"Hmm, I like that, don't stop," Quinn sighs contently as she leans her head against Santana's shoulder on the couch, watching a sappy movie as Santana plays with her hair. The thing is Quinn really likes these romantic comedies and Santana isn't that big a fan, but since Santana is unfortunately whipped for her girlfriend she gives in really easily. But that doesn't mean she can't play with Quinn's hair and not pay any attention to the movie.
This happens a lot so Santana decides to try something a little different. She gives golden locks one last affectionate twist before she stops altogether.
"Why did you stop?" Quinn frowns as she turns around to look at Santana. "Keep going!"
"Okay…" Santana drawls and starts to play with Quinn's hair again. But then her hands start to trail downwards, crawling like a spider with her fingers down her forehead, eventually tapping Quinn on the nose.
"Boop," Santana accompanied, giggling.
Quinn wrinkles her nose and she swats Santana's hand away. "Don't do that!" she admonished.
"Okay…" Santana goes back to playing with Quinn's hair.
Then she boops Quinn's nose again.
"Santana!" Quinn's nose scrunches up again, whining. "I'm trying to watch the movie!"
Santana lets Quinn watch the movie for about ten seconds before she boops Quinn's nose again, giggling.
Quinn frowns adorably as she grabs the remote and stops the movie.
"How many times did I tell you to stop!?" Quinn growls, lips pouted in the way she always pouts them when she's mad, and it is so adorable.
"What?" Santana says innocently.
"Don't play dumb," Quinn frowns, turning to face Santana. "You know I don't like it when you… 'boop' my nose!"
"But it's so cute when I do!" Santana says, pouting. "Your nose wrinkles and then scrunches up and you have this little crease between your eyebrows…" Santana taps the small crease that is indeed appearing on Quinn's forehead.
But then her hand trails down and she boops Quinn's nose again.
Quinn wrinkles her nose in distaste. "That's enough!" she says angrily before she presses a button and the TV zips closed.
She makes to leave but Santana grabs Quinn's wrist.
"Don't go!" Santana pleads. "I'm sorry, baby…" she pouts. "I won't boop your nose again, I promise!"
Quinn's expression softens. "You promise?" she asks.
Santana nods sincerely.
"Okay," Quinn smiles and sits back down on Santana's lap, switching the TV back on.
Santana kisses Quinn's cheek and watches the movie with her.
Except thirty minutes later she taps Quinn's nose again.
"Santana!"
As much as they hate to admit it, they are both snuggle monsters.
Well, at least when they fall asleep together. In the middle of the night, it's a struggle to get the most space in the bed.
It's a nudge here. A shove there. Through the whole night it's restless, and it's not too common that one of them wakes up on the floor.
But tonight, Santana finds herself staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Maybe it's all the coffee she drank earlier.
She knew exactly when Quinn had fallen asleep because they were cuddling and Quinn was whispering sweet nothings into Santana's ear before they trailed off into nothing. And as soon as Quinn fell asleep, she rolled away from Santana and gave Santana a small shove for more space in bed.
Santana kind of lets it happen for a while, letting Quinn kick and push her nearer the edge of the bed.
She looks at Quinn, who is breathing innocently and peacefully, a small pout on her lips as she slept.
Then an idea strikes Santana.
Quinn is unable to resist as Santana slides the covers off her and steals them.
"Hmm," Quinn groans uncomfortably as she shifts slightly, burying her face against the pillow. "Cold…" she mumbles in her sleep. "Brr…"
God, she is so cute.
Quinn curls up as she nears being awake, before her eyes snap open and she realises she has no covers on her. Then her eyes trail to look at Santana, who is mischievously grinning.
"Give my covers back!" Quinn growls as she lunges forward and tries to grab the covers on Santana's body.
But as Quinn lunges towards Santana, Santana catches Quinn with her arms by her waist and covers both of them with the blanket.
"Hmm…" Quinn hums. "That works too," she smiles up at Santana as they cuddled.
"Hmm," Santana hums appreciatively as she gives Quinn a short, tender kiss on the lips. "Go back to sleep, baby. But no pushing me off the bed this time, okay?"
"I won't, promise," Quinn pouts and within half a minute, she is peacefully asleep in Santana's arms again. And this time, she doesn't try to push Santana off.
Santana breathes in the scent of Quinn's hair before she quickly falls asleep too, snuggled together.
"Santana, can you watch the pan?" Quinn requests as she walks back into the kitchen, dressed. "I realised I forgot to buy parmesan, I'm just going to nip to the store and get it, be back in ten minutes, okay?"
"Okay," Santana smiles and Quinn smiles back gratefully, kissing Santana on the lips. And then she grabs her purse and leaves the apartment.
When Quinn has left, Santana looks down at the contents of the pan. It is filled with bacon.
Santana knows she should wait, but damn, does that bacon look good. And she looks at another pan and there sits the spaghetti.
All so enticing; it's as if it had a sign saying 'eat me' on it.
"Ah, screw it," Santana waves a hand as she grabs a plate and gives herself a whole serving of bacon spaghetti. She makes her way to the dining table and starts eating.
