My Ordinary World
Quinn is awoken from the awful racket of power drills, saws, and hammers. She stumbles out of bed, checking on her mother before she heads out the door. The nose becomes clearer as she makes her way to the barn.
Parked in front of the barn she can see a blue truck and a pile of freshly cut boards of wood beside the barn. The hammering continues on the other side of the barn. Quinn sharply turns the corner and sees a young muscular tan skin male with short brown hair.
He noticed Quinn and quickly shut off the power saw from the table. He wiped a trail of sweat from his forehead with his arm and walked over.
“Hi, Quinn, right?” He introduced. “I'm Jake. Ms. Lopez sent me and Finn to fix up the barn.”
Romping from behind her, Quinn turned around to see a tall pale-skinned man with a pile of ruined wood in his hands. He picked up the added presence beside him and turned around to bashfully wave and show off a goofy smile in return.
“Good morning Ms. Fabray.” He chimed. “Name's Finn. I'm sorry. Did we wake you?”
“No, you're fine.” Quinn lied. “The remodeling has to be done. Is Santana here?”
“No, she just called us and demanded we be here by morning.” Finn answered.
The frown that came across Quinn's face was mistaken by Finn that he had upset her for being so noisy.
“I-I'll keep it down!” Finn muttered. “I'm really sorry about that.”
Seeing that his tense behavior was becoming awkward with everyone, Finn quickly walked away to drop the rotted wood in the back of the truck. Quinn turned back to Jake, who had a much more poised and intelligent nature.
“It's not going to happen.” Jake admitted. “These are power tools.”
Quinn smiled. “Oh I know, I just wonder if he knows.”
Jake laughed. “Finn's a bit dopey, but he gets things done and he's strong enough to get the heavier loads and taller for the high jobs.” Jake explained. “We'll be done in a few hours.”
“I'll leave you to your work.” Quinn announced, walking away.
She had to admit, she was upset to not see Santana again. Quinn found herself thinking about her more after she agreed to go on a date. Santana however had not bothered to get her number or inform Quinn when they would be going on this date. It was strange. Quinn had been used to people fawning over her, but Santana had been so coy and collective. That was until Brittany showed up.
But the way Santana carried herself was of a high status, but it was not as annoying as Biff. Quinn made it back to the house and checked on her mother a second time. It was her day off today. She would need to spend most of it running errands then its back to work tomorrow.
***
Quinn finished the last of her errands and was still disappointed to not hear from Santana again. It was making her edgy. It's been a long time since she's been on a date. This was the first time she's ever looked forward to one.
The uneasiness got the best of her and Quinn showered, put on a fresh change of clothes and headed to the town bar. It was the last place she wanted to be on her day off, but she became antsier to see Santana again. While the chance was low, Quinn was willing to stop by in hopes of seeing Santana again.
When she got into the bar it was not as lively or packed as last night. It was back to its usual size, which was a lack of people, especially younger people. Rachel and Puck weren't anywhere in sight. But what bothered Quinn the most was the lack of Santana's presence.
Disappointed, Quinn made her way to the bar and ordered three shots. She knocked them back quickly one after the other, then took a fourth one on her way out. She didn't feel the rush of the alcohol until she started walking down the street, when it hit her head and caused her legs to wobble.
A warm and comforting buzz filled her body, followed by the swirl of a drowsy like haze in her head. She was conscious enough to see that the feeling of being watched was gone too.
Quinn managed to stumble on the ranch, but didn't want her mother to see her in this state and made a dash for the barn. It took some effort to walk carefully, as there were some potholes and uneven terrain on the way to the barn.
The scrap of the barn doors opening filled the night and Quinn made her way inside. She noticed pieces of wood against the wall and looked up at the roof. Half of the barn structure was still present and she looked around her to see the right side of the wall exposed.
The work wasn't completely done, but it looked like Santana had other plans for the barn too, possibly to fix it or make it bigger. Quinn found a bale of hay on the floor with a pile of hay next to it and sat down.
It might have been the alcohol or Quinn herself, but the more she stared at the changes of the barn the more Quinn felt the urge to cry. The first two drops touched her left cheek before a stream continuously came down her face.
She hated how everything in her life was going so well and how quick it changed. This property was no longer hers, she was lucky to be living in the house, but she had to give up Yale, tend to her mother who had lost what was left of her sanity. Quinn didn’t have time to grieve or cry at the funeral because things had to be arranged and bills paid that her father left behind. She was stuck with a bunch of responsibility she didn't want to have yet, but it needed to be done.
“Is anyone in here?”
Quinn sniffled, pulling her legs up against her chest and wrapped her arms around her shins. She tried to carefully listen for the person entering, but the ground was soft with dirt and hay. Startled, Quinn laid her head down on her knees, hiding the lower half of her face behind her legs.
She flinched when she saw the shadow of a person stand in front of her. It took a few seconds before Quinn realized she was staring at red heels and let her eyes travel up shapely smooth legs. She gulped.
“Quinn?”
One last sniffle, Quinn let her legs fall on to the floor.
“Hello Santana.” Quinn slurred.
Santana frowned. “You're drunk?”
Quinn scoffed. “Yeah, so what?”
Santana held her hand out, which Quinn thoughtlessly took since she was having a hard time moving her legs. Santana pulled her up, but the sudden action made her dizzy.
“What are you doing here?” Santana asked.
“I could ask you the same thing.” Quinn grumbled.
“I don't have enough hours in my day, but I wanted to inspect Jake and Finn's work.” Santana replied. “Is something wrong?”
Quinn glared and struggled to get back on her feet. She had no reason to speak with Santana, especially after being ignored by her. After a few failed attempts to get back up, Santana reached out, taking Quinn by the wrist and yanked up.
“Something is troubling you.” Santana stated, glancing into hazel eyes.
Quinn roughly pulled her arm free. The sudden motion nearly made her topple over if Santana hadn't caught her. Quinn gulped, relishing in the feeling of Santana's arms firmly wrapped around her hips. The contact was warm and comforting. Quinn looked away.
“What's it to you?” Quinn snapped.
“You seem to be in some type of a rut and decided to get drunk about it. That is a bit of a problem.” Santana answered.
Quinn glared. “I'm an adult.”
Santana laughed. The sound enticing to Quinn's ears that it had made her body shiver. She quickly shook it away, remembering that she's still angry with her. Santana stroked her hair, carefully watching Quinn, while she still refused to make eye contact with her.
“Talk to me?” Santana requested.
Quinn bit her lip, closing her eyes to hold back her tears. Santana saw the shine of a tear glide down Quinn's face. She tenderly brushed back a piece of hair from Quinn's cheek. The action was soft and compassionate. Quinn finally looked at her with tears down her face.
“You really loved this ranch didn't you?” Santana asked.
Quinn sniffled and bit her lip again to contain herself.
“That's in the past now.” Quinn whispered. “With the money I have I can pay all my bills and my father's debts when he died.”
The mention of family had made Santana frown. Enough for Quinn to piece together Santana had lost family of her own. But she stood a lot stronger and successful than Quinn at this very moment.
“How do you do it?” Quinn questioned.
“What's that?” Santana responded.
“Stay as strong as you do after a loss?” Quinn replied.
Santana's face flooded with sadness. It took a moment for her to gather her thoughts and get a hold of her emotions. The mention of loss still had a strong effect on her. Quinn felt guilty asking and was about to apologize before Santana finally spoke again.
“It will be something that will always make me sad, but I find other things and people to make me happy.” Santana answered. “Have you lost both your parents?”
Quinn shook her head and chuckled. “My mom might as well be. She turned into an alcoholic and a complete mess when dad died.” She let out a disappointed sigh. “I'll be spending my cash on rehab for her.”
“Be grateful you still have her.” Santana sighed. “Let me walk you home.”
Quinn laughed. It might have been the alcohol, or how badly she was interested in Santana, but this talk somewhat like a date. Santana softly smiled at Quinn before brushing back the same piece of hair from Quinn's cheekbone.
“Is this your idea of our first date?” Quinn teased.
Santana grinned. “Oh believe me; I would go all out for a woman as stunning as you.”
Quinn broke into a small smile before traveling her gaze to the curve of Santana's jaw and settled on her red thick lips. It took less than a second for Quinn to react on her impulse which led to her lips pressing against Santana's. The kiss was soft and slow, a refreshing sensation that brought a wave of pleasure through Quinn's body.
