Stuck in a state somewhere between sleep and consciousness, Quinn was vaguely aware of a sporadic rustling in her room. It was extremely soft and only audible every couple of minutes, so she had yet to decide if it was real or apart of a strange dream.
She was finally jostled awake as she felt the other side of her bed dip. She rolled onto her back and rubbed her eyes as she stretched. Slowly, she cracked her eyes open and took in the dim lighting of the room. It's too damn early to be awake, the sun isn't even up!
Her eyes came fully into focus and locked onto Rachel staring at her apologetically. "I'm so sorry Quinn, I didn't mean to wake you up."
"Rach?" Quinn breathed out groggily. Her eyes were very heavy and she was struggling to keep them open. "What time is it?"
"It's just passed 6:00," she answered as she reached out to cup Quinn's cheek. "Why don't you go back to sleep, sweetheart." Her thumb began to stroke back and forth across the sleepy blonde's cheekbone and Quinn hummed contentedly as she nuzzled into the contact.
"But, why're you up s'early?" she slurred through her rough morning voice.
"I need to go for a run," Rachel answered as she continued her ministrations.
"No," Quinn whined pathetically. "You needa come back to bed. It's sleepy time... come cuddle." She grasped Rachel's arm and began to pull her toward the middle of the bed.
Rachel, unprepared for the force, was pulled halfway on top of the blonde. Quinn's arms immediately wrapped around her torso and she snuggled in. "Mmm, warm," she sighed out into Rachel's shoulder.
Rachel let out a light giggle. "Quiiinnn, let me go. I need to go run," she told the girl as she struggled to push herself up.
Quinn loosened her grip and forced her eyes back open. She was sporting a very pathetic pout. "But, why?"
"Because I always run in the morning." Rachel told her simply.
Quinn finally let go completely and groaned. "Fine, gimme just a second. I'll go with you." She got in a full body stretch and began to pull herself out of bed and Rachel used the opportunity to stand up and get out of Quinn's reach.
"Quinn, you don't have to go with me. I'll be fine. Go back to bed." Rachel told her gently.
Quinn shook her head and started across the room towards her dresser. She looked over at Rachel after she dug out her favorite sports bra. "No way Rach, it's early and you don't know your way around here. My neighborhood is pretty confusing." she stated as she tugged her shirt off and pulled her bra on. She then started digging in another drawer looking for a tank top to wear. Her mother would die if she went running in just her sports bra. "There's no way I am letting you go out there on your own to get lost or kidnapped or something," she continued as she pulled on a neon green workout tank. "Just give me a sec and I'll be ready to go." She pulled her sleep shorts off and grabbed some black running shorts to change into.
Between her grogginess and rush to change, Quinn completely missed Rachel's shocked face as she basically stripped down in front of the girl. She emerged from her closet after finding her running shoes and looked up to see Rachel staring at her with wide eyes and a deep red blush on her cheeks. The blonde's eyebrows furrowed as she observed Rachel.
"Rach? Are you okay? What's wrong?" She asked the girl.
Rachel's eyes snapped up from Quinn's chest to her eyes and she blushed even more deeply as she redirected her gaze to the ground. "Nothing," she squeaked.
Quinn narrowed her eyes at Rachel's strange behavior. "No, something's definitely wro-" She stopped suddenly as realized she had just stripped down in front of the girl. Her eyes widened comically and she immediately blushed. "Oh my gosh! I am so sorry. I didn't even- I don't- Ugh. I didn't even realize I was doing that. I just like flashed you." She groaned and covered her face with her hands. "I was just in a rush and not thinking." she explained through her embarrassment.
Rachel cleared her throat and did her best to regain her composure as she looked back at Quinn. "It's fine. I just... well, I wasn't expecting to see all of that, especially first thing in the morning." she said as she gestured to Quinn's body. As she regained her confidence she waggled her eyebrows at Quinn and smirked. "Though, you really need to teach me whatever you Cheerios do for core workouts. Your abdominal muscles are...mmm... quite impressive."
