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"Quinn?" I knocked softly against the outside of the bathroom door. I could hear the water from the sink running and the distinct hum of the ventilation fan, but clearly she had finished her shower as I heard things clinking against the porcelain vanity.
It had been almost an hour since she left my bedroom and I figured I needed to get in there and get started before we had company. Rachel was still sleeping, but now it was only a matter of time before she came out to join us. I assumed Kurt never came home last night as the television was still on, a now blank screen opposed to the movie that was still going last night. That also meant that he could potentially walk in through the front door at any moment, and I didn't feel like doing the walk of secret shame to my own bathroom; although, there's absolutely nothing to be ashamed of about any of this. I actually feel like celebrating, but I'm not too sure the others would approve of me taking Quinn against every surface of the apartment. I suppose I'll just have to think of something else…
"Q, you almost done in there?" I spoke just loud enough so that I could be sure she heard me.
I heard light footsteps in front of the door before the knob shifted ever so slightly in front of me.
"Door's open," her voice dissipated as it became drowned out by the noise from inside the room.
I turned the knob and slowly glided the door open before closing it behind me and setting my things aside. When I looked up, I saw her smiling at me shyly through the reflection in the fogged mirror as she applied concealer to what remained of her now fading bruises. A very particular large bruise on her side standing out from the rest that she wasn't bothering to cover up. It didn't take much effort for me to notice her off-white bra and panties.
Seriously, you're not even dressed yet?
I swear you're trying to kill me.
How do you always manage to look so stunning?
"This shouldn't take too long. You can get started if you'd like, I promise to behave myself," I saw her wink at me through the mirror after she spoke. I just watched her attentively as she continued to apply the make-up.
Somehow, staring doesn't seem like enough. I wonder if she has any idea how distracting she is.
"Don't look at me like that," She mumbled under her breath as if she was suddenly embarrassed, and I could see her blushing though the reflection. "I hate you seeing me like this."
Like what?
A fuckable sex goddess?
"Q, I just spent the entire morning making love to you. I'm pretty sure I can see you like this."
You can't be serious.
"That was in the dark. I look disgusting," Her hands fumbled nervously and she dropped her concealer into the sink after she spoke. She looked up at herself in the mirror as if she didn't like what she saw, she looked insecure.
I furrowed my brows at her from behind. Okay, that has to be the most ridiculous thing I've heard in a very long time, and I live with Rachel and Kurt. Is she blind; is she deaf? Hello, Quinn Helen Keller Fabray? I may be biased, but I think she's the most beautiful creature that I have ever laid my eyes on. I always thought she was so confident in her appearance…
I started walking towards her, light on my feet, as I watched her internally criticizing herself distractedly. She didn't even notice me come up behind her as she peered into her own doe eyed reflection.
"I mean," She looked down at her abs and ran the back of her hand along her lower back, rubbing her forefinger over a thin indented line that ran alongside her spine. "There's the scar from my accident," She stated before trailing her hand over to her lower stomach. "Then, there are the child-birth stretch marks that never completely went away," She berated and let out an audible puff of air. "And now, I'm covered in bruises, because I couldn't hold my liquor."
Alright, first of all, that is so not your fucking fault.
Actually none of it is, not really.
The one thing those marks all have in common is that they were all caused by someone who took advantage of you while you were in a vulnerable state.
Sure, you shouldn't have been texting while driving, but that dick blew a stop sign. You shouldn't have cheated on Finn, but Puck got you drunk and took advantage of you; you didn't have to carry his baby, but you did the right thing. You shouldn't have had that much to drink last Saturday, but that's no excuse for any man to ever lay his hands on you.
Those are your battle scars, hell, you're practically Wonder Woman.
Second …I had no idea that stuff bothered you so much.
Thank you again for letting me in past those towering castle walls.
"Santana!" She gasped in surprise as I brushed my body up against hers from behind, before slowly and gently bending her forward over the sink. "Wh-what are you doing?" She asked with a shaky voice as she latched onto the sides of the porcelain.
I didn't answer her; I wouldn't do that, not yet anyways.
I scratched my nails lightly against her upper back and over her bra before I glided my right palm along her side, over her bruise, until it was resting firmly at her hip. I leaned forward over her back and moved her silky blonde hair to the side with my left hand before I kissed the nape of her neck, just below the hair-line; my raven locks falling around my face and sweeping against her skin in the process. Fuck did she smell good.
