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(Still at) La Casa De Puckerman
Santana and Quinn spent hours talking by the poolside, neither were really keeping track of time. Santana really enjoyed spending time with Quinn. The girl was easy going, smart, goofy, and more real than anyone she met before. It's something that she lacked in the industry she was in and in her life overall. Quinn seemed to just draw her in.
They finally got up when their legs started falling asleep and they made their way inside. In the den, Kurt, Sam, Brittany, and Tina were in a game of Twister and Rachel and Mercedes watched.
"How nice of you two to join us," Rachel smirked looking at the pair.
"What can I say, Quinn's better company," Santana jested.
The game of Twister quickly tumbled over and Kurt groaned about Sam falling over on his family jewels. Brittany said that she could kiss it better, which made Kurt turn pink. Everyone else laughed.
They played a couple more games with others joining in before they all sat around the den and hung out.
Sam then suggested a game of Never Have I Ever and Santana added that since they're driving, they should drink something else instead of alcohol. They settled on a miscellaneous drink that was made up of whatever condiments Puck had in the fridge and water. It was a nasty brown color, definitely a good punishment.
Sam went first. "Never have I ever kissed someone of the same sex." Kurt rolled his eyes and put a finger down along with Santana, Brittany, Rachel, and Quinn.
"Hm... Never have I ever had sex in a public place." Rachel said.
Sam and Mercedes looked at each other blushing before putting their fingers down, which caused the group to laugh. Santana and Brittany put another finger down too.
"Damn I really don't wanna drink that nastiness..." Santana chuckled. "Never have I ever drank." It was a good one, everyone's finger went down.
"What, how can you have never drank?" Tina asked, voicing everyone else's same question.
Santana shrugged. "Was never into it I guess."
Quinn was next and thought for a moment. "Never have I ever skinny dipped."
Only Brittany and Sam's fingers went down.
The game went on with Brittany as the final loser and Santana coming in close second. Brittany grimaced and downed the gross drink as the group cheered her on. Just as quickly as she swallowed the concoction, she held her mouth and took off to the nearest bathroom.
Quinn and Mercedes went after her to check she was okay and everyone else joked and was thankful they didn't have to drink it.
After holding Brittany's hair back, and all three of them rinsing their mouths repeatedly and drinking lots of water, they made their way back to the den. Quinn checked her messages when they found that other people had taken the spot. There were two texts from Rachel.
From Rachel: Thank me later Juliet ;) *photo attached*
It was a picture of her and Santana sitting together poolside. She was leaning into Santana's shoulder laughing while Santana had a smile playing on her lips. It was a dim photo, but the lights by the pool added a nice touch.
Quinn found herself blushing studying the picture. It was a cute pic, she had to admit. The other message was just Rachel letting them know that they moved to the backyard now.
There were still some people dancing and hanging out inside the house, but it seemed a lot of people had come out to the porch and pool. Tina spotted them and waved her over.
"Hey what's going on?" Quinn asked as she approached her friends. Santana wasn't in sight anymore.
Kurt shrugged. "Not sure, Puck told us all to come outside, and said there was a special treat."
Sure enough, the young man in question was on the other side of the lawn.
"Yoooo what's up gang!" Puck spoke into a microphone and gathered everyone's attention. "Appreciate you all coming out tonight. As tradition, my lesbro and I are gonna do a banger tonight," he slung a bass guitar over his shoulder and sat down on one of the two stools in the middle of the lawn. "Take it away, San."
Santana was sitting on the other stool with a mic stand and guitar in hand, too. "So this is a song I wrote last night," she began. "It's a work in progress and I can't guarantee it's good, especially on Puck's end." This earned some laughs and Puck rolled his eyes.
Quinn was intrigued. In the time they spent talking, Santana didn't mention a performance. She was very curious to see what this was about.
"She's so hot," a girl swooned from nearby and a few others agreed.
Santana had been wearing a Metallica cut off tank and jean shorts. Quinn thought it was a nice and simple getup, but Santana managed to look so dreamy. Even more now under the outdoor string lights.
"But yeah, I hope you like it," Santana settled back in her seat and exchanged a nod with Puck.
They both started playing their instruments with Santana strumming the main melody. It was acoustic pop and was reminiscent of the Backstreet Boys.
