Runaway Baby
Author's Note: Here's another one for all my fellow Quinntana lovers. Hope you enjoy. Thank you so much for the reviews peeps :)
Ess xx
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Quinn sits in Church next to her Father and Mother. Watching as the people from her new church flood in. She people watches for the moment, just watching interactions between a community she will soon be apart of. There are families. Children. Some teenagers. Older citizens, and so on.
People of all races.
A Latina looking woman strides in, so well dressed, and clearly looking good for age. She's in heels that Quinn would die for if she was able to pull them off. Her dress is tighter than most for church. What seems to be her husband follows her in, greeting people he knows. HE's also well dressed, in a black suit with a white collared shirt and a black tie. He's somewhat suave. And Quinn is drawn into them. They look like celebrities.
And then their children follow. Two girls and a little boy. At first Quinn doesn't recognize her. Because there's no leather. Her hair's tied half up, instead of hanging loosely around her face. She's in a white dress. She almost looks pure. And Quinn is more than shocked, when Santana strides behind her little sister, holding her brothers hand.
Santana flicks her a smile, before taking her seat.
Afterwards, the priest introduces the Fabray's to the Lopez's. Quinn learns that Santana's Uncle is the priest.
Santana is beginning to confuse her even more.
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In gym class on Monday, Quinn catches Santana dressing into her gear. She discovers Santana has a tattoo on her ribcage.
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On Tuesday, Quinn learns that Santana's ringtone is Alanis Morresettes 'You Outta Know'
On Wednesday, Santana gets into a fight with some girl named Nicole. Earning herself a busted lip. But it's nothing compared to the black eye Nicole ends up with.
Quinn stumbles in on Santana rinsing her mouth out.
"You just gonna stare?" Santana mumbles, holding a wet towel to her lip.
"Why did you fight her?" Quinn asks, trying to understand Santana. Not knowing where her new found confidence has come from.
"Because she pissed me off."
"Why?"
"You ask too many questions."
"You don't answer enough." Quinn challenges.
Santana smirks proudly, "You're not afraid of me, are you?" She inches a step closer.
"Should I be?" Quinn stands her ground, keeping her feet in place.
Santana leans in, and Quinn doesn't know why she does it, out of fear maybe? Or maybe she's anticipating something she never thought she would. Because she's completely straight. But she closes her eyes.
"If you know what's good for you." Santana whispers against her earlobe, sending chills down Quinn's spine.
Quinn discovers that Santana Lopez is a complete mind fuck.
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That afternoon, they have Glee club, and it's the day for performances. Quinn's nervous. It's the first time she's sung a solo in front of anyone.
She's impressed even more as each student sings. They're unbelievably good to her. And she grows even more nervous as it nears her turn.
Puck stands up with his guitar, winking at Quinn as he begins to strum the chords to Alannis Morresettes 'Head Over Feet.' Changing the lyrics so that it's from his point of view.
All eyes seem to fall on Quinn as Puck sings the words to her. Finn scowling. Santana ready to burst out laughing. And the rest of the club more or less puzzled about the entire thing.
Puck finishes to a round of applause, bowing.
"Step up young one." He whispers to Finn, as the jock stands for his turn. He gives Quinn a genuine smile as Brad begins to play, Taylor Swifts 'Love Story.' In which Finn changes up the lyrics so that it's from a boys point of view.
Santana is more interested in Quinn's reaction this time. She's subtle about the way she leers at the girl. Quinn actually seems to be interested, swaying to the music with everyone else. She rolls her eyes. No way is that fucking awkward giant winning this thing.
Finn is a little too impressed with himself. A little too smug for Puck or Santana's liking. But, like the BAMF she is, Santana takes a stand for her turn, she takes off her jacket, now just in a tight black and gold singlet, with black jeans and her hair tossed to one side.
She stands with her back to the group as the bass begins to Bruno Mars' 'Runaway Baby.'
Ah yes
Well, looky here, looky here
Ah, what do we have?
