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Chapter 4
Quinn grimaces at the state of Puck's truck as she pulls open the muck covered passenger door, glad to see that the inside looks relatively clean. She slides inside and smiles at Mike and Tina in the backseat, she can feel their gazes on her and the blonde knows that people can tell that something is bothering her and curses herself for being so obvious. Quinn shoots them a reassuring smile, glad that it seems to work when their concerned eyes turn friendly as they smile back.
"Thanks for picking me up" she states to Puck, the young man nodding at her before turning the stereo on, heavy metal blasting out from the speakers. Quinn is glad that the music is too loud for anyone to have a conversation as her mind is still full with recent events and she soon falls deep into thought. She has tried to forget about everything with Santana, Sugar and Brittany but her curious nature means it's not easy for her to do so. Their choice of words while telling her to butt out tells her that she is right, there's definitely something going on. Whether or not she actually finds out what it is, is a different matter. She wonders what Santana will say to her tonight, or even if she will speak to her at all, Quinn guesses that Brittany will have filled Santana in on her visit and what was said. The journey to the latina's house is much too short for Quinn's liking and she now isn't sure that coming is such a good idea as she stares at the large house. She had always loved the Lopez house, as a child she had always marvelled at how big it was and how nice it was inside. Quinn had always been jealous of Santana for this reason but she knows now that all the expensive things that Maribel and Carlos had filled the house with had just been to distract Santana from their absense. It had always been the girl's nanny that dropped her off and picked her up from school and now there is no need for the nanny to be around, she knows that Santana will most likely find the huge house extremely lonely or at least she would have, before Sugar moved in.
"Quinn, you okay?" Mike asks her quietly as he pulls open her door and Quinn realises she is the only one left in the car.
"Yeah, I was just thinking" she smiles as she slips out of the car, Mike watching her carefully for a few seconds before shrugging and turning to take Tina's hand, leading her up Santana's driveway just as the latina steps outside.
"Puckerman..Changs" Santana greets with a nod, gesturing for them to go inside and stepping in front of Quinn when the blonde attempts to enter the house. "Looking good Fabray" the latina drawls as her dark eyes roam up and down Quinn's body, raising a brow at the low cut black dress. Quinn smiles weakly, glancing down at Santana's high heeled boots, skin tight black jeans, tight red tank top and long wavy hair that flows down her back and realising that, as usual, the latina looks pretty damn hot herself. "I don't want any trouble tonight Q, I know about your little visit to Sugar's house and I don't want you bringing it up to her and upsetting her" she states seriously, the strong smell of tequila on her breath telling Quinn that Santana started the party well before all of her guests had arrived.
"I'm not here to cause trouble" Quinn shrugs, "Brittany said I should come so I came" she tells her softly and Santana studies her silently before nodding.
"I'm glad you came" the latina replies, a slight smirk pulling at her lips. "Booze is in the usual place" she adds as she disappears back into the house. Quinn sighs softly and follows after her, a little surprised by the crowd of people that loiter around the ground floor, the air hot and filled with the scent of alcohol as people dance to the loud music that blasts from the livingroom. She can feel the thumping bass on every inch of her body, the small hairs on her arm vibrating from it's intensity as she pushes her way into the kitchen. A beer is thrusted into her hand and she looks up to see Brittany grinning at her, the tall blonde grabbing her arm and pulling her through the crowd and leading her out to the backyard where there are several groups of people milling around.
"I didn't know Santana knew this many people" Quinn states, slightly in shock at the amount of people that had swarmed upon the girl's house.
"Yeah...I'm pretty sure she knows everyone under the age of twenty five in Lima" Brittany laughs, sinking down into one of the folding chairs that are arranged around the fire-pit. She pats the seat next to her and Quinn slumps down next to her, sending a friendly smile in Mercedes' direction as she does so. "I'm really glad that you decided to come tonight, does this mean you're going to drop your little investigation?" Brittany asks, keeping her tone light but her baby blue eyes are serious.
