Title: Don't Ever Lie To Me
A/N: I want to say this right now so no one gets disappointed, but I am terrible at writing 'smut' sexy scenes and just feel terribly uncomfortable doing so you'll never get detailed, graphic scenes from me. Saying that, I have to add that you will get some details that I personally do not find highly offensive. Anyways about this chapter, this is the same summer as the last chapter but just a few weeks later. So enjoy!
iamirreplazable: There's a little bit of an explanation as to why Santana freaked out last chapter in this chapter (god that's confusing) but it also...you know what lol just read it. Don't wanna spoil anything :)
krbutler: Thank you, thank you, thank you :) You made me smile like an idiot :)
Thanks, happy reading!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any characters. All character belong to RIB and Fox and whoever else that is not me:)
The door flew open and a rush of blonde hair ran towards her bed as Santana looked up from a book she was reading. Her heart leapt in surprise but was soon clouded with disappointment at realizing the golden locks belonged to the wrong blonde.
"Puck's having a party." Quinn moved around the room to pull clothes out of dressers and Santana's closet.
Santana closed her book and sat up on the bed to watch Quinn frantically select outfit after outfit.
"Okay? So why are you making my room a mess? Don't you have your own clothes?" she asked extremely annoyed that she would most likely be the one cleaning up the clothes Quinn was throwing all around the room.
"No you don't understand. He's having a real party, like everyone is going to be there. We need to look hot S." She continued to drape clothes over her body to see how they looked.
"Don't you have a boyfriend?" Santana asked mockingly.
Quinn let out a frustrated sigh. "It has nothing to do with that. All the upperclassmen are going to be there and even some college kids. Now's the time to make an impression."
"You know you sound like an idiot right?" Quinn glared at her but she continued, "We're already the most popular people at school. When the seniors are gone next year, it's not gonna be the juniors that run the place, it's gonna be us."
"But we still need to keep that image. Going to this party, looking gorgeous, and maybe a little torture along the way is essential to that. So get up! And help me find something to wear."
Santana stood up from the bed and laughed Quinn while she still rifled through her large closet.
"I'm pretty sure you're the reason they think white girls are crazy. Just sayin." She ducked out of the way when Quinn hurled a pair of jeans at her. "Aw little white girl can't take a joke."
They tried on outfit after outfit which took a lot longer than necessary, Santana thought, because Quinn had to go to the bathroom to change every time. Eventually, Quinn settled on a pair of dark skinny jeans and a black top with a deep neckline and Santana squeezed into a red dress that cut off right above the knees. They looked at themselves in the mirror before grinning in satisfaction.
Santana dropped onto her bed and Quinn took a seat at her computer chair slowly swiveling around. Santana sat up quickly when an idea struck her.
"Wait, does B know about the party?"
"I sent her a text and she already knew about it from Mike." Santana felt a flare of jealousy in her chest at the mention of his name. "She said she'd meet us there or something."
"Oh..." Santana trailed off before letting herself fall back onto the bed and breathing out a heavy breath.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Quinn asked softly unsure of how the conversation would end.
"Talk about what?" Santana bit out sharply. Quinn stood up and laid down next to her on the bed.
"Santana," she started, "I'm not," she didn't want to scare her off, "I'm not going to judge you. You're my best friend. You've been my best friend since pre-school when you gave me the last cookie after I cried." They laughed at the memory before Quinn voice became serious again, "I want to be here for you."
"Quinn," Santana tried to keep her voice strong but failed miserably as it wavered just at Quinn's name, "I don't know how to explain it."
"Try," Quinn encouraged.
"She just, makes me feel like a different person. I don't know how else to say it." She turned over to lie on her side so she look at Quinn, "I like Puck, I think I do at least. But he never makes me feel like how she does."
"Feel like what?" Quinn asked curiously. She knew Santana rarely opened up and she was going to try to get all she could out of the girl before she locked everything back up.
