2 years ago…
"Q… I'm sure she's not going to be some animal." Kurt grumbled as he lifted Quinn's bag with the last of his strength.
"For the love of Prada Quinn! What did you pack in here? Bricks?" Kurt rested against the wall as he took gasps of air from the labor-filled task of helping Quinn move.
"You didn't see the face of the reception girl when I said that this was my room" Quinn muttered as she looked for the keys. She filled with the lock before stopping in her tracks.
"Q…"
"Shhh" Quinn placed her finger on her mouth as she strained her ears to hear what was happening on the other side of the door.
"Just go in" Kurt hissed quietly.
Quinn took a deep breath as she pushed the door open slowly.
"Oh for the love of…. Fabray?" A deep sultry voice broke through the silence, sending chills down Quinn's spine. It couldn't be…. It shouldn't be… Oh my Gawd…
Quinn stood like a statue as deep brown orbs grazed over her body. Quinn could feel the heat rise to her cheeks, as her eyes trailed to the girl pinned underneath Santana. The red-head's lips were swollen and her clothes were in disarray, most of it missing. Santana turned her head and smirked lazily at the girl which she straddled.
"Excuse me for a second" Santana whispered before climbing off the obviously aroused co-ed. She walked lazily towards Quinn and Kurt, not moving her gaze from Quinn's. Quinn swallowed as her eyes trailed down Santana's barley clothed body. Kurt watched the red-head spare Quinn scorching glances as she retrieved her shirt.
"Can I help the two of you?" Santana cockily retorted as she saw Quinn's eyes stare at Santana's taunt abs. The tone of Santana's voice shook the HBIC in Quinn, making her place her hand on her hip. Quinn's eyes moved back up to Santana's lazily before smiling coldly.
"I thought you'd be exhausted from all the people you've already… "Helped"" Quinn's eyes flickered over the red-head before returning to Santana's.
"I hope this won't be your usual habit" Kurt smiled proudly as he watched Santana's arrogance falter.
"Fine. What… Fabray… are you doing in my apartment" Santana growled as the red-head slipped out of the door sparing Santana a last glance.
"Correction… Our Apartment" Santana's face dropped as Quinn rectified her fault, Realization dawning on her. Silence filled the air for a few seconds before Santana's eyes flickered to Quinn's bags. How could this be happening? She was in love with this girl in high school… and just as she thought she could forget about her. There she stood, Glitterati at her back.
"You can't move in here" Santana mumbled, stumbling over the words.
"And why not Lopez?" Quinn placed her other hand on her hip as well, staring at Santana in disbelief.
Santana looked as though she was a deer caught in the headlights. Trying to avoid the question, but stunned by the surprise of it all. She looked over at Kurt who smirked at her slightly.
"Does Glitter, over there, come with the package?"
"No Santana… it's just me" Quinn whispered as she looked back at Kurt, who was visibly threatened by Santana's growing rage.
"I can't do this" Santana growled before retreating to her room.
