"Attention fellow glee clubbers," Rachel announced looking over them as they all sat in her living room. She'd gathered them all because her dads were going to be out of town at a convention in Cleveland and she wanted the glee club to reseal their bond. If they all got back together and they had lost their cohesiveness it would be devastating. Plus, she didn't want to be alone. She was a little frightened in the huge house by herself. She hoped that someone would want to spend the night with her when they found out she was alone. Someone very specific.

Rachel clasped her hands in front of herself, "I just wanted us all to get together so we could spend some quality glee time. We haven't had a meeting that didn't involve construction work in weeks."

"So your dads are gone?" Puck asked from the couch, his arm on the back of the couch behind Brittany.

Rachel nodded.

"When are they going to be back?" he asked.

"Friday," Rachel raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

"Because," Puck stood up and pulled Brittany with him, "We're going to get this party started." Puck looked around the room starting to give out orders, "Crips, music." Artie nodded and got out his iPod, rolling over to Rachel's dads' music system. "Sextana, curtains." After a quick glare at him for no only telling her what to do, but dragging Brittany off with him, she went to the windows to shut the curtains. "Q, lights." Puck pulled Brittany into the kitchen, "We'll get the booze."

Rachel knew that she should stop this. She should tell Puck no she wasn't going to have a party. But this meant that no one was leaving for a long time and she wouldn't be alone. Plus Quinn looked kind of excited and she wasn't mad at her anymore. She had stopped being mad at Quinn after she yelled at her and saw the regret on the blonde's face.

Quinn lingered a little before following orders. She wasn't sure she wanted to do this if Rachel didn't want to. She watched the shorter girl and smiled when she saw Rachel start to help push furniture out of the way so everyone could dance. Quinn dimmed the lights as Puck and Brittany returned with four bottles of liquor and a bunch of glasses.

It wasn't much later that everyone was dancing and drinking having a good time. Quinn pretty much kept to herself, sitting on the arm of the couch. She was off in her head imagining what she should be doing in that moment.

Quinn set her drink down and walked straight up to Rachel. The brunette looked up at her and froze. Quinn took the drink out of Rachel's hand and set it down on a conveniently placed coffee table. Then she took Rachel's hand and spun her around before pulling their bodies together. The music around them pulsed and Rachel's hips moved with her own as they started to dance.

Rachel looked up at her, breathless, her eyes staring at her from under her long eyelashes. Her hands made their way down to Rachel's hips as she held them together hard. Rachel's eyes fluttered closed and her head lulled back. Quinn smirked to herself while continuing to grind them together as the deep bass of the song rattled the floor under them.

A seductive look slid onto Rachel's face and she leaned up, her lips touching Quinn's ear as she whispered, "Come up to my room." She punctuated the sentence by raking her teeth across Quinn's earlobe.

Rachel didn't wait for Quinn to answer. She pulled Quinn up to her room and took off her own clothes before she even got to the bed. The blonde let Rachel push her back on the bed. Quinn brought her hands up to Rachel's ass, squeezing the firm mass causing Rachel to moan, "Oh Quinn…"

"Um Quinn?" the real life Rachel asked, looking a little worried at Quinn who was staring off into the space.

The blonde blinked a few times before turning to Rachel, "Oh sorry I just um…zone out."

"Is the party not fun?" Rachel asked a little worried.

"It's totally fun," Quinn answered, "I just… I'm- Vodka makes me think." She offered up her drink as proof.

Rachel let out a playful smile, "What does tequila do? Because it makes Brittany's clothes fall off." She glanced at the blonde who was standing on the coffee table, shirtless and skirtless grinding on Santana.

Quinn chuckled, "I think I'd better keep my clothes on. I don't have a Santana to protect me from the guys if I get naked."

"I'll protect you," Rachel offered immediately. She let out a warm smile. Quinn had really surprised her today. The blonde was quiet during class and when Rachel dropped one of her books in the hallway (not the fault of Quinn) the blonde picked it up for her with a smile.

Quinn wondered how eager Rachel would be to protect her if she knew what she had just been thinking about. She smiled nonetheless. Maybe Rachel wasn't completely drunk at the last party they had, when she confessed her crush. In her head she asked Rachel if she wanted to dance but out loud she suggested, "How about we get a game going?"

