Hey guys! I know it's been a while and I'm going to get around to finishing off BEOHA. But I thought this was going to help me get back into my writing. So here you'll find my submissions for Quinntana Week 2012 :) Enjoy.
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Day One: Unresolved Sexual Tension
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Words: 2700
Summary: Quinn is trying to get by as a nurse intern, but a certain annoying colleague won't stay out of her mind.
But we just hang around and think of clever things to say.
Maybe its the way Santana's eyes darken or the way her eyelids hover over those sex eyes of hers. Or the way she smirks when she straddles Quinn's legs. Gripping her hands around the side of the top bunk; grinding herself down against Quinn's leg. Quinn's heart races. It all felt so wrong. Something about it was so goddamn wrong. But she wanted. Fuck did she want it.
"Quinn! Quinn!"
Her eyes snap open to a head of blonde, a hand pushing her shoulder and the tiniest bit of dribble sticking to her cheek.
"Your shift starts in ten minutes." Sam smiles.
"Thanks Sam." Quinn wipes her mouth subtly, pulling her hair back into a pony tail and straightens out her scrubs.
"No problem. By the way, you're rostered on with Santana."
Great.
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Santana sits on top of the nurses station desk, flirting up a storm with Mindy, the receptionist. Quinn wonders if they've slept together already? If Santana's lame charm even works on her? If Santana even has charm or do girls just drop their pants for her?
"You're supposed to be in room 27." Quinn tells Santana, checking the shift board.
"Been there, done that." Santana replies.
"Is that your reply to everything?" Quinn responds.
A smile creeps onto Santana's face, she turns to Quinn, leaving Mindy to occupy herself, "Fabray's got jokes!"
Naturally, Quinn rolls her eyes. How on earth did she get paired up with Santana? Santana made her cringe. Well, she was kind of funny, sometimes. Other times she was just mean. And annoying. And ridiculously hot. Wait, what?
"Hey you guys! Did you see the patient come in with an axe in his leg?" Sam interrupts excitedly, grabbing a pen from the desk.
"My poor eyes." Rachel, another nurse comments.
"You get way to excited over gruesome shit. You know, you're starting to make me wonder why you actually want to be a nurse?" Santana shakes her head at Sam, jumping off the desk.
Sam looks away, embarrassed.
"Ignore her." Quinn reassures.
"Oh, isn't that cute. Enough of the puppy dog eyes Sammy, Q's got work to do." Santana smirks, leading Quinn to their next patient.
Quinn wonders how it's even possible that she was having sex dreams about Santana?!
"Good afternoon." Santana smiles as she enters the room with Quinn in tow. "My name is Santana, this is Quinn and you must be Leah."
Quinn is amazed at Santana's sincerity. She's so polite. And kind. And Quinn wonders what the hell is going on?
"Hi." Leah greets them both with a cheerful smile.
"How are you feeling today?" Santana asks, while Quinn checks the charts.
"Better. Except the foods not that great." Leah screws up her face.
"I know right?" Santana agrees, causing Leah to laugh along with her.
"You guys are really pretty for nurses." Leah comments.
"You should see Quinn out of her scrubs." Santana whispers and Quinn isn't sure whether or not she's heard right.
"We're just going to change your IV drip now. Is that okay? I promise it wont hurt a bit." Quinn tells her and Leah nods.
"The doctor thinks I'll be here for at least another week." Leah sighs as Quinn begins to change her drip.
"That sucks. But hey, at least you'll get better and then you can go have all the fun you want?" Santana smiles. Quinn watches her subtly, trying to find the line between this Santana and the Santana she's known for the last three weeks since they became interns.
"All done." Quinn finishes up.
"Right kid, you call us if you need anything, okay?"
Leah nods eagerly and smiles at both girls as they head out.
"What was that?" Quinn asks
"What was what?" Santana fires back.
"That! You, being all nice and almost genuine? It creeps me out."
"I'm nice to people who are nice to me."
Quinn stifles a laugh. "That's the biggest load of bull I've ever heard."
"You know what? Fuck you Fabray."
Yes please.
"Not once in the last three weeks have I ever seen you be nice to someone whose pants you don't want to get into."
