Wow 20 chapters, this ended up being longer than I expected haha. And at least a couple more to come! Thanks for everything again, enjoy! :)
Quinn sat at the island in the kitchenon her laptop looking at her final grades when she heard the door slide open. She turned around and saw a smiling Santana awkwardly close the door behind her without turning around. She sat her purse on the table as Quinn turned her attention back to her computer screen.
"Whatcha doin?" Santana asked softly as she walked up behind Quinn.
"Checking my final grades." Quinn answered distractedly.
"How'd you do?" Santana asked as she rested her chin on Quinn's shoulder and scanned her eyes over the screen, "A's and B's?"
"Yep." Quinn nodded with a small smile.
"Congrats, babe." Santana smiled and kissed her cheek before she stood up straight again.
Quinn swiveled around in the stool to face her, "Where'd you sneak of to?" She asked, pulling on the hem of Santana's shirt.
Santana shrugged and brought her hand from behind her back, "Just to get this." She said as she held out a yellow rose with red on the tips.
Quinn smiled and furrowed her brow as she took it from her, "What's this for?"
Santana smiled before she walked over and looked under the sink for something she could put it in, "Figure it out." She suggested as she stood back up and filled a small vase with water.
She walked over and sat it beside Quinn's computer, "Also happy monthiversary." She said as she grabbed her face and gave her a big kiss.
"Happy monthiversary..." Quinn smiled, "But what do you mean, figure it out? And I thought we agreed not to get each other anything." Quinn pouted, feeling bad she actually listened.
Santana smiled, "It's not an anything, it's just a flower...with meaning." She said before she kissed her again and walked to her room.
Quinn blinked after her as Rachel pranced out of the bathroom and walked towards her, "Did someone send that to you?" She asked, gesturing towards the flower.
"Uh, yeah." Quinn smiled.
Rachel looked at her expectantly, "Do you know who?"
"It doesn't say who it's from." Quinn answered quickly.
"Do you have an idea?" Rachel persisted.
Quinn pursed her lips, "Maybe, does it matter?"
"Just wondering. Whoever it is must have it bad for you." Rachel pointed out as she sat across from her.
"What makes you think that?" Quinn asked curiously.
"Well you probably do know who it is; yellow roses symbolize friendship. The red tips suggest whoever it is is falling in love with you." Rachel explained easily.
Quinn blinked at her, "I-what?"
Rachel nodded with a grin, "And there's only one, that means like "you're the one" or something, I think."
Quinn looked at her and let out a quick breath of air as a quiet laugh, "And how do you know this?"
"Metaphors are important, I know a lot of them." She answered with a smile.
"I don't think the meaning of roses is necessarily a metaphor." Quinn laughed.
"Well it symbolizes something without it needing to be said." Rachel sighed, "But really, you should figure out who sent it." She said with a grin.
"Hey, Berry." Santana greeted Rachel civilly as she reentered the room.
"Good afternoon, Santana." Rachel said, "Did you see what Quinn got today?" She asked excitedly.
"The flower? Yeah." Santana said, uninterested.
"Well who do you think sent it to her? She said it didn't say who it's from." Rachel explained to her.
Santana looked at it, then Rachel, then Quinn, "I wouldn't have a clue."
Quinn rubbed at her eyebrow and scrunched up her face to hide the smile she was failing to hold back, "Don't act so happy for me." She teased.
Santana sat next to Quinn, "Lovey dovey crap is nauseating." She said with a halfhearted scowl.
"Oh, Santana. Like you wouldn't do the same for your mysterious blondie." Rachel pointed out.
"Why is she so mysterious?" Quinn asked curiously.
Santana blinked at her, "So some people don't feel the need to bury their nose in my business." She answered, looking at Rachel who frowned.
"I think that's enough of this conversation for now." Quinn butted in quickly.
They both gave her a confused look as she stood up and closed her laptop before grabbing the small vase and taking it to Santana's room. She sat it on the nightstand and looked at it for a moment. Did Santana actually mean that or did she just think it was pretty and got one for her?
"Babe?" Santana said as she walked through the curtain.
Quinn turned around quickly, "What?"
Santana looked at her nervously for a moment, "Berry wants us to grab some lunch with her...I tried to get out of it but she insisted on hanging out with us today."
