Standard disclaimer, I do not own Glee or any of its characters.
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Quinn lets out a soft little moan and closes her eyes as her lover runs their hand softly up and down her side. She was pressed up gently against them as the little spoon, their warm breath sending shivers up and down her spine.
The hand that was softly caressing her, moving up and under her shirt and stopping just at the curve of her breast and then slowly dragging back down and then going over her hip, slowly repeating the motion again and again.
Each pass of their hand causing her want and desire to grow and grow until she could take it no longer. She quickly turns over and stairs into the dark brown smiling eyes of her lover. She captures their lips in a passionate kiss where she wastes no time seeking entrance into their mouth with her own tongue which is quickly granted.
The very taste, touch and smell of her lover is driving her wild. She had never felt this way before. She wanted to experience everything that they had to offer. Quinn finally pulls away from the kissing, desperate for breath when she is very suddenly flipped onto her back. Eager hands pushing her shirt up and off her body before grasping her breasts, Quinn arches her back with a throaty moan.
They capture her lips with their own, only this time they are completely in control. They grab her hands with one of their own, gently, but firmly holding them above her head, while the other hand lazily continued to draw circles on her body, in stark contrast to the almost animalistic way they claimed her mouth. Their hand slowly but surely making its way down her body till finally stops just above the waistline of her panties.
Quinn bucks her hips and moans, trying to encourage her lover to continue on, which they do, slowly sliding their hand down until finally they are there, their hand teasing her entrance. Sliding their fingers along her slit, positioning themselves to enter her before once again pulling away, on and on this goes, until Quinn can't take it anymore. She groans in frustration, wishing that they would stop teasing her. Just as she is about to say something she feels a finger push inside of her and she sees stars.
Her lover pulls away from the kiss only to move on and find the sensitive spot on her neck just below her ear. She can feel the grin on their face as they continue to nip and suck on that spot, their finger beginning to pump in and out of her at a slow and excruciating pace.
"Please…" She whimpers, "Please, faster… oh Gooood!"
Her lover acquiesces, even adding another finger to join it, pumping in and out of her, she wants to shake her head back and forth, do something, anything to release this pent up energy she feels. But the gentle nibble and tug on her earlobe keeps her in place. She tries to move her hips in time with the pace of their fingers, but they move with skill and mastery, making sure that they control the pace of it. She tries to move her arms but she finds that she doesn't have the energy to move them, to break their hold, nor does she want to, she belongs completely and totally to the one who is bringing her these feelings.
"OH God! Mmmmm… Ahhhhh!"
"You've never felt like this before, have you Mi Amor?" Her lover whispers in her ear, "Nobody has made you feel this desire, this burning like I have."
"Never… oooooh Goooood, never ever!"
"Then say my name Quinn, say it."
"I'm so close… Uuuuh… mmmmh!"
"If you want to cum, say my name, say it Quinn."
"Ssss… sooo good!"
"Quinn."
"Ssssaaaaah… soo close, sooo clooose!"
"Quuuiiiiin."
"Quuuuiiiiin."
"Saaaaaan-"
"QUINN!"
Quinn sits up in shock her eyes shooting open as she gasps in terror her heart moving at what felt like a thousand miles per hour her face is as white as a sheet. She looks to her left and sees Santana laying there with a knowing grin on her face.
"Damn Querida, that must have been some dream you were having."
And the voice matches up instantly. She knows exactly who her dream lover was and if it's even physically possible she gets paler still. It was bad enough that she had just had a sex dream, but to have one while she was sharing a bed with Santana, who had been the object of said dream, was a living nightmare. How the hell would she ever be able to look at Santana again, or Brittany!? She had just dreamed about having sex with her best friend, her best friend's girlfriend, with Santana!
"Hey, you okay?" Santana asks, the teasing look on her face dropping and being replaced with one of concern.
"I'm gonna be sick." And with that Quinn rushes off to the bathroom, never more grateful in her entire life to have morning sickness.
Santana moves quickly to follow and moves Quinn's hair out of the way so that she isn't getting vomit in it. It takes all of her will power not to join her friend in throwing up but Santana pointedly looks anywhere but at the toilet bowl and does her best to ignore the sounds. Her eyes burn with tears as she does her best to comfort her friend, rubbing gentle circles on her back, doing her best to not join in. There aren't many people that Santana would have stuck around for, she had almost zero tolerance for other people throwing up, but for Quinn she could manage it. Quinn had been complaining that this was beginning to happen but she had no idea that it was this brutal.
