The Beatles: Summer Flings

by maykayy

It's the summer after high school has officially ended for one Quinn Fabray and her fellow seniors. The time spent during summer has to be a memorable one, and who to make it memorable for her than the New Directioners and the Dalton boys themselves? A Quinn/Jeff summer fic.

6. She's So Heavy

Here is part five-point-two of a five-part Fanfic, the last chapter to this fic that I have grown to love so much! (':

I do not own anything of Glee; make no money from the stories; the original characters belong to the creators, producers, and scriptwriters. Any events related to real life are purely coincidental.

Special appearances by CP Coulter's original Dalton characters in alphabetical order: Bancroft, Justin; Brightman, Ethan; Brightman, Evan; Houston, Dwight; van Kamp, Reed.

Song used in this chapter credited: For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert; A Little Piece of Heaven by Avenged Sevenfold.

I now present to you part two of five of The Beatles: Summer Flings.

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"SURPRISE!" the room burst into a yell just as the door swung open to reveal a roomful of New Directioners, Warblers, and Dalton boys.

Jeff stood rooted to the spot, completely shell-shocked and at a loss for words; his jaw was hanging open, brown eyes as wide as saucers. The grip he had on Quinn's hand had slackened and had fallen to his side.

"Wh- How- Wh-" he was stammering, still staring at the people in the room. They were all grinning at him and, also obviously waiting for him to recollect himself.

"Close your mouth, Sterling. You'll catch flies," Quinn giggled by his side. She gently pushed up his lower jaw like he had done with her before whilst dragging him into the room where its occupants evidently surrounded the boy in honour. Everyone offered words of congratulatory and expressed their happiness for him, among others.

"You sneaky lad, you. Thought we wouldn't find out, did you?" Justin Bancroft said in his Cockney accent, clapping Jeff on the back once.

Wes and David, too, congratulated their fellow Warbler. "Congratulations on Yale, buddy!" they cried.

"This is your Yale acceptance party!" said Quinn with a laugh. She had materialized to his side after greeting some of her friends. "Do you like it? I mean, you don't mind, do you? I sort of turned our date into a party," she said, unsure. She was worrying her bottom lip in guilt again.

"Hey, no, of course not. Don't worry about it," he reassured her with a quick hug. Then, with a grin, he said, "You're the first to throw me a surprise party, ever. Thank you." He enveloped her in another hug.

"You are most welcome. Speaking of welcome-" She pointed to the door. "It looks like the Tweedles managed to get out of the room."

True to her word, the twins were standing by the doorway, talking to a very frustrated and grumpy-looking Dwight, who was currently lining the doorway with salt. With the advantage of height, Jeff could see that twins' clothes were rumpled and slightly dusty, if angled just right in the light of the room. He was mildly surprised that they actually managed to think properly without getting frustrated the whole time they were trapped in the room.

"Yep, cousin, we actually got out," they said in unison, popping up behind Jeff. The older boy jumped.

"Didn't help our clothes, though-"

"-seeing as se had to slide our way out."

"But we gotta hand it to you: that was a smart move," they ended together with identical grins on their lips.

Quinn put a restraining hand on each of the twins' chests. "No more antics for the day. Today is Jeff's day, so don't ruin this for him, or you'll have me to answer to," she warned them. She bore a glower that made the twins wince and back up a step. "Got it?" she asked. There was also a slight malice to her voice. The twins gulped audibly and blended into -or towered over- the crowd.

"Well, that's a first," Jeff said with amazement by her side. "They actually backed away."

"You mean they've never done that before?"

"Once- they had a Russian no-nonsense nanny that scared the crap out of them when they were four or so- old enough to load Nerf guns, actually. Audrey had their parents fire the woman in the end, and she practically raised them herself after that," Jeff explained. He was watching the twins. He sighed- though it wasn't a frustrated one. "Audrey's really special."

"That's-" A pause. "Really scary," she said after deciding on the right adjective. "But I want to meet Audrey more than ever now." She took ahold of his hand and dragged him to the dais where the projector screen was. "C'mon, I'd like to formally introduce the party." Jeff followed her onstage, smiling, and took the proffered microphone she held out to him. She picked up another, pushing the switch on, and tapped it a few times. The room silenced and turned to the stage as the sounds echoed throughout the room.