"Uh, if you don't care. Whatever." She answered quickly.
"Are you okay?" Santana asked hesitantly.
Quinn blinked and shook her head quickly with a smile, "I'm fine."
Santana gave her a disbelieving look as she slowly nodded, "Okay well, get ready. We're waiting on you." She said quietly before she walked back out. Quinn kept on the loose tshirt she put on when she got up and threw on a pair of jeans and flats before she walked through the loft to the bathroom.
Santana and Rachel were now on the couch arguing about something again so they didn't notice her walk by. She rolled her eyes, Rachel didn't know why /they/ kept hanging out yet she let Santana move in with them. Makes total sense.
"So yeah, he was a male escort. I mean that doesn't change what an amazing guy he is but he lied about sleeping with tons of other people and that's not that's just...ew." Rachel said in between bites of her veggie pasta.
She sat in the booth next to, Quinn; both of them across from Santana. Quinn cringed as she told the story, "He seemed so sweet and charming though."
"He was! I just, I wish he didn't have to do that." Rachel frowned.
"Stop acting like he's a saint, Berry, because I swear if you take him back I'm killing both of you." Santana scowled at her.
"Don't you have your own love life to worry about?" Rachel snapped at her.
"There's nothing to worry about." Santana scowled.
"It's you, I'm sure some worrying is always involved." Rachel said.
Quinn sighed and leaned against the wall and kept gently hitting her head against it. Santana and Rachel stopped arguing and looked at her, "Are you okay, Quinn?" Rachel asked, concerned.
"Aside from wishing you both would get over yourselves, yeah I'm just peachy." Quinn said flatly.
"Well Santana-" Rachel started and Quinn sat up and held up her hand.
"From what I've heard Santana was just looking out for you, being a good friend and you're being pissy about it. She has an awfully weird way of showing she cares sometimes and sometimes you just need to accept it at face value. You're not acting any better than her every time you two do this." Quinn explained tiredly.
Rachel looked at her for a moment, "Are you defending her?"
Quinn gaped at her, "I'm not "defending" either of you I'm just saying you wanted to hang out today and I could be doing something much more meaningful with someone rather than sitting here listening to you guys bitch at each other over stupid crap."
Santana looked at her with an unreadable expression on her face, "Sorry, Q." She said quietly, apparently shocking Rachel who turned to her with a surprised look on her face.
"So am I, Quinn." She said eventually.
Quinn looked back and forth between them and sighed, "It's fine."
Rachel let out a breath and they all turned their attention back to their plates for a few minutes, "You never told me what you wanted to talk about." Quinn finally said quietly as she turned her attention to Rachel.
Rachel swallowed quickly and nodded, "Noah took care of it." She said quickly.
Quinn blinked at her, "That's what you wanted to talk about?"
Rachel nodded, "I've been talking to her a lot recently, she's been helping me prepare for my audition and callbacks, she asked about you so..."
"Wait who are we talking about?" Santana chimed in, confused.
"Shelby." Rachel answered easily.
Santana's eyes widened slightly and she turned to her attention to Quinn, "When did this happen?"
"Puck talked to me the night before we left Lima." Quinn admitted quietly.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Santana asked sternly.
"It's not important right now, San." Quinn said.
"How is it not important?" She asked.
Rachel looked at them curiously as Quinn answered, "Because I don't know what I'm gonna do yet."
"That's okay." Rachel piped in quickly, "Just take your time to think about it. But we think you two would be happy seeing each other." She added quietly.
Quinn sighed, "I said I'd think about it."
Rachel looked at Santana who still had a confused scowl on her face, "Santana and I would be happy to discuss it with you when you're ready."
"She knows, dip shit." Santana snapped.
"Really, Santana?" Quinn raised an eyebrow at her.
Santana pursed her lips and sat back in her seat, barely stopping herself from rolling her eyes, "What's with you today?" Santana asked carefully.
Quinn sighed, "I'd rather be elsewhere." She mumbled.
Santana gave her an understanding look and Rachel looked offended, "Then why did you agree to come with us?"
"I didn't think I had much of a choice." She answered.
"Well excuse me for wanting to hang out with my friends." Rachel said sadly.
Quinn rolled her eyes, "It's not even about you, Rachel, I do like spending time with you. It's just...I don't even know."
