Badass!Santana & Badass!Quinn are forced to join the glee club when Rachel over hears something she shouldn't. Santana's in love with Brittany or so she thinks while Quinn struggling to get over her past with Puck thinks that Finn is still the one. With all this going on can they really ignore their growing feelings for each other?
Pairings: Quinntana, a bit of Brittana and Fiunn.
Rated: NC-17
Warning: Mentions of Rape (Like flashbacks and stuff.) Drug use and Alcohol use thoughout the story.
Just Friends with Benefits (But I Think I Love You)
Chapter One
Santana was in love with Brittany.
She was almost infatuated with her. It's been like this since their freshmen year in high school. Brittany was the first girl she had really fallen for. Of course there were other girls that caught her eye when she was in middle school but Brittany was the one. The one that made her come to terms with who she was. A Lesbian. She never got to tell Brittany how she felt and she's pretty sure Brittany will never know especially now that there was no chance of them being friends.
That being because Brittany was popular. She was head of the Cheerios and top of the high school social latter. Every girl in school wanted to be her and every guy wanted to fuck her. She was funny and talented. She was perfect. Beautiful blue eyes, flowing blonde hair and a smile to die for. Santana on the other hand was probably the second lowest on the school social latter, above the glee geeks of course. She'd probably be higher if she wasn't prematurely outted as a lesbian her freshmen year at a party by none other then Noah Fuckermen. The Captain of the football team and the biggest player around. She could feel her stomach start to turn at the thought of him.
"You're staring."
Santana pulled her eyes away from Brittany on the football field with her cheerios to look over at the blonde next to her. "No I wasn't." she scuffed as she watched the blonde shake her head while tapping the ashes off her cigarette. Santana's eyes narrowed on her into a glare.
Quinn Fabray. Now wasn't her story a sad one to tell. Quinn's freshmen year was probably the best year of her high school career. She busted out the gates high on the social latter. She was probably the only freshmen on the Cheerios and dating Finn Hudson. Her high school life looked like she had it made until her sophomore year kicked off. She came back to school a hot mess, didn't even try out for the cheerios and was no longer with her jock boyfriend Finn. No one had a clue what had happen to her over the summer that year until she began to show a few weeks later.
Rumors spread quickly about who her baby's daddy could be, of course everyone thought it was Finn and that only seemed to make it worst. Quinn was spiraling out of control and the sad thing about it she had no real friends to help her through her problems. By the time she returned her junior year, she had cut off all her hair and died it pink. She was smoking and dressing like a Goth while hanging out with a group of girls calling themselves The Skanks.
Thank God she met Santana this year. Not really met though cause they've always known each other but junior year Santana and Quinn became close. They were partners for a science project and immediately clicked, though they couldn't seem to stop bickering with each other, they had a connection. Quinn stopped hanging with her Skanks friends and stopped dying her hair pink.
Santana would never say it aloud but she was grateful for Quinn. She didn't feel half as alone as she did during her first two years of high school. "You were totally staring. When aren't you staring?" Quinn went on as she pushed her sunglasses farther up her nose and turned the page in her book. "Isn't that the reason we come up here? So you can drool over Brittany while she does all her flips and twist?" she asked. Santana scuffed as she crossed her arms and leaned back on the bleachers.
"No. There's a lot of fresh air up here Quinn. I love fresh air." She said as her eyes snapped back to Brittany. She watched as she ran the girls through the routine once more. God the things she would do to her. "The view is a bonus." She said with a small shrug of her shoulders. She heard Quinn release a small snort from next to her. She rolled her own eyes but kept her eyes on Brittany. The two fell back into silence.
Santana watched Brittany for a few moments before something else caught her eye. A group of jocks came into the stands watching the Cheerios as well. Santana frowned at the sight of them. She knew them all. Puck was there. She rolled her eyes. She just wanted to gag herself with a spoon. There was also Quinn's ex, Finn, Dave, and Azimio.
"Gross." She mumbled. Quinn looked up from her book and her eyes fell on them as well. She frowned and shook her head slightly. She brought the cigarette back to her lips and inhaled deeply before releasing the smoke with a shaky breath. Santana watched as the boys clowned around before Puck's eyes flickered up to met her own. Her eyes narrowed and she frowned. Puck's eyes fell to Quinn next and her mumbled something to his friends before jogging up the stairs towards them. "Puck's coming." Santana mumbled and Quinn's head snapped up.
