All right, so a few things about this one:
A) ThereIsOnlyOneFancypants requested Candy Stripper Quinn (oh lala!) and then I couldn't stop writing haha.
B) Pezberry friendship!
C) I love writing a wounded and vulnerable Santana.
D) I hope you guys enjoy this one.
Oh What a Night
"Fuck, I told you, Rachel!" Santana cursed, pressing her shirt to her forehead, blood still gushing through and soaking the fabric.
Rachel sniffled as she unlocked and opened the door to Quinn and Santana's apartment, moving aside so Quinn could usher a bloody and bruised up Santana inside.
"I know." Rachel said barley above a whisper, choking on a sob.
"And what did I tell you?" Quinn asked as she guided Santana to the bathroom.
Santana rolled her eyes, but no one could see it, "I had to."
"Sit." Quinn said, motioning her towards the edge of the bathtub, before turning to the cupboard to look under the sink, "Here's something I never thought I would have to use..." She muttered to herself as she pulled out a first aid kit.
"I bought you that." Rachel quietly said, tears still streaming down her face.
"Thank god." Quinn said finally looking up at her and sighing when she saw the distraught look on her best friend's face, her heart aching for the petite brunette, "Rachel..."
Rachel used the back of her hand to wipe her tears away, shaking her head, "I'm fine, don't worry about me, please tend to Santana."
Santana patted the spot next to her, trying to offer her a reassuring smile, "Come sit."
Rachel simply nodded and walked over, taking a seat next to Santana, reaching for her hand, giving it a squeeze for the both of them, knowing Santana needed the comfort just as much as she did.
"Okay, move your shirt." Quinn ordered, watching as Santana slowly peeled her bloody shirt from her forehead, the blonde already giving up at the sight of the wound and the blood pouring from it, "You need stitches, let's go to the hospital."
"I ain't gettin' no stitches, Q! Just patch me up and let's move on."
Quinn sighed, but nodded. She wasn't really in the mood to sit in the emergency room anyway, so she reached in the first aid kit to grab what she needed and then proceeded to roughly grab Santana's chin so she could force her into a better angle.
"Hey, be careful!" Santana snapped, wincing due to Quinn's manhandling, "Why are you being so mean to me right now?"
"I'm mad at you." Quinn answered without hesitation.
"There is no need to be irate with her, Quinn. This is my fault." Rachel insisted, wincing when Santana squeezed her hand once Quinn applied some disinfectant.
"Quinn that hurt!"
"Well if you didn't act like some lunatic you wouldn't be sitting here like this right now!" Quinn yelled, fed up with how the night had turned out and the way Santana had jumped into a physical fight causing herself to get injured, finally just throwing the bloody disinfectant cloth at her, tears unknowingly stinging her eyes.
Rachel swiftly stood up, putting a hand on Quinn's shoulder, "I'll clean her up. Go have a glass of wine or something."
"I can do it." Quinn muttered with shaky hands.
"Quinn, go." Rachel insisted, trying her best to sound strict in the current state she was in, "I need something to do anyway."
Quinn stared at her for a minute, before finally nodding, letting out a slow breath and leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.
It was Rachel's turn to let out a breath and then she turned around to face Santana.
"I can fix myself up." Santana said her voice calm and quiet.
Rachel shook her head, coming to stand in front of her, carrying on where Quinn had left off. They were both quiet while Rachel delicately tended to the wounds on Santana's face, definitely much gentler than Quinn was being moments before.
"I couldn't let him get away with hurting you like that." Santana finally said, "I know what kind of guy Brody is, I warned you."
"I know." Rachel replied, her voice weary and defeated.
"He came out worse than I did anyway."
"Santana..." Rachel sighed as she finished up, pausing so she could throw the bloody cloths and gauze away and wash her hands, "I really appreciate what you did for me tonight. I'm not going to admit that in front of Quinn of course and I don't condone violence, but seeing you physically hurt him was particularly satisfying." She admitted and for the first time that night a small smile found her lips.
"But?" Santana asked, looking up at her.