Quinn cleared her throat and began. "Thank you all for coming here tonight. I know some of you may have wondered why you were invited here." She scanned the room and saw that many were nodding in agreement, while some held questioning expressions. Others simply knew already. "Well, since most of you have attended the acceptance party that my dear friend, Kurt-" she gestured to the aforementioned boy standing by the snack bar. "Had organised for me, I am now doing the same for Jeff here." She turned to the blonde standing onstage with her. "Would you like to tell your esteemed guests yourself, or should I?"

Chuckling, he turned to the crowd. "I got accepted into Yale."

With that, the room burst into applause, some catcalled, some whistled, some whooped in the shared happiness.

"Before the party officially begins, I'd like to say, congratulations to Jeff, on your acceptance to such a prestigious school as Yale." The attendees cheered once more, followed by a chorus of "Hear, hear!" and "To Jeff!"

Beside her, Jeff was wearing the goofiest grin. His cheeks were tinted a light shade of pink from all the attention he was getting from his guests. He raised the microphone in he had gripped in his hand. "I'd just like to thank Quinn-" He grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to him as the room whooped. "You sneaky girl, for throwing me this party. You all-" He faced the crowd. "For attending-"

"-get on with it! I want to sing!" someone shouted from the back of the room. The attendees burst into laughter.

"-and I'd like to start with the first song," finished Jeff. "Sorry, dude, but guest of honour first," he added with a shrug to the person who had interjected earlier.

Jeff sifted through the collection of CDs by the DVD player and slid in a disc while Quinn hopped offstage to join her friends lounging on the couch nearby. He could hear their whispered conversation.

"Are you and Jeff like, an item?" Mercedes queried.

"Officially?" Rachel added.

He heard Santana scoff. "Official or not, let's just hope Queen Bee here can stay loyal enough for prep boy there."

"Santana!"

"What? She's ch-"

"Shut up, Santana. Grant her this one moment's of happiness, will you?" Mercedes bit back.

"Besides, he's good for her," said Tina. "Are you happy, Quinn?"

"I am. Happy, I mean," he heard the quiet reply. He swore he could hear the smile in her voice.

He couldn't help but bear a smile himself as the opening music of his selected song filled the room through the speakers. But why hadn't she answered her friends when asked if the both of them were together? He frowned a little until he caught her eyes. Okay, then, this is it, he thought to himself as he smiled warmly at her. Aloud, "Quinn, this is for you," he said into the microphone with a wink.

Those gathered cheered, and Jeff started:

"I want you,
I want you so bad, babe,
I want you,
I want you so bad,
It's driving me mad,
It's driving me mad,"

His brown eyes never left Quinn's hazel-green ones. He meant every word that left his lips and hoped that she knew it, too.

"She's so heavy,
She's so heavy,
Heavy, heavy, heavy,"

Every emotion, every feeling that was going through his body at that very moment was laced around the simplicity of the lyrics. Every thought he ever had centralised around this petite blonde girl that drove him to the brink of near craziness every time she was around him since the very day he literally bumped into her in the library.

At the close of the song, the room broke into applause, but he couldn't hear anyone right now. All he could see Quinn blushing in the most adorable shade of red ever, and she was smiling shyly up at him from beneath eyelashes. The next words that left his lips sent his heart pounding furiously in his chest and he was sure that it was amplified through the microphone.

"Quinn Fabray, will you be my girlfriend?"

With that being said, the room cheered again; the thunderous noise was deafening. Rachel and Brittany were screaming and clutching a very red-in-the-face girl in question, Mercedes and Tina were going "Aww!" and Santana simply rolled her eyes at the cheesiest proposal ever, though there was a smile on her lips. The Dalton boys were whooping so loudly Jeff was sure that his mother heard it from the conservatory.

"What's your answer, Fabray?" Blaine called from the punch bowl. All eyes turned to the blushing girl, anticipating, waiting.

"Yes."

