Rachel pulled the car into the parking lot of the auto-shop, and walked inside. The place smelled of motor oil, and coffee. There was a window with a small opening that lead into an office. She looked inside, and saw a woman with blonde hair staring at the computer, while talking on the phone. The woman looked up at Rachel and smiled, Rachel gave a quick smile back, before the woman hung up the phone and opened the door.
"Hey there, what can I help you with?" The blonde asked, Rachel read her name tag, it said Quinn
"Yeah, I just came to get the car inspected, and get an oil change." Rachel told her.
"Alright, just hand over the keys, and we'll get it in the garage." Quinn told her, "Is this your first time coming here?"
"Well my husband has been here before, but I haven't. Why do you ask?"
"If the car has been here before, we have it in the system, and don't have to fill out as much paper work."
"Oh, well it is the same car."
"Sweet, this shouldn't take long, we're pretty slow today. What's your name by the way?" Quinn asked.
"Rachel Berry."
"I'm Quinn." The two shook hands, and Quinn walked out to get Rachel's car. Man that Blonde is fucking hot. Rachel thought to herself, Wait what am I saying? I'm married. I meant hot as in I think she's hot, not as in I want to fuck her. But that's how you meant it. A voice in her head argued. Come on don't try to pretend like you are enjoying sex with Finn anymore. Rachel tried to shut the voice out, but it rambled on, You fucking stare at the ceiling hoping it he'll finish. You make fake moans, and when was the last time you orgasmed when he was up on top? It almost hurts when you guys fuck. You might as well get a divorce and marry your vibrator.
Quinn pulled the car into the garage, and Puck looked up some what happy to see the third car of the day finally pull in.
"It just needs an inspection, and an oil change." Quinn told him.
"Who's the babe in there." Puck asked, there was a window from the waiting area into the garage, where he could see Rachel.
"Her name's Rachel Berry." Quinn told him.
"Damn." He said raising the platform, to look under the car.
"I know, I'm pretty sure we both want to have a slice of that "berry" pie." Quinn laughed.
"Fuck, a slice? I want the whole thing." Puck said.
"Yeah, well, fat chance of that happening. She's married."
"That hasn't stopped either one of us before."
"Okay, last time you had sex with a married man's wife, he almost burned down our apartment."
"And we won the law suite, that paid off the rest of mortgage on this shop. So I'll take that as a happy ending." Quinn just rolled her eyes at him, Puck continued on "It wouldn't have been that bad, but they had a pretty good marriage before I stepped in."
"And Rachel, probably has a pretty good one too."
"What if she didn't have a good marriage? Then would you fuck her?" Puck asked.
"Would you?" Quinn shot back.
"I asked you first. I mean, think about it. She's an unhappy housewife, just looking for a little excitement in her life. Hell the whole thing, might bring her out of that sad sack suburban life, and she might start giving her husband blow jobs in the shower again. Like she did back on their honeymoon, which is now a distant-"
"Shut the fuck up." Quinn interrupted.
"What? I'm just making shit up." Puck said.
"Yeah for a Nicholas Sparks novel."
"So would you fuck her or not?" Puck asked again.
"You mean if her relationship was bad?" Quinn asked.
"Yes! If the relationship was almost as dead, as her car battery is." He said checking the charge on Rachel's car.
"Probably."
"Probably? Probably means yes."
"It means Probably."
"What it really means, is that you need to go out there and start talking to her. Probably means, I'm already considering it, and have been for 10 minutes." Puck gave a huge smirk, he knew he was right. Quinn was giving him the look, of Alright, shut up, I know, you're a huge fucking genius.
"Okay, well just take a little bit of extra time. You know, maybe do some stuff that isn't necessary."
"Way ahead of you." Puck laughed, Quinn walked back into the other room. Rachel was in there reading a fishing magazine. I can't believe the only thing the have to read is fishing magazines. She thought flipping through the pages, staring at catfish the size of her torso.
"Well it looks like the car is going to take a little bit longer than expected." Quinn told her.
"Oh no, it isn't anything serious is it?"
"Well, first of all, you need a new battery. Second, I think Puck said, he heard a funny noise coming from the engine. Don't worry though, it's probably something that just got loose, or something small that needs to be replaced."
"So how much longer is this going to take?" Rachel asked.
"Maybe an hour more, if that."
"I don't really want to wait around that long. Is there any chance, I could come back later?"
"Let us at least change your battery, as well. That won't take very long."
"Fine." There was a moment of silence between the two. Quinn sat down and picked up a magazine.
"Shouldn't you be out there helping him?" Rachel asked.
"Eh... There's another person who works here, who's coming back from their break pretty soon." Quinn said, turning a page.
"So, how long have you been married?" Quinn asked.
"Eight years. I got married right out of high school. Are you married?"
"No, I'm engaged to the guy working out there."
"Have you set a date?" Rachel asked.
"No. We're not really looking at that stuff, we're probably just going to get married at some random point. Just wake up one day, and say 'fuck it, let's get married'."
"Sounds like you live a pretty exciting life." Rachel said.
"Well working on cars every day, isn't that exciting."
"No, I mean, it sounds like you live spontaneously. And you enjoy the life you have."
"It's pretty good. So how is married life? I mean, I am going to get there one day." Rachel took a moment to answer. She wanted to say that married life, was wonderful, and all the other usual garbage, but she felt like she would have been lying. There was something about Quinn, something that made herself imagine the two of them running off together. She felt herself tingling below the legs, she wanted Quinn put her hand there. She wanted to kiss her, to run her fingers through her blonde hair.
"Married life, is alright." Rachel finally answered. "I mean, sometimes I wish I had gone to college, and could get out of the house more. Sometimes I wish, I had seen other people before I-" She stopped herself. What was she saying? Why was she telling Quinn all of this?
"Before you what?" Quinn asked.
"I'm sorry." Rachel said, "I've never told anyone, how I wasn't completely satisfied with my life. You wake up one day, and realize, holy shit, I'm going to be doing this for the rest of my life. I'm going to clean house, make meals, run errands, and do other boring shit." The words were flowing out, flowing out like the way her panties were now soaking wet. She wanted to grab Quinn and kiss her. I want to fuck this woman, and I've been only talking to her for 30 minutes! We just met! Rachel screamed inside her head.
"You could possibly go back to school. I mean you're life is still beginning. Why not go out and try something new?" Quinn could tell Rachel was wanting to tear her clothes off. The way she was sitting screamed come n' get me, but she kept her composure. "Why don't you meet up with me sometime? Have a girls night? I know you probably hang out with some other women, but this could be a chance to do something different."
"Yeah, that sounds like fun." Rachel said.
"Here's my number." Quinn reached over to the pile of business cards sitting next to the desk. "Well I'm going to go check on things." Quinn walked back out, smiling as she shut the door behind her. Puck grinned when he saw Quinn's face. Rachel hid her smile in one of the fishing magazines.
