A/N: Here's another update to wet your whistle. Not my best work, but hopefully you enjoy it.


Rachel, Quinn, Santana, and Brittany sat outside of a small café watching as cars passed by. Every since the second week in Phoenix they had adopted a weekly tradition of girl time. It was their time to officially get away from the boys and their antics. It wasn't that they didn't enjoy the boy's company, because they truly did; but when you put three young testosterone driven men in a confined space, things start to get a little crazy.

"Remind me again why Kurt and Mercedes didn't want to come with us this week," Quinn asked.

"Oh that's easy. Kurt said he needed to get a pedicure because his feet were horrendous and Mercedes went with him. Really they just wanted to get away and have their gossip time."

The three others girls turned to look at Brittany, confusion evident on each of their faces.

"What gossip time Brittany" Rachel asked quizzically.

"Every week, they get together to talk about all the gossip in the house. Last week they were talking about how Puck and Santana got us all banned for starting a fight at that club. They said you two were probably going to get arrested while we're here. They also said you acted like inconsiderate immature children."

Quinn looked across the table to see Santana's nostril's flaring with each deep breath she took. She could tell the Latina was absolutely fuming. One thing about Santana was she had an absolute dislike for people who as she put it, "talked shit behind her back." She always prided herself in being completely honest with others and hoped people would respect her in the same manner. She had no problem when people called her out on her own faults to her face, in fact she secretly loved it; but when they did it in a sneaky fashion, she would immediately peg them as a coward.

"Brit, how do you know all this," Quinn inquired.

"They were talking about it in their room one night. I was lonely so I came to cuddle with you, but you were already asleep. So I just climbed under the covers and spooned you. You know Quinn, you're like a giant teddy bear. Anyway, I was about to fall asleep, but Kurt and Mercedes walked in and they were being really loud. They woke me up so I just laid there; I think they thought I was sleep. They started talking about how they hadn't had time for their gossip fest and some other stuff.

The three other girls sat shocked.

"I had no clue. I mean I know they're both… for lack of a better term divas, but I didn't think they were cold-hearted," Rachel said.

"That's because they're not," Brittany responded.

"Brittany what are you talking about? You just told us they basically talk shit on us behind are backs. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't pummel their asses the next time I see them," Santana asked enraged.

"Well for one you're too good for that, and two they don't really mean it."

"What do you mean they don't mean it? Do they just open up their mouths and crap magically comes out. Even you're not that slow Brittany."

By the time the words left her mouth, Santana knew she was in trouble. She hadn't meant to call Brittany slow, she was just so angry with the Mercedes and Kurt situation she lashed out at the taller blond. She looked to her right to see Brittany's head hung low.

"Are you an idiot Santana? You can't go around calling people stupid whenever you feel like it," Quinn hissed.

One of the more surprising turn of events during their month in Phoenix came when Brittany and Quinn struck up a tentative friendship in the house. The two were polar opposites of one another. Quinn was eighteenth century literature and big vocabulary, and Brittany was Dr. Seuss and nursery rhymes. The pair had formed a strong bond and would often spend hours talking to each other in the privacy of one of their rooms. None of the roommates could ever figure out what the two could even be remotely conversing about at such length. They just always chalked it up to Quinn trying to explain something Brittany's feeble mind couldn't grasp.

"I'm sorry Brit, I didn't mean to call you that," Santana quickly apologized.

"Well then maybe you should keep your big mouth shut the next time you want to call someone dumb," Quinn replied with a biting tone.

"Why don't you stay out of this blondie and for the record I didn't say she was stupid or dumb."

Rachel watched as the scene unfolded. Brittany still had her head downcast in shame, and Santana and Quinn looked like two alpha wolves about to attack. Both girls posture was rigged and anger swirled through their eyes. Rachel had never seen Quinn this livid before and she had to admit it kind of scared her. Sensing a heated argument about to take place, Rachel intervened.

"Calm down both of you," the tiny brunette demanded. Rachel watched as their posture relaxed, but only slightly.

"You two are so busy fighting, you didn't even notice how Brittany must be feeling," Rachel admonished.

They all turned to look at the girl, whose eyes were glazed over with unshed tears.

"Britt no one thinks you're stupid," Quinn responded quickly reaching out to grasp the other girl's hand.

