view. "I'm having a party tomorrow, you should come. Bring some hotties with you." He winked, "I'll have Britt text you the address."
Quinn stared after him, her stomach twisted at his words.
If Brittany was there, she would be there.
Quinn watched as he made his way over to where the Cheerio's were sitting. Santana punched him in the arm hard as soon as he sat down, causing him to scrunch up his eyebrows and rub at the spot.
The brunette seemed to be scolding him and in return, she was scolded by Brittany.
xxx
Santana had done a good job ignoring Quinn. Her first slip up had been during lunch thanks to Puck.
Brittany was talking to her and happily going on about her overweight feline, Lord Tubbington, one moment, the next she was leaning forward and tossing something passed Santana.
The brunette frowned, quirking a brow as she watched as Brittany waved and smiled over her shoulder.
Clenching her teeth, Santana twisted around to glare at the pink haired girl. Quinn merely shrugged.
The Skank cheekily snuck her tongue between her lips, a small bubble forming between them.
Santana's eyes narrowed further, Quinn fought down a laugh.
The darker girl yelped as a frowning Brittany gave her an annoyed pinch to her arm.
"What the hell was that for Britt?!"
"Be nice." Brittany scolded, making Quinn snicker but Santana chose to ignore it.
Quinn watched the two quietly for the rest of the period. 'This party is going to be interesting.' She thought as she unfolded the small piece of paper that Brittany had thrown at her.
Hey Quinn. Puck told me to text you his address... But I don't have your #, so I wrote it here...
Quinn's eyes scanned over the address, before heading down to the next line.
Hope to see you there! :)
-B
xxx
Friday morning Santana walked down the halls of Mckinley with a wide smile.
Her mood seemed infectious, the halls lined with happy students.
Quinn couldn't help but notice the extra bounce to the brunette's step, or swing to her hips.
Santana had even managed to not glare in the Skank's direction during their brief encounters throughout the day.
Quinn was grateful when the day passed quickly, she was anxious for school to be over.
"What is your problem?" Mack asked, watching Quinn's leg jump with pent up energy.
"Huh? Oh, just excited..." She admitted sheepishly.
The crease in between the brunette's brow deepened, "For?"
"I'm going to a party tonight, you guys should come."
"Who's party?" Sheila asked, quirking a brow.
Quinn chewed on her lip thoughtfully before responding, "Puck's."
Mack's eyes widened slightly, "You got invited to one of his parties?"
Quinn nodded, Ronnie and Sheila rolled their eyes.
"Have fun. Mack's had a lady boner for that boy for years." Ronnie rumbled with a chuckle.
Sheila nodded, smiling at Quinn's lifted brows. "Why do you think she hates those cheerleaders he's always mackin' on?"
Mack glared at them before turning her attention back to Quinn. "Can I catch a ride with you, Q?" The brunette asked, a slight blush coloring her cheeks.
xxx
Quinn pulled up to the address fashionably late, she and Mack stepped out of her black V.W. Beetle.
Quinn had reapplied her makeup, touched up her hair and changed into something a little more form-fitting.
The black, grey and pink plaid corset top was partially unzipped in the front. It exposed just a hint of cleavage. The back allowed a small window of exposed flesh between her shoulder blades and the lacing down the spine gave small hints to the creamy white skin along her spine.
The skirt was plain black, ruffle style, just as short if not shorter than the ones the Cheerio's wore. Black combat boots and some silver jewelry finished her outfit.
Mack's was much more simple. She wore black ripped jeans, a grey belly shirt and a well-worn jean jacket.
The two made their way quickly up the driveway, it was more than obvious that the party was and had been started for a while.
Puck nodded appreciatively as he pulled open the door for them, "How many are with you?" He asked, eyes lingering a little longer than Quinn liked.
"Us and two more..." Mack answered, leaning against the door frame and eying up Puck. "They're stopping to get more to drink."
Puck grinned, pulling the door open wider and stepping aside so that the Skanks could come in.
Quinn's pulse picked up as she made her way through the house behind Mack and Puck.
As soon as they reached the back porch Puck poured the three of them shots. "All of the booze is back here, beers in the cooler... Stronger stuff on the table."
He held his plastic shot glass in toward the two girls, "Cheers ladies, I hope you enjoy yourselves."
They clinked glasses before tipping their heads back. The alcohol burned as it washed down Quinn's throat, capturing her muscles in a numbing heat.
xxx
The pink haired girl had lost sight of Mack shortly after they had headed in from the porch. She didn't bother looking for her, guessing the brunette was preoccupied with Puck.
Instead Quinn clutched her drink and made her way toward the music.
Her jaw nearly dropped when she caught sight of them, their bodies moving effortlessly in sync to the beat of the music.
Quinn couldn't help but stare, her eyes moving down to appreciate both of the Cheerio's bodies.
She had never seen them in anything but their uniforms. As short as those skirts were, they didn't do the toned bodies and justice.
Santana was wearing a tight-fitting blue striped dress, grey faux fur vest and thick, calf high, black boots.
The dress ended just above where the Cheerio's skirt would but the tight material had begun to ride up as Santana's hips ground into Brittany's.
The blonde was wearing even less. A tight, white beater, black bootie shorts, loose tie and fedora.
Quinn gulped back more of her drink and leaned against the wall behind her. She was hypnotized by the two girls and the intimate way that they moved.
Her heart rate picked up more when Santana's dark eyes fluttered open, their gazes locking briefly.
The other girl's half lidded eyes caused a warmth to blossom in Quinn's lower stomach. Santana seemed to snap out of the moment as the song came to an end.
The brunette leaned in towards Brittany, whispering something before the two made their way off of the dance floor.
