Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor it's characters(if I did, there would be Faberry and Brittana. Just saying.). I only own the plot to this story.
''Hey preggers, want something to drink?'', is the only thing she hears before she hears the tell-tale swoosh of a slushy being slung. She knows the sound all too well, she handed those out a lot in her days. Quinn closes her eyes at the sharp sting of the cold beverage hitting her face. She hears the deep laughter of Azimio and Karofsky, she doesn't even have to look to know it's them. It was expected.
Now that she's back, after Beth, she was still at the bottom ladder of school-society, nothing but a Glee-club loser. Don't get her wrong, she loves Glee-club, but loving it didn't make it more popular.
In a moment of shock, she slides down against the lockers and lands on the ground, deciding to keep her eyes closed and feeling some of the slushy dribble down towards some very uncomfortable places. After some seconds, she hears light footsteps come her way.
'Great. Someone else who'll laugh at me.', she thinks, not even making an attempt to stand. A soft, high voice reaches her ears.
''Oh my god, Quinn! Are you okay?'', she hears, and surprise passes through her brain. She wills herself to open her eyes, the biggest part of the slushy already on her clothes. She sees warm, compassionate chocolate brown looking her way.
''Hey Rachel. Yeah, I'm okay.'', she says, and lets Rachel help her to her feet, and drag her to the abandoned toilets around the corner. Nobody goes there since it's said it's haunted. Damned little town and its' superstitious inhabitants.
''Here, sit down. I've gotten quite good at rinsing out slushy.'', said the brunette with a small smile, while guiding her to sit down on a chair that seemed to be there for no apparent reason. She started to pull out shampoo and conditioner from her trolley, and placed it on the edge of the sink.
''Sorry.'', was the only thing Quinn said. She sees the face of the tiny girl in front of her scrunch up in confusion.
''For slushying you so many times. This has only been the second time it ever happened to me, but I now know it's not nice at all to have it drip down to your privates.'', Quinn said with a furrow of her eyebrows. Rachel just smirked.
''One gets used to it after a while of being ridiculed like that. Now, sit back so I can properly wash out your hair.'', said the tiny Diva, and switched on the tap, waiting for the water to become warm. Quinn did as she was told, and rested her head against the sink, closing her eyes. She felt the small hands of the brunette weave through her hair, while the warm water comforted the lingering shock in her body. Rachel started to hum a tune she didn't recognize.
''Rachel?'', Quinn said when she started to wash Quinn's hair with her lavender-scented shampoo.
''Yes, Quinn?''
''Why are you doing this? You do know you're missing class right now, don't you?'', was all the blonde asked.
''Well, I was about to have history, and our teacher is sick which means we have this idiot substitute whom I can't stand, although I wasn't about to skip. And as for why I am doing this, is because I actually see you as a friend nowadays, Quinn, instead of an enemy. And as much as I hate to blemish my seemingly untainted record, friends help each other, even if that means missing class to wash their hair after they've been slushied.'', was Rachel's elaborate answer.
''Thank you.'', said the blonde as she closed her eyes again, feeling the other singer wash out the shampoo and applying the coconut-scented conditioner, creating a lovely mixture of scents. The tiny brunette let the conditioner soak in, and leaned against the sink, looking at the blonde-haired girl next to her. Suddenly, she gasped, and Quinn looked up at the girl, one eyebrow quirked.
''I completely forgot. Do you have some clean clothes?'', she asked the blonde.
''Yes, in my locker.''
''Well, give me your combination, and I'll get them for you.''
Quinn quickly told the brunette her locker-combination, and watched as the petite girl walked out of the bathroom. Now alone, she closed her eyes again, complete silence washing over her.
Then, she shot up. She heard something. A gasp, or a giggle. She looked around in the empty bathroom, detecting no one. A creepy feeling washed over her. Was this bathroom haunted after all? She mentally slapped herself, of course it wasn't. Just as she was berating herself, she heard it again. But now, it was clear. Moaning. Now, it started to creep her out.
''Who's there?'', she yelled into empty space, using her HBIC-tone as much as possible. She heard a sharp gasp, and a heartfelt 'shit' coming from a stall nearby. She recognized that voice everywhere.
''Britt, Santana, come out of there.'', she said, pinching the bridge of her nose.
The two came stumbling out off the stall at the exact same time as Rachel decided to come back as well.
