Break Each Others Hearts Again
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When Santana gets the chance, she corners Jason out to the front of the house for a sneaky cigarette that she so desperately needs.
"Before you try and rip my balls off, I didn't invite her." Jason defends himself.
Santana paces back and forth, puffing on the stick furiously, "What the hell is she doing here? I mean I like Cali. But Quinn isn't a fan. And this is her house."
"Wait, Quinn knows that Cali's into you?" Jason lights up a cigarette of his own.
"She knows that we slept together. Well that I let Cali fuck me." Santana admits.
"What! How did I not know about this? What the fuck were you thinking?" Jason raises his voice higher than he should.
Santana stops her pacing, looking at her friend. "I know. It just happened. I thought she'd get over it. But apparently, she hasn't. Though, I don't understand why she's going for Puck?"
"Of course she hasn't. She's fucked in the head. Frankly, I think Quinn should just bitch slap her one." Jason states, puffing on his cigarette. The two of them go silent, both leaning on the porch ledge.
"That'd be hot." Santana admits.
"Really hot." Jason agrees.
"What should I do?" Santana asks.
"Show her that you love Quinn. And you don't want her crazy ass." Jason tells her, flicking his cigarette to the side.
…
"Where have you-" Santana cuts off Quinn's question with a chaste kiss in front of the entire party, including Beth's friends. Quinn finally finds her balance, coming down from the dizzy spell Santana gives her. "You taste like cigarettes."
"Sorry. I just really wanted to kiss you." Santana grins.
"Keep it PG." Puck laughs from where he and Cali are conversing.
Quinn gives him a silent finger, grabbing Santana for another kiss.
"They're really into each other huh?" Cali asks, running a hand down Puck's arm.
"Like you wouldn't believe." Puck grins.
Cali glares at the happy couple, before returning to her charming smile, "Want to get out of here?"
Puck thinks about it. He can't just up and leave his daughter's party. "I don't know. Quinn would have my balls if I leave the party. How about you give me your number and we meet up a little later?"
"I'd like that." Cali grins, flicking her eyes over to find Quinn glaring at her.
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Once all the guests have left, Santana collapses onto the couch, throwing her head into a cushion.
"And what do you think you are doing?" Quinn asks, leaning over the couch, playing with Santana's hair.
"Dying." Santana mumbles.
"Oh you are not. I need help with the cleaning." Quinn tosses her a cloth.
"Make Puck do it." Santana whines.
"He's in the shower." Quinn makes her way back to Santana. "The quicker we get the cleaning done, the quicker I drop my pants for you." She teases.
Santana leaps into action. "The things I do for love."
"There'll be no loving involved. Just handcuffs." Quinn smirks.
Santana is pretty sure that's the end of her.
…
Puck exits the bathroom door, through a cloud of steam, catching the two love birds pinned up against the wall.
"I think I need another shower." He interrupts.
Quinn quickly straightens her clothing, much to Santana's disapproval. "Where's Beth?" He asks.
"In the lounge, watching TV. She's pretty knackered." Quinn tells him. "Any chance you could keep her occupied for a while?" Quinn hopes.
"No can do." Puck shakes his head.
"What? Why the hell not?" Santana jumps in.
"I've got a date." Puck says proudly.
Santana's brows shoot up, "With who?"
"You're friend Cali." Puck announces.
Santana wishes he hadn't just said that, grabbing Quinn's arm quickly. "You can't be serious."
"Baby, it's okay. We'll wait for Beth to go to sleep." Santana tries to calm the situation.
Quinn glares at the Latina, "You know that's not what I'm talking about."
Santana looks Quinn in the eye, "I know. But let's not do this okay?" She hopes that Quinn will let it go.
"What's going on?" Puck looks confused.
Santana spins around quickly, "Nothing. It's nothing. Just enjoy your date."
"Will do. Don't wait up." Puck clicks his fingers, going to find something to wear.
"Why are you letting him do this?" Quinn pulls Santana into their room.
"It's one date. It's harmless. Puck's only here for a week. Now where were we?" Santana grabs the blondes hips, pulling her closer.
"I'm not in the mood any more." Quinn pulls away.
Santana growls with frustration. "Why are you so threatened by her? I've told you that she's nothing to me. I only want you. So why should it matter that she's seeing Puck?"
"Because I don't trust her." Quinn falls onto the bed.
"Well what about me? Do you trust me?" Santana's anger boils.
"Of course I trust you."
"Then what's the problem?" Santana stands above Quinn, bending down to place her hands on Quinn's knees.
"I just don't like knowing that she's had her way with you. That she's even in our lives. I wan't her to disappear." Santana's a mixed of completely turned on and frightened at the way Quinn speaks.
"You're kind of scaring me." Santana laughs. "And I'm really turned on by you right now."
Quinn laughs through the sniffles, "You are such a dick."
Santana snatches a kiss. "I love you Quinn Fabray. And no one is going to break us apart. Not even you or me. Got it?"
"Yes Ma'am." Quinn answers, allowing Santana to crawl on top of her. Letting her back fall against the mattress.
