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Chapter 9

"S..San...Santana's here?" She didn't know if it was the words that Rachel was saying or the haze of arousal that was making it so difficult for process what she had heard.

"And maybe Britney."

The dull throbbing between her legs was making it difficult to concentrate and she felt like her thoughts were coming from far away.

"Santana and Britney are here?" Quinn tried again, pushing through the fog and attemping to focus.

"Santana for sure. Britney's been doing a music video all week and said she might have to go in and do some re-shooting today, but she'd try and make it."

Quinn understood the words coming out of Rachel's mouth but they didn't make sense.

"I'm sorry, Quinn. We made plans a few days ago but with everything that happened last night...and this morning," she added with a sly grin, "I guess it slipped my mind."

She offered a small, apologetic smile and before Quinn could stop her was sliding off and pulling her robe back on, straightening it over her shoulders and tightening the belt and tugging at its hem as if realizing for the first time how indecently short it was.

"I'll go get rid of them."

"Rachel, wait." Rachel paused in mid-step and turned back around to face Quinn. "I'll go. You guys had plans and..." She refused to be that girl, the one who started seeing someone and then expected them to drop everything, including their friends for her. The irony of that, that Santana and Britney were now Rachel's friends, was not lost on her.

"What? No." Rachel cut her off in mid-sentence. "If they're staying then you're joining us."

"I don't know, Rach."

She hadn't spoken to Britney in years. Tthey'd lost touch not long after Quinn had left for Yale, the effort of writing letters or emails had been too much of a burden for Britney, who had stuggled with dyslexia and other learning disabilities her entire life and finding time in both of their schedules for phone calls or skype chats had proven to be just too difficult. Their communications had cut down to the occasional like or comment on facebook to nothing at all when Quinn had suspended her account during her somphmore year as she'd attempted to get her life back together.

And the last time she'd seen Santana had been the morning after Valentine's day. They'd shared room service and cuddled while watching cheesey rom-com's until Quinn had to leave to catch her train back to school. The last image she had of Santana was of the other woman lying in bed in a robe that was way too big for her, causing it to slip off one shoulder and gape open across her chest, hinting at the curves of her cleavage as she flipped idylly through channels on the tv and offered a faint smile and a distracted "Bye, Q." as the blonde slipped out the door. They'd talked and texted some after that but eventually Quinn lost contact with her as effectively as she had with everyone else.

"Quinn, you have to," Rachel pleaded. "I know you miss them. And they'll be so happy to see you."

She had to admit, it would be good to see them again. Despite the ups and downs in their relationships over their high-school years they'd ended things on a good note and spent most of the summer together. Rachel was right, she did miss them. Much the same as with running into Rachel the night before, she hadn't realized how much she missed them until faced with the opportunity to see them again but now that she knew that they, or at the very least Santana was right outside the door her heart jumped at the possibility of re-connecting with old friends.

Of course, she had no idea if either of them were interested in re-connecting with her. It had been a long time and they'd all moved on in their lives. Not to mention the possibility that they, especially Santana, might be angry with her for the way she'd pushed them aside.

The decision was made for her, however, by Rachel who was staring at her beeseachingly. Quinn never could say no to those wide, chocolate eyes. "Fine," she agreed with a sigh as she pushed herself up into a sitting position and then slid out of bed. "Can I borrow something to wear?" she asked. With Rachel's slight stature, not just her height but her build, especially that tiny waist of hers combined with those impossibly long legs, Quinn knew that the likelihood of Rachel owning anything that would fit her properly was slim but anything was better than going out to see her one-time best friends in the clothes she'd worn last night.

Rachel nodded. "Of course. There's some sweats, t-shirts in my bottom drawer. I'm sure I've got something in there for you. Get dressed. I'll go let them in before Santana breaks down my door." With a quick peck to Quinn's lips Rachel turned on her heel and was gone.

Quinn watched her go, eyes drinking in the sway of her hips and the shifting of her ass and the light ripple of firmly toned leg muscles until she dissapeared from view. With another sigh she crossed the room to Rachel's dresser and dropped to a crouch to pull the drawer open in an attempt to find something to wear. After a bit of rifling she found a pair of running shorts that looked to be a size larger than the other ones and a t-shirt that while ripped down one side and splattered with paint was also stretched out and hopefully baggy enough on Rachel to cover Quinn's slightly broader frame. She dressed quickly and was pleased to find that the shorts, while snug fit and the shirt hung comfortably over her shoulders and torso. There was no more reason for her to remain n the bedroom so with a deep, steadying breath Quinn headed out into the apartment.

