Santana lay on her stomach on her bed, reading a trashy magazine that she had found randomly thrown on the floor in the corner of the room. Brittany had left a while ago to watch ducks or something with Stubbles, leaving the Latina with her other blonde friend. Quinn was sitting at the end of the brunette's bed flicking through what looked like a text book for school. Santana rolled her eyes at her friend.
"Are you ever not studying, Fabray?" She asked with a smirk.
Quinn looked up from her book and raised an eyebrow. "Santana, I don't have the Cheerios, a boyfriend or a baby," she replied, "I need to occupy my time with something." Santana thought she saw a hint of sadness in the blonde's eyes when she mentioned Beth.
It was weird for Santana but right now she didn't find it amusing in any way that her friend looked a little upset. She decided to drop the whole thing and keep reading her mag. Apparently Quinn had had the same thought and had looked back down to her text book. Santana found herself staring at her blonde friend. Her new shorter hair was catching the light streaming in from the window and it was doing all sorts of lovely things to the girl's face. Santana had never really taken a moment to genuinely appreciate how attractive Quinn was. The brunette had taken her own lip into her mouth and was sucking it gently in thought.
A pair of brilliant hazel-green eyes caught her own and for a second she was transfixed. Quinn pursed her soft pink lips and once again raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you staring at me, Santana?" The blonde girl asked.
The brunette was startled by the question. She chose to answer more or less truthfully. She sat up and shrugged, picking at a loose thread in the blanket. "I was just thinking," she replied without looking at Quinn.
"Hmm, about?"
Santana finally dragged her eyes back to her friend's. It was too weird to explain that she had the revelation that Quinn was actually cute so she settled with, "Why the hell Frankenteen ditched someone like you for Berry."
Quinn frowned. "Was that a compliment?"
Santana shrugged again, smiling this time. "From me that was a compliment."
Quinn laughed and dipped her head. A blonde bang fell down to cover one of her sparkling eyes. "Well, thanks, I guess."
"Meh, you know me. I'm all nice and stuff," the Latina said with a wink.
"Oh, totally," Quinn grinned as she rolled her eyes.
It was nice having her friendship back with Santana. Quinn had forgotten how funny she was. The Unholy Trinity was back in business and she was closer with her two ex-cheerleader friends than she had ever been.
Santana got up, walked around the bad and came to sit next to Quinn. She gently took the book from her friend's hands. "You're studying for History? My god, how are you awake?"
Quinn poked her tongue out at the Latina and took back her book, accidentally brushing her fingers over San's. Their eyes met and for a second she swore she felt something. Like her heart pulling against her chest in the direction of her brunette friend. Suddenly Santana's face was getting larger as she leant in with the obvious intention of kissing her. Quinn jerked back and was on her feet in a flash. Her face was hot and her heart was beating madly.
"What the hell are you doing?" She hissed softly.
Santana's mouth worked as she tried to formulate a reply. "Quinn, I...," her brain wasn't working and she couldn't think of a decent explanation as to why she just tried to kiss her very straight friend.
Quinn stared at her for a second before turning on her heel and swiftly exiting the room. Damn it. Santana crossed her room to the window where she watched Quinn get in her car and drive away. What in hell had she been thinking? She had never once thought about Quinn in that way and she wasn't about to start now. It was an instinctual reaction to having a cute girl stare into her eyes. Kissing is what you do in those situations. Apparently her blonde friend didn't think so.
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Quinn managed to avoid Santana all day, until the afternoon when she was forced to be near the brunette in Glee club. She was trying to avoid the uncomfortable feeling of having missed out on something. Santana sat in the row behind her and she could feel someone watching her. God what had the Latina been thinking?
Santana sat behind Quinn staring at the back of her blonde head. She had managed to think of a suitable excuse for the attempted kiss the day before and she just hoped that she would be able to tell it to her friend before she got up in front of the club and sang 'Te Amo' or something. Awkward.
When Mr Schue let them leave, Quinn raced for the door, hoping she wouldn't have to speak to Santana. Unfortunately drinking and smoking had never hindered Santana's athleticism and she caught up with her quickly.
"We need to talk," the brunette told her without making eye contact. The Latina made her way over to an open classroom. She motioned with her head for Quinn to follow. The blonde looked around, before grudgingly following Santana into the empty classroom.
Santana had taken a seat on the edge of the teacher's desk and was looking down into her hands which were fiddling nervously. She glanced up at Quinn who was standing awkwardly at the door. San raised an eyebrow and gestured for her to take a seat at one of the desks. Like Santana, Quinn opted to sit on a desk instead of behind one. There was about a metre's gap between the two and they met each other's gaze.
"About yesterday," Santana began after quietly clearing her throat, "I honestly have no idea what I was thinking." For a reason that Quinn couldn't put her finger on, her heart seemed to sink a little. "I think it's 'cause ever since Puck started dating the White Rhino, I haven't been able to get my loving when I wants it." She finished her statement with a little shrug.
Santana waited for Quinn's reaction. The blonde looked like she was having some conflicting thoughts. Her eyebrows were drawn together and there were the cutest little frown lines on her forehead. Her little bow-like mouth was screwed up and Santana had to fight the urge to smile at the cuteness of her friend. Quinn stood and for a moment San was scared that she hadn't bought her excuse and was about to walk out.
But Quinn did the unexpected. She moved toward San as slowly as one would if they were trying to corner a frightened animal. She was watching the brunette with careful eyes and taking slow deliberate steps toward her. Santana hadn't moved the entire time and was watching Q with curiosity. Her heart gave a small leap when she placed a delicate hand one of the Latina's knees and uncrossed her legs. Santana was frowning now and her breaths were coming quicker. Quinn moved so she was standing between the brunette's legs which caused a tiny shudder of excitement to run down San's spine.
The ex-cheerleader slipped a hand around the back of Santana's neck and pulled her down to her lips. Santana didn't react at first, confused as to what her friend was doing. One minute she was running away from her because she tried to kiss her and the next it was her that was doing the kissing. But after a couple seconds of slow movement the Latina could no longer deny the lovely sensation of a soft pair of lips on her own. She began to kiss back which caused Quinn to stop thinking she had made a ridiculous mistake. Her brunette friend was a brilliant kisser.
What started as a slow gentle kiss was quickly turning into a harder more passionate one. Santana let her tongue brush Quinn's lower lip and she had to stifle a moan when the blonde opened her mouth to accommodate her. Santana had brought her hands up to tangle her hands in Quinn's short hair while the blonde had taken fistfuls of Santana blouse into her own. They were tangled like that until they had to break the kiss to get some much needed air.
They were both breathing heavily and they were looking, dazed, into one another's eyes.
"Fabray, what the hell are you doing?" Santana asked softly, mimicking the words her friend had used on her the day before. Quinn laughed quietly before leaning up to kiss the Latina again.
Quinntana one-shot? I think yes ;)