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You are the Quinn Fabray. You are hot, confident and you can do this.
The party was well underway when they arrived at a small suburban home that was overflowing with loud music and the general racket of a party. Quinn was fighting the urge to turn around and stumble back to her car. Before she could begin to calculate her blood alcohol level and subsequent driving abilities Santana pushed open the front door. She had brought the half bottle of tequila with her and she was swinging it wildly above her head as she stepped through the door. On the other side was a living area with one very crowded couch and coffee table with a large amp set up in one corner. The room was packed with people who largely ignored the new arrivals at the front door. Santana stood waving and shouting to gain everyone's attention.
"Sup Assholes! Okay, everyone needs to pay attention here. Everyone!" she glared some of the group into silence though some continued to ignore her shouting over the music. Santana continued anyway. "Right. Some hot bitches are abouts to get all up in here and you's best be showing some respect." Santana hollered.
Brittany raced past Santana to hug someone(or everyone) in the crowd and Santana gestured for both Rachel and Quinn who were loitering in the doorway to come in.
"Up here Honeys." Santana called them reaching one arm out to pull Quinn into her side. She stretched out again and forced a startled looking Rachel into Quinn's other side. Quinn stumbled slightly, wedged in between the two girls. A Quinn sandwich, she thought. Maybe with rye bread since she had a brunette on each side. Quinn giggled. Santana gave them both a (drunk)encouraging wink and then returned to shouting at the group assembled in front of them.
She mimicked the tone an announcer at a boxing match as she yelled over the music, "Allow me to RE-introduce the illustrious, the incomparable, the painfully annoying yet sneaky hot...Rachel Berry!" Rachel looked suitably mortified and quickly detached herself from Quinn to disappear into the crowd. "And in her debut performance, our brand new colleague and fellow shit kicker over at Chuck's Deceased Beast Feast. A force to be reckoned with, fresh from the dank and unyielding cesspool of Carmel. The one. The only. The Fierce Bowie fan from Iowa. I'm thinking of calling her Mouse but you can call her whatever the fuck you want to...Quinn Fabray!"
Santana finished off her performance with a bow. Quinn is so not okay with being called 'Mouse'. Quinn was ready to disappear into the ground but Santana didn't release her grip from Quinn's waist.
"Come on Blondie. You. Me. Tequila shots. Now."
Santana's grip around Quinn's waist remained strong as she guided Quinn through the crowd of people. The layout of the house meant that they had no choice but to walk through the crowded living area to get to the kitchen which was on the other side of an archway at the back of the living area.
There were probably thirty people jammed into the small space but Santana seemed to be picky about which people would get to officially meet Quinn. She guided her through piles of red cups and past a small keg on a table to a small group of people which now included a red faced Rachel. Santana introduced two boys next to her as Blain and Kurt. Quinn had no idea which was which because Santana had gestured to both of them as though they were a unit. The one with the bow tie shook her hand with a pleasure to meet you and a friendly smile. The other pale boy next to him spent a long moment looking her up and down before giving her a half wave. Quinn might have thought he was checking her out but his eyes lingered on the shoes Santana had loaned her for far longer than any straight boy's would. Queer as a three dollar bill .
Beside the pale boy was a cheerful looking black girl who Santana addressed as wheezy but introduced as Mercedes. Next to Mercedes was a boy in a wheel chair whom Santana blatantly ignored and then a cute blonde boy with an incredibly huge mouth. When he was introduced as Sam Quinn remembered the Rachel had mentioned him just that afternoon.
"You work on opposite days to Santana," she blurted.
The blonde boy looked at her quizzically while Santana nodded, "Yeah we have Trouty Mouth here take Sundays because Sunday is family day at Chuck's and none of us would want to deprive any of the tiny children the chance to come and see the amazing fish-human hybrid."
Sam just laughed at the obvious barb. "Nice to see you to Santana."
Santana abruptly turned away from the group throwing a later losers thrown over her shoulder. She had spotted Brittany and was dragging Quinn towards the taller blonde. She was talking with two Asian kids who had their arms wrapped around each other in a sickeningly loving fashion. The girl who introduced herself as Tina seemed to have recently grown out of a goth phase as her makeup and clothes had a distinctly goth-ish look to them but her hair had golden streaks through the top layers which softened the whole look. She introduced the tall, silent boy next to her as Mike.
