Break Each Others Hearts Again
A/N: Thank you all for reviewing, hell even if you're just reading this! Btw, let me know if you have your own stories! I'd love to see what you guys are writing.;) Oh and the pace may be picking up after this one. Just fyi. hope you like it x
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Santana wakes with a splitting headache, freezing her ass off, and a sticky feeling on her cheek. She lifts her head with a groan, before quickly placing it back down on the bed. Closing her eyes. "Fuck." She moans.
She reaches out, patting every part of her bed until she finds her phone. She slowly opens her eyes to the blinding lights. Two new messages.
Kurt – I hope you feel like shit. Thanks for the party xx ;)
Quinn – Hows the head? Any chance on lunch? Q x
Santana rolls onto her bed, still in her costume from last night. She closes her eyes. Memories from the night flashing from her mind. The most recent one of kissing Quinn. Instigating the kiss. Wanting to kiss Quinn. Okay, she was drunk, but she was sure that she was old enough now to still make rational decisions, even if she was intoxicated.
Decisions.
Her mind flashes to the stupid decision she cringes at the thought. Of the guilt that suddenly rushes through her. She wants to be sick. Blair. Fucking Blair in the toilets. Kissing Quinn in the same night she fucked Blaine's sister.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" She shouts. "You idiot." She curses herself.
She gives into the pull. Replying to Quinn. I feel like death. Thanks for walking me home. ;)
She spreads her arms out, stretching. Her phone goes off, and a smile appears when she sees Quinn's name. We could bring you lunch and a movie? I have a child that needs to get out of the house. Only if you're up for it ;)
Santana ponders the thought. She's thankful she took the weekend off, having two days off to recover from the hangover she's currently bearing.
Bread sticks? ;) She replies. It's free food after all. And there's nothing wrong with some company. She knows that Quinn is a good cure for hangovers. At least she used to be.
I was waiting for you to ask. =P what time should we pop over?
Santana's stomach rumbles at the thought of food. Whenever suits you. Tummys rumbling though =P
Beth's practically out the door. See you soon. ;)
Santana let's out the breath she's holding onto. Is this a good choice? Can she do this? She decides there's only one way to find out.
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She decides she should at least shower. Washing her hair always makes her feel better. The hot water stings against her skin, just the way she likes it. The guilt returns in the shower. And she decides that she's not going to tell Quinn. Because, it meant nothing. And they're not together. She tells herself the reasons over and over, until she sure that she can do it. Forces herself to believe it.
Santana stands in front of the mirror, having dressed herself in a pair of sweat shorts, and a long sleeved shirt. Tying her hair up in a bun. At least she looks presentable.
But her skin is make up free, and she feels raw. Exposed. She's got nothing to hide behind. "What are you doing?" She asks herself. But she finds no answers. Just the sound of her apartment buzzer.
"It's us!" She hears Beth's voice over the intercom.
She presses the button, "Come up." her voice is hoarse. She unlocks the door for them. Opens the door when she hears a knock.
Beth practically tackles her, wrapping her arms around Santana's waist. "Hi Santana!"
"Hey cutie." Santana strokes her hair, her smile matching Beth's when the girl looks up.
"We brought your favorite." She holds up The Wizard of Oz DVD, "Mommy said you liked it."
Santana looks over to Quinn, whose watching the two of them adoringly. "Hi." she smiles.
"Hey." Santana replies, smiling with her eyes.
"I brought you bread sticks, water, Tylenol and chocolate. Oh and some-"
"Bacon?" Santana interjects. Quinn pulls out the accused item. "You haven't changed." Santana laughs. Taking the things with a "Thank you."
Beth gives Santana's apartment a one over, stopping to look at the photos on the shelves. Seeing photos of Santana and her family. Her siblings. Her cousins. Some with Kurt and Blaine. And a photo of two little girls. One Beth assumes is Santana.
"Who's this?" Beth asks, holding up the frame.
"That's me and my cousin Ange." Santana answers. Quinn automatically gives her a sympathetic smile. And Santana takes it. Remembering just how much Quinn knows about her.
"Honey, why don't you start the movie, while I cook us some lunch?" Quinn suggests, taking off her coat. Santana subtly rakes her eyes over Quinn's body. She wonders how it's possible that Quinn has had a baby, yet she's more in shape than Santana can remember.
"How about we pull out my mattress?" Santana suggests to Beth.
"Yeah!" Beth jumps with excitement.
"Think you're up for the challenge kid?" Santana leads the way to the bedroom.
Quinn watches as Santana and Beth attempt to drag the mattress through to the lounge. Which is more Santana dragging the thing by herself, while Beth tries her best to keep it steady. The smell of bacon already fills the room.
They drop the mattress to the ground, flopping onto it together. "Shit that was hard." Beth giggles at Santana's choice of words.
"Shit I meant-shit." Santana fails in her attempt to recover her words.
"Santana!" Quinn warns, dishing up the lunch she's prepared.
"Sorry." Santana winces, and Beth laughs harder because Santana got told off.
They eat lunch, while listening to Beth's story about watching a documentary on the musical 'Wicked'.
