Hello everyone, a quick note before we continue the chapter… In the midst of current events, I just want to say to everyone protesting to remain as safe as you can and to remember the reason for protesting in the first place. Don't lose sight of the purpose and message we are trying to get across.
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Quinn flipped her phone facedown and continued to nip at her mate's neck. The annoying lit screen flashing every other minute wasn't enough of a distraction to keep her attention from swaying. Mercedes had just come home from one of her classes, which she had one of her final exams in. The last few weeks were filled with intense study sessions and late nights flipping through flashcards. For the rest of the day, the girl didn't need to be anywhere else, so she gladly welcomed Quinn's attempts to relieve her stress.
The woman ran her hands through her fiance's newly shoulder length cut. "I thought you wanted to grow your hair out again?"
Quinn shook her head, pinning said hands above their heads. "I changed my mind." Kissing her hard on the lips, she slid one hand towards the ending thread of the black skirt Mercedes was wearing. "And you insist on wearing these wickedly short skirts because..?" She moaned.
Mercedes smirked and rolled her eyes. "It's simple fashion, you know my outfits be on point. And don't act like you don't like it when I do."
The blonde roughly snatched the edge of the skirt to bunch at the hips. "So you want everyone to see the goods huh?" She bit her bottom lip, reaching for the bottom and zipper of her pants. "Those attention seeking girls reaching for anything like a hello from you, those ugly boys who think they'll get to touch what's under these skirts…" She took her mates thighs, placing her hands under them, squeezing them under her fingertips. "These are mine. Everything is mine."
Mercedes moaned, lips lightly grazing the pair that hovered above her own. "Yes. All of it. Now hurry up and fuck me."
With quick movements, Quinn snatched her belt from her waist and used it to tie her wrists above them to the headboard and hurriedly pushed down both their underwear off. Without hesitation, she entered her mate. A loud moan broke out from the two as Quinn started a fast pace. She knew they didn't have much time, so they had to be quick.
The dark skinned girl had to hold onto the headboard to keep her somewhat sane, watching as the blonde pistoned in and out. Said blonde guided her legs above to rest upon her shoulders and leaned forward. 'Thank you yoga' she thought.
The two are pretty sure their neighbors can hear each and every thing through the opposite side of the wall. They didn't care though, especially Mercedes, who felt each and every stroke hitting that one spot that no one else could get. "Fuckin fuck Q!"
Quinn's eyes were blown and flashing neon green; she knew she was close. That familiar rush ran throughout her body as her mouth fell open. She gripped the covers beside Mercedes head. "I'm gonna cum…" She shuttered. The woman laid under her in ecstasy, eyebrow furrowed, breath coming out in short pants.
Mercedes looked into her eyes, leaning up to capture her lips with hers. "You're so sexy." She moaned. After a couple hard strokes, all the blood rushed to her center, she groaned, overtaken by bliss in her orgasm.
The latter's jaw dropped, stuck in euphoria, eyes unsteady and looking into brown orbs. She dropped her head and shuttered. Her orgasm burned slow in her belly and she grasped the belt holding her mate to the bed and ripped it away. "Touch me".
Her mate quickly pulled her closer, nails scratching across milky shoulder blades. The blonde couldn't help the raspy high pitched cry that left her lips, bouncing off the walls of their bedroom; she grasped one of the smooth thighs sitting upon her shoulders for some form of balance. Mercedes moaned as she watched her fiance come undone under her touch, surprised from the sound coming from those red lips she loved to kiss.
Heavy breathing plagued the two lovers, the blonde's hips rolling in small jerks, going off on their own accord until she froze all together. With a soft sigh, she gently placed Mercedes' thighs by her side and slowly pulled out. Mercedes fully wrapped her arms around her shoulders, running a hand through soft tresses while the other caressed the small of her back. The two laid in bliss and silence.
The blonde rested her head across her breasts, eyes resting low. "I love you."
"I love you too honey bun." The woman smiled.
Quinn relished in her fiance's touch. "I don't want to get up."
