Thanks to everyone who reviewed on the last update. I was really surprised by the number of guests who did. Thank you to all those who reviewed/followed/favorited for your continued support! I'll be working these next two days, so here's something to clear things up between Rachel and Quinn. Sorry for any and all mistakes!
The two former Cheerios stared each other down, Quinn daring Santana to say something else and Santana refusing to back down to her former head cheerleader and the authority that she used to have over her.
Rachel just looked back and forth between them. The only thing she had really caught was Santana saying something about a one-night stand. When did Quinn have a one-night stand with someone? Did she have it in college? How many?
The tension in the air was palpable, and she could feel herself being transported back to the halls of McKinley where she could remember them frequently squaring off against one another in the same manner.
Quinn would be lying if she said that Santana wasn't as good looking as she used to be. In high school, she was insecure and would compare herself to other girls, the most frequent being Santana. It was a part of the brainwashing done by her father that made her feel like she had to constantly be better than every other girl.
Santana was like some sort of goddess, and she would never admit that to anyone. Well, she would never admit that to her face. She had often been jealous of Santana's confidence and ability to speak her mind, her hair was great, and her boobs were awesome. The list went on and on.
Quinn's eyes traced Santana's figure, trying to inconspicuously check out how Santana's body looked after all this time. They traced her body, starting at her legs and going up. Her legs were still toned which meant that she probably worked out, and she was still very thin. It looked like her boobs had gotten even bigger too. Like, boob job bigger. Was it possible to get two boob jobs in a lifetime? She didn't want to think about all the silicone.
Still, she appreciated the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips. Ladies and gentleman, Santana Lopez was still super sexy.
Trying to not get too caught up on the view of her cleavage, she continued looking up until she reached the signature smirk.
"Checkin' me out Fabray? Wanky. You're lookin' pretty hot too. Almost better than I remember." Santana bit her lip and winked.
Quinn snorted and shook her head. Any appreciative thoughts she may have had flew out the window. "I may have looked Lopez, but I'm definitely not interested."
"Like I haven't heard that one before." The Latina scoffed and crossed her arms.
Quinn already had a comeback ready and aimed to fire, but Rachel's voice derailed her from her train of thought.
"What are you guys talking about? I'm so confused. Quinn, were you really checking her out?" Rachel was looking at her with a slight frown and her fingers were rubbing her temple.
The blonde's shoulders slumped. She put herself in that one. "I haven't seen her in 3 years Rach. Of course I want to see what she looks like. But I'm not interested in her or anything. Not one bit." She emphasized the last part by directing the statement towards Santana.
The Latina rolled her eyes. "Oh please. I'm not nearly interested in you either. Been there, done that," she sneered.
"Santana!" Quinn stood up and looked at her, appalled. "What the hell do you think you're doing? How the hell did you even get in here?"
The girl put her hands on her hips. "I lived with Rachel for 4 years! I know that she keeps a spare key underneath the welcome mat that she demands to keep in the hallway! If you want to blame anyone for twat-swatting your little makeout session that was clearly about to happen, then blame shortstack over there. And no, I really don't want to hear your defense or the dirty little details about it either."
She turned to Rachel and picked up her hands, exasperated, "As I was saying, the hallway is carpeted Rachel. How many times have I told you that you don't need to keep a mat out there?"
"I've told you tons of times that it makes the loft seem homey, and I like to be prepared for any and all circumstances!" Rachel yelled defensively. "Why is that such a crime? We've gotten locked out tons of times and the key has come in handy. That's proof that we should keep the mat!"
"It's also none of your business what Rachel and I do," Quinn added when Rachel had finished her rant.
Santana stepped back and continued to look at Rachel who was nodding her head, agreeing with what Quinn had said.
"Fine," She said, hurt. "I haven't seen you in months Rachel and all I wanted to do was catch up with you." She folded her arms again and frowned. "Thanks for making me feel so welcome."
Rachel sighed, "Santana don't do that. You're always welcome here and of course we can catch up. I'm just surprised that you're here and I've heard a lot of stuff that I don't really understand and I'd like to be given an explanation for." She gave Quinn a pointed look and the blonde looked away to escape her piercing eyes.
