Trusting You to Catch Me - Chapter Twenty-Six
Title: Trusting You to Catch Me
Author: Sio & Maura
Rating: NC-17
Length: 155,681 - Completed
Spoilers: Everything up to On My Way and then deviating from there with minor Big Brother references.
Pairing: Santana/Quinn, Brittany/Santana/Quinn/Rachel friendship, mentions of Brittany/Santana, some Finn/Rachel (not positive)
Summary: Following her accident, Quinn experiences the gamut of emotion: denial to acceptance to healing and everything in between. But through it all are her friends patiently helping her with caring and friendship and maybe more.
Warnings (highlight to read): eating disorders, severe accident recovery, graphic sex, verbal abuse, minor violence, family issues, cheating, body image issues
Chapter 26
Quinn yelped as Santana scooped her up after opening the door to the basement apartment that was going to be their new home for the foreseeable future. "Santana!" she laughed, clutching at the girl's neck. "I'm pretty sure you don't have to carry me in until after we say I do."
"You're my girl." Santana smiled and kissed the girls head before laying her on the double bed. "We have a big bed now." She smiled and pressed her lips against Quinn's.
"So much better than that little twin bed at Yale," she agreed, pulling Santana down into a deeper kiss. "I put our toys in the nightstand with the locked drawer, but right now... I just want you," she husked, reaching down with one hand to fumble at the buttons of her dress, the other kept looped behind Santana's neck.
Santana tugged Quinn's clothing off the best she could while they were connected to each other. "I want you, now... forever... until the world ends," she whispered against her fiancee's lips.
"Luckily, it's not one of those awful horror films you like so much." She smiled against Santana's lips, lifting her hips to help her get her panties off while she shoved and pulled until Santana was as bare as her. "Hi," she breathed when they were finally naked, looking up at Santana with a shy smile. "I kinda can't really believe we're engaged right now."
"Me either," she whispered as she moved so she was sitting astride her lover's hips. "I love you," she whispered before leaning down and pressed kisses against Quinn's chest above the thump of her heart.
Quinn closed her eyes with a smile and let her fingers sink into Santana's hair. "I love you too. I'm going to enjoy," she gasped as Santana's lips brushed her sensitive nipple, "e-enjoy exploring this sexy new you, baby..."
"You're okay with how I look?" she asked again as she looked up from Quinn's breast.
Her eyes opened and she licked her lips, smirking down at Santana. "I am very okay with how you look, San." She reached down and took one of Santana's hands, pushing it between her legs with a dark blush, knowing how wet she was already. "See?"
Santana whimpered as she slipped her fingers inside her lover to feel her core. "Baby," she whined as she rested two fingers in her lover, "I missed you so much."
Quinn whimpered softly, carefully steadying her breath as she spread her legs wider to accommodate her fiancee. "I've missed you too, San... so much." Her fingers brushed over Santana's wrist as she lifted a leg to hook it around the other woman's hips. "More, baby," she breathed, coaxing the fingers from her core until a third was able to slide in as well, causing her to moan.
"Like that?" she asked as she licked her lips and watched her digits getting enveloped by her lover's body. "Did you have to do this to yourself while I was gone?"
"I," her voice trembled as she closed her eyes to take in the feeling of being filled by Santana, "I had to use," she nodded towards the nightstand with the little key in the lock. "N-not as good as with you..."
She smiled and pressed her lips on Quinn's pulse and sucked gently. "It's always better with us together," she reminded Quinn. "You're my home, Quinn," she said as she started to thrust slowly.
She let out a low groan of want that would have been embarrassing if she was less turned on. Her hips rolled with each slow thrust, a wet sliding sound filling the room even at their slow pace. "Fuck," she hissed, reaching up to grip Santana's shoulder with her free hand as the other woman's fingers hit her g-spot, her other hand clenched briefly on her wrist, holding her on that spot for a moment as a small shudder ran through her. "Y-you're my life, San..."
"I love watching you like this." Santana smirked as she kept fucking her slowly. "I like taking you slowly, watching you writhe and beg for me to let you come."
"Santana," she begged, pulling on her and trying to get her to increase her pace. "Please... it's been so long." Her body shook with minute tremors under Santana as she shifted her hips to try and get pressure and attention where she wanted it. "Please, baby... you can ride my face, my fingers, I'll take you with that strap-on you like... just please baby, please..."