Ha, maybe they could plug him in later for Karaoke. Badum dah! Okay bad puns are to stay inside her head and not be spoken aloud.
Santana didn't bother with the introductions, preferring to lean into Brittany and whisper in her ear. Quinn and Tina exchanged basic pleasantries before Quinn was pulled away towards the kitchen again. She sighed as she allowed herself to be pulled by her arm, afraid that if she didn't Santana would dislocate her shoulder. And she needed her shoulder. For drinking.
Santana smacked the Tequila bottle down on the island in the centre of the kitchen pulling out shot glasses and salt with a familiarity which said she knew the layout of the kitchen well. She opened the fridge and pulled out a bowl of lemon wedges. Burying her head in the fridge, she seemed to be hunting for something else pushing aside jars and containers on the door of the fridge. Quinn leaned against the counter by the sink as she waited for her shot. Santana gave up on what she was looking for in the fringe and went to yell out the archway to the living room.
"Hey Puck where the fuck did you put my beer? There were three bottles in this fridge last night."
A male voice grunted out from the living room. A familiar voice.
"Cool it San, I just threw them in the back fridge to make room in this one. Like I'd drink your bougie little micro brews anyway, they're completely..."
He trailed off as he entered the kitchen and saw Quinn leaning against the counter.
"Holy Fuck."
Holy Fuck.
Quinn slapped herself internally. She'd heard the name a few times that day. Puck. But she hadn't made the connections. He had introduced himself to Quinn as Noah Puckerman. The boy who didn't bother showing up to work that day because he was hungover. Quinn struggled to maintain her breathing. Right there was the useless bastard who had gotten her pregnant at sixteen. Noah Puckerman, the father of her bastard child. The boy that had wanted to name their child Beth. The boy that had wanted to keep Beth and raise her with Quinn was standing just six feet away, on the other side of a narrow kitchen island.
Quinn grabbed the tequila bottle and pored herself a shot, downing it in one. Santana looked between them awkwardly.
"Apparently you've met before."
"You could say that." Quinn gritted out as she poured herself another shot.
Noah, that is to say Puck looked at his feet, clenching his hands into tight fists. They hadn't been in contact since the day Beth was born. Quinn had given Beth up for adoption and she felt no urge to maintain any contact with the boy who still hadn't shaved that ridiculous mohawk off his head. Whatever had possessed Quinn to sleep with a guy with a mohawke she still had no idea. Everything else aside. The guy looks like he's stuck somewhere between washed-out-punk and grease-monkey-reject.
Puck finally looks up from his shoes to look at Quinn. "So...how have you been?"
Quinn's head is swimming with the alcohol but she downs another shot anyway—Why the fuck not right?—and pours another.
Puck continues, "Have you heard anything about..." he trailed off when Quinn gave him a withering glare. "Right. No, I guess not."
Puck knew perfectly well that Quinn had opted for a closed adoption. She tried not to think about how heartbreaking it had been to sign those papers. But it was for the best.
Puck ran his hand through his hair. "Okay, so I guess we're gonna be working together now so how about I, err, stay out of your way tonight."
Quinn did not want to deal with him. She gave him a look which clearly stated that if he wanted to keep his balls he should stay out of her way. Puck looked mildly terrified and he turned quickly to leave the kitchen.
Santana yelled out to his retreating back, "Hey send Berry in will ya!" she then turned to face Quinn as she poured three new shots into the waiting glasses. "Care to explain Blondie? What, did he leave you at the alter or something? Cause that death glare you were giving him just now was scary as fuck."
Quinn didn't want to talk about it so she told Santana to drop it handing her one of the shots with a lemon wedge balanced on top. Santana took it but said they had to wait for Rachel. They didn't have to wait long as the brunette bounced into the room a moment later.
Her eyes sparkled with amusement and Quinn felt her own mood lighten almost instantly. Rachel's effervescent personality buoyed Quinn's mood. She felt happier just being in the same room as the other girl. Quinn hadn't had a real chance to experience the effect Rachel had on her—hhat with all the meat grilling and then Rachel's being upset over her boyfriend. But they had spent some two hours together—under the influence of alcohol no less—and Quinn could easily see how much she liked the other girl. She could imagine them being good friends.
