Hopelessly Devoted To You

Prologue: Five Years Earlier

Author's Note: Hey! I know what you may be thinking: someone is still writing Glee fanfics on 2020? Well yeah, lock down and too much free time, and Naya Rivera's death has made me rewatch the show all over again and I got this awesome idea(s) [maybe or maybe not I'm writing another fanfic] so I thought I had to share it with you.

A little explanation: This fanfic started because I read once a one-shot that was an absolute cliffhanger. I needed more and since more didn't exist, I decided to create it myself. Of course, for it to make sense, I had to include that one shot. It is "Chapter 1: The Wedding". You will maybe notice that the type of writing is slightly different to mine, but it had to be there for the story to make sense. I didn't modify anything, only turned it to past tense (because it was in present tense and I don't feel comfortable writing in present tense) and I can't remember the author's name, I know I found it on fanfictiondotcom so credits to them. If you read it and find that it's yours, I hope you enjoy what I created from your story ^^

Rating: M. It's rated with adult content for a reason. Well, for a few: explicit sex, rough language, drug use and a little bit of Lima Heights violence. If this is not your thing, I suggest you to turn around now. Also A LOT of drama, again if you are looking for fluff and rainbows, this is not the place.

Main Characters: Santana Lopez and Quinn Fabray, it's a Quinntana fic after all, duh. But a lot of Glee characters will be involved. A bit of Faberry drama granted, I don't ship them to be honest, but I know a lot of you do, so I felt like I had to give you a little something ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee unfortunately. I don't own Chapter 1 either. I only own the Prologue and everything from Chapter 2 on. And my imagination.

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PROLOGUE: Five years earlier

It was so damn hot in this room.

Well, maybe it had something to do with the fact that I had Quinn's bare legs wrapped around my naked body while she is sitting on our kitchen's table and I had my fingers deep buried inside her perfect body.

Yes, maybe it had to do something with that. Our moans and gasps had turned incoherent a while ago, we were both panting, and our kisses were lazy and sloppy, but oh man, she was so damn tight, she felt so good that sometimes I wished I had a cock to fuck her and really get that feeling around me. But I had to be happy with my fingers and the occasional use of the strap on we bought together a few months ago.

"Oh, fuck, San... yes, yes" Q moaned in my ear, the feeling of her hot breath over my skin making me shudder "I'm so close babe, don't stop". Quinn's voice always was able to push me over the edge. I swear it wasn't the first time I came only hearing her voice. Why had it to be so damn sexy? Willing to give her one of the best orgasms ever, I thrusted into her harder and deeper, feeling her warm and tight walls clenching around my fingers.

"Santana...did you cheat on me?" I froze. Yes, Quinn's voice was extremely sexy, but I totally didn't see that coming. I automatically pulled my fingers out of her, maybe a bit more roughly than I should have, and I heard her whimpering in disappointment. "Why did you stop?"

I stepped back forcing her to unwrap her legs off of my waist. "Excuse me? You just asked if I cheated on you and you pretend me to keep fucking you like there's no tomorrow?" both my brows rose in disbelief and crossed my arms over my bare chest.

"I thought the arousal would loosen your tongue like alcohol does" Since when was Quinn so bitter?

"What the actual fuck is going on, Q?" She was getting on my nerves.

"You are always flirting around with everyone, and I heard some rumours".

Okay. So maybe I was a flirt. And maybe I did flirt around with everyone. But that doesn't mean I'm going to cheat. Maybe it meant that a year ago, but not anymore, I was committed to Quinn, I just couldn't help being a flirt. There was nothing wrong with that, right?

"Oh, c'mon Q, I've always been a flirt, that's how I got into your pants at the wedding to start with"

"I was wearing a dress" what's with the bitterness, woman? "And if I'm not totally wrong, let me remind you that it was me who got into your pants. You'd have never hit on me if I didn't display all my damn charms to make you know for sure that you were getting laid that fucking night"

"I was wearing a dress" yes, that was stupid and childish, but I really didn't have any answer to what she had just said since she was absolutely right. Besides, if I was getting bitter Q, she would get childish Santana. It was definitely better than Lima Heights Santana.

"Did you cheat on me or not?"

Did I mention we were still naked? Yes, we were arguing naked. Not that I was complaining, but it was a bit distracting.

"Care to stop staring at my boobs and answer?" Okay, Bitter Q, calm your tits down.

"What the hell did you hear?"

"Elaine"

I froze again. Okay so maybe I had seen Elaine a few times after we faked to be in a relationship to make Brittany jealous. Long story short, I thought she was straight and well, she wasn't. So yeah. And okay, maybe I had seen her recently.

"What about Elaine?" yes, playing a fool was the best idea.

"Are you going to tell me you weren't seen with her three nights ago at a club kissing her? Because I kind of remember you got home almost at 5am and quite drunk" she was raising a brow in a very Quinn Fabray way, and we all know that meant danger.

"She kissed me. I was drunk, yes; she took advantage of me and caught me off guard so I couldn't stop her before she kissed me. But it meant nothing, c'mon Quinn, it's only a kiss" so, maybe I didn't remember the rest of the night so well and only maybe something happened in the club's bathroom. But I'm almost positive that all I did was try to push away from her, after all she was drunk too.

"Knowing you, it's never only a kiss"

"What the fuck is that even supposed to mean?" Oh, no, bitch town express arriving way too fast.

"Exactly what you heard"

"Really, Quinn? Are you calling me a whore now?"

"Maybe"

Oh, no, no, no. It took everything I had and more not to go all Lima Heights on her ass. I was trying not to be like that anymore. I was really trying, but she was making it very difficult. I stepped closer to her, till our faces were just a couple inches apart, fury burning in my insides.

"At least I always get what I want. What do you get, Quinn? Years drooling after a boy who preferred the ugly dwarf of Rachel Berry, then a couple more drooling after a stupid man-child with a maohawk and finally you get a slutty but hot as fuck lesbian. Great, Quinn, great. You know what? Maybe I am indeed a whore, since I fucked the three of y-"

My speech was shut up with a slap. "Get out of here" she added. So I was degrading myself and I still got slapped. Under normal circumstances I would have just slapped her back, but no matter how awful things we had said to each other, she had never called me a whore before, not that meaningfully at least. And I have to say, that really hurt. It hurt enough to not slap her but turn my back to her and furiously look for my clothes, putting them on as fast as I could, then turning around to look at the blonde once more.

"I said get the fuck out of here"

"Fuck you, Fabray"

Those were the last words we shared. I grabbed my phone, my wallet and nothing else, not even my keys. I stepped out of our apartment, slammed the door shut behind me and never looked back.

I didn't even go back to get all my stuff, instead I asked Rachel and Kurt to do that for me.