Amends: A Glee fanfic. Quinn/Santana. Chapter 1
Title: Amends
Chapter: 1/3
Rating: PG-13 (drama, angst, some language)
Summary: Santana is much nicer to boys than she is to girls, and it has everything to do with sexuality... but not in the way that people think.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Glee. If I did, it would go a little something like this...
Santana Lopez was not nice to girls.
In fact, to the many she had picked on, pulverized, and paraded past in just two short years at McKinley, she was nothing short of unadulterated evil in its purest form. Deadpanning taunts about the bodies they would never have or blatantly ear-marking the boys they would never date, both tears and insatiable emotion had welled up within the recipients of her abuse, each one dumbfounded at how the privileged Latina seemed to get a sick sort of enjoyment out of what she did to them.
Her opposite sex peers, however, had a much different opinion of the fiery cheerleader, who they murmured sexually aggressive comments about and to as she strutted down the hallway, hips swinging impeccably to the beat of the porno music playing in their heads. Her tightly-fit uniform left little to the imagination to begin with, and she took it upon herself to leave even less with the obscenities she'd often whisper back, her slow bend to the floor to pick up something she purposely dropped, and the overly dramatic moans she'd release into messy mouths to bring boys' brains to something far more advanced than kissing.
But as she had once recited every week - and meant, despite what her classmates would likely insist - "It's all about the teasing and not about the pleasing."
Santana Lopez was not nice to girls; but not because she didn't like them…
…ironically, it was because she liked them a little too much.
Whenever she was nice to girls, they wanted to be friends. Being friends with girls meant letting them in. Letting them in meant getting close to them, and that she simply couldn't risk.
Brittany was a special case, because interestingly their friendship was less complicated to Santana, even though it was friendship with occasional sex served on the side. After all, it did profit them both in different ways. Brittany's sex drive rivaled that of even the horniest of their male counterparts, and her openness to sleep with both genders and all types was effortless for the blue-eyed blonde. It didn't stop the raven-haired girl, however, from reaping her own brand of benefits and enjoying a release she didn't seem to get quite often enough.
Although she had briefly entertained the idea of dating Brittany in the past, it had always been swept from her mind just as quickly as it had arrived. Apart from the facts that their situation worked so well as it stood, and that Brittany was allergic to monogamy, the misunderstood vixen knew pursuing anything romantic would be nothing but a fruitless distraction from the only person she could ever remember truly wanting to be romantic with.
Santana Lopez was not nice to Quinn Fabray.
Especially not recently, although even what had previously been their "friendship" in most recent times wasn't exactly the kind that pre-teen magazines and melodramas try to encourage. Instead of growing closer, the past year, and particularly the past few months, had driven a wedge between the two. Noah Puckerman was perhaps the easiest target for the drastic decline of their camaradarie, seeing as the two girls "shared" him for a brief period, but even if Quinn could write it off to the guy that admittedly neither of them were that crazy about, the other girl just couldn't.
Santana Lopez was not nice to Quinn Fabray; but not because she didn't like her…
…ironically, it was because she liked her a little too much.
Chapter 2
Chapter: 1/3
Rating: PG-13 (drama, angst, some language)
Summary: Santana is much nicer to boys than she is to girls, and it has everything to do with sexuality... but not in the way that people think.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Glee. If I did, it would go a little something like this...
Santana Lopez was not nice to girls.
In fact, to the many she had picked on, pulverized, and paraded past in just two short years at McKinley, she was nothing short of unadulterated evil in its purest form. Deadpanning taunts about the bodies they would never have or blatantly ear-marking the boys they would never date, both tears and insatiable emotion had welled up within the recipients of her abuse, each one dumbfounded at how the privileged Latina seemed to get a sick sort of enjoyment out of what she did to them.
Her opposite sex peers, however, had a much different opinion of the fiery cheerleader, who they murmured sexually aggressive comments about and to as she strutted down the hallway, hips swinging impeccably to the beat of the porno music playing in their heads. Her tightly-fit uniform left little to the imagination to begin with, and she took it upon herself to leave even less with the obscenities she'd often whisper back, her slow bend to the floor to pick up something she purposely dropped, and the overly dramatic moans she'd release into messy mouths to bring boys' brains to something far more advanced than kissing.
But as she had once recited every week - and meant, despite what her classmates would likely insist - "It's all about the teasing and not about the pleasing."
Santana Lopez was not nice to girls; but not because she didn't like them…
…ironically, it was because she liked them a little too much.
Whenever she was nice to girls, they wanted to be friends. Being friends with girls meant letting them in. Letting them in meant getting close to them, and that she simply couldn't risk.
Brittany was a special case, because interestingly their friendship was less complicated to Santana, even though it was friendship with occasional sex served on the side. After all, it did profit them both in different ways. Brittany's sex drive rivaled that of even the horniest of their male counterparts, and her openness to sleep with both genders and all types was effortless for the blue-eyed blonde. It didn't stop the raven-haired girl, however, from reaping her own brand of benefits and enjoying a release she didn't seem to get quite often enough.
Although she had briefly entertained the idea of dating Brittany in the past, it had always been swept from her mind just as quickly as it had arrived. Apart from the facts that their situation worked so well as it stood, and that Brittany was allergic to monogamy, the misunderstood vixen knew pursuing anything romantic would be nothing but a fruitless distraction from the only person she could ever remember truly wanting to be romantic with.
Santana Lopez was not nice to Quinn Fabray.
Especially not recently, although even what had previously been their "friendship" in most recent times wasn't exactly the kind that pre-teen magazines and melodramas try to encourage. Instead of growing closer, the past year, and particularly the past few months, had driven a wedge between the two. Noah Puckerman was perhaps the easiest target for the drastic decline of their camaradarie, seeing as the two girls "shared" him for a brief period, but even if Quinn could write it off to the guy that admittedly neither of them were that crazy about, the other girl just couldn't.
Santana Lopez was not nice to Quinn Fabray; but not because she didn't like her…
…ironically, it was because she liked her a little too much.
Chapter 2