mean dean

[logbush]

Masterlist

Quinn Fabray

Partners

Apologies

Beautiful

Defender

Lost Something?

Misrememberings

New Kid on the Block

Crazy for You

Jealousy, Jealousy

First Love

Santana Lopez

P.Y.T

The Locker Room

Cardigan

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Cardigan

900 words

angst

santana lopez x reader

A/n: back from my rut!! i've had a lot going on rn with school about to start, so i haven't been posting, i am working on requests rn and i will try to get them out as quick as i can.

“y/n!” you heard someone yell out. you turned, searching for the voice. a brunette comes running towards you, “i need to tell you something,” rachel says quietly. you raised an eyebrow and shook your head “i honestly doubt what you have to say is something i could care about,” you stated beginning to walk away from her. the brunette chases after you “i guarantee you do want to know” she whispered next to you as you both walked down the hall. you sighed before stopping and looking down at her, “what do you want rachel?”

she took your hand and dragged you to an empty classroom where you sat down on one of the desks and looked at the brunette “whats so important that you need to tell me, rach?” you questioned. rachel sighed and made eye contact “you cant be mad at me okay, i’m just the messenger,” she started. you raised your eyebrow, maybe you should hear this. “she cheated on you.” she sputtered out. you sat stunned. santana wouldn’t do that to you, would she? “no she didnt,” you begged out, hoping that she was just lying. she nodded “she did, over the summer, with brittany” rachel took your hands in hers “i’m sorry i’m the one that had to tell you this y/n.”

your breathing began getting heavy. the brunette put her arms around you, trying to comfort you in anyway possible. you didnt fight it, in fact you wrapped your arms around her and pulled her closer to you. she whispered soft ‘im sorry’s and ‘it’ll be okay’s. you cried. no one sees you cry.

~

you and santana had planned a date that night. you needed to know if rachel was telling you the truth. you two weren’t planning to go out that night so you were just dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants. you sat in your bedroom, planning on how you would confront her. knocking came from downstairs. its now or never.

you walked downstairs, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down. you opened the front door, seeing the latina cheerleader dressed in a tank top and pj pants. she was holding your favorite snacks and drinks. how could she be so sweet after what she did. you stepped to the side, allowing santana to walk in. you closed the door and turned to face her, watching her put down the things she had brought.

the cheerleader sat down on your couch before looking up at you with a smile. you didnt return it and instead just sat next to her. she looked at you with concern “whats wrong baby?” she asked quietly as she began to wrap her arms around you, her head on your shoulder. you continued to stare straight ahead. “did you ever plan on telling me?” you quizzed. you felt santana gulp against your shoulder blade “plan on telling you what?” she questioned in reply. you stood up and looked down at her. “you and brittany. did you plan on telling me?” you stated again.

santana stood up and looked at you. “who told you about that?” she stammered out, dodging the question again. you scoffed. “it doesn’t matter who told me. its true isn’t it?” you felt tears begin to form in your eyes. the cheerleader sighed and nodded “yes,” she said meekly. you scoffed, “how could you do this to us?” you yelled out. you hadn’t planned on yelling, you both knew this was just your emotions getting to you. you watched as tears fell onto her cheeks. “can we talk about this?” she begged.

you were fuming. the latina walked up to you, but you quickly walked backwards to create distance between the two of you. she instead just stood a few feet infront of you “she doesn’t mean anything to me like you do” she wept. you sighed and watched her, “why did you do it?” you inquired. santana was breathing heavily before sitting back down on your couch. “i dont know, you were away on vacation and i-“ her breathing heavily interrupted her thoughts, “she was there when you weren’t” she stated meekly. you let out a deep breath “are you serious?” you tried to keep your voice down but she knew you were even more pissed than before.

santana looked up at you and shrugged slightly “i dont know, y/n, it just, happened” she murmured. you scoffed, “i need you to leave santana.” her eyes quickly shot up to meet yours. “y/n, we can talk about this-“ she started. you cut her off quickly. “we’ve talked about it enough.” you spat out. her eyes were watering as she stood up. you pointed to the door “leave.” you said again. she sighed before turning towards the door and walking to it. “for what it’s worth, im sorry” she said before she walked out the door.

you ran upstairs to your room and sat down on your bed, allowing yourself to break down. how could she do this? you went to your desk and started to destroy every photo of her you could find. the photo you took of her on your first date? cut up. the photo of her meeting your mom? torn to shreds. the photo of her on your first valentine’s day together? lit on fire.

you were broken when you met her. she fixed you, and then she broke you again.

[logbush]

Naya Rivera.

on the wake of this day, you will have been gone for three years.

three years without you.

what are the words to say.

you were so caring and beautiful and you were literally that girl. i still remember and rewatch when you went on lip sync battle and did that big sean song that he wrote about you. you were that girl.

Santana Lopez continues to be the number one contributor to my figuring out of my sexuality. i hope you know the impact you had on kids everywhere figuring out their sexuality.

you were such an inspiration to me. you were never scared to say what you wanted and i try to model myself after that. you weren't scared of what people said about you.

a celebrities death has never hit me as hard as yours did.

i'm sorry it took until after you were gone for people to realize how amazing you are.

i wish you could see the amount of people who love you.

[velvetcloak]

Schiaparelli | fall 2014

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First Love

1247 words

angst

quinn fabray x reader

A/n: i am working on all of your requests i promise!! i'm just trying to get out everything i already have written by now. please send in your requests!!

quinn sighed as she looked at her clock, 6:30 am, time to get up. she groaned and leaned up. she hadn’t been to school since it happened. that was three months ago. people began wondering if she was okay, she had people knocking at her door just for her mom to say “she’s okay, no need to worry”. of course, people were worried anyways. her mom opened her door, the light quickly blinding the blond “quinnie, i need you to go to school,” she said quietly. “if it becomes too much you can call me and ill come pick you up. but i would really like it if you could make it a full day honey,”

quinn groaned. it already felt too much. she got up and went to her bathroom, not caring enough to turn the light on. she began running a brush through her hair, as soon as she caught a tangle she stopped caring and walked down stairs. she put a pair of slides on before walking out of the door, “can i walk?” she asked her mom hoarsely. her mom nodded “of course honey, stay safe.”

quinn walked into school about ten minutes after she left her house. she wasn’t paying attention as she walked down the hall. everyone else was however. she looked like a walking zombie, makeup on from three months ago, a mess of her hair, her clothes were stained in all of the colors in the rainbows. she didnt care, you weren’t there. there wasn’t anything for her to look good for anymore. santana and brittany spotted her from across the hall and rushed over to her. “oh girl..” santana started before taking quinn’s hand and walking with her to an empty classroom. brittany walked next to them “you look like me after i left the sewers” brittany said once they reached the classroom. santana looked at quinn and sat down on one of the desks.

