Chapter 2: Snix and Santana
Santana's POV:
I can't believe that Quinn let me do this.
I'd never kissed anyone like this before. She's one of a kind. Even Brittany couldn't taste any better than this.
*Dug-dug*
I can hear rapid heartbeats... Were these mine? Or hers? Its beats resemble such a lovely lovesong.
But why am I hearing those? I couldn't fall for her with just a single kiss... Not specially with her. She's my number 1 enemy.
My eyes were still closed. I don't want this to end. I loved it all this way.
My hands found their way to her curves. I gently rub it up, pressing her sore muscles, holding her tight and closer to mine.
"Aaahhh!"
Quinn's bloodshut scream made me wake up. Kurt's face was ridiculous and so as Blaine's. They both have their jaw drop.
I resumed my look at Quinn. She had her fist clenched while her head was still vowed.
I can hear sob but I can't see her face. Did I just made her cry?!
"Director Puck will kill you Santana for making her cry!" Kurt said, holding Blaine's hands.
"I didn't mean to make her cry!"
The two gays stared at me like I killed Quinn. It's so weird. They're scaring me up.
It's not my intention to do it! I just kissed her. It's just a kiss. A KISS.
But why am I feeling so guilty? I mean... It's just a game.
The two continued to stare at me. They're getting into my nerves. "It's just a kiss! There's nothing's wrong with that."
"It's just a kiss for you. But for Quinn, she felt that her virginity was lost and worst... A lesbian took it."
I rolled my eyes away. Was it that bad? She's crying for a kiss? A kiss couldn't take her virginity. As if she still have it.
I can still hear her sob. It's striking my heart and felt pity for her.
"You're not going to comfort her Santana? After you took her virginity?!"
"NEVER!" I shouted, "I will never, ever going to comfort her. Even if the sky is falling down... Da-a-own."
I exhaled all my nervousness out and stared at her. Why did it felt so wrong? I should be so happy 'cause I made her cry, FINALLY.
But...
It hurts to see her cry...
I clenched my fist and gulped my pride down. I walk closer to her and then sighed, "I-I'm sorry, Quinn. I didn't mean to take your-"
I heard her sobbing stopped. So I reached out for her shoulder and gently pats her, "Quinn... Hey... Ugh-"
I think she's already fine.
She lifts her head up and faces me. I tried to let a smile, trying to ease the tension.
My eyes wandered her face with her tears evaporating with the warm air.
( Now playing: Beautiful by Carly Rae Jepsen ft. Justin Bieber )
Does she even know how beautiful she was? She looks like an angel... An angel who have fallen for- me? How I wish she just have fallen for me.
Her eyes were stunning hazel-colored. I would like to see them at night. Pale skin covered with red blush and wet cheeks hugged by tears.
Those tears... I just wanna wipe them away and kiss her again... She's breathtaking.
***What makes so beautiful, is you don't know how beautiful you are to me You're not trying to be perfect, nobody's perfect but you are, to me It's how you take my breath away, feel the words that I don't say I wish somehow, I could say them now.
I could say them now.***
There's nobody that can ever be perfect than her. My anger flew away and it's already gone.
Another drop of tear rolled down her lips that made me lick my own. I can recall how soft they were in mine... And now I wanna feel it against my skin.
I reached out to wipe her tears using my left thumb. It's soft...
"Would you stop it?!" She pulls my hand away.
Her face looks like smiling and crying at the same time. So I grin.
"Are you alright? You look crazy."
She hides her face and covered it while starting to walk away, passing through me. But of course, I won't let her pass without telling me how it felt like kissing me.
"Quinnie, tell me, do you liked it?!"
"No."
"Oh, come on."
"I said no."
Her voice sounds like giggling but she's trying to stop it. Maybe... She liked it!
I blocked her way and won't let her pass, "Quinnie..."
"Don't Quinnie me, Santana."
"Quinn..."
"Stop it Santana! I'll slap you very, very hard!"
"Go ahead. Slap me if you can."
I smiled and then closed my eyes. I offer her my cheeks to slap.
Can she do it? Is she going do it?
My right eye peaks at her. She has a blank face but I can barely notice her smirk.
And then she walks closer to me, "Maybe I'll do it on the other day." And then she winks.
She passed through me and then I bite my lips, "Did you liked it Quinn?" I didn't look at her, standing at my back.
I knew she liked it somehow.
"Cut it off." She said lastly, before continuing her walk, away from me. But I know, she's not getting away from my heart.
My heart. It's beating inside my chest. Abnormal and rapid. I shouldn't feel it this way. I should have been mad at her.