Santana had no hesitation to return the gesture, keeping it at a light and even paced tempo, despite every part of her wanting to pin Quinn into the pile of hay and strip her of all her clothing. A spark of her own brought forth a rush of ecstasy through her bones. Quinn let out a gasp and moaned when she felt Santana's tongue enter her mouth.
Quinn linked an arm around Santana's neck, which had been enough to break Santana of her haze. The kiss abruptly ended and she quickly distanced herself from Quinn. The confidence that once radiated off of Santana disappeared and was replaced with a more troubled and unsure stature. She had been the one to turn away from eye contact this time.
“You should go to bed Quinn.” Santana suggested. “Sleep off the alcohol.”
A throb of disappointment shot through Quinn's chest. A flare of embarrassment taking its place.
“Uh...yeah...” Quinn stumbled. “I'm tired anyway. Good night Santana.”
“Good night.” Santana repeated.
Quinn briskly walked away, noticing Santana turn away as she made her way to the door. The embarrassment was replaced with anger. It had to be her fault to push things so sudden without having a proper date. The alcohol made her brainless.
Yet with all that shame, disappointment, anger, and embarrassment, when Quinn got into her Pjs and she curled underneath her quilt, Santana was the only person she can think about. The thought of her lips fresh on her mind and the feel of her skin. The color of her caramel colored skin. Quinn fell asleep with the feeling of butterflies spinning and twirling in her stomach.
***
Quinn rolled over on her bed to feel warm skin flushed against her hand. Startled, Quinn sat up, sure she went to bed alone when she came back. She nearly fell out of bed to see the same familiar brown eyes, staring back at her with the caramel skin and thick plush lips.
“I-I...what?!” Quinn whispered. “Where did...”
Santana placed a hand on to Quinn's bare thigh and grinned. The touch rendered Quinn a useless, whimpering, mess. She sat up, sitting beside Quinn and moving her hand to settle underneath Quinn's shirt.
“S-Santana?” Quinn sighed.
Santana kissed Quinn's neck, bringing another chill through her. Santana's right hand cupped underneath Quinn's chin, directing her mouth toward hers.
“Relax.” Santana purred, closing the distance between their mouths.
Quinn moaned, allowing herself be pushed back on to the bed. Santana quickly settled on top of her, the weight of her body pleasant against Quinn's heated flesh. The hand against her stomach swiftly found her breast and pinched her nipple.
Quinn can feel a rush of heat cover her cheeks. Santana ended the kiss as she released Quinn's breast and made her way down her stomach. Quinn gulped when she felt her short being pulled down. Santana watched her, lying on her side and continued to slip her finger through Quinn's underwear.
Santana's finger pushed through a thin patch of hair before slipping between two slick folds. Quinn arched off the bed when the tip of Santana's finger touched her clit and she was blinded by a pure white light.
Quinn jumped out of bed, clutching her shirt. She flinched when the sound of a power drill ripped through her room. It took her a moment to realize she was back in her room, the sun was up, and no one was in her bed.
Disoriented, Quinn frowned and traces the back of her neck with her hand, picking up drops of sweat along her skin. It had only been a dream. The entire situation was just a dream. Quinn sighed and dragged herself out of bed.
That was the least expected way to start her day. Quinn showers first before getting on a fresh pair of clothes and looked out the window. She can see the same truck from yesterday and knows its Jake and Finn finishing their job.
Knowing she won't be able to get back to sleep, Quinn fixed herself breakfast and spent the morning in front of the TV, flicking through channels for an hour before deciding on something. When it hits noon, Quinn got back up and fixed lunch. Judy came down, hung-over as usual, but still able to navigate around the house.
Quinn served her mother a sandwich and picked up a tray of sandwiches and two cups of iced tea. She heads out, carefully holding the tray as she makes her way to the ranch. The sound of the drills and hammer are a lot louder.
Jake is at the truck gathering fresh wood when he spotted Quinn.
“You've brought us a snack?” Jake noticed.
Quinn rested the tray on the truck. Jake picks up a cup and gulps half of it down.
“You work so hard in the sun all day. I figured I give you something.” Quinn added.
Finn exited the barn and ran to the tray where he picked up a slice and gobbles the sandwich down in three bites.
“Thanks Ms. Fabray.” Finn grinned, pieces of bread on his face.
“Santana wouldn't be here by any chance?” Quinn asked.
Jake chewed his bite of the sandwich and shook his head. He washed it down with iced tea and wiped the sweat away from his face.
“All she did was call us and demand we finish what we started today.” Jake answered.
“Have you both worked with her before?” Quinn continued. “You both don't know her personally?”
“It's clear that she's some type of business woman.” Finn explained. “She speaks curt and confident and in a formal manner. We haven't seen her.”
Finn went back to pick up the other half of his sandwich. Santana had been a lot more secretive than Quinn expected, at least that was her hunch. She did dress in formal business attire back at the bar. But she chose to even keep her existence hidden from people she hired to work for her. It was odd.
Finn was the first to finish his meal and chugged down his iced tea. He thanked Quinn before taking a long plank of wood from the truck and headed back inside the barn with it.
“Should I call to let her know you're looking for her?” Jake asked, finally finishing his sandwich.
“No that's okay.” Quinn declined.
Jake drank the last of his juice and placed the empty glass back on the tray.
“Thanks for the lunch.” He smiled, taking out a plank of wood himself and disappearing behind the barn.
Quinn took the tray and made her way back to the house. When she's close to the house, Quinn decided to check the mailbox. She takes a pile of letters and headed into the house. Judy is awake, sitting on the couch, blankly staring at the TV.
The tray is put onto the table and Quinn sorted through the mail. She settled on to a large, formal coffee colored envelope, with a red seal and silver cursive writing on the front. She takes a knife to cut through the harden wax and unfolded the letter.
You are invited to a grand ball thrown by Santana Lopez
at the Lopez manor tonight at eight.
Quinn read Santana's name several times before placing the letter on the table. It is strange to be given an invitation rather than a phone call. But it was comforting to know Santana wasn't upset about the kiss they shared, despite how panicked she was to end it.
“A ball?” Quinn questioned.
Quinn exited the kitchen, going over the invitation when she entered the living room. She had something to look forward to tonight after her shift at the bar.
***
Quinn headed straight to Santana's manor after work. She didn't expect to come across a four story house with a drive way path behind the gates, leading to a front porch that resembled a castle. The house was beautiful, made of white marble and tan bricks.
It was a beautiful home and a very expensive one, Quinn was sure. She walked up the marble steps and pushed through the grand oak wood doors. When she got inside she didn't expect to see a crowd of people, decoratively dressed in elegant and extravagant clothing. The women were in beautiful gowns of a Victorian era the men wore tailored neat black or gray suits with top hats.
Quinn had never felt so out of place. The deeper she walked through the crowd and noticed everyone the more underdressed she felt. She was in her work clothes, thinking the party was going to be casual. Santana had not informed her if she was throwing a party in celebration. There were people that were talking, drinking, smoking, dancing, and would occasionally look at Quinn.
She didn't fit in. It had caused more attention to her. The way the guest stared made her uncomfortable. They had an empty stare that seemed almost primal. Quinn gave up searching the first floor in hopes of seeing Santana and headed to the second floor. All she wanted was more space between her and the guest.
Quinn rushed to the third floor, seeing that the second floor was equally packed and the guests were a lot more intimidating. A lot of them were awfully pale, with dark make up, and some with odd piercings. A bunch of people clearly in the Goth scene and their dark eyes made them all the more ghostly.
Quinn managed to find a balcony on the second floor and stepped inside. She let out a heavy sigh, being able to be surrounded in silence and alone for a change. She took the time to gather her bearings, calm her beating heart, and take in the beautiful moon lit sky. Enough time has passed that Quinn grew comfortable with the silence and being secluded that when the door to the balcony opens Quinn is startled.
She let out a sigh of relief when she sees that it's Santana.
“There you are.” Santana announced. “I was looking everywhere for you.”
Quinn turned back around, leaning against the railing, staring into the starry sky.
“Is something wrong?” Santana asked, making her way beside Quinn.
“I didn't expect the party to be like this.” Quinn started. “Who are those people?”
“Acquaintances from various meetings and businesses I've worked with.” Santana answered. “They didn't hurt you did they?”
“You mean besides make me feel like an outsider?” Quinn scoffed. “No I'm fine. You're quite the social woman.”
“I apologize about that. They're stuck up rich folk, as you can see.” Santana countered.
