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Santana is sitting in the stands of the McKinley football field, iPhone in hand as she tries to avoid staring at all of the girl's who are spinning around in really short skirts. She's glad she had decided not to join the Cheerio's along with Brittany because there is no way in hell she would have some sort of accident of getting a boner during a simple lift or helping a fellow Cheerio stretch. At least for Brittany, who had admittedly told Santana over the summer that she too has an attraction to girls, she can hide her arousal.
She knows that the practice is winding down when she sees Sue Sylvester toss her megaphone onto the field and storm off towards the field house. Her eyes are brought back to the girls trying to disassemble themselves from a rather perfect looking pyramid when she hears the sweet voice of none other than head Cheerio, Quinn Fabray.
It's no secret that Quinn Fabray is one of the hottest girls at McKinley and that she is one of the most sought after girls. But, as it seems, the blonde cheerleader has kept herself busy with clubs and groups alike, avoiding ever giving any guy the chance to court her. Plus, Santana is kind of hoping that her reason for not getting with any of the loser guys at their school is because she likes girls. But then again, this thought bothers her because even though the Latina is a girl, she kind of has a part of a boy and she can't help but figure that this will be a no-no for the president of the Celibacy Club.
Brittany looks up to the stands as she heads for her bag and catches Santana staring at Quinn's ass as she bends over at the water jug. She giggles to herself and calls out Santana's name catching the girl's attention right away. Brittany laughs and points at her and moves closer to Quinn and proceeds to playfully slap her in the ass. The head cheerleader snaps up to attention and shoves Brittany's shoulder and giggles at her antics. Santana, watching the whole scene turns beat read and hurries off to her car to the bottom of the step and to her car to wait for Brittany.
Sometimes, times like these, she wishes she and Brittany didn't share everything with each other. The blonde is always playfully trying to embarrass Santana with her knowledge of the girl's crushes and or sexual desires she has secretly shared. Obviously it's only between the two of them do these jokes go through but still, she needs to start working on ways to completely embarrass Brittany in front of the whole student body, even if only for her own amusement.
As she is sitting in her mother's car waiting for Brittany to finally emerge from the locker room at the field house her eyes nearly bug out of her head when she sees her blonde friend and another blonde beside her. But it's not just any blonde, it's Quinn fucking Fabray and she is heading over towards her car. The tap on her driver's side window is what startles her and she realizes she has been having a fantasy of sorts and finds Brittany standing on the other side with a smirk on her face and a bashful looking Quinn.
"What?" Santana inquires realizing her tone is a bit harsh and she tosses Quinn a kind smile for good measure.
"Quinn doesn't have a ride." Brittany says slowly, her eyes widening and her smile going from ear to ear as she winks at her friend. "And she asked me if I could ask you," She giddily shakes her shoulders while Santana's eyes beg her to stop humiliating her. "Can give her a ride home." Santana glances between the two blonde's, Quinn is smirking and it looks as though her cheeks are lightly pink and her eyes are focused on the ground as she kicks at pebbles. "So?"
"Her house is like, past mine I don't…" Santana starts going through the car ride in her mind but stops speaking when Brittany leans forward and flicks her ear. "Uh, yeah, of course." She smiles over at Quinn and nods.
"Great." Brittany beams over her shoulder. "Told you it was no problem." Then she goes right for the door for the backseat and calls over her shoulder. "You sit shot gun since you'll be in the car longer."
The car ride would have been silent if it wasn't for Brittany talking a mile a minute, Santana thanked her for that much. When she pulls up to the Pierce home Brittany leans forward to give her a quick peck on the cheek and squeezes Quinn's shoulder telling her she'll see her tomorrow and for Santana to call her.
"Thanks so much for the ride." Quinn says softly once they start driving again. Santana nervously grips the steering wheels, the sweat pouring from her palms making it a little hard to remain calm, cool and collected but she does her best.
"Of course." She tells the blonde offering her a kind smile. "No problem."
"Can I ask you a question?" Quinn asks, her fingers fiddling with the bottom hem of her Cheerio's skirt.
"Sure." The Latina shrugs her shoulders and nods.
