Hi there! This is my first Quinn/Santana fic in years, but I just had a writing itch and needed to put this somewhere. It takes place at the beginning of season one and is a glimpse into Quinn and Santana's friendship. I'm debating making this into a sort of collection of one-shots that would go together that explores their friendship and how it changes into more over the course of the seasons, so let me know what you think!
"Chug, chug, chug, chug! Yeeaahhh!"
The crowd of screaming, inebriated teenagers went wild as Quinn finished the last of her beer, dropping the red Solo cup to her feet and wiping her chin as she coughed.
"I knew you had it in you, Fabray!" Santana congratulated as the blonde grimaced, wrapping one arm around Quinn's shoulders while raising her own cup in the air as a toast. "How do you feel?"
"Gross," Quinn yelled over the music that blasted from the speaker, her face contorting in disgust as she burped. "Beer is awful."
"Well yeah, no one drinks it because it's good," Santana snickered, taking another swig from her cup as she patted Quinn's back. "Come on, we'll take a shot. That'll definitely help you get rid of the taste."
"I don't think I can drink anymore," Quinn said as she shook her head, her blonde ponytail swinging with the movement as she met Santana's eyes. "I don't want to get trashed and embarrass myself."
"You think I would let that happen? Come on Q, I got you," Santana assured her friend, guiding her towards the kitchen as they moved through the swarm of sticky teenagers.
The party had been in full swing for a few hours now, Brittany throwing it to celebrate the new school year. Santana hadn't seen what there was to be happy about but was never one to turn down an invite, excited to spend the evening getting shitfaced and watching her fellow classmates find new ways to humiliate and debase themselves. She was also thrilled because she had finally convinced Quinn to join her, her best friend having reservations as she was not one to attend the parties Santana did. Quinn had always had reservations about how going to them would make her look, especially to the Celibacy Club, but she hadn't quite been herself as of late, Santana able to wear down Quinn's resistance much easier than expected. While Santana would have loved to believe it was her natural charisma and her gift of persuasion that was the key she knew Quinn was going through something, most of her decision making fueled by anger at Finn and his strange behavior. Santana wasn't exactly sure what had gone down between them and frankly she didn't care, glad to have her best girl by her side as they danced and drank the night away.
"Don't give me anything too strong," Quinn requested as she watched Santana grab a random cup and empty it out, the brunette pausing with the cup in one hand and the bottle of Everclear in the other.
"No, of course not," Santana snorted as she poured the clear liquor into the cup, mixing in a touch of Sprite and swirling it around before handing it to Quinn. She quickly fixed herself one, minus the Sprite, and raised her cup to clink Quinn's, the two of them sharing a giggle before downing the shots.
"Yeah?" Santana asked as Quinn's eyes widened in surprise, the blonde nodding as she licked her lips.
"That wasn't that bad."
"See," Santana smiled, taking their cups and refilling them again as she poured a bit more into each the second go around. "Now this time we toast."
"To what?"
"To whatever your heart desires," Santana answered as she handed the cup over, Quinn pausing as she thought. Her brow furrowed and her eyes darkened as she stared down at the drink in her hand, Santana knowing exactly where the blonde's mind had wondered to and sighing as she shook her head. "No way, Blondie, I'm not wasting a perfectly good shot on your chromosomally challenged boyfriend."
"Santana!"
"Quinn!"
"Don't be a bitch," Quinn requested firmly. "And anyways, I didn't say anything about him."
"You don't have to," Santana said while shaking her head. "Never mind depresso, I'll make the toast. Here's to us and having a killer sophomore year…and trying not to kill a bitch during it."
"To us," Quinn toasted as she raised her cup, tapping it lightly against Santana's before downing the second shot.
"Now let's get your ass out on that dance floor-"
"That's not a dance floor, that's Brittany's living room. Was Brittany's living room."
"Shut the fuck up, Fabray, and move it. I know God didn't give you all that ass and no ability to shake it."
"Santana!"
"Quinn! March!" Santana instructed playfully, Quinn swaying with a giggle before following the brunette's orders.
"I stand corrected; God has a sick sense of humor."
Quinn laughed as she tried and failed to grab ahold of the stair railing, Santana moving behind her and placing her hands on the blonde's hips as she tried to steady her.
"Easy there Fabray, the last thing I need is Coach on my ass because you fell and can't compete in our competition."
"Oh please, 'm fine," Quinn slurred with a smile as loose strands of blonde hair fell into her face, her bare feet crossing over each other as she clumsily climbed the stairs. "Just a liiiitle tipsy s'all."
"Yeah, ok," Santana said with a roll of her eyes, assisting the blonde the rest of the way up the stairs and guiding her into Brittany's room. She sat Quinn down on the bed and began pulling back the covers, Quinn trying to remove her top but getting stuck in a sleeve. Santana halted her movements to watch as her friend jerked her arm and failed to find freedom, Quinn turning towards Santana and poking out her bottom lip as she flashed the brunette sad eyes.
