I want to thank to everyone who reacted to the previous chapter, it's you who keep me writing!
I had some issues about this new chapter and I had to rewrite it although I'm still not sure if I like the result...so read it and let me know if I didn't ruin it. You'll see what I mean in the end.
Oh, and I got a question about writing some chapters from Rachel's point of view (thank you for the question)...do you think I should? I originally intended to reveal Rachel's thoughts when the girls get together (if they ever will;)) but it may be good for the story to put some insight now...what do you think?
Twenty minutes after her talk with the mirror Quinn and the girls are sitting in some coffee bar.
To say that the things are weird is the understatement.
Rachel has been talking about one of their numbers for Nationals since they left the hotel and no one has stopped her yet.
Not even Santana.
Instead the girl hasn't said a word.
And now she is staring blankly in front of herself and doesn't obviously pay any attention to what is going on around her.
Brittany is sitting bolt upright on the chair and her face is beaming while she's listening to every word that Rachel says.
Okay, maybe that isn't that weird considering that it's Brittany.
But weirder things are only about to happen.
Rachel stops talking for few seconds to drink her tea and Brittany turns to Santana.
"Sanny, will you get me some chocolate?"
Santana finally stops staring blankly and smiles at her girlfriend.
"Sure."
"Whipped," Quinn laughs.
And then it happens.
She doesn't get any response.
Normally, she would have a dagger on her throat at the moment but Santana doesn't seem affected by that at all.
"And bring something to others," Brittany squeezes Santana's hand as the girl gets up from her chair.
"Okay," she answers. "Q, do you want something?"
"Your womanhood."
"Okay," Santana says and Quinn's mouth falls agape because of the lack of reaction from the girl and she is one hundred percent sure now that there is something wrong with her.
"And you, ehm, R-, I mean, Be-, ehm, B-Rachel?"
Quinn's eyes almost pop out because of the way how Santana stutters and when she meets the diva's eyes, she can see that she's not the only one surprised.
"Can I get the banana in chocolate?" Rachel finally says to which she gets only quick nod from Santana and the girl is gone in a second.
"What did just happen?" Rachel asks meeting Quinn's eyes again in the same state of surprise.
"I have no idea," Quinn answers. "Brittany, did you make sure of what I asked you for?"
"Yeah, don't worry, we both have our underwear. What about you, Quinn? You seem even hornier to me than before."
Damn Brittany and her sixth sense.
Especially when it gains a chuckle from Rachel and Quinn can't even deny it because her reddening cheeks are probably telling the truth now.
"Eh, that's not the point, Britt. So what is wrong with Santana? Does she have something...stuck in again? Because you promised me not to do that when I'm around," Quinn warns.
"No, it's not that," Brittany waves her hand, "we stopped doing that after one family dinner when Santana ca-"
"Brittany!"
"Oh, okay, back to the topic. I'm so glad that I can tell you now when San is gone. That's actually the reason why I sent her for some chocolate. I can tell you this and we will get a dessert, it's double win."
"Yeah, you're smart lady, Britt," Rachel smiles, "now tell us."
Brittany leans across the table.
"Okay, but you can't tell San that I told you because she can get mad then."
"I swear to my DVD of Funny girl," Rachel raises her hand.
Then the two girls turn to Quinn.
"Oh, yeah, hmm…I swear to…Mr. Cuddles," she says the first thing that crosses her mind.
She gets a questioning look from Rachel.
"What?"
"Mr. Cuddles?" Rachel asks and smirks in a way that is normally the royal property of one Quinn Fabray.
Now Quinn can see what impact this flirty raising of eyebrows has.
"What's wrong with Mr. Cuddles? He's my stuffed dog that I sleep with, he's valuable just the same as your Funny girl, if not more."
"You sleep with stuffed animal?"
Oh crap, too much information.
"No?" Quinn tries to cover what she just said.
Rachel laughs and nudges her arm.
"Don't worry, we won't tell anyone. And Brittany is now going to tell us about Santana's weird behaviour."
Brittany squeaks that she is allowed to tell the story finally.
"Well, Santana came back to the bath yesterday and she was weird. She didn't talk and she just had this blank stare. Then she took me out of the bath in her arms and pushed me against the sink and ran her tongue-"
"Ouch, Britt, skip that part!" Quinn pleads.
"Okay. Then she took me to the bed where she straddled my waist and started grinding-"
"That part, too!"
"Okay, but there's not much fun telling the story then," Brittany frowns. "So I asked San this morning to tell me what made her such orgasm-hunter and she didn't want to tell me at first. Of course, I know, what's working on her and I brought her almost to the climax-"
"No!"
"How am I supposed to say it then?"
"Just try to use some words like 'I tried to make her coffee' or something like that so it's not that painful for my ears," Quinn whines to which she gets a pinch in her shoulder from the brunette. "What did I do?"
