A/N- A little update, but it's two in one day. Let me know if you spot any grammar mistakes (:
Disclaimer- Yup...still don't own Glee. Darn.
Chapter 3: Warm Bodies
"You're still here." Quinn said as she walked out of Sweet Mota. She was surprised when she saw the brunette outside, leaning against a wall.
"Told you I'd wait."
"I see. Well, it was nice seeing you." Quinn tried to brush past Santana, but the Latina stepped in her path.
"Don't tell me I waited outside for three hours for no reason."
"Hate to break it to you," Quinn shrugged. Santana shook her head.
"That's bullshit."
"Santana, I'm tired. I just want to go home and go to sleep. I really don't have time for this. I thought you'd leave hours ago."
"Well, I didn't." Santana took off her jacket and wrapped it around Quinn's bare shoulders. "Come on, let's get out of here."
Quinn put her arms through the jacket. She couldn't help it, it was fucking cold. "You seriously want to go get coffee?"
"No, not really. But I want to talk to you so.." Santana gave her a tiny smile. "Right this way." She lead Quinn to the parking lot.
"Where's your car?"
"On it's way, I rode with Puck. How were you planning on getting home?"
"Normally I ride with Sugar, but she's upset with me for some reason. She left when her shift was over about an hour ago," Quinn frowned.
"So you were going to walk?" Quinn nodded. "That would have been a dumbass move."
"Yeah, I've gotten that a lot today."
"Hey, no, Q. You're one of the smartest people I know. I didn't mean you were a dumbass, I meant that there's dumbasses who might see you in those shorts and that shirt and think they can fucking talk to you."
"So you're worried about me now?" Quinn tilted her head to the side. Then she smirked. "You've gone soft."
"Bullshit," Santana said.
"You used to say that a lot. Still do, I see."
"Oh that's bu- butter. I can't believe it." Santana bit back a smile.
"Smooth, Lopez." Quinn. Santana shrugged.
"That's us," Santana pointed to a black BMW.
"You have a driver?" Quinn stated more than asked. Santana nodded. "How freaking charming."
"So what happened to Yale?" Santana asked. She took a small sip from her hot chocolate.
Quinn shrugged. "I stopped after the first year. Do you know how expensive Ivy League schools are?" She laughed dryly. She pushed her empty cup to the side. "I'm still paying off my first year."
"Daddy Fabray cut you off?" Santana frowned when Quinn's shoulders slumped. "You're shitting me. He's loaded and he fucking loves you."
"He's loaded, sure. But about the whole love thing, that doesn't exist anymore."
"Now I'm curious, what did you do?" Santana leaned forward and rested her chin on her knuckles.
"You're loving this aren't you?" Quinn glared at her.
"Come on, Q. I'm on the edge of my seat," Santana teased. Quinn arched an eyebrow. If she was going to tell Santana, she was going to have fun with it. She leaned back and crossed her arms.
"Well, it was Thanksgiving. The whole family was over. This was when I was nineteen. I brought my friend over, her name was Rowan-"
"Your life story isn't what I asked for. Get to the daddy issues part." Santana snapped.
"Hold your horses," Quinn hissed. Santana put her hands up in defense. "As I was saying…"
Flashback… four years ago
"Mom, Daddy, this is Rowan. She's one of the nicest people in college," Quinn smiled. Rowan's arm was linked with her's. The tall brunette smiled at Quinn's parents.
"It's lovely to meet you. Quinn talks about you so much." Rowan smiled. She glanced at Quinn, then shook Ms. Fabray's hand.
"It's very nice to meet you as well, dear." The older woman smiled. Mr. Fabray shook her hand next, and gave her a small nod.
"Pleased to meet you," he said formally.
"Rowan, want to see my room?" Quinn asked. Rowan nodded.
"I'd love to." She let Quinn lead her up the stairs and down a long hallway. "Pleased to meet you," she mocked.
"Shut up." Quinn laughed.
"Are they always so.."
"Plastic?"
Rowan nodded. "I was going to say formal, that plastic suits them well."
"Whatever," Quinn pulled Rowan into her room. She immediately closed the door and pulled Rowan onto the bed.
