Calling a Truce - Glee - Part Three
When Quinn came home that day she was flushed with excitement. She had done what was asked of her. Rachel would stop the silent treatment and maybe they could hang out a bit. She had been wondering how to approach their relationship. The intimacy and intensity of their first time together had freaked her out the next morning. But as time went by and her therapy continued, she had started relaxing more.
Rachel made her feel safe; there was no need to be afraid of that. Quinn had also become more independent and healthy. Her therapist had told her a while back that she would know when she was ready and how much. She was certain that she was well past the hand holding and cuddling stage. Maybe she wasn't ready for sex with Rachel again, the emotional component was still too raw, but she wanted to go on dates. Kiss a little. Start off small and work their way up.
But Rachel wasn't home, which was odd. Hiram told her that Rachel was off at Brittany's.
Sighing to herself, she went to her room and cracked open a textbook. As time went by she started to get a little anxious. It wasn't like Rachel to stay out so late. Quinn heard her come home around midnight and go straight to her own bedroom without saying anything.
Instinct told her something bad had happened. She apprehensively made her way to Rachel's room and knocked. A soft voice told her to come in.
Rachel was digging through her dresser for a change of clothes. She wouldn't look at Quinn.
"Hey... I uhh... talked to Santana." Rachel didn't look up. Quinn could smell Brittany on her. "I've also come up with a way to get everyone to stop harassing her without making myself look like a total spaz."
"Oh. That's great." Rachel laid out the clothes on her bed without looking at Quinn.
"Yeah." Quinn squirmed where she stood, sensing the tension. "Are you alright?"
Rachel stopped moving.
"No."
"What happened?"
"I...." She could hear Rachel swallow before she turned to look at Quinn. "I kind of... I ended up... getting intimate with Brittany."
If anyone had asked Quinn how she felt upon hearing those words, she really wouldn't have known how to reply. The shock made her emotionless.
"What?"
Rachel knew the statement didn't need repeating.
"I'm sorry."
"You slept. With Brittany."
"It's not like that. I just..."
"Slept with Brittany. While I was out doing whatever the fuck you wanted from me." Her composure slipped. Her anger was sickening. Rachel cringed.
"I don't know what to say."
"I stayed up for you. Worried." Rachel's face fell and a sheen of tears made her eyes glow. It pissed Quinn off even more. How dare she cry?
"I-I'm sorry. But I don't even know what we are togeth-"
"Oh fuck you! You wouldn't feel so goddamn guilty if we didn't mean something! What the hell, Man-hands?!"
"Quinn." Quinn faltered as the nickname brought back some of Rachel's strength. "I said I was sorry. We're both dealing with emotional and relationship issues! You know our time together means a lot to me - Quinn!"
She turned around abruptly and left the room, left Rachel to blather on about their 'issues' and was almost out the front door when Rachel grabbed her arm.
"Quinn..." she whispered, so as not to awaken her fathers. "I've never been with anyone before; we are too young to settle down so quickly."
Quinn tried to tug her arm away, but Rachel's grip was too firm. The pleading tone in Rachel's voice was tearing apart her resolve and anger.
"I care about you so much, I really do! Believe me, I would do a lot for you. The things you've been through and how you've changed.... I didn't mean to hurt you, that's why I was so honest about it... Brittany is our friend; she wouldn't want to hurt you either. We should talk about this. Please Quinn, we need to talk about what we want and need from each other..."
Quinn softened, unable to ignore the voice that could caress her more intimately than a hand possibly could. And that's when a peculiar scent reached her brain and she looked at the hand wrapped around her bicep. Bile rose in her throat and her eyes flashed so dangerously Rachel froze.
"Get your cunt reeking hand the fuck off me you freak." Her tone was low and cutting. Rachel released her immediately and Quinn walked out of the door. She tapped into her inner bitch and slapped her mask back on so hard and fast she felt a little dazed. Rachel's voice was lost to her, she was unable to hear anything but the rage pulsing through her blood.
She made it three blocks before she realised she had nowhere to go and it was nearly one in the morning. She popped open her cell phone and dialed a number by heart.
"Yeah? Who the hell is calling this late?" The voice on the other end of the phone sounded groggy.
