Happy Halloween (Part 1)

Santana was pacing back and forth in front of the loft window, her heels clicking against the wood flooring, stopping every so often to look outside hoping to see Rachel walking up the stoop.

Quinn on the other hand kept checking her phone, waiting for Rachel to respond to the thousands of text messages she had sent, asking where she was and if she'd be home anytime soon. The blonde was visiting for the weekend before Halloween and the three had planned to go out to some clubs on the Saturday knowing that it would be a hell of a time since Halloween was upon them.

"Rehearsal is really more important than us!?" Santana whined with a roll of her eyes, adjusting the tight black dress she was wearing and then looking in the mirror to adjust the cat ears on the top of her head.

Quinn rolled her eyes from her spot on the couch, glancing at her phone before looking over at her, "She's been working for this her entire life, Santana. Of course it's more important than us."

Santana turned to face the blonde who was wearing a tight red dress, devil horns on to the top of her head, "She's missing the chance of a lifetime right now … getting to hang out with us."

With a snort Quinn rolled her eyes again, more playfully this time, about to reply but her phone chimed indicating she had received a message, "Oh! Finally!"

"She on her way!?" Santana asked hurrying over to lean over the couch, peering at the phone over Quinn's shoulder.

With a small sigh Quinn shook her head, "She'll be here in an hour. She apologizes and requests that we wait."

Santana checked the time, "Okay, okay...it's only 9pm." She said trying to find a bright side, "Nothing truly exciting happens until later in the night anyway."

Quinn nodded in agreement and grabbed the remote to the television, "We could watch a horror movie while we wait? Really get in the spirit before we go?"

"With a drink?" Santana questioned as she headed to the kitchen, pulling out the vodka and cranberry juice, wiggling her eyebrows in the blonde's direction.

"Absolutely. With ice please."

While Quinn found a horror movie on the basic cable, Santana made them each a drink and then quickly headed back over to the couch, "Okay what we watching?"

"Halloween..." Quinn quietly chuckled while taking her drink from Santana, "It's the only movie on almost every single channel."

Santana nodded, "Classic." She said and then held her drink up to cheers with Quinn's.

Twenty minutes into the movie with their drinks done, the two were actually engrossed in the movie, and while Santana was enjoying it the most, horror being one of her favourite genres, Quinn was beginning to get nervous, inching her way closer to Santana.

Santana could see Quinn's demeanor shift into one of nervousness, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, something she only did when she was anxious.

"You good, Q?"

Quinn flinched, briefly looking at Santana and then back to the screen, unable to look away, "Have I ever told you about the time..." She slowly began, reaching out to wrap her hand around the fabric of the couch, "My sister and I were home alone for the first time... and..." She gasped and jumped a little due to a scene, moving closer to Santana, sucking in a sharp breath, her story coming to a small halt.

Out of instinct in sensing that her friend was scared Santana moved closer, slowly wrapping an arm around her shoulders, "What happened, Q?" she whispered keeping her voice low and soothing.

"Someone broke into the house." Quinn whispered, remembering that night all too well, "My sister and I hid in the closet, we were able to call the cops and it only turned out to be my crazy uncle." She said, "But I'll never forget that feeling of terror. I'll never forget the look of fear in my sister's eyes. It's why I don't enjoy most scary movies."

"Not even Scream?"

"Especially Scream." Quinn nearly hissed and then she screamed when an actual jump scare happened on the screen and she turned to hide her eyes in Santana's neck, griping at the strap of her dress.

"I've got you, Q." Santana said, it unusual for the former head Cheerio to be so genuinely frightened, especially after everything she had been through in high school. Not to mention having to deal with Sue Sylvester for four hellish years.

"Sorry." Quinn mumbled, her lips brushing against the bare skin of Santana's skin, causing Santana's own breath to hitch in her throat.

"We can turn it off." Santana quietly said, "Have another drink. Rach should be here soon anyway."

Quinn slowly pulled away, lifting her head up. Santana was being nice, it was rare, but Quinn was a sucker for it and it had been happening more and more lately. Old Santana would have laughed in her face and forced her to watch the movie, but post McKingly High Santana was providing her with comfort.

A small smirk tugged at the corner of Quinn's mouth, their eyes locking, a pleasant feeling in the pit of her stomach warming her insides. It was that same feeling that started on the night of Mr. Schue's failed wedding. Quinn passed it off as her being drunk, but right now even with that one drink from earlier she was barely tipsy.

"Earth to Q?" Santana smirked reaching up to fix the devil horns that rested against blonde hair, "Did you emotionally distance yourself so you wouldn't have to watch the movie anymore-"

Suddenly their lips were pressed together, not moving, but they fit perfectly against each others. Santana quietly gasped, and then Quinn just as quickly pulled away.

"Sorry, San." Quinn looked down, but she didn't move.

Santana reached up, gently cupping Quinn's cheek with her hand, tilting her head up so their eyes locked, "It's okay." She smiled. "You're adrenaline is pumping. I get it."