Quinn grabbed a pillow and hit Rachel over the head. "Come on perv, let's get this over with."
"Oh, just a second. I hope you don't mind but I really like to listen to my music while I run. It's kind of my me time." she told the blond quietly.
Quinn nodded and made her way across the room to her bedside table. She grabbed her phone and earbuds. "No problem. Let's go."
As they walked down the stairs Quinn strapped her phone to her arm and got it situated comfortably. She looked over to Rachel as they walked out the front door. "So there is a park a couple of blocks from here. How about we run over there and make our way around the jogging trail until you're done?"
The two girls took off jogging at a steady pace and Rachel looked over to Quinn. "Yeah that sounds good. I usually go for about an hour. I'll just catch you when I'm done. Sound good?"
Quinn nodded and they both stuck their earbuds in so they could immerse themselves in their music.
As they made their way onto the jogging trail at the park, Rachel nodded briefly at Quinn and took off ahead of the other girl. Quinn just shook her head. It's still too early for that crap. I need to wake up a little more before I'm ready to actually run.
An hour later found Quinn in trance, staring fixedly at the ground about 10 feet in front of her, and pounding out a steady pace. She had lost just about all conscious thought and sense of time. Someone suddenly came into her field of vision. Doesn't this person realize most people run the other direction? ... Girl's got some nice legs though. Her gaze began to travel up the person's body to see if she knew them. She was shocked when Rachel stopped in front of her.
"I'm all done. Are you ready to head back?" Rachel asked her, trying to catch her breath.
Quinn nodded dumbly as she pulled her earbuds out.
"Okay, well I'm pretty tired, is it alright with you if we just walk back to your house?"
Quinn continued nodding dumbly. Her mind was somewhere else. She kept taking quick glances at Rachel and, well, Rachel's legs.
How the hell is it possible for someone so tiny to have legs that long? I mean, seriously, I think I'm like 3 or 4 inches taller than her and I'm pretty sure her legs are longer than mine.
She snuck another glance over at Rachel.
And she wants to know my ab workouts? I want to know her leg workouts. Jesus.
She was pulled out of her thoughts by something crossing her field of vision. She quickly looked up, ready to avoid whatever was flying at her. However, instead of immediate danger, she found an laughing Rachel.
"Uh, Quinn, you alright there? I'm pretty sure you haven't heard a word I said since we met back up and we've almost made it all the way back to your house."
A slight blush crept up Quinn's cheeks as she realized she had spent the entire walk back to her house alternately ogling and ruminating over Rachel's legs.
"Sorry, Rach. I just... tend to get kind of caught up in my thoughts while I run. I guess it's just residual overflow of that. What were you saying?"
"Oh, nothing important. I was just asking you were planning for today."
They turned up the sidewalk that led to Quinn's front door and Quinn pulled her keys out.
"It's what, like 7:30 maybe 7:45?" she asked as she unlocked the door. "I say we take a quick shower first. By that time, I would assume my mom will be up and fixing some breakfast. We can eat and then figure out a plan after."
She let Rachel walk into the house first and they both took their shoes off before heading up the stairs towards Quinn's room.
Once they made it to her room, Quinn began gathering some clothes to change into. "You can use my bathroom. I'll just head into the guest bath. You can have my room until after breakfast and I will just head down to the living room when I'm finished with my shower. Do you need anything before I go?"
Rachel thought for a second before shaking her head. "No, I'm pretty sure you set everything out for me already. I'll see you downstairs."
Quinn nodded and headed toward the guest bathroom. She took a quick shower and headed downstairs to see if her mother was up yet. After discovering a completely silent and dark first floor, she decided her mother must be asleep or getting ready for the day.
To occupy her time, she grabbed the remote and laid down on the couch.
