A/N: Prompt from an anon; Faberry vs. Quinntana. Thanks! This is something, at least. XD
It wasn't until Quinn was too far in that she realized she was in another love triangle. Only this time, instead of between her sweet but dopey boyfriend and the hot but jerky bad boy, it was between her sultry and bitchy best friend and the intense and stubborn ingénue.
It was her second year of college, and she was screwed.
Santana's smile, fueled by memory of orgasms and experimenting, never failed to make heat erupt in her belly. Helped by the copious amounts of alcohol she invariably ended up ingesting whenever she visited the loft, it was almost a forgone conclusion that she and Quinn, stumbling and giddy, ended up in various degrees of unclothed as the night wound down.
Rachel's smile, fueled by memory of high school and the new, awakened to emotions, never failed to make Quinn's heart skip a beat. Helped by the copious amounts of alcohol she invariably ended up ingesting whenever the smaller girl visited her dorm room, it was almost a forgone conclusion that she and Quinn, as equally stumbling and giddy, ended up in various degrees of unclothed as the night wound down.
And as God as her witness, she didn't know who she preferred, and, as well as, circumstances allowing, she dreaded the day she'd end up at the loft with both girls in attendance, or the day both girls visited her.
Because, who would she pay more attention to? Who would she wish to spend more time with?
Though she wasn't naïve enough to expect both girls to be celibate without her, and as much as she suspected they were shacking up with each other when they weren't with her - and was that another level of unease! - she wasn't prepared to deal with making a choice.
She and Santana were explosive.
She and Rachel were equally explosive.
How - and perhaps never without alcohol to make her thresholds lower! - could she ever choose?
Santana was amazing.
So was Rachel.
She liked both.
Both made her excited. Aroused. Made her feel more than just a waspy blonde.
Both made her…
Quinn tapped her thigh, practically vibrating as the train rumbled under her, getting ready to meet both girls in New York before they told her what was happening, who was sticking around or flitting off, away, before tapping her fingers against her cheek moments later as her mind wandered, breathing in deeply...
Did she really have to choose? Anytime soon?
Couldn't she, as sick as it made her feel - as shallow as it made her feel - enjoy what she had now?
Enjoy what was happening with both girls?
Enjoy what each girl gave her?
Enjoy...
Couldn't she just enjoy Santana and Rachel?