Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. I don't speak Spanish, either, that's all from Google Translate.
AN: I hope this is up to par with the first part. I got a few requests, both from here and from some friends that read it, to continue, so I guess this is a multi-chap now. Whoo! My first. Anyway, Enjoy!
Quinn woke up the next morning with a slight headache and a warm body draped over her own. Her eyes opened for a second before slamming shut when the brightness of the sun registered in her mind. She hadn't even had that much to drink, and she still had a wicked hangover. When she felt like she wasn't blind anymore, she cracked her eyes and slowly let them adjust to the sun's rays, opening them a little more each time. She turned her head to the left and glanced at Puck's alarm clock. It read two p.m. She groaned and looked at herself, smiling at the sight of a very peaceful, very asleep Santana Lopez. A very naked Santana Lopez.
When it registered with Quinn what she was staring at, she stopped smiling and her brow furrowed. Me and Santana…? She realized that she was also very naked and fell deeper into worry. But I'm not…I mean, I got pregnant! She physically flinched at her inner voice, still not used to thinking about Beth.
Startled by the blonde's twitch, Santana woke up and sensed a disturbance in her friend. Still being half-asleep and not remembering to keep her badass façade up, she snuggled in closer to Quinn and muttered a soft, somewhat hoarse 'Good morning' before dozing against the other girl's chest.
Quinn inhaled sharply at the feel of Santana's breath across her torso. She rolled her eyes at herself when she felt a little heat down in her core, which seemed to make her remember that she was sticky and needed to shower. Try as she might, however, she couldn't get out from under the Latina, so she opted instead to go back to sleep, figuring there wasn't really any harm done, and it had felt good to be intimate with someone.
Santana grinned triumphantly when she felt Quinn's breathing even out a little bit. When she thought the blonde girl was totally dead to the world, she placed a soft, barely there kiss to the corner of her lips before throwing a blanket over them, because if Puckerman comes in here and sees the both of us, naked, and together, he's gonna bust a nut just from the image. The door opened slowly. A mohawked head popped in. Well speak of the devil and he'll appear. Before the boy could even open his mouth, Santana was already gesturing for him to shut his face. He nodded and grinned, making crude hand signals while she flipped him the bird. Once he was gone, Santana looked down at the dreaming blonde and sighed. You need to tell her, Lopez. No, I don't. She'll be glad you told her. No she won't; she'll run and hide; it's what Quinn Fabray does best. You never know until you try. Shut the fuck up, I'll tell her when I know she's not gonna freak out in gay panic mode and run away. Lopez; tell her. Jesus Christ, if it'll shut you up, I'll shout it from the rooftops! You'll thank me later. Yeah, yeah.
Seeming to realize that she was arguing with her conscience and it made her feel like a crazy person, Santana rolled onto her side. She was pleasantly surprised, however, when she felt Quinn turn over, too, and press herself up against the Latina's back. It wasn't a bad feeling, she mused. She just wasn't used to cuddling after sex. And then she remembered; she and Quinn had sex. They had sex. And it was good, if the stickiness between her legs was anything to go by. She grinned. Score one for Lopez. Suck on that, Finnessa. She felt Quinn's arm wrap around her midsection and search for her hand, which she was more than happy to give her.
Quinn wasn't asleep. Yes, her eyes were closed and her breathing was even, but she was as awake as anyone would normally be at two in the afternoon. She thought it felt good, to be close to the girl that never let anyone get past her walls. She knew she should be freaking out right now, and that when she did later, it was going to be ten times worse, but right now, while she was holding her old best friend like this and witnessing the extremely guarded Santana Lopez let all her walls drop? She couldn't bring herself to care.
Ooh, someone's got it bad for Sandbags. Shut up, you're just trying to get a rise out of me. That I am, Blondie, and look at that; it's working! Seriously, leave me alone. She was seriously beginning to get creeped out by her mind's voice; it was always popping up randomly, and it made her feel like she belonged in an asylum or something, but she knew it wasn't the bad type of voices, because it never told her to kill or hurt anyone, it was just her voice of reasoning, and everyone had one. She buried her face in Santana's hair and breathed in deeply, getting a mixed scent of chlorine and peaches. She decided she liked it and inhaled again, tightening her grip on Santana.