"So not fair," Quinn sighed in defeat and swallowed hard. Her body language said that she was relishing in this, and signaled for me to continue. I could feel her throat contract as I slid my hand around to the front of her neck, and I could feel her pulse quickening.
"Close your eyes," I whispered against the outer curve of her right ear.
I leisurely slid my hand down from her neck, over her bra, and in between her breasts before intimately gliding down to her abs, and finally stopping at her lower stomach; my hand resting just above the lace trim of her panties. Her skin felt so deliciously soft and hot, nearly searing my hand at its touch. I felt her muscles contracting underneath my hand.
"I'm overriding these."
"Oh, my… God." Quinn rasped under her breath, her voice hitched in her throat as the words escaped and a quiet sigh took over.
I had begun moving south from her neck with my lips, trailing with the tip of my tongue and occasionally flicking her, until I reached her lower back. I found that uneven dip in her skin next to her spine with my tongue and licked the entire length of it. I began affectionately kissing it as if I were kissing Quinn's lips, taking my time and delicately adorning every detail of her gorgeous scar.
"This one is mine," I hummed against her skin loud enough for her to hear me.
My lips retreated until they were now centered over the cloud shaped bruise just below her ribs.
"This one is mine," I blew over it before ghosting it with my parted lips; my lips close enough for her to feel their presence and my breath, without ever actually touching her. I felt her back arch and tense up as I continued, deliberately taking my time. I licked my lips and lightly grazed the entirety of the mark, circling around several times as I felt my heart begin to thump heavily in my chest. I heard my name escape from her just barely audibly as I continued.
Fuck, I'm so hopelessly in love with you.
I tapped my fingers over the barely there marks on her stomach as if I were playing the sensitive keys of a piano. They were tiny and few, but they bothered her, and I wanted to make them mine. I loved her, and I loved her flaws; I wanted her to know that, to feel that. I was a total fucking bitch and used to make fun of her for these scars relentlessly. I didn't want her to remember that Santana; the Santana that disconnected herself from the girl and did anything within her power to bring her down. I know it's in the past, but I want her to remember this. Sometimes I forget how painful her past actually was for her and any way I had a part in that, even simply by not being there for her when I should have been. From now on, I want her to always know how much I love her for everything that she is; past, present, and future.
"These are mine," I pulled myself back up and sucked on her shoulder passionately, intentionally leaving a large mark while I circled my fingers over there current location, purposefully running my fingertips through the vague discolored lines. I knew my words wouldn't qualm her insecurities, so I spoke with my body. With every breath, kiss, and touch, I told her how perfect she is. How perfect her flaws are, and how they aren't flaws at all; they only accentuate her beauty.
"You will always be flawless to me, Quinn. No scar, no matter how deep or internally damaging, can ever dictate my love for you," I breathed softly against her delicious skin. "I want you. All of you. Every imperfection, and even the darkest parts of you that you keep hidden from the rest of the world, belong to me; and in return, I give you everything that I am... I belong to you, Q."
"Please look at me," Her voice trembled just above a whisper as she attempted to push herself back into me; tilting her head towards me as she did so.
She was incessantly blinking; as if she were fighting back tears hidden behind those hazy rapturous eyes. She grinned at me and inaudibly giggled before licking her lips and giving me a silent and serious look, a romantic look. A long look that people write novels about but can never seem to find the words to accurately describe how smitten and intense it actually is. She spoke to me through her silent gaze, cherishing me with every fleeting moment. Her words saying she loved me, saying she loved me as much as I loved her; the sound of silence and its indulgent confessions. Her eyes conveyed all the love and adoration my heart yearned for.
My heart began racing up against her body and I felt weak; falling victim to her beauty; her internal beauty that was violently ripping at my heartstrings the longer I looked into her soul, and it looked back. All I could hear was the sound of my heart pounding furiously in my chest and the hot water running in the sink, which was creating a steam in the air around us and was beginning to fog up the mirror despite the fan.
As if it weren't possible for me to love you any more than I already do.
"Eres hermosa mi amor," I pulled myself evenly behind her back again after I spoke. "The most beautiful thing I have ever seen." I murmured against her shoulder blade before placing numerous soft and delicate kisses along the protruding bone. I felt her body begin lifting and dropping considerably as her breath became exceedingly heavy.
