A/N: Welcome to my next adventure into the magical world of Faberry.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Never have and I probably never will.
"Have you got everything sorted for tonight, Rach?" Quinn asked as the brunette dashed around their apartment grabbing items for her overnight bag.
"I think so," she yelled from their ensuite bathroom.
"What has Kurt got planned for the three of you?"
"I'm not sure but I'm hoping for a quiet night in with my best friends and maybe a musical or two."
"What a way to celebrate your last night of freedom..." Quinn drawled.
"Hey!" Rachel squealed lightly tapping the back of the blonde's head.
"You know I'm only teasing," Quinn said apologetically whilst trying not to smirk.
"You're lucky that I do..." Rachel trailed off when she noticed Quinn's mischievous smirk.
"Hmm... I definitely think I'm lucky too," the blonde replied as the brunette approached her slowly. Their eyes locked and as Rachel got closer Quinn gulped and suddenly became short of breath. Quinn sat upright in the armchair as Rachel bent closer. All Quinn could see were those big brown eyes that she loved so much getting closer. Rachel's left arm inched closer and hovered just above the blonde's shoulder. Quinn closed her eyes as she prepared herself for the brunette's lips to touch hers but Rachel continued to hover in front of the blonde; a small smile gracing her lips. She let out a tiny breath and leaned over the blonde to grab her cell phone off the corner table. "Now I'm ready for tonight," she said as she watched Quinn's eyes spring open.
"Now who's teasing?" Quinn joked as the diva turned away, her hips swaying as she grabbed her overnight bag off the dining table and put her cell phone into it.
"It's all about the teasing, Fabray."
"It would appear so."
"Now please try not to set a fire in the apartment whilst I'm away."
"It's one night, I think I'll survive."
"It isn't you I'm concerned about. It's Santana and whatever she has planned for you tonight." Rachel explained flashing Quinn a devious smile as she walked over to her.
"Well whatever happens, it will be me waiting for you at the end of that alter tomorrow."
"I should hope so."
"I'll be the one wearing a white dress."
"What? You're wearing white?" Rachel feigned horror as she perched onto the blonde's lap. "I do hope it isn't going to be the same as mine."
"Oh I promise it isn't." Quinn laughed. She looked up at the clock on their mantelpiece and noticed that it was quickly approaching six. Santana would be arriving soon and like Rachel, she too did not know what the Latina had planned. She was anxious to get the brunette out of the apartment. She didn't want Rachel worrying over the smallest thing. "Hey Rach, have you seen the time? Shouldn't you be heading over to Kurt's right about now?"
"I've got a little bit of time to kill yet. He said he wouldn't be ready until six thirty at the earliest."
"Yeah but it'll take you thirty minutes to get there."
"Quinn, Kurt lives upstairs."
"Oh, yeah."
"Is everything okay, sweetie?"
"Yeah I just don't know what Santana has planned and I don't want her turning up with anything that might make you anxious or worried about her intentions."
"So you mean a bottle of tequila and a stripper like she's been hinting at for the past month?"
"Exactly that,"
"Well I'm not worried about any of it. You know your limits."
"I can't believe we have to spend tonight apart." Quinn sighed, changing the subject now she knew Rachel's mind was at ease.
"It'll make tomorrow that little bit more magical." Rachel replied softly as she peered into her fiancée's hazel eyes.
"You and your romantic ideas," Quinn laughed.
"You love them,"
"I do. I also really love you." Quinn said honestly as she stared into the brown orbs. Rachel blinked before she repeated the sentiment. "I love you too." Rachel leant closer to the blonde and instead of leaving her waiting, this time she pressed her lips to Quinn's chastely. She then pressed her head to the blonde's shoulder and breathed in her scent.
They remained like that for a few minutes before Quinn broke the silence. "I can't wait until tomorrow." She sighed as her eyes remained shut.
"Me either." Rachel replied as she pulled herself off of the blonde's lap. "However, I should go otherwise I'll end up sitting here all evening."
