Summary: One-shot is set in the Harry Potter Universe. Quinn always knew she was different but she had hoped that going to Hogwarts would put her amongst others like herself. Unfortunately for her, the harsh words still continue. Her fellow Witches and Wizards put off by her rare ability to change her appearance at will. (Originally written and submitted to AO3 for Quinntana week 2013, theme was Popular/Nerd.) This story, like the first has potential to be a full blown story but is very intimidating to me. If I were to rewrite it for a multi-chapter format the g!p would not be included and more light would be shed on how Quinn came to possess her powers and the Marauder's Map.
Rating: M (Warning for non descriptive g!p)
Genre: Hurt / Comfort / Friendship / Romance
Pairings: Quinntana / Mild Brittana / Mild Unholy Trinity Friendship
A/N: Hello guys! Thank you to those of you that reviewed the last chapter, definitely would love to see any more AU suggestions you guys have. So thank you for yours silentreader, I will do my best to attempt those after I finish the other ones I have planned. :)
Quinn groaned, her back stiffening as Santana's nails dragged down its expanse.
She shuddered as the smaller body beneath her own arched up, pressing them more firmly together. At the rate they were going, she would be
coming undone in no time. She couldn't have that, she knew Santana needed more than that. She wouldn't be a Finn Hudson. (The boy was a
laughing stock, wide known for his inability to keep it together long enough to pleasure whoever he was able to get close to.)
Quinn furrowed her brows, tendrils of pink hair clinging to the slight sheen of sweat that covered her face. Her mind raced, trying to find
something to distract herself from her pleasure so that she could prolong the experience.
The beginning, what led up to this moment, was a good place to start.
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Quinn was as relieved as her parents were the day that her letter came from Hogwarts, the Muggles were eager to be rid of their strange
adopted daughter.
She hadn't always been this way and they took every opportunity to remind her of that and how freakishly different she was.
When she started to go through puberty she had noticed other changes aside from the normal ones. Her hair would grow faster, stop growing
and would even at times be shorter when she woke up. Her skin tone would change, her nails and even some facial features. She tried her
best to hide it from her parents, even taking to skipping school so that her peers wouldn't see.
But the older she got, the harder it got to hide her 'condition.' She forced herself to concentrate in an attempt to control the changes and
slowly but surely, she was able to.
In the end she decided to change her pretty but plain appearance to one of a much more contrasting affect. Vibrant pink, choppy, shoulder
length hair. Pale skin and a tall, lithe body.
Her parents were less than pleased by her new look, another thing they reminded her of constantly. She had shrugged it off, returning full
time to class now that she had her abilities under control.
Her other powers had begun to develop not long after, when the fights when her parents had gotten worse. Russell had always been bad at
keeping his temper in check, especially with alcohol in his system. And it seemed there was always some form of it running through his veins
anymore.
The first night he got angry enough to hit her was the night that she realized she could do more than change her looks. He had been thrown
back several feet into their living room wall, after slamming heavily into the back of the couch, knocking it over with his momentum.
She had run away that night, roaming the streets for several days before coming back. They tried to ignore it, it how the Fabray's
operated.
When ignoring it didn't work, they went back to fighting, Judy Fabray looked on from the outskirts of whatever room they were in. Her eyes
full of disapproval and the glass in her hand filled with the alcohol of the evening.
Quinn had thought her prayers, along with her parent's, were answered when the letter arrived. They hastily helped her pack and pushed her in
the direction she needed to go. The headmaster, Minerva McGonagall, had come personally to help her get her proper supplies for
school.
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At first, things at Hogwarts went well. She was too intent on taking everything in to be overly friendly at first, just relieved to be
around people who understood what it meant to be different. They were all different, so here, she was normal.
Or so she thought.
She had developed a good amount of control of her shape shifting abilities but there were still moments in which she lost control.
Sometimes if she dozed off in class, part of her facade would shift. Or if she sneezed, her appearance would flicker. Shifting back momentarily
to her normal appearance. The girl with long, blonde hair.
Her fellow students started to pick up on her mistakes and she once again became an outsider. Her kind, Metamorphmagi as she was told by
Minerva, were very rare. And despite constant awe from her teachers, she was met with disdain from her fellow students.