No sooner had she found something to watch than her eyes started getting heavy. I can't believe I'm up before 10:00 on a holiday. How does Rachel live like this? She continued to fight her drowsiness for a few more minutes before finally succumbing to sleep.
"Oh my God, how cute! Look at that curly blonde hair!"
"She hated when I dressed her up and put bows in her hair. She would pull her bows out and hide them after wiggling out of her dress. She would then run around like a little hoodlum in just her diaper. I should have known she was going to be an athlete, she was very agile even as a child."
"How funny! Did she run around in her diaper often?"
"Only every day. If she could, she'd manage to get out of her diaper, too. I swear, that girl wasn't happy if she wasn't naked."
Quinn's eyes immediately popped open. She recognized these stories. She sat up quickly and turned toward the voices. Her fears were immediately confirmed. Sitting at the dining room table were her mother and Rachel, flipping through Quinn's baby pictures.
"Mom," she whined. "WHY?!" Quinn half glared half pouted at her mother who had begun laughing uproariously along with Rachel.
"I'm sorry, Quinnie, but this is what happens when you leave your guests to their own devices while you sleep." Judy replied without a hint of sympathy on her face and a twinkle in her eye.
Rachel jumped in on the teasing, "Aww, don't pout Quinnie-bear, I think you were an adorable baby."
Quinn's eyes got wide as she gasped. "Mom, you told her about Quinnie-bear?" she asked scandalized. "That is supposed to be a family secret. No one is supposed to hear that nickname, ever!"
Rachel and Judy started laughing even harder at this. "Oh, Quinn, get over it. It's not that bad. Just a little nickname from when you were a toddler," her mother lightly scolded.
When Quinn was a baby, she had a small bear that was her first stuffed animal. It went absolutely every where with her. She even sat it next to her bath and it got potty-trained right alongside Quinn. The two were inseparable, and so Quinn became Quinnie-bear because you could never find one without the other.
"But people aren't supposed to know about that stuff." Quinn huffed as she dragged herself off the couch and behind the chairs the two women occupied. She rested her hands on the chair backs and leaned over Rachel to see where they were in her baby book.
The current page showed Quinn in her diaper on the kitchen floor covered in flour and shooting the camera a dimpled grin. There was also a shot of her in some footie pajamas playing patty cake and sitting in her father's lap. Right next to it was a picture that was probably taken about ten minutes after the previous one, and she was curled up into her father's chest and sucking her thumb. Quinn smiled fondly. She always loved sitting in her daddy's lap as a child.
Rachel turned to her slightly and ran her hand along the arm that was on her chair. "Don't be too mad. I promise I won't tease you too much," she appealed with a puppy dog look.
Quinn rolled her eyes, "I guess I won't hate you forever. You have to promise me that you won't say any of that stuff in front of Santana though. She would never let me live it down," she finished with a pointed look.
"Scout's honor," Rachel agreed while making the hand signal and nodding enthusiastically.
Quinn hummed. "Somehow, I'm thinking you weren't a girl scout... I'm still holding you to that though."
"Quinn, there are bacon and eggs for you in the refrigerator. Maybe some leftover fruit from Rachel as well. Why don't you go eat, so we can continue this without you complaining and hindering our fun." Judy made a shooing motion towards the kitchen.
"Fine, I can tell where I'm not wanted." Quinn drawled as she made her way into the kitchen. She rummaged through the refrigerator and pulled out some cut up strawberries and cantaloupe along with her bacon and eggs.
She scrunched her nose in slight disgust. Bacon was never as good warmed up... but alas, bacon is bacon, so who is she to complain.
As she ate, she tried to ignore the oohs and awws coming from Rachel in the dining room. Of course, Quinn knew she was a pretty cute baby, what with her curly blonde hair, bright hazel eyes and cheeky grin, but she really didn't like all the attention. It was so embarrassing. Plus baby books always brought up the stories about how silly she had been as a child. And Quinn had done more than her fair share of dumb and embarrassing things as a toddler.