"Need you," She whimpered almost painfully before she abruptly dropped her hand off the porcelain, making a loud slapping sound as she grasped my hand that was still resting just above her underwear. "So badly that it hurts."
Holy shit.
"Fuck, Quinn-" I moaned fervidly as she literally forced my hand down underneath the material; guided by her own. She slid my fingers through her already soaked folds and began rubbing furiously against her clit, manipulating my fingers to please herself in her own needy motions.
So, so hot.
I began instinctively applying my own pressure from the erotic rush it gave me from just touching her hot wetness. She spread her legs further apart in front of me as I leaned over her; as if she was begging for more. She moaned very loudly; inadvertently making me just as wet as she was. I gently sucked and nibbled on the skin in between her shoulder blades and glided my right hand down from her hip and around to her inner thigh. I grazed the hem of her underwear before I slid two fingers underneath the material and teased at her entrance. Circling and dipping my fingers in to the first joint before pulling out and circling again several times.
Quinn groaned carnally, sounding almost needy before she suddenly dropped herself down onto my hand, forcefully. Her dripping walls enraptured the entirety of my teasing fingers and she began fucking herself on them before I even had the chance to start thrusting in and out.
Oh. My. God.
That is so fucking hot.
"Ay dios mio!" I groaned roughly into the hot creamy skin on the top of her left shoulder before biting down on the vanilla and lavender scented skin. I could literally feel the lack of restraint from her consuming and pulsating arousal; no wonder she needed me so badly. In that moment I wanted to turn her around and lift her up onto the counter so that I could taste her; ravish her. ...I suppose I want to do a little more than just taste her with my tongue, but fuck she's so gone right now; I wouldn't dare break this contact. She said she needed me, and she meant it.
Maybe later...
"Mmmm, SO fucking good!" Quinn screamed out as she slammed herself down even harder onto my fingers, speeding up her rhythm and deepening the thrusts. I felt her thighs begin to quiver around my wrist and I began meeting her with my own force as I continuously rubbed at her clit with my other hand; her hand now stilled over mine, as if she was craving the simple touch as I massaged her closer to her orgasm. She focused all of her energy into fucking herself against me and I lost complete track of time.
"Oh… fuck! Harder Santana!"
"Fuck me harder!" She panted feverishly under her aching breath before I fulfilled her command.
"So c-close, gonna co-Mmmm-" She moaned softly. "I've n-never needed anyone the way I need y-you."
"Jesus Quinn, you're so tight… so wet. So beautiful," I husked my voice seductively and whispered into her ear, feeling ridiculously turned on at this point; I wanted her to come around my fingers and lose all control for me, for her to let go and make the ultimate surrender. I could feel her walls begin to flutter around my fingers and she began twitching over the sink underneath by embrace, her legs shaking as she slammed down harder than ever, my fingers matching her agile movements and contorting in a repetitive motion.
What the fuck was that?
I heard what sounded like someone wandering around the apartment. Shit, did I even lock the door?!
Please tell me Rachel is not up now.
I swear that girl has the best timing…
"Don't you dare fucking stop," Quinn cried out in a scratchy and desperate voice, begging me to finish her.
She must have heard the same thing I did. This is Quinn, I couldn't not finish her; I love her too much to give a shit that someone could possibly walk in on us right now. Making love to her triumphs all logic and everything outside the blissful moment. Plus, hearing her swear like that is blowing - my - mind; so damn sexy.
"I'll never stop loving you," I expressed sincerely as I leaned my head across her shoulder to her jaw before she turned to meet me in a smoldering and lustful kiss; it created a tight knot in the bottom of my stomach and caused my heart to ache with my overflowing love for her. With that, I felt her lose all control underneath my hands as her orgasm hit her unmercifully. She loosely sucked on my bottom lip and released a heavy elongated moan as her entire body trembled against mine; her walls clenching my fingers deep inside her. She rode out the high and I attempted to stroke through her orgasm as I felt the tension in her body begin to release. She practically fell back into me with her weight as I continued to massage her gently with both of my hands.
"P-promise?" She breathed languidly against my panting open mouth as she removed her left hand from the sink and cupped my jaw. She looked at me with those gorgeous, now darkened hazel eyes, hanging on my every word, my every touch, and my every adoring kiss.