“say something quinn” santana stated, looking at the blonde. quinn shrugged “theres nothing to say” she said meekly. brittany stood behind quinn gently rubbing her shoulders, trying to loosen her up. “you need to get out the anger you’re holding, because this” santana paused, using her finger to look up and down at the blonde “this is not the quinn i know” the blonde let out a shaky breath before collapsing on the floor, crying in a way she hadn’t since it happened. “it should’ve been me” she said in between sobs. santana and brittany knelt down next to her, wrapping their arms around her.

“i really think this rachel and finn getting married thing is stupid” you said in the passenger side of quinn’s car. she was driving to the chapel they had planned on, her hand on your thigh. “i dont either, they’re really young dont you think?” you nodded in reply “i mean they’re going to end up together anyways, might as well get it over with now” she chuckled softly. the blonde looked down at her phone as it kept buzzing.'WHERE ARE YOU??' it read. she grabbed her phone deciding to quickly text rachel back “hey dont text and drive, didnt your parents ever teach you that?” you said jokingly, you were on the back roads, what could happen? quinn began typing her text. as soon as she did she heard a honk before a loud CRASH. quinn was out for a few minutes, but as soon as she woke up she looked at you, you were pale “y/n? can you hear me?” no response. she felt tears form in her eyes before she heard sirens.

“quinn?” santana said softly “we’re here for you,” she hugged the blonde tighter. brittany then spoke up “i can see if i can get you a therapy session with lord tubbington but hes kind of backed up this month” quinn shook her head “i cant believe i was so stupid.” she yelled out. santana shook her head “no you’re not stupid” santana reassured. the blonde stood up and shook her head “santana. my stupidity killed the love of my life. i am the reason y/n isn’t here anymore. its my fault.” she yelled out, emphasizing certain words to get her point across. santana grabbed quinn’s hand before yanking her into the choir room.

quinn’s tears were still falling as she walked in. the glee club looked stunned “wow, quinn, its good to see you” mr schuester said as she stood still “i cant be here” she mumbled before running out of the room.

quinn sat in the waiting room of the hospital, it was a miracle she made it out with little injuries, just a little scrape on her forehead. you must've taken most of the blunt force. “ms. fabray? would you like to see y/n now? she’s in a coma, we’re not sure if she will make it out” a nurse asked once she walked in. the blonde shot up and nodded before following the nurse to your room. she walked in before her heart dropped to her stomach. you were laid down on the bed, wires coming out of you, attached to different medical devices. the quiet beeping of the heart rate monitor flooded her senses. she pulled up a chair and sat next to you before finally breaking down. “im so sorry y/n,” she said taking her hand in yours. “im so sorry i ever let this happen to you. this is all my fault.” she began breathing heavy “i know you can make it out of this. you’re strong enough.” her sobs took over her. her head laid on your stomach, not trying to hold it back anymore.

“how was your day honey?” quinn’s mom asked once she walked in the door. the blonde ignored her, instead just going straight up to her room. she sat on her bed curled up for hours in one of your hoodies, replaying that moment over and over again.

quinn sat on the bed next to you, desperately trying to pretend you’re still with her. she was holding your hand with her head on your chest, just like she used to do. the beeping from the heart monitor was keeping her calm. until, it stopped. quinn shot up as soon as she heard the flat line, spamming the 'call nurse' button desperately. the nurse rushed in with a doctor. the nurse tried to usher quinn out of the room but she stood still. the doctor sighed before shaking her head “we were too late” she mumbled “what are you talking about?” quinn asked “bring her back. please.” she begged. the doctor shook her head “we cant” the doctor stated. the blonde fell to her knees. “we’ll give you some time” said the nurse. quinn stood back up and looked down at you. “im so sorry baby” she managed to get out between her sobs. she knelt back down before taking your necklace off and putting it on herself, a way for her to always keep your memory alive within her. “i love you, i will never love anyone as much as i love you,” she started “im so sorry i let this happen to you” her sobs quickly overwhelmed her. she held you for as long as she was able.

within a matter of seconds, you were taken from her. everything she had planned was wiped away from her. she didnt know if she could recover. she didn't know how she could recover.

[logbush]

quinn & r holding hands because theres a crowd but not letting go when they get out of it theyre each other’s crushes so like friends to lovers if you can

Jealousy, Jealousy

1221 words

kinda fluff, kinda angst

quinn fabray x reader

A/n: i tried to expand on this idea, i hope it works well for you!

you sat next to quinn in your physics class. she was scribbling away on her notebook, not caring about what the teacher had to say. you were watching her closely, admiring all of her features. her soft, pillowy skin. her soft golden hair pulled back to a ponytail. you were quickly snapped out of thought when quinn turned her head to look at you “you know, i can feel when you’re staring at me” she whispered with a smile so the teacher wouldn’t notice your conversation. you shook your head with a grin, “i wasn’t staring at you” you tried to cover yourself “i was looking out the window behind you” she turned to look at the window, “no you weren’t” she looked back at you. you just shook your head with a smile.