"Do you feel the same, Santana?" Rachel asked.
"Currently? Yes." Santana admitted, "I have a sexy blonde to tend to."
Quinn bit back a grin as Rachel said, "Really? Why didn't either of you say anything? Wait...who do you have to be with, Quinn?" She asked, "I thought you didn't know who sent the flower to you?"
Santana snorted and shook her head. Rachel was being really slow right now, "Don't worry about it." She answered.
"Who even do you know in NYC? Or is it someone from Yale?" Rachel asked.
"The only people I know from here are you guys." Quinn said and Rachel furrowed her brow. Santana face-palmed and closed her eyes as she rested her face on her hand.
They finished eating quietly as Rachel continued to look confused. Quinn and Santana shared a look and shook their heads with a small grin. Wow.
"I really wish you didn't have to work tonight." Quinn whispered as they laid in bed on their sides, facing each other.
Santana frowned, "I tried to get someone to take over for me."
"I know." Quinn sighed.
Santana scooted closer, "We did spend the day together."
"Yeah, with Rachel." She frowned.
Santana snorted, "We're alone now."
"Halfway." Quinn pointed out.
Santana pursed her lips, "The curtain is there for a reason."
Quinn sighed, "Are we gonna talk about what you gave me today?"
Santana took a deep breath, "I think it spoke for itself, I'd rather have sweet lady kisses time."
"Santana." Quinn sighed.
"Quinn, I promise this will be something we talk about some other time but ever since you went off on Rachel all I've been thinking about is how extraordinarily sexy you are and just want to do something." Santana almost whined. And threw her hand over Quinn's waist and shook her slightly.
Quinn chuckled and shook her head, "What kind of something?"
"Whatever kind of something you let me do." She answered quietly.
"You have to leave in like thirty minutes." Quinn pointed out.
"I can make it work." Santana smirked and Quinn laughed again, "Wait is this a legitimate discussion?"
Quinn shrugged, "I haven't decided yet."
Santana gave her a soft smile, "Good to know." She laughed, "But, I mean I'd rather have more than thirty minutes with you. A night I have off would be better."
"A Sunday?" Quinn frowned, "Santana..."
"Don't even pull that card, Fabray." Santana said, narrowing her eyes.
Quinn snorted, "I just, I don't know. I feel silly for wanting to wait I mean, we're nineteen...almost twenty, and have already done it before." She admitted.
"It's not silly, babe." Santana reassured, "I mean, this is us we're talking about. Sure we're fabulous in the bedroom but is that really a relationship you wanna keep if you can't work outside the bedroom?"
"That's my point." Quinn said.
"Exactly." Santana said, "I think we're doing okay, better than before anyway, but ultimately I'm leaving the decision up to you, okay? Because you know if you said okay right now I'd be on top of you faster than you could say no." She smirked.
Quinn laughed, "I know."
Santana grinned, "Okay, can we stop wasting time and start now?"
Quinn snorted, "As you wish." She said and scooted closer as Santana caught her bottom lip between her own. She wasted no time guiding Quinn back onto her back and shifting herself to hover over her. She placed a hand on Quinn's stomach and slid it around to her waist, trying to scoot even closer.
They kissed slowly and tenderly as Quinn brought her own hand down to Santana's that was on her waist and slid it up and under her shirt to rest on her stomach. Santana pulled back and gave her a questioning look. Quinn grinned and let go of her hand and brought it up to Santana's face to pull her back to her lips.
Santana ran her hand over Quinn's flat stomach, ghosting the tips of her fingers over the definition of her abs that was accentuated each time she exhaled heavily. Quinn's tongue darted out to Santana's surprise and she happily accepted it. They both exhaled sharply in an attempt to stay quiet a Santana lightly scraped her nails down Quinn's stomach.
Quinn slid her hand from Santana's face, slowly down her neck and chest before grabbing a fistful of her shirt and yanking her over so she would lay on top of her. She bent her left leg up and out slightly as Santana rested between her legs. Quinn threw her arms up and around Santana's neck loosely, tangling her fingers in her hair. Santana's hand slid back to Quinn's waist and continued further around down her hip until she reached her ass.
"What was that you told me about being handsy?" Quinn asked playfully as she pulled back slightly to look at Santana.
