fic : First Crush
Title: First Crush
Author: awkwardllama
Rating: PG-13
Length: 839
Pairing: Quinn/Santana
Summary: Response to the prompt first crush at Glee Slash's Birthday Prompt Battle.
They met in Kindergarten. Santana’s mama had dragged her into a crowded classroom. Santana saw her through the crowd of children and parents. A little blonde girl who looked everything like the angel she wasn’t destined to be. She was standing alone bathed in a ray of sunlight that was shining through a nearby window.
Love at first sight? Hell no! But years later this image of Quinn Fabray was still seared in Santana’s brain. She could still remember the way her young heart beat faster at the sight.
Santana released her mama’s hand and skipped over to her ray of sunshine. “Hi. I’m Santana.” She stuck her hand out like her papa did when he met people. The blonde stared at her hand until she awkwardly put it down. “And you are?”
“Quinn. Quinn Fabray.” Her voice was quiet and demure. Her eyes flickered toward the front of the room where her parents were standing before she looked down at the floor by her feet. Her tipsy mother watched on as her father flirted with her teacher.
As her eyes blurred with tears, Quinn felt a soft hand touch her cheek. She looked into dark, caring eyes. Santana grasped her hand and pulled Quinn towards a table that was littered with crayons.
As they walked, Quinn kept her eyes on their intertwined fingers. She’d never felt so safe.
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Ten years later
“Lopez! Truth or dare?”
Santana rolled her eyes and took a swig of her beer. “Uhh… Truth?”
Puck frowned. “God you’re a pussy. Fine. Who was your first crush?”
Santana scoffed. “You call me a pussy and you ask a question like that?”
All the people gathered around burst out laughing. Puck growled, “Just answer the damn question.”
Santana’s eyes roamed the room, looking for an escape. Nothing. The entire Glee Club was staring at her with rapt attention. For once she wished Berry would make a speech on the impact Liza Minnelli had on musical theatre. “Umm… Matt.”
Their heads collectively swiveled towards Matt. He blushed, his cheeks turning a dark red. Quinn spoke up, “Matt didn’t transfer into our school district until high school. It couldn’t have been him. Come on San. Who was it? Don’t be shy.” She reached forward, trying to pinch one of Santana’s cheeks.
Santana backed away, batting Quinn’s hands away. “God Quinn. You’re hammered.”
Rachel piped up, “Stop trying to avoid the question Santana. We want answers!” She was just as drunk as Quinn.
“Fine! It was…” Her voice trailed off into a low, indecipherable whisper.
“Who?” Finn asked loudly.
Santana sighed in resignation. “Quinn okay? It was Quinn.” The entire room went completely silent. Their eyes darted from Quinn to Santana and back again. Then in a moment of complete unison all the boys, except for Kurt, shot up and ran for the bathroom.
“Oh my Streisand! I knew it! You were always staring at her!” Rachel’s head tilted and a confused frown covered her face. “You’re still always staring at her. Huh. That means something but I’m too drunk to figure out what.”
Quinn could. She wasn’t as drunk as she looked. She watched as an embarrassed and panicking Santana jumped up, muttered something about having to get home, and shot out the door. Quinn followed.
“Santana! Wait!” Santana already had her phone out and was ready to call and beg her brother to pick her up. She turned and faced Quinn with a sigh. “Hey where are you going?”
“Home. This party’s getting… weird.” She scratched the back of her head.
Quinn shoved her hands into her pockets. “Come on. It’s fun. Stay, please?” She looked up at Santana and God those eyes.
Santana sighed in resignation. She never could say no to Quinn. “Okay. But only if we forget about what just happened in there. I don’t want it to get awkward.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
Santana’s forehead wrinkled in confusion. “Don’t want to what? Be awkward? Duh.”
Quinn smiled softly. “No silly. I don’t want to forget.” She stepped closer and pulled Santana’s arms around her waist before wrapped her arms around Santana’s neck. She pressed their foreheads together. She could feel Santana’s light panting against her lips.
“Quinn… You’re drunk. I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.” Santana tried pulling away but Quinn’s surprisingly strong arms held her in place.
Quinn smiled. “I’m not that drunk.” She brushed a strand of Santana’s hair off her face. “I always feel so safe with you. I trust that you won’t let me do anything stupid.” She leaned in even closer and Santana watched her eyes flutter closed.
Suddenly, the front door burst open and Puck poked his head out. “What are you two-?” He froze seeing them. His eyes bulged and he ran back inside.
Quinn laughed softly before stepping out of the circle of Santana’s arms. “Come on. Let’s go back inside before Puck’s head explodes.”
As they walked, Santana kept her eyes on their intertwined fingers. She’d never felt so hopeful.