Wow. Quinn's cooking is very very good. The bacon is cooked to perfection and is crispy, full of flavour, and delicious. And the sauce too, with the spaghetti… wow.
Within no time the plate is empty and Santana is still hungry.
She walks back to the kitchen to put the plate in the dishwasher but she sees more bacon and spaghetti still in their pans on the stove.
Santana looked guiltily at the door before her appetite wins her over and she serves herself the rest of the bacon spaghetti. Quinn only made 2 servings so there weren't any left in the pan.
"Oh well," Santana says before she can change her mind. "Quinn eats too much bacon anyway."
Santana starts to eat and when she's nearly finished with her second serving Quinn comes back.
"I'm back, babe!" Quinn calls as she puts the key in the bowl and makes her way to the dining room. "Oh, Santana, you already started eating? It doesn't have any parmesan in it. Why didn't you wait for me?"
Santana looked up guiltily at Quinn who had a bag in her hand, sauce all around her mouth.
"No worries," Quinn opens the parmesan she bought and pours a bit over the pasta on Santana's plate. "Would've been nice for us to eat together though, that's all." She walks over to the kitchen and Santana closes her eyes, bracing herself.
There is a loud scream and the sound of something dropping.
"SANTANA DIABLA LOPEZ!"
Okay, maybe eating Quinn's share was not a good idea.
Quinn storms back to the dining room, hazel eyes ablaze. "You ate ALL the bacon?" Quinn screams. "I can't believe you! I left for TEN MINUTES and you ate all the food? The food I was LOOKING FORWARD to eating?"
"I was hungry!" Santana defends weakly.
"You're impossible!" Quinn shouts, irate. "How can you? What am I going to eat now, huh? What about my bacon?"
"There's still a little bit here…" Santana pushes the plate towards Quinn nervously, which basically had no spaghetti in it by now.
Quinn takes one look and it seems to offend her more. She swipes the plate away and it goes flying and shatters against the floor.
Shit. Quinn is very mad.
"I'm sorry!" Santana stands up and holds both of Quinn's hands in hers. "You know me, I get greedy very easily… please don't be mad at me, I'll make you more, okay? I'll make you an extra-large share right now, please forgive me?"
Quinn scowls at Santana for a few seconds before her expression softens. "Right now?" she says. "With extra bacon?"
"With extra bacon," Santana confirms.
"But I wanted bacon now," Quinn says.
"Um…" Santana gave it a bit more thought. But then a genius idea struck her.
She leans forwards and gives Quinn a deep kiss.
Quinn doesn't kiss back at first but when Santana prods Quinn's bottom lip with her tongue, Quinn gives in.
"What's that for?" Quinn frowns when they finally break apart.
"The only way I can give you bacon now… um, well, don't my lips taste of bacon?"
Quinn thinks for a moment. Then a smile appears on her lips. "They do. Come here," she commands and soon she was attacking Santana's lips with her own.
I'm a genius, is Santana's only coherent thought when Quinn pushes Santana against the table, still kissing her fervently.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Quinn asks incredulously as Santana slides up next to her in her Yale lecture.
"No hello?" Santana pouts. "Or an I missed you? Or a hey babe?"
Quinn rolls her eyes and turns her attention back to her laptop. "Don't you have a lecture to go to?"
"I have a free," Santana says as she reclines in the seat next to Quinn's. "Are you not happy to see me? I missed you."
"I missed you too, and yes I am happy to see you," Quinn gives Santana a small smile. "But this is an important lecture so while I don't mind you're here, please don't distract me."
"Okay…" The truth is, distracting Quinn wasn't on Santana's mind when she got here. She only came because she missed her girlfriend. But now Quinn mentions it… yes.
Santana stays obediently quiet for twenty minutes to lull Quinn into trusting her. It's not that bad, watching Quinn's side profile as she types away on her laptop is really nice.
Quinn is so beautiful.
Her posture is pristine, back straight and head up; it's admirable. And Santana finds herself staring at the soft slope of Quinn's neck… damn.
Santana figures getting a bit hot isn't the best idea so she decides to tear her eyes away from her gorgeous girlfriend and look at what she's typing away on her laptop.
Eh. Just boring notes about law.
But then she realises the Spotify app is open on Quinn's laptop.
Oh, Santana has some ideas.
She takes out her phone and syncs the Spotify to Quinn's laptop and turns the volume to max. Quinn is still typing unknowingly on her laptop.
Then Santana presses the play button on her phone and a song blasts out of Quinn's laptop. It is a LOT louder than Santana anticipated so needless to say, everybody jumped, including the professor.
Yeah it's a party in the U.S.A.
Yeah it's a party in the U.S.A.
Quinn panics and quickly opens her Spotify, stopping the music.
There is silence for a few seconds, everybody in the lecture hall, including Santana, staring at Quinn who looks beyond mortified.
The professor starts speaking again and everybody turns their attention back to their work.
"What was that?" Quinn hisses at Santana. "Did you see what happened?"
"I'm pretty sure everyone did," Santana giggles.
"Ugh," Quinn buries her head in her hands and gets back to work.
