A/N: *Hides under bed* I am so deeply sorry for the wait! I had planned on taking a short break from writing because I needed to sort out some real life issues, but I didn't think it would take that much. But well, here we are! I know some of you may not like a couple of relationships in the story, but I promise I wrote them for a reason. Please have faith!
Thanks for sticking around, and enjoy! :3
Chapter 9
That Awkward Moment...
Quinn laughed lightly and grabbed another beer. "No Puck. We will not become famous if we write a song about your mohawk." the words were somewhat slurred, but Puck somehow understood them. "Besides, it isn't even that awesome."
"Whoa! You did not insult my mohawk, Fabray. It is awesome. Right Jane?"
Jane was sitting on the couch in front of the TV with one foot on top of the center table, when she heard her name. "Sorry, what?"
"Is my mohawk awesome?"
"Tell him it isn't, Jane!" Quinn giggled.
When she turned to fully look at her band mates, Jane noticed how drunk they were and she laughed. "It is pal!" she stood up from her couch and sat next to Quinn. "Come on Fabray, you know it is." she poked the blonde's rib.
Quinn turned to look at her and pouted. "Okay, you win. But just because you're cute." she brushed Jane's nose with her index finger.
"Quinn Fabray thinks I'm cute?"
The blonde hummed and scooted closer to Jane.
"Well, I think you're cute, too."
"Of course you do. I'm pretty and smart... and thin. The perfect daughter, and yet my parents don't even care."
"Parents are like that sometimes. Puck, Blaine and I know just how awesome you are, so cheer up." she leaned close to Quinn's ear and whispered, "And you forgot to mention something."
A shiver shot down Quinn's spine as she felt Jane's warm breath caressing her earlobe. "What did I forget?"
"You're hot."
Quinn bit her lip and tried not to shiver again. She had never been this close to another girl, and if she would have been sober, she would already be running away.
But she wasn't sober; she was drunk.
And everyone knows that alcohol gives your confidence a boost, and your fears lay buried beneath your feet.
So without a second thought, Quinn slowly turned her face in the direction of Jane's breath and—
DING DONG!
The three of them turned their attention towards the door.
"They're here!" Puck tried to get up, but Jane pulled him back down.
A muffled, "Open up, Puckerman!"came in from the other side of the door.
"Is that Santana?" Quinn asked curiously.
"Sounds like it." Jane stood up and opened the door to find out if indeed, Santana had tagged along with Blaine and Sebastian.
"You bitches made a party and didn't invite me or Brittany? What's your problem?"
Yep. Santana Lopez was in the house, holding Brittany's hand.
Jane looked at Santana while she hugged Sebastian and Brittany. "It's not a party San, we're just celebrating my birthday." she kissed Blaine's cheek.
"There's beer and pizza. You just need music." Santana walked towards Jane and hugged her too. "Happy Birthday, you. How does it feel to be 19? Wait, is your hair getting gray already?"
Jane laughed and lightly pushed her. "Shut up, I'm not that old yet. Thanks for coming, it's good to see you."
"I know. I was thinking of something to give you, like a present, and then I decided to come over. Because my presence should be more than enough, right?" she laughed as she moved through the apartment to say Hi to Quinn and Puck.
"San, be nice." Brittany gently scolded her best friend.
"Yeah, alright. Let's have some fun now!"
…
A few hours later they all sat down in a circle with an empty beer bottle in the middle, playing the classic Spin the Bottle game.
Guess who came up with the idea? Oh you want a clue... She's a bitchy cheerleader.
That's right. Santana's idea.
Quinn put her hand on the side of the bottle and pressed it against the ground, as she turned to look at her friends. They were all pretty drunk, and had similar goofy grins on their faces.
She smiled back at them before closing her eyes and giving the bottle a steady spin.
Her head bobbed to the music, Under Cover of Darkness by The Strokes, as she waited for the bottle to choose its next victim.
One, two... seven spins and it came to a stop with a soft clink.
Not a single sound was made as Quinn slowly opened her eyes to see where the bottle had landed.
She looked to her right. Straight into hazel eyes a shade darker than hers.
Jane.
She blushed and smiled shyly, while Santana teased them.
After a deep breath, they slowly leaned forward, closing their eyes and taking as much time as they needed before their lips met.
