Severed | Glee

Chapter Nine

It'd been a few days now, and Quinn was still determined to push any sort of feeling away.
Later that day, she'd gotten a message from several friends, all announcing they were in town. A perfect idea came to Quinn
She headed over to her roommates, with her phone in hand.
"Hey, some of the kids from glee club are in town, would it be okay if I invited them over to our house for a gathering?" she asked.
Puck was stoked to hear. Any sort of gathering meant drinks were going to be involved.
Bree nodded. "You don't have to ask, just say you're inviting people over," she said.
Quinn politely smiled then walked away. Puck leaned into Bree and smugly grinned.
"You know," he started. "A party isn't really a party without some hot ladies-"
"You're nasty," Bree said and walked away from Puck.
"You didn't even let me finish!" he exclaimed.
"The answer is no, for everything you're about to bring up," Bree replied.
Puck huffed and crossed his arms.
"It was worth a shot," he said to himself.

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Later that evening, the guests began to turn up. First it was Rachel and Finn, the second Kurt and Blaine, then Brittany and Mike.
They were the only ones who were actually in town, so the accomadation would be much easier.
"This is a gorgeous house!" Kurt gushed.
"Thank you," Quinn chuckled.
"How'd you afford this? I mean you're in college!" Mike wondered.
"It was more a team effort," she replied.
A knock came at the door, and so Bree got up to answer. There was a few muffled voices. Bree led the two over to everyone else.
"Well look who it is," Blaine smiled and stood up, hugging Santana and shaking Kara's hand.
"Pleasure to meet you all again," Kara said.
Santana took a seat next to Quinn, while the others all stood and sat around wherever they wanted.
Quinn tensed up. Santana's perfume filled her nose.
Santana seemed just as tense.
Rachel raised a suspicious eyebrow and eyed the two. Finn caught on and discreetly nudged her.
"So, what are you all doing in town?" Santana asked.
"I live here...," Brittany replied. "But the others figured we could all hang out."
The others nodded along in agreement.
"How's school been going for you two?" Mike asked.
Quinn and Santana looked to each other. No one but their parents have asked them that.
"It's good- difficult, but good," Quinn replied.
'Difficult? College is a breeze!' Santana thought. Then it hit her. Of course it was difficult for Quinn, she was studying to become a lawyer!
"I find it pretty relaxing," Santana shrugged.
"That's because you sleep through the classes," Kara added.
"Shhh!!" Santana scolded.
Everyone burst into laughter while Santana rolled her eyes and leaned back in the chair.
Quinn gave Santana a playfull rub on the head before standing up to grab everyone a beverage.
Santana's eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat. She was not prepared for that touch.
Quinn handed out the drinks and placed a larger bottle on the table encase they wanted to top off their drinks, and they certainly topped off their drinks.
Within an hour the first bottle had been emptied, and the second was halfway there.
They all slurred over their words and lost balance fairly easily.
One person remained sober, though, and she went around making sure everyone was comfortable and keeping out of trouble.
"Hey, hun?" Bree called out and rushed over to her girlfriend who was pouring another cup. "I love you, but I think you've had enough to drink- Puck, Brittany! C'mon, off the counter!"
Puck and Brittany were oddly standing on top of the counter. They both jumped to the ground and stumbled their way over to the others.
Quinn and Santana, along with Rachel and Finn were the only ones who remained quiet and out of trouble.
Blaine, Kurt, and Mike were all together, speaking and laughing loudly.
"By the way, we never asked yous. But how's school and work been going for you?" Santana asked Finn and Rachel.
Rachel piped up and grabbed Finn's leg.
"School has been great! Nyada's really working out for me. And Finn, he's been doing great too, haven't you?" Rachel said.
Finn nodded. "Yep, Burt's a really good boss," he added.
"I'm bummed the others couldn't be here," Santana said.
Quinn crossed one leg over the other and nodded. "I'm sure we'll be able to catch up with them soon," she replied.
Kurt, Blaine, and Mike came over to join in on their conversation.
"Mercedes might be here in a few weeks, but I'm not too sure," Kurt mentioned.
Mike then nodded along. "I'm sure I'll be back pretty soon, too, so I'll make sure to bring Tina when she's not busy," he said.
*CRASH*
Everyone turned to face the kitchen, hundreds of shards of glass were scattered all over the floor. 
"Are you okay?!" Quinn jumped to her feet.
Bree nodded fairly quickly and gently grabbed Kara's arm.
"I think it's time I get her to bed," she said and escorted Kara down to her own bedroom.
"What happened?" Brittany asked.
Santana shrugged it off while she proceeded to grab another drink.
"Nothing to worry about," she answered.
Quinn stood up from the couch and walked into the kitchen to clean all of the glass.
Brittany and Puck were still running around, so Quinn had to constantly warn them to keep out of the kitchen.
"A broken glass was bound to happen the way we're all drinking," Kurt pointed out.
"Mm, that's right," Santana agreed.
"Crap!" Quinn anxiously whispered.
Santana turned around to see what the problem was, then she saw it. Blood trickling down Quinn's finger and arm as she held her hand up.
"Oh shit," she said and quickly stood up.
Santana knelt down beside Quinn and observed the injury.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
Quinn nodded and continued to pick up the glass. Santana grabbed her arm to stop her. When the others saw what was going on they all got up to help pick up the shards, too.
"I'm fine, San, it's just a small cut," Quinn reassured.
"Uh-huh," Santana said. "Let's go clean it before you get it infected." She forced Quinn to the bathroom and made her sit down on the closed toilet lid.
"Where do you keep your antiseptic and bandages?" Santana asked while she rummaged around through a cabinet.
Quinn pointed to a corner of the sinks cabinet.
"They're hidden behind some things," she said.
Santana nodded and pulled the supplies out. She walked over to Quinn and knelt down in front of her.
Santana grabbed the nearest face cloth and poured the antiseptic on it before rubbing it on Quinn's wound.
Quinn winced and tried to pull away, but Santana firmed her grip.
"I know it hurts, but it's gotta be cleaned," she stated.
Quinn scrunched up her face then teasingly grinned.
"I mean I'm sure it'll clean itself overtime-"
"No," Santana bluntly said.
The room fell silent while Santana continued to clean the wound.
As she was wrapping the finger in the bandage, she glanced up and made eye contact with Quinn. Both girls froze. Santana moved her eyes away from Quinn's and took in the rest of her facial features. Her nose, her ears that her hair was tucked behind, her reddened cheeks, and then her eyes fell onto her lips.
Quinn's eyes were fixated on Santana's eyes only, but when she noticed where she was looking, she couldn't help but look down, too.
Like something had taken over her, Santana bit her lower lip and placed her hands on Quinn's legs before slowly leaning in.
They were both drunk, but this felt right. Everything about this moment felt like it was natural.
Their lips were only a few centimeters away from each other. They could feel the other person's breath. They both closed their eyes. Their chests pounded. Santana grabbed onto Quinn's legs even tighter.
Right as their lips were about to touch, Santana slipped and fell forehead first into Quinn's chin. She then slid down into Quinn's chest.
The blonde tried to catch Santana, but it was too late. By the time she moved Santana was already on the floor.
The moment had officially been destroyed.
"Are you okay?!" Quinn quickly rushed down to Santana.
Santana rubbed her head and curled her toes from the embarrassment.
"Yep, are you?" she asked
"I am. You took quite the tumble there, aye?" Quinn said, trying her best not to laugh.
Suddenly both girls were distracted when they heard the sound of someone running into the kitchen.
"Off the counter!" Bree shouted.
Quinn and Santana looked back to each other and giggled.
The girls walked out into the room with everyone else. The glass had been completely tidied, and Puck and Brittany were sulking on the couch while Bree hovered over them lecturing them about standing on the counters.
"Well, today was certainly something," Mike said.
"You could say that again," Blaine agreed.

