So I want to clear some things up about this story.
1) For the sake of the plot, the girls are 15 years old. I know freshmen are usually 14, but after mentioning Santana having sex already, I thought I would add a year. 2) I know some of you are worried about the angst, and some may have noticed I changed the categories once again. I am letting you know now, the angst is quite far away. I have 6-8 chapters on my mind, and that is not including their summer. The angst will come in a year's time. So, there is plenty of time for fluff and cuteness. Maybe even some sexy times ;)
I have a feeling this story will be quite lengthy, so I hope you will stick around. Thank you for all the review/alerts/favourites. They really mean a lot to me :) Anyways, I am done rambling.
A friendly reminder I do not own Glee or it's characters, though I wish I did :)
Quinn eyed herself in the full length mirror. She ran her fingers over the bold lettering of the uniform, WMHS. The bold red contrasted against her pale skin. Despite it being the end of summer, she had yet to get a proper tan. Her eyes ran over the Cheerio uniform, observing every detail. This was who she was going to be seen as for the rest of her high school career. For the next four years, she was going to be a cheerleader. She was going to accept the label with pride, it was better than being a bottom feeder in the Glee Club. But it also wouldn't completely be her. She knew while wearing that uniform, she had to look and act a certain way. She couldn't indulge in fatty foods, she couldn't act like a complete dork, and she couldn't be gay. She had a reputation to uphold.
The blonde was drawn out of her inner monologue when she heard a faint knock at her bedroom door. She turned and was met with a beaming smile from her mother. Her mother looked a lot like her, blonde hair and piercing hazel eyes.
Her mother slowly entered the room, her hands brought up to her chest to press against her heart.
"Quinnie, you look so beautiful."
"Thanks mom."
"God, you look just like your sister did; and me of course. I hope you can carry on the Fabray legacy and do our family proud."
"I'll try mom," Quinn replied, a smile spread across her face.
"Gosh, I need to stop talking. You need to eat something before you go."
"I'll be down in a minute."
Quinn watched as her mother gave her one last beaming smile before turning and heading out the door. The blonde eyed the vacant doorway for a little longer before she turned to look at the mirror one more time. This was it. It was now or never. Quinn scooped up her backpack before walking down the stairs. She placed the bag beside her Cheerio gym bag before heading towards the kitchen.
When she entered the kitchen, the scene was so familiar. Her father was perched at the head of the table drinking coffee and reading the morning paper. In front of him sat a plate full of food. It was a hearty breakfast assorted with eggs, pancakes and...
"You made bacon?" Quinn asked.
"Of course, Quinnie. I thought I would let you enjoy one last meal before you were put on that Cheerios diet. I remember how bad your sister got."
Quinn walked up to her mother and placed a kiss to her cheek before grabbing the plate of bacon and eggs from the kitchen counter. She sat in the seat opposite her father and poured herself a glass of orange juice.
"So, I heard you made the Cheerios?" Her father mumbled.
"You heard right."
"That's great sweetie. Fabray women are leaders. Hopefully you will be captain soon."
"Freshmen can't be captains, but there is always sophomore year."
"That's my girl, ambitious."
Her father smiled at her before turning back to his paper. The two had never had a strong relationship, but they often faked that they did. She often had to act as daddy's little girl, especially in the absence of Frannie. She loved her father, every daughter did, but she never felt like she was good enough.
She took hers eyes away from her father when she heard a rapping at the front door. She knew that it could have only been one person; Santana. She had asked to girl to meet her at her house so they could drive together. She also just wanted to see her before school.
Judy started making her way towards the door before Quinn jumped up from her seat and cut off her mother's advances.
"No worries mom, I'll get it."
"Are you sure, Quinnie? It's really no problem."
"Nonsense, it's just Santana. She will probably want a plate before we leave anyways."
Judy smiled at her daughter, accepting her excuse, and turned back to the kitchen island to fix the Latina a plate. Quinn made her way down the long hallway until she reached the large wooden door. She pulled it open in a haste only to be met with the smokin' Latina. The bold red of the uniform accentuated her caramel skin. The black detailing matched the darkness of her hair, and the shortness of her skirt caused heat to pool between Quinn's legs.
