A/N #1: This chapter jumps ahead from the fall semester (the previous chapter) to both Christmas and New Year's Eve.
Ch. 6: Silent, Soft and Slow Descends the Snow
The snow was starting to fall at a faster pace, causing the Latina to become irritated with the small brunette diva in front of her. "C'mon, Rachel. I don't have all day here. You might no longer be on speaking terms with Puck, but he's still my best friend and we have plans. Plus, it's fucking freezing in this uniform!" Santana tells her as she gestures to the ridiculously short Cheerios uniform she's wearing. "What's does this even have to do with your piece for NYADA anyways?"
"Well, as you know, I want to become the next Barbara Streisand, so I need to be adept in all facets of showmanship, and that includes directing, starring, – "
"Okay, okay. I get it," Santana says as she holds her hands up in defeat. "Can we just finish my part so I can leave please?"
Rachel sighs. "Sure. I guess I can't really demand you stay longer since you're still helping me out even though Noah and I are never getting back together. I thought I wanted to be with him. But really, it turns out I wanted to be him. I digress; let's run your part one more time and then you can go."
Santana nods her head in compliance before starting to sing the first few bars of her piece. "Wait," Santana says abruptly. "You want to be Puck? What does that even mean?" Santana asks, genuinely curious.
"I thought you wanted to finish your run through and then go home?" Rachel asks, suddenly weary about her admonishment.
"Well, now I'm curious. A girl can change her mind, can't she?"
"Fine, fine. Then you'll run through your part?" Santana nods her head while Rachel mutters under her breath 'diva'. "You already know that Brittany and I were having sexual relations and then we both consensually decided to invite Puck into having a threesome with us the night of Homecoming. Puck was so attentive to both of us during it, that I wandered what it would be like to have him concentrate on just me; on filling me with – "
"Rachel! Ew! Gross! I don't wanna hear about you having sex with Puck, so skip that part. Please!" Santana interjects as she covers her ears and screws her eyes shut, moaning about how she needs bleach to cleanse he mind's eye of the images.
"Sorry. As I was saying, I wanted to know what it would be like to be with him alone. So, I put things on a break with Brittany and started going out with Puck. The sex was great physically, but I was missing something emotionally from him. It was more like I was using a toy and was getting off that way. But, I just figured it was because I just got with him right after being with Brittany, so I needed to adjust. Then at Quinn's on Halloween, Joss was flirting with me, even though you were there so I figured it was okay to flirt back. We made out in Quinn's kitchen and would have continued if we didn't hear you guys come back from passing out candy. Then I slept with her that night – which I knew was wrong on some level with you and Brittany both there, but I didn't care. The sex was great on all levels, and that's when I realized that I couldn't keep being with Puck because I was never going to love him like how I love a woman."
"Damn, Rachel. Joining the lesbian circle then? I can make you a coming out cake if you want. Vegan, of course," Santana jokes because she can that this conversation in on the tipping point of becoming heavier than it already is.
"Thank you, Santana. That's very kind of you. But, I don't know if you'll still want to bake me a cake after I tell you the next part." Rachel pauses, taking a breath so she can attempt to calm her nerves before proceeding. "The reason why I think I went after Puck was because he was the closet way to get to you. I like you." With that proclamation out of her mouth, Rachel surges forward, claiming Santana's lips with her own.
Santana, after a second to absorb what was happening, gently pushes Rachel back. "Rach, while I'm flattered, and I truly am, I'm not attracted to you. I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Rachel says. "But I've wanted to do that ever since I realized that I liked you. It would have driven me crazy if I didn't work up the nerve to kiss you before it was too late." Santana starts to speak, but Rachel holds up her hand. "How about we just call it a day and start clean another day with you part. Just practice it by yourself occasionally until then, please." Rachel says as she pushes the Latina off the stage and towards the door. "Oh, and Santana? Get used to wearing that uniform because you're going to be living in it until this is over with. What can I say? Us closeted girls like our Cheerios uniforms!"
Santana squints her eyes, trying to figure out who Rachel's talking about, but instead shrugs her shoulders, grabs her leather jacket since Quinn still has her letterman's jacket, and throws Rachel deuces before heading out the door to go meet up with Puck.
"God, that was so weird," Santana says when she finally meets up with Puck.
