Beautiful Nightmare (2/?)
Title: Beautiful Nightmare
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: NC-17 (just to be safe)
Summary: Is Santana really worth chasing after? (Eventual Brittany/Santana, a bit of FaBerry on the side.)
Spoilers: Season 1, just to be safe.
Disclaimer: Still own nothin'...
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Quinn sighed as she flopped back on her bed. She smiled as she felt a small arm wrap across her stomach and opened her eyes to see deep brown ones staring back at her.
“How is she?” The small brunette asked. Quinn sighed and shrugged.
“Not great. Man, Santana really needs a kick up the ass.”
“Or a smack around the head. Although I will most definitely not be the one to perform such a task-” She glanced at the beautiful blonde who now had her arms wrapped around her. “-she'd totally punch me in the face, and I cannot afford to have any damage done to my face.” She pouted at her own thought and Quinn chuckled.
“I won't let her touch you Rach, how's that?” She winked down at the smaller girl who grinned back before kissing her softly on the lips.
Rachel pulled back and rested her head on Quinn's chest and was silent for a few minutes.
“How can Santana do it though. I mean you can tell there's something between them, something strong. I mean I don't understand how she can act like that towards Brittany and still go around fornicating with other boys.”
Quinn raised an eyebrow and smirked.
“Fornicating, Rach?”
The smaller girl blushed.
“You know what I mean. I just don't get it. I would never even think about doing that to you, I-” She paused slightly and buried her face into Quinn's neck and murmured something. Quinn could barely make out she was talking, the warm breath and slight tingle of lips moving against her skin the only indication.
“I didn't quite catch that last bit Rach...”
She sighed and moved her head slightly.
“I care too much about you to hurt you like that.”
Quinn smiled softly and cupped Rachel's face, moving her closer as she slowly leaned down to catch her lips in a long, sweet kiss.
“I know you wouldn't baby, and I'd never do anything like that to you either. Promise.” She murmured the last word against her lips before briefly catching them again. She pulled away and wrapped her arms around the small brunette before laying back down, Rachel resting comfortably into her side again.
“So what are we going to do?” She asked whilst trying to stifle a yawn. The blonde girl shrugged again.
“I have absolutely no idea, I mean-” before she could finish Rachel had leapt off her bed and was digging around in a drawer. She let out a happy kind of squeak and jumped back on the bed, sitting with her legs crossed facing Quinn, who was pouting at the sudden loss of contact.
“And here I was thinking you were tired...” She mumbled as the brunette grabbed a few pens.
“We need to make a detailed plan. We can call it 'How to give Santana a kick up the ass without actually having to make any physical contact as to avoid said ass kicking being reversed.' ” She grinned proudly at Quinn who laughed at her whilst sitting up herself.
“and intensified.” She leaned over and kissed Rachel's forehead.
“Maybe we should work on the name later.”
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Brittany woke up to her phone ringing on her bedside table. She grumbled as the vibrations coming from it caused the device to fall to the floor. She blindly felt around for it and grabbed it. She felt her stomach drop as she looked at the screen. 7 missed calls and numerous texts, all from one person.
Santana.
She sighed and deleted the messages without looking at them, she didn't want the temptation of the Latina's company to cancel out this whole 'space' plan she had going on. They were most likely just Santana asking if she could come over to give her the details on her date anyway, which Brittany figured would be one of the worst things to endure right now.
Still, she felt guilty.
She stared at her phone again and sighed before dialling a familiar number.
It rang a few times before a sleepy voice answered.
“Hello?” Brittany smiled at how cute her friend's voice sounded, but immediately felt guilty as she heard another voice in the background growl slightly before asking who it was.
She heard the soft voice murmur something to the other person followed by some shuffling before it went silent again.
“Sorry B, Rachel didn't get a great night's sleep last night so she's a bit grumpy this morning.” She smiled as she thought of Rachel and Quinn cuddled up in bed together being all couple-y. She couldn't deny the slight pang of jealousy she felt as she silently wished that Santana and her could be like that.
“Santana tried calling me, and left me loads of texts. I didn't know what to do so I deleted them.” She blurted out.
“Well, that's good. You don't need stuff clouding your judgement right now.” Brittany blinked. What did clouds have to do with anything? She shrugged it off. There was silence for a few seconds before Brittany resumed talking.
“I want to see her, I miss her so much and it's only been a day.” She cursed how small her voice sounded.
“I know you do B, but if you let her come over it's just going to make things harder for you. Santana cares about you, but she needs to realise that if she keeps acting how she is, she's going to lose you.”
“What if she doesn't realise?”
“Trust me Britt, she'll realise real soon. I'm sure of it.” The ditzy blonde wondered how Quinn was so sure about Santana.
She must be psychic.
