A/N: I plan this to be multi-chaptered story, so any suggestions and thoughts are very much welcome. It's going to be a story of coming to terms with the relationship and everyday struggle with it, mostly. I'm not very good at updating, but I'll try hard not to make the time between chapters long.
So, without further ado, here's Safe and Sound.
Chapter one: Just close your eyes (the sun is going down)
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"What if we changed this... thing?" Quinn asks one night while they're all still hazed by the after-sex atmosphere in the room.
"Um, change how?" Rachel confusedly asks, not really sure what she's talking about.
"No, no fucking way. I am not getting myself into this. It's just sex, for goodness sake." Santana responds quickly after Rachel, knowing exactly what Quinn wants to do.
"We spent a lot of time together this week." Quinn points out to her smartly as Rachel lays her head down on her shoulder. That's nothing new because the diva needs someone to cuddle with post sex and Santana has only done that once and it was only because Quinn wasn't actually there and she and Rachel had a moment; not because she is a softie.
"Yeah, but most of it was sex." Santana is quick to counter her; she is definitely not okay with this. Quinn will find a way to make her change her mind.
"I wouldn't mind." Rachel adds tiredly, closing her eyes swiftly after and sighing out contently while Quinn wraps her arms around her.
"There you go Santana. You have a choice to make now; be with us or give up the sex completely." The blonde offers, smiling as she looks down at Rachel.
"You're fucking crazy if you think I will be in a three-way relationship with the midget and you, Barbie. If that means no sex with you, then that's it. You're not the best, anyway." Santana says, throwing her clothes on rapidly after she stands up from Quinn's bed.
"As if." Quinn tells her, scoffing. "No one has to know, you know." She adds loudly when Santana is out of her room and Rachel shifts a little but is still as sleepy as she was before. "Sleep, baby." She whispers softly and then kisses Rachel's head.
They wake up as they fell asleep, without much change from last night.
"Is this going to work?" Rachel is first to break the silence in the room.
"Is what going to work?" Quinn asks, beating around the bush as much as she could, not really having a reason for it.
"This… relationship." The diva explains further, snuggling a little closer to Quinn, who only smiles at her movement.
"I hope so." She says, not wanting to think about the complicated stuff. She hopes that Santana will come around to this idea and they could all go through it together like they mostly have during the last three months, for how long they've slept together. It started as a drunken mistake at an overcrowded party, but now Quinn and Rachel wanted more.
Santana just didn't know it was going to go away this fast. She couldn't imagine being with two people at the same time, much less being with Rachel and Quinn at the same time. She liked, no loved, the sex, but it's always been just that to her; sex. Now she had to think about including dates and hanging out; she just didn't know if she was the right person for that.
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It goes on for just a week with just her and Rachel and then Santana comes over one day suddenly, while she's still knuckle deep in Rachel, who can't seem to stop herself from moaning out loudly.
"This doesn't mean I'm going to take you out on dates or that mushy stuff." Santana makes sure to tell them as she takes her clothes off as quickly as she possibly can.
"Sure it doesn't." Quinn can only say.
"I'm not taking anyone on dates or walking hand in hand through the school hallways. I'm not being any different than I was before this crazy idea came to your mind." She directs at Quinn, who turns to look at her and gapes, already prepared with a strap-on attached to herself.
"It's been a long time since I had you on all fours, Barbie, don't act so surprised." The Latina says as she climbs up on the bed and Rachel is enjoying every bit of this. From how Quinn instantly gets into position while still thrusting three fingers into her to how Santana can't hide her smirk when she sees how wet the blonde actually is.
It's the most shattering feeling, Rachel concludes, when she's being thoroughly pleasured and watching Santana move in and out of Quinn briskly, almost not letting her get the full enjoyment but still knowing what she does, at the same time. It's what she always loved.
And later, when she's the one being in Quinn's position, except the blonde now manipulates the strap-on and Santana is getting herself ready on the other side of the bed, Rachel can't help but yell out how she really feels during those moments. She almost moved away from Quinn to properly thank Santana for doing this with them, but she waits out until she rides out her orgasm before going over to suck on her clit and taste her arousal with just as much pleasure as she had when Quinn took her.
It's a pretty good deal, they all come to the conclusion once they're resting and Rachel's head is once more on Quinn, the only difference from a week ago is that now Santana has her hand placed on Quinn's stomach as she tries to even out her breathing.
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The first trouble comes the next day, when they're all at the table, having breakfast that Quinn's mom made before going out and wishing them to have a nice time on their sleepover; thank God that she isn't home most of the time to hear what's going on.
"Hobbit, pass me the salt. These eggs are awful without it." It's most definitely Santana that says it and Quinn just shakes her head at first.
"You know, you don't talk like that to someone who's in a relationship with you." She informs her quickly after and motions for Rachel not to get the salt.
"It's okay; I'm used to it, Quinn." The tiny brunette responds, shrugging.
"The point is that you shouldn't have to be." The blonde answers her and glares at Santana afterwards, prompting her to amend her way of speaking to Rachel.
"Fine, fine. Will you please pass me the salt, Hobbit?" Santana makes a smart ass remark and grins when she sees that Quinn definitely didn't mean that when she almost gets up from her chair and storms out like Rachel sometimes does. Almost. "Rachel." Santana emphasizes, smirking at Quinn. "Could you pass me the salt?"
