Author's Notes:

Still un-beta'd, but thank you to FormerGophers for offering to check my writing. I'm still holding you to it. I'll be messaging you once I get a more organized writing schedule.

DarkBlueMint – PB is in reference to chapter 2 where Santana called Quinn, Punk Barbie (PB). Don't worry about teen pregnancy in this story. I'm not planning on it.

KikiGottaLuvMe – Patience, my friend. They'll get together soon enough.

Koukou-sei tantei – We'll definitely see jealous Rachel later on.

xxEm'n'JJ4evaxx – Ah yes. Canon Rachel is obnoxious and demanding, but don't worry, all will work out for our favorite pair.

w1cked & Emerald Stag – Karofsky will be dealt with soon.

musicwolf89 – Indeed, patience I need. I have much to learn, master. ;)

To everyone else, thank you so much. You all are the best.

Disclaimer:

I do not own Glee. I wish I did, but I don't. Maybe in another world. All mistakes are mine though.


[ Chapter 7 ]

Quinn has been effectively avoiding the brunette the rest of the week. She has been civil and polite whenever they interact because she cannot hide from the brunette the entire time. They still share a few classes, are partners in chemistry lab, and are in glee club together.

Rachel tries reaching out to Quinn so they can properly talk but the blonde always finds an excuse to be somewhere else. She's not ready to talk yet. The brunette eventually decides to give Quinn some space for now.

The brunette is being her adorable self most of the time, and it's making it harder for Quinn to avoid her. She really wants to ask Rachel out again but she's scared of another rejection, and she doesn't know what kind of grand gesture the brunette's asking for. She doesn't want to ask her for clarification either, so she does what she's good at, she runs away.


Rachel is studying in the library during her free period. She has an exam in about an hour. She's already prepared for the exam but she wants to review one last time just to make sure.

A Marc Jacobs messenger bag drops in front of her on the table and she glances up to find Kurt taking the seat across from her, and she knows that she will no longer be doing any more last minute reviewing.

"What is up with you and the ice queen?" Kurt asks bluntly, getting straight to the point.

"Ice queen?" Rachel has an idea who Kurt is talking about but she decides to play innocent.

"Blondie. Quinn Fabray." Kurt looks at her pointedly. He knows that's she's deflecting and delaying the inevitable conversation about the blonde.

"Oh. Nothing's going on. Why do you ask?" Rachel tries to focus back on her studying, but it's no use because she's already distracted with thoughts of a certain blonde.

Kurt quirks an eyebrow, not believing a word the brunette is saying. "Don't lie to me, diva. I can feel the tension between you two from all the way across the room."

Rachel sighs. She usually displays an air of confidence and arrogance in school as a means of self-preservation, showing her bullies that they can never keep her down and she will not be defeated, so she holds her head high insult after insult and slushy after slushy, but with Kurt, she can be vulnerable because she trusts him. He's after all her best friend, so she spills everything to Kurt.

"Wait a minute. So she asked you out on a date and you said no?" Kurt cannot believe he's just hearing this right now, and he wants to know everything.

Rachel nods.

"Why? I mean, Quinn's a little rough on the edge and she seems so robotic and unfeeling sometimes, thus the ice queen nickname, but she's one of few people who can actually put up with your divaness."

Rachel ignores his bluntness and doesn't say anything. She just slumps her shoulders, which alarms Kurt. This is definitely much more serious the he initially thought. He expects the brunette to launch into a full rant about why she cannot go out with Quinn Fabray and denying her divaness.

"Is it because she's a girl?" He cautiously asks. Rachel has never shown any sign of liking the same sex and his gaydar hasn't picked up anything with Rachel and they've known each other since kindergarten. Surely, the blonde's gender is going to be an issue for the diva.

"I was initially hesitant about that but after much soul searching, I have come to terms that I may be bi-sexual or at least for Quinn, and have accepted my attraction to her."

"Ok, so what's the problem?" He's surprised that she didn't come to him for advice on her sexuality, but he dismisses it without offense because it can be a very personal thing, and most people are not comfortable sharing it with anyone.