"S'up Quinn." He said as he stopped a few stairs away from them. "Haven't talk to you in a while. What you been up too?" He asked as he licked his lips and eyed her. Santana felt her eyes narrow and her stomach turn.
"Fuck off Puckerman. If she was interested you'd know." She said as she sat forward again.
"Take a hike dyke. No one was talking to you." He said as he glared back at her.
"Don't call her that." Quinn said and they both looked to her. "Besides she's right. I'm not interested. Never was. So you can go away now." She said as she looked back down at her book quickly. Santana's eyes shifted to her and she watched as Quinn's knee bounced slightly, a clear sign she was uncomfortable.
Puck wouldn't take the hint and stepped closer. "Come on Quinn. We use to be so cool freshmen year. What happened to that huh? You're not knocked up anymore! You can still make the rest of your senior year a great one if you agree to date the Puckster." He said as he wiggled his eyebrows at her. "I could have you back at the top so fast your head would spin." He said as he leaned towards her.
"I'm fine where I am." She mumbled.
"God, take a hint." Santana said as her eyes narrowed. "She doesn't want you and you ruined any chances of her ever wanting you when you got her drunk and forced yourself on her! You're not a real man Puck and you never will be." She said and his eyes narrowed in a glare at her as Quinn's head snapped towards her quickly. Puck released a small snort as his own eyes narrowed. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off as Finn called out for him.
"This isn't over." He said as he glared at Santana before looking back to Quinn. "Catch you later Quinn." He said with a small smirk before racing off back down the stairs. Santana released a small huff as she leaned back on the bleachers once more.
"What an ass-hole." She mumbled as she looked over to Quinn. She watched as she brought the cigarette back to her lips with a slightly shaking hand. Santana sighed. She didn't hate Puck for outing to her to the whole school. She knew that was going to happen eventually. She hated him for what he did to Quinn. He clearly broke her. Santana knew for a long time that Puck was Quinn's baby daddy. He got her drunk and took advantage of her one summer night. But she was sure with the way that Quinn acted around him that it was more then that. She tensed up at the sight or mention of him. Her hands would shake and she'd get this dazed look in her eyes like she was reliving the worst night of her life. Let's not forget about the nightmares. Though Quinn never said it, Santana was positive Puck raped her that night. "You okay Q?" she mumbled.
"I'm fine." Quinn said as she closed her book. She stood up, her eyes trained on the jocks as they hooted and hollered at the cheerios. "Let's get out of here." She said and made her way down the bleachers. Santana sighed before she got up and followed her. They made the whole walk to her car in silence. "Sorry you couldn't finish watching Brittany do her routine." She said as she opened the passage's side of Santana's car. Santana half shrugged as she got in on the drivers side.
"There's always another day." She said as she started the car and looked over to Quinn. She watched as she pulled out a bottle of vodka from her glove department and twisted the led off. "Already? Can't even wait to get back to my house?" she asked as she pulled out of her parking spot. Quinn simply sighed as she twisted the cap back onto the bottle. Santana sighed as well as she turned out the parking lot.
"Guess not. He just really gets under my skin." Quinn said as she looked out the window.
"I noticed. You ever going to tell me what really happened that day?" she asked.
"I told you already. I was really drunk and he took advantage of me." Quinn mumbled without missing a beat. It was like she already knew that question was going to come. Santana was starting to make it a habit to ask anytime Puck was brought up. She could ask all she wanted but Quinn was going to continue to blow her off. So Santana simply rolled her eyes and drove to her house without a second glance in Quinn's direction. "Parents at work?" Quinn asked as they stepped through the threshold of the silent house, her hazel eyes taking in the familiar scene.
"Yeah. They'll probably be home late again. Like always." Santana mumbled as she made her way up the stairs. Quinn followed her into her room. Santana closed the door behind her and watched Quinn as she jumped into Santana's bed. Quinn basically lived here anyways. Her parents separated after she was knocked up and Quinn just thought it'd be easier on her mother if she wasn't around as much.
