Rachel had just finished her sickeningly saccharine rendition of Madeleine Peyroux's J'Ai Duex Amours – all the while staring at Quinn, of course – when Santana felt her phone vibrating. Rolling her eyes at Rachel's barely veiled serenade, she quickly scanned the text message and smirked.
"What is it?" Brittany whispered in her ear.
"You'll see," Santana said, standing up and walking in front of Rachel, ignoring the girl's protests.
"Listen up," she said, addressing the entire glee club. "My parents have made the wise decision to push their Fall vacation back, which leaves my house totally empty for the weekend."
"You mean for Halloween," Puck said, grinning.
"For Halloween," Santana said with a smirk. Sometimes she and Puck really were on the same page. "My place, next Saturday night at 10pm sharp. If you don't wear a costume and bring a bottle of booze, you won't be allowed inside."
"Santana, you do realize I'm standing right here," Mr. Schuester said.
"Yeah…and?"
"Nothing," he replied, leaning back against the wall with a sigh.
…
After Glee, as the rest of the club filed out of the rehearsal room, Rachel waited for Quinn to pack up her things.
"I think you should come over tonight so we can discuss costume ideas," Rachel said.
"I've been a sexy witch for the past five years, Rach," Quinn responded. "Can't I just do that?"
"Quinn, as this is our first Halloween as a couple and the last of our high school career, I believe that we need to take advantage of this opportunity and come up with costume ideas for the two of us together."
"You can be a sexy witch too?"
"Quinn, that's not even remotely creative!" Rachel squeaked. "This is Halloween! A chance to dress up and become somebody completely different!"
Quinn looked up from her backpack, narrowing her eyes at her girlfriend. "Are you saying that I'm normally a witch?"
"N...No, Quinn, that's not what I meant."
"Really? Because that's exactly what you insinuated."
"Though it's not what I meant, technically, you're correct." Rachel said, hurrying to continue when Quinn's eyes narrowed even more. "But I also insinuated that you're normally sexy. So…you can't really be mad."
Quinn blinked for a moment, a grin blooming on her face before she could stop it. "I guess that's true," she said, gently bumping her hip against Rachel's as they made their way to the parking lot.
"So, thankfully it's Friday, which means we have the entire weekend to brainstorm creative couples costumes, leaving us all of next week to gather the materials we'll need."
"Whatever you say, Rachel," Quinn said, thinking better of arguing with her girlfriend when she fell into planning mode. "One thing though."
"Don't even think about suggesting witch costumes, Quinn."
"I wasn't going to," Quinn said, rolling her eyes.
"Ok, what is it then?"
"I want to be badass."
…
During dinner with Rachel's fathers, Quinn was unceremoniously told that she'd be moving into the Berry household for the weekend because, according to Rachel, there was far too much work that had to be done over the next sixty hours for her to be anywhere else.
When Quinn calmly asked why they couldn't brainstorm over the phone, Rachel looked up at her with wounded eyes.
"You…don't want to stay with me?" Rachel asked, her eyes beginning to water.
"What? No, that's not what I meant!" Quinn said, backtracking as fast as she could. "I only meant that –"
"I thought you'd want to spend more time with me," Rachel mumbled as she picked up a few dishes and brought them into the kitchen.
"I do!" Quinn said, following closely behind. "I do, I just didn't understand why –" Quinn stopped midsentence when Rachel turned around, a single tear flowing down her cheek. "You know what, it doesn't matter. Give me thirty minutes to pick up some stuff from my parents place and I'll be right back," Quinn said, pressing a light kiss to Rachel's forehead.
As soon as she was out the door, Rachel turned back to her fathers, smiled, and wiped the tear away.
"And that, gentlemen, is what the acting lessons were for."
Rachel's fathers blinked for a moment before doubling over in laughter.
Meanwhile, at the Fabray household, Quinn was packing for a week. Just in case.
…
"Oh my god, Quinn, I have the most amazing idea!" Rachel exclaimed, jumping up from the bed and beginning to pace. "It's absolutely perfect!"
