Title: Heatwave
Rating: NC-17 (M for Mature)
Pairing: Quinntana, Rachel/Puck, Artie/Other, Finn/Other,
Summary: Takes place five years after they graduate Mckinley, where some of the glee kids move to New York. Santana and Quinn are roommates, surviving paycheck to paycheck. One hot summer night and the AC is not working, smut ensues.
AN: made because Tacosrebellion on Tumblr made a wonderful little drawing, so you can thank her. Also, decided to make it longer than a drabble. Oh and by the way I do not speak any Spanish 9as you could probably tell), I used a translator – so I only copy and pasted. Translations are on the bottom of the chapter, unless Santana translates them to Quinn. If you want to tell me how to say them correctly, PM me.
Santana sat by the window in hopes for a breeze, no luck. Her thin tank top and shorts stuck to her skin as she fanned herself with a magazine. It was the hottest day on record and their AC died the night before. "Wish we had ice," Quinn was sprawled on the couch as their own fan blew hot hair at her, she grumbled and flipped the page of her book she was reading. Her own tank and shorts sticking to her skin, "Q," Santana whined and tossed a bottle cap her way, "We need to get out of here and find somewhere cool."
"Where would we go, we have no money?"
"We can find a store and browse around, we don't have to buy something."
"Santana, when have we ever gone out browsing and not bought something?" Quinn of course had a point and decided to just drop the idea of shopping.
"lets call Rachel her AC works and she's probably home."
"Okay now I know you're hot, you actually want to cal Rachel?"
"She has AC, I'm willing to suffer." A day with Rachel Berry and her AC was better than sweating to death. She couldn't stand another hour in this hell, she grabbed her cell phone from the charger and searched for Rachel's home number. Three rings and the answering machine message kicked in, "she's home I know it."
"You've reached Ms. Rachel Berry, Leave a name, number and agency at the beep." Santana grinned wickedly and cleared her throat right before the beep.
"This is Ms. Tabitha star from New York casting, we have a great new show opening up for you. if you could call us back at-" Their was a click a muffled groan and a hello was heard on the other end.
"Ms. Berry," Santana broke into laughter and she heard a hiss from the other end. "Santana that is not close to being funny."
"I knew you were screening your calls and yes it was actually."
"What do you want and make it snappy, kind of busy."
"The AC broke last night and we need a place to hang for the day, can we come over? I know your angry with me but our apartment is hell right now," Santana heard some moaning from the other end of the phone, she tried to listen more closely. "Quinn," she whispered and waved her over as she placed the phone on speaker. "Rachel."
"You only want me for my AC, Mmm oh yes right there." Santana burst out laughing as Quinn covered her face to hide a blush.
"Are you having an afternooner and do we know the guy?"
"Babe, off." They could hear a groan and a long smooch before Rachel spoke again. "You can't come over right now, as I said – kind of busy. Two, yes I am having sex and three if you knew the person I wouldn't tell you. However, I am having a party tonight around six. Until than I suggest cold shower, see you tonight." without waiting for a reply she hung up the phone.
"Puta, she hung up on me!" Santana grumbled and tossed the phone down beside her. "Its terrible when Rachel Berry can get an afternooner and we can't even get dates." Santana jumped onto the couch and smiled as she stole the fan back from Quinn.
"Hey," Quinn pouted and smacked Santana with a pillow.
"You had it all morning and afternoon, its my turn."
"I'm hot."
"Of course you are, but to show how much I care I'll share with you." Santana scooted over to the edge of the couch. Quinn doing her best to stay a good distance to avoid body heat. "See we can share the fan, just wish the button wasn't broke so we could make it move around." They flipped on the TV and looked at the weather, ninety nine degrees. "Christ." Santana went to the small kitchen and grabbed a frozen bag of peas and carrots, tossing one to Quinn. "Lets cool down for a bit."
"If they defrost I won't eat them later."
"You will if you're hungry, now carrot yourself." They rested back in silence and gave a content sigh as they cooled off with the frozen veggies. "I wonder who Berry was screwing earlier?"
"Its none of our business and she is an adult by the way."
"Yeah but afternoon sex! Its been about six months since I had a body beneath me. Best night ever," She froze when she remembered who her last sex was with, glancing over to Quinn with a grin.
"Best sex ever huh?"