Unbeknownst to Santana it usually wasn't but Quinn felt even sicker due to having that dream about Santana. Not that Santana was repulsive or anything like that. It was just that while, yes, she could appreciate how beautiful the other girl was and in fact had admired those looks on more than one occasion, Santana was her best friend, she was dating Brittany her other best friend, how could she have that kind of dream about Santana, about her best friend, how could she betray them like that? And that was another thing, while she had no problem with the fact that Santana and Brittany were together, that just wasn't her. She liked guys… didn't she? Of course she did, but even she had to admit that even at their hottest Finn had never done for her what dream Santana just had. She could still feel the lingering touch of her friend's… her best friend's… oh God! She lets out another heave, the contents of her stomach long since empty, but that didn't matter.
She was trying to calm herself down but Santana's touch was unknowingly bringing back all those feelings that she had experienced while she was dreaming. That's it, it was just a dream, only a dream… only the most intense dream she had ever experienced, only the most fulfilling sexual moment of her life… "Oh God!"
"Hey it's okay Q, it's okay, I'm here."
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After what felt like an eternity, but was really only a few minutes, Quinn had finally stopped throwing up, and so Santana helped the shaken girl to her feet.
"You okay Q?" Santana asks as she helps her friend back to her bed. It was five in the morning now, and the Berry household was still quiet. Santana had been sleeping peacefully in the warm bed, curled up against Quinn when she had been awoken by the sound of moaning from the other girl. At first she had thought the girl was having a nightmare and so she had started to wake her. It wasn't until she had already started to shake Quinn awake that she realized that it was the wrong kind of moaning.
When Quinn sat up and had looked like she had seen a ghost Santana decided that it was probably best not to tease her too much, just nudge her in the sensibilities a little, let her know that there was nothing wrong with a girl enjoying herself and then leave it alone. She had not been prepared for how violent Quinn's morning sickness was, and it pushed all amusement of the situation out of her mind.
"Yeah… I, it's no big deal right?" Quinn refuses to look at Santana. She feels dirty, like she had, no matter how unknowingly, just victimized her friend.
"Of course it's no big deal." Santana says confused at why Quinn would apologize for being sick, and then it hits her. Of course Quinn would apologize for that, she wants to roll her eyes at it but she can see how upset Quinn is so she goes for the more sensitive route. "Hey look, everyone has those kinds of dreams and urges, it's no big deal. Why don't I go make us some tea and you go take a shower… or…" the bright red glow on her friends face tells Santana that this was the wrong route to take and she feels even worse when Quinn throws the covers over her head and curls up in a ball.
"Oh God, why me?" Santana can hear Quinn whimper through the covers.
Santana frowns, she can already see Quinn spending weeks and weeks agonizing over this. Trying to pretend that she was fine but only making things more awkward for herself and so Santana decided to nip this thing in the bud right here and now.
"Quinn, come out from under there, it's time you and me had a nice long chat."
The movement from under the covers tells Santana that the other girl is shaking her head no.
"Come on Quinn, I'm serious."
"No and please just go away." Santana can hear the pathetic whine in her friend's voice and this time she does roll her eyes.
"I'm not going anywhere so come out from under there and look at me." Santana's tone leaves no room for an argument and so Quinn partially complies, she comes out from under the covers but refuses to look at Santana.
"Look Q, this doesn't have to be awkward, not if we don't let it be, so you had a sex dream-"
Quinn whines in embarrassment. "Do you have to be so blunt?"
"Oh I'm sorry, I mean, tis but a trifling matter that thine "hoo haw" yearns for the attention of another's touch whilst thou slumbers." Santana snarks right back.
"Not helping." And Santana can see that Quinn is close to tears right now.
"Look Q, it's a natural urge, everyone gets them, I get them, Brittany gets them, I'm sure Rachel gets them. And yes, I can see why it might be embarrassing to have it happen in front of someone but hey, at least that someone is me, we're best friends right? So you've got an itch, go scratch it and you'll be happier for it. There is nothing wrong with a woman exploring her sexuality, besides how can you know what you like if you don't teach yourself?"
Quinn looks at Santana in amazement, truly grateful that Santana doesn't care that she just had a sex dream about her, that she wasn't making it awkward or was offended or anything like it. And Santana was right there was nothing wrong with a woman exploring her sexuality. "I… I guess you're right…"
"Of course I'm right." Santana says in mock offense.
"And… it was a pretty good dream…" Quinn says in a forced lightness.
"Sounded like it, and hey if you want to give me the details about you and Mr. Dreamy well… hey I won't complain." Santana winks at her, but Quinn feels like her stomach has dropped out from under her. Santana didn't know that the dream had been about her, she should be relieved, elated, ecstatic, so… why wasn't she… No, don't go there, do not go there, it's only going to lead to bad things, bad things and heart break.
"So look, unless you want to talk about it, because I am here for you, this is the last I'll say. I figure with the pregnancy and all, your hormones are going to be all over the place and so if you need some… alone time, don't be embarrassed, just think of your dream person and you know… have fun." By now Santana is blushing as well.
