Santana shifted her weight from one leg to the other, her eyes scanning over the dance floor anxiously.
She knew Brittany would be here, she knew that she'd be there with him, so why did it hurt so much?
She could feel the muscles in her arms humming, the cause was a combination of nerves and the urge to wrap the blonde up in them. Her blonde…
She shook her head, mentally checking herself. 'This is stupid.'
Taking a deep sip from her champagne, Santana swirled the remaining liquid instead of letting her leg jump as it was twitching to. When her eyes found neither Brittany or Sam, she let out a small sigh of relief. Several minutes then passed without incident, or sight of the two blondes.
Pushing herself off of the bar, Santana debated where and who she wanted to hang with.
Her body stiffened suddenly as two long, pale arms wrapped intimately around her waist from behind.
'What the hell?!' Santana thought, beginning to panic. A blush tinting her cheeks as the arms squeezed her a little tighter.
"Miss me?" A warm voice whispered against her ear. The warmth of the other woman's breath sent a shiver down the brunette's spine. Santana's body relaxed into the taller form behind her as she recognized the voice.
"Quinn?" Santana asked, her tone borderline wary. The blonde's eyes twinkled as the red oscillating light moved above them and back over the dance floor. "Where'd you come from? I didn't see you after the Sue's speech…"
Quinn nodded. "Yeah, I ducked out for a bit." She responded coolly, releasing the shorter girl so that she could face her. "Mom wanted me to call her and let her know how everything went, both with the wedding and my trip."
"I see." Santana swirled her drink again. "You staying in Lima for a few days?"
"Thinking about it." Quinn shrugged. "What about you? I heard you're up in New York now…" she asked, biting her lip and leaning back against the bar.
"Yeah, I am." Santana confirmed, "It's nice up there. A breath of fresh air, just what the doctor ordered…"
"San…" Quinn started, her brows furrowed slightly and lips tugging down into a small frown.
"Don't, please?" Santana asked, averting her eyes. "We're here to celebrate."
An awkward silence fell over the two of them, the sound of the music calmed Santana until she felt ready to speak again. She watched from the corner of her eye as Quinn flashed a fake I.D., ordering herself her own glass of champagne. "Who are you today?" The brunette asked, her smile returning.
Quinn turned, champagne in hand and a smile playing across her lips. "Emily Stark, barely legal. You?"
"Rosario Cruz." Santana said, pulling her I.D. from underneath the strap of her dress. Quinn could tell by her expression that the brunette's bitchier side was rearing her head, it was a defense mechanism. One she knew all too well.
Santana leaned back against the bar as she'd done earlier, Quinn mimicked her posture. The blonde's eyes moved over to where Santana was looking and her mouth went dry.
"Look at them..." Santana spat, her nose crinkled slightly in disgust as she looked over at Brittany and Sam. "You know what we are that they aren't?"
"Flawless." Quinn responded, her own bitchy facade falling into place. She swirled the contents of her glass, her eyes glancing over toward Santana.
"We always were two ends of the bitch Goddess spectrum, maybe that's why we love each other so much... And slap each other." Santana admitted. Quinn had angled her body to face her friend, taking in the lovely red dress that clung to the brunette's curvy physique.
"You know, I have to say Rosario..." Quinn started, tearing her eyes away and changing the subject. "You are killing it in that dress."
Santana's stoic expression immediately faltered, both at the words and the gentle, lingering touch Quinn placed on her upper arm. Her skin tingled after the brief contact and a slight fluttering erupted in her chest.
"Thanks." The brunette said, sincerely. Her eyes lingering on Quinn's profile as she tried to read the taller girl's expression.
Quinn finally brought her eyes back to meet Santana's, her champagne glass tipping closer to the shorter girl. "To the single life."
Santana smiled, the fluttering dissipated as the moment slipped away. "The single life."
Their glasses clinked and they both looked back over the dance floor, sipping slowly from their glasses and smiling as their friends chatted and mingled around them.
xxx
Quinn looked up, a smile forming on her lips as a slow song started. The blonde quickly finished her champagne and tugged on Santana's arm. "Come on." she giggled playfully.
"What?" Santana asked, quirking a brow. She felt warmth flare up her arm and into her upper chest as she flushed at the idea of slow dancing with the other girl. Sure, they were close but the action was a lot more intimate than what she was used to doing with her.
