PART ONE

Quinn was in town and didn't they know about it. Rachel hadn't shut her trap for the past half hour telling Santana all about what their queen in soon-to-be residence had been up to, down to the very last detail. As if she hadn't been keeping in touch with her herself. Well, she hadn't, but that was beside the point. Apparently, Quinn was in the city with some of her college friends so she wouldn't be gracing them with her presence until tomorrow night. What a privilege.

"If we're going out tomorrow shall we just stay in and have a movie night? Just us three roomies."

"Rachel, I have been slaving away all week, I am not staying in and succumbing to your grandma ways. So I'm going out tonight and I think," she went up to Rachel and Kurt who were washing and drying the dishes together and slung her arms around their necks, "you guys should come with me."

"You're really not going to stay in with me?" she pouted at Santana and Kurt cleared his throat. "Or Kurt?"

"Am I fuck. No offence Rach, but if we have one more movie night this week I think I might pull my hair out." She let her arm around Kurt fall away so she could wrap herself around Rachel. "Please, Rach, I can't go alone. I might get kidnapped."

"Santana," Rachel laughed out as she tried to wriggle herself out of the death grip Santana had her in, "I don't want to."

"Pretty please? With a cherry on top?" When Santana released her Rachel shook her head no, again. "Don't be boring. I won't have fun without you."

When Santana moved in it took the three of them some time to adjust to the clash of personalities that came with all of them living in one small space with no real rooms to hide in or to have complete privacy, it could be a lot sometimes. Especially after they had to rearrange the curtains to create space for an extra bedroom, every centimetre of space was a hot commodity. There was the bathroom of course, but it didn't make for the most comfortable spot to relax. But by now they'd found a rhythm, they'd gotten used to each other's weird habits and rituals, they'd even taken to creating their own little rituals to do together.

Rachel had found a kindred spirit in Santana's skin routine, she'd admired from afar in high school due to their less than friendly relationship, but now she knew how Santana's skin was so silky smooth. From head to toe. Her many creams and ointments rivaled Rachel's, it was an odd thing to initially bond over, but before they knew it they were spending evenings experimenting with face masks over a few glasses of wine and talking into the small hours. They'd even given Kurt a fright when he'd gone gallivanting with some friends from his course one night and returned to a dimly lit apartment with two Hannibal-Lecter-looking masks eerily turning in sync to look in his direction as he stumbled into the loft. He may or may not have screamed. He had not been expecting them to be up so late, never mind looking like the murderers in some B-movie horror flick. That one had been the cause of many a giggle fit in the following days.

In many ways it was them against the world – as cliché as it sounded.

They'd all gotten a lot closer. They were friends, real friends, who laughed, cried, and sang together. After a couple of weeks of acting as though the act of singing in the apartment offended her very existence, Santana had come around to the occasional sing-a-long, a victory Rachel claimed as her own, she just knew Santana couldn't resist for much longer before she gave in. And she was right. Actually, Santana and Rachel's relationship had really begun to blossom, they still annoyed each other and fell out sometimes, but that was life. The high school pettiness and name-calling was no more though, a more adult appreciation between them was shared and the past - though not ignored – forgiven.

That's why Rachel begrudgingly agreed, "Fine, but you have to buy me at least three drinks."

Santana had a point. They had stayed in a lot lately, but for good reason. Bills didn't pay themselves and NYADA kept Kurt and herself busy as it was, unwinding was a sedentary activity in Rachel's eyes, but she could admit that she hadn't let her hair down properly in a while. Yes, they were going to be out again tomorrow, but they were young. This is what young people did, she thought. Also, she'd be with her best friends, she could make this a win-win.

"Two." Santana squinted her eyes at her, knowing full well she was pushing her luck, but you couldn't blame a girl for trying. The waitress wage she was on plus New York drink prices were not a match made in financial heaven.

Rachel crossed her arms. "Three."

"Three it is! Now come on, let's get ready."

Santana took Rachel's arm and dragged her toward her room. Kurt used the dish towel to dry his hands as he watched the two of them leave him behind.

"Are you guys forgetting somebody?"

"Get your ass over here, Hummel. I promise I didn't forget about you, I just know that you have the good sense to live a little without encouragement."

"Hey! I live a little without encouragement." Rachel argued.

"So you're not going to buy me three drinks?"

Santana turned to look at Rachel who she was still loosely holding on to, "Rachel's a lightweight," she looked over to Kurt, "you can have one of hers."

"You can't promise me three and then take one away."

"I just did."

Rachel turned to Kurt with a smile. "Kurt, I will happily share with you."

"Thank you, Rachel. Now ladies," he offered both of his arms for them to link, "I think it's time to make ourselves look fabulous."