All but one that is, Brittany S Pierce, a bubbly blonde from Hufflepuff was overly curious about the odd shape shifter. She found Quinn one
day, lingering in the hallway after fleeing the classroom in tears because of cruel words from a boy from Slytherin house named Dave
Karofsky.
"Hi!" The blonde said, plopping down next to the slumped form of the other girl. "My names Brittany, what's yours?" She asked, her big blue
eyes twinkling in the sunlight filtering in through one of the windows over head.
"Quinn Fabray..." The pink haired girl replied quietly, her eyes still downcast.
Brittany's mouth fell open into a little 'o' and she leaned in closer to get a better look at Quinn's face. "You're the girl with the special
powers!"
The other girl blanched at the comment, her frown deepening as she slowly looked over to meet the blonde's eyes. She was surprised to find
only eager curiosity in the blue orbs watching her closely.
"Can you.. Can you show me? I've never seen a Meta- Metamo-" She stumbled over her words, her brow creasing as she tried to remember
exactly what the term for someone with the shape shifting ability was.
"Metamorphamagi." Quinn offered, her voice still quiet.
Brittany nodded enthusiastically, "That's the one!"
Quinn couldn't help but chuckle, "I guess... I don't know what you want to see though."
The blonde chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment, her brows once again creasing ever so slightly. "How about... Can you look like
me? We could be twins!" She said, her brows shooting high on her forehead as she clapped her hands excitedly.
Quinn quirked a brow but nodded, she closed her eyes, brows furrowing slightly as she concentrated on the image of Brittany in her mind.
Her eyes opened slowly when a small gasp squeaked out of the girl beside her, "Woah! That's neato!"
The two sat talking for a while, their attention diverted when students began spilling out of the nearby classrooms and into the wide corridor.
"Brittany, did you skip class again?" An exasperated voice cried out over the din of other voices around them, Brittany turned away from
Quinn. A wide smile tugging at her features.
"Tana! I made a friend!"
"What the hell?" The shorter girl gaped as she came into view of both of them, her brows furrowed in confusion.
Quinn coughed, shifting back to her pink hair and pale skin.
The brunette's eyes narrowed as she realized who her friend was sitting with, "Come on Brittany, let's go." She said, offering her hand to the
blonde.
Brittany merely frowned, stuffing her hands into her robes and sending a mock glare toward her friend. "Santana... Don't be mean. Quinn is
cool, we're totally twinsies now!"
She frowned slightly, having missed Quinn reverting to her trademark look.
"Come on Britt." Santana urged, "We've got to get your stuff so we can get to the dining hall."
Brittany chewed on her lip for a moment, her eyes flicking back toward Quinn. "Do you want to sit with us?"
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Quinn's eyes rolled back in her head, snapped from her reverie by the combination of pleasure and pain. A low moan ripped from her throat as
Santana's nails once again raked down her back.
"Harder." The brunette begged, her legs wrapping more tightly against the paler form, trying to pull Quinn's body further into her own.
She did as she was told, pressing her face into the crook of the brunette's neck and trying her best to keep herself together until the
other girl was ready to fall apart.
xxx
Quinn's relationship with Santana had a slow start, she was sure it wouldn't have even come to anything had it not been for Brittany's
insisting that Quinn hang out with them whenever she spotted the pink haired girl.
She had quickly learned that the only person that Santana Lopez listened to was Brittany, she truly cared for the blonde. And it seemed
she only had room in her heart for the other girl, no one else. Santana never talked about her family and most of the other students thought
she was as abrasive as Quinn had the day they had met.
She had learned to find Santana's caustic comments and raised voice attractive over time, the passion in which the brunette argued was
definitely something she respected. It was the quiet and calmer moments though that won Quinn over, stealing her heart.
It was stupid really, now that she thought about it. It was overly obvious that Santana was head over heels for Brittany but Quinn fell
for her anyway, her heart clenching whenever the two would link pinkies or whisper excitedly to one another.
She was surprised when Christmas rolled around and Santana had stayed behind, she thought at first that her tears were from missing her
family. She had approached the other girl hesitantly, very few other people were in the dining hall that morning.
She slid into the seat beside the brunette, the girl instantly side eyed her with a wary expression.
"What's wrong?" She remembered asking in a small voice, Santana's eyes had darted away for a moment.
Her tongue swept across her bottom lip nervously before she responded, "Brittany broke up with me."
"What? Why?" Quinn asked, alarmed by the news. Last she knew, the two were perfectly happy together.
