What happens when Santana notices that things with Quinn aren't all they appear? How else does a friend help another friend then to casually explore feelings? They're both in love with other people, but time has a funny way of screwing with you, and a lot of time it will take. It starts as harmless fun but circumstances change and so do feelings. Humour, angst, heartbreak and joy. Rated M for Santana's sailor mouth and eventual sexy encounters. This is the only warning you get. It will be slow but it will be worth it. Review as required. Hope you enjoy :)
Chapter 1 - Looking Back
Looking back you can still remember the first time you noticed the startling truth about Quinn Fabray. Well, you'd always thought something was a bit off with her. You'd always had your suspicions, but if someone had suggested it to you, you would probably have laughed in their face. Who are you kidding, you definitely would have laughed. But then you saw it. That look. Bitch had walls built around her emotions that the Chinese of ancient times would have been envious of. But she slipped, let those hazel eyes express for a fleeting moment what was going on in that pretty little blonde head of hers. And you saw it. The second you did it was like all the pieces just fell in to place and her whole existence, everything she'd ever done, made sense. The truth hit you and it hit you hard, causing you to audibly gasp and you couldn't help but smirk at the irony…
You're drunk. You're all drunk. Of course you are, you just won Nationals for the first time ever and even Mr Schue in all his "responsible adult" glory held true to his promise for the celebration cider. Surprising, really. Didn't think he was serious about it. At least he had the decency to realise that hanging out in a hotel room with a bunch of drunk, rowdy teenagers may be deemed slightly inappropriate on his behalf and left before the party got too intense.
Naturally the boys' room was the place to go after the competition. You've already drank so much of the alcohol that Puck smuggled on the trip, but looking around you, you notice that at least you're not the only one. There'd already been rounds of just about every drinking game you knew, and between you and Puck there's admittedly quite a few. There had been obnoxiously loud music and dancing earlier, but being stuck in a hotel had its disadvantages.
Now you sit, chilled on one of the beds. Brittany's head is in your lap and you're subconsciously fiddling with her hair while a half-assed attempt at truth or dare goes on around you. It's only half assed because most of the people are too drunk or have decided to sit out. Seems the game got much too real for them when you dared Puck to shave his mohawk off again. No one thought he'd do it. You knew he was good for it though. Puck never backed down from a challenge. Never. Neither did you. Deep down you two actually have a lot in common, not that you'll ever admit it out loud. Maybe that's why you two get along so well. Cause it most definitely wasn't the sex. Wrong plumbing and all that jazz.
You don't even try and hold back the snigger as he emerges from the bathroom with his famous landing strip gone. Brittany sits up and asks you quietly where Puck went and where the hell this new guy came from. Zizes looks ashamed and even less turned on by him than normal. You can't help but shudder at the idea of them getting it on. Bitch has no class. He sits and narrows his eyes at you. Yeah, his payback for that should be awesome. If you weren't such a badass yourself you'd probably be worried about what's coming for you. Instead you just cock a challenging eyebrow at him. His response is a smirk. Now you know you're in for it.
"Berry," is all he says. You try not to show your confusion as he turns to the shorter brunette as she dances on the other side of the room. There's no music playing. Crazy drunk. You can't help but find her amusing though. Swaying back and forth, head bobbing to a beat only she can hear while swigging from her wine cooler. She's not as messy as she was at her train-wreck of a party a few months ago, but still good for a laugh.
After Puck calls her again she finally ceases her dancing and looks at him. He puts on his best "come hither" expression and she grins widely before running (stumbling) over to him. You want to laugh when she nearly face plants the floor in front of him, but Brittany doesn't like it when you're mean to the dwarf. And, you know, it's Brittany. Gottsta keep the woman happy. Whatever, you're totally not whipped by your best friend.
"You wanted me, Noah?" She asks sweetly as she looks up at him. If you didn't know any better, you'd say she was being flirty. But it's Berry. Midget doesn't have a sexual bone in her body. Well, not one that she's willing to share with anyone else. You bet she's actually a real wildcat and try not to let your thoughts wonder too far down that track or you might just end up ashamed of yourself. Puck just smiles and asks the simple question of truth or dare. And you know, you know right then that his love for the white rhino has turned him into a pussy. Not even one snide or suggestive comment at Berry's intentional/unintentional banter. Shame, really. That boy used to have game.
She has the gall to ponder the question. Pfft and an eye roll from you. As if she needs to think. If there's one other person in this room determined to prove themselves as hard as you and Puck, it's definitely Rachel Berry. You know she'll pick dare. That's why Puck asked her. That's why you're sitting up straighter, suddenly more interested in the game then you were ten minutes ago. She'll do whatever she's dared to do without hesitation and you can't wait to see what Puck's gonna hit her with. He's almost as good at dishing dares as you are.
"Uhh… Dare!" Surprise. Admittedly you are really quite intrigued though. You've even forgotten that Puck still owes you hard for the corker of a dare you hit him with. Well, you had forgotten, until you hear his next words.
"I dare you to make out with Santana."
The room is silent for a whole thirty seconds before erupting in "oh-no-he-didn't" type noises. Which you think is quite amazing considering it's got twelve drunken teenagers in it. You use the thirty seconds to convince yourself that you heard wrong. That Puck isn't that much of a prick and that he wouldn't do that to you. God, that sounds ridiculous even in your head. Of course Puck's that much of a prick.
You're completely outraged (and surprised at said outrage) to the point where you actually verbalise your outrage when Rachel responds with a simple "no". It's not like you want to actually make out with her. Cause gross, no. One of the boys? Yeah sure, it's a game. Brittany? Fuck yeah. The room should consider themselves lucky that your fingers have only ventured into her hair so far. Especially considering how hot for you Britts gets with a few drinks under her belt. But Berry? No me gusta.