"What kind of game?" Rachel asked running her fingers through her hair.

Quinn watched the hair fall back in the perfect spot around Rachel's face before realizing that she should probably answer, "Um how about-"

"Seven minutes in heaven!" Finn yelled and thrust his hands up in the air.

"Good idea," Santana stepped off of the coffee table and gave Brittany a piggyback ride toward the nearest closet, "Don't mind if we do." They both disappeared behind the door and everyone just gaped after them for about a minute before Artie turned up the music to drown them out.

"Not that," Quinn chuckled, "How about…"

"Hide and seek!" Brittany called stepping back out of the closet and closing the door behind her.

"Where's Santana?" Mike asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Brittany giggled and ran her tongue all the way around her lips before answering, "She needs a minute."

"That was fast," Finn looked a little skeptical.

"She is that good," Puck answered with a cocky smirk. She hitched his chin to Brittany, "So Britt, what do you say we-?"

"Buzz off Puckerman," Santana emerged from the closet with a glow about her that wasn't there before.

Everyone decided to play hide and seek because everyone thought it was a stroke of genius because they were mostly drunk. Puck volunteered to go first and laid on the couch with his eyes closed and started counting.

Brittany and Santana ran past Quinn and Rachel. Santana grabbed Rachel's hand who in turn grabbed Quinn's hand as she was being pulled away. Santana led the way up the stairs and down the hallway. She didn't know where she was going, but she kept running until she got to the last door down the hallway. She threw it open and drug the three girls into it. Rachel closed the door of the guest bathroom and looked around.

Santana and Brittany climbed into the shower and closed the door although it was made of frosted glass. Rachel watched as Santana's back was pressed up against glass and Brittany's hands were pressed against the glass on either side of her.

Santana had been surprised by Brittany's dominance as of late. She wasn't complaining. It was just not like her. She was normally so gentle and tender. Santana's shirt was yanked over her head and throw onto the stone floor. Brittany's hands and lips were everywhere. Santana moaned when Brittany bit down on her neck and roughly groped her breasts over her bra. Santana's leg started to run up Brittany's in an attempt to get some attention where it was most needed.

"Well," Rachel sat down on the ground in the linen closet that was in the bathroom with Quinn. They were awfully close; in fact her knees were touching Quinn's. "They're…"

"Horny all the time," Quinn smiled in the dark of the closet. The only light was coming front under the door. "Speaking of horny how was your date with Kevin?"

"How did you get from horny to Kevin?" Rachel asked.

"I saw him check you out this morning," Quinn leaned her head back on the wall behind her, "He so wants to tap that, argyle covered ass of yours."

Rachel blushed at the mention of her ass so bluntly and bit her lip, "It went well I guess. It would have been better if you were there."

"Really?" Quinn asked.

"I don't mean like- on a date or anything…I mean unless-" Rachel grappled for something to dig herself out of a hole with, "I'm really drunk."

Quinn chuckled, "You're not that drunk." Her chuckle was nervous. Her heart was hammering in her chest. She was really, really close to Rachel. She could smell her perfume and her shampoo. She could feel the heat coming off of her. She could feel a distinct heat gathering between her legs at well.

After a long silence, Santana's moans were filling the bathroom and echoing off of the walls. It wasn't helping to ease Quinn's problem either.

"I guess they really don't want to win," Rachel tried to joke.

Quinn swallowed and lulled her head to the side, trying not to think about how close Rachel really was.

"Are you drunk?" Rachel asked quietly.

"Not really no," the blonde turned back to Rachel wondering where this was going.

Rachel took a deep breath, "Neither am I. I know I'm not."

"I don't think you are either," Quinn answered. She wished she could see Rachel's face.

"Quinn I think there's something I need to tell you since neither one of us in drunk this time."

Quinn started to panic. She knew where this was going. This wasn't supposed to come out until the day before she left to go back to McKinley so she could decide how to handle it. This was too soon, too fast. "No there's not."
"What-what... How did you know what I was going to say?" Rachel sputtered.
"I just know, okay? And I don't want you to say it."
"To say what?"
"Say it!"
"Why not?"
"Because that would make it real and this isn't real. This is not my life. My school didn't explode. My ex best friend slash current nemesis didn't get crushed by the glee room and saved by her girlfriend. I'm not crushing on who is no longer the most annoying person I've ever met. I don't go to a school where no one can hear me scream and no one respects me. It just... It's not happening."
"Why is it so horrible? Why is Brittany saving Santana so horrible? So what if you have a crush on who used to be the most annoying person you know? So what?"

