A/N: Lots of fun birthday and Halloween stuff for me but I'm finally back with another chapter. This one is twice as long so it has some slower parts but like I promised, things pick up. Hope you enjoy it!
"Alright, everybody out..I needs me some alone time!" Quinn heard Santana's voice filter over the sounds of other girl's chatter and running water coming from the showers in the girl's locker room. She peeked over the stall styled edge of the shower to see girls scurrying out with only one or two stragglers that Santana continued to chide until they also vacated. Santana's gaze met Quinn's and her hard look softened.
"I'm not getting out." Quinn stated, ready for the Latina to give her hell.
"You can stay.." Santana offered the blonde a small sheepish smile but Quinn's response was just to roll her eyes and shake her head. Turning her back to Santana she moved under the spray of the shower head.
"Look Q...I-I'm not good at expressing myself." Santana started hesitantly.
"Really? I think you play the part of the bitch pretty well." Quinn quiped.
Santana looked off to the side, feeling as though she deserved the jab. "But there's more to me than that...and I think you know that."
"Does this conversation have a point?" Quinn asked before she was startled by the sudden nibble to her ear. Quickly turning around she covered herself only to be greeted by the teasing smirk of Santana, still fully clothed in her Cheerio's uniform.
"Nothing I haven't seen before, remember?" Santana taunted.
"What are you doing?" Quinn asked as she backed away from the Latina, only to find that her back was literally up against the wall.
"I'm getting to the point of the conversation.." Santana purred as she slowly made her way closer to Quinn like a predator stalking its prey.
"Which is?" the blonde asked puzzled.
"Which is, that I'm better at showing how I feel instead of saying it. And I want to show you." Santana smirked as she closed the short gap between them, now fully under the spray of the shower with Quinn. The blonde looked like a deer in headlights until Santana started placing small kisses to her neck. The neck was Quinn's soft spot and Santana knew it. The Latina worked her way up, leaving a trail of kisses along Quinn's chin and jaw line but she refused to kiss her lips.
It was all working like a charm because Quinn was no longer covering herself. Instead she had her palms pressed against the wall, using it for balance as she gave herself over to the skillful Latina. But even that wasn't enough for Santana. She continued the sea of feather kisses until Quinn let out a soft moan and finally grabbed the Latina by the face, forcing her to kiss her lips. And that's when Santana deepened the kiss, knowing that she had Quinn right where she wanted her.
"Quinn?"
When Santana broke the kiss the pair were practically gasping for air. A steady stream of water splashed over their lithe bodies, plastering Santana's Cheerio's outfit against her bronze skin. "Santana, you're all wet." Quinn smiled at the Latina as Santana's hands traveled down the former cheerleader's body.
Another short moan escaped from Quinn at the slightly unexpected contact of Santana's wandering hand. "That's funny...so are you." Santana said smiling at the blonde.
"Quinn!"
Quinn jolted awake, unaware of her surroundings and startled to see Rachel Berry looking down at her. The brunette also seemed startled, considering Quinn's reaction. It took a few seconds for everything else to come into focus. She was in her science class and other students were moving towards the laboratory section to start their assignment. She'd fallen asleep during class. "It was just a dream.." Quinn whispered, a subtle signed of relief as well as longing in her voice.
Rachel looked at the blonde, waiting for her expectantly. "If you hadn't been sleeping throughout the lecture you would know that we have been assigned as lab partners." Quinn glared up at the brunette, instantly quieting her, if only for a few seconds. "The sounds you were making sounded like you were.."enjoying" yourself." When Quinn's response was just a raised eyebrow Rachel continued, "I've heard less moaning behind the doors of a marital bed."
Quinn's cheeks instantly turned crimson. She quickly stood up, gathering her things from her desk and moved towards the lab area, hoping that Rachel would just drop it. But she was in no such luck. "Am I to assume that you were dreaming about Finn?" There was a hint of curiosity in her voice. Quinn whirled around, a glare now replacing her previous embarrassed expression.
"Look, you may be all consumed by everything Finn but contrary to whatever you think, I'm just trying to get my life back."
