A/N – They're slowly getting longer. I hope y'all enjoy this installment.
It's been two weeks since I came back from Kansas City, and decided it was time to propose. And what a great two weeks it has been. Quinn has been exploring the city with a renewed vigor, capturing gorgeous prints. Seeing her like this is irresistible, and she glows. I can't help but take her at every chance I get.
It's also been a great for me at work since we signed the Show Me's. We flew them out for a private party tonight to welcome them to the label. All of our friends from glee that are in New York will be there: Kurt, Blaine, Puck, Rachel, and Mercedes. There will also be a bunch of industry people that I'll have to remember to actually talk to. It's been a while since all us glee kids have hung out because of our hectic schedules. Mercedes has been touring in support of her new album (she's signed with our label), and Rachel, as much as I can't stand her, has made her Broadway dreams come true as Alphaba in Wicked. I've been traveling a lot as of late, but I can't complain, because I love it, and I get to come home to a gorgeous and talented blonde named Quinn Fabray.
I love bringing Quinn to events like this. She just fits naturally into any situation, and I never feel bad if I have to leave her to attend to clients or a nervous label exec. I'm sitting on the end of the bed pulling on my socks as I watch Quinn rifle through our shared walk in closet. She's bent over what I can only assume is a pile of band t-shirts (tonight's party is nice and casual, the Show Me's go to look is flannel plaid and jeans). She's standing there dressed in only a pair of short running shorts and her bra, and just take a moment to appreciate her before she's covered up. I get off the bed, walk up behind her, and wrap her up in my arms, placing a kiss at the nape of her neck. I can feel the hairs on her body stand up.
"What was that for babe?" she asks, as she takes my hands and places them on her hips so she can continue searching for a winning outfit.
"Just felt like it," I say before I do it again.
"San, if you keep doing that, we're never going to make it out of here," she giggles as she turns to face me. "Babe, you look smoking in that shirt," she states, taking in my red checked flannel that's rolled up to my elbows. Her eyes drop to my lower half that's tightly clad in a dark washed jeans. The look's completed with a pair of tan timberlands. "I take it back…you look smoking all together," she gushes.
"Thanks Q, you look great yourself, but I'm not taking you out like this," I motion at her up and down, "you know how I feel about sharing," I wink and take a step back. "I'm going to go wait in the living room so I don't jump your bones in a minute."
"If you're good, I'll jump your bone later," she teases, and I head to the living room before I make myself late to my own event. I grab a beer from the fridge to help me wait.
40 minutes later, Quinn saunters out of the bedroom, and she looks fantastic. I start at the bottom, she's wearing tight black jeans tucked into ankle high boots with a heel. She has a sleeveless white Smiths t-shirt that's cut out along the sides so that you can see the lacy black bra she's wearing underneath. The looks completed with some subtle makeup and smoky eyes, and tousled hair that looks like we just had a romp in the sheets, but I know that that's unfortunately not the case.
"I'm gonna have the hottest date there," I say, letting Quinn know how much I appreciate the look.
"San, you never know, Puck could bring that supermodel he's been seeing lately," she counters, winking.
"You're right," I lift her jacket for her to put on, "I wonder if I've got a shot," I ponder aloud.
"Go for it," she chuckles as she grabs my hand and leads me out the door. I turn to lock it, and we're off.
"Santana, this is a killer party," Puck yells out from across the booth.
"Yah S, thank you so much for inviting us!" Blaine adds.
"Of course you guys! After being in glee with you all, I need to show you what good music actually sounds like," I joke.
Everyone laughs, except Rachel who glares at me. I can't help but want to smack the look off her face, but I know it won't do any good. I stand from the booth, and motion for Rachel to follow. She clambers out, and follows me away from our friends. We're off to the side of the bar, and I order a beer and vodka cran before I speak to her.
"Quinn told me what you said to her a couple weeks ago…" I say, Rachel's eyes going wide, "I know you're looking out for her, but you're completely off base. Quinn's the love of my life, and I don't need you making her question that." I toss down money for the barkeep, pick up my drinks, and leave a speechless Rachel in my wake. I search the crowd for a certain blonde, and I find her in the middle of the dance floor with a dapper looking Kurt. I work my way to them, fighting against the crowd.
I tap Kurt on the shoulder, "Can I cut in?" He turns to me, bows in Quinn's direction, and turns to find his man. "For you," I hand Quinn her vodka cran, and cheers her with my beer.
"Thanks baby." Her face is flush, and I can tell that her and Kurt had been doing some serious dancing. She takes a sip of her drink then laces her hands behind my head. "This party is great. You guys really out did yourselves. The DJ is killing it!"
