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It was Friday night and it so happened to be the night of the first party of the school year, one party in which Santana had hoped to attend. She first caught wind of the gathering happening that night when she overheard a couple of upperclassmen conversing about it; she knew there was this unspoken rule that freshmen weren't as welcome to parties as the other classes, but frankly she didn't give a damn. She had been sold on the idea that college would be solely parties and girls and she'd be damned if anyone was going to stop her from getting the full "college experience".
Not wanting to attend person-less, (especially after the little freshman orientation fiasco, she desperately needed to recover her image) to said party-she formulated a plan in which she would get Quinn to accompany her; something she knew would not be an easy task because the blonde had a knack for refusing to do anything remotely fun that she suggested.
With an unquitting determination, Santana decided to get the ball rolling on her plan as she walked into her dorm room fully expecting Quinn to be once again knee deep in some kind of homework that wouldn't be due for at least another week. But to her surprise, the blonde was- what seemed to be- admiring herself in front of a mirror.
She was dressed in a skin tight dress that accentuated her body, and curves quite well; Santana noted. She looked nothing short of spectacular and it amazed her that the beautiful blonde could expand her level of attractiveness.
It was hard for Santana to not stay at the door and admire the gorgeous blonde in front of her, especially when said blonde hadn't even noticed her presence.
Swallowing thickly to focus on what she came to do, she spoke up.
"Uhh Quinn, what are you doing?"
Quinn who yet had seemed to notice the girl, quickly turned around and flashed a megawatt smile.
That smile had been a familiar sight since the blonde had loved spending time and seeing the Latina whenever she could- for reasons she still needed to figure out.
"Getting ready silly, what does it look like?" She answered with a humorous tone that had made Santana feel like she wasn't getting something.
"For what? I haven't heard you talk about anything coming up, and you always rave about everything you do." Santana said as she made her way closer to the blonde to sit on the bed adjacent to where she was currently standing.
"Well I'm going to have dinner with Biff's family tonight and the reason I haven't mentioned anything is because I just found out about it today." Quinn responded as she continued to smoothen out nonexistent wrinkles on her dress.
She looked quite pensive as she continued to eye her reflection in the mirror, seemingly not satisfied with what was looking back at her, something Santana had caught on to.
At the mention of Quinn's significant other, Santana couldn't resist the urge to roll her eyes.
"Oh that guy, Barf or whatever his name is"
Quinn clicked her tongue at the comment and chastised the girl sitting on the bed in front of her.
"Don't be rude Santana, you know his name. Now I need your help."
"With what?" Santana asked, feigning boredom with the impending request Quinn was going to ask.
It seemed that things were not going to go her way, Quinn had prior engagements- ones that involved her perfect boyfriend and not getting wasted with her at some party a Frat house was going to host.
"I need your opinion, how do I look?" Quinn asked as she turned to face the Latina so she could let her get a better look at her outfit.
Once again Santana admired the girl's body and she couldn't lie. In truth, Quinn looked absolutely spectacular, there was no doubting that. Santana was completely sure that Quinn could wear a trashbag and still pull it off and give other girls a run for their money at the same time.
That's just the kind of beauty she possessed.
But of course Santana would never give Quinn the satisfaction of knowing just how breathtakingly beautiful she was, so she opted for one of her typical brush off comments.
"Eh, you look alright."
This time Quinn rolled her eyes at the Latina's crudeness, this characteristic that the Latina possessed was something she still had to get used to; but the comment didn't surprise her nonetheless. She should have known better.
"Thanks" Quinn responded flatly as she turned around to look for her purse.
"So you driving there?" Santana asked as she inspected her nails to keep from sounding interested in their conversation.
"No he's picking me up actually." Quinn responded as she found what she was looking for.
"What a freaking prince charming" Santana said, but it came out muttered to Quinn's ears so she looked up to make eye contact with her.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
Quinn hummed in response.
"So what are your plans for tonight?" Quinn asked as she rummaged through her bag for her lipstick
"Well I for one am not going to a snooze fest that will be like your little stereotypical golf talk, daddy trust fund, dinner. I'm actually going to that party at the Kappa Kappa house."
