Chapter 7
The anticipation was building in Santana's car as they went across town to the Lima Grand Hotel. Quinn could feel her heartbeat accelerating the closer they got to their destination.
"San?"
"Yes, Quinn?"
"We are going to do this, right?"
"Wait, what?"
"It's just that I've been reliving our night together in my mind for the last twenty years. I think you need to pinch me, otherwise I think I'm in a hazy dream."
Santana reaches across the console to Quinn's lap to grab a hold of her hand.
"Quinn, this is happening. I mean, it doesn't have to if you don't want to… but I want it to."
"Oh no, San, I want to. You don't even know how much I want this."
"So, what's wrong then?"
"Nothing?"
"You don't sound sure."
"No, I'm sure, San. 100% sure. I want you so I bad. I need you tonight, right here, " Quinn says, as she shoves Santana's hand under her dress, to feel the wetness pooling in her thong. Santana moans at the touch. With that, Santana steps on the gas, getting to the hotel faster.
At the hotel, after Santana checks them in, she leads them to the elevator. Once inside, Quinn ambushes Santana, assaulting her with a barrage of kisses. The elevator stops on 3 and Quinn smiles.
"You got our room, didn't you?"
"316, just like 20 years ago."
Santana swipes them in the room and Quinn makes quick work of her dress and heels. Soon, she is standing in her black, lacy bra and thong. Santana drinks her in: milky white skin dotted with a few freckles here and there. Quinn has kept herself in good shape, most likely from her CIA training. Santana notices a couple of scars of Quinn's left side. She immediately places her hands there.
"What are these from?" she asks and she splays her fingers around round scars.
"I was shot in Iran, three times about 5 years ago. We got bad intel and were ambushed by the Taliban. It was the first time and only time I had to discharge my gun. I saved my crew. I got a Purple Heart. I am a sharpshooter in the CIA. It's not as bad as it looks. One bullet nicked my kidney so it had to be removed. Good thing I have another one."
Santana knelt down and kissed her gunshot wounds. "I could have lost you forever, Quinn."
"But you didn't. I am right here." With that, Quinn leads Santana up by her chin before passionately kissing her, eliciting a moan.
Quinn, slowly strips Santana for her dress, stopping to kiss her neck, up and down her arms, caressing her breasts through her satin red bra. Once Santana is clad in just her bra and panty, Quinn pushes her unto the king size bed.
"Quinn Fabray, are you trying to top me?"
"I am and I will. You want to know what I have in store for you?"
Santana feels a rush go through her at the sound of Quinn's bedroom voice, an octave lower than her speaking voice.
"I'm going to kiss you until your lips are bruised. I am going to mark your neck so everyone knows you are mine. I am going to lavish your luscious breasts and trail kisses down you taut stomach. I am going to kiss your inner thighs as I settle myself between you legs. I am gonna suck and swirl and taste your essence. I am going thrust so deep and slow with my fingers. I am going to love you like this is the only night we have."
So, with that, Quinn started her plan of action. Santana knew her body was reacting much faster to Quinn. It had been so long since she had sex and now it was happening with the woman of her dreams. She held off as long as she could. However, once she felt Quinn's lips suck her engorged bud and felt her fingers scraping that spot inside of her, she became undone, screaming Quinn's name out in pure pleasure.
In the afterglow of round one (in which Santana came another two times), they sat propped up by pillows, swigging water from the provided hotel bottled water.
"That was… mind-blowing Quinn. You've learned a couple of new tricks."
"Well, I was taught new things. But, trust me, it never felt like that with anyone else. I've never come by pleasuring someone else. And I did, hard."
"You get next round on me, ok?"
"I was counting on it."
Santana (not sure if she wants to know the answer) asks, " So, how many people since me?"
"3 girls and one guy, my fiance."
"You were engaged?"
"8 years ago to a wonderful man named Scott. He loved me so much but I couldn't marry him when I was still so in love with you. I left him at the altar. I am a horrible person."
"Quinn, followed your heart. You cannot be blamed for that."
"I hurt him so much. He is married now, with two kids. He seems really happy and I am happy for him. He did forgive me. He knew about you. I think, once he met his wife, Elise, he understood that kind of love; the love that I still have for you, Santana."
"You still love me, Q?"
"I never stopped, San. I never stopped loving you."
At that, Santana flipped Quinn on her back. She made love to her like the way she had imagined in her mind. Only this time, it wasn't a dream. It was real. Quinn was really there, writing underneath her, arching and moaning at her touch. She also marked her alabaster skin, right at her pulse point, claiming her for all the world to see. Santana knew come morning, they would both be sore, but for the best reasons. Quinn and her, they got tonight. Tomorrow will come soon enough.