"I was drunk I could be mistaken," She grinned, "sorry didn't mean to bring it up." Quinn and Santana got drunk last Christmas at Rachel's annual party. She of course didn't celebrate Christmas but her friends did and she decided to do it every year for them. At that party Quinn and Santana got so drunk they made out in front of everyone and woke up the next morning in Rachel's bed, Naked and in each other arms. Brittany had woken them up with a large grin on her face, 'I knew you loved her' of course Santana and Quinn denied it and pretended it didn't happen.
"Want to know a secret?" Quinn looked over with a smile, Santana nodded. "It was mine too." Santana blinked a few times and allowed a smile on her face. "I thought it might ruin our friendship, because I know you don't do relationships – thus why Brittany left." Quinn knelt up on her knees and leaned forward. "and since you brought it up, I really want to do it again." Santana shifted and looked right into Quinn's eyes, she wasn't joking. "To forward?"
"No," Santana reached over and ran a hand through Quinn's short hair. The cute cut was perfect for her frame and she kept it since junior year of high school. Santana loved the way it had come out and convinced her to keep it. "its to hot right now but I wouldn't mind kissing you." Santana leaned forward and Quinn met her the rest of the way, lips touching and instantly deepened it. Quinn's hand slipped underneath Santana's tank around the time Santana's hand slid up her own. "Mm, second base." She laughed and pinned Quinn to the couch.
"We need a cold shower," Quinn moaned as Santana's hand slipped underneath her shorts. "Oh god Santana, Mmm way to hot for this."
"You aren't wrong, we might die of dehydration. Do you want me to stop?"
"We should but I-" Their was a knock at the door and they both groaned in frustration. Santana removed her fingers and licked them seductively. "Tease," Santana smacked Quinn's ass as she got up the answer the door. "Mm, gonna wash my hands." she winked and disappeared behind the bedroom door.
Quinn peered out the large door and smiled wide, "Oh my god, Puck!" She opened the door quickly and tossed her arms around him. It had been two years since she had seen him. "You're looking good, Santana!"
"Should go away more often, I got something for you." At that moment Santana walked out of the bedroom with a large smile. "Hey Lopez, do I get a hug?" Quinn broke off her own hug and Puck held out his arms.
"In your dreams Puckerman, what brings you here?"
"Rachel said you needed an air conditioner, I had an extra in the warehouse." He held out his arms for Santana to hug him as Quinn moved out of the way. "Do I get some affection for saving the day?" Rolling her eyes she walked over and gave him a half hug.
"Thanks for the AC, install it in the bedroom please." The window's in the loft apartment were the floor to ceiling kind, the only normal size window was the one in the bathroom and bedroom.
"Sure, give me a second." Puck hauled the AC over his shoulder and headed for the bedroom.
"Rachel told him we needed an air conditioner, he must have been close by."
"Or that's who Rachel was sleeping with, do you think he and Rachel would?"
"I don't want to think about Puck and Rachel," Quinn shook her head to get the image out of her head, but smiled.
"All set ladies, installed and running." Puck smirked and gave both girls a kiss on the temple.
"Thanks Puck, I have a question for you. When we called Rachel were you already over the house?" Santana was smirking as Puck laughed and nodded his head. "I knew it, have you tapped every single girl in Glee club?"
"No, Tina and Mercedes still haven't fallen under my spell."
"They better not, their husbands would kill you."
"True dat, oh and don't tell Rachel you know. She'll kill me," Quinn made a whipping sound and laughed, "Just friends with benefits, nothing serious. See you girls tonight?" They both nodded and locked the door behind him, a second later they were making a quick escape towards the bedroom. The room was small and it was already cooled off.
"Remind me to give Berry a kiss," Quin collapsed onto the bed and sighed happily.
"I think you would scar her for life, Q." Santana sat on the edge of the bed, closing her eyes as she faced the AC. She was finally able to put her hair down, smiling she ruffled it a few times. The feel of the AC felt good on her hot skin but she became distracted when the bed shifted behind her. When the warm tickle of breath hit her ear she shivered, "Quin," she moaned as Quinn rubbed her head against the back of Santana's neck.
"We have three hours before we need to get ready, we're sober and this time I plan on remembering everything." Quinn licked and nibbled on Santana's ear, hand sliding down the front of her tank top. Grinning as Santana slumped into her arms, "Don't say no."
"Wasn't planning on it," She turned and captured her lips, kissing her hard as her hands stroking her face. Find their way to her short golden hair, "Remember where everything goes?" She breathed against her skin.
"God yes," It didn't take long for them to strip each other of all clothing. They kissed and Santana pinned Quinn to the mattress, her hand cupping her right breast. "Harder," Quinn breathed, Santana complied and she arched off the mattress.
