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Unexpected || Quinntana

Sun, 26 May 2013 23:38:44 -0400

Quinn: bit her lip and nods. "Well, it is to me." she whispered before touching the top of Santana's hand. "I'm trusting you." she said trying to relax the tension in her muscles from her nervousness.
Santana: dropped her towel off of the bed and slid closer to Quinn, crawling between her legs. "Baby, I'm gonna make you feel so good." She leaned in and kissed Quinn softly, her hands sliding up the girl's sides to slip under her shirt. Finding her without a bra, Santana groaned and tweaked a nipple. "I'm gonna get you naked, okay?"

Unexpected || Quinntana

Sun, 26 May 2013 23:25:48 -0400

Quinn: "We can't..You don't love me.. I've never had sex before." the young blond whispered nervously. "I know you can make me feel good and god..I want you to so badly but I.." she didn't even know, she was too aroused to be coherent.
Santana: She groaned and shrugged. "I don't love anyone. Sex isn't about love. Sex is about me making you cum so hard you forget your name." She leaned in and kissed Quinn's inner thigh, smirking. "One little touch. I swear I'll stop if you ask."

Unexpected || Quinntana

Sun, 26 May 2013 23:10:58 -0400

Quinn: Quinn still bright red, shook her head, her eyes filled with worry. "No, I can't. It isn't right of me to..we're sisters..you don't like me..that way..I.." she rambled nervously wringing her hands. She was so confused and conflicted. She knew what this would lead to and the young blond didn't want her first time to be a feeling-less fling.
Santana: "Come on, Q." She begged. "I've totally thought about you while fucking myself too. I wanna see you naked to see if it matches my imagination." She parted Quinn's thighs and pouted. "Please? We're not technically sisters, and we don't hate each other. Let me make you feel good."

Unexpected || Quinntana

Sun, 26 May 2013 22:50:55 -0400

Santana: Santana stepped in to Quinn’s room, smirking at the younger girl as she sat on the edge of her bed. She could see the wet spot on Quinn’s panties, and knew the girl must be incredibly wet. The fact that she’d said her name twice meant that she was getting off to the thought of her, and Santana felt her own center dampen at the thought of it. “I’m here now. You were getting off to me? Really?” She leaned in towards the girl and trailed a hand down the pale thigh in front of her. “Keep going? I wanna watch you. Hear you say my name

Unexpected- Quinntana

Sun, 26 May 2013 22:42:56 -0400

miss-quinn—-fabray:

santanaamariaalopezz:

Santana had been at work all day, busting her ass to finish what she had to do on top of her college homework. When she finally got home, she was exhausted, and all she wanted was a shower. After stripping herself in the bathroom and standing under the spray for what seemed like an hour, she climbed out and wrapped a towel around her as she combed her hair out, her mind swimming a little. In the past couple of months, she’d gotten used to living with Quinn and her mother. Sure, they fought constantly, but they got along as well. And Santana loved to tease Quinn, make her stutter and turn bright red. Just thinking about Quinn made her shiver a little, and sliding on her panties, Santana wished that she could just go in Quinn’s room and have her way with her.

She stepped out of the restroom in just her underwear, walking quickly down the hallway to get to her bedroom. But as she passed Quinn’s room, she heard tiny whimpers and she swore she heard her name. Santana backed up and listened at the door, hearing her name a second and a third time. The moan that escaped Quinn after had Santana sucking in a breath and pushing open the door. “I heard my name, Q. What are you doing?” she asked, even though she knew the answer.

Quinn immediately stopped her ministrations and blushed bright red with embarrassment. “San..I d-didn’t know you’d be home so..soon..” she murmured under her breath. Looking down at her comforter and not at her step-sister’s damp, towel covered body. Her face was flushed with heat. She knew it wasn’t right. To have feelings for her sister, it wasn’t right and here she was, pleasuring herself at the thought of being able to make out with the Latina. Of course, the young blond had never had sex before and wasn’t planning on having it until she was really ready.

Santana stepped in to Quinn’s room, smirking at the younger girl as she sat on the edge of her bed. She could see the wet spot on Quinn’s panties, and knew the girl must be incredibly wet. The fact that she’d said her name twice meant that she was getting off to the thought of her, and Santana felt her own center dampen at the thought of it. “I’m here now. You were getting off to me? Really?” She leaned in towards the girl and trailed a hand down the pale thigh in front of her. “Keep going? I wanna watch you. Hear you say my name.”

Unexpected- Quinntana

Sat, 25 May 2013 23:59:49 -0400

miss-quinn—-fabray:

A couple of months had passed in the Fabray-Lopez household. Angry words had been said, pounding on the bathroom shared by two teenagers had been heard and most of all tears had been shed. Poor Quinn was so emotionally confused and sexually frustrated in the worst way. Though she herself had never dated anyone of either gender before, she certainly pegged herself as different from the other girls. But lately, she was getting these feelings, feelings she’d never experienced before about her stepsister, Santana. The Latina was so loud, obnoxious and self assure that the young blond couldn’t help but be attracted to her. She knew the older girl was teasing her, walking through the hall saying she forgot her towel, bringing random girls home from the high school. Unfortunately for Quinn, she couldn’t just push San up against a wall and kiss her senseless, they were sisters; kinda. So she decided to take matters into her own hands and pleasure herself that rainy afternoon.

