No-one explained all that clearly. I'll even Febreeze the place for you. Santana sat in the middle of a small cot that filled much of the room, arms encircling her knees, face buried in the sleeves of her purple top. It's a deal," Quinn said, smirking at the last bit. Quinn slowly pulls down her panties and she can smell her own arousal. Her voice was music to my ears. Hell, it had become pretty standard for her to pop out of existence in the years they had all known her, and to pop back up whenever she felt like it, or when she had no choice, like in high school.
Rachel moved her hand lower and underneath Santana's skirt. Add to library Discussion 10 Browse more Fanfiction. Santana isn't surprised at the reason why. You must be logged in to post a comment. A drabble inspired by Purrpickle.
Rachel followed him, closing the classroom door. I, for one, never liked Santana or Brittany or took them seriously. It's supposed to be their graduation; they prefer to see it as their escape. How many times do you have to lose someone before you decide to tell them how you feel? This is the story of two boys who found each other and never let go.
Rachel smirked at her and took a step forward, effectively trapping her. Now it feels like it did when you were in the closet! Quinn Fabray is back. Okay, you won't be now, idiot, she thinks. It was a strategy she used at home when her parents were arguing, or cozying up to a bottle. Rachel could only hope she wasn't wet enough for Quinn to notice yet; she thought she might die if she left a mark on her jeans. But then Quinn's lips connect with her clit and she's coming immediately.