A/N: Thanks for being so patient for this update, I've been at a festival all weekend, and I managed to pull all the muscles in my lower legs AND break all the toes on my right foot, so I've been on crutches and finding it hard to get around. Now I'm visiting my mum and finally sat down, I thought I'd write the chapter! Please bare with me. There may also be some... 'adult natures' in this, but I'm sure you're all mature enough for it ;)
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This chapter is called Quiet by Lights. You'll see why.
It soon turned 2:38am, and the majority of people had crashed and left for the hotel. The only ones still awake were Santana, Puck and Quinn, which wasn't really surprising. Quinn spent a lot of time with her professor since she'd been away, sipping all sorts of alcohol and getting drunk, so she was into drinking a lot more. With Santana and Puck, alcohol was like their second nature. They'd been drinking since they could even remember, and were able to hold out the longest of the group by pure practice. They were walking a couple blocks away from the Schuester house, and were holding each other up as best as they could. The night was a complete success, everybody got along and there was nothing that could have changed the mood in the house, especially as it was the first time everybody could be there. A few of the Glee members couldn't attend the wedding due to commitments within work, and issues with flights and so forth, so to have the gang together again felt just like the old days, which Santana had definitely took for granted.
Things with Santana, Sam and Brittany seemed to be much better after tonight. Santana didn't focus on how happy the two of them were together, or thought about the fact that she was single. She'd come to terms with the idea of being single after wanting Brittany for so long, and then finally having her all to herself. The ideas kind of excited her, and lead her to having all new experiences in life, such as sleeping around and having incredible, mind-blowing sex with hot girls all over the city. It was like a dream to her. Besides, if it wasn't the weird girl creepily smiling at her in the library back in Kentucky, she knew that there would be something that would end their relationship sooner or later, and she was glad it was sooner. As much as it had hurt to break up with the girl, she knew Brittany needed someone there to love and care for her in ways that she was unable to, and that broke Santana. Seeing Sam care for her completely and fully gave Santana the gratification and closure that she needed to be able to move on with her life. Even though she had thought she was done, she was now one hundred percent done. And it felt great.
"Yo, Lopez, are you even conscious right now?" Puck slurred, waving the bottle of whiskey in front of her face, expecting her to drink some. It managed to snap her out the internal conversation she was having with herself, though her eyes went slightly blurry as she tried to focus on the bottle. "Actually, I think she's had enough. Q?"
"You know, I think I will have some more of that, now you mention it," A smile appeared on Quinn's face as she grasped the bottle from his hand and casually glugged a few mouthfuls, giving her best whiskey face afterwards. "Santana, are you okay? You seem distracted."
It only took a couple of steps more for Santana to respond, but it wasn't the response that she had planned to give. Her mouth opened, and no words came out. She tried for the second time, but yet again, nothing. She raised her eyebrows and thought long and hard about what was going on in that moment, "Q, take me home please."
Both Puck and Quinn laughed, as Noah rushed to the other side of Santana to steady her balance, "Where do you think we've been headed for the past half an hour? We're only round the corner."
"I'll get you home safe, Santana. You can trust me," she turned the girl's face round to look at her directly in the eyes, "We can stay in your room tonight. Puck, feel free to either stay in with us, or sleep in my room."
"Do you think I'm going to… Jesus, I'm drunk," he stopped for a breath and stretched out his back, "Do you think I'm going to miss out on sharing a room with the two hottest girls I know?" Smirking at both of them, he winked suggestively.
"Fuck you, Puck, you can have the sofa," Santana tried to punch his side, but ended up punching him a bit further down, just clipping his 'Puckzilla', which was a great success on her part, and made Quinn snort behind her as he nearly toppled face first onto the floor.
"Okay, I know I like it rough, babe, but any other area!" Both the girls turned their heads to look at him in disgust, both having gone there before, and both knowing that it definitely was not worth another round. "Fine, I'll take the couch."
They walked into the hotel lobby and directly into the open doors of the elevator, where they propped themselves against the railings inside until it reached Santana's floor. They stepped out and slouched towards the door as Santana opened her room, and launched herself at the bed. Quinn rolled her eyes and followed her into the room and Puck sauntered over to the couch, dropping his jeans an taking off his shirt, leaving him in just his boxers. He jumped onto the sofa and pulled a blanket that was folded on the table next to him, over his body and muttered something inaudible.
Quinn leant up from the bed, "Pardon?"
"Water."
She sighed, got off of the bed and started walking to the tiny kitchen that was in the hotel room, "Please would have been a good start, Noah. You can get your own. I only have two hands, and Santana needs to sober up too." Quinn grabbed two glasses, filling them with vitamin water from a bottle she found in the fridge, and made her way back to the bed, putting hers on the table next to it. "Santana, sit up, I got you water."
Santana followed her orders and sat up quickly, and felt a lot more sober than she had felt half an hour ago on the walk back to the hotel. "Thanks, Q." Her hand raised and cupped the glass the girl was holding out for her, quickly bringing it to her lips and downing the entire contents within seconds. "Fuck, that taste's good."
"You don't waste any time, do you?" Quinn sipped her glass slowly, sighing at the fresh taste of the water. "Puck, aren't you getting one?" There was a silence in the room, and all that could be heard was a small snoring sound from across the room.
"You won't get much from him, you should know he passes out as soon as he hits a soft surface." Santana laughed and undressed herself under the covers, kicking all items of clothing out from underneath the sheets. She kept her panties on, because she wasn't exactly shy about her breasts, and everyone had seen them before, so tonight would make no difference. Plus she was still quite drunk, so it didn't phase her even more than usual. "Quinny, get your ass into bed."
