A/N- Hey, this is an AU Faberry story in which Rachel is a sorority president and Quinn is a GDI (god damn independent- someone not in greek life at a university) and they date. Quinn basically lives at the house and fun times ensue.
I am not in a sorority. Alpha Kappa Sigma is not a real sorority (though I think it's a frat). I own nothing.
Also the Chloe is Chloe Beale from Pitch Perfect.
Title comes from the following quote-
"Her problem is with pretty," Tennyson said. "She thinks I'll need all these dresses in college. Like I would ever in a billion years pledge a sorority. I'll pack a few of these to be ironic, though. I can wear them to, like, truck stops at night with mascara running down my cheeks and stuff."
― Laura Anderson Kurk, Perfect Glass
Quinn Fabray is on duty at the RA duty desk, her feet thrown up in front of her, her lit textbook cracked open to a section on Byronic heroes she has been staring at blankly for the last five minutes. She absolutely loves literature, and creative writing is her major, but this boring historic study is not exactly on her top ten list. She yawns and checks her watch, it's nearly two thirty in the morning, and she's happy that she at least doesn't have the next shift.
Most bars in the area close at two, so the next RA who will be taking her place should have fun watching all the drunk coeds roll back in.
She's just packing up her bag to end another boring night shift when two women stumble into the lobby of her building. She recognizes one as a freshman on her floor, and smiles in an amused greeting when she notices something is seriously off.
"Chloe, are you alright?" She asks, standing up to meet the women halfway across the entryway.
"No, we were at a Delta party and I didn't think she drank that much, but then I lost her and I found her in an upstairs bathroom and she wasn't making any sense and-" The brunette with her rambles, she's supporting most of Chloe's weight with an arm under her shoulder and Quinn steps in to help.
"Ok, let's get her to a bathroom." Quinn says steering them all down the hall, "Chloe, how do you feel?"
"Like a cloud." The redhead murmers, clearly out of it.
"Great." Quinn pants. They get to the bathroom, and Quinn gently picks Chloe up to set her on the counter carefully leaning against the wall, "How much did you have to drink tonight?"
"I dunno, like five or twelve." She smiles, her head lolling back against the mirror.
Quinn rolls her eyes then turns to the brunette who helped bring Chloe in, "Can you go to my room- 112, and grab a facecloth from on top of the dresser, and my water bottle?"
"Yeah." The brunette takes the key and jogs out of the bathroom down the hall.
Quinn focuses in on the drunk girl, "I'm gonna tie your hair back, ok Chloe?"
"Mhm. You smell nice." The redhead says.
"Yeah, I'll bet anything that doesn't smell like beer smells nice for you right now."
"You're funny too. We should date."
Quinn laughs, "You're cute Red, but you're not my type."
The brunette reappears then with the supplies, "Is she gonna be ok?"
"Yeah, I think so. Her fingertips and lips aren't blue, her pulse isn't too slow, I don't think she has alcohol poisoning, she just needs to ride it out and stay hydrated. Do you live in this building?"
"No. I live across campus."
"I can keep an eye on her, I'm on duty for a while longer. Is there someone I should call?" Quinn is preoccupied rinsing the facecloth under cold water and gently swiping at Chloe's flushed face, handing the younger girl her water bottle with a stern look. She was thinking a significant other, or a roommate, someone who would be wondering if Chloe didn't make it home at night.
"We should call her."
"No!" Chloe suddenly perks up, "We can't tell Grand, she'll be so disappointed!"
"She's gonna find out tomorrow anyway!"
Chloe pouts in a totally adorable way that has Quinn laughing, "Drink the water, Red. Who's Grand?"
The brunette smiles, "It's short for Grand Big, she's Chloe's Grand Big and my Big since Chloe's my Little."
Quinn's head spins for a moment until she sees the matching silver bracelets on the girl's wrists, "It's a sorority thing, isn't it?"
"Alpha Kappa Sigma!" The brunette chants proudly.
"Right." Quinn deadpans, "Do you need to borrow my phone to call her?"
"Nope!" The brunette pops the p, and already has her phone against her ear. Quinn helps Chloe down off the counter now that she's got a bit of a better hold on herself, and walks the redhead out to the duty desk. She plops her down in an empty chair, and drops down into her own from earlier.
The RA who is on shift after her just arrives at the bottom of the stairs, looking at the three girls sprawled in the lobby, "I can cover your shift tonight, Sam." Quinn offers.
The boy takes one look at the hardly conscious Chloe and nods, "Yeah, I owe you." Before retreating up the stairs again.
"She's on her way." The brunette says happily when she hangs up her phone.
"Great." Quinn smiles as a snore escapes Chloe's lips, "You can head home if you want, I'll watch Chloe until your big gets here."
