Title: Hearts Without Chains[*]
Fandom: Glee
Pairing(s): Dani/Santana [+ hints of Quinn/Puck]
Rated: M - and for a good reason.
[+]: What if, romance, angst, OOC.
Intro: Santana's 21, she shares a dysfuncional relationship based on sex with her historical first love Brittany and lives with her two long time best friends Quinn and Noah. Her life is empty and she felt costantly numb. One night, while she's ranning away from her problems, she bumps into someone who happens to turn her world upside down. Dantana.
N/A: Oh man, I just posted my first fanfic on this site.. YAY. So, since I'm the new kid here, easy on me, ok? okay *throws random kisses*. This is completely a Dantana story, so if you don't like/ship it don't read it. Clear as cryst-Demetria Lovato's buried gayness.
I'm sorry for all the mistakes, most likely you will find them. *flies away*
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Glee.. duh.
[*] Yup, it is. It's Hearts Without Chains by Ellie Goulding. *cries*
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It was a not-so-typical Sunday morning; Brittany showed up at the apartment door with pure lust in her eyes, precise like a clock, and without any kind of hesitation Santana carried her to the bedroom and started to make her scream.
The problem was that they didn't know about Quinn and Puck, who were in the living room making their own buisnesses in their own apartment.
Because, yes, after all that was their apartment.
And Santana was a simple host, 'cause the couple was just helping her.
And yet, from the past four months, they started to get seriously worried about her.
"Faster."
Santana could already feel Brittany's body burning against her own, still cold and hopeless.
She was currently sleeping with the girl who broke her heart plenty of times, and the worst thing was that she didn't even care.
Her mind and her heart just stopped working, her eyes stopped shining. They were empty, dark and cold.
Plus, the sex between the two of them was always something that brushed the violence. There was no sign of love, just pure and dirty sex.
And for Santana that kind of sex never meant anything.
"S-San.. wait, you're hurting me," Brittany cried as the brunette continued moving her fingers inside her faster and faster.
"Be quiet," the latina ordered emotioneless.
She was fucking Brittany Pierce against a wall for God knows how long and she still couldn't feel a thing, instead she felt sick.. and constantly in war with herself.
Since when she became so.. numb?
She really didn't know. Her head was too crowded by Brittany's moans to find a damn answer.
Truth was that no one really knew what was going on in her mind, but for Quinn the whole "I don't give a fuck anymore" attitude started from Finn's death. And Puck seemed to agree pretty quickly.
Brittany arched her back, quickly streghtnening the grip on Santana's shoulders. "O-Oh my.. my GOD, SANTANA!" She screamed in pleasure, finally feeling herself at the edge as Santana helped her riding her second orgasm.
Meanwhile, Quinn Fabray was laying on the white couch of her the living room, quietly broswing her Vogue megazine, legs on her long time friend (with all the benefits in the world) Noah Puckerman's lap - as he was lazily watching a reply of a football match -, and the volume of the tv trying desperately to cover the sound of Brittany's moans.
"I swear to god I'm gonna kill her once for all." Quinn mumbled under her breath as she started to cover her ears with Noah's arms.
"If I wasn't a man I'd probably help you." He laughed wrapping his arms around Quinn's neck, resting his chin on the top of her head.
Quinn felt herself relax a bit into her ex's hug, but a loud moan destroyed her self-control again, for probably the third time in only five minutes.
Laughing at the nevrotic reaction of the blonde, Noah let go of her and rested her head on the keyboard couch.
Quinn inhaled deeply, but before she could stood up and burst into her best friend's room just to slap the shit out of her, a voice from the hallway brought both at the reality.
"Hi guys," Brittany smirked in their direction, her shirt slightly opened at the bottom, exposing her belly - for Noah's joy, and Quinn's a little less.
The couple waved almost mechanically; Quinn mostly for anger, Noah for the perfect view that he had of Brittany's abs.
"This needs to end," Quinn muttered as her words were full of undisguised reluctance for the other blonde.
She brought two fingers at the bridge of her nose, trying to calm her nerves.
Failing.
"Bye!" Brittany's voice filled the walls, slowly ending with the sound of the door closing.
"I can't believe she's still sleeping with that cheater. I mean, is sh- Noah! Are you even listening to me?" she asked retorically while Noah continued to blink with a dumb smile written all over his face.
"NOAH!" the blonde yelled, elbowing him on the side as the victim finally jumped a little.
"What the hell, Quinn?" He screamed in pain, rubbing his side with an hilarious pout. "She might be mean but I'm still sexual frustrated from ou-" he tried to argue, but Quinn's raised eyebrow prevented him.
Quinn stood up and walked towards Santana's room, side to side with Puck.
"Santana Lopez, I hope you are presentable and if you're not then there's nothing I haven't already seen before!" Quinn yelled starting to knock at her best friend's door.
"Wait, what?" Puck mumbled, still following the blonde-headed fury, who quickly opened the door and burst into the room.
Santana was laying on the guest room's bed wearing nothing but her black ripped jeans and her matched bra. Legs crossed over each other and eyes closed. "What do you want?" her words mangled by the stick of the cigarette rolling from a corner of her mouth to the other.