A few moments of silence bounced between them and it had been enough to bring forth a strong nagging feeling to Quinn. She had no reason to be here. It felt more of a political or business party and Quinn was not up to par with the people in this party. They thought low of her.
“Why am I here?” Quinn asked.
“I invited you.” Santana reminded. “I couldn't stop thinking about you.”
Quinn scoffed and turned away.
“Is this your idea of a date?” She laughed.
“I wanted to invite you into my world.” Santana explained. “It was only fair since I knew more about you.”
Santana took a seat to the round table on the balcony. She motioned with her hand for Quinn to take the seat across from her. Quinn took a moment to evaluate the situation. She should leave, not deal with those creepy guests again, and ask for Santana to never contact her. It was easy, but the more she stared at Santana and remembered the small encounters they had the more Quinn's curiosity got the best of her.
She had no idea what she was doing. Santana was a busy, successful business woman, and wealthy. Quinn had no reason to be in her life. Santana was also the owner of her house. But Santana was intrigued with Quinn and that made Quinn all the more curious about Santana in return.
She took a seat and watched Santana smile, pleased with her choice. This was not Quinn's idea of a first date, but it was romantic; a beautiful home, with the sight of the moon and star glittered sky above them. It held an air of intimacy between them.
“Is Ohio your hometown?” Quinn questioned.
“Luckily, no.” Santana admitted.
“Then why come here?” Quinn pressed on.
Santana chuckled. “I take it you aren't a fan?”
“It's been my goal to go to college out of state since high school.” Quinn replied. “Why would you come here?”
Santana shrugged. “Property is cheap and I've already seen all of Europe.”
Santana watched Quinn's eyes widen and the curiosity deepen on her face. She's been used to similar responses when she's told people. It was a lot cuter coming from Quinn. Santana felt herself smile.
“You've seen all of it?!” Quinn asked, surprised.
Santana slowly nodded. “But I've never gotten around to touring the US.”
“What's it like? What did you see?” Quinn continued.
Santana shrugged. She didn't like to go into depth about her travels. It was just another of her experiences in life she didn't want others to know, but seeing how excited Quinn was had been too adorable. A talk such as this was refreshing, Santana had been used to the interactions of highly privileged people, herself included, to see Quinn be overwhelmed by such a feat was comforting.
Santana was sure Quinn had been brought up in a decent home, she was going to Yale and lived in a beautiful house, not as extravagant at her own, but a feat nonetheless. Maybe traveling was just something she hand planed after university, up until the death of her father, who had been paying for everything.
“It's amazing. I've seen the art, tried the food, and saw the architecture.” Santana stated. “I've lived in Spain for quite a few years.”
“I've wanted to see Paris.” Quinn admitted.
“You're the romantic type?” Santana teased.
“It's been a goal of mine.” Quinn sighed.
“I'll know where to take you for our next date.” Santana grinned.
Quinn felt herself blush, a wave of heat surrounding her cheeks. Santana raised a brow.
“This has just been an introduction. A woman like you deserves something better and much more formal.” Santana explained, deepening the shade of Quinn's face.
“I-Oh no...I don't have anything expensive or fitting to the occasion.” Quinn stuttered.
“Something can be arranged to make you much more presentable if it is what you request to feel more at ease.” Santana assured.
Santana got up from her chair, keeping eye contact with Quinn as she came closer. Quinn gulped, seeing the way Santana's eyes darkened. She held out a hand for Quinn, patiently waiting to feel her hand in her own. Quinn was brought to her feet and Santana put the familiar hold of her hand on Quinn's hips.
“Y-You would...are you saying you're going to buy my dress?” Quinn muttered.
Santana shrugged. “Consider it a gift. I'll be sure to bring flowers on our date next time.”
Quinn had no chance to argue as Santana sealed their lips together in a firm kiss. She sighed. Everything about this seemed right. Quinn felt the flutter of butterflies in her stomach again. Santana had been charming, coy, and beautiful. And as smitten as Quinn was with Santana, it was clear Santana had been equally as smitten with Quinn.
That thought sparked a panic in her. She pushes Santana away, trying to get control of her fear and rationalize her thoughts.
“Quinn?” Santana called.
“I-I have to go. I'm sorry, but...” Quinn muttered.
She couldn't explain herself. Quinn couldn't understand why she was having such a strong urge to run either. Santana watched Quinn dash out the balcony distraught.
***
Quinn gets home without disturbing her mother. She decides to take a shower after the long and grueling night from work. She takes her time to stand and soak in the hot water before lathering herself with soap.
The shower had been enough to calm her nerves and forget about the time she spent with Santana. That's when a yawn breaks through, the feeling of exhaustion finally getting to her. Quinn finished up her shower and got ready for bed.
She settled into shorts, and t-shirt, before getting into bed. A knock came at her door before curling underneath her quilt. She opened the door and watched Santana brush through.
“Santana?” Quinn questioned. “What -”
“I know how you feel about me.” Santana stated.
Quinn had little time to react. Santana swiftly turned around and took a hold of Quinn's wrist. She was staring back into deep brown eyes that gave Quinn a chill. Santana's left hand cupped her cheek and stroked her thumb down against Quinn's bottom lip. Quinn gulped. Santana's gaze went from a deep soulful brown to a dark and lustful stare.
Santana is the one to bring Quinn into a hungry kiss. It's different from the one on the balcony. Santana is more rapid and rough in her actions. It's difficult for Quinn to keep up. Santana bit and pulled at Quinn's bottom lip before finding the hem of her shirt. Quinn allowed her shirt to be lifted off and removed her shorts herself.
Santana carefully removed the first three buttons of her blouse before becoming impatient and ripped the shirt open. A clatter of buttons hit the floor. Feeling hasty, Quinn went a step ahead to remove her undergarments, while Santana is taking off her skirt.
They met again into a rushed kiss, now naked, and stumble around Quinn's room to get to the bed. They hit her dresser a few times, knocking over various bottles. Quinn's vanity set chair is knocked over then Quinn is dropped on to the bed.
“S-Santana.” Quinn panted.
Santana hovered over Quinn and grinned.
“It's okay.” Santana coaxed.
Feeling more at ease, Quinn pulled Santana down for another kiss. They roll around the bed, caressing each other, kissing, moaning, and sighing. Quinn can't remember the last time she's felt this much bliss, or had someone make her feel this good. The way Santana touched her was with gentleness, but the way Santana kissed her and held her was that of desire. Santana ended back on top with a triumphant smirk in place. Santana dipped down and tenderly kissed Quinn's cheek.
“I've never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted you.” Santana admitted.
Quinn took Santana's hand and placed it between her thighs. She couldn't find herself to speak anymore when she felt this horny. Santana was met with a thick layer of wetness between Quinn's thighs. She doesn't hesitate to push her finger through and felt the slick walls of Quinn's center wrap around her.
“Oh f-fuck!” Quinn cried.
Quinn was overtaken with pleasure. The touch of Santana's body against hers and the feel of her finger was blissful. Santana had been skilled enough to switch between fast and slow. She would go between rubbing Quinn's clit and thrusting her fingers inside.
Quinn couldn't stop herself from moaning and grinding her hips on to Santana's fingers. Covered in sweat and arching off the bed, Quinn held on to Santana to pull her in for another kiss. Santana removed her fingers and rubbed her thumb quickly over Quinn's clit.
“Shit!” Quinn yelped.
The kiss ended and the room was filled with Quinn's moans. Santana grinned, sliding up to get a better look at Quinn's face. She trailed kisses down Quinn's face, settling to the curve of her neck. She sucked at the damp flesh before licking it then switching back to sucking it. Experimentally, Santana bit down, lightly pulling the skin. Quinn whimpered.
Feeling more confident, Santana bit a little harder. Quinn threaded her fingers through Santana's hair, feeling her orgasm approaching
“S-Shit! S-Santana!” Quinn screamed.
The sharp pain of teeth biting down her neck and sinking into the skin came from her neck. Quinn's hand on Santana's back clenched on her shoulder before dragging down her back. The pain mixing with her orgasm and all Quinn could piece together was the gush of her warm blood, trickling down her neck.
“Fuck!” Quinn cringed.
***
Quinn woke up shaken, covered in sweat, and holding the right side of her neck. She rubbed the tender flesh several times while she took in her surroundings. She had made it back home safely, Santana nowhere in sight.
