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Not yet at least. hahaha

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Waking up naked beside another naked body and after drinking all night was Rachel thing now.

But when the woman's arm reached out and wrapped around her waist with a soft and sleepy groan, she thought this time, at least, she could just be ok with it.

The night before:

"EVERYBODY, IT'S SPIN THE BOTTLE TIME!"

She shook her head. There was no way she would engage in such barbaric activities with Quinn by her side. Right?!

"There's no way I'm going to engage in such a barbaric activity!" Rachel voiced her thought as the people around her started to sit on the floor, forming a circle.

"Don't do the Virgin Mary act on us now! You've never complained playing Spin the Bottle before. " Santana rolled her eyes, passing by Rachel to sit beside Kurt.

Rachel flushed hard and gasped. Quinn just chuckled and took a place beside Santana.

The brunette rushed to sit by the blonde's side.

"We don't have to play if you don't want to." She muttered just for the blonde to hear.

"It's quite fine. I don't remember when I last sat on a dirty floor that reeks of alcohol to kiss strangers, but still sounds like fun." Quinn said.

Rachel faced the woman, but despite the obvious sarcasm on her voice, it didn't seem that she was annoyed. And, believe, the blonde wasn't shy about showing her displeasure.

"If you are okay with it, I may as well make the sacrifice." Rachel answered.

The blonde smiled at her.

"Here it goes, folks!" Cassidy announced before spinning an empty beer bottle. It pointed to herself… and Quinn.

"Sorry, girlfriend!" Cass grinned madly at Rachel before reaching forward and planting one on the blonde.

"Regretting already?" Rachel asked Quinn with lips pursed.

The blonde wiped the corner of her mouth.

"Nope." She answered with a pop.

Rachel shot daggers at Cassidy, but the redhead simply grinned wider at her.

"Spin it, blondie!" Somebody screamed.

Quinn glared at the enthusiastic stranger until he looked embarrassed and just then she effectively spun it.

The bottle landed at Kurt and Rachel.

"Gimme some sugar, Rach." Kurt winked at her.

Oh boy, was he drunk.

The brunette sighed before giving a little peck on her friend's lips.

As the game continued, Rachel was growing a little annoyed. The bottle pointed at Quinn more often than not and the blonde had already kissed about five people. Granted, excluding one very excited boy, most of them were gay boys or straight girls. The brunette, on the other hand, had stayed clean until that first kiss with Kurt.

Up until Quinn (again) spun the bottle.

Rachel followed the pointed bottle at her and fixed her look at Beatrice. The French girl was staring motionless at her.

Oh damn.

There are easily twenty people sitting in this circle, what are the odds?

Well, considering it hardly would fall on someone sitting next to you, we could calculate it by-

Shut up!

I was merely providing an answer.

I hate you, smartass part of my brain. What do I do?

Excuse me?! You don't hate me. I am responsible for memorizing your lines! And you could start by not staring blankly at the girl. Move already.

And Rachel was ready to follow that mental advice when Kurt interrupted her action.

"Girls, I hate to bring this up, but your ten seconds to kiss are up. You have to french kiss now."

"The irony." Santana erupted in a fit of giggles.

Quinn snapped her head at Kurt so fast that Rachel actually heard the crack. The brunette turned to face the boy too.

"What are you doing?!" She mouthed disbelievingly.

"Blame the game, not the player." He threw his hands in the air.

"You know what? We don't have to do this, ok?" Beatrice sighed, looking down at her lap.

Rachel gulped hard, feeling the heat rising up to her cheeks.

"Rules are rules!" Cassidy protested.

The brunette looked at Quinn, but the blonde was emotionless. If it wasn't for the vein popping on her forehead, she would manage to play it cool just fine.

"Get it over already!" Santana scoffed.

"Yes. Just get it over." The blonde said through gritted teeth, sending a cutting glare at Kurt.

"Yeah… let's just…" Rachel grumbled before kneeling to the center of the circle. Beatrice mimicked her movements.

"Are you sure?" She whispered.

"Is just a kiss, let's not fuss over about it." She smiled falsely before leaning forward and capturing the girl's lips. They stood still for a moment before Beatrice tentatively slid her tongue into Rachel's mouth. They kissed for few seconds, and it was nothing like the brunette remembered their kisses to be. It was awkward and uncomfortable. They parted and returned to their positions.

