A/N: Hi guys :) This is my first ever attempt at writing a fic, so I hope you enjoy it! If you have any comments, or ways you think I could improve my writing, please write it in the reviews or something. This chapter is called 'In The Morning', after the song by Razorlight, which has been stuck in my head since I wrote this. The link is here: watch?v=GJYRaTTgdpA
February 15th, the morning after the wedding. Santana stirred in her sleep, her face was buried half into the pillow as she slightly opened her eye and squinted at the alarm clock on the nightstand. "What the fuck, just, fucking ugh," she groaned, and turned her body to face the other way, "No fucking way." The sun was slowly starting to peer through the curtains; it was 6:27am and she knew that even thinking about waking up at that time would cause her to hurl uncontrollably, mainly due to the amount of alcohol she had consumed at the free bar. Santana tossed and turned for a while longer before falling back asleep again.
"So what happens next?" Quinn asks, staring directly at her with a smug look plastered on her face. Her hair was all messed up, the covers hugging her body.
"Well, you could walk out first," a voice appeared out of nowhere, "Or we could make it a two time thing?" The tension in the room was unbearable, and Quinn put the bottle of water back onto the side table before removing the covers, revealing her naked skin.
The mysterious voice had a hint of flirtatiousness to it, one that Santana knew all too well. Her own. The outlook of the view in her dream was fixated on Quinn, and she couldn't tell if it was from a third person perspective or not, but either way, the dream was just about to get good. She sighed quietly and subconsciously started to move her hand underneath her stomach, until she reached the wetness between her legs.
Quinn leaned forward and crawled towards her until their lips met in a short embrace, lasting only a few seconds. She could feel every touch, every breath and every moan that escaped the girl's mouth as their lips collided together and hands roamed each other's bodies. Santana could feel fingertips gliding their way down her front as Quinn climbed on top of her, deepening the kiss and pressing her warm skin against her own. "I need you to fuck me," a weak moan escaped Quinn's mouth as Santana kissed around her neck, making sure to leave a few marks in her wake.
"Well someone's changed their tune from the first time, haven't they?" She smirked as her hands grabbed the girl's legs and spread them further apart above her, "You're so impatient." Her right hand slid up towards Quinn's ass and squeezed it roughly as her other snaked between her legs and started gently rubbing her clit. Soft moans from Quinn travelled into Santana's mouth as she drew circles around it with her two fingers, before pushing them inside of her quickly, causing Quinn to lower her head onto Santana's shoulder. The heat of the hotel room was unbearable before they had even began, and now they were adding to it, sweat started coating their bodies as they got more intimate and heated.
"Keep going, Santana… Fuck," Quinn breathed onto her neck. Santana quickened the pace as she lowered herself further down the bed, kissing down her chest, taking a few seconds to admire how incredibly hot this entire scenario was. She could feel herself getting wetter as each second went on, and the knot in her stomach was becoming unbearable, so with her free hand she pushed herself further down the bed until her face was just below Quinn's center. She could almost taste it, the sweet smell of Quinn's core filled her nose and she needed to taste her so bad. Her face moved closer and closer towards it.
A ear-piercingly loud car siren blasted through the streets and Santana woke up completely drenched in sweat, panting heavily as she pushed the covers off of her. Her head turned to the clock again. 10:39. She reached up to her neck and rubbed it, feeling faint marks on her neck. A grunt came from beside her and she froze still, staring at the wall, pulse getting faster and faster. What the fuck? She turned slowly until she was face to face with a bulge in her duvet. Oh shit, the hell is this? It was at that moment that she realised where her fingers still rested. Santana pulled them out from between her legs and wiped them on the sheets, before poking the lump on her bed. It lay lifeless, with a faint snoring sound crawling from underneath the gaps in the covers. She poked a bit harder the second time, hoping to actually wake the person up.
"Ouch, what the fuck? What are you doing?" Quinn ripped the covers off from over her face and shoved Santana's shoulder, causing her to fall off the bed. "Santana, what the hell?"