But Rachel ignores her whining and smiles at Brittany.
"Continue, Britt."
"Well…how to say it not to make Quinn angry…yeah, so I baked the cake and I can say that I'm really good at baking. And Santana really likes my cakes and can't get enough of them and she wants to eat them all the time. So I baked her a cake and took it out of the oven before it could be finished. And she was so hungry and wanted the cake to be finished that she couldn't do anything else than to tell me what happened to her."
"Which was?"
"She got so aroused when she saw you naked in your bathroom yesterday, Rachel. Like really aroused. From what I heard you have a hot body."
"What?"
"What?"
Both Rachel and Quinn squeak at the same time.
"Yeah. Santana told me that and I gave her mind-blowing orgasm afterwards. Oh, I mean really, really good cake. Sorry, Quinn."
That is certainly not what is weird about the information.
But Brittany doesn't notice the surprised expressions on other girl's faces and continues.
"I actually wanted to talk about it with you, Rachel. Will you let me see you naked, too?"
More squeaks of 'what' fill the coffee bar.
"Don't worry, I can also be naked if that's what makes you nervous," Brittany puts a reassuring hand on Rachel's.
"Ehm, that's not it, Britt," Rachel answers and sinks back to the chair covering herself in her arms. "I expected Santana more likely to use that event in the bathroom for throwing some insults at me. I would never expect that."
Brittany smiles at her.
"Well, you can see that Santana can't deny that you're pretty, Rach. She could pretend till yesterday but now she has clear image how you look like naked. And please, let me see, Santana's description was good but not enough," Brittany jumps on the chair impatiently.
But that's just enough for Quinn.
First of all, she won't ever have a cake again.
And she doesn't like this conversation at all.
She still hopes that she only imagines it.
Because there is no way that her Rachel is being discussed like this here.
Her Rachel?
Okay, she can deal with addressing the brunette hers later after she sorts this out.
"But Britt," Quinn tries to put some sense on the girl, "you react in wrong way. You should be angry at Santana."
"Why?"
"Because she saw another girl naked, duh!"
Brittany thinks about it for few seconds and shakes her head in negative.
"No, I'm not jealous. I know that Santana still thinks that I'm the hottest girl and I think the same about her. But it doesn't mean that we are not interested in other people's bodies. And we discussed Rachel's body so I'm glad that it fulfilled our assumptions that Rachel has smoking body. I'm just sad that I haven't seen it yet," Brittany makes a sad face like a puppy.
And Quinn is pretty sure that the world is crazy because Rachel puts her hand on Brittany's now.
"Don't be sad, Britt. We can think of something."
And the blonde squeaks with joy and brings the brunette in a hug.
Quinn stays staring at the girls as they get back to their chairs and turns to Rachel.
"Are you serious, Rachel?"
"Why not?" the brunette smiles.
"You will strip off for Britt just like that? Just because she asked you to?"
"I don't see a problem with that. Seeing me naked caused Santana to call me B-Rachel. It's still not Rachel but I guess, I can't have everything. And who knows what can seeing me naked bring me from Britt? Or from you?" Rachel winks at her. "Of course, only if you ask me to do it."
And Quinn gets lost because the image of it gets on her mind.
What can Rachel get from her if she can see her naked?
Everything she wants.
"You don't have such impact on everyone," Quinn eventually says.
"You want to challenge me, Quinn?" Rachel asks.
And her smirk is back.
Quinn wants to smirk, too and say something but she can't think of anything and her eyebrows just don't go the way she wants them.
God, she was robbed of her smirk by Rachel Berry!
And then nervously looking Santana comes back with few desserts and puts them on the table.
"Thank you, Santana," Rachel smiles at the girl to which she gets weak smile back. "How much do I owe you?"
"It's on me," Santana says and sits on her chair and gets back to her blank stare.
Rachel shots a meaningful look towards Quinn and starts eating her banana in chocolate.
"Oh, how rude of me. Does someone want a half of my dessert?" she asks.
Brittany shakes her head as no for both her and Santana who are sharing one chocolate bar together.
Quinn doesn't want to talk to the brunette.
She knows that she has no reason to be mad at her but she can't help it.
Then she feels Rachel nudging her arm and turns to her.
"Hm?"
"Do you want some, Quinn?"
"No, thank you. I can get my own without stripping off," Quinn says to Rachel when she sees that Santana and Brittany can't hear them.
Rachel frowns but then nudges Quinn's arm again.
"Oh, come on, Ms. LittleFrownie! It's not like that and you know it. And I won't get naked for Britt, I just wanted to calm her down with something. Now open your mouth, I'll share my banana with chocolate with you. Or chocolate covering banana. It depends on which way you prefer to say it."
And Quinn can't help it and gives up.
"That's a really lame joke, Rachel," she giggles.