"So you don't want Finn back?" There was an odd hitch in her breath and her tone reeked of insecurity.
"Been there. Done that. Can we move on now?" Quinn asked with obvious frustration and all Rachel could do was nod slightly in response. As much as Quinn hated to admit it, a part of her did want Finn back. A part of her wanted her old life fully restored before everything blew up in her face. Everything was perfect back then. She knew exactly who she was, like it had been preordained and no one could tell her differently. Now her life was in complete shambles and nothing made any sense.
"Ow! What's up with you Lopez?" Puck grumbled as he climbed up into the front seat of his truck. That was the third time Santana "accidentally" kneed him in the crotch during their make out session. He'd used pretty much all of the time in between to recover from the blows. Santana simply shrugged as she climbed up front with him. In all honesty she didn't feel like making out with Puck. The only reason she even bothered with him today was because he was throwing the first bash of the year. It was pretty much understood that whoever threw the best first party of the school year that your reputation was pretty much cemented until Labor Day Weekend. That was almost a full two weeks of guaranteed popularity without lifting a finger.
The only problem with that was the simple fact that it was Puck's party. If Santana wanted to reap the benefits she had to be close to him and hope for a trickle down effect. It was tedious being popular but overall it was pretty much worth it. No one really messed with her and she and Brittany were the only two left in glee club that hadn't been slushied. That simple fact alone probably made it all worth it. She was one of the few allowed to have the best of both worlds.
"Guess it's time to test out this fake I.D. anyway." Puck said producing the fake from his wallet. "Check this baby out." Taking it, Santana looked back at him with skepticism.
"Twenty-nine? No one is going to believe this is real!" Santana cried out, already making plans to ditch this party for when it crashed and burned.
"Oh yea, well just wait and see!" Puck said smugly as he snatched the I.D. back and got out of the car. He disappeared into the liquor store only to return a few minutes later, completely empty handed. Santana's arms folded across her chest, a sneer on her face.
"I told you you!" she yelled annoyed.
"Yea well...they had a dude working the register tonight. It's hard to work my magic on a nutsack. When I was there last time they were practically begging me to take a tap" Puck protested.
"You stole it!" Santana countered. "Do you know what they're going to do to you when they show up and it's biggest borefest since the Lima Bean Parade? They're going to tar and feather you."
"Look—" Puck started but they both jumped when they heard knuckles against the driver's side window.
"They called the cops you idiot!" Santana shrieked, realizing she might be dragged into this mess.
"Let me handle this, act cool." Puck rolled down the window and tilted his head a little to get a better look at the guy on the opposite side of his truck door. "What's up?" The guy looked intently at Puck, and then at Santana before his gaze set on Puck again.
"You looking to buy a keg? I got a pony."
Puck glanced around quickly, "How much?"
"Sixty."
"What's on tap?" Puck asked, wondering if he could talk the guy down a little.
"Does it matter?"
Puck was beginning to object but a quick elbow in the ribs by Santana made him realize that it really didn't matter because he didn't have any better options. "Well all I got is fifty-five." And he'd had to scare that out of the nerds at school.
"Fine, give it to me and I'll help you load it."
Puck smirked as he hopped out of the truck and handed over the money. It didn't take the two of them long to hoist it up into the back of his truck. Getting back into his vehicle he smiled over at Santana. "See, didn't I tell you I had everything covered?" Santana rolled her eyes in response as Puck kicked it in gear and sped off. "You know I did good." he said with a confidant smirk. She finally smiled but not because of Puck. He'd practically had that gift wrapped and tossed in his lap. No, she was already making plans for everyone to finally see her as the top bitch in school. Tonight, no one was going to outshine her.
"Where the hell is Puckerman?" Azimio complained as he waited on the couch in the basement of Puck's house. "This party blows!"
"I told you we should've went to Spencer's. These glee losers don't know how to throw a party without singing and dancing around in tutus." chimed in Karofsky.
