fanfic: Charmander's A Lizard, Right? [6/?], PG-13 (Quinn/Santana)
Title: Charmander's A Lizard, Right? [6/?]
Author: wanderinghope & backitup_baby
Fandom: Glee
Pairings/Characters: Quinn/Santana
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,355
Spoilers: Through 2x12
Summary: Written for this prompt at the glee_kink_meme. Santana got her lizard obsession from Quinn.
A/N: This fic was written by wanderinghope (as Quinn and Finn) and backitup_baby (as Santana)!
Chapters: ( One | Two | Three | Four | Five)
Chapter Six
The summer before their sophomore year, things between Quinn and Santana had kind of reached an awkward truce that, of course, neither of them were really talking about. After Quinn had started dating Finn and Santana had started dating Puck, though, it was definitely hard to go back to the way things were between them. They still saw each other, though, usually with Brittany, and sometimes with the other people in their clique.
Santana worked at the country club’s pool as a lifeguard in the summer, so she’d spent the morning working on her tan and gossiping with Brittany when she came over with her family to swim. They had just left, though, and Santana had already read through her magazines so she was feeling pretty bored. The pool wasn’t too crowded, though, and the other lifeguard looked like he could handle it for a couple minutes, so Santana made her way in to get lunch and tried not to act too obviously like she had noticed Quinn already inside. She managed to get a hamburger and a smoothie without being too awkward, then sat down at a table to eat.
Judy and Russel Fabray had been long standing members at Lima’s Country Club so it became Quinn’s summer hangout as she grew up and this summer was no different. Of course the blonde knew that Santana was working there, but that wasn’t about to ruin the most awesome summer ever.
With her parents at work at Santana stuck in a lifeguard chair all day, Quinn had invited Finn along to lunch. As she flipped through her menu, Santana and Finn entered the dining room at the same time. Of course she heard Finn tripping over things and looked up to scowl at him, but instead spotted her former best friend. Which explained her following actions.
“Finn, sweetie, over here!” Quinn called out sweetly and waved him over. “I’m so glad you’re back. I was thinking we could split a milkshake. What do you think about that? You like strawberry right?”
Finn looked around a little confused, wondering if Quinn was really speaking to him, but just shrugged and sat down at the table with her. “Uh... yeah, except it’s pink which is kind of girly, which sucks. Except it tastes so good. I mean. Yeah. I like strawberry.”
Santana was doing her best to ignore the two of them, but it was really hard when Quinn was being so loud about milkshakes. She scowled and focused on her food instead, then jumped a bit when her phone suddenly went off. And of course it was some dirty text from Puck asking her if she was wearing panties. She rolled her eyes, then couldn’t help but shoot a glare over at Quinn and Finn due to her mood.
Finn looked up when he heard a phone go off and grinned at the sight of Santana. “Hey, Pez, why are you sitting over there by yourself? Come sit with us.”
“Finn,” Quinn shrieked, far too upset for it to be normal. “We’re supposed to be on a date. There’s no room for third wheels.”
“Well I can’t tell her not to come over here, I already said it,” Finn mumbled back, looking down at his plate.
Santana briefly considered pretending like she hadn’t heard, but she’d totally looked up again once Finn had called over to her and now they would know that she had seen and heard them and if she didn’t go over she would totally be a pussy about it. So she got up, very reluctantly, picked up her things, and sat down at their table with a fake-bored look on her face. “Hey, guys.”
Quinn continued to glare at Finn but once Santana set down her food the blonde turned her head, giving the same bored expression. “Hi Santana.”
“Dude, that burger looks so good,” Finn blurted out as soon as Santana was there. “Is that mozzarella or pepperjack cheese?”
“Pepperjack,” Santana said, glad for the diversion. “And I totally got bacon, cause... like, why not,” she added then, clearly talking just to Finn. “Want an onion ring?”
“How cool is it that we all like bacon? We should all just have bacon, right Quinn?” Finn said, already biting into one of the offered onion rings.
“I don’t think bacon and pesto pasta that I’m getting go that well together,” Quinn said stiffly. “And obviously it can’t go in the milkshake we’re sharing. So... if you want bacon get it yourself.”
“Quinn’s just no fun,” Santana said, very lightly, before deciding to send Puck a reply right now after all. Except she still wasn’t very good at this sexting thing yet.
“I’m lots of fun, right Finn,” Quinn said, giving her boyfriend a pointed look.
“Of course he’s going to say yes,” Santana replied, very sweetly, and resisted (just barely) the urge to roll her eyes.
Finn looked between the girls, wondering what the hell was going on, before just nodding a bit. It was better to agree with Quinn, whether he really understood what was going on or not, rather than have her yell at him later. “She does other fun stuff besides eat bacon,” he tried, hoping he was defending her honor enough.