Santana let out a breathless laugh, "Oops." She said and squeezed as she dove in and attached her lips to Quinn's neck. Quinn turned her head and moaned quietly at the sensation of both actions combined.
Santana continued kissing and nipping and licking along Quinn's collarbone to the other side of her neck and did the same all the way up. Quinn started squirming slightly underneath her.
"You okay?" Santana whispered as she looked into her eyes.
Quinn looked back at her, she could tell Santana was genuinely concerned about if Quinn was actually okay with what was happening. She just nodded and quickly reattached their lips, tongue diving right back in and gliding against Santana's as she ran her hands down Santana's back and under her shirt.
She lightly raked her nails up and down Santana's back. Quinn's mind raced back to their first night together when she first did that, for a much more intense reason, and she moaned into Santana's mouth. Santana mimicked the sound immediately.
She slid her hand to Quinn's thigh and pulled it towards her and Quinn lifted her foot and brought it over Santana's leg, tangling them. The pace of their kissing was slowly increasing and Quinn slid her hands back down to Santana's ass and squeezed.
Santana reacted with a sharp intake of air and grinding her hips down into Quinn, "Shit." Quinn hissed and closed her eyes tightly.
Santana raised an eyebrow as she studied Quinn's face. She voluntarily repeated the action and watched as Quinn struggled not to repeat her reaction, "Santana." She almost whined quietly and bit her lip.
"Santana!" They heard Rachel yell as she quickly approached the room. Quinn sat up quickly and Santana rolled over to the wrong side of the bed that didn't have enough space to hold her and didn't catch herself before she ended up on her ass on the floor. Rachel stormed through the curtain and was met with a very flustered Quinn sitting awkwardly in the middle of the bed.
"Where's Santana?" She asked, confused.
Quinn blinked at her and struggled to regain her composure as she saw a hand raise out of the corner of her eye, "Down here." Santana said in an abnormally high voice.
"Why are you on the floor?" Rachel asked, confused.
Santana finally stood up and took a deep breath, "I um, I," She rubbed at her head, Quinn couldn't tell if she hit it or if it was in thought, as she struggled to find what to say, "I just um, was seeing if I had any clothes to wash under the bed." She finally said.
"Oh..." Rachel nodded slowly as she glance back at Quinn who was lying down on the bed again, eyes closed tightly and concentrating on getting herself together, "Okay well, you left your phone in your purse and it was ringing...I don't know if it was important or anything so I thought I'd let you know. The ringtowas sounded like a Carrie Underwood song."
"Thanks. It was probably my mom." Santana nodded quickly, "I'll go check it in a minute."
Rachel nodded, "You're welcome." She said as she glanced between the two one more time before she walked out. Quinn heard Santana let out a large breath of relief.
"I'll be back." Santana muttered before she quickly made her way out of the room. Quinn cracked open one of her eyes and watched her walk out. She sighed and rolled onto her stomach, face down on the pillow. They both said right now wouldn't be the time yet if Rachel didn't come charging into to the room she's not sure what would've happened.
Santana stormed back into the room and made a beeline for her dresser. Quinn turned her head over and watched her as she quickly dug through the top drawer. She grabbed something and quickly closed it, turning around and noticing Quinn watching her. She blinked at her before she held up a pair of panties and smirked before she started walking out of the room without saying anything. Quinn turned her head around the other way as she walked through the curtain and dropped it heavily on the pillow again and whined quietly.
She reluctantly stood up and walked over to her bag, grabbing a change of her own and her sweatpants before walking into the living room. Rachel and Kurt turned to her and Kurt raised an eyebrow at her slightly disheveled hair and awkward stance.
"You gonna be okay?" He asked, trying not to laugh.
Quinn blinked at him, "I'll let you know after Santana gets home from work."
Kurt frowned and Rachel gave her another confused look before the bathroom door flew open and Quinn practically sprinted over. Santana looked up and was surprised to see Quinn standing right there. She looked down to what she was holding and looking back up, "Want me to help?" She smirked.
Quinn legitimately thought about saying yes and dragging her into the bathroom, not even caring if she contradicted herself from when they first started dating. But, she shook her head, "I think I can handle it." She said.
"'Kay." Santana said skeptically as she walked away, eye blatantly scanning over Quinn's body. She sighed and went into the bathroom, quickly changing and brushing her hair before she walked back out again. Santana was standing by door.