~

you walked down the hall, everywhere you looked you saw a hundreds of posters of prom. another reminder that you had no one to go with. of course, you wanted to go with quinn, and not just as friends. you wanted to dance with her and kiss her proudly. quinn however, was up for queen with finn hudson, quarterback. “y/n!” a voice echoed as the blonde walked down the halls, people clearing her way like she was parting the red sea. you quickly turned around with a smile “whats up q?” you asked. she stood next to you, “will you help me hang up more posters later?” you gave her a tight lipped smile before nodding “sure” you replied.

quinn furrowed her brows at you “whats wrong?” she questioned. you shook your head “nothings wrong” the blonde didnt take this for an answer “you’re not telling the truth” you pinched her cheeks with a smile, something you two always did when one of you was sad. “im okay q, ill see you later” quinn smiled at your action, “okay, ill see you later” she said as she walked towards the direction of her next class, slightly swaying her hips.

you walked to your locker and got out your books you need for your next class. your locker slammed shut, making you jump at the sound. “we need to talk” santana said. you looked at her, confused “what do we have to talk about?” you questioned “you like quinn, its obvious,” you blushed at this “i need to make brittany jealous, you need to make her jealous” you quickly cut her off “why would i need to make quinn jealous?” you questioned her “the same reason i need to make brittany jealous, to get her in your arms, now” she put her finger up “dont interrupt me again,” she paused for a few moments before continuing “heres my plan, we run for prom king and queen, brittany runs into my arms and quinn runs into yours” santana paused to see if you needed anything clarified “but were both girls?” santana groaned “that doesnt matter, but one of us is going to have to run for king” she paused with a smug look on her face “and that is going to be you” you shrugged “cool, tell me if i need to do anything else” you said before walking off.

~

you were sat in your living room, reading a book on your couch before loud knocking from the door interrupted your thoughts. you sighed and put your book down before standing up and walking to the door. the knocking didnt stop until you opened the door. a certain blonde was stood still, her brows furrowed with her other hand on her hip. “whats up lucy q?” you only used this name in private, as you know that quinn didnt want anyone knowing about her past.

“you’re running from prom court with santana?” she yelled. you looked around before walking outside and closing the door. “whats wrong with that?” you questioned. the blonde scoffed “she’s just using you to make brittany jealous!” she didnt lower her volume “whatever, even is she is at least have someone to go with!” you matched her tone.

quinn knew this was a dig at her. you two used to go to everything together, it didnt matter what. she looked stunned “im sorry, i shouldn’t have-“ quinn cut you off with her finger “save it” she said as she walked back to her car. you wanted to chase her, but you knew she would just push you away if you tried.

~

prom night quickly approached. you and santana had gotten ready together, her in a bright red dress, you in a suit with a bright red tie to match. “i think our plan is already working” you said softly. she looked at you sadly “quinn get pissed?” she asked walking towards you. you nodded before wrapping your arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. the latina was shocked by your affection before wrapping her arms tight around you. “this will all work out, i promise” she reassured.

~

you sat at a table, watching as santana danced with brittany. your head was pounding like crazy, and not to mention the crowd of people you had to walk through to even get a glimpse at the girl you where here for. you put your head down on the table and tried to block out the loud sound from the speakers with your hands. you stayed like this until you felt a warm hand rubbing up and down your back “i can always sense when you’re in pain” you hear a familiar voice and shot up, causing you to groan in pain. quinn looked down at you before taking your hand and pulling you out of the gymnasium. she stopped after you were pulled into a far hallway, attempting to block any sound that could've came from the gym.

you looked at her and sighed. the blonde girl in front of you put a hand on your cheek, not letting go of your hand with her other. “why’d you go for prom court with her?” she questioned. you sighed “she said that if we went for prom court it would make you and brittany jealous” quinn raised an eyebrow “why did you want to make me jealous” you could see her lips start curling back into a smile before she stopped herself. you ignored this before taking a deep breath “i like you a lot quinn, like a lot a lot, more than friends” her smile took over her face before she moved her hand on your cheek and grabbed the back of your neck. she pulled you closer before pressing her lips onto yours. you were stunned for a moment before kissing her back.

you two stayed in this position before pulling away once air was a necessity. quinn smiled at you once you opened your eyes. “i guess our little plan worked huh y/n” santana appeared from the the corner of your eye. brittany stood behind her “dang it! now i owe lord tubbington 20 dollars!” quinn laughed at the girl before pulling you by her hand, which she must’ve been holding for at least 5 minutes now. “call us if one of us wins but im gonna take y/n home” the blonde said beginning to walk with you out of the building.

“oh i guess my plan worked a little too well huh?”

[lovefoolthatsme]

ha ha quinn mews

[logbush]

are your requests still open, i would like to request Quinn Fabray and freader meeting when Quinn sees r walk into a street sign, something cute and funny of Quinn being attracted to clumsy r because of her walking into the street sign

Crazy for You

873 words

fluff

quinn fabray x reader

A/n: please send in more requests guys lmao. i only have so many ideas lolol. like literally anything you can think of

you loved new york. the sights, running around the city, and not to mention broadway. it was your dream to live here. but for now, you were just here for show choir nationals.

you stood in the middle of time square, taking in all of the sights. you stood like this until your best friend, santana lopez, grabbed your shoulders and shook you gently in an attempt to scare you. you jumped at this before looking at her, visually loosing up. “dont do that san” you said as she stood next to you. “its pretty isn’t it?” santana asked. you nodded “i’ve always loved it here” she smiled and looked at you “okay we need to talk, you know that pretty blonde girl you like” she said as she turned to you. you breathed in slowly to calm yourself down just at the thought of her. “you can say quinn, its not going to hurt you” santana rolled her eyes, “she’s over there” she said while nudging her head to her right. you quickly followed her head before internally swooning. you could tell she was laughing, and not just one of her giggles, but one of her hearty laughs.

santana put her hand on your back before pushing you in her direction. “you have to come with me,” you stated, not taking your eyes off of the girl. the cheerleader next to you rolled her eyes “sure whatever” she began walking towards quinn but you stood still “y/n, come on” she stopped and looked at you. you didn’t move “im scared” santana laughed and grabbed your hand. “you’ll be okay”

you were not okay.

“hey quinn!” santana yelled to the blonde. quinn turned and looked at the two of you with a smile before running over to you. santana continued pulling you. you slowly moved your feet before you saw flashes of red and heard a loud WHAM. you collapsed to your knees, holding your head in your hands. santana knelt down next to you.

you just ran into a stop sign.

infront of your crush.

santana put her finger under your chin, lifting your head up to look at what could've happened. “oh y/n..” she said, slightly pulling her lips back, a way of empathizing with you. there was a large gash on your forehead with some bruising beginning to form. quinn knelt down next to you and santana with a soft smile. “are you okay y/n?” the blonde asked while looking at you. “oh yeah, dont worry about me” you reassured with a smile “we should clean it” santana said. quinn agreed before helping you up off the ground and onto your feet. you three walked off to find schuester, your arm interlocked with quinn’s.