"I'm not ready," Quinn breathed, sighing heavily, "I can't…deal with it."

Rachel reached forward and placed her arm on Quinn's shoulder, "No one's asking you to deal with it. I just wanted you to know."

"But you have to want something," Quinn didn't move because of the fear that Rachel would take her hand back.

Rachel shook her head, "No Quinn. I know there are a lot of expectations for you to live up to and I don't want to add to that." Her hand blindly ran up Quinn's arm and cupped her cheek.

"You remember what happened at Brittany's party?" Quinn asked.

"Yeah," Rachel smiled into the dark, "I'm surprised you do though."

"I'm sorry," Quinn sighed, "I didn't want our first kiss to be like that. I was just so frustrated and I figured that you wouldn't remember."

"You thought about our first kiss?" Rachel ran her thumb over Quinn's cheek, "That's so sweet."

"I-didn't-I…" Quinn stopped talking because the door was pulled open.

Mercedes stood there, looking down at them, "Puckerman fell asleep while he was counting." Her eyes flickered to the shower where they could see the blurred outlines of Brittany and Santana sitting in the shower floor.

Rachel gracefully stood and pulled Quinn up with her. "I wondered what was taking so long. There are very few good places to hide in this house."

Quinn looked back at the shower and stepped up to the door, softly knocking. "Are you two okay?"

"Yeah," Santana's voice was shaking when she replied.

Quinn watched as their silhouettes got up and opened the door. They both looked like they had been crying. Santana's top was all wrinkled and crooked, but she didn't move to straighten it. She pulled Brittany out of the bathroom, past Mercedes, Quinn, and Rachel without speaking. Brittany's head was down and she didn't look up as they left.

Santana pulled her all the way out of the house, grabbing a bottle of whiskey on the way out the door. Santana walked to her car and opened the backseat door. Brittany silently slid in and Santana went in after her closing the door.

Brittany just sat in the seat with her hands in her lap facing straight forward, her eyes red and staring at the seat in front of her.

"B, babe, what happened?" Santana asked desperately, "Did I do something?"

Brittany shook her head, "No."

Santana retraced her steps. They were in the shower and her back was against the wall. Brittany was thrusting her fingers hard and fast inside of her and she was biting her lip trying to keep her voice down. Brittany bit down hard on her collarbone and Santana came hard with a shudder and moan. "Oh my god, Britt that was…" She trailed off when she saw tears trailing down Brittany's face. The blonde buried her face in her hands and sunk down on the ground.

"What happened?" Santana asked moving closer to Brittany placing both of her hands on the blonde's upper arm, "Baby, please talk to me. You're scaring me."

Tears welled up in Brittany's eyes. "I can't- I can't stop seeing…I love you so much." Brittany started sobbing, collapsing in Santana's lap.

Santana was terrified of what was going on in front of her. Brittany was crumbling and she didn't know what to do. She stroked Brittany's hair and kissed her cheek, "I love you too. It's okay baby."

Brittany shook her head, "My nightmares are- I keep having like…daydreams," she sniffled and buried her face in Santana's stomach, "I see you…all hurt and the school fell down…then I'm falling…I can't stop it."

Santana nodded in understanding. She knew that she couldn't help Brittany by herself anymore. Brittany needed way more help than she could give her. "Brittany," Santana kissed her cheek and rested her forehead on the blonde's temple. "Let's go inside and tomorrow we'll have to tell your parents. You need to talk to someone else about this. I want to help you- I really do, I just…I'm not enough anymore."

Brittany reluctantly nodded. Santana was always able to fix everything, but if Santana thought she needed more help then she would go along with it.

"I love you Brittany," Santana whispered, "I love you so much."

Brittany sat up and kissed Santana, "I love you too." She could see the worry all over Santana's face, "Don't worry San. I'll be okay."

Santana nodded and opened the car door. When they got inside, she laid Brittany down with Quinn in the guest room and they watched a movie while Santana took a shower. As she was standing in the hot mist, tears flowed freely down her face, mixing with the water before they dropped down the drain.