Well, hello. Thanks again for everything :) I feel like this chapter was a long time coming. Very long time haha, but, I must as you not to judge it because I just feel super awkward writing these things but it needed to happen before everyone explodes with anticipation (including myself.) So yay, enjoy!
"Santana I don't think it's going anywhere this time." Quinn said as she watched Santana inspect the curtain they all finally got put back up with a team effort.
"Yeah well I didn't think it'd be going anywhere the first time it got put up." Santana frowned as she gave it one final tug.
"If you don't stop pulling on it, it will come tumbling down on you again," Quinn said with a small laugh, "Come to bed." She said, quieter now.
Santana turned around and looked at her, sitting on the edge of the bed looking back at her intently. She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes thoughtfully, "Why are you suddenly so ready for something to happen now?"
"I told you...I know we are and will be okay. And because if this doesn't happen soon I'm pretty sure we might explode." She laughed quietly.
Santana grinned and slowly approached her, "What about the other thing?"
"I'm gonna have to get over that regardless." She answered quietly as Santana reached her and pushed her fingers back through Quinn's hair as she stood in front of her.
"This probably goes against everything you believe in especially in regards to me but maybe you can let me take the reigns and teach you a thing or two." Santana smirked.
Quinn chuckled, "You've so kindly pointed out before, several times actually, that we've done this before. I know what to do I'm just...nervous that I don't know what I'm doing...if that makes sense." She frowned.
Santana blinked at her as she brought her hands from Quinn's hair to her face and pushed together her cheeks, "Yeah I think I get it." She said with a grin as Quinn batted her hands away from her face.
Santana nudged Quinn's knees apart to stand between them and brought her hands to Quinn's shoulders, squeezing them. She gave her a small smile, "We can wait a little longer if you want to." She offered quietly.
Quinn shook her head, "I'm...no. No."
Santana raised an eyebrow, "Okay okay." She said quietly.
They looked at each other for a long moment, "Do something." Quinn said quickly.
Santana chuckled quietly, "Calm down." She said and leaned down for a kiss. Quinn's hands remained idle in her lap as Santana's got lost in Quinn's hair again as she tried to deepen the kiss.
Santana sensed Quinn's hesitation and pulled back to look at her, "Lay down." She requested, spinning her finger around so she'd lay the right way on the bed. Quinn blinked at her but twisted around and rested her head on her pillow looking at Santana nervously.
Santana pulled off her jeans before climbing onto the bed and throwing a leg over Quinn to straddle her waist, "What makes you think I didn't wanna do that?" Quinn asked trying to fake a frown.
"They were tight, I didn't wanna wait." She responded quietly with a grin.
Quinn chuckled quietly and brought her hands up to rest on Santana's thighs, sliding up and down aimlessly. Santana leaned down and kissed her again, Quinn's hands moving from her legs into Santana's shirt, sliding up and down her sides slowly. Santana slid her tongue across Quinn's lips and Quinn happily granted her access, both making a noise somewhere between a whimper and a quiet moan.
Santana brought a hand from by Quinn's head to rest on her chest, tracing the neckline of her shirt before slowly traveling lower. She grabbed a fistful of the shirt and sat up, "Up." She said as she pulled her up with her.
Quinn sat up and lifted her arms allowing Santana to slowly push her shirt up and over her head, her hands running against Quinn's skin the entire time as she watched. After Santana threw the shirt across the room she reattached their lips, resting her hands on Quinn's sides so she'd stay up with her.
After a moment, Santana slid her hands forward to Quinn's front and pushed gently, signaling for her to lie back down. Santana looked down at her, her eyes roaming over her. Quinn's breathing was coming and going in short, rapid breaths, her heart beating faster under Santana's intense gaze.
Santana's eyes flickered to the left side of her rib cage and hips. She pouted slightly and reached out to run her fingers over the fading scars. Quinn took in a deep breath and watched Santana's face as she watched her own movements, "I didn't notice these last time." She said just above a whisper.
Quinn shrugged but didn't say anything. She was self-conscious about them, mainly because she freaking hated them. Why they were there. It reminded her of the sad place she was in that she tried to desperately hide around Rachel and anyone else. When she thought everything she had worked for and pushed through was all for nothing. Santana's gaze lifted back to Quinn's, "You're so strong, Q. Always remember that, okay?" She said quietly, almost like she could read Quinn's thoughts. Reassuring her if she could make it through that, she could make it through anything else.
