This is my first Quinntana fic so be easy on me. I love the idea of these two as a couple and thought why not give it a shot. Sorry if there are any spelling errors, I am only human, and make them a lot.
I do not own glee, just this story idea.
Summer was drawing to a close and freshman year was fast approaching. Both Santana and Quinn were at Quinn's house prepping for the Cheerio's tryout. If you lived in Lima long enough, you knew that to be considered teen royalty you either had to be a Cheerio or a jock, everyone else fell by the wayside. Both Quinn and Santana had heard of the many horror stories about Coach Sylvester. It was no surprise that to even sign up for tryouts the two had to camp out for four days, but they were prepared. They were not going to coast through their high school careers being dubbed Lima losers; they were going to rule McKinley.
Quinn was standing in front of her vanity adjusting her ponytail. She had heard from someone that if it is not perfect, Coach would shave your head entirely, or just cut off you pony if she liked you that day. Quinn was sure that these were just stories but she didn't want to leave anything to chance. Quinn wore a white singlet tank top and red spandex short shorts. She wanted to sport the school colours in hopes that it would make her stand out to the Coach.
Only minutes later Santana walked out of the bathroom. She wore a black singlet, which Quinn thought it was outrageous because Lima summers were always so hot, and hot pink short shorts. Even though Quinn wouldn't have gone with a black tank top, Quinn couldn't ignore the fact that Santana looked good. Really good.
"Are you just going to stand there all day ogling my Q, or are we going to go anytime soon."
Quinn scolded herself for staring. She knew it was wrong to have these kinds of feelings, especially for one of her best friends, one of her very female friends, but she couldn't help herself. She knew having these feelings for Santana were completely against her beliefs, but she could deny the strong attraction. Her tanned Latina skin, her extremely short shorts, her black tank top which when she was fixing her pony exposed her mid drift, and her long slender neck that was left completely exposed to the blonde. It took everything in Quinn's power not to just walk up to the Latina and kiss the exposed skin.
"Quinn? Hello, earth to blondie, you still with me?"
"Oh, yeah sorry, just thought I saw a fly away. Don't want Coach to shave your head."
"You really believe in all of those phony horror stories? Whatever, she can try and shave this hair if she wants but we both know most of it isn't mine anyways."
Quinn couldn't help but laugh at the Latina. Santana never failed to make light of any situation. No matter the situation she could find a way to joke about it. The girl could make a funeral party burst into laughter if she really wanted to.
"Very true, and no I don't fully believe them, but it better to be safe than sorry," Quinn picked up her gym bag and turned to Santana "Let's move it S, unless you prefer to run there, I know how poor you must be from growing up in Lima Heights Adjacent." Quinn stifled a laugh before feeling the slight wrath of the Latina.
"Okay Q, you and I both know that Lima Heights is not the hood but it is where the upper class live. My dad is a doctor Q, you and I both know I only use that Lima Heights Adjacent act to scare the shit out of everyone. So far no one has been smart enough to realize that so I'd like to keep a low profile if you don't mind."
"Fine by me, but if you don't move your ass any time soon, Your Lima Heights act won't matter because your street credibility won't be able save us when we become the bottom feeders of McKinley."
Quinn turned swiftly and exited her room. She was halfway down the stairs when she began to here to approaching stomp of Santana's heavy feet.
"Slow your ass down Q, I'm coming."
"You know if you plan on being a Cheerio I would stop stomping like a damn elephant. Maybe she will put you on the bottom of the pyramid and you can use your huge elephant feet to support everyone."
"Shut up Q, and you and I both know I am so a top."
Quinn stopped dead in her tracks as Santana moved swiftly past her. The blonde knew the Latina was playing with her at this point. There was no denying that Quinn had a thing for the Latina, and it wasn't like Quinn was particularly good with her leering, but the Latina always felt the need to hold it against Quinn; to use it to her advantage.
"I know my ass looks great today Q, but you really need to hurry up, we are going to be late. I promise you can get a good look at tryouts, when I'm bending, flexing and you know it's so hot I'll be all sweaty an-"
"Don't flatter yourself Santana. I was just making sure your huge ass can even fit in my Jeep."