"Sure." The other brunette shrugs quickly. She doesn't get why Quinn is making her do this, but she likes being called by her name out of the bed and it's refreshing to hear Santana of all people call her that.
"There, Blondie, happy now?" Santana gets the salt and puts it on her eggs and Rachel wrinkles her nose at the food that's in her plate when she glances over; Thank God that they've been over so many times and Judy has remembered that she's vegan this time.
"Yeah." Quinn smiles softly and Santana can only shake her head once she looks at her. This was still absurd in her opinion. "Very." The blonde adds after some time and she means it with her whole heart. Rachel just smiles in her direction and goes back to eating while Santana scowls and shakes her head.
"Just, for the love of God, stop being all smiley and cuddly; it's hurting my eyes." Santana says, though she finds Rachel's smile warm and mostly calming when they're outside of the school, she wouldn't object if she smiled more, actually.
"You love it." Quinn reads right through her, like she has the power to read minds. But it's not that. For being friends so long, it's a wonder that Santana manages to keep some secrets to herself at nowadays.
"Just don't make me do it." The Latina's only response comes a minute later and she somewhat manages to convince herself that that will be the case in the future.
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Rachel's not sure about all of this, but she goes along with it since Quinn suggested it. It couldn't end up as badly as it did with Finn, surely, and she wasn't scared; especially at nights.
At nights when Quinn holds her tightly to herself and Santana is right on the other side of the blonde. She doesn't have any kind of contact with her still, outside of spending time together, but Quinn assures her that it's going to be alright one day.
One day could be a long time after today, but she happily accepts it. Santana at least kept the number of insults per day low and then apologized through sex later. It's mind-blowing and sweet at the same time and she can't help it but be as loud as she can. Santana teases her about that, too, but Quinn can see that she is enjoying it as much as Rachel is, so she isn't fooling her at least.
"I'm scared." Rachel whispers to Quinn one night when it's just the two of them in the room and Santana is almost there.
"Of what?" The blonde asks quickly, lowering her hand to Rachel's back and stroking it lightly, calmingly. "You can tell me everything."
"Of what Santana wants out of this. What if she hurts us?" She asks, burying her head into Quinn's neck and sighing softly as they hear footsteps signaling that Santana is almost there from her mandatory midnight snack and brushing her teeth afterwards because Rachel doesn't want to kiss her when she tastes like meat.
"Then I'll be here for you, but she won't hurt us." Quinn manages to reply to her before they see the light coming into the room from the hallway when the door is opened.
Santana pretends that she hasn't heard what they were talking about through the door, but she has and she has to admit that, out of three of them, she is the one most likely to break their hearts later on, if they're still together. She can deny it as much as she wants, but it doesn't mean that hurts any less that they're even thinking about it.
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They come to terms of the relationship soon enough, though, and Quinn and Rachel know that Santana is as invested in the relationship as they are but really doesn't want to show that. It's okay, though, because she tried to look interested at the dinner that Rachel recently made for them at her house and doesn't actually call her names anymore.
That might have had something to do with Quinn and hers talk after Rachel left Quinn's house, but still, it's appreciated. Quinn's fascinated by not only that, though, because that was easy, but also because it seems that Rachel is actually growing on Santana and that's always good.
Currently, they're at Santana's house and watching a, in her opinion, terrible movie that no one other than Rachel picked out. But she gave her this cute pout that gave away that she was never getting her way again if Rachel figures out that it's her weak spot from now on.
The diva is laying on Santana, literally, and isn't watching the movie at all because she's much closer to sleep than she would like to admit it aloud. It's still okay, though Quinn was definitely worried about what Santana might have done once she saw it. But she didn't say a word and everything is most likely fine. The Latina doesn't want to watch the movie, but Quinn seems to enjoy it, so she stands up with, now sleeping, Rachel in her arms and turns to her before speaking.
"I'm going to put her in the bed, I'll come here later." She whispers softly and gains only a nod in response and not even one glance. She goes upstairs and lays Rachel down on her bed, putting the cover over her because it's winter and the heating is not working. She hesitates, but leans down and plants a small kiss on Rachel's forehead before she goes back to Quinn. "She's already asleep." Santana comments as she takes a seat next to her and Quinn is sniffling softly, taking a hold of her arm before putting her head on her shoulder.
"He died, San." She says and Santana can now see what she got herself into. Somehow, it's too late for her to care that there are calming words coming out of her mouth at the moment and that Quinn is practically crying into her shirt. She watches the credits roll and stands up slowly, reaching her hand out for Quinn to take.
"Come on, sap." Santana says softly and Quinn grabs her hand and gets up after her. "It's just a movie." She throws her arm around the blonde's shoulder and leads them up to her room, where Rachel is letting out light snores on the bed and Santana has to chuckle.
She gets Quinn safely into the bed and then lays down in the middle. They're her girls now, she might as well get used to it already; at least when no one can see them and she is allowed to be somewhat emotional.
With one arm around Rachel who's already curled up to her and the other one around still crying Quinn, Santana can say contently that it's the best feeling all day and she can forget everything that's going on in her life at the moment happily; not that she'd say that aloud, but still, it's nice to even think about it.
So she closes her eyes, even though it's far too early to go to bed, but she will, for Quinn and Rachel, because she isn't going to disappoint them now.
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