fic: love fool (4/?)
Title: Love Fool (4/?)
Rating: NC-17
Couple: Quinn/Santana
Summary: So, really last night isn’t a big deal. Quinn was just curious and lonely and drunk. Santana was probably the same. So, she shouldn’t be freaking out.
Prompt: none
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I certainly wish I did. They'd hump like bunnies on viagra.
A/N: Thanks for everyone who takes the time to read this even if you don't comment. I appreciate your patronage all the same. :)
Santana rubs at the bridge of her nose to keep from snapping at Rachel. Usually her tolerance for the incessant rambling is a lot higher, but she’s been in a pissy mood since breakfast. And this, her whining over shit that Santana could care less about, is doing nothing to help it. Still, she’s keeping her bitch in check because sometimes being with Rachel is a little like being with Brittany. Her feelings are easily hurt and Santana doesn’t feel like apologizing.
There are a few of the newbies in the pool. Marley’s on Jake’s shoulders and Brittany’s on Sam’s and they’re playing a game of chicken. She rolls her eyes when she watches her two exes and thinks awful things like how stupid their kids would be if they ever had them. Only that’s insulting to Brittany and she feels really bad for thinking it. Brittany isn’t stupid and she’s still in love with her or something. She’s not entirely sure anymore. The feeling she gets in her chest whenever she looks at her is foreign, not quite the jealousy she’s used to feeling.
“Santana, are you listening to me?” Rachel huffs beside her, drawing her attention back.
Frowning, she shrugs. “Yeah.” It’s a total lie because she hasn’t been listening since about five minutes after Rachel sat down and started talking in the first place.
“Then what should I do?” There’s this look in her eyes that tells Santana she’s actually expected to give some sort of answer, but she doesn’t know what to even say.
“About what?”
“Finn! We slept together and I came here promising myself I wouldn’t do that. I don’t understand it, but he is my weakness. One look into his eyes when I’m singing and it’s like this fire inside of me just-”
Santana holds up her hand, head already shaking despite the remainder of her headache that still won’t go away. “No, I’m not...if you want my advice you will not talk about how Finn The Giant Manchild Hudson gets your panties wet. I don’t want to know.”
“Santana!”
“Yeah, no, I’m being serious. I don’t need that kind of visual when I’m trying to hold down my breakfast, okay?” She slides her glasses down her nose enough to look Rachel in the eyes. “Look. I know you’re supposed to be with Nyada’s version of if Finn and Puck had some sort of unnaturally donkey-faced child together, but if you didn’t think you were going to fuck Finn on this trip, then I can’t help you because you’re clearly lying to yourself.”
Rachel’s quiet for a moment like she’s letting the words sink in and settle over her. She bites her bottom lip and glances over to where Finn’s sitting with Mike talking and then back at Santana. “We’re supposed to be broken up.”
Santana rolls her eyes and pushes her glasses back up her nose. “You know how many times Brittany and I were ‘broken up’ and still got it in? Or Puck for that matter...” Okay, maybe she’s not the example she should be using, but it’s all she’s got. “When you have feelings for someone which, even as gross as it is, you obviously still have, then I don’t know how you’re surprised. I mean Jesus fuck, Rachel, you were going to marry him like months ago.”
There’s a movement to her right and Santana looks over, catching sight of Quinn. She doesn’t hear whatever it is that Rachel says next because she can’t stop looking. It’s not all that surprising that she’s at the pool and Quinn loves to swim. No, it’s what she’s wearing when she sheds her blue cover up. It’s totally sexy even though it’s nothing risque by any stretch of the imagination. Santana’s seen her in the standard issued Cheerios bikini before, which was far more revealing, and hell she saw her naked the night before. It’s just that her breasts look kind of amazing in the halter top half and she’s wearing these sort of shorts that make her ass look even better.
She knows she’s not the only one that notices because she hears Puck whistle and yell some sort of assholish thing from the other side of the pool. Santana can’t even like be offended on Quinn’s behalf because she’s definitely still staring at her ass when she walks to the other side and jumps in. As she resurfaces, there’s a moment where Santana feels like she’s in some cheesy 80’s teen movie because the water actually kind of sexily washes over Quinn’s head and it feels like everything slows down around her. She thinks there’s a moment where their eyes lock and there’s this intense feeling that makes her stomach flip. Only she can’t be sure if it’s real or if she’s just hallucinating from the chemical smell of the pool.
“I guess some things never change,” she hears Rachel mumble next to her and chances a look over at the other girl. How long had she just checked out? She wonders if Rachel noticed, but decides she didn’t when Rachel isn’t even looking at her. She seems more amused than anything else by it all, which is good because she didn’t catch Santana practically drooling over someone she’s definitely not supposed to be even noticing anymore.
She sits back in her lounger and forces herself to pay attention to Rachel. Luckily, she doesn’t seem to want to spend much more time talking about Finn. Though, there was probably merit in that. Now that she doesn’t sleep with guys anymore, she doesn’t find Finn, or Puck for that matter, particularly attractive and talking about them would keep her inappropriate thoughts from straying to the previous night.