It was a soft, slow kiss. Warm, wet lips pressed against each other at first. Slowly overlapping in a second.
At the same time, Quinn's heart started beating faster.
Jane captured the blonde's bottom lip between her teeth and gently bit down, pulling upwards. A soft moan filled the air and Quinn's hands searched for Jane's neck, trying to pull her closer. She couldn't hear anything. She didn't care about a single thing besides kissing Jane. This girl that made her feel so many things.
She wasn't afraid.
She felt happy.
How much time passed? She wasn't sure.
But she suddenly heard someone's footsteps arrive. They sounded oddly familiar, but even though she wanted to investigate, she felt scared.
Somehow, her curiosity won the battle and she pulled away from Jane.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Standing behind Jane was none other than Rachel Berry.
Quinn's face lit up, but as soon as she took in Rachel's expression, she frowned slightly.
"Rach! Is there something wrong? You look angry..."
Rachel looked at her and slowly shook her head. "You wouldn't understand, Quinn."
Everyone else disappeared. It was only Quinn and Rachel.
The blonde tried to understand what was going on, but she really didn't.
"Rachel, please, tell me what's wrong."
Tears began to pool up in the brunette's eyes.
"You kissed Jane."
Quinn nodded, trying to see where this was going. "Yeah, we were playing Spin the Bottle and I'm extraordinarily drunk."
"But I thought..."
"What, Rachel?"
"Nothing."
Quinn stood up and took a step towards Rachel with her hand outstretched.
The brunette stepped back. "Don't, Quinn."
"What is it Rachel? Talk to me."
Finally the smaller girl gave up. She wiped her eyes roughly and replied angrily, "I thought you were going to kiss me first." As soon as the words left her mouth, she blushed.
Quinn felt something heavy in the pit of her stomach. This was the second time Rachel had said that same line. It was the second time Quinn felt the need to make Rachel feel happy doing something she never thought she would.
Despite Rachel's resistance, Quinn stepped forward and held her against her chest. She tilted the brunette's head towards her with a single finger and slowly leaned forward, trying to capture soft lips with her own. She didn't even know why but she had to kiss Rachel. It was as if Rachel's lips held the answers to all of the questions in the world. Everything would be clear once they kissed.
"Quinn..."
She didn't answer, but instead closed her eyes.
"Quinn." louder than the last.
Just a little more and she would reach her goal...
"Quinn!"
"Huh?" she opened her eyes and instantly regretted it. Sunlight was pouring through a thin curtain and her eyes felt like they were on fire.
"What's wrong?" she lay there for a second as she suddenly remembered where she was. And more importantly, who she was with.
It was a dream?
"Uh... Quinn?" Rachel sounded too close and strangely embarrassed, but Quinn had no idea why.
Until she opened her eyes again.
Her head was lying on Rachel's shoulder, while her right hand held onto the fabric of the brunette's shirt, slightly revealing more skin than it should.
As soon as she noticed what she was doing, she let go and tried to push herself backwards, but almost fell off from the bed while doing so.
"I'm so sorry, Rachel!" a blush spread on her cheeks. "I was- I almost—"
Rachel giggled. "Hey, calm down. It's okay. I wasn't worried about the unexpected hug or the clothes. It's just that you seemed to be having a nightmare or something..."
"Uh... Why?"
"Before you hugged me, you were tossing and turning. I thought you were having some kind of bad dream."
Quinn recalled what she had been dreaming and the blush on her cheeks seemed to return. She scratched the back of her head and noticed how mussed up her hair was. But there was no time for being self conscious. "No it was actually rather weird. I was dreaming of the first time Jane and I kissed. And uh... pretty much that." She preferred to keep half of the truth for herself. It wasn't the first time she had dreamed of kissing Rachel but it was the first time she actually knew that she was kissing her best friend.
Rachel's eyes slightly narrowed for a second. But she seemed to compose herself and responded as she leaned forward and straightened out Quinn's hair, "Oh. It's fine don't worry. We tend to do unexplainable things in our sleep." she smiled warmly."Are you hungry?"
Quinn, grateful for the change of topic, nodded. "I actually am! Want me to help you make breakfast?"
Before Rachel could respond, there was a soft knock on the door.
The brunette turned her attention to the door. "Come in!"
It was Leroy. "Good morning girls!" he turned to look at Quinn and smiled. "Quinn, did you sleep well?"