Quinn hesitated, not sure if she should walk over to her or not. But she did. Santana slipped her hand by the hem of Quinn's shirt a snuck a finger in the waistband of her sweatpants, "Have a good night and happy monthiversary." She whispered as she ran her finger back and forth before pulling it back and snapping the waistband against her.
Quinn pursed her lips, "You too, happy monthiversary."
Santana grinned and glanced over Quinn's shoulder before she jumped up and placed a quick peck on her lips, "Later guys!" She called by Quinn as she pulled away and gathered her things, "Bye, Q." She said quieter as went out the door.
"Bye." Quinn sighed and turned around.
"We should go see her in action!" Kurt suggested cheerfully.
"Tonight?" Rachel asked, "It's a weekday."
"So, maybe a ton of idiots won't be there. Come on it'll be fun!" He said.
Quinn rolled her eyes. She knew this was happening regardless of what she and Rachel wanted to do, "Right now?"
"of course not, I need to take a shower and you need to get rid of those awful sweatpants." He answered quickly.
Rachel frowned and Quinn glared at him. She's not so sure Santana's going to like them coming to see her. Well she might not mind her but Kurt and Rachel are another story.
"Ohhh no, you have to be joking." Rachel said as they walked through the door.
"Why?" Kurt asked, obviously excited.
"They're dancing on the bar, Kurt." Rachel said.
Quinn snorted, "Did you not know that?"
"I thought it was an exaggeration." Rachel said as he hooked his arms in hers and Quinn's and dragged them over to the bar.
"Look there's Santana." He said and pushed Quinn over and sat down on the stool next to her. Santana turned around and her eyes widened comically.
Quinn gave her a shy smile and Kurt watched with an amused look on his face. Rachel already had some big pink drink getting put in her hands.
Santana looked at them for a moment before she put on a poker face, "IDs?"
Quinn raised an eyebrow but dug through her purse for the correct ID. She pulled it out and handed it to her. Santana scanned over it quickly, "Thanks, Emily. What about you?" She asked Kurt.
"Oh I'm not drinking." He answered quickly before Rachel caught his attention.
"So what can I get you?" She asked Quinn.
"Surprise me." Quinn grinned. Santana shrugged and reached under the bar to start making her a drink.
"So, you're from Hawaii...what brings you to New York?" She asked as she went to work.
Quinn laughed quietly, "Them. No, actually I go to Yale, I'm staying with them for the summer."
"I'm sorry." Santana cringed making Quinn laugh again, "But Yale huh? Impressive. I guess this isn't natural then?" He smirked as she reached out and gently pulled on her hair.
"Shhhh," Quinn scowled, "No one is supposed to know." She said quietly, gesturing towards Kurt and Rachel.
"Ohhh, gotcha." Santana nodded, "Your secret's safe with me, blondie." She winked as she scooted her drink over to her, "Coyote Ugly Lemonade."
"Rosie, throw me those paper towels." Some girl yelled from a little way down the bar. Quinn snorted.
"Rosie?" She asked curiously.
Santana pursed her lips as she threw the girl the paper towels, "Rosario...I hate being called Rosie."
Quinn tilted her head, "Pretty name. Very fitting."
"You two do know I can hear all this right?" Kurt asked, turning his attention to them briefly.
"Don't care." Santana said quickly, "And thank you." She smiled at Quinn.
Quinn smiled in return, "So uh, do you dance too or..?"
Santana smirked, "Next dance is mine, any requests?"
"Not really." Quinn answered.
"Is this some weird foreplay thing?" Kurt asked Quinn quietly.
"Do you really want to know the answer to that?" She asked in return. He looked at her for a moment and shook his head.
"Probably not." He said and turned back to Rachel as Santana scooted her drink to her.
"He worried you found someone to take home?" Santana smirked.
Quinn snorted and raised an eyebrow at her, "Should he be?" She asked as Santana just continued smirking at her.
"Rosario quit flirting with the customers and go get ready for the performance." Some girl yelled through the door behind Santana.
"Be right back." Santana smirked as she walked back through the door.
"Oh yay, we get to see your girl in action!" Kurt said excitedly.
Quinn narrowed her eyes at him, "Can you cool it around Rachel?" She asked.
"Why?" He asked confused.