"You don't have to be so protective over me." Rachel stated, "You and I used to fight, maybe not physically, but we had a few award winning arguments throughout the years. A love hate relationship if you will. What changed?"
Santana looked away and just shrugged.
Rachel reached out sliding two fingers under her chin, tenderly tilting her head up so they were locking eyes, "Santana talk to me."
Santana rolled her eyes, not ready to make such a cheesy confession, but since Rachel was being so sweet and taking care of her, she figured she owed her an explanation, something she would blame on the alcohol if Rachel ever brought it up again in the future, "Ever since Finn you know..." Santana quietly began, "I worry about you, especially since you're starting to become more well known on Broadway, I don't want anyone taking advantage of you."
Rachel's breath hitched in her throat, tears starting to form again for an entirely different reason now, but she did her best to keep them from falling, "I am a capable adult, Santana. I appreciate your protective nature when it comes to our friendship, but that is not a responsibility you should be burdening yourself with, especially when I have to clean up wounds."
"Well too bad, because I am." Santana matter-of-factly stated as she carefully stood up, "This is probably some of the alcohol making me say this, but I love ya, Berry." She said and then opened her arms so she could pull her into a hug, "Welcome to the Lima Heights protection services."
Rachel wrapped her arms around Santana, relaxing into her embrace. It was weird, but she felt safe in Santana's arms, something she never thought she would feel around Santana Lopez ever.
"May I suggest something then?" Rachel asked, resting her head against her shoulder wanting to make the hug last a little longer, needing the comfort, "Since you're so willing to protect me, I feel like I should offer you some advice."
"Okay?"
"We all know you can make someone cry with your words alone. I highly suggest that method, because you have one pissed off girlfriend waiting for you on the other side of this door." Rachel slightly pulled away so she could look up at her, "And I also don't particularly like seeing you hurt."
Santana sighed and nodded, "Do you think Medusa had enough wine to calm down?"
"For your sake, let's hope, because I have zero doubt Quinn Fabray's cold stares could turn anyone to stone." Rachel smirked finally detaching from the embrace so she could head for the door, her hand hovering over the doorknob, "You ready?"
"I'd rather get into another fight than face Quinn right now." Santana truthfully answered.
"Consequences." Rachel shrugged and then turned the handle to open the door and then she stepped out of the bathroom, looking around expecting to find Quinn in the kitchen, instead finding the blonde coming out of the bedroom, marching straight to the living room to throw a pillow and blanket on the couch.
"I was just going to call a cab and go home..." Rachel said, taking a step back when Quinn abruptly turned around.
"You're staying the night." Quinn said the tone in her voice telling Rachel there was no exception, "Santana is sleeping on the couch tonight and you will be sharing the bed with me."
Santana gasped, coming to stand next to Rachel, "I didn't do anything wrong!" she declared, pausing to take in the look she was getting from the both of them, Quinn's glare making her take a small step back behind Rachel, "Okay, well maybe I could have handled things differently tonight, but I don't deserve the couch. I'm wounded."
"Whose fault is that?" Quinn asked.
"I can take the couch, I don't mind." Rachel tried to intervene.
Quinn snapped her fingers and pointed to the bedroom, "Rachel go."
"Yes, Quinn." Rachel nodded, throwing Santana a look of apology over her shoulder, before quickly disappearing into the bedroom. There was no way she was going to disobey Quinn, not with the dreadful HBIC look in her eyes.
Quinn's hard gaze soon fell upon Santana, her voice harsh as she spoke, "We'll talk tomorrow."
"Well can you at least sleep with the door open so I know you're not getting it on with, Berry?" Santana teased, trying to lighten the mood.
"I'm not making jokes right now, Santana." Quinn firmly stated then turned and headed towards the bedroom, "There's a change of clothes for you on the couch."
Santana gasped for a second time watching her angry girlfriend go, cursing as she headed to the living room and began to change, spewing profanities until she flopped on the could with a thud, still ranting, "Stupid Brody, he deserved to get his ass kicked." She muttered, "Whatever, it was worth it. Quinn would just hog all the stupid blankets anyway. At least I can get a blanket to myself tonight..." she trailed, her tirade coming to an end when she heard the floor creak and a few seconds later Quinn appeared and was standing in front of her with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Yes?" Santana asked not hiding the pout and scowl very present on her face.