“Quinn used to be fun,” Santana said, almost musingly, reaching for an onion ring. “But maybe it’s just that you aren’t that fun either, Finn.” If she was going to have to sit there while both of them were all couple-y, at least she could insult them both.
“Why are you being so nasty, Santana,” Quinn asked through gritted teeth.
“I’m just being honest,” Santana said, popping another onion ring into her mouth and, once she’d swallowed, flashing Quinn a smile.
“Well your honesty isn’t appreciated and I never wanted you to sit here anyway, so why don’t you take it somewhere else,” Quinn said, not even trying to hide her glare now.
“Except Finn wanted me to be here, right, Finn?” Santana replied, ignoring Quinn for the time being. “Don’t let her just boss you around like that.”
“I’m his girlfriend, I can boss him around if I want,” Quinn said, before Finn even had a chance to reply.
“Good thing I’m not a lesbo because I’d hate dating you,” Santana said primly.
“I feel sorry for whatever loser you end up dating,” Quinn snapped back.
“Oh, I heard you two are boning,” Finn said casually, as he chewed on a fry.
Santana shot a look of terror over at Quinn, before refining it into one of anger and turning her head to look at Finn next. “What the fuck?”
“What, I didn’t tell him anything,” Quinn said in a panicked voice. “You didn’t tell anyone did you? I didn’t tell anyone. How the fuck does he know?”
“I didn’t tell anyone,” Santana said through gritted teeth, still looking at Finn. “What the fuck?” she repeated.
“What?” Finn asked, thoroughly confused. “I mean, why would Quinn tell me? She never talks about sex. She barely even lets me kiss her,” he said, drifting off for a moment before refocusing. “Puck told me.”
“You never let him kiss you, Q?” Santana asked, her mood suddenly brightening obviously. She almost forgot that apparently Puck talked about her like they were fucking, even though they weren’t yet. “Well, that’s interesting. Maybe you’re just not very attracted to him.”
“I am very attracted to Finn. And we do kiss,” she said, first glaring at Santana and then Finn. “But whatever, my romantic life isn’t any of your business.”
“And mine isn’t anyone’s business either,” Santana said, shooting another glare at Finn.
“I was just trying to distract you two from going at it with each other,” Finn said, eating more fries.
“We don’t go at it, Finn,” Quinn said coldly. “We don’t do anything. Because I don’t even know who she is anymore,” the blonde added dramatically.
“You wish you could go at it,” Santana couldn’t help but say in response, standing up and picking up her tray. “See ya.”
Author: wanderinghope & backitup_baby
Fandom: Glee
Pairings/Characters: Quinn/Santana
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,355
Spoilers: Through 2x12
Summary: Written for this prompt at the glee_kink_meme. Santana got her lizard obsession from Quinn.
A/N: This fic was written by wanderinghope (as Quinn and Finn) and backitup_baby (as Santana)!
Chapters: ( One | Two | Three | Four | Five)
Chapter Six
The summer before their sophomore year, things between Quinn and Santana had kind of reached an awkward truce that, of course, neither of them were really talking about. After Quinn had started dating Finn and Santana had started dating Puck, though, it was definitely hard to go back to the way things were between them. They still saw each other, though, usually with Brittany, and sometimes with the other people in their clique.
Santana worked at the country club’s pool as a lifeguard in the summer, so she’d spent the morning working on her tan and gossiping with Brittany when she came over with her family to swim. They had just left, though, and Santana had already read through her magazines so she was feeling pretty bored. The pool wasn’t too crowded, though, and the other lifeguard looked like he could handle it for a couple minutes, so Santana made her way in to get lunch and tried not to act too obviously like she had noticed Quinn already inside. She managed to get a hamburger and a smoothie without being too awkward, then sat down at a table to eat.
Judy and Russel Fabray had been long standing members at Lima’s Country Club so it became Quinn’s summer hangout as she grew up and this summer was no different. Of course the blonde knew that Santana was working there, but that wasn’t about to ruin the most awesome summer ever.
With her parents at work at Santana stuck in a lifeguard chair all day, Quinn had invited Finn along to lunch. As she flipped through her menu, Santana and Finn entered the dining room at the same time. Of course she heard Finn tripping over things and looked up to scowl at him, but instead spotted her former best friend. Which explained her following actions.
“Finn, sweetie, over here!” Quinn called out sweetly and waved him over. “I’m so glad you’re back. I was thinking we could split a milkshake. What do you think about that? You like strawberry right?”
Finn looked around a little confused, wondering if Quinn was really speaking to him, but just shrugged and sat down at the table with her. “Uh... yeah, except it’s pink which is kind of girly, which sucks. Except it tastes so good. I mean. Yeah. I like strawberry.”
