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Chapter Four—Secrets
Quinn woke up late on Saturday to find food sitting on her end table. She sat up and saw a muffin from the coffee shop. Hungry, he grabbed it and took a bite. "Hungry much?" Santana joked, and Quinn looked up at the Latina, only just realizing that she was ever there.
"Very," Quinn answered, nodding. "My dinner was a few sips of margarita last night." Santana nodded that she understood.
"Well, I woke up early this morning so I went and got some food and I figured you were gonna want some," she said.
"Thanks," Quinn said as she chewed her food. Santana nodded, her eyes narrowing. Quinn knew what was on the Latina's mind. Swallowing her food, she sighed. "Santana, just stop thinking about it."
Brown eyes glanced up, alarmed. "I... but I mean..."
"Look, the past is the past," Quinn told her firmly.
"It was yesterday."
"Still the past," Quinn reminded her. Santana sighed, nodding. "Don't dwell on it."
The blonde's phone suddenly buzzed on the nightstand, Quinn opened up the text message she'd just received. From Kurt... Crap. She'd forgotten that she'd given her number to him.
From Kurt- Look, I need to explain some things to you, Quinn.
Quinn huffed and set down her phone, not replying to the text message. She just continued to eat her muffin. Neither girl said anything for a few minutes.
"We have work today. In an hour, noon," the Latina informed her. Quinn nodded as she swallowed the last bite of her muffin. She climbed out of bed and stretched. As she stretched, she realized that she wasn't wearing pants, only her underwear and her T-shirt.
Quinn knew that Santana was looking at her. Every time they undressed in front of each other, they both had wandering eyes. And there was nothing weird about it. They'd established it from the beginning. They were smoking hot bitches. Who didn't want to look at a smoking hot girl?
However, those thoughts never kept her heart from racing. She yawned as she finished stretching and started towards the bathroom. She glanced back at Santana, who was clearly checking out her ass, and smirked.
In the bathroom, Quinn took a few moments to just stare at herself in the mirror. What are you doing Quinn? She asked herself. Then she shook her head. She wasn't doing anything... she was just trying new things. It was New York, and she was allowed to try new things.
The blonde took her shower and got dressed and did her makeup, and she finished just fifteen minutes before noon. "Q! Hurry up or we're going to miss the bus and be late for work!" Santana called.
Quinn opened the door to the bathroom and they both rushed out of the dorm, down the hallway and into the elevator. "Dang it, if that bus leaves without just, I swear..."
"We won't miss the bus, Santana. And you have a car if we do, anyway," Quinn said. Santana nodded.
"I just would rather take the bus right now," the Latina admitted. Because or else it's just the two of us, and it'll be awkward.
Quinn hated the tension between her and Santana. She missed when they were just regular friends, but after going to Times Square and Central Park, all that seemed to be thrown out the door.
Not that she disliked how they were now. She just wished that it wouldn't be awkward for them to be in the car together.
They barely made it to the bus before it drove off, and they plopped down in their regular seats. There was a voice from behind them. "Quinn! Santana! Where'd you guys run off too at the party last night?"
It was one of the cheerleaders, Dev. She moved from her seat to come sit across the isle from the pair. Santana immediately said, "Nicki was really drunk and she was pissing me off."
"What's your deal with Nicki anyway?" Dev asked, tilting her head a little to the side. Quinn could tell that Santana didn't want to be bothered about Nicki right now.
"Dev, can't you give the girl some privacy?" Quinn snapped. Dev raised an eyebrow, and held up her hands defensively before standing back up and going to the back of the bus. Santana's gaze glided over to the blonde, who ran her fingers through her hair.
"Thanks," Santana said quietly. Quinn just nodded and they sat in silence, waiting for the bus to stop. When it did, they squeezed through the isle and out of the bus, rushing towards the coffee shop. They barely made it in before the little hand on the clock reached the twelve.