"With all of my heart and soul mi amor."
Just then, there was a consistent knock on the bathroom door. Quinn sighed in frustration and gave me a quick kiss before she turned out from in front of me; pulling me off of her and out from her before she did so.
She immediately found her dress and continued getting ready in a speedy fashion, as if she was going to be late for something.
"Hello?" I heard Rachel's voice faintly from behind the bathroom door. Quinn placed her index finger over her pursed lips and motioned for me to remain silent after she finished putting on her dress and began walking towards the door.
I hate you Rachel.
"Be out in a minute Rach," She leaned her back against the door with her arms and spoke to the brunette before smiling and giggling at me, looking so unbelievably happy despite the absurdity of the situation.
"Hey you; zip up the back of my dress?" She whispered sweetly and looked at me hopefully. I nodded and winked at her before I did just that and began playing with the back of her hair after I finished securing the zipper. I didn't want to let her leave the room, even though I knew she had to. If she didn't, Rachel might begin to suspect something; if she didn't already. She's a bit of an air head, but the girl isn't stupid. I just hope she hasn't heard the uninhibited symphony of sex sounds that we've performed almost nonstop throughout the morning… That would be just fucking great.
"Santana," Quinn drawled out my name in a questioning tone as I continued to run my fingers through her golden locks.
"Hmmm?"
This is seriously the best fucking hair ever.
"Um, will you do me a favor?" She spoke hesitantly and tilted her head down to her feet before she turned on her heel from me and reached a hand for the door-knob, missing the knob entirely on her first attempt as she looked at me apprehensively.
"Anything…" I responded breathlessly, the word falling from my swollen and aroused lips without a second thought.
"Will you," She bit down on the corner of her bottom lip anxiously and looked at me shyly through her lashes. She sounded unsure of herself. "Uhh…"
"Be my …my, girlfriend?" She let out a deep exhale after she spoke, quirked a brow, and smirked nervously. She looked as though she was shocked those words actually escaped her own lips. The combination of uncertainty and confidence in her daring question made her all the more beautiful.
But fuck…
I was so not expecting, that.
Did she seriously just ask me that?
Not that I care that we haven't even been on as much as an official date yet.
If anyone found out about this they would probably think we're fucking crazy.
I will happily recklessly abandon my sanity for you.
My answer is yes, yes, a thousand times yes.
"I love you Quinn; hell yes I'll be your girlfriend."
There fell out those three words again; those were words that had only ever been reserved for one person before her, my first girlfriend. I never imagined I'd ever use them on anyone else, or that I would ever want to. It never crossed my mind and it didn't seem fathomable. While Quinn has been mourning the death of something she always thought she wanted and needed for her life, so have I. I thought that I would be spending the rest of my life with another blonde. I know that a part of me will always love her; she'll always be my first love, that's something no one will ever be able to take away from us. I just feel like my love for her isn't the same type it once was anymore. It's been several months since we broke up and I'd like to think I'm not bitter. I once thought she was my everything, but maybe she really was never meant to be the love of my life. It seems juvenile and foolish to think I could find that person at such a young age. Now, I feel like that person could be Quinn. Hell, I feel like it is Quinn. That's frightening, because it wasn't that long ago that I thought it was Brittany, and that didn't exactly work out the way I had dreamt it always would. And now, I can't imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone but Quinn.
Quinn once told me that she just wanted someone to love her …well, here I am. I never thought for a second that it would be me, and I doubt that she did either. But I want this; I want this more than I've ever wanted anything else in my life. I want this to work, for us to work. It might be reckless, and we haven't even talked about us yet, but I don't care. I fucking mean those words when I say them to her, and right now that's all that matters.
And so she jumped off the edge of the moon, once again, and began tumbling down towards the earth; towards Quinn.
I watched her stand in thought for a long moment before she nodded and grinned through her blushing cheeks; twisting the knob and pulling the door open. The way she looks right now reminds me of when she first told the Glee club that she got into Yale. She looks like her heart is just about to burst at the idea of a beautiful and bright future with new possibilities. I still remember how happy she seemed that day. I even remember the white dress she was wearing with a black jacket, and she had a black headband on. Now that I'm thinking about it, I noticed her a lot more than I realized I did back then; that probably should have been some kind of sign or something…
"So much for not doing it in the bathroom," She mumbled lowly and eyed me playfully. She winked from behind the edge of the door before she disappeared and pulled it shut behind her.
