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Quinn stumbled in the door shouting at Rachel, "YOU BITCH! YOU RUINED MY LIFE!" Her eyes smeared with black eyeliner and her words not seeming to affect the tiny brunette who clung to Quinn giggling and rubbing her back.
"I love you Quinnie, you are so adorable!" Rachel slurred as she clung to Quinn. She felt a firm kick in her ass that propelled the two young women through the small door and made them fall. Rachel landed on Quinn and Quinn let out a groan.
"While some of us get a break I have to work straight through the holidays girls." Kurt said. He stepped over the tangle of women and marched to his respective room, not before turning back to see the two women pawing at each other like wild animals and muttering unitelligible words. He hoped Santana would have fun with these two emotional wrecks. Kurt rolled his eyes thinking to himself about how much Rachel Berry had stopped caring about being a diva. She just wanted to pass her classes now. Classes and getting revenge on that hunk Brody for screwing the dance teacher even though he had specifically stated he wanted the small diva, or the small girl. Kurt sat down on his bed and thought about what it was like to be in love. He thought of Blaine, in Lima, Ohio, probably with Sebastian, or another cute guy, and not thinking of Kurt at all. Kurt sighed and started his night time ritual.
Meanwhile the two girls had stumbled up and Quinn had grabbed Rachel, "Rachel..." she breathed out. Rachel was unsteady in her arms and wobbling. "Rachel, please answer..." Quinn remember what she had shouted as they came in the apartment. She couldn't really remember why, she was just drunk, and mad, and wanted to shout at things, like the telephone pole, or the cab driver that resembled Puck. Though no cab driver appreciated being accused of impregnating some random chick off the street... Focus Quinn! Quinn thought to herself. She looked at the girl swaying in her arms, and sighed. Rachel looked so out of it, Quinn wasn't all there herself.
Rachel just watched Quinn think. Quinn's hazel eyes out of focus and her hair all a muck. Rachel reached out and touched it, or tried, she was to swayish, she just wanted to hug the heck out of someone. When she tried to kiss Kurt he had pulled away screeching about woman jerms. She had just wanted to show him he was cool too...she was drunk though. Rachel dimly remember Finn once describing the drunk girls to her. Quinn was the angry girl drunk, and she was the needy type. But she thought she was just fun, not needy. (Kurt was now agreeing with Finn as he laid down in his bed and remembered the lick Rachel had slobbered on his cheek claiming they were now besties for westies, whatever that meant) Rachel glanced back at the blond who was holding her up and smiled. She remembered Brody slipping them the drinks and winking, then walking away. She remembered the room starting to spin as the drinks kept coming, and she remembered Kurt finding them and calling them a cab home. She remembered Quinn arguing with the mohawked cab driver and then yelling at Rachel. But now Rachel just wanted to cuddle, which is why she grabbed Quinn and pulled the blond down to her level.
"Rach what the hell are you doing?" Quinn asked, she tried to pull away but Rachel's grip was iron tight and those warm brown eyes were melting the girl. "Rach?" Quinn felt all the emotions she had been building up, hiding her feelings about Rachel for all this time, and come out as the brunettes warm breath reached her neck. Quinn could hardly stand being this close to the brunette and not reacting. She leaned forward and kissed Rachel Berry.
Rachel gasped and didn't break away from the kiss, she froze, and then melted into Quinn's form, pulling herself up to hungrily stroke Quinn's long hair and bite her perfectly soft lips. Rachel let out a small grunt and pulled Quinn over to her bedroom door, Quinn followed never breaking the make out session, her hands roaming the brunettes small body. Soon they fell on Rachel's big bed and were going at it hard.
Kurt woke up to cries of pleasure from two females and sat their shocked. He got up with out thinking, grabbed his coat, slipped on shoes, and walked out the door saying, "Rachel Berry and Quinn Fabray, Faberry indeed." shaking his head.
Early and bright, the birds chirping...no it was the sirens running, Rachel opened her eyes and lay there, no memories of last night hitting her yet. Her eyes were blurred and she couldn't see. All she could do was feel weight on top of her. She looked down to see Quinn's blond head, and remembered they had to share a bed for now. Rachel went to move Quinn off of her nicely, and felt bareskin. Rachel panicked, Did Q fall asleep naked? Did I? Rachel lifted up the covers and peaked underneath to see two intertwined nude bodies...and screamed.
Santana got out of the cab and looked up at the building, then took a deep breath and made her way inside, them up a lot of stairs, outside of the address known as Rachel Berry's, she rang the buzzer and waited...
Quinn meanwhile jumped up at the sound of Rachel's scream, and felt her nakedness against Rachel's and grinned. Rachel saw the grin and stood up fully, uncovered and Quinn took the sight in until Rachel shook her head and grabbed the blanket to cover up, leaving Quinn naked. Quinn flushed red. "Rachel what the hell?" Quinn said loudly, another buzz went off and both girls looked torward the door...
"I have to go answer that, then we talk, if I remember correctly, I do not remember a thing..." Rachel said...her eyes closed and shaking her head as she turned around. She dropped the blanket and grabbed the pink satin robe hanging off of the door and opened up her bedroom tying the robe around herself and walked out of the bedroom over to her front door. She opened it to see the latina...Santana Lopez and her jaw dropped.
"Santana what are you doing here?"
"I said I wanted to come visit...are you going to let me in or look all sexy in that pink robe?"
"I appreciate the compliment."
"I hate the color pink." Santana walked in as Rachel stepped aside and shut the door. "This is it Berry?"
