Santana was ready to head home after a long day. Cheerios practice had been tough and Quinn had been keeping her on her toes all day; those text messages had got her all kinds of hot and bothered. As well as that, she had finally got to have a proper conversation with the new girl, Brittany, even though the blonde's first impression of her was probably that she was some sort of bumbling idiot. Real smooth Lopez.
She strolled through the school quickly, having forgotten a few things in her locker that she needed. Just as she approached her destination, a hand grabbed at her shoulder and tugged her backwards.
"What the fu-" she trailed off as she was pulled into a dark, unoccupied classroom.
She heard the door click. A hand pressed against Santana's chest and pushed forcefully, causing her to stumble backwards a few steps until her back collided with the classroom wall. She watched as a fingertip trailed sensually up the length of her Cheerios uniform until it reached her jaw, brushing across her skin gently. Her chin was tilted upwards and her breath hitched slightly as she met piercing hazel eyes.
"I saw you with that blonde," Quinn husked against her jaw. "That new girl. How she ever made it onto the Cheerios is beyond me." She scoffed.
Santana chuckled and tried to move forward slightly. "Do I detect a hint of jealousy, Fabray?"
At this, Quinn pressed her back again until she was pushed firmly up against the wall again.
"We were just talking," Santana explained. "She doesn't know anybody."
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Like I care about that. I'm sure she'll find some loser to take pity on her… but we made a deal Santana."
It was Santana's turn to roll her eyes. "I was just trying to be friendly. Be a good team mate," she shrugged, not really seeing what the big deal was here. "She's one of us."
Quinn leant into Santana's tiny body and leant closer to her ear. Santana let out an involuntary shudder as she felt the blonde's hot breath against her skin.
"You heard me Santana. A deal's a deal," Quinn whispered, her tongue gently flicking the brunette's earlobe, causing her to gasp quietly. "Stay away from her." She said was finality.
Santana watched as Quinn hurriedly left the classroom, leaving her a little breathless and a little confused.
/
Santana collapsed on her bed, throwing her bag down onto her bedroom floor. She propped her head up onto her pillows and took out her phone, scrolling through her messages from today.
She still could not believe the conversation she had shared with Quinn. The brunette couldn't help but ponder as to what her angle was. She had panicked at first when the blonde had walked in on her and the hot Cheerio at the party, panicked that Quinn was going to mock her for questioning her sexuality like that. Santana had admitted it to herself; she liked girls. Everything about them. She had tried sleeping with guys, tried to convince her mind and body otherwise but had come to accept the fact that she was in fact gay. She wasn't ready to tell anyone though and she wanted to keep it that way.
Santana looked up at the ceiling. What was Quinn getting out of this? Was she curious too? Did she want to know what it was like to be with a girl in that way? She couldn't be completely straight; the deal they'd made was the blonde's idea after all.
Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone buzzing in her hand. She swiped across the screen.
1 New Message – Quinn
Oh boy.
Santana tapped to open the message, holding her breath.
Q: Parents out. Come by my place at 8.
This was it. The brunette couldn't help but feel a little nervous. After all, this was the Head Cheerio inviting her over and she knew exactly what was going to happen. Santana decided that no matter what she felt inside, she had to be confident with the blonde. She knew what she was doing after all. The other Cheerios she'd fooled around with had always enjoyed themselves. She tapped out a reply.
S: I'll be there.
/
Santana's gaze lingered over the pristine liquor cabinet that stood in the Fabray's front room. It looked as though it had never been touched.
"How about a drink first?" she suggested to the blonde.
Quinn turned to face the cabinet and bit down on her bottom lip.
"Daddy says I'm not allowed to-" she started.
"You always do what Daddy tells you?" Santana interrupted, raising her eyebrows teasingly. "Perhaps you're more innocent than I thought…" The brunette shrugged her shoulders and continued walking through the house.
"Wait-" Quinn stuttered.