- - - - - - - - - - -
Quinn crawled back into bed and immediately wrapped her arms around the sleeping brunette next to her. She kissed the back of her neck before closing her eyes. She was just drifting off to sleep when her phone's ringtone blared throughout the room. She quickly made a grab for it before Rachel woke up again.
“What?” She growled out as she wondered just what was with everyone calling her so early in the morning.
“What the hell crawled up your ass Fabray?” Quinn rolled her eyes and let her head fall back onto the pillow with a soft thud.
“Nothing crawled up my ass as you so eloquently put it Santana, I'm just wondering what power it is up there that's decided that me having any form of lie this morning isn't happening.” She sighed and dragged her hand lazily through her hair.
“You've been hanging around the midget too much, you're starting to sound like her.”
“Santana! I've told you not to call her that! Now have you called for anything in particular or just to insult my girlfriend, because if it's the latter, then this conversation is over.” She heard laughing down the phone and felt her anger rising.
“Santana-” She warned before the other end went quiet.
“Ok, ok. Look have you heard from Brittany at all? She seemed a bit off yesterday and I can't get hold of her.”
“We've spoken, yes.” She decided to keep things vague.
“Oh so she's alive then.” Sarcasm dripped through the Latina's words. “Great, that means she's ignoring me then.”
“Look, I cant speak for Brittany. Honestly, right now really isn't the greatest time to be talking about anything. Can we meet up later?” She heard a deep sigh from the other end of the line.
“Fine, it's not like I have anything better to do with my day now.”
“Wow, thanks Santana.” She decided against voicing the bitter come back she had ready, not wanting to get into an argument with the cheerleader so painfully early in the morning.
“Ugh, get over it Q. You know what I mean. So are you coming over later then?”
“I'll be over after lunch.”
Quinn turned off her phone after saying goodbye to Santana to prevent any more interruptions. She snuggled back into her girlfriend and wrapped her arms around her petite waist once more. The small brunette moaned softly as she felt the light kiss placed on top of her head.
“Plan's coming along then?” She muttered as she turned to face Quinn.
“Plan!? Seriously Rach? You had me really excited with all your enthusiasm, I honestly thought it was going to be the plan of the century. Then all you could come up with in the end was me bitching to her until she got it through her stubborn skull.” She huffed as Rachel giggled softly.
“Well it sounds to me like it's all going the way we planned then.” She mumbled tiredly with a soft grin plastered on her face.
Quinn opened her mouth to respond but realised that Rachel's breathing had evened out again. She pressed one last kiss to her girlfriend's temple before she started to drift off once more.
Thanks for reading!
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: NC-17 (just to be safe)
Summary: Is Santana really worth chasing after? (Eventual Brittany/Santana, a bit of FaBerry on the side.)
Spoilers: Season 1, just to be safe.
Disclaimer: Still own nothin'...
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Quinn sighed as she flopped back on her bed. She smiled as she felt a small arm wrap across her stomach and opened her eyes to see deep brown ones staring back at her.
“How is she?” The small brunette asked. Quinn sighed and shrugged.
“Not great. Man, Santana really needs a kick up the ass.”
“Or a smack around the head. Although I will most definitely not be the one to perform such a task-” She glanced at the beautiful blonde who now had her arms wrapped around her. “-she'd totally punch me in the face, and I cannot afford to have any damage done to my face.” She pouted at her own thought and Quinn chuckled.
“I won't let her touch you Rach, how's that?” She winked down at the smaller girl who grinned back before kissing her softly on the lips.
Rachel pulled back and rested her head on Quinn's chest and was silent for a few minutes.
“How can Santana do it though. I mean you can tell there's something between them, something strong. I mean I don't understand how she can act like that towards Brittany and still go around fornicating with other boys.”
Quinn raised an eyebrow and smirked.
“Fornicating, Rach?”
The smaller girl blushed.
“You know what I mean. I just don't get it. I would never even think about doing that to you, I-” She paused slightly and buried her face into Quinn's neck and murmured something. Quinn could barely make out she was talking, the warm breath and slight tingle of lips moving against her skin the only indication.
“I didn't quite catch that last bit Rach...”
She sighed and moved her head slightly.
“I care too much about you to hurt you like that.”
Quinn smiled softly and cupped Rachel's face, moving her closer as she slowly leaned down to catch her lips in a long, sweet kiss.
“I know you wouldn't baby, and I'd never do anything like that to you either. Promise.” She murmured the last word against her lips before briefly catching them again. She pulled away and wrapped her arms around the small brunette before laying back down, Rachel resting comfortably into her side again.
“So what are we going to do?” She asked whilst trying to stifle a yawn. The blonde girl shrugged again.
“I have absolutely no idea, I mean-” before she could finish Rachel had leapt off her bed and was digging around in a drawer. She let out a happy kind of squeak and jumped back on the bed, sitting with her legs crossed facing Quinn, who was pouting at the sudden loss of contact.
