I was totally expecting people to tell me to stop writing and quit while I'm ahead but I've heard nothing but positive things. Thanks guys (:
Chapter warnings: There's drinking and drunk sex. How does that sound? Great.
I still don't own glee.
The excessive beeping coming from her right was getting too much. Santana punched her alarm clock cursing at it with a mix of Spanish and English. Half-awake she blindly grabbed her towel and went to shower and get ready for the morning. She was almost going to skip school because she did not want to be up this early but she remembered that it was only the second day of school. Her morning brightened when she got a text from a certain blonde.
Q: Hey san can u pick me up? It'd be easier than us taking separate cars back to urs.
She typed out an okay and was on her way to Quinn's house with a bagel in her mouth, one on her finger, and two coffees in her hands. When Quinn walked out with a coffee and a banana in each hand and opened the passenger door, Santana couldn't help but laugh at the look of shock and a hint of embarrassment on her face.
"I guess it's a double breakfast. Although I don't think we'll need two coffees each." Santana explained still laughing.
"Let's just give the colder ones to Britt and your new girlfriend." Quinn replied.
"My new girlfriend?"
"Yeah Berry." Quinn said bitterly.
"Okay A, Berry is not my girlfriend; and B, I needed her number for math, I told you that."
"I thought it was chemistry?" Quinn asked playfully.
"I uh have both classes with her. Shut up and enjoy your damn breakfast." Santana hastily replied as they reached the school parking lot.
The day went the same as the previous one…kind of. Quinn went to History while Santana went to English. Santana went to chemistry while Quinn went to math. Quinn went to Gym along with Santana. The girls sat with the Cheerios just like yesterday, but unlike yesterday Santana got pulled away by Brittany. Quinn stabbed at her salad knowing their history together. I guess Santana has a thing for blondes and midgets. I'm blonde and shorter than Britt. Doesn't that make me a perfect candidate? Oh wait…I have a disgusting dick dangling between my legs. Who would ever want that? She was pulled out of her thoughts by a large arm around her shoulders and sloppy kiss placed on her cheek. Turning around to look at her boyfriend with and angry look on her face, she angrily asked "What the hell do you want from me Finn?"
With a hurt and confused expression he timidly said "I-I'm your boyfriend and I haven't seen you all summer. Do you have your period? Am I not supposed to touch you?"
Still angry she pinched the bridge of her nose and said "No, Finn I'm not on my period" I can't even have one. "And no you aren't my boyfriend. You're just an idiot." Then she quickly walked away. From the other side of the cafeteria Santana watched as her best friend stormed out looking pretty pissed. "I'll talk to you later, B. I have to go see what's wrong with Quinn."
As soon as she caught up with Quinn she pulled on her shoulder. Quinn turned around and when she saw Santana's face she immediately lost all of the anger that was previously in her system.
"Hey what happened back there?" Santana asked curiously.
"I dumped Finn. I was so tired of how dumb he is and always assuming I'm on my period. I'm really just over him." Quinn explained.
"Looks like we're both single now." Santana said, seeming a little too excited about it.
"Wait. When did you and Puck call it off?"
Santana shrugged. "Second period. I don't even know why I was with him in the first place."
They continued walking down the empty hallway until Santana suggested they skip the rest of the day and start their sleepover early.
"San, we can't skip. We have four more periods. It's also the second day of school; we can't skip."
"Exactly it's the second day of school; nothing is really going on. Now get your granny panties out of a bunch and get into my car or you're going to have to walk to my house after school." Santana called out as she continued to walk down the hallway. Quinn, not being able to say no to the brunette, followed her to her car.
"If I get in trouble I'm blaming you." Quinn said as she buckled her seat belt.
Santana just laughed and drove toward her house. She didn't expect anyone to be home. With both of her parents being doctors she only gets to see them once or twice a week. They got inside, got changed into sweats and t-shirts, and settled on the couch to watch a movie. Scrolling through Netflix, Santana turned to Quinn. "What do you want to watch?"
"Anything scary." Quinn replied with a smirk knowing that Santana hated scary movies.
"Q, seriously? Please no."
"San, it's like one in the afternoon. You can't get scared when it's light out. What happened to you being a badass?"
Santana clicked on Halloween and mumbled something like, "I am so a badass."
What Quinn said about not being able to be scared during daylight apparently didn't apply to Santana. It was five thirty in the afternoon, still pretty bright, and Santana had her face buried in Quinn's neck and her around her waist, barely peeking at the screen. Quinn had her arm around Santana's lower back trying to pay attention to anything but the girl's breath on her sensitive neck. At one part when Chucky seemed to pop up out of nowhere Santana jumped up off the couch and in the process pushed her palm as hard as she could on Quinn's dick. She about to run up the stairs when she looked back at her blonde friend. The blonde was curled into a ball with her hands cradling her crotch and had a pained look on her face. She was on the floor and groaning. Fuck that hurt. She thought. Santana walked over to her friend and kneeled down next to her.
