Ok, this my first attempt at writing my own fanfiction so be firm! :P

Faberry, of course. The story takes place a while after Thanksgiving 2012. Quinn wakes up in Rachel's bedroom. Mayhem ensues.

I do not own Glee or any of the characters. What I do own is my mistakes and my imagination which lead to this god-awful story. Kidding.

Enjoy and please let me know whether I should keep trying or not.

~Chapter One: Good Morning To You, Too~

She'd done it again. God, her head hurt so fucking much! Why she kept doing it, she didn't know. The sun, invading her sight like never before, was almost unbearable. She rubbed her eyes to rid of both the sting and sleep.

Jesus! There was so much alcohol. So many fragments of what she had lived the night before. Just that though…fragments. And none of them making any sense. Some dancing, some laughing. Lots of tequila shots. At least for now, she thought. Maybe after a nice shower and a cup of coffee her memory would clear up.

A sound of ruffling sheets disturbed her from the thoughts that welcomed this damn drunken morning. Somebody was sleeping right beside her.

Immediately, panic ran through her. She peeked underneath the sheet almost like out of instinct. No clothes. Shit! She had brought a stranger back to Rachel's apartment! When did she do that? A guy that she had no recollection of, whatsoever. A guy she had slept Rachel's bed. In her brand new 1500 count thread Egyptian cotton sheets – the brunette had gone on and on the day before about her exciting new purchase. Quinn thought it was actually kind of cute.

Back to the matter at hand, she was so dead! She cursed herself inwardly for getting so drunk – she had promised herself that she would never have drunken blackouts again after the last…mishap. There was some more ruffling coming from her left and she was almost too afraid to look. She didn't want to face her stupid alcohol-driven decisions right now. Her head hurt too much!

Hesitantly, like in slow motion, she turned to her left to lay eyes on her lover. For the love of God! When did I meet him, anyway? She raised her back so that she was resting on her elbows and took a good look. The sun rays managed to light the room enough for her to have a clear view but the sheet was covering her mystery lover's entire body. She scoffed, rolling her eyes. She really does that a lot. For a moment, she considered slipping out of bed, disappearing from the face of the earth and thus never having to meet the guy or face the disapproving look on Rachel's face. And possibly her rants and lectures about inappropriate and irresponsible behaviour. And liver damage.

She was never a coward though. Taking a deep breath, she decided to take the matter into her hands and pull the sheet so that she could see who was lying beside her. Thinking again that she actually had no clue whatsoever who she had just had sex with the night before, upset her.

When had she become like this? Not that she had made a habit of it, but still; it made her feel like she was someone else, someone slutish, and she didn't like it. After the last time, she felt so awkward that it had made her sick to her stomach. Santana was worried that she might have had a bug or something, but when Quinn explained the reason why she felt that way, the Latina had burst into laughter! She literally had tears in her eyes. Clutching her belly, and after taking her time to quiet down the laughter, she'd said "Jesus, Q! If having sex makes you that sick, then you should consider becoming a nun!". Quinn had never resisted slapping Santana so much in her entire life. Of course, it wasn't the sex part that had made her sick! It was the randomness of the whole thing. And, of course…the other thing. She felt a blush warming her cheeks and shook her head as if to rid herself of her thoughts.

Decidedly, she raised her right hand and just like a cat, smoothly and silently, she caught the edge of the sheet covering her lover's head. He'd better be handsome. She didn't want to find out what Maria Bello in Coyote Ugly really meant. Without having the chance to even finish her thought, strands of dark hair filled her eyes. Huh. Raising her eyebrow she wondered how the hell she had landed a long-haired guy. Ew! She really hoped he wasn't some kind of cowboy wannabe. She really hated that type of men.

A sound like water running from the kitchen interrupted her thought. Kurt must be up.He was apparently making coffee as the familiar sound of the miraculously still working coffee maker was clear through the loft Kurt and Rachel rented.

She felt a movement from her left and felt her blood run and fill her head in panic when she realised that her mystery lover had switched sides and was probably awake. Quinn turned her head quickly to actually find herself wishing she hadn't. Brown, piercing eyes were staring at her. Suddenly, her throat felt really dry. She would look for a glass or bottle of water near her bedside but she wasn't able to form an actual thought at that moment. Or move. Or blink. How? When? What the fuck? HOW? Her questions must have been obvious by her facial expressions because Rachel was looking at her as panicked as she felt. She kept on clearing her throat and looking at Quinn in utter shock.

"Wha…what happened?" the brunette asked hesitantly, while raising the sheet with her hand in order to cover herself. She felt so exposed.

Quinn looked at her shocked. No. She couldn't have. How?

"Quinn?" The desperation in Rachel's voice wasn't lost on Quinn. Of course, she wanted the blonde to explain. Of course, she felt lost. But the truth was that Quinn felt as lost as she did. She didn't have any answers.

"I..." Quinn started but she felt her throat closing. She really needed some water. She coughed a little, giving herself the chance to find her voice and tried again. "I don't know" she replied looking down, suddenly feeling extremely shy. That's when she realised her left breast was showing. Panicked and releasing a small squeal she grasped her edge of the sheet and covered herself quickly. She looked up at Rachel, ready to face her laughter or maybe mock but all she saw was the brunette looking away awkwardly. Had she been looking at her half-naked and not say a word about it? A new wave of shyness filled her again.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Rachel said with a slight hint of anger. She wasn't really angry but she needed answers, damn it!

"I mean I have no idea, alright?" Yeah, Quinn was definitely angry now.

Rachel, letting out a huff, narrowed her eyes and in slow, really slow motion, she peeked under the sheet. In an utterly opposite manner, she rapidly emerged from underneath the sheets looking more flushed than ever. Yeap! She was definitely naked.

"Quinn?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm naked"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure!" Rachel replied angrily.

"Me too." Quinn said, looking and actually feeling like a five-year-old girl that had to admit to her mum that she was the one that broke her favourite china vase.

"Jesus Christ, how did this happen? Did it actually happen? Did we…?" Rachel stopped and looked at Quinn. The blonde surely was as shocked and confused as she was. Panic had taken over her. "Maybe we didn't have…you know. There's no way WE, Rachel Berry and Quinn Fabray, would engage in sexual intercourse. In CASUAL sexual intercourse for that matter! Maybe, we just slept. Yeah! That's it, Quinn! We didn't have sex with each other. We just fell asleep together…" Rachel said with the feeling of triumph running through her "…in nudity." She added, feeling less enthusiastic. Was that possible? She raised her eyebrow thinking and confusing herself even more, if that was even possible.

"I...I don't think so, Rach." Quinn stated after a few moments.

"Why? I sometimes find myself wanting to sleep in nudity rather than in my pyjamas, especially in the summer months, Quinn." She was right about this. She was right! Was she right? She had to be right. Yeah.

"Because it feels like I had sex" Quinn answered quickly like she wanted to say that in a manner so that Rachel couldn't actually hear it "…and except for that, you have hickies all over your neck."

"WHAT?!" Rachel yelled.

Yeap. It was definitely going to be a very long morning.

This was a short chapter. Next ones are longer. Hope you liked it :D Don't forget to tell me what you think. Cheers.