Chapter 4
Quinn Fabray's first real kiss was over winter break of her freshman year. Wanting to dump their child on someone else for a few hours, her parents had basically instructed her to go to a cheerleading sleepover that Brittany was hosting, though Quinn knew most of the team wouldn't be in attendance, especially since they were freshmen. It was only Quinn and Santana that showed up, and she felt awkward around the two girls, a warm attraction that she interpreted as discomfort or dislike brewing. But she knew imitating their behavior was how to best fit in, so when they started making out and insisted that all teenage girls do it at sleepovers for practice, she had few qualms joining in. Though still not sure about her baseball metaphors, she was fairly certain she rounded second with both of them that night.
I'm woken from my nap by my own snoring, but a whispered conversation is happening above my head. Santana seems to be trying to convince Dani to stay the night again. "And you can stay in my bed, it won't be weird, and we're all skinnier than the queens, anyway," she argued.
"If you want an orgy, Santana, all you have to do is ask," Dani drawled back sarcastically. It was clearly a joke, but worries underscored her tone - I squeezed her a little to get her attention.
"You should totally stay though." I muttered quietly, closing my eyes again to signal I was basically done with the conversation - I'm pretty sure there was no more debating to be done.
"Oh hey there, sleepyhead," Santana said softly as she slid down on the couch a little bit and hugged into me tightly from behind, "don't go back to sleep, Q, we're getting takeout." She said to the nape of my neck. Well, fine. I'd stay awake and watch Drag Race while waiting on food. Needing to rearrange so I could see the TV, I wrapped an arm around Santana's middle to pull her with me as I kicked my legs up and positioned myself to lay across the sofa, head in Dani's lap with Santana's on my chest, and our feet curled in Brittany's lap. And after months of having few close friends at Yale - and certainly none this close - simple intimacy was more than pleasant. Santana kissed my neck as she toed her slippers off, getting comfortable, too.
A slam came from somewhere I couldn't see before Kurt and Rachel appeared in front of the television, to groans from everyone. I must have missed Rachel's return, and her eyes kind of bugged out before she smiled at me. Kurt was more focused, holding up a variety of takeout menus. "Now that we have finally found all of our options-"
"I know it was you that hid the vegan menus, Santana," Rachel whined
"-okay, we just need to all agree on one restaurant. No mixing it up or piggybacking orders, neither us nor the restaurant staff are organized enough to get all the right food at the right time if we make more than one order," he took a breath, "So what kind of cuisine, let's vote," Kurt instigated a bracket voting system, but since Puck was insistent on having pizza no matter what, and Santana complained when told that she could get a hot dog from TGI's only if it was vegan so they didn't mix up Rachel's order again, we still ended up agreeing to place different orders. Kurt sighed in resignation, throwing a Crif's menu at Santana as he marched off to make the first call from the hallway outside.
"Britt, can you go get my glasses?" she asks as she unfolds the menu and squints at it, holding it wide at an angle in front of us; Britt gets up as Dani and I read off from the menu for ourselves, but it's a minute, tops, before she's back. I take hold of the menu as Santana puts her glasses on, wasting no time to compliment her.
"Aw, you look good in glasses, San," in time with an 'adorable' from Dani and 'cute' from Brittany. As much as she's able, Santana blushes, stealing the menu back from me though it really barely moves. I type our orders into my phone notes before the menu's passed around for others to add, and Santana makes the call - still laying on me, snapping at everyone to shut up. "We're going to have to move to eat." I tell her to no response. Whether it's me stroking her side or Brittany massaging her feet, she has good reason to not want to move. The television changes over to that baking show just as our food arrives - Rachel's already most of the way through her mini veggie burger, and Puck's antsy for his giant pizza - and I finally push both of us up. Still, after unfolding the paper bags on the coffee table, I'm only one bite into my BLT dog when Santana slips her right hand round to my lower back and just keeps it there.
