Title: Sandbox Love
Author: me :)
Fandom: Glee
Pairing/Characters: Rachel/Quinn Brittany/Santana Santana/Puck - implied
Rating: R
Summary: Pre Glee - You never forget your childhood crush, because they were your first love, they'll forever stay with you and hold a special place in your heart and memories.

I was 14 and she was 15.
Prom was just around the corner and I'd practically begged my dad for the dress of my dreams.
He was all about me being his little princess and didn't necessarily like that I was growing up.
After weeks of arguing back and forth, he agreed to let me buy it, because when he saw me in the dress, his jaw dropped and he was speechless.
It was one of a kind, strapless yellow above the knee, double layered Betsey Johnson dress, with a black satin belt.

All of my friends were going, so I wasn't too worried about not having a date. The main reason that I had even decided to go, was her, my crush, since kindergarten.

We first met on the playground and had quite a dispute on top of the slide at the age of 4, she stole my bucket and my heart along with it.
Apparently, sandbox love never dies, in my case it's still there, tugging away, just like when we were 4.

"Oh daddy, I love the dress! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He patted my head, as if I were a little girl. "You're welcome Quinnie." He always did have a hard time showing emotions.

To prepare for the big night I had invited my friends Brittany and Santana over. They were my complete opposites, yet my equals.
Santana, sassy and hardcore, Brittany, dumb as a doorknob, but they were my friends and they completed me.

"Quinn! Love the dress!" Santana had always been very touchy, she had trouble only seeing with her eyes. Brittany grabbed my hand and made me twirl. "You're so fucking pretty." At this I usually blushed, because no matter how flattering it was, I just couldn't see it. Me? Quinn Fabray, pretty? Dude, no way.

Santana and Brittany were wearing matching dresses, one purple and the other pink, they were ever so girly. The fabric fell so flawless over their perfect slim bodies.

"Is Rachel Berry going?" asked Brittany. Santana, making a puking motion, fingers down her throat. "What do you care?" By this point I was merely frustrated and also a tad bit nervous. "Wow, what are you getting so strung out for? You don't like her either." Boy was she wrong.

We finished up by doing each others makeup and they, of course, went all out on me. It may have looked a bit whorish, but then again, that's what most guys go for anyway, so I pretended to like it. The only thing was, I knew that I wasn't interested in the boys.

Santana had set up for Finn and Puck to pick us up. Mike was to come too, but changed his mind at the very last minute.
Puck was, in Santana's words; the best dry hump, she'd ever had, that's also what Brittany said about her.

Finn was a cool guy. I sat behind him in English, he used to pass me notes during class. Notes containing really lame jokes, which you couldn't help but to laugh at.

"San? Are you gonna let him go all the way tonight?" Brittany asked, with a hence of disappointment and sadness in her voice. "I don't know, I haven't decided yet. Why, you want in?" The smirk on her face said it all, although I wasn't quite sure what it actually would purposely lead Britt on, only to let her down in the end.
"Can I?" Brittany's face lit up and Santana chuckled.
They never did try to hide their so called 'non-dating-secret-bisexual-relationship', they were simply, exploring their options.