The next day Quinn was slightly worried about seeing Rachel. She wondered if it would be awkward. They were rudely interrupted by Santana so they never got to talk about the aftermath of the kiss. Quinn decided it would be best if she just avoided her for the day. Which wouldn't be hard during the school day. She and Rachel had a few classes together, but it wasn't like her and Rachel were always talking during the day. But Glee club would be different. Glee club is where Rachel tried to stick her big nose in everybody's business. To avoid Rachel Berry in Glee club would be like avoiding an Elvis impersonator in Las Vegas. It's just something that didn't happen.
Like predicted, it was easy to avoid her during the day. She didn't make eye contact with Rachel (like usual) and just talked to fellow Cheerios in her class. Santana kept smirking at her, but Quinn just returned the look with a fierce glare. She wasn't afraid of Santana because if she did do anything stupid or awkward during the day, she'd repay her when practice came along. Besides, she was use to Santana's smirk by now. It was her default face.
But then Glee happened. Quinn would have skipped, but then Rachel and Santana might know she was skipping because she didn't want any awkwardness. And that could make even more awkwardness. Or even create an awkwardness that wasn't there, because yesterday Rachel seemed to be pretty unfazed by the kiss. Nevertheless, Quinn took her usual seat by Santana and Brittney and waited for Mr. Schuester to start the club.
"Hey guys," he walked in with another terrible sweater vest. She put it on her list to maybe buy him some new shirts for Christmas, "So Monday I gave you your assignments and I'd like to see some today. As you know, the assignment was to do something new this week and try to sing a song with lyrics that connect to that subject. So who wants to go first?" Nobody was surprised when Rachel raised her hand first. Quinn barely noticed because she was lost in her own thoughts, New things, huh? Ironic that I just kissed Berry this week. If I cared enough about this club or if I wanted people to know that I'd kiss a girl I'd get all cliche and sing Katy Perry...oh no. Almost as on que Quinn heard the drums kick in for I kissed a Girl and none other than Rachel's voice singing along.
This was never the way I planned
Not my intention
I got so brave, drink in hand
Lost my discretion
It's not what, I'm used to
Just wanna try you on
I'm curious for you
Caught my attention
Quinn could feel Santana's stupid smirk burning a hole through her body. Quinn refused to look at her and tried to play it like the song Rachel was singing was just another stupid Rachel Superstar diva act.
It doesn't matter,
You're my experimental game
Just human nature,
It's not what,
Good girls do
Not how they should behave
My head gets so confused
Hard to obey
Quinn hoped her face wasn't as red as she felt it to be. She tried to just stare straight forward at Rachel, but she thought that might be too obvious. So she decided to look around the room, she did that sometimes, right?
She gazed at everybody but Santana, for she knew what her expression would be. Everybody seemed to be enjoying the song, except Finn who just had the same oafish look he always had plastered on his face. For now everybody seemed to forget that Rachel Berry was singing about a hot lesbian make out session she had with Quinn Fabray.
I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chap stick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean I'm in love tonight
I kissed a girl and I liked it
I liked it
As Rachel finished the song, Quinn peaked a glance at her. The idiot was staring right at her. I'm going to kill that girl, she thought. Not only had she sang about the kiss they shared, she went about an incredibly cheesy route for it. Hopefully, nobody else noticed, and her fears were relaxed when Finn finally said, "So...who'd you kiss?" Rachel just smirked. Not a Santana smirked, it was almost like a sexy smirk. What was Quinn thinking? Rachel just publicly embarrassed her. This was no time to be thinking Rachel was at all sexy. In fact, she was a very annoying over dramatic diva.
More people got up to sing, but Quinn was too concerned about what she was going to say to that dwarfish diva after the club. Finally, Mr. Schue let them out. Quinn looked down to gather her bags and when she looked up it was only her and Santana's stupid damn smirk left in the room.
"I don't even wear cherry chap stick!" She threw her hands in the air and left the room on a mission to find Rachel. Santana just giggled.
When Quinn found Rachel she was alone in the hallway by her locker. Quinn wasted no time and slammed her locker door so her full attention would be on her. Rachel jumped.
"I told you not to talk about it ever!" Quinn told her.
"I didn't," Rachel bit her lip, it looked sexy, "I..um..sang about it."
Quinn huffed, she was about to slap this girl, "Not only did you embarrass me in front of the entire club, you also lied to me! You said it was to investigate your sexuality not for some damn Glee assignment!" Rachel bit her lip again while she articulated a proper response to Quinn. "And stop doing that!"
"Doing what?" Rachel asked.
"Biting your lip!" Quinn said.
"Why?" Rachel looked confused.