"She's never meeting Berry." Santana states through a mouthful.
Quinn laughs, covering her mouth.
"Whose Berry?" Beth asks confused.
"Your Mom's best friend." Santana tells her.
Quinn slaps Santana's arm playfully. "No she wasn't! And to be honest, she wasn't that bad."
Santana scoffs, "She was. She's pure evil. She's like the Wicked Witch of the West." Santana's eyes bulge with lies, and Beth hangs on her every word.
"I think you've mistaken her for yourself. And stop trying to corrupt my child." Quinn laughs, taking Beth's empty plate, placing it in the sink.
"Fine. But don't blame me when Beth starts wearing reindeer sweaters and knee high stockings." Santana follows Quinn to the bench, where they stand unknowingly close to one another.
"Ew." Beth screws up her face at the thought.
"Exactly!" Santana nods, earning a nudge from Quinn.
"How about that movie?" Quinn suggests. Beth's quick to claiming her spot in the middle of the mattress, leaving either side for the women.
Santana jumps in on one side, while Quinn takes the other. Quinn can't help but smile when Beth cuddles up to Santana, whilst being slightly jealous of her daughter. But she hides the jealousy, and presses her lips into an adoring smile at the two of them.
They watch the movie, while Santana and Beth sing along to the songs. Beth giggles at the ridiculous voice Santana uses to imitate the characters; Quinn reminisces in the memories of a younger Santana doing the exact same.
"Can we watch another one?" Beth asks her mother after the movie ends.
"You'll have to ask Santana." Quinn tells her. Beth's head snaps to Santana with a pleading grin.
Santana rolls her eyes, "How can I say no to that. There's some up there, go pick."
Beth gets up and trails over to the shelves, deciding on a movie. Leaving the barrier she created between the two women free. Quinn steals a glance of Santana's body under the sheets. What she would give to slide over and steal her daughters spot. But she knows Beth would argue with her, and she doesn't want to make Santana uncomfortable. It's too early, isn't it?
Beth turns around holding up a DVD with a grin. "Can we watch this? It's a musical!"
Santana looks to Quinn for approval. "Rent? Honey, that might be a bit rated for you?"
Beth's face turns into a frown at her mother, and Santana can't help but laugh. "Oh come on Q. It's not that bad. Plus, Rosario Dawson is hot."
Beth adds in a, "Yeah Q."
Quinn's eyes widen at her daughters cheek. "That's Mom to you Missy. And fine, but I will blame you if she starts parading around in next to nothing." She warns Santana.
"Yus!" Beth pops the DVD in and scrambles back into her spot. "Thanks Mommy." She kisses her mothers forehead before cuddling back into Santana.
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Half way through the movie, Beth falls asleep. Her little snore makes Santana laugh. "She's cute." Santana says out loud.
"Yeah. She is. I can take her if you want." Quinn offers, but Santana merely shakes her head.
"Nah, she's I kind of have to pee." Santana gently eases Beth onto the mattress before she heads to the bathroom.
She returns, finding Beth to have rolled all the way over, stealing her spot. Santana automatically takes the couch.
"I can move her over." Quinn tells her.
"She's okay." Santana replies, sitting up on the couch.
Quinn gently scoots over to the middle, patting the empty spot next to her. It's a risk, but she's willing to take it.
Santana looks down ta the empty spot, then over to Quinn who has cuddled into Beth, leaving it up to Santana to make the move. She's reluctant at first. But the exposed skin on Quinn's back, and the with the way everything looks so comfortable, Santana gives in. She slides in next to Quinn. Careful not to touch anywhere she shouldn't.
She pulls the blanket up over herself, and does her best to keep to herself. But her hearts racing, and she can't keep up with the movie. All she knows is that she's under a blanket, with Quinn next to her. Merely just an inch away. She could stretch out her fingertips, and touch the woman. But she does everything she can not to.
All the will she has goes out the window, when Quinn turns, resting her head on Santana's shoulder. She does her best not to flinch at the touch. She tenses, before relaxing into it.
"Is this okay?" Quinn whispers. Her breath rushing over Santana's chest.
"Watch the movie Q." Santana tells her, resting her head on top of the blondes.
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Quinn wakes from the sleep she never intended on having. But everything was so warm, and she was so comfortable that the sleep just overcame her. It's dark out. She feels a weight on her shoulder, and an arm draped over her middle. She looks down with a smile, at the sleeping Latina, with her head buried in the crook of Quinn's neck. She gently brushing back the offending piece of hair that's covering Santana's face. She thinks maybe she shouldn't, but she can't help it. She places a gentle kiss on Santana's temple.
The Latina stirs in her sleep, muttering something in which Quinn thinks is Spanish. Burying her head even further into the woman. Quinn giggles at how adorable Santana is. She hasn't changed at all.
"Sleeping." Santana's groans.
"We should go before my child takes over your bed." Quinn whispers into Santana's hair.
But the raven haired woman answers by tightening her grip on Quinn's waist. "Stay." She mumbles.
"Pardon?" Quinn assumes that Santana isn't think right. Because first, she never thought she's wake up in Santana's arms, let alone have her asking her to stay.
