A/N: Hi! I would like to take a moment to say thank you to all my readers who are still following this story! I am VERY lucky to have such great readers. :D
The song for this chapter is "I'm Not Okay (I Promise)" by My Chemical Romance. It truly is a wonderful song, look up the msic video, it's very funny and I'm sure you won't regret it.
Also, if you'd like to give me any ideas for the song for next chapter, I'd love to hear them. Considering maybe doing some Ellie Goulding, I don't really know yet.
Warning: for those of my friends who are not into inapropriate stuff...watch out. Brittany and Santana = sexy times. Kinda. For now. I'm taking it slow so I don't explode your guys' brains. YAY!
Rachel yawned, burrowing deeper into the warm body beside her, snuggling close. Quinn opened her eyes, staring at Rachel before grinning and kissing her forehead. The brunette girl giggled sleepily, grabbing Quinn's butt.
Quinn hadn't expected it, so she jumped involuntarily. Wow, Rachel was loose in the morning.
She was pulled up against Rachel tighter, the brunette peppering kisses along her jaw. Quinn swooped in and captured her mouth, sliding her tongue against the roof of the diva's mouth after being granted entry. Rachel moaned, throwing back the covers and rolling out of bed.
Quinn followed, hugging her as Rachel stopped to open the curtains. The starlet leaned back into her, swaying in her arms.
"That's a great way to wake up, baby," Quinn muttered happily, still partially asleep.
"I agree full-heartedly," Rachel replied, turning to face her… girlfriend…?
"We should call San and B," Quinn groaned, dropping her head onto Rachel's shoulder, having remembered the previous night.
"Ms. Holiday has got to know something. Maybe it'll make life easier." Rachel ran her right hand through Quinn's hair. "For both of us," she smiled hopefully, causing the blonde to smile also when she looked up into those brown depths.
"Let's get this over with then," Quinn sighed, walking over to her nightstand and plucking her phone off it. She went through her contacts momentarily, deciding to call Brittany's phone incase their friends were doing something not that friends do.
"Bet they're being Ms. Holiday's naughty secretaries again?" Rachel smirked, leaning against the wall.
Quinn was shaking her head, a smile plastered across her face when the ringing stopped and she listened to indistinct panting in the background. Disturbed, Quinn immediately screeched "Brittany!"
"Huh?" the perky voice of their friend responded after a moment. She didn't sound quite all there.
"Brittany, either give the phone to Santana and put six feet between you two, or say goodbye and call us back when you're done," the blonde directed, exasperated.
There was a shuffling noise in the background, a heavy sigh, and a "What do you want, ass?"
"Well, good morning to you, too, Santana," she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
"What do you want?" Santana's voice was coated with so much sexual tension she should get an award for not having slaughtered Quinn yet.
"Do you mind calling Ms. Holiday and see if there's a time we can meet? Rach and I want to speak to her," she finished, smiling at the short brunette.
"Yeah, I guess. It's not anything urgente, is it? Can it wait 'til later?" Santana had calmed down, suspecting something might be wrong with the blonde.
"Sure, as long as you don't forget," she answered.
"Hey, B wants to ask you something," Santana grumbled over the phone. "Put it on speaker for Berry to hear," Quinn last heard before being greeted by a lively Brittany.
"Hi, B, how are you?" she asked, smiling at their friend's bubbliness.
"Really great, Q," she responded. "Do you and Rachie want to go see a movie with us later? We miss you," she stopped, Quinn hearing Santana groaning a bit away, Quinn only being able to imagine the look on the Latina's face at not being able to have Brittany to herself all day. Rachel and Quinn giggled quietly.
"You want to go, Rachel?" The brunette nodded eagerly, Quinn's face covered in a huge smile at her enthusiasm. "Why not," she said back into the phone, still smiling. Quinn Fabray just couldn't stop smiling today.
They agreed on a time to meet at Brittany's, and after they hung up, Rachel strolled over to her, smirking.
"Rach, w-what are you doing?" Quinn asked, mystified with the sultry look in her eyes.
"Oh, nothing," she said innocently, trailing her fingernail down Quinn's front and stopping at the button of her jeans, the blonde having slept in them last night.
"Rachel!" She jumped back, hitting the wall. "Okay, I know I elicited some pretty intense stuff last Friday night, but…wait, what are you…," Quinn was befuddled with the brunette practically rolling on the floor, her face bright red, having once again gone into silent-laugh-mode. "You are something, Rachel Barbra Berry," she mumbled, shaking her head in disbelief. Calm and collected Rachel Berry, rolling on the floor, laughing.
"I am something," she was finally able to say. "I'm full of gayness for you," she beamed, rolling back and forth while squealing happily.
"I'm nonetheless honored, though how about breakfast?" She pulled the diva to her feet and pecked her on the cheek before striding out of her room with the brunette in tow.
Her parents weren't home from what it looked like, both of them at their separate jobs. Quinn eased herself into a better mood after making some tea for Rachel, and coffee for herself, cutting up some fruit for a fruit salad she and the starlet could enjoy.
"What do you think Mr. Schuester's next assignment may be?" Rachel asked, blowing on the steaming beverage before taking a tiny sip.
