Quinn has been looking around for Santana for 45 minutes, with no such luck. She's also asked around and nobody seems to have seen her either.
She's searched the whole house so she knows there is only one place left to look, outside on the hammock.
Lone behold, as soon as she steps outside and in that direction, she can see the silhouette of her girlfriend, feeling relieved. But that quickly disappears when she sees her raising a glass to her lips, something that definitely isn't water.
She stops in front of Santana, who seems to be completely oblivious to the world right now, so she crouches down and takes a tanned face into her hands, "Hey." She whispers and Santana looks up, utterly defeated.
"Hi." The Latina breathes out.
"Can I take this?" But it's not really a question, Quinn removes the glass from her hand and smells it, straight whiskey. She gets up and sits on the hammock too.
"Why are you drinking Tana? What's going on? Because it better be worth risking your life!" Quinn feels the anger start to boil but when Santana turns to look at her and she sees the despair in her eyes, it quickly dissipates.
"You know how you said Kitty was planning something?" Santana mumbles.
That's when it hits Quinn, whatever Kitty was doing never came to light, it appears Santana has found out, so she nods slightly in response.
"Well she gave me my ultimatum."
And Quinn just sits there, waiting for the worst.
"I either sleep with her or she tells everyone about my dick."
Quinn eyes almost bulge from her head and she feels her heart pounding. How in the world did she know?
"I'm so sorry my love." The blonde finally whispers and pulls Santana into her.
"I told her to tell everyone because I'm not going to cheat on you."
"You don't need to do that. We can find another way!" Quinn exclaims.
"It's fine, we have like what? Three weeks left? I can cope with the looks and comments for that long, I'm past caring." She sighs. "I'm surprised it's stayed a secret this long."
"I'm here for you, you know that right?"
Santana nods against her chest and sits up, "I'm not upset about that, she can tell whoever, fuck them. I'm more upset because somebody betrayed me and there's only 4 people that know. I hope it wasn't you or Blaine, so that leaves Cedes and Kurt."
"It wasn't me baby, I promise."
"I know. But I do need to find out. But first I think I need to get out of here, it's not good for me and I've already touched that shit, I can't be tempted." She says, looking towards the glass discarded on the floor.
"I'm disappointed that you went to that but I'm so proud that you're taking yourself away from the situation lovebug." Quinn says, pecking Santana's lips, multiple times.
"I'm sorry I disappointed you." The Latina says, dropping her head.
"It's fine, it's 1 slip up. You're doing amazing and I'm proud of you. Now let's get you home, I'm ready to get my cuddles on."
Santana and Quinn head back inside the party in search of Blaine. Once they find him, he advises that he's staying longer with Brittany and may stay hers tonight, so with that, the girls head home.
They move effortlessly around each other, getting ready for bed, a routine that only people completely in sync with each other would be able to enact.
When they finally lie down in bed, their usual roles are reversed, with Santana laying her head on the blonde's chest.
Pale fingers run through raven hair in a soothing manner as Santana wraps her arm tightly across Quinn's waist.
"Are you going to be okay?" Santana asks cautiously.
"Tana, why wouldn't I be? I should be asking you that."
"I just- they can say whatever they want to me, but you're going to be the one who's dating the school freak now, you know?"
"Babe.." She pauses, pulling Santana's face up to hers and cupping her cheek, "You are not a freak, I don't want to hear you say that again. Yeah, okay you have something different about you but I love you and that isn't going to change. I wouldn't change anything about you."
"So, you don't care that I'm not normal?" Santana says timidly.
"You are normal, you are! I don't want you to be ashamed of this because it's what makes you stand out from the crowd. You are gorgeous and sexy but Lil Q is one of my favourite things, the fact that you know how to use it only intensifies the heat between my legs when I think about you." She laughs to which Santana blushes and chuckles along with her. "I love you, every part of you.. you're perfect." Quinn finishes, leaning in for a tender kiss.
The blonde swipes her tongue over a plump lip, which easily parts from its pair to allow access. Their tongues meet and dance delicately, love oozing from each of them.
The kiss grows and Quinn pushes Santana backwards so that she's able to straddle the Latina without breaking the kiss. She grinds down on to the other girls crotch and feels the familiar twitching.
Santana pulls away when she realises where this is headed, "Q, you don't have to-" but she is cut off by another soft kiss.
"Don't. Let me love you. Besides, you're supposed to have sex on prom night." She giggles, which receives a chuckle and head shake from the girl below her.