"And that's not to mention that I haven't heard from you in weeks. It's not my fault that you've been too busy to talk to me."
Santana nodded shamefully and Quinn shook her head to herself. She was furious with the Latina for letting everything out like that. Honestly, it had slipped her mind to tell Rachel about their wedding night tryst because they hadn't even talked that much about Santana since they had become a couple. She would have told her on her own when it was just them because her being told like this was the last way she would have ever wanted her to find out.
As soon as she saw Santana, she began to think about her past and hearing her compare her relationship with Rachel to a one-night stand infuriated her. Santana didn't know anything about their relationship or her motives. Why did she have to be so snarky and in your face? Couldn't she have at least waited a few minutes for them to explain their relationship before she made inappropriate comments? No, instead she had to say something the moment she walked in.
Everything was going perfectly. She was more confident with herself, but now she was scared again. It didn't matter what some douchebag said about them in the street, but it certainly mattered when a friend said something.
True they hadn't talked in years, but you never really stop being friends with someone that you've known for such a long time. The type of relationship they had had always been this way. No matter what argument or stupid rumor that they heard in the halls, they were there for each other no matter what. And they were nothing but honest each and every time.
But what if she didn't approve of her for Rachel? She had been friends with Rachel and lived with her too, so it was obvious that they would be very close. Would she try to convince Rachel to stop seeing her?
One of her biggest fears was not being accepted and told to leave by the ones that she loved. Her parents kicking her out from her home at such a vulnerable time in her life had scarred her. And now, Santana coming back at yet another vulnerable moment, when she was laying out her heart for Rachel, scared the hell out of her.
Quinn rubbed her eyes with the heel of her hands. It was something that she had started doing whenever she felt particularly stressed.
"Look," she said. "This is entire thing has happened way too fast. One second I'm sitting here enjoying my night, and the next my past is being out on display for all to hear."
She made eye contact with Rachel. "Rach, I know you're the most confused out of all of us. I'll explain everything that Santana and I have said. I'll be in my room when you want to talk. See you later, Santana."
The blonde waved bye to them half-heartedly and walked off to her room. Rachel and Santana watched as she slowly walked away.
"I'm very disappointed in you," Rachel spoke lowly, turning back to the Latina. "You haven't seen her in years and the first thing you do is make some unnecessary comment."
"Would you rather I shack up with her like you seem to be doing?" She regretted it the moment she said, but it was the first thing that had popped into her head. When she felt threatened, she went to her angry place.
"You're very lucky that I'm not going to slap you for what you've just said. You have no idea how badly I want to," Rachel said coldly.
"Sorry…" Santana genuinely apologized. "You know I don't mean any of it. You don't think that I'm disappointed though? I talked to Lady Hummel earlier and he told me that you were dating someone and refused to give any details. At first I was hurt that you hadn't told me yourself, but I let it go. I thought I would surprise you and come home early so we could catch up and talk about everything. I have stuff to tell you too, you know?"
Rachel looked down guilty, so she continued.
"It never occurred to me that when I walked in you'd be cuddled up with some girl, especially not Quinn freaking Fabray. I'm sorry I freaked out and started acting like a bitch. I'm kinda pissed at her for not talking to me either, so I have a lot of rage."
Rachel got up from the couch and crossed her arms. "I don't need to give you an explanation for what you saw, but I will talk to you about it later. What you do need to know is that Quinn is now living in your room and the other room is filled with stuff. If you're going to live here again, we'll have to clean it out tomorrow which means you'll be sleeping on the couch tonight. After I finish speaking with Quinn, I'll come back out here and hang out with you. While you wait for me to get back, you should think about how to apologize for what you said to her."
The brunette walked around the couch to give Santana a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I can't wait to hear all about your trip. Now, if you'll excuse me."
And with that, she strode down the hallway and knocked on Quinn's door.
"Just a moment," Quinn responded to the knock.
Rachel scoffed, "I'm not waiting for you again Quinn. You better be dressed or something because I'm coming in."
She opened the door and chuckled when she saw Quinn running from the trash can that was overflowing with crumpled up paper.
"Had problems folding the crane," she teased.
