"So. Who is that guy?"
Rachel had her arms crossed, her stance defiant. Quinn had the decency to look sheepish. After all, she had just been the reason Rachel was near starving in her room, afraid to come out and risk seeing the blonde doing unspeakable things.
"He's a friend," Quinn shrugged, seemingly unsure of how to explain herself.
"A friend?" Rachel scoffed, "you sure did seem quite friendly."
Contrary to popular belief, Rachel wasn't a prude. She just didn't want to be faced with other peoples' sex life, because it forced her to face her own lack of such. Not that she was complaining, she actually felt a sense of quiet accomplishment in having kept something so special to her safe for so long. Yes, she was a virgin. Yes, she was waiting for the right person. She doesn't judge Quinn for getting some, she's really just upset she had to go and get it on her couch.
"Well, I mean, it really didn't mean anything," Quinn shrugs, sipping from the coffee cup in her hand, "it's not like we're going to start dating or something."
"Good, he doesn't seem like the kind of guy someone would want to date," Rachel chuckles dryly.
"I'm sorry, okay?" Quinn sighs, her face showing signs of regrets, which does calm Rachel down a tad, "he was in a mood today. It was angry sex. We really are just friends. But seriously, did you see the guy? Don't tell me you wouldn't tap that."
"I guess he was attractive when he didn't speak," Rachel blushes, looking to the ground, before turning serious once more, "is he going to come around again?"
"Probably," Quinn says, "he really is a good guy. He's just a little… intense."
"Mhm," Rachel snorts with laughter, "if he really is going to be around more often, at least teach him some manners. And, I would like if you guys went to his place whenever you do… you know what."
"Deal."
Kurt finally comes home, and when Quinn tells them she's going out, Rachel jumps at the chance to tell him all about what she's been through that day.
"I'm telling you Kurt! He was all up on her, like an animal," she shakes her head in disgust, "if I had walked in a few minutes later I'm sure I'd have seen some of his anatomy that I don't ever want to see! Why, I already have! He was in our kitchen Kurt, nearly naked!"
Kurt is laughing, and Rachel is slightly offended that he finds her suffering so humorous. She truly considers herself to have been traumatized.
"Good lord Rachel, it's just a penis," Kurt laughs, gasping for air. He's clutching his stomach and laughs even harder when he sees the look of disgrace on Rachel's face.
"Just a penis Kurt? Really?" she bites, "I really have no desire to see any parts of that sleazebag. And his behavior! God Kurt, he was so damn rude!"
Kurt is clearly taken back by her use of something akin to profanity, and it makes him sober up slightly. He wipes a tear from beneath his eye and stifles a grin. He sums up the most serious expression he can manage in the situation – which is pretty much a half-smile and a very uncomfortable eye twitch.
"Oh come on Rachel, any guy would be rude if you interrupted them in getting their groove on," Kurt tries to reason with her, but backs down upon seeing the offended expression on her face, "maybe he'll be okay if you see him under different circumstances. Like, if he hangs out with all of us. I mean, if he's Quinn's friend, maybe he could be our friend too. Lord knows we need to make some friends in this city."
"I guess you're right," Rachel sighs, and stomps her foot in anger, "damn it. I'll ask Quinn to ask him over for a movie night."
"There you go, great progress," Kurt grins, shooting her a thumbs up.
Rachel has no idea when Quinn comes home that night. She just knows that when she gets up at 6 to prepare for school, she finds that Quinn is passed out on the couch, wearing the same clothes she had left in the night before. Rachel shook her head disapprovingly. She had probably been out with Jesse. That's when she noticed that Quinn's shirt was on inside out. Yep, she'd definitely been out with Jesse. She scoffed. "Friends".
She made an extra cup of coffee for the blonde, well aware that she too, would be going to NYADA for the first time that day. Kurt was in the bathroom, trying to get his hair just perfect. After all, he was newly single, and first impressions were everything. And lord knows the boy needed to get some. He was still hung up on Blaine, although he would never admit it. Blaine was his first love, and those were hard to get over. Not that Rachel would know. She was pretty sure she had yet to experience hers. Sure, she had liked Finn, but the boy had always lacked something. And their relationship had never quite been ideal. Truth be told, he just didn't get her.
The coffee machine beeped to indicate it was finished, and Rachel grabbed both cups before heading to the couch. Quinn stirred in her sleep, and turned so her face was facing the TV. Her lipstick was smeared, and her hair tousled. For her sake, Rachel hoped she hadn't gotten any makeup on Kurt's beloved couch. God knows the boy would kill her if she had. She sat down on the edge of their coffee table, placing one of the cups down beside her. She gave the blonde a gentle shove.
"Hey, Quinn," she said softly, "wake up."
Quinn merely groans in response, slapping Rachel's hand away. Rachel chuckles.
"It's our first day Quinn, show some enthusiasm," she encourages the blonde, once more giving her shoulder a gentle push.
"God, Berry, just leave me to wail in my misery," Quinn cries out, covering her face with a nearby throw pillow.
"Not going to happen Fabray," Rachel clicks her tongue, grabbing the pillow from Quinn, "you're going to get up, and you're going to get ready. Unless you want me to have Kurt sing showtunes at you until you get your butt off the couch."
"Jesus, the years have made you mean," Quinn grumbles, scooting a bit so she can get into a sitting position. Her eyes are bloodshot and her face is pale. She's obviously hungover.
"That reminds me," Rachel says, fidgeting with the hem of her sweater, "Kurt and I agreed that if Jesse is going to be your friend, maybe he could be ours to. So why don't you invite him over to watch some movies with us tonight?"
"Really?" Quinn raises her brow, and Rachel nods, "alright, I'll text him. I bet you he'll say no though."
"It's worth a try," Rachel shrugs. She's not sure if she even wants him to say yes.
Quinn digs her phone out from a pocket that Rachel can't seem to locate, and she starts typing away. A few seconds later her phone vibrates in her hand, and the Kim Possible text-message alert rings through the room. Rachel stifles a laugh at Quinn's pointed look. She doesn't comment though - she knows better than that. Quinn laughs and shoves the phone in Rachel's face, allowing her to read Jesse's response.
J: Movie night with you and that brunette chick? Are you trying to lure me into a threesome?
Rachel gasps, and shoves the phone back at Quinn. She is outraged. The nerve of this guy. How dare he think something so vulgar about her, of all people? Who gave him the right? No one, that's who. Now she knows for sure that she wants him to say no. She really regrets letting Kurt even talk her into this. Quinn shoots a text back to Jesse, and when he responds again, she shows her phone to Rachel once more.
J: Well, if you say so. As long as we're not going to watch something stupid like Funny Girl or Moulin Rouge.
That definitely doesn't help the situation. But it is an agreement to come watch movies with them, and it is far too late to take back her invitation now. She's not sure if she's ever regretted something so much. And that's saying a lot. Lord knows she'd happily live the rest of her life without seeing that guy again.
Quinn finally gets up without a complaint, and digs out some clothes from her suitcase. She throws Kurt out of the bathroom so she can shower and change, and he spits profanities after her, as he goes to finish up by his bedroom mirror. Why he couldn't do that in the first place is beyond her, but that's Kurt. Always one to be impractical.
Her excitement to be going to her first classes is enough to push away the dread of having to spend the entire night with Jesse. At least he doesn't go to NYADA, right?