She spotted them before they noticed her, they were leaning on opposite ends of the small island in the middle of Rachel's kitchen, both of them turned to watch the smaller brunette as she moved along the counter, pulling mugs down from the cupboard and items from the fridge. Santana was teasing Rachel about her "sex hair" while Britney was trying to coax who Rachel had slept with out of her.

It was Britney who noticed her first, apparently catching movement out of the corner of her eye as Quinn approached. Her head whipped around and her eyes widenend.

"Hey, San?" She barely even moved her lips as she spoke and her voice was so quiet that Quinn had to strain to hear.

"Yeah, babe?" Santana's reply was absent as she kept her narrowed eyes on Rachel, who was squirming slightly under the scrutiny.

"Can you pinch me?"

"Why, Britt?" she asked, still not really paying attention.

"I think I might be sleeping. 'Cause I see Quinn and that only happens when I'm dreaming."

Santana's gaze snapped over to Britney and then her head whipped around in Quinn's direction so fast that Quinn winced, feeling the twinge of sympathy in her own muscles as surely the other woman gave herself whiplash.

"You're not dreaming, Britt," Rachel said softly, her words sounding somewhat distant to Quinn's ears as her eyes met and locked with Santana's. "It's really Quinn."

"But how? Santana said she fell of the face of the earth years ago."

Whatever response Rachel had was lost on Quinn as she watched Santana ease away from the island and close the distance between them, never once breaking eye-contact. Quinn sucked in a breath as Santana stopped directly in front of her and braced herself, for a slap or for a hug or for a tongue lashing, she really didn't know.

She stumbled back with the force of Santana's body colliding against her own. And stumbled again as just as quickly Santana pulled back with a yelp of surprise.

"Fuck, Quinn," she hissed as she began frantically wiping at her leg. "That better not be what I think it is." She made a noise of disgust in the back of her throat as she pulled her hand away from her thigh and held up fingers that were glistening with moisture.

Quinn felt her cheeks flame as she began to comprehend what had happened. A quick peek down revealed that she had soaked right through her borrowed shorts.

"Please tell me that you just finished applying body lotion, or something," Santana hissed, staring at her hand. "And I don't have Quinn jizz all over my fingers."

Before Quinn could reply, Britney, who had trailed behind Santana at some point, grabbed her girlfriend's wrist and without missing a beat, brought it to her mouth and licked across Santana's fingers.

"Mmm, tangy," she said, smacking her lips together with a hum. "Definitely Quinn."

Quinn hadn't thought it possible to be any more embarrased and yet here she was, mortified. Though even that word didn't begin to cover it. If only the ground would open up and swallow her right now.

She glanced over at Santana, who's eyes were bugged out as she stared at her girlfriend and then over at Rachel, who was leaning heavily against the island with one arm as she was bent over a the waist, laughing so hard that tears were streaming down her cheeks.

Quinn huffed in annoyance at the lack of help she would be in this situation and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly through her nose and called up every ounce of the head-bitch she used to be so she could power through the situation so that Santana would drop it and that this would never, ever be mentioned again.

Her lids drifted back open and she put a hand on her hip and arched an eyebrow as she locked gazed with Santana. "Oh, please," she scoffed. "Like it's the first time I've been all over your fingers." She let her voice drop down to a low purr on the last few words, perversely enjoying the way the other woman's eyes widened and she swallowed audibly at the evoked memory. "Or, you could just consider it payback for all the times you came to practice after hooking up with Britney in the locker room. I know that wasn't sweat all over your thighs when I had to lift you."

Santana had the good grace to look sheepish. She offered a smile and a shrug. "It's good to see you, Q," she said softly. "You have no idea. But, you're disgusting and you need to go and get that fixed up." She waved her hand in a circular motion in Quinn's direction. "Shower up and shit."

Before Quinn could reply she turned and strode towards the kitchen. "You got any disinfectant soap up in here, Berry?" she called out as she made a beeline for the sink.

"It is really good to see you," Britney said, draping an arm around Quinn's shoulder and pulling her in for a side-hug. Quinn slid her arm around Britney's waist and burrowed into her side. "But you smell like sex. San's right. You really need a shower."

Quinn's cheeks flamed once again but she let out a faint chuckle as she dropped her arm from around Britney and stepped out of the other woman's grip. She turned on her heel and retreated back into Rachel's bedroom to get cleaned up.