"Six months is a long time, very long time."
"Less talking and more fucking." Santana broke the kiss on Quinn neck and gave her an evil smirk.
"Such language, I might have to spank it out of you."
"Don't act like a tease, or when its my turn I will do the same."
"Hrm, promises promises." Santana slid her hand down Quinn's body, teasing every inch of skin. Light grazes that made Quinn writhe underneath her, "Quinn," Santana's licked her lips and let her hand slide between her legs, fingers slipping easily through her lips. She ducked her head close to Quinn ear and moaned, "Usted tan es mojado para mí, yo puedo carajo ustedes día."
"Fuck me,"
"Such a dirty word for such a pristine girl."
"I'm not that pristine and stop referencing breakfast club," Santana slid two fingers slowly into Quinn, slow teasing strokes. "Harder, don't tease me." Santana didn't listen because she wanted to take this slow, she wanted to make Quinn feel and writhe and wiggle underneath her until she was begging. She wanted to make Quinn so hot with need she would open herself completely, so completely that you wouldn't be able to stand it and finally take her. "Oh god, so- can't..." Santana smirked and let her tongue dance across her neck, fingers pumping, body grinding. Santana took Quinn's hand and brought it to her lips, licking two fingers before bringing them down to her opening.
Quinn moaned as her fingers slipped easily into Santana's wet slit, guiding her finger to rub against swollen flesh. She brought her lips to Santana's and kissed her sweetly, her own lust drowned in Santana's own. Her lover's hips rolling as two fingers slid in her deep, "oh my god," They mimicked each others action and soon both girls thrusts became more needy, grinding harder as their hands worked furiously to get them off. Lips and tongue invading each others mouths and soon they screamed each others names. For ten minutes they rested on top of each other, clearing their heads but soon Santana needed more. "I want to taste you." Quinn felt a new wave of arousal hit her and let her eyes flutter closed as Santana started to kiss down her skin. Santana kissed her neck, leaving small bite marks along Quinn's silk skin. Taking her time with each mark, claiming Quinn as her own. Before licking her way down to her breasts, teasing each nipple with a bite before soothing it with her tongue. When she was satisfied with the way her nipples stood she continued to kiss her way down. Her hand slid out between Quinn's legs and she licked the clean with a giant grin, Quinn watching through lidded eyes. "Prueba como dulces, Quinn." She lowered her head and inhaled her scent, shivers ran down her spine. It had been so long since she went down on a girl, "open your legs, Quinn." Santana gave Quinn's nipples a light pinch and a twist, causing her to moan in pleasure. She slid the tip of her tongue to catch the moisture just outside and licked her lips, she blew air and Quinn's hips rolled and thrust up – Santana slapped her thigh. "No."
"Ouch," Quinn reached down and tugged on Santana's hair.
"Won't happen again if you keep that ass on the bed." Without warning Santana slid her tongue over Quinn's bundle of nerves, grinning as she quivered but kept her ass on the mattress. "Good girl," She could see Quinn holding onto the sheets tightly, bunching them within her hands. "You taste so good, so wet and so ready for me."
"I love it when you talk dirty," Quinn grinned wickedly.
"Do you want me to say more?" Quinn nodded and licked her lips. "Usted tan es mojado para mí, yo puedo carajo ustedes día." Santana pulled her hand away and tasted Quinn again, smiling.
"English Santana," Quinn pulled the latina up to her and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. "If you say dirty things I want to understand." Quinn ran her fingers through Santana's long hair as she rested on her shoulder. Santana's hands tracing lazy patterns across her skin, giving her goosebumps. "I love you." and with no hesitation Santana lifted her head and kissed Quinn directly on the lips.
"I will always love you." They dozed off for the next hour, Quinn getting up to use the bathroom had woken Santana and when she got back they cuddled some more. "Want to know a secret?" Quinn nodded and placed with a strain of Santana's hair. "I loved you since high school."
"Really?"
"Yes, want to know another secret?" Quinn smiled and nodded again, "so did Brittany and don't tell her I told you." Santana nibble on Quinn's bottom lip and smiled, tongue sliding over to sooth the sting of her bite.
"We should get ready for the party tonight, we need to thank Rachel for the AC."
"I believe you're right, shes might even get a hug from me."
AN: shall I do another chapter? Review and let me know.
Translations
Prueba como dulces, Quinn.. - You Taste like candy, Quinn.
Usted tan es mojado para mí, yo puedo carajo ustedes día. = You are so wet for me, i can fuck you all day.