Quinn released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding after they disappeared. She shook her head and finished her drink before leaving the room to refill.
xxx
After refilling, Quinn had returned to watch the other party goers dance. She was relieved to find that Santana and Brittany were still no where in sight.
While she was gone, two couples had taken up spots on the 'dance floor.' The first was a football player and one of the cheerleaders, the second she guessed, was a football player and one of Mack's older friends.
Quinn blinked, looking off toward the hallway as she heard yelling over a break in the music. Santana was glaring at a frustrated Puck, Mack was glaring at Santana and Brittany just looked uncomfortable.
The blonde glanced over in her direction when Santana's arm extended toward the room, a blush burned hot at Quinn's cheeks.
Brittany squeezed passed Santana and back into the room, quickly making her way over to the pink haired girl.
"Hey, I'm glad you came!" She yelled excitedly, Quinn frowned.
"Doesn't seem like she is." She said, nodding toward Santana.
Brittany chewed on the inside of her cheek, "San is just wary of new people... She'll warm up to you."
Quinn nodded distractedly, still watching the darker girl in the hallway. She looked back to the blonde when she felt a gentle touch on her arm.
"Do you want to dance? You look lonely..." Brittany asked, frowning slightly.
Quinn shook her head with a smile, "No thanks Britt, I'm good."
The blonde nodded, flashing a wide smile before turning and finding a tall Asian boy and dragging him onto the dance floor.
Quinn watched them for several minutes after realizing that the fight in the hallway had dispersed, the others no where to be seen.
It seemed Brittany was an intense and intimate dancer with everyone she selected as a partner.
The guy she was with, Mike, thanks to a jeer from another jock. Was a pretty good dancer himself, he was more than able to keep up with the blonde. The two occasionally broke apart to have small 'dance offs' before laughing and reconnecting.
"Britt!"
Quinn looked back toward the doorway to where Santana was pushing through a throng of bodies. She watched the brunette's reaction as she came into view of the make shift dance floor.
The brunette's eyes flashed, widening briefly before flicking over toward Quinn.
The Skank's breath caught again.
She watched as Santana knocked back the rest of her own drink, draining the red solo cup before pushing it off on a nearby jock. The tall boy frowned and called after her but she ignored him.
Quinn's eyes widened as Santana walked right up to her, took her near empty cup and placed it on a nearby table.
Without a word, the brunette tugged her toward the dance floor.
The pink haired girl tried to open her mouth to argue but the words dried up in her throat at the swing in Santana's hips.
She couldn't help but stare, eyes trailing lower over toned legs.
Her breath hitched as Santana spun around suddenly, the bass reverberating through her body as they stopped walking.
Santana's brows were gently furrowed, her dark eyes sweeping appreciatively over Quinn's top. The taller girl suddenly felt hot and very exposed at the close scrutiny.
She fought back a shiver as Santana's hands moved to her hips, bringing her closer.
The darker girl kept her eyes lowered, a disappointed sound escaping her when Quinn's body and movements remained stiff.
Santana rolled her eyes, finally raising them to meet the Skank's.
"You need to loosen up, Pepto." She warned, voice low.
Quinn's eyes widened when the brief scent of alcohol was replaced by sweet perfume as Santana turned. The brunette's body moved flush against her own, agonizingly slow at first before catching up to the beat.
Quinn gasped at the contact, unable to stop the shiver that rolled down her spine. Her hands flew to Santana's hips of their own accord, holding the shorter girl against her.
She couldn't hear it but she was almost positive that she felt a chuckle ripple through the brunette.
The moment was brief, so much so that she couldn't be sure that it had actually happened.
Quinn tried to keep control of the reactions her body was having but she found it was becoming increasingly more difficult the longer that Santana's body gyrated against her own.
She bit down on her lower lip, a small whimper escaping before she could catch it.
Santana's body stiffened briefly at the sound, before her eyes unbeknown to Quinn, flicked over toward Brittany.
Quinn's resolve shattered when Santana's arms suddenly wound up either side of her head, fingers tangling in her short, messy, pink hair.
A breathy moan escaped through her parted lips, there was no mistaking the chuckle from Santana this time.
The moment, however, was once again short-lived. A loud wolf whistle cut through the song, all eyes scanned the floor.
Brittany's finally found them in the dim light, her teeth flashing in a wide smile. She slowed her own dance to give a loud "whoop" and two thumbs up.
Santana's body immediately stilled, her fingers clamping down roughly on Quinn's hair before releasing it completely. The brunette pushed the Skank's hands off of her hips and stalked away, off of the dance floor.
Quinn stared after her, distracted briefly from her confusion by the sudden loss of contact. Her eyes shifted over toward Brittany but the girl merely shrugged with a frown.
To be continued in Chapter 2... Confrontation.
Hello~ And thank you to anyone who read this! I hope you liked it! I am extremely excited for this story and what I have planned for it. I wanted to briefly go into some of the stuff that will be explained in more detail later... Just in case there is any confusion.
Santana's cousin, Gabriela Dawson is actually a character from NBC's Chicago Fire. She and the other character, Leslie will actually be in the story. Any others mentioned however will be just that... Merely mentioned, not actually showing up. That said I didn't feel the need to actually have it set as a crossover.
Quinn's background for this AU will be explained later, most likely in chapter 3. Why she moved, what happened before the move, etc. She is Skank Quinn and was never HBIC Quinn because of that I made small changes to her character. Like, I figured she wouldn't have rhythm and wouldn't be nearly as good at dancing as she is in the show. Some other stuff will come into play later on, I don't want to give too much away. I will already be working on chapter two so please, don't be afraid to tell me what you think!