Quinn rolled eyes, the huge fact that she was in love with the troublemaker on the couch causing worry to consume her and she knew she wouldn't be able to rest if she didn't make sure she was all right."Are you okay?"
Santana sat back against the couch, mumbling an, "I'll live."
"I'm serious, San. You don't have an concussion or something?"
Santana shook her head, "I just have a headache, which I'll fix with Motrin."
Quinn studied her for a moment, from the looks of it, things seemed to be patched up, so she finally nodded, "Okay, goodnight, I love you."
Santana smirked, "Love me enough to let me sleep in the bed?"
"Goodnight, Santana." Quinn said and then turned to head back into the bedroom.
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A few hours later, Santana sat on the couch with her head in her hands, the pain throbbing through her skull rudely keeping her awake, tempted to take two more ibuprofen or at this point the entire bottle just so she could get some kind of relief.
Quinn and Rachel were long gone in the bedroom, probably sleeping, while Santana was left in the living room alone to think about what she had done. In her mind she was a god damn hero, sticking up for Rachel when she needed someone, but to Quinn she was just a troublemaker and was punished to the couch for the night.
"Fuck." Santana muttered, trying to relax but now that the alcohol was wearing off, the punches and blows she received during the fight were starting to make themselves known. She quickly pulled her hands from her face when she felt something oozing from her forehead, looking down at her fingertips to see blood.
She tentatively touched the area that Rachel had patched up, more blood seeping through as her fingers came in contact with the white bandage. Slowly she sat up, pausing to overcome a wave of dizziness and then made her way to the bathroom. She flicked on the light and looked in the mirror, the white patch over her forehead wound stained with blood.
Finally realization set in and she regretted her earlier altercation, grabbing a cloth to quickly dab at the fresh red liquid trailing down her face with shaky hands, "I fucked up." She nodded and then headed off to the bedroom.
She barged in and went straight to the side Quinn was sleeping on, "Quinn." Santana tried and reached out, shaking at her shoulder, "Quinn?" she hissed suddenly finding herself nervous and worried.
Quinn jolted awake, slowly sitting up, squinting her eyes to peer at Santana, "What is it?"
"I know you're mad at me..." Santana began, her voice hoarse as she struggled to hold back tears, "But my forehead won't stop bleeding and I have this really bad headache and –"
"Okay, okay." Quinn said and reached out to turn the lamp on, the light in the room causing Rachel to stir awake. The blonde reached out to gently pull the cloth from Santana's face, trying to hide her worried expression.
"What's going on?" Rachel groggily asked turning over to see what was happening.
"I need to take Santana to the emergency room." Quinn answered and climbed out of bed.
Rachel's hand flew over her mouth as she gasped with fret, "Santana, you said you were all right!"
"I thought I was and then the alcohol started to wear off." Santana answered her voice shaky, watching as Quinn started to pull on some more clothes.
"I'll come too." Rachel said, "This is mostly my fault."
Quinn shook her head, "It's not your fault. You stay here. There's no sense in all of us going. I'll keep you updated through text."
"Are you sure?" Rachel asked.
"I'm sure." Quinn nodded in that monotone voice that held zero expression as she walked over and draped a button up shirt over Santana's shoulders, "Put that on and let's go."
Not long after the two were sitting in the emergency waiting room, Quinn filling out Santana's paper work for her, as Santana sat with her head on Quinn's shoulder, the cloth still held tightly to her forehead.
"What if I end up with a nasty scar?" Santana whispered with fret, trying to hold back her tears as her body punished her with pain and her headache grew worse, "What if – what if I have brain damage and every second I sit here going untreated it gets worse?"
Quinn finally snorted and looked down at her, "You don't have brain damage."
"You don't know that, you're not a doctor, Quinn." Santana stated and then sucked in sharp breath, "What if I lose my short term memory?"
"Santana, stop it."
Santana pouted, sitting there quietly for a few minutes before she lifted her head and looked around, "Where are we?"
