A/N: And here we go again... another chapter and more random. I seem to be getting stranger and stranger as the days wear on.
I never thought that I'd be writing a story like this but y'all wanna know something?
I TOTALLY ENJOY THIS!
I think this is gonna be a thing for me for a long time. All the encouragement from your readers makes this story easy to continue. Well, that and the seeming endless amounts of chocolate it takes to complete a chapter and my super overactive imagination. Hahaha.
Either way, I'm happy to be writing.
Anyway... enough about me. I don't own Glee or any of its characters. I'm just random and like to play house with Quinn, Santana, and Rachel in my mind. It keeps me young.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Santana! Do you have any idea how inappropriate it is for you be doing that in broad daylight?! I think I'm going blind. Oh God... I wish I can un-see what I just saw. My delicate sensibilities. QUINN! Do something about this... I need water and to get as far away from... I gotta go."
And out goes Berry, still mumbling to herself about propriety and indecency while waving her hands wildly.
Quinn just smirks at me from the doorway as her girlfriend retreats from the room.
"So, S... Do I even WANNA know what the cause of your little show was? Or should I just tell Rachel you had an out of body experience?"
She walks over to me and sits down at the foot of my bed while slowly crossing a leg over the other and raising her eyebrow at me.
I can't stop the gasp that comes out of my mouth when I yank my fingers out of myself and glare at her the best way I can while covering my lower body with my blankets before responding to her.
"Har har, 16 and pregnant. I wasn't paying attention to the time and apparently my door wasn't locked so what can ya do. It's also not my fault that you two seem to be allergic to knocking on doors before entering someone else's bedroom, anyway, so I have NO sympathy for Berry getting an eyeful of my sexy," I say while reaching over to my nightstand to retrieve a bottle of sanitizer and squirt a bit into my hands to rid them of my juices before putting it back.
Quinn's watchful eyes take in my every move and I could swear I saw her lick her lips momentarily while I applied the solution to my hands slowly before dropping the crossed leg to the floor with a thud.
Before I can comment, her facial expression changes to one of seeming indifference.
"Hmm. I'm not trying to excuse her outburst or our untimely arrival. I was actually amused by your flexibility. I've never seen you use moves like that in Cheerio practice, Santana. I think you've been holding out on me."
I raise my own eyebrow at Quinn and smirk while waving away her comment with my, now clean, hand dismissively then drop it to the bed at my side.
"I don't need to explain myself to you or the tiny dancer, Quinnifer. I hope the midget learns a lesson about barging into other people's personal space like that and I'm ain't gonna pretend to be embarrassed about enjoying my private time in my own room. She can stew for alls I care."
Quinn tilts her head to the side and regards me with a strange expression before giving me a small smile.
"I'm sorry that we busted into your room without announcing ourselves but, in our defense, neither one of us thought you'd be in here fucking your own brains out either so I'd say we're at an impasse. Wouldn't you, S?"
She uses a hand to play with the blankets near my right hand before flicking my fingertips playfully and I roll my eyes while slapping her hand away.
"I admit to nothing, Q. What do you two here so early, anyway? I thought the plan was that you took come by later this afternoon so we could get our crazy on this weekend?"
Quinn leans back on her hands and sighs while looking up at the ceiling before replying.
"Well, Rach wanted to drop by and ask you if there were any things we should pick up for you at the store today before we came over tonight. I tried to explain to her that a phone call would be just as effective as a visit but she went on and on about how you'd probably forget something important and it would be better to come by and talk to you in person in order to get a more accurate grocery list. You know Rachel."
I nod my head and smirk because I know exactly how long that conversation must have lasted and I almost feel bad for Q... ALMOST.
"Grocery list? I swear, Berry is an old woman from the 50's that's been given a second chance at adolescence or something. You know what to get for me at the store, Q. I trust you to knows what I wants," I say in a low voice while wiggling my eyebrows at the sexual innuendo.
I'm rewarded with a blush and a playful glare.
"Don't start with me, Santana. I just saw more of your anatomy than I EVER thought I would. I'm still trying to process what I'm feeling right now. Don't make me call my girlfriend back in here so she can lecture you on flirting with other people's significant others."
I stick my tongue out at Quinn and lean forward to tap her on the nose with a finger before pointing behind her towards my dresser.
"You were more fun BEFORE you were tamed by the shrew, Q. Now... go fetch my sweats so we can go downstairs and I's can do damage control with the hobbit."
Shouldn't have gotten so close to Quinn because I can smell her perfume, jasmine and lavender, and my pupils dilate slightly. I can see that Quinn hasn't completely gotten over her arousal at seeing me with my fingers caught in the "cookie jar" so we end up staring at each other for a few charged moments before she slowly pulls back and gets up to walk over to my dresser. She grabs a pair of black drawstring sweats, tosses them at me, then makes her way over to the door.
"Oh, and Quinn? Do us both a favor and stop acting like you didn't wish your were the one between my legs earlier. We both know better than to lie to one another. We may not always see eye to eye but, we both know the score here... and let Berry know she's not as good of an actress as she pretends to be. If you two ever wanna play, all you have to do is ask."
Quinn stares at me with a blank face for a moment before slowly allowing a lop-sided smile to appear.
"I'm gonna go calm my girlfriend down so please, try not to get sucked into another round while we're in the living room, Santana."
She winks at me while opening the door to leave the room, the sound of her husky chuckle ringing in my ears even after the door closes.
I throw my covers back, get up and put on my sweats while sighing loudly.
"Yep. I'm DEFINITELY gonna need to make sure I lock my door from now on," I mutter to myself while heading into the bathroom to quickly brush my teeth.