Quinn smiled at Rachel and handed her the third shot glass, licking the back of her hand so Santana could dust the salt across it. Rachel did the same without hesitation and smiled at Quinn.
"To new friends!" Rachel cried.
Santana rolled her eyes but downed her shot anyway. Quinn followed, laughing and smiling broadly at Rachel's cute grimace following the lemon part of her shot. Everything Rachel did was in some way adorable. Except for crying. Rachel should never cry and four—or was it five—shots of tequila in Quinn was more than ready to keep the tiny brunette from anything that could hurt her.
Santana's eyebrow quirked as she observed Quinn's rapid change from thundering glower to sparkling happiness. No one could have missed the way Quinn had lit up at the sight of their resident diva. Quinn couldn't hide it and she didn't want to. Especially now that her head was swimming with an alcoholic buzz and she could feel the heavy base from the speakers vibrating through her body.
Brittany, Tina a Mike came into the kitchen then, demanding another round of shots.
Once Santna had poured the new shot they clinked their glasses—once again with a toast to new friends—and Rachel threaded her arm through Quinn's with her arm wrapped securely across Quinn's lower back. Her hand shifted to rest against Quinn's waist.
Conversation flowed easily through the group and Quinn was content to just sit and listen to the group of friends talk about everything and nothing. When a new song came on Quinn's heart clenched tightly. She didn't know the song. It didn't matter. The beat of the song somehow synced up with the rhythm of her heart and it sent a shiver up her spine.
"Let's dance," she said suddenly pulling away from Rachel and grasping the hand which slipped from her back. "We have to dance to this song because dancing awesome and I love you guys. Come on!"
The group all grinned at each other before following them out to the makeshift dance space in front of the stereo. There was no one there dancing yet but that didn't matter to Quinn who dragged Rachel by the hand to the middle of the space. She loved to dance and the alcohol was giving her a heady feeling of euphoria. She threw herself into the music, moving her body to the rhythm of her heart and to the rhythmic thumping of the bass vibrating through the air.
Quinn twisted and turned as her body absorbed each thumping vibration coming from the amp just a few feet away. She whipped her hair around her face to feel it brushing against her face. She felt the press of more bodies as Brittany, Santana, Mike and Tina joined them. The couples fused together, pressing and shifting on every beat. More people joined them as the next song picked up the pace. Quinn didn't mind who else was dancing. She was too wrapped up in the music.
Yet more bodies pressed into the dance space. The temperature rose with the collective body heat. In the centre Quinn remained enamored with the baseline. It vibrated through her chest and made her heart race. Rachel was by her side. Her body swayed to the beat, just like Quinn's. By chance, their eyes met. Their movements became unconsciously synchronized. They shifted closer to one another. Their breath mingled as they stared, neither willing to break their gaze. The air was electric and Rachel reached one hand up to press against the back of Quinn's neck. Their bodies drew closer. Quinn felt a friction on the skin of her neck as Rachel's fingers tangled into the fine hairs along the edge of her hairline.
With every pulsing beat. With every brush of skin against her bare arms. With every passing moment Quinn was driven further from her higher thought process. The alcohol raged through her system, reducing her to form and function without thought. Quinn was no longer a person with thoughts and feelings. She was a body and nothing more.
The body known as Quinn closed her eyes and felt the air against her skin. She felt her hair sticking to her face as the heat caused her skin to become slick with sweat. She felt Rachel just millimeters from her, the heat of each body radiating, reaching for the other. The body known as Quinn opened her eyes and raised her hands above her head. The lights in the room had changed. The harsh overheads had been replaced by lamps in the corners and a string of globes laced along the ceiling. She let her gaze become unfocused as the lights seemed to pulse and throb with the music that continued to pulse and throb through Quinn. She lowered her arms again to entangle herself more with Rachel. Rachel's came into focus. Quinn lost herself in her eyes.
They swayed and rocked to the beat. Their bodies remained a breath apart. Never touching. Their arms and eyes kept them locked in their agonising closeness. Both desperate to close the gap but neither willing to risk breaking the intensity of their gaze. Hazel eyes stared intently into shining brown. Two glistening faces displayed a focus which was mirrored in their movements. They drove each other harder. Wordlessly challenging each other to deepen the intensity, to somehow surpass the limits of their carnal connection. The bass thrummed louder causing a shiver to run though their bodies simultaneously. Suddenly they were merged into one being. A writhing and desperate animal with no other will or desire than to be in this moment. To absorb and be absorbed by the merciless, seductive, irresistible beat.
