Break Each Others Hearts Again
A/N: Here you go peeps. Hope you like this one. I'm thinking about jumping into the wedding in the next couple of chapters. But i don't want to rush it? What do you guys think? ;) As always, thanks for the reviews.
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Santana returned to work on the Monday, unusual for Cali, the Latina seemed to be back to her usual self. If not with more of a bounce in her step.
"What's with the smile?" She asks, counting the change, like every other day Santana starts work.
"Is it against the law?" Santana replies cheekily.
"No. It's just creeping me out." Cali frowns, shaking her head.
"Ah, looks like someone got some on the weekend. Sexy outfit do the trick huh? Bet blondie was gagging for it." Jason immediately stopped his rude gestures, thanks to a slap upside the head from Santana.
"First, don't ever talk about her like that. Second, not everything is about sex." She shook her head, tying her apron together.
Jason's eyes widened with shock, "You're fucking whipped!"
Santana frowned a death glare. "What!"
The chef lets out a burly laugh, "Fuck me! Santana-I'll-fuck-anything-on-two-legs-Lopez, is whipped!"
She punches him forcefully in the arm."I'm not fucking whipped you douche."
"Well then what are you?" Cali asked.
"Can we talk about something other than my sex life please?" Santana challenges the both of them.
"So there is sex?" Cali questioned.
"No. There's no sex. Fuck, don't you two have your own lives?" She snatched her pad from the shelf, glaring at the two of them. Before Jason grabs her arm.
"Hey. Chillax babe. I was just joking around. It's cool, I like this side of you. It's different." He smiles genuinely. Santana gives in.
"You're fucking lucky I like you." she growls, lips turning into a smile.
"Don't I know it." Jason grins, sending her on her way.
Cali watches with steel eyes.
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Beth comes in every day as usual. And Santana becomes more protective everyday. Sometimes she lets Beth hang out the back. And sometimes Jason teaches her how to cook. Cali isn't too fond of her. And Santana picks up on it. But every now and then, Cali makes the effort. For Santana.
Some nights, Beth goes home to Santana's to wait for Quinn. On Fridays, they stay over.
There's two months to go until Kurt's wedding.
And Beth is more than excited to show Santana her dress she's picked out to wear. As they trail the stairs to Santana's apartment, like every Friday afternoon, she tears away from her mother, banging on the door.
Santana opens the door, dressed down in a pair of jean shorts and a tank top. "Hey pretty girl." She bends down, huggin Beth.
"Hi Santana! Look what we brought?" She practically yells, hauling herself up onto a stool at the bench.
"Hi." Quinn smiles into a kiss.
"Hi yourself." She goes in for another kiss before Beth interrupts.
"Look!" Santana turns, grinning at the dress. Stalking her way over to touch the material.
"Very nice!" It's a little strapless baby blue dress. With matching headband that Beth pulls out.
"Thank you!" She grins, folding it up nicely, placing it back into the bag.
"So, how was school?" Santana asks, pulling out a glass, and filling it with orange juice, because that's what Beth always has on a Friday after school.
Beth looks to her mother with a knowing smile, and Santana frowns at whatever she's missing. "I joined Glee club." She bounces in her chair.
"Seriously. She's like a mini Berry." Santana jokes.
"Santanaaaaa." Beth whines, now understanding the Berry jokes.
"I'm just kidding. That's awesome babe. When's your first show?" She asks, smiling as Quinn wraps her arms around her waist.
Beth shrugs carefree, "I don't know yet."
"Well, you best be getting me a ticket. In fact, make that three. Kurt and Blaine will kill me if I don't get them one."
"Deal." Beth nods in agreement. "I have to pee." She announces.
"I swear to God, she's turning into a mini version of you. The other day she said, 'I wants me some biscuits, and I wants em' now." Santana bursts into laughter.
"You can't blame that on me." She spins so that she's facing the blonde.
"You're kidding right?" Quinn cocks a rather sexy brow.
Santana growls at the effect Quinn's been having on her lately. The sexual tension is definitely building between them. IT's been three weeks since they began, whatever it is that they are, and they've yet to do the deed. Simply because Beth is always around. And Santana is yet to stay at Quinn's house. Add in the fact that Santana wants to take it slow. But as of late, her libido is beginning to disagree.
She plants a chaste kiss on the blondes lips, pushing her back into the other side of the bench. Sliding her hand up under the hem of Quinn's shirt, rubbing against her hip bone. She takes the blondes neck, nipping at the flesh.