“hey schue!” quinn yelled once she saw him. schuester followed her voice before looking shocked once he saw you “what happened?” he said as he walked towards you three. “y/n ran into a stop sign” santana stated bluntly. schuester looked at your gash “god, i think you might need stitches, lets get you to a hospital” you sighed and nodded.

quinn and santana sat next to you while you were on the hospital table. the doctor walked in “alright, so you ran into a stop sign huh? mustve been the fault of one of these pretty ladies,” he said as he looked between the two girls. santana stifled a laugh before you shot her a glare. “this is a pretty nasty cut, we’re going to have to give you a few stitches.” he stated. you let out a breath.“ill give you a few minutes while i get set up” santana looked between you and quinn before smirking at you “i have to go to the bathroom, i’ll be back in soon” you looked at her, glaring. she had a smug look on her face as she left the room.

it was quiet for a few minutes, the only thing cutting the silence was the hum of the ac. quinn stood up and walked over to you, standing in between your legs. your cheeks felt hot as you looked at her “that was really cute y/n” you raised an eyebrow before wincing in pain as it irritated your bruise. “what was cute?” you asked her as she held her hands behind her back, “you, running into a stop sign, because you were so distracted by me” she said with a soft smirk

your cheeks turned red (like the stop sign), trying to avoid any eye contact by turning your head away. quinn quickly used her hand to turn your head back towards her. she smiled and gently caressed the apple of your cheek. “what are you trying to get from me?” you mumbled. the blonde in front of you gently bit her lip, you could see the indecision in her head before she went for it. she placed a chaste kiss on your lips. you sat stunned before the blonde quickly pulled away before starting to turn. you quickly stopped this by grabbing the back of her neck and kissing her again. she kissed you back, putting her hands on your waist.

santana walked in, cutting yours and quinn's kiss short. “aren’t i such a good wingwoman y/n?”

[logbush]

P.Y.T

2010 words

idk enemies to lovers

santana lopez x reader

summary- you've always hated santana and santana has always hated you, but then for a duets lesson, you two get partnered up.

A/n: i've been wanting to write something else for santana for a while now, i've got somethings cooking up rn lol.

you were sat next to mercedes and kurt waiting for glee club to start. “so y/n, whats up with you and santana?” mercedes questioned. “yeah i want to know too. there has to be something there,” kurt added on. you shook your head before looking behind them at santana, who, to your surprise, was already looking at you. as soon as your eyes met hers she looked away. you shrugged this off as nothing but a judge mental glare and looked back at your friends, “nothings up, we hate each other” you said sternly. they both shook their heads, “one of you wants more,” kurt stated. you shook your head as schue walked in, cutting your conversation short.

“alright!” schuester clapped his hands together as he started, “this weeks lesson is a return of our duets! our duet for regionals needs to be killer guys!” he walked towards the piano and looked at the teenagers watching him. “the winner of our challenge will be singing at regionals,” rachel raised her hand, “will you let us pick our partners this time?” schue grinned before leaning down “i am so glad you asked rachel” he said as he stood back up straight with a hat in his hands. the glee club groaned. “who wants to draw first?” he quizzed.

rachel shot up and walked towards the piano before reaching her hand in the hat and grabbing out a piece of paper. “kurt” she read. kurt gave her a fake smile before looking towards you and mercedes and rolling his eyes. you shrugged and walked down next. you grabbed a piece of paper from the hat before looking at schue “can i grab a new one?” you questioned quietly. “no,” he said while shaking his head. you sighed before looking straight at the latina cheerleader you hated. “santana,” you stated.

mercedes and kurt let out muffled laughs before you shot them a glare quickly making them shut up. you walked back to your seat with a sigh, “you guys are gonna be dating by the end of this week, im calling it,” mercedes said as soon as you sat down, “shut up,” you snapped back.

after everyone got their partners, they went to begin working on their songs. you walked over to santana and sat next to her, ignoring any eye contact. she did the same before sighing, “we need to work together, we cant hate each other for this week,” she acknowledged. you nodded your head “i know.” you began “lets do something upbeat” she nodded "yeah let's do something we can dance to" she agreed. you shook your head before turning to look at her "im not as good of a dancer as you" you said. santana smiled at you as she made eye contact with you. "you've never complimented me before" she said softly, you shook your head "don't take it to heart" you stood up and looked down at her "tonight, your place, 5, we're gonna work on the song" you said before walking out of the choir room.

you knocked at her front door at 5:05. santana opened the door for you a few moments later, "youre late" she stated. you shrugged "and you waited for me," the cheerleader rolled her eyes "it's my house stupid, come on," she heaved, walking downstairs. you walked inside and shut the door before following her into the basement. she turned back to look at you "what song do you want to do?" she quizzed you. you sat down on a brown woven chair and shrugged "you have to choose" santana groaned and stood in front of you with her arms crossed, why is she kinda hot right now?, you thought ignoring what she was saying. "y/ln." she said sternly, making you come back to life. "what'd you say? i got distracted by your obnoxious decor" not your best comeback, the only thing you could think of at the time though. santana rolled her eyes and pulled you out of her chair. "that the worst thing you've ever said," she exhaled.

the cheerleader pulled out her phone, putting it on shuffle. "whatever song this lands on is the song we're going to do" you nodded and watched her. santana was staring at her phone, praying that it wouldn't play something dumb. you listened as her phone speakers began playing p.y.t by michael jackson. you both looked at each other and sighed. you weren't going to back out and reshuffle it, so you settled on it. "you're the dancer out of the two of us, you have to make the choreo" you stated as she put her phone down. "i need to know what you can do first" she looked at you as you shrugged. "make the choreo and i'll tell you if i can do it or not" santana groaned and crossed her arms while watching you. "i'll make all the harmonies, and you make the choreo, it's a perfect mashup" you said as you went to go find some paper and a pencil. "the cabinet to your left dumbass" she yelled out to you as she began listening to the song over and over, trying to visualize the choreography.

