Hi guys! I just wanted to start off by saying that this is my first fic ever. Also, that I am looking for a beta! If you have any interest in being a beta for me, it would be much appreciated. Anyways, I hope you enjoy Blue Jeans, which is loosely based off the song of the same name by Lana Del Rey.

**I am updating this chapter. I re-read it and thought it was not going in the direction that I wanted it to. It is somewhat the same, but I am changing a few details and extending the chapters. There is a pretty significant re-write to this chapter. Hopefully it is for the better. Let me know what you think and I am still looking for a beta! Like stat. Thank you so much for reading. 3

Chapter 1

Rachel put on her jacket before she stepped out into the December night. It didn't do much to fight off the bitter cold of winter, but she needed to get out of the house. She had been trapped inside studying, and now her last exam at NYADA for the winter was complete, she had freedom to do whatever she wanted. This usually involved staying at home singing in her room. She loved New York and everything it offered, but when she came to the big city she had left everything behind, including Finn. Though, she knows she made the right decision, it was still very lonely here. So, tonight he decided that she was going to go out on the town. She had heard about this new bar opening up a few blocks down from her apartment and felt like it was a great opportunity to meet people who lived in the area, and have a couple of drinks.

She pulled her coat tighter around herself as she walked the last couple of blocks to the bar. It was nothing special on the outside. Just a regular bar, with a neon light that says "The Bark and Bite", and another on the window that says "open". She pulled out the fake I.D. that Noah had made her before she left Lima, insisting that she would need it. She was thankful for it now, she'll have to remember to thank him and apologize for the rant that he had to endure after presenting her with the fake I.D.

After getting into the bar she took a look around. There was a nice long oak bar that complete ly took over one wall, with plenty of bar stools. There was a small dance floor off to the left, and in the back there were four pool tables, and three dart boards. There was also a smaller bar behind them. All dimly lit. After she finished scanning the area she took a seat on a bar stool close to the end of the bar. Removing her coat and placing it on counter next to her, and ordered herself a cosmo. She sat there for a few minutes sipping on her drink. This might have been a bad idea. She thought to herself as she took a look around the new bar that was already destined to be a dive. She was already feeling out of place. seeing as most patrons of the bar seems to be older men, with thick beards and leather jackets. Just as she decided that maybe she should just finish her drink and head home, she saw her, leaning over the pool table, sinking the 8 ball, smirking before snatching the stack of twenties off the corner of the table.

She was tall, gorgeous body and eyes that could pierce your soul, even the pink hair didn't take away from the beauty of this girl. She was wearing a white v-neck t-shirt and a pair of the nicest fitting blue skinny jeans she had ever seen. Rachel instantly blushed when the pink haired beauty caught her eyes from across the bar. She quickly turned away grabbed her coat and threw some money on the bar, wanting to get out before she had the chance to embarrass herself any further.

Just as Rachel put her coat on, she felt someone slide up beside her. "Leaving so soon?" she heard a raspy voice whisper into her ear.

She quickly turned to see the pink haired beauty standing next to her. "It's not really my scene." Rachel replied quietly, as she busied herself by putting on her coat, trying not to make eye contact with the girl beside her.

"I can tell." the woman said with a smirk, looking up and down Rachel's body. Rachel blushed and looked down to what she was wearing under her opened jacket, a pink blouse, plaid skirt, knee high socks and a pair of flats. She supposed the woman was correct in her assumptions; she stuck out like a sore thumb in a place like this. When she looked back up, the woman was staring intensely. She seemed to be deliberating something in her head. After a few seconds she finally spoke. "Can I buy you a drink?" she asked Rachel quickly "before you go?"

Rachel thought about it for a second, only a minute ago she was dashing to get out of here, and away from this girl, now with just a few words, she was enthralled. Not enthralled, curious she compromised with herself. "Sure" she replied "but you need to tell me your name first."

"Quinn." She stated as she beckoned the bartender over. "Jack and coke for me and…"

"Cosmo" Rachel filled in the blank for her.

"A cosmo for the lady." Quinn said as she laid some cash on the bar and winked at the brunette.

"Rachel." She supplied

"Rachel." The pink hair girl repeated with a nod of her head. "So, Rachel, if this isn't your scene what are you doing here?" she asked as she grabbed the drinks from the bartender and handing one to Rachel. "This isn't the safest place to be, especially if you're alone."

"If it's so dangerous what are you doing here?" Rachel question defensively, making Quinn raise a questioning eyebrow, taking in a deep breath and blowing it out. Rachel bit her bottom lip at the motion, she needs to stop being so rash. Quinn has been nothing but nice to her.

"There is an obvious answer to that question" Quinn answered dismissively. "I can handle my own. You on the other hand, you have probably lived in New York for what? Maybe three or four months, you probably can from a small town, where you have never had to defend yourself, or fight before. This part of town, in a bar like this, people can smell it off you. They can and will try to take advantage of you. Especially when you are dressed like a catholic school girl from a porn movie" Quinn watched her for a second and must have seen the hurt on Rachel's face, because she at least looked sorry at what she said.

Rachel grimaced pulling her mouth into a thin line. "And what are you, my knight in shining armour?" Quinn looked away quickly.