The day at work wasn't much different than normal. They served customers, snuck some snacks, talked, laughed, and then they packed up their stuff as their shifts ended, and two other employees came in for their shift.
As they left the coffee shop, Quinn's phone started to ring. The blonde had a bad feeling that it was Kurt, so she just ignored the call. Santana eyed the phone. "Are you going to answer that?"
"No," Quinn answered, shrugging. Santana shrugged as well and they started for the bus stop. The bus wasn't due to come for another ten minutes, so they sat themselves on the bench to wait.
Santana's phone started ringing, and the brunette answered quickly. "Yeah? Oh. Uh. Okay." She turned to Quinn. "It's for you..."
Already annoyed, Quinn took the phone and held it to her ear. "Hello?"
"Hello Miss Fabray," came Kurt's voice.
"I'm sorry, Kurt, this is a bad time," Quinn lied.
"You don't think I have a good reason for telling you what I tell you all the time, but I do, and if you'll just let me say it—"
"I don't want to talk about this," the blonde said firmly, glancing at Santana and finding her hazel eyes locked with brown ones.
She barely registered what Kurt was saying as she stared into those beautiful eyes. "I know you don't, but you need to know."
Quinn couldn't get any words out. Her eyes were locked with Santana's, her heart was beating fast. Her knees felt weak, and she was glad that she was sitting down. Her flesh seemed to heat up, and she felt blood rushing to her face. She nervously wet her lips.
"Quinn? Are you listening to me?"
"U-uh," she stammered, forcing her eyes away from Santana's, so as to answer Kurt. "I have to go, Kurt."
She hung up and handed the cell phone back to Santana, who took it and slipped it into her pocket. Quinn took a deep breath, trying to cool and calm herself down. "What'd he say?"
"The normal spiel," Quinn muttered, not trusting her voice. She looked back up and when she saw Santana's eyes again, she knew that her face flushed red. Santana nodded slowly, staring at Quinn.
"You know," Santana said, "we should go dancing again sometime. Like, at a club."
"Yeah, we should," Quinn agreed, nodding, although she felt as though she was in a daze. "Uh, I'd have to get an ID."
"You mean you don't have one?" Santana demanded, blinking and causing Quinn too unlock her gaze as well.
"I did, but my mom found it before I moved here and took it away," the blonde answered, rolling her eyes. "So I'll have to get another one." Santana nodded.
"That won't be too hard," she piped up. Quinn let a small smile grow on her face and nod. The idea of going dancing with Santana, without worrying about seeing people they knew, sounded... nice... Her mind kept drifting to what had almost happened before, but she pushed the thought away before she started getting hot from thinking it.
The bus pulled up in front of them suddenly, and they stood up and climbed in, sitting in their spots once again. They didn't say anything for half of the ride. Then, Quinn asked, "What do you want to do for dinner?"
"Pizza," Santana answered immediately. "We can order it. I don't feel like going anywhere but home."
Quinn nodded in agreement. "Sounds good." Her gaze drifted to Santana's eyes, then down to her lips, and down her whole body. Santana noticed.
"Like what you see?" she asked with a wink. Quinn's eyes snapped up in alarm.
"I've seen more than what I see now," she reminded the Latina, who nodded.
"Well yeah," Santana answered with a shrug. "But do you like what you see?" She winked again at the blonde, who felt her heart beating faster again, and her palms began to sweat. Luckily, the bus stopped in front of the dorm buildings before she had to say anything. Her heart still beating fast, Quinn got out of their seat and off the bus, followed closely by the brunette.
Once in their dorm, Quinn ordered pizza and they took about half an hour to study, since neither of them had really been reviewing the things they needed to know for their classes. When there was a knock on their door, Santana hopped up out of her bed to retrieve the pizza from the delivery guy, and pay him.
Quinn looked up as the Latina brought the pizza into the dorm. "Oh, do you want me to give you some money? You didn't have to pay for all of it."