Santana found Quinn in the crowd and winked in her direction. Several pairs of eyes followed that direction including Quinn's girl friends who glanced back at her. Quinn tried to ignore the heat rising in her cheeks and looked straight ahead at the duo performing.
I've tried playing it cool
But when I'm lookin' at you
I can't ever be brave
'Cause you make my heart race
Santana sang looking directly at Quinn.
Shot me out of the sky
You're my kryptonite
You keep making me weak
Yeah, frozen, and can't breathe
She looked over at the crowd's reaction and continued glancing at Quinn occasionally. Puck took over for the next part.
Something's gotta give now
'Cause I'm dying just to make you see
That I need you here with me now
'Cause you've got that one thing
The bad boy had a good voice, too, who would've thought?
"They're good," Sam commented. He was also a guitar player himself, so he knew how well they were playing.
Puck and Santana exchanged a look and started harmonizing.
So get out, get out, get out of my head
And fall into my arms instead
I don't, I don't, don't know what it is
But I need that one thing, and
You've got that one thing
"This is awesome." Mercedes complimented, nodding her head to the rhythm.
"I can't believe she wrote this only last night," Rachel said.
Now I'm climbing the walls
But you don't notice at all (At all)
That I'm going out of my mind
All day and all night
Something's gotta give now
'Cause I'm dying just to know your name
And I need you here with me now
'Cause you've got that one thing
Puck and Santana traded off singing each verse and then joined together again for the next chorus.
So, get out, get out, get out of my head
And fall into my arms instead
I don't, I don't, I don't know what it is
But I need that one thing
Yeah you got that one thing
So, get out, get out, get out of my head
And come on, come into my life
I don't, I don't, don't know what it is
But I need that one thing, and
You've got that one thing
They sounded great together, it sounded like they've been performing together for years.
Quinn was amazed and she couldn't tear her eyes away from Santana. Santana had her eyes closed now, focussed on playing her guitar and vocalizing the outro.
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Oh-ooh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-ooh, oh-oh-oh-oh
You've got that one thing
Santana sang the last line before throwing in an infamous Lopez smile. Everyone cheered and clapped as the two singers fist bumped and did a handshake.
"Well that was a lovely surprise," Rachel said, turning back to the group.
"I would go home with her if I were you, Quinn." Brittany (who was feeling a lot better now) deadpanned.
This bluntness of the statement made Mercedes and Tina burst out laughing.
Quinn blushed and ducked her head. She hoped that no one could tell under the dim lighting.
"Wait, Santana was singing to Quinn?" Sam asked, confused. "I thought they were serenading Rachel?"
Rachel and Kurt joined in on the laughter.
"Quite the comedian, my friend," Kurt patted his friend on the shoulder.
They continued to joke around for a bit until Quinn's phone buzzed.
From Santana: I'll rejoin you in 30?
Quinn looked up and made eye contact with Santana who was still on the lawn in between a group of people, mostly groupies.
To Santana: You look busy, Rockstar.
Santana smirked before shooting a quick text back.
To Quinn: Never too busy for you.
Quinn rolled her eyes playfully when Santana winked at her.
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La Casa De Puckerman (Still)
Santana tried to stay back as many people came up to her complimenting their performance. She didn't want to be rude, so she thanked them and waited till it was less crowded. Some girls even came up to both her and Puck being very flirty, but she wasn't interested and turned them away.
To be honest, she was nervous performing that song in front of Quinn, who was the inspiration behind it. It had only been written less than 24 hours ago, but Puck suggested it after he caught a glimpse of her song book. She agreed and they had spent the afternoon working on it.
Maybe it was creepy to write a song about a girl you just met... But judging by the reactions they received, it was a good move. Go big or go home, as Puck would say.
Finally, Puck went to get a drink and Santana made her way back inside, spotting the girl who hadn't left her mind. The house was rather empty now.
"Hi," Santana grinned, approaching Quinn.
"Hey you," Quinn matched her smile. It was contagious. "That was an amazing song, I can't believe you wrote it only yesterday."
"Thanks," Santana said, rubbing the back of her head awkwardly. She took compliments fairly well, maybe because Quinn was the one saying it, it made her slightly bashful. "It was inspired by a girl I just met," she admitted.
Quinn felt butterflies at the mention that it could possibly be about herself.
"She must be a lucky girl."
Santana took a step closer and they looked into each other's eyes.
"She's pretty cool."
