Chapter 1
Santana loved Halloween. The cool decorations, the scary movies (where she got to hold Quinn when she got scared), haunted houses that made her blood rush like crack, corn mazes, pumpkin pie, the not too cold but not too hot weather, getting to scare little kids with Puck, the parties. She was really in her element at this time of the year. It was all so perfect. She was infatuated with October.
Quinn, on the other hand, despises Halloween. The decorations were too much work, the scary movies were called that for a reason, haunted houses were worse than the movies (she didn't have to worry about the money because Santana paid for her, the only time she didn't fight her girlfriend on money because if she was going to face Quinn to something she didn't want to do then she could pay for it), corn mazes took too long and were confusing, the pumpkin pie-well, she actually couldn't complain there, she got cold easily (but she couldn't complain there either because most of the time Santana gave her her own jacket or sweatshirt), Santana and Puck were cruel and childish (it was this friendship that reminded Quinn she was dating a child), and don't even get her started on parties. Having to find the perfect costume (that usually matched Santana) and the heavy ass cauldron Puck and Santana got out for punch. It was ridiculous. She hated October.
Currently, Santana was giving her another reason to despise the month.
They were in the middle of a passionate make out session, the one's where you can't stop touching each other and you're breathing heavily. They were consumed with each other. Or at least Quinn was. Suddenly Santana was slowing down the kissing to pecks. She grinned down at her excruciatingly frustrated girlfriend.
"Close your eyes." Santana pecked Quinn on the lips and hopped off the bed with grace.
Quinn huffed but did as she was told. She stretched her legs out in front of her and placed her hands on her hips. A few seconds later she felt Santana hovering over her and couldn't help but grin. Feeling Santana so close was one of her favorite things, the intimacy felt like it was on a spiritual level for her.
"Open them."
Quinn wished she hadn't.
She slapped Santana hard on the arm. A frown immediately overtook the Latina's features. Even though Quinn couldn't see her, she knew the brunette had her eyebrows furrowed in that way that creased her forehead and was gaping at her.
"Ow! What the hell Quinn?" Her voice was muffled behind the depths of the mask.
"Seriously Santana? We were in the middle of making out and you just had to put that ridiculous thing on!"
Santana had slipped on a Michael Myers mask (the one from the first Rob Zombie remake because she had all of them [and each mask from the movies and show of Scream], insert Quinn's eye roll). She sighed and slipped the mask off, tossing it down the bed where it toppled off and onto a pile of clothes on the floor. She wrapped her arms around Quinn's waist pulling her close.
"You're right babe, totally not romantic. I apologize." She kissed Quinn on the corner of her mouth to prove her point.
Quinn relaxed in her lovers embrace and cupped her strong forearms. She sucked her lips into a pout and gazed up at soft brown eyes that were the axis of her entire world.
"Don't worry, I won't make you go downstairs and get butchered by my brother so he can come upstairs and kill me." Santana grinned.
Quinn slapped her again but Santana only laughed this time. 'Asshole.' Quinn thought. She couldn't believe this was her girlfriend sometimes, the woman she planned on spending the rest of her life because yes, they were that cliche love where they grew up together and only ever dated each other.
"Don't talk about me dying Rob Zombie style!" Quinn exclaimed in her high pitch voice.
Santana's eyes widened adorably making it hard to be mad at her. Seriously, when she got all soft and excited like a little kid it melted Quinn's damn heart.
"Baby, you just made a horror movie reference!" She shook Quinn slightly.
Quinn rolled her eyes and looked away from the bright, warm, intoxicating eyes. She didn't want to give in to those dimples like she oh so often did.
"Yeah well you started it." Quinn muttered.
Santana jerked Quinn's body down earning a squeal from the blonde. Quinn's hands immediately went up and tangled into luscious brunette locks (it was just reflex at this point, like wax on wax off).
"I'm gonna fuck you so good Fabray."
Quinn chose to ignore her girlfriend's poor grammar and focus on said girlfriend mauling on her neck and shoulder. Santana's tongue dipped out ceremoniously, Quinn's hips bucking up on their own accord. The blonde sealed her eyes shut and tried to calm down the excitement shooting down her stomach and between her legs.
"You may want to lock your door so Angel doesn't walk in."
That happened more than Quinn cared to admit. And every fucking time it happened was right when Quinn was on the cusp of orgasming. Later that night she'd have to get herself off, alone in her bedroom. (More often than not she'd end up calling Santana.)