"Shut up Karofsky!" Came Puck's voice as he bounded down the stairs. "Why don't you two losers go get the keg that I got for this bomb ass party!" There was burst of cheers from the other occupants in the basement. "Now lets get this party started!"
Finn made his way over to Puck. "You really got a keg with that fake i.d.?"
"Yup, because I'm the man!" Puck exclaimed as he cranked up the music.
Finn smirked a little as Karofsky and Azimio quickly rushed up the stairs. "It's just that...it's kind of weird having a party without everyone else being here."
The guest list was exclusive for a reason. Well, more like he wrote down some names and Santana either kept them or threw them out. It was pretty much just the cheerleaders and the jocks, minus those inbred hockey losers. "Look, if we're all popular again we can help out glee...they'll understand."
Puck patted Finn on the back and walked away. The two football players came down the stairs with the keg and the cheers began again. Santana followed close behind them with the large red party cups and two bags of ice. She was one of the first to fill up her cup and make her way through the gathering crowd at the keg to go and dance. Brittany came up behind her and wrapped her in a quick hug. "Tonight is going to be so much fun!"
Originally Quinn had no intentions of showing up to the party. But Brittany kept texting her all night about how awesome it was and how she wanted her to be there. The party had already been going on for a little over an hour and half before Quinn showed up. She met some new kid named Sam on the doorstep and showed him the way downstairs. Brittany was in the process of giving Azimio a teasing lap dance on a dare and Puck was blocking her view of Santana.
'Who the hell is that trouty mouthed kid she walked in here with? Did she bring a date?' Santana thought to herself. Because as soon as Quinn showed up, her eyes were instantly on her. She'd managed to completely block out whatever Puck was saying as she contemplated ways to ruin Quinn's new Ken doll. Her feelings caught her off guard a little and the fact that Finn was starting to make his way over to Quinn wasn't helping things either.
Puck waved his hand in front of Santana's face, looking at her expectantly. "Whatever, I need another drink." she said as she side stepped him and made her way over to the keg and Quinn. On the way she switched her cup with a half full one left unattended. As she got closer to the keg she pretended to trip and intentionally spilled all of the cup's contents on Sam's crotch. "Oops." She said, not even close to apologetic. Sam looked down embarrassed and hurried off. Whether he was going to find a bathroom to get cleaned up or actually leave the party, Santana didn't care either way as long as he was away from Quinn. 'One loser down, one to go...'
Quinn looked on in complete disbelief. She felt sorry for the kid but she was actually glad that he was gone because he kept doing these weird impressions that weren't even close to funny.
"Hey Quinn." Finn said as he walked up next to her.
"Finn, don't you have a midget girlfriend that you could, not be having sex with right now?" Santana butted in before Quinn could respond.
"We're not dating. She told you guys that earlier."
Santana sneered over at him as she grabbed a new cup and filled it almost to the top. "But you two are so perfect for each other." Santana said sarcastically.
Having enough of Santana's abuse, Finn wandered off through the small crowd, never having officially spoken with Quinn. "Here." Santana said as she handed over the cup to Quinn.
"That's ok, I don't think I'm drinking tonight." Quinn said, shaking her head.
"Oh, quit being such a wuss. It's a party. You do remember how to have fun, don't you?" Santana goaded until Quinn finally took the cup and drank a quick gulp of the brew.
"There, happy?"
"A little." Santana smirked as she filled up another cup, this one for herself. "So, who's lips?" She tried to ask the question casually but there was a hint of jealousy in her tone. When Quinn looked at her confused she added, "The guy that was just here...that I spilled the drink on."
"Oh, him..." Santana's tone didn't go unnoticed by Quinn either. She was going to tell Santana the truth when Sam came back down. Quinn couldn't help thinking that maybe it was time for the brunette to do a little squirming. After all she was hooking up with Brittany, Puck, and who knew who else. "He's my date. He just transferred." Quinn said with a smile just as the smirk on Santana's face was wiped away.
"Oh..."
The blonde couldn't figure out what that face was that she'd seen take over Santana. It wasn't her usual territorial angry face. It was much softer than that, and confusion clouded her eyes. She didn't know why but seeing the face instantly pulled at the blonde's heart strings. Puck came over for a refill at the same time as Sam came back over, ready for his shot at round two with Quinn.