Santana shook her head, lowering her chin closer to her chest. "She... She loves people too much to love me, Quinn." The brunette whispered in
a broken voice, a whimper bubbling up in her throat before she could catch it.
Quinn hadn't understood what she meant at first but the longer she had thought about it, the more it made sense. The week before, as students
were getting ready to leave, Quinn had seen Brittany hanging out with a tall blonde boy named Sam Evans. He was a fellow Hufflepuff and was the
Keeper for their Quidditch team. Brittany loved life as much as she loved people and it seemed she couldn't stay tied down for too long,
even for her best friend.
"I'm sorry." She whispered finally as she reached out to squeeze the other girl's forearm gently.
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Quinn had been reading in one of her favorite corridors of the castle, she was nestled on the ledge of a cool stone window sill. Occasionally
looking up from her book to look out over the view her seat offered of the expansive school grounds.
"I knew I'd find you here."
Quinn smiled, replacing her book mark and looking toward the brunette.
The girl continued walking until she was standing next to Quinn, her eyes mischievous for the first time in days.
The pink haired girl was relieved to see that the dark circles and red tint had faded from Santana's eyes. She had only seen the brunette in
passing, without the need to go to class Santana had locked herself in her dormitory. Three days, in another three, the rest of the student
body would return and classes would come with them.
"Let's have some fun, yeah?" Santana asked, extending her hand to Quinn.
The taller girl quirked a brow, mildly concerned by what Santana considered 'fun.' Against her better judgement, she allowed herself to
be tugged from her perch.
"We need to find our own secret place..." Santana mumbled as she led Quinn through the empty halls, the pink haired girl's teeth worried her
lip.
She tugged on Santana's hand, making the girl slow to a stop. "Close your eyes."
Santana shot her a confused glare, "What?"
"Just... Trust me?" She asked, her eyes searching the brunette's.
Santana huffed but slammed her eyes shut, her arms folded tightly across her chest.
Quinn shook her head with a smile before tugging a folded up piece of parchment from her robes. She stuffed her book into her small bag
before unfolding the thick paper once and digging her wand out with her free hand. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good." She mumbled quickly, tapping her wand against the parchment.
She grinned and stuffed her wand away before opening the map and grabbing Santana's hand, "Don't open your eyes. Trust me."
The brunette swore under her breath but did as she was told, a smile tugged secretly at her lips as she allowed Quinn to lead her through
the castle.
"Okay, you can open them now." Quinn said, shoving the folded map back into her robes.
Santana wrinkled her nose and looking back and forth down the empty corridor. "Where are we?" She asked, not hiding her annoyance.
"Seventh floor... You said we needed a secret place, I've heard whispers of one right around here." She said, her own eyes scanning the
walls around them.
"What the hell are you talking about, Q?" The brunette asked, clearly exasperated now.
Quinn once again chewed on her lip, she tended to explore the castle when Brittany wasn't dragging her and Santana around.
Amused by her antics for finding a good reading spot, one of the many ghosts that frequented the castle had given her a tip. He had told her
that students in the past had used a room on the seventh floor for whatever they needed.
Nearly Headless Nick had gone on to say that to find the room, all she needed to do was think about what she needed at the time.
"We need to think about what we need the room for." She mused aloud, eyes scanning the walls for any sign of an edge of a door.
Santana cocked her head to the side, watching as Quinn made her way over to a strange tapestry of a wizard failing in an attempt to teach
trolls to dance ballet.
She started to pace behind the pink haired girl, "And you said we just have to think about it?" She huffed, rubbing at her eyes with the heels
of her palms.
"Yes." Quinn answered, lifting the tapestry hesitantly and peeking at the stone behind it.
The pink haired girl turned, watching the brunette stalk back and forth impatiently. Her chin was thrust upward and her arms were once again
folded tightly over her chest.
"I think you're high." Santana groused, turning her head sharply when Quinn let out a loud gasp.
"Santana, it worked!"
"What?" The brunette asked, turning to look at the wall behind her.
Sure enough, a large wooden door had appeared opposite of the tapestry. Santana blinked, narrowing her eyes as Quinn moved passed her to
inspect the door.
"Wait, you sound surprised. Did you really walk us the whole way up here without knowing it would work?"
