This is extremely AU, as in where: Quinn and Rachel don't know each other. There was never a Glee club. The setting is in the summer. Quinn and her father actually have a loving relationship. Quinn was never pregnant and Finn broke up with Rachel. Um, this was in my mind. I had to do it.
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The party bumbled along, but it was boring to Rachel. She wasn't having fun. Finn, her ex, had invited her so they could spend more time together. That wasn't the case, as he was off playing beer pong with his best friend Puck. She didn't know what to do. Parties weren't her scene. She was a more of a laidback, summer-night-walks kind of person. This was ridiculous.
She was about to leave. She didn't want to leave Finn high and dry, but really, she couldn't stay. She couldn't stand the smell of body odor and vomit. It was getting too cramped, and there was a bunch more things that she could bitch about. She thinks about telling Finn that she's going to leave, but he's too wrapped up in drunkenly kissing the vase in the hallway to notice. She stifles a giggle and turns the opposite way. Behind her, Puck is taking pictures with his phone.
"What's up Berry?" he asks.
"Tell Finn that I'm leaving please?" Puck nods, turning his phone another angle. Rachel takes a look at her watch and sighs. It's only eight thirty. She looks up from her watch, checking her pockets to make sure she has everything. Phone - check! Lip gloss - check! Money - check! She walks forward, trying to think of the best way to get out of the crowded house. She thrusts herself into the crowd, only to be carried back out again, by a girl, taller than her, blond hair, hazel eyes and pink lips.
"Unhand me!" Rachel demands. The crowd, for some odd reason, gets frantic. There's an increased level of yelling and screaming, also, there's a lot of movement.
"Do you know the fastest way to get out of here?" the blonde asks.
"What? Why?"
"There's no time, please, do you know?" she asks, looking behind her. Her height shields Rachel from whatever it is she running from.
"Well, I suppose the safest, most secure way to get out of here without being detected is to take the steps. Take a left and exit through the window at the end of the hall, you can climb down the steps on the side of the house," Rachel informs. She knows Mike's house like the back of hand. She and Finn used to fool around everywhere. "What's going on?"
"There's no time, come with me!" she says, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the steps. Rachel tries to fight her off, but she doesn't want to get lost in the bustle of the party goers. They seem upset. "Come on!" the girl yells, tugging at Rachel's hands on the steps. Rachel looks back.
"What's happening?"
"The cops are here!" she informs, pulling Rachel soundly into her arms. They fall onto the steps, Rachel on top of taller girl. It's an honest mistake, but the blonde doesn't seem to mind. Rachel flushes embarrassingly, and she's kind of confused at why she didn't freak out. Quinn smiles, lifts her with strong arms, and positions her gently on the steps. The blonde is quick to get up, laughing and pushing Rachel gently up the steps. "Come on, they're coming!"
They make it up the steps, but only with a few cops on their trail. There are people scrambling, and Rachel desperately hopes that she doesn't trip and fall. She's so scared that the only thing she can hear is her heart thumping. When she makes it to the window, she looks back and the blonde's nowhere to be seen. Her expression falls, and she's kind of scared, but she feels kind of betrayed. She securely makes her way out of the window, climbing down the spikes on the side of the house. Her feet lands in a heap of grass of the backyard. She looks up at the window. She doesn't know if she should leave or if she should stay and wait for her mystery friend. After five minutes, she walks on, hugging her arms because she's cold.
She squeaks in fear when someone touches her shoulder. She looks up and the blonde is smiling at her. She looks around before pulling her coat off and positioning on Rachel's shoulders. It smells nice and it's warm. Rachel smiles up at the girl.
"I'm Quinn," she says holding out her hand.
"Rachel," Rachel says back, shaking Quinn's hand lightly. They both stop, looking forward as they hear a man's voice. Quinn grips her forward, making Rachel collide with her chest. Quinn looks down at her, staring into her eyes.
"Whatever happens, just follow my lead okay? It will keep you out of jail," Quinn whispers. Rachel nods, not really thinking. She's too caught up in Quinn's eyes, and maybe the faint smell of the perfume Quinn is wearing.
"Who's there?" the man asks again, shining a flashlight on the two girls. It is then that Quinn closes the space between them. They're kissing, and quickly it's becoming heated. Rachel is getting beside herself. She's never kissed a girl before, and she's never been in that situation. "Okay, okay, break it up, you're coming with me!" he demands, pushing Quinn away from Rachel. The brunette is scared. Scared that she's going to get locked up. Scared that the police will notify her parents, making them come from the respective business trips.
"Hey Mr. John," Quinn greets, hanging onto Rachel's hand.
"Quinn? You're at this party?" the cop asks. Quinn smirks, eyes twinkling at Rachel.
"Yeah… I'm here with my girlfriend, Rachel. John this is Rachel.. Rachel, John," Quinn introduces. Rachel shakes his hand, a bit worried about what's going to happen next. She's not sure who she's dealing with. Quinn knows a cop. Rachel has never seen a cop up close before.