"Santana, you get in your fucking car and you pick me up NOW. Do you hear me?!" She was almost hysterical. Going back into Rachel's house was not an option.
Santana, half drunk and half asleep, sobered up at Quinn's commanding voice. It was amazing how quickly she stepped back into her role as Quinn's number two. It was just natural for them.
"Okay. Where you at?"
****
Somehow, even drunk, Santana managed to get them back to her place in one piece without getting caught by the cops. Quinn had refused to speak during the ride so Santana was feeling pretty bitchy by the time they got to her house. Patience was not her forte.
Santana's room was a bit of a mess. Clothes were strewn about and one tiny lamp was all that gave the room any lighting.
Santana lasted long enough to close the door of her bedroom but before Quinn could so much as sit on the tiny twin bed the Latina rounded on her.
"You want to tell me what the hell is going on now? I mean seriously, seeing you once a day is painful enough but calling me up at one in the morning? You can call me your bitch all you want Fabray but I have my limits. I am not a dog at your beck -"
"Rachel and Brittany fucked each other."
"-and... call... what?"
If Quinn weren't so pissed at that moment she would have laughed at the stunned look on Santana's face. It was almost cute, the way her mouth hung open and her eyebrows rose.
"They had sex together."
"Oh." Santana frowned. "Eww."
Quinn blinked a few times, her anger dissipating.
"Eww? Your girlfriend just slept with my... Rachel. And all you can say is 'eww'?"
"Well... I guess Rachel isn't that bad. I mean, okay, she can be kinda hot sometimes. If she wasn't so obnoxious and had better fashion sense..."
"You... wait... what are you talking about?" Quinn felt struck by sudden vertigo. Santana wasn't half as enraged as Quinn thought she would be. "Your girlfriend cheated on you."
"Cheat?" Santana scoffed. "No, we're not like that. We can see other people." Her face fell a little. "Just like... it's been a while since we saw each other. Bitch screwed me over."
"I'm missing something. A lot of something." Quinn rubbed her temples.
"Britt knew you guys were together and let me slushie Rachel."
"What?!" Her head jerked up violently.
"Yeah." Santana sat down next to Quinn. "Said she thought I would figure it out. But even when I didn't, she let me slushie her."
"Why would she do that?"
"I don't know... some bullshit." She smirked a little. "Said I needed you."
"So you just let Brittany fuck around."
"I don't let her do anything. We sleep together, we sleep with other people, and everything is fine. We always come back to each other."
"I see." Quinn's hurt, anger and jealousy resurfaced in an instant. "Your slut of a girlfriend put ideas into Rachel's head."
"Watch it." Santana stiffened.
Quinn ignored the warning.
"That a retard like Britt managed to convince Rachel -" she grunted as she suddenly found herself flat on her back on the floor, Santana hovering over her.
"I don't give a fuck what you say or do to me. Leave Brittany out of it." Santana's knuckles were white from clenching themselves in fists.
"Leave her out of it? She brought herself in! I know you're obsessively protective of your slow girlfriend but she's not going to come out of this all rainbows and sunshine. Bitch needs to learn a lesson."
Santana's dark eyes flashed and it was Quinn's only warning before Santana suddenly leapt on top of her, straddling her. Quinn tried to cry out but Santana shoved her fist into her mouth to keep her from waking up the house. She bit into Santana's hand as hard as she could and earned herself a deep punch in the stomach. Quinn's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she groaned pitifully.
"I told you to shut the fuck up about her!" Santana snarled. "Just because you couldn't keep your lunatic girlfriend from spreading her legs isn't her fault! Ah!" She tried to keep herself from being too loud as Quinn grabbed at her ponytail and jerked her head to the side.
Quinn flipped them over so she was on top and yanked her head back to get Santana's hand out of her mouth. The taste of blood in her mouth disgusted her but before she could think clearly Santana slapped her hard across the face.
"Ahhhh fuck..." she hissed as her cheek burned. She looked down to see Santana smirking up at her. Quinn bared her teeth and punched Santana in the gut. It wasn't nearly as effective as when Santana did it to her.
"Fabray, you really need to work on your upper body." With that, Santana wrapped her thighs tight around Quinn's waist, squeezing hard. Quinn groaned. "You're out of shape, Cheerio."
