Chapter 17
Nearly five days after Quinn's freak out with Santana, Dr. Lopez came into his hospital room with a smile on his face. "Hey Quinn." He said as he brought a duffel bag over and placed it on the end of the bed. "How are you feeling today?"
"Like I wanna leave," he said simply. "You told San I would be able to leave nearly a week ago." He turned to look up at his girlfriend's father from the book he was reading.
"I know I did. But your infection got worse than we thought it would at first and you needed some more observation, but," he smiled, "you think you wanna leave today?" Quinn's eyes went wide, "Yep, I got permission to take you back to the house today. What do you think about that?"
He pushed himself up and pulled the blanket off his legs. "Can we go now?"
Emilio laughed softly and nodded, "How about we get you washed up and dressed. Your friend Samuel dropped off some of your clothing if you wanna put something on after you bathe?"
"Sweet," Quinn smiled and took the help to get up onto the crutches that Emilio offered. The doctor put a plastic shower covering over the the fabric and metal brace off the boy's knee and helped him sit down in the wheelchair he had waiting. "The nurse is still going to help you okay?" He said as he took him over to the bathroom and the waiting nurse who'd been helping him.
"Okay," Quinn nodded as he headed in to get cleaned up. After the bath, Emilio turned around as Quinn was helped out of the bathroom and struggled to get his briefs on and his packing penis into the right place before he told Emilio he could turn around. The older man helped Quinn get the khaki coloured cargo shorts on and socks on his feet. Quinn looked in the bag and saw his binder. "I guess I don't need this anymore," he remarked as he pushed it aside and waited as Dr. Lopez put new dressings on Quinn's chest.
"Not for now, but maybe for a bit after these dressings get removed," he remarked. "For now though, you're all good with just your bandages. Plus it would hurt pretty bad with the stitches." Emilio helped Quinn put on a surgical shirt to hold the dressings onto him and then handed him the teal t-shirt. Quinn pulled it on and ran his hand over his flat chest with a smile. "It's cold you might want a jacket, Son." Emilio remarked as he held open an old track jacket from his undergrad university.
"Thanks," Quinn said as he pulled the black jacket on and grabbed his baseball cap and pulled it over his messed up hair. "I need to get my hair fixed."
"I'm sure San will take you," he said as he got everything he needed and helped Quinn back into the chair. "Speaking of, she doesn't know you're coming home today and her cellphones off because she's at practice... do you feel up to going to see her and having her drive you home? She's got your car today."
"Are you kidding?" Quinn smiled, "Of course."
Emilio helped Quinn out of his wife's SUV, helping him up on his crutches and watching as the teen carefully moved down the paved path towards the bleachers. The older couple got back in the car when he finally got to the structure and seated.
It took a lot of effort for him to hoist himself up into the stands and he was tired by the time he got his leg propped up on the bench in front of him. His eyes scanned the field and he smiled when he saw his former squad running formations in the centre of the football field with Santana at the helm. He rested back and worked on catching his breath as he watched his girlfriend do his former job with a lot more ease then he ever did.
Santana was barking orders and pushing the girls harder than they'd been pushed under her and Quinn's co-reign as captains. She was determined to make something good come out of what happened and make Quinn proud of her and to her mind, pushing the squad to a new Nationals title seemed to be the best way. The fact that working so hard distracted her from the fact she wasn't able to go see Quinn until after practice was over was a bonus.
Sue's whistle cut across the field, ending the practice with a bellowed "Get off my field, sloppy babies!" and a blast from her air horn. Half of the squad collapsed and the other half only barely managed to stay standing. "Hey, who's that?" was the first gasped comment as someone noticed Quinn sitting in the bleachers. "He's cute!"
Santana turned slowly, ready to yell at whoever had the idiotic gall to spy on their practice when she realized just who it was in the bleachers. A bright smile wreathed her face as she looked up at him, shaking her head in happy shock. "That's my boyfriend!" she cried happily, ignoring Brittany's angry scowl and the muttered "I thought she was a lesbian?" behind her.
