An Experiment
During sophomore year Brittany and Santana got really close, which kind of left Quinn out in the cold. She stuck close to Finn, but he never really helped. She was lonely and jealous, and seeing San and Britt walk down the hall holding pinkies made her feel sick to her stomach.
She couldn't figure out if she had feelings for Santana or if she was just bored with Finn. All she knew was she couldn't stop thinking about that kiss. That's when she slept with Puck.
She just wanted to do it. Part of her wanted to make Santana jealous, but she knew she wouldn't care. Santana just slept with Puck from time to time. She also wanted to know what it felt like. And even though she swore she was drunk and she was having a fat day, none of that really mattered to her. She wanted to know if she would see stars like other girls did. She wanted to know if she would feel good like she did with Santana, or if she would feel disgusting like she did with Finn.
She didn't like it. It felt weird and gross. Puck was sweaty and he smelled like Axe, and if she leaned in to close to him it would make her want to puke.
Nine months later she had Beth, and after she spent the summer getting her body back in functioning order she was ready to try again. The only problem was talking her into it.
Quinn just showed up at her house one day, shortly after Santana slapped her. Mrs. Lopez let her in without a second thought, giving her a hug and sending up to Santana's room saying "I've missed you! I wish you would come around more."
Quinn had a feeling Santana wouldn't think the same way. She walked in without knocking, finding San sitting on her bed with her face quite literally buried in her history book. As in sleeping on her history book.
"Sannie…" Quinn called, gently shaking her shoulder.
"Mom I told you don't call me that." Santana grumbled, rubbing her eyes.
"I prefer Quinn."
Santana shot up, nearly falling off the bed. "Shit, Q, you almost made me pee my pants!"
"Sorry." Quinn said, giggling.
"What the hell do you want?"
"That's no way to talk to your best friend."
"It is when your best friend sell's you out and makes you hold up the fucking pyramid. Do you know how heavy you are tubbers?"
"Oh please." Quinn said with a roll of those pretty hazel eyes. "Like you wouldn't do the same."
"True." Santana admitted. "Okay fine, baby weight, you got two minutes before I go all Lima Heights on your fat ass."
"Can we quit with the name calling?"
"Would you prefer I do it in Spanish, rechoncha?"
"Whatever. Look I need a favor." Quinn sat down on Santana's bed, making her scoot closer to the edge.
"Why would I do you a favor?" Santana was practically radiating with irritation.
"Because you never say no?"
Santana gave her this look that should have been scary, but Quinn wasn't really scared of the Latina next to her. She was the only person other the Rachel that ever challenged her. "I never say no to sexual favors Q. So unless you're asking to get naked… Wait, are you asking to get naked?"
"Um... Yes."
"Wow, Q… I can't say I didn't know this was a possibility, but I have to say I never thought you'd have the balls to ask."
"Okay, I'm not even going to pretend to know what you're talking about." Quinn said with a sigh. "You spend too much time with Brittany, you're starting to talk like her."
"Well we don't do much talking lately…"
"I know." Quinn said it too fast, making Santana's eyebrows shoot up. "Oh come on, San. You guys are so obvious. You come in with matching hickeys for Christ sake, I'm blonde not stupid."
She was quiet for a second, and Quinn almost apologized for being so blunt, but then Santana said "Don't tell anyone, okay?" Quinn nodded. "Why do you want to do this anyway? I meant I know we kissed that one time, and I sorta fingered you like, two years ago, but I didn't think we actually… played for the same team."
"We don't." Quinn said it really harshly, in a way that would hurt any normal person's feeling. But Santana wasn't a normal person. "I mean… I'm not sure yet. Whether we do or not I mean… Look all I know is I don't know what I want, and I was hoping you could help me figure that out. It's just an experiment."
"Okay. But no strings attached okay? I don't do emotions with Britt and I'm definitely not going to do them with you."
"Duh, that's what I meant by experiment." Quinn rolled her eyes, standing to leave. "Meet me at my house tomorrow after Cheerios practice. Mom's working late."
"Whatever." Santana said, laying her head back down on her history book. "And Q?"