She pushed her dream out of her mind before she could blush again and smiled back at him. "I did thanks! I hadn't slept well in a while."
Leroy seemed to frown, but didn't question further. "Glad to hear that. Breakfast will be ready in about ten minutes, so I'll see you downstairs."
"Thanks Daddy!" Rachel called as her dad closed the door. "Well now we don't have to worry about breakfast Quinn. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to take a shower. I won't take long, but if you want to go ahead and eat something it's fine,"
"No, it's okay. I'll just be downstairs with your dads while so that you can have your space."
"It's not necessary, but do as you please." Some sort of dark, dirty thought filled both girl's minds but they would never admit it. They simultaneously blushed and as soon as they caught sight of each other, they giggled.
"No it's okay Rach, I'll just change back into my..." Quinn turned to look for her clothes but when she couldn't find them she turned back towards Rachel. "Do you happen to know where my clothes are?"
Rachel shook her head. "I think my Dad took our clothes downstairs to the washing room. But you're welcome to grab anything you like from my closet to wear while your clothes are ready."
Quinn considered this for a second. Rachel did seem rather small, but who knew, maybe she'd find something that fit her. And then she remembered that she had the clothes she had used in school on Friday, stored inside her bag."Oh yeah! I actually do have clothes to wear. They're in the car. I'll go get my bag and change while you take your shower, and then I'll meet you downstairs."
"Perfect!" the brunette gave Quinn a radiant smile, and made her way towards her bathroom, stretching and accidentally (or maybe not) lifting her shirt up a bit, revealing the skin in her lower back.
And of course, Quinn's eyes were glued to that perfectly round ass.
…
Half an hour later, they found themselves sitting in the dining room, eating vegan pancakes and drinking orange juice, while they animatedly discussed how good a singer Quinn was, and whether or not she should join the Glee club.
Quinn, who didn't think her voice was anything special, tried to convince the Berry's that she was just not meant to be singing with the other kids from New Directions, but Rachel on the other hand, tried (not too hard, because it didn't take too long to convince anyone around her that her point of view was the right one) to make Quinn see that it was exactly the reason why they needed her, because her voice was something different.
As expected, the blonde ended up promising her that she would audition for the Glee club, along with Puck. She explained that Jane dropped out of school, and was currently working at a music store, so she couldn't join them and Blaine was in a school called Dalton Academy, a private, all boys school.
It was an interesting morning, due mostly to the fact that Quinn hadn't sat down on a table with more than one person, besides herself. It was normally her mother or her father, but never both.
And she noticed that she felt more than happy in that moment. It was like having a family, a real one.
She smiled and thought about how happy she felt being with the Berry's. She could get used to it.
…
"Okay, so you put your fingers here," Quinn pressed Rachel's left hand fingers to the chord, an F major, "and then you strum like this," she grabbed the brunette's left hand and counted while she moved their hands at the same time. "1 … and … 2 …. and … 3 … and … 4 ….. and
down …. down up ….. up ….. down up. See?"
Rachel gave her the signature Berry smile and said, "I think I've got it Quinn!"
"Let's find out."
They were back in Rachel's room, Quinn sitting on the bed, while the other girl sat in a chair in front of her. An emerald green ukulele was clutched in Rachel's hands as she tried to learn the chords while Quinn hummed along. She really wanted to hear the blonde's voice, but she wasn't sure if she should ask her to sing.
Quinn noticed that Rachel had zoned out and looked at her with a motherly expression before asking, "What are you thinking about Rach?"
"I was... wondering if you might want to sing the song. Instead of humming it."
"Oh. I... sure, why not!"
"Yay!"
"Alright, whenever you're ready, Little Star!"
Rachel felt all warm inside when she heard the nickname Quinn had picked for her and wrinkled her nose while she smiled. She the proceeded to hold her fingers in the right place so she could play the song.
Quinn waited for her queue and began to sing.
I'm in trouble
I'm an addict
I'm addicted to this girl
She's got my heart tied in a knot
And my stomach in a whirl
But even worse
I can't stop calling her
She's all I want and more
I mean damn
What's not to adore?
Rachel stopped for a minute, trying to take in the lyrics and noticing that Quinn was looking at her with such tenderness that it melted her heart. She wondered if she looked the same way at all of her friends, and felt herself blush, but she didn't really mind because she was having fun.