I forget about the hand until long after our friends who have things to do on Monday have gone to bed. Chill-out TV and light conversation over takeout with friends was probably better than going out clubbing with them had been; but with fewer of us awake now, the mood definitely shifts. Santana's fully leaning into me, with Brittany laying across the other three of us on the couch, her head propped on a pillow and feet in Dani's lap. Rachel is curled up in a loveseat by herself, texting someone, and Adam and Kurt are sharing another one and watching the talk show on TV. Sam, Puck and Mike are on their backs on the floor in front of the TV set, playing flip-cup on their own stomachs. It's darker, quieter, and much calmer. But my heart rate leaps when the forgotten hand on my lower back starts to trail up my spine. A commercial break comes on, and Puck tries to make an argument for putting a DVD in, masking my gasp as my bra strap gets snapped. Both Santana and Dani chuckle, and I'd think I was being messed with if not for both their pairs of eyes being darker than before - erotic. And when I glance to see if anyone is paying us any attention, noting that nobody is and, in contrast, Kurt and Adam are lazily making out, I decide to give myself the same. I'm only human and a fair bit gay, two hot women looking at me with heat gives me needs, so sue me.
I don't want to hurt whatever Brittany and Santana might be, so turn to my right, taking Dani's cheek in my hand as Santana feels up my back a bit more, and pull Dani into a languid kiss. It's got no speed, no tongue, and little intensity, but she reciprocates in kind so I think it's just right. I get one soft kiss to the nape of my neck before I feel Santana and Britt get up, an odd act of privacy until I hear the distinct Brittany giggle that means they're fooling around in Santana's bed. With the extra space, I move into the middle of the couch and let Dani straddle me as we kiss with more force, the older woman pressing down into my lap as she leans her forearms on the back of the sofa behind my head. She's almost bobbing, keening in front of me as I lick over her lips, so much that it breaks our contact and brings her chest into my eyeline. Telling myself to go with the flow, I start to kiss at her cleavage, moving my own hands down from where they had respectfully rested on her waist to grab at her full ass. Really, so hot.
An exaggerated cough causes me to pull away, looking over Dani's shoulder at Rachel noisily plumping a cushion and ignoring everyone as she heads off to her bedroom. It's when I hear Kurt whimper, Adam grinning cheekily as he bites his shoulder, and notice that the boys on the floor have disappeared that I blush. Was Rachel holding out in the living space to make sure we all went to bed without having sex in here? I stall at my own thoughts. Would I want to have sex with Dani tonight? She's interesting, obviously attractive, and fun to flirt with. Yes, why would I not want to have sex with her. I pat one of her ass cheeks and start to stand up - evidently also disturbed by Rachel's disgruntled goodnight, Kurt and Adam stand at the same time as us. After we each give each other cheek kisses goodnight, I take hold of Dani's hand as we walk back to Santana's bed. Though it seems clear she doesn't find any of this awkward, I still worry.
That is, until we find both Britt and Santana awake, making out without urgency. Santana's on her back and sees us enter, patting the space in the bed next to them. I turn my back on Dani to change into pajamas while the other girl just strips to her panties, stood there with her tits on proud display when I turn back. My mouth hanging open, I climb into bed and she quickly follows. Being pressed between Dani and Santana is always nice, it seems. Brittany stops kissing Santana, finally aware of times it's best to not be sexually explicit, and we all settle. It's not awkward, but the silence is still broken moments later when Santana asks, "So are you going to feel her up, Quinn, because I'm insanely jealous right now." I swat at her before I turn a bit and do take two handfuls of Dani's breasts, casually massaging them as I fall asleep.
My hands are still on Dani's chest when I wake up on Monday morning. And while I know at least half the people in the apartment are at work, some kind of college orientation, or moving into their own places in the city, I didn't expect the place to be so empty. Brittany walks back into Santana's bedroom half-dressed and tells me as much; she finishes getting dressed and explains that she and Santana are going out, then winks.
Which is when my mind ends up right back in the gutter. And I'm not sure what I'm allowed to do, how to wake Dani, so I stop effectively groping her and shake her shoulder. "Morning beautiful," I get whispered huskily into my neck. She's just gently kissing at a sensitive spot on my neck when I tell her we're alone in the apartment. She immediately sits up on her knees and grins, hands moving to my middle to play with the bottom of my sleep shirt. I sit up, too, pulling my shirt off before leaning in to kiss her. We're in the same position as we were on the couch last night - except, obviously, topless, alone, and in a bed - and I quickly recreate the moment by licking at her cleavage and massaging her ass. There's much more skin for me now, though, and the smooth warmness feels so good.
