A/N: I don't really sleep so I'm gonna try to use my insomnia to write a story. I have tons of ideas so I decided to try to actually write a fic instead of hoping that certain things happen in the ones I read.
It is pretty AU so I'll try to avoid spoiling anything but spoilers will be anything that's aired. My memory is pretty blurry so I might mess stuff up from the show. It's a Faberry fic, I want to establish them a bit before I add more depth to the other characters but you can always tell me who you want to see more of. We'll start right before senior year. Sorry, I talk too much, enjoy.
The sun is always too bright when you want to sleep in. If you need to get up extremely early, falling back asleep is second nature. On a Summer Saturday, you wake up at ten and your body refuses to continue resting.
Quinn rolls deeper into her blanket, trying to recapture her fatigue, when her phone buzzes somewhere under her pillows. She blindly shoots her hand around under the mountain of fluff until she grasps her iPhone and checks the screen. Brittany: Are you still coming to the beach? She can never ignore her.
Definitely, she texts back. Sleeping in is overrated.
It's hot but it isn't scorching. The whole glee club is in attendance because Finn and Puck said it would be a great way to get them close for the upcoming year. Quinn has a sneaking suspicion that it's more about bikinis than team building. She's laid out on a towel while her torso is propped up by her elbows as she observes the club. Mike and Puck have buried Artie in the sand, Tina is making sand castles with Brittany, Finn and Sam are playing catch and Santana disappeared into the water with Mercedes and Kurt. Her sunglass-shielded gaze lingers on Rachel. She's under an umbrella sipping from a water bottle and preparing to head in the water.
"Are you going to swim today, Quinn? You'll still get a tan." Her voice is hopeful, like she doesn't want the blonde to feel left out. Quinn lifts her sunglasses and really looks at her as Rachel stands to slide her shorts off and into the sand. She has on an emerald strapless bikini that fastens at the back; the color is gorgeous on her already bronze skin.
"Did you never play outside as a kid?" Your legs are flawless; there isn't a mark to be found. Quinn immediately backtracks. Not again. These thoughts have been more and more common since summer started.
"Occasionally," the brunette replies with a smile as she sits back down. Quinn watches her legs slowly cross as Rachel watches her. She knows that Rachel is pretty much reading her thoughts. She isn't really surprised, not after last week.
Puck had turned the den of his house into a Man Cave and the whole glee club was over to hang out and watch movies. There are a few rows of leather reclining home theater chairs, a pool table, a couch, a 103 inch projector screen, and a mini fridge with a small microwave sitting on top. It was the best house to meet up at.
After four rounds of voting, the gleeks finally decided to watch the Saw series.
"It's literally going to be the best gore marathon ever," Sam says excitedly as he scratches the cue ball in a game of pool against Kurt.
Mercedes sighs, "as much as I would like to protest, I'm having a nice time tonight so I'll just try not to scream too loudly."
"Oh you'll be screaming real loud," Puck says as he winks at her before he gets slapped across the head by Tina, "Really Puck? You were doing pretty well for a while."
"I can't be tamed!" He yells before he grabs some more popcorn to pop so that they can get started. Finn, Artie, Mike and Santana are playing each other in Halo while Brittany sits in Santana's lap. Quinn and Rachel unload drinks from the mini fridge into the cup holders of all of the chairs.
Rachel glances over, "have you ever seen these movies? They seem to have a bit of a bad reputation."
"I saw one on a date with Finn," the blonde replies, "I walked out." She laughs at the memory, "he can be a bit clueless sometimes. I don't think that cleverly-plotted torture is very romantic."
Rachel giggles a bit, she opens her mouth but before she can reply Puck shouts, "It's time to have your minds blown!"
Everyone scrambles to get in seats as Sam kills the lights and Puck sets the first disc to play. Santana stays in the front row with Brittany still on her lap with Puck next to her and Artie next to him. Sam, Mercedes, Kurt, and Tina are in the second row and everyone else is getting settled. Mike sits at one end of the third row while Rachel sits at the other. Quinn drops next to Rachel as Finn lumbers over the two to relax next to Mike.
About fifteen minutes later Finn and Mike get into a playful tug-of-war match over a bag of popcorn. Finn tugs particularly hard and elbows Quinn's hand just as she's lifting her can of iced tea to take a drink. The cold brown liquid splashes onto her chest and she immediately freezes.
"Shit," the large boy whispers, "I'm super sorry, Quinn. Do you need some napkins or something?"
"I got it," she says as she slowly rises and heads to the adjoining bathroom, trying not to make a mess.
After a few minutes, Rachel lightly taps on the door and quietly crosses the threshold when she's granted entrance. Quinn doesn't say anything as she continues to use a napkin to rub at her v-neck that used to be solid yellow.
Rachel breaks the calm silence, "I brought you a shirt. I have a duffle bag in my car for dance tomorrow. I think it should fit you, it's a little long on me." She hands over a white Ferris Bueller's Day Off shirt.
Quinn chuckles as she eyes the garment; "'One man's struggle to take it easy', huh? I didn't think you were the rebellious type," she says as she sets it on the toilet seat lid. Rachel's cheeks turn pink as she runs her hand through her shiny chocolate locks and leans on the sink.
"I have my moments," she replies with a slight smirk, "I actually…" She trails off as Quinn pulls her shirt up over her head, grabs a sheet of paper towel, runs it under the tap then uses it to wipe off her sticky chest.
"Rachel, are you okay?," Quinn half smiles as she steps up to the daydreaming girl. She reaches around her to toss the wet shirt in and the brunette reflexively grabs her arm before it can return to her side. Hazel eyes meet deep brown ones and the air seems to involuntarily sit in her lungs as a tan hand slides up her forearm. Goosebumps erupt in the wake of her touch until the hand suddenly disappears. Quinn breathes easily until she feels fingers trail down her torso, she braces herself on the sink on either side of Rachel and exhales heavily.
"I can never get my abs like this, my stomach just stays flat," Rachel whispers as she looks down at the toned body before her. She knows what she's doing; she's been trying to get a reaction out of her current bathroom buddy for a few weeks now. This is her perfect opportunity.
"Lots of…Cheerios," Quinn quietly says as she drops her forehead onto the singer's shoulder whose ministrations are driving the blond mad.
A few knocks on the door break them from their trance, "Everything good?" asks Mike through the door.
Quinn throws her borrowed shirt on and opens the door, "Everything's good," she answers with a small smile. She walks to her seat and Rachel faintly hears profuse apologies from Finn.
"Are you good, Rachel?" Mike looks a little worried. She replies with a nod and sighs as he turns to walk away. Thirty more seconds, she thinks as she follows him into the other room.
A/N: I'll pick back up at the beach in chapter two but I need to sleep, I have to be up soon. I hope you liked it.