A/N: A little bit of a flashback, a little bit of sweetness, a lot of morning sex, enjoy!
Chapter Fourteen: 13 Weeks
Quinn stretched out her body as she slowly awoke the next morning, hearing a soft mewl of protest coming from the body curled up against her front. Santana was cuddled up against her, their arms around each other with the brunette's head tucked snug under Quinn's chin while Puck's arms were around Quinn, pressing against her back as he tightened his grip against her movements.
Quinn loved waking up sandwiched between the two people she loved, but that morning after the events of the previous day, it reminded her of what she now had, what she had overcome and lived through to get to where she now was, a happy place.
As Santana stirred again, her soft breath brushing across Quinn's neck, Quinn realised that she didn't want to do this day without Puck and Santana by her side. Though the night before she had said she wanted to meet with her Grandmother alone, the thought of not being near her boyfriend and girlfriend made Quinn start to panic a little bit.
"Maybe I'm not quite as fine with everything as I keep trying to say I am," Quinn though to herself, though she wasn't ready to admit that out loud to anyone.
Content to lay in the comfort of both Puck and Santana's embrace for a little while longer, Quinn let her eyes drift shut again, her thoughts turning to seeing her Grammy in just a few hours. Quinn and Clara had been close as the younger girl was growing up, she was the only grandparent Quinn had any memories of, and Quinn had always adored the older lady.
Quinn thought back to the last time she had talked to her Grammy, she had been so happy to hear her voice, telling her all about school and her life, so wrapt up in the conversation she hadn't heard Russell open her bedroom door.
Quinn laughed at something her Grandmother said.
"Oh Grammy, only you would say something like that."
Russell appeared in front of the teenager, his eyes dark with anger and Quinn quickly made an excuse to end the call.
As soon as Quinn ended the call on her cell phone Russell snatched the device, throwing it hard against the far wall, shattering it into pieces before he grabbed Quinn, picking her up from her bed by her upper arm and slapping her across the face before she had the chance to react.
"I've told you, I don't want you talking to that old bitch," Russell seethed, laying another slap across his daughter's already pink cheek.
"I'm sorry," Quinn cried out, feeling the tears fall across her burning face. "I just wanted to tell her happy birthday."
"You're always disobeying me, Quinnie," Russell spat. "One day you'll learn it's just not worth it."
Quinn yelped as Russell twisted her arm up behind her back, landing a punch to the blonde's stomach, followed by another and another until Quinn was ready to collapse, the only thing keeping her standing was the way Russell was still holding her arm painfully.
Russell suddenly let her go, and as Quinn crumbled to the floor he landed two swift kicks to her thigh and one to her ribs before he walked calmly out of the room. A few hours later when Quinn had gone downstairs for dinner, her ribs burning with every breath and her stomach already darkened with bruises, Russell had acted like nothing had happened, though Quinn could smell the alcohol on his breath from across the wide table.
"Baby, are you okay?" Santana's voice brought Quinn out of her flashback. The brunette had woken up to Quinn's soft sobs, and she was startled to find her girlfriend crying, so lost in her own thoughts she hadn't noticed Santana shifting in her arms.
"Sorry," Quinn sobbed, wiping at her eyes furiously with the back of her hand.
"Don't apologise," Santana's voice was soft. "You have nothing to apologise for, it's okay to be sad."
"I'm not sad," Quinn argued, sniffling lightly. "I was remembering the last time I talked to my Grammy, and the way that Russell hurt me afterwards, I could almost feel the pain in my ribs again."
Santana stiffened at Quinn's admission, unsure quite how to deal with this, but knowing that Quinn needed to talk her feelings out.
"Do you want to tell me what he did?" Santana truthfully couldn't stand to hear about her girlfriend being hurt by her own Father but she knew that Quinn needed to stop bottling things up before she went crazy.
"He threw my phone, and slapped me," Quinn started, shaking a little as she remembered the sting of his hand. "He twisted my arm up behind me, he knew that I had to stand there and take it when he held me like that, otherwise it hurt too much to try and move away from him."
"That fucker," Santana swore, her arms tightening impossibly around Quinn.
"He started punching my stomach, I had to hide in the changing rooms for weeks so nobody would see the bruises when we had practice. Then when he finally let me go he kicked me in the ribs, I'm pretty sure a few got broken, cheerleading was brutal, every move made me want to cry out, but I couldn't let anyone know."
Santana hadn't ever thought about her girlfriend having to deal with the aftermath of Russell's beatings, being head cheerleader she had a lot of moves to do, and Santana only just now realised how much pain the blonde must have been in with her injuries. Santana shifted back from Quinn only enough to brush her fingers against the bump of Quinn's stomach, where the bruises would have been from Russell's beating. Quinn started to sob a little harder as she felt Santana's fingers brushing against where her baby lay inside her before moving up to skim along the bottom of her ribcage.
"I wish you had of told me all this years ago, Kitten," Santana's own cheeks were wet with her tears now. "God I would have killed him, and taken care of you."
Quinn smiled, leaning forward to brush her lips lightly against Santana's.
"I know you would of, San," Quinn replied. "And I love you for it."
"I love you too," Santana whispered softly, brushing the hair off Quinn's face as Quinn leaned in for another kiss.
