with a little help from a friend - part six
Title: With a Little Help from a Friend
Author:
kalexico
Pairing, Character(s): Quinn Fabray/Santana Lopez
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 1769
Summary: Time to take it up a notch...
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part one, part two, part three, part four, part five
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A/N: People following the Glee Live tour and have seen the .gifs/video's of Naya taking off her pink jacket during River Deep, Mountain High - keep that visual in mind for this chapter.
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One week. Seven days - God knows how many hours. That's how long Santana had been going without sex and she couldn't quite believe it. Naturally, she didn't count the times she had been pleasuring herself whenever Quinn was out. No way was she going to admit that it was getting to her. The fact that her roommate was so damn sexy wasn't exactly helping either.
The other day, when she returned from working out, she looked so fuckable it was unreal. That messy hair, the slight panting, the sweat shining on her flesh, the way she absent-mindedly pulled her tank over her head as soon as the door was closed... nothing but a sports bra and tiny shorts, enough to get Santana to nearly explode.
She didn't see Quinn every second of the day. She knew that theoretically, she could still hook up with people for quickies. But she was Santana Lopez, a woman of her word. There was also the tiny detail that Quinn had the scary ability to see straight through her bullshit and call her out on it when she was lying. And scary Quinn was... well... scary.
At first, she was able to convince herself that the prospect of strap-on sex with Quinn at the end of the month was what kept her going. But lately, she found it harder and harder to deny that she actually enjoyed pursuing the girl. She also found it harder and harder to deny that the idea of actually dating Quinn was appealing.
She had known the blonde for as long as she could remember. She knew that she could trust her - and let trust be a major issue for Santana. Quinn was safe, Quinn understood her. She was also fun to be around, having loosened up considerably since those New York Nationals. Quinn calmed her, they balanced each other out. But the blonde still managed to surprise her at times. She was cute as hell when she was sleepy and she was a hilarious drunk. She was smart and she didn't let Santana boss her around. She stood up against the brunette. She called her out on her bullshit. She had become very accepting and open. Santana also considered her to be brave and strong after all she went through in high school and where she was now. Santana knew she missed Beth, but it was about the only topic they never discussed. Santana knew that she didn't have to fool or impress Quinn, she could be herself around her. Find peace and love and warmth. And god forbid if anyone ever found out, but that's all she'd ever wanted.
Getting Quinn to date her had passed the purpose of sex. She really wanted to, and she had tried to show the blonde, but she didn't seem to believe her. She was being stubborn as hell, but that was Quinn Fabray for you. So, Santana set up a plan.
She picked up her phone and searched her contact list for Tina. Tina Cohen-Chang was the only one from Lima they knew here. They didn't see her very often, but Quinn met up with her regularly.
"Santana?" Tina sounded confused and a little scared.
"Tina, you're throwing a party tomorrow night."
"W-what?"
"Oh come on now, we all know your stutter was fake. Tomorrow, you're throwing a party. I know you're living in a house with a couple of roommates. Just have everyone bring their alcohol. You make an event on Facebook and invite as many people as possible, but please no jerks or bigots. They're bound to show up either way, just don't invite them. Also, make sure it's hot in your house. Deal?"
"Santana - what? I don't see you or hear from you in months and you expect me to do whatever you say?"
"You don't have to do it for me, do it for Quinn. It's all part of a plan to make Quinn happy."
"So if I call her now she will confirm this."
"Don't call her - she can't know I'm involved."
"Why does this sound so fishy?"
Santana sighed. "Look... just do what I ask you. I'll explain it to you later."
"I don't know, Santana. I mean - what is this? What are you aiming at? Can't you just take her out to some club if partying will make her happy?"
"Please, Tina?"
"Wow - can you say that again?" Tina asked, now amused.
Santana gritted her teeth. "Please. I'm begging you."
"I never thought I'd live to see the day-"
"Tina, don't fucking push it! If you do this for me, I'll buy you a ticket to L.A. so you can visit Mike."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Deal."
"Great. Tomorrow, your place. Invite Quinn."
Now that this part of the plan was settled, Santana could focus on the most important one. She had checked if Tina had kept her promise - Quinn indeed knew about the party and was going. Santana told her roommate that she would be meet her at the party, stating she had to work at the bar she sometimes helped out at.
