The first thing she did after she left Rachel's apartment was to call Puck to see if he's free, she needed him. Plus that way he could finally meet with Rachel and would stop picking on her because she was a crush on her. He picked up the phone just before the machine cut to the voicemail.
"You go for Puck." Puck panted. He was in a middle of a shower and he had to run for the phone. He was still wet with a loose towel covering his crotch area.
"Hey, you okay? Why are you panting?" Quinn asked furrowing her eyebrows confused. She waved down a taxi, climbing inside and giving the driver her address.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I was in the shower when I heard the phone ring. I actually wanted to call you and see if you wanted to hang out tonight? I don't have anything to do and I'm bored all alone." Puck walked back in his bedroom, letting the towel go to fall to the floor and dressing up in a black t-shirt and jeans.
Quinn looked out the car window, watching people walk on the sideways and leaning her head on the window. "I wanted to ask you the same question. Rachel invited me to an open mic night tonight in some place called The Red Lion and told me I can bring anyone I'd like. You and Santana are my only friends…well beside Brittany….but I think I would be fun. What do you say?"
Puck cocked his head to the side, "Don't you like for it to be a second date? It won't be if we're coming along."
"Yeah, I'd like if it would be just Rachel and me, but I feel like this will be a date anyway. She's bringing her friends as well so I would help my nerves if you'd come and stop me if I embarrass me in front of her." Quinn explained, climbing out the cab when the car stopped in front of her building, handing some cash to the driver.
Puck laughed, sitting down on the couch, "Yeah, the last time was hilarious. You managed to fall down from the bar stool because you was laughing so hard at something. Nothing was happening and you were almost on the floor laughing."
Quinn tucked her head embarrassed, walking up the stairs toward her apartment, "I'm never going to live that down, am I? I just remembered something funny that happened to me that's all and you know what alcohol does to me. I'm a happy drunk as you told me several times. And I swear I can still feel the bruises on my butt."
Puck chuckled, "I imagine. I wish you've have let me seen it. Maybe I could kiss it better for you."
Quinn curled her lips in disgust she could hear Puck's dirty thoughts about her behind. "Even If I wasn't a lesbian, which I am there is no question about that, I would never let you see my ass. You're also one of my best friend and an older brother to me so you have no chance in that department to begin with."
"Damn it." Puck cursed jokingly, "I would have rock your world completely."
Quinn pulled out her keys from her pocket, opening the door as she shuddered, "I don't need the visuals of you naked thank you very much. But back to the subject, do you want to come with me?" She walked in her kitchen, opening a can of soda and drinking it slowly.
Puck shrugged, "Why not? Sure. It'd be fun and I can pick up girls easily in a place like that."
Quinn frowned, "Why is it so easy? It's just a bar."
"Poor, virgin Quinn. You don't know anything about picking up girls, are you? I'm gonna give you an advice for that. The third best thing you can give a girl is singing, serenading her with a song, especially if this girl is Rachel Berry who basically breaths singing. I'm sure you're wondering about what the other two is, so I'm going to spare you a little time. It's chocolate and flowers. You can't go wrong with either of them, it works every time."
Quinn rolled her eyes, "I've already thought about serenading her, Puck, don't be ridiculous. I want her to notice me, and this is the best way to do it. Now about a crowed I'm not sure about…"
"Why?"
Quinn took a deep breath, "Cause…What if I can't go up there because of the nerves, ha? I've never performed in front of a crowed before and I want to win over her heart so I have to be the perfect and the song, too."
"Did you think about what song you're going to sing to her? Cause you're right it has to be epic."
"I didn't think I knew what I was going to sing to her but as I began to think about how I feel about her, I just knew the perfect one. I'll have to play the piano but I think I can manage that and practice before I have to get ready."
"I hope it goes well, bro. I'm rooting for you to finally get some." Puck said vulgarly, wiggling his eyebrows seductively with a smirk forming on his lips.
"I'm hanging up on you, now. See you later at the bar." Quinn said as she finished her can of soda, throwing it in the trash. She put down her phone after she hang up on Puck and tried to gather her thoughts about what to wear for this kind of occasion.
It was safe to say she didn't want to overdress and look ridiculous in front of Rachel and her friends so she vetoed the thought about going in a dress. She had to think fast about it because she had to call Santana too and practice her singing and perfecting her song for Rachel. She was nervous about the song because it was cover which was slowed down, creating a relaxing melody to the upbeat original song, which might not be the best to sang it in a bar full of people who wanted to dance through the night but she was going to take a chance.
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Half an hour later when Quinn practiced her song several times she decided to pick out her outfit for tonight.