Santana had convinced them to head to her favourite bar by claiming that one of the bartenders looked like a lesbian Will Schuester. Admittedly it added some intrigue, but the very fact it was a gay bar had neither complaining. Kurt being gay and all and Rachel being a very close ally - something that Santana could most certainly vouch for. It was a perfectly agreeable place to go.

The bar they arrived at was more of a club, but it was to be expected, Santana wouldn't spend a Friday night nursing a drink sat in a booth with a sticky table and seats that had questionable stains. No, she'd be getting drunk, dancing, and potentially finding somebody to fall into bed with - with her friends there with her to boot.

Keeping her promise, she led the way to the bar, Kurt and Rachel in tow. She placed a hand on the bar's edge and turned back to them, "Don't look now, or do, but is that," she nodded her head toward the woman serving the blonde chick next to her, "or is that not Willamina?"

"Santana just because a woman has short, curly hair," Rachel began as she leaned around Santana to get a look at who she was nodding at. "Oh my, she really does! Kurt, look!"

"Rachel!" Santana said through clenched teeth. "How about using those acting skills to practise some subtlety?"

"You're both painfully obvious." Kurt chastised.

The three of them were huddled against the bar, Santana pressed the closest against it, Rachel pressed against her. The material of Santana's dress was sequin, so every time she moved to the music blasting throughout the club it scratched at Rachel's skin. When one of Santana's favourite songs came on it only hurt more.

"San," Rachel put her mouth close to Santana's ear, "can we swap?"

Santana stopped to focus on what Rachel was saying, nodding at her request. "Course, Rach." They switched places so that she was behind her, hands resting on Rachel's hips as she continued to dance to the beat.

Rachel rested her elbows on the bar and took their order. Glancing back she saw Santana grinding up on Kurt who was giving as good as he got, laughing when she slut dropped and shook her ass on her way back up, holding Rachel's waist the whole time. He looked handsome with his coiffed hair and new shirt, she and Santana had bought it for him when they were out shopping for themselves. The reminder of the shopping trip made her bite back a smile. They'd spent a good hour in the changing rooms with all of the stuff Santana had decided she just had to try on. It was a nightmare at the time, but looking back, watching Santana have a near meltdown over the colour of the dress she wanted to only go buy it in both anyway was too ridiculous to not find a little bit funny. Also, the apology dinner she got out of her for being subjected to such torture was enough to save the day. Spending time with Santana wasn't too bad either.

Catching Rachel watching, Santana smirked and winked at her. Reaching around Rachel she handed Willamina her card to pay for the drinks and took a healthy sip of her own that was already set on the bar.

Drinks paid for it was time to get into this bitch. She led the way once more, but this time into the small crowd of dancing bodies.

Santana was back at the bar again, only this time she was alone, Rachel and Kurt were still on the dance floor, enjoying themselves in the way that showed Santana had kept her three drink quota and then some. She could eat noodles for a while, it'd be fine. If she thought too much about the state of her bank balance she might just start crying. But she worried not. The warm haze that the drinking had left her in had Santana in a damn good mood, maybe had her a little confused too because she knew that face (and tight ass) anywhere. Why it was here of all places she wasn't too sure about. She bit her lip as she admired it, eventually trailing her eyes back up to the blonde's profile at the other end of the bar. After getting her drink she sauntered her way over to the woman in question.

"Well, well, well." She drawled through a huge smile, she hadn't realised how much she'd missed Quinn until she saw her in the flesh. "What are you doing in a lezzy bar?"

Quinn flicked her eyes up to her, mirth apparent in both her gaze and shared smile, "I came to find you, of course."

Santana let out a laugh, stepping closer to her friend, "Fibber," she took a drink. "Rach said we'd be seeing you tomorrow, but here you are."

Quinn was still smiling a soft drunken smile, "But here I am."

"You want to tell me something or are one of your college gal pals batting for my team?"

Quinn placed a hand on Santana's forearm, causing her hair to stand on end, and leaned in to talk by her ear, if you asked Quinn she would have said it was to be heard over the music, but wasn't it funny that they weren't having any trouble up until now. "Do you want to find out?"

Quinn smelt so good, it was maddening. Keeping them close, Santana placed her hand over Quinn's and put her mouth next to Quinn's ear, "Are you flirting with me?"

Quinn leaned back with a laugh, her eyes low because of the alcohol and the Santana of it all, shrugging with a blithe smirk on her face. "Do you really have to ask?" Santana regarded her with curiosity and decided on giving her most charming smile.

"Rach and Kurt are here. Will your friends mind if I steal you away?"

Quinn looked behind her and waved to a group of girls and pointed toward Santana, hooking an arm around her and giving them a thumbs-up and an exaggerated wink that had Santana cracking up. The group gave her what seemed to be the go-ahead in the form of their own thumbs-up, "Lead the way."

"Q, you're too much."

