Title: Blaming it on the Alcohol?

Prompt: Day 3 - Drunk

Rating: T

Summary: It's Rachel's party and alcohol helps two girls realizing it's not always bad to let themselves go. Feelings are discovered and surprises lie ahead for them.

Words: 2,073

After the duet with Blaine and having being called a clingy drunk by her ex-boyfriend, Rachel had thrown a drink after another to forget the unpleasant feeling of being inadequate for someone, who had meant the world to her. Finn Hudson had been everything she had looked for in a romantic partner, but obviously it wasn't reciprocated since he had broken up with her and now, he was back to pursuing his other ex-girlfriend: Quinn Fabray. She couldn't really blame him or any other guy, who had gone after the Head Cheerio, a mix of brain and beauty that turned to be deadly for the male population. Rachel herself couldn't deny the obvious 'charme', that distinguished the tall blonde from the other girls in their school; had she been a guy, she would have pursued her too, despite their so different social status in McKinley.

Even now, completely wasted and acting like an angry fool, the brunette couldn't help but admire from afar, in a drunk stupor that didn't make her question the new side of her sexuality. Of course, having grown with two dads and in an open environment, she didn't close any option but she had always chosen boys over girls. Shrugging her shoulders, she mentally told herself not to pay that revelation so much attention right then, and to just postpone it to better and more sober times. Downing her 4th pink shot, she approached her drinking and dancing friends, skipping right toward the blonde cheerio who was dancing by herself in a corner. With a such upbeat music and the alcohol in her system, Rachel took the chance and just danced with the other girl, who had still her eyes closed and seemed to enjoy the company. A pale arm sneaked around her thin waist, tugging her into a taller and more athletic frame as they both adjusted to the song and made up new moves that fitted both.

Rachel's glass was set down on the nearest table, allowing her to lock her small hands around the back of the blonde's head, lowering the red hood of the sweater she wore. Quinn's eyes shot open and her body temporary stilled, partially sobering up at the realization of whom she was dancing with. The alcohol, the music, Santana's being a bitch, the breakup, the messy situation with Finn and, mostly, the way Rachel was looking at her made her forget who they were or what they were supposed to be. No loser and popular cheerio. No singers and ex-pregnant teens. Just them. So, when the music picked up again, she wrapped her own arms around Rachel's waist and back, swaying and grinding their hips together as if they were the only ones dancing in the room. The dimmed lights provided a sense of privacy, they both hoped it could deepen since the Gleeks were still in the basement, probably too drunk to care but still there; that's why Quinn didn't protest, when the brunette tugged her upstairs taking advantage of Finn's bathroom break.

Sneaking out of the basement turned to be quite easy, but they still had to make it to her room, safely and not getting caught by their mutual ex-boyfriend. Lucky for them, the bathroom's door was still closed when they reached the singer's room and just slipped inside, locking the gold starred door behind themselves. The sound of the lock falling into place was the only noise into the room, making and uncomfortable silence cover the two slightly sobered up girls who stood by the bed. No music nor alcohol were coming to their rescue, it was still them but without any good reason to forget what they used to be for each other.

"Maybe this was a bad idea, Rachel." Quinn muttered to herself as she held onto the bedpost for support, swaying lightly for the alcohol circulating in her body. "I mean…we are drunk and Finn and-" She hiccupped and covered her mouth with her left hand, averting her eyes from the brunette's ones.

"You…You are beautiful and…I couldn't help myself downstairs." Rachel's steps were slow but well weighed, until she stood in front of the blonde and draped her arms back around her neck, as they were standing just few minutes before. "I don't know if it's the alcohol or that you are-" lips closed over hers to kiss away the rambling that escaped from the singer's mouth. Eyes fluttered close and hands tugged the blonde's head further down, standing on her tiptoes to press fully against the other girl who just tightened the grip around her waist. Once their mouths parted, soft breaths were exchanged due to their close proximity and bodies were flushed together, feeling the curves of their feminine frames through the thin layer of their clothes.

"You were saying?" Quinn raised an eyebrow challengingly, a soft smirk forming on her thin lips as she backed them toward the bed to take a seat. "Is it normal that the room is spinning so fast?" The smirk quickly turned into a frown as her back hit the mattress and the eyes fluttered close, groaning at the suddenly inability to keep them open and stare at Rachel's beautiful space. "God I am never drinking again, why I keep doing this?"

"Ugh, tell me about it. Puck and his stupid ideas." The singer crawled in bed beside the whimpering cheerleader, who felt a head rest against her chest and a gentle grip on her waist, totally different from her last experience with alcohol that had left her broken and pregnant with her boyfriend's best friend. The petite frame cuddled in her side felt so right and safe, holding her down but not pinning her nor suffocating her. It was just comfortable and familiar.

"Last time I got pregnant, so I perfectly know what you mean." The blonde's hands reached for the pillow and used it to cover both of their faces, shielding them from the dim light emanated by the lamp on the brunette's desk; her face turned slightly to accommodate their positions and bury her nose into chocolate locks, that smelled like sandalwood and freedom.

