AN: Wow, 5 reviews overnight? I don't think I've ever gotten this much response on a story overnight! Silent lurkers, keep on reviewing, for real! I'm very sorry for you, minako366, because this is a flashback of 3000 words or more... This will be the longest chapter of the whole story, twice as long as the last one, because this has one huge, huge flashback in it. But I hope you all still like it. All mistakes are mine, the song is called Stay Out by Hit the Lights, and they really are from Lima. Oh, and all the Lima-bashing from the last chapter? You bet it's all true. Now, enjoy Rachel's bad side, enjoy the chapter, and do not forget to click that pretty little 'review this story' button if you like, dislike, anything really. Hope you like it!

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It wasn't a date. Rachel wasn't stupid, she knew it wasn't. But it was an… an opportunity, let's call it that. Last week, she'd kissed Quinn, and it was pretty much completely out of the blue for both of them. But that had been such a strange moment. And now, Quinn had told her to come here, because she wanted to show Rachel something. Rachel shuddered at the words.

"Rachel! Over here!"

She looked up so fast that her neck hurt, to see blonde hair shimmering in the streetlight. Quinn walked towards her, in a long, white coat. The coat only revealed legs and shoes, which meant that the dress or skirt that she was wearing had to be pretty short. Wait. Mind. Out. Of. The. Gutter. Not a date. An opportunity. Get to know the girl. When she trusted herself sufficiently, she looked up at Quinn, who was now standing in front of her.

"So, you can cut out the mystery, I came, didn't I? What are we going to see?"

"You're an impatient, curious thing, aren't you?" Quinn said teasingly. She started walking. They kept walking a while, but then Quinn scraped her throat, before saying:

"We're going to see a band. As you… discovered, last week, I have a quiet love for rock and punk rock music. One of the many sides of me that you didn't know about. Now, this is a punk band from Lima, who made it in New York. They're not huge or anything, but someone who likes the scene knows them. And tonight they're back in their home town, where they started their career. And we're going."

"Alright, what are they called?"
"Hit The Lights. I think they're awesome."

"Never heard of, but to be fair, I have never taken up an interested for rock, hard rock of punk rock. Quietly or otherwise."

"That doesn't matter, as long as you keep your mind open."

"I will try," Rachel said. She opened her coat, which showed a bright dress, dark blue. Even though it wasn't a date, she still wanted to look amazing, and she'd really tried this time to look her very best. She was pretty confident that it had worked. Judging by Quinn's approving "Hm," before it was quickly masked by a cough, Quinn agreed with her, too.

They walked in, and Quinn undid her coat, to reveal a dress that was red like her Cheerio's uniform. Which was smart, because there was no Cheerio that looked better in that colour than Quinn. It showed less cleavage than Rachel's, but more leg. It would be like a belt if it stopped any shorter, probably. Rachel also coughed, to keep some other sound from escaping.

"You look very nice, Rachel."
"So do you," she quickly but earnestly replied.

They found a spot, and Quinn disappeared for a split second, before turning back up with 2 beers in her hand.

"Where did you get that? That's not legal!"

"Come on. We're at a rock show, if you hadn't yet realized. If there is one time to drink, it's now."

"I don't drink."

Quinn set both of the beers down on a table, before facing Rachel seriously.

"Listen, Rachel. I told you that there's a lot of stuff that you don't know about me, and I know that that's also so the other way around. Now, I would like to uncover one part of that. I know that somewhere, deep, deep down there's a part of you that just wants to let go and can release all that control and stuff, and just have fun and be in the moment. Uncover her, because that's the part of you that I am aiming for this particular night. So, drink."

Release control. Just have fun. Be in the moment. Be the teenager that you are. Deep inside. Normal. Let go. Dance at a rock show. Like there's no tomorrow. DRINK!

Rachel grabbed one of the beers and took a large sip. The bitter taste was unfamiliar to her, but she had heard before that you have to learn to like beer. She wasn't ever planning on liking it, until now.

