Quinn woke up earlier than she had wanted to, but by something she didn't expect. Next to her snoring away was her friend Santana. Santana was holding Quinn from behind with a hand around her waist. Quinn could feel Santana's body hugging closely to her own and was surprised at how comfortable it was.
"Who knew Santana was a snuggler?" Quinn thought as she delicately removed Santana's arm from around her and placed it back on the bed. "Well at least I only slept with my best friend last night and not Puckerman again… WAIT WHAT? Did I actually 'sleep' with San last night?! As in have sex?! Why aren't I wearing pants!? Oh god oh god…" Quinn paced back and forth watching the brunette snore away. Going to the bathroom she tried to calm herself down and splashed some fresh water on her face.
"What do I do? What's Brittany going to say? Oh shit! Brittany! What are we going to tell her about us!?...wait us? Quinn you aren't even sure you slept with San let alone be with her! I mean what would we tell people about us and AH Quinn stop thinking!"
She hit her head against the wall in frustration and groaned "Why did I have to drink so much last night?"
"Beats me. You were however pretty insistent on beating a team of 8 by yourself in flip cup." Santana must have woken up while Quinn was having her mental breakdown in the bathroom. Santana nudged the shocked blonde to the side and looked at herself in the mirror. "Jeez I look like crap, hey is my tooth brush still here from that last party?" Santana turned to her friend, who had looked like she wished she could blend into walls.
"Uhh uh yeah… its in the bottom drawer" Quinn replied still flat against the wall with Santana in front of her.
"Oookay" Santana sensed there was something off about her friend but the disgusting taste from her mouth distracted her. Santana turned back to the sink and started brushing her teeth. Quinn saw this as her opportunity to get out of the awkward closeness to her friend/possible lover. She started to slide away from behind Santana but on her way out she tripped over the doorway and fell to the floor.
"Are you still drunk Fabray!?" Santana laughed with foam from the toothpaste still in her mouth. "Here" She offered a hand to Quinn but the blonde went wide eyed and crawled in the opposite direction. Santana checked her hand to see if she had any globs of toothpaste on it but it was clean.
"Alright Quinn you're being weirder than usual, what's the problem?" Santana was starting to get mad.
"…uh nothing I'm just.. uh.. tired?" Quinn said to Santana, hoping it would appease her friend. Santana only replied with a glare.
"Alright fine" Quinn took a deep breath "Did we uh.. have s-sex last night?"
Santana stared at her friend to see if she was serious, which she was, and laughed so hard she started choking on her toothpaste. Catching her breath from what was almost death by toothpaste, she turned back to the blonde. "WHAT! Quinn you really must still be drunk because I did not, or will ever, have sex with you!"
"I'm not drunk San! I just got scared this morning that's all!" Quinn tried to defend herself "I don't remember much from last night and I woke up in my underwear with you basically sleeping on top of me! "Its not my fault you were to drunk to let me help you change." Santana huffed and went back to the bathroom to fix her hair. "Well, thank god anyway" Quinn said, ending the conversation.
Quinn was relieved that she didn't end up sleeping with Santana, but something about it was bothering her. "Why was she laughing so hard when I asked her? Its not like I'm gross or anything, I'm pretty attractive right? Why'd she say she'd never have sex with me so quickly? I'm like 98% sure she sleeps with Brittany why would she be so turned off by me?... Wait what am I thinking about ah! Quinn stop thinking!"
Shaking the thought out of her head, Quinn realized she was still not wearing any pants. Quickly, she changed into work out shorts and a baggy t-shirt. Picking out a similar outfit for Santana, Quinn handed her friend the clothes as she exited the bathroom.
"Oh crap." Santana remembered "I forgot to sneak out before you woke up didn't I?"
"Ha ha, very funny San" Quinn smiled "Now hurry up and change so we can get this over with already".
Santana snatched the clothes away from Quinn and started to change. "Whatever. You're just lucky your bed is super comfy, otherwise I would have left your ass to clean up this dump by yourself."
