A couple of drinks later, the two of them piled into Quinn's car laughing. "Wait, you don't have a car?" Quinn asked, sitting in the drivers seat.
"I walked." Rachel shrugged, giggling. Moments passed, and the two girls were clutching their stomachs, laughing. "You're so drunk." Rachel laughed, light pushing the blonde girl. "I'll drive." She suggested, switching seats with Quinn. Once they were home, (they had missed death by just a foot in a near car collision), the two girls crashed on Quinn's couch, tripping over each other. Quinn looked at Rachel warmly, smiling. She had had seven beers. She kept them in her car in case she ever needed to cut loose or have some fun. Her mom thought they were sodas; she'd kept them in a box meant for coke packaging. Rachel had three. She wasn't sober, but barely drunk. At least she could function. Before she knew it, Quinn had grabbed her face and kissed her roughly. Her eyes got wide, but she soon responded enthusiastically. "Your parents…" She started.
"Left for Washington about three hours ago. My uncle's coming tomorrow." Quinn mumbled, trailing kisses down the brunette's neck.
"Quinn, you're drunk." Rachel sighed, trying to push the blonde girl off, only for her to put her weight on her once more. What was she doing? Quinn was kissing her, and she was trying to get away? She might not get another chance like this. But was it right to take advantage of a drunk teenager? Absolutely not. But did she want her more than she cared about rules? Absolutely. Soon, she started kissing her back, and everything else seemed so unimportant.
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She was cold. Despite all the covers around her, Santana missed Brittany's warmth. A tear streamed down her face as the scene in Breadsticks replayed in her head. In another moment, she slipped out of the guestroom, grabbing some paper and a pencil from her backpack. She stood outside Brittany's bedroom door, scribbling on the paper:
Brittany, I'm sorry. I want to explain.
She slipped it under the door, hoping she was still awake. She head a shuffling of feet, and a second later, the paper was slipped back under the door.
Santana, Ok. I'm listening.
Santana smiled. Again, she wrote something and slipped it under the door.
Brittany, Ok. Quinn wanted to talk to me. She said she liked Berry and she asked me for advice. I asked her if she knew how to kiss a girl, and she didn't, and asked me to show her. It meant nothing. You just had bad timing.
She waited. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, Brittany's door flew open and Brittany was clutching onto Santana so tightly Santana thought she just might have suffocated. "Thank God." Brittany breathed, kissing her. "I thought I lost you there for a moment." She smiled.
"Never." Santana grinned, kissing her back. "I got really cold in the guest room all by myself. I was hoping I could come and cuddle with you?" She asked hopefully. Brittany took her hand and led her to the bed, crawling under the covers and waiting for Santana to join her. "What?" Santana asked, seeing Brittany's look as she went to lay down in front of her.
"I know you like to be the big spoon." Brittany smiled.
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The Next Day"Quinn! Quinn!" Rachel hissed, trying to shake the girl awake. Quinn mumbled, shoving her head deeper into the crook of Rachel's neck. "Quinn I think you're uncle's at the door!" Rachel added. The blonde's eyes snapped open, and she jumped off the couch, wrapping the blanket around her.
"You should go. Out the back door." She warned Rachel, who reluctantly obeyed and was soon gone. There was another knock at the door and Quinn opened it, sighing. "Uncle Reggie!" She smiled, waving at the man at the door. He stared at her, his smile fading.
"Uh…Quinn? Where are you're clothes?" He asked, looking down at the blanket wrapped around her body.
"Oh…uh…I was just going to take a shower when you showed up. Hehe…make yourself at home, I'm going to go and take that shower…" She nervously laughed, stepping out of his way and going upstairs. As she got into the shower, she began to think over what happened last night. "I had sex with Rachel…" She smiled, and then almost choked. "I had sex with Rachel!" She hissed, her eyes getting wide. "What the hell?" She gritted her teeth, pouring some shampoo on her hands. "No…no I didn't. It was a dream. She just stayed over." She tried to tell herself. Then why were you naked this morning? She closed her eyes and sighed. "No…no I'm straight. I'm not interested in girls." Yeah right. "Shut up!" She growled at herself. "And I have to see her at school today…" This was going to be a long day.
