LbN: There's no smut. Just allusions to smut. So don't get your hopes up too much. :)
May 25th, 2019
Quinn smiled down at Santana. It wasn't often that she woke up before her girlfriend, so she was always happy to take the opportunity to watch her sleep. She had to leave today, however, so she leaned down and kissed her. "Santana," she sang. "Wake up…."
"It's Saturday," the younger girl groaned.
"I have your graduation present."
"Another one?" Santana asked, confused. She'd already gotten a new phone from the blonde.
"Yep."
Something about the way Quinn was smiling at her made her sit up. "What?"
Quinn's smile just got bigger as she held out a tiny portable flash drive to Santana. "I have to go to work. You have until I get back."
"What? What is this?"
Quinn kissed her and sauntered out of the room.
"Lucy Quinn Fabray! I'm confused!" Santana called after her.
"You're my smart lawyer! You'll figure it out. You can pick three."
Three? Santana heard her chuckle. "You're evil," she muttered. She'd wanted to sleep in that day, but now she couldn't. What the hell was Q giving her a flash drive for? They all had about three apiece, and there were six extra in the kitchen junk drawer. Grumbling, she threw on some sweats and fired up her laptop.
There was only two files on the flash drive, but they took up an entire gigabyte. The first was named "Vanilla" and the second was "Not so Vanilla". Something clicked in Santana's mind. She opened "Vanilla" first, and broke into a wide grin.
Quinn had given Santana her fantasy journal.
Pure, unadulterated joy was coursing through her at that moment. She couldn't even read the screen, because she was, in fact, shaking with excitement. It had been a year…an entire bloody year of searching for this—and Quinn had finally taken pity on her.
She loved her girlfriend sometimes.
Taking a couple of deep breaths to get over the initial shock of things, she looked at the clock. Rachel would be out all day practicing for the play she was in. Brittany was teaching dance until six. And Quinn would be back from work by two. Time to start reading.
Something about the idea of Santana and Rachel stripping is really appealing.
I want to cover Rachel in ice cream toppings and watch Santana and Brittany lick it off of her.
Brittany and me as Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. Rachel and Santana as Catwoman and Batman.
Two hours later, Santana was chugging water and convinced that this was Quinn's method of killing her. The blonde couldn't expect her to survive reading this stuff. She'd rediscovered a few things about her lovely girlfriend.
Number one: Quinn was a grade-A freak. In the good way. Not only were her deepest desires written out, they came with commentary.
Number two: Rachel was Quinn's favorite. Sure they all loved each other, and no one ever explicitly stated that they had a favorite…but it was there. Quinn was possessive of Rachel the way Santana was possessive of Brittany. And boy howdy, did it show with her list of naughty thoughts.
Number three: Quinn was possibly a psychopath. Santana was pretty sure that about half of the ones she'd read were not physically possible.
She pulled out her phone to see if Quinn had sent her a text. She hadn't, but Brittany and Rachel had.
From R: This director is KILLING me! If he tells me to "turn up the sexy" one more time, I'M going Lima Heights Adjacent….
From B: Who thought spandex for 13 year old boys was a good idea? I'm sick of seeing tiny boners when I walk into the dance hall!
Santana chuckled and replied to both of them. It was noon, so Quinn would probably be on her break by now. She held down the number two on her phone and listened to it ring.
"Hello beautiful," Quinn answered.
Somehow, Santana knew the blonde was smirking. "You. Are. Evil."
Quinn laughed. "You've been searching for a year. Isn't this way easier? I even reorganized it for you."
"Evil. I can't even…."
"Is there a point to this conversation?" Quinn asked, obviously trying not to laugh.
"Yes, there is Quinn Lopez," Santana said. She smiled when Quinn stopped laughing. "When are you getting home?"
"I'll be out of here at two."
"Good. Because we're starting with number 56." With that, Santana hung up. She hoped Quinn was as sexually frustrated as she was.
Rachel walked in, beyond ready to see her girlfriends. "Guys?" she called softly.
"Shh, they're both asleep."
"Hey Sant—why are you wearing my lion sweater…and my skirt…and my headband?"
"That's nothing…. You should see Q in Brittany's dance leotard."
Rachel thought for a second. "And Brittany's dressed up like…"
"Me."
"So that leaves…."
"There's a Cheerios uniform hanging up in the bathroom. I'll go wake the other two."
Sometimes Rachel wondered what she'd gotten herself into….