Quinn chose not to respond, in all honesty she had her doubts. She had wanted to investigate since the ghost had caught her moving around the
castle with the Marauders map but hadn't wanted to do it alone. The transparent man had seemed friendly enough but she was always slow to
trust.
"You coming?" She asked, grinning over her shoulder at the shorter girl.
Santana rolled her eyes but followed her into the room anyway, it was large and open. Pillows of all shapes and sizes lined the room, giving
it a plush and relaxing feel. Thick, half melted candles flickered along decorative indents almost at the top of the stone walls.
"Wow, this is... Nice." Quinn said, surprised by the warm and beautiful atmosphere. It reminded her of one of the exotic harem rooms, rich warm
tones of yellow, orange and red enveloping them. The walls were finished with decorative archways, textured mirrors set between them to
help scatter the dim light flickering off of the candles.
Santana smirked as she took in their surroundings, a dark brow arched high on her forehead as she watched Quinn poke around for a good spot
to sit.
She sighed and watched as the pink haired girl rearranged some of the pillows once she settled on a spot. "You didn't ask me what I thought
about..." She mumbled, playing with a stray piece of string that poked free of her robes.
Quinn paused for a moment, glancing over her shoulder curiously at the brunette. "What did you think about?"
The shorter girl rolled her eyes, folding her arms across her chest with a huff. Quinn frowned before turning back to her makeshift seat,
she was just about to lower herself to it when a hand caught her arm.
"You really know how to ruin the mood, Fabray." Santana whispered against her ear, the shorter girl's tanned arms wrapping tightly around
her waist.
Quinn stiffened in the embrace, a shiver rolling down her spine as Santana's teeth nipped the back of her neck. "I'll tell you one
thing... You reading was not on my mind."
The pink haired girl let out a surprised squeak and twisted around to face the other girl as she was pushed down onto the pillows playfully.
Her teeth worried her lip as she looked up into the dark eyes that were currently boring into her own.
"S-Santana... I-"
"Shhh." The brunette soothed, lowering herself down onto the pillows beside the taller girl. "I've seen the way you look at me..." Her eyes
lowered, taking in the slightly visible throbbing of the vein that ran down Quinn's neck. Her eyes raised slowly over the expanse of pale
flesh until they were sweeping passed flushed cheeks before finally reaching Quinn's half lidded gaze.
"I know you want me Quinn. And I want," She breathed in a quick breath, her brows furrowing together for a moment. "I need you." She amended,
her voice a little softer than before.
Quinn gulped, understanding seeping into her brain through the lusty haze that had begun to encase it. Santana needed a distraction, she needed
to feel something other than her heartbreak.
She knew she would regret it but she couldn't say no, reaching out tentatively, Quinn cupped the other girl's cheek. "Okay."
Without a word, Santana closed the distance between them. The kiss was hard and desperate but it was everything Quinn had imagined it would
be. She moaned softly against Santana's lips, savoring the tart cherry taste of lip gloss that came with them.
She made no move to stop the shorter girl when Santana pushed her back more fully into the pillows and settled herself between her legs.
Santana's hands slid along the side of her neck and over her cheeks before tangling deeply into her short pink hair.
Quinn whimpered when Santana pulled away slightly, her teeth teasing Quinn's bottom lip as her eyes fluttered open.
She stared at the other girl for a moment, the only sounds between them were the rapid beating of their hearts and rough breathing.
"Can I try something?" She asked, her voice unusually small.
Quinn's brows furrowed slightly but she nodded, her curiosity piqued.
Santana's hands moved slowly over her features, tracing the contours of her face carefully. "How does it work?"
It took Quinn's hazy mind a moment to catch up with her train of thought, "I just concentrate on it changing... And it changes." She
answered softly, desperately hoping that this wasn't some cruel trick.
She had been waiting for it, waiting for the harsh words to return. The same judgmental cruelty that the other student's still kept up with
when the two girls weren't around.
Brittany wasn't there to be the buffer anymore and she didn't think the blonde would be even after she returned from the holiday break.
A crease formed between Santana's brows as she gently tugged at the side of Quinn's mouth, pulling the skin of her cheeks back. She let out
a small gasp when the flesh beneath her hands moved with her, staying the same when she retracted her touch.
"You..." She started before snapping her mouth shut, Quinn let out a small smile. Her lips retracting to their normal appearance, Santana
returned it after a moment, almost hesitantly.
