"Quinn, this isn't exactly what I had in mind when I asked you to hang out with me," Santana pouts as she sits on the couch and watches the blonde girl shuffling papers around on the dining room table.
"I know, babe. I'm sorry… I'll be done in a few. I just have to make out the rest of these tutoring schedules."
"God, you're such an adult."
"It's not always a bad thing."
"It is 80% of the time."
"Hush. Go back to watching your TV show."
"It's pissing me off though. These characters keep making the worst decisions. Especially the lesbian, it's practically a horror movie. I don't think TV shows know what to do with us honestly."
Quinn laughs lightly. "Oh my god… Stop distracting me."
"Okay, okay."
The brunette sits up on the couch again, reverting her attention back to the TV set. She checks her phone and sees that it's already 7:00. Sighing softly, she sprawls across the couch and decides to text Brittany.
My gf hates me.
So soon? Usually u last at least a week.
I know. My charm must be fading fast. Better wife up soon.
LOL!
What's so funny?
The thought of you being wife'd up.
It could happen.
That's wat they said abt the apocalypse.
Santana sighs in frustration before checking the time again. 7:05.
Patience is overrated.
"I'm going to just pick up some takeout, okay, Q? Text me if you finish while I'm gone."
"Sounds good," The blonde calls after the Latina as she leaves the apartment.
She makes her way down the hallway to the elevator. As she pushes the down button she notices that it's on the very top floor, which makes her even more frustrated.
"Are you okay, Miss?"
She looks over to see an elderly man making his way toward the elevator. He's slightly hunched over but his eyes sparkle as if he's smiling all the time.
"I'm fine. The elevator is just at the top of the building and I'm not a very patient person."
He chuckles. "When you get to be my age, you learn to be patient. Your generation is always going a million miles a minute."
"I blame technology."
"As do I."
They stand there waiting for a few more moments as the elevator seemingly stops at every floor possible as it makes its way down.
"So who are you visiting?"
"Quinn, the blonde girl. She lives right down the hall."
"Oh, Quinn is a lovely girl. She visits us sometimes."
Santana nods, realizing this must be one half of the couple she was telling her about the other day. "Oh, yeah, she's told me about you."
"What did she say?"
"Not much. Just that you guys invite her over for dinner sometimes or to play cards."
"Yes, she's good at cards—"
An elderly woman pokes her head out from the apartment door down the hall opposite Quinn's apartment.
"Harry, don't forget the green beans!"
"Huh?" He cups his hand to one of his ears.
"Green beans!" She shouts and then she closes the door.
"You too, huh?" Santana asks the older man empathetically. "I'm getting food for Quinn and I as well."
"The thing is, I don't even like green beans. I only get them to make her happy."
The elevator finally arrives and they both get on. The brunette presses the lobby button and they begin their descent.
"How long have you two been married?"
"55 years, it will be 56 years next month."
"Sounds like a lot of green bean runs."
"You have no idea… Are you and Quinn together?"
"What makes you say that?"
"Well Merna says that Quinn is a lesbian. There's this one fellow on our floor that every woman goes crazy over except for her. Apparently that qualifies her as a lesbian."
Santana can't help but laugh. "We're not really together right now but we might be soon? We still have some things to figure out... It doesn't bother you that she likes girls?"
The older man shrugs. "When you get to be my age, you've seen it all. A nice girl is a nice girl."
The Latina smiles at him as they hear the ding of the elevator, signaling their arrival on the ground floor. She waits for him to exit first before she gets out and they both head out of the apartment building. Before they part ways, the elderly man calls out to her.
"Can I give you some advice?"
"Sure."
"I hope it works out with your girl. But remember: don't forget the green beans."
Santana looks at him somewhat confused but smiles anyway. "Okay, I won't… Nice to meet you, Harry."
And with that, they head in opposite directions. Harry to the grocery store; Santana to a local Thai restaurant. After she picks up the food, she decides to text Quinn to see if she's finished with her work.
Hey, how's it going? Are you done?
Yep. Just finished. I'm starving!
On my way. Meet me on the roof. Bring a blanket.
[\\]
As the Latina makes her way to the roof of Quinn's apartment she feels her heartbeat quicken exponentially. It's not like she hadn't gone on first dates before but then again none of her dates had been Quinn. There was something about the way that the girl looked at her that made her nervous. She wasn't used to people looking at her and actually seeing her. There were always walls; there was always a façade. Santana often thought that she was grateful that people couldn't get into her thoughts easily. It kept her protected. But with Quinn, it was different. And that still scared her.
Her nerves manage to get the best of her as she reaches the door at the top of the staircase. For a second she considers turning around but a part of her knows that there is no going back now. Not unless she's prepared to fully lose her. So, in spite of herself, she walks out onto the roof. She's met by the sight of the girl sitting on the blanket waiting for her.
"Hey, in the mood for some Pad Thai?"
The blonde turns her head to face her. "More than you could ever know."
Santana makes her way over to the blanket and divides the boxes between them, digging around for the plastic silverware. She finally finds it and let's out a little victory yell that causes Quinn to giggle.
"I like this," The green-eyed girl says as she watches her.
The Latina smiles at her. "Me too."