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Several more hours passed by, and everyone was exhausted and barely moved from the couch.
Finn forced himself up and then pulled Rachel to her feet, too.
"We should probably get going," Finn said.
Quinn shook her head and gestured for them to sit.
"Yous are drunk. You should all spend the night. I'll set up blankets and beds in here for you all," she replied.
Kurt waved a dismissive hand. "Don't sweat, we don't want to be any more of a burden to you," he said.
"I'll get the blankets." Quinn ignored him and left to retrieve all the items.
Santana shook her head and chuckled to herself.
"She's as stubborn as she was back in high school," she mentioned.
Soon Quinn returned with the blankets and ushered for everyone to hop off the couch. She placed a couple on the sofa and then a few thick ones on the ground.
"There, that way I know you're all safe tonight," she said.

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The following morning everyone helped clean up the place before they all left. The only people who remained in the house now were Santana and Kara.
Santana sat on top of the counter while she watched Quinn wash some dishes.
"So, about yesterday," Santana brought up.
"What about it?" Quinn raised an eyebrow.
"Look, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean for it to get awkward," Santana apologised.
Quinn shook her head and softly smiled.
"It didn't get awkward. Everything's fine," she reassured.
Santana felt like believing Quinn, but she knew that they both knew that it did in fact get awkward for at least a few seconds.
"I'll probably get going pretty soon," Santana informed. "But thank you for- well..., everything."
"It's okay. You're welcome to come by whenever you want, you know?"
"I know..."