"I'm scared, Kurt." Rachel confesses.

"Oh, Rachel." Kurt reaches out his arms to hold the brunette's hands from across the table, giving it a comforting squeeze.

"Look at my exes. Finn cheated on me and Jesse egged me. I don't think I can survive another relationship like that."

Kurt keeps himself from rolling his eyes at the brunette's dramatics. He's going to be the supportive friend that she needs right now. "Do you not think that Quinn's different?"

Rachel lets out an exasperated breath. "I don't know. I have seen her flirt with several girls and she's good friends with Puck. I've heard rumors of her sexual escapades..."

"Since when did you start believing in rumors? You of all people should know that most of those are untrue. Although, I do understand your concern, because I have heard the same about your blondie." Kurt realizes that he's not helping the brunette's uneasiness, so he switches the topic. "Did you tell her why you said no?"

Rachel nods. "Yes, I told her that I want to be wooed and courted. I wanted a grand romantic gesture and be swept off my feet like I deserve."

"And how did she react to that?"

"She said to forget it and walked away." Rachel retells sadly. She's disappointed that Quinn gave up without a fight, but she convinces herself that it's just as well and she'd save herself from heartbreak.

"That's disappointing."

"Perhaps it's just as well. We may be better off as friends."

"Maybe she's planning something grand?" He suggests, but he doesn't really know the blonde enough to know for sure.

"Maybe, but it's been a week and she has done nothing but avoid me every time I try to talk to her."

"Oh well, her loss because you're fabulous. She doesn't know what she's missing, Rachel." Kurt compliments her to try to cheer her up. "I think it's time we have another girls' night. What do you say? You, me, Tina, and Mercedes, this Saturday. Sleepover, makeover, and sappy romantic movies?" Kurt suggests, knowing that it will help take the brunette's mind off of Quinn, at least temporarily.

"Sounds good, Kurt. It's been a while since our last girls' night. I'm in."

"It'll be alright, Rachel. Forget those jerks. We don't need them." Kurt states, half-serious, and this makes the brunette giggle a little, and the two friends start planning their sleepover and quickly send texts to their other friends.


"Prom is next week. Are you going to ask Rachel to go with you?" Brittany inquires as they make their way to the lunchroom.

"I don't think so, Britts." Quinn replies with a shrug. Even though her cousin knows about Rachel rejecting her invitation to go out, Brittany is still dead set on the two of them getting together.

"Why not? You two will be so cute together."

"Maybe next time." The shorter blonde answers sadly, trying to keep her tone indifferent, but Santana knows better.

"Look, Q. If you don't make a move soon, you'll miss out." Santana points out, directing their attention down the hall where Finn is talking to Rachel and holding up a couple of prom tickets. They can all assume that he's asking her to go to prom with him.

Quinn frowns at seeing this, and changes her mind about lunch. "I just remember I have… uuhh… homework to do, so I'll see you later." She walks the opposite way, once again successfully avoiding the brunette. She also doesn't want to know if Rachel agrees to go to prom with the tall boy, so she leaves.

Brittany happily waves her goodbye, oblivious to Quinn's somber mood, but Santana watches her friend walk away, figuring a way to talk to her to knock some sense into the girl, but for now, she'll enjoy lunch with her wonderful girlfriend.

The two cheerios continue down the hallway and Santana intentionally bumps into Finn as they are walking past them. She makes sure to use her entire body weight and he stumbles to the side, hitting the wall beside him.

"What the hell?" Finn cusses the Latina as he recovers his footing.

"Surely you can do better than that, hobbit. Finnept's a total LOB." Santana tells Rachel as she and Brittany walks by, leaving the brunette to chew over her words and a confused and fuming Finn.

"What was that, honey?" Brittany asks Santana, entering the packed cafeteria. They easily spot their usual table where Sam and Puck are already stuffing their faces with questionable lunchroom food.

"Nothing, Britts." Santana responds.

Brittany looks at her with a knowing smile, and she gives her girlfriend a peck on the cheek. "You're a good friend, San." Then she skips to their table, cheerfully greeting her friends and leaving a blushing Latina standing in the same spot.