"H-hi," Quinn stuttered, eyeing her girlfriend.
"You like what you see?"
Quinn could only nod in response. Santana sauntered in and pulled the large wooden door closed behind her. The Latina glanced over the blonde's shoulder before capturing Quinn's lips. The kiss was extremely chaste, cautious, but it was enough. The Latina pulled back and smiled at the blonde.
"Hi baby."
"Hi," Quinn answered with a beaming smile.
"I see mama Fabray made bacon this morning."
"She did."
"Did she make me a plate?"
"I told her to. I know how much you like her cooking."
"Best...girlfriend...ever," Santana said between kisses before running off to the kitchen.
The two sat side by side at the kitchen table. Her father had left a few minutes ago for work and her mother was cleaning up from breakfast. Santana and Quinn shared shy glances and smiles as they slowly ate their breakfast. They let their hands brush by each other under the table before Judy startled them.
"Are you girls excited for your first day?"
"As excited as I can be for school," Santana answered.
"You'll love high school; the cheerleading, the popularity, the boys."
Judy smiled at the girls and both Santana and Quinn smiled back. But they were smiling for a completely different reason. They knew they would love the cheerleading and the popularity, just not the boys. Both Santana and Quinn decided to play along.
"Those boys, Ms. Fabray. Just can't get enough."
"Is there someone special in your life, Santana?"
"Yeah, yeah there is," Santana glanced at Quinn out of the corner of her eye.
"Oh, well who is he? You have to give us all the details."
"Yeah, all the details, Santana," Quinn smiled as she met the Latina's gaze.
"Well, he and I have been friends for a long time. I only realized how much I liked him this year. We started dating a couple of weeks ago."
"Aww that is very sweet. So, what does he look like?"
"He has this amazing blonde hair and piercing hazel eyes. He has the most amazing smile and the cutest laugh I have ever heard. I am just really happy to have him."
Quinn could feel her heart flutter as Santana was describing her. The description was brief, but it was extremely heartfelt. The Latina was never one to boast about who she was dating, nor did she ever care that much. It really meant a lot to the blonde.
"Well, look at the time. You girls better be heading off if you want to make it there on time."
"Yeah, we better get going. Love you mom."
Quinn got up from her seat, grabbing hers and Santana's plates. She placed them in the sink before giving her mom a brief hug. Santana gave Judy a brief hug as well before following Quinn to the front door. Quinn grabbed her backpack, and Santana grabbed her gym bag. Before the blonde could protest, the Latina was out the door. Quinn got in the driver's seat in a huff.
"What are you huffing about, Q?"
"I could have got that you know."
"Got what?"
"My gym bag, I am capable."
"I know you are babe, I was trying to be a good girlfriend. You know chivalry and crap."
"You say the sweetest things to me," Quinn smiled.
"I try," Santana smiled back.
Quinn looked at Santana a moment longer before her gaze flickered over to her house. She checked the front door and all the windows to make sure there was no sign of her mother. When the coast was clear, she leaned over and gave Santana a quick peck on the lips.
"Not that I am complaining, but what was that for?"
"For being you, and for what you said back there. It meant a lot to me."
"You mean a lot to me."
"It's already going to be hard enough trying not to jump you with that skirt, but if you keep talking like that, I cannot be held accountable for my actions."
"Who knew Quinn Fabray was such a horndog," Santana relied through a sly smile.
"Shut up."
Quinn lightly smacked Santana's arm before both girl fell into a fit of giggles. The blonde then put her key in the ignition and started the car. When the blonde pulled out of the driveway and made it to the first stop sign, she reached over and grabbed Santana's hand. The two drove the rest of the rest of the way with their intertwined fingers resting on the center console.
After around only five minutes, the two pulled into a vacant spot in the parking lot. Even though there was fear of being late earlier, they still had around 15 minutes until their first class started. Quinn shut the car off before looking over at Santana.
"I'm going to miss you today."
"At least we have two classes together."
