HERE IT IS! Sorry about the wait guys. This chapter is about envy and paranoia but most importantly, new relationship passion! Enjoy. Please review! All the reviews so far have been amazing and I couldn't wish for better followers. It really boosts my confidence to continue on writing this story.
I DO NOT OWN GLEE!
Quinn had slipped behind a nearby car- not to eaves drop. She was just curious and worried for Brittany- she looked really sad. But as she watched the encounter between the two girls, she began to feel her whole body burn up with jealousy. Santana had been caressing Brittany's arm, stroking her hair and they were now hugging. Quinn's jaw clenched as her mind raced. Everybody knows Santana and Brittany have a history- they've always been too close to just be friends. What if San still wants Brittany? I can't compete with her, they've been joined at the hip since before I can remember. Quinn quickly snapped out of her irrational thoughts as she watched Santana walk towards the school. Quinn grabbed her headphones and put them in just as Santana got close enough to realise Quinn was there. She won't know I was spying now.
"Hey, you." smiled Santana as she approached Quinn. Quinn pulled out her headphones she was pretending to listen to.
"What was up with Brittany then?" she questioned, desperately trying not to sound too interested.
"She just broke up with Wheels because he called her stupid. So you can imagine how upset she must feel," As Santana was talking, Quinn noticed tear stains down Santana's cheeks.
"Why were you crying too?" interrogated Quinn. Something just didn't seem right here. Santana looked away. I can't tell her that I just realised I love her- it's too soon. It'll freak her out. And I can't tell her that Brittany just confessed her real feelings for me either, she'll worry. Santana rubbed her cheeks with her hands.
"Oh these tear stains? Yeah, they're from tears of joy that I finally have an excuse to go all Rocky on his poor, crippled ass." Quinn laughed at Santana's fierce demeanour. The girls began to walk to class- they're hands lightly brushing against one another's for the contact that they so desperately needed but nobody would notice.
"San, you can't beat up a kid in a wheelchair. However much they hurt people, it just makes you look like a monster." said Quinn as they walked.
"Yeah well, there's word on the street that I am kind of a bitch so…" replied Santana light-heartedly. Quinn couldn't agree more but she found it sexy and she felt safe when Santana was around. She smiled to herself as she realised how lucky she was.
After school, the two girls decided to hang out at Quinn's house. Her Mom was in this time but that didn't eliminate their anticipation- Quinn and Santana had been struggling to get through the day. At lunch when they were sat with the Glee kids, Quinn had felt a warm, strong hand gently kneading her thigh under the table. Every time Santana saw Quinn flinch, she'd move her hand up higher. Santana had a cocky grin plastered over her face when Quinn had choked on her drink after she had felt one finger quickly stroke past her clit. She got her own back though. During Cheerio's practice, Quinn had been bending down very slowly right in front of Santana to give her a full view of her toned ass. Quinn smirked when she had noticed that Santana had been practically drooling.
"Santana, stop! My Mom is inside!" whispered Quinn when Santana started to leave a trail of kisses down the back of her neck. Santana carried on and wrapped her arms tightly around her waist. Quinn could barely stand up straight and wished they could just have sex right there and then on her doorstep, but knowing her Mother was probably on the other side of the door made her nervous. "Baby, please? I'm really… mmm…struggling to stop you, so just do it for me?" And with that, Santana reluctantly pulled away.
"I bet you're getting all worked up and wet just from the thought of what I'm going to do to you later," said Santana into Quinn's ear. Her husky voice turned Quinn's mind into mush. How could a person do this to her just by talking? She couldn't help but let out a low, throaty moan. Santana felt a shiver go up her spine. She was so turned on that she had forgotten about her worries with Brittany and keeping her true feelings for Quinn a secret.
Quinn finally managed to unlock the door. Judy was nowhere to be seen.
"Mom?" shouted out Quinn. They waited for a reply but heard nothing. As Quinn turned around, she jumped slightly at the dark, intense eyes that were staring back at her. She gulped.
"Looks like she's not here," Santana growled as she stepped closer and closer to Quinn. "That means… We've got the place to ourselves. I've been waiting all day to… Mrs Fabray! Hi!" Santana jumped back at the shock of seeing Quinn's Mom walking in from the back yard. That was too close. I was about to pounce on her. Quinn tried to regain composure but was failing miserably.
"M-mom… Hi! I just brought Santana home to do some… err.. homework. Yeah." Quinn glanced over to see an amused Santana. She was smirking at the obvious lie.
"Santana! I haven't seen you in so long. How are you? How are your parents?" questioned Judy after giving her a brief hug. Santana looked at Quinn over her shoulder and rolled her eyes.
"I'm fine, thanks. My parents are great. You know, they'd really like it if you came over for coffee or something soon." Santana was beaming at Quinn's Mom and keeping up a conversation about her family and school. She kept glancing over at Quinn and winking as if to say "you're going to have to wait, Horndog. Watching you squirm with frustration is oh so entertaining." Quinn just glared back.
"Tell your Dad congratulations for his new job for me, would you? And I'll definitely stop by next weekend. But I have to run I'm afraid- I've got a meeting. It was so nice to see you again. You should come over more often. Quinnie would love that!"
"Yeah, I'm sure she would." Santana gloated in reply. Quinn was staring daggers at Santana now.
"Bye Quinnie! See you soon Santana!" And with that, Judy was gone. The two girls were left alone. Quinn turned around on her heel and stormed upstairs. Santana laughed and followed her up to her room. The minute the door was closed, Santana found herself pushed hard against it.
