A Kiss

The second time was nothing like the first. It was about halfway through their freshman year and Santana was staying overnight at Quinn's house. Her parents had gone out of town to visit relatives or something, and Santana's parents didn't trust her home alone after she got caught making out with the neighbor. And they especially didn't trust her home alone with her brothers, because Santana almost always found a way to talk them into doing something stupid and everyone ended up grounded.

It was strange to hang out with Quinn without Brittany. They three of them were almost always together, and had quickly been dubbed the "Unholy Trinity" within two weeks of starting high school. Britt was dating her way through the senior class and Santana had already hooked up with three of the star football players, including the quarterback. Quinn was the only one who hadn't found someone yet, and San thought it had something to do with the whole celibacy club thing.

Of course that just wouldn't do, so Santana went on a hunt for the cutest boy in their class, that way Quinn would be set for the next four years. That's how they stumbled upon Finn Hudson, the cutie with the dopey smile who was sure to be next year's quarterback. Of course, if that happened Santana would have to snatch him away from her, but it was all just competition. One of them was going to be head Cheerio, and as much as she loved Quinn she loved winning more.

"So how's it going with frankenteen?" Santana asked as they lay out on Quinn's bed watching Mean Girls for the fourth time this week. They were still in their uniforms from practice, chewing on protein bars and sipping diet coke.

"It's fine I guess. He took me to Breadstix last week. It was kinda awkward cuz his Mom drove but whatever."

"Oh, blah blah blah, you know that's not the part I care about. Did you fuck him?"

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Is that even a valid question? Of course not."

"Okay whatever, but you did kiss him right?"

"And? How was it?"

Quinn shrugged. Ever since Cheer Camp it was kind of hard to be embarrassed about things with Santana. She was so brutally honest and so rarely judgmental that Quinn could say pretty much anything and Santana would just nod and understand. That was something Quinn really needed in her life. "It was weird. Wet. Kinda reminded me of my Aunt's dog. Is that bad?"

"Boy's suck." Santana sighed. "They don't know how to do anything right."

"Then why do you have sex with them?" Quinn asked quietly.

Santana got really quiet, but Quinn wasn't going to retract her question. She really wanted to know. "Okay Q, here's how it is." She said finally. "Boys don't know what the hell they're doing. All they know is they want to touch your boobs, and put their penis in any hole you'll allow. They are disgusting pigs, and the only way to get any enjoyment out of the whole thing is to know what you like. Do you know what you like?" Quinn shook her head. "Of course you don't. But do you want me to show you?"

"Show me…?"

"What you like?"

"Santana that's really gay." She said, crossing her arms. Santana looked at her like she just grew another head.

"Quinn, I've seen your fucking vagina, I've touched you in places you've never even touched yourself, you came on my hand, but me kissing you would somehow be the gayest thing we've ever done? Me and Britt do more than that just because we're bored, and we're straight."

"I've touched myself before!" Quinn said defensively.

"No you haven't!" Santana was yelling now. "If you had you wouldn't be this insane ball of stress and rage and crazy. Tú eres la puta más loca que he conocido! YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY!"

"OKAY!" Quinn yelled back. "Just stop yelling before my mom comes upstairs and ask why we're talking about my vagina."

"Okay meaning yes I can kiss you?" Santana said with a sly grin.

"Yes, but-" Santana cut her off, lurching forward and pinning Quinn on the bed, kissing her hard. Quinn whimpered into the kiss, but slowly felt herself getting used to it and started kissing Santana back.

Quinn didn't notice Santana's hand slipping up her Cheerios top, and gasped into her mouth when she felt her fingers slipping under her sports bra. Santana took that moment to sneak her tongue into Quinn's mouth and slip it softly over hers. Quinn tasted like strawberry lip gloss and green tea. Santana wondered what she tasted like herself.

Quinn on the other hand was too lost in sensory overload to figure out what to focus on. Everything just felt so good, and it had never felt like this before with Finn. When he'd touched her breast it hurt, and he grabbed them to hard so she told him to stop and made him pray for his sins. The whole charade was ridiculous because she didn't really care, but as long as Finn thought she did he wouldn't push her too hard to do anything.

On the other hand, now that Santana had her tongue in Quinn's mouth and was teasing her nipples with her soft little fingers, prayer was the farthest thing from her mind. It felt nice and right, not gross and dirty. It was soft and nothing hurt like it did with Finn. She knew it was wrong and good girls didn't think that way, but for some reason right now she couldn't force herself to care in the least bit.

She groaned when Santana's leg slipped between hers, and the brunette on top of her moaned when she felt the heat coming from there. Quinn was really turned on, and Santana knew if she didn't stop she would end up doing something that would freak Quinn out even more then she already was. So she pulled back.

"That's what you like." Santana said, sitting back and crossing her legs. She tried to think of things to dull the throbbing she felt down there, but nothing was working, and she knew she was going to have to take a cold shower and change her panties immediately.

"I've never felt-"

"Shut up Q." Santana interrupted, seeing the flush on her face and the look in her eye's that she knew all too well from the boys she fucked. "You're about to say something dumb, so don't. I'm a good kisser, I'm hot, and that's it. I'm not gay and neither are you, so don't think about it too hard, k?"

Quinn sighed, lying back on her pillow without another word, trying to ignore the wetness between her legs and the feeling in her chest. But she did think about it, and the more she thought the harder it was to pretend she didn't feel what she felt.