Quinn sat down on the bed, her eyes watching Rachel the whole time she went through another diva rant about how the song selections should be from the Broadway category. Quinn played with her own blonde hair, twirling it around her freshly manicured index finger, as Rachel kept on talking. Her eyes never left the brunette's full lips. Quinn felt a little dirty, and she didn't understand why she felt this way towards Rachel. But, Quinn liked feeling that she could be friendly with a girl, for real this time. She let Rachel keep on going, licking her pale pink lips.
"Quinn, are you even listening to a word I'm saying?" Quinn snapped out of her Rachel Berry induced trance, and nodded, faking a smile.
"Yes, I was. We should choose something from the Broadway category, as it suits your voice well. I, however," Quinn stood up, her skirt swishing around her knees. She felt a little bit like the head Cheerio again, with authority over the loser, "That maybe something classic, or old school. Maybe even a timeless pop song. That will surprise everyone more than a show tune. They'd be expecting you, at least, to pick something like 'For Good' from Wicked."
Rachel gave Quinn a look, one that made Quinn want to giggle and kiss her, or tell her off like the old Quinn would. So, this new, confused Quinn, instead, sighed. "I was listening to you. Somewhat." She amended, truthfully. Rachel looked surprised. This didn't seem like the Quinn who, the week before Regionals, told her to stay away from Finn, who was the biggest bitch in town.
"So," Rachel smoothed her skirt from underneath her, sitting down on the edge of Quinn's bed. She crossed her tan knees, placing her hands on them, daintily. "What song do you propose we do?"
Quinn walked over to get her iPod. She tossed the device to Rachel, who clumsily caught the device.
"I'm sure you know what will sound better with our voices. Take your pick."
Rachel's brown eyes widen with excitement. She started flipping through the songs, picking slow, sweet wanting numbers about love. Quinn shook her head, "On one condition, Rach- Berry."
Rachel looked up at the blonde. Quinn smirked, "The song has to be some form of sexy."
Quinn smirked a bit more at the sight of Rachel blushing. "How sexy?"
"One that means we can play a bit dirty. Not as dirty as the song Miss Holliday sang, if you'd prefer. It'd be a challenge for both of us. And a surprise for the rest of the group. Who'd think the two celibates would sing something so…" Quinn sat next to the bed, her voice dropping a bit. She was feeling a little flirty, bringing her head closer to Rachel, "Dirty?"
Rachel pulled away, unsure of how to feel, "You're right. It's time we give them something they won't expect. I'm assuming you already have a song in mind?"
Quinn nodded, grabbing her iPod, before clicking on the song she thought would make everyone regret hurting them. And, the one she could dress Rachel in something a little more sexy than those school girl skirts she wore.
Wait, did Quinn just think that?
"Perfect song choice." Rachel commented, before continuing her statement.
"No one is going to suspect we'd choose a song like this." Quinn nodded in agreement.
And I didn't suspect I'd be this happy being around Rachel Barbra Berry.
Rachel looked at her makeup, thick and heavy. Her eyes were lined with black liner, eyes heavily made. Her nails were shimmery silver, cracked with black, a new style she thought was both weird and cool. Her hair was pin straight, swishing sexily as she walked. Her stomach was shown through a black cropped top, which was slightly see through, revealing not only her flat stomach, not toned but flat, and a lacy bra. The shorts she sported were barely there, frayed at the hem. Rachel shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the ankle high boots she wore squeaking just a bit against the linoleum floor.
Quinn lightheartedly bumped her shoulder against Rachel, looking like a model in her sexy outfit. Her eyes were lined as well, not as heavily as Rachel's since Quinn's skin was so fair, though Quinn gave herself a smoky eye. Those pale lips were a dark, sexy red, brightening her naturally white teeth. She had on a short skirt that was dark gray. Her top was a thin tank in a dark plum, revealing Quinn's toned abs, and shoulder. Quinn's black bra was also visible through the thin material. Rachel's heart sped up as Mr. Schue looked at the outfit choice.
