Chapter 4
Quinn arrived at Santana's apartment a few days later, not even getting a hug or a kiss due to Santana quickly covering her eyes as soon as she opened the door.
"San?"
"Trust me." Santana said, kicking the door shut with her foot, "It's a fun surprise."
Quinn sighed, but went along with it, allowing Santana to guide her through the small apartment, successfully coming to a stop without bumping into anything.
"Tada!" Santana brightly smiled as she uncovered Quinn's eyes and let her see the sight of the living room.
Quinn looked around, smiling at the display before her. Santana had made a small blanket fort in the middle of her living room. She walked forward and took a glance under the blankets finding pillows and cushions strewn on the floor. It was very inviting and cozy.
Santana watched, eagerly waiting for Quinn's reaction. She had invited her over to watch a movie, but she wanted to make it fun, since it would be considered their third date, so she decided to build a fort they could watch a movie under.
"This is..." Quinn trailed as she turned to look at Santana with a pleased expression, "Is so creative."
"Yeah?"
Quinn walked over, pressing a kiss to her cheek, "Yes."
Santana smiled, and then turned to the kitchen, "I bought us sushi." She said holding up a takeout bag, "And I figured we could find a movie to watch on Netflix."
"Oh my god..." Quinn smirked, "You invited me over for Netflix and chill."
Santana gave her an amused look, "Minus the chill part, right?"
Quinn bit her bottom lip, watching as Santana crawled under the blanket, checking her ass out as she did. "We still need some of the chill."
"Get your ass in here, Fabray"
Quinn smirked, walking over and sliding under the fort and next to Santana, leaning back against some of the pillows. "I'm impressed." She nodded as she looked around. Santana had even managed to fit a small TV under all the blankets, "It's really comfortable."
Santana winked as she pulled out the two boxes of sushi, opening them and then handing the remote to Quinn, "You can pick the movie."
"Oh, so sweet." Quinn smirked, accepting the remote and then began searching through the movie choices, "This is the hardest part about having Netflix. But we won't really be watching the movie will we?" she teased, looking over at Santana, who just gave her a small smile.
"I'll let you decide that." Santana quietly said.
Quinn studied her face for a second, not sure how to interpret her reply, but she just shrugged it off and quickly found a movie.
An hour into the movie and after all the sushi was consumed they both laid there, the only body parts touching were their intertwined hands. Quinn brushed her thumb gently over Santana's hand, inwardly sighing because Santana hadn't attempted to make a move yet. She was expecting, or more like hoping they would have been making out by now.
"Do I have something on my face?" Santana whispered, looking at Quinn through the corner of her eye.
"What? No." Quinn said not realizing she had been staring, "We're just laying here... watching a movie. Actually watching the movie."
"You picked a good one." Santana smirked,
Quinn simply nodded and sighed turning back to the TV. She didn't' remember it being this hard to get some action on a date. So she decided to get things started, hoping Santana would finish the rest.
"It's kind of cold." Quinn said, squeezing Santana's hand and moving a little closer.
Santana playfully rolled her eyes, finally looking over at her with a smile. After the way the paintball triple date had ended and she was left frisky as fuck, she wasn't going to be the one to start anything tonight. She wanted Quinn to initiate things, so she could take it as fast or as slow as she wanted. "You want a blanket?" She innocently asked.
"Santana, really?"
"Is there something you want, Quinn?"
"Yeah, you." Quinn said finally leaning over and crashing their lips together.
"Took you long enough." Santana smiled against her lips.
"Me?"
"Yeah you." Santana whispered, circling an arm around her waist, "Why do I always have to initiate things? You have to work for it too sometimes."
"I guess I'm not used to playing that role." Quinn answered.
"Well get used to it." Santana mumbled, pressing into her and gently laying her on her back, shifting so her leg was resting in between Quinn's.
Quinn smiled into the kiss, sliding her hands to Santana's lower back and then under her shirt, running her hands all over her upper body. When her hands reached her shoulder blades, she lightly dug her nails into her skin and dragged them down, earning a moan from Santana, but then the girl on top pulled away, putting a stop to the kisses.
Quinn's eyes shot open, her grip tightening on her hips so she couldn't completely pull away, "What's wrong?"
Santana sighed, "Making out with you is so hot, Q." She began, "But like all I keep thinking about is how far I'm allowed to go before you stop things."
