fic; Boundaries (or the month it took for Santana and Quinn to finally make out)
Title: Boundaries (or the month it took for Santana and Quinn to finally make out)
Fandom: Glee; Santana & Quinn.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Glee so yeah, now you know.
A/N: Beta’d by the always awesome spentayearinla . This is fluff. Sometimes I write the first thing that comes to mind. This is one of those sometimes.
Now we need to redefine,
Tell me where to draw the line.
Close contact on the couch was fine,
Tell me where to draw the line.
Twin Peaks - Surfer Blood
Thursday - October 2nd, 2014
“If she says some shit like that to me again, I’m going to punch her in the throat.”
Quinn just rolls her eyes, tone sardonic while the two girls make their way to a table in the back of the coffee shop. “No you won’t.”
When high school ended, neither girl thought they’d ever see the other again. Maybe they’d talk on the phone a few times a year, and share emails-- at the very least they’d remain facebook friends but they figured that would be the extent of their friendship after that but that was before they realized both had gotten accepted to the same college out in California. Cut to two years later and Quinn and Santana were closer than they had ever been before.
You know, like actual best friends.
“I know you aren’t doubting my ass kicking abilities right now.” Santana looks over to the blonde with an arched brow.
“She’s my roommate, S, you just can’t assault her because you don‘t like her. We took a seminar to fix that problem of yours, remember? Erica isn’t even that bad.”
“That’s just because you’ve grown accustomed to her bullshit.“ The latina nods to herself as the two girls sit down. “Always got something smart to say. See how witty she is all hooked up to monitors and whatever in the hospital while I move into her side of your room.”
“I didn’t know you wanted to be roommates so bad.” Quinn says, blowing on her cup of coffee with an amused smirk.
Santana fixes Quinn with an annoyed look, which didn’t actually express any level of aggravation at all. “Not even. I’m just trying to do you a favor so you don’t have to live with Margret Cho, always running her mouth and perv’ing on you.”
“Do you even know what’s coming out of your mouth right now? Erica isn’t gay and she certainly isn’t perv’ing on me.”
“Yeah, okay.” Santana lets out a rasp chuckle before taking a sip of her hot chocolate. She savors the taste before continuing. “Listen, I know what I’m talking about when it comes to girls being into other girls. Erica Cho is definitely into you. She’s always staring at you with those big, creepy eyes. Kind of like the way Berry use to senior year.”
“Let’s change the topic, please.” Quinn says a bit stiffly and it’s Santana’s turn to roll her eyes, bringing her drink to her lips again. The two girls sit there, not saying anything for a few minutes, just listening to whatever flavor of the month acoustic songwriter is being pumped out of the speakers positioned around the place.
“Whatever.” Santana finally says. “Whatda wanna do tonight?”
“I don’t know.” Quinn shrugs slightly.
“Wanna go play pool at Carmichaels?”
“No.” Quinn says while wrinkling her nose.
“Hang out with John and Mark?”
“Not really.”
“Go to the beach?” Santana asks, frustration becoming more and more apparent.
“I don’t want sand in my hair.”
Santana growls out, setting her cup down on the table. “Fuck, Quinn. What do you wanna do?”
“I said I don’t know, which means I don’t know. That’s why I said it.” Quinn throws attitude right back at Santana. “Something simple, relaxing.”
“Rent a movie and take it back to my room again?” The latina asks, leaning back in her seat while her nails tap a random rhythm against the tabletop.
“Can I pick the movie?” Quinn watches the other girl with suspicion.
“Fine.” Santana shakes her head. “But I get to veto if it’s lame.”
“You get one veto, it’s not going to be like last time.”
Santana grins. “Hey, that’s just what happens when you let someone with obviously inferior taste in movies do the selecting.”
“I’m going to punch you in the throat.”
That gets a laugh out of the latina.
Monday - October 6th, 2014
She shifts in her seat but finds little comfort against the hard plastic while her American Literature professor drones on and on about poetry in the 1960s. The blonde starts to take notes again right before she feels her phone vibrate against her leg. Pulling the tiny device out, she presses a few buttons.
hey blondie, give me ur notes after class
Quinn turns around, looking up at Santana in the row right behind her who just grins and makes a circle motion with her finger for the other girl to turn back around.
The blonde shakes her head but does so and starts to text on her phone, hopefully subtly, under the desk.
stop being lazy and take your own notes
Quinn goes back to writing dates in her notebook. It’s twenty seconds later when she gets another text.
no point since my best friend loves me and wants me to pass this stupid ass class
Shaking her head, the blonde responds.
sorry I only kind of like you and it really depends on the day
Quinn hides a small smile, not turning around when she feels Santana kick the back of her chair.
that’s mean q. come on, i’ll write you a poem
Ten seconds later, Santana sends another text.
roses are red and violets are blue. our professor is hot and so are you.
The blonde can’t hide her smile after that.
Tuesday - October 7th, 2014
Santana’s not sure of the time but it must be early because she’s beyond tired. The latina tries to roll over but finds she can’t, she’s being held down by something. Slowly eyelids lift and russet eyes are staring directly at the peaceful, sleeping face of her best friend whose arm is draped over her waist. It takes a second to register how she got there but then flashes of last night start to go off. They were hanging out for a late night study session and all of a sudden it was three in the morning so instead of having to walk back to her room, Quinn just told Santana that the latina would be staying there and to get her ass in bed.
