HEY. I'M SORRY THAT THESE CHAPTERS ARE SO SHORT EVERYONE, I HAVE EXAMS ETC. RIGHT NOW SO I CAN'T SIT AND WRITE BUT I DO WANT TO KEEP IT AS UPDATED AS I CAN! .. AND THANKS FOR READING!
Quinn sat in her dark blue dress on her bed staring at the clock. 10.20pm. She kicked off her shoes and sighed. Once again she would spend her evening alone. Brittany was teaching evening dance classes, Rachel was always out with her friends from NYADA, and now Quinn would sit and watch old movies on her own, again. This was typical Santana. She always forgot about plans or got preoccupied doing something. She could be so selfish.
There was a knock at the door.
Quinn leapt off her bed and ran through the kitchen to see who was the other side of the door. As she slid the large metal door to one side she saw her. Her red lipstick highlighted her big lips as her hair laid casually over one shoulder. There were two big brown eyes looking lovingly at Quinn and a short red dress outlining the figure of this exquisite woman.
"I'm sorry I'm late. There was an incident at work." The Latina smiled at Quinn revealing her dazzling teeth and causing Quinn to blush. She felt guilty for calling her friend selfish. Santana was just misunderstood. She looked slightly shy and uncomfortable stood alone. It was odd for Quinn to see her most confident friend looking so fragile and nervous.
"It's fine." Lied Quinn. "You're fashionably late as always." She stumbled putting her second heel on and walked to the counter to grab her purse.
"You know it." Santana winked. "You look amazingly hot by the way. Obviously not quite at my level yet but we'll get there." Quinn laughed. This was the friend she remembered. "Shall we get going?" Santana offered her arm to Quinn.
Quinn nodded and linked her arm with her friends. It was as if nothing had changed.
The girls sat in the bar that Santana had chosen. It was dark and busy but the music was good and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Santana had managed to flirt with the barman to get them a couple of free drinks, which Quinn was very impressed by. She definitely hadn't lost her touch.
"So, how's college?" Santana asked as she turned to face Quinn.
"It's ok. Law stuff can get a bit boring when you're doing it all day, everyday. But it'll be worth it when I graduate. My parents keep trying to get me to go home but honestly I love it here. You can do what you want and be who you want. There's nothing better." Santana smiled at her enthusiasm " What are you doing now? I heard you couldn't transfer to NYADA."
"No I couldn't. I was too late. Hopefully they'll take me on next year. So, I'm just making some money dancing in different groups. This fine ass is paying my rent right now." Quinn laughed at her friend's relaxed attitude. She sat back and admired Santana's behaviour. She made everyone instantly calm. Her sarcasm and quick jokes always made Quinn laugh and she really made people feel comfortable. "Would you like a cocktail Quinn Fabray?"
"I don't know Santana. It sounds like you're trying to get me drunk." Quinn winked.
"Hell to the yes. That is when we see Quinnie at her best!" Santana laughed. "I'll be right back." Quinn watched Santana stand, pull her dress straight and casually walk over to the bar. She looked amazing and it was just so effortless. She leant over the bar gesturing to the barman. Her dress hugged her unbelievable figure as she tried to get them more free drinks.
A tall, drunken man walked up behind her. He placed his hands on Santana's hips and leant over to whisper in her ear. Quinn felt her fists clench as she could only watch on. Santana laughed and slid his hands from her waist. Crisis avoided. He then proceeded to place his hand on the bottom of her back. And it slid down further and further. Quinn stood up in a rage. Santana turned and pushed the man who was ignoring her rejection.
"Get your creeper hands off me. If you lay one hand on me again I promise you will regret it. I'll take those wandering little claws of yours and—"
"Come on baby, you can't say no. I own you."
"Hell no!" Santana took off her shoes and started pointing in the man's face. She was furious. Quinn ran over and grabbed Santana's arms as she lunged at him "I'm from Lima Heights…You know it? Well you will when I—"
"Santana!" Quinn pleaded with her friend.
"It's ok beautiful. You can join in the fun too if you like. There's plenty of me to go around." Slurred the man.