She shifted her attention away from there and over to flat stomach, running over them up over her bra, "And so incredibly beautiful..." She traced her index finger along the edge on both sides before she leaned down and kissed her again, "And sexy." She mumbled before she quickly pulled away from her lips to kiss along her jaw to her neck. Quinn turned her head and sighed and Santana worked her way down. Santana reached under Quinn, making her back arch slightly when she reached her chest, placing light kisses as she found the clasp to Quinn's bra.
She pulled back and looked up to Quinn who just nodded quickly, giving her permission to unhook her bra. She did so swiftly and quickly moved to pull the straps down Quinn's arms and threw it off across the room as well. She sat up again to look at her.
"Ah ah," Santana scolded when Quinn started to get uncomfortable and tried to cross her arms. She grabbed her wrists and made her put her hands on her waist and let go to slide hers back up Quinn's stomach. She slid them over her breasts, avoiding her nipples before leaning back down and kissing where she left off.
Quinn was sighing and starting to squirm around underneath her with the anticipation, "Santana." She groaned.
Santana ran her hand across the swell of Quinn's left breast and circled her nipple before pinching it as she placed her mouth on her other one. Quinn arched up slightly and bit her lip as a small sound tried to escape her mouth. Santana sucked and pinched for a moment before releasing and pulling back to smirk at Quinn who whined quietly at the loss of contact.
"Why'd you stop?" She whined quietly as she shifted around underneath her again.
Santana grinned and tilted her head, "Don't you want me to go lower?"
Quinn's eyes fluttered closed, "God, yes. Please." She moaned at the thought.
"Thought so." Santana muttered as she kissed Quinn's sternum and began making her way down and across Quinn's stomach with open-mouthed kisses. She brought her hands back up to Quinn's breasts as she took her time kissing and licking across her abs and ribs. Quinn moaned restlessly again, Santana inching further and further down before she reached the top of Quinn's jeans.
She reached down to undo them but Quinn stopped her and sat up, "Wait," She said quietly.
"What? What's wrong?" Santana asked, growing concerned.
Quinn grinned at her reassuringly, "Why do you keep taking my clothes off but not any of yours?"
Santana snorted, "I wasn't thinking about me."
"That's a first." Quinn laughed and Santana scoffed before she tore her shirt over her head.
"Better?" She asked, arms spread out.
"Not quite." Quinn answered and reached around to unhook her bra, sliding it down her arms and tossing it aside, "Now it is." She said, her voice dropping slightly before she looked back up into Santana's eyes.
She surged forward and took Santana's nipple into her mouth, earning a sharp gasp from Santana who was taken by surprise. Her back arched slightly and she brought a hand to Quinn's hair to keep her put. She sucked hard one final time before releasing and moving to the other side to do the same. Santana moaned again as Quinn continued the action with her hands sliding down to squeeze her ass as she did so.
Santana's hips rocked forward looking for some sort of contact as Quinn continued. Quinn's lips released her and she pushed forward, pulling Santana's legs from under her so she'd lay on her back. She settled between Santana's legs, slowly lowering herself. She watched between them as she lowered herself, their breasts coming into contact with each others. She bit her lip and rested fully against her, Santana making some indistinguishable noise in her ear before she turned her head to look at her.
"What do you think you're doing?" Santana asked lowly, wrapping her legs around Quinn's waist.
Quinn chuckled as she lowered her face to Santana's, "What does it look like I'm doing?" She asked, grinding her hips down slightly.
Santana's hips bucked up as she struggled to respond, "Definitely not acting like you were ten minutes ago."
"Practice makes perfect right?" She smirked before she pressed her lips to Santana's.
Santana groaned and brought her hands back to the top of Quinn's jeans, "Whatever just take these fucking things off." She mumbled as she unbuttoned them and slid down the zipper. She released the death grip her legs had around Quinn's waist so she could shimmy them off, kicking them off by the pillow she was previously laying on.
She smirked before attaching her lips to Santana's neck as she brought her legs back around her waist, "Fucking hell, Quinn." Santana groaned as Quinn started rocking lightly against her as she nipped and kissed up and down Santana's neck.