"How exactly would that be a bad thing?"
"Well it wouldn't, however, we have our last night of freedom to attend."
"I just want this night to be over already."
"I'm sure you'll have a great evening." Rachel said as she grabbed her jacket. "Everything is ready for tomorrow. I'm going to my Dads hotel room at eight am where Kurt will accompany me. My dress is there waiting for me and your Mom is arriving here at eight thirty to bring yours over and then to help you and Santana get ready. Blaine has kindly agreed to drive Kurt and I to my Dads and he said he'd pick Judy up on his way back. The car will then pick the three of you up at eleven; once it's dropped you off, it will come for me, my Dads and Kurt. The ceremony will then begin at twelve-" Rachel explained to Quinn for the thirtieth time that day before the blonde interjected.
"Then the rest of our lives together can begin." The blonde smiled as she got out of the armchair. "I know the schedule, Rachel. You've pinned one on the fridge; one on the back of the bathroom door; one on our bedroom mirror; and even one in the back of our closet." She kissed the brunette gently. "Now go and enjoy your evening, love."
"Okay, I'm going. I love you."
"I love you too."
"See you tomorrow, fiancée."
"I can't wait. Goodbye baby." Quinn said as she watched the brunette leave.
Quinn quickly darted into her bedroom and quickly changed. She was slightly apprehensive about what Santana had planned but years of experience had taught her to expect absolutely anything. She'd have to pay careful attention to her limit tonight; she could not be hungover for tomorrow. She slipped into a pair of skinny jeans and a casual tee - if she looked casual then Santana would get the hint that she didn't want to go out. She hoped.
Getting a head start on her friend, Quinn opened a bottle of red wine that she'd bought for the occasion. She walked over to their record player and flicked the needle onto the vinyl in the machine. Fleetwood Mac scratched audibly through the apartment. She adored the 'Rumours' album. She had never fully appreciated during high school but now in her mid twenties she appreciated its timeless nature. Her calm environment was quickly invaded by a familiar voice bellowing through the apartment. "Is it a fucking funeral or a party in here? Get that shit turned off Q!"
"It's nice to see you too, Santana. I'm glad to see you getting the use out of the emergency key we gave you."
"Seriously Q? Fleetwood Mac? I'd definitely call saving you from a depressfest an emergency."
"I love Fleetwood Mac." She admitted as Santana rolled her eyes.
"Yeah yeah, how about we get some dance music on? Get this party started!" She powered Quinn's record player off before she put her iPod onto the docking station next to it."I created the perfect playlist." She added as the first song started playing.
"Not to be a buzz kill but it isn't exactly a party with just the two of us." Quinn stated.
"I know that's why I invited some former Yalies. They were considering coming into the city tonight to avoid traffic tomorrow then when they found out about this shindig they pretty much made their minds up." Santana explained.
"Who exactly is coming this evening then?"
"Nate, Emily, Kate, Will and Alexa."
"Sounds good, it does make sense if they're gonna be in the city tonight anyway." Quinn agreed.
"Exactly." Santana poured two shots of the tequila she'd brought. "A quick one before everyone gets here." She handed the blonde the shot who raised her glass to the Latina's, once the glasses had clinked they poured the drink down their throats. Quinn's eyes slammed shut at the burning taste in the back of her throat.
"Don't get any ideas, San. I'm watching how much I drink tonight. I cannot be hungover tomorrow, Rachel would kill me." Quinn said when she shook the bitter taste away.
"Kill you? Kill me more like! I've been teasing her for the past month about all sorts but don't worry, Q. I won't let you be completely out of it before your big day tomorrow." Quinn smiled at the statement. Santana did have a reputation as a bad influence on Quinn and vice versa but she knew she could rely on her when it mattered most.