The black haired girl smiles faintly, staring at Quinn contently for a few minutes before finally deciding that she needs to get up. It takes a lot of skill (the kind Santana has developed from many one night stands) to be able to wiggle out of the blonde’s grasp without waking the other girl up. She puts her shoes on with the intent on using the bathroom and then maybe picking up some breakfast for the two of them before her class at noon.
Walking out into the common room, the only person there to greet her is Erica, who is sitting on the couch with her laptop open.
“Sleep well, whore?” The redhead asks with no hidden amount of loathing.
“Too early for your shit, Cho. If you could go choke on something real quick, I’d much appreciate it.”
“My last name is Michaelson, not Cho.” Erica points out, watching Santana with narrowed eyes.
“Yeah, don’t care.” The latina says with disinterest, moving towards the door to leave.
As Santana gets to the door, Erica calls out. “You know, we set rules at the beginning of the year, Quinn and I. We’re suppose to let the other know in advance if we are having..” The redhead pauses, looking over Santana. “people stay over for the night.”
The black haired girl lets out a very loud sigh, turning around to face Erica again.
“We were studying, it got late, I crashed. No big deal.”
“I’m sure you think so.” Erica says, pausing for a moment as her tongue runs along the roof of her mouth. “But we have rules.”
“Well, I don’t know what to tell you, Cho. Fuck the rules.” Santana leans against the door.
“I don’t know what Quinn sees in you, she could do so much better.”
Santana instantly tenses up. “You wanna run that by me again, or should I just assume it was your usual stupidity and break your face.”
“All I’m saying is that Quinn could find better girls, ones that could make her happier. Ones right under her nose.” Erica shrugs, letting her gaze turn back to her laptop.
The latina stands there for a second before pushing off the door and taking a few threatening steps forward.
“Listen, I’m going to tell you this once so unclog all the crazy from your ears and pay the fuck attention.” Santana hands clench into fists at her side. “You need to wake up and see that Quinn isn’t attracted to creepy mouth breathers-- which automatically puts you out of the race. She’s my best friend and we aren’t together that way but that doesn’t even matter because regardless, you don’t have a shot so cut the stalking shit out and move on.”
The redhead just stares. “Wow, how long have you been pathetically in love with her?”
“What the hell are you going on about?”
“You don’t hide it well, you know.” Erica grins viscously.
Before Santana can respond, Quinn appears in the doorway from the bedroom in her tank-top and shorts with a crazy amount of bedhead.
“What’s up, guys?” The blonde says, voice rasp with sleep.
The latina gives Erica one more look of disgust before turning to Quinn. “Morning, toots. Get your ass dressed, breakfast is on me.”
Quinn looks confused, rubbing at her eyes before turning around and heading back into her room.
“Kay.”
Saturday - October 11th, 2014
“Do you ever miss Britt?”
Quinn and Santana are standing out back of this random house where a party is being thrown, leaning against the wooden railing of the porch.
The latina’s grip on her plastic cup tightens for a second. “Why?”
“Just wondering.” The blonde shrugs, jade eyes searching around everywhere but Santana.
“Well… “ Santana considers for a moment, watching her best friend. “Yeah, duh. Brittany was a big part-- fuck that, Brittany was the biggest part of my life for the longest time. I miss the way we were and how well we worked together.”
Quinn just nods, finally looking back over to the black haired girl.
“To tell you the truth though,” Santana starts. “I don’t really think about her all that much.”
“You don’t?”
The latina shakes her head. “I talk to her every month but… I like my life right now, you know? I’m in a really great fucking place. I’m in a state that doesn’t start with an O and end in hio. I’m doing pretty good in school and I spend everyday with the best friend, the coolest and not too mention hottest chick I know. B was a big part of my past but you know how I live my life, always in the present.”
Neither say anything for a minute or two before Quinn let’s a smirk turn her lips upwards.
“I’m the hottest chick you know?”
“Totally. I can’t count myself and come on, I don‘t have to-- I‘m smoking, everyone knows it. And though people keep saying California is full of good looking girls, I think Lima breeds `em better, probably put something in the water or some shit.”
The blonde laughs, looking down at her drink before back over to Santana. “For the record, you are way too full of yourself.”
“I’m fine with that.” Santana says while flashing a smile full of white teeth.
“But… “ Quinn drawls. “You are pretty smoking.”
“Hell yeah, knew you had the hots for me, Q.” The latina wraps an arm around Quinn’s shoulders, bringing the girl into her side.
Quinn shakes her head. “Way too full of yourself.”
Tuesday - October 14th, 2014
I am a choreographer. That's what I do. You are cheerleaders. Cheerleaders are dancers who have gone retarded. What you do is a tiny, pathetic subset of dancing. I will attempt to turn your robotic routines into poetry, written with the human body. Follow me, or perish, sweater monkeys.
Santana and Quinn are sitting on the couch in the blonde’s common room, Bring It On playing for the second time in a row. Erica is out with friends for the night (when Quinn told her, Santana said ‘That troll actually has friends? I wonder how much she has to pay them‘) so they had the room to themselves. A bowl of popcorn and a few water bottles litter the coffee table.
“Coach Sylvester would have never let this shit fly.”
Quinn nods in agreement. “That’s what I always wonder about when watching this movie. Like, where is their coach? Are they just this rogue band of cheerleaders that get to do whatever the hell they want because if so, totally not fair.”