"I just wish you would trust me with whatever is happening, you know I wouldn't tell anyone" Quinn responds softly, her hazel eyes sincere.
"It's not that we don't trust you, it's just that it's none of your business Q" Brittany murmurs with a soft sigh. "I don't question you on your sex life so why is it okay for you to ask us about ours" she asks, her jaw slackening as she realises what she said. "Hypothetically" the dancer adds weakly.
"Your sex life?" Quinn asks incredulously, "As in, Santana and Sugar...and you?" she questions, her eyes wide as she stands up, trying to make her way back inside but Brittany's hand around her wrist stopping her.
"I was kidding...Quinn you can't say anything to Santana, she'll freak out...please Quinn, it was just a joke" Brittany begs.
"If it was just a joke you wouldn't be all freaked out right now" the shorter blonde insists, ripping her hand from Brittany's grasp and stalking inside. I'm supposed to be their damn best friend and they keep this from me? Screw that, I'm getting answers, she thinks to herself, not bothering to be polite as she pushes through the crowd of people gyrating in the hallway as she attempts to find Santana. She finds the latina in the corner of the livingroom, her tanned hand resting on Sugar's hip as she leans close to her and murmur's in the shorter girl's ear. It's not until Quinn gets closer to them that she makes out the stern expression on Santana's face and she stops as the raven haired teenager takes a hold of Sugar's hand and firmly pulls her out of the room, heading straight for the stairs. She debates following them but when she spots Brittany rushing upstairs after them she knows she needs to go after them, at the very least to defend herself. She hadn't even questioned Brittany this time, had only told her that she could trust her. Brittany had been the one to bring it up in the first place and in her tipsy state had slipped up, the last thing Quinn needs is Santana thinking she had come here to ambush them. She quickly shoves her way out of the room, narrowly avoiding a wasted Rachel who is in the process of trying to hug every person in the room.
"Inside" she hears Santana snap as she reaches the top of the staircase and she hangs back until she hears a room door click shut. Quinn exhales quietly as she makes her way along the hallway, thankful for the plush red carpet that silences her steps and she slips into the room next to Santana's bedroom, recognising it as the guest bedroom she used to sleep in when she stayed over as a child.
"I didn't mean it" Sugar whimpers from the other room. "You know what Puckerman is like and I just...I don't know, kissed him back" she explains in a pleading tone. "It didn't mean anything...I swear" the girl states, her voice getting gradually louder until Santana hisses at her to lower it.
"Stay in here, both of you in seperate corners. I will deal with this later" Santana orders and Quinn feels her heart rate quicken at the power in the latina's voice, trying to work out what the hell is going on. She listens as Brittany mumbles something she can't hear, knowing it is something Santana doesn't like by the resounding smack that sounds through the wall. For a second, Quinn thinks Santana has slapped Brittany and she gears herself up to storm through there before hearing further smacks, six in rapid succession and her heart thumps in her throat as she recognises the sound. There's no way that's what I think it is...it has to be. The marks on Sugar's backside...the promises that it's not from abuse. It clicks into place as Quinn hears Santana repeat her order for Brittany to stand in the corner, Santana had just spanked Brittany. The girl jumps when she hears Santana's bedroom door open and she sinks against the wall, silently sliding down until she is on the floor and praying that the latina would have no reason to come into this room. Quinn doesn't move, feeling like a trapped animal. If she went downstairs now then Santana could easily see her and know that she had heard everything and even if she could get away with it, she's not sure she wants to, she's much rather hang around and find out what would happen later.