"No, Quinn," Santana answered rolling her eyes. She sat down on the floor, in between both beds. Quinn set her book down and joined the other girl. They started digging into the pizza. Quinn had decided as soon as she'd moved to New York that the pizza was one of the best things about it.
They finished half of the box of pizza before they decided that they didn't want to rest. The Latina pushed it away from then and leaned against her bed. Quinn leaned against her bed as well, and their bare feet met in the middle. Neither of them really noticed that their feet were touching.
"Do you miss Ohio?" Santana asked Quinn suddenly. The blonde hesitated, and then she nodded slowly.
"A little. I mean, my friends and family are still there... I miss them more than Ohio itself. Although, it was not as... crazy there as it is here," Quinn answered. She raised her eyes to look at Santana's. "Do you miss LA?"
Santana shook her head. "I left the bad stuff in LA, and I don't really miss it."
"The bad stuff?" Quinn asked, tilting her head.
Santana searched hazel eyes with her brown ones. Quinn felt as if the brunette was staring into her soul. "Quinn, there's a reason Kurt doesn't think you should hang out with me."
Oh. Quinn didn't say anything.
"I wasn't just a bitch in LA, not the kind of 'bitch' you claim to have been. I was downright mean. But it didn't start like that. In middle school, I wasn't popular. I had a ton of friends, but we were all not-so-popular. I always envied the girls who could control a room of people by simply changing the way she spoke, or the way she acted.
"I wanted to be popular, so I started talking to all the popular people. Including Nicki. I became friends with them, and in doing so, I started to lose my real friends. Then, high school came, and it all became one big war. I couldn't be friends with someone popular to be popular. I had to crush them..." Santana swallowed. Quinn could tell that Santana was having a hard time talking about this. She scooted away from her bed and sat so that she was closer to the Latina.
"That's what I did. I was mean to everyone. My old friends would come up to talk to me about something, hanging out or something like that, and I would just tell them to get the hell away from me. I pushed everyone away, and I bullied people and I hurt people. All my friends eventually lost me, all my enemies were crushed by me. I was, in a sense 'popular', but it was more like I was infamous.
"No one liked me. I didn't like anyone," Santana stated. Then her voice got quieter, softer. "I came here and I didn't expect anything to change but... you... and... I don't know. It's just easier for me to let you into my life than anyone else."
"Santana..." Quinn didn't know what to say. She could tell that Santana was hurting from thinking about her past, but the blonde knew that she was horrible at comforting people.
"Quinn, Kurt hates me because I hurt him. I used to bully a lot of people, and I bullied him and I bullied Dave, who tried to commit suicide... and when that happened, I tried to get control of myself. I tried to mend my relationship with everyone, but it wasn't so easy. Kurt... well, I stopped bullying him. I personally apologized to Dave and I tried to be a better person. For senior year, I was a little nicer, but people still saw me as just a mean person," Santana muttered.
"And I told you that it hurt that they called me Satan, but that's not fair at all. I was way worse to all of them, I—"
"Santana, stop," Quinn told her in a firm, yet soft voice. A voice that she only ever heard coming from her when she was talking to the Latina.
"But I was just so terrible, and no one will ever like be again. Hell, you probably hate me now and—"
Quinn didn't know where she got the urge to do it. She didn't really have time to ponder her options. She just knew that Santana was hurting, Quinn needed to calm her down and... well... Quinn just leaned over and kissed her, cutting off her words.
Their lips hovered their, touching slightly. Quinn could feel Santana's shaky, uneven breath. When the Latina didn't react, Quinn pressed her lips firmly to Santana's. She pulled away only a second later. She had achieved the goal of stopping Santana from ranting.
But her lips were tingling now. Her skin was hot, her hands were sweaty, her face was red. She had just kissed a girl. Santana. What the hell, Fabray? But she couldn't say that she regretted it.
"I'm sorry," she blurted immediately. "I... I don't know—"
Santana's lips were against hers again, but this time it wasn't her doing. Santana had initiated this kiss. The Latina kissed the blonde hungrily, like she'd been dying to do this forever. Quinn found herself kissing back, just as needy for this kiss.