"No idea," Quinn replied, swiftly cutting a red apple. She finished, and moved on to a green one.
"I wish we could do duets again," Rachel said wishfully.
The blonde nodded. "Yeah, I'd probably sing with Sam again." She smirked, hiding it with her back turned to the diva.
"Quinn Fabray! Are you messing with me?" she held incredulously.
She turned around to stick out her tongue at Rachel. The smaller girl folded her arms, scowling. "Of course I'll sing a duet with you," Quinn said, shaking her head. Rachel's face lightened immediately, bouncing excitedly in her seat.
After a healthy breakfast, Rachel bid Quinn goodbye so she could get home and get ready for their day out on the town. Quinn kissed her soundly at the door, the diva's breathing picking up. Rachel cupped her cheek, looking into hazel eyes wonderingly, and then pulling her into a tight hug before skipping off to her car.
Santana wanted to scream as loud as possible when her phone started vibrating on her nightstand. Hadn't she silenced the thing?
Pulling her fingers out of Brittany and stretching the muscles in her fingers, she rolled off of the blonde, shooting her an apologetic look before grabbing the cell phone.
"It's Holly," she quickly said, checking the text message.
Just got off my plane to SF. Be back Friday.
"Hell no!" Santana fumbled through her contacts angrily, calling the older blonde.
"Santana? Did you get my text?" Holly asked from the other end.
"Yeah! I did! You dumbass, did you forget the fact that Rachel should be changing next weekend?" Anger poured from her words, cruelly gripping her girlfriend's insides as she lie next to her.
"Yes, I did, Ms. Lopez. I'm taking care of important business. This flight was last minute," she said calmly.
"And you're coming back Friday, the day of the full moon?"
"Yes, I'll be back before noon, stop worrying."
"Holly, what's so important that you had to leave right before Rach is to turn?" Santana waited for a response, exasperated.
"Um," she heard the blonde start to say. The line then went dead.
"The bitch hung up on me!" Santana shrieked, falling on Brittany.
The blonde massaged her back, rubbing the Latina's temples. "We better get going to the movie," the tall blonde murmured in her ear. "Rach and Q are here."
Rachel and Quinn stood confused at the door to Brittany's room, having heard a loud shriek from the Latina, slowly walking up and pushing the door open, glad to only see the blonde comforting the brunette.
They watched Brittany say something in Santana's ear from where her head rested on the blonde's chest. Santana looked at the door to the room and took in their friends, groaning again, dropping her face into Brittany's cleavage.
"That tickles," Brittany giggled, stroking the dark hair. She eventually took her eyes off the Latina, and looked at Rachel and Quinn, smiling contentedly. "Hi, guys."
"Hello Brittany," Rachel grinned, "and a very sexually frustrated Santana."
""I'ma kill you later, Berry."
"I'd like to see that," Quinn interjected, stepping protectively in front of the brunette, glaring at the still Latina, somewhat playfully.
"San, c'mon, we don't wanna be late," the tall blonde said sweetly yet impatiently. Santana only dug her face into the blonde's chest deeper. Brittany started giggling uncontrollably, and that's when Quinn and Rachel shared a look and knew they would have to step in.
Grabbing the brunette's feet, the smaller brunette tugged as hard as she could on them, dragging Santana down Brittany. It only elicited a moan from Santana; the Latina enjoying the feeling of her body against her girlfriend's a little too much in front of their friends. Quinn let out an exasperated sigh, gripping the Latina's hips, pulling, and dropping her on the floor. Santana glared at her with a look that could kill. Rachel ushered Brittany out of the room, wanting to stop the Latina from clinging to her girlfriend anymore until they at least got out the door. Quinn followed momentarily, scared of the disheveled girl staring up at her from the floor, an expression that could match the evilness's of the devil on her face.
Once in the car, Quinn driving, Rachel next to her in the passenger seat, Brittany behind her, and Santana in the seat behind Quinn, things started to happen again.
Quinn was turning off of Brittany's street, remembering the encounter with the duck a week ago, when she started to hear indiscreet moaning from the backseat. She slammed on the breaks, red-faced, when she glanced over her shoulder into the back of the car. Brittany's hand was in Santana's jeans, the Latina's head thrown back until the car jolted to a stop.
"Brittany Susan Pierce! What are you doing in my car?"
"Quinn," she whined guiltily, pulling her hand out of the girl's pants. "Santana's so miserable. She did a spell this morning that was supposed to kinda like, turn me on more, but she did it wrong and accidentally put it on herself. And San was already really hot for me before she did the spell, and now, well," her voice trailed off, looking at the frowning Latina.
"I'm sorry Santana," the other blonde began, "but I'm not having any of that in my car, especially with me in it. Or Rachel," she added, staring at the diva for a moment. "Rachel get out."
"What?"
"You heard me. Get out. Trade places with Brittany."
"But what if Santana tries to do something to me," Rachel asked, glancing at the Latina with a horrified expression.
"Okay then, switch places with Santana, she can ride up here with me where I'll be able to keep an eye on her."