The pair made their way through the club, Quinn holding onto Santana's shoulders as Santana held their drinks until they reached Rachel and Kurt.

"Guys, look who I found a day early!"

"Quinn!" They called out in unison and enveloped her in a hug.

"It's so good to see you," Rachel held Quinn in the hug a little longer. "I've missed you so much."

"I missed you too, Rach." Now out of the hug, she looked to the other two, "I missed you all." Her eyes lingered on Santana as she looked between them all.

Time blurred, dances, and laughs were had, all of them happily saving the catch-ups for later to just enjoy the moment. Santana fell away from the group to retouch her make-up in the restroom when Quinn waltzed in, drink in hand, mischief in her eyes.

"That one doesn't have toilet paper." Santana pointed at one of the cubicles.

"I'm not here for that."

Santana stopped applying her lipstick mid-motion, "Then what are you here for?" She finished up her lips and put the cap back on, glancing at Quinn in the mirror before using her pinkie to retouch the edge of her mouth.

"You don't know?" Quinn asked as she moved closer to rest on the sink's edge with a quirk of her eyebrow.

Santana turned fully to her then, a smirk planted firmly on her red lips, "Oh, I know. I just want to hear you say it. Or..."

"Or?" Santana moved into Quinn's personal space and took hold of her one of her wrists.

It was quieter in the restroom, the music a faint thudding sound in the background.

Red lips came within kissing distance of Quinn's. "You could show me," it came out as a breathy whisper that Quinn felt spill across her lips, the words shooting heat straight between her legs.

Santana's grip tightened on Quinn's wrist as she leaned in, Quinn took a quick inhale and closed her eyes expectantly. Only nothing came. She opened one eye and saw that Santana was still close, but not moving any closer. "What are you waiting for?"

"You." Swallowing her anticipation, Quinn locked lips with Santana. She didn't have to lean down with the size of Santana's heels, although she did enjoy still being the taller of the two.

In no time their kiss was open-mouthed and heated, the realisation that they were in a restroom had Santana pulling back and glancing around them at the other girls who were now occupying places by the sinks and dryers, complimenting each other, taking pictures, applying mascara. In the blur that was Santana's inebriated mind, she had made her decision. She saw an empty stall and pulled Quinn with her.

Quinn's back hit the side of the cubicle with a thud. That'd probably hurt in the morning, but she had other things to think about right now. Santana grabbed at the bottom of her dress and hiked it up to slip her hand down the front of her lace underwear. She was glad she'd thought to wear her nice pair. Santana wasted no time, their foreplay having been had on the dance floor. What was happening now was quick, hot and dirty. With one hand gripping Santana's neck as she fucked her against the wall of the cubicle and the other gripping the top of the door for dear life, pretty certain her legs could give out at any point, Quinn felt the world around them fall away.

One orgasm later they were back in front of the toilet mirror. Turns out fucking in a cubicle is pretty unsustainable, as Quinn had slipped after just the one. Santana's smug look was almost too much as she washed her hands, her eyes locking briefly with Quinn's as she gave her ass a light smack.

"Let's go." Quinn held her hand out for Santana to take, which she happily did once she'd dried her hands.

Kurt and Rachel were still dancing to their heart's content. Seeing Rachel so blissfully happy and in the moment drew Santana toward her as she let go of Quinn's hand to slip up behind Rachel so they could grind to the music. Rachel's bleary but full smile at the reappearance of Santana had her smiling right back. Rachel reached back to poke one of her dimples.

Much of the night was spent dancing with each other, Quinn and Santana still drawing back to each other, not at all subtle in their interest in one another. Kurt wasn't the slightest bothered, but Santana noticed that Rachel's smiles seemed a little more strained the past couple of songs. And even that would drop as soon as Santana's attention shifted elsewhere.

Outside they stood once more huddled together in the balmy city night, Santana lit a cigarette as they waited for a taxi.

"Do you want to share my bed, Quinn?" Rachel asked from Kurt's side, whose arm she had linked with hers.

"No, it's alright," Quinn sidled up next to Santana and slid her arm around her waist, "I'll share with S."

Santana let out a breath of smoke to her right as to not blow smoke in anybody's face, "I can make room for a little one." They shared a look.

"Oh." Rachel's voice came out weak. "Erm," she turned inward to Kurt, ignoring the concerned look from Santana, "I think I'm going to walk."

"What?" Santana's questions quickly followed. "Why? What's wrong?"

"Nothing." It wasn't convincing, but Rachel didn't care. She started to walk down the street away from the group.

"I'll walk with her, you two get a cab." Kurt said to the girls.

"No, no, we'll walk." Santana looked to Quinn who was mindlessly swiping through her phone. "Right, Q?"

"Yeah, no problem."