"I wouldn't even call it a joke but it worked on you," Rachel smiles back. "Now open your mouth, the chocolate's melting. We don't have to be both like pigs."
And Quinn knows that it's not good idea.
But after so much stress of talking about Rachel being seen naked by Santana and Brittany forcing her to get naked for her too, Quinn needs some chocolate to calm down her nerves.
It's not because Rachel feeding her is making wonders to her belly in another way.
Not at all!
And before she realizes it, Rachel's really feeding her.
She takes the last bit and smiles.
She survives getting the chocolate without having real problems with it.
But the problem is just about to show up in the form of Rachel's fingers covered by the chocolate.
And a really smart thought runs through Quinn's mind.
Isn't it rude to leave the girl's fingers dirty after she gave her half of her dessert?
She should do something for her in exchange.
And before she has a chance to realize that her decision isn't made by her brain but more likely by her crotch she leans in and wants to envelope the brunette's fingers with her lips.
But shortly before getting to her goal Rachel's fingers vanish and reach the second best alternative, Rachel's own mouth.
Quinn gulps because nothing about it is in the rules.
She is proud of herself not letting her stare slip under the brunette's waist for more than half an hour which is good job.
Yeah, it is good job! Have you seen Rachel thigh's? It's pretty amazing job to avoid them for half an hour.
But this is something that Quinn's rules don't count with.
Rachel catches her stare and smiles.
"You like it?" she asks licking last finger.
Quinn loves it!
And Quinn is not talking about the dessert now.
But she only nods because she knows that once opening her mouth she won't be able to stop telling all the obscenities that she wants to do to the girl.
She looks around the coffee bar if someone noticed that her heart is probably not beating any more.
But then she sees Santana having her blank stare again and something in Quinn's head clicks and her heart is suddenly pumping the blood furiously in her veins.
She can't believe that she didn't see it before.
Santana's blank stare is actually not blank at all.
Instead her stare is really focused on one specific spot.
And this spot is Rachel's breasts.
And when Quinn fully realizes it she sees red.
She wants to say something.
She wants to rip Santana's eyes off Rachel's breasts and claim the girl hers.
She almost stands up and does something.
She even contemplates twisting her ankle on purpose just to break the eye-on-the-breasts contact.
Then she feels a hand on her forehead and when she notices that it belongs to her favourite brunette she leans into the touch.
It soothes her a little.
"Quinn, you're heating. Don't you have a fever?"
But Quinn doesn't really hear her because she is still watching Santana whose eyes never leave Rachel.
She tries to focus on the soothing hand on her forehead but it only helps her to bark and not to scream the words that she wants to say.
"Santana, stop it," she gets out through clenched teeth.
"What?" the girl answers without paying real attention.
"Stop it!"
"Hm?"
"Santana!"
"What is it?"
"Stop staring at Rachel's boobs!"
And here it is.
Quinn can't let it go.
She promised to Brittany not to say anything about her telling the 'secret' but this goes behind all her limits.
But Santana only shakes her head.
"I'm not doing that."
And she doesn't move her head or eyes at all.
"Yes, you're doing it right now!"
And then Rachel's assuring hand vanishes from Quinn's forehead because she notices Santana's stare now, too and tries to cover herself.
"Santana, you didn't have enough yesterday?" she asks.
"No."
"Brittany, tell something to your girlfriend," Quinn whines because she doesn't really know how to stop this.
"Oh, c'mon, it's not that bad. And I can't do anything about the fact that Rachel has hot body. If she just lets me see it," Brittany jumps on the chair again with hope. "I'm just curious what she is hiding behind these funny sweaters. I always knew that she is hiding hot body. It's like she's hiding the truth there. It's the same as you, Quinn, are the member of Celibacy Club but once you'll find the right person you will be an animal in bed."
Quinn only opens her mouth and waits for some words to come out.
"I-I'm not...what did you say?"
"Just wait, Quinn. It's just the question of the time when you'll admit that you're le-"
"Lame!" Santana eventually speaks for the first time that morning without stuttering. "Lame that she keeps her legs tied together and not using them for having some fun. It would help all of us because she wouldn't be like this having stick or something in her butt all the time."
And Quinn tries to take in everything that Santana says but her brain is working really slowly now.
Was Brittany going to say that she is lesbian?
What...how...since when does she think something like that about her?
Is Quinn so obvious?
And although she was mad at Santana just few seconds ago for staring at Rachel's breasts, she actually feels some gratitude towards the girl now because she stopped Brittany from telling something that Quinn wasn't ready to hear.
It's one thing thinking about Rachel in her head but it's something completely different to hear it being spoken out loud.
Before she realizes it Brittany excuses herself to the bathroom and wants Rachel to join her.
Rachel doesn't want to go at first because she still thinks that Quinn has fever but she can't say noBrittany for long.