"Just like, her being there makes me smile. Just being in her presence. When we're alone no one gets her attention other than me and I love that. She looks at me like I'm the only thing that matters. And I know that I would do anything to get her to look at me like that. She makes me feel like when we're together, we could shut everything else out and just be." She paused to compose herself before adding with a smile, "And that's just the emotional side. Don't even get me started on the physical side." She looked over at Quinn to see if her words put Quinn off like she had intended but instead saw an even more curious expression on her face.
"Like what?" Quinn asked with more interest than Santana had expected.
"Umm, I don't know." She said awkwardly.
"Have you guys like…you know?" Quinn was uncomfortable but wanted to keep the conversation going.
"No!" Santana blushed furiously. "No, we haven't." She remembered the night a few weeks prior. "She's tried though."
"What do you mean tried?" Quinn finally looked at her.
"She came over after her date, that day we were swimming at her house," she looked at Quinn pointedly, "Thanks for that by the way."
"What?" Quinn feigned surprise at the accusation.
"Really Q? Can you be more obvious?" She chuckled a little before getting back to her point. "Anyways, she came over and we were going to sleep when she tried to start something."
Quinn's eyes bugged out of her head, "What did you do?"
"I pushed her off the bed," Santana answered simply.
Quinn laughed heartily before adding, with a smile, "Subtle." Santana shoved her hard in the shoulder.
"Shut up. What would you have done?" She chuckled until she realized what she had just asked.
"For your sake, I hope I never have to find out." Quinn replied.
A moment of quiet passed between the two before Quinn spoke up again.
"I know this is going to be a weird question but didn't you want that to happen?"
Santana answer nearly cut off the end of Quinn's sentence. "Of course I did, but not like that. My first time with Puckerman was in a classroom at school. Mike and I unceremoniously did it in a porta-potty in the park. Matt at least had the common decency to lock his bedroom door but that didn't stop his little brother and sister from pounding on the door." She turned on her back and stared up into the ceiling. Quinn noticed the tears building up behind her eyes. "I just want it to right."
"And special." Quinn added. Santana knew it wasn't a question.
"Exactly." She had to reach up and wipe away a stray tear falling slowly down her cheek.
Quinn ran her fingers through Santana's dark hair before saying softly, "It'll be okay, S."
Santana sniffed quietly before whispering, "Thanks." A moment of heavy silence passed between them and neither girl wanted to break it.
Quinn finally relented and sat up and placed a firm pat to Santana's thigh.
"C'mon. We need to finish getting ready."
When they were close to the party, they could already hear the booming music filling the streets. Santana knew Puck's philosophy when it came to parties was always, "Go big or go home." And when they finally stepped into the house, they saw how true that statement was. Multiple sound systems were set up in different rooms of the house; each one louder than the next. Every surface was covered with plastic cups. Every couch was occupied by teenagers making out shamelessly past the point that was acceptable in public.
Quinn and Santana pushed through the make shift dance floor set up in the middle of the living room and made their way into the kitchen. They walked up to the counter and started fixing themselves drinks when a loud voice slurred behind them.
"Quinn! Santana! Welcome to chez-Puckerman!" A very inebriated Puck walked up and put his arms around them and Quinn and Santana looked at each other with a smile.
"Someone's enjoying themselves." Quinn said and Puck nodded his head a little too heavily. He was having trouble keeping it up already.
"Of course babe..." He laid his head against the side of Santana's. "Hey if you get bored later, I have a room with your name on it," He whispered loudly in her ear. Quinn blushed and emptied the contents of her cup. She stared into the bottom and turned to get herself another.
Santana pushed him lightly away from her, "I'll keep that in mind." He reached down and gave her ass a quick squeeze before walking away with a grin. She saw Quinn downing another drink and hurried over to pull the drink from her mouth.
"Hey slow down there Q." Quinn looked at her with slightly glazed over eyes. "Wow, you are such a light weight. You had one drink!" Santana shook her head incredulously.
"I'm just trying to catch up with everyone here," Quinn said proudly. "Come on Santana, it's a party, lets loosen up for once." She grabbed her drink back out of Santana's hand.
