Couldn't help but dig into some of my own college experiences with this one. :)
Once they got back to Quinn's dorm room Santana suggested they stop by the party for a little while.
"It'll help clear our heads." She said rifling through her bags, looking for something to wear.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, we'll grab a few drinks, find some people to make fun of, then come back here." Santana added as she stopped what she was doing and came up behind Quinn who was busy looking for something to wear in her closet. Quinn gasped as she felt Santana's fingers tickle her skin along her waist.
"Sounds like a plan." Quinn responded, falling back against her chest and grazed her cheek with a kiss, before they both went back to looking for something to wear.
"Good, plus I'm curious to see how these smart ass Ivy Leaguers get down."
"Get down?"
"Ok, sometimes I don't have the best lines."
"You're forgiven." She said finally yanking out a little baby blue dress. "Hey do you have that tight little number you wore at Mr. Schue's non-wedding with you? I like you in red." Santana turned with a smirk.
"You want me to wear that to a college party?"
"Is it such a bad thing that I want everyone to see how sexy my friend is?"
Santana bit her lower lip as she watched Quinn who began to undress. She eyed Quinn starting all the way down by her ankles, and slowly made her way up her body. She stopped at her tight stomach and lost her breath. Then she made her way up to her bra, completely ignoring the color, she was too busy admiring the fact that it fit her breast perfectly.
"You gonna get dress little Miss perv?"
"You like it." Quinn smirked and bent over to pick something up giving Santana a slightly bigger peep show.
"Who's the boss now?" She stood back up and glanced over at Santana, who still hadn't quite looked up yet.
"Ok, we can switch roles periodically. Sometimes I like when you have control over me, but don't you dare tell anyone."
"Lovers promise," Quinn responded walking over to give Santana another quick peck before heading to the bathroom to finish getting ready.
The houses weren't too far from the dorms. Halfway there Quinn reached out and snagged two of Santana's fingers.
"Thank you for coming up here." Santana gave her fingers a light squeeze as she looked up at her.
"I would have been here sooner if you asked. I just didn't want to get in your way. I know I mock the Ivy League thing a lot Q, but I'm really proud of you." Quinn blushed as she interlocked the rest of their fingers.
"Thanks, that means a lot."
They kept holding hands until they reached the house. Once they were there Santana freed her hand, just in case anyone decided to get too up close and comfortable with Quinn again, but as she looked around something else horrified her.
"What's wrong?" Quinn asked concerned.
"Forget Zombie Apocalypse, it's like the manikins from J. Crew came alive and are planning to take over the universe." Quinn laughed. "I'm gonna stick out like Free Willy Finn trying to dance next to Brit and Mike in this devil red dress."
"Why do you think I suggested it?" Santana smirked as they made their way through the house. There were dozens of people all balancing more than one solo cup. Other than, the overly preppiness, the party wasn't too different from the selected few she went to Louisville. There were several cards games, beer pong tables, and even a game of darts going on, which, was a disaster waiting to happen. They even had one of her favorite game set up, flip cup.
Santana loosened up after a few drinks and started to have a good time. She especially liked how Quinn would constantly look at her from across the room with mush in her eyes. Someone was bound to find out about the two of them by the time the night was over, but Santana only smiled back and continued on with her night.
A good two hours into the party Santana was looking to wrap things up so she could spend the rest of the night with Quinn, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned with a smile thinking it was Quinn, but instead it looked like a slutty, stuck-up sorority sister.
"That's an amazing dress." She said as she nibbled on her cup."
"Thanks," Santana answered taking a quick glance around the party trying to locate Quinn, but she couldn't find her.
"Seriously, you're knocking everyone out with that dress."
"Yeah, I got that." She replied, trying not to sound too snotty. "Look, I'm actually trying to find my friend, so…" But the girl wasn't paying any attention to her words and began to run her finger up and down Santana's arm.
"I'd actually like to see you out of that dress." The last thing Santana wanted was to make a scene where Quinn went to school, making it even harder for her to tell people about their relationship, so she kept her cool.
"I bet you would." She answered taking a step back, but the girl was clearly too drunk to stand up right and fell into Santana as she moved backwards. "You've got to be kidding me." Santana tried to help the girl up, but she was so clumsy that she placed her hand directly on Santana's chest as she attempted to stand up straight.
Before she knew it, there were another set of hands slamming into the girl's shoulder, pushing the sorority girl to the ground.
"Get your nasty hands off my girlfriend," Quinn screamed. The sorority girl was in no condition to fight back, but Quinn was still charging at her. Santana quickly reached out and snagged Quinn around the waist to hold her back.
"Q, calm down, she's drunk hun." Quinn slowly began back up, but still looked like she was developing foam around her mouth. One of the sorority girl's friends came by to help their friend up as they spit hateful words in their direction, but Santana just laughed. "I think you all better walk away, or I'll let her go. Trust me; she's incredibly ferocious when she's all wound up, she'll destroy you." The girls flipped them off as they walked away as Quinn started to calm down looking more embarrassed than anything.
"Come on Sybil; let's get you out of here." Santana interlocked her arm with Quinn's and gently patted her arm as they walked away from the party.
"So, that was fun." Quinn looked up at her still humiliated.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."
"I do. A tight dress, a drunk, and some alcohol, releases your inner Hulk." Quinn laughed. "No seriously, you almost ripped off my arm trying to get at that girl."
"Oh god, I'm sorry." But again all Santana could do was laugh as she leaned in and kissed Quinn's forehead. As she backed away, Quinn surprised her by jumping into a kiss. She stepped forward and placed her hand at the base of Santana's back, pulling her close. Santana tenderly reached up and brushed Quinn's cheek, but pulled back when she heard a group of college kids approaching.
"I don't care," Quinn whispered and pulled her back to complete their intense kiss. When Santana pulled away the second time she had a large grin on her face. "What?"
"Get your hands off my girlfriend? I thought I was supposed to be the jealous, possessive bitch." Quinn poked her side and she jumped back laughing. "Now, now honey, it's ok, I just want to make sure we're issued the proper rolls." Quinn tried to tickle her again, but Santana grabbed her arm and interlocked it with hers again.
"I gotta say Q, I actually like seeing you all riled up and domineering."
"You did huh?"
"Oh yeah, how about we go back to your place so I can poke your buttons some more and you can take all your frustrations out on me." Quinn looked over at her and bit her lower lip.
"Sounds like a plan."