Now, it's time for me to go take a very cold shower.
"Just trust me, you're going to want to buy a new dress," I heard Kurt speaking as I walked out from the bathroom.
"Santana," He turned around from Rachel and Quinn who were having breakfast at the table. "I need to speak with you in private for a moment."
What the hell about?
He walked towards me and hooked his arm around mine before I could even protest, dragging me off to his bedroom. I whipped my head over my shoulder and looked at Quinn with a questioning expression; she looked bemused and just shrugged at me before taking a sip from her blue mug. Apparently this is some kind of rogue ambush…
After we entered his room he sat down on his bed and pulled out his ipad as I looked down at him with my best what the fuck face.
"Alright, everything is all taken care of for tonight," He sounded thrilled.
Oops, almost forgot about that...
In my defense, one Quinn Fabray is very, very distracting.
"What's the plan, Lady Lips?" I crossed my arms as I stood poised in front of him, waiting for a response.
"Guess who managed to get some super inexpensive tickets to Rock of Ages tonight," Kurt looked up at me from his ipad with a quirky smile. "I know, I know, I'm amazing. No need to thank me. So the four of us are going to see that and then go out to dinner, and then…"
"Go to your favorite gay bar in Greenwich Village and watch you sing It's Raining Men to your adoring fans?" I jested before chuckling at him.
"No, but you're close. We're going to Callback's after dinner and Finn is going to surprise Rachel by performing a song on stage," He responded as he continued tapping away on his screen; what looked like him typing out an email.
"Of course he is," I rolled my eyes at what seemed like a trivial choice for Finn. "That show is fucking awesome by the way… So, what exactly do you need me to do with the Midget?"
"Nothing, she's going shopping with Quinn this afternoon and we'll leave after they return," He smiled and shrugged at me as he set down his ipad before getting up from the bed and standing in front of me.
Bitch be stealing my girl…
"So, why the hell did you drag me in here if I'm my awesomeness skills clearly aren't required for anything?" I gritted my teeth and tapped my foot impatiently.
"I wanted to ask you how everything went with you and Quinn last night," He crossed his arms similar to mine and gave me his overly confident and concerned smirk. "I heard the two of you… slept together?"
You could say that.
I nodded and looked down at the floor in front of me, trying to disguise the uncontrollable grin and blush I'm sure Kurt would be able to read. He had brought up the subject of Quinn more than once during the week, and I tried my best to camouflage my reaction through his persistent nagging of the subject. However, I'm finding it excessively difficult to hide my feelings now that she's in the apartment, and considering everything that's happened between us in what hasn't even been twenty-four hours yet.
"Is everything okay between the two of you? I mean, you know, considering what happened and what you did to her joke of an ex-boyfriend," He pried even further and gave me a look that said he wasn't stopping until he got an answer, preferably the truth.
"Everything is great, Kurt. I appreciate your concern, but we're fine, really," I spoke calmly and evenly and tried to dodge the subject as best I could. But his arrogant expression gave me the feeling that he wasn't having any of it.
"Yes, I am very aware of that," He deadpanned and looked at me with a stony and bullheaded glare.
Say what now?
"Look, I'm going to be blunt here, because frankly, you seem like you need a serious intervention," He shifted his weight onto his left hip and gave me a knowing smirk before continuing. "I've had feelings for one of my heterosexual friends before, and it's not going to happen… so don't be disappointed if your feelings aren't reciprocated."
Whoa…
Is he going where I think he's going with this?
"What the hell are you even talking about?" I rolled my eyes and chuckled with hostility before shaking my head in attempt to play this cool; as if I have no idea what he's getting at.
Clearly I do.
"Oh please, Santana. Give me some credit for crying out loud, if there's one thing that you and I have in common, it's our fabulous gaydar… and you have definitely been crushing on our latest house guest, A.K.A., Miss Fabray," He raised his brows at me in accusation as his glare intensified. "And as uncomfortable as that outlandish theory makes me, you have already been trampled underneath the heels of one cheerio; I'd hate to see you get hurt again. Going down that linear road is just asking for trouble."
