A/N: Prompt from greyeyesblueskys; Santana helps Quinn get back in shape for cheerios. Thanks!
"Again."
"I'll take your again and shove it up your butt," Quinn grunted, not even trying to keep it under her breath as sweat dripped down her face, arms almost buckling under the strain of keeping herself up.
White tennies came to a stop in front of her line of sight. "What was that, Fabray?" Santana's husky voice asked warningly, one of the tennis shoes beginning to tap on the grass, "Because if that was complaining…" Santana's knee suddenly slammed into the ground, a hand pushing down squarely on Quinn's shoulder blades, making her squawk, "Then I swear I'll figure out something worse than the day Sue sent fifteen Cheerios to the hospital from heat exhaustion."
Her jaw clacking shut, Quinn locked her elbows and knees together, barely keeping herself from dropping out of her standard push-up position. "It's just my abs," she snapped as soon as Santana let up the pressure, "Not the rack!" Turning her head to glare in the direction Santana had gone, she wasn't prepared for the towel hitting her in the face. "Wha – ?" and she fell, letting out an 'oomph'.
"Nice one," Santana smirked, sitting down next to her and crossing her legs, waiting for Quinn to struggle up. "Well?" she asked non-apologetically, an eyebrow raising, "Don't you feel that in your abs?"
Wiping the towel over her face and neck and down her arms, Quinn blew an errant bang that had fallen from her ponytail away from her eyes. "Fine," she finally relented, flopping to her back to stretch out on the WMHS football field, groaning when she tried to toss the towel back at Santana, "But can I at least get some water?"
"Get it yourself." Slapping the towel back over Quinn's face as she joined her lying back in the grass, Santana nudged her arm with her own, their shoulders almost touching. "I'm not your damn servant."
"Because you'd make such a lousy one," Quinn smirked back, this time not even bothering to remove the towel; it was blocking the sunlight from searing into her eyes. "Mmm…" she moaned, stretching her body out joint by joint, "I am going to be so sore tomorrow…"
A single finger poked her side, making her jerk, and Santana was shifting onto her side to better face Quinn. "Yeah, like you don't know the routine of ice and aspirin yet," she poked Quinn again, "Damn you're being a whiner today, Q. Suck." Poke. "It." Poke. "Up." Super poke.
Growling, Quinn rolled over, throwing her arm up, over Santana's body as she succeeded in rolling into her. "Stop it!" she grinned madly, fingers searching for the ticklish spots on Santana's midriff she knew existed. Ignoring the burning in her muscles and the tickling of the grass and the bunching of the towel under her and Santana's hands pushing and trying to tickle her back, she ended up all but lying on top of the other girl, upper thighs pressed into Santana's, chest to chest, Santana's hands pinned under hers. "You give up?" she panted.
Santana's lips curled up. "Never," she panted back, shaking her head, suddenly bucking her hips up. Upsetting Quinn's gravity, she pushed her to the side, switching their positions. "Well?" she smirked, eyes dark and challenging as they met Quinn's, her ponytail falling forward to just brush Quinn's jaw, "Who should give up now?"
Quinn stared up at her. Heart racing from the exercise and the tussle and the gradual realization of Santana's body being almost only supported on her, she swallowed, then arched her own eyebrows. "You," she answered confidently.
"Me?" Santana let out a soft 'heh'. Her fingers more snuggly gripping around Quinn's wrists, she bent even closer. "You're always so cocky," she murmured, searching Quinn's eyes. "Are we doin' this?"
Licking her lips, Quinn watched Santana come closer, automatically tilting her chin up. "We… Mmm… Always end up doing it." A sound purred in the back of her throat when Santana's lips brushed along her cheek.
"That's not an answer, Fabray."
The grass was still tickling the back of Quinn's neck, but all she wanted to do was get her hands back from Santana's grip. Raising her head, bypassing Santana's mouth, she pressed her lips into Santana's cheek, almost under her ear. "Why can't it be an answer?"
"Because." Shuddering at the soft touch, Santana's tongue dipped out, it being Quinn's turn to shudder when Santana managed to find her mouth.
Quinn kissed her back. "Mmhm?"
"Because, jeez, Q, you need a shower." And Santana was jumping up and away, laughing, Quinn left behind to stare up at the sky, frozen in surprise. "Oh, that…" she growled, groaning as she sat up, her scowl deepening as she realized Santana was making her way mockingly to the nearest water fountain, smirking smugly over her shoulder at her.
"Fine," Quinn promised darkly, pushing herself up, "She wants an answer? Then." She stood up, taking out her ponytail and shaking it, trying to loosen her muscles as she did so, "She's going to get one."