Quinn titled her head on the bed and watched Santana make her way towards her dresser. She dug through the last drawer before pulling something out. She turned towards Quinn and held up a bag of weed. She swung it suggestively with a raised eyebrow. Quinn simply nodded her head as she pushed herself up to sit Indian style. Santana nodded her head as she grabbed a piece of rolling paper next. She jumped onto the bed in front of her and mirrored her sitting style. Quinn's eyes never weaved from her as she watched Santana create the joint with skilled and practiced fingers before bring it to her lips.
Quinn pulled her lighter out and brought it to the end of Santana's joint, lighting it for her. Santana inhaled deeply before looking up at Quinn. Hazel eyes met deep brown and locked. Santana leaned forward and Quinn followed suit, parting her lips slightly as Santana did the same. Her eyes fluttered shut as the smoke poured from Santana's lips and touched her own. She inhaled it deeply and immediately felt her body relax.
Quinn was a lightweight. The first hit always hit her hard. Santana on the other hand could smoke a whole joint on her own before starting to feel the effects of her high. She's been smoking weed for a long time, she only introduced it recently to Quinn. The blonde took a liking to it quickly. It was just another thing to take her mind off of Puck probably. Santana just liked having someone to smoke with.
Santana brought the joint back to her lips as she watched Quinn lay herself back on the pillows and released a small sigh. She climbed over top of her slowly and watched as Quinn parted her lips for her once more. She titled her head as she opened her own mouth, brushing her lips against Quinn's before releasing the smoke into her mouth. She heard Quinn inhale deeply and watched as the smoke in between them disappeared into Quinn's mouth. She flicked Quinn's upper lip with her tongue before she rolled off of her and laid on her back next to her. She brought the joint back to her lips as she stared up at her ceiling.
Quinn released a deep sigh as she closed her eyes. They laid in silence for a few moments before Quinn felt Santana nudge her. She opened her eyes and looked over to her. Santana held the joint out towards her and Quinn took it. "Did you see that new kid they brought in today?" Santana asked with a small shake of her head. "He walks around fucking bare foot." She snorted. Quinn released a small giggle and Santana glanced over to her.
"Yeah I seen him. Isn't his name Joe?" she asked as a small smile came to her lips.
"Really? I thought it was Teen Jesus or some shit."
Quinn rolled her eyes at Santana with a small chuckle before looking to her nails as she picked at them. "He's cute." She said with a weak shrug of her shoulders. Santana's eyes narrowed as she looked over to her. Quinn looked to her as well before laughing softly at the expression on her face. "What? He is. Don't you think?" she asked and Santana rolled her eyes as she snatched her joint from Quinn's fingers.
"Cleary this shit has clouded your judgment." She said. Quinn only smiled with a small chuckle at her words. She was one of those giggly high people. Thought everything was funny. Santana rolled her eyes. "Or your lack of not getting any from any man is making you desperate." She said as she brought the joint back towards her lips. Quinn released a small snort as she turned on her side to face her.
"Must be if I'm sleeping around with you." She said and Santana looked to her with a glare.
"Fuck you. I'm a good lay." She shot back. Quinn snorted once again before rolled the other way. She reached under the bed and pulled out a bottle of vodka.
"I caught him checking me out the other day." She said and Santana cocked an eyebrow as she watched Quinn open the bottle and sip it before she looked down at Santana. "Think I should ask him out?" she asked and cocked an eyebrow back at her.
"Do what you want." Santana said with a shrug. Quinn shrugged her shoulders as well before she held out the bottle. Santana sat up as she took it. She brought it to her lips quickly and titled her head back. She watched from the corner of her eye as Quinn watched her. Sometimes she liked the way Quinn watched her. As if she was the most interesting person in the world. She tore the bottle from her lips and whipped them as she felt her throat burn. "Why the fuck are you staring at me?" she asked as she held the joint out for her.
"Just wanted to see if you really planned on downing the bottle I bought." She said as she slipped the joint in between her lips. "It's not cheap and your always drinking my bottles." She said and Santana scuffed.
"Then maybe you should stash them somewhere else. I'm sure your OCD mother would just love to find all the bottles hidden around your house." She said and Quinn rolled her eyes.