Quinn glared at Santana through her pain. Her damn legs were like steel. She had no leverage to win this. Socially, Quinn could take Santana down, but a one-on-one fight was not Quinn's style. Santana was the fighter.
So she did what little she could, leaning over to bury her fingers into Santana's hair and pulling hard, making her pony tail come undone. Santana moaned and although her own hands were free, she merely used her hands to flip them over once more.
"Remember this you stupid cunt?"
Quinn froze, realising Santana was way too close to her face. Those legs loosened but were still on either side of her. Images of the past flashed in her mind. Then Rachel. Anger flooded her mind.
"Yeah I remember. Think you'll be as obedient this time around?"
The rage in Santana's eyes startled her but then, Quinn had been her tormentor for the past few months. Santana had had to walk home covered in shit, blood and piss because of her.
"Let go of my hair." Her right hand gripped Quinn's jaw hard, pressing her head into the floor. When Quinn refused to comply, she reached down with her other hand and pressed her ramrod fingers into Quinn's stomach.
The hands in her hair loosened. They spent a good ten minutes fighting each other as they stripped one another of their clothes. Quinn ended up with more bruises and Santana had an angry bite mark above her breast. When they were both naked, Santana somehow moved them onto the small bed.
The battle continued. Lips were bruised with vicious kisses, Santana's back was clawed, and Quinn's hips were left with dark imprints of Santana's touch. And they hadn't even started fucking yet.
Santana groaned when Quinn's fingers wound themselves in her hair again and jerked her up. When she opened her eyes she saw that Quinn was staring at her with an expression she couldn't read. It made her stomach feel weird.
"What is it?" Her voice was hoarse. The grip on her hair tightened. Hard.
"Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me with all you've got." It was almost a sigh.
Santana had never gotten so wet in her entire life. Without a word, she grabbed one of her throw pillows off a nearby chair and shoved it into Quinn's mouth. Quinn adjusted it so more of it fit in her mouth. Santana's mouth watered as Quinn raised her arms above her head and linked them at the wrist.
Three fingers without warning. Quinn was so ready Santana slipped in with ease. She set the rhythm hard and fast, savouring every strangled moan and gasp. As Quinn writhed, Santana had to use her other hand to squeeze Quinn's wrists in place. She slipped in a fourth finger. It was a tighter fit and she needed to move more slowly, to gain momentum. But she ignored the pained noise Quinn made in the back of her throat and kept going.
Eventually Quinn was mewling at her mercy. But it wasn't enough. Quinn wanted all she had. Brittany was never this rough, never wanted it that painful, no one she had been with ever did. Santana let go of Quinn's wrists.
"Hold onto the headboard." Quinn didn't open her eyes, didn't even move, just made a frustrated noise when Santana stopped working her. "I said hold onto the headboard you stupid fuck!" She slapped Quinn again, awakening her from her stupor. Glazed, hazel eyes looked at her dumbly before Quinn grabbed onto the headboard.
Santana situated herself between Quinn's legs, her other hand bracing against Quinn's hip. She stared at Quinn as she pulled out her hand and grabbed some lube from the drawer at her bedside table. As she lathered her hand she watched fear flicker through her eyes but Quinn didn't do anything, just tightened her hold on the wooden headboard.
Three fingers were easy enough; the fourth gave less resistance than before. Santana couldn't tear her eyes away from Quinn's, the two of them staring each other down as Santana pushed forward. Quinn's breathing quickened and she spread her legs wider, trying to relax the muscles in her thighs. Both of them were having difficulty keeping their breaths even as Santana pushed past the knuckles and started edging her thumb in. One birth was not enough to loosen Quinn that much; Santana had to slow herself down to a crawl, pulling in and out at an agonizing pace. Their bodies broke out into a sweat as Santana very slowly pushed in a little more each time, just a little deeper, making Quinn open up for her, until her whole fist fit inside. Quinn was panting so hard Santana waited to make sure the girl didn't pass out.
When Quinn was more composed, Santana decided to stop being so nice. Her impatience came back. She wanted to explore. So she closed her eyes and stretched her hand, ignoring Quinn's choked gasp. It was soft, hot and wet... parts of it were firm, with little ridges. She twisted her hand around, making Quinn cry out sharply through the pillow.
