Quinn rubbed her tired eyes as she walked through the halls at work. The blonde was already dreading spending yesterday at the park-all day-and then spending the night at Puck's with her girlfriend and best friend's, drinking, laughing...and drinking some more. It was like old times, but she should've known better, because now her head was throbbing.
"Quinn we missed you last night. It was a shame you didn't show up." Callie said, once Quinn had walked into the woman's office, with a coffee in hand for her boss, like she had requested.
"I'm sorry about that something came up. I should have called, but I don't have your number and-"
"Oh that reminds me..." Callie started as she grabbed a piece of paper and began to jot down her phone number. "...if you ever want to talk, don't hesitate to call."
Quinn raised her eyebrow finding it odd but she decided to not question it, she wasn't in the mood.
"Tonight there is a banquet here, open bar. This time make an appearance." Callie had dropped the friend tone and was now using the stern boss tone.
Quinn just nodded, not in the mood to fight the request. "Can I bring-"
"Bring whoever you want. Now enough about that, let's get to work."
xxxxx
Santana stood in the lobby of Atlantic Records once again. It was convenient to pick Quinn up seen as her class ended an hour before Quinn's shift did.
"Well I had fun working with you today." Callie said as she walked Quinn out.
"I'm still sorry about dropping the file folders, and spilling coffee on you today."
Callie sighed and looked down at her coffee stained shirt. When she looked up her eyes met Santana's and the Latina didn't hesitate to glare.
"Hello Santana, nice to see you again. I hope you can join us tonight."
Santana threw on a fake smile and clenched her fist, which rested beside her hip.
"If Quinn's going, I'll be there."
"Good I was hoping you'd come." She turned to Quinn and Callie's expression quickly changed, and Santana was quick to notice. She smiled brightly and gently placed her hand on Quinn's. The blonde grew uncomfortable, but didn't visibly show it.
"I'll see you tonight."
Quinn nodded and gave her a timid smile. "See you later."
Before Callie had the opportunity to say a goodbye Santana was pulling Quinn towards the doors, wanting to leave before she punched the other girl. She continued to drag Quinn until they were fully out of the building, she gave her one last tug and the blonde stumbled on a piece of ice, and in pure reflex the Latina attempted to catch the blonde, before she fell. Unfortunately they both fell down, Santana hit the snow layered pavement and Quinn landed on top of her and glared down at her best friend. Santana laughed in return and the glare hardened.
"I never thought I'd get you on top of me, Fabray." She sent the blonde a wink and wrapped her arms around the back of Quinn's waist; causing the blonde to scoff.
"What the hell San, you didnt have to pull me!"
"What? I just wanted to get the hell out of there before I connected my fist to her face." Quinn struggled in her friends hold and Santana dropped her hands, allowing Quinn to gather herself to her feet.
"Why do you hate her so much? She's actually really nice and she's the only friend I have in this place."
Santana raised her eyebrow from her spot on the ground. She let out a loud sigh and began to pull herself up. She stood in front of Quinn, and her face hardened. The blonde wasn't intimidated and just went about brushing the snow off of her jacket.
"I hate her because I can see though her Q. She's not interested in being your friend; she's only interested in getting in your pants. And what do you mean you have no friends? You have us."
"You think everybody just wants to screw everyone." Quinn scrunched up her nose, as she realized her words had come out weird, and didn't make as much sense as she wanted them to. She shook her head and jumped to the next part of what she was going to say. "I'm aware I have you guys. I just meant she's the first person who's befriended me since I've moved here. It's kind of nice to have a friend outside of you guys."
"I'm telling you Q, she is just messing with you but you're capable of making your own decisions. By the way when she fucks things up, just remember that I warned you."
Quinn rolled her eyes and began to walk home. Santana was quick to follow. "S, you're just paranoid."
"And you're oblivious."
xxxxx
Quinn looked at her girlfriend; her breath was taken away thanks to the small navy blue dress Rachel was wearing. They were standing in the front hallway and as they stared at each other Brittany and Santana seemed to 'disappear' while they faded into their own little world.