It was madness. It was intense. It was so hot.
It was sexy as hell. But also hot...as in temperature. The party suddenly roared back into focus. The walls and roof and floor became solid once again.
Quinn had no idea how long they had been dancing. It could have been hours, days even. She awoke as if from a stupor and registered that her hand had acted of its own accord and attached itself to Rachel's hip. As Quinn looked at it she saw her thumb making small circles there. When did her extremities start acting autonomously?
The focused rhythm the two girls had been locked in suddenly snapped like an overstretched rubber band and Quinn recoiled back into herself just as quickly. She suddenly realised realised how hot it was and she needed to get out of the gyrating mass of bodies before she evaporated. She pushed gently at Rachel's hip and turned away from the grip Rachel had on the back of her neck. Rachel let her pull away. Quinn forced herself to refocus on her surroundings as she found Rachel's hand slipping into her own. Quinn moved out of the circle of people with Rachel by her side.
Once she reached the wall she pressed her head against the hard, cool surface hoping to cool her heated skin. She released Rachel's hand and turned to press her back against the wall. The skin exposed by her stringy top felt almost stung by the cold surface. Quinn needed the stinging sensation to clear her head. Rachel let her body fall against the wall, tilting her head back to rest against the plaster.
Quinn watched as the group of dancers started to disperse. It seemed like a spell had been broken when Quinn and Rachel had separated from the circle. The couples that had been grinding heavily against each other separated with sheepish smiles and motioned their intent to find fresh beverages.
A few moments later a shout of 'Buffalo' could be heard from the kitchen. This was followed by laughter and cheers and eventually a rousing cry of "Youth Warrior!" from what sounded like Brittany, Mike and some other guy. Maybe Bow Tie Boy. Was he Kurt or Blaine? Quinn didn't know. She didn't really care. She was way more preoccupied with what had just happened with Rachel.
They hadn't been grinding per se. But the way they had been dancing was so...
"Intimate." Oh shit that just came out of her mouth didn't it. She glanced at Rachel who was staring at her in a way that told Quinn she had indeed spoken aloud.
Quinn slid down the wall until she was sitting on the ground, her legs splayed out in front of her. Rachel followed gracefully, carefully holding her dress against her thighs. Once she reached the floor she delicately crossed her outstretched legs at the ankle.
Rachel faced forward as she addressed Quinn, shouting to be heard over the music. "That was. Interesting," she shouted out a laugh. "Tequila is awesome." she turned her head to grin maniacally at Quinn.
Quinn almost laughed in relief as she remembered that—oh yeah—they were both obscenely drunk. It was the alcohol. The alcohol made her want to dance like that. The alcohol had her pulling herself closer to Rachel. Alcohol made Quinn want to run her hands through the brunette's hair and caress down her back to press her hands against her incredible—
No she wasn't thinking like that at all. Drunk or not, Quinn would keep her thoughts clean and pure and—
Oh god. Rachel. Just. Touched me.
Rachel leaned into Quinn's side and cupped one hand against her ear. Quinn waited for her to say something, resisting the shiver brought on by Rachel's warm breath brushing down her neck. The flow of air felt amazing against her skin. She was definitely drunk on tequila but she was also insanely intoxicated on the girl beside her.
"I—I like your hair" she whispered conspiratorially. "It's so...flicky"
Rachel is adorable. She sat back and grinned at Quinn who couldn't help but grin right back at her. Quinn could feel the tension from moments before dissolving. Rachel's natural bubbliness was working its magic on Quinn. Who was very drunk. Rachel was also very drunk. They were two very drunk people and Quinn was convinced that their drunkenness was compounded by the other person's drunkenness.
Wait, that made sense right?
Quinn reviewed that thought and then giggled. Rachel laughed at the sound, falling harder into Quinn's side with one hand landing against Quinn's thigh to help correct her balance.
Why Miss Rachel, how forward of you.