This surprised Quinn. She was well aware of the controversy that was freshman attending upperclassman's parties.
"Really? How are you going to get in? I thought they didn't allow freshman."
"Yeah. Unattractive freshman. I have my ways, I mean have you seen me? I'm smokin'" Santana replied, her sentence doused in cockiness.
She decided to leave the part where she was going to ask the blonde to accompany her out.
Quinn laughed
"I don't even know how your head fits through the door, it's like it'll explode one day with how full of yourself you are."
Santana just shrugged. She had been used to the criticism she received from comments like that, but honestly she was just overly confidant and she didn't see anything wrong with that.
"What can I say? It's true." Santana shrugged as if it was the obvious answer.
Quinn shook her head in amusement.
"If you say so." She responded as she turned to look in the mirror to apply her lipstick.
At this, Santana rose from the bed.
"What was that blondie? You don't think I'm hot?"
Quinn didn't look away in the mirror as she traced her lips with her red lipstick that undoubtedly made her lips fuller and completely kissable.
"I just don't you're as hot as you claim you are." Quinn responded nonchalantly as she continued her ministrations.
Santana quirked an eyebrow.
Challenge accepted blondie.
"So if I came up to you and did this," Santana then moved behind the blonde, making sure to move her body extremely close to hers so that the blonde's lower half was touching Santana's lower half and snaked her arms around her to grip at her waist.
They made eye contact in the mirror as Quinn stilled her actions and simply continued to stare at the Latina with what seemed to be hooded eyes as suddenly she was enveloped in tan arms that were clearly invading her personal space.
Santana's actions made her heart race, to be testing the waters this early on in their friendship was something she nor Quinn have ever experienced, but Santana was just so fond of her; or fond of proving people wrong- explicitly wrong.
Santana moved her head so that her mouth was ghosting over the shell of Quinn's ear as she whispered,
"You still wouldn't think I was hot?"
As Quinn opened her mouth to answer, there was a knock at the door.
They separated quickly and the pair felt as they both just had a bucket of cold water splashed upon them as Quinn turned and stalked towards the door to open it.
"Baby!" The booming voice yelled out and Santana knew who it was, much to her dismay.
As she tried to calm her palpitating heart, she quickly reclaimed her seat on the bed and tried to pretend like she wasn't just groping Quinn like she liked it a minute ago.
Although she witnessed as Biff quickly entered their dorm room and smashed his lips onto Quinn's as she watched.
She wished she hadn't, but she made eye contact with Quinn as he did so which made her feel particularly uncomfortable.
"Hey" Quinn meekly replied when they unattached their lips.
"Are you ready to go?" Biff asked as he tried to snake his hand onto Quinn's lower backside, not seeming to notice the Latina sitting on the bed just as Quinn had done earlier.
Quinn quickly swatted his hand away, embarrassed that he was trying to grope her in front of Santana.
"Stop, Santana's here." She gritted out as she took a look over at the Latina who tried to focus her attention on anything but them, but was failing miserably.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Hello Samantha, how are you?" Biff greeted Santana enthusiastically as he walked over to where she was sitting.
"It's Santana." She replied with an edge that made Quinn look at her with a pleading face as to say
Please don't be rude
She couldn't help it. The guy ticked her off for reasons unbeknownst to her.
"Oh that's right, I'm sorry. I'm really bad with names. You must forgive me." Biff apologized halfheartedly, knowing it would upset Quinn if he didn't.
Sensing his displeasure in her presence, and deciding that she didn't want to intrude furthermore, Santana dismissed his apology and rose from the bed and got her jacket and made her way to the door with no intention on saying bye to either of them.
Quinn stopped her by grabbing her arm before she could make it out the door though.
"Where are you going?" she questioned
"The party, I mean I was going to ask you to come, but you already have plans." She turned and looked at Biff who seemed to be uncomfortable as if he was the one intruding on something.
This caused Quinn's eyebrows to crease and before she could question her further, she left the dorm room and headed for what would be a night full of fun festivities and alcohol. And she hoped lots of it.
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