Quinn is sitting on the bleachers at her usual place. She's still trying to avoid the diva as much as possible. She's not ready to talk yet and her pride is still bruised.

She pulls a pack of cigarette out of her bag, and takes out a stick. She takes a long drag as she lights it up with a zippo lighter with a skull on it. She enjoys the cigarette, drawing out the feel of the nicotine in her lungs. She usually doesn't smoke, but once in a while she will indulge in a stick or two, depending on her mood.

Footsteps echoes up the metal bleachers, and she finds the flamboyant boy from Glee club walking up to where she's sitting.

"That's going to kill you." Kurt tells the blonde as he sits down beside her, keeping a good distance between them. He doesn't want to ruin his designer outfit with the cigarette smoke.

"So I've been told." Quinn shrugs, taking another long drag from her cigarette.

"What are you doing, Quinn?"

The blonde glares at the boy wondering what gives him the right to question her like that. They're not even friends and never had a conversation before. She doesn't even remember his name. Burt? Krumer? She quirks an eyebrow, showing him that she's not amused at the interruption of her quiet and personal time.

He swallows nervously because the blonde is scary, especially her icy glares. If looks can kill, then he probably will die of a heart attack or something, but he needs to be strong for his best friend. He's doing this for Rachel.

"I apologize for being blunt and I know that we're not friends but we're in glee club together. That should count for something, right?"

Quinn says nothing and continues to shoot daggers at him with her eyes, impatiently waiting for him to get to the point. She finishes the cigarette between her fingers and recklessly flicks it away. She pulls another stick and lights it up, keeping her eyes on Kurt.

"We're like a team, so we should be able to talk to each other."

"Get to the point, pretty boy." Quinn interrupts because this is getting on her nerves.

Kurt flushes and takes a deep breath to calm his nerves. "What are you doing with Rachel?"

"What do you mean what I'm doing with her?" She deflects wondering what he knows.

"Rachel's my best friend, and I don't want her getting hurt, so if your intentions are…"

"Wait… You think I'm going to hurt her? She's not the one who got shot down." She snaps at him because really, she's the one who got hurt in all of this.

"With good reasons… You can't blame her for being cautious, especially with the rumors abo…" Kurt defends her friend, but the blonde interrupts him before he can continue.

"You don't know shit about me." Quinn barks at him, even though the rumors are somewhat true. It's true about her back in New York, but in Lima, not any more. She hasn't even gotten laid since she moved and surprisingly, has no desire to hook up with anyone. Lima really did change her or maybe she's still distracted in adjusting to the new place and new faces. She shrugs this new revelation off for now.

"You're right, I don't." Kurt flinches at the harsh retort. "But you understand where I'm coming from, Quinn. I just don't want my friend to get hurt."

"Yea, well, I'm laying off of your friend, so you have nothing to worry about."

"Is that what you want?"

"Does it matter what I want?"

"Rachel likes you." Kurt reveals, because it looks and sounds like the blonde is obviously into his friend as well. If he needs to play matchmaker, then he will, and he will do what he can to push the two together without overstepping the boundaries of his friendships.

"She has a funny way of showing it." The blonde says bitterly.

"You can't blame her, and this is Rachel we're talking about, she's all about the dramatics." Kurt waves his hand to emphasize his point. He sees a small smile on the blonde's face, but she doesn't say anything, so he continues. "If you like her enough, give it another shot… just don't intentionally hurt her."

Quinn continues staring out into the empty field without a word.

Kurt takes this as a sign that this conversation is over. "Just think about what I said." He sighs, unsure if the blonde even hears what he's saying, but he doesn't push. "Well, I'll see you around, Quinn." He gets up, leaving the blonde to her thoughts.

Quinn processes everything that the pretty boy just told her, contemplating her next move or if she even wants to make a move. She only get a few moments to herself when another set of footsteps, louder this time, echoes on the metallic bleacher floor.

"Stop fucking moping around, Q. I'm sick and tired of your emo shitness." Santana practically yells at her, tossing her book bag next to Quinn's feet.

