Quinn jumped awake when she heard her cell phone go off indicating she had a new text. She squinted her eyes, fighting the bright morning sun seeping in through the living room windows and attempted to silence the dull pounding in her head. She took a moment to find her bearings before crawling along the floor to the coffee table to retrieve her phone.

-you 2 decent? Im not ready to c berry naked. xS

If her head hurt any less she would have rolled her eyes.

-Come on down. Nothing happened btw. xQ

As she crawled back to the layers of pillows and blankets on the floor she heard foot steps descending the stairs and witnessed Santana and Brittany holding hands. "Not my bed?" she asked hesitantly.

"Nope. Your mom's." Santana beamed. "So, like, seriously? After all that hotness you two didn't…what happened?"

Quinn reclaimed her spot next to the slowly waking diva. "Nothing."

Rachel moan in agony as she came to. "I hate you by the way. You are an amazing kisser, but I hate you. Just thought I should let you know."

"Hung over, Berry?" Rachel lifted her hand from under the blankets and gave Santana the finger. "Oh! Nice, but I don't know where that was last night. Come on Brit. Lets make some breakfast and leave these two to their morning after regrets." She pulled the blonde along by the hand. Seconds latter loud bangs of pots and pans rang from the kitchen.

"She's doing that on purpose isn't she?" Asked Rachel as she rolled on her side to face Quinn. The blonde was lying on her back, staring at the ceiling, wiping the sleep from her eyes. Even hung over she was beautiful. It probably didn't hurt that the sunlight from the windows behind her played off of her blonde hair and pale skin, making her glow.

The blonde nodded. "So, did you enjoy your first ever drunken night?"

She did. She knew what happened between them was nothing more than drunken fun and that's why it never progressed, but Rachel couldn't help feeling compelled to wrap her arms around the blonde and cuddle up to her. Instead she wrapped the blankets tighter around her shoulders. "It was indeed interesting and as far as I am aware, you kept your promise. I did not wake up pregnant."

This elicited a small laugh from the cheerleader. "I do have one question though. It didn't dawn on me until right now."

Rachel nuzzled into the warm blankets. "What is it?"

Quinn wrinkled her nose slightly. "What are you going to tell Finn?"

"Finn?" Rachel echoed the question. "Oh my God! Finn!" Clarity cut through the alcohol remains as she sprang up from the floor. "Oh my God. My head…" she faded as she slumped down to the couch.

Quinn smiled adoringly at the wincing girl before forcing herself to crawl over and kneel next to her. "Relax. I'm sure he'll be understanding."

"Oh, yeah. I can picture it now. 'Hey, Rach, what did you do last night?' 'Oh, nothing. Just made out with you ex-girlfriend. And by the way, she is a much better kisser than you.' Yeah! That conversation won't be awkward at all."

Quinn blushed. "You could leave the part about me being a better kisser out of it. Just a suggestion. Anyway, nothing actually happened and you were drunk. Too bad you aren't still dating Puck. He wouldn't care as long as you promised he could watch next time."

The brunette dropped her hands from her face. "That would be a lot easier." She agreed meeting the blonde's apologetic gaze. Her stomach flipped.

"Look, it's really all my fault. I'm the one who initiated. Blame it on me. He will agree to that one."

Rachel shook her head. "No. I can't do that. The alcohol may have aided me in forgetting about the fact I am dating Finn, but I even told you to kiss me. I want you to kiss me."

The air fell silent. Did she just say 'want' not 'wanted'? Reservations swelled in Quinn. She stood from her place in front of the diva and took a seat next to her on the couch, making sure to leave space between them. She shook the thoughts from her head. "Well, you can either tell him you were drunk and made a mistake, or not tell him at all and hope he never finds out. I've played both of those cards with him before and I suggest telling him. Secrets aren't always worth keeping."

The brunette sighed. "Maybe it wont be so bad. Most guys are quicker to forgive girl-on-girl indiscretions than they would be girl-on-guy."

Quinn nodded. "And like I said, nothing actually happened. It's not like we had sex. We only kissed."