Everything in the room is the same. The chair to her vanity set is upright; the bottles from her dresser are still neatly in place. She had another dream, a much more vivid and strange dream. It took Quinn a few minutes to calm herself.
She had been convinced Santana was here. Quinn glances at the clock by her bed and groaned. She will have to be up soon for work. When she's convinced nothing had happened and everything was just a dream, Quinn laid back down. The last thought as she drifts back to sleep being Santana for a second time.
***
Quinn's doorbell goes off before she's on her way to work this afternoon. She opened the front door to see Kitty standing on her porch again. She gives Quinn a stern and icy stare before she pulled out a envelope from behind her back.
“Ms. Lopez has given me strict orders to give this to you before you leave.” Kitty informed.
She's gone before Quinn could ask any questions. The envelope is of a manila color in the same neat scrawl, but in black ink this time. It's addressed to Quinn as Ms. Fabray. She opened the letter to see another invitation, but from the looks of the address it's to one of the local museums.
At the bottom, Santana promises there to be dinner after and that Quinn come home straight from work as Santana will come to pick her up. She is given Santana's personal number but it is instructed that Quinn call after hours, as she is busy the majority of the day. Quinn folded up the letter and stuffed it into her purse.
But to be able to go on a more formal date was exciting. Quinn headed to the bar, feeling a lot more relaxed.
***
Quinn started her shift on time and as expected Rachel is at the bar waiting for her, Puck isn't DJ’ing this time. He's decided to stay at the bar, but a few seats away from Rachel as he lacked patience with Rachel when she was drinking.
Quinn couldn't blame him, even Rachel sober was irritating. She gets behind the counter and ties her apron on. Rachel isn't hesitant to place her order, which is a heavier drink than her usual ones. When she handed Rachel a cup full of vodka and cranberry, Puck places his hand on the counter.
“I got something new.” Puck announced, presenting Quinn a small flash drive. “I don't see you so often now, but I wanted your opinion on my new mix.”
“Yeah sure. Thanks Puck.” Quinn agreed, scooping the flash drive up and stuffed it into her pocket. “What will you have this time?”
“Whiskey on the rocks.” Puck shrugged.
“Hey Quinn, how did that date go with Santana?” Rachel questioned.
“Date?” Puck teased, taking his glass from Quinn.
Quinn furiously rubbed at the counter, not wanting to make eye contact with her friends, let alone talk about her time with Santana. She knew her friends weren't going to let it go. Puck was protective of Quinn after seeing her failed relationships with jerks and Rachel was just nosy. It was less of a problem to see that Puck wasn't bothered from Quinn's interests in women.
But Quinn couldn't say the small town of Ohio would be as accepting. Thankfully a lot of customers here were too drunk to remember or understand anything after a certain point of excessive drinking. But Quinn has taken careful steps to not let rumors spread, as it was one of the town's top passtime.
“It was...different.” Quinn sighed.
“Weren't you into it?” Puck asked. “Who is this Santana anyway? She hot?”
“Puck!” Rachel scolded. “She wasn't what you expected?”
“No, she was beyond my expectations in a good way, but I feel like she hides so much about herself.” Quinn clarified. “If she was this guarded why would she want to take me on a date?”
“You got a second date?” Puck interrupted.
“I don't mean to interrupt, but she's here!” Rachel cried.
Quinn stopped furiously rubbing the spotless counter to see Santana entering the bar. She had felt herself smile as Santana came closer, but felt herself start to frown when Brittany came in after her. This time trailing behind Brittany was a man with blonde hair and blue eyes.
“Where?” Puck asked, searching the bar. “Wait her? Damn she's hot!!”
Quinn watched Santana settled to the side of the bar, where the three of them took a seat. It had upset Quinn how Santana had not approached, or even look at her. She was in heated conversations between Brittany and that new guy.
It was clear Brittany was into him as she sat close to him, stroking his hair and leaning against him. Santana played well at keeping interest, leaning on to her hand, smiling, nodding, speaking when she was given the chance.
And while Quinn watched, a tick of irrational fear came through her. Maybe Santana wasn't over Brittany, maybe she still had feelings for her and sitting there watching her be with someone else was painful.
Santana wouldn't be there if Brittany had not invited her. And the more Quinn thought about it the angrier she got and the sadder she became too. Why would Santana ask her on a date then? Was Quinn the rebound girl?
Brittany and Santana had admitted to their past relationship. It wasn't so farfetched as Quinn would like to think.
“Quinn, you okay?” Puck called.
She glared at Puck. “I'm fine.”
He didn't bother to ask anymore, picking up on her rage. Rachel was wise enough not to speak either. Quinn went through her shift, serving drunk customers, brushing of men who still tried to flirt with her, and staring at Santana.
They had stayed at the table talking for a good hour before the blonde boy left and placed and order of two beers. He was gone and they talked more. Quinn couldn't tell if she was jealous or hurt, it could have been both.
It had been an additional four hours before Brittany left with the blonde boy and Santana stayed behind. The bar by then started to clear out and Quinn was nearing the end of her shift. She was busy making another drink when she glanced back at the table to see Santana staring at her.
The contact brought a flare of happiness into Quinn, but it was crushed with the same flicker of anger. When she was done with her shift Quinn went around the counter collecting empty cups and bottles and wiped down the counter one last time.
She didn't hear nor suspect Santana to be at the counter when Quinn peeked up from underneath the counter when she tossed three empty bottles in the trash. The same soft brown eyes stared back at her. Quinn gulped.
“Quinn.” Santana stated. “A word please?”
“Whatever you have to say you can say it here.” Quinn grumbled.
She can feel Rachel's eyes on her, while Puck was without a doubt gawking at Santana. Quinn watched the smoldering gentle flare in Santana's eyes drop as she frowned. The shift was small, a pinch along Santana's jaw line as she clenched her teeth. But she played so well in keeping herself in line and that had somehow annoyed Quinn.
“I think you would much rather have this conversation in private.” Santana explained.
Quinn didn't want to give in. She was still angry. Angry at Santana, the scenario she put in her head, how Santana had no interaction with her until Brittany was gone. But she was curious and wanted more than anything to spend time with Santana again.
“Fine.” She snapped, untying her apron.
She stepped out behind the counter and led Santana to the backroom. It was only accessed to staff, but Quinn felt it was more secure than the back alley way or a bathroom. She glared at Santana, leaning against her locker with her arms folded. It did little to intimidate Santana.
“I'm sorry.” Santana started.
Quinn felt her stern stature breaking. She didn't expect an apology. When Santana was sure Quinn was less defensive, she reached out to slip her fingers through Quinn's.
“I shouldn't have ignored you.” Santana added. “But I couldn't risk Britt running her big mouth like last time. There is so much I want to tell you, but at my own time and when the moment is right.”
Quinn gulped. She wanted to cry and it was bothersome how easy it was for her to want to bawl her eyes out. Santana came closer, keeping the distance between them just an inch apart. It had been enough to make Quinn breathless.
“Are you and Brittany together?” Quinn asked.
“What I felt for her has burned out years ago. Is that what this is about?” Santana responded.
Embarrassed, Quinn turned away. Santana tucked a finger under her chin, forcing her to look back at her.
“I've become very much interested in you.” Santana smiled.
She relished the way Quinn blushed.
“You're very smooth.” Quinn whispered.
“Oh, I'm quite a mess.” Santana chuckled. “I have a date with you very soon, but couldn't find myself to stay away from you any longer. I'm not as collected as you think.”
Quinn laughed and slid her second hand on to Santana's wrist.
“Still so very smooth.” She pointed out.
The hand under Quinn's hand is moved to press against the locker and next to Quinn's head. Santana leaned down, staring at Quinn's lips as she came closer. The passionate brown shadows in her eyes changing to a more desire filled stare.
“Quinn?” The bar owner interrupted.
Frantically, Quinn pushed Santana again and tried to fix her appearance before her boss stepped through the office. A middle aged man in blue jeans, boots, and a red plaid shirt with arms full of boxes, stumbled into the room. He doesn't notice Santana as he tries to find the strength to keep the box from crashing to the floor.
Quinn rushed over to take the top box in her arms. The lightened load makes it easier for him to get into his office and drop the boxes on the desk. He huffed and wiped the sweat from his red forehead.
“Thanks.” He chuckled. “What are you doin' here sweat pea? You're off the clock now. Thanks for taking the dead shifts, as usual.”
“Yeah, good night Joe.” Quinn answered, turning back around.