"I'll say. Since when'dya become a Cheerio? Not that I'm complaining because your body looks rockin' in it, but I thought you only fucked the cheerleaders, not became them?" Puck says as he looks Santana up and down appreciatively.
"Shut up," Santana says, sticking out her tongue at him. "I'm in this outfit because of Rachel's thing she's performing/directing as part of her application to NYADA." Puck just nods, waiting for Santana to continue. "But anyways, that's not what I meant by 'weird.' 'Weird' is that she kissed me."
"She kissed you?" Puck asks in a surprisingly high voice. "When?"
"While I was running through my part with her before I came here. I'm sorry Puck. I know you were trying to do right this time by not fucking around when sleeping with someone."
"S'okay, San. I was hoping that being with her would make Ma happy because she's Jewish, but it felt weird since she's Quinn's best friend. And I don't want them comparing me in – "
"With how little you are?" Santana interjects quickly, causing Puck to scowl and then quickly stick her tongue out at her, much like she did earlier to him.
"Fuck you, San. I've told you, I'm a grower, not a shower!" But hey, I can show you up close and personal," he says as he grabs his crotch and thrusts it towards her.
"Ew. Gag me. Stop before I vomit," Santana says dramatically.
"Fine, fine. You're no fun," Puck says. "But anyways, as I was saying before you rudely interrupted me, I wouldn't mind being friends with Rachel still, so can you tell her that the next time you see her please? And tell her that there's no hard feelings because hey, it's high school and we've got our whole lives ahead of us, so why fret over the small stuff?"
Santana looks at Puck in awe. "Damn, Puck. When'd you get so smart?"
"I had a little help along the way," Puck says as she smiles at her. "Now, let's let our annual Christmukkah tradition begin!"
It's two days before Christmas and Santana is standing outside of the Berry household, debating on whether to knock on the door as she tries to figure out how to act around both Rachel and Quinn when suddenly she feels soft hands cover her eyes and a cold breath on her ear. "Mmm," she says automatically because her ears have always been her weak spot.
A chuckling sounds comes before an "Oh, you like that, huh? Good, I still know what turns you on."
"Joss," Santana says, herself now chuckling as well. "You can let me see now."
"Aww, and what fun would that be? I like seeing you squirm, not knowing what I'll do next," Joss says with a flick of her tongue and quick suck to Santana's earlobe. Santana let's out another low moan, shivering in anticipation of what might happen next. After a few seconds of nothing, Santana starts to fidget. "Don't worry, I'll let you see what I'm going to you tonight. Leave the door unlocked, okay?" With that, Joss releases Santana's eyes and hip checks her before moving in front of her to knock on the door.
Quinn, who had heard Santana's car when she pulled up, had been waiting for Santana to knock so she could be the first one to see the Latina. However, when she saw Joss with Santana outside, she couldn't help but become jealous of the interaction between the two, wishing she could be in Joss' place, but knowing that that would never happen since Santana seemed to be back with Joss again. When she sees the two walk to the front door finally, Quinn quickly heads back to where everyone else is so that the two outside don't think that she was privy to their personal moment.
When the doorbell chimes – the instrumental first few bars of Don't Rain on My Parade – Rachel quickly gets up from the table to go greet her last two guests. As she leaves, Quinn notices that Rachel subconsciously fixes her hair and pulls her shirt down slightly. At first, Quinn wonders why, but then realizes that it must be for either Puck or Brittany's benefit, hopefully Brittany's because the thought of her best friend with her baby daddy weirded her out completely. But, when Rachel comes back, even more animated around Santana, Quinn narrows her eyes at the petite diva. Rachel falters, briefly, when her vision locks with Quinn's, but tries to play it off by clearing her throat.
"Thank you everyone for coming. I figured we could do Christmas at my place since I figured that everyone probably has enough going on already at their homes for the impending holiday. I've prepared a spread for us to eat – with both vegan and non-vegan items, though I made Daddy cook the non-vegan items for me – so let's not waste haste and eat!" With the end of Rachel's speech, it was like a free-for-all as everyone lunged to grab food off the table and onto their plates. Santana and Puck, being their normal selves, grabbed two platefuls before returning to the table.
As forks, knives, and spoons scraped against the fine china Rachel had begged her father to let her use, amicable chatter was throughout the table. When everyone had had their fill of the food, they slowly made their way to the living room, where Rachel wanted the group to sing Christmas carols to complete the holiday festivities. After much complaining by the group, Rachel finally got her way – but not before having to bribe the group with the dessert she made: the sooner they sang songs, the sooner they got to have dessert.
