Hey! Happy Eastern to you all! Hopefully, the Eastern Bunny will bring you some chocolate eggs, yummi :) Here in Norway where I'm staying is snowing now (so different from my homecountry) so the Eastern Bunny will probably freeze on his way to my place :)
Now about the story...Glee goes to national competition in New York and Quinn and Rachel are forced to share the room, of course. One of them is actually aware of her possible feelings towards the other but refuses to admit it fully, let alone act on it. What about the other one? And what can happen in a week staying together in one room? (Of course, something can and WILL happen since we all are Faberry fans but I just have to tease a little bit from the start, ha:))
Oh, and English is not my first language...well, it's not even my first foreign language that I've been learning since my school years so please, be patient with me...
Finally! It's Nationals time and all Glee kids are in New York waiting in the hotel's hall to be appointed to their rooms.
Thank god, Sugar and her father's money are members of Glee this year so kids can actually afford to stay for almost a week in New York.
Such occasion has to be used to get as much fun as possible and that is also the reason why Glee kids persuaded Mr. Schuester to take Ms. Pilsbury along to get him distracted enough to have free time.
And to get drunk as hell, too, according to Puck's words.
While Mr. Schuester is still setting up last arrangements at the reception, Ms. Pilsbury is already distributing the key cards to the kids.
"So...this year we have the luxury that the rooms will be shared only between two or three people," Ms. Pilsbury starts.
"So no more secret sex under the blanket?" Brittany squeaks.
Few fellow members make horrified faces and some of them fake the gag reflex.
"Gross!"
"I can't believe I was in the same room!"
Santana shoots her death glare towards them and then turns back to Brittany.
"Shh, Britt," she tries to sush her nicely.
"But San, they behave like that was the only time when they were in the same room when we had sex...what about when we sit in the back row during Glee or Spanish? This sex counts, too, rig-?"
Santana quickly covers Brittany's mouth before the girl finishes the sentence.
"Continue, Ms. Pilsbury?" she asks. "Please?"
Yeah, Santana must be really desperate when she says 'please'.
Brittany makes a sad face at being stopped like that and Santana can't let her girlfriend be sad and whispers in her ear:
"Don't be sad, Britt. I don't mind you telling everyone that we are sex animals, that's my pride thing. You know that I'm not ashamed of that. The thing that bothers me is no more sex in the back row when the others will be gawking at us every second of the classes when they know about it now, hm?"
And it seems that this explanation soothes Brittany and she wraps her arms around Santana from behind.
"You're right, San, I screwed up."
"No, you didn't," Santana opposes.
Now she regrets for ever stopping Brittany.
She doesn't want her sad or thinking that she screwed up something but Brittany drifts her thoughts somewhere else.
"It means that we have to use our alone time even more now since other will be watching us?" Brittany asks.
Santana contemplates the answer but Brittany doesn't wait for it.
"So what do you say about using alone time today in the bubble bath together?"
Santana nods with the smile on her face and then looks back at others.
If there was a silence before when Brittany revealed their secrets then this is deathly silence interrupted only with quiet whispers 'mailman,mailman' from some of the boys.
Everyone is looking at them with mouths agape and no one moves.
"You obviously didn't know that you said all of that really loud and didn't whisper it, right?" Mercedes asks.
Oh, crap!
Ms. Pilsbury tries to save the situation since she herself doesn't feel well during these awkward moments especially when they are about sex and she continues focusing really hard on not stuttering after mentioning of Santana and Brittany's sexual drive.
"Back to your rooms, everybody? This year we decided to follow the recommendations to split you up in the rooms according to the sexual orientation because we don't want any distractions...which means that Kurt and Blaine have to split up and Santana and Brittany-"
"Ehm," Santana fakes the cough to get Ms. Pilsbury's attention and shoots daggers with her eyes in her direction immediately.
"-well, Santana and Brittany are getting the room with the king sized bed that was supposed to be for me and Mr. Schuester," Ms. Pilsbury finishes and she looks at Santana if she gains the satisfied nod.
And after that the fight for the rest of the rooms starts.
There are two most important things while getting the room – to get the room with acceptable people and to be as far as possible from the room shared between Brittany and Santana.
Maybe they tried to be quiet under the blanket last year while sharing the room with the rest of the girls but once they are locked in one room alone, they stop caring about being quiet.
As Santana puts it, it's not her fault that the construction workers make the walls so thin.
The whole time Quinn sits on the sofa waiting for the left place in the rooms that she will take.
She doesn't really care if she will be sharing room with Tina, Sugar or even Blaine, she isn't close to anyone so why to care?
But when the fight is over, a totally unexpected person approaches her.
"Hmmm, Quinn?" Rachel asks unsure of how to start.
Quinn only rises her head but doesn't say anything.
"You are the last one without the room, right? Then I have to tell you that the last bed is in the room with me so if you-"
But Quinn stands up quickly from the sofa and stops Rachel.
"No way!"
"Quinn, I assure you-" Rachel wants to calm down Quinn although she feels a little hurt by such reaction from the blonde.
Quinn notices her angry tone and immediately regrets it.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say it like that. I just...I can't be in the same room with you, Rachel."
"Why not?" Rachel is confused. "Quinn, I can assure you that I don't snore, I don't enjoy staying awake for too long since I need my beauty sleep and I actually master some really good skills in massage so if you'll feel tensed in the evening, I might be even useful for helping you to relax."
