A/N: sososososososoooo sorry for the EXTREMELY late update. winter break just snuck up on me and theres this new foreign exchange girl, (french) super cool so i had to hang out with her n stuff. she cool yo! but anyway, i hoped you enjoyed the last chapter even if it was rather short. and a heads up, im going to try and fnish this story asap, cuz im disgusted with my creative ability and i want to start this new prompt i have. its gonna be WAY better than this story. but, im gonna finish this story till the end as promised! everyone, you know the drill. please leave suggestions and feedback. i live off constructve critisism. and just for another little note, im going to stop using certain POVs. theres just too much to keep track of. sorry for the super long authors note. ENJOY I DONT OWN GLEE!
"Noah, I swear she's totally flirting with me. Look at these messages. Do you think she likes me? Of course she likes me, we're friends. What am I thinking? Her feelings for me are strictly platonic. I'm just getting way too ahead of myself. But-"
"Rachel! Just calm down okay? You're starting to ramble again." Puck said trying to surpress a laugh. It may or may not be his fault that Quinn was 'flirting' with Rachel. He told Quinn how she felt and quite frankly, he didn't think that she would have the balls to flirt back. She always seemed like the perfect little Christian girl. Apparently not.
"Noah, I'm trying, really. But I'm just so confused! Out of nowhere, literally nowhere, she starts this?" she says gesturing to her phone. "We just started being friends this week, and it was a little awkward in the beginning. And then she started to get comfortable and I'm already wanting more. I should just be happy that she's willing to be friends and stop getting my hopes up."
"Well that's just dumb. Rachel, get your girl! You can do this. Just keep doing what you're doing and see where it leads. What happened to the girl who gets what she wants, huh? Get in the game."
Rachel just nodded her head with her eyebrows furrowed and jaw set tight. "You're right. While that speech was very...sports-centric... you're right. I won't push her, but I'm going to try and see where this goes. Thanks Noah."
"No problem, Jewbro. Now on another hand, Jerry's having a party tomorrow and I already have a date. Freshman will do anything to go to a upperclassmen party. Anything. But you, my lady, will be my honorary guest. So, you're officially invited. Now we just need to get you a date. Anyone in particular?" Puck said while wiggling his eyebrows.
"Well, I guess I can try and get Quinn to come? Do you think she'd want to?"
With a snort, he replied, "Of course. You may not know this, but underneath those dresses, is a total party animal. Be careful, though. She's an angry drunk. She'll definitely want to go with you."
"Awesome. But just what would I wear? I've never really been to a party before so..." Rachel questioned hesitantly.
"Leave that to me Princess. Quinn will need a cup for her drool after she sees what I have for you."
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hey quinn! im right out front. :)-R
Rachel sent a quick text to Quinn while waiting outside the blonde's house in her car. A few minutes passed without a reply so Rachel stepped out of her car to walk to the front door. She knocked three times and waited at the door for a good twenty seconds before a barefoot, towel-clad Quinn opened up and smiled at Rachel.
"Hey. I heard my phone go off but I couldn't because I was in the shower. Come in and wait while I get ready. Go ahead and make yourself at home," she said with a smile. "At least try to if you can..."
The brunette laughed at the joke because it was completely true. The Fabray home looked more like a museum rather than a place where someone lived. The walls were bland and white with only one family portrait in a small frame on a side table. Above the marble fireplace was an oversized painting of Jesus that was enough to make anyone uncomfortable. Rachel almost didn't want to sit on the couch in fear of creating a wrinkle on the fabric.
Quinn seemed to sense her uncertainty and said, "If you like, you can come up to my room. I won't be long."
Rachel looked at the taller girl as she spoke and slightly zoned out at the sight of Quinn with wet hair sticking to her neck and only wearing a towel. She's not wearing anything underneath, thought Rachel. A light giggle snapped her out of her trance before Quinn said, "Stop your oogling. C'mon Berry."
Rachel's face rosed up like a tomato before following the other girl to the bedroom. "You know Quinn, I'm a strong believer in punctuality and I must say I am very disappointed with you procrastination." she said only half serious. She didn't mind the view she got, so no real complaints.