"What else can you change?" She asked, feigning ignorance. Knowing that at the very least Quinn could mimic someone else's appearance
completely like she had with Brittany.
"Everything." Quinn breathed, still worried to scare the other girl off.
Santana chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes moving down the robes that covered the majority of Quinn's body. "Everything?" She echoed, her
voice still holding a hint of shyness to it.
Quinn's heart pounded in her ears, nodding as Santana raised her hands over her chest.
Tan hands hovered over the fabric of her robes, almost touching.
Quinn's chest expanded as far as her bra would allow, she smirked at the way Santana's eyes widened. Relief swept through her as
Santana remained intrigued rather than twisting her face into a look of disgust as she had been expecting.
Santana's hands moved lower, digging in to try and feel the contours of her stomach through her clothing.
"Even, this?" She asked, her voice barely a whisper. The low husky quality would have stolen Quinn's breath away if Santana's hand cupping
her through her skirt hadn't done so already.
She nodded dumbly, unable to form a coherent reply. Her cheeks flushed when Santana licked her lips, retracting her hand to slowly begin to
remove her robes.
Its not that she hadn't thought about it before, even the possibility of taking the form of a man to woo prospective girls.
She had never done it before though and was sure now that she had been specifically chosen for her abilities. Her stomach twisted painfully
but she tried to push it down, ignore it so that it didn't ruin the moment. Santana had come to her because she needed something different to take her mind off of what she used to have with Brittany.
Santana leaned in to capture Quinn's lips after tossing her robes somewhere behind her, she straddled the other girl. One of the long,
pale legs trapped between her own. The pink haired girl moaned into her lips and gripped her waist when Santana moved against her, grinding
down onto her thigh.
The brunette nipped her lip before pulling back, one eyebrow arched playfully above the other. Her eyes widened when Quinn's eyes met her
own, the pink haired girl's eyes were half lidded and much darker than before. Quinn tugged her closer, forcing her to straddle both of her
legs.
Santana's head fell back as pink lips moved over her neck, she let out a surprised squeak when Quinn's hips rolled up into her own. "W-wasn't
expecting that." She gasped, still gawking down toward the bump in Quinn's skirt.
"Sorry..." Quinn said, lowering her eyes.
Santana grabbed her chin gently, tilting her head up until their eyes met. "I wanted this, Quinn." She said before kissing her again roughly and
rolling her hips. She smirked against Quinn's lips when the pink haired girl shuddered, not used to the sensation.
Her body felt like it was on fire, she tightened her grip on the shorter girl before flipping their positions.
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Quinn moaned as Santana tightened around her, her teeth nipping at the brunette's shoulder as the girl began to arch more sharply into her
thrusts.
Knowing that Santana was close, Quinn decided it was safe to focus more intently on what was happening around her. She kissed the spot she had
just bitten, moving up the girl's neck before kissing her roughly.
Santana's fingers threaded through her short hair, holding her close as they both tumbled over the edge.
Quinn panted, slumping against the smaller body beneath her before shifting to her side. Her head fell back as she tried to catch her
breath, Santana hummed contentedly next to her and she couldn't help but smile.
"Thanks." Santana whispered, her voice still low and husky.
Quinn was about to respond but the look on the other girl's face when her eyes finally fluttered open left her speechless. There it was, the
disgust and confusion.
Her brows furrowed as she tried to reign in her emotion enough to ask what was wrong, "What the fuck, Quinn?" Santana snarled, jumping up
immediately to grab her clothing and get dressed.
"I-I don't..." Quinn stuttered, confusion clouding her features as she pushed herself up onto tingling arms. She tipped her head down slightly
at the sight of blonde hair entering her line of view. "Shit." She swore under her breath, realizing with horror that she had reverted to
her normal appearance after her orgasm.
"Santana, wait!" She cried, her image flickering a second as she tried to scramble to her feet to go after the other girl. Santana was already
moving for the door, one arm in her robes.
"Don't." She warned, her voice dripping with disgust and anger.
Quinn sank back to the floor, a sob wracking her body as she wrapped her arms around herself tightly.
She knew it would come, it always did, eventually.
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The rest of Holiday break crept by slowly for Quinn, she spent most of her time locked up in her empty dorm reading. Her brief sightings of
Santana had left her feeling physically ill, the hatred that burned in the brunette's eyes every time they met her own threatened to bring her
to her knees.