In the morning, Santana woke up as the rays of the sun reached her face. At first, she was saddened by the thought of Quinn leaving her alone again. Soon, she heard the melodic voice of Quinn singing in the shower. She didn't leave her. Santana silently hoped she would never leave again. Sure, they had a lot to talk about and a lot to learn about each other. Santana was convinced they could do it. They could finally be together. Twenty years in a long time to wait. Santana flops back onto the bed, listening to Quinn sing:
I never meant to be the one to let you down
If anything, I thought I saw myself going first
I didn't know how to stick around
How to see anybody but me be getting hurt
I keep remembering the summer night
And the conversation breaking up the mood
I didn't want to tell you you were right
Like the season changing, oh, I felt it too
Does anybody know
How to hold my heart
How to hold my heart?
'Cause I don't wanna let go
Let go, let go too soon
I want to tell you so
Before the sun goes dark
How to hold my heart
'Cause I don't wanna let go
Let go, let go of you
Santana wanted to be the one to hold Quinn's heart. She sure as hell knew that Quinn held hers. They had to do things the right way first. Just then, Santana hears her phone going off. It was Rachel's ringtone.
"Good morning, Rachel!"
"It must be a good morning, Santana, for you to answer your phone like that."
"Rach, it's a beautiful morning. You know that Carole King song, "Beautiful?" Santana proceeds to sing the opening lines as Rachel sings along:
You've got to get up every morning with a smile on your face and show the world all the love in your heart…
"That's how I feel this morning- beautiful."
"Well, I was hoping that you two could meet Mercedes and I at the Lima Bean? We want to catch up with Quinn too. You can't keep her all to yourself."
"Ok. Quinn is in the shower. I will ask her as soon as she is done."
"Ask me what, San?"
Quinn appears in front of Santana with a towel wrapped around her body.
"Rachel and Mercedes wanted to meet up at the Lima Bean. They want to catch you before you disappear again. You want to?"
"San, baby, I'm not going anywhere. I promise you. I just need to swing by the house and check on my mom first. 11 o'clock? How does that sound?"
Santana confirms the plans with Rachel and hangs up her phone.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. Was it the singing?"
"It was the best way to wake up. I have always loved your singing voice. What were you singing?"
"Hold My Heart by my favorite artist, Sara Bareilles. It's such a beautiful song about longing for love but at the same time being scared to get it. It's about having hope that someone will love you."
"Well, I love you Quinn. Don't you doubt it."
Quinn kisses Santana firmly on her lips, saying, "Come on, sleepyhead. I have to go to my mom. Her night nurse left at 8:00 am. I don't like leaving my mom alone for too long."
Within 30 minutes, they are at the front door of the Fabray residence. It is a familiar place to Santana since she would pick up Quinn for school. Quinn unlocks the front door, immediately calling out:
"Mom?"
"In here, Lucy."
Quinn goes to the kitchen and sees Judy sitting with Maribel Lopez.
"Mami?"
"Santana? Ay Dios Mio, Quinn! You look wonderful. Just as beautiful as I remembered," Maribel exclaims, getting off her stool to greet Quinn with a hug.
"Mami, why are you here?"
"Santanita, I visit Judy twice a week for tea. It's hard for her to get out now a days and I like to keep her in the Lima gossip loop. Isn't that right, Judy?"
Santana turns to face Judy. She is struck by how frail she looks. Chemo always takes a toll but to see Judy Fabray look to weak brings tears to Santana's eyes. She goes to her, wrapping her in a hug, as she lets a few tears fall.
"How are you, Mrs. Fabray?"
"Santana, dear, I think it's time you call me Judy. I haven't been 'Mrs. Fabray' in a very long time. I'm doing okay. Your father is taking good care of me. Your mother's social visits brighten my spirits. I always look forward to her coming over. Tell me how was the reunion?"
"Mom!"
"What, honey? It's a simple question, Lucy."
Santana answers instead, "It was lovely, Judy, Even better than I could have imagined."
At that, Judy winks at the girls and Maribel knowingly nods. They let the elephant in the room stay silent.
"Are you okay with Santana and I meeting Rachel and Mercedes for coffee, Mom? I don't want to impose of Mrs. Lopez."
"Quinn, now it's time for you to call me Maribel and it is no imposition. I didn't even get to the juicy part yet. You girls go and catch up with your friends. I'll stay here until you get back."
"Thanks, Maribel. Mom, just text me if you need anything. I was going to make chicken soup for dinner tonight. Is that okay?"
"No need to, sweetie. Maribel brought over her lemon chicken soup that I love. You and Santana should go to Breadsticks tonight for dinner. I'll be fine, Quinnie, I promise. I know that you worry but I'll be okay. I'll text you if anything comes up."
Judy open her arms to her daughter and Quinn comes into them. She whispers in her ear, "My sweet girl, you look so very happy." Quinn answers her back, " I am, mom. I am finally happy." Then, Judy chuckles, glancing at her daughter's neck. "Lucy, you might want to put concealer or a scarf around your neck if you don't want your friends to know." Quinn blushes immediately, covering up her hickey with her hand. Santana just laughs until Maribel says, "Ay, Santana. You better use some cover-up too." At that, all four women laugh. Apparently, the elephant in the room was out.