After a lot of debating Quinn finally decided what to wear for the occasion. She was so desperate for advice that she didn't have a choice she had to call up Santana which she didn't want to at all. After Quinn vetoing everything Santana suggested in the phone, the Latina had enough, and she informed Quinn that she was going to her apartment and personally picking out her outfit, no matter if she liked it or not.
Quinn tried to reason with her but Santana simply hang up on her so she was left waiting for her only girlfriend on her living room couch, preparing herself for a lot of yelling. She was watching some terrible cartoon when the doorbell rang so she turned off the TV and dragged herself across the apartment and opened the door to Santana.
Santana didn't even greet her, she simply grabbed Quinn by the arm and tugged her into her bedroom and not so gently demanded that she sat down on her bed. There were no words exchanged between the girls as Santana was busy running through every clothes Quinn owned.
"I can't believe you don't have anything in here that would even remotely be good to wear in a pub, Quinn. Did you never go out at all?" Santana asked disbelievingly, still observing the materials.
Quinn shook her head negatively but when she realized Santana couldn't see it she added, "You know very well that I'm not the going-out-every-night kind of girl. I'm more like a stay-at-home-watch-series kind of girl." Quinn explained, "Whenever Puck does convince me to go out with him, I've never really tried to look good because there wasn't anybody that I wanted to, you know. But there is one now that I want to look pretty for."
Santana hummed, signaling she was listening to Quinn's story as she every now and then would grab an outfit and put it in front of Quinn, observing it a little then shaking her head and put it back inside the closet and going back to searching.
"Aha." Santana said as she pulled out a black skinny pants, nodding her head approvingly then throwing it on Quinn's head. The blonde puffed as she removed the jeans and patting down her hair. "We only have to find you a great shirt with this and a grate shoe and you're ready to go rock and roll style." Santana murmured as she began to look for the items she was talking about.
After a few minutes Santana showed Quinn a simple white t-shirt and a black vest to go with the pants. "I couldn't find any shoes for this but I have the perfect one at home so you're going to wear that. Its shows perfect amount of skin but you're not exaggerate it. You'll look hot in it and Rachel's going to love it, I'm sure and you don't need much jewelry, that necklace that you have on now is enough."
Quinn looked down at the necklace Santana was pointing at. It was the most precious thing in her life because she got it when she finished elementary school from her family. There was a half heart symbol on it which she got from her sister and a lucky charm from her grandparents. If she could help it, she never took it off.
"If it didn't match my outfit, I would never take it off anyway, it was a family gift. That's the only thing brought with myself from Hungary." Quinn looked into Santana's eyes.
"Well then it is a good thing, right? Now go and change, show me how it fits you before I go." Santana said, waving her hand at Quinn to get her moving from her spot and into her bathroom.
Quinn chuckled as she grabbed the outfit and willingly went inside the bathroom. After she put on the outfit and checked herself out to see if she was looking good, she exited the bathroom and stood in front of Santana.
The Latina's eyes widen, her yaw hitting the floor as she took in a whole new Quinn before her. She unknowingly began to nod her head before addressing Quinn with a compliment. "You look amazing, Quinn. I'm a fucking genius for picking out this outfit. Every girl will throw themselves at you."
Quinn smoothed out her shirt nervously before looking into Santana's eyes uncertainly. "Are you sure I look good? I don't need any other girl but Rachel to notice me, you know that."
Santana fake gaged but was secretly happy for her friend to finally have somebody who would be good to her and take care of her. "Don't get snappy on me, Fabray. If you're going to wear this, you have to play the part and be confident about yourself. It's the killer combo, don't worry about it."
"Thank you so much Santana for helping me." Quinn said thankfully.
Santana waved her off, "You're welcome. After all the bitching you did twenty minutes ago, I deserve a drink and you'll pay for it later."
Quinn smiled as she nodded her head, "Absolutely and if it's succeed and Rachel like my outfit, I'll buy you as many drinks as you want." At Santana's smirk she added, "Within reasons, of course. I'm a cop after all."
"Well I'm over twenty-one so I could get drunk whenever I want." Santana said as she stood up and made her way over to the door. "Now I'll have to go and get ready, but I'll bring you my shoes before going into the pub, okay? Brittany and I will pick you up, later."
Quinn followed Santana as she nodded her head, "Okay, that'll work. We'll meet Puck in the pub."
Santana stopped, turned to look at Quinn and groaned, "Puckerman's coming? Why would you invite him to a bar, you know he would be busy with picking up girls all night, right?"
Quinn chuckled, "Of course I know that but maybe he'll be good and doesn't act like a caveman or a pervert in front of Rachel's friends. That would be hard to explain why I'm friends with him."
Santana put on her coat and shoes, opening the front door, "How would you explain it? Sometimes I don't understand and I know you both since college."