"That'll be your biggest mistake," Santana grumbled, throwing open the door and dropping herself in next to the annoyed blonde after having walked around the car.
Rachel hugged Quinn form the seat behind her while they waited for the frustrated brunette to buckle her seat belt.
"Safety first," Rachel chimed.
"Oh, please," Santana scoffed and Quinn started the car again.
She turned on the radio to distract herself from the grumbling Latina. Pressing different buttons to change the stations, she stopped when she heard a familiar song start to play, and looked at Brittany through the rearview mirror, the blue-eyed blonde bouncing eagerly in her seat.
"Not again," Santana whined, covering her ears.
Quinn blasted the radio while looking in the mirror at a perplexed Rachel. "Britt and I love this song!" she screamed over the loud volume.
The two blondes started dancing in the car, looking like a freak show to other passersby.
Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say
I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way
For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took
Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out
What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?
I've told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know what it means
To be a joke and look, another line without a hook
I held you close as we both shook, for the last time take a good hard look!
Rachel was elated in watching Quinn and Brittany expressively bouncing in the car, even though restricted by their seatbelts. She flashed a glance at Santana and noticed it had even distracted the fiery brunette from her disturbance. The short starlet joined in near the end of the song, trying to heighten the enthusiasm in the car more if that was even possible at this point.
Forget about the dirty looks
The photographs your boyfriend took
You said you read me like a book, but the pages all are torn and frayed
I'm okay
I'm okay!
I'm okay, now
They reduced themselves to a whisper when the time came, and then went back into yelling the lyrics of the song. Santana sat there with a smirk on her face, enjoying her friends as they went crazy.
But you really need to listen to me
Because I'm telling you the truth
I mean this, I'm okay!
Trust me
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
They were laughing extremely hard before they could even finish the song, and spent the last twenty seconds of it struggling with fits of laughter. What was left on their faces were true smiles of glee.
After the movie, they briefly went to the mall, Santana dragging Brittany into a lingerie store, Rachel being intrigued by something in the window, and Quinn having to drag out the couple because they were talking dirty quite loudly, snatching the diva's hand and pulling her along and back to the car eventually.
They headed over to Breadstix for an early dinner.
Quinn and Rachel sat on one side of the booth, Santana and Brittany opposite them. Quinn and Rachel had gotten into a deep conversation over the Titanic when their attention was drawn away from their conversation of the monstrous ship and over to Santana, whose face was buried in the tall blonde's breasts awkwardly.
"San!"
Quinn kicked her hard from under the table.
The Latina growled, looking at Brittany adoringly as she pulled away and sat back, shortly running her tongue along the line of her girl's cleavage before taking her right hand out from under the table and giving it a small shake before crossing her hands in front of her, smiling at Quinn endearingly.
"Oh, by the way, Ms. Holiday is out of town, she'll be back within the next week," Santana said cooly. Quinn raised her eyebrow, wondering where the calmness of her friend was coming from.
Rachel seemed to consider the same thing, offering "Maybe the spell is wearing off."
"Very slowly," Santana said painfully, glancing to her girlfriend at her right. "Doesn't help that B is totes hot."
Rachel rolled her eyes, shaking her head and giggling. Quinn seemed more hushed, just giving a small smirk and shaking her head a couple of times.
The brunette stabbed at her salad, bringing a forkful up to Quinn's mouth, the blonde accepting it hungrily. There weren't many vegan options on the menu, so Rachel had started with a salad. A couple minutes later Quinn's food arrived, a steaming plate of tortellini being set down in front of the blonde. Rachel eyed the food precariously, and then Quinn. She shrugged, and stabbed a leaf of spinach.
"I'm so glad I can still enjoy normal food," Quinn said after swallowing the first succulent bite.
A plate of chicken with spaghetti and marinara sauce was placed in front of Santana, a much bigger portion of spaghetti on a plate as big as her face set in front of Brittany, with meatballs galore. Out of the corner of Quinn's eye she watched as the diva's eyebrows knitted together, staring as Brittany stabbed a meatball and plopped the whole thing in her mouth, looking like an overly cute hamster.
"I have this overwhelming sensation for meat products," the brunette stated, Santana dropping her fork. Quinn stared in shock at the girl next to her in disbelief that she had thought against her veganism ways, but Santana and Brittany stared at her because a knot developed in their stomachs. They exchanged a quick, worried glance that their friends missed, knowing deep inside that this may turn into a big problem.
Instead of continuing to watch the food, Rachel put her attention back on her own and hurriedly stabbed at a slice of cucumber, missing a few times before stabbing through it and chomping down, her face red with embarrassment for have exposed her revelation.
"Hey, Britt," Santana nudged her girlfriend, "cucumber," she laughed loudly, getting a stern look from Quinn before the table exploded into a loud clamor, trying to silence their howling the best they could, finally doing so when an older waitress shot them a disapproving grimace from several feet away.
The four young women shared cheerful looks with each other, Quinn filling to the brink with happiness. Maybe they weren't all okay, but they were able to have a magnificent time whether it was crying during a romantic comedy or cracking jokes about cucumbers.
I just realized something…..vegan werewolf….oh crap. How am I gonna do that?