*EDITED: 21/06/2017 –Currently updating the next chapter as I have almost completed Chapter 3, after almost 4 years -oops*
Disclaimer: I do not own glee etc
Summary: Set at the reception of I Do. Interactions between Quinn and Santana throughout the party.
A/N 1: This begins between their conversation at the bar (you're killing it in that dress) and Just Can't Get Enough.
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They were a good two thirds into the night, making a fair dent into their second bottle of wine; when they finally collapsed at a vacant table. Taking a large gulp from her quickly dissipating glass; Santana began a conversation that had been playing on her mind since that morning at the non-wedding.
"So," Santana lent forward across the table so Quinn could hear her over the third Michael Buble song in a row. "Now that you've ditched your 'bicycle'; what's next on the agenda? Or should I say who?"
After taking a moment to understand the question; Quinn smirked as she rolled her eyes at the typical Santana point of interest. "Trust you to ask who my next conquest is when the sheets aren't even cold yet!"
"Hey, you know what they say.." Quinn raised an eyebrow in question. "The best way to get over someone is by getting under someone else." Santana grinned mischievously at the look of humour mixed with disgust on Quinn's face.
"Only you." Quinn chuckled as her eyes followed the room.
"Besides; he never slept in your bed. You fucked in cheap motel rooms and the back of his car, there are no sheets waiting to cool." Santana stated her opinion matter-of-factly with her hands gesturing that she was merely stating facts.
"Yeah, thanks for the reminder." Quinn rolled her eyes, taking down another large gulp of the sweet, fruity wine.
"Look Q, just 'cause it wasn't romantic.. I mean, you got caught up in the whole student/teacher riskay-kinkyness of it all. I can't blame you, I have seen Bloomington.."
Santana continued, aware that the film reference was completely lost on her friend.
"I don't know. It doesn't change who you are, you know? It was an experience just like any other relationship. Every relationship that doesn't work out is just a lesson for the one that will." The corner of Quinn's lips tugged into a smile at the uncommon event of Santana being thoughtful. "Your lesson being; don't fool around with creepy, old, married men who probably have to take a pill to get it up." Aaaand she's back. Obviously not being able to stick to the heart to heart longer than a minute without throwing in an insult; Santana received a half-hearted slap to her arm.
"He wasn't that old Santana." Quinn rolled her eyes at the dramatics. "I guess you're right though. I don't even know why I went there. It can't even be classed as a relationship; it was just sex." Quinn allowed her eyes to wander again, sighing at her own stupidity.
"Well, well, well. Check you out! Quinn Fabray, former head of the Chastity Club having a relationship based completely and utterly on lust!" Santana snorted at the irony, happy to try and put a smile back on her friend's face.
"It was based on sex, not lust. At least, not from my side. Still, it is kind of ironic how the tables have turned. Me; sleeping around, and you just coming out of a committed relationship. You probably haven't been laid since Brittany!" Quinn laughed at her own realisation; a grin forming on her lips.
On the contrary, Santana had a frown embedded into her brow as she countered Quinn's remarks. "Firstly, you weren't sleeping around; it was one guy. Secondly, whether I am or am not getting laid, as you so eloquently put it, is none of your business. Lastly, how the fuck can you have a relationship of pure sex if you didn't lust for him at all?!"
"Check you out; does my filthy mouth offend you?" Quinn leant in towards Santana; smirk firmly in place as she raised an eyebrow at her friend.
"You are aware I'm from Lima Heights, right? I find it offensive for people not to use that language around me. I'm just not used to Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes, holier-than-thou Fabray talking like she didn't spend every weekend at Sunday school." Santana triumphantly returned the smirk, before re-phrasing her question.
"So, were you even attracted to him? Or was it the Head Bitch in Charge in you looking for status and power?"
Quinn looked almost offended as she looked down into her wine, gently swirling it in her hand. "Of course I was attracted to him." Quinn brought her eyes to meet Santana's brown ones, before averting her eyes. "I guess.. I don't know, I don't really see what all the fuss is about." Quinn turned her head as though something interesting was happening over her shoulder.
