Author: FairyLies PM
She loved her for the little things— for everything. You don't always fall in love with the right person, but that's what makes life interesting.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Santana L. & Quinn F. - Chapters: 20 - Words: 106,875 - Reviews: 279 - Favs: 325 - Follows: 306 - Updated: 06-15-12 - Published: 01-15-12 - Status: Complete - id: 7742269
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"Uhh S, right there, oh my God. So good. Don't stop, fuck. Uhh you're ama —"
Santana Lopez just finished taking up architecture; that was 3 years of flawless grades, hot hook-ups and an unlimited allowance. Now she was out in the real world but that didn't mean she had to deal with it. Santana was the only heiress to the chain of Lopez Hotels around the world, meaning she was fucking loaded and she didn't need to work a day of her life.
The thing is she was also talented; rather than doodling stars and hearts when she was younger, she busied herself by making elaborate blueprints and floor plans that were used in the family business. She was fifteen when she designed her first building for her father; she was a prodigy- an amazing architect.
Honestly, Santana didn't really need to go to college; it's not like they could've taught her anything she couldn't have learned from a highly paid mentor. Plus, her family name made a diploma just an unnecessary piece of paper.
She wanted a college experience though and Santana always gets what she wants.
She partied like a rockstar but she was still able to maintain her grades- told you she was gifted. She probably slept with every single hot girl in the area and she never got into a relationship. College was definitely a fun experience for her and she absolutely loved it.
Now that she was out in the real world though, everyone was trying to get her to sign on as their architect or designer; successful companies all over the world and even some of their rival hotels... She couldn't care less though; she only took on projects when she was bored because most of the time she only had one thing on her mind... Girls.
Santana Lopez was badass, gorgeous and sexy... That was a deadly combination for anyone with eyes. She had a perfect track record with the girls, which were always left satisfied by the Latina's skills in bed.
"Fuck S, that was amazing." The blonde mumbled out before drifting into sleep.
"Hey, you should wake up, I'm going out in a while." Santana said while poking the sleeping blonde on her bed.
"S, come on let's sleep some more I'm still tired, last night was insane. You were amazing..."
"Always am baby but seriously Britts, I need to go. I'll call you soon, okay? We can do this again some other time."
"Fine fine, I'm up. Geez, don't take too long next time I need my Lopez loving." Brittany batted her eyelashes at her and got up from the bed.
Santana just smirked while she waited for the blonde to leave her hotel room. When she was alone she walked over to the window of the 48th floor of 'El Lopez' in LA She could see everything from that penthouse suite. She admired the view for a while, she was just 21, she should enjoy life, right?
Her iPhone ruined the moment though...
"Ayo Lopez, I heard there's a new club opening in your hotel in LA"
"So... You're getting me in VIP right? You need a wingman!"
"You and I both know I don't need a wingman my game is flawless."
"Fine but please I know the chicks there are gonna be banging. Come on, San, please." Puck was practically begging her for an invite.
"Fine, fine." Santana chuckled. "Be here at 10:30 then let's go hard, I'm hoping there's someone even sorta interesting tonight. I even called Britts last night cause all these LA girls are boring."
"You just slept with too many of them."
"True, bye Puck." She dismissed him then hangs up.
She gazed back at the view, hoping she'll meet someone tonight that can actually captivate her. She was just 21, rich as fuck with no cares whatsoever, why shouldn't she have some fun?
The club was packed; well it is in a Lopez hotel... Meaning, everyone who was anyone was there. Santana and Puck were at the VIP floor looking at all the people below. Santana was bored because all the girls in the room looked ordinary to her...
"Lopez, wake up! You see anyone?"
"Puck... Does it look like there is anyone? The same kind of girls, the same kind of sex, the same boring routine."
"Santana, only you would be bored with having sex with hot girls... You're 21 and you're bored with sex- what the fuck?" Her best friend asked amusedly.
"I'm not bored with sex, I love sex. Sex is amazing, I'm just bored with the same kind of girls that throw themselves at me when they find out my last name."
"I'd be thankful if my last name were Lopez." Puck said grinning. "Hey how about that chick? She looks like she's our age but she's dressed like she's fucking going to the office."
"Which one? Oh wow, the blonde in the pencil skirt and the blazer?"
"Yeah that one, she'll be different for sure..." Puck said obviously kidding.
"Actually Puck, I'm game. It'd be interesting she looks so mature but I'm sure she's not older than 25. I know what a MILF looks like, bro and that girl is just dressing like a mom." The Latina said, her eyes glued to the blonde.
"You're jok —" Puck started but stops when he realizes that Santana already left his side and was headed downstairs to talk to the blonde.
