"End me? You're joking right?" The intruder continued before pushing Quinn out of the way, leaving him and Santana a few inches apart from each other.
The thick stench of alcohol radiated off him as his face reddened with anger. This little girl picked the wrong day to mess with him. And he would make sure she remembered it.
Santana pulse quickened as she saw Quinn stumble from the brute's push. Without a second thought or a rapid inlay of words, Santana drove her fist into his nose feeling it break under the force. Bloodlust took hold as Santana lost track of everything….
Santana blanked….
She lost count of how many punches she threw... How many kicks she scored… How much hair she had managed to pull out….
Where Quinn was…
Until finally she felt the cold air of the night burst against her face and a firm grip pulling at here arm. Bouncer?Puck? Michael….
"I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS!" Quinn growled
Quinn? What the hell- OUCH!
A head-splitting headache took over Santana's whole sensory system as consciousness started to grip at her again. Did that fucker seriously get a shot in? Ow…
Santana knew her eyes were open but the double vision caused by the pain and the drink made it hard to register every image. Santana was left which fleeting images of streets and lights until she was finally seated in a car.
"Ms. Fabray?" Santana mumbled as Quinn leaned over her.
Quinn ignored Santana before taking a deep breath. How did Quinn get herself into this? And how did Santana still manage to make Quinn's senses leap in joy every time Santana was close to her? Santana was so close… and Quinn was so close to losing herself….
Santana turned her head to the car window as she tried to grasp her senses. This had to be a mistake… Why would Ms. Fabray be here? Oh yeah…. To pick her up… Wait… Ms. Fabray was there to pick Santana up?
Was Santana so wasted that reality was tearing, mixing with fantasy and dreams?...
Was she bleeding?
Warm, moist crimson started to drip down Santana's eyebrow as she turned her head, trying to focus on Quinn who was mere inches away from Santana.
"Ms. Fabray?" Santana mumbled again as Quinn brushed a blonde strand of hair behind her ear.
And Santana was ignored again….
"Quinn!"Santana growled as her head started to pound.
Ms. Fabray's eyes quickly found Santana's as shock formed in their green depth. Did Santana just call Quinn by her first name?
Quinn pulled back suddenly into the driver's seat as she brushed her fingers through her hair. Quinn couldn't do this…. She just needed to drop Santana off and get home… forget this whole night… every single sensation Santana drove down into Quinn's being.
Santana groaned as she brushed the blood from her brow with her sleeve. This was pointless….
"Oh my Gawd… You're bleeding" Quinn suddenly gasped as her eyes flickered between Santana's face and sleeve.
"It's just a small cut" Santana stammered as the care in Quinn's tone shocked her.
What the hell was going on?
"Yeah… Uhm… Perhaps we should just get you home" Quinn mumbled before starting the car.
"Yeah…" Santana replied as confusion drilled through her paining head.
"Wait… Did Brittany give you her key? Puck has mine…."Santana sighed as she cupped her forehead, leaning against the window.
"You don't have your apartment key? Are you shitting me right now?" Quinn gasped as hysteria started to take over?
WHAT THE HELL WAS QUINN SUPPOSE TO DO NOW? Take Ms. Sex-on-Legs home with her?... Quinn couldn't do this… What if she accidentally-
No… Quinn couldn't do this…
"It's cool… Just drop me off. I'll find some place to sleep" Santana grumbled
"No…" Quinn mumbled as they stopped at a red robot.
Quinn looked over at Santana who was now looking at Quinn strangely.
"I…." What was Quinn saying? "You can sleep on my couch tonight"
And there it was… the nail in Quinn's coffin…. Gawd Quinn hoped this wouldn't bite her in the ass. Perhaps Santana would just pass out? Gawd… Quinn hoped so…
"Sleep on your couch?" Santana couldn't help a small chuckle escaping her throat.
"Well do you have a better idea?"