"What is it?" Quinn asked warily.
"Elphaba and Galinda!"
"Absolutely not," Quinn said, sitting back against the pillows.
"I know it's – wait, what? No?"
"Not a chance."
"But you love Wicked!" Rachel exclaimed incredulously.
"That doesn't mean I want to dress in an absolutely ridiculous dress all night."
"It's not like you'd be covered in green paint!" Rachel shouted.
"See, even you think it's a pain in the ass!" Quinn replied, continuing before Rachel had a chance to build up for a rant. "Besides, wasn't it you that forbade me from witch costumes just a few hours ago?"
Rachel opened and closed her mouth for a moment, trying to come up with a way out of the trap that she had unknowingly set for herself.
"Fine," she grumbled, sitting back down on the bed in front of Quinn. "But I'm not happy."
"Mmhmm," Quinn said, leaning forward, moving Rachel's hair to one shoulder before gently brushing her lips against the back of her girlfriend's neck. "I bet I can make you happy again," she whispered against skin.
"I know you can," Rachel said, smiling as she leaned backwards into Quinn's arms. "You always do."
…
"We could be a plug and socket," Quinn said the following morning at the Berry's kitchen table.
"Are you kidding me?" Rachel asked, her spoon full of cereal hanging mid-air.
"What's wrong with a plug and socket?"
"It's boring!" Rachel replied, her voice rising. "Besides, I thought you wanted to be badass. How is a plug and socket badass?"
"Well, if I was the plug, I could be inside you all night."
"That's ridiculous, Quinn." Rachel said, though her eyes widened in spite of herself. "I'm not dressing up as a socket for Halloween."
"We could be a ball and chain," Quinn mumbled.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."
"Okay."
…
"What about Romeo and Juliet?" Rachel offered as she bounced up and down on the elliptical.
"No,' Quinn said softly, taking a deep breath as she moved into half-moon pose. She had gotten into yoga after giving up Beth since it eased her anxiety at the same time as helping her get back into shape. Now, she couldn't go without two days without it.
"Why not? It'd be so romantic!" Rachel replied, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat off of her forehead. "And Romeo carries a sword."
"And wears tights,' Quinn said, smoothly twisting her body into a downward-facing dog. "Tights aren't badass."
"Quinn, Superman wears tights."
"Superman is gay," Quinn replied, letting out a deep breath as she stretched the muscles in her legs.
"So are you."
"Beside the point. I claim veto power."
Rachel would have argued more, but when Quinn settled into dolphin pose, resting her elbows on the floor and lifting her ass higher in the air, she lost her train of thought.
…
"I could be a pirate," Quinn said, toweling off their unexpectedly long shower.
"And what would I be?" Rachel asked, pressing a kiss to Quinn's shoulder as she reached for her bathrobe.
"My wench?"
Rachel stopped dead in her track and raised an eyebrow. "Quinn Fabray, did you just call me a wench?"
"No, I said you could be a wench for Halloween," Quinn said, turning around and wrapping her arms around Rachel's waist. "Think about it, you could bring me beer and I could slap your ass all night."
"I'm not even going to dignify that with a response," Rachel said, slipping her robe on and walking out of the bathroom.
"So that's a no?" Quinn called after her.
…
"Quinn, I thought of an incredibly appropriate couples costume for us," Rachel said, lying on the bed with her history textbook perched on the pillow next to her.
"What is it?" Quinn said, setting her laptop down.
"A chef and a bun in the oven."
"Excuse me?"
"I could be a chef, and you could be a bun in an oven," Rachel said, pretending not to notice the look on Quinn's face. "We can paint a large cardboard box to look like an oven with a bun in it."
"You suck," Quinn said.
…
"What about Mr. and Mrs. Pac Man?" Rachel suggested at the dinner table on Saturday night.
"Are you calling me round?" Quinn asked, narrowing her eyes.
"No, I'm – nevermind."
…
It was three in the morning and the girls were curled into each other, fast asleep. All of a sudden, Quinn jolted awake and sat bolt upright in bed.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Rachel shrieked.