She also thought that would go for the music, but that was surprisingly easy to like. It took her a total of 3 songs to get into the state of mind corresponding with the rest of the crowd, and 3 beers to get into the same state of inebriation. Quinn laughed.

"Lightweight."

Rachel's smile shined back at her through the dimmed lights, showing one thumb up, and one hand with her 4th beer. Quinn smiled. Definitely a good idea.

It was Rachel's first time at a rock concert, and it wasn't like anything she had seen before. To her surprise, Quinn seemed to be right at home, in sync with the crowd, and she caught herself being jealous. This led to a few more alcoholic beverages. And that? That led to the impossible. Rachel, rocking out to songs that she had never heard, dancing, relishing the fact that her mind was blurred and her thoughts were clouded. The random yells, screams, erratic moves and the things that came out of her mouth, nobody had ever seen her like this.

Quinn looked at her with a smile. She had really been wanting to see Rachel just totally losing it, and she was pretty sure that she'd never get a chance like this ever again. She made a deal with herself, to protect Rachel from harm, all too big mistakes like walking under a car, and Youtube video's that would destroy her career later.

But when Rachel tumbled against her, she was forced to get very, very close to the girl in order to keep her up and keep her from harming herself, and it was then that she realized she had underestimated her own drinking. She wasn't quite the lightweight that Rachel was, and when she did drink, she managed to keep some kind of reasonable edge, usually. But the physical contact, the rush of Rachel's scent mixed with beer and sweat and smoke and the general smell of a rock concert, they brought the very worst of her, in her inebriated state.

There was one song that Rachel particularly liked. Stay Out, Quinn's favourite from the album. She sung the chorus along the third time it came around, somehow still managing to sing on key, of course. Nothing could ever get Rachel so inebriated to sing off key, probably not even death itself. So Rachel sung along. And the look that she gave Quinn, gave Quinn a preview of how this night would go.

"And we'll stay out all night
'Cause rest is for the dead
So we won't stop, no we won't stop
Raise your glass high
And let's throw out a toast to the road, where ever we go
We'll hold friends close and never want to go home"

Afterwards, they walked through the abandoned streets of Lima. Quinn wasn't sure how late it was, but the concert had started at 10, and it seemed like forever ago. Rachel danced through the streets, like a creature, not from earth but an angel. Like the lead in a romantic movie, because her natural grace couldn't completely be undone by the alcohol. Quinn walked behind her, hands in the pockets of her coats. A smile was on her face, watching Rachel, but the wheels in her mind were turning.

Quinn actually had a plan, because Quinn Fabray was excellent at plotting and scheming. Rachel was desperately, inappropriately honest about some things. But she had been avoiding Quinn ever since… that kiss, last week. Which made Quinn believe that lucid, clear-minded Rachel would never, ever be honest with her. Which led to this. She couldn't believe it had actually worked, and felt a strange exhilaration, knowing that she was the first one to break through Rachel's pure exterior, yet at the same time feeling like the devil in person for ruining Rachel's innocence, corrupting her.

Quinn stopped dead in her tracks, and Rachel, several feet away, seemed to sense it, and stopped as well, before turning around. She was standing directly under the streetlight, which shined upon her like it was a spotlight. Quinn took 2 steps toward her, and she remained still.

"Rachel, why did you kiss me?"

Rachel looked away, bashful, even now still reluctant to tell the truth. But Quinn's plan had worked, as Quinn's plans usually did, because the truth did come out.

"Because I wanted to."

So simple, of course. Quinn stepped closer, so they could talk without the whole neighbourhood hearing them. There was no physical contact of any sorts, but at least they were sharing the spotlight now.

"Why did you want to?"

"You looked so great on there… and just to see you, acting so differently, I don't know, it just came over me. I've liked you for a while now… but not in that way! I mean, I think not. I hope not. Like a friend, and I respect you more, now that you're more than just the most beautiful girl in school— Just like friends. I think. I hope. Please forget I said that."

