She had never been to one of Santana's parties before. She had always been invited since Santana and her shared the same friend group. Not that they were close. None of them were, but they were pushed into it for popularity. Finn had asked her to come, and she said yes. Not because of him, but for her popularity. She needed to go to this type of event every once in a while for people to know she's there.
Santana usually had two parties a week. One on Friday and one on Saturday. They were always packed with people. It didn't matter your social status, you could usually go. Sometimes Santana made people pay for entrance, but only to the people at the bottom of the social pyramid.
She was currently alone, sitting on the couch because Finn left her to play beer pong with Puck. He had invited her to come, but she wasn't interested in watching him be a douchebag with his football buddies. She looked around her and quickly realised everyone was wasted. She decided that if she was going to enjoy this party, then she had to do the same. She made her way to the kitchen, where the island was full of drinks. She didn't even know what to make for herself.
"Hey, Fabray! You came!" Santana shouted at her, entering the kitchen.
The latina was dressed in a small black dress that barely covered anything. Quinn suddenly felt overdressed in her jeans and crop top.
"Yeah." She said, still looking at the drinks, trying to ignore Santana.
"You want me to make you something?" The brunette asked, speaking loudly over the music.
Quinn figured she might as well accept since she didn't know what she was doing. "Okay."
"Great. I know you don't drink much, so I'll make it light." Santana said and grabbed a red solo cup and put some ice in it. "I think you'll like this, you look like the vodka type. Vodka with cranberry juice or cape codder for the fancy people." She explained as she finished pouring the drinks. She handed the finished drink to Quinn, who grabbed it and grimaced at it. "Wanna do shots?" She asked. Quinn shook her head. "I'll do it for the both of us." She said and served two shots. "You gonna drink that or just stare at it?" She asked as she quickly drank both shots.
Quinn decided to go for it and just drink it. She started chugging it. She quickly finished the drink. "That's disgusting." She said, grimacing.
"Well, you were supposed to drink it slowly." Santana said, impressed. "Do you want another?"
Quinn just nodded. Santana silently served her the new drink and handed it to her. Quinn sipped it and realised Santana was right, it was much better like that. They heard the sound of glass breaking and the brunette excused herself to go check it out. So Quinn was once again alone.
She spent the rest of the night by Finn's side, bored out of her mind. Then she decided to look for some of the girls in the Cheerios, maybe she'd have more fun with them. On her way, someone knocked into her and poured their whole drink on her. Her shirt and jeans were ruined. Quinn glared at the guy who knocked the drink on her and turned around to go to the kitchen.
The blonde was trying to dry herself with a towel when she heard a voice. "Woah Fabray, you piss yourself?" Santana asked, smirking. She only received a glare in response. "Just a joke. What happened?"
"Some drunk idiot spilt his drink on me." Quinn angrily said while trying to dry her shirt.
"You're gonna ruin it if you keep doing that." Santana commented and received another glare in response. "How about I just give you something to wear?" She offered. Quinn just looked her up and down. "I promise it'll be appropriate."
The blonde just sighed and nodded. Santana took her by the hand and led her upstairs to her room. Once there, Santana closed the door of her room and it was suddenly much more silent. Quinn decided to sit on the bed. Santana went into her walk-in closet to find something for the blonde.
"Do you want jeans and a shirt or a dress? Or a skirt maybe?" Santana asked.
"Just give me whatever." Quinn said, annoyed. She really liked her shirt, if it left a stain, she was going to find the guy who spilled his drink on her.
"Jeans and a shirt then." Santana grabbed the outfit and handed it to Quinn. She decided to lay on her bed next to the blonde. "What are you doing here? Not that I want you to leave, it's just that you never come to my parties. Like ever." Santana asked, making conversation.
"Finn asked me to come." Quinn explained as she changed.
"Oh, are you dating him now?" Santana asked her.
"Yeah."
"Ew." Santana grimaced.
"Don't be like that. He's nice."
"Wow, that sounded so sincere Fabray. I can tell you really like him." The brunette said sarcastically.
"I do like him." Quinn said hesitantly. She layed back on the bed next to the latina.
"So I'll see you here more often?" Santana asked.
"I don't think so. It's not really my scene. Finn asks me to come all the time, this is the first time I agreed. As soon as we got here he left me to be a douchebag with his buddies." Quinn said.
"Well, I promise that if you decide to come again, I'll be your personal companion for the night."
"That sounds like a fancy word for prostitute, personal companion." Quinn said, imitating Santana's voice.