"Just stay." She says more clear this time, pulling Quinn closer.
"Santana?" Quinn asks with a serious tone.
Santana pulls back, brown eyes meeting hazel. "Don't complicate this Q. Please."
Quinn leans in, kissing the Latina harder than she should. Earning herself a growl from the back of Santana's throat. Quinn pulls apart as soon as Santana goes for more. "Child still in the bed." She smirks.
Santana pouts, falling back onto the pillow, pulling Quinn into her. "This is so fucked up." She whispers into Quinn's hair.
"Language." Quinn slaps her arm.
"She's asleep!" Santana defends, rolling her eyes.
Quinn's lips press into a dreamy smile as she falls asleep, while Santana lays awake a little longer, wondering just what the fuck she's thinking. How she let herself get here? How she let her guard down so easy? She want's this. At least she thinks she does. But everything is so complicated, that she just wants to let go. SO for now, lying in her bed, holding Quinn, with Beth on the other side. It all feels so right. Because to Santana, everything feels right when she's horizontal, under the sheets, hiding away from the world. From the complications.
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Beth wakes in the morning, grinning at the sight of her mother and Santana wrapped in each others arms. She's sure to not disturb them as she climbs out of the bed, occupying herself with a book.
The sound of the door unlocking snatches Beth's attention. She looks up curiously towards the door, eyes flicking back to her mother and Santana who haven't moved at the sound.
In walk two men Beth instantly recognizes from the photo's on Santana's shelves. She looks back, this time finding her mother awake, and pulling back at the sight of Kurt and Blaine.
"Morning all!" Kurt greets, grinning wickedly at the situation he's walked in on.
Quinn nudges Santana awake. The Latina groans, rolling over, peering through tired eyes. She rolls her eyes, falling back down on her pillow, "Have you ever heard of knocking?"
"Why have a key then? Hello Quinn." Kurt turns his attention to the shy blonde.
"Hey." She greets, fixing her hair.
"Hi." Beth greets from her spot.
"Hello there. Let me guess, you must be Beth?" Kurt extends a hand to the girl.
"How did you know?" Beth asks with wonder.
"I've heard a lot about you. I'm Santana's friend, Kurt. And this is Blaine." Kurt steps back. Blaine waves at the girl.
"Again, what are you doing here?" Santana interrupts, rude with a rasp in her voice.
"Santana!" Quinn interjects.
"We came to see if you were alive. And to see if you were up for some brunch? All of you of course." Kurt smiles at all three of them.
Santana looks to Quinn, "We wouldn't want to intrude." Quinn replies timidly.
Kurt shakes his head, "Nonsense. We can even take the little one to the park. So, Sanny, what do you say?"
Beth gasps with excitement. Pleading eyes with Santana. "Only if you stop calling me that." She gives in. "But I need a shower. Do you want to borrow some clothes?" She asks Quinn.
"Are you sure?" Quinn says more privately.
"Yeah. Wait, what about Beth?"
Quinn rolls her eyes, "She has some clothes in the car." Santana frowns, "Don't ask." Quinn elaborates.
"Right. SO you lovely ladies go get ready, and we'll watch this one for you." Kurt shoos them towards the room.
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Santana opens her drawers, picking out some clothes for herself. She turns, jumping at just how close Quinn is to her. Not realizing the blonde was right behind her.
"Hi." Quinn smiles. Santana shivers at the warmth of her breath.
"Hi." She manages.
Quinn eyes travel over Santana's lips, hunger so evident in the hazel pools. "I really want to kiss you right now."
Santana licks her lips at the seduction, leaning in, she connects her lips to Quinn's eager mouth. They push against one another, fighting for further access. Quinn's the first one to allow Santana's tongue in. She swirls hers against the Latina's. Santana was always such an amazing kisser.
Hands starts to roam, and feet begin to move, taking the situation to the base of Santana's bed. Santana straddles Quinn's thighs, leaning down, sucking on the blondes neck.
"This isn't comfortable." Quinn breathes, clutching onto Santana's shirt.
Santana stops. Pulls back, and rolls off, laying down next to Quinn. She uses her thumb to wipe the corners of her mouth. Breathing in to somehow calm her libido.
They lay there, staring at the ceiling in silence. Heavy breathing being the only sound.
"What does this mean?" Quinn asks aloud.
Santana pauses for a moment, before replying. "I don't know."
"I really like you Santana."
"I like you too." Santana cringes at the fact that she's admitting it.
"But not enough." Quinn's sad voice replies.
Santana sighs, "I'm just-"
"Scared? I know. So am I. But why should we be? I want this. I want to try. Can't that be enough? We can go slow. Whatever you want. Just so you-"
Quinn's words are cut off by Santana's lips against her. "I need to shower." She rolls off the bed, leaving a frustrated Quinn.
"Santana." She pleads.
Santana stops, looking back with a tight smile, "Trying. Right?" Quinn nods as Santana leaves the room.
Santana steps through into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Taking a deep breath, her back falls against the maple wood. She screws her eyes shut tight. Looking up for an answer.