Summary: Rachel spends more time with the Unholy Trinity.
Disclaimer: You know how it goes. I own nothing associated with Glee.
Chapter 2: Red Bras and Bedroom Talk
"Okay how much longer are you going to be on that thing? I'm bored"
Rachel glared at Santana as she got off of the elliptical machine. "I told you I was coming up here to finish my normal morning routine. This is my normal morning routine. I'm going to go take a shower and then deal with you three…somehow. I haven't really thought that part out yet, but perhaps the shower will be inspiration." She grabbed her toiletries and made her way to the bathroom.
"Need help washing your back…or anywhere else?" She looked back at a smirking Quinn who was with Brittany and Santana on her still unmade bed. "Well I do have this one spot on my lower back that the shower massager just can't reach…" She smirked as Quinn's eyes widened slightly. "Actually I'm good…I'm pretty flexible, thanks though." She walked into the bathroom without looking back at Quinn's face. She quickly shut and locked the door behind her and leaned back against the door. The Unholy Trinity would probably be the death of her. At the very least they were a bad influence. The thought made her smile to herself. Maybe her Sunday wasn't totally ruined. She really wished she could have finished her dream though. It was disturbing, but definitely getting interesting.
Thirty minutes later Rachel left the bathroom in a small robe and was using a towel to dry her long hair.
"I'll pay you ten bucks if that robe magically falls off."
"But you said you didn't believe in magic San." Brittany gave her a confused frown. "But then you also said that I had magical fingers and a magical ton – "
"Britts!" Santana interrupted Brittany after her momentary shock. She closed her eyes and attempted to gather her patience before looking at Brittany again. "Britts, do you remember us having that conversation about private talk?"
"Ummmm…I think so. Is that like the sexy talk we have during our sweet lady kisses?"
Santana had the brief thought that Brittany was lucky to be the only person that she didn't lose her patience with. "We'll talk about it again later, k? Brittany's answering bright smile was contagious and reminded Santana again that she could never get upset at her.
"K, cool. Are you going to strip for us Rachel?" Brittany's short attention span switched gears again and now she was looking at a barely dressed Rachel.
Rachel blushed slightly before grabbing clothes from her closet. She faced away from her bed as she dropped her robe, suddenly happy for her addiction to Victoria Secret underwear. The other girls probably expected to see her in days of the week panties instead of the black and purple cotton bra and panty set. She quickly pulled on a pair of denim shorts and a black tank top before walking over to her vanity and taking a seat. She ran a brush through her still damp hair that hung in waves down her back. She put the brush down when she was done and faced the trio that was lounging on her bed.
"Now, how can I help you ladies. Today is usually a day I reserve for myself. My fathers go out for brunch and then shopping while I get to have the house to myself to do with as I please." She gave each girl a pointed look. "You're interrupting that."
"Well someone doesn't sound particularly happy to see us. And here I thought we were getting closer."
"Well let's see Quinn. Like I said today is usually my day to be alone. I was happily sleeping and enjoying a pleasant dream be – "
"What kind of dream?"
"Not the point Santana!"
"Was it a sexy dream? Because I have those sometimes. I even dreamed of you once, but that was last year and Santana still thought you were a hobbit." Brittany's brows furrowed as she faced Santana again. "San, am I allowed to dream about Rachel now? I mean we're all supposed to get along and both you and Quinn think she's hot too."
"Britts! Private talk!"
Rachel took in both Quinn and Santana's reddened faces. "It's fine Brittany. Thank you for the compliment. You're right, all is forgiven and I guess we're friends now since we're all Cheerios. Now where was I?"
"We were talking about your naughty wet dream."
Rachel blushed slightly, but ignored Santana's interruption and continued on. "Right, we were discussing why I was not allowed to sleep in today."
"No, I'm pretty sure we were discussing your naughty dream."
Rachel turned even redder, but she still managed to face Quinn and look her in the eye. "I was not discussing my naughty dream!"
"Ah, so there was a naughty dream?"
"Are you hoping that there really was a naughty dream to speak of? Maybe hoping that it might have been about you? Otherwise I can't figure out why we are still discussing this!"
"Chill out Berry. Don't get your cute panties in a twist. We just wanted to hang out with our newest Cheerio. You know, do girl stuff."
Rachel gave Santana a skeptical look. "Girl stuff?"
Santana shrugged and examined her nails. "We usually get together and hang out, and now since you're one of us you're included."
Rachel once again felt grateful that she was actually a part of the elite as Ms. Sylvester called it. She could get used to having friends to spend time with after school. It made her now more cramped schedule all the more worth it. Having to juggle yet another extracurricular wasn't such a bad thing if It meant that she wouldn't be considered a total loser anymore. Before she could say anything she heard a voice from downstairs.
"Rachel hunny. Why is there a bra on the door knob?"
Rachel looked at the three girls with widened eyes, but couldn't help joining them when they all collapsed in a fit of laughter.
"I swear to Liza, Barbara and all else that is good and holy in this world you are going to pay for that stunt Santana."
"Bring it midget."
So Chapter 2 is now up. Just a random Sunday with Rachel and the Unholy Trinity. I hope I managed to get a bit of humor in there. I'm halfway through editing Chapters 3 and 4, so those should be up pretty soon. Is everyone enjoying so far?
