A/N: So there's not enough g!p Quinntana fics in my opinion so I thought I'd do my bit for the fandom. This is just a quick chapter of an idea I've had for a little while, I'll continue it if people like and want me to, let me know what you thought, thanks.
Pacific Palisades, where the mountains meet the sea. It's home to some of Los Angeles most prestigious businesses, schools, and people, not to mention the one and only 'Fabray Country Club'. Mr Russel Fabray's pride and joy, he's the boss man around here. I looked down at the towel draped across my thighs, running my finger over the gold, embroidery that shaped the 'F' in Fabray's Country Club, gleaming back at me in the afternoon sun. I was pulled out of my own little world at the grumbling sound of Russel Fabray clearing his throat from below.
"Aren't you supposed to be surveying the pool or something... Uh, Santana" He said, with a wave of his hand, squinting in the sun to check the name stitched into the left side of my polo shirt below the Country Club's fancy logo.
I had to refrain from rolling my eyes in front of him, of course he didn't know my name. I'd worked here for six months straight already and he had only just managed to speak to me in English, proper English. Not that 'If I say things really slow and loud, you'll understand me' kind of English.
Regaining my posture in the chair, I gazed around a little awkwardly, hating to converse with the man if I really didn't have to. "Sorry, Mr Fabray… I just got a little caught up in a daydream. It won't happen again, sir. The pool is in good hands, I promise" I said, with a sickly sweet smile down to him, eyeing the bead of sweat running down from his receding hairline with a slight grimace.
He huffed a little, running his fingers through short blonde hair "I certainly hope so. Back to work" He ordered in a low tone before walking off in the opposite direction to some of his balding golfing buddies by the looks of things. It was a hard life, huh?
Letting out a soft sigh of relief, I scanned the pool even though there were only a couple of swimmers in today, it was a Tuesday and not a particularly busy day at the Club. I watched as they swam the length of the pool, West Coast sun beating down on them as the water beaded off their skin, I so wish that was me right now. Before you say it, it's not my plan to stay working here forever, hell it wasn't even my plan to work here at all. But you don't always get a choice in the matter, you just have to play the cards you're dealt.
Spotting a familiar face across the pool, Puck threw a wink in my direction, gliding the net through the water to catch the fallen leaf that was floating around, spoiling the perfect image the Country Club had created for its wealthy guests. I grinned over at him, nodding for him to head over to me. See, Puck was like a brother to me, he was family. We met when I started working here and although he likes to profusely deny it, he definitely tried to hit on me a few times. Let's just say that I put a sudden end to that when he walked in on me and some spoiled daddy's girl at the club in the linen closet, I forget her name. My red lifeguard shorts around my ankles and her legs tightly wrapped around my waist, finger nails digging into the tan skin of my back. I tossed around a few jokes about Puck liking dick, but he knew it was harmless because I often got as good as I gave and ever since then we've been best bro's.
"Sup Lopez, how are you on this fine morning?" He smirked up at me as he leaned on the edge of my chair, making sure to glance at the two girls as they walked past us both, licking his lips as he looked them up and down.
I chuckled lightly at him, shaking my head a little, he never was one to be sly about things "You know how it is Puckerman, same old" I shrugged, following his line of sight to the girls he was ogling and I had to admit the blonde had a fine ass on her.
"That blonde is just waiting for you to make your move, S. She's just your type. Not me though, nope. I'm still looking for my Jewish princess" He shrugged a little, grinning up at me with the pool net still firmly in his hand. He loved his job, in his eyes he was living the dream. We worked in the days out in the LA sun, we got to talk to all the hottest girls in town and then we'd party every weekend, living the American dream as Puck would say.
I nudged his shoulder with my sneaker at his remark, laughing softly, my eyes still fixated on the blonde swaying her hips along the side of the pool, making it look like a damn runway with that body. She took a seat with her shorter, brunette friend who Puck was wiggling his eyebrows at, he was so cheesy it was almost embarrassing. The blonde took the straw from her glass between her lips, sipping on some fruity concoction the bar had made up for her, dark sunglasses covering her eyes but I knew she was staring at me, I could feel it as my lips turned up into a smirk. She moved the sunglasses up to sit on the top of her head, pushing her blonde locks out of the way from her eyes. If it was possible, that just made her even more attractive to me, brilliant hazel eyes gleaming as she trapped her bottom lip gently between her teeth to hide her smile as she looked over at me.
"Damn… Did you see that, she's totally checking me out, Puck" I muttered with a grin down to him "Blondie is gorgeous, am I right?" I said, making him tear his eyes away from the brunette for a moment.
He ran his hands through his short black hair, flexing his muscles quite obviously to get the smaller girls attention, although it didn't seem to be working the way he expected as she blushed, burying her nose shyly back into the book she had brought with her.
I laughed to myself a little at the exchange, stopping abruptly when Puck scurried quickly back to work at the sight of Mr Fabray. He was holding his hands out towards the blonde, fingers laced with solid gold expensive looking rings, he liked to show off his wealth to everyone and anyone, especially at the Country Club. I raised my eyebrows at the interaction between the two, how the hell did he know her?
"My Quinny, you're here! I'm so glad you're back from France, how was Paris? Did you and Rachel have a good time?" He asked, pressing a kiss to the blonde's head while she looked slightly uncomfortable. Looping his thumbs through his belt loops he stood by the two girls, unaware that I was watching the exchange curiously from my seat.