"I thought of the perfect costumes in my dream!"
Rachel fell backwards onto the bed, clutching her chest. "Jesus Christ, Quinn, you terrified me!"
"Oh, you're going to be scared shitless of how smart my subconscious is when you hear my idea," Quinn said, leaning down and cupping her hand around Rachel's ear.
"Quinn, why are you whispering, we're the only…oh…oh…Quinn that's an amazing idea!"
"I know, I can't believe we haven't thought of it!"
"It's brilliant, baby," Rachel whispered, pushing Quinn back onto the bed and straddling her. "You were right. Your subconscious is a genius."
Quinn swallowed and nodded as Rachel's fingers moved under the waistband of her pajama shorts.
"I think it deserves a reward."
…
Rachel and Quinn were able to find most of what they needed at the local costume store, but because the place was completely disorganized, the two wound up having to search for the components of their outfits separately.
By the time they rang Santana's doorbell at 11pm on Saturday night, however, they had picked up the few remaining materials that they needed and were ready to party.
"Hi!" Brittany said as she swung the door open, straining her voice over the music and wearing what was quite possible the sexiest French maid outfit ever sold. "S is just getting me a drink, come on inside!"
Rachel grinned and handed Brittany a bottle of tequila as they walked inside.
"I said 10pm Fabray, where the hell have you been?" Santana shouted as she walked in from the kitchen and handed Brittany a beer.
Quinn and Rachel took one look at her and started laughing hysterically.
"Dammit, B, I told you this would happen!" Santana groaned.
"Shouldn't you not be talking?" Quinn managed to choke out.
Rachel snorted.
"Watch it, Fabray" Santana warned, her eyes narrowing under white face paint. "B, I want to be badass! How come Quinn get's to be badass and I don't?"
"Because you promised I could be a French maid and if I'm French you have to be French because we're a couple and that's what couples do!" Brittany chirped. "Don't worry, baby, you look adorable!"
"Really adorable," Quinn said, still giggling.
"Fabray, I swear to all that's holy –"
"Really, Quinn, you need to mime your business," Rachel said, causing her girlfriend to double over with laughter.
"You both suck," Santana said, the beret flying off of her head as she stormed upstairs.
"She's been doing this all night," Brittany said, rolling her eyes. "Hey, Quinn, your costume is –"
"What the fuck, Quinn!" Puck bellowed in as he bounded down the stairs, a beer in each hand. "Santana just told me!"
Quinn looked at him and smirked.
"You stole my costume!" He yelled.
"I couldn't have stolen it, Puck," Quinn said. "I didn't even know you were doing it."
Puck sighed. "At least I wear it better."
"Excuse me?" Rachel said, stepping forward.
"What?" Puck asked, chugging the rest of his beer and crushing the can. "How can she be a better Han Solo? She's not even a guy!"
"She might not be a guy," Rachel said, grinning. "But she got the girl."
With that, Rachel grabbed Quinn's vest and brought her down for a deep kiss. Quinn smirked, holstering her blaster and taking Rachel's bottom lip between her teeth.
Puck just stood there, his eyes comically wide. "Fair enough," he mumbled.
"Are my buns still good?' Rachel asked when their lips parted.
"Perfect," Quinn replied, reaching around and grabbing her ass.
"Not those buns," Rachel said, rolling her eyes.
…
The rest of the glee kids were in the kitchen, taking rounds of shots at Finn's urging. He seemed to be his soldier costume quite seriously as he yelled at the group.
"You call that a shot? This is a shot!" he shouted, downing a double in what seemed like a millisecond.
"Finn, you may have boyishly good looks and flawless skin, but if you yell at me one more time, I'm going to pour this beer over your head," said Kurt, who was dressed as Mugatu from Zoolander.
Mercedes, who was dressed head to toe in strategically ripped garbage bags ("I'm not a hobo, dammit, I'm Derelicte!") barked out a laugh.
Finn shrugged and grabbed four 40s and a roll of duct tape from the counter.
