Hello everyone! Sorry about the short length of the chapter- I've been working a lot lately. I hope you like it- tiny cracks are beginning to show in this chapter so for those of you who like a bit of angst should definitely keep following this story for future chapters. And for those of you who don't- you should keep reading anyway as you never know the outcome of the story at the end, who knows? You might like it. Anyway, I'm off on vacation to Greece for a week so I won't be updating for a short while but I promise that when I'm lounging by the pool or on the beach, I'll be scribbling down a rough chapter or two to type up when I get home. Thanks for reading!
I DO NOT OWN GLEE!
For a while, the two girls just cuddled naked together in Quinn's bed- Quinn's head resting on Santana's chest with her right arm draped over the tight, toned stomach. Santana's strong fingers were sliding through Quinn's soft hair, her nails softly grazing against her head. Quinn looked up at her girlfriend.
"What are you smiling from ear to ear for?" teased Quinn. She reached up and stroked Santana's cheek.
"Hmm… Well it might have something to do with post-sex glow," replied Santana moving her eyes awkwardly away from Quinn's. Her cheeks flushed. Quinn felt a sudden rush of affection at Santana's sudden shyness. She smothered Santana with kisses before returning back to her chest.
"So I was okay then?" Quinn had been worried about her performance from the minute they first got together. It's a well-known fact that Santana knows what she's doing when it comes to the bedroom, so Quinn had a lot to live up to. Santana sighed heavily. Oh no… that's not a good sign.
"Baby… I'm going to be brutally honest here, is that okay?" asked Santana as she caressed Quinn's neck. Quinn gulped.
"Well you're usually brutally honest anyway, so go ahead." replied Quinn reluctantly. There was a long pause.
"Nobody has ever made me feel like that before, Q. In a good way I mean," mumbled Santana. Quinn's eyes shot open. Was she hearing this right? She decided to stay quiet. Like she hoped, Santana continued. "It was amazing. Like… seriously. You were amazing. You are amazing, Quinn. Oh Jesus… I'm babbling. I'm sorry." Quinn giggled quietly- trying not to let Santana hear. But she did.
"Don't laugh at me! And people wonder why I don't talk about my feelings!?" retaliated the Latina as she pushed Quinn off her. Quinn knew she wasn't really angry because she could see the edge of Santana's lips slowly twitching into what might be classed as a very, very small smile.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh… I'm just shocked that I've managed to tame your heart. Don't be mad at me…" said Quinn as she climbed back onto Santana's warm, caramel body. She left gentle kisses all around Santana's jaw and lips. "Give in, I know you want to kiss me," added Quinn as she forcefully uncrossed Santana's arms and moved them to rest on her waist. Santana remained still. "Sure you don't want to touch me? Even when I do this?" she added as she ran her tongue down Santana's salty neck. When she felt the Latina twitch slightly, she knew she'd found a sensitive spot. She nipped the spot gently between her teeth and sucked. Quinn smiled to herself when she heard a small moan escape from Santana's mouth. Victory was eventually hers when she felt long fingers gripping tightly onto her back- nails digging in. "I knew you'd give in, San. You can't take it when I tease you."
"Mmm… I'm still… ohh… mad at you for…." Santana was mumbling between heavy breaths and throaty moans. Quinn's hands had descended down to play with Santana's nipples that were hard and ready to be tasted.
"For what?"
"Fuck… mmm… I've forgotten. That feels so good. Damn…" Santana began to writhe underneath Quinn as she was rapidly becoming dripping wet again. Until they heard the door shut and heels making their way upstairs.
"Shit!" hissed Quinn as she leapt away from Santana. She wrapped a sheet around herself. Santana looked horrified. What the hell were they supposed to do?! She looked at Quinn for some kind of idea. "Quick! In my bathroom!" Santana ran into Quinn's en suite bathroom after picking up all of her clothes and grabbed the nearest towel to cover herself. Quinn followed her in, slammed the door shut and turned on the shower. Quinn pushed Santana against the door and put her finger against her lips. "Don't say a word," whispered Quinn. They both listened to Judy opening Quinn's door.
"Quinn honey, where are you?"
"I'm in the shower, Mom!" yelled Quinn through the noise of the running water. Santana was smirking against Quinn's finger.
"Yeah, sure ya are." she teased, quietly.
"Ssh!" hissed Quinn.
"Did Santana go home?" questioned Judy. Quinn just wished she'd go away.
"Uh, yeah! She did! It's just me now. I'll be out in a minute!"
"Oh that's a shame." Shouted Judy through the door. Quinn waited a good minute or two before taking her finger off of Santana's mouth. She turned off the shower and slowly opened the door. The coast was clear. She let out a huge sigh of relief.
"That was too close, San. Too close." Santana walked up to Quinn and took her hands before kissing her gently on the lips.
"I thought it was kinda… hot. So close to being caught yet your body was still pushed up against mine," Santana's light hearted attitude towards the whole situation made Quinn feel a lot more relaxed. "Just relax, Q. It won't happen again. Until we're ready to come out to our parents, no more funny business when they're in the house." decided Santana. Quinn immediately tensed.
"Coming out?" she squeaked.
"Well yeah… If you're serious about this, we will need to eventually," continued Santana, her eyebrow furrowed with concern. Quinn just nodded her head nervously. "We can't sneak around forever, Quinn. You have to be realistic," Quinn was horrified with the sudden reality bursting her happy little bubble. Santana tapped her foot as she waited for a reply. I've said too much. It's too early to even discuss coming out. But what if she never wants to? I can't go through life living a lie and watching Quinn pretend to be single.
"But we're happy now, right? People knowing will just ruin that. You saw what they did to Kurt, didn't you? I can't take anymore glares as I walk down the hall like when I was pregnant with Beth. And I don't know how my Mom will take the news- I can't get kicked out again. I just can't," Santana twiddled with her thumbs and looked down at the floor awkwardly as she realised that she would have to be patient with Quinn. "So… I think we should just keep it to ourselves. Just for now, okay?" said Quinn as she smiled and wrapped her arms around Santana. She knew Santana didn't strictly agree with her- they both wanted different things, but she had to try and make light of the situation. Santana loosely hugged Quinn back.
"Yeah… for now." she mumbled as her mind went mad with worry and disappointment.