"What's the problem, San?" Quinn asked quietly as she trailed a hand down Santana's side, down her thigh and back up again, resting on her breast and squeezing her nipple again as she ground her hips down again.
Santana's hips rocked up again, silently pleading for more contact, "You know what the problem is." She growled.
"Tell me." Quinn requested, looking into Santana's eyes.
"What happened to being all nervous and shit?" Santana rolled her eyes.
"You're hot I got over it." Quinn answered easily as she brought her hand down between them and traced her finger along the waistband of Santana's panties.
"Of course you did." Santana said, squirming slightly.
"Can I take these off?" Quinn asked, snapping it against Santana's skin.
"I will murder you if you don't." Santana said, unhooking her legs again.
Quinn snorted and sat up between her legs, hooking her fingers in the top and slowly pulling down when Santana's raised her hips. After she pulled them all the way off she tossed them aside and looked back down at a now completely naked Santana.
"God." She muttered as she stared.
"I know you didn't forget how sexy I am." Santana smirked.
Quinn narrowed her eyes at her, "How could I?" She said, halfway sarcastically.
"Now yours." Santana commanded.
Quinn raised an eyebrow but lifted herself up and pulled them down, tossing them aside with the rest of their clothes scattered around. Santana bit her lip as she looked at Quinn the way Quinn was looking at her.
"Speechless?" Quinn smirked.
"I swear to god it's zero to sixty with you sometimes, I feel like I have whiplash." Santana said. Quinn leaned down and pulled herself up across Santana's body with a grin.
"You should be happier about this." Quinn said pointedly, wiggling her hips.
Santana let out a strangled noise, "God just fuck me, Fabray."
Quinn pursed her lips as she looked into Santana's eyes, her hand sliding down between them slowly. She moved down further and hesitantly slid a finger up through Santana's wet folds.
"God, Santana." Quinn gasped when she felt how wet she was and a long moan tore from Santana's throat.
"Fuck." Santana hissed, eyes fluttering closed when Quinn brushed over her clit, her hips rocking up again for more contact. Quinn went back to Santana's entrance and hesitated slightly. Santana sensed it again and opened her eyes, "Q, I know for a fact you know what you're doing. Just fuck me." She ended sharply, giving Quinn a very pointed look.
Quinn's eyes flickered between hers before she slowly pushed two fingers into Santana, "Jesus, fuck." Santana moaned. Quinn moaned in return at the sound and at the feel of Santana stretching around her fingers.
She stayed still for a moment when she was as far as she could go, giving Santana a second to adjust. She shifted slightly so she was straddling Santana's leg to give her arm and hand more room to comfortably move, "If you don't do something like now I will throw you off of me and do it myself, Quinn." She warned.
Quinn just smirked and pulled out of her before shoving her fingers back into her causing another moan to rip from Santana's throat. Quinn started pumping her fingers in and out, "You were saying?" She asked in her ear before she rested her forehead on her shoulder and started rocking her hips behind her hand for more pressure.
Santana moaned some unintelligible answer as she rocked her hips up in time with Quinn, "Is this good?" Quinn asked breathlessly, her nervousness getting the best of her again.
"Yesss." Santana answered through another moan. She let go of the sheets she had in a death grip and placed them on Quinn's hips and twisting over quickly, switching positions and earning a surprised noise from Quinn as she landed on her back.
Santana smirked down at her as they both stilled their movements, Quinn's fingers still inside her, "You're cute...but we're doing this at the same time. So I have to be on top." Santana said before she pushed two fingers inside Quinn before she had a chance to argue. However Quinn was pretty sure she didn't have to be on top.
Quinn gasped and moaned in surprise, her hips rocking up and in turn pushing her fingers deeper in Santana. Santana moaned as Quinn's fingers brushed the rough spot inside her. Santana began rocking her hips, moving in and out of Quinn, Quinn doing the same, both barely able to stay in synch with each other.
"God, Santana. Faster." Quinn moaned.
Santana groaned as she started rocking her hips and pumping her fingers faster, Quinn's pace increased as well to keep up. Quinn started curling her fingers on each thrust, "Oh my god." Santana moaned quietly and repeated the action inside Quinn, earning the same reaction.
Quinn felt Santana start to tighten around her fingers as she started a quiet chant in Quinn's ear consisting of the words fuck and shit and Quinn and don't stop for the love of god. Quinn groaned and ignored the burning in her forearm. She twisted her wrist around and brushed her thumb against Santana's clit with a well timed thrust and Santana came undone.