"Because it looks stupid!" Which was actually completely the opposite. It made Quinn want to attack the lip for herself, but she couldn't tell the girl she wanted to rip the head off of that right now, "Now why did you lie to me!?"
"Well," Rachel began, "I didn't intent to lie to you. The reason about exploring my sexuality still has a strong stance in the experiment, but I will admit Glee was a contributing factor. I didn't tell you that part though, because I know you don't care about Glee as much as I do. And if I asked you for Glee, you would have never done it. You would have laughed at me."
"What don't you get, you freakish midget? I did laugh at you. I only kissed you because you wouldn't shut the hell up! But you're right, I wouldn't have if I knew you were going to sing a damn song about it!"
"Now let's be reasonable, I did not embarrass you, Quinn. Nobody knew who I was singing about, I left the other name anonymous," Rachel defended.
"Right, okay. How would feel if I made the entire cheerleaders do a whole routine about me kissing girls? And performed it at homecoming? You'd probably want to go hide in your room and cry...but that isn't anything unusual, I guess," Quinn's temper was really heating up.
Rachel looked a bit hurt from the last comment and seemed to back down, "Okay, Quinn. I'm really sorry. I should have asked you first. It just seemed the perfect song, and I wanted to impress the rest of the club with something else rather than my flawless singing voice. People tend to think I'm a little miss Virgin Mary, so if they saw I did something rebellious maybe they'd let me have a little more credit on the social scale. I'm sorry."
Quinn realized maybe she did go a little too hard on the poor girl. But backing down now would make it seem like Quinn cared. At that moment, Quinn decided she didn't care about anything. The song, the kiss, or whatever else stupid Rachel Berry did. Or at least, she'd pretend not too. "Yeah, well whatever. Just don't ever mention it again. And if you ever feel the need to have a broadway moment about some make out session, save it for your bedroom." And with that Quinn walked away, not looking back at Rachel Berry.
But before she was gone, she heard her call out, "I was being serious about exploring possibilities too, Quinn! I wasn't trying to use you!" But Quinn just pretended like she didn't hear her.
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The next day Quinn walked into the high school. It was Friday, and she was excited to start a weekend free of Rachel Berry. She opened her locker, but she couldn't get to her books because of a damn fruit basket in the way. She ripped the basket out of her locker. There was a bumblebee card. 'Sorry' it said. She looked inside the fruit basket, which was just filled with berries. She promptly went to the nearest trash can and threw it away.
"What's wrong with the berries?" She didn't even have to look up. Santana had witnessed it.
"Shut up," Quinn said, and walked to get her books out of her locker.
"When are you going to talk to me about this?" Santana asked as she followed her to her locker.
"Never! There's nothing to talk about!" Quinn told her.
"Mhm," there was that stupid smirk again, "Anyway. Puck's having a party tonight. Are you going?"
Quinn wasn't sure how to answer this. She was really just kind of excited to be happily alone in her room. There was some things people didn't know about the head Cheerio, and her being a total loser on the weekends was one of the sing unknown to many people. "Who's all going?" she asked.
"Puck said he didn't want to have it so big. So he just invited the Glee club because he knows most of the people in the club don't talk to anybody else, so there'd be no party crashers," Santana told her.
That'd mean Rachel would be there, the one girl she didn't want to even think about for an entire weekend. "I think I'll pass."
"What? You afraid Rachel's gonna get the best of you again?" Santana smirked.
"No! I just don't want to go to a lame party with a bunch of glee losers!" Quinn was rapidly ripping her books out of her locker.
"Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night."
The smirk did her in. She wanted to prove to Santana that she didn't give a rat's ass about Rachel or the kiss she walked in on, "Fine! I'll go to the stupid party!" Santana smiled while Quinn walked away to her first period
…
At 8:01 Quinn pulled her red Volkswagen Bug onto the side street of Puck's house. By the number of cars at the house, it looked like other Glee members had already arrived. Quinn took a deep breath, preparing herself for walking into the door. She really wasn't in the mood to deal with a bunch of drunk losers, and most of all a Rachel Berry who had sent her a damn fruit basket this morning.
As soon as she walked into the door, Artie shoved a drink into her hand, well, leg, but she still got the picture and took the drink. She really hadn't planned on drinking tonight because she fully intended on going home, but she didn't think one drink would do any harm.
"Looks like you showed up, bitch," Santana said, "Just in time too, we're about to play some pong."
"I'll pass, I don't really want to drink tonight," Quinn said.
"C'mon. You know you're amazing at pong. You won't have to drink very much," Santana urged, "You can be on my team. If I'm with Brittney, I'll be white girl wasted in an hour," She whispered the last part.