"Why did you avoid me? Did you regret it?"

"Yes, it was a moment of weakness, I never should have done it. It was ridiculous, stupid."

"But you said yes to tonight. Why?"

"I was curious. I still like you. I mean, friend. You know. I think. I hope. Ugh, never mind. I said yes because I was really curious about what you wanted to do after… that thing we shared, and because I do want to get to know you more. I want to know everything about you."

"Did you think it was a date?"

"No, I tried to keep that train of thought far away… I wish it were."

She clammed her hands over her mouth.

"Forget I said that!"

Quinn smiled widely.

"It was. I think you have the right to know. It was a date. Think about it. I asked you out, you agreed, I made it a surprise, not telling you what was going on, we both dressed nice, probably fussed about what we were going to wear, because that is obviously a look that you spent time on, I bought you drinks, kept you safe when you were about to hurl yourself to that guy with the mohawk…"

No need to say that that was mostly because of an unexpected wave of jealousy.

"This was a date. And I had a great time."

Rachel's jaw had dropped somewhere midway through Quinn's story, and for a second she was speechless. However, this is Rachel Berry we're talking about.

"I knew it! Okay, so I didn't, but still. I had a great time, too. But…"

Her eyebrows furrowed for a second.

"If we both had a good time, it means that it was a good date. I have very little experience around dating, but when I look at the movies and just use the knowledge that I have picked up all around me, after a good date, there follows a kiss. So I get to kiss you again."

Quinn's skin went from even paler than usual due to the bright light to scarlet red in about 3 seconds. She hadn't expected Rachel's thoughts to jump in that direction. It was flattering, but Quinn was nervous. Quinn was really, really nervous. Her heart was jumping erratically, and it worsened when she saw a lustful glint in Rachel's eyes that was scarily unfamiliar to her.

Her plan proved itself definitely flawed. She mostly just wanted to go out with Rachel, see her act up, have a good time and then finally get Rachel to be honest and admit everything. Her thoughts really hadn't stopped at… kissing. Not really. She'd thought back to their previous kiss, but this wasn't something she had included in the night when she went over it in her head. Which, in hindsight, was pretty damn stupid of her.

Though, if she was being truthful with herself – and if there was one plus side to the drinks she'd had that night, it was that they forced her to be truthful with herself now – she had to admit that she wanted Rachel to kiss her again. Very, very badly. And it was a truth that she found having a hard time admitting, but not a hard time believing. It was easy to want to kiss Rachel. She just felt stupid that it was so unexpected, that it had caught her off guard like this.

"Are you alright? Quinn, I'm sorry, that was really inapprp… inapropiat… inprop…"

Rachel took a frustrated, deep breath.

"Inappropriate. It was stupid to assume… even think… I'm sorry. Of course we don't have to kiss."

She looked at Quinn earnestly, but saw that Quinn looked torn. The girl didn't know what she wanted, or perhaps was afraid to come and get it. Normally, Rachel would have backed off, and leave her be. But not tonight, with her inhibitions gone, released by alcohol, she stepped closer to Quinn, and put a hand against the other girl's cheek. The blonde leaned into her, and Rachel sung to her, putting meaning in every word."And we'll stay out all night
'Cause rest is for the dead
So we won't stop, no we won't stop
Raise your glass high
And let's throw out a toast to the road, where ever we go
We'll hold friends close and never want to go home"

"Do it," Quinn whispered hoarsely, in a voice that sent a shiver down Rachel's spine, despite the pleasant temperature of the humid night.

Rachel smiled, and it had a slightly evil glint in it.

"Do what exactly, Quinn? What do you want?"

"You. Kiss. Me. Please, kiss me, now."

Rachel stood there for 7 seconds, dead silent, and those were without a doubt the 7 longest seconds of Quinn's life. Rejection and denial were tugging at the edges of her heart, and now she remembered why she never put herself in a position that would make her so vulnerable. An easy target. A sitting duck, so to speak.