Quinn felt a tingling fire burn through her body. The burn radiated out from one spot on her upper thigh. From the skin beneath Rachel's warm palm.
Rachel looked into Quinn's face with what she must have meant as a serious expression. Her mouth was set in a firm line, only quirking up a little in the corners.
"That's not what I meant to say."
Huh? Quinn had to seriously think about what Rachel had said to her. Oh right. Her hair is flicky.
Rachel continued speaking as her attempt at a serious expression transitioned into a blissful smile.
"You're a beautiful girl Quinn Fabray. The most beautiful-ist," she hesitated over the awkward non-word. "The most beautiful-ist beautiful girl ever. Ever." She finished with a nod.
Quinn felt the blood rush to her cheeks. She felt surprise that there was any blood left in her body that wasn't already rushing down. Rachel's hand on her leg became even heavier.
Rachel was still talking and Quinn tried her best to keep up with what she was saying. She shifted slightly away from Rachel.
"Are you my friend Quinn Fabray?" she broke eye contact with Quinn to look down at her own hand on Quinn's leg. She looked surprised to find it there and shifted it back into her lap, sitting up a little straighter. "I would really love to be your friend and I'm not just saying that as a needy girl drunk either."
Quinn latched onto a the last part of the statement. "What's a needy girl drunk?"
Rachel's face contorted into a disgruntled grimace. "Oh that's just what that, that big tall, tall person Finn Hudson said I was. A needy girl drunk. I didn't like that at all."
Quinn was pretty confident that Finn was in fact an idiot. Finn was like a big giant idiot who wanted to hurt Rachel with his—What did Santana say?—Fincompetance. Quinn congratulated herself on the use of a word with more than three syllables. Even if the word was a made up one. Or one of those joined words. Like brunch or spork. She looked down at Rachel and smiled.
"I think Finn Hudson should keep his assessments to himself. And I am your friend Rachel," Rachel beamed. "Are you my friend?" Quinn asked hesitantly.
"Yes I am." Rachel said with a nod of her head.
Three little words can make a girl smile.
Rachel picked up Quinn's hand to hold it in her own. Rachel's hands were soft. Like a duck. No not a duck. Duck feather down is soft but not like a person's skin. And all of that was completely beside the point because Rachel's hands were so soft and her fingers were playing across Quinn's knuckles.
Quinn allowed her body to slide against the wall so she was pressed into Rachel's side again. Rachel leaned her head against Quinn's shoulder and Quinn smiled as she watched her new friends dance around Puck's living room. The intense atmosphere of their dance had almost completely disappeared and Quinn felt a sense of contentment as she leaned into her new friend. It was difficult for Quinn to believe that she had only met Rachel earlier that morning.
There was a generic dance track blaring through the speakers and the heavy base had Brittany and Mike and a few others up and moving. There was no signs of the frantic energy from before though. Quinn spotted Santana on the other side of the room fiddling with the iPod attached to the speaker. With a discordant screech and thud she unplugged the audio jack, halting the music.
"Your track selection is shit Puckerman. It's time for some real music."
She swapped in her mp3 player and the opening notes to a track Quinn knew well came through the speaker.
Rosemary
Heaven restores you in life
A smile lit Quinn's face as she closed her eyes to better hear the song. Because clearly the use of her eyes was interrupting the function of her brain. The song was fabulously fucked up. Quinn had never been able to decide whether it was a love song or not. There were lines about trials and murder and others about pleasure and others about loneliness. She started to sing along quietly.
When your friends they do come crying
Tell them now your pleasure's set upon slow release
She kept her eyes closed, singing the lyrics low enough that no one save she and Rachel could hear them. She felt Rachel shift beside her
You're weightless; you are exotic
You need something for which to care
Rachel shifted to look at her more fully. Her eyes were warm, almost golden in the half light cast by the lamps scattered about the room.
Leave some shards under the belly
Lay some grease inside my hand
It's a sentimental jury
And the making of a good plan
You've come to love me lightly
Yea you come to hold me tight
Is this motion ever lasting
Or do shudders pass in the night?
Quinn stops singing. Her eyes are locked to Rachel's again. She feels an echo of their earlier connection. She blinks once. So does Rachel. They hold their gaze. Their faces are so close Quinn can feel Rachel's breath against her cheek. Rachel's eyes flicker to Quinn;s mouth. It's a tiny motion but Quinn is so sure that she saw it.
