Just a Summer Thing
Set during the Summer Break after Nationals. Brittany and Santana are trying to patch up their rocky friendship, Santana's heart is slowly breaking and Quinn is desperately lonely…I'm not gonna lie to you; theres not actually that much plot...it's basically just smut with some extremely vague semblance of plot…hopefully…maybe…Well i hope you enjoy it... Drop me a review if you're inclined to and you've got an extra minute and let me know what you think...
Disclaimer: I don't own glee. If I did, it'd be a whole show about Brittany and Santana getting their mack on. With the occasional musical number. Now that'd be a show!
Glee
"Pass the chips Tubbers," Santana demanded, barely lifting her head from where it rested on Quinn's pillow. Both girls were lounging on Quinn's bed, both wearing Daisy Dukes and singlet tops to try and fight the heat.
"What's the magic word?" Quinn asked mockingly, unscrewing the top of a bottle of nail polish.
"Fuck you. Give me the chips, I'm hungry!" Santana replied, her signature smirk in place. Quinn tossed the bag at her and it landed on her face. Santana pulled it off with one hand while flipping Quinn off with the other.
"You're such a charmer Santana," Quinn shot at her.
"Shut it Tubbers," Santana said around a mouthful of chips. "Do mine next," she gestured at the nail polish in the blonde's hand and wiggling her hand at her.
"If you stop calling me 'Tubbers' and say please," Quinn didn't even glance up from where she was carefully painting her fingernails. They lapsed into companionable silence for a while and Quinn couldn't help but feel like this was all so surreal. She and Santana had never been close, each one just keeping the other around for her own social benefit. They were both close with Brittany and she had always been the buffer between them, stopping them from killing each other at the first opportunity. But Brittany had told Santana at the start of the summer that she felt they needed some time apart to figure out where they stood and had gone off to her Nana's house in Arizona for four weeks. Santana had turned up at Quinn's the day after Brittany left, looking like a little lost puppy, and Quinn's own loneliness had stopped her from turning the other girl away. That was two weeks ago and surprisingly it hadn't taken the two long to get comfortable with each other. Without the competitiveness of the Cheerios and her jealousy of Quinn's Head Cheerleader status, Santana, despite still being a sharp-tongued, snarky bitch, was actually fairly laidback and easygoing.
Santana hauled herself up to sit against Quinn's headboard, slowly munching on chips and watching the blonde as she concentrated hard on painting her nails perfectly. For her part she couldn't believe they tentative friendship they had formed either. The day Brittany had left for Arizona, Santana had sat on her bed, never having felt so lonely in her whole life. She had no other friends and nowhere else to go. She considered Quinn but told herself she would die before she tried to make friends with her. Then her older sister Renata had started fucking her boyfriend in the room next door and Santana decided making friends with Quinn sounded pretty good. She had turned up on the doorstep, half expecting to be turned away. When Quinn had let her in, she had recognised that the blonde was as lonely as she was. They had spent almost every day together since then. Quinn finished her painting and blew on her nails to dry the polish as Santana watched her intently.
"Stop staring," Quinn told her, glaring out of the corner of her eye.
"I'll stare if I want to," Santana shot back, leaning back a little more, pushing her chest forward just so and shooting a sultry look at the blonde.
"Stop trying to get into my pants Lopez. I don't bat for your team," Quinn's HBIC face was firmly in place but Santana caught the waiver in her voice and stored it for later analysis.
"What team would that be?" Santana asked. Trying to hide a nervous waiver in her own voice.
"Oh come on. I know you Santana. You're about as straight as a dog's hind leg," Quinn shuffled closer, yanking one of Santana's hands into her lap and uncapping the nail polish bottle. "It's ok, y'know," she added as she set to work. Santana stayed silent and when Quinn glanced up at her, the other girl's face was impenetrable. Quinn was painting in silence, becoming more frustrated by the second with the way Santana's hand sat stiffly on her thigh, she was clenching too hard for Quinn to be able to get the sides of her nails without painting on the finger next to it. "If you want these to look anything close to neat you need to relax your hand," Quinn told her, exasperated. Santana swallowed hard and slowly relaxed her hand, carefully flattening her palm against the blonde's warm bare thigh. Quinn took no notice, pleased her request had been followed, and went back to her careful painting. Santana for her part was in hell. She hadn't had sex in months and there was only so much satisfaction to be gained from getting herself off. With the weirdness between her and Brittany they had stopped sleeping together and Puck was way more interested in getting into Lauren's pants to want to have sex with Santana. Santana was so very horny and right now her traitorous body was reacting very strongly to Quinn's touch. Santana's hand felt like it was on fire from the heat of Quinn's bare skin against hers and it sent tingles throughout her body which all settled low in her abdomen. She sighed in relief as Quinn finished the first hand and grabbed for the other. Then she had to sit through the torture all over again while Quinn painted the nails of her left hand. When she was finally done Santana made sure to keep plenty of space between them, trying to will her body to calm down.
Quinn had noticed Santana's slight trembling and uneven breathing as she had flattened her palm against her thigh and had studiously ignored it. Santana's sex drive was ridiculous and Quinn figured that considering she hadn't gotten any action in months it wasn't surprising that she reacted to touching Quinn that way. She figured if she pretended to be none the wiser then Santana would sort herself out. She was very aware of the distance that the Latina put between them.