Santana lets Quinn be for ten minutes before she decides now's a good time to blast another song.
My hump my hump, my hump my hump my hump
My hump my hump my hump, my lovely little lumps
Quinn quickly stops the music this time but the damage is done.
"Miss Fabray," the professor looks directly at Quinn with an expression that… well, you wouldn't want to be directed at you. "The distraction and inappropriateness is intolerable. Please kindly remove yourself."
Quinn gapes at her professor and Santana would laugh if this situation wasn't this serious.
Well, shit. That went out of hand very quickly.
Murmurs and giggles are spreading around the lecture hall. Quinn Fabray, the top student, getting kicked out of a lecture?
Quinn sniffles glumly before closing the lid of her laptop and packs up quickly. She leaves the lecture room, head bowed.
Santana feels very bad now so she runs outside and chases Quinn who is crying.
"Quinn…" Santana puts a hand on Quinn's shoulder.
"I've never been kicked out before," she whimpers as she wipes her eyes. "I don't even get it. Is there something wrong with my laptop?"
"Well…" Santana rubs the back of her head. "Um, Quinn? It was me."
Quinn frowns. "What do you mean?"
"I… ah, I synced your Spotify to my phone and I played those songs out loud. I-I didn't know this was going to happen, it was going to be a harmless prank. I'm sorry."
Quinn looks at Santana with an unreadable expression.
"You're sorry?" she says, voice eerily calm. "That's all you can say?"
Santana bites her lip. She nods nervously.
Quinn sets her jaw and before Santana knows it, she was slapped across the cheek.
"How can you?" Quinn says angrily. "I need him for my credits! Do you not realise how you could've just ruined everything I worked for?"
"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't know this was going to happen!" Santana tries to defend herself. "I-I'll make it up to you, okay? I'll make you a big bacon meal and I'll –"
She is stopped because Quinn has slapped her across the face again.
"You think you can buy me with food?" Quinn shouts hysterically. "What do you think I am? A pet?"
Santana gapes. "I-I'll own up, okay? I'll talk to your professor and explain everything. I'll tell him how you did nothing and it's all my fault. I'll get you back in that lecture, okay? And I'll never crash one of your lectures again."
Quinn's anger dissipates slightly. "But what about your credits? This will go on your record."
"As it should," Santana sighs. "It definitely shouldn't go on yours. You shouldn't take the fall for a stupid prank that went wrong."
Quinn's expression softens. "You'd do that for me?"
Santana nods reverently. "I'm sorry," she whispers.
Quinn sighs and leans forward for a hug. "Thank you. I'm sorry too."
"Why?"
"I shouldn't have slapped you."
Santana averts her gaze. "I deserved it."
"You kind of did," Quinn smirks and Santana smiles back in relief.
She did her very best to convince Quinn's professor when her class was having a 5-minute break and Quinn's record was clean again.
"What on earth is this!?" Quinn shouts when Santana comes home back to the apartment.
"What is what?" Santana says innocently as she hangs her coat on the peg.
"Don't play stupid," Quinn growls as she stalks over to Santana. "I couldn't use my phone for the WHOLE DAY because you set it to Spanish! You know I don't understand a word!"
"Oh, that…" Santana laughs. "What, could you have not used Google Translate?"
Quinn scowls. "I couldn't even get to the settings page, I couldn't have done anything!"
"Oh, Quinnie…" Santana shakes her head and sets her shoes on the rack.
"So you going to change it back?" Quinn pesters. "Huh?"
"Okay, okay!" Santana holds up her hand. "Impatient much?"
"Please, I NEED to use it so please change it back to English."
"Fine," Santana sighs as she takes Quinn's phone from her hand. She taps a few times and just like that, it's in English again.
Quinn snatches her phone back and leaves.
"Hey!" Santana follows in her girlfriend's footsteps. "No thank you or anything?"
"Why should I thank you?" Quinn frowns. "You caused this in the first place."
"And I fixed it as soon as you told me to. Remember when you manipulated my autocorrect so every word I typed was 'bacon'? You have no idea how much trouble that caused!"
"Oh," Quinn's anger dissipates immediately and was replaced with a cute blush. "You're right. So we're even?" she offers.
"Oh, not even close," Santana shakes her head. "Remember when you deleted my health presentation because one of the slides said too much bacon was bad for you? Or when you mass texted everybody from my account? Or when you used my phone in the stupid 'how high can you throw a phone' challenge? Or when you –"
"Okay, okay, I get it!" Quinn says meekly, cheeks blushing scarlet. "I'm sorry! J-Just… don't change my phone into Spanish again, okay?"
"Or you can learn Spanish with me so at least you're not helpless next time."
"The only Spanish I learn from you is um… dios mío, joder, follar, mierda…" Quinn lists and oh god do those profanities sound weird coming out of Quinn's mouth with her cute accent.
"Alright, I get the point!" Santana shakes her head. "I'll teach you properly, okay?"
"You'd do that?" Quinn asks hopefully.
"Yes," Santana nods.
Quinn smiles and kisses Santana on the lips.