So, I have to apologize to you guys that have been reading this particular fic first. I had to take on a few extra projects than expected this summer, which eventually meant stepping away from some of my fun time. However, I thought I submitted the last part of this fic before I dropped off the face of the fanfic world, but apparently, I didn't. Again, my bad, hope everyone had an amazing summer and here's the finally part to A Dream of Dreams...
The whole first weekend was one continuous sex feast, which drove Kurt and Rachel nuts. The two crazed roommates rotating on who should knock on the door, asking if they would at least come out to say hello; Quinn and Santana even showered together, which only reminded Quinn of the morning after Mr. Schue's wedding, and all she wanted was to reenact it, making Santana's grin grow. Once they were finished they tried to contain their giggling fit as they tip-toed back to Santana's room slamming and locking the door before Kurt and Rachel were able to get there. They only enraged Kurt more when they ordered take out and slipped the money under the bedroom door, asking him to pay so they wouldn't have to put on any clothes. Kurt had a small temper tantrum, but after Quinn poked her face out with an overly sad look pasted on her face, he rolled his eyes and obliged.
It was good Quinn and Santana had their bohemian weekend, because once Monday came along, things were entirely different. She had her internship and Santana was off to work, both working longer hours than anticipated. The first night Quinn was kept at the office until almost eight at night since the law firm her internship was at just landed a big case and they wanted every document gathered, copied, faxed, and run over somewhere and back again. She was utterly exhausted and fell asleep practically on top of Santana's lips.
The next night Santana was stuck covering the day and half of the late shift so they both ended up sprawled out on the bed, dead asleep. It took almost two weeks for all of them to get used to the crazy summer schedules and Rachel begged them to have dinner with her and Kurt that evening, hating that not only did they never see one another, but was through being tormented by Santana's lack of divulgement about their relationship.
"Ok Rach," Santana said laughing and shaking her head at Rachel's pleading puppy dog eyes.
"It's fine with me too, I'll call if I'm running late again," Quinn added, giving Santana a quick kiss as she dashed out the door.
Since Kurt and Rachel were both involved with summer programs at NYADA, they ordered pizza, picked up beer and hand everything out and ready as Quinn opened the loft door.
"You guys are fabulous." Quinn said exhausted, as she tossed her purse on the couch and took a seat at the kitchen table. "Where's Santana?"
"Shower," Kurt answered taking a seat next to her.
"So seriously, how did this all happen?" Rachel asked looking defeated.
"This is really killing you isn't it?"
"I'm just baffled, but I guess what they say is true, there's a thin line between love and hate." Quinn smiled as she sipped her beer.
"Must be." She answered eying Santana as she walked down the hall drying her hair.
"Oh good, you guys were able to pick up some beer to go with the pizza, I see you're getting used to that fake ID I got for you, I'm so proud of you Berry."
Santana grabbed a beer, easily twisted off the cap and flicked it in the garbage, while Rachel was still working to open hers.
"So," she started as she sat across from Quinn, their eyes somehow doing what they could to tease each other. "What would you like to know Rach?"
"How? When? Where?" They both laughed.
"Drinks and loneliness at Mr. Schue's Valentine's Day joke of a wedding, the hotel room. Wow that was easy." Santana answered, snagging a piece of pizza.
"Oh no you don't, you didn't get to torture me for weeks and get away that easily."
"Torture you? We were the ones a part for weeks unable to ravage one another with our magical fingers."
"Santana," Rachel screeched.
"I can tell them, if you want. I don't want you to lose your bad-ass image." Santana smirked at Quinn at first, but her face soon softened as she nodded.
"Ok." Quinn met her eyes again and realized that she never went into full detail of how and why she slept with her that first night as well, her stomach began to turn knowing she was about to divulge her gentle secret.
"Well as you all know, when it comes to men and relationships; it was one disaster after another, most of them being my fault, I know, but nothing ever felt right, and Santana of course was always good at calling me out on my shit." Santana kissed at the air and winked lovingly, instead of her usual cocky way.