"Uh, um, hello Rachel," he stutters out. It's unimpressive.
"Look John, why don't you let us go, okay? I'll let my dad know how cooperative you've been," Quinn says. John frowns.
"It's Mr. John to you, okay? And your dad wouldn't be happy about this when he finds out," he says.
"Who says he has to find out? Look, I'll slip your name if you let my girlfriend and I go, okay?" Quinn bribes.
"What happened to Jesse?" John asks. Quinn blushes.
"Wasn't what I was looking for, and can your keep your mouth closed, Rach here doesn't like to hear that name," Quinn snaps. Rachel blushes. She's doesn't even know who Jesse is. She's not sure what her opinion on her first impression of Quinn is. Was Quinn a womanizer? Rachel's only drawing on what she saw. She's distracted though, by Quinn's hands in hers. John looks at her, nodding his head in respect.
"I'm sorry ma'am," he apologizes. Rachel's shocked that he actually listened to Quinn. Quinn's father must have been a powerful man. Rachel's enamored by Quinn's power. Quinn nods, smirking at Rachel and then the cop.
"That's quite alright sir, please, could you allow us to continue what were doing? I haven't seen Quinn all day and I was hopelessly searching for at this party. You see, tonight is a special night, and I was hoping Quinn and I could spend it alone," Rachel lies. She's always been able to do this. Make up an impormptu lie or excuse. She was gifted, and it was the reason she never got in trouble. Her life was always boring, the opposite of fun. It was the reason Finn broke up with her. John takes the explanation as expected, and Quinn looks at her with surprise. Rachel gets up on her tip toes and seals it off with a kiss to Quinn's lips, just to make it believable.
"Oh yes... uh, Quinn, don't forget to uh, tell your fathers... oh and Quinn, I like this one," he says awkwardly before disappearing. Rachel lets out a breath she didn't even know she was holding.
"Are you okay?" Quinn asks, taking her hand gently and walking forward. Rachel walks close to Quinn even though the cop is gone. "I take it that was your first time in a cop's presence," Quinn jokes. Rachel nod, chuckling herself.
"Is your father a powerful man?" Rachel asks, just to make conversation. So far, Quinn's been in control. She doesn't know where to take it from there. She looks at her watch as Quinn thinks it over. It's only nine. She doesn't know where she is going. Her fathers are out of town and she told them that she was spending the night with Finn. Of course they were concerned, but they trusted her enough.
"My father is the chief of police, and I'm what they call daddy's little girl. I can kind of get a way with whatever I want to," Quinn explains. Rachel smiles.
"So, you're a bad girl?"
"I'm the girl you want me to be," Quinn flirts and for a moment, Rachel panics. She had never flirted with a gay girl. God, she didn't even know if Quinn was gay, or bisexual. She knew that some homosexuals were sensitve about their titles. Some weren't. Quinn quietly detects Rachel's stress and she stops short. "Oh, I'm sorry, you're not..." Quinn trails off and for the first time, she flushes in embarrassment. By that time, Rachel realizes that she's holding Quinn's hand. "I'm sorry," Quinn whispers. They're walking slow, and for some reason, she hasn't released Quinn's hand yet.
"No, I have two gay fathers, I am not at all deterred," Rachel explains. Quinn eyes her for a moment.
"You're Rachel Berry... of the two Berry men?" Quinn asks. Rachel's brow drop. She nods.
"Yes? How do you know my fathers?"
"The gay community is tight... I go to their meetings," Quinn answers. Rachel nods. She doesn't go, simply because she doesn't want to be seen as a LGBT member. It's sad really. In the beginning, she thought it wa s aformidable way to show her fathers support, but when she met and dated Finn, he would freak out about it endlessly. She had stopped going to the meetings. Her fathers understood.
"That's cool, thank you for supporting my fathers," Rachel says. Quinn nods, squeezing her hand lightly.
"We all support each other," Quinn corrects. rachel smiles. Her fathers would like Quinn. It gets quiet. They just walk hand in hand when they find the side walk. Quinn doesn't pressure her, or doesn't rush. It's dark out, but they're not rushing to any destination. "So, uh... I was supposed to be meeting up with some friends tonight, you want to come?" Quinn asks. There's shy hope in her voice and Rachel could almost die right there. Quinn's definitely charming. To be honest, Rachel thought that she'd develop a curiosity for the same gender in college, but now she can see that it's already beginning.
"Um, I don't know," Rachel says. She's unsure. She barely knows Quinn. Still, it beats staying at home alone. Finn's obviously not an option.
"Come on, I really want you there... I promise, it's only a few people," Quinn flashes her a bright smile. It's desperately cute and funny. She nods.
"Okay, but I want to be home by the end of the night," Rachel says. Quinn nods, tightening her grip on her hand and walking fast. Rachel tries hard to keep up. "Where are we going?"
"To my car!" Quinn answers, "You'll love my friends, come on!" Quinn's excited and it makes her smile. Maybe Quinn can add some spice in her life.