"Yes mother," Quinn said with faux remorse. "Now just sit on the bed while I do my hair."
Rachel just laughed as she made her way to the Cheerio's bed. She took this moment to get a good look at her bedroom. It was completely unlike the rest of the house. It was painted a deep red with posters of old bands from the 70's and 80's covering parts of the walls. She looked around some more and smiled as she saw pictures of the glee club performing and just being silly stuck up on her vanity. Other ones were just pictures of her, Santana, and Brittany.
"I really like your room Quinn. It's very...you. But what's with all these old bands and... wow, Quinn. Mozart? I never struck you for an oldies and classical junkie. I always thought you would be more top forty."
"Well, not many people know the real Q. They think I'm some air headed blonde cheerleader who just listens to crap like Gaga. But really, I actually have a 4.0 GPA right now and I have an embarrassing obsession for classics. Kinda like a secret nerd," Quinn explained with a smile. "So if you tell anyone I'll kick your ass got it?"
Rachel saw right through the sarcasm and laughed. "Got it."
"I really like your dress by the way. Can I guess Puck picked it out for you? Only he would set up some one with that kind of number."
The shorter girl blushed at the compliment, "Yea he picked it out. He's set on getting me a date tonight," Rachel lied.
"Well that's too bad because I'm your date tonight. No one's stepping near you or taking advantage of you at this party. Especially under my watch. Men are pigs."
The brunette couldn't handle letting out a trademark Rachel Berry smile at the blonde's words. She looked down and blushed before speaking, "Well thank you. That sounds great considering I wasn't exactly looking forward to being groped by random people. I do look forward to going to my first party with you though," Rachel said with newfound confidence.
Quinn smirked at the brunette's boldness, "Well thank you. As am I. Now help me pick out something to wear to this party you speak of." Quinn joked.
Rachel saw this as a perfect opportunity to pick out what she wants to see Quinn in all night. She slapped a small smile on her face before walking to Quinn's closet. Her eye's immediately fell on Italian leather pants with combat boots, and a blue and pink flannel shirt. "You own flannel?" she said as she tossed a joking smile in Quinn's direction.
"Yes, I do. No judging, I bet you own tons." she teased back.
"Quinn Fabray, I take offense to that! Though you are correct, I do not enjoy fitting a stereotype."
Quinn let out a good natured laugh. "Calm yo tits, Berry. Is this what you want me to wear tonight?"
Rachel stood wide-eyed for a moment before snorting, "Oh my gosh, Q. Never even attempt to speak gangster again. Though it was very cute..." There's silence as Rachel pauses for a moment and Quinn blushes. "And of course it's what I want you to wear. It'll look smokin' on you." She finished with a wink.
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The two girls walked into Jerry Sanger's cramped two-story home. There were already plenty of people there and there were a few already drunk.
"Ladies! Glad you're here. Jerry and I are starting a game of beer pong. Care to join?" Puck greeted them.
"I don't know Noah. You know I'm a bit of a lightweight." said Rachel.
Quinn stared daggers at Puck and dared him to insist.
"Don't worry girl. I'll go easy on you, promise."
Puck kept his word though the game and only managed to sink the ball in one of the cups only one time, and it was on Quinn's turn. Since he kept the promise, Quinn wasn't too upset with Puck. She was, however, seething at Jerry. There was honestly nothing to hold against the boy, other than he was really good at beer pong. Halfway through the game, Rachel was teetering on the edge of being wasted and hanging all over Quinn. The blonde had no issue with taking care of Rachel though. She just wanted the other girl to be careful with her alcohol from now on. God knows what happened last time Quinn was drunk.
It was Rachel's turn and she only managed to toss the ball haphazardly and without aim on a random spot of the table. Miraculously, the ball went in and Rachel obnoxiously celebrated by letting out a loud 'whoop' and giving a victory dance to Puck. She wiggled her ass around and chanted out her own name. People surrounding her couldn't help but join in with the drunk diva and chanted as well.