It doesn’t seem like that will matter anyway because when Rachel casually asks where she disappeared to after the reception, Quinn’s name is out of her mouth before she can catch it. “I mean Quinn and I got bored and went to hang out in my room.” She wills her voice to not waiver and thinks it works when Rachel just nods.
“I should’ve come with you. I probably wouldn’t have ended up...in the predicament I’m currently in,” she says more to herself.
Santana doesn’t mention how last night Rachel was the furthest thing from her mind with about a million other things that weren’t getting Quinn naked and on her back in the quickest way possible. “I think you’re being dramatic and it’s getting annoying,” she says instead. “I’m giving you another five minutes to get this little act out of your system or I will straight cut you.”
It’s Rachel’s turn to roll her eyes, but she smiles. Santana isn’t joking however and gives the other girl a pointed look which is decided less effective since she’s wearing sunglasses. “I think I’ll be okay. I just need to make it through the party tonight and then I’ll be back in New York.”
“Party? There’s a party tonight?” Santana perks up at that because she wasn’t about to spend her Saturday night sitting in a hotel room watching HBO.
“Didn’t Noah tell you? Oh I told him to do it about eight times. I guess he forgot. Never the less, he’s hosting a party. He keeps calling it a reunion, but I don’t think it quite qualifies.” Rachel reaches for her phone and holds it up for her to see. “Everyone’s going, but the new kids aren’t allowed.”
The last thing Santana needs to do is spend another night drinking. She’s barely over her hangover as it is, but it’s that or sit around in her hotel room and try not to think about Quinn, specifically Quinn naked and making those little gasping breaths. But it’ll probably be more than that because she’s been pushing thoughts of Quinn out of her mind all day. She’s kind of mad at herself because this isn’t her first one night stand. It’s not even her tenth one night stand, but she can’t seem to let it go and she wants to. It’s just not going to end well if she doesn’t.
She’s already planning her outfit out in her mind. She just needs to not get completely sloppy. It will stop her from making any more terrible mistakes. Though, as she thinks that, there’s a big commotion near the pool and she turns just in time to see Sugar and Quinn pushing Joe into the pool. The girls laugh loudly when Joe resurfaces, wiping at his face and sputtering. Quinn’s whole face is lit up and Santana finds herself chuckling fondly because God, has Quinn always looked like that when she smiles?
The blonde looks over at her and there’s this little grin playing at Quinn’s lips that makes Santana have to look away. She should just forget about the party and stay in. Something tells her if she doesn’t, she’ll definitely be make many more bad decisions.
Rating: NC-17
Couple: Quinn/Santana
Summary: So, really last night isn’t a big deal. Quinn was just curious and lonely and drunk. Santana was probably the same. So, she shouldn’t be freaking out.
Prompt: none
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I certainly wish I did. They'd hump like bunnies on viagra.
A/N: Thanks for everyone who takes the time to read this even if you don't comment. I appreciate your patronage all the same. :)
Santana rubs at the bridge of her nose to keep from snapping at Rachel. Usually her tolerance for the incessant rambling is a lot higher, but she’s been in a pissy mood since breakfast. And this, her whining over shit that Santana could care less about, is doing nothing to help it. Still, she’s keeping her bitch in check because sometimes being with Rachel is a little like being with Brittany. Her feelings are easily hurt and Santana doesn’t feel like apologizing.
There are a few of the newbies in the pool. Marley’s on Jake’s shoulders and Brittany’s on Sam’s and they’re playing a game of chicken. She rolls her eyes when she watches her two exes and thinks awful things like how stupid their kids would be if they ever had them. Only that’s insulting to Brittany and she feels really bad for thinking it. Brittany isn’t stupid and she’s still in love with her or something. She’s not entirely sure anymore. The feeling she gets in her chest whenever she looks at her is foreign, not quite the jealousy she’s used to feeling.
“Santana, are you listening to me?” Rachel huffs beside her, drawing her attention back.
Frowning, she shrugs. “Yeah.” It’s a total lie because she hasn’t been listening since about five minutes after Rachel sat down and started talking in the first place.
“Then what should I do?” There’s this look in her eyes that tells Santana she’s actually expected to give some sort of answer, but she doesn’t know what to even say.
“About what?”
“Finn! We slept together and I came here promising myself I wouldn’t do that. I don’t understand it, but he is my weakness. One look into his eyes when I’m singing and it’s like this fire inside of me just-”
Santana holds up her hand, head already shaking despite the remainder of her headache that still won’t go away. “No, I’m not...if you want my advice you will not talk about how Finn The Giant Manchild Hudson gets your panties wet. I don’t want to know.”
“Santana!”
“Yeah, no, I’m being serious. I don’t need that kind of visual when I’m trying to hold down my breakfast, okay?” She slides her glasses down her nose enough to look Rachel in the eyes. “Look. I know you’re supposed to be with Nyada’s version of if Finn and Puck had some sort of unnaturally donkey-faced child together, but if you didn’t think you were going to fuck Finn on this trip, then I can’t help you because you’re clearly lying to yourself.”