Quinn removes Santana's t-shirt and bra and then shuffles down the Latinas body and removes her boxers, letting her semi-hard dick spring free.
She slowly kisses the tip and Santana moans softly. The blonde then takes the first inch into her mouth and licks all around it. She repeats this process until the tip is hitting the back of her throat, which she then agonisingly slowly, retracts, licking the underside.
Santana is writhing beneath her, trying her best not to thrust into her girlfriend's mouth, or press her head downwards.
Quinn sees her beginning to struggle and begins to bob her head up and down the now hard penis, hollowing her cheeks.
Soon Santana's breath is labouring and she is panting hard, something that Quinn still struggles to listen to, but soon, the brunette announces that she is nearing the edge, to which Quinn replies, "Cum for me, love. Cum in my mouth." And that drives Santana over the edge, releasing strings of cum, to which the blonde swallows like a champ.
It isn't very often that Quinn gives her girlfriend blowjobs, it has nothing to do with the fact that she has a dick, but more that she likes when they have sex so that they can climax together, which gives her an idea for the future.
She slides up Santana's naked body, leaving butterfly kisses in her trail until she gets to her lips, which she connects eagerly.
When they naturally break apart, Santana speaks first, "Give me a second and I'll return the favour." But Quinn shakes her head in response.
"I don't want you too. I'm loving you today, baby." She rasps, sitting up and seductively and teasingly removing her shirt.
Santana sits up, with Quinn still straddling her, running her hands up a pale back, and unclasps her bra, removing it. She takes a hard nipple into her mouth and sucks gently, causing Quinn to arch her back further, tangle her fingers into raven hair and grind down, trying to find friction.
The Latina slowly lets the nipple go with a 'pop' and moves to the next one, being pulled in again by Quinn.
The only thing separating their sexes right now is the pair of boxers that Quinn is wearing. Which is definitely not enough for Santana not to feel the heat and wetness from her girlfriend.
She pulls her head back and looks into dark hazel eyes, without breaking eye contact, moves her hands from where they were resting on pale thighs, to the waistband of the boxers and tugs gently.
Quinn nods slightly and stands, allowing Santana to pull them down, she steps out and they are discarded onto the floor.
She sits back down, Santana's hard dick bumping her clit, while they sensually kiss, Quinn gripping the side of the Latina's neck, stroking her jaw.
"I." Kiss. "Love." Kiss. "You." She rasps out.
Santana pulls back slightly to reply, "You're my everything Lucy Q. I love you so much, it hurts. You're it for me." She says just as quietly, causing tears to build up in Quinn's eyes, whilst she reaches towards the nightstand.
Santana always knows what to say in their most intimate moments.
Quinn pulls her hand back, "Not tonight, it's a special occasion." And before Santana can reply, Quinn pushes herself up slightly, moves the hardened dick to her entrance and slowly lowers herself down. Savouring the feeling of being filled and stretched, in only a way the Latina can.
Santana moans and buries her head into Quinn's shoulder, wrapping her arms tightly around the blondes waist. "You feel so good baby love."
Quinn starts to rock and sighs at the relief she feels. She been needing this since she walked down them stairs and saw Santana looking mighty fine in that suit.
The blonde leans down and leaves open mouthed kisses on her girlfriend's shoulder as she begins to gyrate faster. She whimpers and whines as she registers how amazing it feels right now.
Santana can feel Quinn start to pulsate around her and so she turns her head slightly to suck at her pulse point, which has her girlfriend whinging louder. They rock faster until the bed is knocking against the wall and the Latina can feel her penis being suffocated and wetness covers her as Quinn calls out her name and slumps forward.
Soon after, she releases a load of hot cum into her girlfriend, a wave of relief washing over her.
Quinn pulls back when her breathing has evened out, "Does Lil Q have one more round?" She asks to which Santana just laughs and nods.
They flip positions so that Santana is on top and Quinn is lying on her back and they make love once more.
All throughout, Santana realises that this is Quinn's way of showing her that, no matter what happens from here on, they're in it together and that she loves her.
The two of them seem to be in their little love bubble for the rest of the weekend. They spend all of their time on little, romantic dates or in bed, not really seeing anyone else, but mainly because Maribel is working and Blaine doesn't seem to have come home.
By Monday when they arrive at school, it seems the word has spread quickly, when Santana walks into the halls, following an awful ROTC training nightmare, where she dropped a tyre on her foot, everyone is now staring at her.