you ended up staying over for hours. "we should get something to eat" santana called out to you, looking at you sitting on the same woven chair you sat on forever ago, doodling on the paper you had found. you shrugged before nodding. "yeah sure, but we should cook something" the latina looked at you, slightly disgusted. "why would we do that?" you stood up and looked down at her "because it would be a good bonding experience" you answered, reaching your hand out to her. santana grabbed your hand, using it to pull herself up. the two of you walked up the stairs together and walked into the kitchen. "you're still holding my hand tana" you said with a smirk as she looked down at your hands. she quickly yanked her hand back, scoffing "you were holding my hand" she mumbled, clearly flustered by the nickname you called her. "do you know how to cook?" she asked. you nodded "yeah, what do you have?" santana shrugged before moving back to let you search around. you weren't exactly sure what you were going to make "can i just make mac and cheese?" you quizzed. you looked back at her "im just going to order a pizza" she stated before quickly calling a local pizza place before you could interrupt.

the pizza arrived after about twenty minutes. "hey can i ask you a question?" santana questioned you as she went to grab two plates. "sure what's up" you took a plate from her before grabbing a piece of pizza. "do you like anyone right now?" she questioned you as you two began walking back down to the basement, pizza in hand. "why do you want to know that?" you questioned in reply. she shrugged, "so i can tell them and ruin your chances, obviously" she sat down on the floor, leaving the chair open for you, you instead sat down next to her, leaning against the wall, "i don't know, i don't think so but maybe" you said in reply, not trying to give her too much information. santana looked kind of sad as she said "oh i see"

now, you didn't want to admit this, but maybe you were starting to catch feelings for santana. you liked how controlling she was, no one ever fought back against you. you admired that quality in her. you admired her work ethic, and that she said whatever she wanted. and, bonus, she's super hot.

once you two finished eating, santana started teaching you the choreography. “bend and snap” she says as she did the motions. “i expected you to make this harder” you stated as you copied her. the cheerleader scoffed “do you want me to make it harder?” she asked with a soft smirk on her face. you nodded “oh you’re going to regret that” she says smugly. you shrugged before sitting back down on the chair “i doubt it”

in glee club the next day, you and santana had decided to do your duet. “i dont know if i can do the dip” you whispered next to her. the cheerleader looked at you with a soft smile, “you can do it. i know you can” she reassured, gently taking your hand in hers. this caused you to smile and gently squeeze her hand, before you realized what was happening and yanked your hand back. santana frowned at this before looking straight ahead and straight faced, trying to avoid anyone seeing her emotion. schue walked in to the choir room “we have our first duet today, give it up for santana and y/n!” he said while clapping his hands near the end of his sentence. the glee club clapped along with him. you and santana walked down and looked at each other "you can do this" she whispered so only you could hear. you smiled and pointed to the band, causing them to begin playing the song.

you started,

"you know you, you make me feel so good inside"

you and santana were circling around one another.

"i always wanted a girl like you

such a p.y.t"

neither you or she wanted to say this part, so you decided to flip a coin. it landed on heads. you chose heads. the rest of the performance went smoothly. the chemistry between you two was palpable. then, the scary part came, the dip.

the dip was when you dipped santana down between your legs before bringing her back up quickly and holding her close to your chest, ending the song. you were scared that you might drop her, you didn't think you had the strength. santana reassured you that even if you did drop her, she could save it and make it look like it was planned.

you quickly dipped her down before pulling her up, holding her against your chest as the song ended. you felt santanas breath against your neck. your hand gripped on her waist before you went for it. you placed your lips on hers, ignoring the glee club watching. the cheerleaders arms wrapped around your neck, deepening the kiss. you both saw fireworks. you continued like this for a few moments before schue walked over and tapped you on the shoulder "y/n, santana, wrap it up" you quickly opened your eyes before pulling away from her and running out of the choir room. santana chased after you, desperately trying to keep what she thought had formed.

"y/n wait!" she yelled out to you. you sighed and leaned against a locked, sitting down on the cold linoleum tile. santana stood in front of you and made eye contact "why did you kiss me?" she mumbled as she sat down across from you. you sighed and looked down at her "santana," you started, taking her hands in yours "yesterday, i think i caught feelings for you" she was about to speak before you cut her off "and i don't know if you like me back or what but i just-" santana cut you off with a quick kiss. you sat stunned before she pulled away "i have feelings for you too y/n" you stood up, pulling her up with you before kissing her deeply. she kissed you back as her arms wrapped around your neck. your hands gripped onto her waist as she pushed you against the locker. "we can't make out right now" you said in between kisses. santana pulled away and pouted "why not?" you chuckled and interlocked your hands before walking down the hallway "glee club is expecting us to make our relationship debut"

you and santana walked inside the choir room, hand and hand. you went to go sit down next to kurt and mercedes "i told you something was there" mercedes said "it didn't even take a week" kurt added on. "shut up." you said with a smile.

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Hi can you do a Quinn fabray x fem reader. Where the r is a new student and runs into Quinn by accident on her way to soccer tryouts. Then later r sees karofsky throw slushy at Quinn and immediately starts fighting Karofsky and ends up getting pretty beat up but still come out on top. Then the rest up to you.

New Kid on the Block

899 words

fluff? i think?

quinn fabray x reader

with your dad being in the military, you weren't very used to staying in one place. you had recently relocated from austin, texas to lima, ohio, across the entire country. you were leaving everyone you knew behind, but even then you didn't really know them, you were only there for two years.

it was the end of your first day at mckinley. you were on your way to soccer tryouts. you had always liked soccer, it was the only thing that stayed the same in a world constantly changing. while you walked out to the field, you ran into a blonde, causing her to drop her books.