"Holy fuck, Quinn!" She struggled to stay quiet as she buried her face in Quinn's shoulder with another string of moans and obscenities came flooding out of her mouth as her thrusts inside Quinn became harder and more erratic.
Watching and listening to Santana come undone of top of her was way more than enough to send her over the edge as well and she came with a loud moan too, "Santana, ohhh my god." She moaned before Santana lifted her head and attached her mouth to Quinn's to swallow each others moans as they finished riding out their orgasms.
"Holy shit." Santana said breathlessly as she rolled off of Quinn, pulling her fingers out and wiping them on the sheets. Quinn went to do the same but Santana rolled on her side and grabbed her wrist. She brought her hand up to Quinn's lips, "Wanna taste?" She raised her eyebrows suggestively.
Quinn didn't question and pulled her fingers into her mouth, licking Santana's essence off of herself. Santana watched her intently, biting her lip as Quinn groaned quietly at the taste. When she was done, Santana lunged forward and kissed her again, tasting herself in Quinn's mouth and moaning.
"Taste good?" Quinn teased when she pulled back.
"Not as good as you do, I'm sure." Santana said lowly as her eyes roamed back down Quinn's body. She looked back into Quinn's eyes and pushed the hair sticking to her face back.
Quinn laughed breathlessly, "Why don't you find out?"
"'Kay." Santana said with a devilish grin. She sat up and shimmied down the bed, resting on her knees at Quinn's feet, running her fingers through her own hair, "You sure you're ready?" She asked with a smirk.
Quinn raised an eyebrow at her, "I think I can handle it."
Santana shrugged and started roaming her hands up and down Quinn's lower legs, "Just making sure." She said, laying down on her stomach, her face just inches from where Quinn wanted it, "You have to be quiet on your own this time." She pointed out as she nudged Quinn's legs farther apart.
Quinn rolled her eyes and looked down her body at Santana. Just seeing her there brought on a new wave of arousal and she wasn't even touching her yet. Santana smirked at her before she kissed the inside of Quinn's thigh softly. She kissed all the way up and smirked up at her again as she ghosted across her center to do the same to the other leg. She ran her hand down Quinn's leg and pulled it over her shoulder before she blew softly between her legs.
Quinn gasped quietly, "Santana please." She husked quietly.
"Please what, baby?" Santana asked, mocking Quinn from earlier before placing a soft kiss on her center.
"Don't tease." She said restlessly.
"Q..." Santana drawled out.
"God just...ugh, fuck me please." Quinn finally spat out, frustrated.
Santana groaned at her words and quickly dove forward, running her tongue up through Quinn's slit, "Holy, oh my god." Quinn said, bucking her hips up and throwing her head back on the bed as Santana moaned again at her first taste of her. Santana brought her hands up and rested them on Quinn's hips to keep her still as she repeated the action, earning the same response again.
She did it one last time, stopping at her clit and wrapping her lips around it, sucking lightly before flicking her tongue over it. Quinn was writhing and whimpering and moaning above her as her hand flew to Santana's hair to keep her there if not to increase the pressure.
Santana moaned against her at the noises she was making, the small vibration traveling all throughout Quinn's body, "Jesus, Santana." She said, her voice raising another octave as Santana continued sucking and licking at her clit. Her hips rocked wildly against Santana's face even though Santana was trying to hold her still.
Quinn started to feel the coiling low in her stomach again as Santana continued the ministrations, "Please don't stop, San. I'm so close." Quinn whined.
Santana looked up at her through her eyelashes to watch the scene unfold as she licked across her clit before pulling it back into her mouth, teeth scraping across it, "Holy, oh my...shit!" Quinn said loudly, bringing her free hand up to her mouth as her back arched off the bed, "God, Santana!" She mumbled into her hand as Santana continued licking, getting all of Quinn that she could as she rode out her orgasm.
Santana slinked back up Quinn's body when she was done with a proud smirk before she took her hand away from her mouth and kissed her. Quinn tried to moan, it came out more as a whine as she tasted herself. Santana pulled back and rolled over to rest against Quinn's side as she calmed down. Her breathing slowly came back to normal as Santana traced random patterns across her stomach. She turned her head lazily to Santana, "I don't know I still think you taste better." She smirked.