I lift my beer and turn my head to the side to take a swig from my beer. I can feel a smirk making it's presence known on my face. "I'm glad you're having a time Q," I say as I lean in and kiss her beneath her ear, knowing it'll make her come a little closer. She downs the rest of her drink, kisses me square on the lips, licking my bottom one, asking for entrance, which I gladly give, loving the taste of Quinn mixed with vodka and cranberry.
She breaks away from me, taking her empty glass to a ledge. She turns back to me, and I know the look. It's all lust and want. I feel the temperature rise, and I feel my member stirring.
She's finally back in front of me, and she presses her back to my front. My hands find their place on her hips. Quinn and I find our rhythm, following the beat set by the DJ. After a while, the song switches and she brings her arms up and loops them around my neck. I kiss her neck, willing her to turn so I can taste her lips again. She doesn't do what I hoped, but with an extra shake of her hips, she bends at her knees, leans forward, and slowly straightens her legs so that the pressure is solely focused on my now straining member. I grab her hips, and turn her so I can crash my lips to hers. Our lips move against each other, and I force my tongue into her mouth, and we battle for dominance. Quinn realizes quickly that I am not letting go of control and she gives in. Once air becomes a necessity, I pull away, grabbing her by the hand, leading out of the crowd.
I drag her to the washroom that is surprisingly empty. I pull her into the last stall, lock the door, and attack her lips again. "Q, I can't walk around with this hard on, I need to take care of it," I grunt out.
"Please take care of it San," she moans.
I fumble with her jean button and zipper, but once they're undone, I pull Quinn's pants down just enough that her bare mound is visible. "Commando babe? I wish I knew, this would have happened sooner," I pant. I undo my belt and pants the fastest I ever have, pulling my pants and boxer briefs in one go, freeing my rock hard cock. I grab Quinn's legs, wrap them around my hips, and impale her in one swift movement.
"Fuck San," she groans. Her hands tangle in hair, pulling my lips back to hers. This kiss is hungry and needy. Her tongue working mine while I thrust with everything I've got. My hands are on her hips pulling so she meets my thrusts.
"Santana!" some intern yells, "we need you right now for photo with the band."
"Right now? I'm kind of busy!" I strain.
"We needed you five minutes ago!" she yells back.
"Keep going San," Quinn begs, "please, you feel so good."
"Fuck, I'm sorry" I mumble. I'm so close, but I can tell Quinn isn't. Fuck I hate my job right now, I'm sorry, but I'll make it up to you Quinn. I thrust hard and deep a few more times, knowing that's all I needed. I grab a bunch of toilet paper with my one hand, and when I feel my release coming, I let go of Quinn's legs, pull out, and come into the mass of TP. I clean my cock of Quinn's juices, place my now softening member in my pants, and buckle up. I look at Quinn, trying to convey how sorry I am. I pull her to me and kiss her with all I've got, hoping that she knows I'll make it up to her once we're home. "I'm sorry," I plead. I unlock the stall door, and slip out. I'm straightening out my outfit, and I can hear groaning in the stall as I walk out of the washroom, and I'm shaking my head at how guilty I feel.
It took at least 20 mins to wrangle the band and the rest of the label exec for the picture. The entire time I was searching the crowd for the disappointed blonde I left in the washroom. It wasn't until we finished the picture and I headed to the bar that I found her. She was dancing on one of the raised platforms with another attractive blonde. Quinn had her beat by a mile, but I knew that Quinn didn't care what this girl looked like. I knew I left her hot and bothered and this was her trying to get back at me by making me jealous. Any other time, I would cut in, and show Quinn what that does to me, but I know right now I need to let her have her moment. I order a beer, and watch Quinn with the other girl. Man, she can move. I sip my beer, knowing I can't let this go on for too long, or I will actually start to get jealous. I finish my beer when the song ends. I grab my cell from my back pocket and type out a message to Quinn. "If you want me to finish where I left off earlier, come home with me." Send. I watch Quinn pull out her phone, read the text and scan the crowd for me. We lock eyes, and I wink. She hops off the platform, and is by my side, dragging me out of the bar. I whistle a cab, and Quinn jumps in and I follow.
"40 West 84th Street, and if you get us there in the next 10 minutes I'll give you triple the fare," I instruct the cabbie.