Santana smirked with her back to the other girl. That had done it; she was enjoying seeing the other girl stumble over her words. The dynamics had changed between them now that they were here. It was clear to her that after all of the blonde's bravado at school, Quinn was nervous. She turned to face the blonde and waited patiently.
"I-I'm not all that innocent." The blonde bit down on her lip.
Santana scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Prove it." She challenged.
Quinn reached out tentatively and took hold of Santana's wrist, tugging gently and leading her upstairs to her bedroom.
Santana followed her obediently and leant back against the door as it clicked shut. She flicked the lock too just to be on the safe side. Quinn moved a few steps forward and stood with her back to the brunette. Santana moved to close the gap and reached out to sweep blonde hair to one side, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her bare neck.
"Take off your clothes." Santana husked against creamy skin.
Quinn let out a whimper and bit down on her lip hard at the feel of Santana's mouth. She said very little in response but got to work quickly on her Cheerios uniform. The blonde stood in just her white bra and panties and turned to face Santana. Deep brown orbs met hazel as they locked gazes.
"Fuck," Santana gasped as she took in the beauty before her. Sure, she had seen Quinn undress before in the locker room, but this was different. This was intimate; this was for her.
The brunette gently gripped the blonde's shoulders, leading her backwards until her knees hit the bed. Quinn perched down on the edge and chanced a look up at Santana. Her eyes seemed darker with desire and her chest was heaving.
"Are you sure about this Q?" she paused, gazing down at the blonde's face. "Because once I start I don't think I'll be able to-"
She was interrupted by a single finger pressed against her lips.
"Stop talking."
Santana smiled and gave a simple nod. Her fingers trailed delicately across Quinn's skin and she slowly unclipped her bra and peeled down her panties, throwing both items of clothing aside. She tried to take her time with the other girl, building her up steadily, and pressed tender kisses across her perfect breasts, flicking her tongue carefully over each nipple.
Santana revelled in the sounds coming from Quinn. The girl was clearly enjoying herself and Santana wanted nothing more than to continue what she was doing. Her hand trailed lower down the blonde's naked body and she bit down on her lip hard as her fingers brushed across damp thighs. Wow, she was so wet. She slid her fingers down and guided them to the other girl's entrance.
Quinn threw her head back against the pillows and arched her body as Santana slipped two fingers into her. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her lips parted in pleasure.
Santana knew she had been told to stop talking but she just couldn't help herself. She murmured against the blonde's collarbone, "What would Daddy think of his good little Christian girl? Getting fucked by a girl and enjoying it."
Quinn gasped at the brunette's words and moaned even louder as Santana continued to work her up, pumping and curling her fingers expertly.
"Yeah, that's it," Santana husked, using her right hand to try and part Quinn's legs further apart to give her more room to move. "Spread your legs. Nice and wide. There we go."
Quinn followed Santana's command and felt the brunette shift her body above her, using the thrust of her fully clothed hips to drive her fingers into the blonde deeper.
Quinn let out a choked moan as she felt the brunette's skilled fingers hitting a spot inside her that she didn't even know existed. Jesus that felt good. Now all she needed was-
"Oh my God!" she gasped loudly when Santana gently pressed a thumb to her throbbing clit, making tight circles.
Santana looked down at Quinn's face, watching intently for signs that she was close. They were all there; clear as day. She pressed her right hand gently against the blonde's throat.
"Look at me," she demanded, until hazel eyes met hers.
Quinn whimpered as the brunette's fingers stilled inside her. She was so, so close.
"This is what you wanted, right Q?" Quinn nodded helplessly. "Good." She slipped her fingers out of the blonde's wetness, smirking as she instantly heard Quinn's protests.
"Santana, please-"
Santana lowered her head and spoke softly, inches away from Quinn's parted lips.
"Now you're going to come for me." She husked, thrusting her fingers back inside the blonde, rubbing her clit gently with her thumb as she watched Quinn shake through her orgasm and collapse back onto the bed panting.