She all but threw herself up the bleachers on tired legs to fling her arms around Quinn and kiss him hard. "You're out!" she laughed, her knees going on either side of his hips, being careful not to jar his knee.
"Hey, baby," Quinn said into Santana's ear, "I think I like watching you cheer a lot more than ordering you around." He tugged her closer and pulled her into a deep kiss. "I got out and I thought I'd come surprise you."
"I'm surprised," Santana smiled happily, dropping kisses along his neck. "You're coming home with me, right?" Her voice dropped lower, sounding husky as she nibbled on his neck, "I really want you in my bed tonight."
"Yes, I'm out of the hospital for good and I get to come home with you," he smiled and slid his hands up her back under her uniform top. "Do you need to go to the locker room? Or are you good?" He asked before looked over her shoulder and seeing Brittany at the edge of the bleachers. "Brittany is watching." He whispered.
"Ugh," she hissed, resting her head on his shoulder, "I'm getting so sick of her. Why can't she just realize that I'm over her and with you now? I don't know what she fucking wants from me."
"I know," he groaned, looking around her lover to the other blonde as she came up the bleachers towards them. "Can I help you?" he grumbled looking at her former friend. "I'm having a moment with Santana."
"No, um, I just wanted -" Brittany began, her eyes narrowed ominously as she tried to get a good look at his features around Santana only to be cut off by Santana sitting up right and glaring at Brittany.
"Look, Britt, I don't know what the hell you want, but I'm not interested. So go back to your squad and do whatever but leave me and my boyfriend alone!" Santana snapped.
"Don't be mean," Quinn chastised, his hands slid up Santana's thighs and he pressed a kiss to her neck. "Let's just go home okay?"
Santana shivered, letting Quinn calm her down with his touch. "Yeah," she breathed, nuzzling his neck. "I want you in my bed."
Brittany glared, "You're supposed to be my friend, San. You're supposed to hang out with me, but instead you go off right after practice all the time and we haven't hung out in weeks!"
"Jesus, Brittany, what the hell is wrong with you? I told you Quinn was in the hospital! Don't you understand that that's a lot more important than hanging out with my ex who fucking dumped me to go back to the goddamn crippled tool who she screwed me over for the last time?" Santana snapped at her, angry at the girl for continuing to push at her, "I've got better things to do than cater to your fucking delicate sensibilities now that I've got someone who actually cares about me so go fuck your crippled boyfriend and have cripple babies and leave me alone!"
Brittany's lip jutted out and she started crying. Her leg swung up and kicked Quinn's crutches, "Your boyfriend's a cripple too! And he's stupid!" She screamed before running off. Quinn just rolled his eyes and smoothed his hands down Santana's body.
"Don't worry about her, baby," Quinn whispered as he tried to calm the girl down. "Let's get out of here."
Santana trembled as she let herself rest in Quinn's embrace. "She just makes me so mad sometimes," she whispered into his neck. "She doesn't want me but she doesn't want me to be happy. Can we just go home? I want you alone please."
"I know, but, baby, you gotta get off me so we can go. You can straddle me all you want when we get to your place." He smiled softly as he pinched her ass. "Off, baby girl."
"Hey!" Santana yelped, jumping off and rubbing abused ass with a smirk, "Damn, I've missed you. Now get up so I can be taking you home and having my way with you like I've been wanting to for the last few weeks." She held out a hand to help Quinn up. "We can stop for Breadstix on the way."
Quinn got up, leaning on her for support as he snatched his kicked crutches. "Lets go, baby," he said as he followed her to her car.