"I told you it was hard," Quinn replied as she plopped down on her bed and stretched out.
She massaged her back as Rachel walked to the bed.
Rachel lay down next to her and moved the wispy hair out of her eyes. "I totally forgot about your back. Is it okay from the bike riding we did today?"
The photographer shrugged. "I run enough every other day to keep my endurance, so I think I should be okay. I think it's just stress from earlier."
"Yeah earlier…" Rachel echoed. "Wanna tell me what that was all about?"
Quinn got comfortable once more and exhaled. "What Santana and I were talking about was something that happened on the night of Mr. Shue's wedding when we were all back in Lima." She stopped to breathe, not knowing what to say next.
Rachel touched her cheek, anxiety clear in her eyes. "I'm here to listen to you, Quinn. If you upset me, I won't yell at you until you've finished."
Quinn laughed, shakily rubbing her eyes again to gather her nerves.
"She was telling the truth when she said that I was checking her out…" She peeked through her fingers to see Rachel's reaction, but the diva remained unfazed.
Ugh. I can't do this with her quiet. "On second thought, I want your input while I talk. It'll help me not back out or omit things. I want to be absolutely truthful with you. A silent Rachel Berry is a dangerous Rachel Berry," she tried to joke.
Only then did Rachel begin to show emotion. Her eyes began to tear up slightly. "While you were checking her out, did you think that she was prettier than me?"
Her voice was so small and sounded to be on the verge of breaking.
Quinn's heart clenched. "Prettier than you? No. Why would you ever think something like that? Santana is a beautiful girl in her own way, but you, Rachel Berry, are the most beautiful girl that I've ever met. Plus, Santana's got nothing on you because you also just so happen to be the sexiest woman I've ever seen! I swear she got another boob job, but yours look way better than hers ever will."
"Rachel… being with you makes me feel so many things… and a good number of those things are sexy things. You're my girlfriend and I care about you deeply. It's crossed my mind more than once how I'll be able to express that to you physically. I know we're not ready for that yet, but please believe me when I say that you make me feel…" She stopped trying to search for a different way of saying it.
"Turned on?" Rachel supplied after Quinn remained quiet.
She giggled when Quinn's cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
The blonde groaned when she felt the heat rush to her cheeks. "Yes, Rachel. You make me feel that."
"I want you to say it out loud."
"What?" Quinn squeaked. "I'm not saying that out loud!"
"Come on, Quinn. You're normally so confident. Why can't you say four little words?"
"Because it's so embarrassing, love," the blonde whined.
"Say it."
Quinn huffed, "Fine. You turn me on Rach. Happy?"
"Oh come on. Say it like you mean it."
"You turn me on Rachel."
"Louder. I want you to scream it."
Quinn's eyes widened. "Scream it? I'm not going to scream it Rach. Santana will hear and she'll never let me hear the end of it."
"Oh?" Rachel's eyebrow rose. "So what Santana thinks of you is more important than doing this one little thing for me?"
"Well, no, but-"
"Scream it, Quinn."
"Rachel, I"
"Scream it, Quinn!"
"But sweetie why do I-"
"I said scream it!"
Wanting to be done with it, Quinn leaned back so she wouldn't scream in Rachel's face and yelled loudly, "You turn me on so much, Rachel Berry!"
The brunette began to crack up and she fell back on the bed, clutching at her stomach and gasping for air. " Holy heaven… I can't believe you actually… "I can't believe… Wow, you actually did it."
Quinn became annoyed by Rachel's laughter. "Well, you didn't exactly give me a choice."
Hearing the bitterness in Quinn's tone, Rachel's laughter died down and she resumed her place next to Quinn on her side to reassure her that she wasn't making fun of her.
As soon as they made eye contact, Quinn pouted and looked away.
"Quinn I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry."
The blonde shook her head. "I'm not upset. I'm just a little embarrassed."
Tears threatened her vision once more. "You're embarrassed because you had to say it about me?"
Why was Rachel asking her that? Hadn't she made it clear enough that she only wanted her? She had just told her that she thought she was sexy and turned her on. After thinking about it, she realized that maybe Rachel was feeling slightly insecure.
