Santana was sickeningly sad. Through the tears she was typing out a 411 text aka cuddles sex wine and baths to Rachel. She was in need of her bestie in every way, so when she finally pulled herself from Cooper’s crippling anger she practically bolted to Rachel’s house in a fit of tears. Taking the familiar climb to her window she barged in without a knock, giving up on the text half way through with the tears and constantly jumbling from running.
Upon entering she proceeded to just lay on Rachel’s bed to await her appearance. She was going to do just that, but when she reached the side of her bed and her eyes laid upon a bowl of pills. Santana recognized them as Vicodin and Xanax, but didn’t understand why they were in Rachel’s room. Santana heard the door open and immediately shot up with the bowl in her hand. Her eyes were tinted with annoyance. “What are these Berry?”
Quinn's fingers were transitioning in various nervous mannerisms as she prepared for Lip's arrival to her home. Smoothing down her high wasted skirt and constantly running her thin fingers through her hair before she finally resorted to her kitchen to do a couple lines. The drugs reminding her to quickly texting to Lip to bring the goods along the way so she could have her drugs and pussy too. This was a novel thought; she was excited for a girl to come over for sexual reasons. Drugs and pussy laced in the same sentence in her once very judgmental and virginal mind; well still judgmental, but her focus elsewhere to condemn with her disapproval. The good girl had truly gone bad, and Quinn had to laugh. A genuine giggle at the thought, but not one smidgen of regret or shame about it.
Quinn had always had an eye for women, but under the ruling of her father and Christianity she never dare speak about it. There were several times she imagined ripping Santana's clothes off in the midst of their petty fights, or let her eyes linger a little too long on Lip when they hit the showers after practice. In truth, Quinn felt her confidence only boost further knowing that her idea that the girls were watching her for more then one reason was in fact true. She snickered to herself, drinking her whiskey to calm herself down and ease her into a some what buzzed state of mind. When she heard the doorbell after a few more minutes she looked through the peep hole to conform it was Lip before opening the door. Quinn stepped aside when she opened it and only full revealed herself to Lip's eye sight when she was in the house. "Hello." She mused in a confident manner. Walking up to her with her fingers laced behind her back and head held high with a shit eating grin at what had transpired in text and was going to in the very near future with them. "Want a drink? Smoke with me a little?"
Notes: Quinn goes over to snort coke and hang out with Puck.
Quinn was thrilled when she read the Puck's response - although she didn't expect much else. Not only was she tip toeing the line between flirtatious friends and something actual sexual happening between them, but she was getting the much needed high she was without all day. The pink haired beauty wasn't particularly happy she was co-dependent on a narcotic she use to use for party purposes, but in the wake of her rebellion it just seemed so easy to fall into the dust bowl of white powder that queued a side of her wanted, needed, and lusted after by her own self. It was fun, peppy, coy, but a sexual deviance she still felt at ease in; then the Christian horror of a life of missionary that still carried over from her past as a bible thumping bottle blonde.
Quinn coaxed her lips with lip gloss that poked and prodded the nerves within to let them just tumblr out slightly more plumper then before. Her face already buffed and coaxed into perfection by her rigorous night time routine was only highlighted by the carefully selected make up regimen in front of her vanity. Eye lashes painted black, a flicker of her eye line at the top of her eyes and cheeks dusted a natural hue of pink. Her pink hair fell down her back in long thick ringlets. The ensemble was a her (now) signature thigh high black boots, tiny high waist shorts that melted into her curvy physique that peaked at her tiny waist line, and a white tank top. Her nipples looked profound without the tedious fabric of a bra when the cold picked and nipped at her skin. The breeze lashing against her body was quite the match, but her leather jacket did it's deed as a sexy accessory, and partially shielding her away from the cold.
Quinn took a taxi to Puck's house, her bag filled with a wine bottle and a bag of trinkets ranging from her wallet, lip stick, and her smokes. She paid the gawking taxi driver and walked to the door. She didn't even bother to ring the bell but walked around to the back door and opened it up. She greeted the maids with a smirk, laughing in the inside at their shock at the audacity of her strutting in to the Puckerman mansion, but even further at the drastic change of the infamous Quinn Fabray. When she reached the top floor and familiar room of Puck, she opened it up with out warning. Her bitch walk on full display. Thick thighs pouncing into the opening of the door with her head held high and lips partly open so her tongue could slip across her lips as blue eyes looked around the room and dropped on to the very sexy Noah Puckerman. "Hey." She had a evil little side smirk playful on her lips. "So, I brought some drinks, where is the coke? It's been awhile and I'm feeling a little down without it."
GENERAL NOTES → Spending some time together and being cuties.
SANTANA LOPEZ
The last of the markings completed the set of red hearts on the silver CD. The mix tape wasn't just some silly attempt to get Puck to laugh, but a grueling hour of tracking down some heartfelt music. Boys II Men, Taylor Swift, The Maine, and every corny sap of music she felt fit them perfectly. A small project to distract her from her decreasing high, lonely mind, and needy ways. A platform to sniff the last bit of coke in her packet so she could at least function during the evening. Enable Tana to come alive instead of the drone that was practically lifeless without some kind of high running through her system.
None of that mattered as she packed her bags. Slipping on her silk PJ bottoms whilst her teeth still chattered from the ice cold water that she had to wash in. But none of it mattered, because the first time in a while, she felt alive. It was an eery feeling, to know a chunk of her sanity and happiness relied on one person. That he could simply vanish and for the first few days she felt lost. Deluded in a fear he wouldn't come back, and the cold reality that love wasn't just a three letter word, but it was what sunk into her heart. It was a reality she was immersed in with him, and feared when he was away.
As daunting thinking strung through her mind for the first half of her scavenger hunt for clothing, it finally dipped into her memories with him. A smile began to bloom onto her soft features. But it was the shuffle outside and her window beginning to creek open that sparked a sublime surge of happiness, because she knew he was near. Santana jolted upwards and practically ran off her bed and into her arms. Her legs wrapped around his body and head nuzzled into the crook of his neck. For the first time, she felt like she could actually breath. "I missed you Pookie."