She was admitting little whimpers and moans as she did so, muttering Santana’s name under her breath over and over, biting her lip to keep from moaning out any louder.

Santana had been at work all day, busting her ass to finish what she had to do on top of her college homework. When she finally got home, she was exhausted, and all she wanted was a shower. After stripping herself in the bathroom and standing under the spray for what seemed like an hour, she climbed out and wrapped a towel around her as she combed her hair out, her mind swimming a little. In the past couple of months, she’d gotten used to living with Quinn and her mother. Sure, they fought constantly, but they got along as well. And Santana loved to tease Quinn, make her stutter and turn bright red. Just thinking about Quinn made her shiver a little, and sliding on her panties, Santana wished that she could just go in Quinn’s room and have her way with her.

She stepped out of the restroom in just her underwear, walking quickly down the hallway to get to her bedroom. But as she passed Quinn’s room, she heard tiny whimpers and she swore she heard her name. Santana backed up and listened at the door, hearing her name a second and a third time. The moan that escaped Quinn after had Santana sucking in a breath and pushing open the door. “I heard my name, Q. What are you doing?” she asked, even though she knew the answer.

Gross.

Sat, 25 May 2013 23:24:09 -0400

miss-quinn—-fabray:

I’m sorry.

It’s whatever.

Gross.

Sat, 25 May 2013 23:12:38 -0400

miss-quinn—-fabray:

Thank you..by the way..for not hating me..I don’t hate you at all.

You don’t have to thank me for that. Just quit talking about it.

Gross.

Sat, 25 May 2013 23:05:08 -0400

miss-quinn—-fabray:

Great. I’ll meet you downstairs..in..five?

Sure.

Gross.

Sat, 25 May 2013 23:00:55 -0400

miss-quinn—-fabray:

My ears are forever scarred. Do you want to go for a walk…with me?

I was thinking about getting a beer and sneaking on to the roof. But I guess we can walk.

Gross.

Sat, 25 May 2013 22:37:33 -0400

miss-quinn—-fabray:

Hearing your mom and new stepfather “break in” the new bed at eight o’ clock at night was certainly not planned.

Yeah, that was not a sound I was down for. Which is why I’m escaping this house.

Sweet Disposition- Quinntana

Sat, 25 May 2013 21:30:23 -0400

miss-quinn—-fabray:

Quinn nodded, ignoring the comment about the gay bars and the use of her profanity. Her face fell into a frown at Santana’s other comments. “Unlike my mother, I am not stuck up. Yale is just one of my schools that I hope to attend. Secondly, you have no fucking idea what my mother has gone through and yes, I know she immerses herself into religion to the extreme, is annoying and snobby but I’ve lived with her my entire life and we’ve been through a lot together. Just..please..I don’t need this from you right now.” she said, taking a deep breath. “I know you hate..living here..and me very much..but I don’t hate you okay?” she said running her hand through her hair exhaustively. She wasn’t in the mood to pick a fight and was too tired to start yelling anyway.

Santana rolled her eyes. “Got it. You’re smart and you wanna go to some big time school. And your mama thumps her bible for a reason. Check and check.” She rolled over and propped herself up on her elbows, nodding to what Quinn was saying. “I do hate living here. My dad and I were totally cool with being alone in our big house. But then we had to move here and share it with you guys. So lame. But I don’t.. hate you. K? I don’t. So whatever. I’m gonna go downstairs and make coffee. See ya, princess.” She climbed off of the bed and straightened out her skirt, heading towards the door.

Sweet Disposition- Quinntana

Sat, 25 May 2013 21:06:18 -0400

miss-quinn—-fabray:

“Whatever.” Quinn shut her eyes for a moment in annoyance. “I don’t actually. I’m planning on moving to New York, go to Yale to major in photography? There’s no way in hell I’m letting my mother keep me here in Lima.” she said firmly. She bit her lip when she heard Santana ask about what “was wrong with her mother”. She got that question a lot. “My..mom’s had a..difficult past. My dad wasn’t the easiest to be around for either of us.”The truth was that the blond’s father was an abusive alcoholic For years, she watched her dad abuse her mother and she herself took harsh beatings which only continued as she got older. Things certainly took a turn for the worst when her older brother and sister left for college and the beatings became more frequent since the two older kids weren’t there to take them for her. But of course, Quinn would never be stupid enough to show her vulnerability to her stepsister who was turning out to be quite an unsympathetic smart ass.