Santana snorted and shook her head, "I think we can agree to disagree here."
Quinn shrugged, "Maybe I need to check again?" She suggested quietly.
Santana raised an eyebrow, "You sure?"
Quinn nodded, "Why not?"
Santana grinned, "If you say so."
"'Kay" Quinn winked before adjusting herself on top of Santana, "Rachel and Kurt are gonna hate us."
"They can get over it." Santana laughed before connecting their lips.
"Hey sexy lady." Santana said as she snuck up behind Quinn and wrapped her arms around her waist. Quinn stood up straight and leaned back into her as she watched the bowl turn in the microwave turn.
"Hey yourself." She said quietly as she rested her hands on Santana's arms.
"What are you making?" Santana asked, squeezing her in closer.
"Oatmeal." Quinn said unenthusiastically.
Santana snorted, "Nothing else?"
"Nothing that isn't vegan crap." Quinn frowned, "I miss bacon."
"We can go out for breakfast if you want." Santana suggested.
Quinn hummed in thought, "I feel like not doing anything actually. Maybe tomorrow?"
"It's a date." Santana grinned against her shoulder blade, "Why don't you wanna do anything today?" She asked, Quinn could hear the smirk in her voice.
"Oh I don't know, it's not like I was...busy all night and barely got four hours of sleep." Quinn said sarcastically.
"It's your fault for waking up so early." Santana pointed out.
"It's nine, Santana, that's not that early." Quinn said.
"Early for me." Santana mumbled as her hands started sliding down Quinn's stomach, "We can always go back to bed anyway, no one else is up."
"I'm fine." Quinn said quickly as she tried to squirm out of Santana's grasp.
Santana slid in front of Quinn as she turned her around and pushed her against the counter, "Super fine." She smirked.
"Cheesy much?" Quinn laughed.
"That's unfortunately what you do to me." Santana laughed as well as she slid her hands to Quinn's bare thighs and up under short shorts to squeeze her ass, "We have about three minutes to kill until that's done, how much you wanna bet I can have you screaming my name by the time it dings?" Santana asked confidently with another squeeze.
Quinn raised her eyebrows and struggled to ignore the shiver those words caused to go straight between her legs, "I think I'm done for awhile, San."
"Told you you couldn't handle it." Santana smirked.
Quinn pursed her lips, "I can and did handle it just fine, Santana. But after awhile enough is enough for now."
"But the counter behind you is just begging me to lift you up there and fuck you again." Santana said lowly.
"That's unsanitary, Santana." Quinn said trying not to laugh...or moan.
"I promise I'll clean it up." Santana said, her tongue darting out over her lips..
Quinn didn't know whether to laugh or to give in, "Santana..."
The microwave went off behind her, startling them both slightly and Santana continued staring basically into her soul. She slid her hands up to the waistband of her shorts and slipped her index finger in either side and slowly started to push them down. She was giving Quinn a huge opportunity to stop her and just walk away but she wasn't taking it.
Santana knelt down on her knees as she slid them the rest of the way down and guiding them over Quinn's feet. She kissed the inside of her legs softly and she rubbed the outside of them with her hands. Quinn was watching through half closed eyes she was struggling to keep open as she bit her lips in an attempt to prevent any loud noises escaping them.
Santana ghosted her lips over where Quinn wanted them most when she made it to the top of her legs. Then she stood up and quickly pulled Quinn in for a deep kiss, immediately swiping her tongue over Quinn's lip. Quinn moaned quietly and wrapped her arms around Santana's waist to try to pull her closer. She spread her legs further apart, hoping Santana would get the hint. Santana slid her hands up under Quinn's tank top and started squeezing and playing with her nipples, causing another strangled noise to come out of Quinn's mouth.
"I didn't know Quinn Fabray could be so sexual." Santana said quietly before she reattached her lips to Quinn's neck.
"Learn something new every day, huh?" Quinn asked through another moan.
"And I thought you didn't like to say fuck and shit." Santana pointed out as she continued working on her neck.
"Oh well." Quinn struggled to respond.
She felt Santana smirk against her skin before she slid her hands back behind Quinn's legs, "Up." She said and Quinn jumped up just enough to help her get her on the counter.
Santana pushed Quinn's legs apart as she ran her hands up and down her thighs, "So wet and we've barely done anything." Santana thought out loud, with an almost condescending tone before she absently brought a finger over and ran it through her folds.