Then Rachel stepped forward, and in a flash of movement faster than a breath, pulled Quinn down and kissed her soundly. If that kiss was anything, it was passionate. Rachel clung to Quinn like she was trying to bring the blonde as close as physically possible. Or probably, impossible. Quinn whimpered and Rachel let out a groan in return, pushing Quinn back, out of the spotlight, until they stumbled to the ground together.

Laughter bubbled up in Rachel, but it never escaped because Quinn's mouth had latched onto hers again. Rachel rolled them over, only now realizing they were still on the road, where in the daylight, cars drove. But not now, and Rachel really couldn't bring herself to care that they were in plain sight. Instead, she enjoyed the feeling of Quinn's hands on her, as one hand secured itself in her hair and one hand really didn't seem to know which part of Rachel it wanted to touch first.

Rachel moved her mouth to Quinn's neck, sucking, licking, biting gently, while Quinn was panting beneath her. Her hands moved over Quinn's body, at first avoiding Quinn's chest, but later softly kneading Quinn's breast through the soft fabric of her dress. Quinn's hand pulled her closer again, and when her mouth met soft lips, the soft lips opened a little, invitingly, and Rachel's tongue went to explore Quinn's mouth diligently.

The kiss got dangerously heated, but clouded minds have trouble drawing lines, so they both continued. It was like each time when Rachel thought the line might be drawn, another layer of passion was laid upon the previous one, and the desire became even more intense than it was before. Feral want and need became all Rachel knew, the centre of that want and that need Quinn. And every time she pressed closer to Quinn, Quinn pressed closer to her too. Having a respondent partner like that really didn't help her self-control.

Then, at one point, it had to stop. Rachel's leg had somehow made it's way between Quinn's, and when it pushed upwards, it felt extremely good to Quinn. So good, that it made her moan. When that sound left her mouth, she retrieved her common sense, pushed Rachel off of her and scrambled away, knowing that it wasn't smart to be close to the brunette right now.

"Time out!"

Both said there, panting, on the road, for who knows how long, until Quinn spoke in a way that probably nobody had ever heard her speak.

"Wow," Quinn finally said. "What the fuck? Jesus, Rachel, where the hell did that come from?"Sorry Jesus, Quinn thought to herself.

"I… I don't know. I'm sorry, I didn't expect… I don't know what just happened. It was like I had no self-control of any sorts. This is so bad, I mean, you're Quinn Fabray! Oh my God, I violated the president of the celibacy club! I shouldn't have just…"

Rachel seemed to have trouble with words, her face flushed, hair mussed, probably matching Quinn's look. Quinn felt like the desire coming back the instant she took in Rachel, and cursed under her breath. It felt like it was a switch in her mind, wanting Rachel like that, and now that she'd found the switch once, it was impossible to go back. She knew it was bad, but she'd never been more turned on ever, and her mind was seriously contemplating just picking up where they'd left off. Time to stop.

"Okay. Rachel, we're not going to have sex."

Rachel pouted, and Quinn added:

"Not tonight, at least. We are going on a date again, this time both knowing that it's a date, and if after 3 dates we both still feel good about each other, we'll talk and see where it goes from there. I know you don't like it, and I kind of don't like it either right now, but it's the smart thing to do. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes," Rachel said, reluctantly. "I know you're right. So… no sex tonight?"

"Not tonight. But maybe, after 3 dates, if we still feel the same…"

"Deal."

There was a lull in the conversation while both girls regained their heart rate and breathing pattern, before Rachel asked:

"Can we at least make out some more?"
Quinn laughed, before honestly replying:

"I'm not sure if that's the smart thing to do. Do you really think we should try to test our self -control like that?"

"Maybe not."

"Maybe tomorrow, if you still like me without the alcohol."

"Of course I will. But you do look really, really hot tonight."