"oh god i'm so sorry!" you apologized kneeling down to help the girl pick up her books. she was already down and had picked up a majority of them before you could help. you handed her a book, causing her to look up at you with a soft smile.

she was gorgeous. she made your knees weak just by looking at her. "you're the new kid right? y/n y/ln?" she asked, quickly snapping you out of your thoughts. you nodded "uh yeah, h-how did you know that?" you pondered. she let out a soft chuckle "i had to know the new cutest girl at school" she quipped with a smirk.

your cheeks felt hot as she said that, "are you off to soccer tryouts?" she questioned. you nodded again "yeah.. how did you know that? are you in my head?" she let out a breathy laugh "it's the only reason someone would be here still, i'm here for a glee practice, but i'm assuming you're not too interested in that" she said, making eye contact with you. "speaking of tryouts, you're going to be late" she added on, looking at the clock behind you. you turned around and nodded before running off "sorry again for knocking you down!" you yelled.

the next day you waited eagerly to know if you made it onto the team. but you started to think that that's not really what you were waiting for. you were waiting for a certain blonde to walk by.

you were unaware of the reputation she had. for gods sake, how could you know her reputation when you didn't even know her name?

you stood by your locker, getting your books for your next class. you watched the blonde girl walk down the hall. you were smitten over this girl. she smiled at you and waved, before a guy from the opposite side of the hall walked into your vision and threw a drink at her. it sort of looked like, a slushy?

you didn't really care what it was. the problem was, this guy just threw a drink at the blonde girl. you were outraged.

you looked at the buffoon before lunging at him, punching his nose. you thought you heard a crack but you weren't too worried about that. you wanted to get revenge. you continued punching him until he flipped you over and began hitting you back. just then, a man with what seemed like a really bad perm, pulled the crook off of you "kravosky, im sick of you doing this!" he yelled "she started it!" he boomed in response. the man didn't care about that, he took kravosky to the principals office after making sure you were okay.

you stood up and looked around, looking for the blonde girl, 'she's probably in the restroom' you thought, so then you ran off looking for her. you went to the nearest restroom and, to no one's surprise, the blonde girl was there, desperately trying to wash off the slushy.

"saw what happened back there" your voice echoed, causing the cheerleader to jump, "pretty rough" you added on. she shook her head before turning towards you, gasping as soon as she saw you "what happened?" she wondered. you had a bruise on your cheek and a black eye was starting to form. she walked towards you before putting her hand on your cheek gently rubbing the bruise. you winced in pain before the blonde girl removed her hands. "sorry." she whispered with sympathy "did you beat kravosky up for me?" she quizzed.

you nodded "i tried at least" you started, grabbing her hands with yours "couldn't stand to see someone bully the prettiest girl i've ever seen" the cheerleader blushed "and i don't even know your name" you added. she looked up at you, confused "quinn, quinn fabray" she stated.

you grinned, god even her name was pretty. you gently massaged her hands in yours "why'd you do that?" she whispered, looking down. "there was a connection between us yesterday. you know it, i know it. i thought that if i defended you, you would give me a try" you replied to her, looking down at the blonde waiting for her to look back up at you.

she nodded before making eye contact with you, "go on a date with me tonight" she commanded. "what?" you stammered, surprised at her confidence. quinn grinned at your shock, "yeah, tonight at 6 you're gonna take me on a date to breadstix, and if it goes well, you may or may not get a kiss from the 'prettiest girl you've ever seen'" she put air quotes around the last part, causing you to roll your eyes jokingly.

"i'll bring my wallet"

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hii could you write quinn fabray and the reader retelling their first kiss to the glee club but they both have very different takes on it something funny xD

Misrememberings

535 words

fluff

Quinn Fabray x reader

a/n: im sorry this took me so long to get out! i got busy and had a bunch of stuff come up and didn't have the time to write this until now. i hope that it's all you wanted lol!

you and quinn sat in the choir room, along with the rest of the glee club. schue was late (as always), so you all tried to entertain yourselves for the time being. "so, quinn, how did you and y/n even start dating?" artie asked. santana added on, "yeah, you know i'm curious how you started dating all star y/n who's the captain of the only winning team at the school."

you looked at each other before shrugging "i don't know, i think we just kissed and knew that that's when we knew were dating" you answered their inquiries. quinn nodded "yeah it was when we were studying in my room, i looked up at her and knew that i wanted to be with her, so i kissed her" she said, reaching for your hand that was resting on your thigh.

you shook your head "no, it was when you were watching my soccer practice and you walked onto the field while we were doing suicide runs because we lost the last game. you just walked up to me and kissed me." the cheerleader shook her head, gently playing with the fingers on your hand. "no we were already dating then, we had our first kiss before we started dating" she looked up at you "before we started dating our dates were study sessions"

"you walked on the field while they were doing suicide runs?" puck interrupted, dumbfounded that she interrupted one of the hardest practices. "i have that power" quinn replied. you laughed and nodded "you're still wrong about that being our first kiss but you do have that power" you added on. the blonde cheerleader shook her head "you're misremembering darling"

"how do you not know when your first kiss happened?" rachel asked, you only shrugged in reply, "yeah i remember my first kiss with rachel" finn said with a smile, "yeah it was in the auditorium on this little picnic i made" she said returning finn's smile, leaning into him. "barf." santana spoke up, rolling her eyes back to you and quinn, removing them from the now cuddly couple "i remember my first kiss with brittany, it was while i was dating puck" puck looked at santana, "whatever i cheated on you too" he mumbled.

you laughed at how puck seemed hurt by santana admitting her cheating. quinn slapped your chest to stop you from laughing. you shook your head slightly before looking back at the blonde. "wait hold on, i think you're right" you started, "the study kiss was before and it was our first kiss, but the suicide run one was our first kiss as an official couple"

quinn smiled and looked at you. the rest of the glee club groaned "that's lame, it should've been y/n's. it was more interesting" mercedes says as schue walked in.

"what should've been y/n's?" schue asked, unknowing of what you were all previously talking about. santana answered the man before you or quinn could "y/n's and quinn's first kiss, they didn't know what it was" schuester laughed "i remember mine and emma's" he reminisced. before he could continue you cut him off, "what's the lesson this week schue?"

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Yay a Glee (Quinn) writer! lol I miss her! Can I request reader lending her sweater to Quinn, when Quinn is home, she realizes she still has r’s sweater and she find r’s iPod. Out of curiosity, Quinn looks through it and finds a playlist titled with her name, friends to lovers please! :)

Lost Something?