"You sure this was a good idea, Quinn?" Rachel asked, nervously, licking her lips. Quinn grinned, "He said to get out of our comfort zone. And stop licking you lips. Your lip gloss will come off."
Mr. Schue saw the exchange between the two girls. "Quinn, Rachel… have anything to say?"
Rachel nodded, blushing a bit, her cheeks going a rosy pink. "We'd like to go first Mr. Shue."
The two stood up. A wolf whistle came from Puck's direction. "Hot damn Baby Mama and my American Jewish Princess." Lauren thumped Puck in the back of the head. Finn squirmed in his seat. Rachel knew that he was thinking of the mailman.
"What up with the outfit. You both look like hookers… or something."
Rachel stiffened up a bit. "Just getting out of our comfort zone." She turned to the band, "Hit it."
The familiar beat to a pop song came in. Santana and Brittany clapped when they recognized it, grinning at one another from across the room. Rachel and Quinn struck the poses they had planned at the beginning. Hips swivels, fingers on lips, a few winks here and there.
"Think sexy," Rachel whispered to herself, before Quinn began singing, her hips pulsing in time with the beat.
You say that I'm messing with your head
(yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
All cause I was making out with your friend
(yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
Love hurts whether it's right or wrong
(yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
I can't stop cause I'm having too much fun
(yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
Rachel and Quinn did a bit of hairography, whipping their long hair back and forth to the beat, grinding a bit on one another. Nothing too major, but enough to catch the eye of a few keen observers. Mainly Santana and Finn.
You're on your knees
Begging please
Stay with me
But honestly
I just need to be a little crazy
Rachel stepped in front, taking the lead for the chorus. She swung her hips, and played it a little cutesy school girl at the begging, per Quinn's instructions. She kicked it up to full blown sexy by the end, her shoulder shimmying and looking straight at Quinn at one point, letting her eyes drink in the girl who was rocking the song behind her.
All my life I've been good, but now
I'm thinking 'What the hell?'
All I want is to mess around
and I don't really care about
If you love me, if you hate me
You can't save me, baby, baby
All my life I've been good, but now
Whoa...
What the hell?
They started for the ending, going up to the boys and girls of Glee, blowing kisses, sitting on laps, and running hand through their hair. Rachel and Quinn shared one another looks throughout the whole thing, and Rachel felt herself blushing a bit more when Quinn winked in Rachel's direction.
Lalalala la la, whoa whoa
Lalalala la la, whoa whoa
You say that I'm messing with your head
Boy, I like messing in your bed
(Lalalala la la, whoa whoa)
Yeah, I am messing with your head when
I'm messing with you in bed
(Lalalala la la, whoa whoa)
They pulled apart from the group, and began to dance in sync. Rachel and Quinn grinned, pivoting around one another.
All my life I've been good, but now
I'm thinking 'What the hell?'
All I want is to mess around
and I don't really care about
If you love me, if you hate me
You can't save me, baby, baby
All my life I've been good ,but now
Whoa...
What the hell?
The two girls danced around for a second, before doing their ending poses.
Lalalalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalalala
Everyone clapped for the girls, excluding Finn. Mr. Schue gave the duo a look, before letting them return to their seats.
"That was… unexpected and a bit inappropriate, ladies." Mr. Schue told them. Rachel and Quinn shared a look before Quinn spoke up.
"You said to go out of our comfort zone." But a part of Rachel begged to differ.
She felt so comfortable being around Quinn. It was easy and hard all the same.
Love was so confusing.
Some fluff was needed. A little fluff chapter, and a duet bound to cause some sort of drama. Thank you all so much for the reviews. You guys! I also have a tumblr (singforevermore (dot) tumblr (dot) com). If you all want to ask questions, or whatnot, you can:D I'm shameless in my self promoting. I am.
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