8 minutes and one happy cab driver later, Quinn and I are stumbling into the elevator of our building. I mash the button for our floor, and I push her against the wall, grind into her, and kiss her. Her lips are soft, and when I run my tongue along her bottom one, it still tastes like cranberries. I take her lip between my teeth and pull back gently, Quinn moaning at the feeling. She licks my bottom lip, and I grant her entrance. Her tongue feels so good against mine. The elevator dings, and the doors open. Quinn pushes me away and heads for the apartment door. "I got it babe," I say as I pull out my keys.
"You sure know how to make a girl feel special S," she mocks as I swing the door open.
"And you sure know how to make a girl jealous Quinn," I tease back. "Come here," I pull her close, "and let me make it up to you." I kick the door shut, and kiss her on that special spot beneath her ear.
She leads the way to the bedroom. I strip as quickly as I can once we're in the bedroom. Quinn is stepping out of her pants as I climb on the bed with my head near the headboard. Once she's as naked as I am, she climbs on the bed, crawls up beside me, and throws her leg over. She's straddling me, running her wet, aroused folds along my member.
"How are you going to make it up to me Santana?" she implores.
I grab handfuls of her ass. "Come up her and I'll show you," I indulge, pulling her glistening mound towards my face. Quinn shuffles up my body, dragging her wetness up my now erect cock, my taut stomach, and between my breasts before she settles above my mouth, her thighs framing my face.
"San, I want your mouth on me," she begs.
I lift my head up, flatten my tongue, and lick from her drenched entrance to her clit. I moan at how good she tastes. I don't think I could ever get tired of eating her out. She grabs hold of the headboard, and finally lowers herself completely. I lick between her folds a few more times before I start to attend to her clit. I circle her clit, and Quinn rocks her hips to get more friction. I nibble her clit, and she starts to buck harder.
"I need more San, please…fuck, give me more," she pleads.
I stiffen my tongue, and drive it into her glistening hole. The moan that leaves her mouth is animalistic, and it turns me on even more. Quinn reaches back with one hand and starts to stroke my length, as I continue to fuck her hole with my tongue.
"I'm so close, make me cum Santana…make me cum!" she screams.
I start sucking on her clit, and take my hand and insert two fingers, pump and curl to hit Quinn's spot.
"Santana!" she screams as she cums around my fingers, locking them in place. I remove my fingers, and try to catch her dripping wetness. I lap at her clit a few more times, sending aftershocks throughout her body. Once she's come down from her high, she rests back on my chest.
"Q, that's just the first part, if you're up for more?"
"San, just give me a second," she breathes. My hands traces patterns atop her thighs, as she tries to get her breathing back to normal. "S, the things you do to me with that tongue…" she trails off.
"Just trying to make you feel good babe," I respond as my hands move up her sides. Quinn starts to lean to the side, "No Q," I hold her in place. "I want you on top."
"You know I like it when you tell me what you want," she plays as she grabs hold of my rock solid cock. She runs the tip between her lips and lines it up at her entrance. "What do you want Santana?"
"Ride my cock… please Quinn…I want to feel you around me," I beg. With that, she sinks down around me, her walls stretching to accommodate my size. "You're always so tight for me Q."
Quinn leans forward so her hair cascades around my face, and she brings her lips to my ear. "Fill me Santana…give it to me," she whispers.
She drives me wild. I grab her hips and start to piston in and out. The moans that leave her mouth let me know I'm doing just as she asked.
"Q, you feel so good...oh god," I groan as I feel her walls massaging my cock.
"Right there…keep…hitting…there," she pants out. She cants her hips meeting my thrusts.
"I'm close Q," I huff. With a few more powerful strokes, her walls constrict around my cock signaling Quinn's release, and I immediately follow. She milks me for all I've got, and I am spent. I feel our combined wetness drip from inside her, and I gather some on my fingers, and bring it to her mouth. She cleans them before lean downing and kissing me, her tongue in my mouth allowing me to taste us together. "Babe, we taste good together," whisper against her lips. She just moans in agreement.
I slowly pull out. Quinn whispers at the loss, but I pull down her to my side. I reach around and bring the cover up over us. I bring her back to my front, wrapping my one arm around her waist, with the other acting as her pillow. I place a kiss on the nape of her neck. "I'm really sorry about earlier Quinn. I don't want you to think I was just using you," I whisper into her hair.
"I know S. It's partially my fault. I shouldn't have started something I couldn't finish, but I swear, if you ever leave me unfinished again, you and your hand will be best friends for a long time," she chuckles. "Besides, you more than made up for yourself right there."
"I love you Lucy Q."
"I love you too Santana, but go to sleep. You wore me out," she gushes. She turns over, finds her trusted sleeping position, and snuggles in tight. I kiss the top of her head, and fall asleep knowing I need to put my proposal plan into action.