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Chapter 3- Physical Attraction
Blinding bright lights continuously flashing as Quinn made her way down the red carpet in this month's celebrities' charity event. Tonight was The Somaly Mam Foundation charity ball in which Shay Mitchell was a big supporter of. Quinn followed closely behind the tall model and her manager to make sure things went smoothly, which wasn't difficult since the tall brunette was nearly perfect.
Under normal circumstances Quinn wouldn't mind or fuss about a situation like this but after her 'random' talk with Britney about Shay some time ago, her suspicions were confirmed regarding Rachel's relations with the model. After finally being able to admit to herself that she indeed developed a ridiculous crush on her boss, Quinn tried her best to minimize the two's interaction. At the end of the day, that was proven to be easier said than there was Shay whom she wants to dislike but can't really find a good enough reason to. The girl was genuinely a good person.
"Hey you." Quinn heard from the side. The familiarity of the voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Hey!" Quinn replied nervously, looking up. "Are you work...-" Quinn asked but stopped when you realized what the shorter girl was dressed in. Rachel was in a long black, one shoulder dress that was form fitting at the torso and a bit more relax and flowing in the bottom half. You wouldn't guess the girl was only about 5'1 by the length of it. Rachel was sporting a knowing smile when she caught Quinn looking her over. Clearing her throat, Rachel finally got Quinn's attention back to her face.
"Yes, I'm working. As you can see..." Rachel joked as she pointed to her dress. "No, I came as a guest." Quinn nodded but clearly still confused. You normally have to be personally invited to these things, which means you're a big celebrity or a huge financial supporter of the cause. Quinn knows that Rachel is well known in the PR industry but she wouldn't have guessed that she was a part of something like this.
"Rachel, let's go!" Then that happened. From somewhere beside Quinn, she heard Shay and everything seems to make more sense. Rachel's was Shay's guest. Shay's plus one. Then all of a sudden the idea of Shay being nearly perfect didn't matter to Quinn anymore. She disliked the woman.
"Right behind you." Rachel replied as she gave Quinn a small smile, "I'll talk to you later." Rachel processed to walk pass the blonde to meet with her friend.
"Yeah." Quinn mumbled after Rachel had already left and made her way to the car. Her presence inside the charity wasn't necessary but now she's second-guessing her decision not to go. Shay had asked if she wanted to attend the event to make the PR work a bit easier but Quinn declined politely. If only she knew Rachel was going to be there dressed like that. The mental picture of Rachel in the dress flashed through Quinn's mind and the girl felt her cheeks growing warm. STOP. Finally reaching her car, Quinn opened the metal frame and slumped inside. She took out her phone and decided to dial Santana for some company.
"This better be important." Santana answered, clearly frustrated.
"I need a drink." Quinn said pointedly. "Invite Britney, I know she's right next to you. Or under you." Quinn pointed out. Quinn couldn't help but smile. She rarely pokes fun of the two but it's always nice to get one in once in a while.
"Or you can join." Santana replied suggestively but not really meaning it.
"Ew. No thank you." Quinn answered, discussed at the idea.
"Oh please, I'm sure if Rachel asked you, you'd jump right on that." Quinn can hear the humor in the other girl's voice. Even though she knows it's a joke, she can't help but be defensive.
"That's not true! I have a boyfriend..." Quinn started but was rudely interrupted.
"Yeah, the boyfriend. We both know if that wasn't your only excuse, you would tap the hobbit by now." San commented, "And please, don't tell me you're straight because we both know that's not true. Especially with the way your eyes linger on shorty's little behind..." Quinn can hear Britney giggling in the background as Santana continued, "Yeah Q, I see you." San finished. At this point, Quinn is so glad she was by herself in the car because she's positive her face just went 50 shades of red.
"Are we going to drink or what?" Quinn tried to steer the conversation back to the original topic.
"What about the boyfriend?" Santana asked, "Isn't the giant going to be pissed off you're gonna go get shitfaced." S stated.
"Out of town." Quinn confirmed, "Meet you at Lace in 30?" Quinn planned.
"45." Santana argued.
"Make it quick." Quinn agreed as she disconnected the call.
An hour later, Quinn was able to spot her two best friends. At this point, Quinn already had consumed a drink or was it three. She's not entirely sure. Quinn is still new to the whole 'drinking' scene so her tolerance is nowhere near high enough.
"About time." Quinn pointed out as the girls made their way over.
"What? A girl has needs." Santana replied as she took a seat at the bar next to Quinn with Britney on Q's other side. "Jack and coke, please and a cranberry vodka for her" Santana then ordered for Britney and herself.
"Tell me about it." Quinn slurred out before she could stop herself. At this, Santana turned on her stool and started to laugh loudly.
"How many have you had?" Santana asked rather amused.
"Just 2." Quinn answered with a teasing smile, something she doesn't do unless she is pretty buzzed from the alcohol. "Maybe 3?" She added.