"What's wrong? I thought we were celebrating?" Quinn asked, a twinkle returning to her eyes.
The blush had now reached the darker girl's cheeks. Santana blinked and allowed herself to be led, not even noticing Brittany and Sam as she kept her wide eyes glued to the back of Quinn's head.
The taller girl pulled Santana across to the far end of the dance floor where it was more quiet and isolated. Quinn shrugged off her jacket and tossed it onto a nearby chair, shivering slightly as her body attempted to adjust to the shift in temperature.
Santana swallowed hard as the blonde approached, she brought her body closer before sliding her pale arms onto the brunette's shoulders.
Santana paused a moment, teeth worrying her lip before tentatively placing her hands over the other girl's hips. Quinn smiled, letting her body relax into Santana's gentle touch.
"Why are you doing this?" Santana asked suddenly, the music and the other couples falling away as she waited for a response. Her immediate thought was that Quinn was either doing it out of pity or as an apology for the slap fight they shared around Thanksgiving.
Quinn chuckled, blushing slightly. Santana can't tell if the blush was there from the alcohol or if it is a response to her question.
"Can't I want to dance with my bestie?" Quinn asks, her voice holding a hint of shyness to it.
Santana nodded, dropping her eyes. She was still skeptical at the response, her mind drifting back to their conversation in the church. 'We've never danced like this before.'
The first slow song comes to an end and Santana moved to separate from Quinn and return to their jackets but Quinn stopped her. Stay by Rihanna starts and Quinn's smile widened. She brought her body closer to Santana's, gently bumping her forehead against the brunette's.
Santana's heart increased its tempo and she was grateful for the dimmed lights. She hoped that they were able to hide the deepening blush on her cheeks.
x
"All along it was a fever,
a cold sweat, hot-headed believer.
I threw my hands in the air, said show me something.
He said, if you dare come a little closer."
x
Quinn's eyes fluttered open slowly, her smile lingered a moment when she noticed Santana watching her closely.
x
"Round and around and around and around we go.
Ohhh, ohhh, now tell me now tell me now you know."
x
The blonde's smile slowly faded, "Maybe it's for the best." She said softly, almost in a whisper. Santana looked up with furrowed brows.
"What?" She asked, stepping back slightly to get a better look at Quinn's face. The blonde bit her lip, her eyes moving away from the intense ones watching her.
"Never mind... It's not my place."
Santana's eyes narrowed as she looked over to where Quinn gaze had shifted. Her entire body went stiff as Brittany and Sam came into view.
"Santana..." Quinn started delicately, taking the brunette's chin gently in her hand. "What I meant was... Now you can have someone more mature, more your speed."
Santana felt the strong urge to argue but the look in Quinn's eyes shut her up. Instead, she stayed silent; the words of the song sinking in as their eyes lingered on each others.
x
"Not really sure how to feel about it...
Something in the way you move.
Makes me feel like I can't live without you.
It takes me all the way, I want you to stay."
x
The two danced through the rest of the song and into Rachel and Finn's version of We've Got Tonight. By now the two had gotten extremely close, closer than they ever had been before.
Santana's arms were wrapped fully around Quinn's waist and Quinn had one arm around Santana's neck and the other on her mid back.
Quinn looked up from Santana's shoulder, a thoughtful expression covered her face. "I've never slow danced with a girl before..."
Santana pulled back, her lips turned up as she watched Quinn intently.
"I like it." The blonde added, her eyes lingering on Santana's. The brunette cocked her head slightly, intrigued by the other girls admission and narrowed her eyes playfully toward Quinn.
As the last slow song ended, the two noticed their friends leaving the dance floor. They were leaving in couples; hand in hand, eyes locked and stealing kisses.
Santana blushed deeper, stepping away sheepishly from Quinn. She ran an unsteady hand through her hair and stared down at the floor as she made her way back over to the table with their things.
"What do you say we get out of here...?" Quinn whispered, extending her hand toward the brunette. That now familiar twinkle returning to her eyes.
xxx
The two girls giggled as they make their way down the hallway. They're tipsy and flushed, excitedly making their way towards Quinn's booked room.