"I know, but I am going to miss being like this. I am going to miss holding your hand and kissing you."
"There are always many bathrooms and closets Ms. Fabray," Santana chuckled.
"You're impossible."
"You know what I am going to miss?"
"What?"
"Your ass."
"Okay, you are such a guy."
"Listen babe, have you seen yourself in that uniform? I almost jumped you at breakfast."
Quinn felt a blush creep to her face before looking away from Santana. The blonde was not used to many compliments, a way of life living in the Fabray household. So she was always surprised when Santana gave them.
"No, but I did see you. You were just lucky my parents were home.
"Was I now?"
"Mhm."
Santana looked around the parking lot only to discover it was vacant. No students or teachers could be seen walking around the small campus, or down the sidewalks. The Latina leaned forward and pressed her lips to Quinn's. The two smiled into the kiss, both revelling in the feeling that at any moment they could be caught. Santana went to deepen the kiss by running her tongue along the blonde's bottom lip. Quinn pulled back and Santana pouted.
"As much as I would like to make out with you in the front seat of my car, I am afraid I will have to take a rain check."
"Such a tease, Ms. Fabray."
"How about a rain check for after school? Your house?"
"I like that idea," Santana smiled before giving Quinn one last peck to her lips, "Sorry just needed one more."
"You're too cute."
"I am not cute," Santana pouted.
Quinn laughed at her girlfriend before stepping out of the car. Santana followed suit and followed the blonde to the back of the SUV. Quinn opened the trunk and both of the girls grabbed their backpacks and gym bags. They made a stop by the locker room, dropping their bags off in their assigned lockers for when they had Cheerios practice later. They then made their way to the office to grab their locker assignments.
"You locker is nowhere near mine. It's all the way downstairs. I was kind of hoping we would be closer together."
Quinn pouted as they walked towards her locker on the second floor. Santana wore a disappointed expression on her face before she looked up and saw a boy standing next to Quinn's locker. She had seen the boy before, it was hard not to with his sequined riding pants. His name was Kurt. A smile grew on her face as she approached the boy.
"Hummel, am I right?"
"Yes. Santana, right?"
"You would be correct. Is this your locker?"
"It is. Why do you want to know?"
"I will give you $40 if you give me your locker."
"Why do you want my locker?"
"It's next to my girl Quinn's."
"Why should I switch?"
"My locker is next to the jock block, know what that means? Hot and sweaty football players 24/7."
"Why would I want that? And why wouldn't you?"
"Please, you are wearing sequined riding pants. And I can't stand the smell."
The feminine boy eyed both the Latina and the blonde before taking the $40 and Santana's locker number. Both cheerleaders watched him walk down the hall and disappear down the stairwell. Santana turned to Quinn with a beaming smile on her face.
"I can't believe you just did that."
"Now our lockers are right beside each other."
Quinn gave a small shake of her head, accompanied with a beaming smile, as she continued the rest of the way to her locker. She put in the combination and put the contents of her backpack into the small metal space. She watched Santana do the same out of the corner of her eye. She grabbed the desired textbooks she needed for her first two classes and shut her locker with a small slam. She turned to face the Latina who was staring at her with a small pout.
"And why are you pouting?"
"I am pouting because we do not have our first two classes together."
"Aww, you're too cute."
"I already told you, I am not cute," Santana's pout grew bigger.
"You could have fooled me, babe."
The hallways started to fill with students. Looking at the masses, Quinn recognized a few faces from middle school. Other than those few faces, the rest were just a sea of strangers. She turned back to Santana and they shared a nervous look.
"I'll see you at lunch?"
"It's a date," Santana winked and then began walking away.
"Wait, "Quinn called out loud enough for the Latina to hear but not loud enough to draw attention. She wrapped the raven haired girl in a tight embrace for a small moment, "Try to have fun today without me."
"I'll try."
The Latina chuckled before pulling away. Quinn watched as she made her way down the hall, while successfully checking out her ass. Quinn still couldn't understand how she managed to bag Santana Lopez as her girlfriend. She torn her eyes away from her retreating girlfriend and turned to make her way to her first class; English.