The spell is broken by the next song. It's Tenacious D and everyone cheers, ready to sing along to 'Tribute'. Rachel stands up suddenly and Quinn automatically follows.
"I need to pee." Rachel takes Quinn's hand and leads her out of the room.
Quinn waited for Rachel outside the bathroom door, leaning her shoulder against the wall with her arms crossed. She had her weight resting on one leg with the toe of her other shoe tapping against the floor. The hallway she was standing in led off the living room toward what Quinn assumed were the bedrooms.
One of the doors opened. A giggling Santana and Brittany stumbled out of one of the rooms. Santana's expression became decidedly devious when she spotted Quinn. She grabbed Brittany's hand as she moved towards the waiting blonde.
"Hey Mouse," Quinn's brow crinkled at the new nickname. "Or maybe Kitten should be your new nickname? As in sex kitten if the way you were grinding with Berry was any indication of your future interactions."
Brittany nodded adding her own thoughts, "Or maybe 'Pussy' since you obviously like—"
Santana dug an elbow into the girls ribs, stopping her mid sentence. Quinn just blushed.
"It's really not like that," she was too drunk to deal with anything like this right now. "I'm drunk. We're all drunk. Having a good time you know."
Quinn could hear a tap running inside the bathroom and was suddenly desperate for this conversation to be done before Rachel emerged. Santana gave her a calculating look.
"Well if it makes any difference," she glanced at the door to the bathroom. "I approve. But if you hurt her I will go all Lima Heights."
Brittany snapped her fingers and accompanied the action with a faux ghetto head gesture. Up until that moment Quinn had felt that she herself was the whitest girl alive. Now she handed that crown to Brittany.
On that note the bathroom door opened. Rachel stumbled out into the hall. She grinned at the blonde waiting for her and Quinn couldn't help but return the smile as her hazel gaze automatically shifted to Rachel's huge brown eyes. Santana shook her head at them both.
She pointed a finger at Quinn, "Just remember what I've said Blondie," she said sternly. Quinn ignored her.
Brittany looked between Santana and Quinn then Quinn and Rachel. Tears shimmered in her eyes brightly. Without warning she flung her long arms out and dragged all three of them into a tangled group hug. "You should have told me you were a unicorn Quinn. And you should have even more Rachel. But I'll forgive you both because...Because you guys are gonna make the most beautiful lady babies one day," she paused as though truly moved by her own statement. "This is gonna be the best summer ever."
Santana choked out around Brittany's strangling grip ,"Fuck yeah it is, Britt".
Brittany finally released the girls, who all gasped in deep breaths of air. Santana linked her pinky with Brittany's and lead her back into the dance space. The music became suddenly even louder and Rachel led Quinn through the kitchen and out the back door. It was hot inside and the loud music was starting to get to both girls. The back door accessed a broad balcony jutting out into the backyard. There were three shallow steps that led down onto the grass and Rachel plopped herself down on the top one, dragging Quinn with her.
It was a beautiful night and Quinn breathed in deeply. She could smell fresh cut grass, cool summer air and night jasmine. There was also the intoxicating fragrance that was Rachel Berry. Quinn could smell her shampoo. Something like herbs, chocolate and vanilla all at once. The tequila couldn't hide what must have been her body wash or perfume. Quinn couldn't pinpoint a specific simile for it.
She resisted the urge to bury her face in the other girls hair, but only just. She settled for sitting as close to Rachel as she could. They sat in silence for a while, their arms linked as they looked up at the stars just breathing deep and enjoying the cool night air. Quinn could feel herself sobering up slightly but her buzz was still heavy in her brain as she tried to think of something to say. Rachel finally stopped swaying and started humming to herself. Quinn recognised the tune as the Interpol song she herself had been singing along to earlier.
"I'm surprised you know that song," she murmured quietly.
Rachel stopped humming. "I don't know it. But I have excellent retention for music. I'm humming it back to myself so I can find it again later. I quite enjoyed it. I also liked your singing Quinn. Even if you did go a little sharp. You have a lovely speaking voice and I don't suppose I should be surprised that you can sing as well. Do you sing often?"