Santana's face fell as she realised that Quinn was naked, along with herself. She pushed herself up and got back onto the bed. "Sorry, but I didn't know who you fucking were, and why the hell are you naked?"
"Santana, please, it's too early for your games. We need to get up anyway, we've got breakfast plans, remember? I don't think the guys would be happy if we ditched them again, do you?" Quinn said, slightly agitated at the rude awakening. She got out of bed and collected the scattered items of clothing from around the room.
Santana was confused as fuck, and still trying to figure out what was going on, or rather, what had gone on last night. All she knew was that her head was aching badly, as was her neck and back. Surely this couldn't have actually happened, right? Santana was looking around the room to spot any sort of sign that this was a dream, although the dull ache spreading across her skin was definitely real. "Jesus, Quinn, there was no need to push me off the bed onto my fucking ass. You could have broken it," she groaned, pushing herself up as she rubbed the sore patch, "Especially in my own room."
"I'll have you know, this is my room. You couldn't find your key card, so we came back to mine, remember? Now hurry up, we have just under an hour to meet them downstairs," Quinn threw Santana her dress that she wore that night, along with her bra and one shoe.
"Meet who?" Santana was definitely confused now, and as she pulled on her jogging pants, she spotted the water bottle perched on the side table and let out a huge sigh of relief. Everything made sense now. They definitely did fuck. "Did I really say 'we can make it a two time thing' to you?" Santana asked, slightly shocked at her words, hoping and praying that that part of the dream was just that. A dream.
Quinn laughed and shook her head, and pulled out her Yale hoodie from her bag, along with a pair of jeans and the necessities, "Yeah you did. I still can't believe your cockiness sometimes, even after all these years." A grin spread across her face, and it was one that Santana had never seen before, but for some reason, it made her smile as well. "And everyone from last night. Are you high or something?"
Quinn turned towards the bathroom and headed inside, "Help yourself to an outfit in that bag, I don't think you'd really want to walk into a café in an outfit you wore the night before."
"Fuck. Well, that's something," she laughed to herself, as she made her way to the bag in the corner of the room. Santana grabbed the first items she could see, and threw them onto the bed, along with her own body. It was strange to think that her and Quinn had actually just had sex. Not that Santana had never thought about it before, because it crossed her mind a lot, right from the beginning, when they met at cheer try-outs freshman year. The way Quinn oozed with confidence, but was yet still so reserved at the same time. Santana could never quite understand the girl, or why she found her so fascinating, but that was because she was 'straight as they come' back then. As soon as she started accepting herself more, she realised that she had a huge attraction for her, and everything she'd felt became crystal clear. Obviously there were other girls she'd been eyeing up all this time, there was Brittany too, she was just as beautiful, but they shared a different connection to the one she has with Quinn.
Santana stared up at the ceiling for a while, thinking about what had even occurred at the wedding, and how it all started. There was enough time to think about it later, and for now she had to think about getting herself looking good for the day. She looked at the clothes she'd pulled out: A dark grey tank top, a pair of jeans and a pair of- what the fuck? Her eyes squinted as she looked at the pair of socks she was holding in her hand. "Quinn, you have got to be kidding me. Fucking socks with giant ass knitted cats on them?" She burst out into a fit of hysterics, nearly falling off the bed for the second time, "I know you were basically shacked up with Professor Cripple and the many cats he probably owned, but this is a whole new level of weird. Did he teach you to knit whilst you were riding him?"
The door to the bathroom opened and Quinn stepped out dripping wet, with the towel wrapped around her tightly. "I had those socks before I even started dating him, and please don't bring him up again, it pains me to even think that I associated myself with the man, let alone slept with him," she groaned, ripping the woollen socks out of Santana's hands and throwing them on the floor. She looked towards the wall to the side of her and muttered quietly to herself, "And he only had three cats."
Another roar of laughter escaped Santana, as she grabbed the towel that was still in it's packaging on the desk and headed into the shower, leaving the door open behind her. "Every single time," Quinn sighed, taking off her towel and throwing it on the bed. "And now we have 32 minutes to be downstairs!"