A smirk slides over Santana's lips. "Is this what this is about? You want me to get into your pants?"
Quinn's cheeks flush red and she already feels the defense coming. "Don't be stupid. I'm straight."
"That's what they all say."
"You're such a pig."
"And you're a stuck up prude."
"You wouldn't know the first thing about me."
"Oh really? One. The only reason you became a nurse was because your Daddy was a doctor. Two. You know Sam likes you, but you don't have the balls to set him straight. Because you like the fact that someone wants you. And three, you haven't had good sex ever since you lost your V card." Santana smirks, strutting ahead of Quinn.
Quinn stands there for a moment, before catching up. "You're wrong."
"Excuse me?"
"I became a nurse because I spent way too much time seeing the way my father barely cared about his patients and how nurses did so much more."
"Fine. Then I was right about the other two." Santana shrugs her shoulders, leaving Quinn outside the room and plastering Nurse Santana's smile on her face.
"I am beat." Quinn slides down the wall, sitting next to Rachel and Sam in a lonely corridor by the nurses room.
"Tell me about it." Rachel agrees, downing the last of her water.
"How was your shift with Satan?" Sam asks Quinn.
"Oh Sammy, your insults get lamer by the day." Santana struts down the corridor. "I don't know about you three, but i'm going for a drink."
"You start again at eight am!" Rachel exclaims.
"Then I'll just come back here and sleep it off. Besides I said a drink!"
Sam jumps at the opportunity. "I'm in. I could blow off some stress." '
"Oh why not, it's been at least a week. Is there Karaoke?" Rachel asks.
"Of course there is. But I swear if you get up and sing one of those fucking broadway songs you hum around here all day, I will shoot you."
"Fine. But i'm in." Rachel agrees.
Sam turns his attention to Quinn. "What about you?"
Santana cocks a brow at the blonde.
"You guys go ahead."
"Surprise, surprise." Santana rolls her eyes.
"Come on Quinn, you could use a break." Sam tries.
"What I need is a decent sleep."
"What you need is a decent-"
"Santana!" Quinn scolds her.
"Hey, we're all thinking it. Isn't that right Sammy?"
"You're such a bitch sometimes." Quinn lifts herself from the ground, storming past the Latina.
"Lighten up Q." Santana rolls her eyes, having to follow Quinn into the nurses room, through to the lockers.
She passes her in silence as Quinn lays on her side, face turned towards the wall.
Quinn can hear the showers turn on. She hates to think of it. Think of Santana getting undressed. She imagines Santana's tanned skin dripping with water.
"You sure you don't want to come out Quinn? It'll only be for an hour or two?" Quinn is ripped out of her thoughts at the sound of Rachel's voice.
"I'm sure. You guys go. Have fun." Quinn lays on her back as Santana walks through the door, wearing the tightest pair of jeans and a waist coat. Her hairs down for once and suddenly Quinn feels so out of her league.
"You gonna close that jaw of yours Fabray? You know, being straight and all." Santana smirks. Quinn blushes, screwing her face up and turning back towards the wall.
"Don't wait up." Santana whispers in her ear. "Or you know, do."
"Piss off Santana." Quinn fires back, receiving a laugh in return as Santana shuts out the lights, leaving Quinn in peace.
She rolls over to face the wall, groaning with frustration. Why did it have to be Santana Lopez of all people? There was Sam. Practically drooling over her every time they were in the same room together. But Santana? That girl would rather drool over herself than Quinn. Why was she even thinking about this? She didn't want it. Knew she couldn't have it. And definitely knew she shouldn't.
She's in the locker room, changing out of her scrubs, when a hand slips around her waist. She let's out the faintest yelp.
"Shh." The voice whispers in her ear. She doesn't know if her heart wants to race even faster when she realizes who it is.
"I know you want this. Don't think I haven't seen you trying to stare at my ass. Bet you've thought about us together. About me inside you."
"Santana-"
"We'll get to that soon."
Quinn's eyes slowly dip back at the feeling of Santana's tongue on her neck.
"Mm."
Her eyes snap open at the sound of laughter.
"You have got to be kidding me!" Santana lets out a laugh, standing at Quinn's bunk. "Good dream Q?"