After a quick lunch at Breadstix and a purse full of tasty ﾑsticks for Santana to consume in the coming days they got back to the Lopez house. Quinn sat on his butt and inched up the stairs backwards on his own rather than depend on Santana more than he had to, though he did let her bring his crutches up. He got to his feet with the girl's help and he looked at the two bedrooms across from each other. "Do you wanna go in your room?" He asked as he looked sadly at the room across from hers with a makeshift hospital set up. "I really don't wanna go in there."
"Yes," Santana whispered, walking backwards with her hands on Quinn's hips, partially to help support him, but mostly just to touch him. "I think it's been too long since you've been in my bed, handsome. Do you want me?" she teased softly with a wink.
"Yes, I want you," he whispered as he stood with her. He leaned close and kissed her. "I want you in my arms, I want your lips on mine, and I want your body."
"Good," she whispered, her lips brushing his as she spoke, backing them into her room and helping him to lie down on her bed, "because I want you too."
She carefully helped him take off his clothes, being careful with his injury. When she finally got everything but his surgical shirt and knee brace off, she moved back off the bed with a smile and got his strap-on out of her dresser. Coming back to the bed, she carefully hooked the harness onto his body, fingers brushing over the erection now sprouting from her hips.
"There," she smiled up at Quinn, "now you're all here with me."
He smiled and ran his hand over his dick. "Come here," he said as he held her hips and tugged the zipper on her skirt down. "Not as smooth as I'd like to be," he said softly as he tried to undress her. "This is hard." He pouted as he realized at his angle he couldn't get her clothing off.
She smiled at him, gently taking his hands off of her. "How about this time," she smirked, stepping back until she was sure he could see all of her, "I do it for you?" She tugged the zipper up on her shell and pulled it off over her head, tossing it aside before grabbing the hem of her sports bra and pulling it off, freeing her breasts to his gaze. "I just want you to lay back and relax, Q."
"Do I get to touch at all? Because I really, really enjoy the touching." He smiled as he let his eyes rake over the beautiful girl standing before him. "You're stunning, Santana."
"Oh, you'll get to touch," Santana chuckled, slipping her skirt offs as she toed off her shoes and socks. Her thumbs hooked into her panties and spankies and pulled them down, showing off her carefully groomed body and bare core. "I'm yours, Quinn. You're the only one I want, okay?" She crawled on the bed beside him to kiss him softly. "So stop worrying about all that crap about me not wanting you because you're a guy. I want you."
He reaches forward and kisses her with promise. His lips trying to convey everything he needed her to know and everything he felt as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her for awhile like that before his hand crept up and glided down her arm and across her back. He stroked her smooth skin and kissed her deeper, "I want you, too."
Santana pulled away with a smile, "I want to make you feel good." She kissed down his body, moving to kiss his bare thighs, running her hands over the stubble covering his legs. Smirking up at him, she grasped his erection at the base and dragged her tongue along the bottom of it, watching him.
He moaned softly. "San... wait a sec." He said softly, reaching one of his hands between his legs and acquiring as much of his essence as he could in a short moment he could stand to touch that part of himself and rubbing it on the phallus. He hated touching that part of himself, but he knew it was something that Santana wanted - to taste him. He pulled his hand away once the cock was as slicked with his juices as he could get it. "Okay..."
"Quinn," Santana breathed, dragging her eyes up from her lover's glistening phallus to his eyes. "Are you sure?"
He nodded, "Please, see how much I need you?" He indicated, not sure if he meant his faux erection or the amount of arousal his biological anatomy produced.
Santana's eyes shone suspiciously as she smiled up at him. She'd never really thought she'd feel as strongly as she did in that moment, but the words to express how she felt caught in her throat and she could just duck her head with a shy smile. She slipped her tongue out and carefully licked some of the arousal from his member, moaning softly in the back of her throat at being able to taste her lover for the first time. "Oh God, you taste good, Quinn," she whispered before taking his head into her mouth and sucking his fluids off of his cock, trying to taste as much as she could.