"Calm down, Fabray. I thought you'd be happy I get on with your Mom so much. After all, I am sleeping with her daughter." Santana was trying to keep her HBIC act on, but being held against the door like this was making her knees buckle. Quinn ignored Santana and immediately began to suck and bite on her neck.
"I'm mad because you purposely kept me waiting. You've just added fuel to the fire." mumbled Quinn as her hands slipped underneath Santana Cheerio's uniform. Santana squirmed as she felt nails dragging down her stomach.
"Mmm… Well, all the more to… oh god… Fuck me with then," said Santana through gritted teeth. Quinn didn't need to respond. She was already unzipping Santana's top half of her uniform and chucking it on the floor. She momentarily stopped breathing when she saw what bra she was wearing. It was black lace covering metallic silver material and pushed her rack up to create a dark pool of cleavage that Quinn could not wait to run her tongue down.
"Tits got your tongue?" Santana said crudely. Quinn was pulled out of her trance and looked up to an amused but breathless Santana. Quinn blushed but didn't let this stop her. To shut Santana up, she moved her hands to tightly grip her neck and collided their lips together. Their kisses were desperate and frantic as their tongues tried to dominate each others' mouths. They didn't care- the contact was all they needed. Quinn abruptly undid Santana's bra and chucked it far away, hoping she'd never find it again. She kissed, nipped and sucked her way down Santana's neck, collar bone and chest. Just as she was about to taste a hard, awaiting nipple she heard the door slam shut downstairs.
"Quinnie?" yelled her Mom up the stairs. Quinn leapt back away from the door. She could barely breathe. "I just forgot my purse! Bye again!" The girls both listened intently until they heard the door close. The coast was clear after listening for the car engine to start and drive away.
"Oh my God… Can you imagine if she had come up here and…" Quinn was silenced as Santana pushed her backwards into the bed. She straddled her and began to rip off her clothes.
"Shut up, Q and lets me get my mack on." demanded the fierce Latina. The girls were now just in their underwear.
"No. It's my turn." Quinn pushed Santana off of her and swapped their positions around so fast that Santana hadn't realised what happened.
"What the h…" Quinn was now in charge. She had no idea what she was doing but she just went along with what her body was telling her to do. Santana slammed her head against the pillow when she felt a hot, wet tongue run across her hard nipple.
"Fuuuckk!" cursed Santana. Quinn moaned as she felt Santana squirm underneath her and heard her cursing every word under the sun in both English and Spanish. She began to frantically suck the hard nipples in turn. "I need more, baby." Quinn felt her head being pushed down. She couldn't wait to see what was waiting for her underneath those matching black and silver panties. She loved seeing this side to the Latina- desperate for her touch. She needed Quinn to make her feel good and it turned Quinn on to hold all the power over her. She took advantage of this and began to slowly tease Santana by kissing up her thighs and lifting them over her shoulders. Her tongue trailed around the edge of her panties. Quinn's eyes could barely focus when she caught the scent of Santana. She smelt so inviting. I need to taste her. "Fuck, Q! I can't take it!" Santana reached down and tried to take off her own underwear but Quinn grabbed her wrists.
"Patience is a virtue, San." teased Quinn as she slowly ran her fingertip just underneath the hem. She tried to hold a moan in when she felt how wet Santana was for her, but she couldn't.
"Jesus, baby. You're dripping." Santana could barely put a sentence together.
"Fucking… mmm… what are you waiting for then?!" Santana had never been so impatient. Quinn couldn't wait any longer either. Torturing Santana was also having the same effect on her. She ran her tongue up the soaked pussy and stopped just before she reached Santana's swollen clit. She'd never tasted anything to sweet and erotic in all her life.
"Shit, San… You taste so fucking good," groaned Quinn before sucking the awaiting bundle of nerves. Santana almost screamed with a combination of relief and pleasure. Quinn looked up at the writhing body and moaned. She saw Santana holding tightly onto the headboard and she was biting into the pillow. She'd never seen anything so sexy in all her life. As Quinn continued sucking and licking, she reached one of her hands down to slip into her own underwear. She slid her fingertips around her clit with the same motion and speed as her tongue was doing to Santana's. They began to moan and grunt in unison. Santana was getting close- Quinn could tell just by listening to the erratic sounds leaving her mouth. Quinn was close herself and wanted to cum at the same time. So she let go of her tight grip on Santana ass and slid one, slender finger deep inside Santana. This resulted in her hips bucking frantically and more Spanish curses.
"Cum for me, San." growled Quinn. They were the only words that she could muster together.
"Baby, I'm so close. I'm so... Ssshhiitt!" Quinn felt Santana's walls close tightly around her finger which tipped herself over the edge. The noises that were escaping their mouths at that time were so loud that the neighbours could probably hear everything that was going on. Santana had never felt such a high from sex before. She forgot who she was momentarily as she gripped the headboard of Quinn's bed even tighter. As the girls came down from their orgasms they just stayed in the same positions with exhaustion. Quinn's head was resting on Santana's stomach as she tried to catch her breath and Santana had buried her head in the pillow. Neither of them had ever known that orgasms could reach such strengths. Santana was finally able to reassemble her brain and remember how to talk and move. She slowly stroked Quinn's hair.
"Wow… Who knew you'd be so good in the sack, Fabray?" said Santana. She was surprised she had enough energy to come up with a mild, witty insult. Quinn laughed to herself.
"And who knew you'd be such a screamer, San?"