"Whatever."
Quinn laid back down after that and Santana was quick to follow suit. They eventually passed out together before it was even dark outside. The joint was gone and the bottle barely had another sip in it. It ended up back on the floor.
Thrusting.
He was thrusting inside of her. Hard, fast. Panting in her face. His breath smelled like pure alcohol. She heard herself wince and her fist balled up. Her knuckles turned white from the lack of circulation as he gripped her wrist tightly and held her down to the bed. "Puck stop…please. Please stop." She whispered. Her voice was raw, to raw for her to scream anymore.
"You like it. They all like it. It feels good Quinn. I know it does." He whispered back to her before slamming his lips down onto her own. She grunted as she tried to pull away. He only kissed her harder as he pumped harder inside of her. Her released a small choked sob when he pulled his lips away from hers. "I'm better then Finn. I bet he never made you feel this good." He groaned and Quinn closed her eyes as the silent tears ran down her cheeks.
If he wasn't so drunk he probably would have realized that she was a virgin. He didn't even pause to give her time to adjust. He just kept thrusting and thrusting. It was painful. She hurt. Her entire body hurt. She had even screamed but he didn't listen and no one down stairs could even hear her over the music of the party. So he continued to force himself inside of her, taking something she held so dear to her. She felt like a large part of her was being taken away.
"Puck stop I'm begging you!" she cried.
He ignored her as he bent down towards her neck where he left sloppy wet hard kisses and then bit and sucked on the skin. His pumps became more aggressive and he grunting in her neck as he drew closer and closer to his release. She closed her eyes tightly and clenched her teeth. His grip on her wrist tighten and he groaned and whimpered as he pumped just a little hard, a little bit faster.
"Baby I'm going to come." He whispered into her ear and she whimpered and he grunted before he began to chant her name over and over in her ear. She released another small cry. She didn't want to hear it. He covered her mouth then as he sat up to look down at her. "I'm going to come…going to come all inside of you." He panted through his teeth. "You should have picked me over him! I'm so much better then Finn!"
With one finally thrust he was coming inside of her and she closed her eyes tightly as she felt him release his seed inside of her. He groaned and panted before dropping down over top of her. He panted in her ear.
"I love you Quinn" He whispered.
Quinn woke with a jolt and she panted softly as she stared up at the ceiling. The room was dark. She sat up right in the bed and whipped the sweat from her bangs before she looked over to Santana who laid next to her, sound asleep. She released a shaky breath as she watched her. Santana laid on her stomach facing away from her, leg kicked out from the sheets and her hair tired up in a messy bun unlike earlier that day.
Quinn slowly laid herself back down on her side, facing Santana. She scooted closer to the other girl and wrapped her arm around her. She tucked it under Santana's and pulled the other girl closer as she buried her face into her neck. She inhaled deep as she closed her eyes. Santana's smelt of vanilla and it easily washed away the scent of Puck that haunted her memories.
She pressed herself closer to her, wanting to forget the feel of Puck moving against her body. She released a shaky breath before she began to place small kisses along Santana's neck. She ran her hand down her side and slip it back up the white T-shirt that Santana was wearing. She ran her fingers against the bare skin on Santana's thigh before moving it up to touch her side. Her fingers traced her ribs before slowly moving down to touch the lace of her thong.
She placed a few small kisses along Santana's neck before slipping her hand into Santana's thong. Santana finally stirred and buried her face farther into the pillow. She opened her legs farther to better fit Quinn's hand. Quinn smiled softly against her neck, even half sleep all Santana's body wanted was sex. She rolled her eyes. She was even already starting to get wet.
She played with her clit slowly as she nipped lightly on Santana's ear. She flicked her tongue across it as she pressed her own hips into Santana's ass. She kissed along her jaw and neck leaving small bite marks. She felt Santana become increasingly wet. She ran her fingers along her slit before returning it to her clit. Santana's hips finally began to move and she rolled them in small circles against Quinn's hand. She fisted her sheets and her toes curled slightly. She released a throaty moan.