"Hey!" Santana stepped right in front of the blonde and greeted her rather obnoxiously. "Fancy seeing you here, Emma."
"Oh shit, I'm sorry I thought you were my secretary. This is embarrassing, she was wearing that exact outfit this morning." Santana chucked out and the blonde gawked at her, clearly insulted by the comment. "Well you do dress like her but she's old as fuck and you look like you're my age... So, how old are you?" Santana asked with a smirk but before the blonde girl could reply she started talking again. "Wait, tell me after I get you a drink."
"Don't worry kid, I'm not seventeen. Oh and no thank you, I don't accept drinks from children." The blonde said, emphasizing a couple of her words.
Santana's smirk faltered for a second before quickly turning her confidence back on. "Oh is that so? Don't worry, baby. I'm legal, we can have our fun."
"This conversation is really entertaining but I need to go now." The blonde replied sarcastically before turning towards the exit.
Santana didn't get it- why the hell wasn't this girl falling for her charm? "Wait!" Santana ran after her. "I'm sorry about that, I guess I was a bit rude—"
The blonde quirkd an eyebrow at her and started turning around again.
"Okay, okay. I was really rude! I'm sorry. I'm Santana, by the way. I'm 21 and I actually really want to get to know you." The Latina was surprised at how honest she was being but there was just something about the blonde that intrigued her and it was way more than the usual 'try and get into my pants' attraction she felt towards girls.
The blondes face softened for the first time during her whole interaction with Santana, she finally relented when she sees the sincerity in the brown orbs in front of her. "Hi Santana, I'm Quinn and I'm 24 if you really must know. I hope that I don't actually remind you of your secretary."
"No, no, Quinn! I guess that was a horrible way to start a conversation and you don't look old, I promise. You're- umm- you're really pretty."
Santana blushed at her choice of words… She has told countless girls at lot cruder and more vulgar compliments than that without getting fazed at all and here she was turning red over calling Quinn pretty...
Quinn flashed Santana a shy smile. "Okay, Santana. I give in, I'll take you up on that drink." Santana let out a big grin before bringing the blonde up to the VIP area.
"Woah, how'd you score this place? You're not one of those super spoiled rich kids, right?" Quinn said jokingly and Santana just shrugged her shoulders in response.
"It's easier to talk up here since we can control the volume, so like I won't need to yell at you."
"Wow, looked who did a complete 180, where's the girl I was talking to a while ago?"
"I said that I was sorry." Santana said with a small pout. "Come on, let's just get our drink on." She asked one of the waiters to get them a round of tequila and vodka shots and a bottle of champagne.
Quinn stared, wide-eyed, at the tray that the waiter brought back- mixing drinks was never a good idea. "Okay, its either you're an alcoholic or you're really trying to get me drunk."
Santana shrugged and smirked at Quinn. "Maybe both." She answered smoothly before winking and handing Quinn two shot glasses. "Bottoms up!"
They both winced at the taste, Quinn never used a vodka shot as a chaser before. She had a pretty high tolerance but this was just crazy. Let's just say that after 30 minutes of drinking and talking they were pretty fucking wasted. Santana looked at Quinn and even in the dim light in the club she could see how beautiful the blonde's eyes were. Hazel orbs of pure—
"Hey snap out of it." Quinn waved a hand in front of her face, taking her away from her thoughts.
"I'm sorry, your eyes are just amazingly distracting." Santana said sincerely, which made Quinn blush.'
The blonde wasn't used to getting attention from someone like Santana; she stands up from the couch and pulls the Latina to her feet. Quinn started impulsively dancing with Santana and soon they started grinding on each other, their bodies moving in-sync to the music.
Quinn hands were all over Santana; she knew it was wrong but she didn't give a fuck anymore- blame it on the alcohol? She pressed her forehead onto the Latina's before crashing their lips together, making sure to quickly deepen the kiss. Of course, Santana was more than willing to participate. Their tongues battled for dominance and Santana felt like she was going insane, she never felt a kiss that great before… And she was pretty experienced in that particular aspect of life.
When they finally broke it off to catch their breaths, Quinn cups Santana's cheek and husks out a question. "You have a room here?"
Santana didn't even vocalize an answer; she just did her best to fight off the effects of the alcohol while she dragged Quinn with her out of the club. She led them to the elevators and up to her suite.
When Quinn got in the hotel room she was amazed- how can a 21 year old afford to stay in a room like this? She quickly forgot about it though when she felt Santana's arms around her waist. She spun around to kiss the Latina again.
The kiss was deep and filled with passion, Santana tried to lead them to the bedroom without breaking the kiss; she needed to keep kissing the blonde.