"Well done, now the next part!" Quinn smiled encouragingly.
Rachel nodded and kept playing.
I've been playing too much guitar
I've been listening to jazz
I called so many times
I swear she's going mad
And that cellular will be the death of us
I swear, I swear
And oh
O-oh, o-oh, o-ooh
Oh
I'm running my mouth
Just like I got her
But I surely don't
Because she's so
O-oh, o-oh, o-ooh
Rock 'n roll
And out of my league
Is she out of my league?
Let's hope not
"So far, so good!" Quinn giggled and leaned forward smiling.
I'm in trouble
I'm so cliche
See that word just wears me out
Makes me feel like just another girl (Quinn changed guy for girl, because that's how Blaine and her always sang it.)
To laugh and joke about
But even worse
I can't stop calling her
I love to hear that voice
And honestly
I'm left with no choice
This time Rachel joined her singing.
I've been playing too much guitar
I, I've been listening to jazz
I called so many times
I swear she's going mad
And that cellular will be the death of us
I swear, I swear
And oh
O-oh, o-oh, o-ooh
Oh
I'm running my mouth
Just like I got her
But I surely don't
Because she's so
O-oh, o-oh, o-ooh
Rock 'n roll
And out of my league
Is she out of my league?
Let's hope not
And oh
O-oh, o-oh, o-ooh
Oh, oh
With a final strum the song ended and Quinn felt very much impressed. "Good job Rach! You're a very quick learner."
"What can I say? I have the best teacher."
Quinn beamed at her. "You're sweet. Thanks!"
Rachel beamed right back.
"Do you know what time it is?" Quinn was supposed to be home before it was dark again, so she looked towards the window and found plenty of light. No worries.
"It's 3:45. Do you have to go home?"
"Yes, but worry not! We'll see each other tomorrow, right?"
"Of course we will! And every day of the year if you want to."
"I'd like that. We still need to catch up on so much!"
Rachel nodded. "Do you need help gathering your things?"
"No it's fine. I didn't leave my stuff lying all over the place, I just need to get my bag back in the car and I'm all set."
"Very well." Rachel held the Uke out for Quinn to put away, but the blonde shook her head and smiled.
"Why don't you keep it, so you can keep practicing the song I taught you. I'll pick it up next week." she chuckled, "If I can come over again, that is."
"Of course you can! I'd love that!"
"Great! So yeah, here's the case." she handed it over. "And, it's time for me to go home."
They made their way downstairs and Quinn drifted towards the living room, where Hiram and Leroy were watching Real Housewives.
"It was great seeing you again Hiram," she shook his hand, "Leroy."
The taller man surprised her by pulling her into a hug, but she immediately relaxed, because she didn't receive as much hugs as she would like. It felt good.
"Take care Quinn, and you're welcome to visit us any time you want."
Quinn clutched Rachel's Daddy tighter and whispered, "Thanks." she let go and smiled one last time at them before turning towards the door.
When she opened it she found herself face to face with Kurt Hummel.
"Kurt! Hi!" she smiled at him.
Kurt, unable to hide his surprise, stuttered. "Q-Quinn?"
"Yeah. I'm glad to see you remembered my name. Anyway," she turned towards Rachel. "Thank you so much for having me. I'll see you tomorrow. Please take care!" she leaned towards her and embraced her.
Kurt's eyes couldn't have been wider if he tried.
Rachel hugged Quinn tighter and said, "Thanks for giving our friendship another chance."
Quinn pulled away and kissed Rachel's cheek. "Thank you for finding me." She turned to look at Kurt again. "I'll see you later Hummel!" patting his shoulder she began to walk away.
Rachel watched her go feeling happier than she had in a while. She waved at her while she drove away and she knew she had a goofy grin on her face, but she didn't try to hide it.
Until Kurt stood in front of her with his eyes slightly narrowed. "You," he gently poked her chest, "have a lot to explain, Missy. Let's get you inside so you can tell me all about it."
And Rachel let herself be dragged inside her house, because honestly, all she wanted to do was talk about Quinn Fabray.
Thanks for reading! You know how I love reviews, so go ahead :)
The song was Trouble by NeverShoutNever. It's quite catchy and cute, so I thought I'd include it!
Also, kudos for those of you who caught the double meaning I put somewhere in this chapter :p