She heard Rachel gasp loudly and Quinn figured Rachel had made it to her huge black eye picture. When she was three, she had unwittingly walked up behind her cousin who was swinging a tennis racket around wildly. He smacked her across the face and promptly knocked her on her rear. The only things she really remembered about it, were lots of pain and lots of red. She was bleeding everywhere, due to the racket cutting a gash right above her left eye. Her mother and father rushed her to the emergency room and she had to have stitches. Quinn ran her fingers over the scar slowly. Luckily, it blended in well with the natural lines around her eyes and was hardly noticeable.
She made her way back through the dining room towards the living room. As she passed through, she looked at Rachel. "When you're quite done, I'll be in the living room. Being bored. And waiting for you to come plan our day with me." She deadpanned.
Rachel stuck out her tongue. "Whatever, just go back to sleep Fabray. I'm having a nice time without you."
"Yeah, yeah. I can really feel the love, Rach." She said as she left the room. She searched the couch she had previously occupied for the remote and got comfortable. Looking through her recorded shows, she realized she had a couple of episodes of Pretty Little Liars that she hadn't watched yet and decided that was as good a way as any to keep herself busy until Rachel resurfaced.
Two episodes later Rachel bounced into the living room and plopped onto the couch next to Quinn. Engrossed in the episode, Quinn merely acknowledged her with a quick glance out of the corner of her eye. However, when she saw that Rachel's face was bout 6 inches from her own, she paused the show and turned slightly toward Rachel.
"Umm, Rach. Whatcha doin?" she asked as she lifted an eyebrow.
Rachel remained quiet. Her face a picture of pure concentration. Slowly she lifted her hand up towards Quinn's face. Her eyes narrowed and she shifted slightly closer, looking right into Quinn's eyes. Holy crap, what's going on? Quinn's breath was shallow and quick. She did not like for people to get this up close and personal. It was pushing her to the verge of a panic attack.
Rachel's hand made contact with Quinn's cheekbone and she started to shift her fingers upwards. Quinn sucked in a deep breath and looked back to Rachel's face. It was then that Quinn realized what Rachel was doing.
"There," the small brunette quietly stated as she ran her finger over the small scar. "I can't believe I didn't notice it before."
Quinn chuckled and began to regulate her breathing as her heart rate settled down. "Why would you notice it? It's tiny. Hardly worth mentioning."
Rachel shook her head in disagreement. "No, Quinn. I saw the black eye that came with this cut. It definitely deserves mentioning." She separated herself from Quinn and tried to get comfortable.
After watching her fidget for a few seconds while she tried to curl her legs underneath herself, Quinn finally lifted the edge of her blanket. "Here."
Rachel gave her a skeptical look, probably wondering if Quinn could read her mind.
"Don't give me that look. Just get in here. We both know you want to."
A smile crept over Rachel's face and she crawled under the blanket and leaned into Quinn's side. "What are you watching?"
"Pretty Little Liars. Somehow I let myself get a few episodes behind and I'm playing catch up." She answered as she rewound the episode a few minutes to be sure she didn't miss anything.
"What's Pretty Little Liars?"
Quinn's head snapped toward Rachel, mouth open, aghast. "You can't be serious, right?" At Rachel's expectant stare she continued. "Oh my God, seriously?...Wow, well at least I figured out what we are doing tonight. Hang on a sec."
Quinn reached over the to coffee table to retrieve her phone. She quickly dialed a familiar number and got comfortable as it rang.
"Sup, bitch?"
"Hey, San. Not much. I'm just hanging out in my living room with Rachel. What are you up to today?"
"Oh yeah, I forgot the hobbit was journeying out of the Shire this weekend. I was actually just about to call you. Britts is over and since it's been unreasonably hot the last few days we were thinking it was perfect weather for some pool time. What do you think?"