Having run a head of Quinn, Santana paused. She stumbled at bit as she turned before moving to lean against a wall in between two doors. Her body was pressed even closer when Quinn brushed up against her, the two were wracked with giggles now.
They shushed each other half heartedly, knowing that some of their friends were in rooms nearby.
Quinn stepped back away from the wall, grabbing Santana's hand and tugging her toward their door playfully. Santana watched anxiously as Quinn slid the key card to unlock the door, the gravity of the situation starting to hit home.
They hadn't exactly discussed anything, Quinn had just pulled her towards the front desk of the hotel after they'd grabbed their things. The blonde had gone up on her own to get the room while Santana looked on, her mind going a mile a minute.
"You coming?" Quinn asked, one slender brow arched as she peeked around the door. Santana blinked before nodding and hurrying in passed the blonde.
She made her way further into the room, her pulse picking up as she noticed the single bed. 'Of course... This room is just for Quinn, maybe her mom is away and she forgot her key... Or something.' Santana thought, trying to keep the warm sensation that had begun to build in her lower abdomen from growing.
She gulped as she heard Quinn move behind her, almost able to feel the burn of the hazel eyes watching her closely.
"Thanks for dancing with me..." Quinn whispered, once again wrapping her arms around Santana from behind. The brunette shivered at the touch, leaning into the other girl.
"Anytime, Fabray." She breathed in response, trying not to sound too flustered. Her attempts were easily thwarted when Quinn nuzzled her neck just below her ear.
"Quinn..." Santana said, twisting her body so she could look into the blonde's eyes. Her stomach did flip flops when Quinn's pink lips brush her own.
Quinn broke the kiss slowly, her finger gently pressing into Santana's lips as her head pulled back further. "Uh-uh... It's Emily, remember?" She corrected, biting her lip.
Santana stared at her for a moment, debating on whether or not this is what she wanted. She had been attracted to Quinn for as long as she can remember but she was always afraid the other girl wasn't interested. She never thought in a million years that she would be living out any scenerio in which she and Quinn even kissed.
But if she argued now, the spell could be broken and she may never have a chance like it again.
"How could I forget...?" She husked back, with her response she let the thoughts that had been nagging her the entire day fall away. She took Quinn's face gently in her hands before bringing their lips together in a more passionate kiss.
"Finally..." Quinn moaned with a grin as she pushed Santana back toward the bed.
xxx
Santana watched with satisfaction as Quinn fell back onto the bed and several pillows by the headboard, a blissfully glazed expression clinging to her features.
"So that's why college girl's experiment..." Quinn said with a sigh, her eyes on the ceiling.
Santana couldn't help but smile, "And thank God they do." She responded with a laugh, trying to not sound too overly excited or shocked that it had happened.
"I always wondered what it would be like to be with a woman but uh- I think for me it was more of a one time thing."
Santana's heart dropped momentarily at this, if it weren't for Quinn's expression she would feel the immediate need to flee. Still unsure of exactly what Quinn was expecting to get out of the intimate interaction, aside from the obvious. She thought back to what had happened between them, blushing at how vividly she could see it in her mind.
Quinn writhed beneath her, back arching into her body as she came close to orgasm. Her hips and abdominal muscles spasmed, fingers tightly gripping the sheets. "Santana..." She moaned, her head burying deeper into her pillow.
Despite their attempts to playfully use their fake names, Santana had earned herself several playful glares for almost slipping up. And Quinn had definitely forgotten the rules, lost in her throws of passion. The mere memory of her name being breathed out by the blonde's husky voice had Santana going scarlet.
She blinked away the memory, it gave her the confidence to keep up her bravado.
"Look, you don't have to worry. I'm not going to show up at your house with a U-Haul."
Quinn chuckled, reaching for the bottle of water beside her on the nightstand. The look in her eyes when she looked back towards Santana hac the brunette almost squirming.
"So what happens next?" She asked, her voice low and sultry.
"Well, you can leave first..." Santana started, she paused for a moment before continuing. Her voice gentle and a little hopeful. "Or we can make it a... Two time thing." She said, a small smile playing at her lips.
Quinn didn't hesitate to put her water bottle back on the nightstand, her eyes never left Santana's as she crawled over to the other woman.
"Well, if you insist..." She purred, capturing a moan from the brunette as she pinned her to the bed.
To be continued...