Quinn nodded, biting her bottom lip with thought, "How about this..." She said, sitting up and pushing Santana onto her back, positioning herself so she was straddling Santana, grabbing both her hands and pinning them above her head, "I'll be in control." She slyly smiled and all Santana could do was nod as she slowly scanned the dress Quinn had chosen to wear, even though it was the first week of December. She could feel the warmth in between Quinn's legs and it caused her to let out a slow breath when she realized she was only one pair of panties away from that warmth.
Santana leaned up eager to press her lips back to Quinn's, pressing her hips upward into her in the process, wanting to create some kind of friction.
"Fuck, my rule is going to end up being broken." Quinn smirked, letting go of Santana's hands, feeling them go right to her hips.
"Your first mistake was straddling me in a dress." Santana said, turning her head and nipping her earlobe.
"Uh huh." Quinn whimpered, cupping her cheek and guiding their lips together, "Should I be straddling your thigh, try and make this a double grind?"
"I have a hotter idea." Santana mumbled, sliding her hands up her back and unzipping her dress, tugging the top part down a little. "You said second base was fair game, right?"
"Yeah." Quinn replied, helping her by unhooking her own bra.
Santana smiled, very pleased with her answer and then she wiggled down so Quinn was sitting astride her stomach, and her chest was pretty much in her face. "Hands are over your clothes and above the waist, rule unbroken."
Quinn looked down at her, giving her a quick lustful look before leaning forward and pushing Santana back, resting her weight on her forearms, "Impressive." She moaned, her hips involuntarily rocking. It was the best third date she had ever been on.
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"So you two have been on like ten dates. When are you going to become official?" Rachel asked as she reached for a second bottle of wine. Her and Quinn enjoying a little girls night, something they decided to make a routine at least once a week, Kurt usually joining them, but tonight he was busy.
"It was only three." Quinn quietly said, holding her empty glass up to Rachel so she could pour her another glass of the red liquid. "And the second one was a triple date." She smirked, sending Rachel a small playful glare.
"Again, I apologize." Rachel smiled, pouring herself a glass before setting the bottle on the coffee table. "Just know that when you two do become an actual couple, I'll be scheduling double and triple dates all the time." She teased.
Quinn lightly laughed, "And I'm sure Santana will be thrilled to go on them."
"So..." Rachel began, swirling the wine in her glass, "Are you going to ask her or are you going to wait and see if she asks you?" she asked, finally taking a drink, watching as Quinn's face scrunched up with uncertainty. "What's wrong?"
Quinn sighed, her full focus on the wine in her hand, deciding to take a big drink and empty the glass before she started spilling her feelings.
"Okay." Rachel nodded, reaching for the bottle of wine so she could refill Quinn's glass once again, "A lot on your mind? Are things not working out? You can talk to me, Quinn."
She stayed silent as she watched Rachel fill her glass and when she was satisfied with the amount she received she let out a slow breath and began to explain, "Things are going great between us." She said, "I just... there's a part of me that is scared, Brittany will come back." She whispered.
"Oh..." Rachel softly said, reaching out to rest a comforting hand on Quinn's wrist, "Quinn, I truly don't think you have anything to worry about."
"I know. I'm over thinking things." Quinn smiled with a shake of her head, "It's what I do when things are going great. It's like now I'm just waiting for them to go bad."
Rachel nodded, "I think... you've been through your bad stuff. High school wasn't the greatest for you, but you've grown so much from it. And Santana, well she's Santana, but watching you two, I think she's the good you've been waiting for." Rachel said, "Plus, Brittany hurt her pretty badly, even if she did come back I don't think Santana would be very welcoming of her. I wouldn't even be." Rachel said pulling her hand back and making a face of disgust.
Quinn let out a relieved breath and nodded. If Rachel took Santana's side over Brittany's, then there really shouldn't be anything to worry about.
"Quinn." Rachel said in a serious tone, "You deserve to be happy."
Quinn smiled and lightly laughed, quickly wiping her eyes before a tear fell, "You're going to make me cry."
Rachel smiled, "Let's cheers to your happiness."
Quinn rolled her eyes, but she reached over and clinked her glass with Rachel's, "To my happiness." Once the glasses clanked, they both took a drink and Quinn let out another breath of relief, "Thank you, for being a great friend."
Rachel leaned forward giving her a hug. "Thank you as well." She whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
About two hours later, the two had found themselves in a bar, empty glasses strewn all over the table.
"I need to go home." Quinn slurred, looking at her phone, her vision blurring the numbers, "Rachel, I'm drunk."