After singing a handful of carols, the group retired back into the dining room area to eat the dessert that Rachel had made. Once Santana finished eating her third piece of dessert, she asked Rachel if they could exchange gifts now. Rachel agreed, so everyone went back into the living room since it would be easier to exchange the gifts there.
Since everyone was on a budget – being high school students and all – the group had already decided to do a Secret Santa gift exchange in which the gift could be serious or a gag gift, but it had to be under $25. "I'll go last!" Rachel told the group. "They says to always save the best for last," Rachel squeals in excitement as the rest of the group looks at her in expressions ranging from amusement to mild disdain. As Rachel takes in everyone's silence, she quickly amends her previous statement. "I, uh, I mean I'll go last because that's the hostess thing to do?" Everyone nods their heads and chuckles at Rachel's divaness. "Okay then!" Rachel claps. "Who wants to go first?"
Brittany quickly raises her hand, so she gets up to get the present with her number on it underneath the mini Charlie Brown-like tree. When she tears open the wrapping paper, she squeals in delight because inside is a rainbow colored unicorn and the movie Pretty in Pink. "Oh my god! It's so fluffy!" Brittany cries out as she squeezes the unicorn to her chest. "I love it; who got it for me?"
"Brit," Santana chides her, "you know we can't say who because we have to guess after everyone opens their gifts. That way it keeps it a mystery."
Brittany pouts for a few moments, but quickly forgets why when it's Joss' turn to pick up her present. Inside a Hawaiian print paper is: a coconut bra, a hula skirt, a lei, and a little ukulele. "Well, points for the uke, but you guys know I'm not really Hawaiian, right? My mom's in the military, so we got stationed a lot. But, I do know how to play!" She says as she strums a little ditty.
After Joss, Puck goes up to get his present. Inside is a box of condoms and a pocket pussy. Puck looks at Santana, shaking his head, figuring that she must be the culprit. After Puck, Santana goes up and is surprised to open her present and see and original Ohio lore book, signed by the author. Quinn follows Santana and is happy to see that her person bought her bacon themed gifts. Rachel, the last to go, opens her present to see that she got a homemade coupon book for home cooked vegan meals, plus the newest anniversary edition of RENT.
"Now can we find out who our Secret Santa was?" Brittany asks, excited not only to see who her person is, but for the person she got to find out that she was their giver.
"Yes, Brittany," everyone says in unison, causing them all to laugh.
Brittany claps happily and makes her first guess. After everyone goes around, saying who they think is their Secret Santa, each giver says who they had. Joss ended up giving Puck his gift, which causes everyone to laugh when Puck says it's the best present he's gotten from a girl ever. Quinn announces she had Santana, which Santana had figured when she saw the Ohio lore book. Santana announces that she had Rachel, which causes Quinn to become slightly jealous with how thoughtful Rachel's gift seemed to be. When Puck says that Brittany was his person, she launches at him, happy for the unicorn she was given. Brittany, when her excitement finally dies down, tells Quinn that she had her. By the time Rachel goes to announce who she had, Joss stops her and says, "I know. Thank you."
With the gifts exchanged, everyone breaks apart to either get more food or do whatever they want. Santana walks over to Quinn, clearing her throat when she reaches her. "Hey Q," Santana starts off. "So, I know we were only supposed to exchanged gifts for the Secret Santa thing, but I got you something as well," Santana hands a questioning Quinn her present. "I hope you like. But, you can't open it until you get home, okay?"
"Um, okay?" Quinn says as she takes the gift from Santana's outstretched hand. "Thank you, Santana. If I would have known, I would – "
"No," Santana interrupts her. "You didn't have to get me anything. That's why this is a surprise."
"Santana," Quinn chuckles. "I was just going to say that I would have brought yours as well because I got you something too."
"You got me something?" Santana asks, intrigued. "But what? You already got me that Ohio lore book, so what else could you have gotten me?"
"You'll just have to wait and see," Quinn says in what she hopes Santana understands as a flirtatious tone.
"Hey guys!" Joss says, breaking up the moment between the two girls. "Rachel says that we can take whatever food we want with us to go home with since her dads are coming home soon and the party is pretty much done. So, would you ladies like to head over to my house then for a little while to keep this party going?"