"You don't have to lie Quinn, I know how people perceive me."

"Brit look at me, you remember what we talked about," Quinn asked softly and Brittany nodded her head.

"I'm not stupid and anybody who say's differently is a butt-head," Brittany replied happily.

"That's right Brit."

"Do you know why Quinn and I go in her room for hours, but you guys can't come," Brittany asked looking to Rachel and Santana, who both shook their heads in confusion.

"She helps me with my reading. I'm not very good at it, but she teaches me. I'm reading something by a guy name Lord Byron now. It's really cool, I mean sometimes I don't understand what he's saying, but Quinn always explains it to me."

Santana and Rachel still sat with a dumfounded expression on their faces, trying to grasp the information Brittany was feeding them. The taller girl looked to them and sighed.

"I know I'm not stupid; sure I may be naïve and gullible, but I'm not stupid. Every since I was a little girl I always had trouble reading. Nobody could ever teach me how and all the kids picked on me. I didn't learn to read until I was nine years old, and even then it was kindergarten books. My parents took me to a doctor and they said I had a learning disability. I don't pick up words as quickly, because when I see them their all backwards and jumbled up. People think I'm slower at reading and memorizing things because I'm dumb, when really I have dyslexia. I always taught myself in school, because no one else could ever make me understand. It was really hard and kids would always call me slow, but I was happy because at least I was trying. When Quinn found out, she said she would help me. She's the only person who makes me get it. She knows how to teach me, so that the words are clear and in order."

Rachel reached across the table and laid a reassuring hand on Brittany's forearm.

"We don't think you're slow Brittany."

"I know, but that's because you guys actually listen to me and don't judge me."

"Well people who judge you aren't worth it. It's their lost if they don't want to know you," Rachel said.

"People are always going to judge me Rach. To most people I'll only be the stupid blond who can dance well. They don't want a chance to get to know the real me."

"Well screw them then. If they can't see how amazing you are, then they don't deserve a chance to even be in your presence," Santana spoke up.

The girls looked to Santana stunned.

"What, stop staring at me with those goofy faces. I'm sorry about that comment I made Brit; I'm the idiot not you. Look, you three are my girls. I don't exactly have a great track record with making friends, but you bitches make it easy. You're like little fleas that keep attaching yourselves to me and no matter how hard I try to scratch them off, they keep latching back on."

"Aww, was that your way of telling us you love us Santana," Rachel asked playfully.

"Shut up munchkin. Just know I got your back, all of your backs. I know I can be a bitch, but I would never intentionally hurt you guys."

Collective "aww's" were heard around the table. Santana was caught off guard when Brittany leaned over and brought her into a hug. As time went on, she felt herself began to relax in the embrace. She had never been one for affection, even as a small child. Her father was a sergeant in the military and believed that being in touch with your emotions showed weakness. She learned at an early age to keep her emotions well hidden. Pulling out of the embrace, she let out an awkward cough. The rest of the table erupted in laughter.

"Shut up, I swear if you repeat this shit, I'll kill all of you with my bare hands."

"Oh relax San. I promise you won't lose any cool points with us," Quinn laughed.

"Yeah Sanny, you're still the number one badass in the house," Rachel cooed.

"Damn right I am. Hey Q, are we still good," Santana asked hopefully.

"Yeah San, I'm sorry I blew up on you like that."

"Don't apologize, you had every right to. I would have kicked my own ass. Pound it out," Santana held out her fist.

Quinn giggled and bumped her closed fist against the Latina's. They were definitely a dysfunctional family, but they were a family nonetheless.


Four hours later, the nine roommates were dolling themselves up for a night on the town. They had finally found a club they hadn't been banned from and decided to give it a try. The five girls plus Kurt were gathered around the bathroom mirrors primping and prodding, trying to look their best.

"I hope you don't get us kicked out of this one too Santana," Mercedes snorted.

Santana had to mentally restrain herself from smacking the other girl in the back of her head. She made a promise to Brittany she'd play nice, but the gossip duo were really grating her nerves. Brittany tried to explain that the only reason they did it was because they were insecure with their places in the house. Kurt wasn't overtly masculine so he didn't fit in with the boy's and Mercedes didn't have the Hollywood figure the other girl's in the house possessed. The taller blond told them that, "In life we put down those we envy the most." Santana had to admit it did make sense, but that still did not excuse their behavior.