"Kurt, I-"
"-Why don't you just ask that Jess girl out? I think the two of you would make an adorable couple... I just hope you haven't invested too much into any ideas of you and Quinn; there's no way that's happening. You of all people should know that you need to stick to doors that swing in your direction." Kurt exhaled heavily after he finished his best attempt at being a good friend. He was now giving me a questioning look.
It was all I could do to control the amusing snickering that turned into flat out laughter. The entire situation was just so ridiculous. I wasn't even sure if telling him the truth would be the greatest idea; he might go into shock over the news. Surely I understand where he's coming from, because I haven't exactly been subtle about my negative emotions regarding Quinn lately. Kurt is very perceptive and if anyone could read my romantic inclinations, it would certainly be him. However, he hasn't a clue as to our hooking up on Valentine's Day and everything that has transpired between us since she arrived in New York last night. Truthfully, I'd love to share how happy I am right now, but that news might be a bit overwhelming. Hell, I'm still in shock myself. We haven't even really talked about anything, yet we can't keep our hands off each other. It's fucking bat-shit crazy, but it's also the best thing I've ever done.
"Thank you Dr. Phil, but I can handle it. So minds ye own bizness," I flicked his shoulder with my right hand playfully before snapping my fingers in front of his face with wide eyes. I proceeded to walk past him and out of his room as he continued to stand there with his arms crossed and a lost expression.
"Santana, come sit with us!" Rachel turned in her seat, beckoning for me to join her and Quinn at the table.
Quinn looked up with anticipation when she heard my name and instantaneously leered at my entire body, absent-mindedly and completely disregarding the fact that Rachel was sitting directly across from her. Maybe she just doesn't care? We really do need to set some ground rules and figure out how we're going to handle being together in front of other people. Now I have to look down at the floor because those gorgeous hazel eyes are making me lose my fucking mind right now. How is that all she has to do is look at me like that and I become complete and instant Jell-O? Santana Lopez does not fucking lose it that easily. Bitch is my kryptonite…
"Morning Rach," I smiled at the brunette as I sat next to her so that both girls were sitting adjacent to me; trying to avoid making eye contact with the magnetic blonde to my left.
"How was your night? Did you sleep well?" She smiled gleefully as she waited for a reply; seeming like her usual energetic self. I noticed Quinn wink at me over her coffee as Rachel's head was turned towards me.
Let's see… Quinn and I kissed, cuddled, slept together, and then fucked the entire morning all while making declarations of love. Oh, and by the way, as of about an hour ago, we're dating. How was your night?
Sure, that would be the perfect thing to say.
That wouldn't make her uncomfortable at all…
I swallowed hard at the lustful thoughts and heated feeling I was getting from sitting so close to the very source of my weakness. I could practically feel her fucking me with her eyes through my peripheral vision. "G-good... Never better. Quinn makes an amazing substitute for those ridiculous pillows Kurt made us."
After I finished my statement I felt Quinn begin rubbing the top of her foot over the sensitive skin of my calf underneath the table. I flinched in my seat at the unexpected touch and turned to look at her in surprise, but she was just looking across to Rachel and smiling innocently while she waited for the girl to respond.
Oh, you are so getting it later.
"I'm kind of jealous now… I sort of miss having someone next to me some nights. Sometimes I wish I had Brody back, not because I miss him, but I guess I miss having someone. I miss Finn, but I haven't heard from him in quite some time. I wonder if he's moved on with his life. I suppose it would only be proper for me to do the same," She sounded somewhat depressed after what started out as a joke turned into a serious thought. She was now doing that thing where she smiles through her pain, and you could see the hurt in her glinting eyes even though she was trying to cover it up.
Poor girl.
Everyone always thought Rachel was such a selfish girl, but after getting to know her, I could tell you that she is one of the most selfless people that I know. She can be little miss bossy-pants as Mercedes used to call her, but she only ever looks out for everyone else. I hate seeing her like this. Sure she's been her usual Happy from the Seven Dwarfs self, but I've caught her sulking around the house and in some dark moments. She's independent, strong, and she's been doing amazing things for herself lately, but I can tell that she wishes she had someone to share all of those things with. I'm also positive that she never told Finn about the pregnancy scare.
