Okay, so I've written a story to express my love for Santana and Quinn. They are my two favourite characters who I feel have a lot of chemistry- good and bad, and needs to be expanded on. I've got a story from start to finish in my head that is sexy, romantic and a bit angsty at times too. I hope to update this as regularly as possible and your reviews would mean a lot to me. I DO NOT OWN GLEE. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing it.
"Hold up… Dwarf is having a party?" said a disbelieving Santana. Quinn shut her locker and turned to face her.
"A gathering of just the Glee Club- minus obviously." added Quinn before re-doing her ponytail. Santana watched in awe as the beautiful, angelic girl ran her fingers through her hair. She really is flawless, thought Santana. She quickly snapped out of it.
"A little birdie tells me that Midget has never had a drink before," smirked Santana. "So either this party is going to suck or we bring our own liquor and get her so totally wasted that she'll let us do what we want." Quinn stared back suspiciously at Santana with her eyes like slits.
"You want to get Rachel drunk so we can take advantage of her free house? Wow, you've reached a whole new level of evil, Satan." laughed Quinn.
"Listen, Preggers. You can doubt my methods all you want but you'll soon see that my way is the only way. I'll pick you up at 8 tonight and we'll get my plan into motion." added Santana before strolling off down the hall. Quinn watched the Latina feistily strut into her next class with a big grin on her face. This girl will be the death of me, she thought to herself as her stomach flipped over at the thought of spending the whole night with her best friend. Should I really be this excited?
Santana sat in Spanish musing over the possibilities tonight could bring. Alcohol, good music and a free house was the only combination that could help Santana get over Brittany choosing Wheels over her. Spending the night with Quinn Fabray could really get her mind off things. Santana had always admired her and looked up to her. Despite being as seen as strong-minded and feisty, Santana had always had a soft spot for Quinn. Before Brittany came along, she found herself thinking about Quinn way more than she should for a 'straight' girl and since being turned down, the admiration for the blonde had come crawling back. Fabray is everything I want in a girl. I just have to figure out a way to make her see that I'm right for her. It doesn't help that she's so God damn sexy and irresistible.
Quinn was getting increasingly nervous as the time got closer and closer to 8pm. She was just about ready- she was wearing skin tight black jeans with a light blue Grecian style top that made her athletic body look even slimmer. Her hair was loose down her shoulders and was complimented by a set of silver, dangly earrings. She checked herself out in the mirror. Hmm… Not my normal look but if I want to look good for Santana tonight. Woah, wait. Why does that even matter? thought Quinn. Before she could even decipher her recent thoughts, she heard a knock at the door and some muffled laughter which must have been her mum greeting Santana. Quinn took a deep breath and headed downstairs.
"Well I guess we're off now Mom," said Quinn as she grabbed her purse which concealed a liter bottle of vodka inside. "I'll see you tomorrow." Her mum wandered off into the kitchen after warning her about the dangers of alcohol and not to give in to peer pressure. Now the two girls were left alone, Quinn could finally appreciate Santana. She looks so good, thought Quinn as she quickly gave Santana a once over. Santana was in tight leather pants with a deep red vest, embellished with a chunky gold necklace and a waist hugging blazer. As Quinn's eyes reached Santana's face, she realised Santana's eyes had not finished searching her body. Quinn cleared her throat which caught Santana's attention. They both blushed.
"Let's go then, Fabray. I'm ready to gets my drunk on."
The car ride to Rachel's house was very short but long enough for the girls so sit in an awkward silence.
"So um… "
"Do you think I look good then?" interrupted Santana- trying to hide a satisfied smirk. Quinn's eyes widened.
"Excuse me?"
"Oh come on, Fabray. I totally caught you checking me out. So, what's your verdict? I look good?" pressed Santana. Quinn was lost for words. She could feel her cheeks burning. Come on, Quinn! Retaliate!
"So your eyes were completely stationary were they? Because from what I could see, they were doing a little dance up and down." Santana snorted, trying to hide her embarrassment that she'd been caught out. Before the conversation could get anymore mortifying, they arrived at Rachel's house.
"Let's get this party started then." said Santana as she turned her engine off and got out of the car. Quinn sat for a few moments trying to understand what the last conversation had meant. I hope she doesn't think I'm into her. I mean… I'm not gay. I don't like girls- especially Santana. Although she does look really hot tonight in those tight… Woah. Stop!
As the two girls entered Rachel's basement, they were met by Rachel who looked like she had stepped out of the 19th Century in her long sleeved green and white dress. They were handed two drink tokens that allowed them access to wine coolers.
"Dwarf, come and talk to Auntie Santana for a moment," Rachel apprehensively followed her to the corner of the room away from the Glee club and load music. "Look, I didn't come all the way here to have two wine coolers. Hence why I brought some other light refreshments." Santana revealed a bottle of vodka from underneath her clothes.
"How on Earth did you even fit that in there?"
"I figured that Lumps over there was doing the same thing so I gave it a go. It worked for me but sadly for him, I just realised he had man boobs." Rachel sighed.
"I didn't invite you here to insult Finn!"
"Oh please, just look at him! Greenpeace will be here soon to put him back in the sea."
"Santana, I'm not going to let you drink that in my house. My Dad's would go crazy if they found out."
"Loosen up a bit, Midget. Nothing bad will happen. Come on, just try a little bit. I'll mix it in with some soda so you won't even taste it. You'll have loads of fun," Rachel raised an eyebrow before gingerly taking the bottle from Santana's grip. "Good girl. Now go gets your drunk on." Rachel walked off and began to drink. Mission accomplished. Now good things will start to happen.