An hour and forty minutes later drinks were flowing and the loud bass from the speakers were booming. All nine of the roommates were assembled together on the dance floor in the club. It was turning out to be an enjoyable night out free from all drama, or at least for a little while.

Quinn and Rachel swayed together in the middle of the floor. Rachel had already consumed two shots of tequila and was feeling quite a good buzz. The petite girl turned her body so that she was no longer facing Quinn. She began a gentle sway of her hips and proceeded to walk back slowly, with every step inching closer to the blond behind her. Tossing a glance over her shoulder, she saw Quinn's gaze firmly planted on her back side. She knew she had the taller girl enticed. She continued backing up until she was firmly pressed against Quinn's front. The two began a sensual rock to the rhythm emanating from the club speakers. Tanned arm's circled around Quinn's neck trying to pull her impossibly closer.

Rachel had no clue why she was doing this. Sure she wanted to open up to the blond more and strengthen their relationship, but this wasn't in her plans. She just couldn't help it, the blond looked particularly delicious and there had been an undeniable force drawing them together all night. Rachel was awoken from her inner musings when pale arms encircled her waist. Her breath hitched when she heard heavy panting originating from behind her. Rachel's mind was clouded with something she could only describe as pure want. Grinding her backside more firmly into Quinn's crotch, Rachel's head began to spin. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but the whimpers Quinn was producing had her wanting more.

Swiftly turning around in Quinn's embrace, Rachel gasped. She was met with darkened eye's swirling with emotion. Lust, passion, fire, desire, Rachel saw it all. Taking a step closer, Rachel leaned in. She couldn't stop herself it was like a deep need she couldn't control. She leaned in closer and allowed their breath to mingle, this was it, no turning back…

"Hey Rach, you want to dance?"

Rachel jumped out of Quinn's embrace like she was on fire. She turned around to see Finn staring at her with a goofy expression adorning his features. Thankfully he didn't have a camera crew attached to him this time.

"I…I'm sorry F…Finn can you repeat that," Rachel stuttered.

"I asked if you wanted to dance with me."

She spotted Quinn out of her peripheral standing with her head hung; Rachel was torn. All she wanted to do was continue what she started with Quinn, but her head was telling her to run. She was confused, she had slept with girls, but that's all it ever was. It wasn't like she hopped from bed to bed, but she did have a handful of meaningless hook-ups. She didn't do feelings, it was all about the release then she would leave. She didn't want to just sleep with Quinn though; she wanted to do so much more than that. She wanted to cuddle after the sex and wake up next to her in the morning; her head started spinning with the onslaught of emotion. Everything was becoming too real for her. She had two gay dads, but that didn't make her gay. The thought just seemed so cliché to her. Kids always called her a dyke and told her it was hereditary; like homosexuality was some type of disease passed on from generation to generation.

Old memories assaulted her brain, she couldn't be gay; she couldn't even be bisexual. She spent years trying to prove those people wrong. When they told her she wouldn't be a star, she got accepted to Julliard and moved to New York. When they tried to destroy her spirits and put down her talents, she led her glee club to victory at National's. She had finally shown her tormentors that she was better than them and she wasn't about to give in to temptation now. She would always have her friendship with Quinn, but that was all it would ever be.

"I would love to dance with you Finn."

Rachel stretched her hand forward and Finn eagerly took hold of it. The brunette walked off without as much as a glance backwards. She knew if she saw the look on Quinn's face, it would absolutely kill her. As she danced with Finn, she couldn't help but let a single tear drop. Thankfully her face was currently buried in his chest so he wouldn't notice. She knew this would be better for both her and Quinn in the long run; she just didn't think it would hurt this much.


A/N: Okay, so I know you all must hate me by now, but don't fret. Every relationship has to experience their rock bottom before they can experience their ultimate high. With that being said, the next chapter should be up by tomorrow or Wednesday. As a forewarning, it does get worse before it gets better, but don't lose faith in these two. I promise they figure it out soon.

A/N 2: The roomates will be starting work soon. So if you have any suggestion as to where they should work let me know. P.S. you guys are awesome.