“I’d call it fair.” The latina leans forward to grab a water bottle and unscrew it. “That’s why they got second place and we won multiple championships.”
“We also got psychologically abused.”
“It made us stronger.” Santana reasons.
“It made that girl Stephanie develop the shakes and a stutter.” Quinn shakes her head. “I’m just saying maybe cheering would have been actually fun without Sue.”
The black haired girl fixes Quinn with a look. “What the hell are you talking about, Fabray? Winning is like the ultimate fun.”
“Forget it, you’re impossible.” The blonde states.
The girls get back into the movie and it’s ten minutes later when all of a sudden, Santana shifts on the couch into a laying position, resting her head in Quinn’s lap without notice.
“Excuse you?”
Santana looks up to the other girl for a second before back to the movie. “Shut your face, this is my favorite part of the movie.”
“I’m not your pillow.” Quinn says with a mixture of annoyance and amusement.
“Yeah you are.”
The blonde stares down at her best friend. “No, I’m not.”
“Well,” The latina begins, moving a hand up to poke at Quinn’s legs. “These things are comfy and since my head is currently resting on them, looks like that makes you a pillow.”
When Quinn starts to shake her legs in attempt to get Santana to sit up, the black haired girl just leans over slightly and bites down into her right thigh.
“S!” The blonde yells.
“Q!” Santana mirrors back just as scandalized.
The short girl has to hold in a laugh but she finally gives up on getting Santana off her lap and instead starts to thread her fingers through the latina’s smooth hair. They watch the movie for a minute with saying anything.
“I hope you’ve gotten your rabies shot recently.”
“You wish you could make me foam at the mouth.” Santana shoots back.
They fall asleep like this about an hour later.
Friday - October 17, 2014
“I kissed a girl and I liked it, the taste of her cherry chap stick!”
“Would you be quiet?” Quinn hisses out.
The two girls are making their way down the hallway. Santana is stumbling her steps while she leans against Quinn for support, arm wrapped around the blonde’s neck.
The latina looks over to her friend, confused. “Don’t you like that song?”
“Yeah, it’s a great song, just love it.”
Santana narrows her eyes for a moment at Quinn’s deadpan tone before shrugging and starts humming it loudly while the blonde basically did all the work getting them down the hallway. The black haired girl leans over a bit more, placing her lips against Quinn’s ear as she continues to hum.
“Would you cut it the hell out?” The blonde huffs. “And be quiet, you’re gonna wake everyone up with your drunken singing.”
“I’m not drunk.”
Quinn gives her a yeah, you wish look.
“I’m not.” The latina insists. “I mean, I’m not sober or anything but I’m far from drunk. You’ve seen me drunk before, remember? This…” A manicured finger points at herself before slowly moving over to poke Quinn on the nose. “isn’t it.”
“Do it again and you’ll lose that finger.”
Santana laughs as they finally make it to her room and she stumbles into the door to unlock it. Once open, the two girls make their way inside of the common room.
“I’m going to drop you off on the couch okay.” Quinn asks in more of a statement kind of way.
“Gross, no.” Santana hangs on tight to Quinn. “I want my bed, not the stupid ass couch.”
“Your roommate is more than likely sleeping, I don’t want to wake her up.”
The latina makes a pft noise. “You can’t wake Becca up, she sleeps like a corpse.”
Quinn doesn’t have it in her to argue anymore so she instead moves them over to Santana’s darkened bedroom, carefully pulling the door open before inching them inside.
“What the hell, go faster snail girl.”
“Shut the fuck up, S.” Quinn whispers with venom watching as Becca shifts over in her bed. The blonde moves them over to Santana’s bed and ungracefully drops the latina onto the soft surface. “There, now you’re in your bed.”
“You’re mean when you’re sober.” Santana states, kicking off her flip-flops.
“Uh huh.” Quinn pauses. “We doing lunch tomorrow?”
“Yes…” The latina drawls, getting under the covers. “You can stay here you know, that way I don’t have to sleep alone.”
The blonde shakes her head. “Can’t, gotta finish a paper for tomorrow.”
“Lame.”
Quinn makes a mhm noise in her throat, turning to leave. “Night.”
“Hey, Q.” Santana calls out in a whisper.
“Yeah?” The blonde turns for a second.
“Love you, girl.”
“Love you too, Lopez.” Quinn smiles before moving out of the room.
Thursday - October 23rd, 2014
Quinn walks into her bedroom, her hair wrapped in a towel and her body covered in a bathrobe and she finds Erica on her bed with a book. The other girl instantly zones in on Quinn’s arrival, puts down her book and scoots to the edge of the bed.
“You have your own bed, thought I’d tell you just in case you forgot.”
Erica laughs loudly. “I didn’t forget. Your bed gets the better light from the window. We’re all about going green remember, no using the lamps during the day.”
“Right.” Quinn says skeptically, moving to her closet.
“How was the showers?”
Quinn pulls a tee shirt off the hanger. “Erica, I told you I don’t do small talk, especially when it’s inane small talk.”
“How about..” All of a sudden the other girl is very close to her, like right behind, running a hand along the blonde’s neck. “we do something other than talking then.”
The blonde takes a step to the side, turning to face Erica with a sneer. “Touch me like that again, and they’ll be searching for all your pieces to put you back together again, for days.”
“Quinn.” Erica laughs, moving back to the bed. “You’re so funny!”