"Quinny?" She burst out laughing, "Santana, did you really just call me that?"
"Whatever, just get into the goddamn bed," Santana pulled the girl back into the bed and wrapped herself in the covers.
"Fine, fine," Quinn stood up and undressed herself, leaving her shirt and panties on, before lifting up the cover and slipping underneath, pushing herself further into the mattress. Santana was already drifting off before Quinn even got into the bed, and she knew to give the girl her space in the bed, so she scooted slightly away from her and turned to face the wall on her side. Quinn took a deep breath in and settled down into her pillow, and it wasn't long until she herself had fallen asleep.
5:12am rolled around, and Santana was still fast asleep, and so was everyone else. Or so she thought, anyway. She felt someone's lips kissing up her neck, and she stirred, leaning into it. She moaned quietly opened her eyes, to see Quinn on top of her, placing kisses all over her neck and chest. The only thing that crossed her mind at this point, was the fact that Puck was still in the room. "Quinn, what the-"
"Shh, you'll wake him up," she purred into her ear, as she continued her path up her neck and to her mouth. She leant up whilst kissing Quinn and looked towards the sofa to see Puckerman half hanging off the sofa, hand down his boxers with his other arm over his eyes. Santana seemed satisfied that he wouldn't wake up, and she wasn't exactly going to turn down an opportunity to get off, so she grabbed Quinn's neck and pulled her in closer. Their lips crashed together as they battled for dominance, but Quinn was putting up quite a fight. Not that she minded. Santana had just woken up after all, and was still in a slight daydream land, so she let Quinn take control. Her hands roamed the girl above her, sliding underneath the top she was wearing and lightly scraping her nails down her back. The room got very hot, very quickly, and soon Quinn was ripping of her top, leaving her bare chest in front of Santana's face.
"I thought this was a two time thing?" Her eyes stared directly at Quinn's breasts, rubbing her hands up towards them before palming them gently.
Quinn bent down and caught Santana's lips with her own, prolonging it for a few seconds, "Just think of this as the second time. Neither of us are hooking up with anyone currently, are we?"
A smirk appeared on Santana's face, "I guess not. I'll shut the fuck up then." Her hands reached down to Quinn's panties and ripped them off as the girl maneuvered her legs to slide them down. It wasn't long until Quinn was kissing down Santana's chest and stomach, and quiet moans escaped her lips, "Jesus." Feeling this girl touching her skin sent little shoots of electricity through her body, and as she got further down, she just couldn't wait. This was all completely strange for her. Quinn was straight, and she was very much gay. The first night did come as a shock to Santana, the way they had been casually flirting all night, dancing to slow songs and then dragging each other to the bedroom to let Quinn 'experiment'. But was she actually experimenting in the sense that she could be into girls, and just wants to figure it out with Santana's help, or was she just that turned on, that she'd sleep with anyone. Then again, Puck was on the sofa, so it wasn't like she was Quinn's only option.
Either way, Santana wasn't going to let her thought process ruin everything, especially as Quinn was kissing up his inner thighs and around her centre, taking extra care not to give her any satisfaction whatsoever. "Will you just fu-uuuuh, fuck!" Quinn's fingers slid straight into Santana's core and curled upwards against her g-spot, her eyes shut tight and her hand reached up to Quinn's head, pushing her further down her body. Her mind went fuzzy, and all she could feel was how Quinn moved inside of her, and how her tongue felt sliding through the wetness between her legs. "Oh God."
There was nothing she wanted more at that moment than to feel her stomach tying itself in a knot, on the verge of her release, but Quinn was drawing it out. For now, anyway. Her tongue was gently flicking over Santana's swollen clit, and with every thrust of the girl's fingers, her toes were curling, feeling every inch of her body set ablaze. She opened her eyes and glanced down at Quinn between her legs, who looked incredibly into it. The way her hair was entwined in Santana's fingers, her eyes open as she stared back into Santana's. The intensity in the look was enough to set her off.
"Shit, don't stop. Ohhh fuck, im so close," she whispered, trying to mute the moans coming from her mouth. Quinn quickened the pace with her tongue until she drew Santana over the edge, she felt herself tightening around Quinn's fingers as they curled up inside her. "Faster, fuck!" A few moans later, and Santana had reached her peak, her hips bucked up wildly as she bit down on her arm that rested over her face.
Her eyes were blurry and her head was spinning as she rode out her orgasm. "Holy… Wow."
Quinn smirked and climbed up the bed, kissing Santana lightly on the lips before throwing herself down on her side of the bed. "Well, that was as fun for me as it was for you." She leant up and looked towards the sofa to double-check that Puck was still asleep, and much to their amazement, he was.
"You know, you would have thought he would have woken up to the slightest sex noise, wouldn't you." Santana mumbled as she wiped the sweat off of her forehead. "And what's happened to Miss Quinn Fabray, the straight girl from Lima?"
"Well, we're both drunk, and I just, you know. Two time thing, and all." She turned to face Santana sheepishly, "Night, Santana."
Santana was puzzled, "You don't want me to, yunno…"
"I'm fine, Santana. We should go to sleep. It's early, and we have planes to catch tomorrow, remember?."
"That's good for me!" She laughed and leant over, kissing Quinn gently on the girl's cheek. "Night, Q."
Tomorrow was going to be a long day, and the plane trip wasn't going to be the worst part of it, she could feel it.