Quinn just laughed. "In church sometimes. I haven't had lessons or anything.
Quinn felt inexplicably shy as she tried to find a topic of conversation which could divert them for more than a few short sentences. She was seriously worried that all of those shots she had consumed had caused some instant brain damage or something.
"Did you know that there was an Italian composer once," Quinn started speaking, glad that her words weren't slurred. "Who listened to a mozart symphony just once, like he went to a concert in like Germany or wherever and then went back to Italy and he wrote the sheet music for the symphony. Isn't that amazing. He listened to something once and then went and composed the sheet music for a whole orchestra."
Quinn really wished she could remember more details, like the guys name. Rachel didn't seem to mind as she nodded along.
"I sometimes wish i were a musical genius. I mean obviously I'm talented but I still have to work really hard to achieve my musical ambitions."
Quinn couldn't help but scoff at the girls big headedness. Quinn knew the girl must be have some mad skills to have gotten into a top New York arts school but still there was something like arrogance in the way Rachel talked about her talent.
Rachel pushed herself away from Quinn with an adorable pout. "Did you just laugh at me? Because you haven't even heard me sing yet."
Quinn's smile got wider and the crease between Rachel's eyebrows deepened.
"Fine," she said, drawing completely away from Quinn and down the stairs.
Her heels sank into the grass but she righted herself quickly taking a deep breath.
Quinn's own breath left her body as the first crystal clear notes filled the night. There was still music thumping away inside. Quinn could even feel it vibrating through the floorboards beneath her. But it was irrelevant. All of Quinn's focus was on the girl standing just a few feet in front of her, singing her heart out.
Quinn didn't recognise the song. It didn't matter. The way that Rachel sang, the emotion in her eyes expressed so much depth of feeling. Quinn realised that when Rachel had been talking about her talent she had been practically humble. Quinn was completely blown away. With every verse Quinn felt her heart break only to have it pulled back together again by Rachel's heavenly voice. Quinn was startled when she discovered there were tears welling in her eyes. Even drunk, Rachel was able to move Quinn quite literally to tears.
Quinn felt herself drawn away from the stairs and onto the grass. She could no longer stay seated and she felt her body humming. Quinn was desperate to be closer to Rachel and the distance between them was no longer reasonable. Rachel's voice became softer though no less beautiful as she watched Quinn approached her.
Their eyes locked together for the third time that night.
Quinn could feel her heart hammering. Her breath was shallow as if she had been running.
Rachel stopped singing.
Quinn felt an impulse and followed it, raising one hand to push a stray lock of hair away from Rachel's face.
Rachel's eyes fluttered as Quinn's fingers traced from her ear, and down her jaw to the soft skin just below her lips.
Her fingers dropped from the Rachel's chin to rest lightly against her collarbone.
"You are so beautiful." Quinn had meant to say that her singing was beautiful but her words got lost somewhere on the way to her mouth.
She didn't regret the words as she stared into the shorter girl's eyes. Their bodies were incredibly close and Quinn could swear she could actually see the stars reflected in the deep chocolate eyes.
It was Rachel who finally broke their gaze to glance around Quinn's face. She raised one hand to play with a blonde strand which escaped the locks she had been admiring earlier. Rachel's hand drifted down Quinn's cheek, her palm actually resting against Quinn's jaw. Her fingertips shifted slightly against the fine hair by her temple. Rachel's eyes returned to Quinn's and she smiled.
Quinn's eyes flicked down to Rachel's lips.
Brown eyes flamed brightly as Rachel leaned forward pressing her lips gently against Quinn's. They both shut their eyes a moment before contact.
It was a chaste kiss and they pulled back quickly, their bodies remaining just millimeters apart.
Quinn was sure she could hear Rachel's heart beating.
Suddenly Rachel let out what sounded like a growl and their lips smashed together once again. This time their bodies crashed together as well. Quinn wrapped one arm around rachel's back as the other was trapped between their bodies. Rachel kept one hand on Quinn's jaw but pushed the other into Quinn's hair pulling the girl's mouth harder against her own.
Quinn was lost in a blur of feeling. Rachel felt so amazing against her and she didn't want it to stop. She could feel everything at once as her skin seemed to vibrate and a subtle pulse ran through her fingers. They adjusted their bodies slightly and Quinn wrenched her arm out from between them so she could have both hands wrapped around Rachel. Rachel's hand moved out of Quinn's hair to pull at her hips.