Santana's eyes widened with the mix of questions swirling inside her head. Did she mean meaningless sex? Sex in general? As their eyes met hesitantly, Santana braved the question. "What do you mean?"
Quinn returned her gaze to the table between them, her fingers fiddling on anything in arm's length: a feeble attempt to distract herself from the hole she'd dug for herself. As a small blush crept onto her features, she quietly contemplated her meaning. "It's not how I thought it would be, you know? In books and films it's made out to be this big deal where your heart explodes and your body's on fire, and everything is just out of this world." Quinn rolled her eyes with a self-conscious shrug.
Catching onto what Quinn was saying, Santana attempted to ease the girl's worries; carefully taking her hand, silently letting her know it was okay to feel that way.
"Look Quinn, I'm not surprised you haven't experienced that and trust me, I've been there. Our first times were with Puck and let's face it, neither of us loved him and he is shit in bed either way." A small smile graced Quinn's lips at the reassurance. "And then, for me it was a long list of the same with various guys. It felt, I don't know… It didn't feel like nothing, it felt okay. I kind of hated myself the whole time but that was just 'cause well, I'm a big ole lesbian." Again Quinn's smile grew as she rolled her eyes at Santana's bluntness. "But more to the point, contrary to everything I used to preach, sex is just better with feelings." Santana shrugged as she leant back in her chair, retracting her hand.
Quinn contemplated what Santana had said as her friend continued, "You didn't love Puck and you didn't love your Professor. Of course, he was probably just as inept as Puck in the bedroom, so feelings couldn't have saved you there!" Santana winked as they both chuckled into their wine glasses.
After taking a while to process everything she'd just been told, a thought made its way into Quinn's head. "So if you're a lesbian- No, I mean, as a lesbian, how do you know Puck is bad in bed? Surely every guy is bad in bed to you?" Santana laughed incredulously as the blonde looked on; taken aback by the sudden outburst. "What?" Self-conscious, Quinn leant back in her seat with a frown.
"Q, yes, I'm a lesbian. Yes, guys do not turn me on. But when a guy thinks kissing you for five minutes and then humping you for three more is gonna get you off, you know he's a shit lay." Santana couldn't help smiling at Quinn's adorable enlightenment.
"So that's not what it's supposed to be like?" Quinn asked herself more than her friend. Immediately, embarrassed at revealing that information, she cut Santana off. "-I mean.. I guess, I don't have good luck in the bedroom, huh?"
"You can say that again!" Santana snorted, considering the fact Quinn had already gone through the trials of labour without even the comfort of knowing it was multiple-orgasms that led her there.
After a long while of giggling, catching their breath and giggling again, Santana sighed into her seat, finishing the last drop of wine. "Damn Q, you're what? 19, and you've never even had an orgasm –at least one that wasn't.. self-induced.." Santana burst into hysterics again, unaware of the glare burning into the side of her face.
"Ha ha, you're hilarious." Quinn deadpanned, not thrilled with the direction the conversation had turned.
Taking a deep breath, Santana calmed and looked Quinn in the eye before letting out a sigh. "No Quinn. It's actually not funny at all, to be honest. Suddenly everything's becoming clear." Quinn was intrigued, giving Santana a questioning look to continue.
"All the times you bitched at me, slapped me, made us run extra laps in cheerios.. You were just.. Sexually frustrated!" Quinn's face turned a deep shade of crimson as she slapped Santana's hand.
"Santana!"
"What?! I don't blame you! That's a long time to go without, you know.."
"Yes I know! And to be perfectly honest I'm more than uncomfortable with where we've ended up. I'm getting another round and then we're dancing. I can't deal with your wannabe-sex-therapist lecturing right now!"
Quinn huffed, striding away towards the bar as Santana casually clipped over her shoulder, "First session's free, but I'm not dishing out the goods for anything less than $100 an hour!" Santana chuckled to herself as she saw Kurt and Blaine set up their mics for what she was sure would be their campest performance yet. Deciding she should get back in Quinn's good books, she made her way to the bar.
As the intro music to Just Can't Get Enough began, Santana mentally patted herself on the back for correctly assuming their song would be as gay as ever.