Quinn looks at Santana and then at Joss. "No thank you. I should be getting home soon anyways. Russell told me that the only way I could come over today was if I got his grandchild back in one piece before the snow kicks up. So, I guess I better head over there now."
"Okay, blondie. Another time then," Joss tells her before turning to Santana. "And what about you?" Joss says with a wink that Quinn misses.
"No, I'll pass on this one, J. I think it's a curl up at home kinda night. Just got this new book I plan n digging in to, so I'm good. Raincheck?"
Joss rolls her eyes at Santana. "Absolutely. And you know I'll be cashing in on that!" she says before she gives Quinn a hug and then goes to hug Santana, whispering in her ear that she'll see her later.
Once Joss leaves, Quinn quickly follows suit, followed by Brittany and Puck, leaving Santana alone with Rachel for the first time since the auditorium incident. "Need me to help you with anything before – unf." Before Santana can realize it, Rachel is pressing her against the kitchen wall, biting her lower lip to gain access to Santana's mouth. At first Santana let's her, but then quickly stops and tries to push her away when Rachel thrusts her thigh in between Santana's. "Rachel. Stop. We can't be doing this. You don't know who you want and I do. I can't do this to them."
Rachel steps back, chest heaving from their brief, albeit heavy, makeout session. "But you want it just as much as I do. I can feel your wetness through your jeans when I placed my leg in between yours."
Santana sighs, rubbing her temples, a sign that Quinn had picked up as something Santana only does when she's trying to think of a way to tell something without hurting whomever she's talking to. "Yes, Rachel, I can't deny that I find you attractive. Because I do," Santana holds up her hands in front of her to keep Rachel from coming closer when she tells her that. "But I don't feel that way emotionally. And as much as I would love to finally cum from someone else instead of my own hand, I couldn't do that to you. Even though you've already slept with more people than I have this school year, you were also dating each one. You and me? We won't date."
"We could," Rachel says quietly as she looks at the floor.
Santana steps closer to Rachel, lifting her face with a finger under her chin. "We could. But it wouldn't be right because I wouldn't be able to give you what you need. You need someone who can support you and be there for you. You've already had it once; you just need to get it back." With that, Santana leans down and kisses Rachel chastely on the lips. "Now, no more kisses, okay? At least no more kisses from me. I think there's someone else who would like some Berry kisses though," Santana says, which causes Rachel to laugh.
"Oh yeah? Who?" Rachel asks.
"No no no," Santana tells her. "That's for you to find out. But, I'll tell you this: they can cook some mean vegan meals! So, let that sink in. And I'm out. Gonna head home before the storm hits. See ya, Rach."
After Quinn greets her parents and talks to them for a few moments, she heads upstairs to her room to see what Santana bought her. She tears off the wrapping paper and sees a brown box taped up, so she grabs her scissors and cuts the tape off from the box. When she finally gets the lid off, she sees what's inside: a sparkly pink glass dildo and a mini pink vibrator. Quinn's face flushes a dark red, which can feel burning as if she had spent all day outside in the summer sun. "I could kill her," Quinn mutters under her breath. When she goes to place the sex toys back in the box, she sees an envelope inside. Curious to see what it says, she slides her fingers under the envelope flap and pulls out the card.
Q,
I hope you put those sex toys to good use. I've heard that pregnant women are horny women and if Thanksgiving is any indication of anything, you'll need something to mix with your fingers ;) But, on second note, did you see the little box in the big dildo's box? Of course not, because you're probably cursing my name lol so, open it up and see what else I got you.
Quinn puts down the letter and goes to open the sex toy's box. Inside, she finds a small box. When she opens it up, she begins to cry. Inside is a locket that has a music note on the outside and when Quinn opens it up, she sees the picture of her most recent sonogram inside. Inside the box, she also finds another letter.
Q,
I hope you like the necklace. Once the tadpole decides to come out and play, you can put that on the other side. Merry Christmas, Quinn.
- S
"Oh Santana," Quinn says out loud as she clasps the locket around her neck, "thank you."
A little later that night, Santana hears her phone ping!, letting her know she has a message. She eagerly grabs the phone, hoping that it's Quinn about her present, but instead sees that it's Joss, asking to be let in. Santana rolls off her bed, not bothering to put on anything underneath her robe because she knows that clothes will be shed soon enough by both of them, maybe even sooner rather than later since Santana's body has been on overdrive ever since Rachel tried to makeout and push things with her further earlier that afternoon.