Jeff let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in as the room burst into loud cheers. She said yes!

"Yes," she said again, louder and more confident this time.

Jeff flew down the dais and caught Quinn, who was forcibly pushed to a stand by her friends, before she tripped and fall face first onto the floor. Before she could regain her balance, he had caught her lips in a kiss so soft he was sure she couldn't feel it.

But she did, because she kissed him right back as she pressed her body against his, closing the gap between them whilst her arms snaked around his neck to deepen the kiss further.

"Let's keep this party strictly PG13, alright, guys?" someone yelled.

"Alright, gang!" someone was talking into a microphone. "If I could so kindly have your attention, please?" There was a sharp screeching of feedback, and the music stopped, everyone's attention turned to the speaker, David, on stage. Murmurs could be heard throughout the room, but David continued:

"It's time for duets!" David yelled to the room, pumping a fist into the air. Cheers erupted through the crowd in support of impromptu performances. "Okay, okay, settle down, kids." he continued. "We have rules, too, you know." At that, the crowd groaned, to which David laughed at.

Wes jumped on stage, grabbing the microphone from his best friend. "No, come on, guys. Listen up," he grinned, catching each person's eyes. "Rule one: you can pick any genre of your choice. Sing out your own rendition of it, whatever," he said, waving a hand flippantly. "However-" A pause as his eyes scanned the room. "No Bieber, no One Direction, and absolutely no Rebecca Black." The crowd whooped in agreement. "We-" he gestured to himself, David, and Blaine, who was grinning by the couch. "-will determine your duet partners as you come on stage."

Towering over the crowd, the twins yelled in protest. "Hey, that's not very fair!" Evan -or was it Ethan? - shouted.

"Who are you to judge?" Ethan -or was it Evan? - retorted.

Someone from the back also yelled out. "What if I can't sing?" It was Justin.

From the stage, Wes grinned. "Ah, that is why we didn't put your name in, Justin. We know your singing would bring the dead back to life." Dwight glared at Wes from the windows where he was lining the sills with salt. "Besides, your high-pitched 'singing' could very well attract bats from Argentina that might mistake you as one of their own." The crowd snickered. Justin flashed a very rude sign with his fingers from the back of the room.

David made a snatch for the microphone, which resulted in another loud screeching feedback. "We've decided to make this a contest," he grinned at them. "Those who refuse their given partners are to do something they absolutely do not want to do and thus, resulting in ego damage, destroyed reputations and a lifetime of torments and teasing." This seemed to please the twins immensely as they grinned at each other and nodded. "We have here-," David continued, pointing at Wes by his side, who was holding up a velveteen drawstring bag. "-a baggie of all your names, so you can't escape."

"Punishments are to be performed after this contest ends," Wes spoke from David's side, a hand already in the bag, digging through the slips of paper. "And our first contestant is-" he pulled out a slip. "Kurt Hummel, who will be singing with-" another rifle through the bag. "-Finn Hudson!"

By now, the crowd had perked up almost immediately upon the announcement of the contest. Most had already made themselves comfortable on the floor. They cheered loudly as Kurt bounded to the stage excitedly, followed by his reluctant stepbrother, who was red in the face. He clearly knew that he couldn't outshine his diva of a stepbrother.

"Nothing from Broadway, Kurt," Finn murmured to his brother as Kurt flipped through CDs, microphone already in hand.

"You're extremely lucky, brother dear; Jeff has absolutely nothing from Broadway!" Kurt huffed in disappointment, unaware his microphone was switched on. Finally deciding on a song, he popped a CD into the player. The opening music to the song filtered through the speakers. "Do keep up with me, Finn," he said in warning before taking it away with the opening verse:

"So hot, out the box, can you up the pace?

Turn it up, heat it up, I need to be entertained,

Push the limit; are you with it?

Baby, don't be afraid,

I'mma hurt you real good, baby."

The audience cheered as Kurt pranced around on stage while Finn stood timidly by the side, allowing Kurt the spotlight. The diva continued:

"No escaping when I start,
Once I'm in I own your heart,
There's no way you'll ring the alarm,
So hold on until it's over."