"So, there we were, both of us miserable, alone, and bitchy, but once we got to the reception, the mood seemed to flip-flop. Here I was with my best friend, who normally drives me to the edge of slapping her every time we're together and for once we both just let loose and were having an amazing time. I couldn't remember the last time I had ever felt so happy and comfortable with someone, and I didn't want to end." Quinn paused again, Santana made sure to keep her eyes focus with hers, but she couldn't help but glance over at Kurt and Rachel who were listening intently like children surrounded at a camp fire being told ghost stories.
"Anyway, the wine of course helped loosen me up and that little voice and thoughts in my head that I normally would tightly contain within me, escaped."
"Wait, you thought of me that way before the wedding?" Santana interrupted with a sweet, curious look on her face.
"Don't get too cocky over there, but yes, I did, especially after you officially got together with Brittany. You began to let the softer side of you shine through, it was nothing big, but yeah, I had school girl crush. I wasn't expecting anything to ever come of it." Santana laughed.
"Until I had you in my arms?" Quinn smiled and lightly nodded.
"Until you had me in your arms."
"Aw," Kurt and Rachel let out in unison, snapping Quinn and Santana out of their trance, and causing Santana to roll her eyes.
"Yes, aw, now can we move on?"
"Wait, but what about afterwards? You didn't get together until a few weeks after." Again, Santana rolled her eyes.
"Fine, I'll take it from here Q." Quinn nodded and like Santana did when she was talking kept her eyes on the beautiful woman before her, not being able to hear Santana talk about going up to Yale when their loft was being fumigated, their relationship being only a sex thing at first, but she too had feelings that she was scared to let out.
After story time was over, they finished eating and chatted while they drank a few more beers. Thankfully, Kurt and Rachel let them run off to be alone afterwards, because they were both hungrily gazing at one another from across the table, doing their best not to let their feet wander too far up each others legs.
Quinn loved that she got to spend the entire summer in New York, but as soon as her internship started up they didn't have a lot of alone time, and when they did, they were usually too exhausted to do much. It was nice to finally be with each, and for more than just a quickie.
Their kisses started out slow and tender, but their hands were moving frantically up and down each others body with a longing of desperation, gripping, clawing, never fully getting enough of each others bodies. Quinn moved over and began nipping at Santana's earlobe, sending a rush down her body as Santana moaned and somehow managed to kick off her yoga pants without Quinn even knowing.
Quinn sat Santana on the bed, not caring that she was still clothed, and jerked Santana's legs apart, getting a delighted gasp from her in return. She took a few minutes to watch the small convulsions going through her girlfriend's body as she pressed her fingers along her inner thighs before plunging her mouth between her legs. She began by tasting her intimately, slowly rotating inside her, enjoying the slight jerks from teasing Santana's key points. Once Santana's frustrations turned into begging, she used Santana's legs to help steady the both of them as she quickened her tongue, not satisfied until Santana made the entire bed shake and fall back on the bed struggling to find air.
Quinn carefully stood up, forgetting how painful going down on her knees used to be, and glad this was no longer a big part of her life anymore. She started to undress, finally getting hit with exhaustion as she prepared for bed. When she got to the bed, Santana was still laying across it on her back glowing.
"Oh Q, you like me, you really like me."
"Oh shut up." Quinn answered, tossing one of the pillows at her. "You gonna move your limp-ass over or do I have to do that too." She mocked back, making Santana laugh as she wiggled up and crawled under the covers.
"Just for the record, I really like you too."
"Aw San, you're growing." Santana whacked her, but then pulled her in close, and instead of doing anything else that night, they talked. No nasty comments or even small jabs at one another, but spoke of each others dreams, aspirations, and what their relationship could actually turn into and when Quinn finally drifted off in Santana's arms she had a large smile stuck on her face and couldn't help but dream of their next step together.
Although the rest of the weekend was as pleasant and peaceful as Friday night, Monday fell upon them a lot quicker than any of them wanted. Another crazy two weeks of work and whenever Quinn had to stay late at the law firm, Santana would offer to work a few extra hours at the bar, stating it was no fun to go home if she wasn't there.