Another pretty thang ready for me to grab
But little does she know
That I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing
'Cause at the end of the night
It is her I'll be holding
I love you so
That's what you'll say
You'll tell me
Baby, baby, please don't go away
But when I play, I never stay
To every girl that I meet here
This is what I say
Run, run, runaway, runaway, baby
Before I put my spell on you
You better get, get, getaway, getaway, darling
'Cause everything you heard is true
Your poor little heart will end up alone
'Cause what knows I'm a rolling stone
So you better run, run, runaway, runaway, baby
She's dancing and parading around, in every way that makes all the boys drool over her. Including Brittany, the cheerleader. Hell even Tina is a little turned on. Mercedes laughs at how much of a shit Santana doesn't give when it comes to performing. Rachel is more offended than anything. Mr. Shue sits awkwardly watching. And Quinn. Well Quinn doesn't know what to think. Because every now and then Santana catches her eye with her own, and the words seem as if they're directed right at Quinn.
She's not gay. But she has to admit that the ache between her legs is from neither Finn or Puck.
I love you so
That's what you'll say
You'll tell me
Baby, baby, please don't go away
But when I play, I never stay
To every girl that I meet here
This is what I say
Run, run, runaway, runaway, baby
Before I put my spell on you
You better get, get, getaway, getaway, darling
'Cause everything you heard is true
Your poor little heart will end up alone
'Cause lord knows I'm a rolling stone
So you better run, run, runaway, runaway, baby
See I ain't try to hurt you, baby
No, no, no, I just wanna work you, baby, yup, yup
See I ain't try to hurt you, baby
No, no, no, I just wanna work you, baby
If you scared you better run
You better run, you better run
You better, you better, you better
Run, run, runaway, runaway, baby
Before I put my spell on you
You better get, get, getaway, getaway, darling
'Cause everything you heard is true
Your poor little heart will end up alone
'Cause what knows I'm a rolling stone
So you better run, run, runaway, runaway, baby
It takes a minute for everyone to process what they've just witnessed. But a challenging look from the fierce Latina snaps them straight into applause.
"That was...impressive, Santana." Mr. Schue begins, "Now, Quinn do you have something prepared. You do know we don't expect you to sing anything just yet, so if you'd like to-"
"I think I'll skip." Quinn interjects.
"That's fine by me. Now does anyone recommend any of the songs from today for sectionals?"
As Rachel throws her hand up to speak, Quinn's eyes linger towards Santana, slouching in her seat.
She shouldn't think the the things she does. She shouldn't wonder what Santana tastes like. She shouldn't wonder what it would be like to be with Santana.
Because of her religion. Because she's not gay. Because she has a wholesome image to uphold. Because she thinks she likes Finn. She thinks Finn could be a nice boyfriend. Because Santana has a reputation. Because if anything actually happened, people could find out. Like Finn. Like Rachel Berry. Like her Father.
But she's drawn to Santana. And she can't fight the feeling.
"May I be excused?" Quinn asks, ignoring the fact that she's just interrupted Rachel.
"Sure Quinn." Mr. Schue nods.
Santana, Puck and Finn watch as she leaves.
"What the hell was that Lopez?" Puck slaps the Latina's shoulder from behind.
"What the hell was what?" She fires back.
"You. Pulling that reverse psycho shit on her. I should've known it. We're screwed. Freaking screwed. Pay up virginal, games over." He slaps a sulking Finn.
"It's reverse psychology." She smiles smugly.
"Hey, wait a minute. I think she actually likes me." Finn defends.
"Why? Because you sang her a sweet song? Oh, tear." Santana mocks with a laugh.
"You're a bitch." Finn deadpans.
"Either love it or hate it Finnoncence. Now if you boys will excuse me. I have some work to do." She wiggles her fingers as she holds up her hands to be excuse. Smiling smugly at both boys as she leaves.
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She finds Quinn in the bathroom, just as she expected. Too easy.