Reluctantly, Quinn agreed. Somehow, which Quinn figured to be Santana's doing, they were playing against Finn and Rachel first. But she wasn't going to show Santana that she cared. Besides, Finn was an absolute mess when he tried to play beer pong, and although she never saw Rachel play she assumed that some gleek loser wouldn't be very good at the game.
"Okay, Finn. All we have to do is aim," Rachel instructed Finn.
"Don't worry, I got this baby," he told her as he through the ball...and missed, "I'm just warming up, don't worry."
Quinn grabbed the ball and made the first shot into one of the glasses, "Drink up, Berry and Hudson." The both took a drink.
This time, Rachel took the ball. She carefully brought it up to her eye and kept lining it up with a cup. The whole theatrical performance was taking longer than Quinn had patience for, "Throw the damn ball!" she said. With that she threw the ball and it landed squarely into one of the glasses. She smiled and Quinn took a drink.
10 minutes later, Rachel hadn't missed a shot and was making up for Finn's drunk ass that couldn't even order a hot dog right now. "Lissssssssssssten," Finn slurred, "I'm realllllllllllllly good at this game. I'mmmmm just warming upp!" Quinn smirked, Finn always was a light weight, and Quinn was making a lot of shots. Rachel handled her aclcohol better, which was probably embarrassing for Finn. On the other hand, since Rachel was playing a flawless game so far, Quinn was started to feel the potent liquid take effect, but she wasn't about to let Rachel have any satisfaction.
30 minutes later, they had played another round of beer pong and Rachel still had a flawless round. Quinn wasn't able to stop the alcohol anymore. She was drunk.
"You fucking suck!" Santana told her, who was also pretty drunk, "I'd would have been better off playing with Brittney!"
"Shut the hell up Santna..." Quinn started, but then she stopped to over hear the conversation drunk Finn was trying to have with his girlfriend.
"Juuuuustttt oneeee kissss, for me!" he pleaded.
"Not right now, Finn," Rachel tried to refuse.
"C'mon! Just oneeee! It'll be fun!" He tried put her arm around her, but Rachel took it off.
"Finn, you are not under the right influences right now, so I will not old it against you in the morning that you are being a needy drunk."
Finn gave a goofy smile, "Rachel! Don't bee such a prudddddddeee! Puck said we coulllld use his parentssss room!" he tried to wink, but it turned out to be a disastrous, unattractive view.
"No, Finn! Stop! I'm going to the bathroom, go find something else to do, other than harass me," Rachel got up and went upstairs to the bathroom. Maybe it was just Quinn's drunken thoughts, but it seemed as if Rachel was really annoyed with Finn. Maybe it was that stupid kiss. That stupid kiss that Rachel said meant nothing. That was the best damn kiss she had ever given anybody, and stupid Rachel Berry said it meant nothing. In her drunken state of mind, Quinn decided the best course of action was to follow Rachel into the bathroom.
She swung the closed door open, "Rachel!"
Rachel was looking in the mirror and fixing her hair, she jumped, "Quinn, could you please knock next time?"
Quinn ignored her, "You sent me a damn fruit basket!"
"I did...I was really sorry," Rachel said.
"A fruit basket!" Quinn repeated, "You think that made up for it?"
"Uh, no...but I did feel bad. You seemed really upset about the..." Quinn cut her off.
"Of course I was upset! I gave you the best damn kiss and you told Santana it was 'just a scientific experiment!" she used air quotes for that part.
"I was going to say the song choice..." Rachel whispered. It was obvious that she did not expect a drunk Quinn to come barging into the bathroom and confess to her that she was hurt that she said the kiss didn't mean anything. "Can we not talk about this now?" Rachel asked.
"Oh, so you just want to let me down lightly!?" Quinn said angrily.
"No, Quinn. I just really don't think this particular time is the best time to discuss this," Rachel said, leading her out of the bathroom and sitting her down on the living room couch.
"Why not!? Are you afraid?" Quinn asked and Rachel realized she wasn't even making very much sense anymore.
"No, Quinn. It's just you've had a bit to drink, and I know that you're an angry drunk. Honestly, I don't think you want to talk about this right now, but your drunk self is telling you too. If you still want to talk about it tomorrow, I will be happy to proceed in that conversation. As for right now though, let's go back downstairs and enjoy the party and not worry about my science experiment," Something about Rachel's spirits seemed to be down. If Quinn wasn't so drunk, she would have realized that Rachel wasn't being her usual annoying self. She was actually calm for once. It seemed as if all her positive (and slightly annoying energy) was spent somewhere else today. But to Quinn, it just felt like Rachel was being a major bitch so she stormed down the stairs without Rachel. Rachel sat on the couch for a moment before getting up and following her downstairs.
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I kiss a Girl - Katy Perry
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