Quinn's hips jerked, "San, please." She whined.
"Oh you want me to do it now?" Santana asked.
"Just hurry." Quinn groaned quickly.
Santana pulled her closer to the edge and Quinn leaned back on her hands waiting impatiently for her to do something. Santana looked like she was thinking for a moment before she took a short step backwards and leaned forward, swiping her tongue up through Quinn. Her hips jerked up and her back arched as she released a large breath.
Santana stopped and looked up at her, "You have to be quiet, got it?"
Quinn just bit her lip and nodded quickly. Santana pulled Quinn's legs over her shoulders and dove back in again, circling her tongue around and over Quinn's clit repeatedly. Quinn threw her head back and knocked it against the cabinet, "Ow, Jesus!" She said loudly, "I'm fine." She groaned quickly before Santana could stop when she looked up at her.
She put a hand over her mouth to stop the moans from coming out too loud. And possibly tears. Her head was throbbing. She ignored it though and concentrated on Santana and her face between her legs.
"Quinn are you-Oh my god!" They heard from across the kitchen shortly after, "What the, oh god." Rachel said and Santana stood up quickly and reached down to hand Quinn her shorts.
"Good morning, Berry." Santana said, casually wiping her mouth off as she stood in front of Quinn as she shimmied her shorts back on quickly before jumping down and rubbing the back of her head.
Rachel stared at them wide eyed and mouth agate. Quinn turned around and got her oatmeal out of the microwave and grabbed a spoon, "I make food there!" Rachel finally spat out.
Quinn turned away and started eating her food trying to ignore the ache between her legs and on her head and the fact that she had never been so embarrassed in her life. This is why she shouldn't listen to Santana about these things. Meanwhile she heard the floor creaking slightly behind her repeatedly, indicating Rachel was probably pacing around again.
"You were-I just...oh my god!" Rachel practically yelled in a voice about two octaves higher than normal, "I can't even look at you two now!"
"That's funny because you've been staring at us like Miss Pillsbury...Mrs. Schuester now oops, for about...the whole time." Santana pointed out.
"What is going on out here?" A groggy Kurt asked as he came charging out of his room.
"They were having sex on the counter!" Rachel nearly screamed as she began pacing faster.
Kurt looked between all of them before he snorted, "Didn't get enough last night, huh?"
"What?" Santana spat.
"Don't play dumb, Santana. Pretty sure the neighbors could've heard your poor attempts at staying quiet." Kurt said.
"Oh my god." Quinn groaned around a mouthful of oatmeal before covering her face with her hands.
"This isn't even about that, Kurt!" Rachel screeched, "I saw Santana defiling Quinn on the counter! The same counter I make dinner on! The same counter that...is a counter!"
"I'm glad you were able to come to that conclusion." Santana said sarcastically.
"Why did you think that would be okay!?" Rachel asked, finally standing still, still gaping at her.
"Will you stop acting like this is some huge scandal? Q is clearly already embarrassed enough she doesn't need your over dramatic screechy voice yelling these things." Santana said.
"You're lucky I have bleach." Rachel said in a somewhat normal voice now as she walked over to look under the sink. She grabbed it, gloves and a rag and walked over to them, "Move. I'd make you do it but you'd probably just finish instead of cleaning." Rachel cringed as they moved out of her way.
"You've done it. All the bad things you've done to Rachel over the years and you finally did the one thing that sent her over the edge." Kurt said.
"Shut up." Quinn mumbled before she threw her bowl and spoon in the sink.
"All in good fun." Kurt defended.
"It most certainly is not good fun, Kurt." Rachel said, sounding offended as she cleaned the counter where Quinn had been sitting.
"I thought it was." Santana shrugged.
"I'm going to take a shower." Quinn mumbled.
"Need any company?" Santana asked flirtatiously.
"Oh god no," Rachel said almost immediately, "I don't want to clean the whole apartment of your filth."
Santana snorted, "You do know its a shower right?"
Quinn sighed, "I think I'll be fine, San."
"Are you sure? At least let me finish what I started." Santana said sweetly.
"Oh my god, Santana!" Rachel screeched again. Kurt was just watching with an amused look on his face, not at all phased by what Santana was saying.