"Are you ready for the musical interpretation of a big, gay, rainbow flag?" Santana gently elbowed Quinn, trying to get back to their light hearted banter from earlier in the evening.
Rolling her eyes, Quinn couldn't supress a grin as she raised an eyebrow in challenge to the Latina. "Because you shaking your ass with your ex cheer squad in a tiny skirt –practically gyrating on each other, then macking on one of them is so completely straight!" Santana's eyes grew wider with each word until she shoved Quinn in disbelief.
"Hey! Firstly, that is completely beside the point. The point being: Lady Hummel is a walking, talking gay pride parade. Secondly, how do you even know about that? And I would hardly call it macking, it was a peck at most." Santana rolled her eyes, her attention resting on the glass of wine placed in front of her.
"Word travels fast, what can I say?" Quinn grinned as she was finally out of the spotlight.
"Whatever, I didn't like that she moved on first okay? Especially with trouty mouth, it's like she chose him to specifically make me feel like shit!"
Quinn pondered for a moment, before giving in to her curiosity "So does it bother you that she's moved on, or that it's with Sam?"
Santana let out a sigh before picking up the wine Quinn had bought her. After taking a generous slug, she replied, "I guess it's 'cause he's a guy. I feel like I was just some experiment or something." Santana leant her elbows onto the bar, pulling a flower from an arrangement to her right, twirling it in her fingers.
"Santana, whatever it was, it was real. In the moments you shared, the time you spent together -it meant something. To both of you. Whether that changes her future, who knows? Maybe she's bisexual, pansexual, straight… it really doesn't matter. In your relationship, she felt love for you; just because she's happened to go for a guy now, it doesn't change what you had." Quinn's hand was gently resting on Santana's back, rubbing soft and soothing circles.
A small smile graced Santana's lips as she turned to meet the blonde's eyes. "Since when did we switch roles? I thought I was the therapist…"
Quinn let out a small chuckle as she brought the glass to her lips, waiving over the bartender.
"What can I get you lovely ladies?"
Quinn gave the man her sweetest smile as she leant over the bar, fingering the collar of his shirt. "I don't know, how about you let my friend here tell you how she likes it?" Quinn leant back with a raised eye brow, resting her hand on Santana's shoulder.
Santana gave a questioning glance to Quinn before relenting to the fact that she probably had a reason for being a complete cock-tease. She leant her chin on her fist and gave the barman a seductive smile.
"Of course! Anything for such beautiful women! How about I get the cocktail mixer and you can tell me exactly how you want it?" With a suggestive smirk of his own, the man turned to grab what he needed.
"Quinn, what the fuck?!" Santana sent Quinn a half-hearted glare with a small nudge to the waist.
"What? You're the one who taught me to never turn down a free drink!"
"He didn't offer you a drink, you went after him?"
Quinn smiled wide, leaning back onto the bar with her elbows as she faced the dance floor.
"So maybe I've gone up a league since you last drank with me."
Santana rolled her eyes and chuckled as the bartender returned with the mixer and various liquors. After dictating what to put in, it seemed like the wine hit both of their systems simultaneously, both laughing as Santana turned to watch Kurt and Blaine on stage.
"They may be the biggest Queens I've ever met but at least they can sing a good party song." Santana had a wide grin on her face as she watched her friends perform, cringing at their dancing every now and then.
"Oh look at you! Changed your tune haven't you! Come on, let's just enjoy being back home with some half-decent music and our semi-inebriated friends!" Santana rolled her eyes as she joined Quinn in dancing to the upbeat music.
Santana turned to the bar as the barman placed the lid onto the cocktail mixer.
"Uh uh uh!" Santana let her hand rest on the tender's, before taking the mixer from his hands. "I've got it from here." She smirked at the barman as he leered after her. Turning to Quinn, she grimaced. Santana hissed at Quinn, "Creeper!" Her face contorted with a mixture of horror, disgust and embarrassment for the man so clearly ogling her. Quinn simply laughed at her friend's reaction and continued to dance whilst Santana shook the mixer around.