"You're telling me to loosen up?" Santana laughed and grabbed Quinn's drink and downed it in one gulp. She felt the burn of the alcohol against her throat but ignored it. She saw an angry look on her friend's face and reached over to pinch her cheek lightly, "Aw Q, you're face is gonna get stuck like that. Quinn slapped her hand away. "Let's get you another drink shall we?" She started to turn back to the counter to pour more drinks when a hand beat her to it.
"I'll get her one." Finn took the bottle of vodka off the counter and poured it into a plastic cup before handing it to Quinn.
"Very good Finnocence, but you forgot to mix it with something." She grabbed the drink out of the Quinn's hand and poured in a little cranberry juice. She didn't want her to get too drunk tonight. It was rare for Quinn to be drinking at all and she didn't want her to have to deal with unwanted attention from puking or making an ass out of herself. She honestly didn't understand why she was so set on getting so drunk.
She handed the drink back before grabbing Finn by the shirt and pulling him in close.
"Watch her tonight. I don't want her doing anything she'll regret." And it was true. Quinn always had her back so maybe it was time she watched out a little closer for her. Finn nodded his head in agreement before moving to wrap an arm around Quinn who had already drank half of her cup. He turned her to lead them out of the room before Santana stopped him.
"Hey have you seen Britt?" she asked hopefully.
"Uh, yeah I think she was dancing with Mike in the living room. See ya, Santana." He tightened his hold on Quinn before exiting the room.
"Thanks Hudson," Santana called after him before taking her drink and walking to the living room stopping in the doorway to scan the crowd. After a few minutes she found Brittany, who sure enough was grinding up against Mike in a very drunken state. She had to admit that Mike matched Brittany's skill pretty well but she couldn't help but picture herself in his position. She imagined feeling Brittany leaning into her and running her hands over the girl's hips pulling her farther back against her body. Once she started realizing how uncomfortably turned on she, Santana finished her drink, turned back to the kitchen, grabbed an already open beer and set out to find Puck.
If there was one person that could help her relieve this…tension...it would be the mohawked boy she regularly found herself waking up next to. She stumbled into the backyard seeing him mid-make out with a girl she didn't recognize but looked slightly older than everyone else at the party. 'Wow Quinn was right, there were college kids here. I wonder how Puck pulled that off…' she thought before storming up to the two and ripping the girl off his lap by her hair.
"Hey slut! Get off my boyfriend!" She screamed at the tiny brunette staring up at her from the ground. When she started to fight back Santana shot her a glare that made her immediately rethink speaking and she went running scared inside the house.
"Wow babe. That was hot." Santana finally looked at Puck, who was watching her lustfully.
"About that room?" she asked with a seductive smirk.
Puck shook his head trying to remember the conversation from earlier. When the realization seemingly hit him, he rushed to grab her hand and pull her through the house and up the stairs. When they arrived at his room, he slammed it open startling a couple that was making use of his bedroom already.
"Get out!" He yelled loudly, scaring them into stumbling over their clothes into the hallway and then slammed the door behind them. He turned around to see Santana staring at him intensely and he closed the gap between them kissing her hardly and pushing her back towards the bed. They walked backwards until Santana's legs met the edge of the mattress effectively making her fall into a seated position. Eye level with his waist, she unbuckled his belt and he stepped out of jeans before leaning down to pull her dress over her head and tossed it aside. Puck picked her up under the arms and dropped her back heavily against the pillows at the head of the bed before positioning himself above her. He reattached their lips and their tongues fought for dominance until Santana broke the kiss to place kisses down his chest and reaching up to rip his shirt over his head. She gripped tightly onto his back trying to stare anywhere else than at him.
"That was so hot," he laid next to her at the top of his bed. The loud bass from the music downstairs disturbed the quiet of the room and Puck stood up to redress himself. Santana continued to lie unmoving from under the thin sheets of his bed.
"I mean every time it's amazing but that was different," Puck continued on as he slipped his shirt over his head. She let him say all the familiar things he must have practiced with every girl he had sex with. She had heard them all before. 'That was special,' he'd say. Or 'You don't know how much this meant to me.' He must have been getting tips from other guys because some of them sounded new.
