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Santana froze. Had she just heard her correctly? What the fuck?
"So, what do you say?" the blonde said, breaking the silence.
Santana met Quinn's dangerous gaze and took a little step back, trying to put some distance between the two girls.
"That's blackmail," Santana whispered. "You can't do that."
Quinn scoffed. "Blackmail? Hardly." She stepped into the brunette, closing the gap again and leant in, husking against her ear. "Put it this way, you get to keep your little secret and you get to have some fun with an innocent Christian girl."
Santana's breath hitched at Quinn's words.
Quinn smirked as she felt Santana's body reacting to her. She was very much enjoying playing with the other girl. "Mmm, that's got your attention. Hasn't it?"
Santana finally found her words. "You're hardly innocent Q."
The blonde girl chuckled. "You'll just have to find out, won't you?" she teased, her lips brushing Santana's ear as she spoke boldly. "How naughty I can be."
Santana visibly shuddered at that. God this girl was good. She couldn't remember ever being this turned on by just words. Could she really agree to this? She had never really thought of the Head Cheerio that way before, but she wasn't blind. Quinn was gorgeous. Dangerous, but gorgeous. And here she was, asking Santana to satisfy her. Sexually. Perhaps the blonde girl just wanted to experiment. After all, Santana had been with her fair share of curious Cheerios, why not add another to the list? Clearly Puck was not fulfilling her needs. Santana chuckled inwardly; she'd been there before and would never be going back.
"I have one condition," Quinn spoke, pulling away from Santana's ear and looking into her eyes. "I don't care if you're with other girls but no more Cheerios. Except me."
Santana frowned and crossed her arms defensively. "Why?" The only girls she'd been with were on the squad. It seemed Santana had a bit of a type – athletic and blonde.
"Because let's face it," she started, trailing a single fingertip across the brunette's arm. "Why would you want any of them, when you get to have me?"
Santana hated to admit that she had a point. Why would she want any of the other Cheerios when she was being handed the HBIC on a plate?
Quinn cocked an eyebrow. "So, do we have a deal?" she asked.
Santana felt herself nodding before any words could come out of her mouth. She reached for the blonde girl's hand and shook it, sealing her fate.
"Excellent." Quinn smirked. She turned on her heel and made for the door, pausing with her hand on the doorknob, she glanced back over her shoulder at the brunette. "I'll be in touch."
Santana could only watch as the blonde girl closed the door behind her. She let out a breath she'd been holding as she was left alone to decipher what the hell had just happened.
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A few days passed by without Santana hearing a single word from Quinn. She was starting to wonder whether she had made the whole thing up in her head.
She busied herself at her locker, grabbing the last few books she needed for the rest of the day. She shut the door and turned around, catching the eye of the hot Cheerio from the party the other night. She smiled and gave her a small wave, receiving a wink back. She grinned to herself, feeling a little smug. It was a shame they hadn't got to finish what they had-
She jumped a little as her phone buzzed. She pulled it out of where it was tucked in her bra and saw she had a text message.
1 New Message – Quinn
Santana tapped a few buttons as she read the message, her eyes widening in the process as she glanced around her surroundings.
Q: Hope you haven't forgotten our little deal and my only condition. No Cheerios, except me.
What the… was Quinn spying on her? How the hell would she know that she had just encountered the girl from the party? Or was it just a coincidence? Yes, that must be it. Just a coincidence, nothing to worry about.
Her phone buzzed again and she tapped the screen quickly to open the second message.
Q: Stay away from that bitch, understood?
Santana's mouth hung open, completely baffled. She took another quick look up and down the corridor but there was no sign of the blonde. Santana sighed, shoved her phone back into her bra and strode off to her next class.
She settled down into one of the seats at the back and took out her things. At least she could switch off for a bit during Spanish and forget all about-
Really?
Santana discreetly took her phone out and held it under the desk as she tapped the screen to reveal another message.
Q: I can't stop thinking about you.
Santana raised her eyebrows in surprise and smirked a little. She wasn't expecting that. She glanced quickly at the teacher to make sure they were preoccupied and then typed a response.
S: What exactly are you thinking about?
The text conversation started to take off quite quickly as the two girls conversed whilst sat in separate lessons.
Q: What I want you to do to me after school.
Santana bit down on her lip.
S: Tell me.
Q: I'm really wet just thinking about it S.
Santana's eyes nearly popped out of her head at that and she groaned inwardly. This girl was going to kill her. How could somebody go from being so snarky and cold to red hot in the space of minutes? She decided to step it up a bit and test the blonde.
S: What panties are you wearing?
Q: Who said I was wearing any?
Santana's eyes rolled back into her head at the seductive tone Quinn was giving off. Fuck. She was doomed.
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Santana stretched and bent down to tighten her laces as Cheerios practice finished for the day. She had stayed behind to cool down properly and most of the girls had left already.
What a day. She had managed to get through the routines mostly unscathed but was made to endure Quinn throwing her sultry looks every so often. Whilst warming up and stretching, Santana had not been able to keep her eyes from the blonde's firm behind in that delectable Cheerios skirt as she bent over to touch her toes. Santana was sure that Quinn was doing it on purpose. The Head Cheerio was clearly enjoying this hold she had over the brunette.
"Sandbags!"
Santana rolled her eyes as she heard the barking voice of Sue Sylvester from behind her. She stood up and spun around to face her, pulling her bag up over her shoulder.
"Yes Coach?"
"Stay behind and clear up," she ordered. "Oh and keep Blondie here with you."
Santana frowned and looked to see who she was talking about. She gasped inwardly and muttered under her breath, unable to stop herself. It was her. Only this time, she was donning a red and white Cheerios uniform.
"Sunshine hair…"
"What?" replied the soft voice.
"Err…" Santana paused and quickly tried to brush off her slip up. "I mean, hi?"
The blonde girl laughed. What a beautiful sound - Santana wanted to make that happen again.
"Hi." She smiled sweetly and started to pick up some of the equipment that had been left strewn across the playing field.
Santana watched her for a few seconds before realising that she should probably help her. The pair got to work and after packing everything away, Santana turned to face the other girl.
"So, I haven't seen you before… I mean, there was that one time by my locker but-" Santana started, but was cut off by the blonde who let out a soft laugh once more.
"I'm Brittany." She smiled sweetly, offering her hand to Santana.
Santana let out a breath and cursed herself inwardly at her stupid rambling. She took the girl's hand and shook it politely, noticing how soft her skin was.
"Santana," she replied. "I'm not usually this inarticulate."
Brittany cocked her head to the side, a puzzled look on her face. "I don't know what that means."
Santana smiled and shook her head, locking brown eyes with deep blue. "Doesn't matter."
Unbeknownst to the two girls, jealous hazel eyes were watching them from afar.