"We're having a barbecue."
Santana arched her eyebrows at him as she chuckled, still swiveling her chair back and forth just the way she knew annoyed her brother.
She shared a look with Puck, who seemed just as amused as her.
"Man, you're the most boring person I've ever known." Puck said, he shook his head as he chewed his sandwich. "I don't even know how you got yourself a girlfriend bro."
And a gorgeous one if Santana may add.
"I don't care if you guys think it's boring or not, you don't even have to be here if you don't want to. Quinn is bringing her sister Marley, and Rachel. I'm just letting you know."
She couldn't help but frown at the name of Quinn's sister but didn't give that much thought. Puck's face changed immediately after that, his expression changed to one of excitement and Santana just had to roll her eyes.
After that weird but interesting night at the club three weeks ago, Puck and Rachel had become really close, apparently they were getting to know each other or something and for the first time, her friend seemed happy. He really changed though. Hell he hadn't even talked to any other girl but Rachel these days, and it was weird seeing his womanizer friend acting like that. He had hooked up with loads of girls before, at least one per week and he hadn't done anything these days.
He was even more concentrated in that pool cleaning business he had—and that was good, at least.
"I'll definitely be here then." Puck said happily.
Santana chuckled at the obvious enthusiasms in his voice as she watched him, she saw something in his eyes. His eyes were shining with a light, the same light her brother had in her eyes whenever Quinn was around. And Santana could only think one thing at the moment: she was losing her partner in crime.
"What's your deal with Rachel anyway, I didn't know you had the hots for her." She joked, Puck's face totally serious.
"No big deal. We're just having fun, nothing too serious." Her friend told her, almost as if he didn't want her to realize how much this really meant to him.
But whatever.
Was that time of the year when all of her friends wanted a girlfriend or boyfriend and she was the only one single?
It didn't matter though, more girls to her. In fact she needed to get going right now to do just that, she was already late for her sex date with Hanna.
Santana stood up from the table with the glass of juice in her hand, drinking the last of it quickly before putting it into the dishwater. "Nice breakfast gentleman's, but I've gotta go."
"Are you going to be here tonight?" Marc asked from his place in the table.
"I don't know yet, I'll let you know." She told him before starting to make her way to her bedroom.
She wasn't in the mood to see those sappy couples love each other in front of her when she had a lot of things better to do.
Santana would never understand why some people love to tied them up to another person when you can be free and do whatever you want with whoever you want.
It's simple math.
Right?
That Saturday afternoon, Santana was absolutely sure that something was wrong with her; she truly didn't know what was happening. For a moment she even felt a twinge of panic.
Hanna reached back and grabbed Santana's unbuttoned jeans with both hands, pushing her hips forward against her as they kept kissing. She felt a warmth in her stomach spreading through her body, but it was different this time.
There was just one, tiny problem.
Santana didn't want this animalistic passion. She wanted Hanna to hug her neck tenderly while she was under her, she wanted her to slowly rock her hips up, opening to her the way a flower would to the sun with each passing second. Her luscious lips were hard to resist, but somehow Santana didn't want those lips. Instead, she couldn't help but thinking of another pair of lips, another woman under her.
Santana could be a lot of things, a bitch most of the times; but she couldn't do this if she was imagining another blonde at the moment. That would be unfair, for the both of them. And the fact that Hanna was completely focused on her made Santana feel more guilty.
With that thought in mind, she suddenly let go of her, supporting her body with her elbows and causing Hanna to whimper. She looked down, Hanna only reached her hands and grabbed Santana's shoulders, and smiled.
The blonde was beautiful, that was a fact. She met Hanna at the gym this week and yesterday she sent Santana a text asking her for some private classes in her apartment and honestly, they were big enough to know what private classes meant. And given all the mess she was having in her head lately, she thought that maybe a little sexcapade with this hot girl would be awesome. But she was wrong. And all because of some other stupid sexy blonde with hazel eyes that couldn't go away of her head.
"What?" Hanna asked after a moment of silence, a little lost as to why Santana suddenly stopped. "We're doing this without any kind of attachment, okay? Just relax."
She knew perfectly that Hanna didn't really trust her. And it was okay because she didn't really think she was worthy of being her partner either. Santana wasn't happy in that moment, she was lost. But Hanna didn't seem to care, she didn't seem disappointed or upset. And maybe after all, she needed this too.
It had been a week, and she seriously needed to stop thinking for awhile.
To hell with her conscience.
She forced a weak smile and without more words she leaned down to kiss Hanna again, trying to shut her thoughts all she could.
She was hating Quinn so much right now.