"I miss you."
"I was only gone for a few moments and it was worth it, see?" She holds up the Pad Thai triumphantly.
"I mean I miss you even right now."
Santana cocks her head at her. "I'm right here."
"I know. It just feels like you've been away for far too long. I just want to hold you as much as possible. I think it's all just starting to sink in, I've wanted this for so long."
The brunette closes the gap between them and wraps her arm around the blonde. "Come here, you silly."
The blonde closes her eyes and leans into her as she wraps her arm around Santana's neck to bring her closer. She breathes her in. "You and your damn vanilla."
The other girl laughs lightly. "You always smell like lavender…" Feeling Quinn's heat against her makes her sigh contentedly. "It is kind of surreal… Being able to touch you whenever I want to." As if to emphasize her point, she runs a hand along the blonde's thigh.
"And kiss?" The girl looks up at her expectantly.
"Why would I wanna do that?" Santana makes a face causing the other girl to playfully slap her and push her away.
"Mood ruined."
She laughs, "Calm down, will ya? You're the one that wanted to wait. And now we have all the time in the world."
Something about her words seems to make the other girl uneasy as she says, "There's kind of something we need to talk about."
"Can it wait? I'm really hungry."
The other girl nods as she picks up her food. "Yeah, it can wait."
"Good, wouldn't wanna ruin our first official date or anything." She says it teasingly but the other girl seems genuinely worried about it so she doesn't press the issue any further. They both eat in silence for a few moments. "You know, I ran into Harry on my way out."
"Aw, really? Isn't he adorable?"
"He's pretty cool actually. It was funny cause he told me he was going to get green beans even though he didn't like them, he only got them because—" She sits up a little straighter as if lost in thought. "I get it now."
Quinn looks at her in confusion. "Huh?"
"He told me not to forget the green beans."
"You're so weird."
Santana sticks her tongue out at her. "I think you mean wise."
The girl shakes her head as she takes another bite of her Thai food. "I think I know what I mean."
"If you keep being mean to me, I'm not going to let you in my pants."
Quinn cracks up. "Oh my god, you're hopeless." The Latina sets her food down and tackles the other girl to the ground, holding her arms down so she can't fight back. The blonde smiles at her as she sighs defeatedly, "What happened to not letting me in your pants?"
The brunette seems to think about it for a moment. "I might reconsider if you do something for me."
"What's that?"
"Tell me you love me."
"You know I do."
"But I like to hear it."
"Okay… I love you." The green-eyed girl smiles as the Latina leans in close enough so that she's able to feel the warmth of her breath against her lips. "Your turn."
This causes the other girl to pull back slightly as she releases her grip on Quinn's arms. She rolls off of her and props herself up on one of her arms as she faces her. "I love you."
"Don't do that."
"What?"
"Not touch me when you say it," She scoots herself closer to her and wraps herself around her.
"Sorry, I didn't realize—"
"It's okay." The blonde plants a chaste kiss on her lips. "Now say it." She plants another quick kiss on them and smiles when she sees the way they smile back at her.
"I love you."
"Can I really kiss you now?" Quinn asks playfully. "I swear that I'll mean it."
Santana nods as she smiles into the kiss, her arms pulling the blonde girl as close as possible. She feels a tingling sensation shoot through her body as the familiar taste of the girl manages to satisfy and deepen her hunger all at once. For the first time since their first kiss, there's nothing bittersweet about it. The lust has been replaced by a warmer feeling, something that makes them forget about the past. It's a kiss that heals.
When they finally break apart, Santana keeps herself close to Quinn. "So, I knew you were a good kisser but daaamn, girl." She smiles as the blonde laughs. "I kinda wanna jump your bones right now." She nibbles playfully on her ear before nuzzling herself into the girl's neck. "I never thought it was possible for me to love someone as much as I love you."
And suddenly, she feels Quinn's body heat up in a way she hasn't felt before. In one swift movement, she's on top of her covering her in kisses as her hands reintroduce themselves to Santana's body. A mixture of confusion and excitement lace her words as she tries to get the blonde's attention.
"Um, what's happening?"
The green eyes finally find her brown ones as she grins at her. "Relax, babe. I've got this." She plants a confident kiss on her lips, as Santana can't help but laugh/moan.
Women are just too confusing.
Her body reacts to Quinn's as the girl touches and kisses her in all the right places. Undressing her as she goes. Building her up, up, up until she finally lets go and gives herself over to her completely. A satisfied moan leaving her body as she comes.
When she's done, she settles herself back down next to Santana and gives her a lingering kiss. The surprised look the Latina still wears seems to satisfy her all the more. Not really knowing what just happened, she laughs lightly. "I think I just had déjà vu."
"Really?" The blonde looks at her, curious.
"Yep." The brunette wraps an arm around her, holding her. "I just realized we've met before."
"What? You mean on the subway?"
"No… Once upon a dream… Adolescent wet dream that is." She smiles as she feels the girl's laughter rock her body. "My turn, right?" She raises an eyebrow at her suggestively and waits for a playful slap or remark but instead she's met with an inviting smile and kiss. It's a combo that knocks the wind right out of her.
Girl knows how to work it.