She continues to walk with her head high and carries on towards her locker, limping slightly. When she gets there, she arranges her books, when the door above her is slammed closed and looking back at her is none other than Bree Watson.
"So is it true? I mean there's no proof out there so I could definitely check if you want." She says with a sly grin.
"No thanks." Santana says and carries on with her task.
"Are you not even going to deny it or just let these rumours fly around?"
"I don't need to explain myself to you, so please, fuck off, I'm not in the mood." The Latina snaps.
"Fine, whatever. But just so you know, others might not be so nice about it." Bree shrugs.
"No problem, I'm not that bothered."
And with that, Bree saunters back off down the corridor as Quinn approaches.
"Hey babe, what was all that about?" She asks gently.
"Your fellow Cheerio wants to check if the rumours are true because there's no proof." The Latina says rolling her eyes.
"She made a pass at you?" Quinn replies, cheeks begin to tinge with redness.
"She just said that she could check if I wanted."
"I swear, I'll kill them all."
"Q, it's not worth it. Calm down." Santana sighs, not really in the mood for this argument either.
"This isn't okay Tana! They shouldn't be fucking gossiping about it and saying stuff like that to you." She states angrily.
"Yeah, well, it's high school, no-one gives a fuck. Now let me walk you to class, just drop it."
Quinn attempts to reply but Santana just gives her a pleading look and she deflates, they interlock their fingers and head in the direction of Quinn's class.
"Are you okay? You're limping." The blonde asks.
"I did not have a good training session this morning, dropped a tyre on my foot so I really aren't in the mood for all the bullshit."
"Do you need to go to the nurse?" Quinn asks worriedly.
"No, I'm fine. It'll just be bruised. Now go and don't lose your shit on anyone." Santana says, stopping at the blonde's classroom.
They share a quick kiss before heading off in opposite directions.
Santana hears the snide comments as she passes people in the halls all day, but no one dares approach her as they know they'll have the wrath of Quinn to deal with.
That is, until she arrives at football practise and Finn Hudson decides it's his turn.
"So not only did Quinn leave me for a girl but also a freak. She mustn't know because she'd have left your ass in a heartbeat! She wouldn't let me fuck her so there's no way a fucking freak like you has." He announces to the team, laughing.
A few of the other guys, like Dave Karofsky laugh along with him, but most have a neutral look on their face or one of pitty.
It also seems like Blaine is keeping himself away from the situation, in the back. Actually, he avoided his sister at ROTC too.
"What? You got nothing to say? Did she leave you as soon as she heard the rumours? That doesn't surprise me, she'll probably come crawling back to me in a week or two!" He says, his voice getting lower and he steps forward, with intention to intimidate, something Santana doesn't back down from.
"You're just jealous that mine's probably double the size of yours, you fucking idiot." She shouts and storms off. The ringing of the teams laughter echos as she walks further away.
She heads straight into the locker room, grabs her things and leaves. As she's walking through the corridor, she bumps into another set of people she doesn't want to see.
The hockey team.
There has always been an issue between the hockey team and the football team, but as Santana has been wise enough to stay out of the feud, they've usually left her alone, but now they have a reason.
"So, you're officially the school weirdo now, huh?" Rick Nelson, the captain, shouts.
"Fuck off Rick." She growls, everyone getting on her last nerve today.
But before she can do anything else, she's hit with about 6 slushies, all to the face.
Unable to open her eyes, she just lowers herself to the floor as she listens to the echo of laughter, much like the sound she'd left on the field, moments before as the sound of footsteps disappear.
She sits there until she hears a voice approaching her, "Santana? Are you okay?" And she recognises it, but can't quite place it, something the voice seems to notice.
"It's Marley, I'm on the Cheerios." She says timidly.
"I know who you are Marley. Sorry, I just can't open my eyes right now."
"Do you want me to lead you to the bathroom? I can help you?"
"That would be great, if you aren't in a rush to get anywhere?" Santana replies.
"It's fine, we just finished our extra training with Coach Sue so everyone will be coming through here soon, if you want to go before everyone sees you?"
"Yeah, please. Thanks."
Santana feels small hands on her arms and lifts herself onto her feet. The hands never leave her as she guides her gently to the girls bathroom.
Marley grabs a small chair from the corridor and places it down in front of the sink for Santana to sit.
"Why are you being so nice to me? Don't you think I'm going to infect you or something, like the rest of the school." Santana asks nervously.
"I don't believe everything I hear Santana. Even if it is true, I don't see why it's such a big deal." She shrugs, not that the Latina can see.