Santana rolled her eyes before another jolt of pain coursed through her alcoholic veins. She was waaaaay to drunk and in pain to even argue right now.
"Whatever…" Santana groaned before turning her eyes to look at the light which passed them as they drove.
Silence filled the car as each of them lost themselves in their thoughts.
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Santana staggered out of the car after Quinn parked it. Could it be possible that she felt more drunk than usual? What was Santana doing here? This was stupidity….
"You need help?" Quinn stated…
Before Santana could argue, Quinn moved under Santana's arm. Santana's argument fell flat as the deep, intoxicating scent of Quinn enveloped her.
If Quinn was any other woman…. Argh…
Quinn led them both up the stairs before her hands started to snake her pockets for the keys. Quinn opened the door before taking a deep breath… this was harder than Quinn had thought.
"Let me just get the Lig-"
As Quinn tried to move forward, she lost her footing. The sudden collision into the wall caught Santana by surprise as Quinn crashed into her… pinning her against the wall. Darkness covered them as the heat of Quinn's body moulded into Santana's.
And Santana repeats….
If Quinn was any other woman…. Argh…
Quinn pulled away quickly before reaching out for the light. Quinn had to get her head right… This was her student. ARGH… why did she have to keep reminding herself that Santana was her student? That she wasn't allowed to go near Santana….
Santana couldn't help but start laughing as the irony become the elephant in the room. Santana was trapped inside a house with the one woman she wanted more than… anything really…
"Is something funny to you?" Quinn asked in shock as she made her way to the bedroom to get Santana something decent to wear…
Santana followed her, feeling suddenly lost in Quinn's apartment.
"Well don't you find this whole situation funny?" Santana teased as Quinn disappeared into her cupboard.
"Just sit on the bed so I can clean your wound Okay?" Quinn stated while shaking her head.
Self-control Quinn… Self-control…
"Is this how you generally seduce someone?" Santana joked before sitting on Quinn's comfortable bed.
Santana couldn't help but sink into the bed as sleep suddenly beckoned her.
"What makes you think I'm trying to sedu- …..Santana?"
Santana felt a weight shift on the bed, but her eyes refused open.
"Wow… does it hurt?" Quinn whispered as she traced the wound on Santana brow. Santana's mind started swimming in a flow of emotions as Quinn's fingers lingered before moving down, tracing Santana's jaw.
"Not really" Santana lied as Quinn pulled away.
"Then you're really going to hate me right now" Quinn said before giggling slightly.
"I don't think that's-" The sudden stinging sensation imprinted itself into Santana skull as Quinn cleaned Santana's wounded.
"For the love of…. ARGH! Could you atleast try and be gentle?" Santana cried as her eyes shot open.
"Oh…Stop being a Baby!" Quinn replied before a heavenly giggle escaped her lips.
"What makes me think you're enjoying this?" Santana teased as she sat up, looking at Quinn.
"Because I am" Quinn teased back.
Silence filled the room as Quinn leaned forward once more to brush Santana's brow again. The burn soon numbed to a slight tingle as Santana focused on each of Quinn's features.
"Can I ask you something?" Santana whispered
Quinn's eyes lowered over to meet Santana's… What was it about this girl that made Quinn question everything in this world? Was it wrong to like Santana… Want her? Quinn is straight… She's a lecturer… She's the older one… the logical one… Why did Santana make her question all of that?
"Yes Santana" Quinn replied before dropping her hands in her lap.
Quinn should've known this would be coming… how could she avoid this?
"Why are you doing this?" Santana mumbled as the words nearly choked her.
Why would anyone do this? Did they know Santana was a lost cause….Broken to the core. Why try to save what cannot be fixed?
"Because…. No matter how much you try and convince yourself that you're a hopeless cause… You're worth saving" Quinn whispered, although distracted by her own words.
Was Santana worth saving? Worth taking a risk on? Of course not… this adolescent 20-something year old was hopelessly drunk and most probably wouldn't even remember this tomorrow morning… but Quinn couldn't help but take pity on her.