Apparently your little outburst has confused a few people. They're all looking at you wondering what the fuck your problem is. Hell, even you're wondering what the fuck your problem is. Naturally your defences go up and you're spouting out things like 'what, you think you're too good for me?' and 'as if you wouldn't wanna get up on this fine ass'. You even huff out a quick 'it's cool, didn't wanna catch dwarf anyway' just for good measure. People seem satisfied that you're still a bitch. You mentally high five yourself.
"I didn't mean to offend you, Santana," she says. You scoff and sit back, projecting an air of indifference. Then she bites her lip in thought. You try not to find it kind of sexy. She does have an amazing set of lips on her. Her expression changes like she's just had the best idea in the world before she covers it up with a bit of a smirk if her own. Also not sexy, not even a little.
"It's not that I have a problem with the idea of kissing you, Santana," she starts speaking and suddenly you're interested in what she has to say. Her expression is innocent and so is her voice so you know something's going on in that over-excitable head of hers. "It's just that I know I'm not the most desirable person in your eyes," she says as though she hasn't been shirtless for the last hour thanks to an earlier dare from Brittany and she's unaware that you've been (not so) subtly checking her out. Oh, she's still talking, you should probably listen. "… and I know you don't want to risk your reputation by fratrenizing with me in any way. I was just saving you the shame of backing out of this dare."
Oh no she didn't. "Excuse me, but I don't back out of anything. Ever. I'm as badass as it gets around here. Especially since Puck's now as hard-core as a bowl of jelly." The room chuckles and you're proud of that little jibe. "I'll do whatever it takes. Besides, Dwarf, it was your dare, not mine. So backing out makes you look bad. Not me." Yeah, you sure showed her what for. Now she just needs to get her midget ass over here, kiss you and prove that you're tougher than anyone else here.
The look on her face is triumphant as she silently gets up and saunters over. That's when it hits you. Crazy hobbit just reverse psychologized you into letting her get her mack on with you. That sly, clever minx. You'd be annoyed, but you find her efforts and the determined, slightly seductive look on her face kinda hot. You take a moment to survey the room before she gets too close and gauge out what kind of impact this will have on your reputation. You're surprised to find it doesn't look too bad for you after all. Most of the boys were looking very hopeful at the prospect of future girl on girl action. Puck's eyes were gleaming as much as his freshly shaven head. Another inch forward and Finn would be off his chair. Even the girls look pretty interested, even if it's just because of the shock factor. You glance at Quinn, amused cause you know the uptight, high strung Christian isn't going to be particularly comfortable with what's about to happen. You're shocked when she's watching intently as Rachel gets closer. She has a look on her face like nothing you've ever seen and before it has a chance to confuse you, the diva is in front of you.
You forget all about Quinn and the others when you're met with the sight of Rachel's bra clad chest right in your face. You try not to audibly gulp and show that you're a little excited about what's about to happen. After about two seconds you're bored with her just standing there and you tell her so. "C'mon, Berry. I haven't got all night."
She smirks at you and before you have a chance to send one straight back she's straddling your lap and her lips are on yours. You're almost embarrassed by the sharp intake of breath you take at the surprise of how good her lips feel on yours. Her hands are holding the sides of your face and her tongue is dragging its way along your lip. You don't even hesitate to let her in and when you do you're pretty sure you both softly groan at the feeling of your tongues meeting. Maybe it was just you, but you know she's enjoying it too cause her hands have moved to the back of your head where she's gripping your hair for dear life.
She's completely ravaging your mouth and the intensity is off the charts. Your hands find her naked stomach before they make their way down to her hips as she starts grinding into you. Fuck it's hot. You're actually really disappointed that for once in her life she's wearing jeans (which you still won't admit look amazing on her, girl has one nice ass) instead of one of her six hundred barely there skirts. She's sucking on your bottom lip now and her hands are resting on your chest just above your breasts and you're pretty sure that if she doesn't stop that thing she keeps doing with her tongue that you're going to fuck her in front of the rest of the Glee club. You imagine the look on Finn's face would be worth it. But just as you start seriously contemplating rolling over and taking her she's pulling away from you, your lip still firmly gripped between her teeth before she lets it go at the last possible second. You open your eyes and she's smiling coyly at you. She winks (winks!) at you and then gets up and walks away.
You're breathless. Speechless. You're not the only one though. Puck looks like he's about to explode. The girls are shocked. Artie and Sam are gawking open mouthed. Kurt looks a little mortified. Finn's not in the room anymore, you're not even going to pretend you care why. Brittany's sitting next to you mumbling something about it being the hottest thing she's ever seen. When you look at her you can see that she means it, and you totally know you're getting some lady loving from her tonight.
And Quinn? She's not quite looking at you, but her eyes are ablaze with emotion. You've never seen her like this. You see anger, frustration, and confusion and… is that jealousy? Hunger? No way. You don't believe it so you take in the rest of her. Her breathing looks as shallow as yours feels. Her face is flushed. She's swallowing hard and is now trying to avert her eyes. Then it hits you, she looks like Brittany does right now. Your whole display with Berry has turned her on. You can see it, stupid blonde let her defences down and didn't realise you were watching. This could only mean one thing, and when you realise what that one thing is you gasp. It's almost too good to be true, but you saw it there plain as day before she put the walls back up. There's no denying it now. You smirk to yourself.
Quinn Fabray is gay. Huh.