But my heart wanted to love her...
"Guys! Lunch's ready." Mike announced.
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Quinn's POV:
"Thank you for the foods and all these stuffs. Amen." I said, opening my eyes and breaking the silence.
They begun to dig on the plates as if they haven't eaten anything for a whole decade.
"Since tomorrow's already Father's Day, I would say, we need to go on a daybreak for our dads." Puck said, chewing a mouthful of chicken.
"Oh gosh! Thank you, thank you Mr. Puck! now I have a time to celebrate with Dad." Kurt shouted, clapping his hands with Blaine chuckling after.
Everyone's happy with the idea, except Santana. She stops on eating her food, smirking and sighing so deep. Maybe something's wrong.
"Excuse me? Can I leave now?" She pushes her chair away and then starts to walk.
I knew something's wrong with her. I wanna help her with that. "Can you excuse me, too?" I said, walking away and tried to follow Santana.
"Lopez?" I called her softly with the sounds of thudding feet on the wooden floor.
I look around and stepped out of the cabin. Where the hell she was?
"Here."
I look down as I hear her weak voice. She's riding on a swing, gently swinging herself into the air.
Give me a break. She's so childish and she's looking so- Adorable?
I step down the stairs and went beside her.
"So, what's the matter with you, Freaktana? You haven't eaten anything yet. And now you're riding in a swing?" I rolled my eyes and then sighed out.
"He used to take me to playgrounds" She paused, looking down the ground, "He used to make me laugh and play with me."
I chuckled, "He's a great boyfriend?"
"Dad's the best. He's the greatest." She smiled and then starts to cry, "He used to push the swing and then throw me above the sky, I almost touch it with my own little hands. That's the best thing about him." Her face looks up and then resisted the bright sunrays.
She's talking about her dad? Great Quinn. Don't give up on this. She's tricking you out.
"Then, where was he now?"
"He's gone and he's no where to be found."
My heart broke by that moment. I can feel her sorrow. It's stabbing my chest and it's bleeding. I can relate to her.
"Why am I telling this to you? I mean, you don't understand me. Your dad's such a billionaire." Her voice sounds like a brat.
She's not that familiar with Quinn Fabray, was she?
"You never know me, Ms. Santana Lopez... Right. My dad's a billionaire. He had millions of bucks in his hands but..." I walk closer to her back and then staired at the blue sky, "He never had us in his hands. He's busy counting his money and treats his business like babies."
"As if I wanna believe you."
"I'm not forcing you to believe me." I look at her back, smiling at her, secretly. "Your dad used to what?"
I hold her hands, holding the handle of the swing and felt the smoothness of it. "He used to push me in the swing."
"Think I can do that for you."
And without a hint, I push her lower back and sent her up the sky. "HEY!" She's a little panicked.
"What Santana? Scared? Haha." I continued to push her harder and it sent her even higher off the ground. "Can you touch the sky, now?"
She chuckled, throwing her arms into the sky, "Yes, I can."
Now I know what's the difference between Santana and Snix.
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Santana's POV:
"We know how much you love her! You're a lesbian stripper, selling your body and soul for money." Mercedes pulled a bundle of paper moneys from her leather bag and then forcedly slapped it across my face.
The moneys scattered around the floor, on my feet. As I look down, I can see my reflection... My past... All of them crashing down on me, future was unclear.
"That's what you need from my husband, right? You need money. Go on. Drown yourself."
I clenched my fist as I inhaled the freezing air, making my body shiver. I have only thin fabrics to cover up my over-all. it was my stripper costume, revealing too much of my cleavage.
Without any hesitations, I vow down and then reach for the paper bills, one by one, holding them harder... Holding my future in my hands...
"Cut! Good take! I wished Santana should have cried but, it's ok." Puck shouted in a megaphone.
I blink my eyes, once or twice while stretching out a little bit. This give me a headache.
I grab my GLOW magazine ( copyright ) with Naya Rivera on the cover. I wonder what color of nailpolish am I going to paint. By the way, Naya Rivera looks so gorgeous in here. And her skin, just in time for summer.
I wonder where the hell was golden head? I haven't seen her for a while. First, I've been really irritated to her, second, I got crazy on kissing her and now, I'm looking for her? What the hell, Santana?
I know I'm waiting for Brittany...
OOOFFFTTT... Headache...
I need to cool my head down. Think that a walk and a little sprinkle of the river water can help me.
I don't want anyone else to disturb me so I won't let them know that I'm going there. Gotta enjoy my skinny dipping alone.
I need to escape here.
