Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Which isn't too upsetting now based upon the direction the show's going these days, but I thought I would try out something new, and I've been itching to write some Quinntana. So, here it is. Rated M for later chapters and Santana's potty mouth of course. All the errors here are mine.
Santana's Pov:
Two years. That's how much time has gone by since I've been in a meaningful relationship. Yet here I am waking up in bed next to one of my closest friends with her legs tangled up in mine. It feels different. It's an odd thing waking up in a hotel room next to your best friend. I mean, even in my drunken state last night I knew exactly what I was doing, and I knew where this was heading. I did nothing to stop this, and I really didn't want to stop this…
Flashback:
"Come on Britt! I don't want to go to Schue's wedding. I just can't do this yet."
The thought of seeing her there was absolutely terrifying. Rachel had big dreams of being in New York and me not knowing who or what I want to be just, wasn't enough for her or whatever. But you know what? Fuck her! I'm 20 years old. So what if I don't have all of the answers right now? Of course I'd rather have been in New York with her. Maybe not in a shitty loft with Lady Hummel following our every move with the latest musical he could get his tiny porcelain hands on, but I would have dealt with that to be with Rachel, but I wasn't enough. I'm not enough.
"Come on Sanny! It will be fun. You need to actually get out some time, and I haven't seen you in forever" she pouts
Nobody can turn down Brittany after the world famous pout. Seriously, she has to teach me how to do that.
"Okay B. I'll go, but if Rac-" I couldn't bring myself to actually say her name. Ugh, I'm utterly pathetic. "If, Berry even mutters one word to me, I'm so fucking out of there."
She throws me her best million dollar smile and I can't help but chuckle. I missed her. I don't miss Lima, but it's nice seeing a familiar face every now and then, and it helps that that familiar face is attached to my best friend. I mean, Britts and I haven't been involved with each other in well over a year, and we finally got to a place where that doesn't matter and we can just be the friends we started out as. I can't help but smile as we leave her parents house, with our pinkies interlocked on our way to this disaster of a wedding. I'm suddenly reminded of freshman year where the most complicated thing about my day was whether or not I was going to make it to cheer practice on time. Why can't life be that simple anymore?
I take a deep uneven breath as we pull up to the Chapel? ...Church? ... Temple? Fuck it! The building that Schue's wedding is being held. Brittany smiles reassuringly over at me and I decide there and then that the best method is to just hurry up and get this over with. Hopefully this shindig is over soon.
As I open the door and look around at the inside of this building with Brittany following a foot behind me, I'm greeted by an usher leading us to our seats. I scan the room hoping not to see that face that I can't seem to keep out of my dreams but it's to no avail as I spot her in the front row laughing and giggling next to a dopey looking Finn Hudson. It feels like salt in an open wound but I scoff and turn towards Brittany with the fakest smile I can muster.
She looks over to where my line of sight and tries to glare at Rachel and Finn, but it just looks silly. There isn't a mean bone in Brittany's body and she knows that. I smile adoringly at my friend who really has the best intentions and just doesn't want me to be upset, and it truly makes me feel better having her by my side.
"Well if you two are done with your moment here, I'd like to sit down."
I snap my attention towards the intruding voice but can't help the smile from contorting my face as that voice finally registers.
"Well, look what the cat drug in. I didn't expect you to show up today. I thought that professor you've been banging kept you on a 3 foot leash." I move my hand bag to the other side of the seat so Quinn can sit in its place.
"Really, you're still on that?" Quinn scoffs "I'm no longer involved with him, not that it's any of your business."
I smile a thankful smile, glad that she finally decided that she didn't need to be banging an old married guy to feel something. Sure Quinn and I have our differences and may occasionally slap each other like we did a few weeks ago when I might have brought up the subject of her not visiting her daughter. I felt horrible about it as soon as Beth's name slipped from between my lips and regretted it instantly, but Quinn and I have never been the apologizing type when it came to one another.
I could tell by her playful smile that we were okay though. And I'm grateful for that. After all, I consider her, just like Brittany to be one of my best friends.
"Well good, you deserve better than some hairy married asshole of a man anyway." I truly meant it. I've never thought of Quinn romantically, well I haven't thought of Quinn romantically recently. For god sakes, this woman is beautiful. I'd have to literally be blind not to notice that. The fact of the matter is that deep down, behind Quinn's bitch façade, she's an amazing person, and deserves the best. Some old married professor, with a receding hairline just doesn't register as the best to me.
"Thanks, San."
I definitely catch her shy smile, but decide to comment on that some other time. Quinn and Brittany smile at me and right now, I'm content being here at Schue's sham of a wedding with my two best friends. That is until I look up at that front row.
I already knew she was looking at me before I made eye contact. Fuck, that eye contact. Her chocolate orbs bore into mine with an intensity I haven't seen in forever, and I can't look away. Shit! I need to look away. I can't seem to look away.
Quinn pats my knee and my attention is jerked towards her as she stands up.