Quinn's perfectly shaped eyebrow rose with question, turning to watch her girlfriend, who looked back at her with a confused look.
"Who are you?" Santana asked.
"San?" Quinn asked with disbelief, "It's almost four in the morning. I'm pissed at you and I'm worried about you, do you really think I want to play one of your games?"
Santana's face softened and she let out a slow breath, "Sorry, I'm just trying to lighten the mood." She quietly said and rested her head back down on Quinn's shoulder. She wasn't going to admit it out loud, but she was actually scared and worried for herself too. She felt badass and brave when she was in the fight, but now that her bruises and wounds were making themselves known she felt anything but courageous.
"Santana Lopez."
Santana sat up and slowly stood, looking down at Quinn who had yet to move, "Are you coming with me?" She asked her voice almost on the verge of a whine.
Quinn looked up and nodded, standing up and wrapping her arm around Santana's waist, guiding her over to the male nurse that had called her name, following him into another room.
"We'll have a doctor in here to see you shortly." The nurse politely said and then shut the door.
Santana sat on the bed, still holding the cloth to her forehead, her eyes on Quinn who was leaning against the wall taking in her surroundings.
"Quinn..." Santana quietly began, her voice mixed with overwhelming emotions due to the situation she suddenly found herself in, waiting until the blonde was looking at her before she asked, "Are you going to break up with me?"
Quinn looked over at her, finally seeing the look of defeat and trouble on her face and so she pushed off the wall and made her way over to her and stood in between her legs. "Santana..."
Santana looked down at her lap, sniffling, "Well, you're doing that thing where you get really quiet and I can't read your expression or energy and I can't tell what you're thinking and I made you come here in the middle of the night with me-"
"You didn't make me come here." Quinn cut her off and then reached up to take her face between her hands, minding her cuts, "I came because I love you and I care. I'm quiet because I'm worried and I know you are too, so I'm trying to be the tough one here. I think you were already tough enough for all of us."
Santana could only nod as tears finally fell from her eyes, using her free hand to swiftly wipe them from her cheeks, "God, now look at me, so much for being a badass."
Quinn pressed a kiss to the top of Santana's head and then gently wrapped her arms around her, offering her comfort until there was a knock on the door and she pulled away and turned around just as the doctor walked in.
"Okay, so somebody here needs stitches." The doctor smiled as she came in and set the chart down and grabbed some gloves, turning to face Santana. "Oh, should I ask how the other person looks?" She questioned and walked over to examine Santana.
Quinn moved to the side, looking down as Santana quickly grabbed her hand to make sure she didn't stray too far, finding it a little cute that even though she was a grown woman, Santana needed a hand to hold. "Even though I'm still mad about what happened. I will proudly say that she took down a man twice her size in a bar fight."
"A man?" The doctor asked with astonishment and pulled the cloth from Santana's forehead and then slowly pulled the bloody bandage from the wound and tossed it in the trash, "I'm impressed. And now here you are with battle wounds. Let me clean you up and send you home so you can rest after your eventful night."
"With pain medication right?" Santana asked.
The doctor let out a low laugh, "I'll see what I can do."
After Santana received her stitches and the doctor examined her to make sure the rest of her body was okay, she was released and an hour and a half later the couple returned home to find Rachel waiting anxiously on their couch.
"Finally." Rachel sat up and walked over to them.
"No concussion." Quinn stated, "Stitches on her forehead, the rest of her cuts and bruises are all superficial. She'll be fine."
"It's almost six in the morning. I'm going to sleep the whole day away." Santana mumbled, "Q, can I have those pills the doctor gave you for me?"
"Yes, go lay down I'll be there in a minute." Quinn said.
"I'm so happy she's all right." Rachel said as she watched her disappear into the bedroom, "I didn't mean for any of this to happen...I should have listened to you both when you warned me. It's not her fault. Don't be too hard on her, okay?"
"It's okay, Rachel it isn't your fault." Quinn assured her and pulled her into a hug. "And don't worry, Santana and I will have a small talk when she's feeling better."
Rachel hugged her back, holding the embrace for a minute before pulling back, "I'm going to head back to my place and get some more sleep. If you need anything please don't hesitate to call."