"Puck," he bellowed as he walked out of the kitchen. "Edward 40 Hands!"
"I don't even want to know," Rachel said, reaching over Quinn for a nearby bottle of Jack Daniels and a row of Dixie cups.
"You're going straight for the hard stuff?" Quinn asked, lightly kissing Rachel's cheek.
"Not just me," Rachel replied with a wink as she set out cups and began pouring. "Fellow Glee members, time for a shot!" Rachel yelled.
Within ten seconds, Artie rolled into the kitchen, nearly knocking Quinn over in the process. Not only was he swerving a little to begin with, but he also had a huge cardboard box – painted like the side a boat – that was awkwardly fitted around his wheelchair. Tina, who was dressed like a sailor, fell off of his lap when he suddenly skidded to a stop.
"Artie, I can't ride you if don't tell me when you're going to stop!" Tina sighed, stumbling a little as she stood up and grabbed two of the cups.
"That's what she said," Mike laughed, downing a shot before fist-bumping Matt.
"Dude, Mario has a mustache," Matt said, reaching into Mike's cup and pulling out the now soaked hair-piece before slapping it on Mike's face.
"Yeah, well I'm pretty sure Luigi doesn't have a unibrow," Mike replied, ripping the mustache off of Matt's forehead and sticking it on his lip.
"Our friends are ridiculous," Kurt said, rolling his eyes as he picked up two cups, passing one to Mercedes.
"If by ridiculous, you mean awesome, then yes," Puck said, grinning as he and Finn ran back into the kitchen, each with two large, malt liquor bottles duct taped to their hands.
"Okay, everybody," Quinn shouted, raising her cup. "To beating the crap out of Vocal Adrenaline this year!"
The whole club cheered and downed the contents of their cups.
"Wait, we have no hands!" Finn yelled.
…
Though Quinn obviously wasn't pregnant anymore, she just hadn't really gotten back into alcohol. So after the first half an hour, she had basically stopped drinking. Besides, she thought, there was no way she and Rachel were going to pass out on the living room floor with the rest of the Glee club.
Sure enough, after a few hours, the party had died down a little bit and pretty much everybody was asleep somewhere in the house.
"Baby, c'mere," Rachel whispered, leaning onto Santana's shoulder on the couch with a joint hanging from her lips.
"Santana, I was in the bathroom for five minutes, and you've already turned my girlfriend into a drug addict?" Quinn said, groaning as she sat down next to Rachel.
"M'not an addict, Quinn!" Rachel yelped. "And Santana made me feel fuzzy so she's awesome."
With that, Rachel framed Santana's face in her hands and kissed her right on the lips. When Rachel released her grip, Santana frantically turned to Brittany, who was sitting next to her giggling uncontrollably. After she realized she wasn't in trouble with her girlfriend, Santana winced and slowly turned her attention to Quinn, who was leaning back into the couch with her eyebrow raised and her arms crossed.
"Quinn, it wasn't…she just –" Santana stammered to explain.
"Oh, I know. And she'll get hers later," Quinn said, standing up and patting Santana on the head. "But you did kiss my girlfriend."
"Quinn, what are you –" Santana said, sitting forward and narrowing her eyes.
With a smirk, Quinn dropped to her knees in front of Brittany, grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, and crushed their lips together in a kiss that was far more chaste than it looked.
"Enough, Fabray, you've made your point," Santana said, thudding Quinn lightly on the back of the head.
Smiling, Quinn pressed a tiny kiss to the tip of Brittany's nose, earning a squeal from the other blonde.
With one last wink at Santana, Quinn held her hand out to Rachel, who immediately stood up, fisted her small hands in blonde hair, and ran her tongue along the length of Quinn's bottom lip.
"Mine," she said, latching onto Quinn's lip with her teeth.
"Just remember that," Quinn said, whimpering. "Come on, we have to go home."
"Or else?" Rachel whispered, licking the shell of Quinn's ear.
"Or else our PDA is going to go through the roof," Quinn said, nodding to Brittany and Santana as she dragged Rachel to the car.
TBD