On her 8th day at Quinn's, Claire found herself waking up especially early. The teenager lay in bed for a while, thoughts churning in her head. She had absolutely no idea what was next for herself anymore. The thought of seeing Santana again soon somehow scared her and excited her at the same time. Her mind switched from Santana to Quinn quite frequently, and she felt the sudden need do something to show how grateful she was for the blonde's hospitality.
As quietly as she could, Claire got up and went downstairs into the kitchen. She figured Quinn wouldn't be down for at least 45 minutes, which should give her enough time. The dark haired girl worked on making her host breakfast, and to her surprise, the food actually turned out better than she expected it to. Very carefully and a bit nervously, Claire put it on a tray and started up to the second story.
"Ms. Fabray, may I come in? I, uh, I made you some breakfast." Claire called, carefully balancing the tray on one hand and then knocking on the closed bedroom door.
"Come in. And it's Quinn." Claire cursed herself for screwing up again and then opened the door. The moment she stepped into the room, she froze. Quinn was in nothing but her undergarments and was currently tasking herself with fastening her stockings to her garter belt.
"Wow, this was nice of you. But I told you, you don't need to do anything here. You don't have to anymore." Quinn said, looking up as she finished fixing her stockings. Claire shrugged and sat the tray down on her dresser. Quinn was relatively sure that the girl hadn't blinked the whole time she had been in the room.
"Well since you did something for me, let me do something for you. I picked out some clothes for you this morning and I'd imagine you've never had to wear stockings before. So how about you let me fit you with some and then we'll go into town perhaps?" She suggested. Claire forced herself to nod and then continued to stand there.
"Undress sweetie." Quinn prompted. Claire finally seemed to break out of her trance and nodded. The blonde walked over and took a bite of her breakfast, eyes trained on Claire as she tentatively pull off her nightgown. Quinn couldn't help but wince as she saw the scars that lined the younger girl's back.
"Here, go ahead and slip this on and then sit down on my bed." She instructed gently before handing the teen one of her spare garter belts. Claire quickly pulled it on and glanced over at Quinn anxiously as she sat down.
"Alright, left leg first." Claire obeyed immediately and lifted her left leg into the air. Her breath caught in her throat as Quinn's hands slid up her leg as she put on the stocking. The older girl's nails grazed her leg and she felt her face flush with heat as Quinn started to fasten the top of the stocking to her garter. Claire's hands gripped the blanket as the blonde moved on to her other leg.
"You're all set." Quinn's voice seemed so take on a sudden rasp and Claire felt like her heart was going to pound out of her chest. She hadn't expected this at all, not with Quinn. She had felt something similar once, in Santana's office, but this was about a thousand times more powerful. The teenager forced herself to look her host in the face and was suddenly shocked at how red the blonde's face was.
"Th-thank you." Claire forced out as she stood up. Quinn nodded and cleared her throat before walking over to her closet. She looked through the many dresses before pulling out three.
"Take your pick. I'm sure you'll look beautiful in all of them." Quinn smiled. This time, it was Claire who ended up with a red face. The teen looked at the dresses for a couple of minutes, before finally selecting a dark blue one. Quinn helped her into it and then led her to the mirror.
"Quite a change." The older of the two noted as she looked in the mirror as well. Claire looked almost shocked. It was strange to see herself in "mistress clothes". She was used to torn shorts and shirts and although the dress felt somewhat constricting, she didn't mind it.
"I've got a pair of shoes you can borrow as well. As soon as I'm done getting ready, we'll head into town. I need to purchase a few things, and you might as well come along." The blonde said. Claire took it as her cue to leave and quickly left the bedroom.
Ten minutes later, Quinn walked downstairs and found her guest waiting in the kitchen. Even though it had been over a week, she could tell the girl was still uncomfortable living in a place so different than her usual dwellings. Quinn thought a little space could do her good.
"Let's get going then." Quinn prompted as she headed towards the door. Claire followed her immediately and the two of them were escorted into the carriage by the driver. The ride to the town store was mostly silent, as both girls were immersed in their own thoughts.
Quinn didn't know how, or why, but somehow, she had felt attracted to Claire this morning. And by the look on the younger girl's face, she was feeling it too. She couldn't do this to Santana though. There was also the fact that Quinn had never felt anything for a girl before. What made Claire the first one?
This one's a lot shorter, which I apologize for, but I might not be home at all tomorrow and I wanted to update a bit. And btw, Claire/Santana shippers…don't lose hope yet ;)