“And here I was thinking you were tired...” She mumbled as the brunette grabbed a few pens.
“We need to make a detailed plan. We can call it 'How to give Santana a kick up the ass without actually having to make any physical contact as to avoid said ass kicking being reversed.' ” She grinned proudly at Quinn who laughed at her whilst sitting up herself.
“and intensified.” She leaned over and kissed Rachel's forehead.
“Maybe we should work on the name later.”
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Brittany woke up to her phone ringing on her bedside table. She grumbled as the vibrations coming from it caused the device to fall to the floor. She blindly felt around for it and grabbed it. She felt her stomach drop as she looked at the screen. 7 missed calls and numerous texts, all from one person.
Santana.
She sighed and deleted the messages without looking at them, she didn't want the temptation of the Latina's company to cancel out this whole 'space' plan she had going on. They were most likely just Santana asking if she could come over to give her the details on her date anyway, which Brittany figured would be one of the worst things to endure right now.
Still, she felt guilty.
She stared at her phone again and sighed before dialling a familiar number.
It rang a few times before a sleepy voice answered.
“Hello?” Brittany smiled at how cute her friend's voice sounded, but immediately felt guilty as she heard another voice in the background growl slightly before asking who it was.
She heard the soft voice murmur something to the other person followed by some shuffling before it went silent again.
“Sorry B, Rachel didn't get a great night's sleep last night so she's a bit grumpy this morning.” She smiled as she thought of Rachel and Quinn cuddled up in bed together being all couple-y. She couldn't deny the slight pang of jealousy she felt as she silently wished that Santana and her could be like that.
“Santana tried calling me, and left me loads of texts. I didn't know what to do so I deleted them.” She blurted out.
“Well, that's good. You don't need stuff clouding your judgement right now.” Brittany blinked. What did clouds have to do with anything? She shrugged it off. There was silence for a few seconds before Brittany resumed talking.
“I want to see her, I miss her so much and it's only been a day.” She cursed how small her voice sounded.
“I know you do B, but if you let her come over it's just going to make things harder for you. Santana cares about you, but she needs to realise that if she keeps acting how she is, she's going to lose you.”
“What if she doesn't realise?”
“Trust me Britt, she'll realise real soon. I'm sure of it.” The ditzy blonde wondered how Quinn was so sure about Santana.
She must be psychic.
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Quinn crawled back into bed and immediately wrapped her arms around the sleeping brunette next to her. She kissed the back of her neck before closing her eyes. She was just drifting off to sleep when her phone's ringtone blared throughout the room. She quickly made a grab for it before Rachel woke up again.
“What?” She growled out as she wondered just what was with everyone calling her so early in the morning.
“What the hell crawled up your ass Fabray?” Quinn rolled her eyes and let her head fall back onto the pillow with a soft thud.
“Nothing crawled up my ass as you so eloquently put it Santana, I'm just wondering what power it is up there that's decided that me having any form of lie this morning isn't happening.” She sighed and dragged her hand lazily through her hair.
“You've been hanging around the midget too much, you're starting to sound like her.”
“Santana! I've told you not to call her that! Now have you called for anything in particular or just to insult my girlfriend, because if it's the latter, then this conversation is over.” She heard laughing down the phone and felt her anger rising.
“Santana-” She warned before the other end went quiet.
“Ok, ok. Look have you heard from Brittany at all? She seemed a bit off yesterday and I can't get hold of her.”
“We've spoken, yes.” She decided to keep things vague.
“Oh so she's alive then.” Sarcasm dripped through the Latina's words. “Great, that means she's ignoring me then.”
“Look, I cant speak for Brittany. Honestly, right now really isn't the greatest time to be talking about anything. Can we meet up later?” She heard a deep sigh from the other end of the line.
“Fine, it's not like I have anything better to do with my day now.”
“Wow, thanks Santana.” She decided against voicing the bitter come back she had ready, not wanting to get into an argument with the cheerleader so painfully early in the morning.
“Ugh, get over it Q. You know what I mean. So are you coming over later then?”
“I'll be over after lunch.”
Quinn turned off her phone after saying goodbye to Santana to prevent any more interruptions. She snuggled back into her girlfriend and wrapped her arms around her petite waist once more. The small brunette moaned softly as she felt the light kiss placed on top of her head.
“Plan's coming along then?” She muttered as she turned to face Quinn.
“Plan!? Seriously Rach? You had me really excited with all your enthusiasm, I honestly thought it was going to be the plan of the century. Then all you could come up with in the end was me bitching to her until she got it through her stubborn skull.” She huffed as Rachel giggled softly.
“Well it sounds to me like it's all going the way we planned then.” She mumbled tiredly with a soft grin plastered on her face.
Quinn opened her mouth to respond but realised that Rachel's breathing had evened out again. She pressed one last kiss to her girlfriend's temple before she started to drift off once more.
Thanks for reading!