The first month of classes went by at a crazy pace. After the first few days of classes my instructors decided all at once that they were going to pile on the routines and assignments, leaving me with little to no time to worry about Rachel. School, plus my part time job at a local diner had my schedule pretty packed. It wasn't until Olivia cornered me in our kitchen the week before Halloween did I finally start to realise I had no life.
"Quinn! Darlin', you need to slow down. I hardly see you around here anymore and I'm your roommate! The only times I see you are in class or as your flying by my door, late for work. Sweetie, you need to have a night off," she spoke softly before she perked up and squealed excitedly, "and I know exactly what you're going to do!"
I spent the next week fitting in dance practice around my work schedule, school and Olivia's constant shopping trips. She wasn't lying when she said we would be the best looking girls there.
It was Halloween night and I was standing in front of my mirror, staring at my costume. It was like a flashback from my past as I stared at myself in my preppy cheerleader costume. However, instead of the McKinley High letters across the front, there was a neat JSM in recognition of our school. I smiled faintly, remembering how great it felt to be part of the Cheerio's back in Lima. It was empowering and gave me everything I wanted in that school. The sad part was that I used it to my advantage. I will never deny that I was a class A bitch back then. I could understand why Rachel won't even come near me, I wouldn't either. I guess it was up to me to fix that.
Just as I was applying the finishing touches on my makeup, Olivia came bouncing into my room with a huge grin on her face. "Quinn! Oh my god, you look hot!" she squealed before flipping open her phone and snapping a pic of the both of us. She then proceeded to take a pic of just herself, stating that she was going to send it to her boyfriend later. I chuckled and followed her as she left my room and headed towards the front door.
We arrived at the party fifteen minutes later, music vibrating from the interior of the off campus house. I glanced around, taking in all the different costumes and smiling. There had been parties in Lima, but nothing like this. There were so many people in different stages of drunkenness, and for a moment I worried about the police. However that thought quickly slipped my mind as Olivia pulled me through the front door and directly towards the keg in the back.
"Drink up sweetie, you deserve it!" she yelled over the music, shoving a cup of beer into my hand. I obliged and downed half the cup in a few gulps, grinning at the red head. She got a cup for herself and we made our way through the house. As we entered the hallway Olivia grabbed my hand and tugged me down the hall, her voice excited as we reached her destination.
"Sandra! Great to see you again girl!" my roommate gushed as she hugged her friend. I smiled politely and said hi, taking another long sip of my beer. Olivia started chatting away to Sandra while I sipped on my drink, only stopping when I drank but nothing came out.
"I'm going to get another beer," I said to them before I made my way back to the keg. I filled my cup up once and downed it while I was standing there. I don't know what was into me tonight, I just wanted to let loose. While I was busy filling up my third cup some guy came up behind me and started to flirt with me, talking about how he was a drummer in a band. I quickly told him what he could do with his drumsticks before I turned away, walking back towards my friend.
By this point I was starting to feel the tell-tale signs of a buzz. I was getting warm and I could feel some of my worries slipping away. By the time I reached Olivia and her friend, I felt pretty good. I took another long gulp of my beer before joining into the conversation with a loud laugh. They all turned to look at me, including one face that I hadn't seen since that first day of classes.
If I was sober I probably would have felt nervous at that point, but my buzz was strong and I didn't really give a fuck. If anything bad happened, I would just blame it on Olivia. She was the one who wanted me to let loose tonight. I glanced over at Rachel again and flashed a bright smile. She nodded at me and gave me a small apprehensive smile.
"Quinn, how many beers did you have when you were gone?" Olivia laughed as I grinned sloppily at her, trying to count on my fingers. I was never a heavy drinker, and it didn't take much in order for me to get wasted. "Uh, four?" I questioned, taking another long swig. She only grinned and shook her head at the other girls before she spotted someone else she knew.
"Oh my gosh Sandra, there's Danny from back home! Common' let's go say hello!" she yelled, grabbing Sandra and hauling her away. I could hear the friends reunite and I laughed to myself, my eyes finally focusing on Rachel. She was staring at the floor, one hand holding a mostly full beer cup with her other arm wrapped protectively around herself. I took a step closer to her, wobbling slightly causing me to grab onto her shoulder in support.
"Sorry," I drawled, leaning against the wall to steady myself. She frowned, staring at me as I finished my fifth beer. I could really feel the alcohol in my body now and it felt good. It was a great relief from the constant hectic schedule I had put myself through for the last month. I smiled at her again and heard my favourite song come on through the speakers in the house.
"Rachel! Dance with me, this is my favourite song!" I cried, grinning like a fool and trying to grab her hands. She pulled them away and folded her arms as I shrugged and started to gyrate to the beat of the song. I was really getting into it when I heard some asshole wolf whistle at me as he tried to join in. I immediately stopped dancing and pushed him away from me, moving closer to Rachel who jumped at my contact. I turned to her and pouted, sad that my dancing had been ruined thanks to that baboon. She rolled her eyes, which surprised me, and hauled me down the hallway to an empty room. As soon as she shut the door she pointed to the bed.
"Sit," she said firmly. I did, giggling as I fell back against the mattress. The world was spinning even as I lay still. It was tripping me out so I sat up and stared at Rachel. She was frowning and was once again staring at the floor. She did that a lot around me.
"Did you take me in here so you could have your way with me?" I joked, laughing too loud at my words. She looked horrified and frantically shook her head, her eyes wide as saucers.
"No, I most certainly did not Quinn Fabray. You are highly intoxicated and I was not planning on trying to explain to the police officer that would surely catch on to your stumbling on the way back to campus exactly why both of us have alcohol in our systems. I brought you to this room so you could sober up without making a further fool of yourself," she finished, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. I was confused.
"Why don't you sit up here?" I asked, pointing to the bed next to me. She raised her eyebrows and shook her head, not answering my question. My heart sunk and suddenly I was sad, lying down with my face into the blankets. "Why do you hate me, Rachel?" I mumbled.
I heard her sigh. "I don't hate you Quinn," she said simply. I sat up again, stopping for a second as my world spun. I finally managed to look at her again. "Then why do you act so weird around me?" I questioned, falling back on the bed. I'm sure I was giving her whiplash from my sudden changes in positions.
"I am not answering that question, you should already know the answer," she spoke clearly, and I heard the flipping of pages. I peeked around and saw that she was now flipping through a magazine that was left on the desk. I laid my head back down and thought about what she said. I sighed and rolled over onto my stomach, my body laying the full length of the bed. Finally taking in her costume for the first time tonight, I was delightfully shocked. She was dressed in a black lady gaga type dress with an oversized black bow in her hair. Her makeup was exaggerated, but her eyes were beautiful as ever. I stared at her, mesmerised for a few moments, or hours, who knows. "Your beautiful," I mumbled my eye lids dropping as she glanced up at my words. Before I passed out I watched as she let out a long sigh and shook her head, clearly flustered as she turned back to her magazine.
Rachel Berry, you will be mine.
A/N: There, some Rachel/Quinn interaction. This story goes by a little slow guys, it's not just BAM, they are together. That would be no fun, eh? Thanks for reading! Leave me some nice reviews, what do ya say?
