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"Do you wanna go to Mikes party tonight?" Santana asked, looking up from the text message she received. They were laying on deck chairs in the backyard each flipping through magazines.
"Who is going?" Quinn looked up from the pages, as Santana's fingers typed out the message.
"Mike say's; Finn, Mercedes, Kurt, Matt, the soccer guys that are his friends and some of the dancers from the studio he goes to."
"No Puck?"
"Please." Santana rolled her eyes, slipping the phone back into her pocket. "It's a party in Lima. Of course he'll be there."
"Maybe I'll just hang out here. Go, if you want." The blonde said, looking back at her book.
"Seriously. Don't not go because of that idiot." Santana exclaimed, "I'm making a decision. We're going, and I promise I won't let Puck anywhere near you."
"I don't think I should go in." Quinn exclaimed as they pulled into Mikes driveway. "Finn and Puck hate me, and everyone else thinks I'm a whore."
"Screw them." Santana replied, turning her head to face the Blonde as she turns off the car. "It's been like three months since the last time Puck talked to you. Longer than that if were talking about Finn. Neither of them have a right to be pissed at you, like two days after you guys broke up he was with man-hands. Don't even get me started on Puck and his list of women since he knocked you up."
"But still." Quinn fought. "They hate me. Everyone hates me."
"I don't hate you." Santana smiled, "Now get your newly toned ass out of my car." Quinn glared at her, and pushed the door open. They both got out of the car and headed up to the house. Quinn walked behind Santana admiring her outfit, She had chosen a tight back tank top, a thin green studded belt contrasting against the black denim of her short skirt and black converse. Santana pushed open the front door and pulled Quinn through the crowd.
A few hours later, Quinn wandered through the party guests looking for Santana. She clutched to her beer as she pushed though students she didn't recognize. Looking around, she noticed Kurt chatting with Mercedes over by the kitchen.
"Hey." Quinn said as she walked up to her team-mates. They turned and Kurt gave her a once over.
"Hey, Quinn." Kurt smiled, looking over to Mercedes who waved. "How's your summer going?"
"Yeah, it's fine." Quinn shrugged, "Working and such. Have you seen Santana?"
"You look amazing." Mercedes commented, as she look in the girls outfit. A tight fighting pale blue dress and simple white flats. "How's living with Santana. I mean I can't even imagine."
"It's actually not that bad. Her family is pretty cool."
"Do you have to like... vacate whenever she bring her newest conquest home?" Kurt asked, before raising an eyebrow. "Oh my god, tell me please if you know if the rumours about her and Brittany are true?"
Quinn knew that Santana and Brittany were involved. They weren't dating, because well... it's Santana and Brittany, but she knew the Latina made sure that whatever they were doing was not public knowledge.
"Oh. I don't know." Quinn stammered, taking a sip of her beer.
"I'd totally bet she's gay." Kurt smiled.
"No way." Mercedes responded. "She's slept with like every guy at school."
"No she hasn't!" Quinn defended, Kurt smiled smugly as he read the girl's face.
"She's right, 'cades." Kurt said, "That's Brittany. Santana's only been with Puck and Finn that I know of. Plus, my gaydar goes off big time with her."
"But she's always been so, like homophobic towards you." Mercedes replied, Quinn nodded.
"Self loathing." Kurt explained, "Anyway, she's outside being moody." Quinn nodded and grabbed two more beers out of the cooler and stepped outside. She walked over to where she saw the shadow of her friend leaning up against a tree.
"Here." She said, handing the beer to Santana.
"Thanks." Santana replied, putting it on the ground next to her. "What are you doing out here?"
"Avoiding anything with a penis. It's the time of night they starts looking for a new conquest."
"Good idea." Santana sighed, taking a sip of her bottle as the blonde sat down next to Santana on the grass,
"Do you miss B?" Quinn asked, she was not anywhere drunk; But, she was slightly more vocal then normal.
"What?" Santana snapped, turning to look at her. "Why would you ask me that."
"Because..." Quinn replied, "She's your friend and I mean you guys..."
"Nothing is going on with her and I." Santana responded, turning back to her drink.
"Don't lie." The blonde snapped back, "I sleep in the same room with you."
"We've never... with you in the room."
"Yeah. But, still I'm a light sleeper and sometimes you have these dreams..."
"Oh god." Santana blushed, which made Quinn smile. Quinn leaned in and whispered breathlessly into the girls ear.
"Please... God, that feels... Harder." Quinn smirked as she pulled away, noticing the still noticeable blush on the darker girls face. "I never thought you'd be one to beg, especially to Brittany."
Santana brought the bottle up to her lips and drained the remaining liquid of the bottle. "How do you know I was thinking about her." Santana smirked drunkenly as she raised her eyebrow.
"You have a point. Maybe, you were talking about Puck."
"Or Finn." Santana replied, before making a disgusted face. "I'd never fantasize about ether of those idiots."
"Are you gay?" Quinn asked bluntly, causing Santana to freeze.