Santana gulped down a large mouthful of beer before setting the cup down on the foldout table. "I'm bored now..." Santana pouted as she reached up to grab Puck by the back of the neck and pull him down for a kiss. Quinn's eyes were as round as saucers but she quickly recovered. What was she expecting anyway? This was Santana after all. Turning to Sam before he could open his mouth and Santana could hone in on his geek factor, she quickly asked him to dance. He reached for her free hand, leading her over to the dance area.
Santana released Puck momentarily, warily watching Quinn walk away. "Why'd you stop?" Puck protested. The Latina shot him a dirty look before glancing back at Quinn and Sam. Two could play at that game. Grabbing Puck's hand she led him over to the couch and quickly dispatched of a few kids lingering there. Throwing Puck down on the couch she straddled him and went in for the kill. Hushed whispers about the two came from all sides. After a minute of making out Azimio approached them with a big grin.
"Damn Santana! Can I get next?" he asked while laughing. Of course Karofsky and a few other football players joined in. Santana broke their lip lock and whispered something into Puck's ear before disappearing up the stairs.
"Damn brah, looks like you haven't lost it after all!" Azimio shouted.
"You never should've doubted me in the first place." Puck bragged as he got up from his seat. When Puck disappeared from the basement a few minutes after Santana, no one was surprised. 'Ugh, what am I even doing here?' Quinn thought to herself as she kept in time with the music and Sam in between taking sips from her cup. Brittany coming over and dancing like a maniac instantly reminded her. Quinn wanted to get back into the fold. She didn't want to feel ostracized anymore just because she wasn't a Cheerio. When Brittany asked to cut in Quinn smiled and started to back away but to her surprise Brittany started dancing with her instead of Sam.
"Brittany, what are you doing?" Quinn asked, slightly embarrassed.
Brittany deadpanned. "Dancing."
"Everyone is staring at us.." Quinn said in a hushed tone.
"So." Brittany gave her a dismissive shrug. "It's super hot when two girls dance anyway." When Quinn tried to back away Brittany smiled and pulled her back in. "Come on, dance with me. Besides, I want to ask you a question."
"Fine.." Quinn relented but she was still obviously uncomfortable.
"Who was that you were dancing with before?" Brittany asked with glee.
Quinn looked over at Sam, now leaning against a wall not too far away. "His name is Sam. He just moved here."
"He reminds me of those wax lips they hand out during Halloween." Brittany said as she smiled over at Sam. When she turned back around, Quinn was trying to escape again but Brittany tugged her back once more. "Where are you going?"
"I answered your question..."
Brittany shook her head, "That wasn't the question...What's up with you and San?" The taller blonde asked, looking slightly worried.
"What do you mean?" Quinn asked, suddenly becoming nervous. Did Santana tell Brittany about what happened between them?
"She's acting super weird, and so are you." Quinn noticeably relaxed after hearing Brittany's response, relieved to know that Brittany didn't know anything.
"She seems the same to me.." Quinn said with a shrug, attempting to play it off.
"Most people can't tell, but I know San."
"I wish that I could help Britt..but I don't.." Quinn started to trail off when she saw Puck come back downstairs, this time with another girl on his arm. Frowning slightly, she eyed Puck from a distance until he leaned down and kissed the new girl. 'Hey, isn't that the convenience store clerk from the drug store?' she thought to herself. 'When Santana finds out, she's going to freak...where is Santana?' she found herself wondering. Quinn held up her index finger, "Be right back.." She told Brittany as she went to go and confront Puck.
"Puck, where's Santana?" She asked with a raised brow, staring down the other girl until she wandered off. Once she was gone, Quinn looked up expectantly at Puck.
"What'd you do that for?" He groaned as she walked off.
"Puck!"
"What, she wasn't in the mood...again. We went upstairs and she wigged out, started crying and mumbling stuff. And I'm a good guy, I wasn't going to make her leave because she wasn't putting out...So I left."
