Post 4x14. Quinn comes to visit her girlfriend Santana, but she has a surprise for her. FLUFF! One-shot.
A/N: Dianna going brunette is SUCH a power move. Here's my take on if Quinn did the same ;)
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Quinn ran her hand through her newly dyed brown tresses as she climbed up the steps to the Bushwick loft. She had just gotten it done the hour before she hopped on the train to New York. It was a long weekend and she was finally going to spend some much needed time with her girlfriend after not seeing each other for three weeks. Blame the insanity of Ivy League midterms.
Luckily, Santana understood and didn't give her a hard time. They texted every day and facetimed whenever they could, even if it was just for a few minutes to say goodnight. It took them a while to get to this level of understanding in their long distance relationship where they stopped arguing about little things. Now they just cherished their time with each other.
Their wedding hookup was more than eight months ago and they've been together officially for five. Her plan tonight was to order takeout and snuggle on the couch as Santana would be tired when she got off of work. Her big surprise though, was her new hairdo that she hadn't told anyone she was getting.
Quinn smiled to herself thinking about her beautiful girlfriend. She quickly inserted her spare key to the loft before pulling back the heavy door with a grunt.
"Santana, what are you doing home early?" Rachel asked.
Rachel and Kurt's eyes were trained on the episode of Game of Thrones playing on TV.
"I know I dyed my hair, but I'm still a few shades too pale to be mistaken for my girlfriend," Quinn joked, setting her bag down.
Two sets of eyes snapped over to her. Kurt started choking on the popcorn in his mouth while Rachel stared at her in disbelief as if she were Moses coming alive.
"What do we think?" Quinn did a twirl.
The two roommates quickly crossed the room to get a better look.
"What the…" Rachel said, looking amazed.
"Holy moly, you look hot!" Kurt exclaimed.
"Thanks guys," the former blonde laughed and gave them each a hug.
"Santana said you were coming tomorrow. We certainly were not expecting to see you so soon or even like this," Rachel explained, touching Quinn's hair.
"Well I wanted to surprise her. Do you think she'll like it?"
Kurt scoffed. "Like it? You look freakin' amazing. I'd marry you if I liked women."
Rachel nodded in agreement. "Literally wow…"
Quinn smiled appreciatively. The three of them settled back on the couch and caught up for a little bit before turning their focus back to the TV.
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Santana twisted her neck around to stretch her tense muscles as she pushed open the building door. She checked her phone again for a new message from Quinn, but she still hadn't received one.
To My Honey Bun: Hey babe, getting off soon. I'll call you when I get home?
Santana had sent that more than 30 mins ago. She frowned. Quinn had finally finished her midterms and they were supposed to have a Facetime date before Quinn came tomorrow.
Santana shrugged it off and walked up the steps, really hoping Rachel had some leftover vegan pasta in the fridge. As much as Santana will deny it, Rachel's herbivore diet resulted in some really good recipes.
Whatever. I can always threaten her into making me something if there's no more.
Santana smirked to herself. Although they were all good friends now, she could still channel her inner bitch from high school. That came in handy when the three roommates split up housework and cooking duties.
She pulled back their front door and walked inside. She froze when she saw an unfamiliar figure standing in the kitchen.
The person had their back turned and had hair similar to Rachel's, but the woman was taller. Santana allowed her eyes to trail down and check the woman out.
Yup, definitely not Rachel.
The Broadway diva had a nice body, but the stranger in the kitchen was wearing yoga pants and Rachel definitely didn't have an ample ass like that.
The only time, if any, the roommates would invite people over is hookups. For Kurt, it used to be Adam and now it was only when Blaine came to visit. For Rachel, it used to be Brody and now it was just a couple NYADA guys here and there.
Holy shit, Berry came out of the closet! She bagged a hot chick!
Wait, that couldn't be right. She would've texted Santana first if she had someone over. After that one time Santana came home and pulled back Rachel's curtain… well let's just say Rachel screamed an E sharp trying to cover herself up while Santana laughed her ass off.
Santana slowly tiptoed over to the TV stand and pulled out the baseball bat hidden behind it. She gripped the bat tightly inching towards the woman.
Quinn finished wiping down the countertop and went to wash her hands. She dried them off before turning around to check her phone for the time. She noticed someone out of the corner of her eye holding a baseball bat and she immediately looked up, startled.
"Holy shit!"
Quinn placed a hand over her heart at the sudden outburst. "You scared me!"
Quinn tried to control her pounding heart as the bat and keys flopped out of Santana's hands and onto the floor.
"Y-you… w-what… hair…" Santana stammered, looking at her in shock.
Quinn bit her lip trying to hold back a laugh.
"Holy shit…" she repeated with wide eyes.
The former blonde felt nervous now under Santana's gaze raking her over and over again. Before she knew it, Santana had crossed the short distance between them and enveloped her into a big hug. Quinn allowed herself to melt into those strong familiar arms.
"I missed you," Quinn mumbled, squeezing tightly.
Santana pulled back slightly to look at her now brunette girlfriend. She couldn't believe it. All those years of knowing each other, she hadn't seen Quinn with this hair color ever. Blonde Quinn was already a goddess, but this… she looked even more gorgeous.
"Oh my god baby," Santana breathed out.
Quinn touched her hair self consciously. "I wanted to surprise you."
Santana let out a strangled chuckle. "You did… you look so beautiful."
Quinn blushed hearing the sincerity of those words. She leaned in to peck Santana's lips, who was still looking dazed.
"Were you going to hit me with that?" She asked amused, referring to the baseball bat on the floor.
Santana shook her head, seeming to come back to real life now. She smiled, tightening her hold around Quinn's waist. "I missed you so much Q," she pecked pink lips and porcelain cheeks over and over again.
Quinn giggled. "So we like the brown?"
"Definitely."
"Should I be worried? You weren't this affectionate before."
Santana laughed. "You can't blame me, it's like I got another girlfriend."
Quinn rolled her eyes. She missed Santana's inappropriate comments more than she liked to admit. She reached down and squeezed Santana's ass.
"How about you show me how much you like it?"
"Mmm perfect," Santana whispered before connecting their lips in a deep kiss.
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Thoughts? Here's a link of what Kurcheltana is swooning about
instagram dot com / p/CQ3uaxLMrOE/ (remove spaces)