"A lot." Rachel added.

The blonde couldn't help but smile. "A lot."

"Hey! Get your asses in here and eat before it's gone." Santana ordered.

"We made pancakes!" Cheered Brittany placing a plate in front of each girl.

"Is it weird that they smell really good but make me want to throw up at the same time?" Rachel asked holding her stomach.

"God, Berry. You are such a lightweight." Santana teased. "I had twice as much as you last night and I don't feel a thing. You know why? Practice." Quinn cringed as the Latina's words reminded her far too much of Coach Sylvester. "And you're going to get some more practice tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Hell yeah. We only dented our supply last night. We have to get rid off all that before Mama Fabray comes home. Though she would probably think it was hers…" Quinn nodded in a passive agreement.

"And wash her sheets." Brittany added.

"Right." Santana leaned over the counter to capture the blonde's lips.

"I'm suppose to go to a movie with Finn this afternoon." Rachel argued, dreading the experience that awaited her.

"So come over when you're done. There's no point in arguing. I will win."

In a very Rachel Berry way the diva lifted her chin in defiance. "And how, may I inquire, do you expect to manipulate an individual who posses my level of extreme and temperamental stubbornness?"

Santana sucked a spot of syrup off of Brittany's finger before looking to the other brunette. "Because I'll tell the whole school you made out with Quinn if you don't." Rachel deflated. She planned on telling Finn, but wasn't ready for the whole student body to know. Although, it may help boost her popularity.

She dismissed the thought. "Fine. The movie starts at 3 so I suppose I shall arrive a little after 6."

"Good. So…you gonna tell Finn about your make out session?"

Rachel nodded slowly.

"Can't wait to know how that goes down."

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It was noon. Rachel had left to prepare for her date with Finn, Brittany was taking stock of the remaining alcohol for the weekend's finale, and Quinn and Santana sat in the living room watching TV.

"I'm really proud of you, Santana." The Latina glared at the blonde waiting for the biting comment to follow. "No, I mean it. I was worried about how you would handle Rachel being here."

Santana shrugged her shoulders and flipped through the channels. "She's weird. There is no getting around that, but once she loosened up she wasn't all that annoying. Now, if only we can get her drunk at school…then I could consider not wanting to kill her all the time."

"She is quite different outside of school. She's not on edge."

Santana chuckled to herself. "I still can't believe she pulled you into that kiss last night. I thought she would have freaked when I suggested you had missed a drop. Maybe Berry is a bit of a fairy." Quinn slapped her friend's arm. "Don't even get me started on you, because you loved that. You were all moaning and shit."

"I was not!" Quinn forcefully objected.

"Sure… I mean, at least now I know why you have spent every day this week at her house after school…in her room." Santana nodded. "You were getting some of Berry's fairy lovin'."

Quinn scoffed. "Not even close. We have been working on our glee assignment. Just getting to know each other."

Santana's eyebrow arched. "Yeah, how well?"

Quinn slapped her again. "Shut up. This is just ridiculous."

"So, is she, like, your friend now, or is this some sort of charity project to make yourself feel better?" Quinn has known Santana long enough to be able to read through her attitude, down into her real emotions. This question had a touch of jealousy and a tiny bit of concern in it…concern for Rachel.

"Do you like Rachel?"

Santana turned off the TV and met the blonde's eyes. "Let's get this straight. You and I have an understanding: If I go down, you are coming with me. If you go down…I may still cut you lose. But I need to know what I am getting into. I can handle the freak outside of school easy enough. But I'm not going to start protecting her and shit at schoolif this is all to simply ease your guilt."

Quinn was unimpressed with the brunette's threat. "Cut the shit, Lopez. I know your game and you know mine." She stated matter-of-factly. "I do feel guilty for the way I have treated Rachel, and honestly, I think you do too. But what you are waiting for is for me to say 'yes, she's my friend' so you have an excuse to actually enjoy being around her. To outside eyes, you will only look guilty by association."

Santana remained silent.