"Please don't say these things, or we'll end up right where we left off."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Rachel said teasingly, and Quinn felt the rush of temptation once more, but reason got in the way.

"Right now, it maybe is. This is not the right way to go. I had no idea you were so…"

"Horny?"

Quinn blushed. "Well, yeah. You said it!"

"Yes. Sorry about that, my sincere apologies, once again. I can only say that I am a teenager, and thus have hormones. And they're really acting up right now, no thanks to you or your skimpy dress, I might add."

"It's alright. You really are a lightweight, aren't you? You are so wasted!"

"I refuse that… I re… I resent that accution. Accation. Accusation. I am not drunk."

"You so are."

"Okay, fine, once again, no thanks to you. You're such a bad influence."

"How was I supposed to know that 3 beers was enough to get you totally wasted, ms. Lightweight?" Quinn teased.

"Stop calling me a lightweight! That's not nice!"

"I'm sorry, sweetie, but you kind of are."

Rachel looked like she was about to protest, but said:

"Did you just call me sweetie?"

"You are," Quinn said. She walked closer to Rachel, grabbed her hand, then stopped her. Rachel faced her, and Quinn grabbed her other hand. She kissed Rachel softly then, and said:

"You make me feel so alive right now."

She tightened her grip on Rachel's hands, hung back, and started turning on her heel, spinning herself and Rachel around, keeping them up just by their linked hands, faster and faster, round and round, just like a pair of kids…

Standing in front of the building, where she and Quinn had gone on their first date, although Rachel hadn't known about it until late in the evening, Rachel remembered what had happened after that. Her face scrunched up in disgust, remembering that in that perfect, playful moment, she'd felt a tug in her stomach. It was a combination of alcohol, spinning and liking Quinn so much that her stomach felt knotted, and as a result, it had caused Rachel to… puke. Not over Quinn, thankfully, but on the street. It was so humiliating. Quinn took her home after that, and had promised never to bring it up to anyone, ever. Until now, apparently.

"There she is. Well, finally. I have better things to do," she heard a familiar voice say.

"Kurt, Mercedes. What a lovely surprise. May I assume that Quinn has sent you here?"

"Yes. She didn't tell us that you would keep us waiting for so long, though."

"Well, why did you stay here then, in the first place?" Quinn must have gone through quite a lot of trouble, convincing all those teammates. Kurt grinned.

"Mercedes is black, I am gay, we make a culture. A big part of that is gossip. She promised us some dirt on the not-so perfect ms. Berry."

Rachel gasped. "What did she tell you?"

Mercedes tried to keep in her laughter, but failed as Kurt made a puking-gesture. Rachel blushed furiously, but decided not to get mad at them. It was Quinn she was after.

"Oh, and big mama? Breaking into kindergarten? Not what I expected out of you!" Mercedes was laughing almost hysterically now, Kurt still making puking gestures.

"Not you too! How did you find out?"

"I always keep my sources a secret. So, did you want to know what your blonde girl told us to tell you?"

"Yes, please. I would very much like to get out of here. This place never did care the best memories for me, and you just made it worse."

"Nobody can know this better than me, there are few things harder than coming out to your friends when you are a teenager. Leave here now, and go to that place where you told all your friends. Even I remember when that was."

"Are you sure? I mean…"

"We're sure. Come on, big mama! Quinn's not gonna wait for you forever!"

"Please don't tell anyone else, okay? Please? I know you like to gossip, but… just… keep this between yourselves? Please? These aren't exactly my proudest moments, and I wouldn't want any talent scout lost in Lima to skip me over just because of some teenage mistake like this…"

"Of course not, girl!" Mercedes quickly complied. However, Kurt said:

"I'm not giving any guarantees of any sorts. Now, hurry on, my little fashion disgrace. Chop, chop."

It sounded so diminishing, that Rachel actually did not know how to reply to that. So she just turned on her heel, and gave Kurt her very best diva walk-out, walking out of his sight, and to her next destination.