Chapter 14
The next morning, Santana entered Quinn's office and shut the door.
Quinn looked up from her computer. "I know that look. What's wrong?"
Santana sat in one of chairs across from Quinn's desk and sighed. "I saw Demi last night."
"Ok . . . and?"
"And nothing. She is officially dating Nick. I don't even know why it bothers me so much. The girl is into guys."
"Well, I know someone who can be pretty persuasive in swinging someone to the dark side." said Quinn smirking.
"Yeah, Hobbit owes me big time for that." said Santana returning the smirk.
"Santana, please stop calling Rachel, Hobbit. Ok? She is my wife. How many times do I have to remind you of this?"
"Sorry. Old habits die hard, ya know?"
"Kill it, stick a fork in it, toss it down a well – I don't care what you have to do, just stop already. This is the woman who I love – even more than you!"
Santana clutched her heart. "Say it isn't so, Quinn. How is that even possible?"
"I'm too lazy to come across this desk right now so do me a favor and slug yourself in the arm for me."
"Oh, now it has turned to physical violence? You've changed, Quinn." said Santana trying to contain her laughter.
"You're impossible, Santana"
"And that's why you love me."
"You're lucky I do because I wouldn't put up with your shit otherwise. So, are you going to spill whatever was on your mind when you walked in here?"
"Oh, that. Yeah, I guess." Santana shoulders slumped. "Demi and Nick are going dancing next weekend and she really wants you, me, and Ho-. . . Rachel to go, too."
"And your thoughts on this are?"
"Honestly I don't know. I love spending time with Demi but I'm not sure I'm all jazzed to see that twerp all over her. Plus, if Rachel goes, I'll be like a 5th wheel."
"Ok, first, Rachel can't go next weekend as she will be out of town for her TV shoot. Second, you are sexy as hell when you dance so it might be a good idea for Demi to see that side of you. Might shake her out of her Nick fog if you know what I mean."
Santana pondered that thought. She still thought it was a long shot, but it certainly couldn't hurt to show off what she could do with her body especially since there was a long list of what she liked to call "bi-curious" women that had already succumbed to Santana when she used similar tactics.
Quinn added, "Worse case, the two of us can have some fun. I mean, have you checked out our numbers so far this quarter? Lopez Fabray is making money hand over fist and that is cause enough for celebration. Besides, it's been a while since we have unleased ourselves on the world."
"That's because the world can only handle so much."
Quinn laughed. "True, but I think it's high time we made an appearance so all the little people can bask in all of our glory."
"Well, if you put it that way, I guess we are performing a public service."
"Exactly! So it's a date?"
"I suppose it is. Just try to keep your paws off of me, though. I don't want any baby mama drama."
"No promises, San. You know what you do to me." said Quinn sarcastically.
Santana rolled her eyes. "I know, Quinny. I know." With that, she exited Quinn's office re-energized for the rest of the work day.
Demi and Santana had spoken and/or texted almost every day leading up to their group date. Demi found her thoughts being pulled between Santana and Nick, but she recognized that she was in a relationship with Nick so she tried to be as "present" as possible with him while still trying to work through how her heart felt about him.
Santana had literally gone through every piece of clothing she owned trying to find the perfect outfit for this evening. She wanted to make "a girl on fire" impression much like Katniss did in the Catching Fire chariot scene. Like Katniss, Santana was a bad ass and she wanted to make damn sure everyone knew that tonight. She finally settled on an extremely tight, very short, low cut red dress that clung to her accentuating all of her best assets. She put on a pair of very high heeled strappy black sandals making her already long legs appear that much longer. Looking at herself in her full length mirror, she was confident that she would turn heads tonight, hoping for one in particular.
Santana heard her cell phone go off. She grabbed it out of her bag and answered it.
"Hey, I'm out front. Are you ready?"
"Yes. Be out in a sec."
Santana went into the kitchen to talk to Morgan before she left.