In reality, she met up with a classmate and got dressed at their dorm. She smirked at her reflection. This was going to work. Quinn couldn't deny her now.
Quinn had been a bit surprised at the invitation to a party at Tina's house as it was so last minute, but she was actually looking forward to it. She was already there, dancing with random strangers, enjoying the music and a drink.
She noticed quite some heads turning, so she looked in the same direction. She blinked and felt like all the air was being sucked from her lungs. So unfair.
There was Santana, sauntering towards her in her green dress. That green-figure hugging short dress that made Quinn lose her mind. She grumbled, knowing that Santana knew how she felt about this particular dress.
"Hi Quinn," Santana smiled innocently, leaning in to kiss the girl on the cheek, making sure to touch her arm.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Quinn growled, pulling her aside.
"What do you mean?"
"That... dress," Quinn mumbled, her eyes ravishing the Latina.
"What about it?"
"Fuck, Santana... you know I can't... you're... ugh."
Santana wanted to answer her with a witty remark, but didn't get the chance to. Before she knew it, Quinn was all over her. Her lips on Santana's neck, her hands all over the place, as if she didn't know what part of her body she wanted to touch the most - greedily squeezing her breasts, sliding over her stomach to her ass, to her legs, to her back to push her closer. Quinn pressed her hips against her.
"Woah, Quinn!" Santana pushed Quinn away. Okay, so her plan had worked, but she hadn't expected it to work within five seconds. She hated pushing Quinn away because seriously, she hadn't been touched like that in a week, but she had to stick to the plan.
"Come on, Santana," Quinn breathed. "Just let me-"
Santana grabbed Quinn's hands and held them behind the blonde's back, pushing their bodies together.
"Do you want to go to a room? We can go to a room," Quinn said hurriedly.
"You never could keep your hands off me in that dress," Santana smirked. "And as much as I'd love to do you right now, I'm afraid I can't."
"What? Why?"
"I have this deal with a really hot blonde that I can't have sex with someone unless I'm dating them. Unless I know them, like them, respect them, want to be together with them."
"Santana, for fuck's sake, this is not the moment to-"
"At first, I thought it was terrible," Santana continued as if she hadn't heard Quinn. "But then this week, I began to see she was right. I found this girl that I really want to date for millions of reasons, but she doesn't want to date me, even though I'm trying to be romantic and nice and not sexual."
"Fine!" Quinn nearly yelled. "Fine. I'll date you. You got what you want now? We're dating. Can we please go and have sex now?"
Santana smirked. Wow, she had never known Quinn to be so easy. "I'm overjoyed that you've agreed to date me, but I'll have to refuse that offer. You see, I want to date you first, take you out, spend time with you engaging in non-sexual activities. We will have sex when the time is right."
"But Santana-"
"No, Quinn, you were the one who had the idea in the first place."
"But it's not fair! You're wearing the Dress."
"You never told me I couldn't."
Quinn was still eyeing the Latina hungrily. "Can you at least go and put on something else? You're making it impossible for me," she whined.
"If you promise me to go out on a date with me."
"Yes, I promise."
"So, to make this thing official. Quinn Fabray, will you go out with me?"
"YES! How many times? Now I'm going to the kitchen cause I seriously cannot be this close to you when you're looking like this and not touch you. I'm going to get a drink and by the time I get back, I want you gone to put on something else."
"Will you be okay, though? You seem really turned on."
"I'll be fine."
"Maybe a cold shower would be good for you. Tell you what, come back to the dorm with me. I'll dress in something very unsexy while you have that cold shower and then we can cuddle up and watch some lame ass MTV crap. This party has too many guys eyeing you."
"Okay," Quinn relented. "But we're traveling separately."
"Why? Can't you control yourself around me?"
Quinn gave her a very pointed look that proved Santana right. Tina chose that moment to appear by their sides.
"Tina - I'm sorry, but Santana and I are going to go back to the dorm."
"Oh, why?" Tina looked at Santana, clearly curious about this turn of events. She couldn't help quickly checking the Latina out. She was as straight as they come, but one would have to be blind not to see that this body was just flawless.
"Quinn's not feeling well," Santana smirked. Not a complete lie, right? "Thanks for inviting us, though."
"Okay. Well, I hope you'll feel better soon," Tina said before being whisked away by one of her roommates.
"Me too," Quinn muttered under her breath. She practically drooled over Santana's ass as her roommate sauntered away.