Quinn was glad of the shoes that Santana had put Rachel in as they were tall enough to bring them almost to equal height. It was so different kissing someone at the same height. All of Quinn's boyfriends had been taller than her and she had to stand on her tiptoes to kiss them or risk a crick in her neck. But height was an insignificant factor to consider when Quinn could feel Rachel's body against her own.
Rachel was soft. So soft. Her body molded into Quinn's so perfectly. Her lips were warm and gentle. Quinn's brain was short circuiting. They shifted subtly against each other reveling in the sensations each movement caused. Quinn's thoughts became disjointed as her body overruled any higher brain function.
Rachel's hands drifted past her hips to slide around her waist to her back. Warm gentle hands pressed firmly into Quinn's lower back and it felt incredible. Quinn melted into the touch. When those same hands slid up and threaded into the back of the stringy top she was wearing Quinn nearly lost herself. Holy mother Mary of...something. She had turned completely incoherent even in her own thoughts. And Rachel's hands were now stroking against the bare skin of her back.
The sensation of soft hands against her skin sent heat radiating throughout her body. She was breathing heavily through her nose, unwilling to disconnect from the girl, even to breathe. Quinn tilted her head slightly to deepen the kiss and attempted to pull her even tighter against her body.
The alcohol still streaming through Quinn's system worked both to numb her to her surroundings and to strengthen the sensations caused by the warm, soft body pressed against her own. She barely noticed when Rachel pushed against her gently. Her extremities must have been working autonomously again because suddenly her shoulders were pressed against the vertical rungs holding up the railing of the balcony. It rattled slightly with the impact but nothing could distract the two girls who were so entirely wrapped up in each other.
If the party was still going on Quinn was unaware of it as the only sounds she could hear were her own heart beat and those small sounds emanating occasionally from Rachel. Quinn wanted to hear more and she pushed against Rachel, turning them both so Rachel's back would fall against the railing. Quinn was rewarded with a grunt from the back of Rachel's throat and her heart leaped. She slid her feet further apart and pressed one leg between Rachel's trying to fuse their bodies. They both gasped.
She couldn't stop herself as her tongue slipped out to run along Rachel's lips. They were intoxicating and she needed to know what they tasted like. Rachel parted her lips allowing her tongue to brush against Quinn's. Quinn's heart nearly stopped but she kept going, pressing her tongue gently back against Rachel's. She brushed her tongue past her teeth but didn't press any further. She felt no urgency. Just an intense feeling of rightness. It was so right for Quinn to be here. It was so right for her to be pressed up against this girl the way she was.
They remained locked together, happily brushing lips and tongues. Rachel's hands continued stroking the skin of her back while Quinn's found the bare skin between Rachel's shoulder blades. Quinn's brain registered nothing but the girl she held tightly against her.
It was Santana's voice that finally broke them apart. Quinn dimly registered the sound of the backdoor creaking open but it was the Latina's voice that had her springing away from Rachel's arms. Apparently Santana had been looking for them for a while because she huffed with annoyance when she finally spotted them.
"What the hell are you two doing out here? We're about to play King's Cup and I expect you both to join in."
She was walking towards them and her body was casting a shadow in the light flooding out from the kitchen. Quinn was very suddenly in a panic. She had been making out with Rachel. She had been making out with a girl. Fuck that she had been making out with a girl she would have to work with come Monday. Quinn glanced over at Rachel to see that her hair was disheveled and her lips looked swollen. She imagined she must be sporting a similar look. As soon as Santana stepped out of the light she would see them both and know exactly what they had been doing.
Quinn tried desperately to flatten her hair combing her fingers through it in an attempt to straighten out any kinks. Rachel straightened out her dress, pulling at the hem which had ridden up. Quinn blushed as she realised that it must have been her thigh that pushed the dress up when she had been trying to get her body closer to Rachel's.
Far too soon Santana stepped out of the light and onto the stairs. She stopped when her eyes adjusted enough to see them. A huge grin erupted on her face as she took in their disheveled appearance and guilty faces.
"Well look at what we have here."
AN: Please don't hate me for leaving it there. I'll update soon I promise!