Santana is nowhere in sight. She left, heading out the back door. The only thing she looked forward to now was that date.
Parked in front of the barn she can see a blue truck and a pile of freshly cut boards of wood beside the barn. The hammering continues on the other side of the barn. Quinn sharply turns the corner and sees a young muscular tan skin male with short brown hair.
He noticed Quinn and quickly shut off the power saw from the table. He wiped a trail of sweat from his forehead with his arm and walked over.
“Hi, Quinn, right?” He introduced. “I'm Jake. Ms. Lopez sent me and Finn to fix up the barn.”
Romping from behind her, Quinn turned around to see a tall pale-skinned man with a pile of ruined wood in his hands. He picked up the added presence beside him and turned around to bashfully wave and show off a goofy smile in return.
“Good morning Ms. Fabray.” He chimed. “Name's Finn. I'm sorry. Did we wake you?”
“No, you're fine.” Quinn lied. “The remodeling has to be done. Is Santana here?”
“No, she just called us and demanded we be here by morning.” Finn answered.
The frown that came across Quinn's face was mistaken by Finn that he had upset her for being so noisy.
“I-I'll keep it down!” Finn muttered. “I'm really sorry about that.”
Seeing that his tense behavior was becoming awkward with everyone, Finn quickly walked away to drop the rotted wood in the back of the truck. Quinn turned back to Jake, who had a much more poised and intelligent nature.
“It's not going to happen.” Jake admitted. “These are power tools.”
Quinn smiled. “Oh I know, I just wonder if he knows.”
Jake laughed. “Finn's a bit dopey, but he gets things done and he's strong enough to get the heavier loads and taller for the high jobs.” Jake explained. “We'll be done in a few hours.”
“I'll leave you to your work.” Quinn announced, walking away.
She had to admit, she was upset to not see Santana again. Quinn found herself thinking about her more after she agreed to go on a date. Santana however had not bothered to get her number or inform Quinn when they would be going on this date. It was strange. Quinn had been used to people fawning over her, but Santana had been so coy and collective. That was until Brittany showed up.
But the way Santana carried herself was of a high status, but it was not as annoying as Biff. Quinn made it back to the house and checked on her mother a second time. It was her day off today. She would need to spend most of it running errands then its back to work tomorrow.
***
Quinn finished the last of her errands and was still disappointed to not hear from Santana again. It was making her edgy. It's been a long time since she's been on a date. This was the first time she's ever looked forward to one.
The uneasiness got the best of her and Quinn showered, put on a fresh change of clothes and headed to the town bar. It was the last place she wanted to be on her day off, but she became antsier to see Santana again. While the chance was low, Quinn was willing to stop by in hopes of seeing Santana again.
When she got into the bar it was not as lively or packed as last night. It was back to its usual size, which was a lack of people, especially younger people. Rachel and Puck weren't anywhere in sight. But what bothered Quinn the most was the lack of Santana's presence.
Disappointed, Quinn made her way to the bar and ordered three shots. She knocked them back quickly one after the other, then took a fourth one on her way out. She didn't feel the rush of the alcohol until she started walking down the street, when it hit her head and caused her legs to wobble.
A warm and comforting buzz filled her body, followed by the swirl of a drowsy like haze in her head. She was conscious enough to see that the feeling of being watched was gone too.
Quinn managed to stumble on the ranch, but didn't want her mother to see her in this state and made a dash for the barn. It took some effort to walk carefully, as there were some potholes and uneven terrain on the way to the barn.
The scrap of the barn doors opening filled the night and Quinn made her way inside. She noticed pieces of wood against the wall and looked up at the roof. Half of the barn structure was still present and she looked around her to see the right side of the wall exposed.
The work wasn't completely done, but it looked like Santana had other plans for the barn too, possibly to fix it or make it bigger. Quinn found a bale of hay on the floor with a pile of hay next to it and sat down.
It might have been the alcohol or Quinn herself, but the more she stared at the changes of the barn the more Quinn felt the urge to cry. The first two drops touched her left cheek before a stream continuously came down her face.
She hated how everything in her life was going so well and how quick it changed. This property was no longer hers, she was lucky to be living in the house, but she had to give up Yale, tend to her mother who had lost what was left of her sanity. Quinn didn’t have time to grieve or cry at the funeral because things had to be arranged and bills paid that her father left behind. She was stuck with a bunch of responsibility she didn't want to have yet, but it needed to be done.
“Is anyone in here?”
Quinn sniffled, pulling her legs up against her chest and wrapped her arms around her shins. She tried to carefully listen for the person entering, but the ground was soft with dirt and hay. Startled, Quinn laid her head down on her knees, hiding the lower half of her face behind her legs.
She flinched when she saw the shadow of a person stand in front of her. It took a few seconds before Quinn realized she was staring at red heels and let her eyes travel up shapely smooth legs. She gulped.
“Quinn?”
One last sniffle, Quinn let her legs fall on to the floor.
“Hello Santana.” Quinn slurred.
Santana frowned. “You're drunk?”
Quinn scoffed. “Yeah, so what?”
Santana held her hand out, which Quinn thoughtlessly took since she was having a hard time moving her legs. Santana pulled her up, but the sudden action made her dizzy.
“What are you doing here?” Santana asked.
“I could ask you the same thing.” Quinn grumbled.
“I don't have enough hours in my day, but I wanted to inspect Jake and Finn's work.” Santana replied. “Is something wrong?”
Quinn glared and struggled to get back on her feet. She had no reason to speak with Santana, especially after being ignored by her. After a few failed attempts to get back up, Santana reached out, taking Quinn by the wrist and yanked up.
“Something is troubling you.” Santana stated, glancing into hazel eyes.
Quinn roughly pulled her arm free. The sudden motion nearly made her topple over if Santana hadn't caught her. Quinn gulped, relishing in the feeling of Santana's arms firmly wrapped around her hips. The contact was warm and comforting. Quinn looked away.
“What's it to you?” Quinn snapped.
“You seem to be in some type of a rut and decided to get drunk about it. That is a bit of a problem.” Santana answered.
Quinn glared. “I'm an adult.”
Santana laughed. The sound enticing to Quinn's ears that it had made her body shiver. She quickly shook it away, remembering that she's still angry with her. Santana stroked her hair, carefully watching Quinn, while she still refused to make eye contact with her.
“Talk to me?” Santana requested.
Quinn bit her lip, closing her eyes to hold back her tears. Santana saw the shine of a tear glide down Quinn's face. She tenderly brushed back a piece of hair from Quinn's cheek. The action was soft and compassionate. Quinn finally looked at her with tears down her face.
“You really loved this ranch didn't you?” Santana asked.
Quinn sniffled and bit her lip again to contain herself.
“That's in the past now.” Quinn whispered. “With the money I have I can pay all my bills and my father's debts when he died.”
The mention of family had made Santana frown. Enough for Quinn to piece together Santana had lost family of her own. But she stood a lot stronger and successful than Quinn at this very moment.
“How do you do it?” Quinn questioned.
“What's that?” Santana responded.
“Stay as strong as you do after a loss?” Quinn replied.
Santana's face flooded with sadness. It took a moment for her to gather her thoughts and get a hold of her emotions. The mention of loss still had a strong effect on her. Quinn felt guilty asking and was about to apologize before Santana finally spoke again.
“It will be something that will always make me sad, but I find other things and people to make me happy.” Santana answered. “Have you lost both your parents?”
Quinn shook her head and chuckled. “My mom might as well be. She turned into an alcoholic and a complete mess when dad died.” She let out a disappointed sigh. “I'll be spending my cash on rehab for her.”
“Be grateful you still have her.” Santana sighed. “Let me walk you home.”
Quinn laughed. It might have been the alcohol, or how badly she was interested in Santana, but this talk somewhat like a date. Santana softly smiled at Quinn before brushing back the same piece of hair from Quinn's cheekbone.
“Is this your idea of our first date?” Quinn teased.
Santana grinned. “Oh believe me; I would go all out for a woman as stunning as you.”
Quinn broke into a small smile before traveling her gaze to the curve of Santana's jaw and settled on her red thick lips. It took less than a second for Quinn to react on her impulse which led to her lips pressing against Santana's. The kiss was soft and slow, a refreshing sensation that brought a wave of pleasure through Quinn's body.