Mercedes grabbed the phone beside them and looked at the time. 05:12 pm it read. They have to be at the gala that held Quinn's last college event before graduation by 07:00. She also noticed that the phone was blown up with texts from her college class group chat, some messages she was pretty sure were for the blonde currently laid up on her chest. "Q?" She whispered. "Quinn?"
The blonde pulled her mind away from the melody of the heartbeat below her ears. "Hmm?"
"You need to get up and get ready if you're going to make it in time to the gala. And I'm pretty sure your colleagues are trying to reach you."
"I know. Give me five more minutes." She exhaled.
Mercedes smiled. "Okay." A few seconds passed before a giggle erupted from her throat.
"What?"
"Quite the singer you are I should say." She laughed.
The smile dropped, replaced with a bashful unamused face. She sat up and eyed her mate. "You know what? Let it go." She pouted
Mercedes tried to hold back the laugh behind her lips. "Aw, I thought it was sexy."
"Yeah right. Good thing Santana isn't here yet. She would not have let me live this down." She sat up straighter and threw off the sweaty shirt clinging to her torso. "I gotta go shower."
Mercedes sat up and placed a kiss to her shoulder blade. "Don't be shy." She smiled. "You can't help it. I don't know how many times I've reached some sinfully high note while we were doing our thing. I'll just say we're even." She smirked.
That seemed to do the trick as Quinn craned her head to kiss her lips. "Tell me about it. Now I must get to it. I'll be dressed soon"
Mercedes watched as she backed off from the bed, pulling her pants up to her hips. Mercedes got up and changed into more comfortable clothes. "I'm going to start on something quick for you to eat before you take off, okay?"
"Okay love, thank you. You and Santana know what time to be there right?"
"Yep, 07:45 sharp."
The Grape Yard Gala was a huge scenic building, standing 3 stories tall. It was the junior and soon to be graduate senior class' time to show off the work they've put their time and effort in throughout the year. Quinn walked down one side of the floor, admiring her colleagues' paintings and photographs- some vibrant and colorful, others dark and gloomy. One thing all of them had in common, was that each and every piece had character to them. The blonde smiled as she came up to one of her own. It was a black and white piece, a photo overlooking the New Haven skyline. It was one of the first photographs she had taken with the new camera her mother had brought her for a birthday gift right before senior year. Best believe she made great use of it.
Each photograph and painting were going for auction by prestigious companies, looking to see who would be their next new artist/photographer stepping into the scene. Quinn hoped that the right people would seek out her work, which would begin a new chapter for her in her, hopefully, high rise career after college.
Everything was set up and waves of sophisticated suits and dresses started to pour into the first floor. She continued her walk around, a polite smile on her face stopping to get a fluke of champagne. She spotted a few familiar faces walking her way.
"Quinn Fabray, why don't you look as gorgeous as ever." Kitty smiled.
"Ms. Wilde, stunning as always." She nodded. The younger blonde slightly blushed. Kitty Wilde was a determined junior student. She came to Yale, with this attitude to take the photography world by storm and no one was going to stop her. Her blonde hair swayed in her tight high pony as she glided towards the short haired blonde.
Kitty immediately took a liking to Quinn when they met from going to the same coffee shop at the same time. Quinn became some sort of a tutor to the girl, giving her tips and criticism as a good mentor and friend would do. And maybe a small crush formed from the girl. Mercedes met the girl and could definitely see it; the dark skinned woman was quick to show just who Quinn belongs to before Quinn laughed and told her she had no reason to worry. Kitty, although somewhat determined, knew better not to cross that line in the end. It would be better to have Quinn as a friend and mentor than nothing at all.
With a playful wink, Kitty held her hands at her hips. "Well you know I gots to show out for the people." She giggled.
Quinn shrugged and grinned. "I saw that photo you took about a couple of weeks ago. It turned out great."
Kitty nodded. "Thank you. I learned from the best." They high fived and continued their conversation when Quinn's phone buzzed through her faded blue colored trousers.
'Babe, San and I are coming up through the entrance, are you near?' -Mercy
'Not quite near, but I can see the entrance. Just walk straight through the gala and you'll see me.' -Quinn
"I think it's cool that we get to this. I mean, I'm not gonna lie, my confidence shot up when I saw quite a few people around my painting. I've been working on it for a while." Another junior named Marley said.