Santana leaned down and kissed her deeply before speeding up her fingers for a second then removing them. When Quinn whimpered in protest she slid down her body and quickly slipped her tongue where her fingers had been and pressed her thumb to Quinn's clit.
"San!" she gasped, her back arching off the bed as her hips bucked up at the new sensation.
Santana moaned as she tasted her lover, slipping in and out of her tight channel. Quinn's hand tangled in Santana's hair as she let out a breathless moan. She planted her feet flat on the bed and arched up into her lover's mouth, her body shaking with need.
"Please," she panted, "please... San..."
The woman looked up and smiled before switching her tongue to Quinn's clit then her fingers back inside her. Quinn shook, trembling closer to the edge. Her hand tightened in Santana's hair, nails drawing along her scalp as she gasped for breath, her head pressing back into her pillows as her back arched off the bed. She let out a low keening moan trying to get words out.
"F-fuck," she panted, her legs spreading wider. "S-San, baby...p-please. I love you. P-please... harder..."
Santana slipped three fingers in and sucked on the blonde's clit as she twisted her fingers. Her walls fluttered and clamped on Santana's fingers as she fell over into orgasm. Her breath caught in her throat as she arched, her body tensing around the woman's fingers. Gently, Santana licked her lover's core as she came down from her high.
Quinn slowly relaxed, slumping back into the bed and smiling vaguely up at the ceiling. "Why are you so good at taking me apart?" she whispered when she finally got breath to speak, tugging on Santana to crawl back up her body. "I love you so much, San."
"Because I like putting you back together," she teased as she cuddled into her lover's arms.
"You are good at it," Quinn agreed with a breathless smile. "But I like doing the same for you." Her hand slid up Santana's side from where it had landed on her hip to cup her fuller breast. "I like these," she murmured, squeezing gently until the nipple stiffened against her palm. She looked at Santana with a sly - if sweaty - smirk. "Can I explore you now?"
"If you'd like." Santana whimpered, "They're huge now..."
Quinn shook her head. "Beautiful," she whispered, hooking a leg over Santana's hip and rolling them until she was on top. She straddled Santana's hips, sitting up so she could use both hands to cup and massage the globes of her fiancee's breasts. "I want to taste these," she breathed, watching the way the firm flesh bulged slightly between her fingers.
Santana's breath caught in her throat. "I... I don't know how I feel about my body yet. I feel... so bloated all the time, but I don't look into the mirror and hate how I look as much either."
"You look healthy, baby," she whispered, sliding down to press kisses along the column of her neck. "And so sexy." She nibbled on her collarbone, kissing further down. "I love how you look now, San. How you feel..." Her tongue slid over a pebbled nipple.
"I'm - fuck - I'm glad you think so." Santana groaned as she held her hands against Quinn's hips. "I don't hate my tits being this big... I thought you were gonna come when you saw me in my suit earlier."
"Almost did," she admitted before taking the bud between her teeth and tugging gently with a low moan.
"The way you looked at me... I've never seen you look at me like that." Santana admitted.
"I'm sorry," Quinn whispered, letting go to look up at her. "I just... I don't feel so scared I'm gonna lose you anymore when I look at you..."
"I'm sorry I scared you for so long... that it took me so long to get help." She swallowed, "It wasn't until I also got me and Alle hurt..." She stopped and breathed, "I almost hurt her..."
"But you didn't," she whispered, cutting her off. "You didn't and you're finally really getting better." She pressed a kiss to the breast under her head. "We going to get married and be happy, baby. No more dwelling in the past. It's not good for any of us."
"I... just know what I could have done." She whispered, "I could have hurt you or Rachel..."
"Santana," Quinn slid up to lean over her and look into her eyes, her hands on either side of her face, "stop it. Just let go of the past, baby. I'm right here. Rachel, your mom, Allie... they're all upstairs. We are all safe and unhurt. And I love you and am going to make you my wife. Just let go and let me love you."
She nodded and leaned up and kissed Quinn deeply. "Please just... kiss me."
"Every day for the rest of my life," she breathed, leaning down to slide her lips against Santana's. She nipped gently at her lower lip before smoothing her tongue over the crease of the other woman's lips.
Santana moaned before parting her legs for Quinn to rest in between. "I haven't come in 6 months, Quinn."