She expertly opened the bedroom door without even looking, and continued to pull Quinn towards the bed, when the back of her knees hit the mattress she finally broke the lip-lock. Panting for air, she began tugging the blonde's skirt down.
"Off." She rasped breathlessly, and the blonde complied; tearing all of her clothes off pretty quickly and leaving her body clad only in her lace underwear.
Santana was amazed with Quinn's body, the blonde was just so lean and sexy; the clothes she was wearing a while ago did not do her body justice at all. She licked her lips before kissing Quinn again, she then turns them around and makes Quinn lay on the bed. She attaches herself to the blonde's neck and starts skilfully sucking on Quinn's pulse point.
Quinn was arching her back, trying to get some more contact with the Latina. "Wait San, your- uh- clothes. Take them off." The blonde breathed out, her hands gripping whatever they could hold onto.
Santana detached herself from Quinn for a couple of seconds, removing her red dress faster than what she even thought as possible. She was glad that she decided not to wear panties that night, thus it was easy to just remove her bra and return to the job at hand.
Quinn eyed Santana's body lustfully, the Latina was freaking sexy in the red dress but her killer body completely naked was just fucking flawless. The perfect sized boobs, amazing abs, and long legs all covered in beautiful caramel skin.
Santana moved lower Quinn's body and removed the blonde's annoying bra, sliding it off her shoulders. She took in the sight of the beautiful ivory breasts in front of her and kisses Quinn again before gently massaging the blonde's mounds. She broke the kiss to move down and start sucking on Quinn's nipples.
"Fuck Santana, God." Quinn moaned out, curving her back to get more of herself into Santana's mouth.
Once Quinn's chest got enough attention the Latina released the mound that she was sucking on with a plop. She flashed Quinn a sly grin before trailing down the blonde's body with her tongue. Making sure to lick as much of the pale skin as she could. Until she was face to face with Quinn's panties, which were completely soaked by now. She licked over them and Quinn groaned at the extremely light contact, Santana started giving attention to the blonde's sexy legs, kissing and sucking Quinn's inner thighs.
"Santana, fuck please no more teasing uhh —" Quinn groaned out loudly, blindly moving her hips in attempt to get pressure where she needed it the most. The Latina's arms prevented her from moving too much though.
Santana looked up and made sure that she locked eyes with the hazel ones above her while continuing her sexual assault near the blonde's center. "What -" Kiss. "do -" Lick. "you -" Kiss. "need -" Lick. "Quinn?" She followed up her torturous statement with one of her signature smirks.
Quinn whimpered desperately, she never needed to be touched this badly in her life; her panties were drenched and she fucking needed release. Now. "You baby, I need you to make me come, please uhh —" Her begging was replaced with a moan when Santana finally cupped her center, feeling how wet the blonde was; she finally removed the ruined black lace panties. The sight of Quinn's glistening center made Santana's mouth water and she wasted no more time, quickly running her tongue over the entire length of the blonde's slit.
"Holy shit, uhh —" Quinn was kind of embarrassed; she felt like she was gonna come already and that was only the first touch down there.
Santana smirked, knowing that the blonde was already pretty close. She relentlessly sucked on blonde's bud and continued licking Quinn's center, alternating between the two actions. Quinn was writhing in pleasure under her, trying to hold back; to make the feeling last long.
When Santana finally penetrated Quinn's opening with her tongue the blonde lost it; she was sent over the edge, experiencing one of the best orgasms in her life. She was shaking hard and Santana kept going so the blonde could ride out the feeling for as long as possible. When Quinn finally came down from her high she couldn't believe it, she's never felt anything like that.
By the time her eyes were finally able to focus again, she saw Santana with this smug look on her face. "I'm amazing, don't you —" Before the Latina could even finish her sentence, their roles were reversed and Quinn was on top of her, their lips crashing against each other's once more.
Quinn did not disappoint, not at all, Santana was also shaking after the blonde was done with her. The Latina never came that hard before and she passed out right after, her last coherent thought was about how amazing the blonde in her arms was.
Santana woke up the next morning feeling the after effects of all the alcohol she drank the night before and then she remembered the amazing sex she had with a certain blonde stranger. She started to blindly pat the space beside her, trying to reach for Quinn but she felt nothing.
Her eyes shot open and she saw a cold empty space where she expected to see the girl she slept with. She felt something strange in her chest, an unfamiliar feeling. Why was this hook up different from all the others? Santana fucked around with a lot of girls and usually she was happy that they were gone in the morning, it meant that she didn't have to kick them out...
Why was Quinn any different? Santana just groaned before grabbing some pain killers and forcing herself back to sleep.
She was 21, she shouldn't be thinking about a girl this much... Falling in love was for 'grown ups', right?