"Hey Morgan. Not sure when or if I will be back this evening. I may crash over at Quinn's. Madison should be here by 8am to relieve you. If I don't see you before you leave, then I'll see you tomorrow night.
"Sounds good, Mrs. L. By the way, you are looking like a hot MILF tonight." said Morgan grinning.
"Thanks, Morgan. That's the look I was going for." said Santana winking.
"Well, try not to break too many hearts."
"Now where's the fun in that?" With that Santana walked out and got in Quinn's car.
"Muy caliente, Mrs. Lopez. Make sure you don't melt my seat."
Santana smirked. "I can't be held responsible for what all 'this' does to your car." As she said the word 'this,' Santana ran her hands up and down her body showing what all that word encompassed.
Quinn burst out laughing. "Oh, you are on tonight, girl. I can't wait to see how this evening unfolds. I have a feeling it's going to be spectacular."
The women were meeting Demi and Nick at the club. Santana wanted to get there first in order to down a few shots to calm her nerves before having to deal with the reality of Nick. Unfortunately, they drove up to the valet right as Nick was opening the car door for Demi straight ahead of them. Santana instantly felt her heart rate quicken and her stomach twist in knots. Demi looked exceptionally stunning this evening in a tight white sheer button down short sleeve shirt and a short black shirt. Santana needed a drink and fast.
Demi saw Quinn and waved. "Perfect timing!"
Quinn smiled back at Demi and watched her reaction as Santana got out of the car. If Demi's jaw wasn't attached her face it would have hit the pavement. Quinn smirked. This evening is definitely going to be interesting. Quinn went around to Santana. "Looks like you have someone's attention. You doing ok?"
"Yeah, nothing that a few shots won't cure."
"Well, Mrs. Lopez, shall we?" She held out her elbow to Santana who quickly hooked her arm through it as they made their way over to Demi and Nick.
Demi couldn't believe how gorgeous Santana looked. Demi felt her body temperature start to rise as she took in the beauty standing before her wearing a dress that left nothing to the imagination. She felt an arm wrap around her waist and kiss pecked on her cheek which brought her out of her daze.
Santana cringed at the sight of Nick kissing Demi. "So, are we ready to go in? I need a drink."
"Sure, follow me." said Nick. He went up and talked to the bouncer who unhooked a velvet rope allowing him and his guests to bypass the long line of people waiting to get in.
The club was already crowded. Nick grabbed Demi's hand and guided her to the VIP area with Quinn and Santana close behind. As Santana passed through the crowd, you would have thought the red sea had parted. There wasn't a single person man or woman who wasn't staring at her.
They picked out a table on the edge of the VIP area in order to have better access to the dance floor. Once settled, Santana turned to Quinn and said, "Bar, now." Turning to Nick and Demi, she said, "You guys need anything?"
"I'm ok for the moment. Hey Nick, I see a couple of folks that I want to say hi to." said Demi.
"I'll come with you." said Nick putting his arm around her waist.
Santana made a bee line to the bar, telling the bartender, "Two tequila shots, one vodka martini and whatever my friend here wants."
"Slow down, Mario, you don't want to be puking your guts out and ruin that sexy dress of yours before the evening has even begun."
"Whatever, Quinn. You and I both know that I can hold my liquor."
"Your funeral."
"Here, make yourself useful and hold this." said Santana placing a lime slice in Quinn's mouth.
Santana licked her hand in the space between her thumb and index finger, pouring salt over the new wetness there. Noticing several eyes on her, she took a long, slow lick making sure to give her audience a show. After she got a large majority of salt on her tongue, she downed both shots back to back. For her finale, she leaned over to Quinn, put her lips around the lime and started to suck. Of course, for Santana it was never enough to stop there so she took it one step further into a hot but short make out session with her best friend. Wiping the corners of her mouth, she scanned the room and was quite confident that the guys in her immediate vicinity now had large boners.
"I can already see where this is heading, San."
"What?" said Santana, holding up a make-shift halo above her head by connecting her index fingers and thumbs together. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She blinked her eyes quickly for good measure.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about. Come on, let's head back to our table."