"Shhh...shh shh." She ignored Quinn's whimpering, still mesmerized. Her other hand shifted to Quinn's clit and started stroking slowly while she pushed a little deeper, making the blonde keen a little.
"If you don't stop whining, I'm going to pull out and toss you out on the street."
Quinn tried to limit herself to her breathing, her hands were almost entirely white as she clutched the only thing that kept her grounded to the earth: Santana's headboard. She wasn't sure if Santana would really kick her out. But she was in no frame of mind to think clearly. She hadn't even thought of Rachel since they ended up on the bed. Rachel and Brittany were off somewhere in reality. All that was happening now was Santana.
Her lower half was on fire. A delicious, painfully pleasurable fire that was as punishing as it was cleansing. The bitch she wanted to be was fucking her. She would forgive Santana for being true to herself and being what Quinn had failed to be but could have been great at. She would accept her punishment from Santana, for her failure. And for not having the balls to finish Santana off like she knew Santana would have if their roles were reversed.
Santana started moving faster and Quinn could taste the stuffing of the pillow in her mouth as she squeezed her eyes so tightly that stars danced under her lids. Her breath came out shallow and steady at first as she just focused on feeling so damn full and sopping wet. She could feel the bumps of Santana's knuckles and when Santana twisted her hand a certain way, Quinn couldn't stop the high pitched noise that escaped her. She bucked, making the fist slide within her and she groaned. She couldn't help it, everything was building up and the noise wasn't going to go away.
Santana was out of her mind. She couldn't believe what was happening. The slapping noise of her fist in Quinn was getting louder and faster. She grabbed the edge of a blanket and wrapped it around Quinn's waist to muffle the noise. She wouldn't suffocate her, but she had to stop the noise somehow.
She couldn't help herself; she leaned down under the covers and wrapped her mouth around Quinn's clit, lapping at it with her tongue and relishing the taste as Quinn started moving even faster. Santana stopped moving her hand and just let Quinn ride her. It made her dizzy, how Quinn would speed up, stop, dip her hips low so more of Santana's hand buried into her, then pull up and speed up again. Santana was whimpering into Quinn's sex while Quinn was almost sobbing.
When Quinn finally started moving even faster and Santana could feel her sex wrapping tighter around her fist, trying to hold her in... Santana stretched her hand out as much as she could. She thought it was over, Quinn was going to scream and her mom or brothers were going to run into the room. But Santana had balls and she didn't give a fuck. There was no way she was not going to do this.
Quinn felt the whole world explode. In a moment of brief lucidity she grabbed the pillow over her head and buried her nose in it as she screamed. Santana pulled away from Quinn's clit and grit her teeth as Quinn's walls tightened hard around her fist, fluttering rapidly. Quinn twitched and bucked as she came down off her high, coming just a little every time her muscles spasmed.
Santana slowly slid her hand out, pausing whenever Quinn lurched and jumped. Eventually her coated hand found freedom.
When she got up from under the blanket, she took in the way Quinn looked exhausted and satisfied. She smirked.
"My turn..." she echoed from the past. Quinn raised a lazy eyebrow then slowly sat up, wincing a little.
"How do you want me?" She asked, making something clench deep within Santana. No one would ever know that sometimes, Santana liked to think about the first time they fucked when she touched herself. It was the idea of making Quinn react; making the Queen Fabray her little bitch that got her off. A lot.
"On the floor. On your knees."
Quinn looked at her like it was a tall order to fill; after all, she had just been stretched past her limits. Santana didn't care.
"I wasn't asking." Santana grabbed her by the nape of her neck and yanked her to the floor, grateful that Quinn's agility wasn't subpar. They were really making too much noise. Quinn made a whining noise as she painfully got to her knees, then settled between Santana's legs as Santana sat on the edge of the bed.
"You're gonna eat me." She gasped when Quinn jumped forward eagerly, latching her mouth onto Santana's sex. She watched from above as Quinn's head moved.
"Fffffffuck yes..... yes.... on your hands a... and knees.... shit..." Quinn did as she was told. If Santana hadn't just spent the last half hour fisting her, she would have been able to last longer. But her hand was still lathered up and smelling of Quinn. She could still hear Quinn
How do you want me?
