Chapter Seven

My Place or Yours?

Santana rushed into the driveway of her house, so quickly she almost drove through the garage door. She got out of the car and feverishly slammed the door. She went inside and tossed her things down. "Mom? Papi? Anyone home?" No answer. "Go figure." Santana made her way to her room and plopped herself down on her bed. Her phone buzzed with a message from Quinn. "You can come whenever, no one is home." Santana replied, "You know, sometimes I really hate living across the street from you, stalker." She giggled a little to herself just thinking about what Quinn would say. Santana lay there, thinking about the blonde across the street that was anxiously awaiting her arrival. The more Santana stared at her ceiling fan spinning around and around, the more she didn't want to go to Quinn's. Santana's phone let out a buzz. "Yeah, yeah, just get over here." After their fight, Santana almost didn't see it to her advantage to go over there, but Quinn must have good news if she's pushing it so hard, right? "Quinn, you come over, no one is here either." Within minutes, Santana spotted the blonde trotting across the street. She ran to the front door, and opened it just before Quinn could land a knock. Quinn looked longingly into Santana's eyes, but the glance was not returned. "Are you gonna come in or just stare at me?" Santana griped as she turned away and headed back for her room, door still open. Quinn walked in with a furrowed brow. "Bitch." She turned and shut the door, then strolled over to Santana.

Quinn followed Santana to her room, tracing her fingers over anything that was within her reach. Santana plugged her phone into her stereo and picked one of her favorite Amy Winehouse songs. She always commented on how her voice was an unstoppable force. The blonde had stopped in the doorway, hesitating to cross over into Santana's room. Santana sat down on her bed and motioned for Quinn to join her. "You just gonna stand there Fabray or can we talk?" Quinn innocently threw up her hands and took a seat next to Santana's unusually warm body. "So, what did you want to talk about, Quinn?" Quinn and her hazel eyes neglected to make eye contact with the girl next to her, she instead picked at a stray thread in her skirt. She could feel hard brown eyes shooting lasers at her, but all the words that had once swarmed through her mind had suddenly jumped ship. Santana let out a dejected sigh, unsure of what her next move should be. Should she kick Quinn out for being so silent now when she wouldn't shut up at school, or wait it out and see if anything comes up? "I'm sorry." Quinn turned her head away. Santana raised an eyebrow. Sorry? That's it, I'm sorry? For what? "I'm sorry for everything I said to you today. I want to be with you Santana, I really do." Tears started to well up and hazel orbs turned to brown. "I'm just so scared. Aren't you? Nobody is going to take this well. Everyone will think we are freaks." Shit. Now she's crying. Santana wrapped her arm around Quinn's shoulder. "Hey, stop crying. I'm not worried at all. I mean, hello, I was with Brittany. At this point, other people don't mean shit to me." Santana retracted her arm and put a hand under Quinn's chin, pulling her gaze up to her own. "But you, Quinn, you mean everything to me, and if anyone messes with you, I'll mess with their face." Quinn let out a slight chuckle, amused by the thought of Santana punching some jock in the face. Santana pulled Quinn into her, and planted a soft kiss on the other girls' lips. Quinn melted. She forgot how much she loved to kiss Santana. Just as Santana was about to lean into another kiss, a door slamming downstairs pulled them out of it.

"Santana! Kitchen!" The Latinas mom did not sound like she was in a good mood. "One sec, I'll be right back." Santana ran for the door and into the kitchen. Quinn sat there, not able to believe how quickly Santana had forgotten about their fight at school. Did all she have to do was cry? Quinn heard faint yelling going on beyond the door. Well, this is awkward. She heard footsteps coming her way, and she almost decided ducking behind the bed would be a good idea. Santana came bounding into the room. "You said your parents aren't home, right?" "Right." Santana grabbed Quinn's hand, pulled her hurriedly out of her room, and through the front door. They walked across the street, but Quinn had stopped before reaching her own front door. "Santana, what happened back there?" Tanned cheeks turned red, and brown eyes started to water. "Nothing, can we please just go inside?" Quinn nodded and pulled a key out of her pocket. Quinn walked in first, calling out to her parent's before pulling Santana inside. No answer. "Yep, no one here." Santana let out a sigh of relief. She loved Quinn's house. The smell, the décor, everything was wonderful. "Shall we?" Quinn motioned up the stairs and Santana grabbed the delicate hands that lead the way.