Author: awkwardllama
Rating: PG-13
Length: 839
Pairing: Quinn/Santana
Summary: Response to the prompt first crush at Glee Slash's Birthday Prompt Battle.
They met in Kindergarten. Santana’s mama had dragged her into a crowded classroom. Santana saw her through the crowd of children and parents. A little blonde girl who looked everything like the angel she wasn’t destined to be. She was standing alone bathed in a ray of sunlight that was shining through a nearby window.
Love at first sight? Hell no! But years later this image of Quinn Fabray was still seared in Santana’s brain. She could still remember the way her young heart beat faster at the sight.
Santana released her mama’s hand and skipped over to her ray of sunshine. “Hi. I’m Santana.” She stuck her hand out like her papa did when he met people. The blonde stared at her hand until she awkwardly put it down. “And you are?”
“Quinn. Quinn Fabray.” Her voice was quiet and demure. Her eyes flickered toward the front of the room where her parents were standing before she looked down at the floor by her feet. Her tipsy mother watched on as her father flirted with her teacher.
As her eyes blurred with tears, Quinn felt a soft hand touch her cheek. She looked into dark, caring eyes. Santana grasped her hand and pulled Quinn towards a table that was littered with crayons.
As they walked, Quinn kept her eyes on their intertwined fingers. She’d never felt so safe.
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Ten years later
“Lopez! Truth or dare?”
Santana rolled her eyes and took a swig of her beer. “Uhh… Truth?”
Puck frowned. “God you’re a pussy. Fine. Who was your first crush?”
Santana scoffed. “You call me a pussy and you ask a question like that?”
All the people gathered around burst out laughing. Puck growled, “Just answer the damn question.”
Santana’s eyes roamed the room, looking for an escape. Nothing. The entire Glee Club was staring at her with rapt attention. For once she wished Berry would make a speech on the impact Liza Minnelli had on musical theatre. “Umm… Matt.”
Their heads collectively swiveled towards Matt. He blushed, his cheeks turning a dark red. Quinn spoke up, “Matt didn’t transfer into our school district until high school. It couldn’t have been him. Come on San. Who was it? Don’t be shy.” She reached forward, trying to pinch one of Santana’s cheeks.
Santana backed away, batting Quinn’s hands away. “God Quinn. You’re hammered.”
Rachel piped up, “Stop trying to avoid the question Santana. We want answers!” She was just as drunk as Quinn.
“Fine! It was…” Her voice trailed off into a low, indecipherable whisper.
“Who?” Finn asked loudly.
Santana sighed in resignation. “Quinn okay? It was Quinn.” The entire room went completely silent. Their eyes darted from Quinn to Santana and back again. Then in a moment of complete unison all the boys, except for Kurt, shot up and ran for the bathroom.
“Oh my Streisand! I knew it! You were always staring at her!” Rachel’s head tilted and a confused frown covered her face. “You’re still always staring at her. Huh. That means something but I’m too drunk to figure out what.”
Quinn could. She wasn’t as drunk as she looked. She watched as an embarrassed and panicking Santana jumped up, muttered something about having to get home, and shot out the door. Quinn followed.
“Santana! Wait!” Santana already had her phone out and was ready to call and beg her brother to pick her up. She turned and faced Quinn with a sigh. “Hey where are you going?”
“Home. This party’s getting… weird.” She scratched the back of her head.
Quinn shoved her hands into her pockets. “Come on. It’s fun. Stay, please?” She looked up at Santana and God those eyes.
Santana sighed in resignation. She never could say no to Quinn. “Okay. But only if we forget about what just happened in there. I don’t want it to get awkward.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
Santana’s forehead wrinkled in confusion. “Don’t want to what? Be awkward? Duh.”
Quinn smiled softly. “No silly. I don’t want to forget.” She stepped closer and pulled Santana’s arms around her waist before wrapped her arms around Santana’s neck. She pressed their foreheads together. She could feel Santana’s light panting against her lips.
“Quinn… You’re drunk. I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.” Santana tried pulling away but Quinn’s surprisingly strong arms held her in place.
Quinn smiled. “I’m not that drunk.” She brushed a strand of Santana’s hair off her face. “I always feel so safe with you. I trust that you won’t let me do anything stupid.” She leaned in even closer and Santana watched her eyes flutter closed.
Suddenly, the front door burst open and Puck poked his head out. “What are you two-?” He froze seeing them. His eyes bulged and he ran back inside.
Quinn laughed softly before stepping out of the circle of Santana’s arms. “Come on. Let’s go back inside before Puck’s head explodes.”
As they walked, Santana kept her eyes on their intertwined fingers. She’d never felt so hopeful.