"And now you're getting attached to me?" Quinn joked as she made copies for what felt like the 100th time that day.
"Oh please, this is what you wanted the entire time, me getting all lovey dovey for you, you little minx. How can I ever face any of those idiots in Lima ever again?" Quinn laughed.
"I'm sure once you step foot on the Ohio soil, all your natural nastiness will come back to you."
"It better."
Although work was draining her, Quinn fought through it knowing that Kurt and Rachel were actually going back home to visit friends and family, leaving the loft for her and Santana, who promised her a Hedonism filed weekend.
But much as Quinn and Santana were happy about having the loft to themselves, the Hedonism event would have to wait until Saturday. They were both too drained to do much and popped a movie in, one that they both had already seen, so if they got caught up in each other and missed part of it, none would be lost.
They were both enjoying their teenage make-out session when there was a knock at the door.
"Please tell me that was the movie?" Santana asked sitting up, but then the knock occurred again. Santana growled as she kissed Quinn before getting up, adjusting her cute boy shirts with matching top and went to answer the door.
"Oh my god," she said as she answered, not hiding the obvious nervousness in her voice. Quinn sat up with knitted eyebrows.
"Who is it?" But their visitor hopped through the door, placing a large kiss on Santana's mouth, instantly sending a bolt of uncontrollable rage throughout her entire body. Thankfully, Santana had her mouth sealed shut and gently but firmly pushed her visitor off her.
"Brit, what are you doing here?" She asked with an uncomfortable giggle.
"I heard Kurt and Rachel were coming to visit and thought great, I could surprise you." But then Brittany glanced over to the couch.
"Oh, hey Quinn, I didn't know you were visiting." She started, a little hesitant at first. "Well I guess, the more the merrier! We can have a slumber party!" Quinn glanced at Santana and was glad she at least had the same shocked and disappointed look on her face, but there was no way either one of them were going to turn bubbly Brittany away, it would be like kicking a kitten to the curb.
Santana stepped out to buy them all something hard to drink, since she and Quinn were in for a long night, they didn't really want, while Quinn and Brittany gossiped about Lima, Quinn doing everything she could to keep the topics rolling, afraid Brittany would ask about who she was dating these days. Luckily there was a lot to cover between all the drama at McKinley and Quinn's first year at Yale.
"So since it's a slumber party Brit, how about you pick the movie?"
"Oh I have a much better idea than a movie." Quinn bit down on her lips afraid of just that.
"How about we just put on some music, dance, talk, and maybe play this game I invented. Sam said it would be better with a lot of people, but three could work."
"Sure."
Santana soon returned with one of her and Quinn's favorite dark rums, and poured everyone a drink while she played catch up with what they were talking about. Santana weaseled out of Brittany's game, saying maybe tomorrow, getting a mouthed thank you from Quinn in return. They listened to music and talked, while Brittany danced by herself. Santana nonchalantly adjusted the blankets over them so that she could squeeze Quinn every once in a while and between that, and a few admiring glances in her direction assured Quinn that she was the one she wanted now, not Brittany.
"Are you sure, you don't want to get up and move around a little, it might help the two of you wake up?"
"Sorry Brit, but if Quinn and I get up, we'll most likely collapse."
Another hour went by and Quinn and Santana thought they were in the clear as Brittany finally started to die down.
"Well Quinn's things are already set up in my bedroom; I hope that's ok."
"Come on hun, this is a sleepover, if the bed only has enough room for the two of you I'll bring the couch cushions and pillows and set up a nice area alongside it, ooo maybe I can make a fort."
"That's an idea!" Santana said, sounding excited but when she looked over at Quinn she was clearly horrified.
Quinn quickly got ready for bed and hoped she could fall asleep before Brittany came in, but now it was like she was over tired, and couldn't sleep.
"Ok Brit, but please remember we're really tired, so we probably won't be talking much more."
"That's fine." She answered arranging her pile of pillows she swiped from Kurt and Rachel's room.
"I'm actually pretty beat too."
"Cool, ok, well goodnight Brit."