"Now, what was that about handcuffs?" Santana grins, sliding Quinn's arms above her head, snatching the handcuffs from the head board, locking them around Quinn's dainty wrists. "You have the right to scream my name as many times as you'd like." Santana grins, tugging at Quinn's jeans
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Puck meets Cali at a bar she's suggested. He finds her waiting at table, with a dress that leaves little to the imagination. He wonders how it's so easy for him, before realizing that he's such a stud.
"Hello there." Cali greets him. He kisses her on the cheek, taking the empty seat across from her.
"How's Beth? I hope I didn't get you in trouble."
"Nah it's cool. She was knackered." Puck orders himself a beer.
"You must have an excellent relationship with Quinn." Cali suggests, starting off a conversation. '
"Yeah. We've known each other since high school. Santana too. They're a force to be reckoned with." Puck laughs. Cali fakes a laugh with him, hating the way Quinn and Santana are talked up.
"So you and Santana are close? She's one of a kind that girl." Cali toys with her straw, trying her best not to look like she's obviously got the hots for Santana.
"Definitely." Puck laughs, "She even paid for my ticket out here. Shit, make sure you don't say anything around Quinn. She'd kill us both if she found out." Puck makes a fearful face.
Cali laughs, taking in the information. "I'll make sure to keep my mouth shut." She zips her lips across. "Tell me more about yourself Noah."
Puck smirks at the feeling of Cali's foot snaking up his leg.
…
They're pushing through her front door before he knows it. She's unbuttoning his top and he's doing anything he can to get her out of the dress. It's been a while for him, even if he wont admit it out loud.
They both catch their breath, before crashing their lips against each others. For him, it's just about the sex. For her, it's all apart of her plan. A plan that she wasn't even sure of. But now she knows all she has to do is take away all his energy, distract him until he's ready to sleep.
They find a way to he bedroom, crashing against her bed. She makes sure he's on top to do all the work. And he doesn't mind because all he wants is to get off.
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"Right there." Quinn whimpers against the feeling of Santana inside her. The Latina pushes harder, watching the way the blondes eyes roll back into her head. "Jesus..." Quinn hisses, tugging at the handcuffs around her wrists.
"Not quite." Quinn twitches at the hot breath that rushes over her bare chest.
"Fuck me." Quinn whispers, opening her legs wider.
"What do you say?" Santana pulls her fingers out, circling Quinn's entrance. Teasing her lover.
"Please baby." She pushes against Santana's fingertips, hoping that the Latina will give her what she wants.
Santana growls, sucking furiously at the blondes neck; shoving her fingers deep inside her.
Quinn gasps. This is it. It's building inside her and before either of them know it, Quinn's rocking against Santana's fingers, shuddering through her screams.
Santana knows that she has to stay still, she's learnt that much. She knows that Quinn needs to feel her until she comes down. While Quinn knows that Santana likes to roll onto her stomach when she's done, to catch her breath. But Quinn rarely lets her. She likes watching Santana in her sex haze.
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Puck falls against the mattress after their third round, taking as many turns as he can. His chest puffs out, catching his breath.
Cali sits up, holding the sheet over her chest, "Fancy a smoke?" She leans over, pulling out a joint from her night stand.
Puck grins, "Fucking aye." He kisses her furiously, letting her spark up the joint.
Cali grins, handing him the joint, knowing that her plan is definitely coming together.
…
Quinn lays awake, draped over Santana's naked form. Feeling her chest raise and drop underneath her. She loves watching Santana sleep. She loves knowing that only she gets to see this side of Santana. Albeit she's unconscious. But there's something about it. It's so intimate. She's so innocent. She's raw. There's no façade. There's no bitchy Santana. She's just Santana. Quinn's Santana.
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Cali waits until she's sure he's asleep. She finds it hard to believe that he made it so easy for her. Giving her the littlest piece of information that she could use. She hopes it works.
She steps off the bed, carefully checking to see if her movements woke the man, but she figures that he had enough weed to knock him into a deep sleep. She feels around his jeans, finding the object in his pocket. She unlocks the phone, clicks on the contacts. Scrolling down until she gets to the letter Q. She frowns when she doesn't find the name she's looking for. She double checks again that he's still asleep.
She scrolls through again, passing by Santana's name. It's when she hits B, that she find Baby Mama.
"Must be." she whispers. She hits options, compose SMS. Begins to type,
Thnks agn 4 paying 4 my tckt out. I owe u 1.
She hits send. Waits for the confirmation, then deletes the text. Places the phone back into the pocket, tosses the jeans to the side and climbs back into her bed, facing away from the sleeping pawn next to her, grinning to herself before easing into sleep.
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Quinn's almost asleep when the buzzing of her phone snaps her into alert mode. She rolls over, careful not to wake Santana. Knowing just how pissed Santana gets when she's woken up. She frowns at Pucks name on her screen, hoping that he's not informing her on his nights events, because she could give less of a shit about what he's getting up to with that whore.
She opens the message, reading,
Thnks agn 4 paying 4 my tckt out. I owe u 1.
She doesn't understand. Looking over at her sleeping partner. Her heart sinking at the fact that she feels left out of the loop. She knows that she didn't pay for his ticket. Which leaves only one other person...How could Santana pay for him? She should have known better. She decides that she'll leave it until the morning to bring up the matter. She places her phone back down, laying back down on her side of the bed, pulling the sheets over her body, curling into herself.