"A-ass up in the air." Quinn adjusted, her back arching. "Moan for me bitch...." Santana could feel Quinn more than she could hear her and within a minute she had fallen back on the bed and was biting through her fist to keep from crying out as Quinn's tongue mercilessly ate away at her while she moaned over and over again.
"Fuck...." She shuddered when it was over. They were panting; Quinn had fallen over on the floor.
"Get up." Quinn made a noise of protest. "I said... get up. Lock the door." Santana watched in amazement as Quinn stumbled to the door and locked it. "Good. Get back over here."
Quinn managed to drag herself back to the bed; Santana had already positioned herself on the right side. When she collapsed in it, smelling of sex and Santana, she felt pretty good.
"What... what now?" Quinn asked, feeling stupid and a little lost.
"What now?" Santana gave her a look. "Now you're my girlfriend. I'll pick you up for dinner on Friday. Then we'll move in together. You're going to propose to me. You're going to want some god awful extravagant spring-summer wedding. But I'm telling you now we're going to elope in Vegas in the winter."
"Why winter?"
"'Cause it's hotter in Vegas."
They both burst out laughing, high off everything they had done. They stayed silent for a while, both of them watching the ceiling.
"I still hate you."
"I still don't like you."
"I don't hate you as much as I used to." Santana amended.
"I like you a little better too."
"Don't think this makes things okay with you and me. You fucked me over big time."
"You're just jealous you didn't think of doing it first."
Santana turned to glare at her but said nothing, making Quinn smile serenely. It was true, Santana wasn't even sure just how pissed off she would be if it were anyone other than her rival who fucked her over.
"Whatever."
Quinn shifted on her side, snuggling up into Santana, which didn't feel as uncomfortable as either girl thought it would.
"What do I do about Rachel and Brittany?"
"Well..." Santana paused. "I'm going to patch things up with Britt. She's mine."
Quinn felt an irrational urge to shove Santana off the bed. But really, she had less of a claim to Santana than she did Rachel, and even that claim was in question. So she sighed instead.
"If you've got something good with Rachel, you shouldn't ditch it. Though I'm going to miss fucking you senseless."
Quinn laughed, wincing a little as some of the sore muscles in her body complained.
"How can you miss it, you've only done it twice."
"So you admit I've fucked you senseless." Quinn looked up to see Santana with a huge shit-eating grin on her face.
"Senseless being the key word." Quinn rolled her eyes.
"I don't know what to tell you... I don't have this problem. If I want to fuck you, I can. If I want to fuck someone else, I can. Brittany will always be there for me."
"Sounds great for you. I don't think I'm the kind of person who can do that."
Santana nodded a little, her eyes drooping.
"It's not for everyone." Her fingers played with Quinn's hair, making Quinn aware of just how drowsy she was.
"Mmm...guess not.... but I think Rachel wants it.... says we're too young for this."
"You can give it a try... see how it goes...." Santana yawned. "If you need comfort sex... well, go to Brittany."
Quinn stiffened against her.
"I wouldn't go anywhere near her." Her anger, though milder after the orgasm, was still there. Santana chuckled softly.
"You only say that 'cause she's never tried to have you... What Brittany wants, she gets. If you're looking for great comfort sex, go to her.... If you want, like... harder stuff...come to me."
Santana didn't realise Quinn was blushing and feeling confused.
"I think we should go to sleep now," she said, her small voice barely reaching Santana's sleepy ears. She couldn't believe that Santana had just offered her sex on call. And then offered her Brittany, too. It was getting too weird.
"M'kay babe. Sssssssleep time now."
Quinn lay there awake for another hour, wondering just what alternate universe she had landed in where she lay naked in bed with Santana after learning Rachel Berry - social reject - broke her heart by sleeping with Brittany - her normally sweet and wonderful cheerleading friend.
Life was fucked up. In the morning, she would try and sort things out and decide just how pissed off she was going to be. At the moment though, she settled on top of Santana's body, marvelling at the toned muscle that gave way under her. One last thought came up in her mind before she relaxed and Santana sleepily wrapped her arms around her black and blue body.
That was fucking fantastic.