A/N: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT.
"That is so unoriginal." Quinn says into her phone as she applies her makeup. Santana isn't home but had called when Quinn didn't return her texts because she was busy getting ready to leave.
"It is not. I like Summer, she's being born in Summer so why the hell not?" Santana responds.
"Maybe I don't want my daughter named after a season?"
"So what are you bringing to the table?" Quinn shrugs to herself before applying her mascara.
"I don't know. I like Janet."
"Dammit..."
"What?" Quinn questions curiously.
"Janet, I love you." Santana sings and Quinn stares at her screen for a while before Santana laughs.
"You have really been around Rachel for too long. You're such a loser."
"Whatever. Janet is a no go so keep brainstorming. I'll be there in a minute so I'll talk to you later."
Quinn says goodbye and the phone call ends. She continues moving throughout her loft, getting ready until she hears Santana come in the door.
"It's not too cold out right? Do you think I should bring a sweater or- why are you looking at me like that?" Quinn asks as Santana stands in the kitchen, looking her up and down.
Quinn is wearing an off the shoulder light blue dress that fits all of her newly gained curves with her long curls draping over her shoulders. Quinn's hair has grown much longer and thicker through her pregnancy and she's been loving it, as well as Santana.
"Holy shit...you look fucking amazing and I mean amazing. Trying to get laid?"
"Santana, I look like I swallowed a small watermelon whole. I highly doubt anyone would be interested." Santana's eyebrow arches.
"More like a medium sized watermelon but, I am interested so I'm sure other people will be too." Quinn rolls her eyes.
"You're only interested because we've had sex before and this is your watermelon. No one else in their right mind would think to sleep with me."
"What about Stephanie or whatever her name was?" Santana asks scornfully.
"Sophia doesn't count because she liked me before I was pregnant. Will you help me put my shoes on?" Santana rolls her eyes but nods, moving closer to Quinn who is standing near the island.
"Do I detect some jealousy?" Quinn teases.
At this point both women have noticed the shift in their friendship over the course of this pregnancy. It's like they're dating but without sex. Quinn isn't sure Santana is really over Rachel yet so she hasn't told her about her feelings. While Santana has admitted her feelings for Quinn to herself, she hasn't found herself ready to act on them. She's pretty sure Quinn has feelings for her but she doesn't want to start anything new if she isn't ready. It wouldn't be fair to her or Quinn if she jumped into something new without being completely sure she's over Rachel. Though...none of this is stopping the jealousy Santana is feeling right now. Wishing, she'd just agreed to go and forced herself to wake up in the morning.
"Why would I be jealous? I've already hit that, multiple times." Quinn smirks at her smug tone.
"Maybe you don't want someone else getting addicted to me." Santana chuckles.
"I am not addicted to you." Quinn arches an eyebrow with an amused smirk.
"Really? Because you always seem to find your way back to me." Santana rolls her eyes.
"When is B getting here?"
"Should be soon. Did I mention the party was on a yacht?"
"You did not and I hate you. I hope you have a miserable night. I want to go on a yacht." Quinn chuckles until she notices the lustful glint in Santana's eye, instantly sending shivers down her spine.
"You don't look like you hate me." Santana bites her lower lip and her eyelids lower as her eyes slowly rake over Quinn's body.
"I don't look like I hate you?" Santana questions, her voice lower than before.
Quinn isn't sure when Santana got so close to her but she doesn't care. Pressing her hand to her cheek, Santana leans in until she feels soft lips pressed against hers. The sexual tension between them had been driving them crazy and there have been plenty of times they'd found themselves moaning the others name when they were alone.
Soft kisses become more passionate as their hands begin to explore the others body. Santana's hands find their way under Quinn's skirt, gliding over the warm soft skin of her thigh until they meet her underwear. Quinn is working on unbuttoning Santana's jeans to free her as her lips drift to the woman's neck, wanting to leave marks so everyone knows she was there. Quinn feels the silky material of her panties slide down her legs as she pushes Santana's pants down.
In one swift motion, Santana grabs Quinn's arm and guides her to face the island as she moves behind her. Santana quickly hikes her dress up, moaning at the sight of Quinn's bare ass and her wetness gliding down to her thighs.