"Anxious, are we?" Rowan teased.
Quinn chuckled and straddled Rowan, lightly pressing their lips together. Rowan let out a small moan when Quinn rolled her hips. "Is this okay?" Quinn asked her.
"Don't you dare stop," Rowan hissed in response. Quinn smirked and pressed her hips further into her girlfriends. She kissed her jaw, then the soft spot on her neck. "Mmm.." Rowan whimpered when Quinn's started to suck it.
Present day…
"Oh shit, Quinn. At your Thanksgiving Dinner?" Santana gawked. Quinn gave her a smirk and nodded. "That's pretty bad ass, Q. And kind of hot."
"Are you going to let me finish or not, Lopez?"
"My bad. Continue."
"Anyway, Rowan and I were getting a little too comfortable…"
Flashback … (again)
"Babe.." Quinn moaned when Rowan started rocking with her.
"Quinn, your cousin Stacey is- oh my lord!" Ms. Fabray shouted.
"Mom! Why didn't you knock!" Quinn shrieked. She jumped off and away from Rowan.
"Is something wrong, dear?" Mr. Fabray asked.
Ms. Fabray cleared her throat. "Everything is fine, my love. Rowan," she eyed Quinn's girlfriend, "I think it's time you showed yourself out."
"Mom-"
"No, Quinn." Rowan said as she stood all the way up, "It's okay. I completely understand." She started to walk away, but looked back at Quinn one last time. Then at Ms. Fabray. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way." She gave Quinn a small nod and walked away.
"Mom, I promise-" Quinn started.
"Not now, Quinnie. We will talk about this when the family leaves." Ms. Fabray avoided eye contact with Quinn, while Mr. Fabray stood there with a confused and concerned expression on his face. "Now, I'm going to tell your cousin Stacey that you will be down in a few minutes. Compose yourself." Ms. Fabray took in a sharp breath, then walked away. She tugged Quinn's father along with her.
Present day…
"That's fucking crazy!" Santana exclaimed.
"Yeah, well.."
"What happened after? Your mom told your dad?"
Quinn nodded. "When everyone left, my mom told him. Then they called me into the room. My dad looked calm so I was super nervous. Then, with the straightest expression he could make, he told me that Rowan was the devil's spawn."
Santana giggled a little, but then nodded for Quinn to continue.
"He tried to make me refuse to ever see her again. He was convinced that I corrupted her. Then he threatened to cut me off. I, of course, told him that I was in love. He told me I wasn't his daughter anymore."
"Wait, where was Frannie when all of this happened?"
"Oh, he already disowned her. She had a baby when she was in her teens. She was about seventeen when she gave birth."
"Huh. How come he didn't disown you when that whole thing with Puck happened?"
Quinn ducked her head. "Because I didn't keep the baby."
Santana nodded. "And there's nothing wrong with that. She's in a good home."
"Anyway, that's all that happened. All a little before Mr. Shue's wedding, by the way."
"So you cheated on Rowan with me?" Santana smirked.
"I would never. She broke up with me." Quinn yawned.
"Want to get out of here?" Santana asked. "I can drop you off at home."
"Yeah. I'm exhausted. What time is it?"
Santana pulled out her phone and yawned. "Four thirty. Ready to get out of here?"
"Mhm," Quinn sighed. The two of them got up and walked outside. The ride to Quinn house was quiet, other than the jazz music that played softly through the radio.
"I'll walk you to your door," Santana said softly. Quinn nodded. They stepped out of the car. "Keep it," she said when Quinn started to take off San's jacket.
"You sure?" Quinn mumbled.
"It looks nice on you," Santana smiled. Quinn nodded, too tired to think clearly. "I'll see you soon, Q."
Quinn fumbled with her key for a little before Santana took it from her and opened it. "Thanks," the blonde smiled softly. She wrapped her arms around Santana and disappeared behind her door before Santana could say anything. Santana stood there for a second before shaking her head.
"No fucking way," she said to herself. There was no way that she could actually have a thing for Quinn Fabray.
Quinn woke up at around five in the afternoon the next day, only to find that she'd never changed out of her clothes from the night before. She dragged herself out of bed and to the bathroom so she could wash the makeup off of her face.