Two floors above Rachel, Kurt, Blaine and Tina were sipping daiquiris and watching 'Grease'. Well, they were speaking the dialogue, singing the songs and mimicking the dance routines. Rachel was Sandy, Kurt was trying his hardest to be macho and be Kenickie to everyone's hilarity, Blaine was Danny and Tina had finally gotten her wish to be Rizzo.
'Summer Nights' had just finished when Rachel said, "Blaine as much as I love you and your astonishing abilities as my favoured male lead I must say I would still pick Quinn to sing a duet with," They all started to laugh.
"That's fine Rachel, because you know I'd always prefer to sing mushy duets with Kurt." He kissed the man beside him to prove his point.
"Hey! No fair! You two can't kiss when I'm not allowed to go downstairs and kiss my fiancée." Rachel chimed when the two stared at her as they waited for her next move.
"Excuse me? At least you have someone you CAN kiss," Tina added, "I miss Mike..." she said glumly.
"He's back soon, right?" Kurt asked, as he placed his hand on Tina's shoulder.
"A month," she sighed. "It's felt longer this time too."
"Well go with him next time," Rachel suggested.
"Rachel, you wouldn't survive without me."
"I can take the time off work to enjoy the married life or even employ a temporary agent." She mused.
"You'll do no such thing. I'd rather you take the time off than get someone else in. How long have we spent building up your reputation and marketability?"
"A long time, but T your happiness is important to me too. You aren't just my agent but one of my oldest and closest friends too."
"T, take the time to go with Mike." Blaine said. "It's not often Miss Diva gives you the time off." He winked at Rachel to show he was joking.
"Well I have some time off while she's gallivanting around Europe with her soon-to-be wife, so I'll consider it further then."
"Then once I'm back we'll discuss it and outline a potential plan."
"You never know, Rachel might have just managed to plan when she wants babies." Kurt joked, he nudged Blaine who sniggered in response.
"Anyway, we'll sort it." Rachel stated as she ignored Kurt's incredibly truthful comment. "Refills?" She asked.
"I'll get them!" Blaine said as he stood from his seat next to Kurt. "You're the guest of honour."
"Tonight." Kurt added, "Just for tonight. Tomorrow you go back to Rachel Berry who is incredibly capable of fixing her own drink."
"Wrong." Rachel replied as she accepted her drink off Blaine. "I'll be Rachel Berry-Fabray actually."
"You two finally agreed on hyphenation then?" Kurt enquired. Rachel nodded in response.
"Legally I'll be Mrs. Rachel Barbra Berry-Fabray. Professionally I'm remaining Rachel Berry, it makes sense as that's the name I've become famous with."
"Well you'll still be Miss Diva to me." Blaine laughed.
"Seconded!" Tina triumphantly agreed.
"QUINN!" Her friends chorused as she opened the apartment door. They all enveloped her in a bone crushing hug.
"I'm so glad you guys are here."
"Well if you'd invited us in the first place..." The tall blonde haired man laughed.
"Nate, quit teasing." A red haired girl chastised. "Santana explained that you wanted a simple quiet night in. However, we're all aware that a quiet night in and Santana does not make any sense," the girl shouted so Santana would hear.
"I heard that, A!"
"So you should. I said it fucking loud enough." Alexa yelled back.
"Hey Q, we don't want your neighbours thinking that World War Three is about to happen out here, so any chance that you're going to invite us in?" The other male of the group asked.
"Shit, yeah, sorry!" Quinn said as she opened the door wider and moved to the side so her friends could get inside.
"Glasses are in the kitchen and Santana has the alcohol."
"That sounds familiar." A girl with long blonde hair and thin rimmed glasses said as she followed Quinn into the kitchen.
"Well Kate, you know Santana."
"The girl didn't even go to Yale but yet everyone raved about the parties she held in our dormitory block." Kate laughed. Quinn and Kate joined their friends in the lounge where Santana had kindly laid out shots on the coffee table for them all. "Yep, this definitely looks familiar." Kate responded upon seeing the table in front of her.
"Pipe down Kate and just get the shot down you." Santana said snidely. Kate blushed but did as Santana requested.