Quinn nodded with an approving stare towards her colleagues standing by. "Yeah, we've definitely outdone ourselves this year."
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Mercedes stepped out of the passenger seat of Santana's cherry red BMW, finally finding a lucky parking spot close to the entrance.
"See, we didn't even have to pay for valet parking." Santana grinned.
She rolled her eyes. "You basically scared the guy into moving his car. Conniving little thing you are."
Santana smiled big and threw her head back laughing. "Hey, a little extra convincing ain't hurtin' nobody." She said flashing her elongated canines.
Both ladies walked through the front entrance, the high raising light shining on them. Mercedes decided to go for a merigold, long sleeve dress that stopped just below her knees. The showing off her curves with belligerence, yet still classy; she went for the half up bun and half down hairdo. Santana went for a floor-length blood red gown, a slit going up to her high thigh, with her raven locs flowing in wavy rivers across her shoulders and down her back.
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"Whoa pause, who is that?" Azimio, a fellow senior, said.
Quinn didn't need to think about who it was he was probably talking about. The woman sensed her mate's presence before she could get more than 3 steps into the door. From across the way, the two made eye contact, instantly drawn to each other.
Another senior named Elaine took her turn to speak. "And don't forget about that smoking latina beside her." Santana tapped Mercedes after making eye contact with Elaine and smirked at her best friend as they continued to strut through the crowd. Everyone standing in the way, shifting to give the women more than enough space to walk though.
Kitty lifted her eyebrows to the two seniors. "Too bad they have the bling rockin' on their finger huh?" She smirked.
Azimio and Elaine's smirks dropped slightly at the realization. Elaine smacked her teeth. "Oh, no fair."
The two made it to the small group, flashing a small smile to the others. Santana shook hands with Kitty. "Been a while Wilde. How's it going?"
Kitty shrugged. "Eh, you know the usual. Getting ready to start this senior year with a bang."
Mercedes greeted Quinn with a small peck on the lips, careful not to smudge her lipstick. "And look at you." She moaned, running her hands across the blonde's blazer. "I knew I picked the perfect suit for you. Faded blue goes well with you Q. Wish I could've seen you walking out the door with it on earlier."
Quinn, still mesmerized by the beauty that stood before her bit her lip. "And if I were to see you trying to walk out of the door with this on, you wouldn't have gotten past the living room." She teased, wrapping her arms around her hips.
Kitty and Santana playfully rolled their eyes. Azimio looked between the two. "Hold up." He put a hand up. "You mean to tell me this is the Mercedes Jones...the one you're engaged to?"
"This supreme goddess that I have the pleasure to be graced with such presence, is Mercedes Jones." She praised.
Elaine smiled. "Well congratulations to you two. You two are a lovely couple."
Mercedes shook her hand. "Thank you."
"No problem." Turning her attention back to the latina, she scanned her hungry eye from top up. "Who's your friend here?"
Santana lifted a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "Santana." She said blankly.
"Santana." She said slowly. "Elaine. It's nice to meet you." As they went to shake hands, she raised the hand and placed a light kiss on her knuckles, her brown eyes flickering topaz for a split second. "I hope you enjoy tonight. You'll see we have many talented people here. Hope you enjoy tonight."
Quinn and Mercedes stared and raised their eyes from Elaine to Santana. Santana shook her head. "Yeah okay, whatever." She said, rolling her eyes.
Kitty cleared her throat. "And this silent cricket here, is Marley."
Marley gave a shy wave and nodded. "Hi."
Santana waved, grateful for the break in the tension. "Hello Marley."
Azimio clapped his hands together. "Welp, we're gonna head off. It was great to meet you ladies."
The trio waved the Yale attendees off and focused on each other. Santana ran her hands through her hair. "Quinn, you're little friend Elaine is getting ahead of herself already."
Quinn sighed. "I know, I'm sorry. Elaine's actually a pretty cool person, with a great personality. Try not to pay her any mind though, she's a bit of a heartbreaker. One of those werewolves that hasn't found their mate yet, so she's just living it up..."