"You look beautiful babe." She kissed the diva's cheek quickly, her lips ghosting over Rachel's blush.
"You don't look too bad yourself Quinn." Rachel said as she stared at Quinn in her tiny pink dress, the more she stared, the more she wondered how she ended up with the blonde.
"You're practically drooling Rach, I'd say I look better than 'not too bad.' "
Rachel stepped forward, closing the small distance they had between them. "If we didn't have to go tonight, I would definitely-"
"I don't want to hear the rest of that sentence!" Santana said loudly making sure to bring Rachel's words to a halt. The diva laughed and felt a shiver as Quinn's lips connected to hers, which cut off the soft laughter.
"Stop sucking Berry's face and get your damn coat on!"
The blonde disconnected their lips and sent the diva a soft smile, and then sent a glare Santana's way. She grabbed Rachel's coat and held it out. The brunette slipped her arms in with a small smile on her face.
"Always so chivalrous."
"Don't get use to it." Quinn said a laugh hidden in her voice.
"Santana have you seen my coat with the duck on it?" Brittany asked as she stared at the coat rack.
"No sweetie, just wear your black one."
"But I wanted the duck one."
Quinn laughed as she spotted the coat Brittany had been looking for. "Found it."
The other blonde beamed and jumped in excitement, "Thank you Q!"
"Are we ready to leave yet!" Santana yelled.
"Yes." Everyone else said, in unison.
xxxxx
Quinn walked into a side room in her work building and let out a sigh, hoping she'd blend in with the crowd.
"Well they all look like-"
"Santana at least try and be civil tonight." Quinn said, almost pleading.
"Fine, if you need me I'll be at the bar." She walked farther into the room and Brittany followed sending a small apologetic smile to Quinn and Rachel.
"So what do you think?" the blonde asked, as she looked around the room, wanting to know what Rachel thought about her work, and the people.
"Currently I'm thinking that-"Rachel was cut off by Callie as she hurried to approach them.
"Quinn you made it!" the woman leaned in catching Quinn off guard and placed a gentle kiss on each cheek. The blonde could feel Rachel's grasp on her hand tighten and Quinn dug her teeth into her bottom lip. For her it was hard to resist her girlfriend when she got jealous. Callie stepped back and turned to look at Rachel, her smile becoming smaller.
"Rachel it's nice to see you again, a pleasure really."
"It's great to see you too Callie. You're right, it's a real pleasure." Rachel said sarcastically with a bitchy tone. The girl's eyebrow raised and Quinn's lips formed into a smirk.
"You should have joined our label; you would have brought great talent to it, then again we never offered to sign you. But we're glad to have you here none the less." Callie's words were no longer polite, they were dripping with sarcasm and this fight was beginning to bore her. She began to think that Quinn wasn't worth the trouble but as she watched the blonde bend towards Rachel and place a soft kiss to her temple she straightened her posture and decided Quinn would be worth it. She was hot and taken; Callie wanted the challenge and the conquest. To her Quinn was just another hot girl and another notch in her headboard.
"Well I will catch up with you later, help yourself to the bar and don't hesitate to mingle." With that Callie walked away. As soon as she was out of sight Rachel turned to Quinn and raised her eyebrow.
"I was under the impression that nobody was allowed to kiss you except for me." Rachel crossed her arms over her chest and her lips formed into a tense line.
"Sweetie you know I'm yours."
Rachel looked over at Callie-who was at the bar-and then back at her girlfriend. "Are you certain about that?"
"Rach, you know I wouldn't cheat on you. I'm yours, trust me."
"Good then tell her that, or I'll tell her to back off myself."
Quinn stepped forward and ghosted her lips over Rachel's making the brunette yearn for their lips to connect fully.
"You're so sexy when you're jealous."
"Quinn Fabray...I am not jealous. I do not get jealous."
"Okay babe, whatever you say." Quinn connected their lips, giving Rachel the kiss she had been waiting for.
xxxxx
They had been standing there for the last hour, not doing much at all. It was a boring event and as soon as Callie began to show herself again, Santana's bitchy side took over. She glared at the way Callie walked, flaunting herself as if she was begging Quinn to look at her.