Quinn turned from where she was standing at the door and raised an eyebrow.
"You better reciprocate this time."
Quinn laughed, walking away without answering.
The next day Santana waltzed right in to Quinn's house and up to her room like she owned the place. "I'm here." She said to the blonde, who was sitting on the floor flipping through a Seventeen magazine. "We doing this or not?"
"Not with that attitude." Quinn replied without looking up.
"Quinn fucking Fabray, I just drove here in the fucking rain and traffic, so you better get your damn panties off now."
"Santana." She said with a sigh. "We live in Ohio, there's only traffic if you get stuck behind a damn tractor."
"Well I did so let go before I change my mind."
"Fine." Quinn said without moving. There was an awkward silence for a moment, and Santana's aggravation was growing to such an alarming level that the whole room was practically buzzing. Of course, Quinn didn't even flinch.
"Fine what Quinn?"
"Fine, change your mine." She said, giving her that look normally reserved for Finn whenever he said something really stupid. "I'm not a teenage boy Santana, I'm not going to worship at your feet to get you to have sex with me. If you're going to be a bitch then leave."
Santana let out a loud sigh, turning toward the door, waiting for Quinn to change her mind. When Quinn didn't flinch she let out another loud huff. "Ugh okay Quinn, I'm sorry."
"You should be." She crawled up on the bed, leaning back on her elbows. She gave San a look that said 'go on.'
"What do you want me to do Quinn? Beg?" Santana asked, throwing the bag on the floor and stripping off her Cheerios jacket.
"That would be nice."
Santana moved on to the bed, crawling over Quinn so their mouths were barely inched apart. "Please oh please, sexually deviant one, let me fuck you so hard you forget your last name?"
"You wanna light some candles too?" She asked, her breath tickling the brunettes lips and making chills run down her spine.
"Don't push it, bitch." Santana said before pressing her lips against Quinn's before she could come up with some smart ass response. She quickly ran her tongue over the other girls little pink lips, and Quinn granted access immediately. It wasn't like their last kiss where Santana automatically assumed dominancy, Quinn fought back, pushing her tongue into Santana's mouth and making the other girl whimper. She took the Latinas moment of distraction to flip her over, pinning her against the bed and straddling her hips.
Quinn started trailing kissed down her smooth pale skin, searching for that one place…
"Mmm…"
Found it. Santana was writhing under her as she teased that spot right on her pulse point, sucking it so hard she could feel Santana's heartbeat, then running her tongue over it to soothe the skin.
"You better not leave a fucking hickey." Santana grumbled.
"You're too uptight." Quinn sighed, using a skilled hand to unzip her Cheerios top, and toss it off before she could protest.
"You're one to talk." The brunette said snidely. Quinn pushed her sports bra up with one hand, making her boobs fall out with a little bounce. She wanted to take a moment to look at her friend, completely at her mercy under her, but she knew this wasn't the time. She leaned down and took a dusky brown nipple in her mouth, suckling gently and scraping over the other one with her thumbnail.
"Oooh…" Santana whimpered, pushing her hips up against the blondes. Quinn giggled, her breath making Santana's nipple tighten.
"And you talk too damn much." She said, sitting up and cupping her full breast in her hands. Whoever San's plastic surgeon was did a marvelous job, because you could hardly tell the difference apart from the extra cup size.
"What are you gonna do about it?" Santana challenged, yanking Quinn's tank top over her head.
"Make you shut up." She said simply.
"How you gonna do that?"
Quinn dove down for another kiss, nipping at Santana's lower lip and making her groan. When Quinn slipped her tongue into the feisty girls mouth, Santana didn't fight back. Instead she ran her own tongue over Quinn's little pink one before sucking gently on it. The blonde moaned into her mouth, allowing Santana to push her sweatpants down. She pushed up just long enough to kick them off, then settled herself with one leg on either side of Santana's thigh.
San gasped when she felt Quinn's bare pussy pushing against her thigh, pulling her mouth away from the other girls. Quinn shrugged and went back to running her tongue over her pretty brown nipples, a satisfied smirk settling on her face when she felt Santana's hands grabbing her waist and pulling her closer to grind against each other's thighs.