"Jesus." She blinked at her in astonishment as she moved down to give more attention to the girl's breasts. "Not even?" She waggled her brows suggestively, only to widen her eyes when Santana shook her head. "You were...totally celibate?" A shy smile curled her lips.
"I tried, but you spoiled me," Santana admitted. "I wanted you... and I had to share a room with two other girls besides."
"I'll do my best to make up for your loss," she husked, her eyes darkening as she kissed and nipped her way further down, her hands on Santana's inner thighs and pushing them further spart as she settled down lower. "Do you want just me or do you need," she nodded at the drawer, "to get our friend and take you as hard and fast as you want it."
"Just you," Santana groaned. "Then fuck me with the dick... but I need you first."
"I like that answer," she husked, parting Santana with her thumbs before drawing a long stroke of her tongue from just barely inside her core to her clit. "God I've missed this taste," she groaned, lapping up the woman's essence before lightly raking her teeth over her clit.
Santana writhed. "God... That's amazing," she panted as she arched into Quinn's mouth.
She let her tongue swirl around the entrance to Santana's core for a moment before moving to gently bite and suck a mark onto the top of her mound. "Mine," she whispered, kissing the redding spot before delicately nipping at the girl's clit on her way down to slide her tongue as deep as she could inside of Santana's tight channel.
"Shit... yours," she whimpered as she arched up. "I wanna use the double with you," she groaned after she felt herself getting close to the edge.
"Now?" Quinn asked, pulling away, her chin wet with Santana's essence.
"Are you ready?" she asked as she tried to catch her breath.
"Yeah," she smiled, reaching over and fumbling the drawer unlocked and open so she could reach in and pull out the blue strapless with a dark blush. Crawling up to straddle Santana's stomach, she licked her lips and held it out. "Help me put it in, baby?" she asked softly, her free hand parting her folds for the woman despite the self-conscious blush on her cheeks.
"Damn, baby..." Santana moaned as she slid the tip in her mouth and sucked on the end as she watched her fiancee.
"Please, baby?" she asked, leaning back and spreading her legs to display more of her core still dripping with arousal. "Put it in me so I can make you come with it. I want to fuck you, San..."
With a soft pop the dildo came out of Santana's mouth and she moved it over to Quinn's pussy. She gently rubbed it against the swollen lips to slick it with the woman's arousal before pushing the head into her channel.
Quinn whimpered slightly at the feeling of being stretched, but spread her legs wider and put her hand on Santana's to help her slowly push it deeper until the curved giving end was nestled deep in her channel. She flexed her muscles, making it twitch. "Tell me how to take you," she whispered, stroking her hand up the length of the shaft jutting from her core and slicking the lube she'd gotten out of the drawer over it.
"However you want," she panted, watching Quinn was getting her close enough to the edge so she had to close her eyes and take several calming breaths.
"I love you, Santana," she murmured, moving to kneel between her legs and sliding her hands over them before guiding Santana to raise them in the air and pushing them towards her chest. "Any other time, I'd take you slow and gentle until you begged for release. But you've waited six months, baby..." She lined the dildo up with Snatana's core. "I'm not going to be slow or gentle. I'm going to fuck you hard until you beg me to stop."
Saying that she pushed in until her hips were pressed tight against Santana's and they were connected by the dildo buried deep in both of them. Barely giving her fiancée time to adjust, she rolled her hips, dragging the thick shaft out of her and plunging back in. She grabbed Santana's calves and pressed her legs further apart, knowing she hadn't lost the flexibility she'd been know for as a cheerleader as she set up a fast and hard rhythm that sent their headboard thumping against the wall with each thrust.
Santana gasped and let her body rise up to meet every thrust her girlfriend gave out. Her body trembled with pleasure, her knees pressing teasingly against her breasts, allowing the tightly peaked skin of her nipples to press against her legs. "Q-quinn," Santana grunted.
"You're mine," she panted, grunting softly with the effort of taking Santana while holding off her own climax. "I want you forever. My lover. My best... best friend. My wife." She panted for breath, inadvertently rubbing her arousal hardened nipples against Santana's legs as she shifted to drag the rippled upper edge of the member over Santana's clit. She could feel the way both of their breasts shifted with each thrust that now seemed to roll her whole body. "L-love... Love you..."
"Love... fuck... so close." Santana cried out, her head repeatedly smacking against the headboard as Quinn's thrusts moved the bed.
Quinn's hands slid up to grip Santana's ankles, holding her legs apart as she kept thrusting. "C-come," she gasped, on the edge of her own climax, "come for me..."