"Hey," Joss says when she steps inside the home, giving Santana a kiss on the cheek before she shrugs off her coat. "I brought a little something to help us keep warm, if you know what I mean," she says with a waggle of her eyebrows as she pulls out a bottle from her overnight bad. "Wanna get some hot chocolate going or something while we cuddle and watch some movies? Naked, naturally," she says with a chuckle.
Santana replies by grabbing the bottle out of Joss' hand, placing it on the table in the hallway, and then pushing Joss roughly up against the door before cupping her hand against the apex between Joss' thighs. "I think," Santana starts, "that the spiked hot chocolate and movie watching can happen after we get naked. What do you think?" Santana asks as she presses her palm harder, placing open mouthed kisses across Joss' throat, causing Joss to sigh. "I'll take that as a yes," Santana chuckles as she quickly slips her hand past the waistband of Joss' clothing, sliding her fingers through Joss' wetness before suddenly thrusting two fingers inside of Joss. "Now, be a good girl and spread those legs for me," Santana tells Joss, a thrust and rub against her clit to accompany each word.
Upstairs, unbeknownst to Joss and Santana as they rid each other of clothing throughout Santana's living room, Santana's phone plays the chorus to Take My Breath Away, her ringtone for Quinn. The phone rings, playing through the chorus before it finally stops. Once it does, the only sounds that can be heard throughout the house are the moans and pants coming from the two girls. About thirty seconds later, a shorter ringtone plays, letting the owner of the phone know that there's a voicemail. But neither girl hears it as they're too wrapped up in each other, more worried about pleasing the other than stopping to hear any sounds but the ecstasy coming from their partner.
"Puckerman! I hate you right now!" Quinn yells at Puck when she storms in to his bedroom. "I'm gaining weight like crazy now and it's all your fault!"
Puck squints at Quinn, trying to figure out why she's yelling at him for gaining weight now. "Wait, how's this my fault? You're the one who eats all those maple bacon donuts like they're going out of style. Maybe you just need to cut back and you'll be good," he says with a shrug as he goes to unpause this online video game that he was in the middle of playing with Santana.
"Really?!" Quinn screeches. "That's what you have to say? I'm gaining all this weight because you got me pregnant!"
Puck pauses his game again. "Oh. Yeah, then that's because you hit week 27 now, which means you'll start gaining about a pound a week. Ma says that you should eat high-fiber food since that'll make you feel fuller longer. She also said I was a big baby when I was born, so she feels sorry for you if the baby takes after me and that you should consider a c-section."
It's Quinn's turn now to squint her eyes at Puck, trying to figure out how Puck actually remembered something that wasn't sports or video game related. "You did research? And remembered it?" she asks flabbergasted.
"Well, yeah," Puck says sheepily, "it's not cool not to know about your kid, so I looked some stuff up. I'm excited to meet this little person," he says as he reaches out his hand and places it on Quinn's stomach.
Quinn steps forward towards Puck, causing him to slightly flinch. "Reflex," he mutters when she chuckles softly. Instead of hitting him, like he expected, she bends down and kisses him on the lips. "Thank you, Puck," she says to him. "I'll see you tonight at Brittany's house for the New Year's Eve party," she says before she walks out of his room and down to her car.
By the time Quinn gets dropped off at Brittany's parents' house – Russell had insisted that he drive her everywhere while he's home from his business trips for the Christmas holiday – the New Year's Eve party is already in full swing. "What time was this supposed to start?" she asks some baby Cheerio that got invited as she pulls out her cell phone to check the time.
"I don't know. But people have been drinking since I got here and hat was at 9pm. Brittany, Puck and Santana really outdid themselves this year," the baby Cheerio tells Quinn before she moves away to go get more alcohol.
Quinn wanders through the crowd, wondering if she acted this way too when she used to drink at partied thrown by Puck and Finn. Upon thinking of Finn, Quinn sits down on the steps to think about how this year changed so much since Finn had passed. "If only he could see me now," she says.
"If only who could see you now?" a voice from behind her slurs out slowly, careful not to mess up the words to show how drunk she is.
Quinn turns and sees Rachel behind her. "Finn," she says. Rachel sits down next to her and just nods, knowing that nothing else really needs to be said. After a few moments of both girls sitting side by side in silence, Quinn squints her eyes at Rachel. "How much have had to drink?"