Quinn gets out of her paralyzed state only when she sees Santana turning around on her chair.
The blonde follows the direction of her stare and starts fuming again.
Santana obviously watches their two friends going to the bathroom and she turns back to the table humming.
And Quinn's gratitude towards the girl is over.
"I hope, you're only ogling your girlfriend."
"What? Why?"
"Because you're supposed to be faithful," Quinn snaps.
"I am faithful. It's not cheating when you appreciate the curves of someone else's body. And what I can say...the girl's body is one hot piece of meat," Santana smirks and drifts off dreamily probably imagining what she saw in the bathroom yesterday.
It seems that Santana is back to her bitchy-side when Rachel is not around.
And if the jealous monster in Quinn was relatively calm (What? Calm? Just relatively! Not really...) till now, it reaches its peak now.
She slams her fists on the table and stands up.
"Santana! Don't you ever talk like that again!"
But Santana only sits more comfortably on the chair and arches her eyebrows at Quinn.
"Oh, come on! It would be a shame not to talk about Rachel's boobs. Her dark nipples were standing there for me asking to suck them-"
"Santana!"
"What? I would suck them together with Britt so it's not cheating."
"Stop it already!"
"What?"
"You know what!"
And they stare at each other waiting who will look away first.
"Okay, I know what," Santana gives up. "But I have to ask you, Q. Why?"
"Because...," Quinn tries to make up some reason, "...because it's not fair to Brittany."
Santana laughs.
"Poor try, Quinn. I'm pretty sure that Britt is persuading Rachel to strip off for her right now."
"Then it's rather humiliating towards women to consider them as the subjects that are only exposed for your filthy stare," Quinn tries again.
"What the hell? I didn't catch single word of your speech, Q. I only heard 'it's rather shit shit shit'," Santana says.
Quinn lets out a heavy sigh and sits back on her chair.
"Just stop then," she breathes out looking down at her shaking hands.
Santana looks like she's contemplating her next move if she wants to continue in her fun but instead she decides for the other option and leans across the table closer to Quinn.
"Q, tell me the real reason why I should stop and I will."
"I told you," Quinn mumbles.
"No, you didn't. I only heard a coward talking about shit," Santana opposes.
"You know what, Santana? Fuck you!" Quinn growls and looks away from the girl.
She's fuming.
And then something unexpected happens.
Santana covers Quinn's shaking hands with her own.
"Q, I-"
"Don't!" Quinn snaps.
"I only wanted to-" Santana starts again squeezing Quinn's hands tight.
"Just leave me alone, Santana!"
Santana looks at the girl examining her and then gets back to her chair.
"Okay, if you want. But don't think that I'll be a good girl."
And she doesn't get any response because two other girls are already back.
They want to go shopping but Quinn doesn't feel well.
She needs to hide somewhere with her own head.
She wants to claim Rachel hers but she can't do it at the same time.
Until now everything was just nice teasing that caused warm butterflies in Quinn's stomach.
But this is something else.
She is supposed to make that one big step and she isn't sure if she can make it.
And it's so damn confusing that her head feels like exploding every second.
She tells the girls that she will head back to the hotel.
"I'll go with you, Quinn," Rachel insists.
"No, go with Satan and Britt, Rachel. Enjoy the day in New York," Quinn snarls although she knows that the girl didn't do anything wrong.
"But I want to go with you. I shouldn't let you be alone when you don't feel well. It's the fever, right?"
"No, just go."
"But-"
"Please," Quinn breathes out desperately and Rachel probably understands and nods.
Then she speeds up to catch the girls and Quinn can go back to the hotel alone now.
She isn't sure how many minutes or hours she is there, laying in the bed without moving.
She wants to cry but she can't.
She wants to scream but there's no relief in that for her.
So she just lays there and she feels like drowning in something that she can't really put a name on.
And she need something to hold onto but nothing comes.
But then she hears the doors moving and the small brunette comes into her sight.
She puts all bags on the floor and approaches the bed.
"I-I'm probably not as good as Mr. Cuddles," she stutters nervously, "but I can give some seriously good hugs and-"
And Quinn understands what the girl is trying to ask her. Or rather give her.
She can't fight it anymore so she raises one arm from the bed and before she can blink the brunette is laying next to her caressing her cheek.
Quinn just stares at her and puts her arm around her waist.
And Rachel understands and doesn't ask for explanation.
They are laying there just like that.
And Quinn thinks for a moment that maybe this is exactly what she needs to stop drowning. This is what she can hold onto. The thing that she was scared the most of.
That's it for now. I originally wanted to keep the story light and funny but I guess, this needed to be done more seriously and that's the thing that I'm not that sure about. So hopefully, I didn't screw up going this way with the story.
Any thoughts, ideas and opinions are welcomed!