Quinn frezes, mid way through splashing her face.
"A little hot there?" Santana questions with a smirk, leaning against the hand dryer.
"I just needed to freshen up. What are you doing here?" Quinn forces back.
Santana shrugs, "Came to see if you were okay? Needed a hand maybe?" She laughs to herself.
Quinn's eyes widen at the promiscuity.
"Oh come on. I saw you looking."
"I-I w-wasn't looking." She hates the way her voice shakes when she lies.
"Keep telling yourself that princess." Santana inches closer. "I meant what I sang." Quinn realizes there's no way out.
"I-I'mnotgay." Quinn blurts through clenched eyes, before looking up to Santana. Almost with apologetic eyes.
"Who said you had to be gay?" Santana questions, tracing a finger around the hem of Quinn's blouse.
"S-santana." Quinn warns, though she doesn't stop the Latina.
"It's not time for you to say my name just yet." Santana whispers, taking her lips to Quinn's neck.
The blonde lets out a soft moan at the contact. She shouldn;t be doing this. She should have some control. But it's impossible, when Santana's lips on her neck feel so damn good. She wants to taste them for herself. So she tilts her head to the side, desperate for their lips to meet.
Santana grins, lifting her lips to touch Quinn's. But what she doesn't expect is the wave of something she's never felt before. There's even more hunger after that, and she's thankful when Quinn allows her tongue access.
"This is wrong. We could get caught." Quinn breathes. Not understanding herself. She shouldn't be worried about whether they're caught or not. She should be pushing Santana away.
"Less talking." Santana replies, hands roaming further.
"What the hell is going on in here? Lopez!"
The two girls pull away immediately at the sound of Coach Sylvester's voice. Quinn's cheeks flash a bright shade of red. Santana growling with frustration.
"My office. Now! You too, blondie." she shoves her thumb backwards, as both girls pass her by with shame.
My life is over. Quinn thinks to herself as she keeps her eyes averted from Santana. Everyone is going to find out. Finn. Rachel. Dad! Oh God! He's going to kick me out. I'm going to have to move away again. Probabaly to some nunnery.. Everyone's going to think I'm gay. And Ididn't even get to feel Santana..wait, what?
"So who wants to explain to me first?"
"We were just fooling around." Santana shrugs like it's no big deal.
Quinn looks to her with horror.
"On school grounds? In the girls bathroom? Within class time? What's your name Blondie?"
"Q-Quinn Fabray. Ma'am." She chokes out. Santana rolls her eyes.
"Well Q. From the grab you had here on Sandbags, I noticed a little muscle. Any athletic ablilty?"
Okay, so this wasn't the first thing she expected Coach Sylvester to ask her.
"I used to run track." Quinn answers, unsure whether or not there is a right or wrong answer to the question.
Coach Sylvester nods, "It'll do." She pulls out too red Cheerios bags, with white sneakers. Shoving them in each girls direction.
"What the fuck?" Santana questions.
"You will both be joining Cheerios-"
"WHAT!"
"I'm talking Lopez! And when I talk, you shut the hell up and listen, got it?" Santana slouches further in her seat, afraid to admit that a raging Sue Sylvester actually scares the crap out of her.
"Good. There will be no ifs, buts or maybes. This is your punishment. You do this and your little incident in the toilets goes dismissed. You don't do this, and I take you right now and explain everything to Figgins."
"That's cool with me." Santana shrugs, standing to make her way there.
"Santana!" Quinn stops her.
"What?" The girl hisses.
Quinn pleads with her eyes. "Please, just join the stupid team."
Santana hates that she gives into that desperate tone in Quinn's voice.
"Ugh. Fine. You fucking owe me Fabray."
"I promise you, I'll do anything." Quinn tells her.
"Anything huh?" Santana wiggles her brows suggestively.
"Oh now I have mental images. Get out of my office now. And tomorrow, I want you both in those uniforms, with your hair up in pony tails. Got it?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Whatever."