She was surprised again by this reaction, and it caused Quinn's cheeks to heat up with a blush, "San?" She questioned her eyebrow raised slightly, "You've been different."

Santana scoffed and rolled her eyes, dropping her hand from Quinn's cheek, "Kurt said the same thing last week. I swear living with him and Berry is rubbing off on me...and not in the good way."

"Wait, what did Kurt say?" Quinn wondered.

"I'm becoming nice." Santana nearly spat, and reached up to grab Quinn's devil horns, "Let's switch costumes I need to fix my reputation."

Quinn quietly laughed, "Hey, no, no..." She grabbed Santana's wrist and pulled her hand down, "I – like this side of you."

"Don't be gross, Q! Let's switch costumes." Santana whined playfully fighting with Quinn, the two laughing now as they struggled against each other, until Quinn gained the upper hand, leaning into Santana, pinning her against the arm of the couch and herself.

"I forgot how strong you can be." Santana whispered, her eyes falling to Quinn's lips for a second before locking with her green eyes. They were both silent for a second or two until Santana finally whispered, "Hi."

That seemed to be the magic word and once again their lips were pressed together, moving slowly together this time. It was just as Quinn had remembered it from their drunken night together, only better because she wasn't inhibited by alcohol, this was everything a man could never give her, the feeling of actual joy and giddiness. Hell she could kiss Santana all day if she had the choice.

And then the loft door slid open.

"I'm home!" Rachel called out.

And just like that Santana and Quinn jumped far apart.

"Damn." Santana whispered, fixing the cat ears on the top of her head, left with her own ball of giddiness in the pit of her stomach, wanting more.

"Sorry I'm late. Please don't hate me." Rachel said as she whizzed quickly around the loft, "I'll quickly get ready and then we can go out. Kurt messaged me where he's at, we can go and meet him, okay?"

Rachel finally stopped to take a look at them and smiled, "Is everything all right?" She said studying them, "You two haven't been fighting right?" she walked over and reached up, using her thumb to fix Santana's smudged lipstick.

"Stop it." Santana said whacking Rachel's hands away.

Rachel smirked, "Sorry." She turned to look at Quinn who was sitting on the opposite side of the couch her and Santana had started in, "You both look... disheveled."

Santana looked at Quinn, knowing she wasn't ready at all to tackle whatever was going on inside that pretty blonde head of her's, so she quickly prepared to make up a lie to get them out of Rachel's scrutiny, until -

"Oh, you guys!" Rachel giggled finding the two empty glasses on the coffee table, "You've been drinking without me!?"

Quinn let out a nervous laugh, "Yes we have. So you better go get dressed so you can come out here and catch up to our level."

Rachel smiled wide, "Just call me the fourth member of the Unholy Trinity!"

Santana made a face, "That doesn't make any sense."

With a wave of her hand, Rachel brushed her off, "I need to change! No more drinking without me!" She said and then disappeared into the bedroom.

Santana and Quinn let out slow breaths, then smiled. Obviously they couldn't exactly talk about what had went down, because soon Rachel had come out wearing an angel costume, and the three of them headed out to the club where Kurt was at.

As the night came to an end the four of them headed back to the loft, Quinn and Santana practically carrying Rachel up the stairs.

"Why-why aren't you two as drunk as I am?" Rachel slurred.

Quinn quietly chuckled, "You tried too hard to keep up with us, Rach."

"In other words, you're a lightweight, Thumbelina." Santana smirked.

"On the bright side she'll sleep good tonight." Kurt chuckled quickly opening the door so they could usher Rachel inside.

Kurt grabbed a bottle of water and some Motrin from the kitchen and brought it to the bedroom, leaving it on the nightstand. "Which one is my bed mate for tonight?"

Santana and Quinn quickly glanced at each other, before Santana raised her hand, "That would be me."

"I'll see you there." Kurt said, the four of them always making sleeping arrangements for when Quinn would visit. However this time around Quinn and Santana secretly wished it was with each other.

With that Kurt left and the two made sure Rachel was comfortably in bed, leaving the two alone. Quinn walked up to Santana and smiled, "Tonight was fun."

Santana shyly smiled in return, "Drunk Rachel is always fun." the two stood in silence for a few seconds, until Santana broke it, "So about earlier..."

Quinn nodded and stepped forward, resting her hands on Santana's shoulders, "There is a lot for me to process." she simply said, "If you're willing to be patient?"

Santana let out a slow breath, "No games, Q?"

"No games." Quinn said with a serious nod and then she dipped her head in to give her another kiss, keeping it slow and tender this time.

Santana slid her hand to Quinn's lower back, enjoying the moment unsure if she'd ever get another one like this with Quinn, knowing how the blonde could sometimes be, especially when it was something as deep as her sexuality.

Then all too soon Quinn pulled away, "Happy Halloween." and she walked away heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed, leaving Santana confused and breathless.

Stay tuned for Part 2 of this chapter... (Which will hopefully be better written haha!)