By the end of the song, the drink had been thoroughly mixed and poured into two martini glasses. Abandoning their empty wine glasses, the duo took the cocktails to the dance floor.
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A good few songs later, having left their empty glasses on a nearby table, the liquor was well into their systems as they passionately sung along to Kings of Leon – Sex on Fire with the rest of the party.
The alcohol causing both girls to lose any inhibitions had allowed them to relax more so than they ever had in each other's company. Quinn pulled Santana in close, wrists wrapped around the shorter woman's neck as she continued a line of thought she began earlier that night.
"Earlier, you told me everything sex shouldn't be." Quinn was drunkenly speaking into a startled Santana's ear as her thoughts escaped her lips.
Santana didn't know whether she should turn and run from this conversation or enjoy the naivety of her friend. It would be funny to wind her up with it the next time they hung out. She chewed on her bottom lip as Quinn continued.
"But that doesn't really help 'cause I mean, I knew it was shit; hello, I wasn't exactly screaming their names!" Santana couldn't supress the giggle she let out at the sound of her drunken friend's new found candour.
"From what you said though, I'm guessing not all your experiences have been like that." Quinn waited for acknowledgement, head still leant into Santana's ear.
Eventually, Santana complied "No, it hasn't all been like that." Santana tried to concentrate through her drunken haze, trying to see where Quinn was going with this.
Quinn hesitated before leaning back in to feed Santana's curiosity, "So, now that you've told me how it shouldn't be, maybe, you can tell me... how it should be?" Her eyes looked up to the room over Santana's shoulder, as she continued to slowly turn around the dance floor, despite the upbeat tempo.
Santana's brow furrowed, not quite understanding what she was being asked.
Did she want diagrams? A step-by-step guide? Sex for Dummies: how to have an orgasm?
She leant back to look into the hazel eyes she knew so well. The honesty in Quinn's eyes told her Quinn needed this. She needed to know if it was her going wrong.
"Look Q, it's nothing you're doing. From what you've said you made Puck and Professor Creep cum in under five minutes. You're definitely doing your part right!" Santana chuckled as she spoke into Quinn's ear.
"What's wrong with me? Why doesn't it feel like it's supposed to?" Quinn's voice was only just audible above the music, she sounded deflated and completely self-conscious.
"Q! I told you, it's not you! Some guys just think a bit of in-and-out is enough! Like their presence alone should be making you cream." Santana rolled her eyes at the thought, knowing all too well how it felt to be left unsatisfied.
"So..." Quinn may have been completely inebriated but she was still aware that this was close to the mark. "Umm, if it's not just about… in-and-out… what should it be?"
Santana's eyes bulged; how the hell do you answer that?! She shouldn't be talking the ins and outs of sex with her oh so straight, Christian friend!
"Quinn, sex is different for me than it is for you."
Confused, Quinn pulled back to give a questioning look to Santana, before being tugged back into their previous position.
"You know what I mean Q. I'm... gay. I don't have sex like you do."
Quinn let out an incredulous laugh before confidently correcting her friend, "Santana, that gives me all the more reason to ask you! A) You're a girl: you know how it's supposed to feel, and B) You fuck girls: so you know how to make them feel!"
Santana was shocked at the return of Quinn's colourful language and her the to-the-point bluntness. A smile graced her lips as she realised how right Quinn was. "You know Q, you're smarter than people give you credit for."
"Well, thank you; it's nice to finally be recognized!" Quinn joked as she leant back to give a smug grin to the brunette. "So," Quinn leant back to speak into the shorter girl's ear, "how should it be?"
If this wasn't Quinn or at the very least if she didn't sound quite as vulnerable when she asked, Santana would probably have come back with a suggestive remark, or quote one of her favourite movies "I could probably show you better than I could tell you..." But this was Quinn and she did sound vulnerable. So Santana picked her mind up from the gutter and hesitantly made her way through what she was sure to be a minefield of a conversation.
"I guess, most importantly, before anything even goes... down there... you should be turned on." Quinn scoffed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, only to be confronted with Santana's arched brow –daring her to pretend she'd felt that. "Kissing for five minutes doesn't turn anyone on; unless they're a nun, or they're making out with Mila Kunis; you fit neither criteria."