Quinn rolls her eyes and takes one last long drag on her cigarette, then flicks it away behind the bleachers. She just cannot get a moment to herself. Times like this, she curses at having friends who actually care.

"Don't you be rolling your eyes at me, Fabgay. I'm trying to help ya out here."

"I think I have enough of these talks to last me for weeks." Quinn sighs out. This day is dragging too slowly for her, and she's not sure what is up with all these confrontations. It's like a give Quinn a lecture day.

"What are you yapping about?"

"That pretty boy in glee just came to talk to me." The blonde still cannot recall his name, but it's at the tip of her tongue.

The Latina can only think of one male glee member who can be described as pretty. "Who? Lady lips?"

"Yea, whatever his name is."

"What'd he say?" Santana asks curiously. She's surprised that Hummel was brave enough to talk to the grumpy and mopey blonde. Even when she's in a good mood, Quinn isn't the approachable and friendly type, and people usually stay out of her way, which the blonde prefers anyway.

"Something about not hurting Rachel and that she likes me and shit."

"So what are you gonna do about it?" Santana raises an eyebrow at the revelation. If lady lips said it, then it's most likely true because he's good friends with the diva. She considers having a chat with him to see what else he knows.

"Nothing."

"Why the fuck not?"

Quinn pulls the cigarette pack out of her bag and takes another stick out. It's one of those days that require a lot of chain smoking and maybe some hard liquor – if only she isn't stuck in school for another couple of hours. She considers skipping the rest of the school day.

Santana slaps the cigarette pack out of the blonde's hand and it falls down under the bleachers, through the railings, disappearing into the ground under the bleachers.

"What'd you do that for?" Quinn tries to spot the pack on the ground, calculating if she can get it by crawling under, but the amount of effort to do that puts her off, and she decides to just buy another pack on the way home later.

"That stuff will kill ya. Not that I give a damn coz you can die for all I care, but Britts' will be sad, and that's just not acceptable."

"Just leave me alone. I'm done talking." The blonde turns away from the Latina and thinks of leaving and finding another secluded and hidden space to hide away. This bleacher is too exposed, and she never gets any alone time sitting here. She wonders why she even picked this place as her quiet spot in the first place.

"Someone needs to slap some sense into you, and I'd gladly do it. I won't hold back."

Quinn stares out into the field with furrowed brows, in deep thought. She doesn't feel the need to say anything. She also knows that when the Latina is on a roll, it's no use interrupting her.

"You're dragging everyone down with your teen angst. It's no longer amusing. You need to stop moping around like an ass and sweep the midget off her freakin' dwarf like feet." Santana's practically yelling at the blonde who flinches a little bit from the truth of the Latina's words.

Santana finally stops and is taking deep long breaths to calm her racing heart from the outburst. The blonde hasn't said anything yet, but she knows that she's listening. She's done with her lecturing, and it's now time to let loose.

"Fuck this shit. Let's skip and get wasted. You in?" Santana grabs her bag and gets up, turning to the blonde.

Quinn looks at her friend, and nods. "Bitch, you read my mind. Let's go."

This is the dynamic of their friendship and it works for them. There's only so much heart-to-heart they can handle, but in the end, they know that they have each other's back and that's all that matters.


Quinn and Santana get carried away with the drinking. Santana finds an extra-large bottle of tequila in her parents' liquor cabinet, and the two girls start taking shots.

They unintentionally start a drinking contest. The first one to stop taking shots loses. They take breaks here in there to munch on some snacks and food and play video games, but since both of them are equally stubborn, they continue until the bottle is empty.

They argue on who will be named the winner and it almost ends in a fist fight, but when Santana starts weeping about how people judge her without knowing her and that no one loves her except Brittany, Quinn forgets about punching the girl and is shocked to see the hard-ass Latina cry in front of her.

When Santana starts yapping about how Quinn is being mean to Rachel and how Rachel has been through a lot with her crappy ex-boyfriends, Quinn starts getting angry, feeling the need to punch something again. The sobbing Latina on the floor is not helping with her anger, and she quickly scans the basement for anything that she can punch.