The sound of the toilet flushing snaps them from their session. Santana heaves an exasperated sigh against Quinn's chest. "Down girl." Quinn laughs, brushing her fingers through Santana's hair.
"Sorry, I just-"
"I know." Quinn silences her with her lips.
"Can I watch a movie?" Beth asks, entering the room.
"Sure, we'll just be in the bedroom." Santana is mid way through pulling Quinn behind her, but the blonde resists.
"Uh, I don't think so." She gestures to her occupied daughter. Santana holds onto the out stretched hand, flinging her head back with a sigh.
"At least let me grab a blanket." She winks, dipping out of the room. Quinn rolls her eyes, though she doesn't object, Because she loves the way Santana's hands roam, unseen and under the blanket.
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Santana wakes the next morning, wrapped in her lovers arms. She pecks the blondes cheek, before checking up on the couch, to find the miniature blonde still sound asleep.
She decides to ease her way off the mattress, and cook breakfast fr her two sleeping beauties. It's then that she catches up with herself. Staring at the mother and daughter, who have become a major part of her life as of late. And how, even though they're not set in stone yet, Santana knows she could see this being forever. She can see herself being in the long run. And it's fucking crazy. Because a month ago, Santana was single. Fucking up a storm.
She hasn't had sex, since, well since Blair that night in the toilets. She's amazed, even with herself, that she's stayed so loyal, even though she's not completely exclusive with Quinn.
She decides on French Toast, with bacon. Mixing hers and Quinn's favorites together.
She thinks about the things she's picked up on in the three weeks she's been with Quinn.
How Beth is called Elizabeth, whenever she's naughty.
How Quinn watches the television with her head slightly turned to the side.
How Beth is so perceptive.
How Quinn doesn't like wearing socks to bed.
How Beth says a prayer every night before bed time. She's caught her a few times whispering under her blanket.
How Quinn sleep talks. She's even caught her name escaping the blondes mouth, in a rather sexy tone.
And how they've developed a little routine, with Santana watching her after work, while Quinn rehearses. How it's so crazy, because it's only been three weeks. But how that it's even crazier because it's Quinn. And Santana feels like it's starting all over again. How she's learning new things about the blonde, that she never knew before. Or that may have changed. And she wonders if they can keep it up. Or if the past will catch up to them.
"Stop thinking so much." Quinn calls from the mattress in a sleepy tone.
Santana snaps out of her thoughts, with a grin. "Morning beautiful."
Quinn quirks a brow. "Breakfast, and compliments? What are you trying to pull?" Quinn frowns, dragging herself up, and over to the Latina, picking up a slice of cooked bacon.
"What makes you think I want something in return? But, now that you've mentioned it, I could do with-"
She's caught at the mouth with Quinn's lips pressed against hers. She tastes like bacon already, and Santana would gladly devour that taste.
"Hold that thought. It's hard enough with you wearing those shorts, let alone having you tell me what you want." Quinn rakes her eyes over Santana's toned thighs. Dancing her fingertips across the exposed skin.
"How long do you think she'll be asleep for?" Santana whispers, checking on a still sleeping thought.
"Do you really think I'm that quiet?" Quinn breathes against Santana's earlobe.
Santana's eyes widen, pulling back to catch Quinn's eyes. "Stop. Now." She scolds, before Quinn steals one more kiss with a smirk.
"Can I ask a favor?" Quinn's tone is much more serious.
"Depends, do I get anything in return?" Santana challenges, with a smirk.
Quinn rolls her eyes, "Natasha bailed on me to watch Beth. Something about a date with her boyfriend or whatever. So I was wondering if maybe you'd be able to look after Beth for me tonight?"
"Of course. She's already got clothes here doesn't she?" Santana wavers off Quinn's anticipation.
"Yeah. But, um. Wold you maybe want to stay at my house tonight, instead? Not that I don't love your place. But I was thinking, two rooms..." She suggests, hoping that Santana knows where she's going with this.
Santana knows. Of course she knows. Her features darken. "Are you trying to seduce me? Cause you kind of suck at it."
"Shut up. SO can you watch her for me, please? I'll do anything." Quinn gives a devilish grin.
"You did not just say that."
"Oh, I did."
It's on tonight. Santana happily cooks breakfast for everyone. She happily agrees to watch Beth. She happily packs an overnight bag. And happily traces her thumb over Quinn's fingers as they hold hands on the way back to Quinn's place.