1,035 words

fluff

quinn fabray x reader

a/n: this was hard to write for some reason lol. keep sending your requests, im working on them right now and they should be out sometime soon!!

if someone would’ve told you that you would’ve fallen for your best friend quinn fabray, you would’ve laughed in their face. but here you were, sitting across from her at breadstix trying hard not to lean over and kiss her. she was wearing a red sundress, matching her red headband, and jeans. a look that made your knees weak. you, however, had decided to dress down for the occasion, a hoodie and sweats, you didnt expect her to dress up so you didnt.

she looked at you and laughed softly “whats going through your mind, y/l/n,” she said softly before taking a bite of her food. you shook your head “no nothing, dont worry” you replied before pushing your plate away, something you did whenever you were done with your food. “you’re already done? i just started!” she joked, trying to finish her food faster. “hey, we dont have to finish at the same time” she laughed softly before copying you and pushing her plate away towards you after she finished.

the waitress brought the check by, you and quinn looked at each other. you both wanted to pay but you didnt want to fight about it so you just let her. she smiled as she reached for the check and put her card in it. you sat back and looked at her with a smile. “you let me pay?” she questioned. “i didnt want to fight about it” you answered. she shook her head “we wouldn’t have fought, i would’ve just made us get my way” she smiled while you laughed, “sounds like a fight to me” the waitress brought back quinn’s card. the blonde said a quick ‘thank you’ to her before the two of you got up and started to leave.

it was cold outside, ohio in december isn’t exactly the warmest. you looked at the cheerleader next to you, watching as she was shivering. you quickly took your hoodie off before handing it to her “put it on” you instructed as you walked with her to your car. she looked at you, without your hoodie you were left in just a t-shirt. she shook her head “i dont want you to freeze” she wrapped her arms around her body, trying to conserve warmth, “i’m not going to freeze, q, you might though” quinn scoffed jokingly before taking the hoodie from your hands and slipping it on, the smell of you wafting through her senses.

quinn wouldn’t never admit this to anyone, but she was starting to catch feelings for you as well. you did the sweetest things try to make her happy, like giving her your hoodie whenever she was cold or making her her favorite pastry whenever she was sad. you remembered the small things and she loved that about you.

you dropped quinn off at her house about a half an hour ago. she had been sitting on her bed in your hoodie all that time. she turned on her side and put her hands in the pocket. the blonde felt something touch her hand. curious, she pulled it out of the pocket and looked at it. your ipod. god, you must’ve been dying without this. you can barely go five minutes without music.

quinn got curious about what you had been listening to all these years so she decided to go through it. show tunes, neil diamond, john denver, billy joel, simon and garfunkel. all people she was expecting, you weren’t very new with your tastes. she kept going through it before landing on a playlist. this playlist intrigued the blonde, as it was titled ‘quinn <3’.

the cheerleader smiled at the sight before quickly clicking on it before she could think. make you feel my love, lucky, something, but one song stood out to her, you belong with me by taylor swift. the only song from this playlist she actually knew and knew the meaning of.

quinn sat stunned, the thought of you actually liking her back made her crazy. she couldn’t wait til tomorrow to find out, she needed to know now. the blonde raced downstairs and outside to her car. she got in and drove to your house, breaking numerous speeding and stopping laws.

once the blonde got to your house she knocked on the door until someone answered. just to her luck, you were the one who answered. “whats up quinn? why are you knocking so much?” quinn looked up at you, looking at you dressed in sweats and a tank top. she gently bit her lower lip before holding up your ipod, “lost something?” she said with a smirk. you smiled brightly before yanking your ipod from her hands “oh my god i thought this was gone forever! was it in my hoodie?” you questioned while bringing her inside and up to your room. quinn nodded and sat on your bed “it was, you know, there was a certain little playlist that caught my eye”

your eyes went wide and you looked down, trying to avoid any and all eye contact “i dont know what you’re talking about” you mumbled. quinn smiled and looked at you, she didnt need your confirmation, your reaction made her know you liked her. you felt the warmth of her hand on your back rubbing soft circles “hey its okay, can you look at me for a minute?” she questioned. you looked at her, scared for whats going to happen. the blonde used her hand to cup your cheek, gently rubbing the apple of it. “you like me right?” she asked. you closed your eyes in fear, you didnt want to lose her. you just nodded in response, your eyes still closed.

quinn sighed and looked at you, she knew you weren’t going to open your eyes so instead of trying to talk to you, she just placed a gentle kiss on your lips. “i like you too” she said softly. you opened your eyes slowly, making eye contact with her before kissing her again. she smiled and kissed back before laying down on her back, inviting you to lay on her. you laid your head on her chest.

“so are you gonna send me that playlist, love?”

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Defender

627 words

fluff

quinn fabray x reader

request- Can I request Quinn Fabray x fem!reader where Quinn gets into a heated argument with someone and Quinn begins threatening them, so reader picks up Quinn and carries/drags them out of the room before anyone gets hurt, fluffy please!

a/n- guys if you have any glee requests, please send them my way i will write about pretty much any character.

you sat in the choir room next to your girlfriend quinn. you were cuddled up next to the blonde, your head on her chest as she talked to santana and brittany. you were all waiting for mr. schue to come in and let everyone know the solo results. you had tried for it, as well as rachel (as always). everyone was expecting her to get it. not because you were bad, but because schue had a tendency to give rachel all the solos.

a few minutes later, mr. schue walked in. “alright, so as you guys know, last time we had our little try outs. “ he clapped his hands together to add emphasis to what he was saying, “and after thorough consideration, i have decided to give the solo to y/n!” schue pointed his arms towards you with a smile.

you sat stunned, amazed even. you had done better than rachel berry and got the solo. quinn kissed the top of your head “i’m so proud of you” she whispered against your head. you smiled and sat up as a wave of applause washed over you. “you go y/l/n, give her a run for her money” santana says with a smile, lightly snapping her fingers.