It was a lie, a total lie, but Quinn had to distract herself. Her mind was wandering off to a dangerous place, and if she stayed there any longer, she was sure she would have had to run upstairs and change her shorts. Santana was looking at the blonde with a satisfied smirk before turning and heading towards Quinn's Jeep. It only took Quinn a few more moments to regain her composure before heading towards the driver's side of the car. She jumped in to find Santana rifling through her CD collection.
"S, what are you doing? We are only five minutes from the school, why don't we just listen to the radio."
"Because Q, radio music is crap."
"How very hipster of you. Is today's music a little too mainstream for you?" Quinn broke into a wide grin.
"Very funny Q, and this is also not just for the drive to the tryout, but it will also set the mood for after the tryout."
"I know you have a thing for me Lopez, but if you wanted to screw me, we could wait until we got to your house." Quinn quirked an eyebrow and could help the beaming smile that stretched across her face. Sure Santana was the one who usually played with the blonde but it was always fun to get the Latina back.
"Very funny Q, this music is going to set the mood for after the tryouts. If we make it, we will play happy ass club music and go driving around Lima and if we don't, we got some sad music to ball our eyes out to as we eat burgers in an abandoned parking lot."
Quinn couldn't help but laugh at the Latina. The blonde never really understood where Santana got some of her ideas but she just let it go. Often times the Latina was off on her own planet and never really paid attention to most people. Quinn found it adorable but would never tell the Latina in fear of getting her ass kicked.
"Dammit Q, you do realize that this is 2012 right?"
"I am well aware, Santana."
"Then how about we update our music once and awhile? I don't even think there is a CD in here that from even the 90's. I think the most up to date CD I've seen was the B-52's one. I am not about to be jamming out to Rock Lobster."
"Well it could really set the mood for the love shack." Quinn sent a wink over to the angered Latina. Even though Santana appeared to be quite pissed, she still managed to crack a smile.
"Whatever Q, where is the real music?"
"My IPod is in the glove box just find songs on there. I don't really buy CD's anymore S I mean this is the year 2012 and all."
Quinn mocked the Latina before starting the car. For the meantime, the two just settled for the music on the radio. As club hits blasted through the speakers, the two fell into a comfortable silence. One would occasionally hum or sing along to the lyrics, mostly Santana, but that was the only sound that came from either of them. McKinley high school was not far from Quinn's house. In fact nothing in Lima was ever too far away. Even to get to the other side of town the most time it would take you would have been around 30 minutes.
Quinn pulled into a vacant spot in the McKinley lot. The nerves of the approaching tryout were really starting to set in with the blonde. Quinn slowly turned to face Santana and saw the same fear spread across her face.
"You know S, we don't have to do this. We could do it, be bottom feeders at this school. We could change the way the system works."
"There is always that chance Q, but you know that won't happen. It's not like this is anything new; Cheerios rule McKinley. If we become bottom feeders, we will be forced to join the Glee Club. Do you know what happens to the Glee Club Quinn? They get slushied on a daily basis. Do you know how hard it is to get that crap out of my weave; No me gusta."
Quinn couldn't help but crack a small smile before continuing, "But you love to sing Santana, and you are an amazing singer to, what is wrong with Glee Club?"
"Did you not just hear about the slushies, Q? Look I know I love singing, and I am fucking great at it, but that is not going to get us to the top of the social ladder. It is a shark tank in there Q and if we are going to survive these four years, it is much easier doing it as a Cheerio than it is being in Glee Club."
Quinn knew Santana was right, she wished she wasn't, but this was High School. High School was a small glimpse into the real world. Who you became right now, at this moment, is how people would define you for the next four years. If they left this parking lot right now, left the chance at being a Cheerio, there was no doubt in Quinn's mind that they would be slushied on a daily basis.
Santana looked to Quinn and could see all the fear in the different possibilities pass over her face. Quinn was scared. The blonde had a right to be scared, High School sucks for the most part, but it is something you have to suffer through. The only thing that makes this place bearable is having popularity and friends. Those two things would be enough to push them through these four years; wearing that cheerleading uniform was going to get them places at this school. Santana reached over and grabbed Quinn's hand causing the blonde to look over. The Latina gave it a light squeeze before speaking.