When he continued to stare at her waiting for a response she forced a smile and nodded her head. He smiled, walking over to her side of the bed and leaned down and kissed her forehead. "You know you're my girl right?"
'That one is not new,' Santana thought, disgusted by his words. Once again she nodded, realizing any trace of the buzz she had earlier was long gone now. 'Have to fix that.'
Puck turned and left the room hastily only turning around once to say sweetly, "I'll see you downstairs." With that he shut the door and Santana heard loud cheers coming from the hallway. The sound made her sick knowing he was going to go relive what had just happened with everyone from the football team. 'Maybe he and Matt can compare notes,' she smiled flippantly.
She crawled out of the bed and found her dress discarded on the floor. She pulled it over her head and reveled in the warm feeling of being covered that had left her the second Puck was over her. Under him, she felt cold and rigid. Her body clearly didn't understand the concept of 'a warm body.'
Once she exited the room she made her way down the hallway ignoring the stares that everyone gave her as she descended the steps. She made her way back into the kitchen to grab another drink when a warm hand grabbed her around the wrist.
"Sani!" Brittany's squeal deafened her and she pulled away to look through the almost empty bottles of alcohol. Brittany stumbled over to her again wrapping her arms around the Santana's waist. "Where have you been? I have been waiting for you to get here all night. Finn said he saw you but when I looked you were gone."
Santana continued to ignore her and grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels that looked surprisingly untouched. She unscrewed the lid and drank out of it before turning to walk away. She took two steps before realizing Brittany was still attached to her hips.
"Can you let me go?" she asked angrily. Brittany let go and turned her around roughly.
"Why are you mad?" she asked trying to keep her eyes open. Santana noticed she must have been drinking heavily to be that obviously drunk. The two of them were very good at holding their liquor after only a year's experience of partying, so she knew Brittany must have had a drink in her hand the whole night.
"I saw you when I got here," Brittany squinted her eyes not understanding, "Dancing with Mike. I doubt you were that concerned about me with him rubbing all over you." She couldn't help but feel like a hypocrite considering what had just taken place upstairs.
"San…he's my boyfriend. What do you want me to do? Drop him the second you walk in?" Brittany's voice became irritated.
"Maybe, yeah," she muttered under her breath, "I would for you."
"What was that?" Brittany asked sharply. Santana looked away. "Okay so we're playing that game again. Okay, Santana, if you want to grow up, you know where to find me."
She turned to leave but Santana grabbed her arm, "B, wait. I'm sorry."
Brittany turned back for just a second, "It's okay S. I'm just going to go dance with Mike. Don't worry about it." She left her alone in the kitchen and returned to the dance floor.
Santana's face fell and she internally slapped herself. She knew she was doing a good job of pushing Brittany away all by herself and that was the last thing she wanted to do. She took another large swig from the bottle before leaving it behind.
Santana walked back to her place at the door frame and searched the room for Brittany so she could catch another glance of her dancing. She couldn't find her right away but instead her eyes fell upon a very-drunk Quinn who danced in the middle of a group of older guys. Santana assumed they must have been some of the frat guys that had shown up from the local college. Quinn dance from guy to guy teasing each with a light touch or a swift brush of her hips but never staying with one for too long. If she didn't know Quinn, she wouldn't have been able to recognize this girl flowing easily between everyone on the dance floor. This girl wasn't her friend. Something inside her burned and she wanted to get Quinn as far away from them as she possibly could. Without thinking she stormed through the crowd and grabbed her harshly by the arm.
"Hey what are you doing?" One of the guys asked her loudly. Santana eyed him ferociously.
"Back the fuck up!" she warned through gritted teeth and pulled Quinn along with her. She walked them through the house and out into the backyard. She didn't see Brittany watching the whole scene unfold and following them at a slow pace.
When they reached a bench on the back-porch, Santana sat Quinn down forcefully.
"Whoa what…umm…what the hell are you doing San?" Quinn tried to act angry but her drunken state betrayed her. She laughed up in the girl's face. "You…look silly." She reached up and pushed her index finger lightly against Santana's nose. Santana growled and slapped her hand away.