"Well, Berry, if you're so intent on cleaning the whole place of our "filth" then when you get done there you might wanna go over your room." Santana said.
Rachel immediately turned around, eyes comically widened again, "Are you serious!?"
"No, she's not." Quinn quickly butted in, "Santana stop."
"Why? This is fun, look at her." Santana pointed as Rachel turned back around.
Quinn rolled her eyes, "Leave her alone."
Santana narrowed her eyes at her, "Fine."
"Thank you." Quinn said before walking out of the room and into Santana's to grab a change of clothes. She shifted her shorts around uncomfortably with a small whine as she dug through her things. Definitely a problem.
Quinn and Rachel sat on opposite ends of the couch later that night watching TV. Santana had gone to work and Kurt was hanging out with a few friends from work. Rachel had barely spoken to either Quinn or Santana all day so needless to say there was a lot of tension between the two right now.
"Rachel," Quinn said hesitantly. Rachel glanced over at her so she took that as a good sign, "I'm sorry about earlier...you know-"
"You don't have to say it," Rachel said quickly, "I accept your apology just please never ever do that again."
"Don't worry." Quinn said with a sigh, "That was more embarrassment than I needed for one morning."
Rachel laughed despite herself, "It's just so freaking weird seeing you two act the way you do. Since I found out yesterday you're not as private about it as you apparently have been...however looking back I probably should've noticed since you were being weird."
Quinn chuckled, "I'm not gonna lie it took awhile to get used to it. However natural it felt with her it was just...odd, like...not being at each others throats and actually being nice and stuff."
"I can see that." Rachel smiled, "It's weird seeing you hold hands or hug or kiss...or have sex on my counter."
Quinn snorted and covered her face with her hand, "Sorry." She mumbled again.
Rachel chuckled, "But really...I'm not gonna lie I was skeptical at first but after Santana almost tore my head off outside the coffee shop I could see that she /really/ cares about you. She's kinda always been like that now that I think about it. No one else can bitch at you but she can." She laughed again.
"I've noticed that." Quinn grinned.
"So, it was your idea? This whole thing?" Rachel asked.
Quinn shrugged and nodded, "I put forth a plan and it took awhile for Santana to go along with it but...she finally did."
Rachel smiled at her, "For...a month I think Kurt said?"
"A month last Tuesday yeah." Quinn smiled.
"I'm happy you two are happy. You're oddly perfect for each other now that you're not always arguing and stuff." Rachel said.
Quinn laughed, "Thanks."
"How is she about the whole Beth thing?" Rachel asked hesitantly.
Quinn shrugged, "She seems fine...I told her I think I should just wait awhile, til we're both older and stuff. Right now I don't think she'd be able to...I don't wanna say /care/ but I just don't think my presence would matter much to her at such a young age you know? And I kinda just wanna, be happy and not worry about that...I finally feel like I can be for awhile while I'm here with you guys and Santana." Quinn explained, "And she thinks that's a good idea. Whether or not because it meant she didn't have to deal with it I don't know." She ended with a laugh.
Rachel nodded and smiled, "Yeah I get it...maybe I can give Shelby your number? Or just ask for an update when you want?"
"You can talk to her for now." Quinn grinned.
"Okay well...just let me know." Rachel gave her a soft smile.
Quinn nodded, "Thank you, for everything." Quinn said.
Rachel tilted her head but didn't question her, "You're welcome, Quinn...And I'm sorry for acting the way I did I mean...I just, knowing that you guys were purposely hiding it from me even when Kurt knew kinda hurt." She admitted.
"I know, Rach. I'm sorry we didn't just tell you but...I don't know. Plus Santana was weird about it so..." Quinn said apologetically, "And I'm sorry for bitching at you...I now realize it was a tad hypocritical of me."
Rachel chuckled, "It's fine...that's what friends do right?"
"Only the best." Quinn laughed.
Rachel looked at her for a moment, "You know I never would've thought you would end up one of my best friends." She smiled.
Quinn smiled and shrugged, "I think I could say that about a lot of things in my life right now."
Rachel's eyes widened slightly, "Right!? You and Santana dating, Santana living with me and Kurt, you and I being besties, I'm not centering my life around Finn anymore and not caring about it...it's all very different than I thought it would be."
Quinn nodded and grinned, "But I wouldn't change a thing."
Rachel beamed, "Neither would I!"