(Sorry it's been longer then normal for me to update! I still don't own anything and Glee is not mine.)
"Quinn?" Santana remarked, after their lips separated, The kiss was brief and tentative, lips barely pressed against one another.
"Yes?" Quinn smirks, her hand gently twirling the ends of Santana's hair.
"This is probably a really bad idea." She whispered, her hand resting on the blonds thigh. Her eyes flickering and fixating on pale pink lips, before leaning in and brushing hers against them. Quinn smiled into the kiss, threading her fingers through silky black hair pulling the other girl closer. Santana tentatively ran her tongue against the seam of Quinn's mouth sighing when she was granted access. The kiss was gentle and teasing, Santana's arms encircled the blonds waist her hands settling on the edge of her shirt. Quinn whimpered into the kiss when the Latina ran her teeth over her bottom lip and gently pulled it into her mouth. After a few minutes she pulled away, both girls breathing heavily. Quinn rested her forehead against Santana's;
"We should go inside." Quinn whispered, pulling away and taking the darker girls hand. They walked into the cabin and stepped over the bodies passed out on the floor and other furniture and ducked into the room that they were sleeping in. Santana pulled out the futon as Quinn went and brushed her teeth, she smiled as she saw Kurt sleeping over in the corner on a air mattress. Quinn came back into the room and changed while Santana went into the bathroom, when she came back in Quinn was already lying down and Santana timidly slid onto the mattress keeping a respectable distance from the blond.
"Santana." Quinn whispered, rolling onto her side so she could look at her, "Come here." Santana smiled and slid closer to the blond, her hand automatically rested on her hip. "Don't be weird okay?" Quinn pleaded, she had too many weird and awkward relationships happening right now, "I can't take loosing someone else."
"I promise." Santana comforted her, she leaned in and kissed her for the third time that night. Her lips eagerly accepted the blonds tongue sighing softly when she felt the other girl shiver. While they were kissing Santana's hand pushed under the soft fabric of Quinn's tank top; Quinn froze and pulled away quickly. "What? I'm sorry." Santana whispered breathless.
"I can't" Quinn replied, gently pushing the Latina's hand out from under her shirt.
"Okay, I'm sorry." Santana said, a little confused but wanting to respect her friend.
"It's okay." The blond replied, her hands pushing Santana's hair behind her ears. "I just can't right now."
"Okay." Santana said, curling her body around the blonds and interlocking their fingers. "Is this okay?"
"Yes." Quinn smiled, kissing her gently. "Go to sleep."
Santana woke up the following morning with her arms still wrapped around Quinn. She smiled and pressed her lips against the sleeping girls neck before she rolled off the futon and out into the living room.
"Hey," a voice called from the kitchen. Santana stopped and turn to see who was talking to her.
"Hey, B." Santana replied, walking into the kitchen and leaned against the fridge a good distance from the blond who was sitting on the counter. "What's up?"
"I'm avoiding Mike." The blond pouted, swinging her legs.
"Why." Santana asks as she grabs a water bottle.
"Because." She pouts, "He got mad at me last night."
"Well, you did get really drunk." Santana explains; when Brittany drinks she had even less control of her actions then when she's sober. The last three time she had been drunk she had cheated on Mike with random football players or sometimes Santana.
"Still, he shouldn't be mad at me."
"What happened?"
"I woke up next to Puck."
"Seriously, Britt?" Santana rolled her eyes, "Please tell me that you didn't."
"I didn't, but he doesn't believe me."
"Just don't sleep with Puck." Santana replies, walking back into the room where she had slept. She grabs her backpack and changes quickly into a purple bikini with a pair of shorts. She was just about to pull her tank top on when Quinn spoke.
"You look good." She rasped, her voice heavy with sleep.
"Thank you." Santana blushed, and sat on the edge of the bed. "Get up and come to the lake with me."
"I don't want to swim." Quinn said, sitting up.
"Seriously? It's like a million degrees."
"I'm not comfortable." Quinn replied, getting off the bed. "I'll come down with you, okay?"
"Yeah."
"Let me chance." Quinn grabbed her bag and slipped into the bathroom. Quinn pulled the bathing suit out of her bag. She sighed, looking at the one piece that prior to this year she would have never been caught wearing and pulled it on, then slipped a light blue dress over it. She walked out to the beach stopping when she saw the Latina sitting in the sand. She walked over and sat down next to her.
"So." Quinn started, tilting her head to gaze at the girl. "About last night."
Santana sighed, and looked down at her hands in the sand. This was it, she thought. The let down, it happened with Brittany and she's not sure if she could take another rejection.
"It's cool." Santana replied, not looking at the blond. "It never happened."
"Wait...What?" Quinn exclaimed, she quickly turned to look at the other girl. "No!"
Santana cocked her head in confusion, "What? I'm confused?"
"I wanted to talk to you about last night because, I like what happened."
"Really?" Santana smiled ear to ear. "I thought that."
"I know." Quinn smiled back, taking the darker girls hand. "I wanted to make sure you were okay, you know with it."
"Yeah." She placed a kiss on the top of Quinn's hand. "I am. Are you? I mean, like you didn't want me to touch you."
"That has nothing to do with you." The blond admitted, "I'm just shy about my body."
"You've never been self conscious."
"Well. I had a baby." She sighed, "I hate how I look. I mean like I lost the weight I gained, but like I still don't feel right."
"You are beautiful, Quinn."
"Yeah, right. My stomach is still weird looking, and my boobs won't stop being huge." She motions to her chest, which Santana's eyes land on.
"I don't mind." She smirks, moving her hand to trace against the other girls fair collarbone. "You're beautiful." She kisses her lips lightly, "But, I understand and don't want to make you uncomfortable."
"Thank you." Quinn smiles, "I want to know if you'd like to, I don't know, maybe try being more than friends?"
Santana smiled, and wrapped her arms around her allowing her lips to graze against her neck. "I'd love too."