"Wow, that's not what I sound like at all. How drunk are you?" Santana asked her, turning her head to look at her.
"Just a little bit." Quinn slurred and turned to look at Santana.
The blonde had a dopey smile on her face, and maybe it was the weed, but Santana felt a sudden urge to kiss her. She decided to get closer to see if Quinn would push her away. But she got closer and closer, and the blonde just looked at her. She closed her eyes and decided to go for it. She expected to be pushed off and maybe slapped, but she did not expect for Quinn to kiss her back. She felt Quinn's hands on her face as she deepened the kiss, her tongue entering the blonde's mouth. She sat up and moved Quinn so she would be straddling her. She knew Quinn noticed her erection, but she didn't seem bothered by it. She rested her hands on the blonde's ass and gently squeezed. She felt the blonde moan as she moved against her lap.
It was three weeks later that Quinn decided to attend another one of Santana's parties. She had been avoiding the girl since they had hooked up at the party. The brunette had tried to talk to her but Quinn was great at avoiding her.
Once again Quinn found herself alone because Finn was trying to do keg stands. This time she knew to go to the kitchen to make herself her drink. Once there she saw the person she had been trying to avoid for almost a month sitting on the counter and sipping on a drink.
"Well, look who we have here." Santana greeted.
"Hi Santana." Quinn said, taking a cup from the island to prepare her drink.
"I see that you're finally done ignoring me. Have you come here to cash in on that offer?"
"The offer of you being my prostitute?" Quinn teased.
"Totally not what I meant. But, I didn't hear you complaining the other day when we were hooki-" Santana was cut off by a hand on her mouth.
"Shut up, someone could hear you." Quinn hissed. She could feel Santana smile into her hand. "Nobody can know that we had sex." Quinn whispered.
Santana frowned and took Quinn's hand off her face. "We didn't though. We just dry humped and made out. Do you need me to tell you how sex works?" Santana asked, smirking.
"Shut up." Quinn hissed, looking around to see if there was someone.
"Wow. Paranoid much? There's nobody here, and if they were they wouldn't be able to remember with how shit-faced they are." Santana said, hopping off the counter.
Quinn decided to ignore Santana and proceeded to make herself a drink. Santana smiled, seeing Quinn make herself the drink she had taught her.
"You know, I have something much better than alcohol upstairs." Santana mused.
"I swear to god, if you say your dick-" Quinn started angrily.
"I was not gonna say that, I mean weed. Wanna try?"
Quinn seemed to think about it for a minute and nodded. She figured she could be a teenager for once. Besides, she had already sinned enough to make taking drugs look like nothing. Santana took her by the hand and led her upstairs. Once in the room, Santana locked the door. She made her way to the nightstand and looked for a mint tin.
"I thought you said you had weed." Quinn complained, they had left the party for this.
Santana ignored her and opened the tin and presented five joints. "M'lady."
Quinn picked one up and Santana guided her to the open window. They sat down on the floor. Santana took the joint from Quinn and put it on her lips. She lit it with her lighter and inhaled. She maintained the smoke in her lungs for a couple of seconds before letting it out through her nose.
"You wanna try?" Santana asked. Quinn silently nodded. "You ever done it before?" Quinn shook her head. "Okay. Put it on your lips and I'll light it for you." Santana said as she handed the cigarette to Quinn. Quinn did as told and Santana leaned in with the lighter. "Now, breathe it in and make it stay in your lungs for a little while, it won't have an effect if you don't. You'll probably cough it out the first time." She gently explained.
Quinn inhaled, and as Santana said she coughed it out. The latina just silently rubbed her back. "That was disgusting. Why do you like it so much?" Quinn asked with a grimace.
Santana just shrugged in response. "Let's try this."
Quinn expected her to explain further, but the brunette just took a puff out of the cigarette and leaned into Quinn again, this time much closer. She took the blonde's jaw in her hand and opened her mouth slightly. She looked down at her lips while she let the smoke out and Quinn inhaled it. This time Quinn was able to keep it in for a while.
"Was that better?" Santana whispered. Quinn silently nodded, not able to think with the latina so close to her. "Wanna try another?" Again the blonde nodded. They repeated the process a couple of times more before the joint burnt itself out. "How's that feel?" Santana asked her. She could see Quinn's pupils were dilated and it drove her crazy.
"Good, I feel like I'm flying." The blonde answered. Santana just laughed. "I feel so calm."
Santana nodded, leaning in to give Quinn's neck sloppy open-mouthed kisses. "You know what feels great when you're high?" She muttered against her neck.
