Hey guys i know i have been getting requests to update Blue Eyed Stranger, and I promise i will! I just like to write chapters as they come to mind and the chapters for this story are so easy to write. enjoy and please review to please this tired author.
Not one to usually shy away from the crowd and act as a wallflower, Santana delved into the party quite quickly. She was determined to make this night a fun one, even if a certain blonde had been on her mind since her departure from her.
She did her usual "party routine", which consisted of scanning the crowd for a hot girl and pursing her quickly as if she were prey. She did this constantly, for finding a willing partner was usually not too hard, considering Santana was extremely charming and could talk the pants off of any girl, straight or not- it really didn't matter as long as by the end of the night she had them panting in her mouth for more.
So deciding to do just that, she walked over to the makeshift bar setup in the corner. Upon arriving, she noticed there wasn't much of any hard liquor, and quickly cursed their bad choice in alcohol.
"Fucking losers" she mumbled under her breath as she rummaged through the cooler for something that had more than a 7 proof alcohol rating; beer bellies were just not her thing.
"I'm sorry are you looking for something in particular?" A voice that came from Santana's right asked.
Not looking up to stop her scavenger hunt, Santana replied.
"Yeah I'm just looking for something that will really fuck me up but all these pussies have is stale beer." She grimaced as she thought of what it might taste like. She had practically lived off of beer in high school but she ultimately paid the price when it came down to perform in Cheerios and she did not want to experience endless nights of vomiting again- it definitely wasn't worth it.
Laughing, the girl moved closer to the Latina who seemed as if she wouldn't stop looking through the cooler if her life depended on it.
Responding, "Come on, I think we have something stronger in the back."
She took a hold of Santana's wrist to cease her search, and that's when Santana finally peered up at the girl.
Holy Shit, she thought mentally.
The girl's physical traits were nothing short of attractive. She was a medium height blonde with dazzling blue eyes that was quickly becoming Santana's new favorite color. Her hair was short, but reached her collarbones, but as Santana was accessing her traits, the girl pulled her and Santana had no choice but to follow along as she was led off buy this attractive stranger.
They traveled through the crowd of sweaty people and managed to weave their way around the drunks who were insistently trying to get them to dance.
The girl's grip on Santana didn't fail, and when they finally reached their desired designation, she finally let go- much to Santana's disappointment.
She watched as the girl closed the door behind them as they seemed to reach what would be their garage, and flicked on a switch to illuminate the room.
She also watched as the girl rummaged through a fridge and took out a bottle of what seemed to be vodka. She noticed how smooth and coordinated the girl's movements had been, and noticed that her outfit had been nothing but revealing.
She was wearing a crop top and short shorts that seemed to have barely covered her ass, and Santana couldn't but to admire her- hey it was human nature.
The girl also looked through some cabinets and pulled out 2 red Solo cups and began pouring the liquor in each of them.
She walked back to hand the cup to Santana, but she hesitated as she accepted it.
"Well I don't know about you, but my parents taught me to never take drinks from strangers." She said with a tone of sarcasm that the girl couldn't help but pick up on and smirk at as she brought the cup to her lips and took a drink.
"Well….." the girl trailed off, not knowing what to call her.
"Santana" the Latina finished for her, sensing her request.
"Well Santana, do you consider us strangers?" She quipped back, enjoying the banter.
"Well of course, I mean you kind of just kidnapped me from the party and brought me to the garage to give me some kind of drink, maybe you want to have your way with me. I mean how do I know it's not spiked with anything?"
The girl raised her eyebrows but laughed at the Latina's comment, her humor amusing her to a large extent.
Deciding to take a step further, the girl moved extremely close to the Latina as the leaned on the table behind her.
"Because if I wanted to have my way with you, spiking your drink wouldn't be necessary because it seems like you have that part under control" she whispered in Santana's ear and looked down at her crotch after she finished talking to peer down at the bulge sticking out proudly so.
Santana swallowed dryly and looked down as well, there was no doubt she was extremely hard, and the jeans she was wearing definitely didn't aid in disguising it. She had gotten hard while she was ogling the blue eyed blonde as she bent over and to get the vodka. She had noticed the change in her extra appendage, but she was hoping the other girl wouldn't, but those hopes died as soon as the words came out of her mouth.
I'm fucked, she thought.
Noticing the girl was beginning to get flustered, she pulled back and replaced her smirk with a smile as she offered her hand to Santana.
"I'm Lindsey by the way and I'm the 'pussy' who put out the stale beer for the party." Her smile didn't falter as she introduced herself, and if Santana wasn't embarrassed enough, this had certainly done it.