Firstly, Quinn had checked out Santana. Secondly, she admitted that Santana was a beautiful girl. But she also said that Rachel was the most beautiful, sexy girl that she had ever met, so why was she so upset? It was probably because lastly, she didn't want to yell loud enough that she was turned on by Rachel because she didn't want Santana to hear.
When she didn't answer Rachel right away, the brunette started to cry harder.
"Baby…" Quinn scooted even closer to the diva and nuzzled her neck, wrapping her up in her arms to soothe her.
The brunette continued to cry softly.
Quinn wanted to make Rachel see that she was wanted, so she moved her lips onto Rachel's neck. "Rachel…" she whispered into the brunette's neck and kissed it tenderly.
She kissed a trail up to Rachel's ear, and after each kiss, the brunette began to relax more and more. When she reached Rachel's ear, she whispered softly, "I'm sorry that I said that I was embarrassed. I'm sorry that I freaked out and put my pride above your feelings. I'm so sorry, and I can explain everything to you. Don't you dare ever think that you don't turn me on though."
Her hand travelled down the girl's shoulder and arm and came to rest upon her hip. Her heart was beating hard when she realized their position. She could feel Rachel's breasts pressed snuggly against hers, and she could feel Rachel's stomach graze her own after every breath. The feeling was intoxicating and she prayed that Rachel couldn't feel the thumping of her heart.
By now, Rachel had stopped crying and was breathing heavily in her ear, sniffling periodically.
To reassure her words, Quinn squeezed Rachel's hip lightly and kissed her again, just under her ear with the slightest parting of her lips so that it made a sound. Rachel gasped and it was the best thing she had ever heard, so she did it again.
This time however, she moved her hand to the small of Rachel's back and applied pressure so that Rachel arched her back and pushed her chest into her own. She pushed her chest back into Rachel's and pressed her lips onto the brunette's soft, warm skin.
Her lips parted more as she began to leave open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat. She could feel Rachel's pulse with each kiss, and it was driving her crazy. She wanted nothing more than for their hearts to beat in time. The blonde reveled in the soft gasps that her girlfriend was continuing to make, and she wanted more.
Each sounds coming from Rachel's parted lips were short and breathy, they were small pants that sounded almost needy, and she didn't realize just how involved she was in what she was doing until her other hand came up to pull down Rachel's blouse to reveal the base of her neck and her collarbone.
When Rachel tilted her head back to expose more of her throat, Quinn could just barely make out a vein in the brunette's throat that made her instantly hungry for more. She released a soft whine when she saw it, and immediately attached her lips to give it a hard suck.
She was practically on top of the diva now, with one hand keeping Rachel's head back to leave her throat exposed, and the other just on the slope of Rachel's bottom. Her mouth continued to move further down Rachel's neck, her tongue darting out to lick at the sweet-tasting skin of her girlfriend. She peppered her collarbone with kisses before her lips became attached to it and started sucking roughly at where it jutted out.
At this same moment, her hand had moved fully on Rachel's ass. She palmed it and squeezed, making Rachel groan deeply and buck into Quinn's hips that were pinned against her. She felt a shock of want pass through her when she felt the swaying of hips against her.
Intrigued by the sound, she did it again, this time nibbling at the skin and causing Rachel to jolt forward. When the diva did this, her knee accidentally grazed Quinn's sensitive center and she tore herself away from Rachel's neck with a loud gasp.
She took several breaths to calm herself and could hear Rachel doing the same just in front of her. They were both holding onto each other and Quinn still had the brunette's ass in the palm of her hand.
She opened her eyes and came face to face with Rachel's moist, parted lips. She could just imagine Rachel panting and licking them to keep from getting dry. The feeling she had in the pit of her stomach tingled and she closed her eyes again to make the feeling go away.
Once both of their breathing slowed, her eyes opened again and she bit her lip when the first thing she saw this time was Rachel's dark eyes and mussed hair.
She knew that she probably looked the exact same way, so all she did was smile contentedly and begin to chuckle.
"What's so funny?" Rachel tried to fix her and smiled.