By the time they returned, Demi and Nick were already seated and involved in a conversation. Santana perked up when she heard the beginning of Ariana Grande's song, Break Free. "I love this song, guys. Let's go dance." She practically dragged Quinn to the dance floor. Demi and Nick followed closely behind.
Santana grabbed Demi and Quinn and quickly sandwiched herself between the two. Nick could only sit back and watch, visibly turned on by the grinding and roaming hands happening directly in front of him. Santana had made sure that she was directly behind Demi so not only would she have better access to her body but she would also to be able to limit Demi's friction opportunities. Hoping to work the girl up some, Santana took Demi's arms and raised them above her head. Demi leaned back into Santana and interlocked her hands around Santana's neck. Santana began to lightly graze her fingers down Demi's arms, sides, and thighs. As soon as she reached the edge of her skirt, Santana would start the process over in reverse. She smirked to herself feeling the goose bumps multiplying on Demi's skin with each pass.
Demi closed her eyes and let herself melt into the moment. The way Santana touched her was intoxicating. She could feel a pool of moisture collecting between her legs. Soon she felt a set of lips on her lips. She kissed back hungrily, opening her eyes only to see she had been kissing Nick. Not exactly what she was expecting, but when he put his thigh between her legs she chose not to complain.
Santana was annoyed that someone with dance moves equivalent to a white man's overbite was reaping the benefits of her hard work. She released Demi and turned to face Quinn. Santana focused her attention on Quinn for the remainder of the dance, the two of them operating as a single unit. Their hips swayed seductively in synch in rhythm to the music. Santana pulled Quinn even closer as her hands roamed over her ass. They were well practiced at this act as they had been using it for years to get exactly what they wanted.
Demi felt the sudden loss of heat behind her. She was curious where Santana went to, so she switched positions so her backside was grinding on Nick's front. She could feel his growing member, but she was not interested in that at the moment. Instead, her focus was on Santana and Quinn who were completely intertwined with one another. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought they were together. Whatever they were, it was definitely sex personified which only exacerbated the problem between her legs.
The next song started and Santana motioned to everyone that she was ready for a drink. Demi was ready for a cold shower. Over the next several hours the group got a serious workout as the DJ was spinning up songs that motivated them to be out on the dance floor. Demi especially had fun with Cher Lloyd's I Wish singing most of the song directly to Nick. It was one of her favorite songs sung by one of her close friends. Santana thought it was hot watching Demi lip sync the song, but as she observed the scene, she was miffed how Nick was even in the picture. She was so out of his league. He was just a boring yuppie with very little of interest to add to the mix. To get her mind off Nick, she downed a few more shots. She was now walking that fine line between tipsy and drunk. Quinn had started to get her to drink water between each round to try to slow down the effects of the alcohol knowing that Auntie Snix could rear her ugly head if she didn't. Thankfully, the amount of dancing they were doing was also helping to work the alcohol out of her system.
In a rare break between songs, the group was gathered at their table idly chit chatting. Just as Nick left to go get the next round of drinks for the girls, a striking woman walked up to Santana.
"Hey there, beautiful. Mind if I sit down?"
Demi's eyes narrowed. "Sorry, we don't have an extra chair, so I guess you can't."
The girl quipped back saying, "No problem, I don't need one . . ." as she spun Santana's chair around and promptly sat in her lap. Santana was about to come back with a snarky remark, but she found herself briefly speechless as took a moment to take in the redhead's body. She was definitely attractive – long auburn colored hair, emerald green eyes, a nice rack, firm ass, not to mention her clothes just barely covered the necessities.
"Like what you see?" said the redhead.
Santana composed herself and put her game face on firing back with, "I could ask the same question of you."
"Most definitely – from the moment your fine ass walked into the club."
Santana thought to herself. Oh, this girl is good. Santana was used to being the assertive one but it was definitely a turn on when a girl knew what she wanted and had no problems expressing it.
