Requested by joeyjojo on TvTropes. Consider it a sequel to Study Session.
Showers, quite true to popular belief, are a good place to sing. It's hard to explain exactly why, but singing and showers go together like peanut-butter and jelly. It's just often that some jars exceed expiration date, and yet, some idiot opens the jar.
Rachel, being her talented self, always sung in the shower. Be it her home shower, her friend's shower, or even the school's shower, she practiced the song that the Glee club was working on. Thankfully, her talent kept her from being beaten savagely by any given music critic.
Well, save for Coach.
Of course, normally I would put her singing here, but this is fanfiction. You can't hear it, so there's no point.
"Hmm…that was good." Rachel turned around to see a towel-wrapped Quinn. She looked…a little too happy.
"Quinn! My gawd! Do you mind?" Rachel covered her naughty bits, turning red like a tomato.
"Sorry, just admiring the view." Quinn walked closer, with Rachel walking backwards, finally backing into the wall. "You're really are talented."
"You drunk? Or high?"
"If I say on you…"
"Ugh! Quinn, I ought to…" Before she could finish her threat, Quinn closed the gap between the two, and locked lips. A fast tongue war was fought, and won by Quinn, with Rachel trying to break free. The two went down to the wet ground, with the towel covering Quinn coming loose, with only her back being covered.
"Rachel…we're alone. I locked the door, and we have each other."
"Quinn…for crying out loud, if you wanted to have sex, you could have asked. My shower is more sexy than this dirty school's shower."
"You're right!" Quinn got up and pointed to a corner. "Look! There's Santana and Brittany, naked!"
The couple, having been frozen by the sight that was transpiring, covered themselves with each other's hands. Santana spoke first. "Honey, so are you!"
"Don't bother, we're leaving." Quinn wrapped her towel around her and Rachel, and the two left. "My shower, or yours?"
"I haven't done in yours…"
"Oh, you'll like it…"
"Umm…" Brittany looked confused, completely justified. "What happened?"
"I think…" Santana said, scratching her head. "We've been out-gayed."