Before Santana is able to reply, she hears the door swing open and familiar footsteps approaching her.
"Q?"
"Yeah, it's me. I'm here, baby." Quinn replies, hurt in her voice.
"That's some soulmate shit right there, you know her footsteps?" Marley laughs.
"I suppose we live together so that helps, did you tell her?" Santana replies, laughing herself.
"I suppose it does and yeah, I assume you don't mind. I'll leave you two to it. I hope it doesn't hurt too much Santana."
"Yeah. Thanks Marley."
Just then, Santana hears the door close and a damp towel is starting to be dabbed on her eyes.
"Tana, what happened?" Quinn asks softly.
"Can you please just get me out of here? I will tell you, I just need to go." The brunette says defeatedly.
"Okay." Quinn replies, still wiping the dried slushy from the tanned face in her hands.
When Santana tries to open her eyes, it stings and so she has Quinn wipe them a little more until the pain has subsided slightly.
When she's able to open her eyes with minimal pain, the looks into her favourite pair of hazel orbs, which are brimming with tears and wipes them away.
"Come on pretty girl, let's go."
And Quinn just nods, leading Santana out of the bathroom, towards the car. When they get there, Quinn realises that she hasn't seen Blaine.
"Where's your brother?"
"Don't ask." Santana mumbles as she climbs into the passenger seat.
Quinn just confusedly jumps in and starts to head home.
What the hell is going on?
Once they get home, the front room is empty as there is a note from Maribel saying she's been called into work and is doing a double shift.
Quinn goes to check Blaine's room and find that it's also empty.
Santana heads to the kitchen and makes them some grilled cheese for dinner as she has definitely lost her appetite and her girlfriend claimed she wasn't that hungry.
They eat in relative silence and when they're finished, Santana finally heads for a shower, while Quinn does the dishes.
When the blonde has finished, she heads upstairs and into their bedroom, hearing the shower still running but she can hear another sound. As she puts her head to the door, she can hear her girlfriend sobbing, it breaks her heart but she knows that Santana will not want her going in there right now, she needs to cry alone.
So she heads straight back out of the room and back downstairs, so that Santana doesn't know she heard her.
Around 10 minutes later, the Latina appears, "I'm going to go to bed now. Will you- will you lie with me?" She asks shyly.
Quinn gets up from the couch, turns off the TV and walks towards Santana, taking her hand and leading her up the stairs. They enter the room and she gets changed as Santana gets into bed.
She climbs in her side and the brunette curls into her, resting a head on her chest. Quinn wraps her arm around a slim waist and pulls her in tighter.
"Are you ready to talk about today?" She asks quietly, hoping that she isn't pushing the Latina too far.
Luckily, Santana is cooperative and tells her everything, from the looks and comments, to Finn, to the hockey team and then how Marley found her.
"Wait so, where was Blaine?" The blonde asks, baffled.
"It seems my brother decided to hide from the situation. Not a peep from him." She says, begin to become infuriated again.
Quinn sits in silence piecing everything together.
"I'm really sorry lovebug. I hounded Cedes and Kurt today and they both swear that they never said anything."
"I know it wasn't them. You know that deep down too. It was Blaine." She says, matter of factly.
"You think he sold you out? Tana, that makes no sense."
"I don't think he did it purposely. I think his little girlfriend either found out and he knew, or he slipped up and told her, she's the one with the direct line to Kitty. Don't forget, she was the one that told when she saw us cuddling on the couch under the bleachers."
Quinn sits, staring into the darkness, dumbfounded. She'd trusted Brittany again, let her back in and now this.
"I'm really sorry Luce. I know you two were close again." Santana says squeezing her around the waist.
"It's not your fault, my love. A leopard can't change its spots. I shouldn't have been so naive to think that she was back to the innocent little girl she used to be. She's a manipulative bitch, who doesn't stop till she gets what she wants."
"Don't rile yourself up. She won't get it, you know that. Tomorrow, we'll confront them both, separately. I know Blaine knows, he feels guilty, it's why he's avoiding me, and he knows I know because he's not even coming home and I haven't text to see if he's okay." She says, as a tear escapes her eye, something Quinn feels through the fabric of her t-shirt.
She shuffles down until they're face to face and takes the tanned cheeks into her hands, leaning over to kiss the other girls nose softly. "I love you and I'm sorry you feel like this."
"I love you too. Now let's forget it and get some sleep, my foots killing and I'm knackered."
And that's how they fell asleep, wrapped in each others arms.