Rachel cleared her throat.

"Happy, Kurt?" She hissed at the boy.

"Again: blame the game!"

"Yes. I don't feel like playing this game anymore." Rachel started to get up, but Cassidy snapped her fingers at her.

"Rach's right. We need a change and I need more booze. NEVER HAVE I EVER, WHO IS IN?" She shouted, tossing the empty bottle of beer aside.

"That's just juvenile!" She protested, but it fell on deaf ears.

General hums of approval filled the circle and Rachel just groaned.

"If it wasn't for the fact that I'm not going to see that ginger imp for the next yeah, I swear we'd be on our way now." She mumbled apologetically at Quinn.

"That's fine. It can't be worse than Spin the Bottle." The blonde grumbled. "But I can't play it, sorry. I am driving us tonight and I won't, under any circumstance, sleep here or leave my car in this neighborhood."

Quinn stood up, sending warning glares to whoever tried to object it. As a result, not even Cassidy complained about the blonde sitting next to Rachel but out of the circle.

Few moments later, some random guy gave the brunette a reddish drink. She sipped and grimaced. It wasn't bad, but the person who mixed it definitely was generous on the vodka.

"I'll start, I'll start!" Cassidy declared happily. "That's just to warm up, guys… Never have I ever passed out and woke up on an unknown place."

Most of the people drank, but Rachel shot a proud smile at Quinn, her drink untouched.

The corners of the blonde's mouth twisted slightly up.

"Never have I ever waked up beside someone I didn't remember going to bed with." The girl on Cassy's left continued the game, and Rachel's smile fell. She refused to look at Quinn this time, taking a sip from her drink with her chin raised up.

"Never have I ever had sex in a public place."

Ok, so now they were spicing up things, Rachel thought as she sipped her drink again.

They kept playing, but there were rarely any original statement on Never Have I Ever. So, when it was Kurt's second time to play, the people had already started to aim it directly to their friends.

"Never have I ever got caught by a relative as I was making the walk of shame." Kurt grinned at Santana, who showed him her middle finger and gulped her drink.

"Never have I ever…" Santana smirked deviously at Rachel, and the brunette froze. Nothing good ever came out of that glint in the Latina's eyes. "Sent a girl to a crack house."

Rachel blushed. She was, obviously, the only one to drink, and several judging faces turned to her. Cassidy laughed loudly.

"Fuck, Rachel! If I was a reasonable human being, I'd never mess with you again."

The brunette looked at Quinn sheepishly, and the blonde had an eyebrow raised.

"A crack house." The woman said.

"It's a looong story." Rachel replied softly.

"I am relieved. It'd be awful to know you send people to crack houses simply for the sake of it." The blonde smirked and the brunette flushed harder.

"Never have I ever…" Rachel stopped for one second, weighing her options. She narrowed her eyes at Kurt. He was the one who had triggered chaos upon them. "Had my lovemaking turned into an erotic online story."

Kurt stared at her with mouth agape before drinking from his red cup.

"Oh my God! You are Hurt Kummel! I knew your name rang a bell!" The random guy that had handed Rachel her drink shrieked.

Santana was laughing so hard she literally had to lie down for a second to catch her breath.

Ok, who is thinking about crack houses now, heh?

Flash of genius.

Look at the glare Kurt is sending toward you. Any chance you'll be murdered in your sleep?

It's a possibility. But check out random guy's face. He's totally going to sleep with Kurt if the awe look is some indication.

And hey, he is quite handsome.

Indeed. Kurt should be sending us thankful glares.

Now that she and friends had already played, the personal and nothing to do with Rachel statements continued until it was Cassidy's turn again.

"Never had I ever banged a French girl several times." The redhead winked at Rachel.

Beatrice got up abruptly and stormed out of the living room. The brunette sighed and finished her drink quickly. She glanced disappointedly at Cassy before standing up. She needed a moment, because the room started to spin with her sudden movement. "Wow." She placed her hand on her head. She might have had a little too much to drink.

"I am sorry, I have to…" She started to say to Quinn.

"Just go." The woman interrupted Rachel, pursing her lips.

She nodded curtly before clumsily following Beatrice's previous steps. She found the girl smoking outside.