Santana had no hesitation to return the gesture, keeping it at a light and even paced tempo, despite every part of her wanting to pin Quinn into the pile of hay and strip her of all her clothing. A spark of her own brought forth a rush of ecstasy through her bones. Quinn let out a gasp and moaned when she felt Santana's tongue enter her mouth.
Quinn linked an arm around Santana's neck, which had been enough to break Santana of her haze. The kiss abruptly ended and she quickly distanced herself from Quinn. The confidence that once radiated off of Santana disappeared and was replaced with a more troubled and unsure stature. She had been the one to turn away from eye contact this time.
“You should go to bed Quinn.” Santana suggested. “Sleep off the alcohol.”
A throb of disappointment shot through Quinn's chest. A flare of embarrassment taking its place.
“Uh...yeah...” Quinn stumbled. “I'm tired anyway. Good night Santana.”
“Good night.” Santana repeated.
Quinn briskly walked away, noticing Santana turn away as she made her way to the door. The embarrassment was replaced with anger. It had to be her fault to push things so sudden without having a proper date. The alcohol made her brainless.
Yet with all that shame, disappointment, anger, and embarrassment, when Quinn got into her Pjs and she curled underneath her quilt, Santana was the only person she can think about. The thought of her lips fresh on her mind and the feel of her skin. The color of her caramel colored skin. Quinn fell asleep with the feeling of butterflies spinning and twirling in her stomach.
***
Quinn rolled over on her bed to feel warm skin flushed against her hand. Startled, Quinn sat up, sure she went to bed alone when she came back. She nearly fell out of bed to see the same familiar brown eyes, staring back at her with the caramel skin and thick plush lips.
“I-I...what?!” Quinn whispered. “Where did...”
Santana placed a hand on to Quinn's bare thigh and grinned. The touch rendered Quinn a useless, whimpering, mess. She sat up, sitting beside Quinn and moving her hand to settle underneath Quinn's shirt.
“S-Santana?” Quinn sighed.
Santana kissed Quinn's neck, bringing another chill through her. Santana's right hand cupped underneath Quinn's chin, directing her mouth toward hers.
“Relax.” Santana purred, closing the distance between their mouths.
Quinn moaned, allowing herself be pushed back on to the bed. Santana quickly settled on top of her, the weight of her body pleasant against Quinn's heated flesh. The hand against her stomach swiftly found her breast and pinched her nipple.
Quinn can feel a rush of heat cover her cheeks. Santana ended the kiss as she released Quinn's breast and made her way down her stomach. Quinn gulped when she felt her short being pulled down. Santana watched her, lying on her side and continued to slip her finger through Quinn's underwear.
Santana's finger pushed through a thin patch of hair before slipping between two slick folds. Quinn arched off the bed when the tip of Santana's finger touched her clit and she was blinded by a pure white light.
Quinn jumped out of bed, clutching her shirt. She flinched when the sound of a power drill ripped through her room. It took her a moment to realize she was back in her room, the sun was up, and no one was in her bed.
Disoriented, Quinn frowned and traces the back of her neck with her hand, picking up drops of sweat along her skin. It had only been a dream. The entire situation was just a dream. Quinn sighed and dragged herself out of bed.
That was the least expected way to start her day. Quinn showers first before getting on a fresh pair of clothes and looked out the window. She can see the same truck from yesterday and knows its Jake and Finn finishing their job.
Knowing she won't be able to get back to sleep, Quinn fixed herself breakfast and spent the morning in front of the TV, flicking through channels for an hour before deciding on something. When it hits noon, Quinn got back up and fixed lunch. Judy came down, hung-over as usual, but still able to navigate around the house.
Quinn served her mother a sandwich and picked up a tray of sandwiches and two cups of iced tea. She heads out, carefully holding the tray as she makes her way to the ranch. The sound of the drills and hammer are a lot louder.
Jake is at the truck gathering fresh wood when he spotted Quinn.
“You've brought us a snack?” Jake noticed.
Quinn rested the tray on the truck. Jake picks up a cup and gulps half of it down.
“You work so hard in the sun all day. I figured I give you something.” Quinn added.
Finn exited the barn and ran to the tray where he picked up a slice and gobbles the sandwich down in three bites.
“Thanks Ms. Fabray.” Finn grinned, pieces of bread on his face.
“Santana wouldn't be here by any chance?” Quinn asked.
Jake chewed his bite of the sandwich and shook his head. He washed it down with iced tea and wiped the sweat away from his face.
“All she did was call us and demand we finish what we started today.” Jake answered.
“Have you both worked with her before?” Quinn continued. “You both don't know her personally?”
“It's clear that she's some type of business woman.” Finn explained. “She speaks curt and confident and in a formal manner. We haven't seen her.”
Finn went back to pick up the other half of his sandwich. Santana had been a lot more secretive than Quinn expected, at least that was her hunch. She did dress in formal business attire back at the bar. But she chose to even keep her existence hidden from people she hired to work for her. It was odd.
Finn was the first to finish his meal and chugged down his iced tea. He thanked Quinn before taking a long plank of wood from the truck and headed back inside the barn with it.
“Should I call to let her know you're looking for her?” Jake asked, finally finishing his sandwich.
“No that's okay.” Quinn declined.
Jake drank the last of his juice and placed the empty glass back on the tray.
“Thanks for the lunch.” He smiled, taking out a plank of wood himself and disappearing behind the barn.
Quinn took the tray and made her way back to the house. When she's close to the house, Quinn decided to check the mailbox. She takes a pile of letters and headed into the house. Judy is awake, sitting on the couch, blankly staring at the TV.
The tray is put onto the table and Quinn sorted through the mail. She settled on to a large, formal coffee colored envelope, with a red seal and silver cursive writing on the front. She takes a knife to cut through the harden wax and unfolded the letter.
You are invited to a grand ball thrown by Santana Lopez
at the Lopez manor tonight at eight.
Quinn read Santana's name several times before placing the letter on the table. It is strange to be given an invitation rather than a phone call. But it was comforting to know Santana wasn't upset about the kiss they shared, despite how panicked she was to end it.
“A ball?” Quinn questioned.
Quinn exited the kitchen, going over the invitation when she entered the living room. She had something to look forward to tonight after her shift at the bar.
***
Quinn headed straight to Santana's manor after work. She didn't expect to come across a four story house with a drive way path behind the gates, leading to a front porch that resembled a castle. The house was beautiful, made of white marble and tan bricks.
It was a beautiful home and a very expensive one, Quinn was sure. She walked up the marble steps and pushed through the grand oak wood doors. When she got inside she didn't expect to see a crowd of people, decoratively dressed in elegant and extravagant clothing. The women were in beautiful gowns of a Victorian era the men wore tailored neat black or gray suits with top hats.
Quinn had never felt so out of place. The deeper she walked through the crowd and noticed everyone the more underdressed she felt. She was in her work clothes, thinking the party was going to be casual. Santana had not informed her if she was throwing a party in celebration. There were people that were talking, drinking, smoking, dancing, and would occasionally look at Quinn.
She didn't fit in. It had caused more attention to her. The way the guest stared made her uncomfortable. They had an empty stare that seemed almost primal. Quinn gave up searching the first floor in hopes of seeing Santana and headed to the second floor. All she wanted was more space between her and the guest.
Quinn rushed to the third floor, seeing that the second floor was equally packed and the guests were a lot more intimidating. A lot of them were awfully pale, with dark make up, and some with odd piercings. A bunch of people clearly in the Goth scene and their dark eyes made them all the more ghostly.
Quinn managed to find a balcony on the second floor and stepped inside. She let out a heavy sigh, being able to be surrounded in silence and alone for a change. She took the time to gather her bearings, calm her beating heart, and take in the beautiful moon lit sky. Enough time has passed that Quinn grew comfortable with the silence and being secluded that when the door to the balcony opens Quinn is startled.
She let out a sigh of relief when she sees that it's Santana.
“There you are.” Santana announced. “I was looking everywhere for you.”
Quinn turned back around, leaning against the railing, staring into the starry sky.
“Is something wrong?” Santana asked, making her way beside Quinn.
“I didn't expect the party to be like this.” Quinn started. “Who are those people?”
“Acquaintances from various meetings and businesses I've worked with.” Santana answered. “They didn't hurt you did they?”
“You mean besides make me feel like an outsider?” Quinn scoffed. “No I'm fine. You're quite the social woman.”
“I apologize about that. They're stuck up rich folk, as you can see.” Santana countered.