Quinn had barely made it inside her room and already had her Polaroid in hand. "Quinn, put that thing away, I'm a mess." But the blonde insisted. She loved adding new photos to the ever-growing collage. "Oh come on Santana, just one! To celebrate!" "Celebrate what?" Quinn smiled as she sat down next to the brunette. "Whatever you want." Quinn kissed the blushing cheeks next to her, and after a small pause, Santana turned to let one land on her lips. Click. "Oh you sneaky bitch!" Quinn rolled away in laughter, while Santana tried to grab the photo printing from the Polaroid camera. "No! I'm keeping this!" Quinn said, trying to contain her laughter. Santana gave up. "Fine. Add it to the wall." With pleasure. Quinn trotted up to her bed, grabbing a thumb tack along the way, and pinned the almost developed photo to an empty spot. Santana looked up at the wall, after a few moments, she finally accepted the fact that it was the best photo up there. "Quinn, why is there a picture of your bed up there?" Quinn turned her head up and scanned around for it. "Oh, it was the first photo I put up, from the first night I lived in this house." Santana nodded, still confused, but accepting the answer. "Can you put the camera away now?"

Quinn and Santana lay tangled up in the blondes' bed. They had been talking for hours, working things out, when Quinn dropped a bomb. "Santana. I think I'm ready." Santana shot a confused look Quinn's way, searching for an explanation in swirling eyes. "Um…ready for what?" Quinn bit her lip, and turned her head towards the puzzled girl who lay by her side. "For…well…us." Santana's heart started beating fast, her hands became clammy, and her breathing grew shallow. She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of this beautiful girls mouth. "Really?" Quinn only nodded, with a smile from ear to ear. "What about being afraid of what people will say?" "Well Santana, you'll just have to protect me." Quinn turned her entire body onto the brunette, unable to do anything but smile. Santana smiled back, showing off her perfect teeth. Santana grabbed the collar on Quinn's shirt, and pulled the blonde into her. Their lips met and it felt like fireworks were going off, in more places than one. Santana dug her hips into the girl above her, as Quinn slowly pulled away from biting Santana's' bottom lip. Quinn let out an airy moan, which in turn only made Santana more turned on. "San…are you sure?" Quinn asked in between kisses. Santana nodded before wrapping her arms around Quinn's waist, flipping her on to her side, and climbing on top of her. Santana's hair fell onto Quinn's face. She loved the way it smelled. Quinn's hands made their way under Santana's shirt and she shivered at the cool touch against her warm body. Santana pulled at the hem of Quinn's shirt and Quinn leaned back so she could remove it more easily. Santana's breath hitched as she glanced down to see Quinn's bare chest. Her hands immediately cupped the girls' breasts, her nipples already hardened from the coldness of the room. Quinn pulled at the hem of the hoodie Santana was wearing and she quickly lifted herself so Quinn could remove it. They wasted no time in removing each other's clothes. Before they knew it, their naked bodies were pressed against each other. Quinn noticed Santana was shivering. "My room is always a little cold, here," she said pulling back the blankets on her bed, "get under here." Quinn pulled the blankets up over them like a protective shield. Quinn was now straddling Santana's waist. She leaned down and captured Santana's lips in a forceful, heated kiss, and started to nibble lightly on her bottom lip. "I need you…" Santana moaned, running her nails down Quinn's back.

Quinn arched at the touch and let out a slight, higher pitched moan. Santana's body fit so well into Quinn's. Every curve, every muscle, every bone, positioned to perfection. Santana reached up and grabbed at Quinn's silky, sand colored hair and let it run between her fingers over and over. That is, until Quinn pressed her hips into hers, then it became a scrunched up handful. Santana responded by pushing her hips even harder into Quinn, letting out a soft moan. Quinn liked that sound, she liked it a lot. The blonde planted some final kisses onto Santana's eager lips, quivering with every move of Quinn's body, and moved on to her neck, her shoulders, her collarbones, her breasts. God, her breasts. Kisses turned into teasing, just slightly making circles with her tongue. The sounds coming out of Santana were driving her crazy. "Alright, can't let you have all the fun!" Santana grabbed Quinn by the waist and flipped her onto her side. "It's my turn." Santana crawled on top of her. She laid her head sideways over the blonde's chest as each millimeter between their bodies became non-existent, pressing her hips ever so slightly into her. Quinn groaned with pleasure. Santana started kissing her neck, working her way down to her chest, her stomach…Santana placed a kiss on Quinn's hipbone, loving the response. Her eyes flicked upwards, trying to catch a glimpse of hazel eyes. Quinn looked down, panting in anticipation, and met Santana's gaze. Santana lifted an eyebrow, winked, and went in for another kiss.

