After Rejection

Chapter 1

Santana was sitting in the back of Spanish class. She always sits at the back because Quinn always sits at the front. That way she could she could stare at Quinn as much as she wanted and nobody would notice. Santana had no idea why she liked looking at the back of her friends head so much. Just like she didn't know why whenever Quinn would touch her shoulder or lean on her after a long day of cheerios practice it always made her breath hitch and heart beat faster.

"Hey, Santana!" Santana suddenly snapped out of her daydream. "Come on, we've got cheerio's practice in 5 minutes." Quinn grabbed Santana's books of the desk and passed it to her. Santana noticed how their hands slightly brushed together which caused her cheeks to flush.

"Um, yeah, let's go." Santana followed Quinn out of the class room noticing how her hips swayed with every step.

"Are you going to Puck's party later?" Quinn asked.

"Um, I dunno. I'm kinda failing geometry and we've got a massive test tomorrow so..."

"Oh come on. You have to come." Quinn said hopefully.

Santana really didn't want to go knowing that by the end of the night she'll just end up drunk, depressed and letting some guy grope her while wishing it was Quinn.

"Ugh, fine. But you can't just ditch me to go make out with Finn. Okay? Santana said.

"Deal! Just you and me for the whole night." Quinn said, happy that she got her way.

Santana let out a smile, maybe a little too wide.

All Santana did during cheerio's practice was try to ignore the throbbing heat between her legs while watching Quinn's boobs bounce up and down when she was running laps.

She didn't want to feel this way. She really didn't. But Santana loved Quinn and she couldn't help it. Since she couldn't express her love for Quinn the way she wanted to, she expressed it in different ways like making sure that Quinn never got hurt by any boys or anything like that. The last boy that tried took hook up with Quinn Fabray got a serious beat down. Now whenever he sees Santana he turns around and walks the other way.

Once practice had finished Quinn walked over to Santana.

"Hey, are you okay? During practice you seemed kind of distracted." Quinn asked worriedly.

"Yeah, um, I was just thinking about school and stuff." Santana answered.

"Are you sure, 'cause lately you've been kind of, out of it."

"I'm fine Quinn, anyway are you ready to go."

"Yeah, I'm ready if you are. Oh and you can stay at my house tonight if you want." Quinn suggested.

"Okay cool." Santana's heart started beating faster and faster. Even though she and Quinn have had sleepovers before, she still gets excited knowing that they get to sleep in the same bed and sometimes when Quinn gets a little drunk she cuddles Santana in her sleep.

A few hours later the girls arrived on Pucks doorstep. The music was so loud that they could feel the beat on the wooden planks. Quinn reached forward and rang the doorbell.

Only seconds later the door opened with a tipsy Noah Puckerman standing on the other side. He smiled and stepped aside.

"Welcome to the best night of your life ladies." He said, allowing them to walk in.

"Where's the booze?" Santana yelled over the music.

"Over by the foosball table" Puck answered.

The house was packed full of people. Half of them didn't even go to McKinley.

Quinn grabbed Santana's hand and pulled her towards Finn and Sam.

Santana hated seeing Finn. He didn't love Quinn the same way she did. He didn't appreciate her. And he definitely didn't treat her with the respect she deserved. He was always pressuring Quinn into sex and he wasn't going to give up until he got what he wanted.

"Hey babe, you made it." Finn said to Quinn. "Hey Santana."

"Hey." Santana said back with an obviously fake smile.

Santana knew Finn wasn't a bad guy but everyone knew he was in love with Rachel, even Quinn knew. But Finn was still a boy and he had needs.

Finn leaned in and kissed Quinn. He grabbed her hip and moved his crotch into hers.

Quinn quickly moved away. "Finn!" She yelled.

"What?" He said.

"Ugh, don't worry. I'll see you later." Quinn said sounding annoyed.

She stormed off towards the foosball table and Santana followed closely behind.

"I can't believe he would do that. He actually tried to bone me in public." Santana notice that Quinn sounded really upset.

"Don't worry about it, he's a jerk." Santana said.

"I need to start drinking." Quinn said while picking up a strangers red solo cup and drinking straight from it.

About seven empty cups of booze later, Santana decided to take a very drunk Quinn home.

The car drive to Quinn's house wasn't very enjoyable for Santana as Quinn wouldn't stop trying to convince her to turn around.

Santana had to drag Quinn upstairs.

"You're such a good friend." Quinn slurred.

"I know." Santana answered bluntly.

"You're way better then Finn. You'd never try to fuck me in public." Quinn's voice was starting to get shaky.

Santana didn't answer. She just lifted Quinn's sheets and took her shoes off.

"And Finn's lips aren't even good to kiss. There not soft. I bet your lips are good to kiss."

Santana started to blush. She wasn't really sure what to say.

"Um, Quinn, you're drunk, just go to sleep."

Quinn let out a little giggle. She suddenly pulled Santana into a passionate kiss.

Santana knew she should stop but it felt so good. Quinn started to lean back so Santana climbed on top of her.

Quinn pulled away and started giggling harder. Santana leaned in again but Quinn pulled the blanket up and rolled over.

"Goodnight." Quinn said grabbing Santana's hand and pulling her towards the bed.

Santana sat down and waited for Quinn to fall asleep so she could leave. She didn't really want to be there when Quinn woke up. She wasn't really good in awkward situations.

Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm thinking about making it a 3 or 4 chapter story. Thanks for reading!