"Looks like there isn't going to be a wedding today. Ms. P didn't show up. Reception is still a go though." She sighs loudly as she makes eye contact with me just before she looks over at Rachel with one of the most infuriated looks I've seen from Quinn in a while and I'm a bit confused as of why she cares.
I look back over to Rachel who appears to be engrossed back in conversation with Finn. Had I imagined that eye contact? I couldn't have imagined eye contact that intense. I swear, I could still feel her eyes on me and it had me on edge. I'm obviously losing my mind right now. I shake the image away from my head as I follow Britt to her car so we could head over to the reception. I knew this was going to be a disaster of a wedding. Hell, the bride didn't even fucking show up. I have no clue why we still have to go to the reception. It's just sad, really.
Once we're there, things don't seem so bad, which probably has something to do with the fact that I decided to bring my fake I.D. Tonight I'm Rosario Cruz and I'm going to drink until this god forsaken night is finally over.
Q and I flash our fake I.D's at the same time to the young, obviously inexperienced bartender who doesn't look like he even knows what the hell he's doing. I slowly sip on my champagne and look around at the familiar and new faces and breathe it all in. Being in a room with so many old friends is kind of great. Maybe that's just the champagne talking, but I really miss them. It's not like going to school in Kentucky is much different than going to school in Ohio. But at least here in Ohio, I have my friends. As much as I tried to meet new people in Kentucky, it just didn't feel the same. Of course I've made a few friends here and there, but we didn't connect like how I did with my friends here.
As I scan the room I can see Brittany and Sam dancing, and they look so fucking happy together it's disgustingly adorable. The way he's dancing and smiling at her is so cheesy that I can actually smell it from here, but as long as he makes her happy, I guess I won't have a reason to murder him. The smile on my face fades as soon as I see Rachel happily dancing with Finn. It's not the fact that she's dancing with someone that's so hurtful. It's the fact that she's dancing with Finn that gets to me. After everything that went down towards the end of our Junior year between Finn and I, you'd think that she would want nothing to do with him. I mean come on, he fucking outed me in front of everyone that we knew. Just as I feel my Lima Heights attitude about to make its way to the surface I feel a hand on my elbow pulling me towards the dance floor.
"Look Quinn, I'm not really in the mood to dance right now."
She doesn't stop pulling me to the dance floor. She simply just nods and smiles as she continues to lead me to our destination.
"Oh calm down San, It's just a dance. I mean, unless you're scared that I'm still a better dancer than you."
A sound between a laugh and a scoff comes out of my mouth and it sounds absolutely ridiculous. There is no fucking way that Quinn PraiseJesus Fabray has ever been a better dancer than me. If she wants a dance off, then that's exactly what she will get. Except that we can't really have a dance off to a song this fucking slow. But when the next upbeat song plays, it's so fucking on!
I smirk and pull her in closer to me placing my hands on her waist.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night Fabray."
She smirks back at me, pushing her body further into mine and I can't help the throaty chuckle that makes its way out of my mouth. The alcohol has had a hell of an effect on me and the mixture of her perfume and how close she is to me has my body on fire. I haven't felt this is a long time.
"You look beautiful tonight Santana."
The compliment was unexpected and the blush that creeps its way up my face is embarrassing. I pull back looking her in the eyes, searching for some form of sarcasm, but only find sincerity. I mean shit, it's not often that someone is on the receiving end of a compliment from Quinn Fabray.
"Well you look pretty flawless tonight yourself Lucy Q"
The closeness is now having way too much of an effect on me. As we spin, turn, and glide together I feel on cloud fucking nine. I place my chin on Quinn's shoulder, wrapping my arms around her waist, but when I look forward, I'm hit with the image of Finn and Rachel dancing closely together. Rachel and I lock eyes and she has the audacity to look hurt as she lays her head on the chest of the overgrown man that she's dancing with. But through that hurt, we don't break eye contact. I can feel Quinn's hands rubbing idle circles over my back, and I certainly don't miss when Rachel's eyes dart back and forth between my face and Quinn's hands. When I notice Finn's hands running down the curves of Rachel's significantly toned body, I clench my jaw tightly. Nothing about that image sits well with me.
Finn places a series of small kisses along the crook of Rachel's neck and I all but lose it right there. Through blurry eyes I can see Rachel's outstretched hand towards me as she pushes Finn away from her, but I need to leave. This image hurts way more than it should after all this time, but it still hurts none the less.
I don't remember how Quinn and I got to the Hotel. (Hopefully we took a cab here) But once we're in the hotel room, things become a lot clearer. It's like that feeling when you're drunk underage and you almost get caught by your parents, and have to act as normal as your drunken mind can muster up.
Quinn's sitting on the edge of the bed looking shyly at me and I have my back against the hotel room door, probably looking as shy as she is. I'm not necessarily a shy person, especially when it comes to my sexuality, but a shy Quinn is just a sight for sore eyes.
I tentatively walk over to her and slowly sit on the bed next to her and place my hand lightly over hers. She looks at my hand for a while before she looks up at me. When her eyes meet mine, I feel a fire burn inside me that has long burned out.