"That actually sounds amazing. Hold on, let me see if that is something Rachel would be interested in."
Quinn covered the microphone and turned to Rachel. "Santana wants to lay out by the pool this afternoon. What do you think?"
Rachel nodded amicably, "Yeah that sounds good. I don't have a suit with me though."
Quinn waved her off. "It's cool. I'm sure Santana will have something that fits you." She put the phone back up to her ear.
"We're in. Rachel is going to need something to wear though. She didn't bring a suit."
"Who said anything about suits? Short stack can go skinny dipping."
Quinn heard Brittany talking in the background. "San be nice. Besides, now we can check out Rachel and see if her body really is as good as you think it is."
Quinn snorted a laugh. "Yeah San, that's the perfect opportunity for this."
"Whatever, just get here by 2:30, Q."
"Okay. Oh and I just found that out that Rachel has never seen Pretty Little Liars so I was thinking we could get her started tonight with a marathon. What do you think?"
"Say no more Fabray. I gots this covered. Be ready for some fun, sun, wine, a little 'A' action, and a hot lesbian swimmer."
"You got it San, see you soon." Quinn said through a laugh.
After she got off the phone, the two girls prepared to leave. They decided to grab a quick lunch at Quinn's favorite Thai food place before heading across town to Santana's house.
Quinn pulled into the driveway and led Rachel around to the back of the house. As they neared the gate she called out to her friends. "San, Britt? You guys back here?"
A chorus of "Yeah," sounded back. Quinn opened the gate and walked into Santana's lavish back yard.
The two girls made their way through the white stone outdoor kitchen and patio, down the steps, and along the stone path that led to the pool. Santana, Brittany, and Marley were all laid out on the poolside chaises that Santana claimed as a second home during the warmer months.
Brittany immediately hopped up and moved to give the two newcomers hugs. "Hey Q, Rachel. Glad you could make it." she told them with a large grin on her face.
Marley shot them a quick wave and Santana merely grunted at them. "Move, Q, you're blocking my rays."
Quinn huffed a laugh responded wryly. "Good to see you too, Princess. Anything else I can do for you? Perhaps bring you another drink?"
Santana tipped her sunglasses down with a smirk. "Well aren't you a doll. That'd be lovely thanks. And how about chilled glass as well?" she said saccharinely.
Quinn rolled her eyes and walked over to the cooler to grab another beer for the Latina. She set it down on the table between Santana and Brittany's chairs. "Can I assume there is a suit for Rachel on your bed ready to go?"
"Yeah, yeah. Britts picked it out for her." Santana waved her off dismissively. "Now seriously, move your white ass. I'z be gettin' my tan on."
Quinn and Rachel made their way into the house and up the stairs towards Santana's bedroom. Rachel took the house in with wide eyes as they made their way through the elegantly decorated house. "Wow, and I thought your house was impressive." She breathed out reverently.
Quinn laughed at Rachel's awed face. "Yeah, it's a little overwhelming. San's family is loaded, obviously. Her dad is a doctor and then I think they also have a lot of family money as well."
Rachel picked up the red string bikini that Brittany had laid out for her. Both of their eyebrows rose in surprise, it was definitely more string than bikini.
"Uh, I think they forgot the rest of the suit." Rachel jokingly observed.
"Yeah, well based on the fact that I'm like 99% sure I heard Brittany talking about how they would get to see if you are as hot as they thought you might be, she didn't forget anything. I'm sorry. I can dig around her drawers and find something else if you want." Quinn said apologetically.
"No, its fine." Rachel waved her off. "If they want to see my body that is fine with me. I've got nothing to hide. It's just us girls anyway." She began walking toward the bathroom to change. "I'll be right back."
A few minutes later Rachel reemerged from Santana's bathroom wearing the skimpy suit like it was made specifically with her in mind. She dropped her clothes into the bag Quinn brought with her and waited as Quinn shed her extra layers.