"Fuck, put your fingers in." She husked and Quinn bit down roughly on her neck as she slipped her fingers down though the wetness that had gathered there. She worked her fingers though it a few times before thrusting two of them inside Santana quickly. Santana released a small grunt and her hips bucked. Quinn's thumb found her clit and she made small circles around it as she worked her fingers in and out slowly. Santana's hips followed her slow pace. "God," She growled as she grounded her hips a little bit harder
"You're tight." Quinn whispered as she tried to control her own hips that began to rock with Santana's, finding a bit of friction against Santana's ass. She worked her fingers faster, finding it easier the wetter Santana became. Santana's hand reached back and tangled in short blonde hair. "You feel so good Santana. I love being inside of you." She whispered and heard Santana whimper as her hips began to rock harder, slamming herself down onto Quinn's fingers.
"Fuck Quinn, give me more." She growled and Quinn slipped in a third finger on her next thrust. Santana moaned as she opened her legs wider. "Hm shit." She moaned as she fisted Quinn's hair, keeping her closer as she rode her fingers fast and hard. "Dios Mίo Quinn. I'm gonna come." She panted and Quinn bit her neck as she grinded her hips harder against Santana's. A few more thrust and she felt Santana's wall clinch around her fingers. Santana's body tensed up against her. She released a throaty moan when her body finally relaxed.
Quinn sighed as she slowly slipped her fingers out of her and pulled away from her. She rolled onto her back and released a sigh as she listened to Santana trying to catch her breath. She rolled over to face her and immediately threw a leg over her. "You okay?" she asked with knitted eyebrows. Quinn simply nodded her head. Santana returned it as she took Quinn's fingers. She held them up and watched them glisten with wetness in the light coming from outside her window. She brought them to her mouth and slipped all three fingers into her mouth. Quinn kept her eyes locked with Santana's as she cleaned her fingers off. "How do you want it?" she asked as she pulled her fingers out.
"Use your mouth." She said and watched as a smirk came to Santana's lips. Santana slid her body down Quinn's until she was settled between her legs. She peppered her thighs with kisses and nipped them with her teeth. She raked her teeth against her covered center and Quinn's hips buck as she tossed her head back. Santana dragged her tongue across it as Quinn's hand snapped down to run through her hair. Her toes curled in the sheets as her hips rocked up slowly. "Let you hair out." She panted and Santana reached up to pull her hair free as she dragged her tongue up along her slit again. Quinn's hips followed her mouth as she threaded her fingers though dark hair before fisting it tightly.
Santana pulled back slightly as she reached up to pull Quinn's panties down. She tossed them aside as she got comfortable between her legs again. She looked up at Quinn as she immediately plunged her tongue inside. "S-shit." Quinn hissed as she tossed her head back. She gripped Santana's hair tightly once again as she rocked her hips up. Santana worked her tongue in slowly before coming out to suck lightly on her clit. "Fuck Santana." Quinn moaned as she reached up with her other hand to grip the headboard. Santana moaned against her clit and Quinn felt her legs shake slightly.
Santana's tongue slid back into her and she worked Quinn up slowly before adding a few fingers. She pumped them slowly as her lips returned to Quinn's clit. She flicked it with her tongue and watched as Quinn's hips bucked. "Your so wet baby." She whispered as she watched her fingers disappear inside of Quinn to come out wetter then before. She moved them up Quinn's body and ran them across Quinn's lips until she opened up.
Quinn sucked the fingers into her mouth and released a small moan as Santana's tongue slipped back into her. Santana's tongue pumped hard and fast and Quinn sucked on her fingers hard as she whimpered around them. Santana moved her other hand up to hold down Quinn's hips as she began to buck them roughly into Santana's mouth. Santana felt Quinn's walls begin to clench around her tongue and she moved up to suck on her clit roughly. Quinn cried out against her fingers as her legs clenched around Santana's head. Her body tensed as she came undone and her toes curled tightly.
Santana pulled her head free and watched as Quinn slowly came down before releasing her fingers from her mouth. Santana moved up the bed and flopped down next to her with a sigh. Quinn panted next to her and they laid in silence before "Thanks." Quinn sighed before turning away. Santana hummed in response before turning to face away as well. She knew better then to ask what was wrong. Sex in the middle of the night usually met there was something always wrong. But Quinn wouldn't tell her.
She never did.
Sorry for any mistakes. R&R. Thanks for reading.