With those words Santana exploded, her body arched up and she shook drastically. "Quinn!" she cried out as she held tightly to her lover's arms.
Quinn bit her lip, pushing through Santana's climax towards the second she knew wasn't far behind. She knew her fiancée. Knew how much more relaxed she was after more than one climax after an extended drought. "Give me more, San," she whispered, all of her effort into fucking her girl and not coming all over her.
Tiny grunts came from Santana's lips as she clutched the bed, she rocked her body and gave into the feelings washing over her. "Close... harder, Q"
She nodded, putting her head down and really putting her back into her thrusts. Their hips met with wet slaps as the dildo plunged in and out of Santana, glistening with the thick fluids of her arousal and first orgasm. She didn't have breath to talk any more, all of her focus on bring Santana to a second climax. The pace increased, her hips driving into the other woman's with grunts of breath. She leaned on her legs, pressing them harder into Santana's breasts.
A sharp scream of pleasure ripped through Santana's throat. She gasped then quickly fell limp against the bed.
Her climax followed hard on the heels of Santana's. She collapsed on top of her for a moment, panting hard to recover before realizing Santana had passed out. Laughing shakily, she carefully pulled out of her and dragged the dildo from her body with a shuddering gasp, tossing it onto the nightstand before turning out the lamp by the bed. Pulling the covers over them, she adjusted Santana's limp body to be more comfortable and wrapped her arms around the woman. Snuggling close, she rested her head on her shoulder. "Love you," she breathed before succumbing to sleep herself.
It was nearly noon by time the girls had finally woken up and showered. Santana cleaned up their room and put away the toy from the night before, locking it in the drawer and removing the key. She placed it in her desk drawer and went about pulling on her jeans and a t-shirt. She could hear the faint sound of footsteps from her family above them and smiled. "Babe! I'm gonna head upstairs. Do you wanna go now or are you not ready yet?"
Quinn stepped out of the bathroom with her towel around her waist, rubbing at her damp hair with smaller one. "Give me a couple minutes to get dressed and I'll go up with you. Okay?"
Santana nodded and worked on making the bed with fresh sheets. "Are you good for church tomorrow? Alle's in the choir now."
"Of course." She headed over to the dresser to pull out a pair of underwear, tossing her towel over the chair to pull them on. Rummaging in the dresser again, she glanced back over her shoulder. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Don't know, maybe that college educated the religion out of ya," she teased.
Quinn rolled her eyes, getting her bra on and heading over to the closet. "Don't be ridiculous, Santana. You do remember going to chapel with me every Sunday for the last four years, right?"
"I'm just playin'." She smirked at her, lying back on the bed.
"Brat." She laughed, pulling on a white sundress. "So...wanna tell your mom and Allie today?"
"I don't think I'd be able to hide it." She smiled as she looked at her ring. "They're going to be excited."
Quinn smiled, coming over to lay down beside her and sling and arm over her waist. "Good, cause I'd be sad if they weren't happy about my wanting to finally make an honest woman out of you," she teased.
Santana rolled her eyes. "Gonna take a lot more than a ring," she winked, "given the fact you like to fuck me till I pass out from head damage." She rubbed the bump on the top of her head tenderly.
"I'm sorry about that," she whispered, blushing and hiding her face in Santana's shoulder. "I just wanted to give you what you wanted, baby."
"You did," She smiled. "I'm sore in such a good way, babe," she said as she kissed her lover's neck.
"Next time we'll put up pillows or start further down in bed," she suggested with a smirk, "but don't start that or we won't get upstairs before Rach decides it's safe to let your monkey sneak down."
Santana got up and extended her hand. "I'm in need of coffee and sunlight."
"Sounds good," Quinn grinned, taking her hand and letting her help her up off the bed. "I can't wait to see the look on Allie and Dani's faces when you tell them you're engaged."
"Come on, you," She smiled and headed upstairs to the sounds of soft giggling and her mom in the kitchen. When they entered the house she headed over to the coffee pot that looked freshly brewed and poured two cups.
"Look who's awake." Daniella smirked. "Long night?"
"Mom!" Santana hissed as she finished making the coffee. "No jokes."
"Don't worry, Tana," Daniella smirked, finishing assembling a blt before offering it, "I'm pretty sure everyone knows how happy you are to have your girl here. Is this okay? It's turkey bacon."