Puck awoke a few minutes later as Quinn pulled out of his embrace, rolling onto Santana as their kiss deepened. It took a few seconds for him to wake up and realise what his girlfriends were doing next to him, but once Puck comprehended his girlfriends were making out only inches from him, he quickly rolled over to his side, placing a hand on Quinn's back and sliding it down to her ass.
"Morning," Quinn gasped as she pulled back from Santana's mouth, feeling the brunette attach her lips to Quinn's neck instead. Puck bent down to kiss Quinn, wasting no time slipping his tongue between her lips as Santana sucked harshly on her collarbone.
Quinn ground her hips down hard against Santana's, feeling her girlfriend's body buck up against her own as she bit down on Quinn's sensitive skin, making Quinn cry out and break the kiss with Puck.
"Getting rough, Lopez?" Puck teased, swooping down to claim Santana's already swollen lips with his own, leaving Quinn to slide down Santana's body, her eyes feasting on the already naked body of her girlfriend below her.
By the time Puck and Santana had broken for air, Quinn had made her way up Santana's body to her breasts, one hand tweaking and tugging on a nipple while her mouth worked on the other. Puck nudged Quinn's hand out of the way, leaning down to take Santana's nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hard bud and enjoying the soft moan that fell from Santana's lips.
Puck slid his hand down over Santana's stomach, and when he reached Santana's waist he came into contact with Quinn's hand which was already moving further down Santana's body.
As Quinn ran her fingers through Santana's folds she moved her body up slightly so she could kiss Santana again, loving the way the brunette moaned into her mouth and clutched at her back, fingers digging into the skin almost painfully.
Quinn used her wet fingers to circle Santana's clit lightly, pulling back from the kiss to watch Santana's eyes roll back at the sensations. Quinn could feel Puck's hand brush against hers and then from the gasp that came from Santana's lips, Quinn knew he had slipped his fingers deep inside her.
"Feel good, baby?" Quinn asked, breaking the otherwise silent exchange and Santana couldn't help but moan at the blonde's breathless words.
"So good," Santana panted. "But I wanna taste you, kitten."
Quinn let out a soft moan at her girlfriend's words, looking up to lock eyes with Puck who was sliding two fingers slowly in and out of Santana, teasing the brunette.
"Okay, but I want Puck to fuck you," Quinn's green eyes sparkled as she spoke, looking from Puck to Santana and back again, knowing neither of the pair would deny the request.
"Anything you want, beautiful girl," Puck grinned, winking at Santana as he moved his fingers faster and deeper for a few seconds before replacing them with his cock.
Quinn was always mesmerized watching Puck entering Santana, she of course knew exactly how his body felt entering her own, but every time she got the chance, she couldn't help but watch her girlfriend and boyfriend's bodies move together.
"Fuck, hurry up and get over here," Santana ordered Quinn, reaching up and pinching Quinn's nipple lightly to get the blonde's attention.
As Quinn went to swing her leg over to straddle Santana, the brunette held up a hand to stop her.
"No, Kitten, turn around so you can still watch, I know you love it," Santana's eyes moved down to where Puck was steadily pumping his cock in and out of Santana's body, waiting for the girls to get themselves situated.
"Oh god," Quinn moaned, shifting herself so she could do as Santana asked, leaning forward on her hands slightly as Santana's tongue snaked out and licked her slowly several times. "San, fuck!"
Quinn couldn't help but rock back against Santana as the brunette started to work her over faster, her tongue and lips working her body perfectly as she watched Puck's hips roll with every stroke.
It didn't take long before the blonde was crying out, digging her nails into Santana's hip as she felt her orgasm wash over her endlessly. Santana knew she could draw another one from her girlfriend, so she slowed down for a few seconds and then sucked Quinn's overly-sensitive clit between her lips.
Puck could tell that Santana was on the verge of her own orgasm and he swept his hands under her legs to pull their bodies tighter together, feeling the brunette's muscles start to twitch with the deeper movements.
Quinn could feel Santana's moans vibrating through her core and less than a minute after her first orgasm, Quinn was moaning again, feeling the familiar waves of pleasure crash over her as Santana's entire body arched and then tensed under her before exploding into uncontrollable shuddering.
"Fuck Santana, oh! Quinn!" Puck grunted as he watched his girlfriends shattering in front of him, feeling Santana's muscles desperately milking his own orgasm from him as he exploded inside of her.
What felt like hours later, but in reality was only a few minutes, Quinn gathered enough sense to move off of Santana, collapsing against her girlfriend in a still-quivering heap. Puck withdrew from Santana's body, moving up the bed to curl up behind Quinn, kissing her on the top of her head as he shot Santana a weak smile.
"Good morning," Santana giggling breathlessly. "I'm not sure if anyone said that before the mauling."
"I said it to Puck," Quinn argued. "Right about when you were sucking on my neck, I swear if you've given me another hickey Santana Lopez..."
"You're just not scary when you threaten me, Kitten," Santana laughed, kissing Quinn's lips when she pouted.
"Fuck, we probably should get up for school," Puck interrupted as he looked at Santana's alarm clock. "Like about twenty minutes ago."
"No," Quinn shook her head, the moment over with as she felt the sense of panic sweep back over her at the thought of Puck and Santana being away from her right now. "I know I said last night that I wanted to do today alone, but I can't do it. Not without you here."