“Not really.” Quinn says dryly, gripping the shirt in her hands tightly.
“What are you doing this afternoon? I was going to go see that new movie, you know the one with that guy in it. You wanna go?”
“Can’t.” The blonde says while grabbing a pair of shorts. “Going shopping with Santana.”
The redhead makes a gagging noise. “Why do you put up with that bitch?”
“That bitch is my best friend.” Quinn states without room for question.
“That all?” Erica questions anyway. “Do you know how she really feels about you?”
“Erica, shut up.”
“I think you do. I think you see the way she looks at you all the time, undressing you. It’s really nauseating.” The redhead sits up straighter, pushing out her chest when Quinn turns around. “You could do so much better.”
Quinn looks unimpressed. “Can you leave? I’d like to get changed.”
“How long have we been roommates, Quinn? I think you can change in front of me, it’s fine.”
The blonde just stares at her for a second.
“Whatever, I’ll change in the bathrooms.” Quinn moves to grab her shoes before pushing through the door.
“Oh come on, don’t be like that!”
Tuesday - October 28th, 2014
hey weirdo why you so tense today
Is the text Quinn gets from Santana mid-way through their American Literature class. The blonde responds wit
I think I’m going to request a rooming transfer
Quinn doesn’t focus on anything until she feels her phone vibrate again.
why is that freak being creepier than usual i can teach her whats up for you.
The blond shakes her head.
just tired of dealing with her, rather live with someone else.
pick me pick me pick me!
Quinn smiles, responding with:
you already have a roommate remember?
consider her dead by the morning.
The blonde turns around to see Santana nodding with mock seriousness. Or what Quinn hopes is mock seriousness and not actual intent.
Friday - October 31st, 2014
The local carnival --always thrown every Halloween-- is alive with lights, and colors, and all kinds of sounds. Kids screaming and cheering as they race from ride to ride, hugging oversized stuffed animals to their bodies. Quinn and Santana are standing in line for the ferris wheel, the blonde leaning against the metal railing as Santana picks at her slushie with her straw.
“Mike called me today.” Santana says off-handedly, distracted.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” Santana nods. “He’s going to be in town for some dance competition in December, wanted to get together with us.”
Quinn smiles. “That’d be awesome, we haven’t seen him in forever it feels like.”
“I told him if he wins, he has to buy us nice things with all the money he gets.
“I’m sure that added more incentive for him.” The blonde rolls her eyes.
Santana takes a sip through her straw. “He did seem more excited, yes.”
The two girls wait for another ten minutes before they're finally at the front of the line. Quinn steps past and moves to get into the compartment. She sees Santana still standing near the ticket guy.
“What are you doing, Lopez? Get over here?”
“You sure you wanna go on this lame ass ride?” Santana asks, looking the ride up and down.
“What are you talking about? We just waited like twenty minutes.” The blonde inspects her best friend. “What, are you scared or something?”
The latina instantly steels herself, moving past the line and getting into the compartment with Quinn. She flashes the blonde a curled lip as the metal bar gets lowered into their laps. “I’m not scared of anything. Especially not some wimpy, boring ride that just goes round and around.”
“That’s good.” Quinn says, holding back a smile.
When the ride starts to move, Santana instantly latches onto Quinn’s arm who has to pry the fingers out of her skin before taking the latina’s hand into her own and giving the girl a comforting squeeze.
“Scared of nothing, right?”
“Right.” Santana confirms, letting out a long exhale and she seems to slowly calm down before the ride stops and their compartment is of course stuck at the very top, swinging slightly and it causes the black haired girl to tense up again.
“Relax, S.” Quinn coos.
“We’re stuck three hundred feet in the air and she tells me to relax.”
“Santana, we aren’t three hundred feet in the air. We’re barely thirty.” Quinn shakes her head, using her free hand to turn the other girl’s face towards her. “We’re fine, perfectly safe.”
They look at each other for the longest moment.
"Perfectly safe?" Santana repeats.
Quinn nods, thumb grazing the latina's cheek back and forth.
"I didn't know you were afraid of heights."
"I'm not." Santana says instantly.
"Oh really? So this is what? Just an act to get my attention or something?" The blonde arches a brow.
"Maybe it is." The latina pauses, taking another breath. "I'm not scared of heights, I have no problem flying. I'm scared of falling, you know, to my death. Which people do a lot on ferris wheels."
"Well, we're perfectly safe remember."
Neither knows who leans in first but someone does and all of a sudden they kiss. Soft lips meeting and it’s chaste, barely ghosting over each other.
When they pull apart slightly, Quinn breaths out. “Wow.”
"I'm a great kisser." Santana says into the blonde's lips.
Quinn tries to catch Santana's eye. "We just kissed, why did we--"
“Talk later.” Santana interrupts her, leaning in again for another kiss, this one way more confident than the last. They start to really get into it and when the latina’s hand finds it’s way onto Quinn’s ass, the blonde pulls away again.
“Whoa, slow it down.”
“I only have two settings, Q. Obscene and NC-17.” Neither girl lets go of the other. “Take your pick.”
“Yeah well, we're running on my settings then.” The blonde tries catching her breath.
“Which are what? Prayer and pregnancy?”
Quinn doesn’t have a good response for that other than to mutter bitch and lean in to capture Santana’s lips again.
Then they finally get to the ground and the ferris wheel guy comes over to undo their bar, he grabs his left arm like many people do when they’re about to have a heart attack.