The crowd cheered in response, many getting to their feet, and dancing along. Finn put the microphone up to his mouth and picked up the chorus after Kurt. An annoyingly loud cheer came from the back of the room from Rachel in support of her boyfriend.

"Oh, do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you;
I'm here for your entertainment.

"Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet,
You thought an angel swept you off your feet,
But I'm about to turn up the heat;
I'm here for your entertainment."

They received a thundering applause from the crowd, whoops and cheers sounding through the room.

"It's alright, you'll be fine,
Baby, I'm in control,
Take the pain, take the pleasure;
I'm the master of both,
Close your eyes, not your mind,
Let me into your soul;
I'm a work it 'til you're totally blown."

In that instant, Finn slumped to the floor with a heavy thump, and the speakers blared with this fallen microphone's feedback. The crowd gasped as Kurt towered over his stepbrother, a hand on his hip.

"Seriously, Finn? You're ruining my performance now?" he huffed into the microphone, glaring down. Two Dalton boys from the swim team hurriedly ran to the stage, hauling the unconscious quarterback to a couch at the back of the room. Rachel teetered over to the couch where her boyfriend was placed, and knelt by him, wiping off a sheen of perspiration on her boyfriend's face.

Rachel explained to the concerned crowd gathered around the boy. "He wasn't feeling very well today. Just let him sleep if off for now. Go back to the contest," she reassured the crowd. They reluctantly left the two alone after much insistence from her.

The silence in the room was deafening until David spoke up. "Who's up for round two?" With that, the crowd burst into cheers again, the contest back on track, and the fallen quarterback forgotten.

Wes took the microphone. "We now bring Reed and Puckerman on to the stage!" A small squeak sounded from where Reed was seated against the wall as the crowd cheered in encouragement at the odd pair. Reed stumbled forwards all the same when Kurt dragged the smaller boy to the front. Puck was already by the music player and slipping in a CD.

"Avenged Sevenfold?" The small Dalton boy's eyes widened when he heard the intro music, a microphone thrust into his hand. Puck only smirked evilly at Reed, eyebrows waggling.

"Man up, van Kamp!" Kurt yelled from where he was seated on the floor leaning against Blaine, who only nodded at his fellow Warbler.

Puck threw an arm around Reed's shoulders, and practically growled out the opening verse.

"Before the story begins: is it such a sin,
For me to take what's mine, until the end of time?
We were more than friends; before the story ends,
And I will take what's mine, create what God would never design.

"

Our love had been so strong for far too long;
I was weak with fear that something would go wrong,
Before the possibilities came true,
I took all possibility from you."

Reed, encouraged, continued the following verse with the utmost confidence, also almost growling the lines (but failed), with Puck covering back up:

"Almost laughed myself to tears,
Conjuring her deepest fears
(Come here you fucking bitch)Must've stabbed her fifty fucking times,
I can't believe it:
Ripped her heart out right before her eyes,
Eyes over easy, eat it, eat it, eat it!"

Together, the duets partners closed the song, both singing in a low key.

"'Cause I really always knew that my little crimewould be cold,

That's why I got a heater for your thighs.
And I know, I know it's not your time,
But bye, bye.
And a word to the wise when the fire dies,
You think it's over but it's just begun,
But baby don't cry.

You had my heart, at least for the most part.
'Cause everybody's gotta die sometime,
We fell apart, let's make a new start.
'Cause everybody's gotta die sometime, yeah, yeah.
But baby don't cry."

The crowd burst into loud catcalls, cheers, and applauses as the two standing on stage bowed, with Reed almost keeling over from the blood rushing to his head if it weren't for Puck grabbing the back of his shirt. A chant for an encore erupted from the crowd.

"Now, now," Wes said as the pair descended the stage. "We all want to give a fair chance to all, don't we? And that is why the next pair is Mercedes and Tina!"

The pair sang Wannabe by the Spice Girls, getting the crowd pumping again with their energetic and infectious singing, before Tina tripped off the stage, pulling Mercedes along with her. Both were on the floor in a tangle of limbs, giggling on the floor. Mike had to drag the two apart when they wouldn't get up from where they had fallen over.

