Toxic

Chapter 5

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Hey y'all!! Hope you guys liked the last chapter! I had so much fun writing it. But hopefully you like this chapter too.

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~T

Santana's P.O.V

'Oh fuck. It's Quinn.' Keeps running through my mind a mile a minute. I quickly grab the sheet and tug it up over my chest.

"Uh Quinn. Can I ask you something?" I mumble, staring at the pattern of the blanket. I can feel myself blushing.

"Sure." She responds quietly. I risk a glance over at her to find her staring at the ceiling.

"Do you have any idea what the hell happened last night? Or is it just me?" I ask, not sure if I want to know the answer.

"Well I know we didn't drive back because I vaguely remember getting into the back of a car with some two guys in the front. But as to what happened and why we are both naked, I have absolutely no clue. Do you?" She explains. I can tell she's trying to keep her voice calm, and I can't blame her. It's not everyday you wake up naked next to your best friend when you both have matching hickeys.

"No idea." I say. I turn to look at the dresser, finding our stuff we locked at Puck's last night. I glance at the clock, 3:30 PM. I pick up my phone and feel something on the back of it. I turn it over to find a post-it stuck to the case. I peel it off and read the sloppy writing.

"San," I real aloud.

"Thanks for coming to the party babe. The after party was fun too ;) just hope the lady at the front desk isn't too mad at you guys. Anyways, I'm going to hang out with Sam and Mike today around town but if you want to go to the beach house I left you a key. Feel free to any booze left over, just beware of the mess ;)

-Puck"

"Oh shit. Puck was here? That doesn't sound good." Quinn she mumbles while rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"I don't know." I say while leaning over the side of the bed grabbing a towel laying on the floor. "But I'm gonna go talk a shower. I feel disgusting." I say as I stand wrapping the towel around me, tucking it tight under my arm. My muscles ache in my legs and back as I stand up.

"Hey San, nice scratches. Looks like someone got some." Quinn laughs from the bed. I turn around to face her.

"Shit I have them too?!" I ask incredulously. "Puck doesn't usually scratch..." I mumble to myself.

"Wait. What do you mean 'too'?" she looks at me confused.

"Blondie, it looks like you got some too." I laugh as I point to a hickey on her collarbone. She tries to glance down at her collarbone, soon finding it impossible. She sits up with the blanket wrapped tightly around her torso as she hurries to the bathroom. I follow her, still tugging the towel tight to my body.

"What the hell?!" Quinn exclaims as she examines her neck in the mirror. The grabs a hair tie off the counter and quickly pulls her hair off her neck into a quick pony tail. A harsh red splotch is blossoming by the base of her neck, then another on her collarbone. Crescent-shaped marks are scattered all along the back of her neck along with pink scratches that disappear beneath the blanket.

I focus on her lips in the reflection. That's weird. They're really swollen and red.

"Q I don't know what happened last night, but by the looks of it you got laid." I laugh as I try and shove her out of the bathroom. "We can talk about this more when I get out of the shower. She puts one hand on the doorframe and the other on my shoulder to try and stop me. Her eyes widen, then she gasps at the same time that realization fills her eyes as she stares at her hand on my chest.