Well, short chapter here, but I wanted to let you all know that I'm back. Think of this as somewhat of a teaser for the next chapter, as it will be much longer and more detailed. It will also bring a guest star. I would love to be my usual HI-larious self, but it's 2:30 am here, and I'm fucking tired….As hell!
Jenny, Guuuuuurl, I got yo number…and it's 12… Chapter 12. So I guess I will remain grounded until then. I'm fine with that for now…I need sleep ….
Brittana Fan, I may call upon thee again, if you'll have me. Do let me know.
Jenny, don't be jelly, 'cause I am the Queen and you know who you are. :p
NayaFan: A shout out to you, 'cause we share a love for Ms. Rivera, and you're a wonderful writer, and we are grounding-mates til one of us updates to Ms. Jenny's super high, super mean standards.
To my readers and reviewers: I love you all and you are the reason I continue to write, even if it takes me a while.
Santana woke up an hour and a half later to a soft knock on the bedroom door. She was still laying on top of Quinn, but Quinn was knocked out, no doubt exhausted from the punishment she had received. She gently lifted herself off the sleeping blonde and pulled the sheet up from the floor, laying it over Quinn's lower half before padding towards the door.
When she pulled it open, she was surprised to see Brittany and Rachel, fully clothed, and more importantly, not at school.
"What are you two still doing here?" She asked, her arms crossed. She minded that they had skipped today. In fact, she was slightly irritated that they had skipped. She had wanted to spend the day laying in the quiet darkness of her room watching her girl sleep.
Brittany's perma-smile wavered, "We thought you might need some support today?" she tried.
Always a sucker for the adorable blonde, Santana's features softened and she nodded. "That would be great." she sighed, "How about a supportive breakfast?" She gave Rachel a slight wink, "One with meat in it..."
Rachel rolled her eyes, but didn't argue. It wouldn't be wise to piss Santana off today. The two girls headed down the stairs to start breakfast. It would be an hour or two, Santana thought, since Brittany couldn't make toast, and Rachel had no clue as to how to cook a piece of bacon or sausage.
The Latina headed back to her bed and laid down beside Quinn, who woke as soon as Santana's head hit the mattress. Instantly, tears sprung to her eyes and she buried her face in the fitted sheet, sobbing.
"Quinn, what's wrong, baby?" Santana asked worriedly, smoothing the hair away from the blonde's face and forcing her to look the Latina in the eye. Santana thought it might be a dumb question to ask, considering what had just gone down, but she went with it anyway.
"I'm sorry, Santana..." Quinn blubbered, almost incoherently, her body heaving as she struggled to control her breath.
"Shhhhhh." Santana soothed, running her fingers through Quinn's hair. "I know...it's over with, babe. It's okay."
Quinn turned her head away and kept crying, so Santana sat up. "Quinn, look at me." she ordered quietly, once more, gently guiding the blonde's face to meet hers. "Remember what I said about punishment last night?"
The lithe blonde nodded, her eyes puffy and red.
"What did I say, Quinn?"
"That punishment equals redemption." she squeaked, grateful that Santana wasn't still pissed off.
"Right...so... I know you'll be feeling this one for a while, but Babe, it's over with, and I forgive you." That was it, Quinn had been through enough...fuck the lines, fuck the grounding...
She reached under Quinn's arms and pulled the blonde to her so they were chest to chest and closed her eyes as a wave of raw emotion hit her like a freight train, "I'm so sorry I had to do that, Quinn." she whispered, a tear running down her caramel cheek. She had planned to say she was sorry she had to do it, but that she wasn't sorry that she actually did...but now, guilt flooded her... Had she done the right thing?
"No, Santana," Quinn implored quietly, "don't do that... Don't regret it. Please, don't regret it." The blonde didn't know if she could stand it if what she had gone through was a "mistake". She kissed the tear trail on Santana's cheek and sniffled, adding quietly, "I will never, ever, fucking lie to you like that again, San... I told you to continue... Remember? I will never..."
She grabbed Santana's arms and guided them around her waist. She was unbelievably sore, more sore than she'd ever been, in more ways than one, but she couldn't go another moment without the Latina's more tender touch...and Santana wasn't going to deny her.
She helped Quinn out of her pajamas, which were still just under her bruised ass, careful not to be too rough, and shed her own clothes quickly. Santana led the blonde over to the couch and sat, pulling Quinn down to straddle her.