"I didn't know you smoke…" She started hesitantly.

Beatrice turned her head at Rachel before taking a puff on her cigarette.

"To be fair, I don't usually smoke." The girl answered quietly.

"Can I have a drag on it?" Rachel motioned at the cigarette after a few seconds of silence.

Beatrice frowned but wordlessly handed it.

She puffed on the cigarette and immediately felt the smoke crawling in her lungs. It should be the third or fourth time she put that death stick on her mouth, but she wanted to be sympathetic. For the way she coughed afterwards, her body did not appreciate the consideration.

She gave back the cigarette, and Beatrice didn't comment on her coughing.

"I am really sorry."

"It's not your fault." Beatrice replied, staring blankly at the street.

"But still."

"I just didn't sign up for this, you know?" The girl eventually said. "I liked you a lot, but it's over, I don't understand why they have to press the matter further."

"I don't either."

"I knew you were coming to this party. I admit part of me wanted to see if you were still available, but as soon as I saw how you looked at her…" Beatrice stopped and dragged on her cigarette before tossing it on the floor. "You never looked at me that way. And I realized it was okay. It was really over for me too. The embarrassment that came after was completely uncalled for."

Rachel observed the girl as she opened her heart. Beatrice was such a kind girl. Before she would feel bad that she didn't reciprocate her feelings, but now… her own heart was so filled with someone else that she couldn't help but feel relieved that they were completely cleaning the ground.

"It was uncalled for. And I didn't mean for you to get caught in the middle of this. I'll have a word with Cassidy later. And probably with Kurt too."

"You don't have to. And really, this night wasn't a completely disaster. I got the number of a really nice girl and I intend to call her in exact two days… you know…" Beatrice smiled softly at her. "I don't want to seem desperate."

"She'll be lucky to go on a date with you." Rachel smiled back.

They stayed silent for a moment, and finally, it was a comfortable one.

"But tell me… what is it with me being French? Don't people notice my astonishing voice and toothpaste commercial smile?"

Rachel laughed.

"Sorry… I guess being the French girl is already your trademark."

Beatrice sighed, faking disappointment.

"Not the worst trademarking to have, I suppose."

"Yeah… I am seriously hoping I don't get to be the crazy lady who send others to crack houses."

Beatrice chuckled.

"You have to tell me about it someday."

"Someday." Rachel promised before squeezing lightly the girl's shoulder. "Let's go back inside?"

"I'm going to hang here a little longer. But go."

Rachel nodded with a lazy smile. Yeah, the alcohol in her system was still making an appearance.

In those few minutes, the game seemed to be over, and people were back dancing and drinking. She looked over the living room, but Quinn wasn't there. She frowned and tried to ignore the knot on her throat. She couldn't possibly be angry at her, now could she?

"Cassidy." She called the redhead.

"Hey, Rach." Cass almost stumbled on a bottle on the floor.

"Easy there…" Rachel reached forward and grabbed her friend's arm to support her. Cassidy giggled and leaned her weight onto Rachel. "Ok, I am a little inebriated too, don't-".

Before the brunette could finish her sentence, they fell on the floor.

"Ouch!" Rachel complained halfhearted as Cassidy laughed. "You don't look like, but aren't you a potato sack?!" She chuckled along with the ginger.

"Have you seen Quinn?"

Cassidy sobered up immediately.

"Yeah… 'bout that…"

Rachel looked somberly at her.

"What?"

"One of my friends from NYU happens to be Beatrice's friends too… guess she didn't like what I said… then she said something back… like never have I ever pretended to like a girl to forget a boy, when I knew all along I was straight or something… Santana left and Quinn went after her."

"Gosh, Cassidy!" Rachel groaned, but felt something warm spreading inside her. She remembered Quinn telling her Santana would need someone to talk to, and that she'd be there for her. That moment, Rachel felt like she won the lottery when she met the blonde. "Now I have an upset girlfriend and an upset friend!"

"I can't talk to her right now, I am so drunk… Do I look like I am in condition to-" The redhead trailed off before starting to giggle again.

"What?" Rachel snapped.