Quinn didn't say anything to that and watched as Santana walked out the door before closing it and going back to change back to her sweatpants as long as she can and probably practicing her song on the piano.
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Quinn was pacing nervously in the living room, completely dressed and ready to go out when the doorbell ranged. She immediately went over there and opened the door to Santana and Brittany in beautiful sexy dresses.
"Wow, Santana was right, you look stunning, Quinn." Brittany said as she pulled the nervous blonde into her arms to a tight hug. After a few seconds she relived Quinn and walked inside the apartment, Santana following behind. In her hands were the black high-heels, she promised Quinn to bring.
"Here's your shoes, but if I were you, I would bring a ballerina flats just in case you're feet couldn't take it anymore." Santana said as she handed the shoes to Quinn before following her girlfriend inside.
Quinn put the shoes down and closed the door, walking into the kitchen and bringing two glass of water to the couple. They accepted the glasses and drank them quickly.
"Are you ready to go?" Brittany grinned as she bounced on the couch excitedly. "I love karaoke bars, it's so much fun."
"Then why am I so nervous?" Quinn asked, looking uncertainly as she ran her fingers through her hair.
"You know why you're nervous, Q. But don't worry we'll be there and stop you before you're completely drunk." Santana said smirking as she pulled Brittany up the couch by the hand and pushing Quinn into the direction of the door.
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The yellow taxi cab stopped in front of a busy Red Lion club. The three girls looked at each other before Brittany opened the door as Santana paid the cab. Suddenly Puck appeared out of nowhere and helped the ladies out the car before his eyes landed on Quinn and he whistled.
"Damn, Q. You're smokin', I didn't know you could pull off the rock and roll style." Puck said as he put an arm around her shoulder, angling her toward the club. "Are you ready to do this?"
"Why is everybody asking me that question? Of course I'm ready, I'm just nervous, that's all." Quinn said, pushing Puck's arm off her shoulder and began to walk into the building, Puck, Santana and Brittany following closely behind.
As Quinn opened the door, somebody singing Katy Perry's Roar very badly, could be heard as she scanned the club for Rachel. But when she could find her, she looked behind her at her friends when she saw a skinny white guy with a stylish jacket and skinny jeans talking to Puck she walked closer to hear them.
As she was within sight, the brown haired guy looked at her and smiled softly, "Are you Quinn Fabray?"
Quinn looked at him confusedly for a second before nodding her head, "Yes. Who are you?"
"Oh, I'm so glad to meet you. I've heard a lot about you. My name is Kurt Hummel and I'm Rachel's friend." Kurt reached out his hand for a handshake.
Understanding filled Quinn's eyes as she relaxed her tense body, she shook Kurt's hand with a small smile, "Oh, hi. How did you know that it was me? You've never met me before."
Kurt chuckled, "No, but Rachel talks a lot about you and I have to say she described you perfectly. Stunning blonde girl with a killer body."
Quinn immediately blushed a deep red color and lowered her head, suddenly thankful for the low lightning in the room. She heard Kurt's soft chuckles so she made eye contact again, silently asking what was funny throughout her eyes.
"She told me you're shy but she didn't tell me you blush like a tomato. But it's cool so come on Rachel's very eager to see you." Kurt grabbed Quinn by the arm and gently tugged her into some kind of VIP section, where you could perfectly see the karaoke stage and the bar. It was higher than the floor and two muscular bodyguards were standing there, looking out for any trouble.
Kurt nodded at the bodyguards and led Quinn and her friends up the stairs where there was a big round table, filled with drinks and sneaks. Quinn immediately saw Rachel throwing back her head with laughter and she smiled despite of her nerves.
"Look who I find at the entrance?" Kurt asked teasingly looking at Rachel, wanting to see her reaction of seeing Quinn.
Rachel immediately sobered up and turned to look at Kurt before seeing Quinn in all her gorgeous glory. She stood up and made her way over to them, looking intensely into the blonde's hazel eyes. As soon as she reached Quinn, she locked her arms around her neck, burying her face into Quinn's crook of neck.
"Hi, Rachel." Quinn said, putting her arms around Rachel's lower back, pulling the singer closer to her body, pressing her head into her hair.
Rachel didn't say anything at first, just enjoying the feeling of being wrapped around Quinn, but before long she loosened her grip and drawback enough to see her face, but her arms remained around her neck.
"You look gorgeous, Quinn." Rachel whispered, making Quinn inside swoon with warmth.
For the first time Quinn lowered her head at look at Rachel's outfit and what she saw took her breath away for a moment. Rachel had on an elegant see-through, sleeveless splicing lace backless black mini dress with black high-heels which was absolutely stunning on her.
"You're beautiful." Quinn told her tenderly looking into smiling brown eyes, her hair down, falling on her shoulder like waves. Quinn brought her hand up and pushed a stray of hair behind Rachel's ear, smiling back at the brunette.