"I will thank you." Quinn said and walked her to the door, "Text me when you arrive home."
Once Rachel was gone, Quinn headed into the bedroom and gave Santana her pills and then she climbed into bed next to her, the two of them both passing out right away due to the long night they had. As Quinn was about to slip off into dreamland an idea popped in her mind and finally a smile appeared on her lips for the first time in the past few hours as she finally fell asleep.
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Sometime later that evening, while Santana still slept the pain medication off, Quinn quietly rummaged through their closet, looking and hoping she'd be able to find what she was looking for, her hand stopping when it reached a certain dress letting out an "ah-ha!" as she grabbed it and pulled it down, "She would still have this." She smiled to herself and then began to pull it on, checking herself out in the mirror, smiling and satisfied with herself when she put on the small hat.
Quietly she slipped out of the bedroom and headed to the kitchen to prepare something for them to eat.
Forty-five minutes later Santana slowly stirred awake, still in a little bit of pain, but not as much as she was before. Slowly and with a small whimper she sat up, still very much groggy and sore and hungry. Just as she was about to climb out of bed in search of Quinn and food, the bedroom door slowly opened.
"San, you awake?"
Santana looked up, "Barley."
Quinn stepped into the room and flicked on the light, smiling when the sight of her seemed to shake any sleep Santana had left right out of her.
"Quinn..." Santana whispered her eyes going wide at the sight of Quinn dressed in her old candy stripper outfit she still had from high school. "Damn." She swallowed before any drool could escape her mouth, "Damn, Quinn. You look hot as fuck in that."
Quinn chewed her bottom lip as she slowly approached the bed, having put on a pair of heels to add to the look, "Well, I believe someone needs to be taken care of after last night's events."
Santana looked around and then back up at Quinn, slowly nodding, "Wait – is this – is this a pain medication dream? Please for the love of all that is holy tell me this is not a dream."
"It's not a dream." Quinn lightly laughed, "Are you hungry?"
"Mmhm." Santana nodded her eyes still hungrily taking all of Quinn in.
"I made some food. I'll be right back." Quinn stated and turned to walk away, giving her hips an extra sway as she did.
"Fuck." Santana breathed once Quinn left the room, "I knew that outfit would come in handy again one day."
Twenty minutes later, Santana finished the sandwich Quinn had made her and put the plate on the nightstand and then washed it down with some water, her eyes never leaving Quinn.
"Good?" Quinn asked smiling when all Santana did was nod, enjoying the fact that she had her girlfriend's undivided attention. "Have I left you speechless, Santana?" she questioned and then kicked off the heels and slowly climbed on the bed, hiking the dress up a little so she could straddle Santana's waist.
"I thought you were mad at me." Santana answered her breath hitching in her throat when Quinn rested her weight down, her hands coming to rest on her thighs, "I mean, yesterday it seemed like it and now today you're dressed all sexy and taking care of me."
"Okay, so I think now is the time where we have that meaningful talk." Quinn stated and smoothed her hands up Santana's tank top, mostly feeling her taut stomach, but also checking on any bruises she may have sustained during last night's fight, "I am mad yes, but only because you willingly put yourself in danger." She explained, "I know you came out the victor in that fight and you were doing it to protect Rachel and I love that you are so protective over me and our friends, Santana, but I don't love when you lose control and it causes you harm."
Santana nodded with understanding, not yet replying, sensing there was more.
Quinn leaned forward, gently taking her face in her hands, "You can't stand watching me or Rachel get hurt, so what makes you think I enjoy watching you suffer?"
"I-I didn't think-"
"No, you didn't think." Quinn quietly said, pressing a kiss to her lips, "And look what happened. We could have walked away and went home. Rachel learned her lesson the hard way. You didn't have to add to it. You only made her feel worse by getting hurt in return, do you understand?"
"I understand."
"So please try and be rational so this doesn't happen again, although with that mouth of yours, who knows what other kind of trouble you'll get into." Quinn teased.
Santana shook her head, "I only want to use my mouth on you."