"He's gone." Santana murmured against Quinn's earlobe, her teeth nicking Quinn's ear in a devilish smile.
Quinn slapped Santana on the arm but it didn't hold any power to it this time. She was deteriorating at a rapid pace.
"Ass." Quinn was already breathless.
Santana smirked and unzipped Quinn's Cheerios skirt. 'Maybe making horror references isn't so bad after all.' Quinn thought in a euphoric bliss as Santana made her come the second consecutive time.
*****
"We have to go shopping." Santana told Quinn as they put their clothes back on.
Quinn's uniform was on the floor on her side of the bed (just thinking that gave Quinn goosebumps, she couldn't believe they had designated sides). Santana was picking through her room to find some clean clothes to slip on. It was still something they argued about and Quinn expected Santana to keep their place clean (or at least picked up) in the future.
"What for?" Quinn's husky voice was making an appearance and Santana couldn't help but shiver as she zipped up Quinn's Cheerios top.
"Costumes, duh." Santana said with a crinkle of her nose. What else would she be talking about? Did Quinn not have a calendar?
Quinn sighed and turned to look at her half dressed girlfriend. She was in a black push up bra and underwear with sweatpants (the ones that hung low on her hips that she knew drove Quinn to quite literal madness, Quinn hates it when she wears them for family movie night because all Quinn does is bite her lip or chew her fingernails). Her abs were on full display and her hair was down and slightly fucked.
Perfectly gorgeous.
She scooted closer, Santana following suit like it was second nature, making Quinn smile. The blonde draped her arms around the Latina's neck and Santana rested her hands on Quinn's hips. They worked so well together in every aspect of life; in Cheerios, in New Directions, in their relationship. Whatever Quinn did, Santana followed. Wherever Santana went, Quinn followed.
"It has to be perfect if we want to win." Santana reprimanded the blonde.
"We won last year Tana." Quinn whined.
Not that Quinn was mad or annoyed by winning, she loved winning just as much as Santana (one of the ways they sometimes clashed). But her girlfriend put so much on winning any Halloween related competition, it was exhausting.
"And we're going to win again this year!"
Quinn pursed her lips. It was adorable seeing Santana so confident but she felt like a bitch because she didn't care as much about winning this costume competition like Santana did.
Usually Santana was all knowing in the subject of Lucy Quinn Fabray and noticed things no one else did. But when she was in the Halloween zone, she was in the zone. She was looking off to the side, her eyes huge and animated.
"It has to be something genius, something that no one else has thought of or can do. We have to blow them away, which won't be hard to do considering it's us." Santana tilted her head to the side and smiled proudly.
Quinn smiled and shook her head at how excited her sweet girlfriend was. She hoped with every fiber of her fucking being that nothing bad ever happened to Santana to take away her happiness. It had been a close call with her abuela and there were still bad days, but Santana still smiled and got excited about Halloween. She knew it probably wasn't healthy, but half of her happiness depended on Santana's happiness.
"What? Were you, were you thinking about not going?"
Quinn frowned realizing where this was going. She didn't want to break Santana's heart, the girl got so excited around Halloween time and it was in her "element" as Santana called it. The girl was like Jimmy Fallon in Fever Pitch. She didn't want to upset her best friend or ruin this for her.
"Santana." She started halfheartedly, dropping her arms and pulling back.
"No! Quinn, you have to go."
"Oh, I have to?" Quinn arched a sexy eyebrow challengingly.
"You're my girlfriend, and in relationships you support each other. Like how I go to your silly book club meetings with Berry," Quinn smiled at that. "Or when you got kicked off the Cheerios but still went to watch me. Or how I let you live with me before my parents found out about us and Mercedes let you live with her. Or all the times I've made you bacon or went to the store to get you pregnancy cravings and never snapped at you for your mood swings. Or how I helped you back on the Cheerios this year. Or when I sprained my ankle freshmen year and you carried me around like my knight in shining armor." Santana really could go on for hours.
Santana smiled crookedly causing Quinn to roll her eyes. Her girlfriend knew when she was right and it was annoying as fuck, but she loved it.
"I get your point. 50/50." She smiled.
Santana beamed and nodded her head. Quinn gazed into Santana's hopeful teddy eyes and felt her heart ache in the most wholesome way. She looked down as she she crawled onto Santana's lap. She rested her arms on Santana's shoulders while Santana slid her hands to the small of Quinn's back where Quinn's top had ridden up. (Perfect unison.)