Santana shivered when she felt the blonde's grip become a little more restricting. She liked the possessiveness it held within it. She started tracing patterns on Quinn's hand, half hoping she'd wake up. She knew the blonde would flick into panic mode when she was fully awake, but for now, she was determined to keep both of their walls as low as humanly possible; which, with those two, wasn't very low at all.
It was quiet in the room, aside from the sounds of them breathing, for a little longer, before Carlos Santana's 'Black Magic Woman' started blasting from her phone. She sighed and went to get up, but was tugged back down onto the bed.
"Don't go, San." The blonde uttered into Santana's shoulder. She had never heard Quinn speak with that much vulnerability. So she relaxed back into Quinn's arms, wishing she could stay like that forever. The ringing stopped for a few moments before starting back up again. Both girls groaned.
"Q, I have to answer that if you ever want it to shut up," she said. She felt Quinn's arms loosen from around her and she rolled out of the bed, walking to the dresser that her phone was perched on. How the hell did my phone get up here, she mused before picking it up.
"Hello," she grumbled out. She nearly dropped the phone when a loud voice started screaming over the other line.
"Santana Maria, you have some explaining to do!"
"Ma?" She facepalmed. Yes, Ma, you idiot. What other woman would be screaming at you telling you to explain something? Shut up. "Ma, what did I do this time?" She looked over and saw Quinn sitting up, watching her and listening with an amused smile tugging at her lips.
"You know full well what you did! Out after curfew, probably with that Puckerman boy! ¡Dios mío, where are you, Mija?" She could practically feel her irritation flowing off her in waves.
"I'm with Quinn, Ma." Technically, it wasn't a lie; she was with Quinn, just not at Quinn's house. She shook her head at her reasoning, feeling a bit of guilt at having to lie to her mother.
"Oh…OH. Usted y Quinn durmieron juntos?" Santana's eyes widened.
"Ma! Eso es información privada! ¿Por qué lo preguntas? No me lo puedo creer!" Santana turned bright red.
"Porque yo soy tu madre, y que debo saber que mi hija duerme con! Y a juzgar por su reacción, yo diría que la respuesta era sí, niña."
"Ma! Deja de hablar!" She looked back over at Quinn, who had most likely picked up on the topic of conversation and was trying to hold in her laughter.
"¿Estuvo bien? Experimenté un poco cuando yo tenía tu edad, también. Su nombre era- "
"MA! Basta, por favor, te lo ruego!" She finally shouted into the phone.
"Okay, okay, calm down, baby girl, I was just trying to make sure you weren't going to regret it. Hey, why don't you invite Quinn over for dinner, hmm?"
"Ma, I don't think that's a good idea…" There was no way in hell she was inviting the blonde over after the conversation she and her mother had just had. Not happening.
"Nonsense, that girl is coming over for dinner whether I have to drag you both here or not! Put me on speaker, Mija." Santana groaned, but did as she was asked. "Hello, Quinn!"
"Uh, hi, Mrs. Lopez." Quinn stuttered out, not expecting to be addressed directly.
"My family and I were wondering if you would like to come over for dinner tonight." Santana rolled her eyes. Leave it to her mother to drag her into this.
Quinn looked at Santana and noted the embarrassment on her face. Santana was making wild gestures telling her to say no, to decline. She was indecisive about it. On one hand, a home cooked meal would be nice, and she knew she and Santana needed to talk about what happened between them last night. But on the other, she didn't want to push things with Santana, who was in the middle of her own gay panic. She made up her mind and answered the woman waiting patiently on the phone.
"I'd love to, Mrs. Lopez."
Santana's eyes were about to pop out of her head. "Wonderful, dear! Santana, make sure you're home around seven to eat, okay, Mija? You can take me off speaker now." Santana did. "Y por favor, tome esa chica en una cita, por el amor de todas las cosas santas." She rolled her eyes.
"Sí, mamá. ¿Puedo ir ahora? Quinn parece que va a morir a causa de la incomodidad de todo esto." Her mother laughed.
"Yes, fine. Go take her out!" Santana rolled her eyes again and said a quick good-bye to her mother. She turned towards Quinn.
"What the actual fuck, Fabray?" Quinn put on the innocent little girl face.