A few moments of silence bounced between them and it had been enough to bring forth a strong nagging feeling to Quinn. She had no reason to be here. It felt more of a political or business party and Quinn was not up to par with the people in this party. They thought low of her.
“Why am I here?” Quinn asked.
“I invited you.” Santana reminded. “I couldn't stop thinking about you.”
Quinn scoffed and turned away.
“Is this your idea of a date?” She laughed.
“I wanted to invite you into my world.” Santana explained. “It was only fair since I knew more about you.”
Santana took a seat to the round table on the balcony. She motioned with her hand for Quinn to take the seat across from her. Quinn took a moment to evaluate the situation. She should leave, not deal with those creepy guests again, and ask for Santana to never contact her. It was easy, but the more she stared at Santana and remembered the small encounters they had the more Quinn's curiosity got the best of her.
She had no idea what she was doing. Santana was a busy, successful business woman, and wealthy. Quinn had no reason to be in her life. Santana was also the owner of her house. But Santana was intrigued with Quinn and that made Quinn all the more curious about Santana in return.
She took a seat and watched Santana smile, pleased with her choice. This was not Quinn's idea of a first date, but it was romantic; a beautiful home, with the sight of the moon and star glittered sky above them. It held an air of intimacy between them.
“Is Ohio your hometown?” Quinn questioned.
“Luckily, no.” Santana admitted.
“Then why come here?” Quinn pressed on.
Santana chuckled. “I take it you aren't a fan?”
“It's been my goal to go to college out of state since high school.” Quinn replied. “Why would you come here?”
Santana shrugged. “Property is cheap and I've already seen all of Europe.”
Santana watched Quinn's eyes widen and the curiosity deepen on her face. She's been used to similar responses when she's told people. It was a lot cuter coming from Quinn. Santana felt herself smile.
“You've seen all of it?!” Quinn asked, surprised.
Santana slowly nodded. “But I've never gotten around to touring the US.”
“What's it like? What did you see?” Quinn continued.
Santana shrugged. She didn't like to go into depth about her travels. It was just another of her experiences in life she didn't want others to know, but seeing how excited Quinn was had been too adorable. A talk such as this was refreshing, Santana had been used to the interactions of highly privileged people, herself included, to see Quinn be overwhelmed by such a feat was comforting.
Santana was sure Quinn had been brought up in a decent home, she was going to Yale and lived in a beautiful house, not as extravagant at her own, but a feat nonetheless. Maybe traveling was just something she hand planed after university, up until the death of her father, who had been paying for everything.
“It's amazing. I've seen the art, tried the food, and saw the architecture.” Santana stated. “I've lived in Spain for quite a few years.”
“I've wanted to see Paris.” Quinn admitted.
“You're the romantic type?” Santana teased.
“It's been a goal of mine.” Quinn sighed.
“I'll know where to take you for our next date.” Santana grinned.
Quinn felt herself blush, a wave of heat surrounding her cheeks. Santana raised a brow.
“This has just been an introduction. A woman like you deserves something better and much more formal.” Santana explained, deepening the shade of Quinn's face.
“I-Oh no...I don't have anything expensive or fitting to the occasion.” Quinn stuttered.
“Something can be arranged to make you much more presentable if it is what you request to feel more at ease.” Santana assured.
Santana got up from her chair, keeping eye contact with Quinn as she came closer. Quinn gulped, seeing the way Santana's eyes darkened. She held out a hand for Quinn, patiently waiting to feel her hand in her own. Quinn was brought to her feet and Santana put the familiar hold of her hand on Quinn's hips.
“Y-You would...are you saying you're going to buy my dress?” Quinn muttered.
Santana shrugged. “Consider it a gift. I'll be sure to bring flowers on our date next time.”
Quinn had no chance to argue as Santana sealed their lips together in a firm kiss. She sighed. Everything about this seemed right. Quinn felt the flutter of butterflies in her stomach again. Santana had been charming, coy, and beautiful. And as smitten as Quinn was with Santana, it was clear Santana had been equally as smitten with Quinn.
That thought sparked a panic in her. She pushes Santana away, trying to get control of her fear and rationalize her thoughts.
“Quinn?” Santana called.
“I-I have to go. I'm sorry, but...” Quinn muttered.
She couldn't explain herself. Quinn couldn't understand why she was having such a strong urge to run either. Santana watched Quinn dash out the balcony distraught.
***
Quinn gets home without disturbing her mother. She decides to take a shower after the long and grueling night from work. She takes her time to stand and soak in the hot water before lathering herself with soap.
The shower had been enough to calm her nerves and forget about the time she spent with Santana. That's when a yawn breaks through, the feeling of exhaustion finally getting to her. Quinn finished up her shower and got ready for bed.
She settled into shorts, and t-shirt, before getting into bed. A knock came at her door before curling underneath her quilt. She opened the door and watched Santana brush through.
“Santana?” Quinn questioned. “What -”
“I know how you feel about me.” Santana stated.
Quinn had little time to react. Santana swiftly turned around and took a hold of Quinn's wrist. She was staring back into deep brown eyes that gave Quinn a chill. Santana's left hand cupped her cheek and stroked her thumb down against Quinn's bottom lip. Quinn gulped. Santana's gaze went from a deep soulful brown to a dark and lustful stare.
Santana is the one to bring Quinn into a hungry kiss. It's different from the one on the balcony. Santana is more rapid and rough in her actions. It's difficult for Quinn to keep up. Santana bit and pulled at Quinn's bottom lip before finding the hem of her shirt. Quinn allowed her shirt to be lifted off and removed her shorts herself.
Santana carefully removed the first three buttons of her blouse before becoming impatient and ripped the shirt open. A clatter of buttons hit the floor. Feeling hasty, Quinn went a step ahead to remove her undergarments, while Santana is taking off her skirt.
They met again into a rushed kiss, now naked, and stumble around Quinn's room to get to the bed. They hit her dresser a few times, knocking over various bottles. Quinn's vanity set chair is knocked over then Quinn is dropped on to the bed.
“S-Santana.” Quinn panted.
Santana hovered over Quinn and grinned.
“It's okay.” Santana coaxed.
Feeling more at ease, Quinn pulled Santana down for another kiss. They roll around the bed, caressing each other, kissing, moaning, and sighing. Quinn can't remember the last time she's felt this much bliss, or had someone make her feel this good. The way Santana touched her was with gentleness, but the way Santana kissed her and held her was that of desire. Santana ended back on top with a triumphant smirk in place. Santana dipped down and tenderly kissed Quinn's cheek.
“I've never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted you.” Santana admitted.
Quinn took Santana's hand and placed it between her thighs. She couldn't find herself to speak anymore when she felt this horny. Santana was met with a thick layer of wetness between Quinn's thighs. She doesn't hesitate to push her finger through and felt the slick walls of Quinn's center wrap around her.
“Oh f-fuck!” Quinn cried.
Quinn was overtaken with pleasure. The touch of Santana's body against hers and the feel of her finger was blissful. Santana had been skilled enough to switch between fast and slow. She would go between rubbing Quinn's clit and thrusting her fingers inside.
Quinn couldn't stop herself from moaning and grinding her hips on to Santana's fingers. Covered in sweat and arching off the bed, Quinn held on to Santana to pull her in for another kiss. Santana removed her fingers and rubbed her thumb quickly over Quinn's clit.
“Shit!” Quinn yelped.
The kiss ended and the room was filled with Quinn's moans. Santana grinned, sliding up to get a better look at Quinn's face. She trailed kisses down Quinn's face, settling to the curve of her neck. She sucked at the damp flesh before licking it then switching back to sucking it. Experimentally, Santana bit down, lightly pulling the skin. Quinn whimpered.
Feeling more confident, Santana bit a little harder. Quinn threaded her fingers through Santana's hair, feeling her orgasm approaching
“S-Shit! S-Santana!” Quinn screamed.
The sharp pain of teeth biting down her neck and sinking into the skin came from her neck. Quinn's hand on Santana's back clenched on her shoulder before dragging down her back. The pain mixing with her orgasm and all Quinn could piece together was the gush of her warm blood, trickling down her neck.
“Fuck!” Quinn cringed.
***
Quinn woke up shaken, covered in sweat, and holding the right side of her neck. She rubbed the tender flesh several times while she took in her surroundings. She had made it back home safely, Santana nowhere in sight.
Everything in the room is the same. The chair to her vanity set is upright; the bottles from her dresser are still neatly in place. She had another dream, a much more vivid and strange dream. It took Quinn a few minutes to calm herself.