"What are you doing Quinn? Where's Finn?" she tried to get Quinn to look her in the eyes but failed miserably. She searched behind Santana's head to look for Finn lazily.
"Well I…do not know. He said he was going to get a drink but never came back." She leaned over to whisper close to Santana's face, "I may have moved though." She snickered lightly to herself.
"Jesus Q. Never thought I'd see the day where you were the belligerent one." Quinn's eyebrows scrunched together trying to understand the words coming out of Santana's mouth. She tried to clear away the cloudiness by shaking her head.
"S, I need to tell you something." Santana was busy trying to send a text to Finn telling him where they were and to come take his girlfriend home. She didn't want Quinn staying here like this. She looked up and Quinn was staring at her in anticipation.
"What do you need to tell me?" Quinn grabbed her shoulder tightly and pulled Santana closer. "Ow, Quinn. Be careful."
Quinn whispered in Santana's ear, "You're lucky." She sat back and Santana eyed her curiously.
"Why am I lucky?" She asked quietly. She enjoyed the playful whispering drunk Quinn was providing.
"Because. At least you have a chance with who you really want," Quinn blurted out softly and then covered her mouth like she had just revealed a terrible secret. She removed her hand to show a good-natured smile.
"I don't understand," Santana shook her head still smiling.
"Brittany." Santana looked around to make sure no was overhearing their conversation. "She's popular, she's hot, everyone loves her."
Santana nodded again in acknowledgement, "Yeah and?"
"You're lucky." Quinn looked like she was done with the conversation and Santana leaned back trying to figure out what she meant.
"Q, I know you're having a really hard time concentrating right now," she paused to chuckle lightly, "but can you explain what you mean a tiny bit better?"
Quinn shook her head loosely, "Don't worry about it." Her mood changed drastically. "Figure it out for yourself."
Santana stood as Finn appeared from the back door of the house walking over quickly to where they sat.
"Hey, is she okay?" Concern dripped into his voice and Santana couldn't help but feel a little jealous knowing no one worried that much about her.
"Yeah she's fine. Just take her home."
Finn picked Quinn up and held her snugly against his side trying to steady her wobbly legs. They walked a few steps before Quinn stumbled out of his grasp and over to Santana.
"Go for it," was the last thing she whispered in Santana's ear before letting Finn lead her into the house. As they entered, Brittany walked out and stood next to Santana who was eyeing Quinn's retreating figure.
"Is she going to be okay?" Brittany asked worriedly. Santana could tell she had sobered up a little since their last encounter.
"She just drank a little too much," Santana thought about her own alcohol intake, "For her at least."
The two chuckled lightly before Brittany turned to face the side of Santana's head, "I'm sorry about earlier."
Santana waved it away, "Don't worry about it."
"Are we okay?" Brittany asked nervously.
"Yeah B. We're fine," she smiled genuinely, "How about we go dance?"
Brittany's face lit up and she eagerly dragged Santana into the house and towards the dance floor. Santana turned her around so Brittany's back was to her and she put hands on either hip, pulling her backwards. Brittany danced without hesitation, slowly sliding down Santana's body and dragging even slower back up. The arousal she felt watching Brittany earlier with Mike couldn't compare to the one she felt then. The residual alcohol in her body made it harder and harder to stop herself from taking Brittany right there on the floor. Half of her was sure she wouldn't care too much afterwards but the little self restraint she had managed to keep her actions in check.
Santana hadn't noticed Brittany had turned around and slipped her arms loosely around her neck clasping her hands behind her. Brittany leaned in and whispered seductively in her ear, "This is so hot."
The words resonated in Santana's head and she couldn't help but cringe at how much they echoed Puck's words from earlier in the night. She wondered if that's all she was to Brittany. If Brittany saw her, how Puck saw her. 'Another warm body.'