Rachel and Kurt walked ahead. Despite being short, Rachel had set quite the pace. Santana didn't get it, in fact, Rachel's sudden coldness troubled her all the way back home. Even when down to her underwear and about to be fucked by her old cheer captain. What was wrong with her?

"I don't get it, Q. What'd I do?" Santana whined as she watched Quinn fall over herself trying to get her shoes off.

"Maybe she fancies you." Santana gave Quinn a confused look, but when she realised she wasn't joking she threw one of her pillows and her.

"Shut up." Santana crossed her arms as she sat back on her haunches in the middle of her bed. She had been whispering her grievances since the walls were literally draped cloth, but a drunk whisper was hardly the quietest. Her voice raised on the second word without meaning to.

"She must have caught feelings after you'd slept together." Quinn climbed onto the bed, pushing Santana back as she did to climb on top of her.

"She told you about that?"

"She tells me lots of things."

Seemingly not liking the answer to that, Santana pulled a face.

"Jealous?" Quinn teased.

Santana huffed indignantly and flipped them over, telling Quinn to budge further up the bed. As soon as Quinn turned to crawl over Santana slapped her ass, making her gasp and hiss at the sting of it. "Like I said, shut up. Do you want me to eat you out or what?"

Now propped up on her elbows, Quinn lay back and bit her lip as she beckoned Santana closer with a finger. They shared a heated kiss and Quinn gave Santana a sultry smile, "What are you waiting for?"

Santana shared the smile as she slowly made her way down Quinn's body. When she reached her destination she glanced up to meet Quinn's eyes again, smirking as she ran a finger through her, the smirk only growing when she felt how wet she was.

Quinn opened her mouth to say something but was stopped by Santana's mouth on her. Her head hit the pillow, her mind wiped of all thought but the feeling.

The next morning was awkward to say the least. Not between Santana and Quinn, no they were right as rain, quite chipper in fact. Rachel's plans for Quinn were still going ahead, but it seemed as though Rachel was still not happy with Santana and that pissed Santana off. She didn't get it. She hadn't done anything wrong. If she had, surely Rachel would've reprimanded her by now and given her a written list of improvements. One that detailed how to make sure that she never did it again. But no. Nothing of the like. It was driving Santana up the wall. She was no stranger to not being in somebody's best books, but these days she thought she and Rachel were tight, she didn't go out of her way to cause an issue and it felt so out of nowhere.

The four of them sat at the small table in the kitchen and ate breakfast together, light banter carried the morning nicely, but Quinn couldn't help but watch on in disbelief as Santana's brows furrowed when Rachel asked Kurt to help her with laundry later instead of Santana. In Santana's eyes that was a Santana and Rachel job, not a Kurt and Rachel job. Under any other circumstance, she might've reveled in the idea that she was no longer tasked with the chore, but this was different. She caught Quinn's eyes and gave her a look as if to say "What the fuck?" Quinn hid her amusement by stuffing her face with the pancakes Santana had rustled up for her. If Santana was going to be that dense, so be it.

When Santana kicked her under the table she glared at her in warning only to see that same pathetic look on her face. Quinn, mouth still full, could only raise her eyebrows and sort of gesture toward Rachel to convey the message she'd given to her bright as day the night before in a series of not-so-subtle head movements.

"Are you ok, Quinn?" Rachel politely asked, catching Quinn by surprise and making her choke a little on her food. If she wasn't distracted by the almost dying part of the question she might've seen the hint of satisfaction of Rachel's face.

"Mm-hmm." She swallowed hard and shot Santana daggers, "I'm fine, thank you. Didn't chew properly."

Santana pretended not to notice and tried to appeal to Rachel's love of everything musical, "Hey Rach, we should take Quinn to that place you've been wanting to go to. The one with the live band and all that shi-, erm, good stuff?"

Rachel eyed Santana, "But you told me you'd rather die than go to a karaoke bar, regardless of the sophistication of the establishment."

"I don't remember saying that."

"No, I think that was verbatim," Kurt interjected, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Santana gave Kurt a dirty look. "Well I take whatever I said back, c'mon Rach, you know you want to," she sing-songed, playfully poking her in her arm.

The smile that was itching to break out across Rachel's face was noticeable to all at the table, but she held it together, "Perhaps I do."

And that was that. They took Quinn out on the town once more and ended the night on a high.

Quinn asked Santana if she was stupid when she made a move on her later that night in bed, but Santana had given her a blank look. If Quinn hadn't been so horny she might've laughed. But alas, she was, and with a willing and able body right next to her too. And anyway, she felt it only fair to return the favour.

With breezy goodbyes and promises of visiting again soon, she was off back to New Haven early the next morning.

A/N: I have the other three parts written out, it's just a matter of a quick polish here and there and they'll be posted too! Thanks for reading. :)