Santana slid the door to her loft open and escorted Quinn in. It was another converted industrial space, the appeal of which Quinn still couldn't fathom. What was so wrong with walls? There was a reason the people who built homes and the people who built factories used different design plans. But the rustic bohemian decor was cute enough and there was a charm to the place.
"You have roommates?" Quinn asked.
"Actually…. You won't believe who I live with…"
"Will they be home?" Quinn interrupted wanting to know how quiet and controlled she had to be. She could be both of those things but it didn't feel like that sort of night.
"No they are back home for Thanksgiving. But they will be surprised to see you. They…"
Within seconds Quinn had Santana pinned against the door her mouth covering hers in a hungry, desperate kiss that made Santana swallow her words and respond in kind. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. It was all teeth and tongue and it left Quinn breathless and needing more. She quickly moved down to Santana's neck biting down hard and then easing the pain with her tongue making Santana moan.
"Jesus Christ, Q." Santana breathed out. "Slow down. We have all night."
"I remember you know." Quinn breathed in Santana's ear. "I remember you twirling in front of me in those short skirts. I used to think about it when I would touch myself. I want to play out those dreams…"
"Bull shit, Quinn." Santana responded with a laugh and Quinn stepped away surprised by the response. It was true. It was bull shit. Mostly. In high school the thought of being aroused by women horrified and terrified her. Even now, when that hunger couldn't be denied, she wasn't thrilled about the situation. She would never have allowed such a fantasy to actively play out in her mind at the time but she knew looking back how aroused it had made her.
"Look, Q, I want this. I want this as much as you. More. The second I saw you in that bar so comfortable with that girl almost literally drooling on you I knew we would end up here. But don't play games. You aren't the seductress. I'm not the seductress. We are just Quinn and Santana. Equals. No one is being seduced."
"If I remember correctly I was head cheerleader and you followed my lead. Since when are we equals?" Quinn responded lightly a smile playing on her lips.
"Since now, asshole." Santana chuckled. "Come here." Santana kissed her lightly and then led her to her bedroom. Well, "bedroom". An open area with a bed and a sheet hanging up. Quinn seriously didn't know what people had against walls and doors. They were great, useful inventions. Leave it to Goddamn hipsters to decide walls, of all things, were overrated.
Santana pulled Quinn out of her internal rant by bringing her in for a kiss. It was soft and slow this time. Santana's tongue meeting Quinn's in languid strokes. Gently Santana began to undress Quinn but Quinn pulled away. Quickly but carefully she undressed herself while Santana watched in a mixture of amusement of arousal. She folded her clothes and put them on top of the dresser. The idea of her dress in a wrinkled heap on the floor gave her anxiety.
"You are still a control freak." Santana whispered.
Quinn ignored her pulling her back into her and crashing their lips together again. She had no concerns about Santana dress being in a wrinkled heap on the floor and quickly discarded it for her pulling away slightly to appreciate Santana's toned body.
"Jesus, Santana. You are beautiful."
Without further communication she pulled Santana down onto the bed. Santana preferred slow and Quinn wanted it fast and hard. They met in the middle by going both ways several times until both were ready to drift into dreamless sleep.
The sound of sirens pulled Quinn out of sleep while Santana remained snoring lightly beside her. The clock said it was 3:43 in the morning and Quinn lay paralyzed with doubt. Normally, she would leave in this situation. Sneaking out without the other party being the wiser was sort of the ideal. But this was Santana. They had barely caught up at all. Not with words. On the other hand, this was Santana. A girl who had claws and could be viciously cutting. She had been gracious and gentle the night before but now that she had gotten what she wanted who was to say she wouldn't mock her for still being in her bed in the morning? The idea of one of the best nights of sex she had ever had being marred by her unwelcome presence in the morning was enough to make Quinn decide to flee.
Quietly she began to shift out of the bed intent on getting her clothes and leaving but a pair of strong arms pulled her back into the bed. Santana brought her body against Quinn's and she couldn't help but moan a little at the feeling of Santana's breasts pressed against her bare back.
"Where are you going?" Santana asked sleepily.
"I was going to go…"
"Where do you live?"
"I am at 90th and Riverside Drive." Quinn responded and that woke Santana right up.
"Are you fucking serious, Quinn? It is four in the morning. How the fuck did you think you were going to get all the way from Bushwick to freaking Harlem at four in the morning? Were you going to hitchhike?"
"It isn't Harlem. It is still the Upper West Side." Quinn responded. "And I have always managed…"
"Yeah, I don't need to know about your many concubines out here in Brooklyn that you leave lonely and cold in the middle of the night. What the hell? You were just going to take off? I am not some random slut, Quinn." Santana was sleepy and mad and Quinn couldn't help think she looked adorable. She looked like a toddler who had been woken from a nap to find out they had been left in an orphanage. Although, maybe she shouldn't find the image of orphaned toddlers adorable.
"Look, it isn't like that. I just… I didn't want you to wake up and be disappointed that I was still here. That kind of awkward moment would just ruin last night, which was kind of perfect. I was going to leave my cell number." Disarmed by Santana's adorable pouting Quinn was uncharacteristically honest. Except for the cell phone number part. She wasn't sure she would have done that.
"Jesus, you are such an idiot. Come here." Santana patted the bed next to her requesting for Quinn to let her spoon her. Quinn complied melting into Santana's arms.
"Tomorrow… or today is Thanksgiving. What are you doing?" Santana asked.
"Nothing. My parents and I like to limit our visits to a few days at Christmas and a week in the summer. And my boyfriend…" She felt Santana tense and decided not to get into the issue with Henry. "Nothing. I was just going to study."
"I am not doing anything either. Spend it here with me? We'll spend it eating curry with the Indians down the street just like the Pilgrims would want."
"Wrong kind of Indians." Quinn chuckled. She wondered why Santana wasn't home with her family but it didn't feel like the right time.
"Like the Pilgrims would know the difference. Barbra and Judy won't be home for a few days and I really want to spend time with you. Just stay, Q. Please?"
Quinn responded by grabbing one of the hands that cuddled her and kissing it. It was honestly the best offer she had had in a long time.