Rachel giggled reaching for her phone, panicking when she couldn't find it, "I left mine at home." She said her laughter coming to a stop, "I was going to call Jesse to come get us."
Quinn shook her head, "Don't worry, don't worry." She said pulling her contacts up, "I'll call Santana." She smiled, tapping on her name and then putting the phone up to her ear, "Hey baby." She replied, "San, listen. Rachel and I are trapped in a bar." She slurred with a hiccup, "Don't laugh, could you please come get us? We don't have money for a cab and these guys keep sending us drinks." She scowled, sending a group of guys a dirty look and then looking over at Rachel, "What bar are we at? She's going to come rescue us."
Rachel gave her the name and then Quinn hung up. The two only having to wait about twenty minutes before Jesse and Santana showed up, escorting the two out of the bar.
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"Santana, did I ruin your night?" Quinn mumbled as she struggled to get out of the cab.
Santana smirked, reaching out to take Quinn's hands, helping her stand up, "No, I actually missed you."
"Aww." Quinn gushed, wrapping her arms around Santana's waist, resting her head on her shoulder, "You missed me?"
Santana wrapped her arms around her, "You're so drunk, Quinn. Let's get you inside."
Quinn nodded, but she didn't move, her eyes fluttering shut, just enjoying the warm embrace.
"Come on." Santana said, pulling away so she could guide her into the building, helping her keep her balance. When they were on the elevator, she looked over at Quinn, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze, "You okay?"
"When are we going to become official?" Quinn bluntly asked, no doubt the alcohol giving her the courage to be bold enough to ask such a question, which was daringly followed by, "When you get over Brittany?"
Santana sucked in a sharp breath, happy the elevator opened at that time. "What?"
Quinn looked up at her, realizing her mistake, "Oh shit, San. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, uh, you need to go to bed." Santana said, picking up her pace, dragging Quinn along with her, helping her unlock the door and lead her inside.
"Santana..." Quinn said, pulling away from her, "Santana don't be mad."
"You're drunk, let's not talk about this right now." Santana pleaded, watching as Quinn's face turned, "You're going to throw up." She stated and all Quinn did was nod and rush to the bathroom.
"Don't come in." Quinn said empting the alcohol from her stomach right into the toilet. She sank to her knees attempting to shut the door when she saw a hazy vision of Santana walking towards the bathroom, "I don't want you to see me being all gross."
Santana rolled her eyes, coming to stand behind her, "I've seen worse." She quietly said gently gathering Quinn's hair and pulling it into a ponytail, not even flinching when Quinn began vomiting again, "How much did you and Berry drink?"
"Too much." Quinn mumbled, laying her head on her arm when her stomach allowed her to have a break.
Santana gave Quinn's stomach some time to settle, before she reached over and gently brushed some hair out of her face, "Quinn, want to move to your bed now?"
Quinn slowly opened her eyes and nodded, but she didn't make any attempt to move.
Santana smirked and shook her head, standing up and then crouching down to scoop Quinn into her arms. She was a little heavy, but nothing Santana couldn't handle, she was definitely stronger than she looked. It was a short distance to the bedroom anyway and she carefully laid Quinn on the bed when she reached it. She changed her, placed a bucket by her bed and put a bottle of water on her nightstand, watching her sleep for a little bit before crawling into bed next to her and falling asleep.
The next morning Quinn groaned, pressing the palm of her hands into her eyes to try and stop the massive pounding in her head. It momentarily stopped when she felt the weight of an arm resting across her stomach. She smiled, turning her head when she found a sleeping Santana lying next to her. She couldn't believe she stayed, especially after she was stupid and mentioned Brittany.
"I put some Motrin on your nightstand." Santana said her eyes still closed, "You should take some and then take a shower." And finally she opened her eyes, "And brush your teeth."She whispered, rolling over and sitting up.
Quinn's hand shot to her mouth, covering it, mumbling a "Don't go."
Santana rested on her hands and turned to look down at her, "I have some things I have to get done today."
Quinn sighed, "Santana, I'm sorry about last night."
"Quinn it's fine. I really have to go get ready." Santana said, swinging her legs off the bed, her back to Quinn, "Just, don't worry about what you said last night, okay?" she said, standing up and stretching. "I'll text you later." She said, turning to blow her a kiss and then exit the room.
Quinn watched speechlessly as she left, letting out a frustrated breath when she heard her apartment door shut. She fell against the bed, covering her face with the duvet, actually happy she was hung over because her body was tired and it didn't take long for her to fall asleep again saving her from dwelling on her drunken mistake.
