Disclaimer : Glee, the television musical comedy-drama, belongs to the production companies 20th Century Fox Television, Brad Falchuck Teley-Vision and Ryan Murphy Productions. I do not own any of the characters depicted in this story.

Authors Note : This story was inspired by the following prompt; 'You've dialled the wrong phone number, but the person who answers sounds familiar. This person recognizes you, but because you made the call you're too embarrassed to ask who it is.'

This story takes place around six months after Glee Episode 4 Season 4 'The Break-Up' (the one where Rachel and Finn breakup). So in this story you can expect possible Glee spoilers for any episode up to, and including, that one.

Chapter 1

I should have sobered up first. I knew this even while I scrolled bleary eyed through the 'emergency' contacts on my cellphone.

Regardless, any drunken doubts I may have had, were soon dispelled the moment a disembodied voice echoed through the phones earpiece. "Hello?". The rich alto tone of her voice brought a smile to my face.

I recognised that voice anywhere. "Hey yoooou", my voice singsonged as I drew out my greeting with a languish drawl. "So tell me," my voice dipped into a flirtatious timbre. "What are you wearing?" I asked with a giggle.

"Rachel? Is that you?" She seemed baffled by my question, but I ignored her response, collapsing back on my bed with an exaggerated sigh as I gazed up at my bedroom ceiling.

"The one and only". I let my head flop to the side, squinting at the 3:17am neon green display of my alarm clock. "And I bet you," I slurred, jutting a finger into thin air, pointing at nothing but the dusk of night, "must be wearing something very naugh-hic, naughty right now".

"Are you drunk?" I started to get a little frustrated with all these questions. She was ruining my buzz. Karen had been clear about encouraging me to call her any time I got the itch. Having just stumbled back into the loft, returning from yet another NYADA dorm party, it took but a few yells of 'hello' for me to realise Kurt was out. Which meant Karen was in. And by in, I mean in me.

"Come on girl" I sighed, horny impatience creeping into my voice "stop stalling", I said as I fell back into my earlier flirty tone. Karen wasn't the only pretty blonde on my booty call list, but she was one of the better performers in bed. "This isn't the first time I've called. And you said any time. Well, this is any time".

"Did I?" she replied and even through my drunken haze, she sounded genuinely confused. A quiet chatter rose up from the background, coming through the phone, as I tried to figure out where Karen could be. "Rachel give me one minute. My room-mate is trying to subtly tell me she needs her beauty sleep". I heard her laugh as a muffled voice rose in the background. "Let me get to the dorm lounge and I'll call you straight back".

I shrugged, even though she couldn't see it, and replied with a curt 'sure'. Phone sex wasn't what I'd dialled for, but it would do for now. Without even so much as a goodbye I cut the call, dropping the phone on the bed as I lay inert.

I closed my eyes and tried to focus on slowing down the twirling of the room. Just as I'd began to get a handle on the spinning, my cell phone rang. Eye's still closed, I hunted around on the soft bed for the phone, before I blindly pushed 'call accept'.

"Hey Rachel. I'm back". I felt a spark of pleasure rush through me, arousal warming my centre at the sound of her voice. I knew she would call back.

I'd sobered up a little now. I sighed as I trailed my fingertips all the way down the thin fabric of my sheer blouse until I reached the hem. "Hey there sexy". I'd earlier stripped down to my blouse and little else, my hand gaining easy access to my core, sliding in under the waistband of my underwear. "Tell me what you're wearing".

I began a slow circling massage, lazily drawing out the sensation as I closed my eyes and imagined Karen's blonde hair and light coloured eyes. "Really?" she laughed over the phone, but indulged me none the less. "Well, flip-flops and Nike running shorts."

"Mmmmm", I moaned my breathing unsteady as my fingers teased my core, "you've got fantastic legs".

"Thanks? I guess?". The bashful role Karen had decided to play, was such a turn on. I had no idea she could act shy. She much preferred playing a dominant role in bed.

"And what else?" I urged her to continue, as I listened to her fall quiet on the other end of the line.

"A Yale sweatshirt?" she answered, her tone curious.

"Yes, I bet you fill it out nicely... wait". My fingers stilled, eyes widening as I bolted up straight. "A Yale sweatshirt." I repeated, more a statement than a question. Karen went to NYADA like me. What the hell was she doing in Yale?

"Uh huh", the voice said, drawing out the syllables as though this new piece of information should have been obvious to me. "They gave them out our first week here. Rachel is everything al-right? Have you been drinking? Because it kind of sounds like... well..." she drifted off, but she didn't need to finish the sentence.

I cringed, physically folding in on myself with shame. All I'd wanted was to call one of my friends-with-benefits and grab myself a little quick release. My booty calls all looked the same. Blonde, tall, confident, and all with those all important light coloured eyes. Kurt had long since pointed out that the parade of women, (I'd brought back to our shared loft), appeared suspiciously like her.

"Quinn?" I whispered, internally pleading with every deity I'd ever heard of, praying my question would be met with confused denial. I was hoping against hope I hadn't just drunk dialled, (and tried to initiate phone sex with), my best friend and long-distance secret crush.

"Yes its Quinn." Her voice sounded annoyed and I slapped a hand across my forehead, my prayers unanswered. "Who else would it be?"

T.B.C