"What?" Quinn giggled.
"Orgasms." She said into her ear before biting Quinn's earlobe.
Quinn looked at her for a second before leaning in to kiss Santana. Before she could realise it, she was only in her bra and jeans while Santana made her way down her stomach with her tongue. And she realised Santana was right.
Once again Quinn found herself in Santana's living room at one of her weekly parties. This time, she ditched Finn as soon as she got through the door. She immediately went to the kitchen, knowing Santana would be there.
"Came back for more?" Santana said smugly as soon as she saw her. What was weird was that Quinn actually nodded. She didn't snap at her or tell her to shut up, she just nodded. "You okay?" And the blonde nodded again. But Santana knew she wasn't okay. "You wanna share a joint?" She offered. Again, Quinn just nodded.
Santana took her by the hand and led her outside. She decided, if she was going to get anything out of Quinn it wouldn't be if they were alone in a room, because they already knew how that would end. Once outside she leaned against a wall and lit the joint. She quickly breathed it in and handed it to Quinn.
"You're gonna have to do it yourself, I know you wouldn't appreciate everyone watching us practically making out." Santana explained.
"Shut up." Quinn mumbled with the cigarette in between her lips. After taking a puff out she spoke again, "he's cheating on me with Yentl."
Santana's eyebrows shot up. "What?"
"He is. I heard they had this weird date in the auditorium and they kissed." Quinn said, jaw tightening.
"Huh, two girls, didn't think he had it in him." Santana mused.
"Stop being an idiot for a minute."
Quinn was upset, and Santana figured that this was a serious matter. "Why are you so mad? You've done way more with me than what he's done with man hands." Santana questioned.
"I know that, okay? I know that." Quinn muttered angrily.
"Then what's the problem?" Santana asked while inspecting Quinn's face.
"Am I fat?" Quinn asked in a small voice.
"What?" Santana asked incredulously.
"Am I fat?" The blonde repeated with the same vulnerability.
"No Q, you're not fat." Santana answered sincerely. "Why would you think that?"
"Why does he look for someone else then?" Quinn asked with tears in her eyes.
"Why do you look for someone else?"
"Am I not hot?" Quinn decided to ignore her question.
"Q, believe me, you're hot. You're very, very hot. I probably wouldn't be here if you weren't."
"You really mean that?" Quinn asked with her bottom lip quivering.
"Yeah Q. I mean it." The brunette said in an earnest voice so Quinn would believe her. Santana placed her hand on Quinn's cheek and let her thumb run through her trembling lip. "How about I get you a drink? It looks like you need it." She felt Quinn nod against her hand.
Once more, Santana took Quinn's hand and led her to the kitchen. Santana made a drink for each and then they made their way to the party. Throughout the night, Quinn was glued to Santana's side. The brunette had noticed Puck looking at them suspiciously, but she was too drunk to care. Quinn was absolutely wasted and laughed a little too hard at Santana's jokes and whispered a little loudly in her ear, thankfully it wasn't anything inappropriate. At some point Santana got bored of the people and pulled Quinn a little closer.
"You wanna go upstairs?" She whispered in her ear. Quinn just nodded.
Santana led her upstairs and locked the door. As soon as she turned around, Quinn attacked her lips. Santana made quick work of the blonde's shirt and nipped at her neck. The blonde was giggling and Santana couldn't help but join in too. Once Quinn stopped laughing she grabbed Santana's crotch.
"I want you." Quinn whispered against her lips.
"I should put on a condom." Santana said and pushed Quinn on the bed to look for condoms on her nightstand drawers. "Shit, I can't find any." The brunette muttered.
"I don't care, I just need you." Quinn slurred. And Santana was too drunk to care about the consequences of not using one, so she accepted. "Just tell me how hot I am." Quinn demanded, insecure.
The latina laid between the blonde's legs on the bed. "You're beautiful." Santana mumbled against her lips. Santana just kept kissing her lips and eventually her neck and mumbling words of reassurance. "Are you sure?" She asked before taking Quinn's jeans off.
The blonde just nodded her head. She might've been drunk, but she knew she wanted to sleep with Santana. It was inevitable after what had happened in the past months. She didn't know why, but what she was so reluctant to do with her boyfriend she would do it with Santana without a thought.
Hey! So this took much longer to write than expected. I think next chapter will be the last. Btw, fanfiction has decided to work whenever it wants to, so that's a problem too. But, I hope you'vre enjoyed it and thank you for the reviews and love for this story! Love ya!