A/N: I have decided to write a series of drabbles/oneshots for Commander!Fabray, as I write Quinntana and read Clexa, and I keep accidentally picturing Quinn instead of Clarke… oops! Check out my Quinnclexa tag on tumblr [bh9uk]for some amusing headcanon ramblings from myself and [dreamsaremywords]

This is a birthday present for dreamsaremywords –it was going to just be one long oneshot, but I think lots of snapshots will be better.

PLEASE JOIN THE MOVEMENT: Any variation of Quinnclexa –I will love you forever if you write something 3

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters etc

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It had started with a drunken kiss. The month following her two-time thing with Santana, Quinn had found her mind, and often times her eyes, lingering on things they hadn't before. Lexa was her roommate, and they were more acquaintances than friends. When someone in their block threw a dorm party, they'd ended up spending most of the night together, and Quinn had started to question why they hadn't bothered getting to know each other before. She was smart, driven and had a natural confidence that drew Quinn deep into conversations she would normally find boring. Like soccer, for example. Quinn had never had the slightest bit of interest in the sport, but Lexa was captain of the team, and the way her body almost buzzed as she spoke of it, made Quinn feel excited too.

As the night drew on, they drank generously and found themselves among the bodies on the makeshift dancefloor, which as it turned out, was anywhere that didn't have furniture. Quinn's head was fuzzy, and she hadn't laughed so genuinely for a long time.

When a bunch of rowdy guys crowded around the keg beside them, Lexa was pushed into Quinn –not roughly, but enough to feel their bodies together. Lexa's hands had reached out for Quinn's waste, in what was sure to be an attempt to stabilise them, but Quinn had sucked in a sharp breath at the touch, her eyes moving to deep green, immediately. A warmth had built in her stomach, and her heart seemed to have sped. She was vaguely aware of someone shouting, but they were across the room, and her mind was focusing on Lexa alone.

Quinn didn't know where her sudden confidence appeared from, but she wasn't upset when her hand pushed through brown locks, and settled at the base of Lexa's neck. The distance between them closed swiftly, and Quinn was soon lost in the softness of Lexa's pouty lips. The kiss began gentle but purposeful, and before long, Lexa's tongue slid across Quinn's lower lip.

Lexa was pulled deeper as Quinn allowed her entrance, using the hand behind the girl's neck to show her enthusiasm, whilst Lexa's hands now fisted her summer dress. After what felt like an age, they finally separated, chests heaving for breath as their eyes remained locked.

"Commander! You're next on the beer pong!"

Quinn looked over to the guy enthusiastically calling out to her roommate, before looking back to the green eyes that hadn't moved from her face. She smiled at Lexa, her eyes still wide in lust and excitement. She let her hand slide from around the girl's neck and cup her chin ever so slightly. Quinn gave a soft peck before leaning back with an arched eyebrow and a playful smirk on her lips.

"It sounds like you're needed, Commander."

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Thoughts? I'm writing more, whether you want it or not, but it would be cool to have some feedback haha!