"Q, are you okay? You're acting like I cunt punted you."
Quinn groaned in pain. "You have to have a cunt to get cunt punted." As soon as the words came out of her mouth she realized what she had done. She had just revealed her biggest secret to someone outside of her family. She quickly stood up and started making her way toward the front door. Since she was in pain she wasn't going very fast so Santana ran and stood in front of the door.
"What the fuck does that even mean? 'You have to have a cunt…' Q what the hell are you talking about?" She said with a hand on Quinn's chest. The look in Santana's eyes made her break down and start sobbing. She fell to the floor on her knees.
"What do you think it means? I understand that you don't want to be friends with a freak like me. Just let me leave before you can make fun of me." The girl sobbed out.
Santana got on to her knees and pulled Quinn into a hug. "I would never make fun of you. So you have dick. It's fine. That's not going to stop me from being your friend. I love you no matter what Q. You could be a fucking Ken doll down there and I still would be here for you."
Quinn stood up with Santana. "Come on. Let's go get our drink on and watch some romcoms and forget this ever happened. I won't ask you questions about it until you're ready." She smiled at her friend and followed her into the kitchen. Santana pulled out an unopened handle of vodka, two large glasses, and a jug of orange juice. She poured her cup about 1/3 of the way with vodka and Quinn's ¼ knowing the blonde doesn't have a high of a tolerance. She poured the orange juice in and handed one to Quinn. They made their way back to the couch and continued their evening.
Four cups of the drink and three movies later they were both pretty drunk. They started out at separate ends of the couch, but at this point Quinn was in Santana's lap with her head resting back on her shoulder. As the credits to Love Actually rolled Santana pushed Quinn off of her lap and onto the floor.
Quinn blinked up at Santana. "S, what the hell?" She slurred out.
"I'z over movies." The brunette slurred out. "Le's play Truth er Dare!"
"San, that's a game fer kids. You were comfy by the way."
After much begging, Santana got Quinn to play but only after they got bread and water to sober up a bit. Feeling a little less drunk they sat down to play.
"Okay San, truth or dare?"
"Do you even have to ask? Only badasses choose dare."
Quinn chuckled "Okay I dare you to get Berry to send you a tit pic."
Santana's eyes widened but then she said "Easy." She pulled out her phone and texted Rachel. It had been twenty minutes and Rachel still wouldn't give in.
Rachel: Santana, for the last time, no you're not getting a picture of my breasts. Please sober up and go to bed. Goodnight.
Quinn chuckled and Santana took off her shirt for the penalty of not completing the dare. Quinn looked at the girl's face the whole time to avoid an awkward situation.
"Blondie, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Pussy."
"Bitch."
"Fine. Why did you hide your secret from me?" Quinn gulped and blushed.
"I was afraid you wouldn't want to be my friend or if you did, you would treat me as a dude. It makes me feel really masculine and I hate it. I want to be seen and treated like a girl." She explained while looking down.
"I'm still going to treat you the same." She said placing a hand on her knee. Quinn smiled in return. "So dare?"
"Actually, truth." Quinn chuckled at her surprising answer.
"Pussy. Why did you really ask Berry for her number?" Santana's heart rate picked up. She couldn't tell her the truth but she had to…sort of.
"To make you jealous. I know you'd never have the guts to ask her. We all know how you feel for her." The first part wasn't a lie, but the rest was. Santana was trying to make her jealous but not of herself, but of Rachel.
"I do not have a crush on Manhands, trust me. Dare by the way." Santana smirked and had a mischievous look in her eye.
"Show me your dick."
"What?!"
"Show me your dick, Blondie. I want to see what you're working with."
Quinn nervously stood up and pulled down her sweats. Then she put her thumbs in the waistband of her boxers when Santana nodded at her to go on. She looked away from Santana as her dick popped out of its confinements. Santana stared in awe as she felt wetness pool in between her thighs.
She cleared her throat. "Damn, Seabiscuit. How the fuck do you manage to fit that thing in your spanks?" Quinn chuckled shyly and went to the kitchen to get four shots for the two of them, feeling a little too sober for the situation.
They got drunker but not too drunk. The game progressed and Quinn had admitted to jerking off, she twerked, and got punched in the boob; while Santana snorted powdered sugar through a ten dollar bill, admitted to having a crush on Brittany last year but claimed she was completely over her, and twerked on the wall (Quinn ran out of ideas). It was Quinn's turn now.
"Okay truth or dare?"
"Dare." Quinn smiled at Santana. Santana ran her hands over her thighs and took a deep breath. She scooted closer toward Quinn and ghosted her lips over the blonde's.
