Quinn walks out of class heading straight to her dorm room uninterested in stopping for anything along the way. She opens the door quickly, and shuts it behind her with her back as if the world is bombarding it to get in. She tosses her bag against the computer chair, and slumps onto the bed letting out a long needed breath. Today would be chalked up as one of the longest days of her life, simply put. You would think trying to forget about silly little things would be easier; but then again she's been plenty wrong before. Trying to pretend that that certain 'something' never happened? Well, now you're just talking about the impossible.
Earlier that morning, her and Santana went over to Brittany's and Rachel's dorm to grab some coffee together. Santana knocks lazily a few times on the door, but it doesn't take long to hear the radio playing from the other side of the door. Of course Brittany and Rachel are more morning people that either of them can ever hope to be.
When their presence at the door goes unnoticed, Santana persists Quinn to open the door so they could both could just walk inside. Quinn feels nervousness flow through her just thinking about what surprises possibly lurk on the other side of the door. Her cheeks flood, knowing it is more about what she unconsciously wants to see rather than what Santana might be thinking.
She just has enough time to push the thought from her head and the redness in her face to become any more visible, when the door clicks. Brittany is standing in the doorway, holding the door relatively open when Quinn catches a grin besmeared on the blonde's face. Brittany's eye's flicker over her shoulder, Quinn's gaze instinctively follows, and peers over her shoulder when Rachel comes into sight.
Rachel's hair is up in a messy bun, and it is exposing her bare neck to Quinn's eyes unknowingly. A tight pink tank top hugs around the curvature of her body while she holds out another shirt and her face is twisted up in altercation. There is only one article on her lower half, and those were light colored boy shorts. This in return, left Rachel's long flawless legs calling out for an attention to be touched. She meets Santana's and Quinn's intruding gazes; immediately Quinn knows her cheeks are aflame.
A surprised noise escapes Rachel (something between a laugh and a shriek) and she is trying desperately to cover her exposed body with the tiniest piece of clothing. She yells at Brittany and ducks out of sight. Quinn hadn't realized she had also spun around, only to run straight into Santana who is undoubtedly laughing at her embarrassment. The door is suddenly closed a lot more. So much so, it is pressing against Brittany hip who is still laughing in her apology to Rachel, pretending she had absolutely no idea that she was still undressed.
"Just give us a few more minutes," Brittany says grinning even wider when Quinn's glares back at her. Quinn knows how much Brittany and Santana find this utterly hilarious watching her squirm with embarrassment. Quinn Fabray embarrassed, nervous, and beat red; for Rachel Berry. It's no surprise that she wants to slap those snarky grins off of their faces sometimes.
The door closes, and the two can quickly hear them both laughing on the other side. Rachel seems like she's trying to yell at Brittany, but it is always hard to yell at Brittany, especially with her laughing the way she does. Quinn's elbow quickly finds its way into Santana's ribs.
"Not cool." Quinn hisses through pierced lips knowing that satisfied grin is still well plastered a crossed Santana's face.
That's been the image playing on repeat in Quinn's head all day. At coffee, no one notices her awkwardness, but it is well presented in her chest. She honestly tried to pretend that it never happened, to forget about so easily it like everyone else, but that is wishing for false hope. It's painfully clear and extremely vivid each time it repeats in her head.
Quinn sits there for a long minute, debating on what she should do with the few hours that she has until Brittany and Santana get out of their later class. Santana wanted to do something tonight, but refused to tell anyone what it was, or where they were going. There is no arguing with Santana when it comes to something she wants to do, especially if it is a surprise. There is no getting out of it. Quinn knows she can't focus enough to do any homework, that and her hands are still shaky from this morning's incident. She lets out a frustrated sigh, before falling over to her pillow. Quinn's body may feel restless, but her mind's completely exhausted from trying to push out those thoughts throughout today's classes. She lays down in hopes of trying to relax, and before she knows it, she's already slipping in to unconsciousness.
**
Quinn's body jolts up and it has never been harder to take in a gasp of air. She cannot gain any self-control of her breathing and her chest is heaving in and out so hard it actually hurts.
She clutches at her chest in any attempt to regain herself, but her heart is pounding wildly in her ears that she can't even think straight. Quinn feels like her body has somehow fallen into a new state of shock, and the air has become so insanely thin that it is physically difficult to get air to her lungs correctly. Her eyes close tightly, and she tries even harder to steady her breathing and heart rate down to a healthier pattern. There's a trickle of sweat that falls down the side of her face but it is immediately wiped away. She buries her face into her hands embarrassed, and thanks a higher power no one else is in the room with her.
Such a dream will undoubtedly haunt her for who knows how long.
Why is the world torturing me like this? She thinks.
Quick moments, practically flickers, plays over in her mind.
Rachel is pressed hard against her, arching underneath Quinn, her moans and hot breath are against her ear, and she grips on to Quinn in shear ecstasy-
She abruptly shakes the images so she can catch her breath again that had been so easily stolen from her. Quinn looks at her clock, realizing she still has a bit over an hour to get ready for tonight.
Tonight.
Tonight she'll have to face her. Rachel. After that dream, after seeing them like that together. God help her.
Quinn grabs her sweater off of the end of the bed, and swings her legs over the edge of the bed. It is obvious her knees are weak, and the thought of standing isn't the most brilliant of ideas at the moment. Instead, she falls backwards against the bed again; Quinn is not daring enough to press the issue of standing up.
"Why me?" She says to herself.
Almost on queue she hears laughing coming from outside the door, closely followed by Brittany slipping inside and waving back at who-ever she was with. Brittany tosses her backpack on to the small coffee table laughing about something.
"Hey Quinn," Brittany says walking over to her.
"Hello Brittany," Quinn sighs trying not to sound too disappointed in herself. The bed shifts when Brittany slumps down next to her, mimicking Quinn's pose on the bed.
"Still going tonight right?"
"Yeah," Quinn is able to breathe easier. "I wouldn't want San to come after me for not going to whatever it is she's been so excited about."
Brittany raised one of her hands up towards the ceiling, and lets it stay there while she stares up at it. There are small moments like these that Quinn can have with Brittany that gives her smaller glimpses into why Santana is so in love with her. Brittany can easily ease the tension in any room just by walking into it. She can lighten up someone's day with her innocent smile, and just lets you feel carefree for once; like a child again. Yeah some of the things she says can baffle people, but that is what makes her, her. There isn't another person out there like her, and Santana knows it. Brittany can just make things better; even just in her company. Quinn knows Santana will comb the world for her, and Brittany will no doubt do the same for Santana. Since Santana has been with Brittany, it has soften Santana up whether she cares to admit it or not.
"Smart choice." Her arm drops and shes on her side to face Quinn. "Well, we should get ready then before San gets back."
"Back from?"
"Getting all of our tickets."
"Tickets?"
"You ask a lot of questions." she smiles at Quinn, causing her to do the same. "You should smile more Quinn. You really do look pretty."
Her words catch Quinn off guard allowing the blondes cheeks to heat up again.
"Well, thank you Brittany."
"I only speak the truth Q." She taps Quinn's nose playfully with her finger, "Now get up and let's get ready."