"Welcome." Rachel muttered. She shot a look over to here room and Santana followed her glance.
"Shit, Berry do you have someone over?" Santana said. She looked over at the door and then back at Rachel, in nothing but a pink robe... and grinned, "Berry you dawg! Is he cute? Have you talked about him? I know I'm a total lesbo, but me wants in on this, and me wants in on this now."
"Well they are quite attractive I suppose, and well...you don't want in on this Santana." Rachel shook her head and frowned. "Just let me go in and let them out, and maybe you can close your eyes as they leave?" Santana stared at her and Rachel shook her head realizing what she had just admitted to and realizing Quinn had no escape now.
"Rachel are you for real? I won't embarrass you in front of him, I'm not that bad...I think it's good you're moving on." Santana said softly. "I need to do the same with Britt, so don't let me be the one to ruin your good time. I'll just sit here and make myself some coffee..." Santana walked over to the kitchen area and searched for coffee ingredients, "And I'll go bother Q...she has to want to hear about this, you two are like inseparable now." Santana smiled at the small diva and nodded to let her know that she truly meant no harm and wouldn't embarrass her, but that was only because Santana had no idea that Quinn was behind that door and listening to this with fear in her stomach.
Quinn ran back to the bed and searched under it for her suitcase, she pulled out a pair of sweats and an old cheerios t shirt which she hastily threw on, then she threw her messy hair into a pony tail and stared at the wall for a minute as she listened to Rachel stammer and stutter. Quinn made a decision.
"He just can't...Santana it is a bit complicated, I just feel like...see...uh, well,-" Rachel stopped talking as someone hugged her from behind.
"Hi Rach, Santana, that man...was me." Quinn murmured. She kept her arms around Rachel as Rachel paled and stared agape at Quinn. Santana raised her eyebrow and just nodded. Santana understood that when being caught with a girl, forced out in the open, it was best not to react to wildly.
"Hey Q, hows Yale?" Santana asked. She was shocked, and had to bite back a lot of sarcastic remarks, but the look on Rachel's face reminded her of her own face when she was outed by Finnocence and some jerk who put up an advertisement, reminded her of how her grandmother had kicked her out and still wouldn't answer her calls, reminded her of Brittany.
"Good...how is school for you?" Quinn asked. She was still wrapped around the small diva, and the diva made no move to separate herself from Quinn.
"I need to talk to Berry about that actually, and you too, after all you two are my closest friends." Santana said. She let out a sigh.
"Okay we should sit down. Come on Rach, lets sit together here..." the two girls walked to some stools and pulled them close together, and sat down. Rachel looked surprised and like she wanted to say something but couldn't think of the words...Quinn just kept holding Rachel. Quinn had to, if she let go she was afraid that Rachel would turn around and yell at her, reject her, call her a pretty face with no personality, call her fat, whatever, Quinn just held on to the small girl who made no move to get away.
Santana peered at the two intertwined women with confusion, but took a deep breath and began her story to some sympathetic ears.
Brittany held Lydia's hand as they stood in the big city, and stared up at it, "We should dance." She said to Lydia who rolled her eyes.
"No Britt we should call Santana. We have no idea where the fuck to go!"
"No Lydia we need to get a motel, like in the movies, I can't see her yet." Brittany said quietly. She still needed to work up the courage to face the woman she loved. She remembered the last time they had come to NYC for nationals, the year that Finn and Rachel kissing had lost the Nationals, and Quinn had cried in the arms of Santana claiming to be in love with Finn, and how Santana had looked over Quinn's sobbing form to her and had a sad look on her face. When Santana was sad, Brittany felt her world crashing and burning. Her senses would just overload and she would have to find a way to desensitize herself, she would stare at the television for hours while Sam basically did her homework for her. She had not been so well since Santana had broken up with her.
Brittany had stared at the phone for hours hoping for Santana to call, she had looked through the old pictures, and kept replaying the last song Santana had sung her in her mind. Tears came, even though she hated crying. Brittany fell apart. She would lay down in her bed and picture Santana's arms around her, and Santana's lips on her neck murmuring the words, "I love you more than anything Brittany." The words she used to whisper, but took back when she left. Brittany choked back her tears and looked at the skinny girl with spiky hair sitting next to her. "I had a hard time letting go, and now I need her back, she's like...my drug or something."
"Drugs." Lydia muttered, she stared out at the vast city and said, "I've dealt with drugs, you had a heart break my love, not a withdrawal, trust me." Lydia looked down at her scuffed boots and Brittany remained silent beside her. "I was into some drugs okay? I was into a person so much, that when they left, I almost died, I had to go through steps, just to forget her. But she came back, she always does."
"Santana never did though, and maybe she's like my coffee in the morning, because I love coffee, with sprinkles. So...maybe it's like the same, maybe? I had to climb steps to leave her too..." Brittany said finally after the akward silence, she put her hand on Lydia's shoulder and the warmth spread over Lydia who looked up at the innocent, blue eyed girl next to her in a cheerleading uniform.
"Maybe Britt, maybe. Aren't you cold in that?" Lydia nodded at the uniform.
"To be honest, since San left, not really...I just go through the motions of being cold, see I can shiver?" Brittany shivered dramatically and Lydia laughed.
"I know Britt, lets go get some food, and find that hotel..." the two girls walked arm in arm down the city street and each thought of a woman who was once there but was now gone. Only Brittany knew that Santana had to come back, after all, they shared everything, soulmates.