Their moment was interrupted by a throat being cleared behind them. Both of them looked at a smirking Puck before letting each other go fully.
"Don't you want to introduce us, Quinn?" Puck said, motioning his hand to Santana and Brittany who was silently observing the love fest in front of them.
"Of course." Quinn said, turning back to Rachel, "Rachel this is Noah Puckerman, my partner in crime and best friend."
"It's nice to finally meet you, Noah." Rachel smiled, shaking Puck's outstretched hand.
"Just Puck. Only my mother calls me Noah anymore." Puck said.
Rachel smiled, "I like Noah better, if you don't mind."
Puck tilled his head to the side before nodding his head submissively, "Alright, sure. You can call me Noah."
Quinn smirked at Puck before addressing Santana, "Rach, this is Santana Lopez and Brittany S. Pierce. I met Santana in college and I met Brittany through her, they were already together."
Rachel politely smiled and shook their hands before motioning them at the table, "Please, get comfortable." She pointed at her friends, "This is Blaine, Kurt's boyfriend, then Mercedes and Tina, my manager. We all went to the same High School together."
As the group sat down, Rachel gently tugged Quinn into sitting tightly next to her, angling her body toward the blonde. Everybody started talking to each other so Rachel leaned closer to Quinn, looking into her eyes.
"Did you get here okay? You guys were late a little bit, I was started to get worried."
Quinn nodded her head, but she didn't tell Rachel the real reason why they were late. She almost had a panic attack in the cab because she was so nervous so Santana stopped the driver and had to shove Quinn out the car into the fresh air.
"There was a bit of traffic. No big deal. But I see you got her early." Quinn motioned to the pile of drinks on the table.
Rachel laughed softly. "Yeah, we got here early but they like to have fun every now and then, especially if the whole gang was together. I don't normally get to come in places like this so they grabbed the chance and inform me that we're going."
"That must be nice to know people from way back, right? That way you don't have to doubt them because they knew you from the beginning." Quinn said, looking around Rachel's friends. She wasn't expecting them to be so normal, she thought Rachel had famous singers or actors' friend but she was pleasantly surprised.
Rachel smiled and put her hand on Quinn's upper arm for a second, rubbing the surface gently, "Yeah, it's nice. They are the only people who told me the truth bluntly. They don't care if I'm famous now."
Quinn smiled back genuinely but when she heard her name she turned her attention to the table.
"So Quinn, tell me about yourself, what do you do?" Mercedes asked, placing her drink down on the table before arching an eyebrow at Quinn.
"I'm a cop. I'm partnered with Puck." Quinn said, nodding her head.
"A cop, ha?" Mercedes smirked as she turned her gaze to Rachel's blushing, ducked face. Quinn frowned confusedly looking between Mercedes and Rachel.
"Yeah, why? Is that a problem?" She asked, uncertainly.
"No, of course not, right, Mercedes?" Rachel said as she leveled Mercedes with a light glare, her hand still touching Quinn.
"Hmmhmm…" Mercedes hummed as she tried to hide her smirk into her glass as she drank her vodka soda.
"Okkaayyy, I think I'm gonna get some drinks for the rest of us." Quinn announced as she tried to stand up but Rachel's hand stopped her in her attempt to escape for a bit.
"Oh, I'm so rude, I didn't even order drinks for you guys." Rachel said as she looked around, "What would everybody like? Don't worry about it, it's on me."
"You don't have to do that, Rach. I could get anyone a drink easily." Quinn said softly looking into Rachel's eyes, "You were the one who paid on our date, remember? I supposed to return the favor, now."
As soon as they finished eating, Quinn made it clear she wanted to join in the payment. But Rachel just shook her head, refused to let Quinn pay for anything, insisting that when Quinn ask her out on a date, she would happily let her treat her a little.
Rachel shook her head before smiling at Quinn mischievously, "Don't even think about it, Quinn. I'm bought dinner for you because it was our first date and I wanted to treat you. Plus the drinks will get here faster if one of the bodyguards went and get it for us. That way we could stay here and talk about things." Rachel smirked a little, leaning closer to Quinn.
Quinn opened her mouth to argue but Puck beat her to it, "Don't argue with the lady, Quinn, it's not polite." Puck said imitating he's mother voice, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.
"Okay, then that's settled, what would you guys like?" Rachel announced smiling, happy that she won the battle.
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I'm sorry for the ending but I thought it was going too far a little and I have a lot of ideas about this chapter. Don't worry the next one will be continued exactly where I left of.
Next Chapter: A little bit of Jealous!Quinn and Protective!Quinn. A lot of singing and dancing as well. Maybe I'm squeezing in a little kiss. ;D
Until next time…