First multi chapter I've ever done. Also the first smut, which won't be until later on in the story.
This is a Gender!swap Rachel who will be known as Ryan and is also kind of a badass.
Quinn is the same except Beth never happened and she's not so... Christian.
It's a future fic.
I don't own Glee, if I did things would've been a helluva lot different.
All mistakes are mine and mine alone.
Leave a review if you'd like, all is appreciated :)
As soon as Ryan stumbled through the front door Quinn knew he was drunk.
She watched on, amused, as he tried to hang his keys on the hook, dropping them 3 times before they finally latched. He then struggled to take his black Vans off, catching the door handle to steady himself before he fell flat on his ass.
Muttering incoherent sentences to himself (cursing at his inability to see straight was Quinn's guess) he walked over to where she was standing by the couch.
As soon as he was an arms length away the stale stench of cigarettes and the pungent smell of whiskey on his breath crept its way into her nose.
She cringed slightly, hating the fact that her boyfriend was still smoking no matter her constant pleas for him to quit.
He reached out to wrap his arms around her middle so she slowly lifted her own to envelop them around his neck, burrowing her face into his chest and inhaling the same scent she smelt just moments before he embraced her as well as his own personal smell, which, to her, smelt earthy with a hint of pine. He must have forgone wearing cologne this evening, she thought.
She was in sensory overload. Her favourite beat was that of his heart, slowly thumping against her right ear. It was one of her favourite sounds in the world.
His chin came to rest on the top of her head and she could feel the prickliness of his 5 o'clock shadow there immediately.
The hairs on the nape of his neck were slightly damp from the sweat he exuded from a night on the drink, her fingers deftly gliding over them as if to remind herself that he was still there.
Her eyes taking in the movements of his chest as he breathed. The way it slowly raised and then fell again each time he took a breath, her upper body gently moving along with it.
After a while she could feel him pull back, his hands coming to rest on her hips. She released her hold from his neck and looked up at his face. His eyes were glazed over and he had a slight smirk on his face. She smiled back at him as she brought her hands to rest on his strong shoulders.
"I missed you baby," he slurred out, licking his lips before pressing them to hers in a tender kiss.
"I missed you too handsome. Did you have a good night?" she replied as she pulled her mouth away, immediately tasting the sweetness of the whiskey he would've previously drank.
"Are you kidding? It was Finn's buck's night, of course I had fun!"
"I suspected as much. Although ever since you told me Puck was organizing tonight I was worried for everyone involved, especially the guys partners" she stated, making him smirk deviously, then took his hand in hers and led him into the kitchen.
"No need to worry, sweetheart, all the boys are home safe and sound and completely satisfied after a good night out on the town, including myself. Although, we'll all most likely be worse for wear in the morning but all in all it was well worth it" was his reply as he slumped into a seat at the kitchen table and watched as his girlfriend reached high into the cupboard for a glass, his breath faltering as he looked at her perfect ass covered by her favourite pair of his grey sweatpants, quickly averting his gaze as she turned back around and walked to the sink. After pouring him a glass of water she sat to his left and placed it down in front of him, watching as he picked it up then proceeded to gulp it down in a matter of seconds before putting it back down and turning to face her.
"Well, I'm glad you had a good night and didn't get up to anything moronic" she said through a smile.
The suspicious glint in his eyes and the half crooked smile that took place on his face was enough to let Quinn know that there was something her boyfriend wasn't telling her. She cleared her throat then raised an eyebrow at him before speaking, "I'm probably going to regret asking you this but what exactly did you guys end up doing tonight?"
Quinn didn't miss the way Ryan's smile fell and his eyes immediately widened. She set her signature HBIC stare into place and directed it right at him, making him inhale sharply.
"Ah, you know, we did what guys usually do on a bucks night. Like, pubs and stuff. You know how it goes" he responded nervously, his hands coming together as he cracked his knuckles loudly and smiled at her uncomfortably.
"Uh-huh. So you all went to the pub and got completely hammered. Then I'm guessing this 'stuff' you did involved going to a strip club and wasting god knows how much money on women who wear hardly any clothes, if any at all?" she retorted hotly, noticing how her boyfriend swallowed uneasily.
"Then I'll bet you all got private lap dances and continued to spend even more money on alcohol and strippers, the latter being something you promised me wouldn't happen tonight" Quinn continued as she felt her face heat up from the rage that was quickly building up inside her.
"Babe, please just calm down, ok? It wasn't like that at all. As a matter of fact I spent no money on the strippers at all, private dances or otherwise. I mean, I had to pay entry but that doesn't count" Ryan replied with a pleased smile plastered on his face, thinking that he'd be in the all clear from a stupid argument between him and the blonde. He was wrong.
Quinn saw nothing but red.
How dare he try to defend himself after he lied to her about this! He was in a relationship for goodness sakes; he shouldn't need or even want to be going near other women besides her, let alone strippers!
She got up swiftly and stormed off to the bedroom leaving a confused and very intoxicated Ryan left to ponder over what exactly had just happened.