"Mhmm I'm sure it was the bed that was comfy and not using me as your personal teddy bear." Quinn winked as she started for the stairs.
"Yeah… well whatever" Santana mumbled, hoping the blonde didn't see her blush.
An hour went by and finally the mess was cleaned up. The house showed no signs of a party and reeked of cleaning supplies. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Santana met Quinn in the kitchen, tossing a trash bag out into the back yard trash can. "Alright Q, I'm done in the living room and the kitchen looks decontaminated" Santana smiled.
"Yeah I'm almost done in here, why don't you take the first shower and I'll figure out what to eat for lunch?" Quinn said still scrubbing the spotless counter.
"Alright good hustle!" Santana said and smacked Quinn's ass as if she were a football player.
"OWWWW! WHAT THE?!" Quinn shouted in pain, rubbing her back side where Santana had hit her.
"Oh stop drama queen, it was just a love tap!" Santana said nonchalantly.
"No that really really hurt San!" Quinn gritted in pain as she turned to look at her butt. She saw blue and red splotches spread across swollen skin. "Oh my god SAN! What the hell happened last night!? Was I attacked!?"
"Oooohhh I forgot about that, you fell over your own feet and landed right on your ass. It was hilarious!" Santana started to laugh just thinking about it.
"And you let me fall! You suck!" Quinn threw a wet rag towards Santana but missed.
Santana saw this as a victory "Hah! Your aim sucks Fabray!" Santana teased her as she left the kitchen, Quinn rolled her eyes and continued cleaning.
"Oh and make sure you pick something good for lunch clumsy ass! Hahaha!" she heard Santana shout from the stairs.
Each of the girls took their showers and dressed in sweats. They spent most of their afternoon hanging out in Quinn's room. There was an almost empty pizza box and a half full bottle of soda lying on top of the bed. Quinn was braiding Santana's still wet hair and Santana sat in between her legs, finishing her last piece of pizza.
"You know, I can't enjoy pizza anymore." Santana plopped the half eaten slice back in the box "It's just not the same ever since we had real pizza in New York. I mean, yeah this pizza was 'okay' but in my heart I know there is extremely better tasting pizza out there." Santana turned around to Quinn and she almost looked defeated.
"You are one of the strangest people I know" Quinn shook her head and laughed as she looked at her friend in disbelief "Only you could be so dramatic about pizza."
"Whatever, I've got my pizza and you have your bacon" Santana laughed back. She felt the new braid in her hair and thanked Quinn before turning back to looking through the tv channels. "You have HBO?! Why didn't I know this?" Quinn leaned over her friend's shoulder and turned to look at Santana.
"Uh cause you never cared before?" Quinn said.
"Uh I cared ever since Game of Thrones started its second season!" Santana grabbed the remote and turned on HBO.
"Oh god, you're obsessed with that show too? Am I the only one who hasn't given in yet?" Quinn said.
"Of course I'm obsessed with this show, I'm not an idiot!" Santana said before Quinn grabbed her remote hand and stopped her from pressing play.
"San c'mon. I don't want to watch some boring, hyped up series. Let's do something else." Quinn tried to convince her friend but it was useless, once Santana was set on something, no one could change her mind. Santana was about to go into the whole discussion of why Game of Thrones was the greatest show in the world, but she came up with a better way to convince her.
"Okay blondie I have an idea" Santana jumped from the bed and went under it to grab something. She popped right back on the bed with Quinn's cigar box.
Quinn stared at her friend with a perfectly arched eyebrow.
"I'll help you get rid of your 'stash' before mommy and daddy get home and in return, you watch game of thrones with me, as many episodes as I want." Santana said in her most convincing voice. "Trust me, once we get started, you'll be begging for more." She got up in Quinn's personal bubble and fluttered her long eyelashes, the whole deal.
"Alright alright! I give in! Just press play, crazy!" Quinn said in defeat, anything to get her friend to stop fake flirting with her.
"Yes!" Santana was so excited she kissed Quinn on the cheek before turning to the tv and setting everything up "You just sit back, relax and Aunty Snix will set everything up."