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She feels a lot more domestic being in Quinn's house. Being in charge. Being left alone with Beth in Beth's own house. She doesn't feel uncomfortable, but she doesn't exactly feel at home.
Maybe it's a first time thing?
"I'll be back around eleven. Please do not corrupt my daughter?" Quinn winks, dressed up in leggings with a pair of heels, and a shiny top. Santana knows it's just her pre show outfit, but she would be lying if she said Quinn didn't look as sexy as ever in heels.
"I'll try not too." Santana smirks. Quinn rolls her eyes, kissing her occupied daughter on the forehead.
"I love you. Be good for Santana okay?" Beth nods, smiling mischievously at Santana, who returns a matching smile. "I'm seriously wondering if this is a good idea?"
"Just go to your show already." Santana tells her.
"Trying to get rid of me Lopez?" she cocks a brow.
"The quicker you get your ass there, the quicker you get home. The quicker we get to-" Quinn catches the mumbled words from Santana's mouth in her own.
"Please refrain from using profanity around my child." She gives her a stern look, that turns Santana on even more.
"Yes Ma'am."
"I'll text you, okay?" Quinn tells her, still resting her hands on Santana's thighs.
"'Kay. Have fun." And with that Quinn's out the door, leaving Santana alone in the house with Beth.
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"Can we watch a movie?" Beth asks once her shows finished.
"Sure, you go pick one out." Santana tells her, pulling the comforter over her legs.
Beth bounces over to the DVD shelf, pulling out Hairspray. Santana shakes her head at the choice. This kid and her musicals.
Beth pops it in, then takes her seat next to Santana, cuddling into her side.
Beth sings along to every song. And Santana can't help but be impressed at the kids voice. Other than that, she doesn't pay much attention on the movie. She's seen it before, when Brittany made her watch it. Instead, she looks around the living room. Scanning her eyes over the pictures.
Photos of Beth throughout the years. One of her and Quinn, with Quinn's grandmother. One of Quinn and Beth during the summer. Even one of Beth and Puck on Christmas. He hasn't changed much from the look of it, still sporting the ridiculous mow hawk.
But there's a picture she doesn't expect to see. One of her and Quinn in their Cheerios uniforms. Her eyes linger on the picture. Wondering why it's up there? She's lost in time.
"I found that the other day." Beth tells her, catching her eyes.
She smiles down at her perceptiveness. "I haven't seen that in years."
"Mommy has more." Beth tells her with a smile, returning back to the movie.
Santana wonders just what else Quinn's kept over the years.
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I hope you're not keeping my daughter up too late. I want you all to myself. ;) x
Santana smiles down at the text, quickly replying: Jealousy is still hot on you ;)
That's not the only thing ;) comes Quinn's reply. And the Latina is thankful that Beth is almost asleep by now, and isn't a witness to her reaction.
You're evil! I think B is on her way to sleep. So you can come home now. X
Santana waits with excitement through her veins, feeling the vibration her hand.
Not yet sexy. Still have a show to do ;) Text soon. Xox
Santana sighs, Break a leg xx
Santana smiles at a now sleeping Beth. She turns off the DVD, aimlessly watching late night television. She ends up falling asleep. With Beth curled up next to her. Her head hanging over the little blonde.
She wakes to the vibration down her side. One new message.
Fucking boss booked me in to meet some hotshots ): I want to come home to you xx
She checks the time. It's just after eleven. Just after Quinn was supposed to be home.
Tell them to fuck off! ;) she taps back, easing herself up on the couch, careful to not wake Beth.
I wish. Wait for me in bed? Quinn replies.
Santana's feeling cheeky. Where else would you expect me? ;)
Between my thighs..I have to go now. Hopefully see you soon.x
Santana's eyes bulge at the words. She reminds herself to get Quinn back for turning her on, when she's left alone with her daughter.
She lifts Beth from the couch, and places her into bed. Tucking the girl in, and kissing her forehead.
She pushes the door open to Quinn's room. It's everything she would expect from Quinn. It's clean. It's pure. Clutter free. And everything smells like Quinn.
She strips off her clothing. Leaving it on the floor, because that's what she always does. She unhooks her bra, placing it on her jeans. Strips off her top, so she's left in her panties and a tank top.
She crawls into the bed. White sheets. Quinn always had white sheets. And fluffy pillows.
On the night stand is a photo of Quinn in the hospital with Beth in her arms. Sh traces a finger over the frame.