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Author:
kalexico
Pairing, Character(s): Quinn Fabray/Santana Lopez
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 1769
Summary: Time to take it up a notch...
_______
part one, part two, part three, part four, part five
_______
A/N: People following the Glee Live tour and have seen the .gifs/video's of Naya taking off her pink jacket during River Deep, Mountain High - keep that visual in mind for this chapter.
_______
One week. Seven days - God knows how many hours. That's how long Santana had been going without sex and she couldn't quite believe it. Naturally, she didn't count the times she had been pleasuring herself whenever Quinn was out. No way was she going to admit that it was getting to her. The fact that her roommate was so damn sexy wasn't exactly helping either.
The other day, when she returned from working out, she looked so fuckable it was unreal. That messy hair, the slight panting, the sweat shining on her flesh, the way she absent-mindedly pulled her tank over her head as soon as the door was closed... nothing but a sports bra and tiny shorts, enough to get Santana to nearly explode.
She didn't see Quinn every second of the day. She knew that theoretically, she could still hook up with people for quickies. But she was Santana Lopez, a woman of her word. There was also the tiny detail that Quinn had the scary ability to see straight through her bullshit and call her out on it when she was lying. And scary Quinn was... well... scary.
At first, she was able to convince herself that the prospect of strap-on sex with Quinn at the end of the month was what kept her going. But lately, she found it harder and harder to deny that she actually enjoyed pursuing the girl. She also found it harder and harder to deny that the idea of actually dating Quinn was appealing.
She had known the blonde for as long as she could remember. She knew that she could trust her - and let trust be a major issue for Santana. Quinn was safe, Quinn understood her. She was also fun to be around, having loosened up considerably since those New York Nationals. Quinn calmed her, they balanced each other out. But the blonde still managed to surprise her at times. She was cute as hell when she was sleepy and she was a hilarious drunk. She was smart and she didn't let Santana boss her around. She stood up against the brunette. She called her out on her bullshit. She had become very accepting and open. Santana also considered her to be brave and strong after all she went through in high school and where she was now. Santana knew she missed Beth, but it was about the only topic they never discussed. Santana knew that she didn't have to fool or impress Quinn, she could be herself around her. Find peace and love and warmth. And god forbid if anyone ever found out, but that's all she'd ever wanted.
Getting Quinn to date her had passed the purpose of sex. She really wanted to, and she had tried to show the blonde, but she didn't seem to believe her. She was being stubborn as hell, but that was Quinn Fabray for you. So, Santana set up a plan.
She picked up her phone and searched her contact list for Tina. Tina Cohen-Chang was the only one from Lima they knew here. They didn't see her very often, but Quinn met up with her regularly.
"Santana?" Tina sounded confused and a little scared.
"Tina, you're throwing a party tomorrow night."
"W-what?"
"Oh come on now, we all know your stutter was fake. Tomorrow, you're throwing a party. I know you're living in a house with a couple of roommates. Just have everyone bring their alcohol. You make an event on Facebook and invite as many people as possible, but please no jerks or bigots. They're bound to show up either way, just don't invite them. Also, make sure it's hot in your house. Deal?"
"Santana - what? I don't see you or hear from you in months and you expect me to do whatever you say?"
"You don't have to do it for me, do it for Quinn. It's all part of a plan to make Quinn happy."
"So if I call her now she will confirm this."
"Don't call her - she can't know I'm involved."
"Why does this sound so fishy?"
Santana sighed. "Look... just do what I ask you. I'll explain it to you later."
"I don't know, Santana. I mean - what is this? What are you aiming at? Can't you just take her out to some club if partying will make her happy?"
"Please, Tina?"
"Wow - can you say that again?" Tina asked, now amused.
Santana gritted her teeth. "Please. I'm begging you."
"I never thought I'd live to see the day-"
"Tina, don't fucking push it! If you do this for me, I'll buy you a ticket to L.A. so you can visit Mike."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Deal."
"Great. Tomorrow, your place. Invite Quinn."
Now that this part of the plan was settled, Santana could focus on the most important one. She had checked if Tina had kept her promise - Quinn indeed knew about the party and was going. Santana told her roommate that she would be meet her at the party, stating she had to work at the bar she sometimes helped out at.
In reality, she met up with a classmate and got dressed at their dorm. She smirked at her reflection. This was going to work. Quinn couldn't deny her now.