"'m stuck," she pouted pathetically, Santana sighing as she made her way over.
"You're a terrible drunk, you know that?" Santana asked as she maneuvered her hand inside Quinn's top, releasing Quinn's arm from the confines of the fabric before pulling it up and over her head.
"Am not!" Quinn defended with a whine, Santana snorting as she moved towards Brittany's dresser to find Quinn a t-shirt to sleep in. "I'm just frus-frusterate-no, shit-frustrated."
"I got you out of the shirt, Fabray, what-"
"I mean with Finn," Quinn interrupted before laying back dramatically on the bed with a sigh, Santana shaking her head as she opened the top drawer of the dresser.
"I'll never understand the hold that man child has on you," Santana muttered as she rifled through the drawer of the dresser, Quinn shrugging on the bed before moving her hands to her jeans and wiggling her hips to remove them.
"It's just this whole-whole Glee Club crap," Quinn explained, ignoring Santana's comment as she continued to try and push her jeans down. "I don't understand what he's doin'. And why he has to do it with her."
"Who? Berry?" Santana asked as she grabbed one of Brittany's oversized Lord Tubbington t-shirts, knowing how much Quinn hated the damn cat and how unamused she would be to wake up with his face plastered across her chest.
"Yes, Berry," Quinn spat as she emphasized the B in Rachel's last name, releasing a growl before abandoning her fight with her jeans. "She practically drools when she looks at him-"
"Probably due to some oral deformity."
"-and gets all googly eyed whenever he speaks. It's disturbing."
"In more ways than one," Santana said as she closed the drawer, turning around and heading back to Quinn on the bed to find her splayed out on the comforter. Her hair was scattered around her head and across her face from her failed efforts to undress and there were red marks across the ivory skin of her hips from where she tried to push her jeans down without bothering to unbutton or zip them, Santana grumbling to herself as she tossed the t-shirt beside Quinn on the bed before grabbing the blonde's feet and pulling her down within reach.
"Santana!" Quinn squeaked at the sudden movement, the brunette moving her hands to the top of Quinn's jeans as she unbuttoned them.
"Well clearly you can't be left to your own devices, Blondie," Santana said as she pulled down the zipper, moving her hands back up and pulling on the denim as she yanked the jeans down Quinn's legs.
"I mean buy me a drink first at least! Oh wait," Quinn giggled as she moved to prop herself up on her elbows, Santana finally removing her pants and letting them fall to the floor.
"Don't put this on me, I got you started but you were unstoppable when it came to those shots," Santana pointed out, Quinn resting the bottoms of her feet against Santana's thighs.
"They tasted like stars!" Quinn exclaimed, Santana rolling her eyes up to the ceiling before looking back down to her half naked friend.
"Yeah, yeah, you mentioned that after your 5th one," Santana recalled, placing her hands on Quinn's feet and sliding them off of her before reaching a hand out to pull her friend up. "Now let's get you dressed and in bed."
"Maybe I don't wanna," Quinn said playfully as she accepted the hand and sat up, pushing the hair from her face as she flashed Santana a mischievous smile.
"Well I'm not taking you back downstairs, especially not like this," she informed Quinn as she motioned to the blonde's current state of undress.
"I don't wanna do that either," Quinn clarified as she licked her lips, Santana arching a brow as she watched her friend flutter her lashes.
"Quinn fucking Fabray, President of the goddamn Celibacy Club, are you trying to seduce me right now?" Santana asked, Quinn shrugging as she crossed her legs.
"I dunno…are you seduced?"
"Not in the fucking least," Santana answered as she bit back a laugh, Quinn's smile falling as the brunette picked up the shirt and shoved it at her chest. "I love you Q, but I'm not gonna be some gay-lay, drunken hook-up, first fuck because you're mad at your boyfriend or whatever it is you're trying to work through."
"This isn't about him," Quinn snapped as she grabbed the shirt, tossing it to her right before leaning forward. "I just wanna have fun. I never get to have any fun."
"Probably because you've got Jesus so far up your ass-"
"Santana!"
"Quinn!"
"Don't say that!" Quinn warned, looking up to the ceiling as if God himself was up there listening before mouthing 'I'm sorry'.
"I'm pretty sure your God doesn't take kindly to queers anyways, so whatever you're trying to make happen here is religiously a no go, Q."
"And what exactly do you think I'm trying to make happen?" Quinn asked playfully, Santana narrowing her eyes at the blonde's clumsy come on.