Rachel hummed in amusement and lightly teased Quinn. "I feel like I have seen all this somewhere before..."
Quinn's face scrunched up in response to the jab. She balled up her shirt and threw it at Rachel's face. "Hush you, I was half asleep, cut me some slack."
They started back down the stairs and headed towards the pool.
"Oh, please, after speaking to your mother this morning I know all about you exhibitionist tendencies." Rachel said with a smirk as she wriggled her eyebrows.
Quinn ignored her statement, pulled the patio door open, and the two girls rejoined the group outside.
Rachel sauntered up behind Quinn and Santana's jaw dropped. Quinn swore she could see a little bit of drool. "Damn, hobbit, I didn't know you had all of that hidden away." she commented as she shifted her sunglasses down to get a better look.
Rachel winked at the Latina. "Well how could you, you were too busy threatening me in Spanish to notice anything else."
"Wow, Rachie, you're even hotter than San and I thought you would be. And your legs are like super much awesome." Brittany chimed in.
A small smile graced Rachel's face as she turned toward the easy-going blonde. "Thank you, Brittany. I have been told on occasion that they are my best feature. Perhaps I would do well to showcase them more often."
"Yeah, yeah. You're hot, we got it." Santana interrupted. "Anyway, I gots some drinks over there," she gestured toward the cooler behind them. "Water, wine coolers, and beer. I also have tequila, vodka, and rum in the house if that is more your taste. Sodas to mix are in the fridge and I was thinking about making up some margaritas if anyone was interested. But if you are anything like sister Christian and her goodie two shoes nun in training," she looked pointedly at Quinn and Marley, "then you will probably just stick with water or soda."
Rachel's eyes suddenly had a wicked glint in them. "I'm down for a margarita if you don't mind fixing it. I love me some tequila." she finished with a smirk.
"Now this is my kinda woman!" Santana exclaimed as she pushed herself out of her chair. "One pitcher of margaritas coming right up."
As Santana made her way back into the house, Quinn rounded up two more chaises and pulled them toward the group. She adjusted Santana's a little and slightly angled hers and Rachel's so everyone could talk easily.
Rachel made her way over to the empty seats with tanning lotion in tow, Quinn offered her the chaise closer to the group of girls as she wanted to ensure that Rachel didn't feel excluded from the group in any capacity.
Once Rachel finished applying the suntan lotion she offered the bottle over to Quinn who declined. "I think I'm going to go for the sunscreen today. I burn really easily, especially when I haven't been out in the sun in a while."
Rachel nodded and timidly broached a topic she had clearly been thinking about. "So... you don't drink?"
Quinn turned to fully regard Rachel. "No, I don't." she answered simply.
Rachel's brow furrowed slightly, clearly having expected Quinn to elaborate more than that. "Like... at all? Or just in present company." she finished in a whisper and jerked her head towards Marley who was laughing at something with Brittany.
Quinn smiled fondly at the sight. She was really glad that Marley seemed to be fitting in so well with San and Britt, it was clear the girl wasn't used to having people there to look out for her. Her personality was revealing itself more each day as she grew more sure of herself.
She focused back on Rachel who had raised her eyebrows in question. "At all. As in I never have."
Rachel's eyes went wide at the answer. "Really, never? But, you're head cheerleader. Aren't you supposed to go to all the high school parties, get ridiculously drunk and sleep with whatever neanderthal is the flavor of the week at school?"
Quinn looked at her incredulously, slightly hurt at Rachel's words. She can't really think that about me, right?
"Seriously, Rachel? Do you honestly think any of that fits me? Did you happen to forget that I am President of the Celibacy Club?"
Rachel shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, I don't know, we haven't ever really talked about this kind of stuff. I didn't mean that in a negative way. There is nothing wrong with drinking. Or sex for that matter. Everyone acts like it's just the boys who want it, but girls want it just as much as guys do, they just won't admit it."