Santana was sitting in her Spanish class only half listening to the teacher. It was the first class of the year, so teachers usually just went over classroom rules and over how the course worked. She really felt no need to be here, and if it weren't for Cheerios, she wouldn't be. She especially found it boring to be sitting in Spanish, a language she was fluent in. She knew this class was just an easy A, but it was a mandatory course.
A well deserved distraction came when she felt her phone vibrate in her letterman jacket pocket. She quickly glanced up at the teacher to make sure he was facing away from her before looking at the text. It was Quinn.
Is your class as boring as mine?-Q
I am in Spanish right now. What do you think?-S
Probably the exact same as I am feeling. I am in English.-Q
I am up for a distraction if you are willing to give me one ;)-S
And what do we mean by distraction Ms. Lopez? :)-Q
You, me, closet in 5 minutes?-S
I'll meet you there ;)-Q
Santana smiled knowing she was not only getting out of the extremely boring class, but the reason she was getting out was to go see her girlfriend. She placed the phone back into her pocket before raising her hand.
"Um, Mr. Shue?"
"Yes...um...sorry, you are?"
"Santana, Santana Lopez."
"What is it Santana?"
"Can I go to the bathroom?"
"Yeah sure, go ahead."
Santana got up and walked out of the room slowly, trying not to seem too eager. She made her way down the hall and around the corner. She looked at the Janitor's closet and saw that it was slightly ajar. She looked around the hallway, making sure the coat was clear, before she slipped into the closet. She was about to ask if Quinn was there when her attempts were immediately met with lips. The Latina could taste the berry lip gloss that Quinn usually wore on her lips. As she deepened the kiss, she began to smell the unique smell of Quinn mixed in with the smell of various cleaning products. The kiss continued on like that, just the feeling of lips running over each other. Santana pulled back to catch her breath.
"So much better than Spanish."
"I'd hope so."
Quinn replied, placing her lips back on the Latina's. The blonde parted her mouth slightly and Santana flicked the tip of her tongue over Quinn's before pulling back. As the kiss continued, she felt the blonde's tongue enter into her mouth, running the tip of her tongue over the roof of her mouth. Santana let out a moan as her hands found Quinn's backside. She pushed them both so Quinn was now pinned against the opposing wall. Quinn let out a slight grunt before she tangled her hands in the raven hair. Lengthy minutes passed, and the girls were nowhere near letting up. Santana moved from the blonde's lips to her neck. She placed hot, open mouthed kisses before nipping at Quinn's pulse point.
"God, that feels so good."
"Don't use the lord's name in vain, Quinnie."
"Okay, never call me Quinnie; ever."
Santana chuckled before pulling away from the blonde's neck. She pressed her lips firmly to Quinn's, it was not as desperate and feverish as before, but it was enough. It was a lot like their kiss they shared in Quinn's foyer earlier that morning.
Santana pulled away and looked at Quinn's face. From the lengthy amount of time they had spent in the janitor's closet, her eyes were now slightly adjusted to the dark. She could just make out Quinn's features in the darkness.
"Well, this is an awfully long bathroom break."
"I guess we got a little carried away," Quinn chuckled before placing a light peck to Santana's lips.
"I guess we should be heading back."
"I really don't want to though," Quinn pouted.
"Well, I will see you at lunch...and at Cheerios practice...and in my bed," Santana's said between kisses.
"Okay, you need to stop doing that or I will never leave."
"Just one more," Santana leaned forward and captured her lips once more before pulling away, "I'll see you later, baby."
"Bye, sweetheart."
Quinn watched as Santana opened the janitor's closet and poked her head out. When the coast was clear, she saw the brunette enter into the hallway and head back towards her Spanish class. She waited a minute or two before exited the closet herself and headed back to her English class.
The rest of the day passed by quite slowly except for the moments they were together. In their shared classes and at lunch, the time seemed to float away impossibly fast and the rest of the time, the hours seemed to drag on. When both girls were together, they would share shy smiles and glances. They would brush thighs and hands. Their feet would meet under desks and under lunch tables. They were nowhere near ready to come out, so for now, this was enough for them. As long as they felt that connection it was enough.