Perhaps this is what the attraction was…. Quinn trying to fix ANOTHER hopeless cause. This would be the end of her…. Santana was just another animal which she was trying to tame and Quinn should've learnt her lesson by now.
Santana instantly recognized the look of pity which now filled Quinn's irises. What did Santana expect right? Of course Quinn would think of her as nothing more than a hopeless little student in need of guidance…. That's why Quinn came to The Echoshae tonight…
To "Save" Santana….. What a joke….
But ey… what did it matter right? Santana was young… drunk… infamous and having the time of her fucking life….
No one could take that away from Santana… Or Save her from it.
"Hey… did I say something wrong?" Quinn whispered as she brushed a strand of hair away from Santana's face.
"I don't need your saving… or pity" Santana stated as she brush Quinn's hand away and got up from the bed.
Santana really didn't have time for this. And here Santana's biggest fear was shagging a teacher? She'd be lucky if she didn't kill … and her holier-than-thou attitude.
"Santana… I didn't-"
"mean it like that?" Santana interrupted before laughing cynically.
Santana turned to see sitting on the bed, resting one leg beneath her. Was it possible for to look more alluring?... Perhaps… but in Santana's drunken frame of mind she couldn't recollect her own memories. Deep green eyes traced Santana's taunt figure…. This was not going the way Quinn had hoped.
"Santana…" Quinn sighed as she realized that Santana's concentration was dwindling.
"You don't know me" Santana blurted out.
"I know you drink so you don't feel the pain which haunts you every time you close your eyes"
Quinn couldn't help herself… the words just slipped out. Quinn rose instantly as she saw Santana's face contoured into shocked rage.
"Ah… Should've known… Brittany told you my sad little story" Santana started to laugh coldly. "So this is what this is…. A pity party for two?"
Quinn moved closer to Santana as Santana detached herself from the situation… Santana looked away from Quinn as she tried to hide the emotion which swam in smoldering chocolate eyes.
"Santana it's not what you think… "
Quinn physically flinched as Santana's eyes turned to face her. Painful rage burnt through Santana's intense eyes.
"Have you thought that maybe I like what I am and this…" Santana stated as she moved closer to Quinn, moving her lips to Quinn's ear… "Is me. Santana Lopez"
Santana's hot breath sent shivers down Quinn's spine as she realized that Santana was up against her once again, just like she had been in the club. Before she could stop it… Quinn's mind flushed with the memory of how good Santana felt against her… how her body moulded against Santana's perfectly.
"…. Have you ever thought that all of this…. Is a lie" Quinn gasped.
"No… you trying to pretend that this has no effect on you… is a lie" Santana purred before running her lips against Quinn's earlobe.
"Santana… I can't…" Quinn moaned in reply as her breath started to quicken.
Santana's lip soon found Quinn's pulse point making Quinn suddenly gasp in pleasure. Quinn wanted to pull away… Say that this was wrong… but how could Quinn when her own body was against her?
Quinn legs unexpectedly collided into her bed… It was like a temptation…. Nirvana handed to Quinn on a silver platter. All Quinn had to do was lie down… Give in.
Santana captured Quinn's lips with her own interrupting Quinn's thought. Quinn lost all sense… all control as she found herself laying back on her bed…. Quinn couldn't deny that she wanted Santana… Every inch of Santana… and Quinn couldn't deny that she couldn't fight this any longer.
Santana followed in Quinn's wake, pinning Quinn to her bed as their bodies molded against each other. Santana's hunger consumed her...
A deep whimper escaped Quinn's lips as the kiss deepened. Santana lost herself in her craving as Quinn ran her fingers through Santana's hair, pulling Santana closer.
"Santana" Quinn huskily breathed against Santana's lips before Santana lips once again made their way to Quinn's throat as Quinn arched into Santana's caress.