"What we wan- ok, listen to me Lopez, how long do you think you can keep shatter yourself like this?" Quinn asked with her hands on her hips.
"Like what, mom?" the Latina asked without really meaning to, in fact she didn't care a damn about the blonde-headed's telling-off.
"As much as we care about you, Santana, we're not going to pay for you forever like you're some kind of a toddler. You need to find a job and mostly to stop sleeping around with Brittany!"
Santana opened an eye, finding the scene in front of her extremely hilarious. "I appreciate your interest, blondie, but this whole Brittany thing doesn't concern you."
"When our best friend gets hurt the thing concern us!" Puck intruded, both Quinn and himself were tired of this image of their best friend.
Lately Santana seemed so.. numb, lost, desperate. And as their best friends, they couldn't handle that kind of situation anymore.
At Puck's words, Santana seemed to finally understand that she wasn't just hurting herself, but also the only two people she ever cared about.
She stood up from the bed, wore a white shirt and her leather jacket at the foot of the bed.
"Where are you going?" Quinn asked her, almost scared by the possible answer. "Please don't go where I'm thinking you're going."
Santana sighed, slightly shaking her head. "I just need to breathe."
"Ok." Both Quinn and Puck answered, watching their best friend leave another time.
Santana was walking for hours in the middle of New York, among the thousands and more lights of the city.
It started to rain just a few minutes ago, but people already started to cover theirselves with their umbrellas. Santana didn't even bother lifting the hoodie of her jacket.
Cold hands buried in the pockets, she just kept crossing the lanes, careless of the fast cars that could hit her at any moment.
With the thumb of her left hand she raised the volume of the ipod in her pocket a little bit, so that she couldn't hear not even one of the voices or sounds around her. All I want by Kodaline kept playing on repeat in her ears, echoing her thoughts.
"But if you loved me,
why'd you leave me?"
Sadly, the feeling of chocking never left her, the lump in her throat seemed to laugh at how pathetic she became in the last months.
Fortunately, in a way or another, she found herself on the safe side of the road without any type of wings, halo or white suit, but karmically she bumped into someone, creating a collision of loose papers. Usually, she didn't care a bubblegum about the victim of her frenetic step, so she kept walking.
"Take my body,
take my body.."
"Damn!" She heard the voice speaking over the loud sound of the rain as she removed a cap from her ear.
Santana didn't know what the hell tripped in her mind in that moment, maybe it was the insistence of the rain or maybe the panic in that voice, but she soon found herself groaning loudly and came back to the impact point of ten seconds before.
She knelt at the foot of the sheets, eager to rectify her mistake.
And the it hit her.
"Shit.." the latina mumbled under her breath. She froze for a second and for the very first time in months she actually felt something breaking at the top of her chest.
And that something was guilt.
Papers were everywhere on the ground and around her, beautiful drawings ruined by rain second by second.
"Very nice of you to help me!" the person said sarcastically, slight anger dressing her voice.
"All I want is,
and all I need is.."
The first thing she noticed about the girl in front of her were her hands, the bottom of them were crossed by tattoes who covered her wrists.
At least everything about that hands made Santana think that she was a girl, and the confirmation arrived when the Latina slowly lifted her gaze, meeting the most beautiful pair of chocolate orbs she ever saw in her entire life.
Their hands brushed slightly against each other and Santana's breath caught in her throat as she shivered in advance.
"Holy shit" was the very first thing that Santana tought in that moment. Very classy, yes, but whatever; the girl was supposed to be her age, she had perfect red lips and long and brown hair.
The rain and her hurry to get up prevented her from knowing more.
"To find somebody"
"I'm sorry," Santana said sincerely once she finished recovering all the papers.
"I'll find somebody"
"No, it's just.. it was an accident, it's ok," the girl spoke even if the whole situation wasn't okay and Santana perfectly knew it.
Even tough the rain was still wetting New York's ground, Santana was still kneeling down, her gaze firmly on the papers in her hands.
"I don't know about you, stranger, but the idea of catching a flu doesn't really attract me," she chuckled loudly, bringing her folder over her head and bringing tha latina to reality.
"Like you"
"I'm.. I'm so sorry for your drawings." Santana mumbled feeling most guilty then ever, watching as the brunette in front of her just shrugged and smiled lightly.
Damn, this girl.
She realize she stared a little too long when the girl started laughing and shaking her head.
"Look, you can keep them if you want to." She smiled gesturing towards Santana's hands.
The latina stood up and frowned, but then she quickly looked down and notice the girl's drawings still in her hands.
"Really?" She asked quickly, and at the girl's nod, she the first time in months, a sincere and true smile.
"Absolutely." The shorter girl answered kindly.
Santana cleared her throat. "What about a coffee?"
"Wh- You mean now?" She asked surprised.
"Yes, if you're not busy."
"I.."
"I have to pay you back."
The girl playfully glared at her. "What if you're a serial killer?"
Santana stared at her for a moment, realizing how truly beautiful the girl was. It took her breath away. "What if I'm not?"
"You're pretty confident, huh?" the brunette asked retorically, the rain still hitting her face.
Santana nodded her head, unabled to hide the smile that finally convinced the shorter girl.
"Ok then, I think I'll take the chance." She laughed.
I think I will too. Santana tought, and she meant it.