"Damn Q." She moans as her bottoms drops to her ankles and she easily enters the woman before her.
"Fuck." Quinn hisses as she feels herself begin filled by Santana. Her hands grip the edges of the island as Santana settles on a rhythm. Quinn brings her hips back in time with Santana's as she feels that familiar sensation building in her stomach. Santana grips her hips, pulling her back slightly as she thrusts harder.
"Yes, just like that." Quinn moans as she tucks her bottom lip between her teeth. Santana keeps her pace and intensity until Quinn's moans become louder and she feels her walls pulsating.
"Cum for me baby." Santana husks in her ear, fueling her orgasm.
"Oh San!" Quinn moans as Santana's pace slows, allowing her to ride out her orgasm.
Santana unzips Quinn's dress, pushing it down over her breasts to allow her to cup them in her hands. Gently kneading them in her hand, Santana begins to pick up her pace again as Quinn continues moaning softly.
"Don't stop until you cum inside me." Santana moans at the words as her fingers find the front of Quinn's dress, tugging at the material until the other woman's breasts are free. Nimble fingers lightly glide over Quinn's nipples as Quinn spreads her legs further, arching her back as Santana's hands drift back to her hips, thrusting faster than before.
"Oh god!"
"You feel fucking amazing Q." Quinn is close to her second orgasm and Santana can tell.
Thrusting deep, Santana's fingers find Quinn's clitoris and she begins to move her fingers in tight fast circles. Quinn's breathing becomes more erratic as her hands wraps around Santana's arms, lightly digging her nails into her flesh as she's pushed over the edge again.
"Fuck!" Quinn moans.
Santana doesn't change her pace this time and makes sure to keep moving her fingers as Quinn cums. She feels Quinn weakly try to pull her arm away but she stops once Santana's speed decreases. She wants to feel every quiver and shake of Quinn's body before she loses herself inside her.
"San, I'm..." The words die on her lips as another orgasm takes over her body.
Quinn's toes curl, her eyes roll to the back of her head and her knuckles turn white from gripping the marble between her fingers.
"Fuck Q!" Santana pants, gripping Quinn's hips tightly to pull her impossibly close as she unloads into her. After catching their breath, Santana takes a few steps back and pulls her pants up.
"That...was beyond words." Quinn chuckles as she kicks her panties towards Santana and fixes her dress.
"Yeah...would you get those for me?" Santana nods her head as someone knocks on the door.
"Your dates here. You might want to get cleaned up...or I could tell B your not feeling it and we could do that again?" Santana smirks as she bends down to pick up Quinn's panties.
"Further my career? Or hook up with you? No brainer. I'll see you when I get home." Santana laughs lightly as she tucks the underwear in her back pocket.
"And for the record, you just proved my point." Quinn continues.
"What point?"
"You're an addict." Santana rolls her eyes as she walks towards the door. Quinn chuckles to herself when Santana doesn't deny it then walks towards the bathroom as Santana lets Brittany inside.
The whole night, Santana couldn't stop thinking about Quinn and it was driving her insane so she decided to see what Rachel was doing tonight. Since they were both bored and alone, Santana thought they could be bored and alone together and she could really use the distraction, which is how she ended up on one end of Rachel's couch, massaging her swollen feet.
"I can't wait for this to be over." Santana says, earning Rachel's gaze.
"What to be over?"
"This pregnancy shit. Between the both of you I'm fucking exhausted and there isn't even a baby here yet." Rachel giggles lightly.
"Oh, well pardon us. We're just dealing with a being growing inside of us, literally changing almost everything about our bodies. How exactly are we exhausting you?"
"You mean other than the constant massages I give, cravings I satisfy, emotional breakdowns I deal with and cleaning I do? Nothing. Not a damn thing." Santana says with a light eye roll.
Rachel hadn't thought about it because there's a lot going on with her but Santana has been extremely caring and understanding throughout her pregnancy. And she is grateful for it because there are a lot of pregnant women who wish their partner were even a fraction of supportive that Santana is.
"Well, I appreciate everything you've done for me and while I can't speak for Quinn, I'm sure she feels the same way. Thank you for being so supportive." Rachel says honestly with a soft smile.