"Santana doesn't really want her to know right now, I don't know." Quinn said.
"Huh, weird." He said as the door burst open and Santana, flanked by four other girls, came out and jumped up on the bar in front of them. Right in front of them.
"Oh, god." Quinn mumbled as she took in Santana's cut off shirt and shorts. Santana looked down at her and winked before she pointed at someone in the back of the room to cue the music.
Quinn sighed when Turn Me On started playing and Kurt nudged her. She glared at him before looking back up and watching as the girls rocked their hips in beat at the start of the song before the vocals kicked in. Quinn watched all the twisting and turning and gyrating, almost mesmerized until they squatted down at the start of the second chorus and Santana reached out and ran her finger along Quinn's jaw with a smirk before she slowly stood up again.
Quinn pursed her lips and shifted in her seat as she impatiently waited for the song and dance to be over. Thankfully it ended shortly after and after a quick bow, they hopped off the bar. Santana leaned over and rested on her forearms, smirking at Quinn who just released a huge breath of air.
"You okay, blondie?" Santana asked quietly.
Quinn cleared her throat and nodded quickly, "Yeah, yeah. Very impressive."
"I think she means that her mouth wasn't the only part of her watering as she watched you." Kurt said quietly, leaning in towards them.
Santana burst into laughter as Quinn's jaw dropped practically through the floor and backhanded his arm, hard, "Kurt!"
"What's happening?" Rachel asked, peeking around Kurt with a straw to her drink glued to her mouth, "Good job by the way, Santana. Muy hot." She grinned.
Santana snorted, "Don't let her have any more of that." Quinn buried her face in her hands as Santana answered Rachel's question, "And don't worry about it." She smirked as she looked back at Quinn.
"Will you make another one of these for me please?" Quinn mumbled through her hands.
"Sure thing." Santana said.
She quickly made it and scooted it across the counter before she yelled down the bar, "I'm taking fifteen!" That being said she hopped over the bar and sat on the stool on Quinn's other side.
She pulled Quinn's hands away from her face and swiveled her around to face her, "You okay?" She asked through a chuckle.
"I will be...like next year." Quinn sighed as she opened her eyes and looked at her.
Santana snorted, "It's not my fault I'm just so damn sexy you can't handle it."
Quinn rolled her eyes and shook her head with a grin, "Whatever Rosario."
"Too bad I don't have a girlfriend to flaunt it all off to." Santana sighed.
"Maybe that could change." Quinn suggested with a smirk.
Santana raised an eyebrow, "Oh really?"
"Santana!" A lady called out as she came out of the door, "You can leave of you want. We got it covered for the night."
"How convenient." Quinn grinned.
"Just hurry up and finish that." Santana shook her head and jumped off of her stool, "I'm gonna get my things, be right back." She said before quickly glancing by her head and giving her a quick kiss.
Quinn, against her better judgement, quickly finished her drink before Santana came back out. When she did she said, "Don't worry about paying, it's taken care of...even Pinky over there." She said gesturing towards Rachel.
"'Kayyy." Quinn said happily as she hopped off her stool and followed Santana through the building and out the door. Santana turned around and made sure they were all there before hailing a large cab.
Quinn and Santana got in the very back leaving Rachel and Kurt to sit in the middle. Kurt rattled off their address and away they went. Quinn leaned into Santana and closed her eyes.
"You were fine before I went to the back what happened?" Santana chuckled.
"I think I drank it too fast." Quinn sighed, "You're really hot by the way."
"I gathered that." Santana grinned, "You didn't give me a tip though." She pointed out teasingly.
"Don't look so hot next time. I don't want everyone gawking at you." Quinn giggled.
"Smartass." Santana laughed.
"But you love me." Quinn mumbled and she felt Santana tense slightly. She sat up quickly, "I didn't mean like, love me I mean-." Quinn said quickly.
Santana raised an eyebrow at her, "I know what you meant." She said quietly before she wrapped her arm around Quinn and pulled her back into her side.
Quinn left her head up and kissed just underneath Santana's ear softly making Santana turn to face her. She placed a long kiss on her lips before pulling back just a tad and looked her in the eyes, "Happy monthiversary, San." She said quietly.
Santana smiled, "Happy monthiversary, honey bear." She responded quietly as Quinn rested against her again.