Quinn stifled a laugh at what she was seeing. Never in her life would she expect to see Rachel Berry, her friend, shaking her drunk ass around a party. It was too much to handle and Quinn laughed loudly.
Hearing Quinn snapped the brunette out of her victory-induced trance and she stumbled back around the table to Quinn. "Dance with me," Rachel whispered closely to the cheerleader's ear. She could only nod in response as Rachel dragged her by the wrist to the makeshift dancefloor. She went straight to work and began to grind her butt against the blonde's front. Quinn's breath hitched at the feeling. She's grinded before, but strictly with boys until this point. She was feeling quite tipsy, though, so she returned the gesture.
As Rachel slid back and around into the Cheerio's core, she slipped her hand behind her to grip Quinn's thigh and dance provocatively. Her own hand rested on Rachel's shoulder until she drew a trail with her fingers down Rachel's arm. In both of their drunken state of mind, the two got heated quickly. Quinn bent her neck down to nuzzle into Rachel's neck and hair. The diva's breathing picked up and she let out a small hum. She was feeling fantastic. She was having a fantastic time at a party with her official 'date', Quinn, and she also got to be unquestionably close to the blonde. In any other situaton, this may cause Quinn to run off, but they both felt free at the moment. And Rachel felt extremely aroused.
Until fucking Finn Hudson.
"G-Get your hands...off h-burp-er."
Rachel seemed to significantly sober up at the drunken and angry voice of Finn.
Quinn sensed Rachel's discomfort and decided to take things into her own hands. She remembers that someone told her that Rachel didn't exactly break up with Finn nicely. While he did deserve it, she could tell that alcohol and anger don't mix well with Finn. Even when he's sober he manages to knock over chairs in rage. She chuckles at his anger problem before addressing the problem in front of her.
"Why should I Finn? She seems to enjoy someone else's hands on her rather than yours. So I don't exactly see a problem here. Just go grab that bottle of vodka and drink your little case of heartbreak away. That's all you can do."
The freakishly tall boy's face reddens visibly and that vein on his neck sticks out. Not a good sign...
"Whats with y-you lately Quinn? Getting pregnant wasn't enough to break your reputation? Now you just spend time with losers and fight their battles for them?" He hiccups before continuing, "Pathetic."
Quinn swears she's seeing red. How dare he mention Beth. And not only did he insult her and her baby, he called the girl he's supposed to 'love' a loser. Quinn promised to herself that she would make things better with Rachel and she's definitely keeping that promise. Finn Hudson, meet your worst enemy.
"You fucking bastard! You will never bring up my daughter around me! Got it? Never. And, by the way. You just called Rachel a fucking loser when you dumbly state that you love her. Obviously she's not a loser, and obviously you don't love her! You crossed the line, Finnept. Leave us the fuck alone." Quinn rages.
"But I do lo-" Finn sputters.
"What the hell is going on here? I heard yelling." interrupts Puck.
"Finn here thought it would be a good idea to ruin everybody's fun night, and mention Beth as if she were a mistake. She's fucking perfect. She also just called Rachel a loser. Did I miss anything Finn?" said Quinn.
Puck just tackles the lumbering oaf down to the ground and begins to punch him in the jaw at a dangerous rate. "How dare you! That's my fucking daughter and my best friend!"
Rachel chooses this time to intervene. "Noah stop. He's had enough."
Puck's breathing slows back to a normal pace and he gets off Finn. He then grabs him by the back of his shirt and drags him to the front door. "Get the hell out of here before you embarrass yourself."
When he walks in the room he finally notices the large crowd surrounding the large fiasco. "Nothing to see here, just continue with the party people!" he shouts annoyed.
The music starts again and people awkwardly and hesitantly throw themselves back into the sound. He addresses the two girls with his eyebrows raised and he gets a nod back from both of them. After his confirmation he grabs the bottle of vodka and starts to drink in order to calm down and leaves the girls alone.
"Hey are you okay Rach?" Quinn asks after a long silence. She leads them to the back patio for quiet and fresh air.