Quinn and Santana have found a healthy medium between Obscene and NC-17.
End.
Fandom: Glee; Santana & Quinn.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Glee so yeah, now you know.
A/N: Beta’d by the always awesome spentayearinla . This is fluff. Sometimes I write the first thing that comes to mind. This is one of those sometimes.
Now we need to redefine,
Tell me where to draw the line.
Close contact on the couch was fine,
Tell me where to draw the line.
Twin Peaks - Surfer Blood
Thursday - October 2nd, 2014
“If she says some shit like that to me again, I’m going to punch her in the throat.”
Quinn just rolls her eyes, tone sardonic while the two girls make their way to a table in the back of the coffee shop. “No you won’t.”
When high school ended, neither girl thought they’d ever see the other again. Maybe they’d talk on the phone a few times a year, and share emails-- at the very least they’d remain facebook friends but they figured that would be the extent of their friendship after that but that was before they realized both had gotten accepted to the same college out in California. Cut to two years later and Quinn and Santana were closer than they had ever been before.
You know, like actual best friends.
“I know you aren’t doubting my ass kicking abilities right now.” Santana looks over to the blonde with an arched brow.
“She’s my roommate, S, you just can’t assault her because you don‘t like her. We took a seminar to fix that problem of yours, remember? Erica isn’t even that bad.”
“That’s just because you’ve grown accustomed to her bullshit.“ The latina nods to herself as the two girls sit down. “Always got something smart to say. See how witty she is all hooked up to monitors and whatever in the hospital while I move into her side of your room.”
“I didn’t know you wanted to be roommates so bad.” Quinn says, blowing on her cup of coffee with an amused smirk.
Santana fixes Quinn with an annoyed look, which didn’t actually express any level of aggravation at all. “Not even. I’m just trying to do you a favor so you don’t have to live with Margret Cho, always running her mouth and perv’ing on you.”
“Do you even know what’s coming out of your mouth right now? Erica isn’t gay and she certainly isn’t perv’ing on me.”
“Yeah, okay.” Santana lets out a rasp chuckle before taking a sip of her hot chocolate. She savors the taste before continuing. “Listen, I know what I’m talking about when it comes to girls being into other girls. Erica Cho is definitely into you. She’s always staring at you with those big, creepy eyes. Kind of like the way Berry use to senior year.”
“Let’s change the topic, please.” Quinn says a bit stiffly and it’s Santana’s turn to roll her eyes, bringing her drink to her lips again. The two girls sit there, not saying anything for a few minutes, just listening to whatever flavor of the month acoustic songwriter is being pumped out of the speakers positioned around the place.
“Whatever.” Santana finally says. “Whatda wanna do tonight?”
“I don’t know.” Quinn shrugs slightly.
“Wanna go play pool at Carmichaels?”
“No.” Quinn says while wrinkling her nose.
“Hang out with John and Mark?”
“Not really.”
“Go to the beach?” Santana asks, frustration becoming more and more apparent.
“I don’t want sand in my hair.”
Santana growls out, setting her cup down on the table. “Fuck, Quinn. What do you wanna do?”
“I said I don’t know, which means I don’t know. That’s why I said it.” Quinn throws attitude right back at Santana. “Something simple, relaxing.”
“Rent a movie and take it back to my room again?” The latina asks, leaning back in her seat while her nails tap a random rhythm against the tabletop.
“Can I pick the movie?” Quinn watches the other girl with suspicion.
“Fine.” Santana shakes her head. “But I get to veto if it’s lame.”
“You get one veto, it’s not going to be like last time.”
Santana grins. “Hey, that’s just what happens when you let someone with obviously inferior taste in movies do the selecting.”
“I’m going to punch you in the throat.”
That gets a laugh out of the latina.
Monday - October 6th, 2014
She shifts in her seat but finds little comfort against the hard plastic while her American Literature professor drones on and on about poetry in the 1960s. The blonde starts to take notes again right before she feels her phone vibrate against her leg. Pulling the tiny device out, she presses a few buttons.
hey blondie, give me ur notes after class
Quinn turns around, looking up at Santana in the row right behind her who just grins and makes a circle motion with her finger for the other girl to turn back around.
The blonde shakes her head but does so and starts to text on her phone, hopefully subtly, under the desk.
stop being lazy and take your own notes
Quinn goes back to writing dates in her notebook. It’s twenty seconds later when she gets another text.
no point since my best friend loves me and wants me to pass this stupid ass class
Shaking her head, the blonde responds.
sorry I only kind of like you and it really depends on the day
Quinn hides a small smile, not turning around when she feels Santana kick the back of her chair.
that’s mean q. come on, i’ll write you a poem
Ten seconds later, Santana sends another text.
roses are red and violets are blue. our professor is hot and so are you.
The blonde can’t hide her smile after that.
Tuesday - October 7th, 2014
Santana’s not sure of the time but it must be early because she’s beyond tired. The latina tries to roll over but finds she can’t, she’s being held down by something. Slowly eyelids lift and russet eyes are staring directly at the peaceful, sleeping face of her best friend whose arm is draped over her waist. It takes a second to register how she got there but then flashes of last night start to go off. They were hanging out for a late night study session and all of a sudden it was three in the morning so instead of having to walk back to her room, Quinn just told Santana that the latina would be staying there and to get her ass in bed.