''Sorry it took me so long, Quinn, but it seems your locker was conspiring against m- Brittany? Santana? What are you two doing here? Quinn, were they bothering you?'', she asked, as she looked the two over. Their Cheerio costumes were crooked, and Santana looked embarrassed whereas Brittany just sported her trademark 'I'm-not-all-there'-smile. But as she watched Quinn, pinching the bridge of her nose and breathing deeply, it sunk into her. These two were… were… having sex on school grounds!
''Oh my God. You two were doing it while we were in the same bathroom? You two really have no dignity, do you?'', said Quinn, finally looking up.
''Ay dios mio… listen Tubbers, we didn't know anyone would be coming in here, and Britts became a little anxious for me to carry on whats I was doing…'', she said, and Rachel covered her eyes.
''Okay, Santana? I did not need those visuals. And I'm pretty sure Rachel didn't either.'', Quinn said. Brittany walked over to Rachel.
''Sorry Rach, but what she was doing was so good, and I didn't want her to stop. She was doing this thing with her fingers inside me, and-'', the tall blonde was stopped by a hand clapping over her mouth.
''Yeah, Britts, you needs to stop. These two can't handle us.'', said a smirking Latina, trying to cover up the blush creeping over her face. At least she had the dignity to do so.
''You two, get out of the bathroom. You can get back to fornicating when we are done here.'', said Rachel, and pushed them out of the door. Quinn could still hear a faint 'What does fornicating mean?' coming from Brittany, as the small brunette turned her attention back to the blushing blonde on the chair.
''Let me just…'', said the Diva, and Quinn leaned back once again, to let her hair be washed out. The comfortable silence that seemed to be between them earlier had turned into one with tension. That is, until Quinn started giggling. Followed by snorting, which ended in a full-out laugh causing her eyes to tear up. Rachel looked at the blonde incredulously, before joining her when the complete ridicule of the situation finally got to her.
Quinn managed to push out a ''Can't… breathe…'', while taking the towel Rachel offered her to dry her hair.
''Those two will be the death of me one day, I tell you.'', the ex-cheerio said, and kept her hair in the towel, propping it up her head.
''They are unbelievable.'', said a snickering Rachel, handing Quinn her clean clothes. The blonde walked into the stall that had the greatest distance between the one the two cheerleaders just had sex in, or fornicated, as Rachel had put it. She put on the jeans and the blue, plaid blouse, and walked out of the stall, dumping her dirty clothes into a plastic bag.
She took off the towel, and bent over to dry her hair under the blow-dryer on the wall. It wasn't working however, so Rachel instructed her to sit once again and helped Quinn dry her hair, while brushing it.
''Your hair is beautiful, Quinn. Just like you.'', said the tiny Diva, and Quinn felt a blush creep up her face. It wasn't the first time Rachel had called her beautiful, but it somehow got to her.
''Thanks.'', she silently said, and looked down. After a couple of minutes, her hair was dry. Quinn brushed it one more time, putting her hairclip back in, and turned to look at Rachel, who was packing up her stuff.
''Really Rach, thanks for helping me like this. You didn't have to do it, so if you ever need something… I owe you.'', was all she said, and quickly pulled the tiny brunette into a hug. She felt small arms wrap around her waist, hugging her back. They stood there for what felt like minutes, and after a while, the bell rang, signaling the end of the hour and the day.
Quinn quickly released Rachel, blushing, and looked around, gathering her bearings.
''So… uhm… yes.'', she said, putting the plastic bag containing her dirty clothes in her back-pack, and turning to face the door.
''Hey, Quinn?''
''Yes, Rach?''
''I was wondering… would you like to come over after school? My fathers won't be back until midnight, and I would like the company. I know it's somewhat soon after the recent developments of our friendship, but if you'd like to… you can come.'', Rachel said rapidly, while studying the face of the blonde in front of her.
Quinn smiled at her, and hazel eyes met chocolate brown.
''I'd like that, yes.'', she said, and opened the door for them both.
''Lead the way, savior.'', she said, and Rachel giggled as they walked out of the bathroom.
Author's note:
Oh god, I'm horrified at the fact that I didn't put the story on FF as fast as I said I would. But alas, my laptop thought he wouldn't be needed and bluescreenofdeath'ed on me. I just got my baby back, and the story was still intact, hurray!
Now, without further ado, here was the first chapter of the rewrite! As I said before, the first couple of chaps will be more or less the same, so bear with me for a while.
I hope you guys liked it! Reviews are still appreciated ;p