"I thought so. Yes, she has become a friend. You can tell anyone who asks that I have befriended the 'freak' and you have to put up with her because of it. Your secret is safe with me." Quinn patted the Latina's lap like you would a small child on the head.

"Your secret is safe with me too, Q."

Confusion swept over the cheerleader. "What secret? Obviously Rachel and I have become friends. I actually talk to her in class and at our lockers."

"I'm talking about your other secret." Quinn's confusion deepened. "The one I don't think you are even aware of yet."

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"I'm sorry, you did what?" Finn stared openmouthed at Rachel as she sat in the passenger's seat, her eyes glued to her hands in her lap. "You…and Quinn?"

Rachel nervously pushed her hair behind her ears. "I told you I was heavily intoxicated, and while I know that is not a valid excuse, it is the only one I have. I'm sorry. It was only kissing."

"Yeah, but it wasn't with me. You're my girlfriend. Or, at least your suppose to be."

She snapped her head up, pleading with him. "Finn, I am. I'm sorry. It wasn't even anything. We were playing a game. No emotions involved."

"I can't believe this. Why her? Why not Puck now? Why don't you call him up and see if he can get you pregnant. We can make a hobby out of this."

"Finn! That is ridiculous. You are over reacting. I didn't even act this bad when I found out you lied about being a virgin."

"That…that…" He stumbled to regain control of the argument. He never could argue with Rachel. She was smarter than he was. She moved faster. He knew it and it only made him angrier. "That was different."

"How was that different? Because you had sex with someone while I only kissed them? Or because you lied while I am being an honorable person and confessing that I made a mistake?"

He shook his head in frustration. "It's different because we weren't dating. You were even dating some other guy."

"Because you broke my heart by being too embarrassed to be seen with me at school. You pushed me into Jesse's arms. And then you ran to Santana's bed."

"Get out of my car."

Rachel straightened her posture, shocked at his words. "What?"

Finn fixed his stare on the steering wheel in front of him. "I said get out. I don't want to talk to you tight now. I don't even want to look at you. You've blown me off all week to hang out with Quinn and on the one day I get to have you, you drop this on me? Get out of my car!"

"You know what, fine." Rachel flung the door open and jumped out of the car, slamming it shut behind her. This wasn't their first fight and some how Rachel knew there was always going to be one more. Finn was easily confused and hated being embarrassed while Rachel easily confused him causing him to become embarrassed. Rachel found herself playing stupid most days so he could feel good about himself. Anything he wanted to talk about bored her and anything she felt like sharing was of no interest to him. The relationship was best described as awkward with moments of happiness.

"Hey, Sweetheart. How was the movie?" Her dad asked as she swung the front door open.

"I don't have the energy nor the self-control to discuss this afternoon's events without resorting to profanity. So I would prefer not to answer that question."

He dad nodded after recovering from the verbal whiplash.

"I'm sorry, Dad. It was a bad day. I don't really want to talk about it. Have you asked Daddy if I can stay at Quinn's again tonight?"

Michael had proven a challenge to convince that Rachel should be allowed to spend the evening alone with the three cheerleaders the first time. He almost refused but Joshua intervened stating Rachel simply had to call home if she needed to come home early, just by chance the evening progressed badly. Rachel's anxiety was written on her face when she returned home this morning and Michael instantly went into protective mode, demanding to know what the cheerleaders had done to hurt her. It had taken her nearly and hour to convince him that she was only nervous about her date with Finn. She still didn't think he believed her so she asked her Dad to talk him into letting her say over again tonight.

"For a girl's night…I think you may need one if you day was truly that bad. I haven't talked to your Daddy yet, but there should be plenty of time for that once you are already there.'

"Thank you, Dad."

"Same thing applies though. Just call if you need us."

Rachel nodded. "They were actually nice to me. Even Santana. The only nickname she called me last night was 'Berry". Nothing hurtful about that."

"All the same. Now, go pack your bag and I'll drop you off."

A/N: Again, thank you for all the wonderful comments. This chapter was a little bit of a filler but some good stuff is coming soon. Faberry loving.