AN: HAPPY NEW YEAR! I hope everyone had a wonderful NYE. Here's the next chapter. As mentioned before, this will be when some real Faberry goodness will be picking up. Please let me know if there's anything you'd wish to see in upcoming chapters. I'm open to suggestions and love hearing from you :)
Enjoy!
Rachel was freaking out. No she wasn't chasing a criminal. No she wasn't in a room full of rapists and gang members.
No. That was last week..
No this was much more terrifying to Rachel than anything she's experienced as Spidergirl. Rachel was going to a high school party. Not only that, she was going to a high school party that Quinn Fabray had invited her to.
What the hell am I doing?
Besides going out catching bad guys in the middle of the night all week long, Rachel had been spending the days in her room, watching Funny Girl on repeat, as if she didn't already know it play by play, and practicing songs for her audition coming up next Saturday.
Graduation day was her first real day out of the house for a week.
Before today, she hadn't spoken to Quinn or even seen her through the window in 7 days. She decided it best to pull her curtains down in order not to get distracted while practacing. The only time she left her room was for dinner with her father and when she heard something come up on the police radio after dark.
Once Santana mentioned the party and Quinn offered the invite, she ran, yes ran, straight to Kurt and interrupted his in depth conversation with his father and Leroy. Making her desperate need for a wardrobe makeover clear, it was like graduation was the thing furthest from his mind.
So here they were. In a beautiful dress and gown shop downtown with a frazzled girl having a mild panic attack while her best friend watched warily.
"Rachel will you stop pacing back and forth? I'm getting dizzy just watching you!" Kurt complains while rifling through the dress rack at the back of the store. "Here! This would look great! It's dark, it's slim, it shows just enough skin to make Quinn loose her cookies and maybe tell Shrek to get lost."
Rachel forces a smile in his direction and walks over to see the dress he picked out.
It's a short black dress with spaghetti straps and comes just above the knee caps. The neck line dips low enough to show just the right amount of cleavage which Rachel likes because with her newly chiselled body, who wouldn't want to show the girls off?
Rachel tries it on and once getting the much needed approval from her friend, it's a done deal.
"Daddy, I'm going out" Rachel announces as she descends the stairs in her dress.
"Wow, sweetheart you look magnificent! You're early morning exercise routine is really working out for you!" Leroy comments approvingly.
Ya, my early morning workout routine. I forgot about that..
"Thanks Daddy. I'll be back later on tonight. Love you" she leans in for a quick kiss and is about to walk away until he cuts in.
"Be careful out there, Rach. There's been sightings of some unidentified being causing some problems in town. Just make sure you stay in a group tonight"
"Isn't that just, um, Spidergirl? I thought she was doing good for the city?" She emphasizes the last part of the sentence almost to get a point across.
"No no! Not the spider one. There was a commotion this afternoon in the square. Some scary looking creature with a glider or something? Anyway, it was swooping around the Royal Bank and once the cops showed up, it disappeared."
Glider? Like the one stolen from Ozzcorpe a few months ago?
Rachel's thoughts are interrupted by the doorbell ringing and a peppy looking Kurt Hummel peeking in the window.
"I'll be safe daddy. I promise" joining Kurt outside just after sending a kiss to Leroy on the way out.
Don't think about it Berry. This is your night to get away from it all!"
They get to the party a little later in the evening. Kurt said it would be best to get a buzz on before going to the party since everyone else there would more than likely be hammered before 11. Therefor Kurt decided to practice his branding skills on the brunette to loosen her up before the arrival.
This house is huge!
Immediately upon walking in the door she see's the kitchen straight ahead, a stairwell to her side that more than likely leads to the bedrooms upstairs, and the living room has been transformed into a dance floor with strobe lights and colors flashing around the stereo.
They both decided to walk to the kitchen to grab themselves another quick drink. Bumping into members of the glee club on the way in. Seeing Tina, Artie, Mike and Mercedes calmed Rachel's growing nerves and she was beginning to feel a bit more comfortable.
A very drunk Brittany comes dancing into the kitchen with a bottle of tequila in one hand and.. umm..
Rachel couldn't tell what was in her other hand on a count that her eyes were glued to the dancing blondes bare stomach and bright pink bra.
Where on earth was her shirt?
"Who wants the next body sho- RACHEL!" the clumsy blonde nearly knocks the brunette over after flinging her body at her.
Dear god in heaven..
"YOU MADE IT! YOU LOOK HOT! OH MY GOD! QUINN'S GOING TO-" she stops herself, the expression on her face almost looks guilty after what she was about to say.
"I mean umm, ahh, you should.. go to the dancing room and, umm," Brittany doesn't finish her sentence but just sends Rachel a ginormous grin which she finds both seductive and.. a tad creepy.
"Umm, alright Britt! Thanks!" Rachel gives her a nervous hug as she walks away.
She can't tell if it's her nerves, or just the vibrations from the speakers in the living room, but she can literally feel her heartbeat throughout her entire body.
Making her way through the crowd and receiving a number of cat calls and whistles from the obnoxious boys in the room, she forgets how to breathe when she see's the most delicious sight in the middle of the dance floor.