"I know you're scared Quinn, so am I, but we can do this. We can make through these four years together. It will just be a lot easier with those uniforms. Besides, I know me and you will look smoking. Think of all the football guys that will be drooling over us."
Quinn let out a small laugh before her face dropped. The thing is Quinn liked Santana, really liked her, but at the end of the day Santana was straight. They could tease each other and mess around but at the end of the day Santana was going to date someone like Puck.
Puck was in their year but he was going to be on the Titan's football team. The football team was probably the worst in all of Ohio, so it wasn't exactly hard to make the team, but he was going to be their starting wide receiver in the fall. Puck was a stud in every sense. He had the looks, the Mohawk, the bad boy charm and could get any girl he wanted. Quinn knew that Santana liked him, of course she said it was all for status, but it wasn't hard to tell. Hell Quinn may have been the mayor of gay town, but she still found the boy attractive.
Quinn let go of the thoughts before looking back at Santana. She could tell by the expression on the Latina face that she wasn't doing a great job at keeping her emotions in check. She simply squeezed Santana's hand back, flashed a smile and exited the car. Santana still remained in her seat without moving. Quinn turned to look at the Latina in the passenger seat. Santana had this look on her face but it was hard to tell what it was. Truthfully Quinn didn't want to find out what it was. Santana could be a mystery and sometimes it was best not to figure it out.
"Are you coming S? You would get a better view of the football team and Puck if you actually made it to the field."
Quinn's voice seemed to be more sharp and bitter at the mention of the football team and Puck. She didn't mean to sound, well jealous, but it's like she couldn't stop herself. It really wasn't in her place to be jealous of Puck and the team, it's not like Santana was hers in the first place, but her voice still held the bitterness.
Santana held the same look for another moment. After the moment she broke into a smile but it didn't quite reach her eyes. That was new for the blonde. Usually Santana's smiles had purpose, she was teasing you or laughing at something funny, but her emotion usually poured through her eyes. It seemed like the smile was forced for Quinn's benefit, but why?
Santana leapt out of the car and grabbed her gym bag. She walked past the blonde quickly without saying a word. She still had the look on her face. Was it disappointment? Sympathy? Quinn really didn't have time to figure out Santana today. She didn't realize she was still standing there until Santana called over her shoulder.
"Move your ass, Q. Coach won't wait all day for you." Santana mouth fell into a smirk that reached her eyes. Whatever was on her mind had quickly dissipated and Quinn was relieved for that. The last thing she needed was things to be awkward between them for the rest of the day. After tryouts, the two were sleeping over at Santana's to either cry over not making the team or to celebrate with a few drinks if they did. The night would have been awkward if Santana continued to act the way she was in Quinn's car.
"I'm coming S, calm yourself."
"Oh baby, save the dirty talk for tonight." Santana winked and headed towards the field. Quinn couldn't help but break into a wide grin.
The two walked towards the field only to be met with almost fifty other girls and about 25 guys. Quinn and Santana were at least a half hour early, hoping to make a good impression, but judging by the amount of tents and sleeping bags, they weren't the only ones with the same idea. Looking out into the sea of people it was easy to tell that Quinn wasn't going to stand out. Everyone had somehow incorporated red and white into their tryout wardrobe.
"Shit everyone is in red and white."
"Did you really think that was going to make you stand out Q?"
"I thought it was worth a shot. Obviously I wasn't the only one to think that."
"Now you understand why I wore black and pink, it clashes with the school colours. In the sea of the ordinary I will look extraordinary."
Quinn couldn't help but chuckle at how ridiculous Santana was being.
"Yeah well while you are basking in your own love fest, what the hell am I going to do?"
"I knew this would happen and that is why I am here to save your ass."
Santana placed her gym bag on the ground. She opened the zip and looked around the bag for a moment before pulling out another black tank top. She re zipped the bag and hoisted in on her shoulder before handing the tank top to the blonde.
"Here you go. You are lucky I was looking out for you."
"So much for you standing out, if I put this on we will look almost identical."
