with a little help from a friend - part four
Title: With a Little Help from a Friend
Author:
kalexico
Pairing, Character(s): Quinn Fabray/Santana Lopez
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 904
Summary: Santana begins her plan.
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part one, part two, part three
Cancel any plans you have for tonight. Be at the dorm by 6.30 PM.
x Santana
Quinn read the note for the fifth time. She had found it in her bag as she got out her books for the first lecture of the day. She just didn't understand. She had expected Santana to be away every night in search of someone to date, so she could have sex sooner.
She spent all day wondering what the note was about. When she arrived at the dorm, however, the door was locked. She banged on it. "Santana! Did you forget about our deal?"
"Just a minute!"
Quinn crossed her arms, wondering what the hell she was doing in there. When she opened the door, the blonde's jaw met the floor with a loud thud. Santana was wearing a very, very tight red dress that hugged her body in all the right places, a slit ensuring a good view of her leg.
"Hi." She flashed a million watt smile.
"S-Santana?" Quinn stuttered.
"Come on in." That sultry voice was just too much.
No, Quinn. Don't touch her. She expects you to want to touch her.
Another voice piped in. Just look at her. You can get that, now. Look at that body. Imagine the things you could do to her. Look at her endless legs, look how tight that dress is.
Quinn groaned without realising it. Her eyes were fixed on the Latina's breasts. She was finding it very hard not to jump her.
You need her. Now.
No, you don't. You can do this, Quinn. You're a big girl. Focus. Look at the room. Look at anything but not at her.
The blonde couldn't believe her eyes. She had set up tealights all around the room. Soft music was playing in the background and she even had two flutes and a bottle of champagne. Quinn decided not to bother wondering how she had managed to get that in here.
The Latina locked the door behind her and sat down on Quinn's bed. She had arranged the pillows so that it would provide support. With a gesture of her hand, she invited Quinn join her. Quinn had no choice but to lean against her. She felt underdressed.
"What is this, Santana?"
"This is our first date."
Quinn looked at her, scowling. "You didn't ask me out. I didn't agree on this date."
"Yet you're here."
"You didn't say it was a date!"
"I said I wanted you to come to a place at a certain hour and to cancel any other plans. Sounds like a date to me." She moved and handed me a glass of champagne. "Come on, Q, just enjoy yourself."
"Santana - this isn't a date."
"You came here, though."
"I was curious! What would you do when I left a note like that?"
"I'd come here," she shrugged. Then she grinned. "Don't you like it, though?"
Quinn had to admit that she had always been a sucker for sappy romantic gestures. But it was not going to cut it.
"You tricked me."
"Oh come on, you're making a big deal out of nothing."
"Fine. We're going to drink this champagne and talk or whatever, but it's not a date. Besides, weren't you going to go out to meet new people, you know, so that you can actually get yourself a boyfriend or a girlfriend?"
"That's kind of what I'm doing, Quinn."
"Wait - me? You want to date me?"
"That sounds about right."
"Santana, you're not taking this seriously."
"I am. I want to make you mine, Quinn Fabray."
Quinn sighed and decided to go along with it for the night. Santana had done an effort, after all. The Latina had probably puked several times getting this idea and setting it up, but she had done so, for Quinn.
Quinn had a hard time keeping her hands to herself. For fuck's sake, she thought. I am the one who lectured her on treating sex too lightly yet here I am, wanting to pin her to that bed and fuck her silly. But she looks so damn delicious, and that smell, she's just... ugh.
Quinn almost expected some guttural groans to escape her throat as Santana bent over to get stuff. She was fairly sure she would start humping the air at some point.
After a while, Santana changed into a more comfortable tank and tiny shorts for bed. Not that it was helping the wetness pooling in Quinn's panties. She was pretty sure she could host pool parties down there by now.
The next morning, Santana was already gone when the blonde woke up. On her desk, she found a rose with a note.
A beautiful flower for a beautiful girl.
I know how sappy that is. You know how much this kills me. I hope you see I'm serious, though, hot stuff. 'Cause really, it's fucking mortifying buying flowers if you're a girl. I'm pretty sure the shop assistant thought I was either a basket case or trying to turn my boyfriend gay. They don't think I might be, me looking so feminine and everything. I'm not gay, by the way. Well, maybe I'm gay for Fabray. Maybe I'm Fagay.
So typically Santana to write a note like that. Quinn sighed in defeat. If nothing else, this could be interesting - Santana actually pursuin a girl, making a complete fool of herself.