The brunette looks apprehensive at first, but then caves, "Ok, thanks so much for helping us and not busting us for underage drinking."
"Don't mention it-" Quinn pauses for the girl to fill in her name.
"Marley."
"Don't mention it Marley, it's the least I could do for a couple sisters of our campus's least annoying sorority."
Marley smiles demurely, not quite knowing what to make of Quinn, "Well, I'll catch you later."
Quinn and Chloe have quite the conversation waiting for Big to show up. It's only about ten minutes, but Chloe drunkenly quizzes Quinn on her entire life story and telling her of all of her woes. Though her woes mainly seem centered around a small puppy-like girl that Chloe keeps droning on about.
"She's just too cute I want to pet her and kiss her and she doesn't even notice me."
"Well at least you don't have to clean up after her."
They end on a giggling, "We really should date."
"I don't date freshmen, or my residents."
Before the lobby door swings open again.
A petite brunette is standing there in black leggings and a baby blue v-neck shirt with the greek letters AKΣ on the front, her hair is up in a sloppy bun and she has a worried expression on her face until her eyes land on the giggling redhead. Quinn tries not to focus on how good the brunette's butt looks in those pants.
"Chloe." She says in a rush, making her way over to the two women behind the desk.
"Grand! I'm sorry I brought shame to the house and to our family and I didn't mean to drink so much but this Theta boy was so cute- you wouldn't understand cause I know you don't swing that way, even though you can still appreciate a hot bod, but anyway I couldn't say no and then I got turned around and lost Marley. But she found me and now I'm here with Quinn and she won't date me cause I'm a freshman." Chloe finishes her rant with an adorable pout that has Quinn laughing all over again.
The brunette woman, is blushing and shaking her head, "Okay Chlo, sounds like you've had a fun night."
"The best!"
"How about we get you to bed?"
"I don't wanna move."
The brunette bends down a bit, her hands on Chloe's shoulders and shakes gently. Quinn tries not to notice how it offers her a good look down the woman's shirt, "Come on Chlo. Bedtime." She says sternly.
"No." Chloe decides, snuggling into her chair.
"I've got this." Quinn chuckles. She stands in front of Chloe's chair, "Put your arms around my neck, Red."
"I knew you would give into me eventually!"
"Shut it and hang on." Quinn gathers Chloe's legs, holding her thighs and standing to bounce Chloe up onto her back in a piggyback ride, "You're at the end of the hall, right?"
"Maybe."
Quinn makes her way down the hall, stopping triumphant when she sees the door with the name tags 'Chloe' and 'Aubrey'. The brunette woman follows them and tries the handle, thankfully it's unlocked. She flicks the light on and frowns slightly at the half messy room.
Quinn takes a wild guess and drops Chloe gently down onto the bed with the teal sheets that are all bunched up.
The brunette steps in and unlaces Chloe's boots for her, pulling them off and lining them up neatly next to the bed, though nothing else on Chloe's side of the room is neatly organized, "Hey Chlo, where's Aubrey?"
"Boyfriend." Chloe mumbles, already half asleep.
The brunette frowns, "Take off your jeans, those won't be comfortable to sleep in." It's a lost cause, Chloe is dead asleep, "Or not."
Quinn runs a hand through her jaw length hair, "She's a handful."
"That's one way to put it." The shorter woman laughs, "I absolutely love her, but she certainly keeps me on my toes."
"Not all the sisters of Alpha Kappa Sigma go that hard on a school night?" Quinn's tone is light and teasing, and to her relief the woman smiles with her.
"No, not all of us." She shoots another look at the redhead who is now snoring softly, "I should stay with her tonight, make sure she's alright."
"Yeah. I can stay too if you want."
"No, I couldn't ask you to do that. You've been such a help already."
Quinn smiles, "Anything for Red, she sings ridiculously loudly in the showers at all sorts of ungodly hours, but she brings something to the floor."
"Yeah." The brunette walks Quinn to the door, "Our family never has a dull moment."
"Family?" Quinn asks briefly before she remembers, "Right, sorority- bigs and grands and things."
The woman laughs, "Yeah, and things. Thank you, really."
"It's no problem."
The brunette leans against the door frame, looking at Quinn for a lingering moment, "I would love to take you out sometime to thank you properly."
Quinn is so taken off balance by being asked out by this beautiful girl, she can't come up with anything aside from, "Wow, hit on by two sorority sisters in one night. It must be my lucky day."
"Is that a yes?"
"It's a definitely." Quinn smiles.
She backs down the hall for two steps before the brunette chuckles, "A name and phone number might help with the whole setting up a date thing."
"Oh, yeah." Quinn blushes, "I'm Quinn, Quinn Fabray." She offers her cell phone to the woman to put her name and number in.
"I'm Rachel Berry."
A/N- Let me know what you thought!