"Are you and Brittany like…?" Her voice trails off, not really certain on how to broach the subject and Santana glances at her briefly out of the corner of her eye. "I always see you two together, you're always at our practices and drive her home all the time." Quinn points out slowly and Santana can hear the hesitation in her voice. "Do you like her?" Santana whips her head in the blonde's direction and can't fight the burst of laughter that pops out of her mouth.
"Seriously?" She throws her head back in hysterics, but maintains eye contact with the road. "Absolutely not, well, I mean as a friend of course." She shakes her head suddenly feeling a little relieved and relaxed in the company of Quinn Fabray. The laughter subsides and Quinn smiles politely even if she doesn't find the humor in all this quite the way the girl beside her does and then after a short while she speaks up again as they turn onto her block.
"I notice you." Quinn turns in her seat, facing the Latina who looks confused.
"Hmm?" Santana hums out.
"Watching me." Her cheeks turn pink and she picks up on the dark haired girl's turning a shade as well. "I notice because I'm watching you too." Santana slows the car down as she snaps her head towards Quinn, eyebrow arched to her hairline.
"Wait you…?"
"I think you're cute." Quinn shrugs, tearing her eyes from those dark browns and bites on her lower lip.
"I think you are too." Santana whispers, watching the blonde look out the window and point towards a light blue house.
"That's mine." She tells the Latina.
They come to a stop in front of the Fabray house and Santana puts the car in park. She wipes her hands down on her jeans and slowly lifts her head to look at Quinn who she finds out is staring back at her, lower lip still between her teeth.
"Thanks for the lift." Quinn breathes out and slowly leans in to place a kiss onto Santana's cheek but stops herself at the last second and presses her lips to Santana's.
Santana is too shocked and way too happy about these current events to pull away. Even if in 2.2 seconds Quinn breaks them apart and runs out of her car, at least she'll have this moment. So she brings her hand up to grip at Quinn's neck to pull her closer as their mouths open up. The blonde is leaning further towards her till her left arm is resting on the center console and her right hand comes over to land on the Latina's thigh. Santana jumps at the contact but keeps their lips melded together, tasting Quinn's tongue with her own and completely reveling in it.
"I've liked you for such a long time." Quinn breathes out into her mouth.
When Quinn's hand came up and over to the crotch of her pants both girls went stiff, well, Santana was already kind of stiff but that's neither here nor there. Their eyes pop open and meet through the dim light of the Fabray living room. The blonde's eyebrows furrow and all Santana can hear is the beating of her heart and its racing, fast. She can't read Quinn's eyes or the way her lips are twisting around and she doesn't know what it means when she slowly moves her hand down to rest on Santana's thigh. When the blonde's gaze drops from the Latina's eyes and lands directly on the spot her hand has just left, Santana shifts uncomfortably simply waiting for the questions and possibly the disgusting words followed by her running out of the car.
"What the...?" Quinn looks back up to meet Santana's dark eyes but she can't find them, the dark haired girl is doing anything she can to not look into those hazel eyes. "Santana?" Her voice is soft but questioning and when the Latina gazes into her eyes she doesn't see fear or discomfort but curiosity and slight concern. "Are you like," Glancing down briefly she shifts in her seat. "Wearing a str..."
"No." Santana chimes in before the blonde can even finish that sentence, the idea of her wearing a strap on seems to be an even more embarrassing concept than the actual truth. When Santana fails to say anything else, Quinn removes her hand from the girl's knee and straightens out her Cheerio's skirt then up to fix her pony tail. "I guess I should go huh?" But when she moves to put the car back into drive she pauses when Quinn's soft hand covers her own, stopping her.
"No, don't." She softly tells her and when Santana turns to look at her the blonde smiles kindly at her. "Stay." Santana nods and relaxes herself back into her seat, still feeling nervous but slightly better at the fact that Quinn hasn't freaked out as of yet. "So..." She begins when she figures Santana isn't going to offer any information so quickly. "You can talk to me, tell me things if you want to. I won't tell anyone." She offers nervously.
"Of course." Santana breathes out, smiles at the blonde and clears her throat. "And you can tell me things too." Quinn rolls her eyes playfully.
"So then tell me." She shrugs her shoulders, nods her head towards Santana's crotch and locks eyes with the girl.