The Latina keeps on sobbing about how Quinn is so heartless, and Quinn yells at her about her own pains and that people always blame her for everything, and that she's hurting as well. The blonde gets fed up with their argument and she gets up from the couch but the room starts spinning rapidly and she falls back on the couch. She tries to get up again but falls back down, and eventually gives up.

Santana finds herself lying down on the floor beside the couch and everything goes black. The next thing she knows, her ringing phone wakes her up. She scrambles to find her phone, digging through the couch cushions that are scattered on the floor, and crawling on her knees to look under the couch, finding it there. She grabs it and quickly answers the call.

"Hhheeellooow?" The Latina slurs, rolling to her back and lying back on her basement game room floor.

Quinn is laying sprawled on the couch, asleep and snoring loudly.

"Britt-Britt? I can't hear you. Can you speak louder?" She speaks loudly over the blonde's snoring, but she's too drunk to get up and slap the blonde awake.

"Nooo… Not drunk, baby… Just a tiny itsy bitsy drink s'all… I was cheering Q up… Yah, you know me. I'm a good friend… What Glee practice? It's Friday… Freakin' hobbit, I mean, Berry… Sorry, Britt. I'll try to be nice to manha… Berry… No, no. I'm fine... Q and I will be there… Ok, love you too."

Santana tosses her cellphone to her side as soon as she hangs up. She stares up the ceiling and everything seems to be spinning, but the short nap sobered her up enough to stop crying. She curses herself for drinking too much, because now she has to get to Berry's place for some last minute Glee practice.

They just recently found out that they're performing at prom. Leave it to Mr. Schue to spring something like this on them at the last minute. They only have one week to prepare and Rachel took it upon herself to organize additional practice sessions to prepare for their prom performance. Of course, the diva had to choose a Friday night to practice.

She can clearly hear Quinn still sleeping on the couch above her. She takes a deep long breath and let it out, then pushing herself up on her arms with whatever motor skills she has that's not ruined by the alcohol. After a few long minutes, she manages to get herself up on a standing position, legs shaky and room's still spinning.

She stumbles to the kitchen and successfully makes coffee, leaving the kitchen a mess. Her mother's not going be happy, but her parents are out of the town and the cleaning lady is coming in tomorrow, so she doesn't worry about the mess. She chugs the coffee in one go as soon as it's cool enough to drink. She pours another cup, and chugs it down again.

After the fourth cup, the room stops spinning and she can walk without stumbling. She still feels really light headed and her vision gets blurry once in a while. If she doesn't focus hard enough, she'll step on her own feet while walking, but she's good enough to make it through glee practice.

She grabs a couple of bottles of water from the fridge and finishes them. Alcohol always makes her dehydrated and the coffee is going to keep her buzzed for hours, but it does the trick to sober her up enough.

Santana goes back to the basement where Quinn is still in the same place, snoring soundly. She grabs the blonde's shoulders and shakes her.

"Blondie, wake up."

Quinn doesn't wake up, so Santana roughly shoves her off the couch. The blonde falls face first on the hardwood flooring, smacking her forehead on it.

"Fuuuuuucckkk!" Quinn curses at the pain, rubbing her forehead with the palm of her hand. She rolls to turn to her attacker, and sneers at the Latina who's grinning at the fallen blonde. She pushes herself up and moves to tackle the Latina, but all the alcohol she consumed impedes her body's functions and she loses balance, tripping on the coffee table and landing back on the ground, wincing in pain.

Santana sighs at her friend. "Come on, Q. Let's sober you up. We have Glee practice." She helps her up to her feet and manages to get the blonde in to the kitchen without any additional injuries.

"Glee practice?" Quinn mumbles, sitting on a kitchen stool and cradling her pounding head in her hands with her elbows resting on the kitchen counter. She vows to never drink this much, or at least, never drink tequila.

"Yea, your girl demands we practice for the prom performance... tonight."

"My girl?" The blonde is very sure that she doesn't have a girl, and wonders if she missed something. Maybe the alcohol is giving her amnesia.