Rachel’s quiet for a moment like she’s letting the words sink in and settle over her. She bites her bottom lip and glances over to where Finn’s sitting with Mike talking and then back at Santana. “We’re supposed to be broken up.”
Santana rolls her eyes and pushes her glasses back up her nose. “You know how many times Brittany and I were ‘broken up’ and still got it in? Or Puck for that matter...” Okay, maybe she’s not the example she should be using, but it’s all she’s got. “When you have feelings for someone which, even as gross as it is, you obviously still have, then I don’t know how you’re surprised. I mean Jesus fuck, Rachel, you were going to marry him like months ago.”
There’s a movement to her right and Santana looks over, catching sight of Quinn. She doesn’t hear whatever it is that Rachel says next because she can’t stop looking. It’s not all that surprising that she’s at the pool and Quinn loves to swim. No, it’s what she’s wearing when she sheds her blue cover up. It’s totally sexy even though it’s nothing risque by any stretch of the imagination. Santana’s seen her in the standard issued Cheerios bikini before, which was far more revealing, and hell she saw her naked the night before. It’s just that her breasts look kind of amazing in the halter top half and she’s wearing these sort of shorts that make her ass look even better.
She knows she’s not the only one that notices because she hears Puck whistle and yell some sort of assholish thing from the other side of the pool. Santana can’t even like be offended on Quinn’s behalf because she’s definitely still staring at her ass when she walks to the other side and jumps in. As she resurfaces, there’s a moment where Santana feels like she’s in some cheesy 80’s teen movie because the water actually kind of sexily washes over Quinn’s head and it feels like everything slows down around her. She thinks there’s a moment where their eyes lock and there’s this intense feeling that makes her stomach flip. Only she can’t be sure if it’s real or if she’s just hallucinating from the chemical smell of the pool.
“I guess some things never change,” she hears Rachel mumble next to her and chances a look over at the other girl. How long had she just checked out? She wonders if Rachel noticed, but decides she didn’t when Rachel isn’t even looking at her. She seems more amused than anything else by it all, which is good because she didn’t catch Santana practically drooling over someone she’s definitely not supposed to be even noticing anymore.
She sits back in her lounger and forces herself to pay attention to Rachel. Luckily, she doesn’t seem to want to spend much more time talking about Finn. Though, there was probably merit in that. Now that she doesn’t sleep with guys anymore, she doesn’t find Finn, or Puck for that matter, particularly attractive and talking about them would keep her inappropriate thoughts from straying to the previous night.
It doesn’t seem like that will matter anyway because when Rachel casually asks where she disappeared to after the reception, Quinn’s name is out of her mouth before she can catch it. “I mean Quinn and I got bored and went to hang out in my room.” She wills her voice to not waiver and thinks it works when Rachel just nods.
“I should’ve come with you. I probably wouldn’t have ended up...in the predicament I’m currently in,” she says more to herself.
Santana doesn’t mention how last night Rachel was the furthest thing from her mind with about a million other things that weren’t getting Quinn naked and on her back in the quickest way possible. “I think you’re being dramatic and it’s getting annoying,” she says instead. “I’m giving you another five minutes to get this little act out of your system or I will straight cut you.”
It’s Rachel’s turn to roll her eyes, but she smiles. Santana isn’t joking however and gives the other girl a pointed look which is decided less effective since she’s wearing sunglasses. “I think I’ll be okay. I just need to make it through the party tonight and then I’ll be back in New York.”
“Party? There’s a party tonight?” Santana perks up at that because she wasn’t about to spend her Saturday night sitting in a hotel room watching HBO.
“Didn’t Noah tell you? Oh I told him to do it about eight times. I guess he forgot. Never the less, he’s hosting a party. He keeps calling it a reunion, but I don’t think it quite qualifies.” Rachel reaches for her phone and holds it up for her to see. “Everyone’s going, but the new kids aren’t allowed.”
The last thing Santana needs to do is spend another night drinking. She’s barely over her hangover as it is, but it’s that or sit around in her hotel room and try not to think about Quinn, specifically Quinn naked and making those little gasping breaths. But it’ll probably be more than that because she’s been pushing thoughts of Quinn out of her mind all day. She’s kind of mad at herself because this isn’t her first one night stand. It’s not even her tenth one night stand, but she can’t seem to let it go and she wants to. It’s just not going to end well if she doesn’t.
She’s already planning her outfit out in her mind. She just needs to not get completely sloppy. It will stop her from making any more terrible mistakes. Though, as she thinks that, there’s a big commotion near the pool and she turns just in time to see Sugar and Quinn pushing Joe into the pool. The girls laugh loudly when Joe resurfaces, wiping at his face and sputtering. Quinn’s whole face is lit up and Santana finds herself chuckling fondly because God, has Quinn always looked like that when she smiles?
The blonde looks over at her and there’s this little grin playing at Quinn’s lips that makes Santana have to look away. She should just forget about the party and stay in. Something tells her if she doesn’t, she’ll definitely be make many more bad decisions.