Wes announced the next pair, Santana and Mike. The Latino refused with a cross of her arms ("Tonight, I only sing with Britts."), so Mike was paired up with Rachel, whose chosen partner, Artie, had also refused with a cross of his arms across his chest ("Berry ain't no ghetto girl, therefore I ain't doin' no duet with her."). So Mike had sung along to Rachel's song choice of Terrified by Katherine McPhee and Zachary Levi with wide eyes, in awe of Rachel's awe-inspiring voice.

"Okay, listen up, people," Jeff called over the din of the crowd. The lot of them were standing by the poolside in the backyard where the party had progressively turned into a pool party.

Mrs Sterling had demanded that the singing should stop before someone loses their voice, but everyone had the same thought in their minds: she was simply downplaying in describing the squawks and screeches coming from Marcus, Frederick, Lucas, and Sugar who thought they were amazing singers (they had refused to surrender their microphones). The Sterling matriarch had the cook order a rack of lamb, a selection of raw meat, and other foodstuff for a barbecue dinner by the pool for the party prior to ending the horrible noises coming from the entertainment room upstairs. There were already people attacking the prepared spread before them when they emerged from the house as the cook grilled more chicken cutlets and burger patties.

"The pool house has house bikinis for the girls and swimming trunks for the guys," Jeff announced, pointing to aforementioned building. "You can change in there as well."

"So I suppose the contest's punishments are all null and void?" Wes asked in disappointment. Jeff shrugged apologetically as the contestants who had refused their given partners whooped in delight, having escaped "ego damage, destroyed reputations, and a lifetime of torments and teasing." David sighed dejectedly.

The crowd gathered then dispersed, to each their own. Soon, the party was back in full swing with music blaring from speakers, fairy lights twinkling amidst the summer stars that dotted the sky. The guests who had decided to go in the waters were already in the pool in provided swimsuits playing volleyball. A few opted for the hot tub adjacent to the expansive swimming pool while the rest were simply either lounging about or eating.

Quinn lounged on a deck chair, cardigan shed and draped over the back of the chair. She was watching to ongoing game when Jeff approached her in nothing but a pair of bright pink swimming trunks. She almost did a double take when she saw how built and toned he was. Did he really hid all those under his clothes?

"Nice shorts," she smirked, trying hard not to stare at his abs and chest. She quickly averted her gaze before her thoughts got the better of her.

"Thanks. I look good in pink, don't I?" He winked at her as he sat by her feet. She crawled behind him, wrapping her arms around his taut chest while resting her chin on his shoulder.

"Nope," she grinned cheekily. "Green or blue would suit you better, but since you're being feminine about it. . ." she trailed off.

He cleared his throat. "I beg to differ!" he cried. "Pink can be a very masculine colour, thank you very much! I can assure you that I can definitely pull off pink better than you and Kurt," he declared with a slight rise to his voice.

"Excuse me? Did you just say you could pull a colour off better than I, Kurt Hummel, can? That's rich, coming from a hoodie-over-jeans guy," Kurt scoffed defiantly from the food table. "You honestly should consider more colour choices besides pink and blue, Jeff. You'd charm more girls besides Quinn- I still love you, girl, but your boyfriend's taste in clothes is just horrendous!"

The blonde couple just snickered to themselves as the fashionista rattled on about the importance of dressing up to look fabulous and colour combination that is just right and do not resemble stop lights. Poor Blaine and Puck had to be the only two nearby to go through Kurt's lecture, both nodding mutely at Kurt's every word. Blaine was sending glares to Jeff for even mentioning the word 'fashion' in the first place as Puck successfully slipped away with the excuse of going to the men's room.

"So what are you doing here, really?" Quinn suddenly asked.

He gave her a perplexed look. "What are you talking about? My mother kicked us out here-"

"No, no. no, I'm sorry," she quickly backtracked quickly. "I meant what is your family doing in Ohio in the summer? Don't you usually go on a holiday somewhere else or something?" she queried. "Seems a bit strange to be in a boring and mundane place like Ohio during the summer." She shrugged nonchalantly.