She kissed Quinn's left breast swirling her tongue around the pink nipple and sucking it, letting it go with a little popping sound as she moved on to the the right. The blonde breathed heavily, pressing her forehead against the top of the Latina's head, she ran her hands down the nape of Santana's neck and down her back.
Santana was mindful of Quinn's condition, keeping her hands firmly planted on the cheerleader's waist, so as not to grab her ass, as was her habit. She could feel Quinn's warm breath on her ear as she lifted her head to catch Quinn's lips against her own... It made her want to touch herself. She slid her right hand down the creamy white skin of Quinn's taut belly and slid her index and middle fingers slowly into the blonde's pussy. She began to stroke in and out slowly as her left hand went to her own pussy. She used her middle finger to rub her own clit as Quinn braced herself, both hands on Santana's shoulders as the Latina slowly massaged her g-spot.
Quinn began to touch herself as Santana fingered her and she could feel the build up begin. She pushed down a little on Santana's hand, grinding down as she neared the release she needed so badly. She came quietly, pushing Santana back and burying her face in the latina's neck, a soft moan escaping her.
Santana brought herself to an equally quiet orgasm, one hand between her legs, the other wrapped around Quinn's waist, pressing the girl to her chest in a tight embrace that she wished, never had to end, but there was the fucking door again... rattling under the force of Brittany's cheerful exclamation that breakfast was ready.
She sighed and helped Quinn get up, following suit. She had to help the blonde into a slim fit sleep shirt, as it was about the only thing she'd be able to wear for the next day or two. The sleep shirt ended just below her bruised butt, so Quinn supported herself on Santana's shoulders and stepped into the panties the Latina held out for her.
After they had dressed, they headed down the stairs, Santana first, and Quinn behind, moving stiffly, like she could barely bend her knees. She hadn't fully realized just how sore and tight she would be until she tried to walk like she normally would.
Brittany and Rachel were already at the table, a platter of scrambled eggs in front of them. Santana plopped down beside Rachel and leaned back in her chair, watching bemusedly as Quinn lowered herself down beside Brittany with plenty of wincing. Their time together upstairs had restored her faith in the actions she had chosen to take.
"Hey, where the hell is the meat?" Santana demanded.
Rachel rolled her eyes, "The bacon is in the oven, Your highness."
Santana grinned, "That's more like it-wait, the oven, Rachel?... Who actually BAKES bacon?"
"Someone who doesn't want those she cares about, dying of a heart attack caused by bacon fat-clogged arteries, and sky high triglycerides, Santana...and by the way, who's acting like a brat now?" Rachel rambled angrily.
"You." Santana replied simply, daring the little diva to contest with a simple look.
"Oh, just stop, both of you." Quinn fussed, struggling out of her chair and shuffling to the kitchen.
Rachel gave Santana a little poke in the forehead as she passed, getting a half hearted swat and a small chuckle in return, "Watch it, Bambi." she warned, "You're so lucky you're cute."
"Isn't she?" Brittany agreed sweetly, "And she's so much fun to fuck."
"Wow, Brit, that was heartfelt." Santana scoffed as the little brunette disappeared into the kitchen after Quinn.
"Whhhhhhhat?" Brittany asked, her face screwed up in confusion. Santana giggled and leaned across the table for a kiss from the long legged dancer, "Nevermind, Brittany. You're sweet." she conceded.
In the kitchen, Rachel stood on a stool, reaching in the small cabinet over the fridge for a coffee cup. She wanted tea. It helped her digest her food. Quinn was bent over, reaching into the oven for the bacon. Her shirt slid up, revealing the mess that used to be a lily white behind.
"OhmyGOD!" Rachel shrieked, hopping down from the stool, alarming Quinn, and causing her to bump her forearm against the top rack of the oven.
"Fuck, Rachel! WHAT?" she screeched, grabbing her injured arm.
Santana barged through the door, "What the hell is going on?" she demanded.
Rachel was fuming. She couldn't believe the extent and severity of Quinn's bruising. It was practically visible through her panties!
"How could you do that, Santana?" she yelled, pointing at Quinn, "I saw her ass... You're a brute! Heartless! How could you?"
"Rachel," Quinn called calmly, reaching out for the diva's arm. "No, Quinn...this is abuse!" she wrenched her arm away from the blonde, and pushed past the Latina angrily.
"I won't stand for this! I'm going home!"
Santana smacked her hand against her forehead. She could hear Brittany trying to talk Rachel out of leaving, and she could hear Rachel screeching about morals and going too far. Seconds later, she heard the front door slam...