He whimpered, his body trying to move with her but the pain from his injuries keeping him mostly still. He watched her hungrily lick and suck the taste off and he wished he could give her more. "Tell... tell me if... if it starts tasting bad again," he whispered as he slipped his hand down to cup her breast as best he could.
"You can't taste bad," Santana murmured as she pulled away with a dazedly pleased expression at getting to taste him, a trail of saliva connecting them for a moment, "but, if it's okay, I'd really like to feel you in me..."
"Y-yeah," he exhaled, his hand coming off her breast and talking her hand. He helped her climb onto him and he slipped his hand up and cupped her core. "Mmm, I love when your wet," he moaned, his thumb brushing against her clit.
"Oh God," she moaned, reaching between them to press his fingers into her wetness, coating his fingers, "all for you." She slid his coated fingers down to his cock, encouraging him to stroke himself and lube his dick with her essence. "I want you to guide into me," she whispered, hovering over him so his head just brushed between her swollen folds, her arousal dripping down his member.
"Fuck," he groaned, his hand moving the shaft so it ran the length of her cunt. He popped the tip of his head into her entrance on one pass, only to quickly remove it and stroke more. He finally guided himself into her slowly. "So tight," he remarked as his hand came to his mouth so he could lick his fingers.
"You're," her breath caught in her throat as she felt her body stretching to accommodate him, "you're just that big." She panted watching him lick her essence off his fingers. "God, I love watching you do that," she whimpered, slowly rolling her hips to slide him fully into her until her body settled firmly against his, his member fully sheathed in her core.
"I love that you can take it all," he moaned as his hands moved down to her ass. "I can't do as much as I would like... or you know anything at all." He sighed, "but, I promise to make you come."
"Quinn, stop worrying about pleasing me and just let me be with you," Santana chided gently, beginning to move on top of him, his member sliding in and out of her. "Let me try something?" she asked with a shaky voice, reaching for his hands and tangling their fingers together before pushing them down to the bed over his head. She had to lean forward to do so, bringing her breasts down within reach of his mouth and the shift in position pushing his member in at an angle that made her shudder with each roll of her hips and press the base of his member against his clit. "Is this okay?"
He groaned unattractively as the base hit his clit. His eyes flickered up to see her and note now beautiful she looked and he focused on that instead of the confusion about his pleasure. He licked the presented tip of her breast and tried to rock his hips into her when he pulled her nipple between his lips despite the way it made his healing ribs ache.
She moaned at the stimulation of her body as she moved against Quinn. "God, you feel good in me," she whispered, her voice deep and husky with want, "do you feel the same? Do you feel good when we're together like this?" She didn't know, but she hoped she could make him feel as good as he made her feel.
He pulled away. "Yes," he gasped out his answer, "you make me feel amazing. I like being like this with you," he whispered against her flesh. "Tasting you, and feeling your body shudder."
"Okay," Santana whispered, slowly beginning to move faster, riding Quinn and stroking her entire body up along his. She moaned softly, her breath coming faster and faster as Quinn's mouth and cock took her higher and higher, a slight shift pressing the base of his member against her clit and making her cry out softly with each thrust.
"You're so beautiful riding me," he whimpered, his clit throbbing with unfamiliar stimulation. "God," he groaned as he bit her breast roughly, "I want you to come, I wanna feel you squeeze my dick."
"I wish you could feel me," she whimpered, riding him faster, trying hard to keep her weight off him. "I wish you could... I'm so close, Q... S-so c-close..."
"I can... just I can." He whispered his mind causing his clit to pulse and his fantasy of his dick being strangled by her pussy being played out in his head. He sucked at her nipple again, nipping it every few moments.
"God, Quinn, I," she gasped, her orgasm washing over her and pushing the words I love you into the back of her throat again as her body arched and spasmed against her lover. She keened softly and panted as her body finally released her from her climax to slump down on her arms and knees on either side of Quinn, still trying to keep from hurting him even as lost in her body's rush of sensation.