A small smile tugged on the corner of Quinn's mouth as she realised Santana was actually taking her seriously. Santana returned to Quinn's neck to continue where she left off.
"So, to clarify turned on, I mean... your panties should be soaked and you should be begging for a release." Quinn gulped audibly as Santana's face heated, almost mortified she was talking in such a way with her friend. After a slightly shaky breath, Santana continued. "So to get you there, they can, you know kiss you and touch you: neck, breasts, stomach, legs –anywhere really. Just not, you know, the goodies."
Quinn released a breath she didn't know she'd been holding as she laughed at Santana's euphemism. "The goodies?! Santana, I hope you don't call it that when you're having sex!"
Santana huffed, pushing Quinn back to give her a stern look. "Excuse me for trying to keep this somewhat PG-13! I didn't think you'd appreciate me calling it your pussy or some shit!" Quinn's face burned red as she pulled Santana back into the embrace.
"Santana! The room doesn't need to know what we're talking about!"
"The room is lucky to not know what we're talking about! It's not exactly on my bucket list to have awkward conversations about sex with one of my oldest friends!"
"San, I appreciate you doing this and for not calling it... that. If you're really uncomfortable we can stop." Quinn began pulling away, only for Santana to tighten her hold.
"Oh no! You don't get away that easily! Once I start, I don't stop until the job's done. And until it's done thoroughly." Santana smirked at her suggestive retort, happy that she wasn't the only one getting embarrassed tonight.
Quinn's eyes darted around the room, her heart racing in her chest almost in fear of having to reply to that.
"It's funny," Santana continued "I don't usually talk about this kind of stuff unless I'm actually... you know... doing it. Which brings me to my next point: talking is great foreplay too."
Quinn let the word dance around in her mind. Foreplay. It wasn't like she'd never heard of it, but it wasn't something she'd experienced. All of the things Santana was talking about had either never happened or did, but so briefly there was barely any point doing it at all.
"I mean, I don't know how graphic you want me to get Q, once you're wet, it's time to head downtown, if you catch my drift." Quinn rolled her eyes, there wasn't much of a hidden meaning there, she was pretty sure a ten year old would know what she was referring to.
"So, I guess me continuing is based on whether you've actually had a, you know... sorted yourself out..." Santana looked awkwardly around the room, inwardly cringing at her current predicament.
Quinn pulled her lip between her teeth, struggling to decide whether she should tell the truth and be further embarrassed, or lie, and have had the whole conversation be pointless.
Noticing Quinn's apprehension, Santana continued, slightly softer than before. "Have you... umm. Have you had an orgasm?" Santana's eyes were squeezed tight. This was definitely the most awkward conversation she'd ever had. Worse than the birds and the bees with her Abuela!
She almost didn't hear the response Quinn breathed out.
"I think so."
Inwardly; Santana cursed herself for allowing herself to be dragged into this. "Q, you'd know if you had." Santana felt the arms around her neck tighten in anxiety.
"This is so embarrassing." Santana wasn't sure if she was supposed to hear the whispered confession, so instead, continued the torturous conversation.
"So, this is where it can differ –as a lesbian, I mean. I don't know how many guys actually finger or go down on their girlfriends, but I would bet my life savings –which isn't that much, but that's not the point, that those who don't do it, experience way more fake orgasms than they'd care to admit!" Santana chuckled, trying to lighten the mood a bit.
"So yeah, I don't really want to go into the mechanics of things, but this is where they'd... touch you, or go down on you, or both. I don't really know how to say any of this without going into details, but basically: thrusting his dick in and out of you won't make you cum. It's all about building it up until you think you're going to explode, and then... go hard or go home." Santana smirked at the song reference, aware that it was probably more than slightly distasteful.
Santana sighed before ending with a final comment "Not to get into logistics, but some women can't, or find it hard, to orgasm through penetrative sex. God gave us clits for a reason!" Quinn recoiled, feeling almost disgusted at the use of the word.
"Santana!" Quinn gave her a wide eyed look of shock.