Mercedes looked around. "Well, she better find them fast. Brittany will not be pleased to come home and find out you have a fan Santana." She giggled.
"Ugh." The raven haired latina took a fluke of champagne coming by her way. "I know right."
Although she knew nothing could come between Santana and Brittany, she wanted whatever Elaine had an idea of to end. Fast. "Anywho, let's enjoy the night. I can't wait for you both to see everything. Last year, we made off with well enough money and we can do it again." She said excitedly. The money made from the event usually went to funding for the school, as well as organizations that helped young men and women that struggled with living assistance, college, and much more. Something that would benefit the young people of the country to reach their dreams.
Santana gleamed with similar excitement. "Yeah, it's a nice night out to catch a break from the day. I finished almost all of my exams except one of them."
"That's great San." Mercedes said.
"Mhm, and after finishing the last one, I can focus on getting started on that internship after the summer. A nice break from everything, especially school Hell, all of us could use a break. Fabray and I barely have time to roam if it's not on a full moon."
Quinn nodded along. "Yeah and enough free time to do more wedding planning."
"Baby can you believe Joe McNally bought two of my photos?! Not just one, but two! He's like one of the best photographers to this day. And then add on the fact that he came to talk to us. It was magic. You think he's going to remember me, a simple Yale senior he has two photos from, after a couple years? I sure hope so. Nothing but awesomeness."
Mercedes listened to her fiance babble from the moment they left the gala, all the way to the moment they walked into their home. A smile graced her face as she watched her ramble on excitedly. "Well, I'm sure he'll remember honey bun. You are more than a simple Yale senior. You have talent and are very passionate about what you do."
Quinn blushed as she moved to the woman. "I love you, you know that?"
The two shared a short kiss before moving throughout the living room towards the kitchen. Santana, changed into sleep shorts and one of Brittany's sweaters, reached into the oven. "Mercedes could you grab the plates and wine glasses for me?"
"Sure. What you cooking up, it smells great?" She said, reaching into the cabinet.
"That lasagna recipe we wanted to try. I think it turned out great."
The blonde reached patted the latina on the back, looking over her shoulder. A mix of spices and tomato sauce filled her senses. "Nice. I can just imagine how it tastes. Can I-"
Mercedes slapped the hand heading for the edge of the dish. "Aht aht! You greedy thing." She asserted. Quinn quickly retracted her hand with a pout. "Wait until we settle down and change."
"You know what, I'll remember that." She narrowed her eyes.
Her mate lightly nudged her towards the stairs. "Let's go shower silly."
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Brittany slung the huge pack around her shoulders and stepped towards the building. 'I can't wait to get rid of this gear.' She thought.
A couple hours went by before she was called up to the desk. The clerk looked to the tall blonde standing before him. Jesse gladly shook her hand before grabbing her ID. "Brittany S. Pierce, how have you been?"
"I've been great. Finally shedding some last things off my list to finally check out." She said.
Jesse laughed. "Yeah, I see the glee on your face. You got everything here right?"
"Uh huh, ready for return."
The two settled into light conversation. After a couple moments, Jesse handed her a couple papers. "How long until you officially leave back to New York?"
"Actually in a couple weeks."
"Ooh, I bet Santana is glad."
Brittany nodded. "She will be. She thinks I won't be back until next month, but I threw off the timeline so I can surprise her."
"Well aren't you slick."
Brittany took back her ID and grabbed her cover. "Yeah yeah."
"That's everything, you are officially done with this part. What else do you have to do?"
"Just one or two more stops, then it's the waiting game to get my forms and bounce."
Jesse shook her hand once more. "I'm gonna miss you man. Make sure you come back to Cali some time for a visit. I'll be over in New York in the next couple years. New possible job opportunity."
"No doubt buddy."
She made her way to the truck and started the engine. "Alright. Almost there Pierce, almost there…"
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So, I know y'all are probably burning to have Brittany back already. She's coming don't worry. Elaine will be in the story, can't push her away just yet. Besides from this story being the day to day light troubles of the 4 women, I have a plan for the next oncoming chapters. Gotta build into it. Read and review, let me know what you think, ideas, anything. See ya next time!