Hey guys! Yes, I realise it's been so long since I wrote a fan fiction and I've been quite bored lately and I got this idea after watching 'Blame it on the Alcohol' and noticing how shattered Quinn was every time Sam was with Santana or Brittany. I don't think it's going to be a particularly long story, about 5 or 6 chapters maximum. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it!
Quinn struggled with her books as she made an honest attempt to pass down the hallway without getting slushied or knocked into a locker. After quitting the Cheerios a few weeks ago for Glee club, things certainly had not improved. New Directions were still desperately trying to convince the rest of the school that they weren't total losers and failing. Horribly.
But that wasn't the worst of Quinn's troubles right now. No, not at all. Actually, she had barely even thought about it in these few passing weeks. Instead, she thought about him.
Quinn was sorry for her mistakes. She'd once said to Finn, "I've cheated twice in my life - first time, I got pregnant. Second time, I got mono. I think the universe is trying to tell me something," and she stood by those words.
Being sorry wasn't enough though. Not for Sam, anyway. What had happened in the past was in the past and he seemed to be moving on very quickly. Quinn had tried to convince herself that she was over it too, but in all honesty, she was dying inside. Everything had been so wonderful yet now it was all spiralling downwards like her worst nightmare.
Perhaps she would have gotten over it already if Santana had not been the very source of Sam's information and his new girlfriend. Gosh, she hated that girl with a passion. Santana had always been jealous of Quinn yet she had never been able to outrun the blonde. Well, things were changing now and Santana was ahead of Quinn and she hated that. She hated knowing every morning when she woke up that she would have to see them together, enjoying each others company. That's what it used to be like with us, she would think, or even better.
After finally reaching her locker, Quinn received a text. She produced the iPhone from her pocket and realised that it was from Rachel.
'Party at my place this Saturday, guys! I expect to see you all there and dressed for the occasion, seeing as it is my party.'
Quinn scoffed at it. As always, Rachel being her over-confident self. Sighing, she weighed her options. Most of her weekends now consisted of stuffing herself up in her bedroom and examining her stretch marks in the mirror, slapping all sorts of oils and creams on her skin with a hope that they'd finally go away. She had no such luck.
Now, a party at Rachel Berry's house might be lame but it couldn't be that lame… right? Or could it? Hm. She supposed she would go anyway. It was better than crying over what's been and done.
"Wow, Quinn…" the blonde sighed to herself as she stared into space, "sitting by yourself at Rachel Berry's party. How low…"
It was no secret that Quinn wasn't the queen of the school she once used to be but this was her all time low. Even in Glee, her only escape from reality, nobody even spared her a glance. Not even Finn, which she was furious about.
After all, it had been him who had enticed her into making out behind the scenes of her and Sam's relationship. And that which also ruined their relationship completely. He hadn't spoken to her since she'd become newly single. In fact, he'd been nothing but hostile to her. What was his problem?
Even worse, Quinn caught a disturbing image in the corner of her eye that she couldn't seem to look away from, although she wished she could. Santana sat upon Sam's lap, their lips pressed together viciously. She played with his hair and explored his body. She felt like screaming, 'GET A ROOM!' but she knew that she couldn't. Although she didn't particularly like Rachel Berry, she had no intentions of ruining her party.
But it seemed like Rachel was doing that for herself already. During Glee sometime last week, Rachel had promised alcohol since her dads were out of town for a couple of days yet all that was on offer was a maximum of two drinks per person. And Quinn thought this wouldn't be lame.
Feeling as if she was about to scream, Quinn removed herself from that corner of the room so that she could no longer see Sam and Santana. She couldn't bare to look at him.
"Hey girlfriend!" Rachel exclaimed, approaching her in a hideous green dress that looked like she belonged at Sunday school, "having fun?"
Twiddling her thumbs, Quinn nodded and swallowed the painful lump forming in the back of her throat.
"Yeah… awesome party." she lied through a tightly forced smile as she glanced wistfully behind her to where Sam and Santana sat.
Oh how she wished that it was her upon Sam's lap. He could do so much better than Santana. She was so easy. Quinn wondered if she regretted not putting out for him during their relationship. If she had done so, perhaps they would still be together now. Is that what he wanted? Did he really care if she'd cheated with Finn and gotten mono to prove it or did he just want… that?
All her time with Sam, Quinn had sworn to herself that the reason and the only reason she had not put out for Sam was because it was an unholy thing to do and she wanted to be sensible but deep down, Quinn was just insecure. She hated her body after what having a child had done to it. She was afraid of what he might think when he saw it and now that he could have full access to Santana's, why on earth would he was some stretched-marked wreck?
He wouldn't.
The party had taken an unexpected twist. The alcohol was out of Rachel's dad's liquor cabinet, probably thanks to Puck. Everyone else seemed to be enjoying themselves but Quinn was unsure. Did she really want to touch another drink after last time? Probably not. No, definitely a bad idea.
But she couldn't resist and soon enough she was taking her chances. She'd drunk a bottle of Absolut Vodka all to herself and the room was spinning. Or was it upside down? She couldn't quite make out the difference. Not to mention the Tequila and shots mixed in.