She rolls over, seeing twelve o'clock written in red lights. She sighs, rolling onto her stomach, falling asleep in what seems like familiar sheets.
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Quinn stumbles through the front door, throws her bag on the floor, and carefully attempts to lock the door behind her. She checks on Beth first, like always. Her daughters sound asleep, and she smiles, easing the door shut.
She braces herself before entering her own room. Being nauseous and excited, all rolled into one. Because for the first time, in a long time, someone is waiting for her.
Santana's asleep, on her stomach, with dark locks covering her face. She kicks off her feels, falling an inch or two, finding her balance. She unzips the back of her dress, dropping it next to Santana's clothes on the floor. Standing in just her bra and panties. She places her palms on the bed, finding her way, she crawls up to the headboard. Finding an exposed, tanned shoulder, she tentatively begins a trails of kisses.
Santana begins to stir at the touch, turning into the smell of alcohol, with honey blonde hair, hanging down on her. "Q?" She asks through tired eyes.
"Hey gorgeous." Quinn slurs, attempting more kisses.
"Holy shit. You're smashed!" Santana pushes herself up so that she's sitting.
"And you're half naked in my bed." Santana would be lying if she said she still wasn't turned on. Because Quinn is only in her bra and panties, practically begging for her.
"How much did you have? I thought you were only meeting them?" Santana questions, trying to keep her eyes on Quinn's face.
"I had to be polite." Quinn shrugs, leaning in for a kiss. Santana lets their lips meet, before pulling back.
"By drinking yourself into their books? What about Beth?" She asks, dodging another kiss.
"You're here. And I trust you. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get so drunk! I-I'm nervous." She admits through a drunken ramble.
"Nervous? Why?" Santana questions. Quinn settles down at the seriousness.
"Well, it's kind of like our first time. And I've only been with Jen-My other girlfriend. And you, you know, back in Lima. But that wasn't like properly. And I know you've been with loads of girls. Not that I'm calling you a slut, because-" Quinn blurts out before Santana shuts her up with a kiss.
"You talk too much." She pulls Quinn down, rolling them over so that she's on top.
She traces kisses down the blondes neck, pulling at the sheets so that Quinn can work her way under.
"How do you want it?" Santana mumbles against Quinn's lips. She's already panting, and Santana doesn't know if she can wait. But she wants this to be epic for Quinn. She wants it to be perfect. Which is a first, because usually sex is just sex. But Quinn just isn't any girl. She used to dream about the things she'd do to this woman.
"Slow." Quinn pants, running her hand through dark locks.
Santana responds with a passionate kiss, earning herself further access with ease.
She runs a hand over the laced clad breast, working her hand down Quinn's abdomen. Creating a pattern. "This has to go." Santana tells her, unhooking the bra with perfection. She pulls it off slowly, sitting herself up so she can gaze at the sight of an exposed Quinn.
Quinn blushes under the intensity. "Stop it." She pulls Santana down on top of her.
"You're fucking beautiful." Santana whispers, accepting another kiss from the blonde. She runs a free hand down to Quinn's chest. Smiling at the attention she's given there.
She works Quinn into a frenzy, working her up until Quinn's practically begging for her. She slides her working hand down, dancing her hands over the skin. She whips her fingertips under the waistband, sliding them back and forth, teasing the skin above her center.
She waits for Quinn's approval, nipping at her ear lobe. "Please." Quinn whispers. And that's all Santana needs.
She stays in taking it slow. Slowly running her hand down through the hair. Slowly running her fingertip between the folds. Back and forth. Working the blonde even further. She earns herself a a few hip bucks at the touches.
"Santana." Quinn pleads, lifting herself higher so that Santana's fingers will reach lower. She turns herself into the Latina, hoisting a leg over Santana's thigh. Opening herself up.
Santana slowly enters her. Catching the gasp from Quinn's lips in her mouth. She bites down on the blondes bottom lip. She can't help herself. She needs a little roughness.
Quinn arches back, allowing Santana lips to dance over her chest.
She enters another finger, sucking hard against Quinn's neck. Nipping at the flesh.
"Take your top off." Quinn pants.
"What?" Santana questions. She's not really capable of that right now.
But Quinn snatches at the offending garment. Tugging the hem upwards. Santana huffs, lifting her arms so that Quinn can rip the top off, leaving Santana bare chested. She smiles, grabbing Santana's hand, placing the Latina's finger back between her thighs. She rolls them so that she's on top. Riding against curled fingers.