Santana kissed and nipped at each of Quinn's inner thighs loving how she could make her squirm with pleasure. "San, stop teasing..." Quinn half moaned. Santana smirked against Quinn's thigh and started to kiss down her leg before kissing her way back up and then down the other leg. Quinn was starting to whimper, and it was actually breaking Santana's heart to hear her. She kissed just above where Quinn needed her most before running her tongue along each hipbone. She lifted her head and was met with Quinn's heavy lidded eyes. Santana cocked her eyebrow after making eye contact. Quinn nodded furiously and Santana couldn't deny her the pleasure any longer. She flicked her tongue out and let it slide slowly through where Santana knew she'd get an instant reaction. A moan escaped her and Quinn bucked her hips at the sensation. Santana's tongue made it's way up, emitting a deep moan from Quinn. Santana decided to step up her game. Her free hand, which was resting on Quinn's hip, was soon taken by Quinn's hand. She laced their fingers together in a soft, but firm grip. "More, San. I need more," Quinn whimpered. With that demand, Santana went deeper and faster. Her lips wrapped around Quinn's clit, making Quinn's grip on her hand strengthen. Santana glanced up to see Quinn's eyes shut tightly. "So….close…" she mumbled between moans. Santana pulled away again, "That's it, Quinn. Come for me, baby." And with those few words, Quinn's eyes closed tightly as she witnessed galaxies explode right before her eyes.

A whole new world had just opened up for Quinn. She's had sex before, but that. That was new. That feeling was new. Santana licked her lips seductively. She wanted more. She needed more. She snaked her way back up Quinn, taking detours along the way. Tracing her hips with her fingers, sliding up her curves, around her breasts, a couple times, then up to her cheeks. She kissed her more passionately than she had ever kissed her before. Their tongues were dancing in each other's mouths. Quinn dipped her head down, breaking the kiss, then looked back up at Santana. "Your turn." Quinn leaned up and caught her lips again, each kiss more wild than the last. Tonsils were licked, lips were bitten, and sweat was forming over every inch of their bodies. Quinn grabbed Santana, trying to flip her over, but she failed. Santana was fighting back. "You tease..." Quinn barely muttered between moans. "You like it." Santana liked being the alpha female, the leader of the vicious pack, and today, Quinn did not mind one bit. Santana grabbed both of Quinn's hands and pinned them down besides her, melting her hips into the blondes. Every sound was new and exciting. Santana lifted one hand, still holding on to Quinn's and led her down to the wetness between her thighs. Quinn let out a long, soft groan. This was definitely new to her. Santana did all the work last time. Quinn couldn't wait to make her feel the same way she just felt. Quinn scouted around, memorizing every sound and where on her that made her do it. She likes that. Oh, she really likes that! Santana let out the loudest moan of the night. Oh, she definitely likes that. Quinn danced her fingers around Santana, whose hips responded in a fit of pure pleasure. Santana pressed herself into it, harder, harder. She loved the pressure, she craved it. "Do it, Quinn. Just go for it." Quinn extended two fingers and slid them right into the panting Latina above her. Santana's eyes rolled to the back of her head, mouth agape, back arched, hips pressed. Quinn slid them back out, only for a second, then forced them back in. Santana let out an even louder moan. "Right there, baby, that's it." With each push, Quinn went deeper, deeper, until…"Oh, fuck!" Santana practically screamed. Quinn found something, and she was glad she did. With each push, harder, faster, deeper, Santana panted and moaned and begged for more. She wanted more? Alright. Quinn could give her more. She removed her hand and placed both hands on Santana's lower back and pulled her up to her chest. "Higher." Quinn moaned. Santana scooted all the way up, until Quinn's lips met hers. Her tongue flicked all around Santana's clit, each moan growing loader, and longer. Santana moved her hips in unison. Quinn wrapped her arms around Santana's thighs, helping guide her along. "Don't stop Q." Quinn went faster, eating her out like she might die tomorrow if she didn't. Santana was losing breath and fast. She couldn't breathe. She tingled from head to toe. Every spark in her body ignited. She never felt this feeling before. It was happening. She knew it was coming. Quinn moaned along with her, returning each sound and pant with even more force than the last. Santana's moans grew louder, and louder, and louder until…Her eyes shot open, her jaw hit the floor, and she tried to exhale but couldn't quite do it yet. Quinn took one last nibble, and Santana finally let it out. An angsty, long, drawn out moan. She waited too long to feel that. She collapsed to Quinn's side, practically gasping for air, sweat glinting off of her forehead. Their eyes met again. They stared hard at each other, eyelids heavy with pleasure. "Thank you for coming over." Quinn barely got the words out. "Thanks for insisting we talk." Santana finally said after several moments of trying to catch her breath. She looked over at Quinn, eyes filled with satisfaction, and kissed her, before settling into the crook in her back that she felt God made to fit perfectly to her. She ran her hands along the dimples in the small of her back. "Q?" "Yeah San?" "I promise I will never leave your side, and I will always stick up for you…for us." Quinn simply smiled, and planted a kiss right on Santana's forehead. "So does this mean…?" Quinn inquired, but Santana interrupted her with a small, weak, "yes."