"Back off." Quinn said defensively. "You're disgusting. Go back to your friends and drink away your life while you think about how sad you have to be to take advantage of girls half your age."
Santana turned to look at Quinn. Partially with a shocked expression and partially with a look of pride smeared across her face.
"Oh, I get it. You have your little girlfriend here to back you up." The man shouted at Santana.
"Don't you ever—"
"Quinn, I've got this. Look here Dr Testosterone. Turn around and leave before I cut off your freakily disturbing man boobs and sell them as earmuffs to your sister who, I assume, takes off her clothes regularly for the entertainment of that gentleman right there." Santana pointed her delicate finger at his group of friends and in particular one man who looked uncomfortable. The man looked at his friend and Quinn picked his drink up off the bar. "Oh, and you do not own me." Santana glared at the man. She turned to her friend, grabbed her wrist and dragged her back to their seats.
"What just happened?" asked Quinn in shock as the girls slid back into the booth.
"Nothing. I'm sick of guys thinking they have the right to touch me. It is not cool."
"Are you ok?" Quinn rested her hand on Santana's shoulder. She sighed.
"It just gets old. You know, you've always had this crap too. It makes you feel like you're worthless and its your looks that people want. Nobody wants me for me, they want my rocking body and my top quality lady loving" Santana leant her head on Quinn's shoulders. "I've missed you Quinnie." Quinn couldn't help but roll her eyes at her friend's modesty.
"I've missed you too, and that is for you. You're amazing Santana." Santana wrapped her arms around Quinn's waist.
"I think we need to talk Q , properly this time. We can't keep pretending this didn't happen" Santana sat up and placed her hand on Quinn's knee.
"Please Santana, I can't."
"We could go somewhere? My apartment, or yours?" Santana smiled at Quinn reassuringly, she felt weak.
"I guess we could. I have wine with our names written all over it." Quinn attempted a smile.
"Pathetic" smirked Santana at Quinn's attempt to fake happiness. "Let's go."
Quinn sat on the old recliner that her and Brittany had dragged up to their apartment with Santana sat on one arm with her silky legs hanging over Quinn's lap. Both girls had a half empty glass of wine and were sitting laughing at old tapes of them performing in Glee Club.
"What are we doing there?" Santana snorted with laughter and fidgeted as Quinn struggled to focus on what was happening. She was watching Santana with such intensity that she had no idea what was going on on the tape, and she didn't care. She was just happy that the two of them were together. "Where are Brit and Rachel?"
"I think Brit's working late on some choreography and Rachel's staying at a friends"
"Oh... And what friend would this be?" Santana grinned. Quinn laughed.
Santana looked back to Quinn to see her reaction to them two years earlier. Their eyes locked on to each other's. They held their gaze. One set of beautiful eyes staring at another.
"Do you want me Quinn Fabray?" Santana whispered looking down to the blonde's lips. Quinn shook her head slowly, staring into Santana's face.
"You want me."
"You said that last time." Santana smiled as she leant towards Quinn. Her forehead rested against the blonde's and she closed her eyes.
Quinn leant further and pressed her lips gently against Santana's. The girls looked at each other. Neither knowing how to react or what to do and then, as if it hit them, they fell into each other.
Santana rolled on top of Quinn and kissed her deeply. Their body's rocking together, they battled for dominance in the motion. Their lips were soft against each other's skin and Quinn's hand grazed the inside of Santana's thigh as the Latina exhaled loudly.
Their tongues intertwined, they lay together. Quinn's hands had moved up Santana's dress and now sat on her beautifully toned body.
Santana's hand caressed the side of Quinn's face delicately as her other hand crept down the front of the blonde's dress. She gave out a small squeal of pleasure as she felt warm hands move down past her chest to lightly pinch her.
Quinn pushed Santana hard so that she had to stand up to stop herself falling. She joined the Latina. Wrapping her arms tightly around her waist, their lips met again. This time there was no confusion or surprise, just passion. Quinn lifted Santana onto a table, allowing her to wrap her legs around her waist. At this moment there was nobody else, just the two of them.