Quinn groaned as his body buzzed with the pain seeping through his medicated and arousal driven high. He wrapped his arms around her despite the groan of protest his chest gave at the feel of pulling skin and tightening muscles. His body was still humming with pleasure, Santana's muscles pressing the base of his cock tauntingly into his clit and making him squirm. He hated falling over into orgasm. It wasn't natural for him and he still didn't know how to make one come about after. He wanted to feel pleasure but the self hatred that came along with the feeling was almost too much sometimes.
He nuzzled into her neck, his fingers stroking her back as he fought to catch her breath. "So beautiful," he murmured.
She nipped at his ear, shivering at the feeling of still being filled by his still stiff member. "Can you come for me?" she whispered almost pleadingly. "I know it's not the same... but can you?" She shifted her hips to rub his member against him, moaning softly as his member bumped and rubbed against her g-spot in the process. "I... I want to give you release, Q. I want to know I can do that for you... that it's not just about me..."
His eyes rolled back in his head. "B-baby," he whimpered, his breath coming in laboured pants. He hated that he had somehow convoluted his emotions into feeling like orgasming was a bad thing. He bit his lip and watched her, knowing how much Santana wanted him to be able to feel her giving him pleasure.
Santana groaned, rocking against him, her arousal slicking down his cock and coating their thighs. "God, I love seeing you like this," she moaned, fingers tangling with his where she had his hands still pinned above his head. Her eyes were dark with emotion and locked with his as she moved above him. "I want you to come for me, babe. I wish you could shoot your hot load deep in me, but I really really wanna see you release. Just lose yourself for me," she panted, riding him faster, the sounds of their connection filling the room, "it's the best gift you could give me right now..."
He arched up under her, his eyes fluttering away as he tried to figure out how to find his release. He furrowed his brow, trying to focus hard on getting his body to do what she wanted.
"Quinn," she whispered, flattening down until she was almost pressing into his body, her breasts just brushing his chest, the curtain of her dark hair falling down around their faces, "relax. It's just me. Just tell me when you feel good, okay?" She rocked against him, "It's okay if you can't right now. You did kinda turn yourself into the last action hero not too long ago," she smirked, leaning in to kiss him.
He whimpered his body on the edge of something. "I... I can." He arched up, trying to pull free of her grip as he shuddered, his body finally giving into tiny tremors of a little orgasm. He moaned almost breathlessly as he slumped into the bed. He clung onto her as he breathed through his swell with his head pressed against hers and their hands conjoined.
Santana's own second orgasm washed over her shortly after and she carefully slid off of him with a tiny whimper to cuddle into his side so she wouldn't accidentally hurt him. "You're amazing," she whispered, brushing her hand gently over his chest and abdomen, stopping just above where his dick still rode high on his hips, glistening with her arousal. "Don't get hurt anymore, okay? Stay with me..."
"Unless my dad comes back to finish the job..." He whispered, "I don't plan on getting hurt again." He sighed and pressed a kiss to her temple.
Santana nodded and reached down to drag her comforter up over them and resting her head carefully on Quinn's shoulder. "Let's just stay like this okay?" She looked down as she snuggled, seeing Quinn's boner tenting the comforter up at their waist, "Actually... maybe we should um... do something about that first. That's not really a conversation I want to have with my mom and dad, you know?"
"They're not gonna have an issue with me naked in your bed?" He laughed as he unhooked his hard on from this harness. "I can put the other one on or go without if you want. Also... do you have like a tissue or something?" He asked as he held the dick.
"If it wouldn't be seriously weird, I'd suggest you lick it off," she teased, reaching over and grabbing a couple of tissues from the box by her bed and handing them to him. "And if you're worried," she got up, walking to his clothes nude with her thighs and core still glistening with her arousal to bend over and pick up his soft packer, kissing it before handing it to him with a wink, "I'm sure I could find you something to wear. Some sweats maybe?" She suggested, heading over to her closet to pull out a pair of shorts and a tank top.