Glee!
Since Quinn's mom was away for the weekend Santana insisted on staying over and watching some DVD's that she had brought with her. She had just bought the set and was insistent that Quinn would love this show and so that night they found themselves settling on either end of the couch, a bowl of popcorn between them as Santana hit play for the first DVD.
Two hours later and Quinn was squirming on the couch. She had realised as soon as the first episode had started playing, why Santana had refused to tell her what the series was. Quinn would never have let her bring them into the house had she known it was the L-Word. The Christian in her tried to revolt, to make her turn it off and berate Santana for trying to make her watch it. The hormonal teenager in her was riveted to the screen.
Santana realised after the first episode how bad an idea this had been. She had just wanted to get a reaction out of Quinn, to see her freak out and run around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to turn the tv off. She hadn't expected this. She couldn't take her eyes off of the blonde at the other end of the couch. Quinn was staring at the tv, rarely blinking, her bottom lip was caught between her teeth and every so often her teeth would clamp down then she would slip her pink tongue out to soothe the bite. It was driving Santana crazy, more crazy than the pale fingers that played with the hem of her daisy dukes, stoking against her bare legs. A couple of times Santana had seen those fingers wander higher before Quinn's mind caught up with her hand and she shifted it away again. Santana had no idea what was going on on the TV. She was far too busy watching Quinn. She didn't even realise that they had gotten through the first disc until Quinn turned to look at her, her eyes dark.
"I want to know what its like," she rasped out.
"What what is like?" Santana asked, her own voice raspy and trembling with arousal. Quinn was quiet a moment. Then she had pushed off from her end of the couch, shifting to lie on top of Santana, her mouth crashing against the shocked Latina's. It only took a second for Santana to start kissing back. Quinn kissed her so fiercely that Santana thought she was going to come right then and there and she ripped her mouth away from the blonde's, moaning uncontrollably. Quinn's hands were everywhere, one trailing up her stomach, up between her breasts and back down while the other popped the button on her daisy dukes. Santana writhed uncontrollably as Quinn's hand slid into her underwear, fingers slipping easily over her clit.
"Ohhhhh," Quinn moaned at the feel of Santana's wetness. Santana regained enough mind to remember that she was no bottom and flipped them both off of the couch, her hands quickly cupping the back of Quinn's head to protect it from hitting the floor as she landed on top of her. Santana's mouth found the blonde's and she kissed her hard as she yanked Quinn's hand out of her underwear. She pulled out of the kiss, shooting the blonde a sultry look before sucking pale fingers into her mouth, cleaning them. Quinn whined and her eyes darkened even more at the sight. Santana all but ripped Quinn's flimsy singlet top off, immediately caressing her breasts with her fingers., rolling and pinching her nipples until Quinn was moaning breathlessly underneath her, tossing her head back and forth uncontrollably. Quinn didn't know this level of pleasure existed. Sure she had touched herself and it felt good but this? There were no words for this. Santana's mouth was on her breasts, lingering briefly on each one before travelling lower. As her tongue flicked into the blonde's belly button, her hands undid the button of her daisy dukes.
"Stop me now Quinn. Or I won't be able to," Santana husked out.
"Fuck no," Quinn moaned in reply. "Stop- ugh- and I'll fucking kill you." Hearing the curses slip from Quinn's lips almost sent Santana over the edge and she distracted herself by unceremoniously yanking the blonde's shorts and panties down her legs and off, throwing them away before gently grasping Quinn's ankles and pushing them back causing her knees to bend and drop out to the sides.
"Oh god," Santana moaned at the sight of the soaking flesh in front of her.
"Santana please!" Quinn begged, reaching out and trying to tug the brunette closer. Santana quickly removed her own clothes and then settled on her stomach between the blonde's bent knees and lowered her head, wasting no time and flicking her tongue against her clit. Quinn bucked up hard and Santana had to press her hips down.
"Try to keep them down," Santana directed, before reattaching her mouth to the girl's clit, simultaneously bringing her fingers up to circle her entrance. She pushed one in at first and Quinn cried out at the welcome intrusion. After a few thrusts in and out Santana pulled the finger out and added a second, curling them as she sucked on Quinn's clit hard. Quinn came hard with a scream that Santana was almost sure would have the neighbours calling the police.
As Santana kissed her way back up Quinn's stomach and chest she positioned her legs on either side of one of Quinn's thighs and drove her hips down, crying out at the delicious contact. She jumped when a hand slipped between her and the thigh and Quinn, after fumbling a little, pressed two fingers into Santana.
"Oh god, more Quinn, one more," Santana begged. Quinn pulled her fingers out and pushed in again with three. Santana cried out even louder this time and began to ride Quinn's fingers and thigh. It didn't take long before her orgasm crashed over her and she collapsed in a sweaty heap on top of her friend. AS they both lay quietly, recovering, Santana wondered what the hell was going to happen now…
Glee
This will probably be a two or three chapter smut-fest. The serious writer in me is somewhat ashamed at the almost complete lack of plot in this one…oh well ;-P