Quinn had been a bit surprised at the invitation to a party at Tina's house as it was so last minute, but she was actually looking forward to it. She was already there, dancing with random strangers, enjoying the music and a drink.
She noticed quite some heads turning, so she looked in the same direction. She blinked and felt like all the air was being sucked from her lungs. So unfair.
There was Santana, sauntering towards her in her green dress. That green-figure hugging short dress that made Quinn lose her mind. She grumbled, knowing that Santana knew how she felt about this particular dress.
"Hi Quinn," Santana smiled innocently, leaning in to kiss the girl on the cheek, making sure to touch her arm.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Quinn growled, pulling her aside.
"What do you mean?"
"That... dress," Quinn mumbled, her eyes ravishing the Latina.
"What about it?"
"Fuck, Santana... you know I can't... you're... ugh."
Santana wanted to answer her with a witty remark, but didn't get the chance to. Before she knew it, Quinn was all over her. Her lips on Santana's neck, her hands all over the place, as if she didn't know what part of her body she wanted to touch the most - greedily squeezing her breasts, sliding over her stomach to her ass, to her legs, to her back to push her closer. Quinn pressed her hips against her.
"Woah, Quinn!" Santana pushed Quinn away. Okay, so her plan had worked, but she hadn't expected it to work within five seconds. She hated pushing Quinn away because seriously, she hadn't been touched like that in a week, but she had to stick to the plan.
"Come on, Santana," Quinn breathed. "Just let me-"
Santana grabbed Quinn's hands and held them behind the blonde's back, pushing their bodies together.
"Do you want to go to a room? We can go to a room," Quinn said hurriedly.
"You never could keep your hands off me in that dress," Santana smirked. "And as much as I'd love to do you right now, I'm afraid I can't."
"What? Why?"
"I have this deal with a really hot blonde that I can't have sex with someone unless I'm dating them. Unless I know them, like them, respect them, want to be together with them."
"Santana, for fuck's sake, this is not the moment to-"
"At first, I thought it was terrible," Santana continued as if she hadn't heard Quinn. "But then this week, I began to see she was right. I found this girl that I really want to date for millions of reasons, but she doesn't want to date me, even though I'm trying to be romantic and nice and not sexual."
"Fine!" Quinn nearly yelled. "Fine. I'll date you. You got what you want now? We're dating. Can we please go and have sex now?"
Santana smirked. Wow, she had never known Quinn to be so easy. "I'm overjoyed that you've agreed to date me, but I'll have to refuse that offer. You see, I want to date you first, take you out, spend time with you engaging in non-sexual activities. We will have sex when the time is right."
"But Santana-"
"No, Quinn, you were the one who had the idea in the first place."
"But it's not fair! You're wearing the Dress."
"You never told me I couldn't."
Quinn was still eyeing the Latina hungrily. "Can you at least go and put on something else? You're making it impossible for me," she whined.
"If you promise me to go out on a date with me."
"Yes, I promise."
"So, to make this thing official. Quinn Fabray, will you go out with me?"
"YES! How many times? Now I'm going to the kitchen cause I seriously cannot be this close to you when you're looking like this and not touch you. I'm going to get a drink and by the time I get back, I want you gone to put on something else."
"Will you be okay, though? You seem really turned on."
"I'll be fine."
"Maybe a cold shower would be good for you. Tell you what, come back to the dorm with me. I'll dress in something very unsexy while you have that cold shower and then we can cuddle up and watch some lame ass MTV crap. This party has too many guys eyeing you."
"Okay," Quinn relented. "But we're traveling separately."
"Why? Can't you control yourself around me?"
Quinn gave her a very pointed look that proved Santana right. Tina chose that moment to appear by their sides.
"Tina - I'm sorry, but Santana and I are going to go back to the dorm."
"Oh, why?" Tina looked at Santana, clearly curious about this turn of events. She couldn't help quickly checking the Latina out. She was as straight as they come, but one would have to be blind not to see that this body was just flawless.
"Quinn's not feeling well," Santana smirked. Not a complete lie, right? "Thanks for inviting us, though."
"Okay. Well, I hope you'll feel better soon," Tina said before being whisked away by one of her roommates.
"Me too," Quinn muttered under her breath. She practically drooled over Santana's ass as her roommate sauntered away.
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