She places her hands down against Santana's bare chest, working the Latina up. Santana is taken back by how Quinn's taken charge. She never expected Quinn to be a top. She's always the top.
But Quinn is almost there, and Santana loves the view she has. Practically letting Quinn do the work. Enjoying the show.
And then there's tensing. Followed by shaking. Matched with screaming and moaning. Ending in soaked tanned fingers, and a collapsing blonde against her chest.
"Holy shit." Santana whispers into her hair. "What happened to going slow?" Santana runs her dry hand through Quinn;s hair. Quinn looks up, resting her chin against the Latina's skin.
"I felt too vulnerable. I wanted to show you just what you're getting yourself into." Quinn winks, kissing against the Latina's chest.
"Well, I'm fucking buying season tickets to that show babe." Quinn stops her kissing, looking up to catch confused brown eyes.
"What?"
"You called me babe." Quinn smiles. Santana doesn't even realize she said the word. It just felt...right.
"Well, you are a babe. Look at you. Since when did you become so fucking sexy?" Santana smirks, pulling Quinn up for a chaste kiss.
"Since I realized that being a good little catholic girl wasn't going to get me anywhere. Babe." Quinn smiles into the kiss, trailing her lips down Santana's neck. "Now, less talking, more moaning."
She nips her way down the toned skin, raking her fingers down the Latina's side. Tugging at the red panties. Sitting up to pull them off. Her eyes darken with hunger at the sight of a naked Santana in her sheets.
She nudges Santana's knees apart, pulling her hair back, as she slides herself down. Locking eyes with a desperate Santana.
Santana can't believe that all this is real, that moments ago, Quinn had herself wrapped around her fingers. That now, Quinn Fabray was about to go down on her. Quinn-holier-than-thou-Fabray.
She gasps, bucking her hips at the touch of a warm tongue against her center. Pushing herself down, opening herself further. She loves when Quinn's fingertips clutch to her thighs, and she's sure she's going to have bruises from the grip, but she doesn't give a fuck. She doesn't give a fuck about anything. Because this is real. And it's a lot more than just the sex this time.
They make love all night. Sleeping for an hour on and off, wrapped in each others arms. Skin to skin. Lips to lips. Often waking each other up for another round.
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Beth walks in to her mothers room in the morning, not in the slightest bit disturbed when she finds her mother and Santana naked in the sheets.
"Mommy, I'm hungry." Beth sits up on the bed, watching as her mother stirs, peeling her eyes open. Santana doesn't move. Her head is faced the other way, with her back exposed.
"Honey, fix yourself something to eat, okay? Mommy just needs a little more sleep." Quinn lies. She needs more than that. She needs a shit load of Tylenol, and a large glass of water from the head ache that is pounding against her head. She swears she sweat out the alcohol.
"Okay." Beth bounces off the bed, closing the door behind her.
Quinn rolls over, kissing against the tanned shoulder blade. Santana's back tenses, and Quinn knows she's awake.
"You're awake." Quinn whispers. But there's no response. She smiles to herself, working her hand down to cup Santana's center. The Latina's jumps. "I knew it."
"Why did you stop?' Santana mumbles, turning to face the blonde.
"Because my daughter has no shame in walking into my room. And you wouldn't want to be caught in that situation." Quinn tells her knowingly.
Santana moans into Quinn's neck, knowing Quinn's right. Quinn kisses her lips, "Hi."
"Hi yourself."
"You're amazing." Quinn lets slip, brushing a piece of dark hair behind Santana's ear.
"I know." Santana replies playfully, "You're pretty amazing too."
"I'm sorry I came home in such a state." Quinn runs her hands along a tanned bicep.
Santana shrugs, "I kind of like drunk and horny Quinn."
"Do you now?" she teases.
"She's very loud." Santana nods, leaning in, taking Quinn's earlobe between her teeth, whispering, "Me Gusta."
"I bet you do." Quinn runs her fingers down Santana's spine.
"Can we stay in here all day?"
"We can try."
A bang in the kitchen breaks their conversation. Quinn sighs, pulling herself out of Santana's arms.
Santana watches as Quinn strides to closet, completely naked, for only Santana to see. And she loves that everything feels so carefree at that moment. She watches as Quinn wraps her bare skin in a black silk gown, that falls mid thigh. Santana fails to not be turned on, even more if it's possible.
"Your daughter just cock blocked me." Santana whines into a kiss from Quinn.
"Get used to it." Quinn tells her, leaving the Latina between her sheets.