Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Glee or its characters, or else I'd be loaded and married to Heather Morris right now.
Author's Note: This is the first time I've ever written a sex scene, but I have enough of it to think that I know what I'm saying, but if not then bear with me, and tell me what you'd want next time. Next chapter will be the party scene. I think I'm going to make it from Brittany's POV because well, I simply haven't done hers yet, I want to incorporate some Brittana fluff, I need to clear up how exactly Santana came to live with Quinn, and she tends to have a way with being able to read people, and that's going to have to do with a lot of next chapter. Hope this one can hold you over until then. Peace.
I called Whit a split second after I decided to take her to the party tonight. She was a little wary about coming with me to a party as my date/but not so datish date, as I had so eloquently put it, but I could still hear the hint of excitement in her voice about actually getting to take me out in front of other people besides S and B. Ugh I was so nervous I could throw up, and then the doorbell rang. Rushing down stairs I came face to face with something I had been trying to avoid for the last three months - my mother and Whit speaking to each other, acknowledging each other, and…hugging? Rounding the last step on the flight of stairs just as they pulled back from their not so awkward looking hug, I raised an extremely skeptical eyebrow at Whit, but before I could say anything my mother chimed in.
"Now Quinnie, why didn't you tell me your girlfriend was coming over tonight for once? I would have prepared dinner for us all."
What the fuck did she just say? Girlfriend? Oh God, she knows. She's going to kill me, abandon me, or worse – send me to one of those gay to straight Nazi camps. Oh God. HELP.
"What? Mom. Uhm. I just. Whit is. We are…." Nice going Q that really explains it.
"Quinn did you really think you could keep this a secret, I mean really. I may not have always been the most attentive mother in the world, but I still always know what's going on under my own roof. Besides, you two are almost as bad as your sister and Brittany these days. I just saw you last night in the driveway practically dry humping each other. So yes, I know that you are dating a girl."
If I wasn't so Goddamn nervous I would have been able to smile at the fact that she was referring to Santana as my sister now. Oh wait, she's not done, keep listening.
"A very polite girl at that. I was just telling Whitney here how happy I am to finally get to meet the person responsible for making my daughter the happiest I've ever seen her. You really do know how to pick them Quinn, Whitney here is a real catch it seems, but I'd still very much like to get to know her better. So she will be staying for dinner. That is that, go get washed up. It'll be ready within the hour."
With a small but affectionate squeeze to my arm and kiss on my cheek my mother waltzed out of the room like it was totally an everyday thing that my girlfriend just showed up on my doorstep. I stood shocked. I honestly didn't even know what to do. It wasn't until I heard Whit laugh that I snapped out of my thoughts.
"Don't laugh! That was so not funny, I was so scared when I came down and saw you hugging her. Why were you hugging anyway?"
"Hey, she started all the hugging; don't go getting jealous on me. I promise I won't be keeping it in the family." She laughed at her own joke and winked at me, but she could definitely tell by the look on my face that I wasn't having it.
"That's not funny Whit." I crossed my arms and gave her my signature HBIC face, and began walking towards the bathroom. I knew she was following me, but I didn't want to give into her just yet. Once I reached the bathroom I walked in without looking back, and began to shut the door, only to have it pushed back open enough to let Whit fit through. She slowly closed and locked the door behind her, and wrapped her arms around my waist from behind. The minute she did that and I felt how strong and safe her arms were around me, I knew I was caught, she saw me smile through the mirror. Putting her head on my shoulder, she started to lightly kiss from my neck to my ear and whispered, "I'm sorry I joked about it…let me make it up to you?"
"My mom is making dinner Whit." Oh fuck. She's biting on that spot just below my ear that drives my wild. I'm not going to hold back much longer.
"Yeah, and she said it'd be an hour. That's plenty of time baby." Jesus, her voice is so sexy right now.
I turn around and crash our lips together in a heated kiss wrapping my arms around the back of her neck, and she quickly lifts me up so that I'm sitting on the counter. Neither of us wanting to waste any time, we both start pulling and lifting at each others clothes until she has me pinned back against the mirror with my right nipple in her mouth, while she massages my left with her hand. Running her free hand down my stomach, she traces circles just above the waistband of my shorts, while switching out my right nipple for my left, giving it an equal amount of attention. Sensing my growing need and frustration, she unbuttons and unzips my jeans dipping her hand in far enough to run her fingers over my now soaked thong clad center. Taking her cheeks in my hands, I pull her face up to meet mine before bringing our lips together in another hurried kiss.
"Tell me what you want baby. Tell me where you need me."
She tells me whiling continuing to tease my now aching pussy, and taking small nips and sucks at my neck. "Whit…" I half groan half moan. "Let me hear it." God, she was gonna make me work for it. So not the time with my mother right down the hall cooking us dinner. But God did this feel good.
"Inside of me, I need you inside of me. Hard." The minute the words left my mouth I felt her pull away from me, but before I could groan in frustration, I felt my jeans being tugged off and my thong being moved to the side. Looking down right in time to see Whit bury her face between my legs, I threw my head back at the first swipe of her tongue across my slit, practically slamming it into the mirror.
I brought my hands down to tangle in her hair, and hold her there for dear life as I felt her pace on my clit start to speed up and two fingers shove into me hard and fast, just like she knew I wanted it. My hips are bucking up in time with her thrusts, and I know my moans are loud but I just can't help them. Sensing my oncoming orgasm she quickly adds another finger going faster into me and starts sucking hard on my clit. Reaching up to pinch my nipple with her free hand, she gives it one good squeeze and pinch while simultaneously nipping at my clit and it throws me over the edge.
I cum in her mouth, and she licks it up like a champ, cleaning me up. She lets me ride out my orgasm before retracting her fingers with a wet pop and bringing them up to my mouth to give me a taste. I take them into my mouth and suck myself off of her, letting go, I bring her in for another kiss. I taste myself even more when our tongues collide with each other. Pulling back she rests her forehead against mine and looks into my eyes and smiles. I can't help the huge grin that plasters itself across my face, and I bury my face in her neck and hug her to me. I start to kiss and suck on her pulse point and I hear her moan lowly in my ear. But when I go to unbutton her jeans her hands stop mine and I pick my head up to look her in the eyes.
"Your mom is making us dinner remember? Don't wanna make a real first impression with just got fucked hair now do I?"
Once again she laughs to herself and I just roll my eyes. With a last peck to my lips, she lifts me down and helps me straighten my clothes and hair back out. Pulling me into her again, she whispers,
"I know your mom just dropped a huge bomb, and me meeting her this way is not how you planned it, but I promise it's going to be okay, I'll make it okay." Leaning back on my heels I kiss her deeply and whisper back three words, three words that I've said to three boys, three words that I've never really meant before.
"I love you." For the first time, I really believe them when they are said back.
"I love you too Q, so much."