"Good." Quinn smirked, her voice stern as she added, "Because I don't want to have to explain myself again. Comprende?"
Santana reached up to rest her hands over Quinn's, which were still gently cradling her face, "Loud and clear."
Quinn pressed another quick kiss to Santana's lips, sitting back up and combing her fingers through her hair, brushing her black tresses away from the stitches on her forehead, "Now, I think I have a girlfriend to coddle. What hurts?"
"Everything." Santana answered and slowly blinked, a small throb surrounding her eye, "Am I getting a black eye?"
Quinn cupped her cheek, brushing her thumb under her left eye, pursing her lips as she examined it, "A small one. Would you like some ice?"
"I actually have another suggestion." Santana slyly smirked, licking her lips as her eyes drifted to Quinn's cleavage, "A small rest between two pillow like cushions?"
Quinn smiled with a faint laugh, "How is that going to help?"
"I don't know, but I can't stop staring at them. I've never seen them look so full and pushed up like that before." Santana said with desire, "They're perfect."
"The miracle of a push up bra." Quinn smirked as her hands smoothed up her own stomach and cupped her breasts, looking down at them, silently admiring the look herself.
"Fuck, Quinn." Santana moaned her hands coming to rest on Quinn's hips, "If I wasn't injured... fuck. Is my punishment you teasing me? Because it's working."
Quinn smiled and slowly leaned forward, resting her forearms on either side of Santana's head, "Maybe – I really am going to take care of you though." She assured and pressed a small kiss to her lips, allowing Santana's hands to roam her body, "Now that you ate, you need to shower. Then after..." she began her voice turning into a sultry whisper, "I was thinking I could give you a massage and –"
Santana cut her off by crashing their lips together, pulling Quinn's body down so she was fully on top of her, wrapping her arms around her waist about to flip them, but her entire body quickly protested that sudden move, causing her to suck in a sharp breath, groaning in pain.
Quinn let out a slow breath, their lips still inches apart as she shook her head, "There's a reason I'm taking care of you."
Santana swallowed hard, her jaw clenched as the pain slowly subsided, "Fuck."
Quinn dipped her head down, nibbling on Santana's ear, her breath hot and delicious as she whispered, "Do you see what you're missing out on all because you wanted to be bad ass and get into a fight?"
"Quinn..." Santana moaned her eyes fluttering shut and her hands sliding down to grope Quinn's ass, "You're being so mean right now."
Quinn smirked and pulled back a little, maybe she was teasing herself too, but she had more self-control than Santana, and the frustrated look on Santana's face was telling her that this was the perfect punishment for putting herself in danger and worrying her the night before. She could have given her the silent treatment, she could have relied on her old bitchy ways, but she decided that teasing her girlfriend with sexual frustration was way more fun and satisfying than being an angry bitch towards her.
"I will let you play for a few minutes." Quinn said, waiting until Santana's eyes were focused on hers, "And then you're taking a shower."
"Play?" Santana questioned.
Quinn shifted up Santana's body a little more and then curled her arm gently under Santana head, minding the stitches on her forehead she slowly lowered down and held Santana's head in place, smiling when she felt Santana nuzzle her nose in the crack of her cleavage.
"Imalreadyfeelingbetter." Santana mumbled and wrapped her arms around Quinn's waist so she wouldn't pull away. "Iloveyou." She said her hand sliding around Quinn's side, about to cup a boob, but Quinn smacked her hand away.
"No touching. The ladies are off limits until further notice."
"Oh Dios mio. My face will do." Santana moaned turning to press a kiss to Quinn's chest while also grabbing a lungful of air before diving back in, her hands running restlessly up and down Quinn's back, easily feeling the curves and muscles through the dress, aggravated and turned on, her hands finally settling back on Quinn's ass, massaging it and drawing her closer, "Esto es el cielo."
A few minutes later Quinn pulled away, sitting up with a clear of her throat, smiling down at her turned on and disheveled looking girlfriend, "All right, time for a shower."
"A fucking cold shower." Santana grumbled her eyes dark with desire, her eyes slowly roaming Quinn's body once again, drinking the sight in, letting it burn into her memory.