"Something like that."

Rachel waited until Quinn looked back at her, and said "Look, do you want to get out of here?" I know a place." Rachel nodded mutely as Quinn stood up gesturing to the door. Rachel put her unfinished drink on the bar. They were just about to leave when a tall bulky man, came up and grabbed Quinn's shoulder.

"Where do you think you are going, Pinky?" The man asked forcefully "We have some business to attend to." Quinn turned around to face the man. -"Or the giant" Rachel thought- and gave the man the dirtiest look she had ever seen, before turning to Rachel and lightly saying "Give me one minute" before she stocked past the man into a back room.

Rachel stood there awkwardly for a few minutes, finishing the drink she had previously set down, and ordering another one. She was starting to believe she was being stood up when she finally saw Quinn walk back into the room, with and expressionless look on her face. She walked past Rachel grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the bar. Even through the roughness and uneasiness of the action, Rachel could feel the tingles shooting through Quinn's fingers into her body

"What was that about?" Rachel questioned looking up at Quinn's still expressionless face. This should have scared her; being dragged along by some stranger out into the streets of New York, but for some reason, the way Quinn's hand fit into hers, so perfectly and the constant tingles is keeping her from thinking logically.

"It was nothing." Quinn answered her voice dismissive "Don't worry about it." continuing to pull Rachel down the street.

Rachel tugged on Quinn's hand "Well can you at least tell me where we are going?" the movement seemed to pull Quinn out of her thought because she quickly let go of Rachel's hand, and Rachel missed it immediately, but at the same time grateful that Quinn seemed to snap out of the state she was in.

Quinn leaned against the wall, reached down into her pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, taking one out, putting in her mouth before returning the pack to her pocket and pulling out a lighter. She watched Rachel as she lit her cigarette. She had never seen anyone look so sensual doing something so disgusting. The pink haired girl took a long drag and exhaling out of the side of her mouth. Her eyes still on Rachel as if she was trying to size the Brunette up.

"There is this great pub a couple blocks from here. Maybe we can grab some coffee? "Quinn asked hesitantly. "Unless you think that's lame, they have beer too."

Rachel smiled lightly, this was not what she had in mind when she left her place for a night on the town. This is better. This girl was a mystery and Rachel was thrilled she was going to get a chance to figure this girl out. "Yeah, I could go for another drink"

Quinn smiled back for a second, before recovering and jerking her head in the direction she wanted them to start walking. She took one more big puffed of her smoke, before flicking it into the gutter, and leading the way, looking back to make sure Rachel was following her. Which she did, and took a few fast paced steps to catch up with the other woman.

They walked the few blocks in silence, until they reached the pub. "Here we are." Quinn stated blandly as she opened the door, letting Rachel walk in first, pointing the direction of a booth at the end of the diner. They walked together and sat opposite ends of the booth from each other. There were a few seconds of silence before Rachel couldn't handle it anymore. "So, what is so special about this place?" she questioned.

"Um, well, there are a few reasons, but one of the main ones is their coffee is the best in town, and they have amazing fries." Quinn shrugged. "There is also that." She said pointing to a small stage on the corner of the pub.

Rachel's eyes went wide, how did she not see the stage? Sure it was tiny but it had a mic ready and a small set of drums and a key board. There was a small dance floor, but not much of one, enough for maybe 10 couples are the most. "Do you come here for the music?" Rachel questioned

"Yeah, I mean they have some great bands, come through here. Some of them unknown, some of them bigger ones that will play a small venue out of allegiance." Quinn shrugged again. "Tonight Dragonette is playing." Laughing when she realized Rachel had no idea who they were. "You'll like them."

Just as Rachel went to question Quinn's statement, the lights dimmed in the pub and a woman, and two men walked on to the small stage. The lead singer said a few words and introduced the song as "Okay Dalores" before the beat started pumping through the pub.

Quinn leaned over the table, making Rachel jump, and put her lips right next to Rachel's ear, and yelled. "I'm going to get us some beers, okay?" before she pulled away to see Rachel smile and nod. Quinn left the booth and made her way to the counter.

Rachel started to bob her head to the music. Quinn was right, she did like this band. After another couple of minutes, it was too much. She got out of the booth and made her way to the dance floor, which was crowed, and started swaying to the music. Next thing she knew she saw Quinn pushing through the crowd with two beers in her hand. "There you are, here." Passing one of them to her.

"I couldn't help it, I needed to dance." Rachel admitted slightly swaying to the beat smiling at the pink haired girl.

"Can I join you?" Quinn asks with caution, waiting for Rachel to nod, before threading her arm that was not holding the beer around Rachel's waist, and moving closer

"I had a lot of fun tonight." Rachel commented honestly, leaning in a bit closer "I don't want it to end."

The only response Rachel got to that was to Quinn's lips on her own. Before she could even register it Quinn had her pushed up against the wall of the building and running her tongue along Rachel's bottom lip requesting entrance, in which Rachel would never deny. Though there was a hint of beer, the taste of Quinn's tongue was amazing. At that moment she knew she'd be addicted. She slowed down the kissed before pulling back, just enough so she could still feel Quinn's lips brushing against hers before she asked

"Do you want to come up stairs?"