Santana felt strange, light-headed as if she were suffering from a fever, her head still felt funny, but she wouldn't categorize the feeling as a headache, it was just tiredness. Her eyes felt heavy and gritty after the exhausting day, but she was sure she still looked damn good. That's why she caught people's attention on her way here.
She hopped down her motorcycle and walked to the front door. Santana put her hand on the knob, but stopped for a second.
Was this a good idea after all? Because the moment she heard voices and laughs she was regretting this immediately.
Maybe she needed to stay away from here for another hour and come back later, with some alcohol in her system.
She turned around to do just that but then she heard a small click of the door opening, instantly making her head whip around where her eyes met Quinn's.
"Were you leaving without even saying hello?" Quinn spoke gently, her voice tender and reminiscing, but slightly unsteady. Her hair was kind of messy and cheeks flushed.
She looked beautiful in that black dress, but Santana knew that look perfectly. Quinn had that 'I just got fucked' look all over her; and damn it looked good on this woman. She just had sex with Marc, Santana knew it, because she knew how sex looked like.
She smirked at Quinn who smiled back, feeling oddly proud of her brother but her mouth had suddenly gone dry and she felt her fists clench at her sides. Santana wondered what the hell was that nasty feeling in the tip of her stomach.
Maybe it was the signal that she definitely needed to go away.
"Something like that." Santana said before turning around to get back into her motorcycle, but Quinn quickly grabbed her wrist first.
The touch was soft yet firm, Santana looked down at Quinn's hand that was involving her skin. She stared at Quinn intently, and she knew the threatening and intimidating look in her eyes scared Quinn, that's why the blonde flushed before pulling away.
"Sorry." Quinn said with shame. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and she looked as if she were considering her next words.
And Santana felt kind of bad now. She sighed, giving Quinn one more look before sitting at the end of the stairs that lead to the principal entrance.
"No, I am sorry." She spoke very quietly, her hands shoved into her pocket as she stared straight ahead at her immobile motorcycle. "I've just been having a lot of bad days lately." She honestly didn't know why she said that last sentence.
She cleared her throat nervously.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Quinn follow suit and she sat right next to her. Maybe a little too close because their thighs were touching, and her sweet smell filled her lungs immediately. That slight contact made Santana's skin burn and her thoughts ran rampant. Quinn's closeness made a fire erupt deep inside her, she could feel the blush creeping over her cheeks so she looked away.
"Can I help with anything?" Quinn's voice was calm and friendly.
And Santana only wanted to scream: Yes! Actually yes, she could help. Santana just wanted to tell her to stop being so freaking cute all the time or stop staying over so often so that way she would have to see her less and that really would help, really.
"No. But thank you."
She could feel Quinn scanning her face from top to bottom, taking in every detail, just like she did at the bar a week ago. She felt like Quinn's eyes were searching hers for something but she couldn't tell what, that's why she kept looking straight ahead.
She was going to be the death of Santana.
"You're so... mysterious." Quinn said after awhile, it sounded to Santana as if she was giving herself courage to say it.
Her face that was completely serious a moment ago broke out into a smile and she quirked an eyebrow at Quinn's choice of words.
She stared at Quinn, processing the information she had just imparted, and was surprised when she didn't find Quinn's eyes on her. Instead she was looking at her own hands now, playing with the small rings.
They were silent for a little bit before Santana's curiosity got the best of her. "Mysterious?"
"I mean," The nervousness in Quinn's voice was evident. And this time Santana was the one unable to tear her eyes away from her. "You're oddly approachable and at the same time hard to read. I don't know, there's just something about you that is, different."
And that was funny, because it was exactly how she felt about her.
"Then I think you're mysterious too." Santana's throat tightened as she grinned.
Quinn finally turned to her with a curious smile that reached her beautiful eyes, and even with the moon cascading over her, Santana could tell that Quinn was deep in thought. They stared at each other and the blonde sitting next to her looked as if she was not sure whether Santana was talking to her or simply reassuring herself, but it did the trick apparently because Quinn blushed.
"You're definitely something else."
"That's what I've been told." Santana replied, not missing a beat. A cocky grin stretched across her face as she looked at Quinn who just kept smiling and watching her attentively. "What were you doing here anyway, isn't the party inside?"
"My phone is in my car, I was going there when I saw you trying to sneak out without anyone noticing." The little dimple that played at the corner of her mouth when she teased Santana was so beautiful, and she was damn sure that Quinn was utterly unaware of her charm. "And there's no party inside, we're just sharing some light drinks. You should come in."
"Why? I'm fine right here. The company is good."
Quinn tilted her head slightly and paused, and smiled once again. It was as if she needed to see Santana at a different angle.