The two met again when they headed to Cheerios. Quinn had only heard horror stories from Frannie. And judging by the tryout they had, this was going to be an adventure and a half.
They walked out onto the football field, parallel to where the boys were practicing for the upcoming football season. There was only a small group of 20 Cheerios that stood on the field. The blonde glanced over the faces, and much like earlier, she remembered some but the rest were just strangers. She stood beside Santana when she heard the blaring yell coming from a megaphone behind them.
"What are you doing? Get to work. I didn't put you on this squad to stand there and do nothing like those employees at sheet-n'-things. I expect you to work!"
Saying Cheerios practice was hard was an understatement. They ran 10 laps around the track. They began working on a new routine for nationals, which dealt with fire. If your leg so much as quivered during the performance, you were forced to run suicides. Cheerios was hard work but Quinn knew the pay-off would be worth it.
The two girls drove to Santana's and slowly made their way to the Latina's bedroom. The two dropped their bags before flopping down on Santana's king size bed.
"I am so tired."
"I think I am going to have to take another rain check on that makeout session, babe. I can hardly move."
"I have an idea, if you trust me."
"What is your idea?" Quinn turned her head to face Santana.
"We could always take a bath. It doesn't have to be anything sexual, just a bath."
"A bath sounds so nice, baby. Besides, I don't have the energy to do anything sexual," Quinn smiled.
"I'll get it started."
The Latina made her way to her ensuite bathroom and began to run the water. She added a bubble bar in with the hot water, which was peach scented, and waited for the tub to fill. When the tub was at almost full capacity, she turned the knobs to the off position.
"Okay babe, I think we're good."
Quinn slowly entered into the large bathroom. Her nervousness became more present as she looked from the bath to Santana. When she looked to her girlfriend's face, she saw a concerned expression.
"Are you okay, babe? We don't have to do this. I can just take a shower after."
"No, really it's fine. It's just...no one has seen me naked before. I am a little nervous."
"You don't have to be nervous around me baby, okay? Like I said, we don't have to do this. We can try again another time."
"No, I want to. Besides, with Cheerios, I am going to have to get used to being naked around people."
Santana took a step towards Quinn and wrapped her in a hug. She waited until she felt the blonde's arms snake around her waist before she placed a kiss to Quinn's temple. She didn't know why she was hugging Quinn, but she just felt like her girlfriend needed it.
"I'll go in first."
Santana slowly unzipped the Cheerio's skirt before pulling it down with her spanks. She then lifted her hands slowly to the side of her Cheerios top and undid that zipper. She stripped out of the uniform until she was left standing in her black lace bra and matching panties.
"God baby, you're so sexy," Quinn replied biting her lip.
"Want to help take off the rest."
Quinn glanced over caramel skin before being met with chocolate brown eyes. She was a little nervous, she was not expecting for their relationship to be moving so fast. They haven't even said I love you yet. However, it seemed an unknown force was pulling her towards Santana. Like a tether. They stood together; their bodies almost flush, as Quinn rested her hands on Santana's hips. Her fingers toyed with the lace as she stared into Santana's eyes. She was asking for silent approval, and when Santana gave a curt nod, Quinn proceeded to slide the lace panties down the Latina's long, toned legs. She slowly brought herself back up, nervous hands finding Santana's almost bare back. She leant forward a bit, trying to undo the clasp, as Santana began placing languid, hot kisses to the blonde's neck. Quinn had a hard time with the clasp, especially with Santana kissing her neck, but eventually the lace bra fell to the floor. Quinn had to take in the sight before her; the toned, caramel skin, the dark nipples and perked breast. The sight was mouth watering.
"Do you want me to help you?"
"Is it alright if I do it myself?"
"Of course, baby. Take your time."