I slowly lean forward and gently press my lips to hers. The kiss is slow, tentative, yet passionate and it's just beautiful. When Quinn pulls back, she doesn't look nervous anymore. I can see the same fire burning in her eyes that's burning in my eyes and she just looks so… raw.
"I've never been with a woman before Santana." She blurts out.
I can't help but laugh out loud at that one. I literally doubled over in laughter grabbing on to my side as if the action would subside the pain I was feeling from my hysterical laughter.
When I glanced over at her she looked agitated and was looking anywhere but directly at me, so I tried my hardest to collect myself to respond to her. When I finally sat up, I placed my hand gently against her cheek, guiding her face towards mine.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do tonight Lucy Q. There's no pressure. Honest. I mean, even if you totally want to get all up on this." I dramatically wave my hands over my body to accentuate my point.
"You're so full of yourself Lopez… Even if you are right." She mutters that last sentence so I could barely hear it, but I do and I can't stop the goofy smile that makes its way onto my face. I poke at her sides until she starts smiling, then eventually I end up on top of her full on tickling her sides until she begs me to stop.
"San! Please! I can't fucking breathe!" she laughs out and I move my hands from her sides to each side of her head and stare curiously at her. Why haven't I noticed just how beautiful this woman is? Seriously.
"Stop looking at me like that San."
She turns her head away. It's dark in the room, but with the moonlight on her face, I can see that she's furiously blushing. I can't stop myself as I lean down and press my lips to hers once again. The kiss is more passionate and heated this time. My tongue darts across her lips until she opens her mouth, giving me access to her mouth. Our tongues dance around the inside of each other's mouths, exploring as much as they can. I unknowingly grind my hips down into her core but I stop as soon as I hear her audible gasp.
"Fuck Q, I'm sorry. Is this too fast?" I move to get off of her but she grabs hold of my arm and pulls me in closer.
"No, San I'm just… I've never done this before. I haven't slept with my professor. I haven't slept with anyone since I got pregnant with..."
"..Beth" I finish for her. "Shit! I didn't know. How come you never told me?"
She chuckles and we both sit up as we continue to engage in conversation.
"It's not really a conversation starter San, and I wasn't aware that you were interested."
I didn't know what to say. I had no clue that Puck was her first, and only. For all I know, they only had sex once, and Quinn was drunk, so I'm pretty sure it wasn't exactly a 'romantic moment'. I couldn't be with Quinn right now after we've both been drinking. She deserves to have a special first time with whomever she decides to be with, even if it's not me. So I did the only thing I could think of. I pulled back the blankets and tucked myself in, patting beside me to signal Quinn to lie beside me. Once Quinn was settled in, I pulled her towards me so her head was lying on my chest and silently, we fell asleep. We've slept together a thousand times since freshman year, but tonight… It feels different. I actually really like it.
(End Flashback)
I remember every kiss and every touch as I recap the night, and can't help but smile. I can hear my phone buzzing on the end table beside the bed and although I'm reluctant to move because Quinn is sleeping so peacefully, curiosity gets the best of me and I slowly reach for my phone. Thankfully Quinn only stirs slightly, but moves over to the opposite side of the bed and returns to what looks like a peaceful slumber. I can't help but admire her form. She really is stunningly beautiful.
When I finally grab my phone thumbing through all the missed calls and texts from Brittany, one last unread text messages catches my attention. I had a text message from one, Rachel Berry. My mind tells me not to read it right now, and just wait until tomorrow when my best friend isn't sprawled out underneath the blankets after a pretty intense make out session, but I need to know what it says. I thumb open the message and sigh as I take it all in.
Santana, please call me. What you saw with Finn and I wasn't want it appeared to be. Believe me when I say that I didn't want him to kiss me. I didn't even want to dance with him San. I was honestly just trying to distract myself from thinking about you all night, which I failed miserably at. I figured, you didn't want to see me, so I didn't think it would hurt you if I danced with anyone. I hope you're okay. I know that you're probably with Quinn right now judging by the way that the two of you were dancing tonight, but I just needed to let you know that I miss you, and didn't plan on upsetting you, if that's what I did. Please just, call me when you can Santana. Please. –RB*
Leave to Rachel to send an entire paragraph via text message. I could practically hear her voice as I read that to myself, and it killed me. I can't deal with this shit tonight. So I turned my phone off and placed it gently on the table. I rolled on my side away from Quinn and as I pulled the blankets back over myself, then I felt her arm wrap possessively around my waist as she pulled me closer towards her. I could feel her chest against my back, and oddly enough, it was rather comforting right now. I melted into her embrace and drifted back to sleep. Tomorrow's going to be a new day, and I'll deal with whatever is going on with Rachel then, but right now? It's just me and my best friend… sleeping together… almost having sex. What a fucking day.
A/N: Oh, and I don't know what all this "A/U", "Canon"stuff means, so don't be too upset if I can't provide you with any fancy writing terms heh. I just write it all down as I invision it. There will be some mentions of Pezberry, and Rachel's character won't always be the good guy in this story. Please review. I would love to know what you all think so far. It will give me that much needed inspiration to either keep going, or hang up my hat so to speak.