"Quinn likes any kind of bacon." She smiled and took the plate before placing it on the table then returning for Quinn's. "We... we were quiet enough... right?" She asked nervously, now wanting to have had her sister hear her and Quinn's love making.
"Well, my room is right over yours and I only heard the headboard," Daniella shrugged, fixing up a tomato and lettuce sandwich for Rachel and two more BLTs. "The floor's pretty thick after all. You two have never caused any problems before, so don't worry about it. I'm just glad you're happy."
Quinn sat down, smiling at the plate. "Thanks for making lunch, Dani. I appreciate it."
"Thanks," Santana added with a soft smile. After a few moments a small child pounced onto her lap. "Morning, squirt," she said as she kissed her sister's head.
"Morning, Sannie. You and Quinn slept forever!" Alejandra exclaimed as she reached for her own lunch.
"Good afternoon, ladies," Rachel announced with an amused smirk as she came in after Alejandra. "I was thinking perhaps we might commute to the zoo today before work starts up tomorrow? Unless you have any other suggestions or... announcements?" She looked curiously at Santana and Quinn, causing the blonde to blush and busy herself with a big bite of her sandwich.
"I think the zoo would be great," Santana said softly as she hugged her sister. "And we actually have a thing... Quinn asked me to marry her last night."
"What?" Daniella nearly dropped the two plates in her hands in surprise before managing to set them on the table. "Quinn? Did you really?"
Quinn coughed and tapped her chest before she managed to swallow down the bite, nodding with watery eyes at the near choke. "Y-yes, ma'am. I did. And...and she said yes."
"Wow." Daniella breathed as she leaned over and hugged Quinn then her Daughter. "Congratulations, mija."
"Thank you, mom," Santana whispered as she hugged her mother back. "I love her so much."
Alejandra looked around in confusion. "I don't understand. You're not going away. Right, Tana? I don't want you to go away..." She clung tightly to her sister.
"It's just someday, me and Quinn are gonna get married and she's gonna be your sister too..." She smiled and kissed the girl's head. "We're gonna stay here, I have to finish school and Quinn's going to go to Brown with me now."
She looked between Santana and Quinn. "Really? Quinn's gonna be my sister too? For real?" She looked excited by that prospect until she saw Rachel. "Tana, you gonna marry Rachie too? I want her to be my sister too."
Rachel almost choked on her sandwich trying not to laugh and Quinn had to reach over and pat her back, leaving Daniella and Santana to answer.
"No, no." Daniella chuckled, "Santana is not going to marry Rachel."
"Yeah, kid, I'm gonna marry Quinn becasue I want her to be my wife... but Rachel?" She smiled and looked to her friend. "She's my family too. She's like my best friend in the world and she's already going to be apart of our lives forever."
"Absolutely," Rachel nodded, wiping her mouth. "I need my friends more than anything and after all, isn't it said that friends are the family your heart chooses? Santana, Quinn, and you - and your mom too - are my family just as much as my dads."
Alejandra nibbled on her lip uncertainly. "So I can say you're my sister too?"
She nodded. "If you want, I certainly don't mind."
"Wow..." Alejandra smiled brightly, "I get three sisters now?"
"Yeah, kiddo. You get three sisters." Daniella smiled. "I'm very excited for you two," she said to Quinn and Santana.
"It was finally the right time." Quinn smiled shyly at Santana, reaching over to tangle their fingers together. "I don't think we'll get married before we're done with school at least, but it makes me feel better to have the promise out in the open like this."
Santana kissed Quinn's hand and smiled at her. "I gotta get her a ring now so everyone will know she's taken."
"Trust me, from what I hear, they already know," Rachel mumbled, rolling her eyes.
"Well, we'll have time to plan something nice," Daniella murmured with a smile. "So let's eat and get ready to spend the day at the zoo before Santana makes us all join her in the great hunt for Quinn's engagement ring."
"You all are far too funny for your own good," she mumbled before munching on her sandwich. "You're lucky I love you."
"We love you too," Rachel grinned at her, nibbling on her bread.
Looking around the table, Santana realized that no matter what they'd all gone through to get here, the fact they were here now was all that mattered. She smirked. "Damn straight."
"Tana, you swore!"
The others around the table burst into laughter at the tiny version of Santana's smirk on Alejandra's face as she held her hand out for the five dollars.
THE END