"Since when did you start going commando?"
"Dear God Santana. Shut the fuck up." Quinn said, pulling away from the Latina and making her whine. She reached up and grabbed Santana's skirt, roughly yanking it down along with her spankies and her little black thong. Santana squirmed when the cold air hit her soaking wet cunt, grabbing Quinn and pulling her down to kiss her again. She practically ripped the blonde's bra off, and they moaned when their naked skin touched for the first time.
The feeling of Quinn's hardening nipples against hers almost made her want to reach down fuck herself. She loved the contrast of creamy white skin against tanned skin, and the feel of Quinn's wet pussy sliding against her thigh. Quinn dug her fingernails into Santana's waist, sitting up to look at the girl under her as she shamelessly humped her thigh.
San's eyes were dark and desperate looking, and when she felt Quinn's hardening clit pushing against her leg it was almost too much to bare.
Quinn smiled. "Not so chatty now, are we San?" Her voice was deeper, sexier, and it made Santana buck her hips and whimper for more contact. "Nuh uh S, you better tell me what you want." She leaned down to whisper in her ear, moving one hand to pinch her nipple. "And you better tell me quick if you want us to come together."
Santana shuddered at Quinn's words, feeling her own clit pulsing between her legs and her center clenching even though she hadn't even been touch. "Please Q…" She said quietly, forcing the words out.
"Please what S?"
"Quinn, come on…" she grumbled, her breathing heavy and uneven. She couldn't believe Quinn had managed to turn her into this walking bowl of Jell-O in less than fifteen minutes. Quinn raised an eyebrow and pursed her pretty lips and that was all it took to break her. "Fuck me."
And just like that, without any warning, Quinn pushed two fingers deep inside Santana, making her arch her back in both pain and pleasure. Santana moved her hand from those milky white hips to her breast, running her fingers over Quinn's puffy pink nipples and making her whimper with want. She grabbed the hand of the girl under her, moving it to where she needed it most. "Fuck me too Santana."
Santana nodded, moaning loudly as Quinn's fingers found that spot deep inside her. She wasn't as rough with the girl on top of her, knowing that Quinn wasn't nearly as experienced as she was. She pushed a single digit inside her tight hole, groaning as she felt Quinn's marbled clit pulsating against her palm. She briefly wondered what it would feel like in her mouth, but the thought disappeared as Quinn's thumb found her own hardened nub.
After a few moments she heard Quinn grumbled "More… Tana I need more." San smirked at the girl above her, riding her single finger and begging for another one. Carefully she pushed another inside, not moving and allowing Quinn to do the work herself while she pushed the brunette closer to her own orgasm.
It took no time at all for their hips to go from moving in synchronized rhythm to pushing and pulling hard and fast erratically against each other, and when Santana felt Quinn's arm that was holding her up start to quiver she grabbed her hips, pulling her down so her breast lay within perfect range. She sucked a nipple into her mouth, flicking at it lazily with her tongue when she felt Quinn clenching around her fingers. She grinded the palm of her hand harder into Quinn's little nub, moving it in circles as the girl rode her fingers and came on her hand for the second time in her life.
A few seconds later Santana felt Quinn flicking her clit with her fingernail, and that was all it took for her own orgasm to wash over her. She screamed when she came, and Quinn silently thanked whatever sex god had allowed her mother to work late today because this definitely would not have worked if her mother was home.
Q rolled off of the girl under her, and they both lay flat on their back completely naked, not saying anything as they caught their breath. Quinn thought about the fact that she'd only ever achieved a real orgasm twice in her life, and both of those time's had been with her best friend.
She didn't say a word when Santana stood up and pulled her clothes back on. She knew they weren't going to talk about it. There was no way. And when she left Quinn laid on her bed and cried, though she wasn't really sure why.
Having sex with Santana only verified one thing, and that was that she was definitely gay. That was what this whole experiment had been about right? Finding out if she was straight or not. So how come she felt like now she had more questions then she started with.