"I dare you to let me kiss you." She whispered onto her lips. The blonde closed the distance between them and kissed her passionately. She'd been waiting for over a year to do this. She moaned and opened her mouth when Santana's tongue swiped her bottom lip asking for entrance. A few seconds later Santana pulled away and whispered, "You didn't let me kiss you, you kissed me. Lose the shirt, babe." They pulled off Quinn's shirt together. Santana leaned back in to resume their kissing but Quinn put a hand on her chest. "Truth or dare?" She whispered, looking deep into her eyes. "I dare you to let me take you tonight." She requested timidly after Santana replied with dare. Santana dragged Quinn up the stairs by her hand and pushed her on the bed.
She stood, admiring the view. The blonde was only in her bra and sweatpants and was sporting a huge tent in them. Quinn grew insecure as Santana just stood there and stared at her. She tried to get up only to be pushed back down by the brunette. Santana stepped out of her pants and straddled Quinn's hips. The blonde sat up when the other girl put her hand on her cheek and kissed her. She pushed her tongue into Santana's mouth. As their tongues were battling for dominance, Santana reached behind her back to stroke her lover through her pants. Quinn moaned into her mouth and without breaking their kiss, she reached down to pull her pants off. As Santana scooted back to sit on the blonde's thighs she put her right hand on her stomach and trailed it down her abs. Just as she was about to put her hand down the blonde's boxers, a hand on her wrist stopped her. She looked up to see Quinn look at her with scared eyes.
"Are you still drunk?" she asked.
"No." She smiled at the blonde then turned serious. "Are you?"
Quinn gulped. "No. But are you sure you want to do this? I've never done anything before…like ever. I don't want it to be bad for you." Santana kissed her lips and rested her forehead on Quinn's.
"Baby, it's okay. I'll guide you through it." She continued kissing the blonde as she trailed her hand down her abs and into her boxers. She pushed her hand underneath the waistband, grabbed Quinn's appendage, and started stroking it. The blonde gasped into her mouth. Santana then started trailing kisses along her jaw all the way up to her ear. As Quinn's hands grasped the other girl's back she felt hot breath on her ear saying "Do you like how my hand feels around your cock, baby?" She whimpered and nodded into Santana's neck. She felt kisses being trailed down her own neck after a soft kiss was pressed to her ear and her bra was removed. Her lover's hot mouth going down the column of her throat almost made her explode all over Santana's hand. Keep it together, don't blow it. Literally. She thought to herself. A warm, wet tongue tracing her abs drew her out of her thoughts. The blonde pulled her boxers down exposing Santana's hand filled by her erection. Her eyes rolled back and she threw head back on to the pillow with a loud moan when she felt the tip of her dick being enveloped by Santana's mouth. "Fuck." She whispered. This was the best thing she's ever experienced. Ever. Her hands tangled themselves into Santana's hair as her hips began lightly thrusting into her mouth. "Baby, move out of the way I'm close." She said lightly pulling on the girl's hair. Santana just swallowed more of Quinn's cock as she spilled into her mouth. "Shit, fuck, oh my god, San, that was amazing." She cried as Santana kissed up her body. Santana just smiled in return and kissed her lips. They deepened the kiss and as Quinn started trailing kisses down her neck she was pulled back up to Santana's mouth. "You don't need to do that for me right now, babe. I'm so fucking wet and ready for you. You need to stick that dick in me asap." At Santana's words, she was instantly hard. She laid her lover down and line the tip at her entrance.
"Just go slow. I'm not a virgin or anything, but you're definitely the biggest I've ever had so just, please go slow." Quinn smiled down at her and kissed cheek.
"Anything for you, baby." She slowly started to push in. Santana rubbed her back and enjoyed the look on her lover's face as she was losing her virginity. She kissed the blonde on the tip of the nose and moaned once she was fully inside. Quinn waited for the brunette to tell her when to go.
"Okay you can move now."
They moaned in unison when Quinn pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in. She repeated this action and with each thrust she went harder and faster. They both set a steady pace with Santana's legs wrapped around the blonde's hips and Quinn's right arm under Santana's back holding her close to her body. Santana started moaning louder when Quinn changed angles, hitting her spot. The blonde's thrusts became sloppy and erratic as she was running out of breath. After a couple more strokes Santana came with aloud moan, the other girl following her orgasm, painting her walls with a moan and "Fuck babe," whispered into the brunette's ear.
Santana sighed as Quinn pulled out and kissed her cheek. They laid there for a couple minutes until the blonde broke the silence.
"Um thank you." Santana couldn't help but laugh. She rolled over and cuddled into Quinn's side. She kissed the blonde's neck and whispered, "Anything for you, baby," before falling asleep.
Quinn smiled contently and held the girl in her arms thinking about how this night will change everything. Shit. This night changes everything. Oh fuck crossed her mind. One last thought crossed her mind before they fell asleep
We didn't use a condom.
Questions? Comments? Concerns? How's my driving? Tell me in a review. Thanks for reading. More ahead.
-Racheal