"Alright baby, since I know how excited you get and your parties are always epic,"
"The fucking best." Santana confirmed.
"I'll go." Quinn finished as if her girlfriend hadn't even spoken, smiling her warm, charming smile.
Santana squealed making Quinn's smile widen so much it hurt her cheekbones and mouth. She flung Quinn onto her back and started kissing her all over, giggles erupting from Quinn like the sighs of an angel.
"I love you Lucy Quinn Fabray." Santana threw her head back and shouted.
Quinn laughed and shook her head, completely content. Her girlfriend sure was something else. She was so happy she got lucky and was able to see this soft, closed off side of Santana. Her heart of gold and manners weren't out of the ordinary if you knew her, but sometimes she got so excited and did things like this that even surprised Quinn. Surprise or not, she loved it. And Santana.
"I love you too crazy woman. Now let me up before my mom has to send out a search party for me."
Santana huffed but hopped off of Quinn and the bed. Quinn slid her feet into her tennis shoes and stood up, entering Santana's awaiting arms. Santana had slipped on one of Quinn's many t-shirts she had left at Santana's. Quinn smiled at the shirt and slid her hand into Santana's.
They walked downstairs hand in hand, Santana occasionally rubbing their hands against her thigh as if to make sure Quinn was really there. They walked past the kitchen and to the front door where they were stopped by one Maribel Lopez.
"Quinn! I didn't know you were here."
Quinn's eyes widened in alarm as arms were thrown around her neck. She wrapped her arms around her surrogate's mothers back and looked at Santana worriedly. Santana shrugged nonchalantly. Quinn hoped for Santana's sake that Maribel had just gotten home and didn't hear the animalistic noises from the two horny teens.
"Yeah, Santana and I were going over costume ideas for school next week."
She assumed they'd get to that since her and Santana did that every school year. She must have been right because Santana burst out in a smile that made the whole house glow.
"Awe that's so sweet. You two were always so cute at Halloween time. Remember that time when you went as Cinderella and Tana went as-" Maribel started.
"Okay mami, we don't need to reminisce on every costume pair Quinn and I went as."
Quinn grinned at the blush on her girlfriends face. Santana was known for her "razorblades hidden in my hair" attitude and obsession with Halloween, but she still got embarrassed and shy whenever someone brought up Quinn and Santana as kids. Quinn adored how hard Santana worked to shut down the stories.
Maribel gave her daughter a look then turned towards her second daughter. "Are you staying for dinner?"
"I would love to Mami but my mom's expecting me."
Since they had been in each other's lives since elementary school, Quinn was suppose to call Maribel and David by their first names. Quinn felt awkward doing that, and so there was no confusion, she got to call them Mami and Papi. And Santana called Judy Mamma F.
Every time Santana heard Quinn call her parents that she smiled like she couldn't do anything else in the world.
"Alright, but I expect you both over tomorrow night for dinner." Maribel pointed a warning finger at the blonde.
"Okay." Quinn laughed lightly.
Maribel brought Quinn into another hug (this one more relaxing for Quinn) and kissed her on the side of her head as she pulled away.
"Be safe."
"I will." Quinn smiled reassuringly.
Maribel walked away, having learned that the two lovebirds liked their alone time to say goodbye. Santana walked Quinn the three steps to the door and spun her around to kiss her softly. They were that cheesy couple that did "goodbye kisses" but if anyone asked Santana denied it, and if anyone pointed it out they got to fear the Latina's wrath.
"I love you, you know that right?"
The intensity and worry in Santana's voice was suffocating. It took Quinn away, to some secluded, unknown place that held all the wonders and beauty of the world that couldn't be described by juvenile words or actions.
"Of course." Quinn pecked Santana on the lips, hoping it said everything she couldn't. "I'll text you when I get home about shopping."
Santana beamed and brought Quinn closer against her. "How did I get so lucky?"
Quinn rolled her eyes and smiled. "You got help with math and I got a friend."
Santana crinkled her nose as she smiled and sweetly kissed Quinn again, her tongue dipping in first. They stayed pressed together for a moment before Quinn reluctantly pulled away, every atom in her body screaming to stay connected to Santana, like she was what kept Quinn's heart beating.
As Quinn walked away Santana playfully slapped her ass. She turned to shoot her girlfriend a glare and skipped to her car. While she started her car, she thought back to how her and Santana had met and was thankful that the Latina excelled at everything but mathematics.
Which was funny, because now Santana was better than Quinn at math.