“mr. schuester?” rachel says, raising her hand. you groan internally, quinn does it loudly for you, “why did you give her the solo?” she says. “well, quite frankly, she blew it out of the park, rachel. she brought tears to my eyes.” rachel scoffs, “you’re just saying that. the truth is you just want to hurt me and my career” quinn tensed up under you. you perked up, trying to end the problem before it started “its fine, she can have it.”

quinn looked down at you before looking back up at rachel. “i mean it she can have it its okay.” rachel smiled before beginning to walk to her seat. quinn shot up and began walking towards rachel. “rachel does it make you feel better to put down others?” she asked sternly, walking closer to her with her arms down, her fists clenched by her hips. rachel began moving backwards. “i asked you a question.” the blonde said, still walking towards her. rachel nodded “yes” she said meekly, hitting a wall in her backing up.

quinn looked at rachel. “you are an insanely selfish person rachel. to make my girlfriend give you her solo, that she fought for and got fair and square. you make me sick and i swear to god, if you ever try to tear down my girlfriend again, it will be the last time you ever say anything”

you shot up as soon as she finished talking, quinn’s arm going back to punch rachel. you ran over to her and picked her up, quickly running out of the room. the cheerleader in your arms was fighting you as you did this. as soon as you reached the hallway you put her down. she looked at you angrily. “that was adorable quinnie” you said with a smile, cupping her cheek. quinn frowned, “i wasn’t supposed to be adorable, i was supposed to be scary.” you placed a kiss on the tip of her nose, “oh and you were dont get me wrong, but i mean how you defended me, i’ve never had someone defend me like you do” the blonde placed a gentle kiss on your lips, “i’ll do it time and time again”

you smiled and brought your hands down her shoulders to pickup her hands, slowly starting to bring the cheerleader back inside.

“can i still beat up rachel?” she asked with genuine concern.

“mmm i’m gonna say no, maybe another time” quinn frowned at your reply before you brought her into the choir room.

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Beautiful

481 words

fluff

quinn fabray x reader

summary- quinn starts to feel self conscious and you help

quinn fabray stood in front of her bedroom mirror. she was dressed in a small red bikini. why does my body look like this? she wondered, gently pinching at the fat on her stomach. she looked at the mirror, making eye contact with herself. she started tearing up, quickly shaking her head at an attempt at stoping the tears from flowing, as she knew you were on your way over.

its almost like she called on you, because at that exact moment, you stepped into the door of her room. you smiled at at the blonde, you thought she looked extremely hot. your smile quickly dropped when she turned to you, tears in her eyes. “whats wrong gorgeous?” you asked softly as you wrapped your arms around her torso, your head resting atop of hers.

quinn held you close to her, not trying to stop the tears from flowing. you know it was going to be hard for her to talk so you decided to wait for a minute, leading her over to her bed and taking a seat. the blonde quickly took a seat in your lap, her tears continuing to flow as she nuzzled her head into your neck.

it took a while for her tears to stop, you didnt mind it. you knew whatever quinn was crying about was important to her. your hand found a safe spot on her back, your other combing through her blonde hair. it was down and lightly curled, a look you adored.

quinn sighed and sat up, making eye contact with you. you looked at her with so much love in your eyes. you brought your hand to cup her cheek, your other was still on her back. “whats wrong honey?” you whispered close to her face. the blonde stood up slowly before walking to the mirror. “i bought this new bikini, and i was trying it on” she turned to look at you, “i hate the way my body looks y/n” she whispered.

you stood up and walked over to her slowly. you took her hand in yours and kissed it gently. “you’re beautiful love, all of you. inside and out.” you wrapped your arm around her waist and turned her towards the mirror “you’re gorgeous quinn. i mean it” you looked at her in the mirror. the blonde was avoiding looking at the mirror. you sighed and moved your hand to grab her chin, making her look up at you. “you’re the most gorgeous person on the planet, baby. all of you. i wish you could see yourself like i see you”

quinn looked at you with love in her eyes. you placed a kiss on her lips. “thank you y/n, i love you” the blonde whispered after you pulled away. “i love you too gorgeous” you whispered back with a smile “now, how about we get you dressed huh?”

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Are your Quinn requests open?

they are!! please request things i'm running out of ideas😭😭

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The Locker Room

543 words

smut 18+

santana lopez x reader

summary- you watched the cheerios practice, afterwards you gave santana head in the locker room

you stood outside the girls locker room after cheerios practice. you had stayed after to watch your girlfriend, santana lopez. cheerios shuffled out one by one, but none the one you were waiting for, so you decided to step in and look for her.

you walked in quietly, looking around before your eyes stopped on the latina cheerleader. you walked closer to her with a smile, quietly sneaking behind her. you put your hands on santana's waist. the cheerleader jumped at this action before realizing it was you and calming into your embrace.

you, however, used this jumping to your advantage, pulling her closer and kissing on her neck. santana let out a soft moan and placed her hands on yours. "i missed you, princess" you say sultry against her neck, slowly starting to leave dark bruises on her.

santana leaned her head back in pleasure before you pulled away. this made her whine and turn towards you. you smirked evilly at her "take your clothes off."

santana bit her lip as she slipped her uniform off. you smiled at the sight before pointing her to sit down on the bench next to the lockers. the latina obliged and sat down, the cool metal making her core shiver. you sat down on your knees in front of her, slowly rubbing a finger up and down her folds. santana let out soft moans at the sensation, looking down at you with lust behind her eyes.

you looked up at her with a smirk before attaching your lips to her clit, moving your tongue against it with quick circles. santana all but screamed at this sensation, her hands shooting down into your hair. she attempted to ride your face but to no avail as you pushed her hips down.

you moved one of your hands, keeping the other secure on her hip. you slipped two fingers inside of her, your tongue moving faster as your fingers thrust quickly into her.

the stimulation quickly became too much for her as her body began to twitch under your touch. you moved your hand off of her hip, curling your fingers inside of her, quickly hitting her g spot. as soon as you moved your hand she began riding your face. "oh fuck y/n, don't stop i'm gonna cum" the latina moaned out. you quickened your pace, santana did the same.

the knot in the cheerleader's stomach tensed before it exploded. with a loud moan of your name, she came all over your face and fingers. you pulled your face away, keeping your fingers inside her to help ride out the aftershock of her orgasm.

santanas breath was heavy as you looked up at her with a smile. you pulled your fingers out of her before helping her up and putting her uniform on her. santana smiled up at you before kissing you deeply. you kissed back hungrily, your hands on her waist.

she lead you out of the locker room with a smirk on her face.

"you're about to get the best road head of your life"

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y'all are about to get a spam lmaooo