Quinn let out an exasperated sigh. "Puck, you are such an idiot. Why—" She paused then, ready to lay into Puck for his mistreatment of women but it only made her remember that she'd been one of the girls to fall for his lines. She'd been stupid enough to get pregnant by him. And now that she was thinking about it, this was the first time that they'd spoken since they'd given her up. Their beautiful daughter. "I..I have to go." She quickly made a bee line upstairs for the bathroom. A strong well of emotions were overtaking her and she wasn't sure if she was capable of dealing with them. No sooner had she made her way into the bathroom and quickly locked the door behind her did the faucet let loose those weld up silent tears. She looked at her reflection in the medicine cabinet mirror.
She was going to look like such a mess if she didn't hurry up on damage control. Reaching for toilet paper, she quickly dabbed at her eyes. She took a couple of deep breaths, preparing to go back out there, when she heard an odd noise. Her hazel eyes wandered around the bathroom for a minute before settling upon the shower curtain. She was sure that her mind was just playing tricks on her but she wanted to be certain. Quickly pulling back the shower curtain she jumped back, letting out a yelp from the surprise. In the empty tub sat a teary eyed Santana with about a quarter bottle of vodka. She looked completely unlike the Santana that Quinn was used to. Soft, vulnerable and almost childlike from the manner in which she sat, with her knees drawn up close to her chest. "Santana...what are you doing? Why are you in the tub?"
Santana sat there for a minute, seeming to be in her own world before she lifted the bottle to her lips and took a long sip. Looking up at Quinn, she noted her watery eyes. "Puck was holding out, his mom had the good stuff all along." Santana said, ignoring Quinn's questions and slightly jiggling the bottle of vodka. The clear liquid sloshed around and Santana let out a soft chuckle.
"Santana?" Quinn tried to get the Latina to snap out of whatever odd state she was in. "I think you've had enough..." She said, slowly reaching for the bottle but Santana quickly jerked it away from the blonde's grasp.
"I'm fine!" She took another swig before standing upright. "See?" Quinn nodded, even though she wasn't buying it for a second. "Hey, who was better...ya know. Me or Puckerman?"
"Santana!"
"What? It's ok, I won't tell..." Santana smiled as she attempted to get out of the tub, tripping in the process. Quinn hurried to catch her from falling on her face as the bottle of vodka dropped on the shower rug, breaking and spilling its contents. Santana started laughing, shaking her head at the broken bottle.
"Santana, where are your shoes?"
"Ugh uh umm."
"There's glass every where, you're going to cut yourself!"
"Didn't know you cared so much." Santana challenged back.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Quinn asked defensively.
"Every time I turn around you're trying to make things difficult for me."
"Me? Please tell me you're not serious?" Quinn asked exasperated.
"You told everyone you weren't even coming! And then you show up, with some mildly attractive, guppy faced new kid."
"And you were all over Puck!" Quinn sent back.
"Puck?"
"Wait, what are you talking about?" Quinn asked, suddenly confused.
"I'm talking about you showing up in this joint with some new man candy, and trying to steal some of the attention away from me and Puckerman...Wait...What were you talking about?"
Quinn rolled her eyes, not believing what she was hearing. She guessed that things really were officially over between them. Granted it was her own idea that they stop as soon as school started. But Santana didn't even seem phased by it, like nothing ever even happened. Maybe that was just Santana. Just another Noah Puckerman with boobs. Maybe the bigger question in all of this was why did she have any expectations of Santana in the first place? "I'm going back to the party." Quinn said softly as she turned around and reached out for the door knob.
"Quinn?" Santana chose that moment to jump over the glass. With her coordination off she collided into Quinn as she was turning back around to face her, pressing the blonde's back against the bathroom door from the impact. With their bodies pressed together, their faces only inches apart, Santana shook her head in frustration. "Screw it, be mad later." Before Quinn had a chance to voice her confusion Santana's lips crashed against hers in a passionate searing kiss.
A/N: I would love some feedback for this chapter. Stay tuned for the next one.