0-00-0
Quinn wakes with a start and she wildly looks around her, her panic calming when she realises that it was from another room in the house. Glancing at her watch, she's surprised to see that it's almost eleven and she can hear Santana yelling at stragglers to move their ass and get out of her house. Quietly, she stands up and stealthily crosses the room to peek out of the window, wondering why Santana would be making people leave already. The angry old man from next door standing in the driveway in his nightgown and slippers answers her question. He's brandishing a phone and loudly threatening to call the police as people mill passed him, laughing drunkenly at his antics. She wonders if Brittany and Sugar are still in Santana's room, imagining they would be after what she had overheard earlier. Her pulse races as she listens to Santana banging around downstairs, hearing the occasional clinking of glasses as the Latina cleans up. Quinn pauses when everything goes silent, realising that whatever is about to go down will be happening soon and her nerves and excitement make her feel jittery as she stands still. She wishes she could move back to her hiding spot, crouching beside the bed, but the house is now too quiet for her to risk moving, scared that a squeaky floorboard will give her away. Jeez Quinn, what are you doing? Are you insane? Hiding in your friend's house to spy on them, you're eighteen years old! her brain screams at her and she regrets her decision. No matter what she sees or hears tonight, Santana would never forgive her if she caught her and neither would Brittany or Sugar. Hell, nobody in their right mind would forgive anyone for doing this, no matter what the circumstances were. Quinn knows she would definitely feel violated if somebody she trusted did this to her, what the hell was she thinking? Why did this feel like a good idea at the time, now it's going to be almost impossible for her to get out of here without being caught.
"Basement. You have five minutes to be there" Quinn jumps when she hears Santana's furious voice in the hallway, she hadn't even heard the other girl come upstairs. Stupid thick carpet She listens with bated breath, straining to hear even the smallest of sounds that would signal whether or not someone is still in the hall. The click of Santana's bedroom door opening sounds like a gunshot in the deathly quiet house and Quinn is convinced that she's breathing too loud or that the erratic thumping of her heart is going to give away her presence in the guest bedroom. "Do not make me tell you again" Santana scolds harshly and Quinn feels like her heart has stopped when the door handle to the guest bedroom shifts, as though someone is resting their hand on it. She quickly does the only thing she can do and dives under the bed, desperately pulling her limbs as close to her body as she can as the door opens. Quinn watches as a pair of jean clad legs and bare feet that she recognises as Brittany's enter the room, heading straight for the walk in closet and pulling the door open. Hazel eyes widen as the dancer's jeans pool around her ankles, her lace panties soon joining them. She knows she should close her eyes but she can't bring herself to, not even when Brittany's bra and t'shirt joins the rest of her clothing on the floor, not even when Sugar rushes into the room and strips off her clothing as well.
"We can't be late" Brittany's voice is higher pitched than usual and her tone is panicked. "I didn't mean to do it, I'm so stupid" the girl states, berating herself.
What did I tell you about calling yourself stupid?" Quinn notices that both girls jump when they hear Santana's angry voice.
"N..not to, Mistress" Brittany murmurs, her voice shaking.
"On your knees" the latina demands and Quinn marvels at how quickly the tall blonde obeys, her head on her hands and her ass in the air. Nothing happens for a few moments, the room silent until Santana's hand cracks down on Brittany's bare ass, a red imprint of the latina's hand instantly appearing on the pale, creamy flesh. "You do not ever call yourself stupid, do you hear me little girl?" the girl questions loudly as she spanks her again.
"Yes, Mistress" Brittany gasps as a barrage of loud, sharp spanks land on her bottom, her breath hitching as her behind rapidly heats up, each smack stinging more than the last. Quinn watches with wide eyes as Brittany's skin turns pink beneath Santana's punishing palm and she's relieved for the girl when the latina suddenly stops. Tanned hands reach down to the floor and pick up Brittany's jeans, her hand tugging at the belt that it still looped around them, the slivering metallic noise it makes when it is pulled out makes Quinn's blood run cold. Waiting...still unable to look away from the scene, her breath caught in her throat and the anticipation filling the air. Suddenly, the belt swings down and connects with Brittany's backside and she gasps. Quinn freezes, not even blinking, as the room falls silent and she realises she has been heard, the silence is deafening as she holds her breath...waiting.
"You can come out now, Quinn"
To be continued...
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