I really felt like writing today! I had a lot of fun ideas. It was pretty dark while I was writing this, please excuse any mistakes :(. Thanks for reading!
Puck was making small k with Santana while dancing. Santana grinded on Puck lightly, while he wrapped his arms around her from behind. Luckily for Santana, Puck wasn't giving her hard questions but simple yes or no questions that he would respond after her. It was lucky because Santana wasn't paying as much attention to Puck as she was paying attention to the blonde on stage. Even when she was singing, she had a subtle mysterious act going on. She sang low but with huskiness also. Santana was jealous because she could never sing subtle during Glee Club back at McKinley, always expected her to sing powerful like Beyonce meets Adele.
"You drive a taxi and you work at a club?" Santana said to add on to the small talk with Puck, at first she couldn't tell it was the taxi driver, but had to play it cool. Puck was actually pretty nice; she didn't expect to see him here too. Besides the time to time where he would try to trail his hands, he wasn't a douche at all.
"Yeah, I'm just living the New York dream. Well part of it, what are you doing here though?" He said turning over Santana so they would just playfully sway.
"Adventure, it's cliché but I just really wanted to get out of my town." Santana said with a shrug, the band got off the stage. She wished she could see them more, well the blonde more. "What's up with the band?"
"Well look at Little Miss Cliché. Actually I was chatting with the vocals, Quinn, she said about the same thing. They're going to be playing here once a week, Quinn's crashing at my place for a while since she doesn't want to be staying with her band mates." Puck said with a sighed laugh poking Santana in the rib making her jolt back but then shoved his shoulder lightly.
"So I guess staying with a touchy guy is a way better than staying with your band? Very logical" Santana said with obvious sarcasm, Puck put his hands to his heart and gave a shrug.
"It's the dream babe, it's the dream. Want to go backstage and meet them?" Puck said, Santana smiled like Cheshire cat at the thought. She realized how much she was smiling then played it cool with a small smile and nod.
"That'd be awesome; can Kurt and Blaine come too?" Santana said looking over to Kurt and Blaine who were doing silly dances while making each other laugh. Awe, how cute they were.
"Of course they can, what gay guys wouldn't want to see some hot sweaty band?" Puck laughed teasingly. "Kurt, Blaine, come on were going backstage to meet the band!" Puck said loudly getting a little closer to them so they can hear, they turned over and Kurt nodded excitedly.
"Oh my god, the drummer was hot okay. His hair was literally just finest thing about the band!" Kurt said walking hand in hand with Blaine as they walked toward the backstage.
When they reached backstage Puck held the door open for all of them making sure no one else would follow them inside. Blaine instinctively went the bass player asking if he could see the guitar. Kurt suspected it was flirting so he decided to go talk to the drummer instead.
"San, I'm going to go check on some of the bros. I'll meet you right here though?" Puck said moving to another door giving Santana a thumbs up. Santana smiled at the nickname her new friends gave her and nodded silently.
Santana looked around looking for the blonde. Which she now knew was named Quinn, Santana had a feeling Quinn wouldn't give her name away. But luckily Puck saved her the work of playing the same mystery game Quinn was playing. Santana saw Quinn talking to one of the band players who played the piano, and thought she should walk over. And when Santana thinks, she does.
"Well, five dollars says your name is Quinn." Santana said with a smirk, Quinn turned instinctively around with a little shock in her face but recovered with a questioning eyebrow.
"Darn, I really wanted to save those five dollars… You got me though." Quinn said crossing her arms; the pianist dismissed himself the second Santana came over, giving Santana a wink as he left.
"Thanks to Puck, I earn five dollars." Santana laughed lightly then shook her head "There's no five dollars to give, just making that clear." Santana said not actually wanting any money, thinking it was good to mention just to be on the safe side.
"Good I thought I was going to have to run away just to safe my five dollars. So what made you come around tonight?" Quinn said inching closer to Santana, who would move back slowly every time they got to close.
Weird on the plane, weird now. Santana thought to herself trying to keep her senses on point, Quinn made her annoyed but intrigued at the same time. Santana wanted to talk to her, but get away from her too. It was just one giant paradox.
"My two friends, they're actually the gayest people you will ever meet. But yeah, the band made me decide to stay. What's the name of your band anyways?" Santana said raising an eyebrow; two can play at this game.
"The two guys that are falling over all of my band mates, they seem cute together. We couldn't figure out a name so we just named ourselves 'Jane and John Doe', clever huh?" Quinn said with a genuine smile, Quinn actually couldn't stop thinking of the best name for the band for months and just made up a name at that second for Santana. Quinn was surely to keep it too.
"Yeah they are the sappiest people trust me, I went to high school with those two twinks. Clever name actually, it's like a smart way to say that you don't have a name for it." Santana didn't realize that Quinn just made up the name, or was sent a text to all three of her band mates saying that was going to be their name.
