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Quinn’s sigh fell from her lips the moment she fell ungracefully into the chair. Her carryon rested next to her as other passengers filed out from the plane. Some continued further into the airport, while others chose seats like Quinn did. She pulled out her phone and scanned the notifications. Her mother, asking for the fifth time what her flight information was. Her sister, sending a photo of the kids wishing her good luck. Audible, she had a new credit. At least that could kill time. Tinder. Why the hell not? She opened the application, and felt someone sit down behind her. Paying them no mind, she started to swipe through.
Overly muscled guy in a backwards cap and no shirt. Left.
Woman with short hair and looks a little dangerous. Right.
Cute guy with glasses in a sweater and tie. Left. She’d only break his heart.
Left. Left. Right. Left. Right.
Duck lips, too much cleavage, perhaps not wearing a bra. And way too much makeup. Left. Imagine having a conversation with her.
“Wow. Hard left on her, huh?” The voice came from behind her. It was smooth, silky and playful. Still, Quinn raised one eyebrow and turned, ready to scold the person for looking over her shoulder.
And there she was. The same duck-lipped, too much cleavage, still not wearing a bra with a little less make-uped woman that Quinn had just swiped left on.
Quinn did what she could to hide her shock and embarrassment. She didn’t look so obnoxious in person. “And yet I still find myself talking to you,” she said as she turned a little further.
The woman’s grin grew even more. “It’s fate,” she said. “What was it? You don’t like my picture? So many people compliment me on it.”
Quinn rolled her eyes. “I am so not getting into a debate about fate with a stranger,” she muttered under her breath. “You’re just not my type,” she said a little louder.
“Oh, I doubt that. I’m everyone’s type, in one way or another. I’m Santana.” She introduced herself, and her dark brown eyes went from Quinn’s hazel ones and down her body. “And you’re mine,” she added, meeting her eyes with a grin again.
Quinn let out a long sigh and shook her head. She didn’t realize she was smiling. “One trait I admire is humility.” She said the word slowly, as though teaching someone how to pronounce it. Santana's eyeroll was hard and pronounced. Quinn raised her eyebrows. “You know… nothing of what you’ve shown me so far,” she added with a small chuckle. “Now, I’m going to go back to finding someone who might actually get my attention.” She turned back to her phone, willing her burning cheeks to cool off.
"Vocabulary lesson..." Quinn heard hummed behind her. "I can think of something better you can do."
After refusing to engage with the admittedly witty Santana, Quinn had her headphones in, listening to an audiobook. She had to do something to stop herself from talking to the other woman more. Quinn was one of the last to board the plane. She saw no reason to wait in line for other people to find their seats, stow their luggage, and to sit there for even longer while other people did the same. She always checked her baggage anyway.
She walked along the narrow aisle, her eyes flicking down the numbered seats. She stopped at row G. Her seat, the aisle, was empty. The window seat next to hers, however, was not.
"Hiya Teach," Santana said, smirking at her.
Quinn groaned as she sat down in her seat. Reluctantly, she pulled her headphones out. "Apparently the universe has decided I have to talk to you," she muttered.
Santana laughed. "Five hour flight, Blondie. Plenty of time for you to explain why I'm not your type," she grinned.
Quinn closed her eyes for a moment and willed her self control to tough it out. Five hours. Five hours, and Quinn would be home in New York. She could get back to work tomorrow.
"What had you in LA?"
Quinn looked over at her. Now she wanted some basic conversation? "Um... My mom moved out here a few years ago. Some sort of mid-life crisis after my dad's hundredth affair," she told her. She had been so caught off guard by Santana asking her a normal question that she answered truthfully. "You?" she asked, glancing over at her. She actually was incredibly attractive.
"Oh, I'm from here. Moved to New York a few years ago. It was my niece's quinceañera." Santana looked out the window as the plane started to move. They were both ignoring the flight attendants as they gave the same safety instruction everyone had heard too many times.
Quinn chuckled softly. "Do you usually spend time on Tinder when you're with family?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow.
Santana matched her look. "Do you usually spend time on Tinder in an airport? What... looking for a bathroom quickie?" she asked, then laughed when Quinn's face turned red. "Let me guess... You're well behaved. Have you ever had sex in a public place? When your partner has to cover your mouth so you don't get caught?"
At least she was keeping her voice down. But Quinn could hear the amusement in Santana's voice. It was only fueled by Quinn's deepening blush. "Santana..." Quinn hissed.