Soon enough, the entire room found themselves in a game of spin the bottle. Reluctantly, Quinn had decided to join in although Finn, who wasn't drinking, and Santana sat at the sidelines. If Santana wanted to make out with any of the guys in this room, she could have done it without a bottle in between them. And the girls too, judging by the amount of liquor being shared.
Quinn giggled hysterically as she watched Blaine and Rachel make out drunkenly, as did the rest of the room. They clapped and whooped like wild animals going on some crazy rampage.
"Okay, okay! That's enough, next one!" Kurt exclaimed hastily as he made a grab for the bottle in the middle of the room. He spun the bottle around and the whole circle waited in anticipation of who it would land on.
Her vision blurred but once Quinn was quite sure that the bottle had stopped, she realised that one of it's ends was pointing to her. She giggled hysterically until she glanced up to realise who the other end had landed on.
The rest of the room burst into 'ooh's' and 'ahh's' but no matter how intoxicated Quinn may have been, she couldn't help but scramble for composure when Sam's eyes met hers for what had probably be the first time since their break-up.
Quinn winced when she realised that he wasn't looking at her with the same seriousness that she held. In fact, he was sporting a stupid lop-sided grin that made his lips look even bigger if that was even possible.
Her expression changed when she realised in her peripheral vision that Santana was growling with jealousy. Her eyes could've even been glowing green and Quinn would've believed that it was totally normal. Suddenly, the blonde found herself mirroring Sam's grin.
"Nah-uh!" Santana protested, coming into the circle for the first time, "I don't think so! Those guppy-lips belong to me. No me gusta!" she tried to pull Sam back until she found that Sam was protesting against her.
"The bottle has chosen," he argued in a dorky, low voice which caused Quinn to suppress a girlish giggle, "It's just a game Santana."
"Yeah!" "It's just a game!" "You can't bend he rules, sandbags!" yells could be heard throughout the circle until Santana made a loud moan and sulked off to the corner of the room.
Sam returned his attention to Quinn who had not said a thing since the bottle had landed in between them.
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" Brittany began the chant and soon enough the whole circle was joining in apart from Finn and Santana, who sat off in the sidelines.
Finally, Quinn gave in. "Okay!" she exclaimed as they both scrambled into the middle of the circle until they met each other.
Quinn remembered the feeling of his touch so fondly. It was soft and sent chills down her spine. She was sure that she had never felt like this about anyone before, apart from maybe Finn but that love had seemed robotic. This one had been real and genuine. It had been a breath of fresh air.
The chants continued as Sam placed his hands on Quinn's hips and began to caress them drunkenly. Quinn's heart beat heavily as she pushed her arms around his neck. Just breathe, Quinn, she instructed yourself, you've kissed him before and this doesn't mean anything.
But that was before the kiss.
The kiss. Wow, the kiss. It was hot and heavy but it was passionate and intense and exciting and everything a kiss should be, drunk or not. Soon enough, Sam had pried Quinn's lips open and their tongues were slashing violently against one another. She had spread her things through his hair, his soft and luscious blonde hair.
Lemon juice, she remembered, when we were in Breadsticks, he had told me he bleached his hair with lemon juice. She began to giggle through the kiss.
Cheers made the room spin even more so, if possible. Sam enjoyed Quinn's touch underneath his hands like a childhood memory come back to life. She had a thing about wearing her boyfriend's clothes, he recalled and now he was laughing too.
"I hate you so much because I loved you so much!" Quinn whispered breathlessly between kisses, almost silently so that only Sam could hear.
"I miss you," Sam replied during the next break between kisses so that his words only met Quinn's senses, "so fucking much."
After a good two minutes or so, they pulled away from each other reluctantly.
The room fell unusually silent for a crowd of drunken teenagers. They all stared dumfounded with lips parted as Sam and Quinn looked into each other's eyes, still holding each other desperately.
"That was hot…" Puck remarked, his eyes wide with excitement.
Neither of them looked at him. Sam gulped as his eyes bore into Quinn's and Quinn could have sworn that she saw a glimpse of regret in his emerald green pools. Not regret of that kiss but regret that it hadn't happened naturally. That they weren't together. Longing, for Quinn. Not for Santana. For Quinn.
And she was right. Sam was retracing his steps. He'd realised he'd broken up for Quinn with a reason… but he couldn't quite remember that reason.
Shouts and groans for them to move of the way awoke them from their staring contest and soon enough they backed away out of the middle of the circle to make space for the bottle.
For the rest of that game, Sam and Quinn both smiled and cheered drunkenly along with the rest of the circle but every once in a while they would glance over at one another and catch each other looking. They would avert their gaze hastily but they couldn't deny that they were both longing and wistful for each other, despite any intoxication.
Quinn had assumed that was all over once the game had finished but as she danced drunkenly with Lauren and Tina until Sam walked beside her. He seemed innocent, but their hands collided, causing Quinn's breath to hitch and her heart beat to increase.
It was only when he'd left that he realised he had place a piece of paper in her hand when their fingers had intertwined.
'Meet me in Rachel's bedroom in ten minutes.'
Thanks for reading! I want some feedback before I write the next chapter please. I want to know whether to continue or not!