"San, be nice." Quinn warned.
"I am. Kate always needed a bit of tough love at the beginning of a party."
"Things have changed, Santana." The girl on her left hand side said.
"Oh yeah, Em? How?"
"Kate's dating me now and her alcohol tolerance has certainly grown." Emily said as she reached over to pull her still blushing girlfriend over to sit in her lap.
"No way!" Quinn exclaimed. Everyone looked at her as if she was crazy. "Kate, sit back here next to me. No couples tonight - well while you are in my apartment anyway. I'm spending the evening away from Rachel so it's only fair."
Once Quinn had finished ranting her friends started to laugh. "Nice frustration, Q." Santana choked out through the laughter. "Rachel work you up before she left? I should go up there and congratulate her on a job very well done."
"I dare you, Santana." Nate laughed, knowing full well Santana needed no encouragement.
"Either that or Quinn does another two shots." Emily added.
"I'll take the shots. Rachel will worry or stress if anyone goes up there under the influence of alcohol."
"True." Emily agreed as she poured the two shots for her friend.
"Another rule?" Alexa said, "Every time Q says 'Rachel' or 'Rach' then its two fingers of her drink."
"I like it," Nate said as both her and Will nodded in agreement.
"Tonight just got that little bit more interesting." Emily chuckled.
"Fancy putting it to the test, Q?" Santana asked. She was never one to back away from a challenge, Quinn sank the two shots off the table in front of her. Immediately she knew she would regret it in the morning but she slowly nodded her head.
"Well why don't you tell us about your first date with Rachel?" Will suggested. Quinn simply glared at him.
Upstairs the movie had long been forgotten. "Come on Rach, it's your bachelorette party. We want stories!" Kurt begged.
"Well what kind of stories?"
"Stories about you and Quinn." Blaine answered. "I love hearing them. You two are just unbelievably cute."
"You might love them a little less when you walk into Miss Diva's dressing room and find her and Quinn about to defile her couch. There's nothing cute about that."
"Couples have sex, T, get over it." Rachel replied. "In fact, Quinn and I have a healthy sex life." She added, knowing it was making her agent uncomfortable. "This past month has killed us but we wanted the 'no sex' pact before we got married. It was more of a challenge to see whose resolve would break first."
"Did you have a reward for holding out the longest?" Blaine asked. He loved how open Rachel was. Her lack of filter was incredible.
"Well whoever lost would have to fulfill the other's fantasy… if you catch my drift."
"God Rachel, how could we not catch your drift?" Tina quipped.
"It was null and void anyway. Neither of us cracked."
"Good to hear you both have some self-control." Tina chortled whilst the two men laughed. "It'll make tomorrow night that little bit more special." The Asian girl added.
"Oh yes, fantasies will be fulfilled tomorrow night…" Rachel trailed off as she laughed with them. "I'm kidding you know. I mean not about the healthy sex life because that's true, but we didn't have a pact or anything, although now I wish we had because that would have been a fantastic competition…" She trailed off again as she gave into her wild imagination.
Rachel was pulled out of her thoughts by Kurt snapping his fingers in front of her face. "Sorry, zoned out. Alcohol and thinking about Quinn never works out well."
"We'd noticed." Blaine chuckled as he filled her glass up with more daiquiri.
"Why don't you tell a PG story instead?" Tina suggested. Rachel's mind raced. She had four years of memories with Quinn as her girlfriend and another year of memories as her fiancée.
"How about your first date?" Tina proposed.
"You all know that one though," Rachel interrupted.
"Let me finish, how about your first date for two reasons,"
"One, it's a mandatory story at any bachelorette party," Kurt chimed.
"Reason number two is that it is a beautiful story," Blaine added.
"If you insist…" Rachel said. She took a quick swig of her drink as she prepared herself to retell one of her favourite moments of their relationship.
A/N: Leave me some suggestions about what stories you want the girls to tell.