"Hey," someone said.
"Who's there?" Quinn grumbled. Sugar stood in the door frame of the bathroom.
"The only other person who has a key to this apartment," Sugar smiled.
"Hey," Quinn yawned.
"Good afternoon, sleeping beauty." Laughed Sugar. Quinn stepped past her.
"Want pancakes?" The blonde offered. Sugar shrugged. "Thanks for ditching me last night."
"Figured Santana could give you a ride."
"And if she hadn't?"
"So she did." Sugar stated. Quinn nodded.
"Is there something wrong with that?"
"No. Not at all. Do you have any blueberries?"
"So, how did your night go?" Puck asked. Santana shrugged. "You get it in?"
"No, you ass. We just hung out."
"Well excuse me," Puck shrugged. "I just figured since you were all happy and shit this morning. You even made me breakfast."
"I wouldn't call a bowl of Lucky Charms 'making you breakfast.'" Santana said through a mouthful cereal.
"So, who's the mystery girl?" Again, Santana shrugged. "Same from last time?"
"Maybe."
"And I know her?"
"Maybe.."
"You're killing me, San!" Puck whined.
Santana arched an eyebrow. "Am I?"
Puck rolled his eyes. "Are you going to see her again?"
"I hope so."
"Hello?" Quinn said to her phone. She was sitting on her living room floor with her legs crossed, playing card games with Sugar and Elaine.
"Hey, are you working tonight?" Santana asked. Quinn bit her lip.
"No, why?"
"Are you home?"
"Yes. Is there a reason you're interrogating me?" Sugar mouthed 'who's that?'. "Santana," Quinn whispered. Sugar rolled her eyes while Elaine glanced up from her cards.
"Can you let me in? It's kind of cold." Santana told her.
"You're out there?" Quinn asked as she stood up.
"Are you going to let me in or not?"
Quinn shook her head and hung up. She opened the front door, sure enough, there was Santana. "What are you doing here?"
"Pleased to see you too," Santana said as she stepped past Quinn. "Oh," she said. Sugar and Elaine stared at her with side eyes. "Sorry, I didn't know you had guests."
"It's fine," Quinn said. "Was there something you needed? I have your jacket in my room."
"I told you to keep it," Santana smiled. "No, I just, um, wanted to see you."
"Oh, okay. Uh, do you want something to drink?" Quinn walked into the small kitchen. "I have tea, water, beer-"
"Beer."
Quinn handed her a can of blonde beer, which Santana gladly accepted.
"So, I don't know how this is going to work since you have company." Santana sighed.
"How what will work?"
"I wanted to take you out. For real this time."
"Why?" Quinn asked.
"I don't know, Q. Maybe I just wanted to hang out. Maybe it's because we have the best sex ever."
They heard someone cough in the living room, it was clear that someone was eavesdropping. "I'm not going to be your booty call, Santana." Quinn told her in a hushed tone.
"Hey, if you were a booty call I wouldn't be here at all. I would have you come down to Hotel Del. And I definitely wouldn't want to take you out," Santana whispered back.
"So, what are you proposing?" Quinn crossed her arms.
"I say," Santana put her beer on a small table, then rested her hands on Quinn's hips to draw her closer, "we skip all of the messy labels, I take you out every once in a while, we make sweet lady love, and I'll even let you make me breakfast in the morning. Sometimes."
Quinn rolled her eyes, "Are you always going to hold that over my head? I was tired and delusional."
"I almost felt guilty for leaving. Almost."
"It's better that you did. I was cold, and you were a warm body to cling to."
"Exactly!" Santana smiled, "We are two warm- no, not warm; hot. We are two hot bodies that should have sex frequently."
"You're out of your mind," Quinn said. She tried to take a step back, but Santana only pulled her closer.
"Just think about it," Santana whispered in her ear. She walked away after Quinn nodded. "Have a nice afternoon, ladies!" She called over her shoulder.
"What did she say to you?" Sugar asked once Quinn took her seat. Quinn shook her head with a smile on her face.
"Nothing. She's fucking crazy."
A/N- Thanks for reading! I should be updating later tonight, or tomorrow. Let me know what you think?
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