The brunette smiled politely at him and the blonde, while Quinn did the same, avoiding too much conversation "It was lovely daddy, thank you for paying for us…" She said sweetly. Oh no.
Me and Puck shared a wide eyed glance at what we had both just heard and I mouthed over to him "Off limits" shaking my hand in a cut throat motion across my neck as he nodded once in agreement. Of course girls were the fun part of the job but hell no was I going anywhere near Russel Fabray's precious daughter and to add it into the mix she was his only child. It was a death sentence to put it lightly. We had yet to see her at the Club and now she had made an appearance you can bet she would be getting a whole lot of attention and a whole lot of employees wouldn't be around for much longer. I was steering clear of that.
It was nearing the end of the working day at Fabray's Country Club and the sun was low in the sky, the guests were mostly in the bar at this point and the grounds were only occupied by white polo's like my own. I had spent the day avoiding the looks I was receiving from Quinn Fabray, trying to stay focused on manning the pool rather than the seductive looks she was throwing my way constantly, it was no easy task.
Pulling my polo shirt off and slipping out of my sneakers I stood at the edge of the pool, stretching my arms and my back out with a sigh, this was my favourite part of the day, the reason I worked here. Swimming was the only thing that really got me by, I swam at the end of every shift here at the Club and it made me feel like I had a purpose again, like I wasn't just a slave to Russel Fabray. I could've had a scholarship, you know. I could've gone to college, I was the best in my swim team but the scouts chose the next best swimmer. I guess 'cause she didn't have anything 'extra' like me. I have every right to be bitter about it now.
Taking a deep breath, I flexed my arms out in front of me and my body entered the water, instantly I felt alive again and all negative thoughts seemed to wash away with the water. I swam up to surface, gliding through the water quickly as I swam the length of the pool. I didn't notice the blonde on her own, camera in her hand as she snapped pictures of me in the pool. Once I had done enough laps for the day, I pulled myself up and got out of the water, running my hand through my wet hair, water droplets running across my tan skin. I was a little out of breath after that swim or out of practise, whichever way you want to see it.
Catching sight of the girl again, I quirked my brow at her, thinking she had long left for the day. My gaze fell to the camera in her hand as I grabbed my towel from the chair, wrapping it around my shoulders.
She walked over to me cautiously, holding the camera firmly in her hand "Hey… I hope you don't mind, you looked great out there. I took a couple of photos, for my portfolio. I can show you?" She asked, her voice sweeter than honey and her eyes just drawing me in.
I cleared my throat, shoving my things into my bag and avoiding eye contact "I uh… Thanks. No, it's cool you can keep em'." I hated to be rude to her but there was no way I could afford to lose my job over a quick fuck. It's not like I wasn't interested in her, 'cause have you seen the girl? She's gorgeous. But she was bad news for me.
Quinn tucked her hair behind her ear, frowning a little at me, I felt like her eyes were looking straight into my mind and thoughts, I didn't like it one bit. This cannot happen. "It's just pictures you know, I'm not trying to get you in trouble with my father. He's a snob anyway…" She said softly with a sigh, hating the fact she had to introduce him as family when she was nothing like him at all. The only thing she appeared to have inherited was his blonde hair.
Picking my sneakers up and slinging my bag over my shoulder I stood up straight, swallowing thickly as she ran her eyes over my body, why did she have to make this so difficult? "Yeah, that might be true but like I said, keep the pictures. Sorry, Quinn… I have to go get changed". I mumbled lamely, inwardly cursing at myself as I headed to get changed, leaving the blonde behind.
Friday rolled around quickly, thank Christ and I hadn't seen Quinn at the Country Club since. I can't say I wasn't disappointed in a way but I knew what I was doing was for the best, I can't be an experiment to my bosses daughter for one night only. It just wasn't worth it.
I dropped Sam off at work on Fridays because he always started earlier so he could finish early afternoon. He worked as a fitness instructor at the Country Club and we worked out together sometimes, he was a good guy, you know.
"So heard anything from Fabray's daughter since Tuesday?" He asked, curiously, clutching his gym bag in one hand and water bottle in the other, taking a quick sip.
I shook my head at him "Nothing. It's a dangerous game, Trouty!" I laughed, heading towards the pool "Catch you later", I said waving to him as we went our separate ways to begin work.
Breathing in the fresh Riviera air and revelling in the quiet of the Country Club at this time in the morning when the pool was empty, I made my way over to my locker. What I wasn't expecting was to bump into Russel Fabray on my way there.
"Mr Fabray… Good morning" I smiled politely at him, expecting him to move out of my way. My smile faltered when he didn't move, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his golfing trousers. "Can I help with something, sir?" I asked nervously.
"I hear you're a great swim coach, I have plenty of glowing reviews from my guests and it just so happens that my daughter thinks you're an exceptional swimmer too. She wants to compete, so she needs to learn from the best at the Club" He smiled smugly at me, patting my shoulder a little bit in an attempt to be friendly. "She'll be with you at three o'clock sharp" He said, briskly walking away as he shouted behind him "Don't be late!"
"Fuck…" I mumbled under my breath, resting my head on the locker with a deep sigh.
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