"Look Q, the colours of this school is red, white and black. People weren't thinking about that. We will both stand out while representing the school. It will appear that we have more authority. Beside if this Coach is as villainous as they say, the black will be more appealing to her."
Quinn smiled at the Latina before saying a thank you. She quickly looked around before heading behind the bleachers to slip into the new tank stop. Quinn could tell this was not her own shirt but it was in fact Santana's. Santana was slightly short than her so the tank barely covered her mid drift. The tank also smelled of Santana. It was the smell of spices and vanilla; Quinn loved the smell.
Quinn moved from behind the bleachers to make her way over to Santana. As she stood beside the tanned Latina, the blonde could feel eyes grazing over her body. Quinn turned to meet the Latina's gaze before Santana broke into a smirk.
"Can I help you with anything Santana?"
"Nothing at all blondie, I was just hoping the shirt would be shorter, it's a shame really."
Quinn couldn't help the blush that crept to her cheeks. She knew she should let the brunette's words affect her, it was obvious that the Latina was straight, but the blonde couldn't help but dream. She would let herself silently think that Santana meant those words to hide away from the reality that the brunette was just playing with Quinn.
Quinn looked away when she heard the loud voice over the megaphone. She looked up to see a woman, most likely in her fifties, with blonde, short cropped hair. She wore a baby blue track suit with matching sneakers. Her face that was painted with minimal makeup seemed to hold a permanent scowl. Quinn could already tell just by looking at the Coach that this was going to be a rough day.
"Alright losers, my name is Coach Sue Sylvester, for any of you who just made eye contact with me grab your bags and leave the field right now."
Some people were grabbing their bags and leaving the field, Quinn assuming that these people were older than freshman. The rest looked stunned and were hesitant to move. They were trying to gage whether or not the Coach was actually joking or not. Quinn and Santana happened to know that the Coach wasn't kidding. It was at this point that Quinn couldn't have been happier to have an older sister who was captain for the Cheerios during her four years at McKinley. Quinn's thoughts were interrupted by the Coach yelling through the megaphone.
"Did I stutter? I told you to leave!"
The rest of the people quickly grabbed their gym bags, tents and sleeping bags and quickly vacated the field. Some were even weak enough to flee in tears. Quinn knew it was never good to cry in front of the Coach. A few years ago in Franny's junior year, she broke a bone in her wrist while doing a lift. She had to go through practice with a smile plastered on her face so she didn't get kicked off. Quinn remembered her removing her cast before her next practice so Coach didn't notice, her wrist had been screwed up ever since.
"Alright ladies and gays, welcome to Cheerio tryouts. I wanted to hire illegal immigrants to be on the team while they did my house and yard work for no pay but apparently it was against school policy and some federal laws, so sadly I am now stuck with you."
Everyone in the group turned to look at each other. Even Quinn and Santana had to glance at each other after that statement. Coach Sue was definitely outside of the box, but she created champions, and that is more than could be said for the other McKinley teams.
"This is how it is going to go down, tryouts run for three hours. If you stop, puke, complain, sweat, speak, make eye contact with me or even flinch out on that field so help me god I will not be afraid to beat you as they beat me while I lived in the Congo."
Quinn knew from her sister that most of these statements weren't actually true, the Congo bit, but that rest was very plausible. You had to maintain perfection on the field to have Coach Sue even glance your way. Today was going to be long and grueling but the reward will be worth it.
The three hours had gone by and both Quinn and Santana had never felt more exhausted. The group that was one at the capacity of nearly 75 people was now down to at most 30. People had let in tears, left to go puke in the nearby port-a-potty or they had to drop out due to injury. Quinn and Santana were gathering their things when they heard footsteps behind them.
"You're Fabray right?"
"Yes Coach."
Coach Sue gave her a once over. It was not hard to tell that she was related to Franny, the two could have been twins if they were born in the same year. Coach moved her gaze from Quinn over to Santana.
"Who are you?"
"Santana Lopez."
"Are you one of the immigrants I hired?"
"I was born in Ohio."
"Damn I needed someone to trim my bushes."
Coach went silent for a minute and Quinn knew it was taking a lot of strength from Santana not to laugh at the Coach's comment. Santana had such a dirty mind sometimes in was almost embarrassing.