Her ears and cheeks tinted red as she stuttered out a response.
The cool, calm, and collected version of Santana that everyone knew had gone out the window when she met this blonde- she was pretty much like putty in her hands.
Stuttering out a response that had been so much unlike her, she said,
"I- I'm so sorry. I had no clue that you were the one that threw this party, if I had known I wouldn't have sai-"
The blonde quickly cut her off though.
"No, no , don't apologize. I happen to enjoy your crude attitude, you say what you want and you don't care who you offend. I think that's sexy." Lindsey remarked as she smirked once more.
Regaining her confidence, Santana let the girl's words soak in. Her comment boosted her ego and that was the green light she had been waiting for. This girl definitely likes her, blatantly flirting openly with her had been the thing to make her up her game.
"So you think I'm sexy? Well I could definitely say the same about you. I mean you look absolutely delectable in your outfit, but don't you think it would look better on the floor?" Santana smirked as she approached Lindsey and did the same thing she did to her not a minute ago.
"Oh yeah? How about we go see for ourselves?" Lindsey suggested as she stared the Latina down just as hard as she was staring back at her.
"Let's." Santana responded and this time, made no hesitation to grab Lindsey by the hand and lead her upstairs.
Once they reached Lindsey's room, clothes began to fly and mouths latched onto each other almost immediately.
The attraction was there and Santana could feel it as she pushed Lindsey down on the bed and began her assault on the girl's neck with her mouth.
Finally letting the moment catch up to her, Lindsey held back the ferocious Latina with her hands; much to her dismay.
When she wouldn't stop, she pushed a little harder.
Santana groaned, she didn't want to stop, but as soon as she did- she noticed the girl under her was crying.
"Hey what's wrong, did I do something wrong?" Santana asked, extremely worried that she had ruined everything and overstepped her boundaries.
Lindsey shook her head back and forth as the tears began falling down faster as seconds went by.
Getting no response, Santana felt extremely aware of her current state and got off of Lindsey to retrieve her discarded shirt off the floor and willed away the raging boner she was currently sporting. It was obvious she was not going to get any tonight.
Quickly putting on her shirt and giving Lindsey's hers, she sat on the bed next to the girl and tried to comfort her as best as she could but comforting people was definitely not her forte.
She rubbed the girl's arm up and down and waited for her to explain her current shift in moods.
"I'm sorry I ruined the moment." Lindsey apologized as she sat up and put on the shirt Santana had handed her.
"No, it's totally fine." Santana assured her, although the tightness in her pants was saying otherwise.
"No it's not, I could tell how much you wanted me and I just had to ruin it by crying." Her crying had begun to subside but the tears were still coming nonetheless.
"You didn't ruin anything, I promise. But can you tell me why you started crying? I kind of feel like I did something…." Santana said quietly as she played with her fingers absentmindedly.
"No no, I swear it wasn't you. You were perfect, and it's not your fault. I was flirting with you and one thing just led to another." She explained, but Santana was still confused.
"Okay if you weren't crying because of me, then why were you crying?" She asked, interested in hearing her answer.
Lindsey looked away and brought her knees up so she could rest her chin on them.
"I just came out of a relationship." She responded quietly.
This information had stunned Santana, she had been many things before, but she had never been a rebound.
"So that's why you were coming onto me. You were using me." Santana spat out.
Feeling offended, Santana quickly gathered the rest of her clothes and put them on with haste, wanting to get the hell out of there as soon as possible. She didn't want to spend another second in that room feeling embarrassed.
"Wait!" Lindsey called out and Santana had no mind to oblige but the girl got up from the bed and stopped her from leaving.
"No wait, I can explain." She tried to reason but Santana was clearly set on exiting.
Soon Santana left the room and eventually made her way out, feeling completely used as she walked home.
Today was just not going well for her- first she saw Quinn with her disgusting boyfriend, and now she had almost been used as a rebound.
She shook her head in disbelief as she reached for her keys to open her dorm room.
She didn't even bother to greet the blonde who was sitting on the bed crying softly into her pillow and walked to the restroom.
She took her time but when she was about to wash her face, she heard the faint sound of crying.
Her brows furrowed as she made her way to their room and saw the girl lying face down on the bed.
"Quinn?" she called out approaching the blonde.
"What's wrong?" she asked as she sat down next to her and reached out to stroke her back gently.
Quinn's response was muted by her pillow so Santana asked again.
"Honey I can't hear you, what was that?" Her voice laced with worry, for it hurt her to see Quinn in this state- and she wanted to cause immense pain to whoever did this to her.
"Biff and I broke up."
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