Santana rolled over and nuzzled into the body spooned against her front. Her arm instinctively tightened against the flat pane of stomach it was draped crossed; with her eyes still shut her chin rested on the other persons neck and she inhaled. Her eyes opened quickly when she noticed instead of of vanilla and bubble-gum, the aroma of Victoria Secret 'love spell' invaded her senses. She pulled away quickly, and looked down at the other body.
Blonde hair was cascaded over pale shoulders, pink tank top and black shorts replaced the duck covered pyjamas she was used to. Santana scrunched her face in confusion, after she caught herself admiring the blonde's body.
"Quinn?" Santana called out, observing the girl as she woke up.
"Hey." Quinn said, her voice full of sleep. She rolled onto her back and stretched out her arms, which caused her tank-top to ride up on her newly defined abs. Santana couldn't help her gaze from roaming over her friends body. "Why are you looking at me like I'm your chemistry homework?"
"I'm confused." She stated simply, "Why are you in my bed?" Quinn sat up, and took in the girls flushed appearance. Truth was, she work up several minutes before her bedmate and knew exactly what position they were in when Santana woke up. The blonde just shrugged, and rolled off the futon and walked into the bathroom. Santana watched her walk out, still very confused about the position she woke up in; the only person she's ever let sleep in her bed was Brittany. Sure, she'd had been with a handful of people; but she never stayed long enough afterwards to fall asleep. She thought the act of sleeping next to another person was too intimate, and the only reason Brittany had started staying over was she always fell asleep right after they had sex.
After changing and getting ready for the day, Santana wandered downstairs to her living room. She smiled when she saw her older brother sitting on the couch with Quinn, watching batman cartoons both with cereal bowls in hand.
"I fucking love Saturdays'." Santana exclaimed, as she hopped over the back of the couch and plopped down next to Quinn.
"Right?" Carlos replied, his eyes never leaving the television screen. He was 20 and on back from spending over a year in Afghanistan. The military was a family affair for the Lopez's; Santana's father moved from Puerto Rico when he joined the marines at 18, and her mother is a nurse who stopped being in the national guard when she had Carlos. Santana's mother moved them to Ohio when they were 10, when their father was offered a promotion that would take him overseas. "No cheer hell today?"
"No, thank god." She exclaimed, "I swear, she's worse than any drill sergeant you ever had at boot camp."
"Please, I could handle a cheerleading coach." Carlos said with a mouth full of cereal.
Quinn laughed out loud, "Sorry, but I think Santana right on this."
"Thank you." Santana triumphantly smiled, as she stood up and headed into the kitchen.
"At least she'll be less likely to punch her superior officers in the face if she's had some experience with total assholes." He laughed, turning his attention back to the television. Quinn lifted herself off the couch and followed Santana into the kitchen.
"Want some coffee?" Santana asked, as she poured some into her cup. Quinn shook her head 'no'. "What do you wanna do today?"
"You don't have plan's with Brittany?" Quinn asked innocently, pulling herself onto the counter.
"No she left yesterday for Amsterdam with her parents, remember?" Santana replied, squinting her eyes at the other girl. "What's up with you, why are you being weird."
"Nothing. I forgot okay?" Quinn said holding her hands up. "I don't know. Wanna just hang out here?"
"Sounds good." Santana replied, grabbing her cup and walking over to Quinn. "Batman awates." She pulled the Blondes hand and pulled her into the living room. They sat back on the couch, hands still intertwined until Santana went to reach for her coffee and realized that she was still holding hands with Quinn.
"Sorry." She whispered, her eyes darting over to Carlos who was not paying attention.
"It's okay." Quinn whispered back, turning to attention back to the television.