"You said girlfriend!" Cassidy was still laughing like a mad woman. "Rachel and Quinn sitting in the tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g! First comes love. Then comes marria-"

"You are just out of your mind right now." Rachel shook her head before pointing aimlessly at some girl. "You! Take Cass drunk ass to some bed now! She's the inconsequential drunk, you know? From types of drunk? Inconsequential one? Not so good. She probably drove my friend to tears. She's the sad type. I confess I am the horny one, I just want to go home with my girlfriend, but apparently I am dealing with all of this drunkenness going on!"

The girl waited until Rachel finished her outburst.

"Should I take you to bed too?" She asked, already helping Cassidy to get up.

"No! I want Quinn to take me to bed! Is there too much to a- ow! There she is!" Rachel clapped cheerfully. "Thanks for your help. Please see that she is properly tucked in and that there is a bowl available for imminent vomit. Cassidy may be an idiot sometimes, but I still love her." She continued without stopping to take a breath.

The girl just nodded.

"Quinn!" Rachel walked toward the blonde. "Everything ok with Santana?"

"She is going to be fine… I put her and Kurt on a cab." Quinn reached to hold her hand. "And with your… friend?" The question was more like a demand.

"I told you... There's nothing between me and Beatrice." Rachel smiled sweetly at Quinn. "In fact, she told me she'd ask a girl she met here on a date. I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but I had to check on her. That's just who I am."

Quinn sighed before smirking and kissing Rachel lightly on the lips.

"I see. I like that on you. Quite an evolution since the girl who sent people to-"

Rachel interrupted the blonde with a kiss. Not just any kiss. But the kiss that foretold something good was about to happen. A hungry, heated kiss filled with tongues, bites and wandering hands. The brunette pushed the blonde against the nearest wall. Quinn groaned when her back was pressed with a hard thud, but it sure wasn't from pain. Rachel sunk her hand in the back pocket of Quinn's jeans, squeezing her ass on the process. She grabbed the car keys in there.

"Yours or mine?" She asked with a husky voice, holding the keys in front of Quinn.

"I don't appreciate being heard." The blonde purred on her ear before taking the keys.

Rachel shuddered in anticipation and let Quinn lead the way. If it wasn't for the current wanton state she was in, she'd probably feel pretty smug about the urgency on the blonde's moves. Before Rachel could even notice, she had already started the car.

"What are you doing?" Quinn asked, glancing at Rachel sitting on the passenger's side.

"I'm feeling you up." Rachel answered as her hand slid through the blonde's thigh.

"Is that so?"

"Yes. Now I'm feeling you down." She said, driving her hand toward Quinn's knees.

The blonde woman chuckled.

"You're impatient. And drunk."

"It's not like that. I just…"

"What?"

"I want you now, Quinn."

"Rachel..." Quinn's tone was warmer, deeper.

Rachel unfastened the seatbelt and leaned into the driver seat.

"I love it when you call my name like that." She whispered against Quinn's ear. "Feels like you want me too."

"That's probably because I do. We are half way to my apartment."

Quinn's breath became sharp when Rachel sucked on her earlobe and captured it between her teeth.

"Rachel, I'm driving..." If only she hadn't sounded so... horny.

"Drive faster."

Quinn cursed as the car stopped forcefully at a red light.

"You'll send us both to-"

Her words were caught in the middle of Rachel's lips. The brunette ran the tongue around Quinn's lips until she made room for it, allowing Rachel to fully take her mouth.

"Spread your legs."

"What?" Quinn sounded both startled and turned on.

"Spread your legs!"

She did so, moaning against Rachel's neck as the diva pressed her inner thighs, then her crotch.

"You feel so hot in here, Quinn. Are you wet? Are you wet for me?"

The honks of the cars behind them covered almost all of Quinn's response - a loud, husky moan.

"We're almost there." The blonde whispered, starting the car again.

"We are indeed." Rachel said while her fingers undid Quinn's jeans button.

"You're crazy."

"I don't hear you telling me to stop." She opened the zipper fully and slithered her fingers inside her pants. Quinn shivered and Rachel grinned. "Quinn..."

She kept her eyes on the road but as Rachel pressed her fingers against the fabric of Quinn's underwear, she turned to face the brunette, her hazel eyes darkened.

"You're very wet."

"Goddammit, Rachel!" Quinn shut her eyes for a second and they passed through a "stop" sign. "I'm driving here!"