Quinn and Santana laid there in bed staring at the ceiling for almost an hour, both wide awake as they listened to Brittany's soft snores.
"How is she asleep?" Quinn asked, not flinching.
"I guess all that dancing plus a third of rum can really knock a girl out." Santana replied taking a glance down at her.
"I'm so tired, but I don't really know how to sleep without your naked body tightly pressed against me." Santana hummed as she inched closer to her.
"Well, Brittany is asleep."
"What?"
"Oh come on Q, I know you can be devious, remember that time we went shopping with Berry." Quinn looked over at her and smirked.
"Yes, that was fun, but on the floor sleeping is Brittany, your ex, not Rachel."
"Don't you want me to help you fall asleep?" Santana asked with a mischievous grin, and before Quinn had a chance to protest, Santana's fingers were tip-toeing under her shorts where there was nothing, but smooth, wet skin.
Quinn gasped.
"What are you doing?" She whispered trying to sound like she wasn't excited about what Santana was doing.
"Just be quiet, try to control your breathing, and take in my incredible touch." Quinn went to reach down and yank her hand away, but Santana was right, she did have an incredible touch that was slowly and easily arousing her more with each stroke, so instead of slapping her hand away, she took Santana's pillow and kept it handy for when Santana reached the ending point, loving the way she strummed her insides. Quinn was fortunate enough to be concentrating so hard on what Santana was doing that she let out a silent scream as her body arched, only squeaking the bed slightly.
"How you feelin?" Santana asked resting her chin on her stomach.
"Pleasantly exhausted." Santana smiled as she crawled back up to her pillow on her side, keeping her hand on Quinn's stomach hidden under the covers as they both closed their eyes.
Quinn was the first to wake up and she smiled as she looked up at a curled up Santana, but when she looked over at the floor, Brittany was missing and all her pillows and blankets were picked up. She carefully stepped out of bed, making sure not to wake a peaceful looking Santana, and tip-toed out of the bedroom, catching Brittany at the kitchen table writing a note.
"Hey." Brittany looked up startled.
"Oh, hey Quinn."
"You ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I was trying to take off before you guys woke up so I wouldn't disturb you anymore than I already have."
"What are you talking about?" Quinn asked confused.
"I'm not as stupid as people make me out to be you know?"
"Of course I know that, look Brit, whatever Santana or I did to upset you, please tell me. I don't, and I know Santana definitely wouldn't want you to leave like this." Brittany gave her a soft, sad smile.
"That's why I'm leaving, I obviously interrupted a special weekend that the two of you had planned and I'm sorry about that, tell Santana I'll call before I come by next time." Now Quinn was really taken back.
"You know?" Brittany laughed.
"Come on Quinn, the two of you were sitting on the couch together all night, without a single insult between the two of you. Santana was speaking for you last night before bed, and they way she looked at you…know matter how brief…was the way she used to look at me."
"Oh god Brittany, I'm so sorry." Brittany nodded with the same soft smile.
"It's ok. I'm ok. I wish she would have felt comfortable enough to tell me, but I know San, when she loves something so much, she likes to keep it close to her, and not share with anyone else for awhile. Please tell her that I'm not mad, that we'll talk whenever she's ready, and that I love her."
"Ok," Quinn answered, unable to say anything more with the countless number of emotions consuming her.
"Oh, and just so you know, although I'm a heavy sleeper, the sound of bed creaks always snaps me right out of it," Brittany added, laughing as she gave Quinn a kiss goodbye, and headed for the door. "See ya Quinn."
"Bye," she replied, slightly mortified.
It took Quinn a few minutes to finally snap out of it, but as she made her way back to the bedroom, she was completely overcome with nothing, but loving thoughts. She walked into the bedroom and looked down at the sleeping beauty before her. Did Santana really care that much about her? But as she started to recall the night before, and the countless others she had spent with Santana, it only confirmed it. No one was ever so caring, protecting, and nurturing then the way Santana had been treating her. Her smile and heart continued to grow as she gazed at Santana, confident that this relationship, was going to be different, that this relationship, was one people only dreamed about...