"I know you two are only freshmen and cannot be captains, but I will keep an eye on you two for junior year. I liked what I saw out there, and your sister was a great captain Fabray. I hope you two will be good allies."
"Yes Coach" both Santana and Quinn said in unison.
"Alright hit the showers, I can smell the pathetic rising off of you two."
Quinn and Santana both gave one nod before grabbing their bags and retreating to Quinn's Jeep. They waited until they got inside before they started their celebration. Not only did they make the Cheerios, but they were both being considered captains for the next year.
"Holy shit Q, you heard that right, captains? I can't believe this is happening."
"We're not only going to be teen royalty, but we will rule McKinley."
"Well I say after our much needed showers, we head over to Breadstix and enjoy their amazing breadsticks before we are no longer allowed carbs."
Quinn laughed and nodded towards the Latina. She never really cared for Breadstix, and the restaurant always ordered their breadsticks from the back of a truck frozen, but the restaurant was Santana's favourite, so Quinn was willing to make sacrifices. They blasted some more club music and sang at the top of their lungs. Today would not be the day they sat in a parking lot crying and eating burgers.
Quinn pulled into her driveway before grabbing hers and Santana's gym bags from the back seat. She was thankful that her mother had one of her Christian group meetings today so she and Santana could move fluidly in and out of her house without getting the fifth degree of questions fired at them. The two moved into Quinn's room, which thankfully had an ensuite bathroom, and proceeded to drop their bags on the floor. They made their way over to Quinn's bed before flopping down on the mattress.
"I swear I will be sore for a month but it was totally worth it."
"I am sure the longer we are on the team, the less painful it will be. I mean Franny did it and so can we."
"Yeah but your sister had a smoking bod though, this kind of stuff was nothing for her."
"Did you say my sister was hot?" Quinn turned her head to face the Latina who was looking at her with a smirk.
"Guess it runs in the family, Q. I mean your sister's hot, your hot and even your mom is a total milf."
"Okay just eww Santana, way too much information on that subject."
"Hey you asked blondie, I am just being honest."
The brunette dropped her smirk and instead smiled at the blonde; Quinn couldn't help but return it. Quinn stretched her limbs and got up off the bed and walked towards her closet. She went to the back shelf of the walk in closet and pulled out two fresh towels for Santana. Quinn exited the closet to see Santana perched on the edge of her bed with a smirk on her face.
"What is it now Santana?"
"Well it's just I am proud of you."
"Proud of me for what?"
"Well you finally came out of the closet. I've just been waiting for this day for so long."
The Latina burst into a fit of laughter and Quinn threw the two towels at the brunette. She tried to keep an angered expression but it quickly faltered and she broke into a smile and joined the laughing Latina.
"Haha, very funny Lopez, just go take a damn shower."
Santana leapt off the bed, snatching up the two towels and breezed off to the bathroom all while still laughing. As the bathroom door closed, Quinn got out her overnight bag and began packing to stay over at Santana's. It was always a tradition between the two, the last few weeks of summer, they would alternate between whose house they would stay at. This week was Santana's and now they had even more reason to celebrate.
Quinn finished placing her pyjamas in the bag before she realized she needed to grab toiletries from the bathroom. She approached the door and hesitantly placed a soft knock, "Santana?" There was no response so Quinn proceeded to knock harder, "Santana, are you decent? I'm coming in."
"Sure thing blondie."
Quinn opened the door slowly hoping that the Latina wasn't playing games with her. Quinn was relieved to find the shower still running and the glass shower door still closed with Santana behind it. Quinn walked over to the sink and began to grab her toothbrush, tooth paste, face wash and her makeup bag. This took longer than it normally did because every few seconds Quinn would steal a glance at Santana's silhouette. Quinn slipped into a long period of staring before a voice broke through her thoughts.
"Are you done out there Q because I am coming out."
Quinn tried her best to form a sentence to let the Latina know she was still in the bathroom but her voice was failing her in this moment. She tried to turn for the door only to catch the Latina exited the shower. Her naked body was covered in a light sheen of water and her wet hair was splayed over her right shoulder. Quinn's breath hitched at the sight and her feet became planted in the ground. Santana looked up slightly stunned to find Quinn still in the bathroom but her shocked face was quickly replaced with a sly smirk.