The black haired girl smiles faintly, staring at Quinn contently for a few minutes before finally deciding that she needs to get up. It takes a lot of skill (the kind Santana has developed from many one night stands) to be able to wiggle out of the blonde’s grasp without waking the other girl up. She puts her shoes on with the intent on using the bathroom and then maybe picking up some breakfast for the two of them before her class at noon.
Walking out into the common room, the only person there to greet her is Erica, who is sitting on the couch with her laptop open.
“Sleep well, whore?” The redhead asks with no hidden amount of loathing.
“Too early for your shit, Cho. If you could go choke on something real quick, I’d much appreciate it.”
“My last name is Michaelson, not Cho.” Erica points out, watching Santana with narrowed eyes.
“Yeah, don’t care.” The latina says with disinterest, moving towards the door to leave.
As Santana gets to the door, Erica calls out. “You know, we set rules at the beginning of the year, Quinn and I. We’re suppose to let the other know in advance if we are having..” The redhead pauses, looking over Santana. “people stay over for the night.”
The black haired girl lets out a very loud sigh, turning around to face Erica again.
“We were studying, it got late, I crashed. No big deal.”
“I’m sure you think so.” Erica says, pausing for a moment as her tongue runs along the roof of her mouth. “But we have rules.”
“Well, I don’t know what to tell you, Cho. Fuck the rules.” Santana leans against the door.
“I don’t know what Quinn sees in you, she could do so much better.”
Santana instantly tenses up. “You wanna run that by me again, or should I just assume it was your usual stupidity and break your face.”
“All I’m saying is that Quinn could find better girls, ones that could make her happier. Ones right under her nose.” Erica shrugs, letting her gaze turn back to her laptop.
The latina stands there for a second before pushing off the door and taking a few threatening steps forward.
“Listen, I’m going to tell you this once so unclog all the crazy from your ears and pay the fuck attention.” Santana hands clench into fists at her side. “You need to wake up and see that Quinn isn’t attracted to creepy mouth breathers-- which automatically puts you out of the race. She’s my best friend and we aren’t together that way but that doesn’t even matter because regardless, you don’t have a shot so cut the stalking shit out and move on.”
The redhead just stares. “Wow, how long have you been pathetically in love with her?”
“What the hell are you going on about?”
“You don’t hide it well, you know.” Erica grins viscously.
Before Santana can respond, Quinn appears in the doorway from the bedroom in her tank-top and shorts with a crazy amount of bedhead.
“What’s up, guys?” The blonde says, voice rasp with sleep.
The latina gives Erica one more look of disgust before turning to Quinn. “Morning, toots. Get your ass dressed, breakfast is on me.”
Quinn looks confused, rubbing at her eyes before turning around and heading back into her room.
“Kay.”
Saturday - October 11th, 2014
“Do you ever miss Britt?”
Quinn and Santana are standing out back of this random house where a party is being thrown, leaning against the wooden railing of the porch.
The latina’s grip on her plastic cup tightens for a second. “Why?”
“Just wondering.” The blonde shrugs, jade eyes searching around everywhere but Santana.
“Well… “ Santana considers for a moment, watching her best friend. “Yeah, duh. Brittany was a big part-- fuck that, Brittany was the biggest part of my life for the longest time. I miss the way we were and how well we worked together.”
Quinn just nods, finally looking back over to the black haired girl.
“To tell you the truth though,” Santana starts. “I don’t really think about her all that much.”
“You don’t?”
The latina shakes her head. “I talk to her every month but… I like my life right now, you know? I’m in a really great fucking place. I’m in a state that doesn’t start with an O and end in hio. I’m doing pretty good in school and I spend everyday with the best friend, the coolest and not too mention hottest chick I know. B was a big part of my past but you know how I live my life, always in the present.”
Neither say anything for a minute or two before Quinn let’s a smirk turn her lips upwards.
“I’m the hottest chick you know?”
“Totally. I can’t count myself and come on, I don‘t have to-- I‘m smoking, everyone knows it. And though people keep saying California is full of good looking girls, I think Lima breeds `em better, probably put something in the water or some shit.”
The blonde laughs, looking down at her drink before back over to Santana. “For the record, you are way too full of yourself.”
“I’m fine with that.” Santana says while flashing a smile full of white teeth.
“But… “ Quinn drawls. “You are pretty smoking.”
“Hell yeah, knew you had the hots for me, Q.” The latina wraps an arm around Quinn’s shoulders, bringing the girl into her side.
Quinn shakes her head. “Way too full of yourself.”
Tuesday - October 14th, 2014
I am a choreographer. That's what I do. You are cheerleaders. Cheerleaders are dancers who have gone retarded. What you do is a tiny, pathetic subset of dancing. I will attempt to turn your robotic routines into poetry, written with the human body. Follow me, or perish, sweater monkeys.
Santana and Quinn are sitting on the couch in the blonde’s common room, Bring It On playing for the second time in a row. Erica is out with friends for the night (when Quinn told her, Santana said ‘That troll actually has friends? I wonder how much she has to pay them‘) so they had the room to themselves. A bowl of popcorn and a few water bottles litter the coffee table.
“Coach Sylvester would have never let this shit fly.”
Quinn nods in agreement. “That’s what I always wonder about when watching this movie. Like, where is their coach? Are they just this rogue band of cheerleaders that get to do whatever the hell they want because if so, totally not fair.”
“I’d call it fair.” The latina leans forward to grab a water bottle and unscrew it. “That’s why they got second place and we won multiple championships.”