"Fuck!" Quinn sits up in shock.
"Tell me about it?" Santana surprisingly sits on the edge. Quinn tenses, smelling the faint smell of cigarettes.
"You're kidding right?" She scoffs.
"Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not?" Santana inches closer.
But Quinn's not falling for it. "Fuck you Santana!" She pushes herself up off the bed and away from Santana.
"I know you want to." Santana follows her.
Quinn spins on her heel, chest heaving at just how close Santana is to her now. She tries not to show just the kind of affect this is all having on her. "You don't know shit."
"I know I just caught you moaning my name in your sleep. That says something!"
"It's just been a long day!" Quinn lies.
Santana places her palm on the wall behind Quinn's head. "Maybe i'll help you out with that one day."
The door opens, forcing Santana to back off.
"Uh sorry. I was just coming to-"
"Check on your girlfriend? She's still in one piece." Santana winks, leaving Quinn in an even more awkward situation with Sam.
"I uh, just came to see if you were okay?" Sam asks, nervously scratching the back of his neck.
"I'm fine!" Quinn storms off into the lockers.
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Santana wonders if Quinn forgot the fact that she practically followed her into the locker area. She hates to look like a perve, no wait, she doesn't. She's sure to keep quiet for once, watching from behind a row of lockers, unnoticed, as Quinn slowly strips out of her scrubs. She can't wait to use this to her advantage.
But what she didn't expect, was the affect this was having on her. She was actually getting turned on at the sight of Quinn 'Panties stuck up her ass' Fabray. That ass. Those panties. Holy shit! She digged Quinn Fabray. She was surprisingly toned. In all the right places. And that hair. She never really had a thing for blondes. Unless it was bottled.
She waited for Quinn to leave for the showers before making her way back out.
–
"Fabray! Lopez! I need you two in room 24!"
Quinn rolls her eyes. Of course she wasn't going to be able to avoid being paired up with Santana forever. She waited for some sort of smart remark from the Latina. But there was none. Maybe this was her chance to finally give Santana a taste of her own medicine.
"Yo, you coming?" Quinn frowns at the lack of attitude from the Latina.
She follows suit, into the room where they find the little girl from days earlier.
"Santana! Quinn!" Leah smiles.
"Hey Kid." Santana greets her.
"Hi" Quinn's equally friendly.
"How are you feeling?" Santana asks, checking her charts.
"The doctor said I'm going to have to stay a little longer."
"You know that's because we want you to be at your full potential when you leave, right?" Quinn tells her, checking her blood pressure.
Santana watches subtly. Seeing Quinn in a whole new light. God, what was going on with her? Why couldn't she get the image of Quinn in her bra and panties out of her head?
"Santana?"
Santana snaps from her thoughts.
"Yeah?" She asks, trying to act as normal as possible. But Quinn knows better.
"Everything okay?"
"Fine." Santana answers. "I'm just going to change your drip, okay? Won't hurt a bit."
Leah nods with a grin.
Santana watches as Quinn and Leah giggle about something together. She frowns, not liking being out of the loop.
"She's pretty though." Santana overhears.
"Yeah." Santana tries to hide her smile at Quinn's reply.
"All done!' Santana finishes, smirking at Quinn.
"Thanks!"
"You're welcome." The two of them reply in unison, causing Leah to giggle.
"See you round kid." Santana nods.
"Just buzz if you need us."
"Bye!"
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"So you think I'm pretty?" Quinn rolls her eyes at the bounce in Santana's step.
"Maybe I do, maybe I don't." Quinn shrugs coolly.
"Oh you so do!"
"You know what else I think?" Quinn asks. This gets Santana's attention.
She shrugs her shoulders.
Quinn stops, loving the fact that she's at least an inch taller than Santana. What she loves even more is the way Santana stands up straight when Quinn surprisingly takes a step forward. She can feel the nervous heat radiating off Santana. She drops her voice into a whisper. Moving further into Santana's personal space."I think that if you hadn't been such a perve the other day and actually made a move. Maybe, just maybe, you could've done more than just looked." Quinn smirks, turning on her heel and leaving Santana standing in shock.
"Fucking tease." She whispers. "It is so on Fabray!"