"Berry. You know, short and loud Jewish girl about yee tall? Did that bump on the head make you forget the midget? Coz that will totally save us all a lot of angst and headache."

Quinn sends the Latina a murderous glare letting her know that she's not amused at all.

"Here, drink this. We needs to go like half an hour ago." Santana shoves a mug of coffee in front of the blonde, who gratefully takes it and chugs it down.

"How are we going to get there?" Quinn asks after setting the empty mug down.

"Drive?"

"No way. I ain't getting another DUI." The blonde shakes her head with a firm no. She's not ready to go to jail, which is where she will most likely end up at if she gets another DUI offense.

"Fine. Let's walk. It's like 10 minutes from here. You can walk without killing yourself right?"

The blonde gets off the stool to prove that she's fine, but steps on her own foot and stumbles back. She manages to grab the counter top, preventing her from smacking her head on the kitchen sink behind her.

Santana rubs her temples, anticipating a long and painfully trying walk to Berry's house.


Quinn and Santana make it to the Berry residence in about half an hour. Quinn is definitely still drunk, and she's not sure about the Latina, because neither of them will ever admit out loud that they can't get through a few hours of glee practice.

Both of them are convinced that they can fool the other glee kids into thinking that they're sober, so they square their shoulders, fix their hairs, and clear their throats as Santana pushes the doorbell.

The door swings open revealing a frowning diva, hands resting on her hips.

"You two are late. We've already started."

Santana ignore the brunette and rushes past her, walking inside the house uninvited, in search of her girlfriend. She doesn't want to deal with Rachel because there's a high possibility she may end up punching the annoying diva, especially when she's still a little intoxicated.

"Uuhh… we were doing homework...?" Quinn lamely explains. It's the first thing that comes to mind, and she doesn't know how believable it sounds to the brunette, but judging from her still frowning face, Rachel doesn't believe her excuse.

Quinn opens her mouth to try again, but Puck arrives, carrying a large box of… alcohol?

"Wassup, babes? Puckzilla's here. Let's get this party started."

"Noah, this is not a party. This is a practice session." Rachel scolds him.

"Sure, princess. Let's practice and then we take a break and have some fun." He makes his way to the kitchen, leaving the two girls in the front door foyer area.

Rachel is about to protest but Mercedes yells at them to come down to the basement so they can finish their set list for prom and get this practice over with. The two girls wordlessly make their way to the basement to join their fellow glee clubbers.

Quinn hopes she can get through the practice session because she has to use all her concentration in just walking properly. All she needs to do is sway in the background synchronously with the other glee kids. Easy enough.

Halfway through a song, she trips on the rug and slams into Puck who stumbles into Mike who loses his balance and pulls Tina down with him, and a domino effect essentially happens. Before they know it, most of the glee clubbers are on the floor groaning in pain and shock.

The only one left standing is the person singing the lead, which is Rachel, only because she is standing in front and away from anyone's reach. She spins around to look at her fellow glee members and her eyes widen at the scene before her. She's not sure what happened. Did she blow them off their feet with her wondrous singing? She doubts it but it's a nice thought.

"What the fuck was that?" Santana angrily yells at the person who yanked her down the ground.

"Someone pushed me and I tripped on Artie's wheelchair." Finn whimpers at the Latina's murderous glare. He really didn't intend to grab the Latina. He just reached out his long arms and grabbed at whatever he could to gain his balance back, but his heavier weight only made him pull that person down with him.

Quinn is still lying on the ground trying to still the spinning room. This evening cannot get any worse. She hopes no one will know to blame her for this. She closes her eyes to rest while there's a commotion of arguments and groaning around her.

Before anyone can figure out who started it all, Puck laughs out loud and loudly exclaims, "This shit is fun, and we haven't even started drinking."

This seems lighten the mood as everyone forgets about blaming someone for their falls. Sam yells, "Let's get this party started," and Puck sprints up the stairs with Sam trailing behind him. Mike turns on the dance music, setting the volume as loud as it can go. Someone turns some of the lights off, leaving only a few to give the basement a more party like ambiance.

It has been decided that their practice is over. They already have a set-list anyway, everyone knows their part, and they still have a week to practice more.