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"Well she spent the night to make sure you were okay..." Rachel said through the phone, trying to reassure Quinn that she didn't mess things up. "That's a good sign, right?"
"Yeah." Quinn sighed, falling onto the couch, "But it's been a whole day since she's talked to me. She hasn't even answered any of my texts." She said, "Rachel..."
"Do you want me to talk to her?" Rachel asked, "She'll probably just scold me for getting involved, but if you want me to. I'll do it." She paused for a second, deciding it would be saver if there was someone else with her, and then added, "Kurt and I will do it."
"No, it's fine." Quinn quietly said, running her fingers through her hair, her other hand griping her phone tight to her ear, "This is probably a stupid question, but she's over her right?"
Rachel went silent for a few seconds, letting out a sigh before speaking, "You can't tell Santana or anyone I told you what I'm about to tell you."
Quinn's stomach fell, nervous about what Rachel was going to tell her, "What?"
"She cried, in my arms." Rachel said, "I know she is over her because I have never seen badass, tough, independent woman Santana so heartbroken before. You know our relationship, Quinn, she cried herself to sleep in my arms for two days straight. Santana Lopez cuddled into Rachel Berry for comfort." Rachel confessed, sure Santana would be ashamed to admit that to anyone, but she was sure Quinn could be trusted.
"Oh." Quinn whispered.
"She's over her." Rachel assured once again.
"Okay." Quinn finally said, "Thank you."
"Give her some time." Rachel said, "Everything will be fine."
Quinn thanked her again and then hung up, throwing her phone on the couch and then lay down, springing back up when her phone started vibrating, answering the call embarrassingly quickly when she saw it was Santana.
"Hi! Hey..." Quinn cleared her throat and tried again, "Hey."
"Hey, Q. You busy tonight?"
"Um, nope." Quinn said,
"Okay good. It's short notice, but I'm going to need you to wear a dress and meet me somewhere at eight." Santana instructed, "I'll text you the address in a little bit." She said and then hung up before Quinn could say anything.
"Santana!?" Quinn gasped pulling her phone from her ear and looking at it, flinching when her phone vibrated with a text message alert. She opened it, laughing when she read the text Santana had sent, "Stop staring at your phone and go get ready!"
"So demanding." Quinn smiled, jumping from the couch to rush and get ready.
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Quinn peered out of the window of the taxi when the driver pulled up to the exact location Santana had texted her, confused when the outside looked like an abandoned building. "Umm." She looked around, the area seemed safe, but she was definitely unsure and hesitant about walking into the building on her own, but her guard dropped when Santana knocked on the window and waved for her to come out.
"Hey." Santana smiled, Quinn returning the smile when she noticed she was also wearing a dress.
Quinn greeted her by pressing a kiss to her cheek and then happily took Santana's offered hand. "What is this place?" she asked squeezing her hand as they approached the door. "Santana, this place is shut down." She informed her.
"You need to learn to trust me." Santana said, jingling keys with her free hand and then unlocking the door, holding it open for Quinn to enter.
"Forgive me for not wanting to enter a dark abandoned building." She teased, reaching out for Santana for safety and pulling her close. "Santana."
"Relax." Santana laughed, not needing any light to find and playfully grab Quinn's ass and pull her into a kiss.
"We both have safe apartments to make out in." Quinn mumbled against her lips.
"Trust me." Santana said again, pulling away, "Stay here."
"Santana." Quinn sighed, wrapping her arms around herself, squinting in the dark to try and follow Santana's shadow and listen to her footsteps as she walked away.
"Okay, ready?" Santana called out from across the room.
Quinn took a slow step forward in her direction, unsure about what was happening, so she just let out a low, "Sure." And once the word was spoken, the room lit up with white Christmas lights. "Whoa..." she gasped, looking around to discover they were standing in an old deserted dance studio.
"I know it's run down..." Santana shrugged, looking around at the mirrors that needed a lot of cleaning, and floors that needed to be redone. "But it's the dream."
Quinn began walking towards her, "You own this?"
Santana nodded with a smile, "My dad helped me, but I'm going to fix it up and open my own dance studio." She answered, looking over to Quinn to see her reaction, "What do you think?"
Quinn walked into the middle of the room to take a better look around. It definitely needed a lot of work and it was very ambitious of Santana, but she was taking a risk and following her dream and it only made Santana that much more attractive for making such a bold move. "I love it."