"What do you mean? I simply accepted your mom's invitation." She couldn't help the slight smirk that was beginning to play at her lips. It disappeared when she noticed Santana stalking towards her, anger, embarrassment, and something else in her eyes. It was that something else that kept Quinn rooted to the spot, until Santana was straddling her, deep brown eyes boring holes into bottomless hazel ones. "Tana…" Quinn said quietly, fingers running gently along the other girl's pelvis. Santana leaned down and pressed her lips lightly against Quinn's, who gripped her hips a little harder in response, trying to deepen the kiss, which Santana was happy to do.
Once she was brave enough, she slipped her tongue into Quinn's mouth, swirling it around. She could feel the blonde mimicking her actions. She broke the kiss to get rid of the blanket that was the only barrier between their still naked bodies. Once it was gone, she settled herself on top of Quinn again, this time the two melding into each other. Each put more passion than they knew they were capable of in that kiss, and it surprised the both of them, fueling them to keep going.
No longer able to contain herself, Quinn rolled her hips up into Santana's, mewling for more contact. The Latina, who was massaging Quinn's breasts, smirked. She broke the kiss and moved down to her neck, nibbling and sucking until she left her mark. Mine, she thought before moving down towards Quinn's cleavage. She took a nipple in her mouth, biting down roughly before soothing it with her tongue. Quinn's hands tangled in her hair.
Moving lower, Santana peppered kissed all over the blonde's abdomen, grinning as she felt Quinn's muscles twitching under her touch. She dipped her tongue into Quinn's belly button a few times, feeling heat travel to her own core as she listened to Quinn beg and moan for more. She obliged, stationing herself between the blonde's legs.
Quinn moaned as Santana ran her tongue up her slit and back down. She didn't know when the last time she was turned on like that was. Last night, idiot. Oh yeah. Durr. "San…Please…" She rolled her hips into Santana's face, purring in pleasure when she felt the tip of Santana's tongue tracing light circles around her clit.
The Latina felt herself getting wetter and wetter as she tasted Quinn. God, she tastes so good, was the only thing her conscience had to say at that moment. She teased the blonde's clit a little longer before sucking it into her mouth and biting down gently. Hearing Quinn squeal in response prompted her to bite down harder and suck on it, the squeal quickly turning into a scream. She kept that up while she circled Quinn's entrance with her middle finger. The blonde bucked her hips and Santana quickly thrusted into her, pausing with all her ministrations so that she could adjust.
Once she had, she began running her fingers through Santana's hair, giving her permission to continue. She felt the pace start out slow as Santana moved inside her, but she was gaining speed, and Quinn couldn't help but start to move with her. She felt herself approaching her climax, and started moving more erratically. Noticing this, Santana started to be a little rougher on her clit, and soon enough she was screaming Santana's name while he walls clamped down around the darker haired girl's hand.
Once she had ridden out her orgasm, Santana pulled her fingers out and lapped up the juices still dripping out of Quinn's center before licking her fingers clean. Deciding that getting herself off could wait, she crawled back up the bed, kissing the panting blonde again before getting up and heading towards Puck's shower.
Spanish to English:
Usted y Quinn durmieron juntos? = You and Quinn slept together?
Eso es información privada! ¿Por qué lo preguntas? No me lo puedo creer! = That is private information! Why you ask? I cannot believe it!
Porque yo soy tu madre, y que debo saber que mi hija duerme con! Y a juzgar por su reacción, yo diría que la respuesta era sí, niña. = Because I am your mother, and i should know who my daughter sleeps with! And judging by your reaction, I'd say the answer was yes, little girl.
Deja de hablar! = Stop talking!
¿Estuvo bien? Experimenté un poco cuando yo tenía tu edad, también. Su nombre era- = Was it good? I experimented a bit when i was your age, too. Her name was-
Basta, por favor, te lo ruego! = Just, please, I beg you!
Y por favor, tome esa chica en una cita, por el amor de todas las cosas santas. = And please, take this girl on a date, for the love of all things holy.
Sí, mamá. ¿Puedo ir ahora? Quinn parece que va a morir a causa de la incomodidad de todo esto. = Yes, Ma. Can I go now? Quinn looks like she's going to die from the awkwardness of this all.