"I hate when you call your self that." Quinn said, feeling where her cheek burned from Santana's surprise kiss.
"Shut up and pay attention this is important!" Santana said pointing to the television.
Santana rolled the girls each a small joint and put whatever was left in Quinn's white and orange swirled bowl. She got up to turn the lights off and grabbed the lighter from Quinn's desk. Santana grabbed the blankets and put them over her and Quinn. She passed a joint to Quinn and lent in to light it for her. Quinn met her half way and cupped her hand around Santana's to help her light the paper. Santana gave Quinn a sweet smile, which was rare, and turned to her own joint.
"Oh and this is what makes the show is sooo good Q" Santana said meaning the extensive intro to the series. Quinn smiled and watched her friend get into the theme and music. She had never seen Santana get so excited over something considered so nerdy, it was cute to say the least. Santana also made sure to explain everything to her so she wouldn't be too confused. As Quinn enjoyed the smoke and beautiful actors in front of her, she and Santana got more comfortable. She had to admit this show was pretty cool, a perfect balance of sex, violence, and amazing plotline. Quinn also had to admit she was getting pretty high and Santana seemed so too. Santana was giggling at a little girl who had shot a perfect arrow, who was now being chased by her brother. Quinn laughed as well and turned her attention back to the show.
"Oh my god! What are they!... Aren't they brother and sister!?" Quinn gasped asking Santana for more information on what the hell was going on.
"Yes now pay attention!" Santana giggled "You'll miss it!"
"Okay… wait Bran stop! AH! They saw him! San!" Quinn grabbed on to Santana's arm for dear life "San oh my god what are they! WHAT NO! NOT BRAN!" Quinn looked to Santana for more answers but all she did was smile.
Quinn was getting angry now "Santana why did you make me watch this!"
"Are you mad at me Q?" Santana asked "Because you agreed to this."
"Damnit Santana yes I'm mad!" Quinn said as she playfully shoved the girl next to her "This show is so freaking good! Why didn't you show me before! Ugh now I'm going to get addicted to it!"
"Hahahaha! I TOLD you it was the greatest show ever!" Santana said as she got up to throw out the gross ends of their joints. "Just wait till we really get into the show. You are going to flip!" She climbed back into the bed and took a swig of soda from the bottle from before. She passed the bottle to Quinn, who took a big gulp, and picked up the pipe.
"Ready for round 2 blondie?" Santana grinned as she passed Quinn the pipe.
Quinn was still pretty high from round 1 but she reminded herself that this was the last bit left.
"Ready when you are Aunty Snix" Quinn smirked back at her friend.
"See Q, I told you it was a sexy nickname!" Santana replied, lighting Quinn's bowl for her.
Santana watched as Quinn took in the smoke without breaking eye contact. Quinn blew the smoke out towards Santana's face, laughing at her friend's scrunched up face. Santana took the pipe for herself and before she took a hit she asked Quinn "Have you ever done a shotgun?"
"A shotgun? Like with a can of beer?" Quinn asked, confused by what her friend was asking.
"No a shotgun with smoke. Here I'll show you." Santana turned her body to face Quinn's and sat so their knees were nudging each other.
"I'm going to take a hit and when I lean forward, you meet me halfway and open your mouth" Santana said.
Before Quinn could say anything, Santana light the bowl and inhaled deep. She lent forward and lightly pulled on Quinn's neck to let her know to get ready. Quinn did as Santana said and met her half way with her mouth slightly open. Quinn felt her lips connect with Santana's in what almost felt like a kiss. The smoke from the brunette's mouth filled Quinn's and she inhaled further. Santana slowly pulled away, her soft lips leaving Quinn's, and watched Quinn exhale a surprisingly large amount of smoke.
Santana thought she'd never believe it but Quinn Fabray was pretty sexy. "Jesus, I've never seen Quinn do anything bad before and now she's right in front of me high as a kite. This might be the weed talking but damn she looks hot. I hope I get to see more of this Quinn this summer."
"Well, what'd ya think?" Santana asked her quiet friend.
"That was… wow… that was fun!" Quinn finally got it out of her throat.