Dancing and swaying to the beat, a quite drunk, quite beautiful, quite oblivious looking blonde cheerleader is supporting a bright green strapless with black flats. Seeming completely unaware that she was literally in a room full of drunk teenagers.
Now what? How am I supposed to talk to her when she's dancing? Maybe I should just go back to the kitchen..
"BERRY YOU SEXY MAMA!" a very intoxicated Santana Lopez screams beside her. Pulling her in for a hug and a kiss to her cheek. Rachel blushes unnoticed under the lack of light in the room.
"Hi Santana, you look great" Rachel replies politely.
"QUINN'S BEEN WAITING ALL- OH MY GOD! YOU HAVE BOOBS!"
Yup. Wasted.
Rachel can't help but laugh to herself. Only being a bit buzzed herself, she can't imagine being that out of control. That is until she feels two slender arms wrapping around her waist.
The familiar tingling, or "spidey senses" as she so cleverly named them, suddenly emerge from her core. A little startled at first, Rachel turns her body to get a look at the owner of the limbs.
Bad idea, Berry.
Rachel turns directly into a smiling toothy grin of Quinn Fabray. Only inches away, she can practically taste her breath and feel the heat radiating from her body. Rachel moves her eyes up further to meet the unusually dark pupils of the blonde cheerleader.
"You made it!" the blonde smiled, still staring deeply into the tiny girls wide eyes.
Rachel was shocked. She couldn't move her gaze from her eyes. She couldn't move her face back any further. She was stuck. And honestly, she didn't care.
"You look gorgeous Quinn. I mean, not that you don't always look great it's just, I mean, you're very beautiful and you smell.. GREAT smell great! You don't smel-" her rambling is cut off by a slender pale finger pressing up against her warm lips. Rachel almost feels herself groan at the contact.
Quinn must have noticed because her breathing shallowed out and her gaze stayed glued to the brunettes lips.
Don't lick it! Don't you dare fucking lick it!
Instead, Rachel let's out the breath she'd been holding since, well, she can't remember holding it actually.
Quinn's feverish grin returns and her eyes snap back to hers. "Dance with me?" the girl slowly peels away her finger from the girls lips only to grab the singers hands. Practically dragging her to the floor without waiting for an answer.
Making their way through the crowd, Rachel's hand is still glued to the blondes as she abruptly turns and has her body pressed flush against the tiny singers.
Rachel can't really control anything at the moment, keeping her hands just above the dancer's waist. Staring blankly into Quinn's hungry eyes.
God, I've never seen her look like this.
Quinn starts swaying her hips to the song as she takes one of her arms to return it to Rachel's shoulder. Trying to force the tiny girl to move.
"Why do you seem so nervous?" Quinn slurs into her ear.
Rachel feels her knees go weak at the feeling of the hot breath on her earlobe.
"You make me nervous" she answers back into the girls ear, feeling her shiver as she said it.
Quinn leans back to look directly into her eyes. She takes one of Rachel's hands and places it lower to her hip. Almost edging her on to start leading her with the dance. Rachel takes the hint and forces her body to start moving.
Rachel wasn't a bad dancer. Sure she wasn't as fluent as any of the cheerleaders in dancing, but she could still carry a rhythm and dance fairly well.
Their bodies are getting closer and closer together as the song continues. The heat is radiating off of their chests and limbs as it is beginning to feel quite warm in the crowded room.
Before they know it, they are bumped into the wall by one of the large football players. Fist-pumping his way onto the dance floor. Rachel braces one of her arms to the wall before they hit it in order to prevent impact for Quinn.
Now Rachel is leaning up against the wall. One arm supporting them, the other holding Quinn flush to her body. Quinn's arms have moved around Rachel's neck as they were falling to the ground after the push. The position is similar to the day in the cafeteria.
Rachel feels an unfamiliar tingling through her core. No, it's not like her usual spidey senses, it's something much more powerful. Almost pleasurable. She looks down to see Quinn's thigh pressed firmly between her legs, with Quinn swaying to the beat of the song.
The blonde pushes herself off the wall to drive herself firmly into Rachel's body and, evidently, putting more pressure to her placed thigh.
Rachel moans audibly at the feeling and looks deeply into the hazel eyes. Blood rushing to her face after realizing her moan of appreciation was not so silent.
Seeing that they have indeed grown much darker than before. Both girls start dancing and grinding heavily to the song. Rachel's thigh had now come between the blondes and her hands were now flush to her rear. Guiding them even more to the song.
They stop dancing, both getting lost in each others eyes. Quinn's expression goes from fun loving to semi-serious.
Rachel, searching her eyes for something more but not finding anything, leans in.
"Is everything alright? Did I do something wrong?" Rachel asks almost in a hurt tone.
"I.. I need to tell you something, Rach" Quinn's eyes falter, her tone sounds almost sobered up.
What is she thinking?
Quinn's eyes move into a far of stare behind the concerned singer.
Suddenly, she feels her spidey senses rising to the back of her neck. Noticing Quinn's eyes have grown wide into that off distance stare behind her. Her expression has turned almost into a petrified state.
"Well well well. Look what we have here boys. A couple of dykes whoring up the dance floor!"
Oh no.. Finn Hudson..
Hope it's ok so far. Next chapter will be up either later this evening or tomorrow morning.
Cheers! Happy 2012!