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Author:
kalexico
Pairing, Character(s): Quinn Fabray/Santana Lopez
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 904
Summary: Santana begins her plan.
_______
part one, part two, part three
Cancel any plans you have for tonight. Be at the dorm by 6.30 PM.
x Santana
Quinn read the note for the fifth time. She had found it in her bag as she got out her books for the first lecture of the day. She just didn't understand. She had expected Santana to be away every night in search of someone to date, so she could have sex sooner.
She spent all day wondering what the note was about. When she arrived at the dorm, however, the door was locked. She banged on it. "Santana! Did you forget about our deal?"
"Just a minute!"
Quinn crossed her arms, wondering what the hell she was doing in there. When she opened the door, the blonde's jaw met the floor with a loud thud. Santana was wearing a very, very tight red dress that hugged her body in all the right places, a slit ensuring a good view of her leg.
"Hi." She flashed a million watt smile.
"S-Santana?" Quinn stuttered.
"Come on in." That sultry voice was just too much.
No, Quinn. Don't touch her. She expects you to want to touch her.
Another voice piped in. Just look at her. You can get that, now. Look at that body. Imagine the things you could do to her. Look at her endless legs, look how tight that dress is.
Quinn groaned without realising it. Her eyes were fixed on the Latina's breasts. She was finding it very hard not to jump her.
You need her. Now.
No, you don't. You can do this, Quinn. You're a big girl. Focus. Look at the room. Look at anything but not at her.
The blonde couldn't believe her eyes. She had set up tealights all around the room. Soft music was playing in the background and she even had two flutes and a bottle of champagne. Quinn decided not to bother wondering how she had managed to get that in here.
The Latina locked the door behind her and sat down on Quinn's bed. She had arranged the pillows so that it would provide support. With a gesture of her hand, she invited Quinn join her. Quinn had no choice but to lean against her. She felt underdressed.
"What is this, Santana?"
"This is our first date."
Quinn looked at her, scowling. "You didn't ask me out. I didn't agree on this date."
"Yet you're here."
"You didn't say it was a date!"
"I said I wanted you to come to a place at a certain hour and to cancel any other plans. Sounds like a date to me." She moved and handed me a glass of champagne. "Come on, Q, just enjoy yourself."
"Santana - this isn't a date."
"You came here, though."
"I was curious! What would you do when I left a note like that?"
"I'd come here," she shrugged. Then she grinned. "Don't you like it, though?"
Quinn had to admit that she had always been a sucker for sappy romantic gestures. But it was not going to cut it.
"You tricked me."
"Oh come on, you're making a big deal out of nothing."
"Fine. We're going to drink this champagne and talk or whatever, but it's not a date. Besides, weren't you going to go out to meet new people, you know, so that you can actually get yourself a boyfriend or a girlfriend?"
"That's kind of what I'm doing, Quinn."
"Wait - me? You want to date me?"
"That sounds about right."
"Santana, you're not taking this seriously."
"I am. I want to make you mine, Quinn Fabray."
Quinn sighed and decided to go along with it for the night. Santana had done an effort, after all. The Latina had probably puked several times getting this idea and setting it up, but she had done so, for Quinn.
Quinn had a hard time keeping her hands to herself. For fuck's sake, she thought. I am the one who lectured her on treating sex too lightly yet here I am, wanting to pin her to that bed and fuck her silly. But she looks so damn delicious, and that smell, she's just... ugh.
Quinn almost expected some guttural groans to escape her throat as Santana bent over to get stuff. She was fairly sure she would start humping the air at some point.
After a while, Santana changed into a more comfortable tank and tiny shorts for bed. Not that it was helping the wetness pooling in Quinn's panties. She was pretty sure she could host pool parties down there by now.
The next morning, Santana was already gone when the blonde woke up. On her desk, she found a rose with a note.
A beautiful flower for a beautiful girl.
I know how sappy that is. You know how much this kills me. I hope you see I'm serious, though, hot stuff. 'Cause really, it's fucking mortifying buying flowers if you're a girl. I'm pretty sure the shop assistant thought I was either a basket case or trying to turn my boyfriend gay. They don't think I might be, me looking so feminine and everything. I'm not gay, by the way. Well, maybe I'm gay for Fabray. Maybe I'm Fagay.
So typically Santana to write a note like that. Quinn sighed in defeat. If nothing else, this could be interesting - Santana actually pursuin a girl, making a complete fool of herself.
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