"And even if you weren't pregnant, it doesn't matter, you're young, healthy, and you look like a fucking goddess, enjoy. I get it, it's a private thing, but don't be ashamed okay, and don't let this get weird between us, I promise I'll respect your privacy and I won't say anything about this to anybody, not even Brittany, and I won't tease you about it or make fun of you or anything. Just take care of yourself okay, whether that means you take a thousand cold showers or even… you know… just do what feels right and take care of you, however you need to."
Both girls are bright red right now but Quinn manages a genuine smile for Santana. "Thanks… I guess I just… I've tried to… you know… but it was never… I mean, I've liked some of the things I did with Finn but it never went all that far you know. And I never really needed to… I mean… there were a couple times when I was… curious… but it was never… I…"
"I get it Quinn, I really do and that's okay, for me, the times I was with guys it was nice… for the most part, but it wasn't until I was with Brittany that I felt, and this is going to sound so sappy, but it wasn't until her that I felt alive and it felt right. Something was always missing and it wasn't until I could accept that I like girls that I really began to appreciate just how different and good it can be."
"I'm really happy you found each other." Quinn says softly, looking away from Santana as she says so. Santana and Brittany are her friends, she needs to be happy for them, she has to be and they deserve it, they deserve each other. "Part of it is also… I mean, I wanted to wait you know, I wanted to experience all of those firsts, all of the explorations of what I like… with who I married. That was always so important to me, I only wanted to give myself over to those feelings with the one person that I could love and trust no matter what… so I never really… explored… And I know that you have a different view on it, but for me it was important, I even wanted to be their first too… how stupid is that?" Quinn laughs depreciatingly.
"It's not stupid Q." Santana says softly.
"Sure it is, how many people actually wait anymore, but still I hoped… I guess now it doesn't matter."
"Quinn-"
"I mean if I actually had been in love I guess it wouldn't be so bad but I wasn't… I was stupid, and drunk… and… and… It was stupid of me to think that I could have that."
"You can still have that Querida, all of that can still be yours." Santana says, trying to comfort her friend, holding her hand.
"No I can't… I can never have that, he took that away from me and I… I let him." At this Quinn breaks down and so Santana pulls her into her arms and rocks the crying girl gently.
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Santana and Quinn both perk up, both of them had been dozing, when they hear loud music start to play from across the hall.
"The fucking hell, is that Rachel?" Santana asks.
"Yeah, she does this elliptical thing every morning, I'm usually up and done with my morning routine by now anyway so it's not so bad, but yeah definitely makes it hard to sleep in."
"You want to go grab some breakfast?" Santana asks.
"I think I might take a quick shower, I've got school so I should probably get ready."
"Ha ha, sucker, see if you were really as smart as you think you are you would use yesterday as an excuse to skip school and hang out with me all day." Santana says grinning.
"And see, I normally would, but aren't you grounded?"
"Nah, my parents don't even know I'm gone."
Just then Quinn's phone buzzes with a text and so she reaches over and grabs it. "I wouldn't be so sure of that San."
From Maribel: Hey Q, how are you feeling, you doing okay? Love you a bunch, call me if you need to and when my daughter wakes up you tell her that she's fine to hang out with you until you go to school but then she had better get her ass home because she is in so much trouble that… you know what I'll leave it up to her imagination. Once again I love you and feel better and call me if you need me day or night.
"Oh fuck… well that settles it, Quinn I'm living with you and the Berrys. Do they have an extra spare room or can I bunk with you, hell I'll even bunk with mini-Streisand." Santana says all of this completely serious.
Quinn giggles "It won't be too bad San, if your mom was really that mad at you, don't you think that she would have come down here last night and dragged you home?"
"Maybe, but still, I'm not looking forward to this."
"Do you want me to see if I can talk to her?"
"Nah, don't worry about it, she's probably more pissed that I snuck out without telling her than the fact that I'm over here. I'll just take my lumps and be done with it."
"Hey San, thank you, for everything." Quinn says softly.
"No problem, anytime."
"I mean it, you've been incredible through all of this, put up with all of my bullshit, fought for me even when I didn't think anybody should have. You're… I'm really lucky to have you in my life, so thank you."
Santana smiles and reaches over and squeezes Quinn's hand affectionately. "Drop by later, I'll probably be dying of boredom."
"Sure thing and I'll be sure to pick up your homework everyday as well."
"I'm suspended Q, I don't have homework."
"You're suspended because of me, so yes you do, besides then your mom can pretend to have an excuse to let us all hangout while you're grounded."
Santana laughs and then stands up before leaning over and kissing Quinn on the forehead. "Love you Querida, see you later." And with that Santana leaves, leaving a blushing and conflicted Quinn behind her.
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So that was chapter 21. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and the next one will hopefully be up next Friday.