Before she could stop herself, she grabbed Brittany forcibly and pulled her out of the room and down the hallway. She looked around trying to remember the layout of Puck's house and remembered one of the doors led to a closet. She tried the first one which ended up being the bathroom housing a drunken Stephanie Pratt hunched over the toilet. The red-headed ex-Cheerio looked up at the girl pleadingly,but Santana whipped her phone out of her bra quickly and snapped a picture before slamming the door. 'That will come in handy later,' she thought before reaching another door. When she opened it she was thankful to find the closet emptier than the last time she had seen it when it held all of Puck's toys and board games.
She dragged Brittany into the small room and closed the door behind them. Before Brittany got a chance to protest, Santana had her up against the door and crushed their lips together passionately.
'If Brittany wants a warm body, then she'll get one.'
Santana pulled away to bite down hard on the girls neck and ignored the whimper of pain that came out of Brittany's lips. Instead, she reattached their lips and pushed her tongue into Brittany's mouth.
Finally responding, Brittany gripped Santana's hips hardly and pulled them into her own. She felt Santana roll her hips forward and threw her head back at the sensation. Santana placed hard open-mouthed kisses to Brittany's neck, sucking and biting trying claiming the skin as her own. She wanted Brittany to know that she was in control.
She kissed down Brittany's chest as she opened the buttons of her shirt, tossing the irritating piece of clothing aside and pulling her tank top over her head. She pressed herself flush against Brittany's body rocking her hips into her one more time.
Brittany raised one of her legs to wrap around Santana's waist and hold her close against her own body. She didn't understand what was happening but she wasn't going to fight something she had wanted for a long time. She knew Santana knew what she was doing and if Santana was ready, so was she.
Santana dropped to her knees to slowly unzip the jeans and tug them down and away from Brittany's feet. She placed both palms on Brittany's legs and ran her hands up her body as she slowly stood up and pushed her roughly against the door one more time before shoving her hand ungracefully into Brittany's panties.
Brittany moaned out in surprise and let her head fall back against the door. Santana continued to lick and bite at Brittany's neck and run her tongue down across her collarbone.
She loved the taste that was Brittany. Even as she defiled the sweet girl she knew she harbored intense feelings for, she couldn't help but realize the cold, icy feeling she felt with Puck was instead replaced by a warm, comforting one.
Brittany was using her for sex; that she knew.
Puck used her for sex; that was also something she knew.
But what did she use them for?
Puck made her happy. He was always there when she needed someone. But she never felt right sleeping with him. She felt like she was betraying someone. Herself?
Being with Brittany was different. Here in the tiny, dark closet Brittany made her feel content. Brittany was everything.
"San…" Her name broke through the silence filled with deep breaths and heavy panting coming from the both of them.
"Hmm?" was the only thing she could muster between kisses and strokes.
"I'm so…I…lov…San" Was the last thing said before Brittany tumbled over the edge. Santana heard the beginning of a loud scream echo and quickly removed her hand from Brittany and used it to cover her mouth, muffling the cry.
Brittany leaned her forehead down against Santana's and breathed a few heavy breaths trying to catch her breath.
"Santana…that was…" Brittany began but was interrupted by a loud sniff indicating the other girl was crying. "San, what's wrong?"
Before she got an answer, Santana pulled the door open quickly and left her alone in the thick, dense air of the closet.
Santana ran through the party trying to hide her face and walked quickly out the front door of the house. She walked a few houses down and turned a corner before collapsing in the front yard of a house she didn't recognize. She pulled her knees to her chest and sobbed into her lap. She was unable to stop the unhindered tears from flowing down her face. She laid back into the soft grass and stared up at the sky through murky eyes still overflowing with wetness.
A/N: I know some of you are gonna be like "wtf was that? You just totally contradicted what she said to Quinn!"
And I totally did.
This chapter was really interesting to write for me cause a lot of what Santana said to Quinn about Brittany was actually from conversations I've had with people in real life. Most of the sappy stuff was stuff I said about various people in my life cause I'm a little bit of a hopeless romantic.
Oh, also, that story about people losing their virginity in a porta-potty, that literally happened to two people I know. They aren't my friends but well, lets just leave it at that :)