They pulled away when oxygen became an issue. They only pulled away a few inches from one another. Hazel eyes searched brown eyes, and then two pairs of soft lips pressed together once again in another hungry kiss. Quinn moved her tongue against Santana's lips, and the Latina allowed her to slip it into her mouth.
Their tongues explored one another's mouths, but oxygen became an issue yet again and they pulled apart, but only for half a second. Quinn launched herself back at Santana's lips, and she trailed kisses from there down to the Latina's neck, sucking at the skin gently. She sucked slightly harder and she heard Santana let out a moan.
Their lips met again, and Quinn felt soft hands roaming over her body, eventually grabbing the sides of her shirt. Santana pulled the shirt desperately, still making out with the blonde. Quinn carefully pulled away from the Latina and slowly began to take off her shirt, watching brown eyes stare at her exposed stomach.
Santana didn't waste a second to grab Quinn's lips in her own, once the shirt was entirely removed. But just the shirt gone wasn't enough for the Latina, and Quinn knew this as soon as she felt her bra loosen. Santana had undone the clasp. Quinn gasped slightly as the brunette pulled the clothing off of her chest, revealing her breasts.
Quinn felt soft hands running up her sides, finally touching her exposed breasts. She let out a moan, and Santana pulled away slightly. Her lips were brought up next to Quinn's ear. "I just thought of something we can have for dessert..." Quinn's breath caught in her throat as the Latina stood up from the ground and began to undress completely in front of her.
Standing up as well, Quinn slid off the rest of her clothing as well. Before Santana could come at her, Quinn moved first and pushed her lips against the other girl's. Her hands roamed down Santana's torso, around her hips and down to her ass, where she squeezed slightly, teasing a moan out of the brunette.
Quinn pushed Santana towards the latter's bed. Before Santana could be pushed down, she turned so that Quinn was the one being pushed onto the bed. Santana crawled on top of her in the small bed, pressing her lips once again to Quinn's.
Santana whispered seductively, "I hope you're ready for this."
Quinn woke up naked the next morning. She was being spooned by a naked Santana in the latter's small bed. The events of the night before came flooding back to the blonde. She smiled to herself.
She moved slightly, accidently waking Santana. "Mm, g'morning," the Latina mumbled. Quinn chuckled as she crawled out of bed and sat down on the carpet, still naked. She grabbed the pizza box that was still sitting there and pulled out a slice. It was now cold, but she didn't care.
Santana propped herself up on her bed so that her head was on her hand and she was facing Quinn. "Have a good night?" she asked with a wink.
Quinn smirked. "You seemed pretty experienced."
"Hey, just because I was hated in high school doesn't mean that I didn't have fun every now and then... and I did also hook up with some girls every now and then," the Latina admitted. "What about you?"
"Only guys for me," the blonde answered, taking another bite of her pizza.
"Not anymore," Santana piped up. Quinn chuckled.
"No, not anymore," she agreed. The Latina smirked and Quinn smiled, finishing off her slice of pizza and grabbing another one. "By the way Santana, last night, before... stuff happened, I was trying to tell you that even though everything bad happened in high school, everyone deserves a second chance. That I don't hate you."
Santana smiled slightly. "That's good to know, considering what went down before you could mention any of that."
"Also, I think you should talk to Kurt," Quinn told her quickly. "I know that you said you were nicer to him in senior year, but he obviously still hates you, and I think you need to stop that."
"Fine," the Latina muttered, crawling out of bed and sitting across from Quinn. She grabbed a slice of pizza as well. They ate in silence for a moment.
"Santana..." Quinn started slowly. The Latina quirked up an eyebrow. "What are we?"
"Right now?" Santana asked. Quinn nodded. She was a little scared of what the answer would be. "Well, as of now, we are... trying new things."
Quinn nodded slowly. "Okay."
Trying new things, in New York, in this new life.
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