She had been convinced Santana was here. Quinn glances at the clock by her bed and groaned. She will have to be up soon for work. When she's convinced nothing had happened and everything was just a dream, Quinn laid back down. The last thought as she drifts back to sleep being Santana for a second time.
***
Quinn's doorbell goes off before she's on her way to work this afternoon. She opened the front door to see Kitty standing on her porch again. She gives Quinn a stern and icy stare before she pulled out a envelope from behind her back.
“Ms. Lopez has given me strict orders to give this to you before you leave.” Kitty informed.
She's gone before Quinn could ask any questions. The envelope is of a manila color in the same neat scrawl, but in black ink this time. It's addressed to Quinn as Ms. Fabray. She opened the letter to see another invitation, but from the looks of the address it's to one of the local museums.
At the bottom, Santana promises there to be dinner after and that Quinn come home straight from work as Santana will come to pick her up. She is given Santana's personal number but it is instructed that Quinn call after hours, as she is busy the majority of the day. Quinn folded up the letter and stuffed it into her purse.
But to be able to go on a more formal date was exciting. Quinn headed to the bar, feeling a lot more relaxed.
***
Quinn started her shift on time and as expected Rachel is at the bar waiting for her, Puck isn't DJ’ing this time. He's decided to stay at the bar, but a few seats away from Rachel as he lacked patience with Rachel when she was drinking.
Quinn couldn't blame him, even Rachel sober was irritating. She gets behind the counter and ties her apron on. Rachel isn't hesitant to place her order, which is a heavier drink than her usual ones. When she handed Rachel a cup full of vodka and cranberry, Puck places his hand on the counter.
“I got something new.” Puck announced, presenting Quinn a small flash drive. “I don't see you so often now, but I wanted your opinion on my new mix.”
“Yeah sure. Thanks Puck.” Quinn agreed, scooping the flash drive up and stuffed it into her pocket. “What will you have this time?”
“Whiskey on the rocks.” Puck shrugged.
“Hey Quinn, how did that date go with Santana?” Rachel questioned.
“Date?” Puck teased, taking his glass from Quinn.
Quinn furiously rubbed at the counter, not wanting to make eye contact with her friends, let alone talk about her time with Santana. She knew her friends weren't going to let it go. Puck was protective of Quinn after seeing her failed relationships with jerks and Rachel was just nosy. It was less of a problem to see that Puck wasn't bothered from Quinn's interests in women.
But Quinn couldn't say the small town of Ohio would be as accepting. Thankfully a lot of customers here were too drunk to remember or understand anything after a certain point of excessive drinking. But Quinn has taken careful steps to not let rumors spread, as it was one of the town's top passtime.
“It was...different.” Quinn sighed.
“Weren't you into it?” Puck asked. “Who is this Santana anyway? She hot?”
“Puck!” Rachel scolded. “She wasn't what you expected?”
“No, she was beyond my expectations in a good way, but I feel like she hides so much about herself.” Quinn clarified. “If she was this guarded why would she want to take me on a date?”
“You got a second date?” Puck interrupted.
“I don't mean to interrupt, but she's here!” Rachel cried.
Quinn stopped furiously rubbing the spotless counter to see Santana entering the bar. She had felt herself smile as Santana came closer, but felt herself start to frown when Brittany came in after her. This time trailing behind Brittany was a man with blonde hair and blue eyes.
“Where?” Puck asked, searching the bar. “Wait her? Damn she's hot!!”
Quinn watched Santana settled to the side of the bar, where the three of them took a seat. It had upset Quinn how Santana had not approached, or even look at her. She was in heated conversations between Brittany and that new guy.
It was clear Brittany was into him as she sat close to him, stroking his hair and leaning against him. Santana played well at keeping interest, leaning on to her hand, smiling, nodding, speaking when she was given the chance.
And while Quinn watched, a tick of irrational fear came through her. Maybe Santana wasn't over Brittany, maybe she still had feelings for her and sitting there watching her be with someone else was painful.
Santana wouldn't be there if Brittany had not invited her. And the more Quinn thought about it the angrier she got and the sadder she became too. Why would Santana ask her on a date then? Was Quinn the rebound girl?
Brittany and Santana had admitted to their past relationship. It wasn't so farfetched as Quinn would like to think.
“Quinn, you okay?” Puck called.
She glared at Puck. “I'm fine.”
He didn't bother to ask anymore, picking up on her rage. Rachel was wise enough not to speak either. Quinn went through her shift, serving drunk customers, brushing of men who still tried to flirt with her, and staring at Santana.
They had stayed at the table talking for a good hour before the blonde boy left and placed and order of two beers. He was gone and they talked more. Quinn couldn't tell if she was jealous or hurt, it could have been both.
It had been an additional four hours before Brittany left with the blonde boy and Santana stayed behind. The bar by then started to clear out and Quinn was nearing the end of her shift. She was busy making another drink when she glanced back at the table to see Santana staring at her.
The contact brought a flare of happiness into Quinn, but it was crushed with the same flicker of anger. When she was done with her shift Quinn went around the counter collecting empty cups and bottles and wiped down the counter one last time.
She didn't hear nor suspect Santana to be at the counter when Quinn peeked up from underneath the counter when she tossed three empty bottles in the trash. The same soft brown eyes stared back at her. Quinn gulped.
“Quinn.” Santana stated. “A word please?”
“Whatever you have to say you can say it here.” Quinn grumbled.
She can feel Rachel's eyes on her, while Puck was without a doubt gawking at Santana. Quinn watched the smoldering gentle flare in Santana's eyes drop as she frowned. The shift was small, a pinch along Santana's jaw line as she clenched her teeth. But she played so well in keeping herself in line and that had somehow annoyed Quinn.
“I think you would much rather have this conversation in private.” Santana explained.
Quinn didn't want to give in. She was still angry. Angry at Santana, the scenario she put in her head, how Santana had no interaction with her until Brittany was gone. But she was curious and wanted more than anything to spend time with Santana again.
“Fine.” She snapped, untying her apron.
She stepped out behind the counter and led Santana to the backroom. It was only accessed to staff, but Quinn felt it was more secure than the back alley way or a bathroom. She glared at Santana, leaning against her locker with her arms folded. It did little to intimidate Santana.
“I'm sorry.” Santana started.
Quinn felt her stern stature breaking. She didn't expect an apology. When Santana was sure Quinn was less defensive, she reached out to slip her fingers through Quinn's.
“I shouldn't have ignored you.” Santana added. “But I couldn't risk Britt running her big mouth like last time. There is so much I want to tell you, but at my own time and when the moment is right.”
Quinn gulped. She wanted to cry and it was bothersome how easy it was for her to want to bawl her eyes out. Santana came closer, keeping the distance between them just an inch apart. It had been enough to make Quinn breathless.
“Are you and Brittany together?” Quinn asked.
“What I felt for her has burned out years ago. Is that what this is about?” Santana responded.
Embarrassed, Quinn turned away. Santana tucked a finger under her chin, forcing her to look back at her.
“I've become very much interested in you.” Santana smiled.
She relished the way Quinn blushed.
“You're very smooth.” Quinn whispered.
“Oh, I'm quite a mess.” Santana chuckled. “I have a date with you very soon, but couldn't find myself to stay away from you any longer. I'm not as collected as you think.”
Quinn laughed and slid her second hand on to Santana's wrist.
“Still so very smooth.” She pointed out.
The hand under Quinn's hand is moved to press against the locker and next to Quinn's head. Santana leaned down, staring at Quinn's lips as she came closer. The passionate brown shadows in her eyes changing to a more desire filled stare.
“Quinn?” The bar owner interrupted.
Frantically, Quinn pushed Santana again and tried to fix her appearance before her boss stepped through the office. A middle aged man in blue jeans, boots, and a red plaid shirt with arms full of boxes, stumbled into the room. He doesn't notice Santana as he tries to find the strength to keep the box from crashing to the floor.
Quinn rushed over to take the top box in her arms. The lightened load makes it easier for him to get into his office and drop the boxes on the desk. He huffed and wiped the sweat from his red forehead.
“Thanks.” He chuckled. “What are you doin' here sweat pea? You're off the clock now. Thanks for taking the dead shifts, as usual.”
“Yeah, good night Joe.” Quinn answered, turning back around.
Santana is nowhere in sight. She left, heading out the back door. The only thing she looked forward to now was that date.