"Why are you even drinking tonight? It's Wednesday. You're going to regret it tomorrow when we have that early staff meeting." Santana pointed out.
"Then why are you drinking?" Quinn countered.
"Cause I don't get drunk from just sniffing alcohol." Santana told her with a laugh.
"I do not!" Quinn argued.
"You really do." It was Britney this time. "It's okay Q, you're much more fun though." The taller blonde said honestly.
"What? Am I not fun normally? I'm so much fun!" Quinn questioned the taller girl which in turn only made Britney chuckle. "Stop laughing at me guys!" Quinn was growing frustrated.
"Okay, sit down princess." Santana told her. "Why are we drinking again?" Santana asked again as she got hers and Britney's drinks.
"Uh..." Quinn thought, looking for an answer. "I miss my boyfriend." She lied. It wasn't a total lie. She did miss her boyfriend but that was not the reason she needed a drink. She needed to stop her vivid thoughts of Rachel and that damn dress so she figured that a couple of drinks could help her calm down. It didn't. Its like the image of the short brunette keeps replaying in her head over and over again. Plus the idea of Rachel spending the night with Shay Mitchell just makes the jealousy that much more vivid. She really needed to stop these feelings. She had a boyfriend, whom she loves and loves her. She really needed to figure out a way to stop these feelings she's having fro Rachel. But first, another drink.
It was now close to 2am and the bar is about to close. The girls had way more drinks then anyone of them intended to. Britney was the least drunk out them so she was going to drive Santana home but that leaves Quinn stranded and the girl was clearly not coherent enough to drive home. At that point as they were fighting over how everyone was getting home, Britney had an idea of her own. Grabbing Quinn's phone she dialed a number she knew pretty well.
"Hello?" The person on the other line answered.
"Yay Rachel, you're awake!" Britney exclaimed.
"Britney?" Rachel recognized the voice for she has spoken to Britney on the phone many times before. "Is this your new number? Better yet, are you okay? Why are you calling at such hours?" Rachel bombarded the blonde with questions.
"No, this is Quinn's phone." That caught Rachel's attention as she listened closely. "And so Me, Santana and Quinn went out for drinks and well...we had more then we plan to." Britney explained, "I'm okay to drive Santana's car and take her home but..." Britney couldn't finish.
"Quinn is stuck." Rachel concluded.
"Yeah." Britney confirmed. "You're the only one I know that lives close by." The blonde further explained. "So..."
"Where are you guys?" Rachel asked as she already started to put on shoes and a jacket.
"Lace Bar, do you know where that is?" Britney asked.
"I'll be there in 15 minutes. Stay with her." Rachel replied as Britney agreed. After hanging up on the phone, Rachel took a deep breath and readies herself to go save a friend. It's going to be a long night.
Exactly 15 minutes later, Rachel was seen getting out of a taxicab, no longer in her fancy attire but she was now sporting tight black legging, running shoes and a loose hoodie. The girl looked like she was going to go for a run.
"Rachel!" Britney yelled as spotted the small girl. At the mention of Rachel's name, Quinn's head snapped up in the direction of the girl. Her heart decided that this was the perfect time to speed up and her mind wasn't clear enough to comprehend what was about to happen.
"Hey, you guys okay?" Quinn heard the smaller girl ask. Yes. No. Is she?
"What are you doing here?" Quinn asked, her tone a bit harsher then she wanted it to sound. Taken back, Rachel looked at Britney for answers.
"She doesn't know I'm taking her home. Great." Rachel stated.
"What? No." Quinn stood up from the spot she was inhabiting for the past half an hour. "I am completely ca...pa...ble..." Quinn struggled to get the word out.
"Yup, I'm taking you home." Rachel declared as she witness the drunk that is Quinn.
"No." Quinn was being stubborn.
"Give her your keys and get your ass in the car Q." Santana piped up suddenly. "You're too drunk to even make decisions right now." She added.
"Fine!" Quinn gave up, "Here!" Quinn handed Rachel her purse.
"What?" Rachel was confused at the blonde's gesture.
"I can't find my keys." Quinn admitted.
"Of course." Rachel started looking, rather amused by the blonde's drunken yet adorable state. "You guys going to be okay?" Rachel then turned to the other girls as she found what she was looking for. Britney nodded as she walked Santana to their car. "Text me when you get home okay?" Rachel added as she tries to help Quinn to her car.
As Rachel settles in the driver's seat, she tried not to change too much of the blonde's settings. She turned to face Quinn and saw that the girl was knocked out in the passenger's side.
"Quinn?" Rachel asked softly but nothing. "Hey..." She then poked the blonde, "I need to know where you live." Still nothing. "Great." Quinn was passed out and Rachel didn't know where the girl lived. She didn't have a choice but to take the girl back to her own place. Fun.