A little encouragement from Dani and my head ducks over to kiss around her nipple, as I slide a hand under the waistband to feel up her ass some more. I guess I like boobs and ass equally.
This is the thought that sticks with me as I use one hand to grope her other breast (gently biting the nipple of the one I've been laving kisses on) and the other hand to squeeze an ass cheek. Both so round and full, with enough give however I fondle them. Women's bodies are truly wonderful, and I question if I'd enjoy literally kissing her ass as much as I do her breasts. That's not something we're going to find out today, though, as she's grinding down so enthusiastically into me that I know we're over the foreplay already. I pull back to appraise her, face bright red despite being Latina, and snake the hand on her ass round to her pussy, gently creeping down from her mons, using two fingers to push apart her labia. If I'd been trying to keep eye contact it would have been broken then as she threw her head back with a moan. Gathering damp slickness, I easily push my middle finger into her, simultaneously bringing my other hand down to put pressure on her nub and leaning up to kiss and suck at her neck. She doesn't moan anymore, even as I add another finger and start moving the fingertips on her clit in erratic patterns, but there are some pants coming from above me, speeding up as my hands do. After I shift the angle of my fingers entering her, it's barely another minute before she comes - silently, but I feel the clutch and release from her muscles around my fingers.
There's no time to get off myself before Santana and Brittany return. Dani cackles from above me, then mutters out a sorry and a thanks, standing and taking her panties off completely before walking to the bathroom stark naked. Deciding to at least wash my hands, I follow her. My friends give me a possibly (hopefully) sarcastic round of applause and cheers as I pass. Dani's still in the shower when I've got my top back on and joined Britt and Santana in the kitchen.
"We went shopping like two days ago, what did you need to go out for?" I ask as I make myself some OJ.
"I was just planning on dragging Britt out to give you some privacy," Santana begins, winking, "you're welcome, by the way. But then I figured I'd get you a little gift." Her optimism is matched by my surprise; Brittany claps her hands a little as Santana tosses the plastic bag to me. I dive in, first pulling out a little rainbow flag, chuckling a little. "Oh, thank God," Santana responds, genuinely, to my reaction, and I look up quizzically again, so she explains; "that one's more of a test to see if you'd go all gay panic on me. We would not be having the rest of this conversation if you did." I feel like I'm going to be looking confused all day until Santana just nods at the bag again, and I pull out some-
"What are these, Santana?" I hold the plastic wrappers each containing a single latex sheet up just as Dani leaves the bathroom, laughing behind me,
"I'll let you take this one," she calls out, ducking into someone's bedroom to presumably play around on her phone while ignoring whatever Santana's planned.
"Those are dental dams, Q, basically lesbian condoms," Santana answers - before I can get out a 'hell no', Britt pushes me onto a stool and Santana continues, "oh, yes. Now I've had to sit through sex talks with both my mom and my dad, and I'm going to guess you've had none at all, right?" I nod in affirmation, "So now you get me, and you're going to listen, because there's way more to safe sex than just not getting yourself knocked up again." It's half an hour before the conversation is over, with Dani having gone home about 5 minutes in when she, too, realized I was basically receiving a formal lesson. Brittany turned the TV on at the 10 minute mark, and so I was left alone with another new side to Santana for the most of it. Giving an awkward sex ed lesson to your adult friend is another level of caring, and when I hugged her afterwards, she squeezed me tight.
"Am I still allowed to have a gay panic later?" I joke as we pull away. With nobody else around, the two of us feel free to stay in the kitchen together, too, with study materials - Santana a book on music theory and I a play text and a highlighter - as we try to be responsible and prepare. I know it annoys Santana when people (Rachel) tease her about her studies, since she's always been a great student who actually cares, but this was never a box people saw her in. It's silent as we swap between social media and our work, until Brittany comes in to distract us, saying she's lonely with only the Real Housewives of wherever to entertain her, and she won't leave until we both go with her. Neither of us can deny her, and we end up having a dance party in the open space before napping together after I announce I probably need to lie down. I lay on the bed first, with both my friends deciding to tuck themselves around me, and I wonder about why I tense when I get one hand from each of them under my shirt on my abs and under my shorts clinging to my thigh.