"Like what you see, Q?"
"Umm...n-no..I was just..um l-leaving."
"You okay there stutters?"
"I'm fine." Quinn replied a little sharply.
"Alrightly then, Oh by the way, I am sure the shower is nice and cold for you. Try not to be too long."
Santana held her smirk as she walked right past the blonde almost forgetting the two towels. She subtly brushed her arm by Quinn's before turning to look at Quinn's face.
"Oh sorry, I really need to pay attention to where I am walking," The Latina leant forward closer to Quinn before reaching behind the blonde to grab the two towels that were sitting on the bathroom counter, "Don't want to forget these, it is a little chilled in your house and hard nipples is just not I look I can pull off." The Latina smirked once more before exiting the bathroom again.
Quinn closed the door slowly before leaning her back against it. She had to take a moment to catch her breath. It took a lot of effort to not want to jump the Latina right there and then. Santana was right; Quinn definitely needed a cold shower to stop the painful throbbing between her legs.
Quinn tried to hurry her shower as quickly as humanly possible to try and not receive more ridicule from Santana. She quickly got out of the shower and towel dried her body and hair. She slipped into a baggy t-shirt and some boy shorts before running a brush through her long blonde hair. She slowly approached the bathroom door hoping Santana had found some clothes while she was in the shower. She opened the door wide and was relieved to see Santana lying on her bed reading a magazine.
"Wow quick shower, Quinn. I kind of thought you were a girl that would last longer." Quinn didn't have to look at the Latina to know there was a Cheshire cat grin on her face.
"Whatever, Santana, save it for your wet dreams."
"Oh don't worry baby girl I will," Santana replied as she sent a wink towards Quinn.
Quinn quickly dried and straightened her hair. She slipped off into the bathroom to pull on a pair of skinny jeans and a loose v-neck tee. She exited the bathroom and slipped on a pair of converse before grabbing her overnight bag off the ground.
"Come on, S let's move that ass of yours."
Santana got up from Quinn's bed. While Quinn was in the shower, Santana had changed into a pair of daisy dukes and a loose gray tank top where you could see her lacy black bra peeking out from the large arm holes and the back. As she rose up from the bed, she slipped on a pair of aviator sunglasses before making her way past Quinn.
"It is kind of hard to drive your car Q, when you don't have the keys. So may I make a suggestion? Stop staring at my ass and start moving yours."
Quinn huffed a breath of complaint before following the Latina to Quinn's Jeep. Once inside she started the car and put her IPod on shuffle and continued to back out of the driveway. The drive no longer had that comfortable silence. The once comfortable silence had been replaced with an awkward tension, mostly from Quinn's end. Santana seemed content in bobbing her head along to the music, but Quinn felt the need to break the silence.
"I'm sorry about earlier."
"About what earlier?"
"The bathroom thing, I was just thinking about something."
"Yeah, my naked body," Santana smirked.
"N-no that wasn't it...look I am sorry okay."
"Quinn, you don't need to apologize, it's cool. We are going to be sharing a locker room for the next four years so you better get used to it."
"I just don't want things getting weird or awkward between us."
"Listen Quinn, it's only awkward if you make it. Look I am sorry for teasing you earlier okay. I get it now, you are not a muff muncher you're a cock cruncher." Santana laughed slightly and Quinn couldn't help but join her.
"Do you really have to be so vulgar about everything?"
"It's part of my charm."
The two continued their conversation, as they picked up their food from Breadstix, and started to make their way to Santana's. Santana lived in Lima Heights so it was no surprised the girl basically lived in a mansion. Her father was a neurosurgeon at Lima Medical and her mother was one of the most sought out lawyers in all of Ohio. Needless to say she lived the life. Due to her parents jobs it meant that the Latina was home alone most of the time. This allowed for the two to drink, have parties and to do almost anything they wanted within reason; it was a good deal.