Quinn laughed harder. "What's funny is that you thought that you didn't turn me on! Rachel I was basically on top of you just a second ago. I hope that clears your doubts because that was so fucking hot for me I don't even know what to do with myself right now. God, you should see how sexy you look right now."
The girl giggled and snuggled up to her. "Oh, I believe you Quinn… I don't know how I could've ever doubted you. That was very hot for me too. And if you think I'm sexy, you should see yourself."
"Yeah we need to do that again sometime soon," Quinn said excitedly.
Rachel kissed her forehead. "We have plenty of time to do all of that and more Miss Fabray. Right now though, I want you to tell me about what happened between you and Santana at Mr. Shue's wedding. While kissing you was more than pleasant, I haven't forgotten what I really came in here for."
"I know…" Quinn spoke timidly. "What I need to tell you was…"
"Yes?" Rachel urged.
Quinn took a breath and said as fast as she could, "On the night of the wedding, I slept with Santana twice."
"Oh."
"Oh?" Quinn looked into Rachel's eyes to find out what she meant by that.
"I uh," Rachel cleared her throat. "I didn't know that you had been with other women before me." She picked on a loose thread on Quinn's cardigan to occupy her hands.
"Santana was the last person I've slept with in the last 3 years, and the only woman I've ever done anything like that with." Quinn clarified. "Well, I guess you're included in that now, seeing as we're together. But it's been 3 years since I've been with anyone."
Rachel released the breath she had been holding during Quinn's explanation. "Me too," she admitted. "Finn was my last person…" Her lip quivered, so Quinn hugged her and didn't let go.
"I want a future with you, Rachel. Santana said stuff about a one-night stand because she's pissed at me for not talking to her after I went back to Yale the next day. I haven't talked to her since then, so I guess she is right to be mad. We were best friends after all… What happened with her was an experiment, but with you it's real. I want everything with you, Rachel. I hope it's not too soon to say something like that."
"It's not too early. We have a lot of history, so it's nothing that'll scare me off. I'm so glad that you're here helping me feel things that I thought I would never feel again. I'm not wanting to let you go anytime soon."
"Are you mad at me for what I did with Santana?" Quinn's voice sounded like a child.
Rachel cupped her girlfriend's cheek and kissed her lips gently, lingering to convey that she was not at all upset with her.
"It was a long time ago, sweetie. I was with Finn that night too, so I have no place being upset with you because we were two different people than we are now. You do have to promise me however that I won't come home to you and Santana kissing or something."
Quinn scoffed, "Oh please like I would ever give you up for Santana." She stuck out her tongue and made a face of disgust.
Rachel kissed her cheek again and held onto her tightly. "Thank you for being honest with me, Quinn."
"If I lied, you would have killed me," Quinn shrugged.
"Very funny and true," Rachel said.
They quieted down and held each other. Rachel thanked Quinn for the date once more and Quinn joked that next weekend would be Rachel's to plan, which she wholeheartedly agreed to.
Their fingers trailed up each other's arms and felt the lines that were present on palms, learning how each other felt intimately. Although they were still clothed, Rachel felt like she was completely naked with Quinn and completely comfortable with all she had to give.
"You need to go talk to her," the blonde whispered in the quiet of the room.
"You do too. I think she's really hurt seeing you like this."
"I will," Quinn promised. "But you first." When Rachel seemed to relax further into her, she patted her behind softly, "Come on baby, you gotta get up and go."
The brunette groaned and whined as she kissed Quinn's lips one last time and rolled swiftly off the bed. She stood at the door and watched her girlfriend laying there with a smile on her face. "I'm going to tell you the same thing I told her," Rachel warned. "While I'm gone you better be thinking of how to apologize."
Quinn gulped and nodded seriously. "You got it."
As Rachel walked out the door she heard Quinn call out, "Should I play the funeral march while I wait?"
So what did y'all think? Up next will be the Santana/Rachel talk and the Santana/Quinn talk.
What did you guys think of Santana? Did you like how everything was handled?
And quick question. I'm thinking of ditching Dani all together. Who's up for some Brittana? I don't think they'll be a major part of the story, but they'll be mentioned. Tell me what you'd like to see.
Until next time, XOXO