Before Quinn could say anything her band members and Blaine and Kurt came over and patted her on the back telling her good job on the band name. Wait what? Oh that sneaky… It took only a few seconds for Santana to realize that Quinn actually made the band name only a few seconds. Santana crossed her arms and gave Quinn a questioning smirk. Quinn looked down embarrassed trying to hide the pink that rushed to her cheeks.
"What's going on over here?" Puck said finally coming back looking at everyone questioningly.
"They got a new band name, Jane and John Doe. Thanks to me I should say" Santana looked at Puck then looked at Quinn again.
"Well then I think we should all celebrate the new band name and all the newbies of New York that came today, drinks on me everyone!" Puck opened his arms wide and clapped his hands together as everybody cheered in agreement.
The only people who barely drank were Blaine and Santana, just because they were the only people who could handle getting everyone safely home. Home meaning everyone had to crash at their place since they couldn't see any possible way of everybody getting to their own homes without assistance of sober people. And surely everybody was dang grateful of having them be sober.
"You guys… are the best…" Puck mumbled as he held Blaine's hand since he couldn't keep himself up, Quinn's band mates and Kurt were holding themselves a bit but kept stumbling. Kurt would hit Puck on the back saying 'don't steal my man, man…' every few moments and Blaine would laugh out loud.
Santana would help Quinn from tripping over herself but didn't need to hold onto her since she wasn't as drunk as the others. Quinn kept giggling and saying things about the band name and how little thought gives you best gifts. Santana smiled to herself as Quinn would have a conversation by herself.
"Okay, okay, Puck and one of the guys sleep on the couch. The rest of you guys, sleep on that heavenly comfy carpet. Blaine takes Kurt to bed, and Quinn you can sleep in my bed, just keep your distance." Santana directed everyone, Blaine helped the guys get set up and they didn't give him much trouble, he just had to put blankets over them since they feel asleep the second they laid down into place.
Santana brought Quinn to her room and put pillows in the middle of the bed to divide their sides, she helped Quinn out of her clothes trying not to pay much attention to her body. In fact, Santana was blushing for the fact that she was changing Quinn, but kept looking away from Quinn. She gave Quinn one of her big white t-shirts to sleep in and sweat pants, and then set her in bed.
"Thanks… stranger. You've been a great captain." Quinn giggled to herself right before she fell asleep. Santana smiled and went to the bathroom to brush out her hair and put into a pony tail. She took off all her tight clothing with a sigh, put on a matching big white t-shirt just like Quinn's, brushed her teeth, and went to bed.
"Good night Santana" Blaine said at the door with a smile.
"Night Blaine thanks for the help." Santana looked over to Blaine giving him back a smile, and then turned over to sleep.
Quinn woke up in an unfamiliar bed and smell; she sat up and looked around. It smelled French toast, somebody was making them since the smell wasn't fading, but getting larger every second. She looked around the room, thinking over what happened yesterday night. Then everything clicked, she met Santana again at the club she was playing at, figured out a band name because of her, and celebrated with her friends and my friends, and then she guessed that Santana brought her back here. Did she bring her band and Puck here too? She had to get out of bed to figure that one out. She looked over at the bed to see Tylenol and water, she took them both for the light headache that she had from all the drinking. Quinn checked herself in the mirror for a few seconds, her face was a mess, and she was wearing a particularly large white shirt. She decided not to question the shirt, and went to wash her face.
"Good morning sleepy head." Another blonde said his name was Sam; he had a thing with Quinn. But every time he tried to flirt, Quinn would reject him nicely. He played piano in the band. Quinn smiled and waved lightly as a response.
"Something smells delicious…" Quinn said looking at everyone having small talk but didn't think they heard her. She sat next to Puck and gave him a light good morning. "Somebodies making French Toast, and I want some right now" Quinn declared loudly and heroically rubbing her stomach
"Yeah that would Blaine's French toast; it's the best thing for hang overs and any food orgasms." Santana said across the table jokingly pointing over at Blaine who waved excitedly. "Go get some, and good morning." Santana said the 'good morning' softly and quietly that Quinn could almost not hear it, but she did.
"Alright you can have four, Quinn. The rest is for Kurt since he's still sleeping like a mouse." Blaine gave Quinn a smile as he filled her plate with French toast and gave her a glass of orange juice.
"Alright Santana, I can hook you up with a job. If you like reading and all, I have the perfect one for you." Puck said to Santana, pointing his fork in circular motions. He then looked over to Quinn and said "I'm pretty sure you don't have a job too, so you and Santana can maybe work at the same place. Sounds good?" He said with a shrug.
"Yeah, totally" Santana and Quinn both said at the same time, and then looked at each other instinctively with a warm smile.
Tell me what you think about this chapter! Next one coming soon. Hope you guys liked the Quinn encounter