"Oh," he realized. "Usually Mother would pack us up for Europe to be with Dad, but it is my last summer here before moving up to New Haven. Yale, remember? The Dalton boys and I had agreed to spend our last summer at home, instead of abroad," he smirked, pinching her nose playfully. "We're going to our summer house in the Hamptons in two weeks, though. I think Dad's taking some time off to see us, too," he grinned at her excitedly. His eyes were shining at the prospect of seeing his absent father after such a long time apart.

Quinn was lucky that Jeff couldn't see her face fall at the mention of his going to the Hamptons so soon from the was she was holding him to her. That odd pang in her chest upon hearing the news had hit her, and the way he so casually mentioned it to her as if by passing created a hollow feeling in her chest. She didn't know how long he would be there, or when he would be returning home to her, or if she'd get to see him before the summer ended, even. She quickly recomposed her expression.

"I hope you have fun there," she murmured trying to sound as sincere, but she was sure it didn't come out the way she intended it to.

He let out a small bark of laughter. "I intend to; it is the Hamptons, after all. And I think the twins will be there as well, unless they decide to go to Spain this year or something." Quinn grimaced. She'd be alone when he leaves, and-

"You don't have to pack so much though. Just light clothes and swim suits, of course; it's a beach front house," he continued. "And sunglasses, 'cause it's really sunny there?" he chuckled. "Duh."

"What?" she blurted, frowning.

He turned to face her, eyebrows knitted together. "You're coming, aren't you?" he asked, then raising his eyebrows. "I mean, we can go somewhere else if you want. Hamptons is just an option, of course, but if you want to leave the country, I'm sure the twins will drop us somewhere else on their way to Europe," Jeff quickly said, afraid that Quinn might not want to go to the Hamptons after all.

"You're asking me to go with you?"

The colour drained from the Warbler's face. "Y-You don't want to?"

"I can't afford-"

Then Jeff laughed, a low and hearty chuckle deep from within his belly. "Oh, you silly girl! We have a private jet, so you don't have to worry about ticketing and all that time-consuming jazz," he smiled gently as he encased her in a hug while his other hand stroked her hair gently.

A private jet. The Sterlings and the Brightman twins owned their own jets. Jeff drove an Audi, his mother a Ferrari, and the twins a Rolls Royce. The Sterlings had a chopper on the roof of their house. Jeff had his own wing in the house. Quinn's head spun; this was too much to process in a go. Just how rich are these Dalton boys exactly? She shook the thought away; no point questioning it anyway: she didn't have a right, and she was dead determined to not be one of Jeff's ex girlfriends who expected so much from one smart and outgoing such as he.

"My mother would love for you to join us there anyway," he added so softly, it was almost a mumble. "And Dad would love to have met you at least once or twice before disappearing off to Europe again, I'm sure."

Quinn could see he was worried that she wouldn't want to spend her holidays with him at his summer house. She was surprised he would even extend the invitation to her in the first place even though she was the epitome of a perfect houseguest (having stayed with Puck and Mercedes when she was pregnant at sixteen). Her feelings then morphed into a worry that Jeff wants his father to meet her first. Her biggest concern was that of the successful Sterling patriarch wouldn't approve of her as a person, or that she wasn't up to the family's standards, or remotely good enough for his son.

All the same, she tried to suppress all the concerns she was having now. In attempt to lighten the mood and push her thoughts away and to distract Jeff from his tendency to over think, she just laughed lightly, making him raise his eyebrows. She planted a kiss on his cheek before saying, "Relax, will you?" She was sure she was also reassuring herself as well as she took a hand in both of hers. "I'd love to meet your father," she smiled at him gently. Her smile widened when she felt him relax against her.

They sat together by the poolside for some time. Then Jeff piped up with a grin, "Care to join me in the pool?" His brown eyes were shining amidst the twinkling fairy lights. Quinn knew he was up to something, but she couldn't get a word out. Before she could answer, he literally swept her off her feet, cradling her in his arms and jumped into the pool.

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There you have it: part two of five! There is, of course, an epilogue coming up, so do be patient for it.

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