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Quinn leaned up against the closed door once she entered the room. Santana was sitting on the bed, her back against the headboard, headphones wrapped around her head, plugged to a laptop on her lap, and her eyes shut and pointing at the ceiling. She was in a tank top and very short shorts. Quinn smiled to herself at the drumming fingers on the brunette's leg. They were still gorgeous legs, even without alcohol running through her system. The need to run her hand on those thighs emerged but she shrug it away, moving forward and sitting on the edge of the bed, her back to the Latina. Santana's eyes were startled open by the weight shift of the bed.
"Hey", Santana said taking off the headphones "You OK?" Santana was a bitch. Or at least, Santana was always known as a bitch. She was never one to fear a reaction or even the impact of what she had to say. She enjoyed it. It wasn't that she was heartless, she simply told the truth. The merciless, ugly, hits you over the head and makes you want to throw up - truth. But even she couldn't find it in her to say anything hurtful to either Quinn or Rachel today.
"Yeah. Of course."Quinn replied shuffling through her suitcase. She wasn't OK. Missing Beth was hard on a regular day. But having to talk to Rachel about it. Having to listen to her reasoning as to why she should and shouldn't have the baby, made her heart physically ache. An ache she really wanted something to replace. Santana did right by Rachel, calling her for help. She did the right thing. But that didn't change the fact that this was going to be a very hard weekend for Quinn. She stood up, toiletries and cloths in hand and left the room without looking back at the brunette on the bed.
Santana had no doubt nothing was going to happen tonight between her and Quinn. It was a decision she made with herself before calling the blond and asking her to come all the way to the big apple. It's wasn't that she didn't like it the last time, quite the opposite actually. But that was just the problem... Quinn wasn't just some one night stand that could be repeated with no consequences. She was an old friend, someone who knew her better than most people ever will. Going down that kind of path with a straight, gorgeous girl who she could actually find herself at some point falling for, was simply not a good idea. But still when she went to pick out her night cloths she picked out her shortest shorts and her tightest tank top. Telling herself she was still allowed to feel sexy. Even if nothing was going to happen.
When Quinn came back, wearing oddly similar cloths to Santana's she found the brunette curled up inside the sheets. obviously not asleep, but certainly putting up the act. She isn't half as bad as she tries to make people think she is, Quinn thought to herself and climbed into bed. Silently appreciating the brunettes understating of her unwillingness to talk at the moment. She tried to fall asleep. She really did. But her body was much too restless to even relax, let alone drift over. Thoughts of Beth kept flooding through her, so she turned over to look at Santana, who in the meantime managed to throw off most of the blanket, unused to the extra body heat in her bed. She looked peaceful and quite.
Quinn let her eyes wander down the toned, tanned leg draped over the covers and up to the breasts, pressed between two folded arms. The memories of Beth immediately replaced by much more recent memories. Toned legs spread wide, enveloping her, supple lips tasting every inch in her body. She could feel a warm buzz beginning to hum inside of her. This is not a good idea, she thought. A three time thing is a thing, not an experience. True as that may be, this was by far better than the alternative. She could have this just once more, just tonight, just to let her body relax, and then tomorrow things would just go back to being as they were. Santana knows she's straight, and it's not like it's something they've never done before. She knew both of them found the other attractive. extremely attractive if the last time was any indication... So there really shouldn't be a problem.
Santana could feel Quinn's eyes burring into her. She could feel them on her face and on her body, and it was slowly chipping away at her resolve. Her own eyes begged to be opened, to be allowed their own venture onto the blond's beautiful body. But she wasn't about to give in. It was a two time thing. That was what they agreed on, and frankly anything else would be treading on dangerous grounds.
Quinn inched closer to Santana, slowly letting her hand rise to the dark hair behind closed eyes. But pulling it back just before it could reach its destination. She took a deep breath and tried again. This time not stopping herself. This time, She let her palm caress the soft hair it found. This time, Santana had to open her eyes.
TBC