"Well, no risks with me since I lack the equipment." Rachel's words were muttered drunkenly, but it still made Quinn's heart skip a beat and lean down to brush her lips along the skin between the brunette's brows, tightening the grip behind her small back. "Am I being a clingy girl again?" The singer tried to pull back from the cheerio's arms, suddenly remembering what Finn had told her earlier that night about her drunk ways.

"Don't worry about it, I like it." Quinn's arm slipped comfortably around her shoulders and used the other hand to lace their fingers over her stomach, where their hands rested; her thumb started stroking slow circles on the back of the smaller hand, marvelling at how soft the skin felt under her touch. "Let's sleep some and we'll talk in the morning…" She whispered against the singer's forehead, who nodded lightly and snuggled closer to her, already giving into the alcohol induced sleep with the blonde following close behind.

When morning came around, the sunlight had replaced the artificial light and filled the room, wrapping the two sleeping girls in its warmth; when the alarm went off, a angry hand slammed it shut before going back to the previous position, gently cradling the back of the petite singer's head against her chest. Quinn's head was throbbing and her mouth was dry in the aftermath of her hangover, but at least she hadn't thrown up nor woken up naked again (even if she wouldn't mind at all, given the new circumstances). Opening one eye at time, she looked down at the other girl sleeping soundly against her but the view didn't freak her out, bolting out of the room was the last thing on her mind. For the first time in years, she felt like belonging there with Rachel who had used her as personal pillow and held onto her tightly, not wanting to let her go. Pale fingers slowly started threading through the singer's locks, fixing the bed hair but failing miserably when it kept going back to the messy position it had taken during the sleeping hours; so she just took her time to massage her scalp, inwardly soothing the ache the girl would feel when she woke up.

"Mmmm…I am going to die as a virgin without my EGOT!" Rachel's morning voice was raspier than usual, but utterly cute, a small hand wiped the drool trickling down the side of her mouth before groaning in disgust at the taste of alcohol lingering on her tongue. "I am never drinking again, I swear." Her face buried itself in the crook of the blonde's neck, as if it was the most natural thing to do and they used to cuddle each morning like that.

"Always the dramatic one, even first in the morning." Quinn chuckled to herself and pressed a soft kiss on the brunette's forehead, gently brushing her thumb along her throbbing temple knowing it was one of the spots that ached the most. "Wonder if the others are still down there." The cheerleader looked over at the door, silently thinking someone would barge into the room catching them in bed together. "Do you need a hand with cleaning up?" Quinn slowly slipped out of the brunette's arms and sat up slowly, holding the side of her head with her left hand as she supported her weight with the other one.

"I…I guess the alcohol wore off and we are back to ignoring each other, probably counting last night as nothing but a drunk mistake right? Of course, how can you, Miss Head Cheerio, considering our kiss as something to talk about or even explore? I am still the Loser who deserves to be reminded of her social status and-"

"Rachel. My head is killing me and if you haven't noticed, I didn't freak out nor left you asleep in your bed but kept on cuddling with you. Now, we are both dealing with the aftermath of this hangover but that's the only reason why I am not going to address the kiss from last night." Quinn's hand cupped the brunette's cheek, gently stroking the skin under her eye. "I'll go home, shower and change in some comfortable clothes and then I'll come back to help you with cleaning up, before your folks come back. We can talk then, okay?"

"Sounds like a good plan, I could use a shower and a tall glass of mouthwash to get rid of the horrendous taste of vodka and whatever else was in last night drinks." Rachel nodded softly and nuzzled the girl's palm, who leaned down and dropped a soft kiss on the angle of her mouth. "I'll be waiting for you, the second key is under the mat. You can let yourself in."

"Rach, I honestly think you should consider not leaving it there while your parents are not home, it's the first place where burglars might look and it could be dangerous." The blonde frowned and settled back down on her side, arm cradling the side of the girl's head. "I'll take it home with me, since I am coming back but from today on, you should put it somewhere safer."

"Your protectiveness is very endearing, Quinn. Who would've imagined you'd be worried about me? It's so sweet." Rachel beamed up at the other girl, who blushed lightly and pecked the tip of her nose before slipping out of bed in search of her shoes. "Don't take too long, maybe we could watch a movie after we are done cleaning?"

"I'll bring some food then and we can have a movie night." The cheerleader smiled at the singer, who clapped her hands louder than it should have been, making them both cringe at the noise. "Something not too noisy and no musicals, though." She pointed her finger playfully at her, who pouted and huffed in protest. "Fine, we'll see. I'll see you in a bit babe." Kissing her forehead quickly, the blonde slipped out of the room not even realizing the nickname she had used to address the brunette, who forgot about the movie issue and just grinned to herself. Maybe she'd reconsider her no-drinking policy, if kissing Quinn Fabray turned out to be the consequence of such a wild night.

The End