"Tell me to stop." Rachel dared her as she pushed the fabric away and ran her fingers directly through Quinn's wetness.

This time she gasped and moaned so loud Rachel felt her own clit throbbing.

"Please..."

"Tell me."

"Rachel..."

Quinn's hands pressed the steering wheel so tight they were becoming purple.

"You feel so good. How would you like coming all around my fingers?"

"God!"

They both swung when Quinn made a rough curve, throwing the car toward the garage entrance. None of them stopped to look for the remote control that would open it. Their mouths met again, hungrily. Rachel groaned when Quinn's nails clout in her hind head as her whole body shivered.

"I can't... I'm... I'm..."

"What, Quinn? Say it." Rachel murmured against her lips, feeling as her clit stiffened in her fingers and Quinn's muscles tensed.

"I'm coming."

"Yes, yes, do it. Come for me, Quinn."

She did. Loudly. Rachel swallowed every moan Quinn let out, mouth pressed against hers, her face reddish and hot. When she relaxed, melting deliciously in Rachel's hand, the brunette spread soft kisses all over her face. Then she backed away a little, opened the door and left the car.

Quinn looked confused for a moment, but soon Rachel was opening the driver's side door.

"What-"

"Move, Quinn."

"Rachel-"

"Move. Your legs are shaky. I'll drive us in."

Quinn gave her a crooked smile and moved to the passenger's seat. Rachel got in, opened the garage gate and entered. Quinn's building had a valet service, of course, so the brunette didn't have much trouble. And Quinn got just enough time to close her pants and take a deep breath.

Then they were in the elevator.

"You're completely out of your mind." The blonde said, although she pressed Rachel against the wall.

"Seems like I'm not the only one."

Rachel was holding Quinn's waist with both hands, her mouth searching for skin, sliding down her neck.

"You just made me come in my car, in the street, like a teenager."

Rachel's only response was start humming "Teenage dream" while caressing Quinn's stomach under the shirt.

"Now you're Katy Perry-ing me." Quinn rolled her eyes, but that had more to do with Rachel reaching her breasts and founding her nipples than to the song. "Sometimes I forget you're this much younger than- Gosh!"

"You were saying?" Rachel's hand was inside Quinn's panties again. She felt so hot, so wet and so irresistible.

They arrived at the penthouse and stumbled out of the elevator, undressing on the way. Rachel thought it couldn't get hotter, but it could - she made Quinn come again just a minute or two later, propped against the back of the couch. And as it happened, in the security of her apartment, Quinn was so much... louder. Vocal. Noisy. Awesome.

Rachel wasn't even sure how they got into the blonde's bed. She certainly wasn't worried about it, though, as Quinn laid on top of her and her mouth slid down her neck, making the way to her breasts.

The diva gasped when Quinn sucked on her hard nipples, making them throb.

"Bite me." She let out in a small voice.

"What?" Quinn raised her head to look at the brunette again.

"Bite me."

"Jesus, Rachel." The blonde said, before obeying.

"Harder."

Rachel shouted when Quinn's teeth closed around her skin tightly.

"Did it hurt?"

"Yes." Her tone made it clear enough apologies weren't necessary. "Now lick it."

Quinn once more followed the instructions and the groan Rachel let out sounded rather painful, although the way she pulled Quinn's hair said otherwise.

Rachel reached for Quinn's hand and sucked on her middle finger, as the blonde looked at her once more. The little diva ran her tongue around Quinn's finger for a few seconds, watching the fire in those hazel eyes.

"I believe you know what to do with that." She whispered once she let go of Quinn's finger.

The woman smirked before taking her hand between Rachel's thighs and entering her all at once. Rachel's body arched and she moaned. Quinn moved inside her and Rachel's head swiveled.

"Damn, you do know what to do with that."

"I thought you didn't curse."

"I don't."

"You just did." Quinn told her a moment before placing a second finger inside her.

"Fuck, this feels amazing!"

And she cursed a lot more when Quinn returned to both bruise and cherish her nipples, her fingers still moving forcefully inside Rachel until it felt like she could explode. Until she wanted to. Until she didn't have a choice.

When they felt into a blissful slumber, the brunette just knew that waking up naked beside another naked body and after drinking all night would be fine. Because it would be Quinn.