Yeah, that is exactly what Quinn is waiting for.
First, she is supposed to share the room with the girl that she probably has feelings for although she tries so hard to fight them.
And now the very same girl proposes her to give her massage in the evening.
She is pretty sure if Rachel gives her massage then she can just hang out the rainbow flag out of the window because her self-restraints will be probably gone by the moment Rachel touches her.
"Rachel-," she tries to argue with closed eyes and heavy sight because this will be hard to say the brunette that she doesn't want to share the room with her for whatever reason she can make up in next two seconds.
But then she does something that she shouldn't have.
She opens her eyes and looks at the smaller girl and that is a mistake.
Because sad face expression and hurt in the girl's eyes breaks her.
And Quinn's resistance is immediately non-existent when the brunette mumbles down to her feet looking sadly:
"Quinn, I thought that we were over the hatred part but I guess, nothing changed."
And Quinn sighs because she knows that this will get her into some real troubles but she eventually takes the key card from the other girl's hand and smiles.
"Everything changed, don't question that again, Rachel. Now grab your bags so we can go to our room."
"Our room?" Rachel's face lightens in instant.
"Yeah," Quinn nods and can't help it but returns the smile.
Twenty minutes later both girls are trying to get out of the elevator with all the bags.
Well, the truth is that only one bag actually belongs to Quinn while two bags and two suitcases belong to Rachel but what kind of gentleman Quinn would be not to help the small brunette.
So while Rachel is running towards the doors of their room with one bag, Quinn is trying to get the rest out of the elevator.
"The room looks amazing!" Rachel already shouts from the room.
"Good," Quinn says back while the sweat is forming on her forehead with all the baggage.
Just when she thinks she managed to get the bags and suitcases moveable she collapses under their weight and falls to the floor.
The nearby doors open and Quinn can hear first 'what the hell' and then the laugh coming from no one else than the raven-hair girl.
She stands up and snaps:
"Stop laughing, Santana, and help me."
And when Santana eventually stops laughing, she really grabs the suitcase and bag and drags them to the other room.
"Sure thing. I guess, I have to help the pregnant woman."
Quinn drags the rest of the baggage to the room but can't stop from rolling her eyes.
"Do you know that I gave birth like two years ago?"
Santana doesn't hesitate with the answer.
"Sure thing."
"So can you like, I don't know how to put it, stop calling me pregnant?"
"Ehm..." Santana now makes the impression that she really has to think about it. "...no. Anyway, why did you move all your stuff from home? You're planning to live here forever or what?"
"That's not mine," Quinn mumbles.
"So whose-"
But Santana's question is answered before she can even finish it.
"Quinn, hurry up, you have to see the view!" Rachel shouts from the room.
Santana's eyes widen but Quinn stops her.
"Don't say anything."
"Can I just say one word?" Santana pleads.
"No."
"Okay, just two words then."
"I said no."
"Well, I'll say it then...two words, Q...SO WHIPPED!"
Before Quinn can oppose, the small brunette comes out of the room looking for the blonde if she is still coming.
"What does take you so long?" Rachel asks but then notices the Cheerio. "Oh, hey, Santana."
"Berry. Move your butt out of the way so I can put this heavy shit in your room."
Rachel walks back in the room and out of the way so the girls can finally settle all bags inside.
"Santana, I was actually thinking...since we are the only ones on this floor away from others, I thought that we might become friends more...and maybe you can call me my first name?"
"Sure thing," Santana says smirking and still holding her pose, "so Berry's your first name and I don't really remember your surname now...just let me know what it is so I can avoid calling you your surname."
Bad move.
Quinn's blood starts boiling and she can't let the conversation continue otherwise she'd have to punch Santana for that insult and defend Rachel.
Firstly, she doesn't want to punch Santana because the girl has some fighting skills.
And secondly, she doesn't want to explain why she defended Rachel.
"Okay, Santana, don't you have somewhere else to be?" she asks and tries to get the girl out of the room before she does something she will regret later.
"Actually, yes, Britt's preparing the bubble bath and I don't want to miss a single bubble. But are you sure, you two will survive the night together?"
"Why not?" Rachel asks while getting some stuff out of her bag. "Me and Quinn got over our differences long time ago."
"Yeah," Santana nods and notices Quinn's glare asking her not to say anything embarrassing...and that's so not happening. "But what I meant was that Ms. Pilsbury said no distractions during our stay here. Of course, me and Britt are the exception since we are awesome together but I thought that the rest was supposed to be split up according to the sexual orientation? Then why are you two-"
"Goodnight, Santana," Quinn grumbles and shoves the girl out of the room and closes the doors forcefully.
"What was that supposed to mean, Quinn?" Rachel asks with the furrowed eyebrows in confusion.
"Nothing," Quinn answers resolutely, "you know Santana and her allegedly witty mouth."
And Quinn forces a smile towards the brunette pleading in her head that she didn't notice anything.
"Yeah," Rachel smiles back but when the blonde starts unpacking her own bag, she throws her curious looks every while wondering what the comment meant.
And she doesn't let it go away that easily.
She is Rachel Berry after all.
That's it, just a short 'degustation' from me wondering if the girls should get into some serious business with each other...so...yes? :)