(A/N: I don't know why Quinn/Santana stories keep flowing out of me, but hey... I'm not complaining! Anyway, please read and review!!)
(Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Glee)
They started hanging out as a way to distract themselves. Quinn needed to find something that wasn't a constant reminder of the daughter she gave up and Santana was nursing a broken heart. A few weeks after Quinn gave birth and the Glee club went to Nationals, school ended. Which meant, no educational or extra curricular distractions; no Cheerios, no Glee just an obscene amount of time with ones own thoughts and feelings. Santana laid on her floor in the middle of the afternoon starring at the ceiling, she turned her head when she heard a knock at her door.
"What?" She hollered, the door pushed open and Quinn leaned against the frame holding two plastic cups in her hand. "Quinn?"
"I brought Starbucks." Quinn smiled, entering the room and closing the door behind her. She walked over to Santana and sat on the floor next to her placing the cold icy drink flat on the tan girls exposed abs.
"Sweet." Santana says, propping herself up a bit before taking a sip. "What's up?"
"I'm bored." Quinn sighed, taking a sip of her own drink.
"Finn and Puck finally give up on you?" Santana smirked.
"No, I just wanted to be around someone who was not apart of that situation." She replied, "I'm so fucking tired of them. And Berry, all they want to talk about is the baby and my nipples."
"Your... what?"
"Rachel is like obsessed with my breasts since I had... It's like awkward."
"I bet." Santana replies slightly horrified, but it doesn't stop her eyes from roaming her friends chest. "I don't think I've heard you swear before."
"Yeah. We'll I'm frustrated."
"It's kinda hot."
"Shut up, Lopez."
......
Santana and Quinn started to spend every afternoon together, avoiding the people who they didn't want to see. They mostly kept hold up in Santana house or her backyard lounging by her pool.
"You don't have to keep entertaining me, San. You can go hang with B if you want." Quinn offered one afternoon as she dangled her feet in the water. Santana pushed her hair back as she swam over to the blond.
"Yeah. We're not really speaking right now."
"What?" Quinn asked supposedly. "I thought you guys were close."
"We were, now were not. Things changed" She shrugged, pushing off against the wall stretching backwards into a back stroke. Quinn watched her, her eyes roaming over the Latina's skin that glistened against the dark green of her bikini and the blue of the pool. She was still awkward in her post baby body so dunking her legs was as close as she was getting to the pool.
"What happened."
"Mike." Santana explained, "and Puck, Matt, and probably half the football team."
"She... with all of them?" Quinn asked, her eyebrow raising at the list.
"Those are the ones I know of." Santana stated.
"Wait." Quinn says, "I don't get why that would piss you off."
"Because." Santana sighed moving back over to Quinn. "You were distracted most of the year so I'm not expecting you to have noticed. IkindaLikedHer." Santana say's quickly. Quinn scrunches her face up trying to follow the statement. "I Liked her, Q."
"Oh... Like...OH!" Quinn realizes, "Did you guys..."
"Not really, no." Santana replies, "We kissed allot when we were drinking. But, I thought she liked me... She acted like she did, but when I was honest with her she told me she didn't."
"Sorry, San." Quinn says.
"It's fine. She told me that she was straight and she pretty much has screwed everyone since. So, whatever. I just don't want to deal."
"Still, sucks." the blond says as she cups some water in her in her hands and brings it up to her face relishing the cool feeling.
"Dude. Just come in the pool." Santana exclaims, splashing some water at her. Quinn shakes her head.
"No." She says, her arms wrapping around her centre self consciously. "I don't have a bathing suit."
"Go wear one of mine."
"There is no way I'm wearing yours. Have you seen your body?" Quinn expresses, motioning to the girl. "I'm not subjecting myself to that slap to my body image."
"You used to wear my stuff all the time."
"Before I was pregnant... My body is gross now."
"Quinn, your hot. You always have been." Santana replies, lifting herself out of the pool and grabbing her towel. "It's just me."
"I know. Maybe later. Okay?" Quinn gives in, standing up when Santana walks over to her.
"Movie?" Santana asks as they walk into the house.
A little while later, Santana laid on her bed her eyes glued to the movie playing on the television. Quinn kept moving around, not able to get comfortable.
"Stop flopping around." Santana says, her eyes flickering over to the blond.
"Sorry, I'm just uncomfortable." Quinn replies, Santana simply pulls the blond so her body is leaning on her-own. Quinn laid her head down on the girls chest and tentatively draped her arms over the Latina's waist. Santana smiled and ran her fingers through Quinn's soft hair. The blond's eyes fluttered closed as she breathed in the smell of her friends perfume and subtle thumping of her heart.