"Thank you." Santana smiled, "So there's something else we should talk about." She said, walking over and putting her phone into an iphone dock, a slow instrumental song flowing through the speakers. She walked over to Quinn and pulled her close, slowly moving their bodies together.
"Wow, Santana..." Quinn smiled, feeling her cheeks go hot with a blush, "This is all very romantic of you." she teased, "The empty room, the lights and the slow dancing?"
"Quinn, stop." Santana smirked, but then her tone went serious, "So, we need to get some things straight."
"Okay." Quinn quietly said, feeling her body fill with nerves.
"I can understand why you'd worry." Santana softly began, "But Brittany and I are over." She said, "Done, if she came back here tomorrow, there is nothing that would make me go back to her." She promised, "I don't want to talk about it. I have moved on with the help of you and Rachel and so I don't want to bring it up ever again. Okay?"
"I'm sorry, Santana. I was drunk and-"
"Okay?" Santana asked, cutting her off.
"Okay." Quinn answered.
"Thank you." Santana said, pressing a quick kiss to her lips, "The next thing I want to bring up is..." She trailed, feeling her hands go clammy, her arms wrapping around Quinn just a little tighter, an anxious laugh escaping her mouth, "Quinn."
"What?" Quinn smiled, resting her forehead against hers, sliding her fingers up the back of her neck, "Santana?"
"We should be together." Santana said her voice raspy, "I want you to be my girlfriend."
Quinn leaned in crashing their lips together, "Definitely, yes." She said intensifying the kiss, "You're mine."
Santana smirked and pulled back, "Whoa possessive much?"
Quinn shrugged, pulling her back in for another kiss. "So did you bring blankets or something to celebrate?"
Santana shook her head, "We're in dresses, we're not sitting on the dusty ground." She answered, "I made reservations. We're doing the typical romantic fancy dinner date."
"You're full of a lot of surprises, Santana Lopez."
"Does that mean you're going to start trusting me more?" Santana teased.
"Definitely." Quinn smiled leaning in to seal it with a kiss.
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"Is Blaine going to be there?" Santana asked as her and Quinn waited in the elevator on their way up to Rachel's apartment.
Quinn smirked and looked over, "I can't believe you two became close friends."
"He's better than Jesse." Santana said, "And Rachel's going to be all over you. I heard her screaming through the phone when you called her and told her you became the luckiest woman in the world when you said yes to be my girlfriend."
Quinn laughed, "Uh I don't remember using those exact words, but she was excited, yes."
Santana winked, but then her face fell and she groaned when the elevator stopped and the doors opened, "We don't have to stay long, do we?"
"Santana..." Quinn smiled, walking out and giving her arm a tug for her to follow. "I know you secretly enjoy theses hangouts, so stop being dramatic."
Santana rolled her eyes, but she hid her smirk. Quinn was right, but she definitely wasn't going to admit that.
As soon as the door opened Quinn was pulled into a tight hug by Rachel. When the embrace was over, Quinn moved on to Kurt and instead of following, Santana gently grabbed Rachel's arm and tugged her out into the hallway.
"Rachel..." Santana sighed, letting out a shaky breath.
"I know, you're the other half of the couple, you want attention and a hug too."Rachel smiled, but it fell when Santana didn't lean in. "Or not?"
"I uh..." Santana sighed again, "Listen I know I always pick on you and I hope you know it's out of love. We clash sometimes, but it's a healthy friendship." She decided, "But in all seriousness I ...well I... thank you."
Rachel's eyebrows creased with confusion, "For what?"
"You were there for me when I was going through that rough time and you called Quinn for help and if she never showed up, well, I wouldn't be this happy again." Santana explained. "Thank you."
Rachel smiled and jumped forward wrapping her arms around Santana, "I can't take credit for your happiness, Santana, but I am glad you're happy again."
Santana wrapped her arms around her and nodded, "Me too."
Quinn poked her head out of the apartment, walking out when she found the two of them sharing a moment. She smiled and let them have a few seconds before she interrupted, "Hey."
The two pulled apart, Rachel giving Santana's hand a squeeze before heading back into the apartment, Quinn walking over to Santana.
"Hey, you're mine remember?" Quinn teased.
Santana smiled, wrapping an arm around Quinn's shoulders, "Yeah, watch out, Rachel Berry might steal me away."
"At least I know that won't actually be a real problem."
Santana nodded, "Definitely not. I'm all yours."
"And I'm all yours." Quinn grinned.
The End
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Sorry if it felt rushed, but yay they're a couple.
Thank you for reading.