DRABBLE: Eyes Wide Shut
Title: Eyes Wide Shut
Character(s): Santana Lopez / Quinn Fabray + Brittany Pierce.
Rating: R.
Disclaimer: I don't owns the Glee.
Summary: I don't know. It just sort of happened.
This is still the weirdest shit ever. Because, yeah, she just pulled her fingers out of fucking Quinn Fabray, whose eyes are still shut tight and whose mouth is in that mushed 'O' shape she's become too familiar with.
She wonders if she's imagining someone else, because she always keeps her eyes closed, but she's not gonna ask. She doesn't really want want to know. She knows that she doesn't, anymore, because Quinn's become enough. Which, she's not gonna fucking say, ever.
Everything is really fucking weird and nothing like what she'd planned.
She was supposed to go to school with Brittany. Not Quinn, who she'd written off as a friend after fucking boobgate. But then she had a fleeting moment of give-a-fuck that made her sort of care in New York.
Not enough to stop making snide remarks but enough to invite her to hangout with her and Britt (mostly as a buffer) during the summer.
When the school year rolled back around they were sharing a row in the choir room. Santana usually sat in the middle because Quinn hadn't stopped being a bitch. By October she was reaching for Quinn's hand to quell the desire to hold Brittany's, which she seriously couldn't do without feeling like she might die mid-Rachel Berry solo.
After initial hesitation Quinn never denied her. Sometimes she did this soothing thing with her thumb pressed to Santana's palm that made the tightness in her chest go away. Eventually Quinn started sitting in the middle.
By Thanksgiving, Mike and Tina had broken up and by Christmas, Brittany and Mike were together.
And yeah, Brittany had made it clear that she wasn't going to be with Santana if she couldn't be "herself," but shit happened and they'd been trading orgasms for the month of November.
So, the Mike thing. That was a fucking surprise. Too big of a surprise to process without spewing some really ugly words that were punctuated by the sentence, "Don't ever fucking talk to me again."
She meant them, mostly. And she could hold a grudge better than anyone (even Quinn who fucking complimented Berry on a solo in January), so, she didn't talk to her. Even after she broke up with Mike in March because she didn't fit into his moms future plans for him.
The only words they shared happened in May.
("I really don't think we can be friends again," from Santana to which Brittany responded with a quiet, "Yeah."
They fucked themselves into a coma after Santana's graduation party and left it at that.)
Now she was here, in DC, with Quinn, in her second year of college sucking her fingers with a groan before Quinn flipped them over and pushed her knee to her ear.
Character(s): Santana Lopez / Quinn Fabray + Brittany Pierce.
Rating: R.
Disclaimer: I don't owns the Glee.
Summary: I don't know. It just sort of happened.
This is still the weirdest shit ever. Because, yeah, she just pulled her fingers out of fucking Quinn Fabray, whose eyes are still shut tight and whose mouth is in that mushed 'O' shape she's become too familiar with.
She wonders if she's imagining someone else, because she always keeps her eyes closed, but she's not gonna ask. She doesn't really want want to know. She knows that she doesn't, anymore, because Quinn's become enough. Which, she's not gonna fucking say, ever.
Everything is really fucking weird and nothing like what she'd planned.
She was supposed to go to school with Brittany. Not Quinn, who she'd written off as a friend after fucking boobgate. But then she had a fleeting moment of give-a-fuck that made her sort of care in New York.
Not enough to stop making snide remarks but enough to invite her to hangout with her and Britt (mostly as a buffer) during the summer.
When the school year rolled back around they were sharing a row in the choir room. Santana usually sat in the middle because Quinn hadn't stopped being a bitch. By October she was reaching for Quinn's hand to quell the desire to hold Brittany's, which she seriously couldn't do without feeling like she might die mid-Rachel Berry solo.
After initial hesitation Quinn never denied her. Sometimes she did this soothing thing with her thumb pressed to Santana's palm that made the tightness in her chest go away. Eventually Quinn started sitting in the middle.
By Thanksgiving, Mike and Tina had broken up and by Christmas, Brittany and Mike were together.
And yeah, Brittany had made it clear that she wasn't going to be with Santana if she couldn't be "herself," but shit happened and they'd been trading orgasms for the month of November.
So, the Mike thing. That was a fucking surprise. Too big of a surprise to process without spewing some really ugly words that were punctuated by the sentence, "Don't ever fucking talk to me again."
She meant them, mostly. And she could hold a grudge better than anyone (even Quinn who fucking complimented Berry on a solo in January), so, she didn't talk to her. Even after she broke up with Mike in March because she didn't fit into his moms future plans for him.
The only words they shared happened in May.
("I really don't think we can be friends again," from Santana to which Brittany responded with a quiet, "Yeah."
They fucked themselves into a coma after Santana's graduation party and left it at that.)
Now she was here, in DC, with Quinn, in her second year of college sucking her fingers with a groan before Quinn flipped them over and pushed her knee to her ear.