"Uh…" Rachel shrugs. "Two or three? I was doing shots with Puck, Santana and Joss. Brittany's out on the dance floor, and I want to be with her, but I don't know how to not be awkward about it. I want her, Quinn!" Rachel exclaims. "I can't stop thinking about my kiss with Santana in the – shit!" Rachel says quietly, covering her mouth with her hands. "You're not supposed to know that!"
Quinn turns abruptly to face Rachel. "What happened between you and Santana? Did you say you kissed her? The fuck, Rachel?!"
Rachel places her hand on Quinn's forearm, but Quinn quickly pulls it away, as if she's been burnt. "It's not what it seems. Really. I was just confused and thought I liked her. So I kissed her. But nothing happened because she pushed me away. Please don't be upset!" Rachel pleads with her.
"I can't look at you right now. I need some space," Quinn says as she gets up and walks away from the stairs and towards the patio outside. Once outside, Quinn tries to take calming breaths, but can't because all can she picture is Santana and Rachel kissing. It's bad enough already that Santana's on and off with Joss, but Rachel now too? "I guess she doesn't like me like how I like her," she says as she rubs her stomach. "I was a fool to think that she'd want to be with her best friend's baby momma. From now on, I'll just treat Santana as a friend then. Nothing more. It's just you and me, baby." Quinn wipes her eyes, pulling out her mini mirror to check to see how she looks. Once satisfied that she looks presentable, she heads back in to the party, ready to start the countdown and bring in the New Year.
"Hey Q!" Santana drunkenly shouts when she sees the blonde walk into the basement. "Come join me over here and give me some good luck. I's carrying the wright of this team since Fuckerman and Beach Bunny over here can't shoot with shit tonight. I mean, Trouty and Boy and Girl Change are beating us!" She cries out in mock agony when Quinn reaches the beer pong table.
Quinn takes in the atmosphere going on around her: Santana, Joss and Puck, all shitfaced from the drinking games they've been playing; Brittany dancing to the music with a large circle gathered around her; and Rachel longingly staring at Brittany. A tap on Quinn's shoulder brings her attention back to the group playing Civil War in front of her. "Huh?" she asks, turning towards her left to see who tapped her shoulder.
"Would you like to take a shot?" Sam asks Quinn, pointing towards the table lined with shot glasses.
"You do know that I'm pregnant, right?" Quinn says, gesturing towards her growing belly.
Sam blushes, quickly shaking his head. "No. I meant like to take a shot as in throw the ball in to the cup kind of shot."
"Oh, okay," Quinn says. "Sure. Give me the ball." Sam quickly hands Quinn the ball so she can take her shot as Santana and Joss make gestures like they were going to flash her in order to throw Quinn off her game. "It's not going to work, ladies," she says as she gets ready to take aim.
"Hey guys, the countdown is getting ready to start!" someone shouts from upstairs to those still in the basement.
Quinn lines up to take her shot, saying "It won't matter much, but you might want to get ready." Joss, Santana and Puck and smirk at her like she's crazy. Quinn takes a breath as the thirty second countdown starts. On twenty, she brings her arm back and releases, letting the ball soar through the air. The ball hit the lip of the cup, spinning its way to the bottom. Santana tries to flip it back out before it touches the beer, but when the ball pops out, so does beer droplets on the ball. "Yes!" cries out Quinn and her side of the table as Santana, Joss and Puck look at each other dumbfounded. "I hope you're better with your fingers than that," Quinn says jokingly to Santana as the countdown gets louder at ten seconds to go.
Santana moves to get closer to Quinn as the countdown continues. As Santana reaches Quinn at five seconds, Sam puts his arm around Quinn's waist, pulling her towards him. Santana looks at Quinn, trying to convey that she wants to be the one to kiss her. "Three!" Sam turns Quinn to face him, getting ready to lean down and kiss her at the stroke of midnight. Quinn looks at Santana briefly before turning back to Sam, where she tries to make herself believe that she feels nothing for the Latina and that she should let Sam be the one to kiss her. At two, Santana grabs Joss' wrist, pulling her towards her.
