(quinntana) for the first kiss thing
It was just Quinn, Santana and a bottle.
Sitting in a circle in the middle of Finn Hudson’s living room in the Summer of freshman year, Santana Lopez, Finn Hudson, Brittany Pierce, Dave Korofsky, Quinn Fabray, Mike Chang, Matt Rutherland and Noah Puckerman, stared at the bottle that was in the middle of them.
"There you go Q! It’s your turn to pick something. Truth or dare?" Puck nudged her.
Quinn lifted her eyes to stare at the girl. Truth be told, she hadn’t been to many of these parties. With her transformation from Lucy, she’d kept her head down for the majority of freshman year of McKinley, that was of course when she wasn’t busting her gut at cheer practise or trying to make an impression by picking on some student who was inferior to her status. Biting her lip slightly, she inhaled, “dare.”
Puck sat back slightly looking smug, “okay, I dare you to do seven minutes in heaven with… Santana.”
The group hollered and chuckled whilst Quinn turned a colour close to scarlet. Santana shifted herself where she was sitting. A smirk planted firmly on her face. She raised his brow to Quinn before clicking her tongue and grinning.
She’d had a minor crush on the blonde since she’d came to McKinely before Christmas. Often finding herself staring at her longer than necessary in class. Or thinking of ways she could get closer to her. Never actually asking her out though. She was Santana Lopez. She didn’t do dating. Still, seven minutes of heaven with Quinn sounded pretty amazing right now.
Quinn gave her one of her fake smiles before turning to Puck and hissing, “what the hell Puckerman?”
The mohawked boy shrugged shrugged, “you’re the one who picked dare Fabray. Besides, you two making it out? It’s bond to be super sexy. Now come on, let’s go.” He picked the blonde up by the crook of her arm and pushed her into the closet, pushing Santana in soon after. “We’ll tell you when times up. Have fun.”
"Puck-" Quinn started but was soon met with a door in her face. It was dark in here and she was almost certain the light switch was on the opposite side of the door. She could hear Santana’s light breathing as she stood there.
Santana on the other hand had turned considerably less confident. Now that she was actually here with her, she didn’t know what to do with herself. Should she kiss her and break the tension? Or should they stand there for what seemed to already be the most agonising of silences? “Uh.. Well, this is awkward.”
"No kidding," Quinn replied. She swore he could almost see her scowling.
Santana chuckled slightly, “are you always this much of a sourpuss or is it just tonight?”
Quinn furrowed her brows, not that she could see her, “a sourpuss? Oh why thank you. No. At least I don’t think so. Puck knows I don’t like these types of situations because-” she stopped herself.
"Nothing. I just- forget it."
"Hey, we can hear you two talking in there. You have to kiss. That’s the rules," Brittany started outside the door.
"She’s right. Q if you don’t put those pretty pink lips of yours on her soon, I’ll keep you in there all night."
Santana chuckled, “she’s keen for this to happen isn’t she? Why woul- oh my God, wait- Quinn have you ever kissed anyone before?”
Quinn opened her mouth slightly, “of course I have I-” she hadn’t. Lucy wasn’t exactly the type of girl guys were tripping over to get to. But so what if she hadn’t had her first kiss. That didn’t mean anything.
"You haven’t," she whispered, a laugh escaping her again.
"Shut up," Quinn hissed, hitting her arm.
"That is amazing though. A girl like you hasn’t kissed anyone before. I mean, look at you, you’re-" she stopped himself before clearing her throat.
Quinn’s cheeks burnt as she spoke. She thanked God they were in the darkness, “you can show me,” she responded quietly.
"What it’s like to kiss someone."
A smile grew across Santana’s face as her voice met her ears. She didn’t have to ask her twice. She however wanted this to mean something. Sure, she wasn’t the relationship type of girl, and if anyone ever questioned her rep surrounding it they’d have a date with drape flavoured slushy. But she felt her personality change around Quinn. So, she wanted this to mean something. “Sure,” she responded, letting her hand easily find her cheek so she could hold her. Her other hand quickly followed and she slowly pulled her closer to her. “It goes like this,” she whispered before gently bringing his lips to meet hers.
Shee was slow with her, letting her relax into whatever she was comfortable with. Soon she felt her hands gently find her elbows with the softest of touches. Her thumb as though independent from the rest of her body began to slowly trace her cheekbone.
She’d never kissed a girl like this before.Not that she’d kissed many girls…yet. But the ones she had? Usually they were forceful or sloppy. Not with Quinn, she was tender and soft and Santana could honestly say she’d never tasted someone so sweet.
Quinn could feel her once racing heartbeat begin to slow as she relaxed into her touch. She’d always been particularly nervous to have her first kiss. And God knows, she hadn’t anticipated it to be with a girl. But there was something amazingly simple about the one she was sharing with Santana. Maybe it had to do with the fact that they were in the dark. Or that she was so gentle with her, or that she in fact just simply enjoyed that it was Santana kissing her. She could feel her lips curl into a smile before pulling away from her entirely.
That didn’t sit well with the Latina. That she’d pulled away. She could’ve easily continued kissing her like that until the sun came up in the morning, but she didn’t make a comment. She wanted to make sure she was comfortable. “Thanks..” Quinn whispered.
"You sure you’ve never kissed anyone before Fabray? I could almost swear- it’s like you’ve been doing that for years."
She laughed and Santana smiled, and for a moment it was silent. Unlike the silence prior however, they both felt the contempt they had with one another.
"Wanna do it again?" She asked, forgetting her manners and simply jumping the gun. Quinn laughed again,
"I don’t see why not? I mean we’ve probably got another five minutes to kill. Wouldn’t want to disppoint anyone who has their ear pressed to the door right now, would we?"