"Santana!" Cece came up behind Santana. She was looking quite tipsy and tried to lean in for a sloppily kiss on the cheek.
Santana immediately side stepped and looked to Quinn, who was looking at them with a blank expression, almost a curious glint.
"W-what's the matter baby?" The college girl slurred.
"Uh... Quinn, this is Cece. Puck's friend," Santana quickly said.
Quinn arched an eyebrow and nodded as the other blonde smirked slightly.
"I'm more of Santana's friend if you know what I mean," she made a move to wrap arm around Santana's shoulders, but missed as Santana once again stepped away only to steady the drunk girl so she didn't fall over.
Could this be any more awkward?
Luckily Puck came out of the bathroom and saw their predicament. It was his fault afterall for accidentally inviting Santana's ex hook up. He approached them and his best friend immediately transferred Cece into his chest.
"Ah, I think you had enough to drink," he said, referring to Cece who looked like she could pass out any minute.
He sent an apologetic smile to Santana, who was shooting a look that looked like a cross between 'get her out' and 'I hate you'. Quinn was amused watching the exchange.
"No no, I was just-" Puck threw the girl over his shoulder and walked off before she could say anything else.
Santana let out a sigh of relief and turned back to Quinn. "Sorry about that, she wasn't supposed to come."
"Ex girlfriend?"
"No definitely not," she chuckled awkwardly.
Quinn shrugged in response and started walking away to the kitchen. Santana reached out and gently grasped her wrist. She turned around questioningly.
"The song's for you," Santana confessed.
Quinn couldn't help the smile that grew on her lips. This caused Santana to reciprocate. They looked into each other's eyes, both feeling the pull.
"Hey Quinn! We're going home now, you coming?" Sam shouted from down the hall.
Mercedes slapped his bicep and Sam looked at his girlfriend confused as to why she did that.
Quinn glanced at her phone, it was already half past midnight. Time really flew by. Before Quinn could respond, Santana piped up.
"I'll take you home?" She offered, searching hazel eyes for confirmation and Quinn nodded.
The two walked out and got into Santana's white Audi. It was awkward again as they pulled out of the driveway. The driver glanced over to look at the passenger.
"Cece, she um…-"
"You don't need to explain yourself," Quinn interrupted. She wanted to know, but she didn't really want to know.
"No. I want to be honest with you," Santana paused. "We fooled around a couple months ago, but that ended and I have no interest in it happening again."
"And why do you feel the need to tell me this?"
She looked over and was met with a curious gaze. She smiled honestly.
"There's someone else I'm interested in."
Quinn looked away and blushed. Santana chuckled at how adorable she looked.
After that the ride back to Quinn's house was quiet except for them humming along to the radio and glancing at each other and smiling. It was crazy how they enjoyed each other's company without words.
Here they were again, parked outside Quinn's house. Except this time Santana turned off the engine and walked Quinn up to her door.
"I had a lot of fun tonight," she said gazing into hazel eyes for what seemed like the millionth time that night. This was quickly becoming one of her favorite things to do.
"Me too, I'm really glad I came," Quinn smiled softly.
Quinn was looking stunning under the moonlight and Santana really wanted to kiss her.
At that moment, the front door opened, startling them both.
Judy Fabray in a nightgown peeked her head out. "I thought I heard something." The older woman then noticed that her daughter wasn't alone. "Oh hello there," she smiled at the unfamiliar face.
This woman looked very similar to Quinn, must be her mother, Santana guessed.
"Uh hi Mrs. Fabray. I'm Santana," she smiled back nervously. "I-I was, um, just dropping Quinn off." She wanted to facepalm at how much she was stuttering.
"Oh nice to meet you Santana." Judy glanced between the two teenagers and must've gotten the memo that she interrupted something. "I heard voices outside when I was getting water and came out to check. Any who, don't mind me. I'm off to bed now." The door shut without another word.
The people in Quinn's life just had perfect timing. Quinn spared a glance at Santana who was still looking at the door with a curious look.
"Um, I should get inside," Quinn said quietly.
Brown eyes shifted over to her. "Yeah you should."
They looked at each other one last time before Quinn quickly leaned over and pecked the corner of Santana's mouth.
"Goodnight," she whispered before going inside her home.
Santana stood there for a moment before her mind registered. Then a smile creeped up on her face. She made her way back in her car and grinned like a Cheshire cat once in the driver's seat. The night was perfect.
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