"One! Happy New Year!" everyone cries out. Sam leans down and kisses Quinn, which she allows for a second or two before politely pushing him and his big wet lips away. As she turns around to wish Santana a Happy New Year, she sees Santana and Joss still kissing, kissing way more passionately than the kiss Quinn just shared with Sam had been. So, she turns back to Sam, grabs his face and kisses him, hoping that she made the right decision in not telling Santana how she felt.
A/N #2: Hey my lovelies! It's been almost a month now since my last post; sorry! Like I said before, I got a new job at a law firm and so far, that place has been kicking my ass with how much work I've got. Totally crazy, but also extremely awesome as well. And my co-workers are pretty sweet too. But, I digress. I was talking with the person who gave me the prompt for this story, and I was thinking that because I write my chapters out first in a notebook and the last few have been 15+ handwritten pages, I thought I'd have my readers guess how long in length the next chapter would be when it's typed. And whomever was the closest to the correct number would get to pick the next oneshot promt that I would write. Sound good? If so, let's start for chapter 7. So, when commenting/reviewing the story, throw the number in there at the end, saying that's how long you think it'll be. Or PM me it. Either works for me. Anywho, enough chitchat and on to the reviews!
· Guest #1: I'm sorry that you feel that way. In my mind, I see Puck as someone who is in touch with his sexuality. I mean, he's a horny high school guy who's friends with beautiful women. Who wouldn't want to have sex with them? Lol I know that I do, so would that make me gross if I had a threesome with two hot girls and it was consensual? And, tying in with that, for all sex that occurs in my stories (this one and in other current/future stories), sex is consensual between all parties. Puck, when talking to Quinn, also says that he used a condom. His time with Quinn was enough to always make sure to wear a condom.
· Fabray-Lopez: Thanks! And yes, you're right. Some parts were a bit rushed seeming, but there's three reasonings for that:
o I was sick when writing the back half of the story and had to take very strong drugs as part of my meds. Every time I took them, all my energy just went away and I would sleep or be very zombie like.
o I wanted to get it posted before I left for Florida because I wanted you guys to have something to read before I started working at the law firm.
o I was trying to jump between scenes and get a lot done for a fall semester in one chapter. I now know I probably should break up the spring semester into two parts so it will be less choppy/rushed.
· Sidneyspain: More please? lol more of what exactly? Did this chapter give you the "more" you were looking for? Lol :P
· Pachecoissa: Me too! And I would love to update sooner with my chapters, but I like to write it out first before typing it up. It takes longer to do, but it's my style. And, unfortunately, work is kinda cramping my style right now lol x(
· AngieMG: Thank you! I'm trying to move it along because we're really nowhere near where the story is actually supposed to be taking place lol we still have to go through spring semester of high school and a whole bunch more before we get to ten years in the future. Yes! Like omg, what would you have done in that situation if that was you? For both walking in on the threesome after it finished and for Quinn masturbating?
· Dazed: Thanks! I do love to update. I feel like I'm more excited sometimes than the readers when I update. I mean, I talked about it all day today at work lol and I'm glad you think it's like no other. I love my Quintana, but I also like to mix it up. So, it looks like I have a prompter then who's going to have to come up with more stories (hint hint: you know who you are!).
· Guest #2: Yes! I actually love the Pucktana almost as much as I love Quintana. Maybe I just like the "tana" part of things? lol but stay tuned for me stuff between those two to happen...as for the pairings between the group, the only thing for certain is Quintana. Everything else that happens – both now in high school and ten years in the future – might change depending on the characters grow. I think I have some idea of who might be with whom, but things change...just wait for the singing. It might happen when you least expect it.
· Technicallyimpaired: Thank you! I keep trying to make each chapter better than the last, so hopefully this is just as good for you.
· Julz19: It is high school. Plus, a zebra can't change its stripes overnight. There's going to have to be some growing pains for everyone in this story…as for who Rachel slept with on Halloween, I think I covered it in this chapter when Rachel and Santana were in the auditorium…and everyone sees how close Santana and Quinn are – Quinn still has Santana's varsity jacket – but no one really notices that the two girls like like each other, especially them themselves. And they won't any time soon. That's a given or else this story wouldn't be happening lol
· . : Um, I would like some cookies, please! And thank you for enjoying the chapters so far! Just wait until we actually get into the meat of the story!
Okay my sexies! Thanks for reading this chapter; I hope you enjoyed it! Feel free to PM me or talk to me any other way you want. Until next time, stay smutty! Xxs