“We also got psychologically abused.”
“It made us stronger.” Santana reasons.
“It made that girl Stephanie develop the shakes and a stutter.” Quinn shakes her head. “I’m just saying maybe cheering would have been actually fun without Sue.”
The black haired girl fixes Quinn with a look. “What the hell are you talking about, Fabray? Winning is like the ultimate fun.”
“Forget it, you’re impossible.” The blonde states.
The girls get back into the movie and it’s ten minutes later when all of a sudden, Santana shifts on the couch into a laying position, resting her head in Quinn’s lap without notice.
“Excuse you?”
Santana looks up to the other girl for a second before back to the movie. “Shut your face, this is my favorite part of the movie.”
“I’m not your pillow.” Quinn says with a mixture of annoyance and amusement.
“Yeah you are.”
The blonde stares down at her best friend. “No, I’m not.”
“Well,” The latina begins, moving a hand up to poke at Quinn’s legs. “These things are comfy and since my head is currently resting on them, looks like that makes you a pillow.”
When Quinn starts to shake her legs in attempt to get Santana to sit up, the black haired girl just leans over slightly and bites down into her right thigh.
“S!” The blonde yells.
“Q!” Santana mirrors back just as scandalized.
The short girl has to hold in a laugh but she finally gives up on getting Santana off her lap and instead starts to thread her fingers through the latina’s smooth hair. They watch the movie for a minute with saying anything.
“I hope you’ve gotten your rabies shot recently.”
“You wish you could make me foam at the mouth.” Santana shoots back.
They fall asleep like this about an hour later.
Friday - October 17, 2014
“I kissed a girl and I liked it, the taste of her cherry chap stick!”
“Would you be quiet?” Quinn hisses out.
The two girls are making their way down the hallway. Santana is stumbling her steps while she leans against Quinn for support, arm wrapped around the blonde’s neck.
The latina looks over to her friend, confused. “Don’t you like that song?”
“Yeah, it’s a great song, just love it.”
Santana narrows her eyes for a moment at Quinn’s deadpan tone before shrugging and starts humming it loudly while the blonde basically did all the work getting them down the hallway. The black haired girl leans over a bit more, placing her lips against Quinn’s ear as she continues to hum.
“Would you cut it the hell out?” The blonde huffs. “And be quiet, you’re gonna wake everyone up with your drunken singing.”
“I’m not drunk.”
Quinn gives her a yeah, you wish look.
“I’m not.” The latina insists. “I mean, I’m not sober or anything but I’m far from drunk. You’ve seen me drunk before, remember? This…” A manicured finger points at herself before slowly moving over to poke Quinn on the nose. “isn’t it.”
“Do it again and you’ll lose that finger.”
Santana laughs as they finally make it to her room and she stumbles into the door to unlock it. Once open, the two girls make their way inside of the common room.
“I’m going to drop you off on the couch okay.” Quinn asks in more of a statement kind of way.
“Gross, no.” Santana hangs on tight to Quinn. “I want my bed, not the stupid ass couch.”
“Your roommate is more than likely sleeping, I don’t want to wake her up.”
The latina makes a pft noise. “You can’t wake Becca up, she sleeps like a corpse.”
Quinn doesn’t have it in her to argue anymore so she instead moves them over to Santana’s darkened bedroom, carefully pulling the door open before inching them inside.
“What the hell, go faster snail girl.”
“Shut the fuck up, S.” Quinn whispers with venom watching as Becca shifts over in her bed. The blonde moves them over to Santana’s bed and ungracefully drops the latina onto the soft surface. “There, now you’re in your bed.”
“You’re mean when you’re sober.” Santana states, kicking off her flip-flops.
“Uh huh.” Quinn pauses. “We doing lunch tomorrow?”
“Yes…” The latina drawls, getting under the covers. “You can stay here you know, that way I don’t have to sleep alone.”
The blonde shakes her head. “Can’t, gotta finish a paper for tomorrow.”
“Lame.”
Quinn makes a mhm noise in her throat, turning to leave. “Night.”
“Hey, Q.” Santana calls out in a whisper.
“Yeah?” The blonde turns for a second.
“Love you, girl.”
“Love you too, Lopez.” Quinn smiles before moving out of the room.
Thursday - October 23rd, 2014
Quinn walks into her bedroom, her hair wrapped in a towel and her body covered in a bathrobe and she finds Erica on her bed with a book. The other girl instantly zones in on Quinn’s arrival, puts down her book and scoots to the edge of the bed.
“You have your own bed, thought I’d tell you just in case you forgot.”
Erica laughs loudly. “I didn’t forget. Your bed gets the better light from the window. We’re all about going green remember, no using the lamps during the day.”
“Right.” Quinn says skeptically, moving to her closet.
“How was the showers?”
Quinn pulls a tee shirt off the hanger. “Erica, I told you I don’t do small talk, especially when it’s inane small talk.”
“How about..” All of a sudden the other girl is very close to her, like right behind, running a hand along the blonde’s neck. “we do something other than talking then.”
The blonde takes a step to the side, turning to face Erica with a sneer. “Touch me like that again, and they’ll be searching for all your pieces to put you back together again, for days.”
“Quinn.” Erica laughs, moving back to the bed. “You’re so funny!”
“Not really.” Quinn says dryly, gripping the shirt in her hands tightly.