"Rach, I of all people can tell you that you do not need a man in your life to make you happy," Quinn chimed in and spoke sincerely as she continued massaging the back of my leg nonchalantly.
…She forgot to mention that instead what you need is a spicy latin lover.
"Okay, I'm going to pretend that I didn't just hear you mention Plastic Man's name. Those pillows have to be way better than that Magic Mike Ken doll. And give Finn a break; he's had a lot going on. Maybe he just needed some time to figure things out on his own. He still might come around if you'd give him half a chance," I responded casually as Rachel's glance shifted between me and Quinn; seemingly being outnumbered here.
"I cannot believe what I just heard," Rachel began giggling at me before she pointed to me and pulled her hand back. "Santana Lopez, is defending Finn in my honor."
Believe me it's still new to me too.
"Stranger things have happened…" Quinn mumbled under breath next to me and I turned to see those hazel eyes focused on me, she was clearly thinking out loud as my confused look broke her daze and she looked back at Rachel and smirked as if she didn't just get caught like that. So fucking adorable. She finally pulled her leg back from mine under the table, and I'm already missing her touch…
"I'm just tellin' it like it is," I shrugged and crossed my legs before reaching my hand out to Rachel's shoulder. "But if I were you, I would follow Kurt's advice and buy that new dress today." I winked at her after I finished speaking.
"Oh that's right!" She slid back her seat and stood up diligently, a sudden sense of urgency about her. "If you'll excuse me I need to go shower and do my rejuvenation ritual. We need to leave within the hour if we're going to have time to go shopping before the show!" She spoke addressing Quinn and turned to look at me as she began striding off towards her room.
"I hope you don't mind if I steal Quinn away for a few hours, I'd really like to get some time alone with her before she leaves us tomorrow," Rachel speaks to me with a frown, although I'm sure she'd get her way regardless and I nod to her in reply and wave my hand for her to go get ready. Quinn is her best friend after all. Of course I don't mind. Although, mother of fuck…
How did it just until now slip my mind that Quinn is leaving tomorrow!?
This is just what I need, another long distance relationship.
I mean it crossed my mind, but the reality of how that could affect us just crossed my mind. This is too soon; she can't leave this soon, not when we're just getting started. Shit, is she going home for the summer!? That's even further away than New Haven…
"Quinn, we need to talk," I whip my head back over to her and the words fly off the tip of my tongue. I feel as though my chest has been compressed and there is suddenly a lack of oxygen in the room.
Quinn turns her head and gives the entire apartment a once over before she leans across the table and cups my cheeks, placing a bombshell kiss to my lips. She tastes like perfection as usual. She pulls away and looks me in the eyes for a moment as she licks her lips and sits back down fully in her seat. She definitely noticed the sudden shift in my mood and the distress in my expression. I'd be lying if I didn't say that helped a little...
"I know," She speaks softly as she nods and takes hold of my hand underneath the table. And she does, she looks like she knows exactly what I'm thinking right now, somehow. "But can we just hold off until tonight? I have a surprise for you. There's something I have to tell you and I want it to be somewhat special when I do."
"Q, you're leaving tomorrow, we need to talk about this now-"
"-It can wait, this is really important for me, okay? I promise that you won't be disappointed. You've already promised me so much, and you have my complete trust. So just let me do this for you and trust me when I say that this can wait a few hours," She spoke in a soothing tone and it set my soul on fire. It didn't help that she scooted her chair next to mine and began running her fingers through my hair. She smiled at me tenderly hoping that I would concede to her request. I can tell that she wants so badly to comfort me and have her way at the same time.
"Please," She whispered and leaned in, placing a reassuring kiss to my cheek before pouting; clearly something she learned from Rachel.
Ugh, fine.
But we are seriously talking about this later; I can't handle being away from you for that long. We need to figure something out, there has to be a way to make this work. If there isn't, I'll fucking make one.
"You win," I roll my eyes and giggle before I turn and give her a full chaste kiss, making it quick in case Rachel or Kurt decide to pop out. Those words tasted like poison; I am so not used to submitting to anyone. "But since you have a surprise for me, you have to let me surprise you with a song tonight, deal?"
"Deal," She immediately smiles after her response and slides her chair back. She's clearly satisfied with herself; I can't exactly blame her, I mean, look at me. She bobs her head up and and I follow her gaze only to notice that Kurt has left his room.