"I mean or just my boxers." He said softly as he took the tissues and wiped the extreme wetness that seeped out of his core up. He made sure he was dry before reaching for his flaccid cock. He didn't notice Santana watching him clean himself up though.
"I know you're not cool with it, but I wish I could help with stuff like that," she whispered softly, pulling on a pair of shorts and a tank top before bringing his boxers and a pair of her Cheerios sweats over to the bed. "I kinda like seeing it though," she smiled wistfully handing the clothes over before climbing back into the bed to help her lover dress. "So, maybe it's kinda stupid but it makes me feel good to know I affect you, you know, like that."
"It's gross," he said as he finished cleaning his core and tossed the tissues in the trash. "I read somewhere that that thing..." he pointed to his clit that was peaking out from under a patch of light brown fuzz covering his core. "can grow pretty big..." He said as he looked at it, imagining it bigger. "Like a little dick," he said with a smile as he worked on hooking his packing cock into the harness.
"Yeah, like I guess so. I mean, if regular guys can use pumps and stuff to get bigger, I'd guess gir... erm, I mean, people like you could too." She ducked her head, focusing on helping him get dressed instead of trying to apologize for her accidental almost calling him a girl. "You want something like that?"
"No... I just," he sighed, putting his false cock to cover his folds. He pulled his boxers to cover him and then helped San with the pants and rolled it up to his thigh so his leg could fit with brace. "If it grows it could be cool... If it didn't... look like it does now maybe it would be better."
Being told that turning her lover on was gross still stung slightly but Santana just cuddled in against his side and pulled the covers over them. "Yeah, maybe. I guess. I just want you to be like happy and stuff, Q."
"I'm just not happy with that part of my body... you know? I just doesn't feel right to me." He sighed and held her and kissed her head.
"I know," she shrugged, resting her head on his shoulder and her arm carefully across his stomach, "I just... I know I'm really like out there with sex and stuff, but I'm not really as confident as I like to act, you know? I like knowing I make you happy even if... that part isn't really part of it."
"You're not out there, baby," he said softly. "You make me happier than I ever thought was possible okay?" he whispered cuddling into her and the blanket. "Being with you like we just were... or laying with you like we are right now. That makes me happy. That makes everything that happened to me worth it, okay?" He tangled their fingers together, "You're worth it."
"I hope so," Santana sighed softly, warm and safe feeling in Quinn's arms. "I like you here with me like this," she admitted, yawning softly. "Can I sneak in with you when you gotta sleep in your bed for your leg and stuff?"
"I'm broken and your parents still like me so... hopefully they can deal with us napping together." Quinn sighed, "You know... it's probably easier letting a boy in your room when they can't knock you up."
"I'm sure you don't mind trying though," Santana teased, kissing the corner of his jaw. "But I'm not that worried about my parents. I don't think they'd really freak unless they walked in with you fucking me from behind giving them a full crotch shot of your dick sliding in and out of my junk. So, no explicit and obvious we're fucking and I think we're okay. I just was," she shrugged, "I don't know. I wanted to make sure it was okay with you."
"I sleep better when you're with me," he said simply. "I won't sleep if I'm alone... At least I couldn't when I was at the hospital. I was scared I'd wake up and he'd be there watching me or something... I doubt he'd break into your house or even know where I was at this point," he rambled, his mind going elsewhere.
"Okay. Shh, Q. It's cool," she hugged him gently. "I'll be your badass teddy, okay?" She smirked, "Might even dress the part some time." She winked at him before snuggling close. "Let's just nap now though, babe. Okay? I wants to get my sleep on with my man before dinner."
"Mmm. I could like dressing you up, if I get to undress you after." He smiled and closed his eyes with his arms around her. He smiled when he heard her call him her man and kissed her temple. "I'll wake you up with kisses," he mumbled softly, already falling asleep.