Santana leaned down, her lips coming closer to her ears. "Is it because you're loud? Girls like you are always loud."
Quinn snapped her gaze to Santana. Which was evidently a mistake, because if the plane hit a bump, they'd be kissing. "What do you mean 'girls like me'? You know nothing about me."
"Girls who blush when someone talks about sex."
Quinn's gaze snapped forward again. "Strangers. When strangers talk about sex. Because you are a stranger," she muttered.
Santana just shrugged. "Never stopped me before. Sex with strangers is far less complicated," she murmured. When Quinn looked at her, she saw her laughing. "Some people have it as a bucket list thing. Sex on a plane."
She wouldn't stop. Quinn knew she wouldn't stop. She sighed and made a show of putting her headphones in. She could still hear Santana's laugh through her audiobook.
Two hours into the flight, and Quinn couldn't help but think about what Santana had said. A partner covering your mouth. Sex in public. It was a bucket list thing for her. And after a week with her mother, Quinn really needed a little release. When Quinn looked at Santana, she was playing a game on her phone. Quinn let out a long sigh and took her headphones out. She'd have to backtrack the entire book, having been thinking about this for so long. She slowly wrapped her headphones around her phone and stored it in her purse, then looked at Santana. The other woman didn't look at her, but Quinn saw the corner of her mouth tug up in a grin, and she stopped playing her game.
Quinn stood and walked slowly to the small bathroom. At least most people were asleep. Quinn was sure she wouldn't be able to do this if people looked at her. She slipped into the bathroom and closed the door, but didn't lock it. She took a couple steadying breaths, and turned when she felt someone tugging on the bathroom door. Santana slipped inside and locked the door. With the two of them, there was hardly room to move without tripping back over the toilet.
Still, somehow, Santana turned and pinned Quinn back against the small shelf with the sink. Santana's soft, full lips pressed against Quinn's. The kiss claimed Quinn. Her back arched as she pushed herself up onto the shelf behind her. She felt Santana smirk against her lips as soft hands pushed up her shirt. Suddenly Santana's fingers were deftly unbuttoning Quinn's jeans. Quinn didn't usually do hook-ups, so she didn't know how this was supposed to work. Of course, there wouldn't be foreplay in a bathroom. Earlier... that was the foreplay. Quinn gasped. Santana's fingers had found their way under Quinn's underwear and were already dragging through her wetness.
"Shh...." Santana reminded her. Her lips were still working against Quinn's. She took advantage of Quinn's gasp to push her tongue past her lips. Two of Santana's fingers pushed inside of her. A little too easily, perhaps. She was soaking wet. And Santana was damn proud of herself for that. Her thumb settled over Quinn's clit and rubbed tight circles while her fingers curled. Quinn broke the kiss when her head fell back, hitting hard against the plastic walls of the small stall. Santana's free hand came up to cover Quinn's mouth just in time to muffle a moan. Quinn gripped the shelf beneath her and rolled her hips. She was incredibly desperate for her release. This whole encounter had her closer to her edge so quickly. Santana changed her angle slightly and pressed a little harder over Quinn's mouth. Quinn couldn't control that moan, either. She bit down slightly on Santana's hand to try and keep her moan in, and before she knew it her orgasm was pulled out of her. Santana replaced her hand with her mouth and kissed her through the orgasm. She only pulled back as Quinn's body relaxed.
"God..." Quinn sighed. She was breathing hard.
Santana pulled back from her and removed her fingers. She sucked them clean, her eyes on the blonde. She moaned lowly. "Too bad we don't have more room in here." She murmured. She kissed Quinn again, quickly this time. "I'll give you a moment to collect yourself." With that, Santana unlocked the door and slipped out of the stall. Quinn took only a minute before fixing herself and going back to their seat.
Santana was still smirking, but she looked much more relaxed. Her gaze was directed out of the window, but she turned to watch Quinn sit down. Quinn stretched and relaxed back before closing her eyes. She started to chuckle a little bit. "I really needed to relax..." she whispered.
Santana nodded. "Everyone needs to let loose once in a while," she said.
Quinn just smiled and dozed off. As the plane landed, Santana gathered her things. She studied Quinn for a moment, who was finally waking up. She looked like she had slept a whole night in those couple hours. "So... I live in Bed-Stuy." Santana raised her eyebrows. "Any interest in getting a drink with me?"
Quinn looked up from her phone. She raised her eyebrows, then grinned. "That sounds great, provided the drink is at your place."