“New York fucking rocks,” she commented, missing the city a little. She’d gone there several times with her mom when she was still alive, and her dad would send her every so often to go visit her aunt and see the city again. It was a place that Santana loved and valued, but she wasn’t going to tell this girl that. “It has a bitchin bar scene. The gay bars there are unreal.” They were. Santana had found herself in some compromising situations while in them, which she loved. “Yeah okay, Yale. Do you realize how stuck up you sound?” she laughed, rolling her eyes. “Got it. Hard knock life. I’ll make sure to not ask her to scrub the kitchen too hard.”

Sweet Disposition- Quinntana

Sat, 25 May 2013 20:39:30 -0400

miss-quinn—-fabray:

Quinn scoffed. “What’s got your panties in a wad Lopez? It’s not bubblegum pink like you expected?” she rolled her eyes. Though the blond did enjoy the dresses and necklaces and other “girly things”, she was quite the tomboy growing up with a rugged older brother and a snooty big sister. The nineteen year old loved to climb trees and ride her bike around the neighborhood coming home with skinned knees and holes in her jeans like a boy. Her mother berated her of course about it and began to shut that side of her away, forcing her in obscene frilly dresses and pink headbands; crushing Q’s tomboy ways.

She still had managed to keep some of her own style though and embraced the style of vintage clothing, photography and things like that. She kept her room the normal shade of ivory white. “It’s plain, my mother would have much rather had me paint it something more “ladylike” and disgusting.” she said looking over at the window, trying not to make eye contact with the older girl. The Latina though only a few months or so older, was quite intimidating and extremely voluptuous in comparison to the young blond’s smaller, thin frame with no curves to be thought of.

“Just because it’s not pink doesn’t mean it’s not ugly,” Santana snarked, pulling one of the girl’s pillows to cushion her head. She always just made herself comfortable wherever she went, and she normally didn’t care what anyone thought about it, she just did it. After curling the pillow a little to get a better head rest, she looked around the room before looking over at Quinn. “So, princess. Do you plan on sticking around this shithole forever or are you moving on to bigger and better digs?” She raised an eyebrow. “Oh man, is your mom forcing you to live here until you get married? That would suck, but I could totally see it. She forced me to go to church once. Oh hell naw that ain’t happenin.” Santana shook her head and kicked her legs over the side of the bed. “So uh, what’s up with your mom anyways? She seems sketchy as fuck.”

Finally got this shit set up. Took me all damn day.

Sat, 25 May 2013 20:26:42 -0400

Finally got this shit set up. Took me all damn day.

Sweet Disposition- Quinntana

Sat, 25 May 2013 20:06:48 -0400

miss-quinn—-fabray:

Quinn smiled at her handiwork as she hung up her last summer dress in her new closet. Brushing her hands on her worn jeans, she sat on her new bed and curled her legs up under herself. The young blond was frustrated about her new living situation and her new life to be honest. She didn’t like that during her last year at home she had a new stepdad and stepsister. It wasn’t fair and sometimes she just wanted to scream her heart out. But it wasn’t worth it and she just had to embrace the situation.

The blond sighed again and pulled out her special box that she had hidden under her bed. Inside, it contained her scrapbook, vintage camera and magazine clippings of places she wanted to travel in the world. Quinn was a hopeless romantic also so she also kept her journal in said box which contained a list of all the things she would like in a dream lover. The blond didn’t know what she wanted, whether to date a boy or a girl and it was her major dilemma these days. She sighed yet again and flopped onto the bed on her back and stared at the ceiling.

As Santana shoved her last shoe box in to the closet, she let out a frustrated sigh. Out of all the places she’d rather be living, this one was the worst. She hadn’t planned on living at home for a year after high school, but when her apartment and her roommate fell through, this was were she ended up. Except now the house was a little crowded since her father had decided to move two blonde women in when she wasn’t looking. At twenty years old, Santana now had a stepsister and a stepmother, something she never would have thought she would have. But now she was stuck with them. Well, at least until her dad ditched the woman and moved on to the next one, which she hoped he did soon.

Across the hallway, her perfect, blonde, stepsister was probably tidying up her perfect pink room while Santana tried to tame the mess all over her room. The two were polar opposites, and yeah, the girl was hot, but Santana didn’t plan on fucking her new sister. Yet. Deciding she couldn’t take anymore unpacking, she walked across the hall and flopped on to Quinn’s bed, sighing. “Your room is hideous.”

So much to unpack, so little patience.

Sat, 25 May 2013 17:36:03 -0400

So much to unpack, so little patience.

So apparently the Fabray-Lopez family is a thing now.

Sat, 25 May 2013 17:24:18 -0400

miss-quinn—-fabray:

Don’t worry, definitely wasn’t planning on asking you.

Perfect. Later, blondie.

So apparently the Fabray-Lopez family is a thing now.

Sat, 25 May 2013 17:00:37 -0400

miss-quinn—-fabray:

I see.

Anyways, have fun unpacking your shit. If you need any help, don’t ask me.

So apparently the Fabray-Lopez family is a thing now.

Sat, 25 May 2013 16:34:44 -0400

miss-quinn—-fabray:

I’m not that gulible but nice try.

I tried.