Escape from the cameras, the lights and the other hindrances. I wanna feel normal again.
They say that the river here was quite amazing and fresh. Think it can drive these sticky feelings away. I've been sweating like gallons and I really need to freshen up.
My feet wondered the trail. The trees surrounded the way and it almost looks like a jungle. Ready to get those veins and scream like Tarzan.
( Now playing: Baby, I love you by Tiffany Alvord )
***There are three words that I've been dying to say to you, burns in my heart, like a fire that ain't going down***
Wait... There's someone singing...
***there are three words and I want you to know, they are true, I need to let you know***
Her voice. It's like an angel. An angel singing while plucking my heartstring...
My ears followed the sound. I need to know who she is. Her voice strucked my heart in a very good way.
I pushed the veins away and walk further, following the sweet voice, my heart craving to taste the sweetness like a lollipop.
Quinn's POV:
The water felt so good against my skin, cleansing my whole body. I wish I could just stay here in the river. A great weapon to avoid heatstroke this summer. All that I can feel was coldness that hugs my figure.
I've been swimming here for half an hour, enjoying the moderate temperature. Better than shower. =D
No one can go here but me so I decided to take off all of my clothes. Hah. What? It's just me in here.
Think that a song can wrap this moment.
***I wanna say I love you, I wanna hold you tight***
I sing with my heart so I know that my voice sounds good.
Actually, I'm thinking of Santana... I wish I could have held her closer when we kissed.
***I want your arms around me and I, want your lips on mine***
I'm just so blind by just looking at her bad traits... Did she felt the same when she kissed me? Or was it just her trick?
***I wanna say I love you but, babe I'm Terrified,-***
***My hands are shaking, my heart is raising, 'cause it's something I can't hide...***
Wait, did someone just sang along with me? Meaning, someone's here except me?!
I look around but no one's there. Maybe he's hiding, no, it's a she 'cause the voice was female.
"Was someone else there?!"
My eyes rotate around the place, feeling the atmosphere. I breathe heavily as I hear sounds of running feet across the grass. My sense can feel her presence.
She can't see me like this! I'm totally nude and wet. Gotta pick up my clothes right now.
I embraced my private parts as much as I can to hide it. My body starts to shiver as I walk up out of the water.
The hair of my pale arms stood up at its end as the air softly freezes my skin.
Now- where's my- wait- My clothes?! Where are they?! I look down the rocks and nothing's there. I'm so sure that I left them here.
Eeerrr...
"If someone's trying to prank me, for sure I'll kick your effin ass." I said with a very mean voice.
No answer. Just sounds of birds' sweet chirps.
"I said, who's there?!"
***Something I can't deny***
The voice continued to sing. I'm so familiar with her voice. I clenched my fist as I held my body tighter as the voice starts to get even closer.
***So here I go... Baby I lo-o-o-ove you...***
My head turns to the direction where the voice came from. My blood heats up as it flows through my veins.
"Oh Quinnie, you don't know how beautiful your body was. But don't get me wrong 'cause my body's better than that." Santana's smiling, appearing from the darkside of the trees. She had my clothes in her hands.
"Why the hell are you here?!" I shouted, still holding my body.
"Well, just chilling out."
"Chilling out? You're watching me while I'm naked and taking a bath!"
"Yeah, and it makes me wet."
I can't let her see my body like this... I gotta have my clothes... "Give me that!" I tried to reach for her.
"What?" She looks at my clothes, "This?" She tosses my pink silk panty into the air, landing on my face.
I growled as I pick it up, "Freaktana Lopez!"
She chuckled maniacly, "Hey, I'm just giving it up to you. One by one. I want it to be my remembrance somehow but... I know I can get something better than this." She flips out my floral-designed dress.
"And my bra?"
Santana smiled so big, from ear to ear, touching the sky. I feel so much trouble with this.
"Well Ms. Goldilucks Fabray, I think you owe me a dinner."
She's crazy... "A dinner? Seriously?"
"Yeah. You're going with me on a date and... You'll get your bra." She winks.
I rolled my eyes and then sighed so deep, exhaling my anger out, think of the good things she had Quinn. "No. I won't be on a dinner with you. Never ever."
"Ok."
She smiled one more time and then runs away with my bra.
"Freaktana!"
Moments later, she's already gone. I can't follow her. Like this? I'll kill her. I started to put on my clothes...
I'm thinking about the dinner with her. I disagreed not because I don't like her. I disagreed because... If I'm going to have a date with her, it will happen because of love. Not because of my bra...
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(A/N:) How's that for chapter 2? I enjoy writing Quinntana. Thank you for reading.