At that moment, Santana walked up, two frozen margaritas in hand. "Hell yeah, midge!" she agreed enthusiastically as she gave Rachel one of the glasses. "Where have you been all my life?" she asked, looking at Rachel in a new light.
As Rachel tested her drink, Santana continued. "But don't waste your time preaching that stuff to, Quinnie, here. After the ice cold reception she has given them, a lot of the guys have decided she is asexual. Personally, I think its just a matter of time. Britts and I have a bet running on when she'll lose her V-card."
Rachel choked on her drink. "What?!" she spluttered. "You're still a virgin?" she looked completely baffled. "How?"
Quinn quirked an eyebrow in challenge. "I was raised to believe that you should wait until marriage. Although, I think, if I found the right person, and was comfortable enough, I might be persuaded otherwise."
Rachel shook her head completely bewildered. "Wow, I just can't- I can't even- Just, wow."
All the commotion had drawn the attention of Brittany and Marley.
"Sex is great, Q! You just wait, once you have it, you will probably be as bad as me and Sant-"
"Oookayyy," Santana interrupted quickly. "Rachel, the pitcher is up on the patio in the fridge. I didn't want it to melt too quickly." she said as she made her way back to her seat.
"Well I think that's very noble of you Quinn. I'm waiting for the right person, too." Marley added in.
"Yeah, you best be keeping it that way, too, Mousy. You're way too young to be letting anyone anywhere near your goodies." Santana said with a pointed glare.
Quinn laughed as Marley's cheeks reddened at Santana's crassness. God, I love my friends.
A couple of hours later, Brittany, Santana, Rachel had finished two pitchers of margaritas and were well passed the tipsy marker and on their way to drunk.
"San I think we need to get started on that Pretty Little Liars marathon if we want to get make any headway at all tonight."
"Oh shit, Q, thanks for reminding me. Marley, here, hasn't seen it either. Can you believe that?" Santana got up and grabbed onto her chair after she stumbled a little. Once she regained her balance, she loudly proclaimed. "It's time to gets my Emily Fields on!"
Quinn's face wrinkled in distaste. "Ew, Santana, don't you think that is a little incestuous? I'm pretty sure that girl could pass as your sister," she added as they all picked up their stuff.
Santana shrugged, nonplussed. "What can I say. Us Lopez's are hot."
Brittany nodded her head enthusiastically. "And super sexy." she added in what Quinn assumed was supposed to be a whisper.
Suddenly, Quinn was blindsided and knocked back into her chair. Wide-eyed, she looked down to find Rachel giggling as the intoxicated brunette lay on top of her.
"Well, hi there. Did you need something?" Quinn asked as Rachel kept staring at her.
She shook her head. "No, I just wanted you to pay more attention to me." she answered with a goofy grin.
Hmm, apparently drunk Rachel is blunt Rachel.
"Well, alrighty, then." Quinn said amused. "You think you can get up now? We are getting left behind."
Rachel shook her head again. "I don't think I can walk inside." She batted her eyelashes sweetly. "Will you carry me Quinnie-bear?" she asked as she traced her fingers along Quinn's breastbone.
Quinn's eyebrows shot up and her eyes widened comically. She became acutely aware of all of the places their bare skin touched. Her skin suddenly felt like it was on fire.
And very, very touchy.
She cleared her throat awkwardly. "Um, yeah. Just a second."
She shifted herself, so that she could sit Rachel down and moved to allow Rachel to climb onto her back. As soon as the girl was securely in place, she began the trek back to into the house.
She dropped Rachel onto the couch and began digging through her bag to find their clothes. After slipping into her t-shirt and running shorts, she tossed Rachel her clothes.
She chuckled lightly to herself as she watched Rachel struggle to redress, before calling out to Santana. "Hey, how does Chinese sound. I think I'm going to call in an order for Rachel and I. Do you guys want anything?"
After the finishing their meal, Santana brought out another round of margaritas and they started up season 1.