"Is that so?" She asked with a really contagious smile.
Santana nodded, keeping a straight face.
Quinn was such a strange mix between sexiness and cuteness. How was that even possible? Santana felt warmth spreading from her chest to her cheeks. Quinn's eyes crinkled in amusement at her lack of words, but this closeness wasn't doing anything good to Santana. Although, somehow, she decided she liked this kind of excitement. There was something about being this close to Quinn that made her feel good and it made her stomach feel funny. It felt really good. Actually she was fighting with the need to put her arm around Quinn and bring her even closer, but she couldn't; so she just decided to tease her again to calm her wild heart.
"You know, isn't rude to have sex when there's other people in the house?" Santana finally said with a smirk on her lips.
She wished for some stupid reason that this was all inside of her head, but she knew that look too well and Quinn's face was saying it all. She blushed intensely at Santana's words and that was the confirmation Santana needed.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Quinn tried miserably; her eyes suddenly found something really interesting on the floor.
"I think you do." Santana insisted, she chuckled appreciatively at her.
"Why are you so sure? Did Marc tell you something?"
"Actually, you just confirmed it to me." Santana made sure she'd caught Quinn's gaze, before lowering her eyes to her cute lips.
She didn't know what was wrong with her at this point. She didn't know what she was doing, but Quinn paused a moment; her eyes fixed on Santana's face as she smiled too. A slight blush overspread her face and neck with Santana's words, but her smile only became ineffably sweet.
"Okay, you're right. But it wasn't like I planned it to happen. Marc just followed me upstairs—"
"Alright, alright, stop right there princess. I was just messing with you." Santana half joked. "I'm fine without hearing all the nasty details."
Santana was sure that nothing felt warmer than the feeling she was feeling in her chest with Quinn's next smile. She was actually physically tired and emotionally drained by this blonde. But she couldn't enjoy this closeness and Quinn's sweetness the way she was enjoying it right now.
She shouldn't, it wasn't fair to her brother.
But what was fair again? Nothing was fair in this world. And she might as well get that straight right now. Expecting the world to treat her fairly because she was a good person was like expecting a bull not to attack her because she was a vegetarian.
Santana didn't want to go out now, she just wanted to sleep and forget about everything for just a moment.
"I need my bed." She said suddenly as she stood up, then she offered her hand to Quinn to help her up. "You coming?"
Quinn didn't accept her hand right away though, she was pursing her lips to suppress a smile. She looked up into Santana's eyes, which softened slightly as she stared down at her.
"You weren't just asking me to go to bed with you, right?" Quinn inquired as she finally grabbed Santana's hand and got up.
Santana was standing at the end of the small front entrance stairs, and Quinn was standing on the first stair, making her look taller than Santana. It took her a good minute to realize what Quinn just said because when she said it, Quinn's other delicate and soft hand moved up slowly against the soft fabric of her blouse, until she reached Santana's tense shoulder.
And she didn't know why the hell Quinn still had her left hand clasped against hers, but it made her feel a lot more brave and confident.
"Maybe I was." Her words came out in a husky whisper, tingly and warm against the night air.
She could feel the warmth from Quinn, like a devouring furnace. She gazed at her without moving, Quinn's eyes were so violently dark and she was looking straight at her lips. Her hand slowly moved, touching the skin where Santana's shoulder met her neck.
They were standing way too close, her palms were sweating, her jaw tense. Every ounce of her strength was holding her body back from rutting on Quinn like a dog in heat.
Santana's eyes drifted to her lips then and she knew, absolutely knew everything would feel right if she just lean in and kiss her senseless. She would kiss Quinn like she was hers, like she had all the time in the world to kiss her. Santana's cheeks turn bright red and she suddenly wanted desperately to pull Quinn into her arms, grab her small waist to do just that.
The light hand that Quinn placed on her shoulder only added another level to the painful pressure building inside Santana. And it made her want Quinn's mouth even more.
She knew she looked stunned, almost in a trance, but she soon regained her composure because then the door opened, abruptly ending with her fantasy.
She made some really needed distance between her and Quinn, and when she looked at who was standing at the door, Santana knew her mouth was hanging open in shock. Her eyes darted across to see Marley staring at her but she didn't seem surprised at all.
A strange quivering feeling began to develop within her. Her lips were burning, her face was burning, her whole body was burning.
"Marley?" She asked in astonishment.
The air felt heavy as the two pair of eyes fell onto a now nervous looking Santana. Fears and doubts tumbled through her mind in that moment.
"Santana, this is my sister Marley." Quinn said, taken a particular interest in what was going on. "But I guess you already knew her."
Sometimes, she really hated her life.