"Me too." Quinn quietly muttered to herself, before climbing off of Santana and the bed, pointing to their en suite, "I'll be waiting with more pain meds."
Santana huffed and slowly climbed out of bed, "And a massage, don't think for one second I forgot that you mentioned giving me a massage."
Quinn nodded, "I'll be waiting."
Santana slowly made her way to the bathroom, pausing at the door so she could turn around and face Quinn, "Don't you dare change."
Quinn fixed her hat and winked, tugging the skirt part of her dress down a little, "Don't worry, Candy Stripper Quinn will still be here when you're done."
Santana gave her a nod and finally went into the bathroom, grumbling something about how she was never going to get into another fight again if it kept her from sex.
After taking a shower in record time, Santana came out of the steamed filled bathroom, her eyes widening at the sight of Quinn lying on the bed, still dressed up, her head propped up on her hand, looking like a model straight from a dirty magazine.
"Fuck, Quinn. I don't even know if you giving me a massage while wearing that is a good idea. Not if I can't do anything about it."
A sly smile tugged at the corner of Quinn's lips, there was no denying that she was absolutely loving the attention Santana was giving her, making a mental note that she was definitely going to have to research more sexy outfits for the near future for them to have fun with, especially since this one seemed to be driving Santana crazy.
Quinn simply shrugged her shoulders and slowly sat up, "It's up to you, San. You'll probably fall asleep soon after you take your pills anyway. Wouldn't you rather be relaxed?"
Santana walked over, clutching her side as she slowly approached, standing in between Quinn's legs, "I love you and hate you so much right now."
"I have to admit. I am having a blast." Quinn smirked and reached out, gently tugging Santana's arm away from her side, lifting her tank top to discover a large bruise, her smile fading due to the sight, "Did you really come out of that fight the winner, San?"
"Huh? That's nothing." Santana assured her, reaching out to gently grab her chin so she could tilt her head up, "It's just my head that hurts."
"Still?" Quinn asked with worry, pushing her back a little so she could stand up and peer into her eyes, searching for any signs of harm.
"Quinn, don't ruin the fun. The doctor said I was fine, so massage me, pill me, tease me and put me to sleep."
"Okay." Quinn whispered pressing a quick kiss to her lips and then nodded to the nightstand, "Take the pills and then lay down."
Santana did as she was told and after washing down the pain meds she climbed on the bed and carefully laid on her stomach, letting out a content breath when the familiar weight of Quinn settled over her, and warm hands slid under her tank up and strong fingers began to knead into her back.
"If your fingers can't be between my legs, I suppose this is the second best place for them to be." Santana whimpered with pleasure.
Quinn simply smiled, not saying anything as she massaged the muscles of Santana's back, alternating between gentle and hard, working out a few knots and sore spots, paying attention to Santana's reactions on where she wanted her hands the most. A little bit later she decided to reward herself, tugging Santana's sweatpants down so she could merrily massage her butt.
"Naughty girl." Santana sleepily grinned.
"It's staring right at me. I couldn't resist." Quinn stated working her fingers and then giving Santana's ass a playful smack, before pulling her pants back up so she could treat her back again.
"I'm falling asleep." Santana pouted.
"Good. The more you rest the faster you heal."
"Noo..." Santana whined unable to keep her eyes open, "Quinn..."
"Don't fight it, San." Quinn said leaning down so her body was hovering over hers, planting a few kisses to the back of her neck.
"I learned my lesson, kay?" Santana mumbled, "I'm gonna be horny for days after this..."
Quinn quietly laughed and couldn't help put press another kiss to her shoulder, "Goodnight."
"Mmhm." Santana hummed and just like that her breathing had evened out and she was passed out for the rest of the night.
Quinn sat up with a shake of her head, smiling down at her, "I can't believe how much I love you." she whispered and then climbed off and headed to the bathroom, her too needing a cold shower after tonight's fun, something she would never ever admit to Santana.
- Yes, Brittany will be showing up soon.
- Yes, I will do a back injury Quinn one too lol.
- Yes, I love all the reviews and love this story gets. I know it gets repetitive, but I will never stop thanking you all lol