Santana and Brittany were cuddled up on one couch and Rachel, Quinn, and Marley shared the other. It quickly became clear that Rachel was much too intoxicated to pay any attention to what was happening on the screen. She fidgeted throughout the entire first episode.
When the credits started rolling, Quinn had had enough. "Rachel, stop squirming." She scolded quietly.
Rachel turned to Quinn with a pout. "But Quiinn," she whined. "I'm cold."
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Will you be still if I get you a blanket?"
"Maybe," Rachel drawled coyly as she fluttered her eyelashes.
Quinn sighed, exasperated, as she got up and grabbed a blanket from a basket in the corner of the room. She draped the blanket over Rachel and took her seat between the two brunettes.
When she glanced back over at Rachel, she was greeted with big puppy dog eyes. She furrowed her brow in confusion. "What's wrong?"
Rachel continued pouting as she lifted the edge of her blanket and looked pointedly at Quinn. "You're supposed to be under here with me. It's how this works."
"Is that right?" Quinn asked through a smirk.
Rachel nodded seriously. "Now get over here," she said as she pulled at Quinn's arm.
Quinn followed the pull and settled next to Rachel, who pulled her feet up underneath her and rested her head on Quinn's shoulder.
From there, it only took a few minutes for Rachel's hand to find Quinn's. Quinn relaxed into Rachel's body and rested her head atop the brunette's. She was finding that, for someone who was dubbed the "Ice Queen," she quite like how cuddly and affectionate Rachel was.
Rachel began stroking the back of Quinn's hand and Quinn nuzzled lightly into her hair in response. She took a deep breath and sighed. Yeah, I could definitely get used to this.
Once they had finished the first two discs of season 1, Quinn slowly extracted herself from a dozing Rachel and made her way over to Santana.
"I think we are going to head out. My mom is expecting us home soon." she whispered.
Santana nodded. "Yeah, okay." she answered quietly. "Call me tomorrow? We'll hang out or something."
"Alright. Will you get the door for me? I going to carry this one to the car." she said as she gestured at Rachel.
Quinn slung her bag over her shoulder and scooped Rachel up bridal style. She glanced at a sleeping Marley.
"I guess she is staying here for the night?"
"Yeah, I'll take care of her. Don't worry."
Santana followed Quinn out to her car and helped her strap Rachel into her seat. "Be safe driving home, Q. I'll see you tomorrow."
Quinn closed the passenger door and looked to the Latina. "You got it, S. Goodnight."
"Goodnight." Santana called. Quinn climbed into the car and backed out of the driveway as Santana headed back into the house.
When she got home, Quinn carried Rachel up to her room with the help of her mother. She laid out some pajamas on the bed for Rachel and gently leaned over her sleeping form. She ran her hand through Rachel's hair trying to rouse the girl. "Rach," she called quietly. "Rach, wake up."
Rachel let out a soft moan before blearily opening her eyes. "Quinn?"
Quinn smiled warmly at the girl. "Honey bunch, why don't you get changed really quick and then you can go back to sleep. I'm gonna run to the bathroom for a minute okay?"
Rachel nodded slightly and sat up as Quinn made her way into the bathroom.
When she returned, Rachel was underneath the covers, eyes closed and breathing softly. Quinn made her way across the room to turn out the light. She climbed into bed and shifted around a little before getting comfortable on her back.
As soon as she got still, Rachel rolled over and nestled into Quinn's side, resting her head on the blonde's shoulder and arm over her stomach. "Goodnight, Quinnie-bear." Rachel breathed out softly.
Quinn squeezed Rachel's shoulders briefly. "Goodnight, honey bunch. Sleep well."
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It looks like you guys want some Marley/Kitty action, so I will be working on how I want that to play out. I won't introduce Kitty for a couple more chapters, though. Next chapter will be the last of part of Rachel's trip to Lima. Please leave and review and let me know what you think.