"I'm going to give you a makeover, and then we'll be best friends."
Because, yes, it really is that easy when you're thirteen.
"Whatever, Lucy." Santana snaps, crossing her arms over her dangerously snug tank top.
"Quinn." She reminds, trying to keep her tone neutral, as per Brittany's request. "There was a-a mix up on the attendance sheet, Lopez." Quinn falters, trying to get moisture to return to her lips.
"Like it matters." Santana grins, reminding Quinn of her Gangee's old orange and white cat right before it pounced on her poor, unasuming lizard years back. It unnerves her, to say the least. Quinn nervously fumbles to dislodge her makeup kit from her hand-me-down Roxy backpack. She places it delicately on the library's study table, as if it contained gold or the answers to next week's Bio test or the secret to life-long happiness. But, it kind of did contain the last one. At least for teenaged girls.
She snapped open the case with a satisfying click. She remembered sitting on her sister's quilt, seeing how many Cheetos she could fit in her mouth, transfixed by the older, thinner girl. She couldn't take her eyes off her as she smiled to find her cheekbones while applying rosy blush, as she pursed her lips to line them in maroon, as she softly popped open her mouth to coat her lashes with jet black mascara. And every time, without fail, she would turn to "little" Lucy and ask "How do I look?" Although it was never a question, it was always a test. And no matter how hard Quinn gushed, she never earned a hug and an offer to have royal blue swept over her her lids and pink on her lips. Her sister's only response was to stare distainfully at the cheese dust on her quilt.
"Ready?" Quinn inquires, shaking off the memory, her ponytail hitting the sides of her face gently. Santana looked away, uncrossing her arms as an answer.
"Pucker." Quinn commanded, using her "Scary Quinn" voice (as dubbed by Brittany.) Santana submitted, sticking out her dark lips. As Quinn touched her lip crayon to Santana's lips, she became fully aware of how close she was to her lips. It was ,like, full on Adam and Eve realizing they were naked for the first time. Quinn placed a hand on her should to steady herself, and surprisingly, Santana didn't pull away in disgust. She only lockes eyes with Quinn, looking most innocent and child-like. Quinn wondered if maybe at one time, Santana had sat on that bed too, waiting for her turn with the eye shadow palette.
"Where'd you get all the makeup?" Sanatana asks, as close as her voice can get to being conversational.
"Uhh... Sephora, MAC... my sister." And she involuntary look down at that last one.
"Oh, cool." And they won't look each other in the eyes. "Does she go to the high school?" Quinn nodded, streaking the lipstick slightly. "Oops." She rubbed her thumb over the edge of her bottom lip, unintentionally trying to stretch the moment out.
"It's a pretty shade." Santana whispers, flustered for the first time since Quinn's known her. She hoped her thumb isn't rough on Santana's skin.
"It's called Raindrops on Roses." Quinn mutters, capping it.
"Lame." Santana coughs, suddenly focused on an unevenly stacked pile of books.
"Yeah." Quinn giggles breathlessly. "Blue liner?" She's unresponsive, so you start applying, turning her head forcfully towards you. She finally looks at you again, this time with interest.
Two seamless swipes on top of the lid later, and Quinn's elbow is firmly in her lap, pressed against the silver button on her jeans. They both laugh nervously.
"Blush time." Quinn mumbles, although Santana's cheeks are naturally flushed by this point. Quinn, so shakily, presses the blush brush awkwardly onto Santan'a left cheek as she forces a smile. Excess dust falls onto her black tanktop. Quinn can't help but stare softly. When she looks up, Santana's glossy lips quirk.
And they kiss.
Santana finally pounces.
And suddenly things aren't so easy anymore.