Quinn parked her Jeep in the Lopez driveway, grabbed her overnight bag from the back seat, as Santana grabbed the food, and the two headed for Santana's front door. When they were inside, the Latina quickly moved into the living room to grab a stack of DVDs to take up to her room. Santana's room was large to say the least. Quinn could easily fit two of her bedrooms into Santana's one. The walls were painted black and she had black furniture and a black bed spread. Her walk in closet was to the left of her bed and the size of that could have made a second bedroom if she didn't have so many damn clothes. Here ensuite bathroom had his and hers sinks, a Jacuzzi bath, a shower that you could probably fit seven people in there and the toilet was in a separate room within the bathroom. No matter how many times Quinn came to her house, it always surprised her.
Quinn set her bag down and the two changed into sweats to get ready for a much needed movie marathon. Quinn laid down on the brunette's bed while Santana put in the first Bring it On movie. In her room alone Santana had very game system, a Blu-ray player, a DVD player and a 60 inch television. Quinn and Santana huddled close on the brunette's bed as they watched the entire Bring it On series. They thought it was fitting that since they made the Cheerios that they should brush up on their cheerleading cinema.
"I didn't think it was possible to have that many Bring it On movies."
"Yeah but they're all so good though, even the crappy straight to DVD ones."
Santana got up from the bed to take the disk out of the DVD player and put it back in its case. She then picked up a movie before a smirk was growing on her face.
"Hey Q, how about we watch prom night? I mean if we are ruling the school we should know all about prom right?"
The blonde looked at Santana skeptically. Quinn was not one for horror movies, and the Latina knew this. Most of the time they avoided them all together, but sometimes the Latina liked to play with the blonde.
"I am not watching a horror movie Santana."
"It's not a horror movie, it is that crappy Disney one, remember from the commercials?."
"You promise it's not a horror movie?"
"Don't you worry you pretty little head blondie."
Santana placed the disk in the machine before walking back over to the bed. The night air cooled the room considerably so Santana ushered Quinn to join her under the large duvet. It didn't take too long for Quinn to realize that she in fact had been tricked once more.
"You ass, you said this wasn't a horror movie!" Quinn was yelling at the brunette as she buried her face in the brunette's shoulder.
"Oops, I guess I mixed up the movies, my bad," the Latina said in a mocking tone.
Quinn removed her head from the Latina's shoulder before she started lightly punching her in the arm. The two then began rolling around on Santana's bed while play fighting. They tried to stay angry with one another but they broke into a fit of laughter. They stopped when Santana had successfully pinned Quinn beneath her, their faces only inches apart.
"You tricked my Lopez," Quinn whispered.
"Yeah I did," Santana replied.
"Are you going to apologize?"
"No, but I know how to make you feel better."
"And how are you going to go tha-"
Quinn was cut off by Santana's lips on hers. It took a moment but the blonde started to kiss her back. What initially started off as something chaste quickly progressed. Quinn quickly flipped the two so Santana was now pinned beneath her. Quinn ran her tongue along the Latina's lips before being granted access and slipping her tongue into the brunette's mouth. Their two tongues danced along each others as they were trying to remember each detail. The two were lost in each other for lengthy minutes before pulling away. Quinn looked down at Santana before backing away quickly.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry Santana."
"Quinn, what are you talking about? It's okay."
"No, no it's not, you are so straight and you like Puck.."
"Quinn, really that's not-"
"I got to go."
Quinn quickly got up off the bed and grabbed her overnight bag. She didn't bother listening to Santana's protests as she was already embarrassed enough. She got way too carried away, sure the two had kissed before at parties, but it was never like that. This was way more intimate, something shared between two people who loved each other, and Santana didn't love Quinn like that.
Quinn quickly ran down the stairs and into her Jeep ignoring the fact that Santana was running after her. She climbed in the driver's seat and tore out of the Lopez driveway leaving Santana in her open doorway.
"You got it wrong Q, I don't like Puck; I like you."
A/N: Okay so that was the first real chapter, what are your thoughts? This is also not the big mistake either, that will happen much later on. I have a basic idea for this fic but I do not have anything truly mapped out. I would love to hear suggestions of what you would like to see in future chapters. I find writing faberry much easier than writing these two because there isn't really blueprint to follow with Quinn and Santana. I like it but it is also frustrating lol
Anyways I would love to see reviews letting me know what you think and what you want to see :)