As the party went on into the early hours of the morning, karaoke got started. Quinn and Santana were the only two who weren't in the mood to join in so they snuck off into the kitchen. Quinn hoisted herself onto the island and started to laugh to herself.
"What's so funny, Fabray?" asked Santana as she approached the blonde.
"Good work getting Rachel drunk. I've never seen her act like this before. I kind of like it- she's less irritating."
"Tell me about it. My need to go all Lima-Heights on her ass is beginning to wear off. I don't know if it's the alcohol having an effect on me or if I am just starting to enjoy her company." Quinn opened her mouth in mock surprise.
"You like Rachel! I never thought I'd see the day." Santana moved in a bit closer so she was nearly between Quinn's legs.
"Can I tell you a little secret?" asked Santana as she leaned in to whisper in Quinn's ear. Her husky voice sent shivers down Quinn's spine.
"Of course," replied Quinn with a pathetic whisper. Santana smiled to herself- why had Quinn gone all shaky?
"I've never hated her. I've just been threatened by her talent. She's good. But I'm better- I just have to let everyone else see that." The alcohol swimming around Quinn's body had given her enough confidence to flirt. I don't know why I'm doing this but something is telling me I need to.
"I'm sure you're better at a lot of things, San. You just have to show me." Santana couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was Quinn Fabray flirting with her?
"Show you?" Quinn's eyes were burning into Santana's. She swore they had gotten darker. Quinn nodded. With Santana being so close to Quinn, she had begun to feel excited and that soon turned into lust. I want to touch her.
"You've got a better dress sense- I can clearly see that. These pants totally show off the best aspects of your figure," continued Quinn as she rested her hands on Santana's hips. Santana just watched Quinn's fingers glide softly over her waistband. "And from what I've heard…" Quinn pushed herself off the island so she was standing face to face with Santana. "You're quite the machine in bed." Quinn had finished the sentence by copying Santana and leaning in close to her ear. Santana felt a jolt of electricity as Quinn's lips brushed against her earlobe. She gulped and tried to regain her dominant character.
"Are you seducing me, Quinn Fabray?" questioned Santana and she stepped in so their bodies were nearly touching. Santana had never been so turned on before by verbal foreplay. She wanted Quinn so badly. "Because if you are, it's working." Quinn's tongue slowly ran across her lips, knowing that Santana was watching her every move.
"I don't know what gave you that idea, Lopez. I act like this with everyone." smirked Quinn as she raised one eyebrow. I love knowing that Santana wants me. This teasing act is really getting me excited. I need her to give in and touch me.
"Bullshit. So do you want me to show you what I do best then? It requires two people though." Quinn once again nodded. Santana moved her hands up to tightly grip Quinn's waist which forced her to intake a sharp breath. Quinn could feel Santana's nails digging into to her sides. I've never been this turned on before.
"Show me. I'm begging you." And with those words, Santana knew this was her cue to give in to the teasing and unleash her inner lust. Their lips collided fiercely as their hands ran up and down eachother's bodies. As Santana's tongue gained access into Quinn's mouth, she felt the vibrations of Quinn's moans against her lips.
"You're such a fucking tease, Fabray." mumbled Santana as she started to nibble and suck Quinn's bottom lip. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" Her hands roamed around Quinn's body until she found a pathway to her tight abs. She ran her hands gently up and down before digging her nails in and dragging them up and down. All Quinn could do was moan and move her head back with pleasure. Santana glanced at her neck before becoming hungry for the sensitive skin that needed her attention. Without hesitation, Santana's tongue made its way down Quinn's neck where it settled on a patch below her jaw. She nipped and sucked as her nails dug in deeper. She felt ravenous and wanted more. Quinn's arousal was also at an all-time high and she found her hands taking on a life of their own. They slid down to rest on Santana's ass that was tightly wrapped in soft leather. She began to kneed and squeeze.
"Fuck, Quinn." Santana moaned into her neck. "That feels so fucking good." Quinn found herself letting out words that she didn't even know she was capable of saying.
"I want you so bad, Santana. I'm all yours. Do what you want to me." Am I really saying this? Fuck… Who cares? Quinn could not even put her thoughts together when Santana's fingers began to make their way up to tease around Quinn's bra.
"You won't regret saying that. You'll soon know what filthy things are swimming around my mind right now," moaned Santana as she moved her lips down to Quinn's collar bone. Her hands were just about to undo Quinn's bra until they heard a door open and then slam shut. They jumped apart with the horror of thinking somebody could have found them like that. Santana sped to the other end of the kitchen faster than a cheetah and began to flatten down her clothes. Quinn did the same. They both stared at the door until Rachel stumbled in.
"I need water! Get me some water! Oh my God, I'm so drunk. GREAT PARTY!" yelled Rachel as the two girls winced at the piercing voice. Quinn was trying to piece together what had just happened. Me and Santana were getting it on. Shit. And I loved every second of it. It's got to be the alcohol , right? I should leave. And with that, Quinn walked out of the kitchen and out of the house. She took in her first breath of fresh air in an attempt to eliminate her arousal but it still didn't stop the dirty thoughts on her mind. What would have happened if we weren't interrupted? Fucking Rachel. I need to go home and sleep. It feels like rush hour in my head. Quinn didn't live far away, so she stumbled on home. Leaving Santana to look after the very drunk Rachel whilst trying to figure out what the hell just happened.