Puck and Sam shortly come down with snacks and drinks, and Puck starts shoving cups of god knows what to everyone in the room. Some of the girls and Kurt are wary and hesitant to drink the alcoholic liquid, but seeing most of their peers gulping it down dissolves their wariness.

Brittany pulls Quinn up to her feet. The dancer is deceptively really strong and has no problem with practically carrying the shorter blonde to her feet. Quinn sits down on the couch to regain her bearing and clear the fog in her mind, but Puck hands her a red solo cup filled with a pretty red drink.

"Drink that, lesbro. It'll make you feel better." Puck tells her and tosses her a large bag of potato chips. She shrugs and starts munching on the chips while chasing it with the sweet red drink. It doesn't taste like alcohol at all, and she hopes that it's just raspberry juice.

Rachel is keeping her alcohol intake as minimal as possible. She seems to be the only one who isn't highly intoxicated. She's a little light headed but nothing extreme like her friends.

The alcohol is flowing generously from Puck for the past hour or so and most of them are half-asleep or passed out somewhere in the basement. She's glad her father is out of town this weekend because he will not be happy to see this scene happening in his own house.

She makes a quick headcount of her fellow glee clubbers.

Finn is snoring in one corner of the room, Santana and Brittany are heavily making out on the couch. Sam and Mercedes are closely sitting next to each other in deep conversation or at least that's what it looks like to an observer. Mike and Tina are cuddled up together on the recliner, sleeping. Kurt and Blaine are dancing ungracefully on the open space in the middle of the room.

Artie, Puck, and Quinn are nowhere to be found in the basement and she starts to worry. She doesn't see them leave, but she wasn't really paying close attention to each person the entire time. She was watching the blonde but Finn tried to dance with her and she moved her attention to pushing Finn off of her.

She hears loud cheering upstairs, more like outside, and she rushes out of the basement, following the sounds. She swings the front door open and finds Puck jumping up and down, cheering. Artie is sitting in his wheelchair in the middle of the empty neighborhood street, and Quinn is going down the road on a skateboard, heading towards Artie at a really high speed.

This scenario alarms the brunette, and she sprints to the three obviously drunk teenagers. Before she gets to them, Quinn is about to collide with Artie but before hitting the boy and his wheelchair, she jumps up and goes over Artie without hitting him, and makes a perfect landing on the other side of the sitting boy.

Artie and Puck cheer and clap for the blonde as she gracefully stops and jumps off the board, giving her audience of two a bow.

Rachel is still in shock and she wonders if the blonde is still drunk. She's very sure that she witnessed the blonde consume just as much alcohol as everyone else.

Quinn stomps one end of the board and it flips up. She reaches out to grab a hold of it but misses and it hits her on the shin. She yelps out in pain, crouching down to furiously rub her injured shin, but she loses her balance and stumbles to her side a little. She does manage to stay upright without falling flat on the street. Puck, Artie, and the blonde boisterously laugh at what just happened.

Rachel shakes her head at them and confirms that the blonde is still indeed drunk. She cannot believe the blonde still manages to do a skateboard stunt perfectly in her intoxicated state. She's almost impressed if the behavior wasn't so reckless and dangerous, and her common sense takes over.

"Quinn, that was reckless of you to do that. You could have hurt Artie. You could have hurt yourself."

"I'm fine, Rach. See… No damage. I'm all good. No worries." The blonde slurs, arms wide open and turning around for the brunette to clearly see that she's not hurt or harmed.

Puck grabs the skateboard lying on the ground and he tries to get on it, but falls hard on his ass. Artie and Quinn holler at the groaning mohawk boy.

"Where did you even get that skateboard?" The brunette wonders because she doesn't remember Quinn bringing one when she arrived.

"Found it right there." Quinn shrugs, pointing to the house next door.

"You stole my neighbor's skateboard?"

"Not steal. More like borrowing. We'll give it back. I promise. They won't even know it's gone." The blonde reasons as if it's most sensible thing in the world.