“What are you doing this afternoon? I was going to go see that new movie, you know the one with that guy in it. You wanna go?”
“Can’t.” The blonde says while grabbing a pair of shorts. “Going shopping with Santana.”
The redhead makes a gagging noise. “Why do you put up with that bitch?”
“That bitch is my best friend.” Quinn states without room for question.
“That all?” Erica questions anyway. “Do you know how she really feels about you?”
“Erica, shut up.”
“I think you do. I think you see the way she looks at you all the time, undressing you. It’s really nauseating.” The redhead sits up straighter, pushing out her chest when Quinn turns around. “You could do so much better.”
Quinn looks unimpressed. “Can you leave? I’d like to get changed.”
“How long have we been roommates, Quinn? I think you can change in front of me, it’s fine.”
The blonde just stares at her for a second.
“Whatever, I’ll change in the bathrooms.” Quinn moves to grab her shoes before pushing through the door.
“Oh come on, don’t be like that!”
Tuesday - October 28th, 2014
hey weirdo why you so tense today
Is the text Quinn gets from Santana mid-way through their American Literature class. The blonde responds wit
I think I’m going to request a rooming transfer
Quinn doesn’t focus on anything until she feels her phone vibrate again.
why is that freak being creepier than usual i can teach her whats up for you.
The blond shakes her head.
just tired of dealing with her, rather live with someone else.
pick me pick me pick me!
Quinn smiles, responding with:
you already have a roommate remember?
consider her dead by the morning.
The blonde turns around to see Santana nodding with mock seriousness. Or what Quinn hopes is mock seriousness and not actual intent.
Friday - October 31st, 2014
The local carnival --always thrown every Halloween-- is alive with lights, and colors, and all kinds of sounds. Kids screaming and cheering as they race from ride to ride, hugging oversized stuffed animals to their bodies. Quinn and Santana are standing in line for the ferris wheel, the blonde leaning against the metal railing as Santana picks at her slushie with her straw.
“Mike called me today.” Santana says off-handedly, distracted.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” Santana nods. “He’s going to be in town for some dance competition in December, wanted to get together with us.”
Quinn smiles. “That’d be awesome, we haven’t seen him in forever it feels like.”
“I told him if he wins, he has to buy us nice things with all the money he gets.
“I’m sure that added more incentive for him.” The blonde rolls her eyes.
Santana takes a sip through her straw. “He did seem more excited, yes.”
The two girls wait for another ten minutes before they're finally at the front of the line. Quinn steps past and moves to get into the compartment. She sees Santana still standing near the ticket guy.
“What are you doing, Lopez? Get over here?”
“You sure you wanna go on this lame ass ride?” Santana asks, looking the ride up and down.
“What are you talking about? We just waited like twenty minutes.” The blonde inspects her best friend. “What, are you scared or something?”
The latina instantly steels herself, moving past the line and getting into the compartment with Quinn. She flashes the blonde a curled lip as the metal bar gets lowered into their laps. “I’m not scared of anything. Especially not some wimpy, boring ride that just goes round and around.”
“That’s good.” Quinn says, holding back a smile.
When the ride starts to move, Santana instantly latches onto Quinn’s arm who has to pry the fingers out of her skin before taking the latina’s hand into her own and giving the girl a comforting squeeze.
“Scared of nothing, right?”
“Right.” Santana confirms, letting out a long exhale and she seems to slowly calm down before the ride stops and their compartment is of course stuck at the very top, swinging slightly and it causes the black haired girl to tense up again.
“Relax, S.” Quinn coos.
“We’re stuck three hundred feet in the air and she tells me to relax.”
“Santana, we aren’t three hundred feet in the air. We’re barely thirty.” Quinn shakes her head, using her free hand to turn the other girl’s face towards her. “We’re fine, perfectly safe.”
They look at each other for the longest moment.
"Perfectly safe?" Santana repeats.
Quinn nods, thumb grazing the latina's cheek back and forth.
"I didn't know you were afraid of heights."
"I'm not." Santana says instantly.
"Oh really? So this is what? Just an act to get my attention or something?" The blonde arches a brow.
"Maybe it is." The latina pauses, taking another breath. "I'm not scared of heights, I have no problem flying. I'm scared of falling, you know, to my death. Which people do a lot on ferris wheels."
"Well, we're perfectly safe remember."
Neither knows who leans in first but someone does and all of a sudden they kiss. Soft lips meeting and it’s chaste, barely ghosting over each other.
When they pull apart slightly, Quinn breaths out. “Wow.”
"I'm a great kisser." Santana says into the blonde's lips.
Quinn tries to catch Santana's eye. "We just kissed, why did we--"
“Talk later.” Santana interrupts her, leaning in again for another kiss, this one way more confident than the last. They start to really get into it and when the latina’s hand finds it’s way onto Quinn’s ass, the blonde pulls away again.
“Whoa, slow it down.”
“I only have two settings, Q. Obscene and NC-17.” Neither girl lets go of the other. “Take your pick.”
“Yeah well, we're running on my settings then.” The blonde tries catching her breath.
“Which are what? Prayer and pregnancy?”
Quinn doesn’t have a good response for that other than to mutter bitch and lean in to capture Santana’s lips again.
Then they finally get to the ground and the ferris wheel guy comes over to undo their bar, he grabs his left arm like many people do when they’re about to have a heart attack.
Quinn and Santana have found a healthy medium between Obscene and NC-17.
End.