"Are you kidding Quinn? Of course I'm okay. I should be asking you if you're okay. You seemed to kind of...lose it in there. Do you want to talk about it?"
"Yea...that kind of happens every time someone mentions Beth. Sometimes I can't handle just having a photo of her ya know? The only thing that helps me push through is the fact that I know Shelby can give her what I can't right now. She's the only perfect thing in my life and I just want what's best for her."
"I understand comepletly. I nearly went through the same thing, only the roles were reversed. Shelby gave me up in order to insure the best for me and herself. And look where she is now. She's led Vocal Adrenaline to nationals like, four times. You made the right decision Quinn. She's going to have a great life. Sister Rachel will make sure of it," Rachel says to lighten the mood.
"Ew! Don't even menton that you're practically her sister. It totally creeps me out." Quinn chuckles. "But thanks."
"No problem. Do you want to get out of here? I'm not exactly in the party mood anymore if you know what I mean."
"Yea sure. I'm driving though. You drank way too much tonight."
"Agreed," laughs Rachel. "How about you just spend the night? I'm sure your mom wouldn't enjoy you walking in the door at nearly two in the morning."
"Actually, she probably wouldn't care at all, or even notice. She'll be too drunk..."
"Oh," Rachel senses a sore spot. "Well, just stay over anyway. That way you won't have to walk home."
"Okay."
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Quinn pulled Rachel's car into the driveway, and then before Rachel could even fumble to unlatch the seatbelt, Quinn had the brunette's car door open and an outstretched hand waiting for Rachel to take it.
"How very chivelrous, Fabray."
"Why, thank you, madam." Quinn joked back.
They both walked to the door with Quinn's arm around the brunette's waist since she was still slightly tipsy. She struggled with the keys before they made it inside and Rachel immediately flopped on the couch.
"So, I see you are handling your first after-party slump quite well. Wait until your massive hangover tomorrow. That will be a blast."
"Oh gosh don't even mention that. I already had enough trouble tonight, I don't need anymore tomorrow." Rachel grumbled.
Quinn chuckled at Rachel's behavior. "Speaking of tonight... That was quite a scene we caused at the party."
Rachel looked almost guilty for a moment, then hung her head as she spoke, "I'm so sorry about that, Quinn. It must have made you so unfortable. I was practically groping you," she blushed. "and then Finn... I'm so sorry that happened."
"Hey it's alright. I didn't mind the groping nearly as much as Finn. He totally ruined a good time."
"You were having a good time? I wasn't sure because I hear that whenever I'm drunk I get pretty handsy, I didn't want to make you on edge or anything."
Quinn let out a loud laugh at the memory of a drunk Rachel Berry. Possibly the cutest thing ever. "Yes, Rachel, I was having a great time," Quinn assured. "But on the other hand, I'm really tired right now. Do you mind if we crash?"
The brunette looked relieved at the request. "That's perfect. I'm quite tiresome myself. I'll just get you some pyjamas for you to wear although they may be a bit small and I'll meet you in my room."
The cheerleader nodded and Rachel left to retrieve some clothes. Once she returned, Quinn changed in the bathroom and went upstairs to Rachel's room. She knocked before coming in, making sure that the other girl wasn't changing.
"Come in!"
Once she was inside she asked, "Um, do you have some blankets and stuff for me to set up on the floor?"
Rachel looked appalled by this statement. "Nonsense Quinn! You are sleeping in my bed. I wouldn't make you sleep on the floor. That's unsanitary."
Quinn chuckled, "Okay."
Both girls got in the bed under the covers and laid there motionless for a few moments. "Uh, Rach? Are you gonna turn out the lights?" She turned to the other girl to see that she was already out stone-cold. She sighed and then got up to find the switch. She deemed unsuccessful, and went on a whim. She clapped twice, and sure enough, the lights turned out. "Of course Berry has a clapper..." Quinn got back into the bed and even though the other girl couldn't hear she said, "Night, Rach."
Within minutes, both girls were in a deep sleep.