A loud honking snaps Rachel to action. The car isn't going too fast, and safely veers out of the way of the teenagers, especially Puck who's still lying on the street. Rachel pulls Quinn out of the street to the sidewalk. She helps Puck up to his feet with a struggle because he is much heavier than her petite self, and she makes him push Artie back into the house, and the two boys disappear inside.

Quinn runs out to the street, grabs the skateboard, and starts skating around again.

"Quinn, let's get inside where it's safer."

"Just one more trick." Quinn kicks hard to gain speed and jumps over the sidewalk, attempting a simple kickflip over the sidewalk. She miscalculates and falls hard on the ground, bumping her head on the mailbox on her way down.

"Quinn!" Rachel panics and runs to the blonde's side.

Quinn groans in pain, lying on the cold sidewalk, and wonders if she's dying. This night cannot get any worse but she's proven herself wrong each time.

"Quinn, are you ok?" Rachel worriedly asks, concern lacing her features.

Quinn furrows her eyebrows at the brunette. "Why do you look concerned?"

"How hard did you hit your head on the mailbox?" The brunette wonders, brushing the hair off the blonde's forehead to check the bump.

"I thought you don't care about me?" Quinn pushes Rachel's hand away from her face and tries to get up but she's still a little dizzy, and the brunette grabs her arms to help her ease back down to a sitting position.

"What made you think that?"

"You didn't want to go out with me. You said no." The blonde involuntarily pouts. She drank so much that her emotions are all over the place. She's surprised all the alcohol in her system hasn't killed her yet, if the hits to the head don't kill her first. At this rate, she may end up in the hospital. It may be time to stop drinking for tonight.

"I never said I don't care about you." The brunette whispers but it's loud enough for Quinn to hear.

She's disappointed that Quinn actually thinks she doesn't care. She wonders if she was too demanding of the blonde when she insisted on a grand gesture. She knows she can get too carried away sometimes, but she hopes she was being reasonable. Was she asking too much of the blonde?

Quinn just stares at her blankly and Rachel's really worried about a possible concussion.

"Maybe we should get you to a hospital. How many fingers am I holding up?" Rachel checks the blonde's body for any injuries and holds three fingers up in front of the blondes face.

"Déjà vu." Quinn blurts out of nowhere.

"What?"

"Like the first time we met… Déjà vu." Quinn trails off with a goofy smile at the recollection of their first meeting. The memories give Quinn warm feelings. She blames the alcohol for her weird feelings, because who in their right mind will think fondly of getting hit by a car.

"Oh…"

"Go to prom with me?" The blonde abruptly asks. She's been thinking about it ever since Brittany brought it up earlier, but she never thought she'd actually ask the brunette. The alcohol is definitely messing her up. She hopes for a positive reply and anxiously waits for the brunette's answer.

The brunette has a surprised look on her face, not expecting that at all, and she's speechless.

When Rachel doesn't answer, Quinn gets nervous and starts rambling. "I mean, we'll go as friends. Friends go to prom together all the time, unless you're already going with someone else… Are you? Going with someone else? Coz that's totally fine. I'm just asking like you know, as friends…"

The brunette puts a finger on the blonde's lips to stop her rambling. She smiles at the adorable blonde. "Yes, Quinn. I'll go to prom with you... As friends."

Finn did ask her to go to prom with him, but she declined his invitation. He wasn't happy about it, but she insisted that she's not interested. She hopes that the tall boy doesn't continue to bother her about it, but knowing Finn, he probably didn't take the hint. She'll have to figure out how to avoid him as much as possible throughout the week.

She was hoping that the blonde will ask her to prom. This wasn't what she was expecting, but it is good enough for her, especially since they made it clear that they're going as friends. She feels it is fine to accept such an invitation without expecting some type of grand gesture.

Quinn beams and smiles widely at the brunette's answer and hastily nods at the news. "Got it. As friends." She's fine with going as friends as long as she's going with Rachel. She decides that today's actually not as bad as she initially thought.


A/N: Please review. Thanks for reading.

LOB = Stands for Lack of Better. In relationships, settling for someone who you know you will never be right for you in the long run. (Urban Dictionary)