Santana was doing her best to ignore the two of them, but it was really hard when Quinn was being so loud about milkshakes. She scowled and focused on her food instead, then jumped a bit when her phone suddenly went off. And of course it was some dirty text from Puck asking her if she was wearing panties. She rolled her eyes, then couldn’t help but shoot a glare over at Quinn and Finn due to her mood.
Finn looked up when he heard a phone go off and grinned at the sight of Santana. “Hey, Pez, why are you sitting over there by yourself? Come sit with us.”
“Finn,” Quinn shrieked, far too upset for it to be normal. “We’re supposed to be on a date. There’s no room for third wheels.”
“Well I can’t tell her not to come over here, I already said it,” Finn mumbled back, looking down at his plate.
Santana briefly considered pretending like she hadn’t heard, but she’d totally looked up again once Finn had called over to her and now they would know that she had seen and heard them and if she didn’t go over she would totally be a pussy about it. So she got up, very reluctantly, picked up her things, and sat down at their table with a fake-bored look on her face. “Hey, guys.”
Quinn continued to glare at Finn but once Santana set down her food the blonde turned her head, giving the same bored expression. “Hi Santana.”
“Dude, that burger looks so good,” Finn blurted out as soon as Santana was there. “Is that mozzarella or pepperjack cheese?”
“Pepperjack,” Santana said, glad for the diversion. “And I totally got bacon, cause... like, why not,” she added then, clearly talking just to Finn. “Want an onion ring?”
“How cool is it that we all like bacon? We should all just have bacon, right Quinn?” Finn said, already biting into one of the offered onion rings.
“I don’t think bacon and pesto pasta that I’m getting go that well together,” Quinn said stiffly. “And obviously it can’t go in the milkshake we’re sharing. So... if you want bacon get it yourself.”
“Quinn’s just no fun,” Santana said, very lightly, before deciding to send Puck a reply right now after all. Except she still wasn’t very good at this sexting thing yet.
“I’m lots of fun, right Finn,” Quinn said, giving her boyfriend a pointed look.
“Of course he’s going to say yes,” Santana replied, very sweetly, and resisted (just barely) the urge to roll her eyes.
Finn looked between the girls, wondering what the hell was going on, before just nodding a bit. It was better to agree with Quinn, whether he really understood what was going on or not, rather than have her yell at him later. “She does other fun stuff besides eat bacon,” he tried, hoping he was defending her honor enough.
“Quinn used to be fun,” Santana said, almost musingly, reaching for an onion ring. “But maybe it’s just that you aren’t that fun either, Finn.” If she was going to have to sit there while both of them were all couple-y, at least she could insult them both.
“Why are you being so nasty, Santana,” Quinn asked through gritted teeth.
“I’m just being honest,” Santana said, popping another onion ring into her mouth and, once she’d swallowed, flashing Quinn a smile.
“Well your honesty isn’t appreciated and I never wanted you to sit here anyway, so why don’t you take it somewhere else,” Quinn said, not even trying to hide her glare now.
“Except Finn wanted me to be here, right, Finn?” Santana replied, ignoring Quinn for the time being. “Don’t let her just boss you around like that.”
“I’m his girlfriend, I can boss him around if I want,” Quinn said, before Finn even had a chance to reply.
“Good thing I’m not a lesbo because I’d hate dating you,” Santana said primly.
“I feel sorry for whatever loser you end up dating,” Quinn snapped back.
“Oh, I heard you two are boning,” Finn said casually, as he chewed on a fry.
Santana shot a look of terror over at Quinn, before refining it into one of anger and turning her head to look at Finn next. “What the fuck?”
“What, I didn’t tell him anything,” Quinn said in a panicked voice. “You didn’t tell anyone did you? I didn’t tell anyone. How the fuck does he know?”
“I didn’t tell anyone,” Santana said through gritted teeth, still looking at Finn. “What the fuck?” she repeated.
“What?” Finn asked, thoroughly confused. “I mean, why would Quinn tell me? She never talks about sex. She barely even lets me kiss her,” he said, drifting off for a moment before refocusing. “Puck told me.”
“You never let him kiss you, Q?” Santana asked, her mood suddenly brightening obviously. She almost forgot that apparently Puck talked about her like they were fucking, even though they weren’t yet. “Well, that’s interesting. Maybe you’re just not very attracted to him.”
“I am very attracted to Finn. And we do kiss,” she said, first glaring at Santana and then Finn. “But whatever, my romantic life isn’t any of your business.”
“And mine isn’t anyone’s business either,” Santana said, shooting another glare at Finn.
“I was just trying to distract you two from going at it with each other,” Finn said, eating more fries.
“We don’t go at it, Finn,” Quinn said coldly. “We don’t do anything. Because I don’t even know who she is anymore,” the blonde added dramatically.
“You wish you could go at it,” Santana couldn’t help but say in response, standing up and picking up her tray. “See ya.”