"You're not going to start crying are you?" Santana asks cautiously to which Rachel giggles before wiping the corner of her eyes.
"No...but if I did, that wouldn't be so bad would it?" Santana chuckles softly while shaking her head.
"No. It wouldn't...but you don't have to thank me. It's literally the least I can do." Rachel nods with a small smile.
"Can I ask you something?" Santana asks.
"Anything."
"It's been...a little while since we broke up and we're moving on I know, but how do you feel about me and Quinn? You never told me." Rachel nods slowly.
"At the time...I was angry. I was angry with you because as many times as we'd broken up, I'd never slept with anyone else and it felt like you never truly loved me...but you and I view sex differently so I was able to move past that but when I found out it was Quinn, pregnancy aside, I knew things between us would never be the same." Santana nods slowly.
"I'm sorry I hurt you but don't think for a second that I never loved you. Things with Quinn...they've always been complicated." Rachel folds her hands and rests them on top of her belly.
"Can I ask you something now?" Santana nods.
"How long have you had feelings for Quinn?" Santana sighs as she looks away.
"I've...long before you and I got together..." She's never admitted to anyone out loud that she's had feelings for Quinn.
"Why wouldn't you just tell me? You let me fall in love with you knowing you had feelings for someone else. You even compared us but I let it go...knowing I shouldn't have."
"I thought...if I moved forward with you, I'd be able to forget about her but if anything I just went into denial." Santana admits.
"Some part of me always knew I'd lose you to her. The way she'd look at you...look at us." Santana frowns.
"What are you talking about? I'm pretty sure if Q feels anything for me, it just recently happened." Rachel laughs.
"Sometimes I wonder how you work. You can see that someone wants to have sex with you in under two seconds but you can't tell when someone is in love with you." Santana's confusion deepens.
"I don't believe she's in love with me." Rachel rolls her eyes.
"Fine. Don't believe me but if you have feelings for her, you should tell her." Santana shakes her head.
"I'm not ready for that. I don't think..."
"It doesn't hurt to let someone know how you feel. You don't have to automatically date, though you two already seem to be doing so."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Rachel's eyebrow rises.
"I've never seen friends touch each other for no reason as much as you two. Not to mention, you two literally get lost in the others eyes. Do you know you're almost always smiling when she speaks?"
"No?" Santana says unsure.
"I'm going to be honest with you. I think you're just afraid. For whatever reason you've always been afraid to pursue Quinn. Santana, you may not be good with emotions but you know what you want and if you want Quinn...go after her!" Santana stares at her, mulling over her words.
"I know we're...it looks like we're dating or whatever, but we aren't. It's complicated..." Santana says and Rachel only nods.
"Are you over me?" Santana asks after their brief silence.
"I don't believe I am completely...but I want you to be happy. And we both know who will make you happy."
"You wouldn't be upset if I ended up with Q?"
"Upset? No, maybe slightly jealous but it will pass. Stop worrying about me. I'll be perfectly fine. Do what makes you happy Santana."
"What if you're wrong?" Santana questions and Rachel smirks.
"I'm not. I don't want you to do anything you're not ready for but think about what I said." Santana nods as she resumes rubbing Rachel's foot.
"You're oddly supportive of me moving on…" Rachel shrugs.
"I just want you to be happy." Santana nods.
"I want you to be happy too...so what's up with you and B?" Rachel's eyebrow rises at the question.
"Why do you ask?"
"Uh maybe because I'm 98 percent sure you two have been flirting." Santana says with a roll of her eyes.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Rachel looks away as she speaks and Santana shakes her head, deciding she'll drop the topic...for now.
Santana can't help but wonder...If Rachel is right. It may be the part of the reason why she and Quinn just had sex since Quinn never took her up on her offer...unless that was Quinn taking up the offer? Santana isn't exactly sure what that was.
If Quinn has had feelings for Santana, why wouldn't she have told her? With Santana just getting out of a relationship, maybe Quinn is trying to be respectful? Or maybe she doesn't really have those kind of feelings for her? But that wouldn't make any sense. Santana isn't clueless, there's definitely something going on between her and Quinn so maybe she needs to make the first move.