Santana took a cautionary step back giving Quinn her space. The blonde's hands were shaking as she reached for the zipper of her pleated skirt. She paused for a moment trying to gain the courage to reveal herself to her girlfriend. She looked up to see Santana's eyes. They were not demanding or lust driven, they were kind and encouraging. The blonde took in a deep breath and began to remove each piece of clothing gingerly, before they all gathered at her feet. Santana's jaw went slack as her eyes roamed Quinn's body.
"Wow."
"What?"
"You're just so beautiful. I still begin to question how I got so lucky."
"I ask myself the same thing every day," Quinn replied with a smile.
"Come join me, I think you my lady are in need of a back massage."
"I like the sound of that."
Santana stepped in the bath first, her back resting against the porcelain opposite the faucet. She held out her hand for Quinn to steady herself as she joined Santana in the heated water. Quinn let her back rest against Santana's front as she watched the water settle around them. Santana brought her hands to the blonde's shoulders and she began working out the tight knots left after Cheerios practice.
"Wow, that's a big knot babe."
"Yeah, it kind of hurts a bit."
Santana could see Quinn wince slightly at the pressure of her fingers. She eased the pressure and placed soft kisses to the knotted spots on the blonde's shoulders. She massaged her shoulders until she could no longer feel the tight knots. The Latina moved her hands from her girlfriend's shoulders and she wrapped them around her waist. Quinn signed and leaned back into Santana, slightly burying her head in the Latina's neck. Santana rested her head atop of Quinn's as the two fell into a comfortable silence.
"I think I can get used to this. We should make this a weekly event."
"I like the way you think, baby," Santana said as she kissed the blonde's temple.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For being patient with me before. I really appreciate it."
"I'm not like all those other guys, babe. I won't pressure you to do anything you're not prepared for. It's going to be different with me. I promise you that."
Santana wanted to say so much more. She wanted to add those three little words to the end of her speech. She had never felt this feeling; love. All her life, the concept seemed so taboo. She couldn't grasp the thought that people could enjoy each other's company for more than a few months let alone a few years. Yet here she sits, wrapped around the most amazing girl she had ever known. She could believe in that love now. She could picture them going to college, being roommates. She could see their pointless arguments they would have over going dishes or leaving the dirty laundry on the floor. She could see the amazing make up sex. She could see her being a successful lawyer, and Quinn an established writer. She could see them moving into their first apartment, their first house. She could see her proposing on a trip to Paris, Quinn's favourite place. She could see them getting married, hopefully legally. She could see their children being born. She could see them growing up. She could see her and Quinn growing old together in a nursing home. Santana would look at Quinn, her graying hair and wrinkled features, and she would still believe Quinn was utterly beautiful. She could see it all with Quinn, and that scared her. But it also excited her.
"Baby, can I tell you something."
"Sure, anything," Quinn replied.
"I know it hasn't been long, only a couple of weeks. But there is something I want to tell you. I don't want to freak you out, but this is something that has been on my mind since that night I brought you those flowers and sang to you. I don't expect you to say it back, but I just need to tell you. I love you. I love you and that really scares me. I am not the sappy type, you know that. I don't share my feeling, ever. But you change that. You changed me, and I am so happy you did. You make me so happy Quinn."
Quinn turned to the Latina as she made her heartfelt speech. By the end, the blonde had tears in her eyes. She wanted to say those words so bad, but she didn't know how. Words like that were never exchanged in her household. Her parents were never affectionate, they just coincided. She thought that was what love was, until she met Santana. She wanted to say those three words so bad but she couldn't do it. Instead she lurched forward and pressed her lips to Santana's frantically. She tried to pour out all of her emotion into that kiss. That was how she was going to say I love you. She pulled away when they both frantically needed air.
"I know you do, baby. I want to say those three words to you so bad, but I just need time. I need time to understand them."
"That's okay baby, I'm not going anywhere. I'll wait until you're ready."
"Do you promise?"
"Promise what?"
"That you won't go anywhere? That you will wait for me?"
"I promise, baby."
So what did you think of the chapter? I would love to hear any feedback even if it's just "I hate you and your writing" lol. I am thinking the next chapter will be a halloween party? Unless I get another idea, or one of you give me an idea.
Until next time :)