Ok so here we are chapter 3 on a supposed one shot, classic.
Still don't own Glee or Faberry partnership but oh how I wish.
Cheers for reviews and pm's, all very encouraging so far. So keep them a coming please.
As you will have gathered the smut fest began earlier than I had envisaged but it seemed to flow that way so I went for it.
Probably be a bit tamer this chapter but still moving in the right direction so don't panic.
Sorry for the wait. Have no idea how I find it easier to focus during the chaos of smallish kids running around but not through the quiet.
Enjoy x
Chapter 3
As Friday rapidly approached Rachel spent every evening doing a combination of apartment cleaning, working out at the colleges' gym or primping and preening herself in anticipation of a physical relationship.
And now here it was….Friday. After going to all her morning classes she decided to skip her afternoon ones in favour of getting back to her apartment to do some last minute cleaning and personal grooming. And of course preparing vegan lasagna for dinner to be consumed the moment a tired and hungry Quinn Fabray stepped over her threshold.
Locking the apartment door behind her she was met by the vocal strains of Beyonce coming from the direction of Kurt's room. It seemed that he had left campus early in order to make his way to NYU to stay with Blaine. Dumping her bag full of books she ran upstairs to dance with her best friend before fishing out a new razor from her toiletries drawer and heading towards the shower. Whistling 'If I were a boy' all the way.
Quinn rushed out of her own apartment just in time to avoid a parking ticket and made her way to Santana's.
After honking the horn of her blood red Roadster a squillion times, Satan eventually made an appearance, walking leisurely towards towards her car. As always looking like she had just walked off a fashion shoot.
"What's the damage Q? I know your panties are all in a bunch cuz you're getting your berries this weekend but shit girl gain some composure or you'll turn into a water park the minute you see her"
Santana couldn't help but slap her very nervous friend on the back as she laughed at her own joke but then quickly kissed her on the cheek as she threw her hold all in the back.
"I thought you'd be just as anxious to get your Brits on Lopez"
Quinn teased as she rubbed the spot on her back recently slapped,
"Oh I am my little lesbiquinn but me n Brits have just had a bit of Skype action to take the edge off so I'm all good for the drive to my baby. And definitely not as crazy hyped as you my friend"
Santana busied herself with Quinn's IPod intermittently berating her for having show tunes on her playlist marked Rachel, as well as some songs from Glee club that reminded Quinn of the Diva.
Having finally settled on playlist hip-hop, Santana sat back in the seat and observed her friend.
"You're lookin' good Q. All dressed up for Berry. You know that you've no reason to be nervous don't cha. She's been the founding member of the Quinn Fabray Fan Club from as far back as I can remember"
Although this was akin to other comments both Santana and Brits had said before, it really didn't stop her from being nervous.
"I am about to declare my feelings for the woman that I have been in love with since the very first moment I laid eyes on her and explain that all the slushies and bathroom wall doodles and nasty comments were borne out of my insecurities and panic about being gay. So you see Santana I am not just nervous. I am ashamed and scared"
"I know, I know Q. Just remember its Rachel Berry. She has already forgiven you for all those things and forgiven me too. She held a bedside vigil for you after your car accident, in her wedding dress for god's sake, and she broke up with Finn when he accused you of trying to manipulate Rachel into leaving him. She has demonstrated her love for you so many times, over so many years. All I'm saying is don't keep beating yourself up about the past and don't put pressure on yourself for the future. Just enjoy spending the weekend with her and see how it goes, ok?"
Santana rubbed Quinn's shoulder attempting to show her support physically as she had just done verbally.
"Thanks San. I don't know what I would've done without yours and Brits support. I am really happy I have you both. And I am really happy you have each other"
"Okay Quinn that's enough of the love in stuff. We're lucky to have each other. Yadda yadda yadda. "
Quinn smiled and returned to listening to Santana's music choice. Feeling slightly less anxious, slightly, she marveled at how sweet and loving Santana had become. Well done Brittany! But isn't that what Rachel has done for me too, she thought. My realizing my feelings for Rachel post-accident and even developing a friendship before it had all helped me heal from past, she continued musing. Well done Rachel!
Santana's phone started to belt out 'Dude looks like a lady' so she turned the stereo down and answered the phone.
"Wassup Berry?"
"Hey Santana I was uhm… wondering how long before you both get here"
"Hold on Rach I'll put you on speaker so you can ask lesbiquinn cuz you know I don't pay attention to stuff like that"
Santana fiddled about with her new blackberry holding it in the air between herself and Quinn.
"Shoot"
"Hey…Hi Quinny…uhm... I was just wondering…uhm…how long until you get here"
"I should be at yours in about 2 hours Rach. I'll drop S off with Brit and will only stay long enough for a hug then I'll re-programme the satnav with your address. So 2 hours Rach…uhm…that ok? "
"Perfect. Perfect. I had better let you concentrate on driving because we all know what happens when I distract you behind the wheel"
Instantly regretting the statement Quinn could here Rachel gasp through the phone.
"I'm sorry Quinn that was immensely insensitive of me. I didn't think. I'm just excited to be seeing you…and Santana of course. I'm s…"
"Ha ha ha. That was hilarious Rachel"
Guffawed Santana, eliciting a similar response of hilarity from the blonde driver.
"Rach, stop stressing about it. That was my fault. Definitely not yours. Ok! And I'm, I mean, we're excited to see you too"
"Phew! Well I'll go and get organized and I'll see you tomorrow Santana and Quinny I shall see you in 2 hours. Bye ladies"
"Byeeeeeee"
They chorused as the Latina hung up and placed the phone back into her jacket pocket.
"Before you put your phone away can you change Rachel's personal ringtone? It's cruel and we're all past that craziness now"
"Ok Q how about 'Creep'. Just joking what about something from a musical"
"Perfect Santana what about 'Don't rain on my parade' she loves that"
Santana went about downloading the song as she contemplated the look on the blondes face.
"Right done, you've done your defend her honour thing and I've changed my tone. Just so you know, you're whipped my friend. Totally gone crazy for Berry's juice. Hahaha"
Laughing and considering her friends statement, she knew that it was true.
"You say I'm whipped. You're ringtone for Brits is Songbird. So give it up Santana we're both in big trouble. Hahaha"
Nodding at her friends last statement Santana pulled out her phone and started texting her love. Leaving Quinn to her own thoughts. Which were filled with Rachel. Just 2 hours before they would be in the same space again. Quinn couldn't contain her smile as she drove towards her Rachel.