"Hey Quinn, I was wondering if I could borrow you for a second. I have some people who are signed with us that I'd like you to meet."
Quinn looked at Rachel, hoping the brunette would tell her to stay but the diva wasn't paying any attention. She was in a deep conversation with a man who was obviously gay and could give Kurt a run for his money in fashion.
"It-it won't t-take that long." It was obvious to Quinn, and probably everyone that Callie had been drinking, a lot. The blonde sighed and soon found herself having no choice as Callie placed her arm around her wrist and yanked her down off of the stool, and through the room.
"So, are you having fun?" her boss asked as she made progress in dragging Quinn further away from the bar; which left a very pissed off and protective Santana behind.
"Yeah so much fun, it's been such a riot." Quinn snapped, not caring if she sounded like a bitch at this point; even if it was her boss.
"Quinn you shouldn't be so negative, it's a party!" Callie finally stopped pulling them as soon as they were in the hallway a fair distance away from the door. Before Quinn could even count to 10, Callie had pushed her against the wall, with the older girl's body flush against Quinn's. The blonde hated the way it felt, it felt wrong like two puzzle pieces you try to fit together for several minutes but they just don't connect, because they aren't meant to and then you realize that the one piece belongs with a different one.
"...You're supposed to let loose at a party, drink a little...hook up a little." Callie added.
"Callie-"Quinn began wanting to tell her to fuck off but her words didn't make it out. Callie had swallowed them as she smashed their lips together. Their lips didn't move in unison, or fallow a rhythm. Callie's lips messily powered over Quinn's, and the blonde didn't move hers at all in return. The blonde managed to connect her hands with Callie's shoulders and pushed her off, which disconnected their lips.
Callie frowned. "What is it baby?" she whispered, while caressing Quinn's cheek.
"Don't touch me and don't call me that" She slapped away the hand, "I have a girlfriend. Did you miss that part?"
"She doesn't need to know baby."
Quinn was fuming, but was forcing herself to keep it together. Callie tried to push herself up against Quinn again but this time the blonde knew it was coming and shoved her. Once she had some space she slipped away from wall, "I said don't."
Callie rolled her eyes, beginning to get pissed off herself, usually the girls she went after didn't reject her and they weren't as faithful to their other half as Quinn was. The girl looked around and her eyes settled on something down the hall and a sly smile began to play with her lips. She lunged for Quinn and the blonde couldn't even use her reflexes before their lips smashed together once again.
The person who Callie had spotted walked a bit closer and her eyes began to water. "Quinn..." the voice was soft and timid it was full of hurt and the person was now obviously broken.
The blonde's heart felt like it stopped and her lungs felt stuck as if they were balloons that were not yet inflated. Once she heard the voice she immediately pushed Callie off and before she could look at Rachel, or control her anger Quinn's hand connected with the side of Callie's face. The blonde turned her head, but the diva was already storming away and back into the room.
"Listen bitch, when a girl says don't they mean don't and also I have a girlfriend...or at least I did and even if I was single, I wouldn't sleep with you. Get over yourself, I'm not interested nor will I ever be. If you try and kiss me again, I won't have a problem beating the shit out of you."
Quinn didn't want to hear Callie reply so she began to walk away. The blonde who was on a rampage came to a sudden halt as her and Santana almost collided.
"Where the fuck is she Q! And what the hell were you thinking!"
"First off she kissed me, and I already slapped her. Don't bother, she's not worth it."
"I'll beat her regardless Q and I wouldn't worry about what I'll do to her because if I were you I'd chase after your girlfriend. She stormed back into the party grabbed her coat and called a cab."
"Fuck..." Quinn whispered and ran toward the party.
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A/N: The update may take a few days and I'm sorry for that, it's just I've been really busy also I'm sorry for the cliffhanger. Also don't kill me for the drama between Quinn and Rachel, not every couple is perfect; not in real life and not in fiction. anyway thanks for the reviews they are all really sweet and they keep me writing :)
