Title: The Bet
Author: Guyana Rose
Rating: M
Pairing: Santana Lopez & Quinn Fabray
Word Count: 921
Summary: "I just don't think a woman can please me like that Santana." "I bet you a hundred dollars that I can." Quinntana Week, Day 7: Free Day.
A/N: Warning: May cause unwanted moisture build up or hardening of body parts ;)
Prompt: Quinntana Week, Day 7: Free Day
Disclaimer: I own only the story itself. Glee belongs to R.I.B.

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Chapter 1

Santana checked her look in the mirror one last time. She had to make sure her look was on point. She'd been given a challenge a few weeks ago and tonight, she planned on proving her friend wrong.

"Alright Fabray, you are so not gonna know what hit you."

She smiled at her reflection. Her hair was freshly done with light curls cascading down her shoulders. Quinn had always commented on how she liked her hair styled like that. She wore her tightest tank top and a mini skirt that might as well have been painted onto the curves of her very fit body. Her heeled sandals completed the look. Five minutes later she was out the door with a small overnight bag in tote. Quinn thought they were going out to eat with friends, but Santana had other plans.

She arrived at Quinn's door and knocked softly. As she suspected Quinn berated her for being late and said that she just needed to grab her purse and they could go. Santana shook her head and smiled at the blonde as she stepped into her apartment; locking the door behind her.

"San what are you doing? We need to leave now or we're going to miss everybody."

"They'll all be here next week we can play catch up then," Santana replied as she dropped her bag in the hallway and guided Quinn back into her living room, "we have unfinished business."

"What unfinished business?" Quinn didn't know what Santana was up to; but she knew that mischievous smirk that was on her tanned face very well and she wanted no parts of it.

"The bet we made. Don't you remember Q? We were at the park a few weeks ago and we talked about your ridiculously long dry spell and that lame excuse you gave about not meeting the right guy…"

"It wasn't lame it was true," Quinn cut Santana off, but she should have known it wouldn't be that easy.

"L-a-m-e; lame Quinn. I suggested that you couldn't find the right guy because what you really wanted was the right girl…"

"And I told you that while I find women aesthetically beautiful to look at, I don't think a woman can please my body like that."

"And I bet you a hundred dollars that I could. And if my memory serves me right, you accepted."

Now Quinn was nervous. Santana had that look in her eye. The same look she gave girls that she picked up and usually slept with. Quinn would be lying if she said she didn't find Santana attractive and maybe … maybe she was a little turned on right now; but this couldn't happen. Santana was her best friend, what would happen to their friendship tomorrow? Santana pushing her down on the couch and kissing her quickly brought her out of her head. She was frozen for a moment not knowing what to do.

"Wait, wait San stop. What are you doing?"

"Putting my money where my mouth is."

"Bu…" Santana's lips cut off whatever she was going to say. Quinn had to admit though, Santana's lips were full and soft and oh so inviting. She barely stopped the moan that threatened to spill from her lips as she pulled out of the kiss.

"Santana I'm not into girls like that, I'm not gay or bi or whatever other names there may be for what you want…"

"Q, I didn't say you were anything. The only thing I'm saying is that I know I can make you cum."

Santana didn't give her room to refute what she was saying. She attacked the blonde's lips again and smiled inwardly. Every time since the first kiss, no matter how little, Quinn seemed to be fighting less and less.

"O-okay, San you have to stop. I can't."

"Why not Quinn? You don't have to be embarrassed with me. It's just us, and what we do doesn't leave this apartment."

"You knmpf…"

And again Quinn found herself silenced by Santana's full lips.

"San…"

Kiss

"I really think…"

Kiss

"You're beautiful…"

Kiss

"But … mmmm … wait…"

And there it was; the tell that Santana had been looking for.

"I don't really think you mean that Fabray."

Santana's voice was husky and breathless as she spoke against Quinn's lips. She pushed the blonde further in the couch and straddled her legs.

"But…"

Kiss

"We're … mmmm … mmm … friends," she finally managed to finish the sentence.

"That just makes it better," Santana smiled and kissed the blonde again; getting less and less resistance.

"I don't … mmmm … I really … mmmm … don't think we should oohhhh…"

Whatever protest Quinn was about to put forth fell dead on her lips as Santana's hand slipped into the top of her shirt and cupped her bare breast.

To be continued…