"You're trying to get some weird revenge on your auto-tuned troll of a boyfriend with me and it's not gonna happen. You're my bestie, Fabray, and I don't wanna ruin that. Plus you're stupid drunk and it's totally not ethical." Quinn huffed as she reached back and grabbed the t-shirt Santana got her, unfolding it hastily before throwing it on. "You'll thank me in the morning."
"Shut up," Quinn snapped before moving towards the headboard, pulling down the comforter and sheet roughly as she climbed in.
"I'm gonna get you some water and aspirin, hold tight," Santana said as she turned for Brittany's bathroom, leaving Quinn to fume alone in bed.
Santana made her way into the bathroom and grabbed a paper cup from the stack that Brittany used to rinse her mouth out after brushing her teeth, filling it halfway before setting it down on the counter. She then began rifling through the cabinets under the sink in search of aspirin, moving aside the tampons and towels until she found a small medicine bag. Santana grabbed the bottle and shook it before standing again, picking up the small cup and heading back into the bedroom to see Quinn sitting upright. She didn't look irritated but Santana could tell there was something on her mind by the way she chewed on a lock of blonde hair, making her way over and handing her the water.
"There's something I need you to do for me, San," Quinn spoke as Santana uncapped the bottle of aspirin, shaking two blue pills into the palm of her hand as she shook her head.
"Look Quinn, I told you-"
"Not that!" Quinn dismissed with a shake of her head, reaching her hand out for the aspirin and taking them down with a swig of water. "Something else."
"What is it, Fabray?" Santana asked, Quinn pausing as she took another drink of water while Santana waited impatiently for the blonde to swallow.
"I want to join the Glee Club, and I want you to join, too." Santana laughed as the words came from Quinn's mouth, leaning her head back as her hand rested on her chest.
"Yeah Blondie, and I wanna marry Puckerman and give birth to his mohawked demon spawn."
"No, San, I mean it," Quinn said sternly, Santana halting her laughter as she searched her friend's face for any trace of a smile to give her away.
"And here I thought maybe you had sobered up a little."
"Stop it, I'm being serious!" Quinn shouted, trying to swat her left hand at Santana and missing as water dribbled from the cup in her right. "I have to join Glee Club, I can't leave him alone with her."
"Why?"
"Because!"
"Because why?"
"Santana!"
"Quinn!"
"Because I don't trust him!" Quinn finally admitted, her demeanor changing as her face fell and voice lowered. "I don't trust him alone with her."
"Quinn," Santana sighed, kicking off her shoes and crawling across the bed to sit beside the blonde. "You don't really think-"
"It's not just the way she looks at him," Quinn mumbled softly as she ran a fingertip around the rim of her cup. "He looks at her that way, too. I've seen it." Santana sat quietly beside Quinn as she tried to think of what to say, deciding against a snarky comment and instead wrapping her arm around her friend. "And I know you think he's a loser-"
"Amongst other things."
"-and I know you don't get it but I love him, San, I love him and I can't lose him."
"Listen, you are beyond brilliant, an absolute knockout and have the voice of a baby Angel," Santana began, squeezing Quinn as she leaned her head to rest against the blonde's. "Finn would be an idiot to give you up for some missing link with a mustache."
"Santana-"
"I mean it, Q, you're an absolute knockout. Sometimes it's a bit annoying how perfect you are."
"I am not perfect."
"Well I think you are," Santana whispered, moving her head off of Quinn's and turning to face her. "And if Finn Hudson thinks he's gonna hurt you, he has another thing coming."
"I don't think he wants to, I…I don't know what he wants." Santana could see the hurt etched across Quinn's face, the blonde not one to let her guard down. She and Santana were similar in that way, and she knew that Quinn was feeling low to let it show.
"Well we know what he's gonna get," Santana said, Quinn furrowing her brow as she met Santana's eyes. "These fucking hands if he doesn't act right. And…a few new singers in his absolutely vile Glee Club."
"You mean it?" Quinn asked as she perked up, her eyes widening as they sparkled like a kid on Christmas morning.
"Yeah, what the hell. I'll talk to Brittany and get her to be our third Supreme. Misery does love company."
"Oh thank you, Santana!" Quinn squealed as she moved to wrap her arms around her friend, Santana grimacing at the awkward embrace but patting the other girls back softly. "Thank you, thank you!"
"God, the things I do for you," Santana muttered, Quinn squeezing her harder as the brunette winced. "Easy there, Blondie, you're killing me."
"I mean it San, thank you," Quinn repeated, releasing her grip a bit but still holding on to Santana's frame.
"Yeah, yeah, but you totally owe me," Santana reminded Quinn, the blonde pulling away as she nodded her head. "And you can pay me back by lying the fuck down and getting some sleep."
"Fine," Quinn smiled, handing Santana her now empty cup and moving to roll over. Santana helped her get settled before standing, moving across the room to hit the light switch.
"Santana?"
"Quinn?"
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