"What?! It's true! Every part of our anatomy is there for a reason. The clitoris' sole purpose?" Santana leaned back into Quinn's ear, "Pleasure!" With a smirk, Santana stepped back and took in the blush forming on Quinn's face.
Quinn let out a conceding chuckle, shaking her head at what she knew she should have expected.
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By now, the effects of the liquor had dulled copiously, and Quinn pulled Santana by the hand towards the stage, as the DJ announced that only twenty minutes remained of the night. The girls noticed Rachel and Finn preparing on stage as Time of My Life floated out of the speakers.
Quinn let out a small squeal along with most of the other girls, leaving Santana to roll her eyes at the cliché of a song choice. Real original Santana scoffed in her head. She was pulled from her inner complaining as Quinn grabbed her hand to spin round the floor. A smile instantly formed on Santana's lips as she returned the favour.
This was what she'd missed: joking around, dancing with her friends. She wouldn't admit it, but she'd missed Quinn a lot more than she'd expected to.
The girls sang the lyrics with the rest of the crowd as they continued to pull each other round the dance floor. As the song came to its close, the floor was filled with couples dramatically singing into each other's eyes –Quinn and Santana included.
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The last notes of the song were drowned out by the next, with both girls realising it was the Finchel performance they knew they would hate to love. With the opening bars playing, it was clear it was a slow song. What else could they expect of Miss Berry? So Quinn pulled a hesitant Santana into her arms.
Somewhere into the second verse, Quinn heard Santana groan as she pulled her face into Quinn's neck. "Really? Do they have to eye fuck each other on stage?"
Quinn chuckled, despite the hyper awareness of Santana's breath against her bare neck. It was odd, they spent a long time talking in that position earlier, but the liquor dulled such slight senses. Yet now, Quinn felt a tightening in her chest with each breath that grazed her skin, butterflies swarming in the pit of her stomach as Santana smiled into her neck.
This was new. She'd rarely slow danced with anyone, let alone with a girl. And still, somehow, this seemed more intimate than almost anything she'd ever experienced.
Santana raised her head, leaning against Quinn's as she quietly hummed along with the melody.
Quinn took a breath as she looked up to the ceiling. "I've never slow danced with a girl before..."
Santana leant back to look Quinn in the eyes, not sure if this was Quinn's way of telling her she was uncomfortable. Instead, she was left almost baffled as Quinn smiled at her, eyes low.
"I like it." Quinn had a satisfied smile as she pulled Santana back into the embrace. Santana, on the other hand, was left relieved, yet confused. She smiled, brow furrowed as she contemplated the day's events.
If this wasn't Quinn, she'd be sure she was flirting, and had been most of the day.
Instead of reading too much into it, Santana simply enjoyed the moment. Dancing with who was now probably her best friend, listening to the voices of her past frenemies, and surrounded by people she once considered family.
Her inner musings were interrupted by a nonchalant statement of fact.
"They've stopped serving." The sentence hummed into her ear, leaving a tingling sensation running through her spine.
"It doesn't matter, it was over-priced piss water. I have a bottle of tequila in my bag upstairs."
Quinn leant back with a questioning look as Santana merely shrugged. "I didn't know if Schue would let us use our fake IDs."
"And you couldn't possibly go a night without booze?" Quinn was teasing her with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, excuse me, but I'm pretty sure you've matched me drink for drink so far tonight. Care to see if you can keep up with the shots?"
Quinn smiled an evil glare before turning to pull Santana through the crowded dance floor and towards the elevators.
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Upon reaching their floor, both girls were giddy with alcohol and good spirits as they dragged each other up the corridor. Santana pulled Quinn along before misjudging her balance and flying into the opposite wall, bringing Quinn with her. Quinn simply giggled at their ridiculous lack of co-ordination, as she pulled Santana backwards towards the door.
As the music continued to drift up from the hall below, Quinn joined in on the repeated lyric. "We've got tonight." Santana continued as Quinn fumbled with the key card.
"Who needs tomorrow?"
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A/N 2: I hope you enjoyed the first instalment! Please review/fave/follow :) x