The redhead continued, "Would you like to dance?" Not getting an immediate answer from Santana, she added, "Listen, love, I won't bite . . . unless you want me to, that is."
Santana put her hand out. "Santana"
"Angel, but don't let the name fool you." As these words rolled off her tongue, she grabbed Santana's extended hand and turned it palm side up placing a soft sensual kiss square in the middle of it.
"Oh, I assure you, I won't."
Angel pulled her out onto the dance floor where another one of one of Santana's favorites was playing: Clean Bandit's - Heart on Fire.
Demi was incredulous at the exchange that just happened. She mockingly mimicked the dialogue under breath, "I won't bite unless you want me to. Don't let my name fool you. Whatever."
Quinn arched an eyebrow, "What did you say?"
"Huh? What? Oh, nothing."
"That's interesting because it sure didn't sound like nothing."
"Seriously, Quinn, it was nothing." said Demi getting annoyed with the conversation.
"If I didn't know better, I would say you were jealous."
"Wait . . . What? Me . . .? Why would I be jealous? I'm dating Nick for god sakes. Santana can do whatever she wants to. She is a grown woman after all. I just didn't think 'that' would be her type."
"Right. She's confident, witty, and beautiful. I can totally see how you would think that. I mean, what's there to like?"
Demi realized how stupid she sounded. She knew what she wanted to say, but it wasn't something she could admit to Quinn as she would have to come to terms with the validity of it first.
"I just think she deserves better than some random slut."
"Oh? Really? Do you have someone in mind?"
"I-I-I . . ." At that precise moment, Nick walked up with drinks for everyone. Demi breathed a sigh of relief. As he handed Demi her club soda, she grabbed his hand. "I want to dance."
"Oh, ok."
Demi might as well have beat Nick over the head and dragged him caveman style to the dance floor. She positioned herself so she could play voyeur to what was happening with Santana and the redhead. The scene that was unfolding lit a fire inside her.
Angel was all over Santana. She had pulled Santana's backside to her front and had one of her arms draped around Santana's mid-section. Her hand was pulling Santana's hair aside exposing her tan neck line. Before Santana new it, Angel was kissing the bare skin before her. With alcohol coursing through her veins, Santana hardly resisted. Seizing her opportunity, Angel turned Santana around and roughly grabbed her hair while more aggressively starting to suck on her neck.
Demi was seething. It was taking every ounce of self-control that she had not to march up to the redhead and bitch slap her into tomorrow.
Meanwhile, Santana was liking where this was headed and promptly asked, "Two questions. Do you live near here and did you drive?"
"Yes and yes."
"Let's go."
Santana waved bye to Nick and Demi. She stopped by and told Quinn that she was headed out and that she would catch up with her tomorrow. Quinn hugged her and whispered, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Santana whispered back, "That's awfully limiting, don't you think?"
"Har, har"
"Love you Quinny. I'll call you tomorrow."
Right after Angel and Santana left, Demi and Nick walked up. Demi was visibly upset.
"You ok, Demi?" asked Quinn arching one eyebrow.
"What? Yeah. I think I'm just tired. Are you ready to head out?"
"Yeah. I'm exhausted after all of that dancing." said Quinn.
The threesome made their way out of the club. Demi and Nick said good bye to Quinn and headed back to Demi's. Demi was glad to be home partially because she needed to change out of her soaked panties. She threw on a t-shirt and a clean pair of underwear and crawled into bed next to Nick. Nick started kissing Demi working his hands slowly down her body.
"Wait, Wait, Nick - Stop. . . I'm sorry. I just can't do this tonight." Demi rolled over and pulled the covers up right below her chin. She closed her eyes in an effort to process everything going on inside her head and her heart as they were definitely not on the same page.
A/N: Uh oh . . . Demi's starting to figure out things, but is she too late?
If you haven't heard the songs I used for the club scene, you must take a listen to them. They're all on my current playlist, right now.
Two chapters for you today! Hope you enjoyed! :-)
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