She wasn't entirely surprised when break was over and Santana and Brittany did not speak to each other. The blonde seemed sad at first,
she asked Quinn why Santana was avoiding her but she had nothing to say.
Brittany recovered quickly, her attempts to hang out with Quinn become less frequent until finally all of her time was spent with Sam Evans.
Their relationship didn't last long and Brittany made her way through two more Hufflepuff Quidditch players in the next few months.
Quinn didn't mind being alone, she barely noticed the blonde was gone.
Santana sneered whenever she was near the pink haired girl and slipped in snide remarks in passing. Despite this, Quinn found herself missing
Santana more and more. The hole in her chest grew wider with each biting word.
Without Brittany and Santana around, the other students fell back into the full time habit of teasing Quinn. Their words held less meaning than the
brunette's but cut deep regardless.
This continued until one day when Quinn was cornered after class by two Slytherin boys, Karofsky and Puckerman. They pushed her roughly into
the wall and pinned her there, snarling cruelly into her face.
A crowd had formed quickly, the onlookers watched as Quinn merely looked down at her feet.
Santana pushed her way through the crowd, pushing Puckerman away roughly. "Fuck of Noah." She spat before pushing her way right up to
Dave's face.
Quinn blinked, looking up in surprise when she heard the all too familiar voice. Santana grabbed Quinn's arm and started to drag her
away when Dave cut in front of them.
"Where do you think you're going, Lopez? We weren't done talking." He said, his voice dangerously low.
Santana narrowed her eyes, "Well, you are now. So back off asshole."
He moved to stop them again when they tried to move around him, Santana pulled out her wand and brandished it threateningly. "I said, back off."
He put up his hands, backing away slightly. "It's not worth it dude..." Noah mumbled somewhere behind him, Santana shoved her wand back into
her robes before pulling them down the corridor.
Quinn kept her eyes trained to the floor as Santana led her through the castle, before she knew it they were coming to stop. She blinked in
surprise when she realized they were standing in front of the tapestry on the seventh floor. Santana was facing away from her and silent, her
hand still warm against Quinn's.
Quinn tugged on her arm slightly after a few minutes of silence, Santana hesitated a moment before turning around to pull the pink
haired girl to her. She kissed her deeply, her hands framing Quinn's face and holding her in place. They stayed locked in each others arms for an indeterminate amount of time, each kiss an apology.
When they finally broke apart, Santana was sporting a Cheshire- like grin.
She pulled Quinn toward the door to the room of requirement, a familiar layout greeted them on the other side.
xxx
It became a routine for them, they met several days a week for a few months.
Quinn chewed her lip, leaning heavily against the cool stone wall as she waited for Santana. When she finally arrived, the brunette pinned
her to the wall and kissed her roughly. She then smirked and grabbed Quinn by the tie before leading her toward the door.
Quinn allowed herself to be pushed back onto the pillows, her hands automatically moving to remove her robes. Her body reacted based off of
memory, her excitement already more than obvious for the brunette to see.
The pink haired girl let out a small gasp when Santana straddled her suddenly and shook her head. "No."
Quinn's expression twisted to one of confusion, "W-what?"
Santana dropped her chin to her chest for a moment before raising her eyes almost shyly. "I want you... The real you."
Quinn stared at her owlishly for a moment, Santana held the eye contact patiently. Her hands gently stroked Quinn's cheeks before her fingers
moved to tangle in pink hair.
"Quinn." She said in the most gentle tone the other girl had ever heard her use, Quinn blinked.
She gave Santana a look of uncertainty but the look in the brunette's eyes had her heart aching pleasantly.
Her eyes fluttered shut as her hair grew to fall passed her shoulders, Santana ran her fingers through the blonde strands slowly.
She tugged on the other girl's hair gently, "Quinn, look at me."
Quinn obeyed, opening her glassy eyes slowly to meet those watching her. She felt self conscious of the nose that had always felt too big and the muscles that had gone from toned to too soft on her stomach and arms.
"You're beautiful." Santana breathed as she tucked some of Quinn's hair behind her ear.
Quinn struggled to breathe, her chest tightened and her pulse raced beneath her skin.
Santana closed the distance between them, kissing her slowly. It was more gentle than any of the others they had shared but it left Quinn
breathless all the same.