"Mhmm" was all Santana said as she put down the pipe, slid under the covers more closely to Quinn, and started the next episode.
Quinn went to fix her position on the bed into a more comfortable one when she sat on the remote.
"OW! Ugh fuck you Santana this bruise on my ass is all your fault! Quinn said suddenly, taking Santana by surprise.
"Hey Q, what the hell? We were just having a nice moment here!" Santana said in her defense "What's your problem anyway? Never have a bruise?"
"Yeah, but never on my ass so every time I sit, I'm uncomfortable and in pain! Quinn complained.
"Well what do you expect me to do about it!?" Santana asked a little too suddenly. The blonde saw this as her opportunity for revenge.
"Hmm well there is something you can do about it" Quinn said with a sly grin.
"Oh god" Santana huffed "Just tell me what it is so you can stop bothering me about your horrible butt problems."
There was a pause between the two girls while Quinn's grin grew even bigger and so did Santana's nerves.
"Kiss it." Quinn simply stated
"W-What?" Santana was confused.
"KISS MY ASS LOPEZ!" Quinn cackled like an evil witch with too much power.
"What? No! No way Fabray!" Santana said trying to get her friend to change her mind.
"Nope you gotta do it now, my mind is set." Quinn laughed "Santana Lopez is going to kiss my ass! Hah!"
"Ugh! Damnit Q, okay turn over." Santana groaned "Lets get this over with while I still have some dignity left."
Quinn turned around with her back to her friend and pulled her sweat pants down just enough to show the bruise. Santana took in the slightly discolored skin and scoffed "Oh c'mon Q, your such a baby!"
Quinn just ignored her and was quietly chanting "Kiss it. Kiss it. Kiss it…"
Santana just rolled her eyes and did the job. She gave the swollen skin a delicate peck and blushed. "This is probably the most humiliating thing I've ever done. Well actually that's probably a lie but whatever. Hmph she can have her revenge and I'll get mine soon enough."
Quinn barely felt Santana's lips on her backside but knew she had done it. She turned around to meet her embarrassed friend. "HAH Santana Lopez kisses Qui-mmph!" She was cut off by Santana's lips smashing into her own. She was so surprised by the sudden heat and desire from the kiss, Quinn's body froze. Santana's lips were pressed hard against Quinn's but she couldn't help but realize how soft and delicate her lips were. Quinn closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the moment but it was too late. Before Quinn could return the kiss, Santana had pulled away. Victory was shinning in Santana's eyes.
"A HA! Quinn Fabray kisses her own ass! Haha!" Santana said, falling on her back laughing.
Quinn was stunned "Why..W-What the hell are you talking about!?" suddenly angry.
"I kissed your ass, I kissed you, transitive property Fabray! You kissed your own ass!" Santana was inlove with her own logic.
"What?! That's not how it works!" Quinn argued "Y-Your high! You're the ass kisser!"
"Hey you said kissing your ass would make it feel better!" Santana said "I'm a healer, Quinn, YOU are the ass kisser!"
"Your ridiculous!" Quinn shouted.
It had no affect on the cackling brunette, Quinn Fabray had kissed her own ass and that was final.
"Ugh! I hate you San." Quinn grumbled "You better not remember this tomorrow."
"Oh calm down blondie, I'm just having a little fun messing with ya." Santana came down from her laughing tirade and threw an arm around Quinn's shoulder "C'mon, lets get back to the episode or you'll be super behind on the drama."
And with that, Quinn relaxed and settled in to Santana's side, her head on her friend's shoulder. The girls spent the rest of the night watching the dramatic series, enjoying each others company.
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Another chapter down! Thanks for all the great feedback! I wish I knew how to repond to your reviews indiviually but I'm too stupid to figure it out. I'll try to keep up with adding more chapters, have 1 chapter uploaded each week atleast. Again this is my first time writing and would love ANY kind of feedback, bad or good. oh and they won't be smoking pot in every chapter if that bothers some people, it was just an idea I had, I'm not that big of a pothead I swear!
Thanks again!