A/N- Thanks for being patient with me guys, and as always loving the feedback and reviews. I hope you guys like this update. Outfits are outfits matter, so like all the time, with the links before. Add the "h" before "ttp" and take out the spaces after the periods.
Rachel, Judy and Quinn-
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Santana & Jade-
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It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon when Rachel was ripped from her sleep by a knocking on her door. It took her a few moments to wake up, and clear her head. She felt hungover, but not from too much alcohol. Too many tears. Which, she had learned over the years, were two very different types of hangovers.
"Hang on", she grumbled, as she climbed out of her bed. She put her gold sparkly slippers on, and shuffled to the door, yawning and rubbing her eyes. As she pulled the door open, she wasn't surprised to see Santana standing in front of her. She simply waved the Latina inside, and moved back towards her bed.
"Good afternoon to you too, Tiny Terror", snickered Santana, as she walked into the room, closing the door behind her."Rough night?"
"Cassandra", breathed the tiny woman, as she climbed back into her bed. She buried her face into one of many pillows, and breathed deep. It didn't feel right. She casually lifted her head, grabbed the pillow, and flipped it over. Once her face was buried once again, she felt much more comfortable. The cool side of the pillow always did make her feel much better.
"Alright, say no more. That woman is...just oh so special", giggled Santana.
"I swear, she won't be totally satisfied until she beats me senseless, and leaves me for dead."
"Oh, don't even pretend like you don't get off with her", laughed Santana, as she took a seat on the bed.
"Well, I didn't say that, but I can't lie, she scares the Hell out of sometimes."
"That's not all she scares out of you...".
"God", groaned Rachel, as she rolled onto her side, and looked at her Boss."Is there something you wanted, or did you come in here just to mess with me?"
"Don't you to get bitchy with me. Yeah, I'm supposedly sick, but I'll still beat that ass...".
"Sorry. I'm just...I'm stressed out. I feel like Hell..."
"Quinn?"
"Yeah", she answered, sadly."I fucked up, San."
"I wouldn't know, because she's being rather tight lipped about the whole thing. What the Hell happened?"
"Are you sure you even care?"
"Just spill, before I change my mind."
Rachel took a deep breath, and spent the next few minutes explaining the epically horrible lunch she had shared with Quinn and her Mother. She didn't leave out any details, and it took everything she had not to start crying in the middle of talking about it.
"Wow, what a bitch", snapped Santana."What the fuck does she know about anything?"
"No, don't say that, San. To be fair, she's a pretty conservative person. She's entitled to her own opinion."
"Yeah, but she shouldn't talk shit. She obviously has no idea what she's talking about!"
"She doesn't know what I do, and she has no idea how Quinn and I met. Don't bother getting pissed off about it, Santana. I was totally in the wrong, I shouldn't have acted the way I did, at all. I made the woman feel like absolute shit, and she still has no idea why. Not to mention, Quinn...".
"She can't be that pissed at you, come on! She knew why you reacted like that, and it's her fault for taking you to lunch with her Mom. If she didn't want her Mom knowing how you two met, she shouldn't have set herself up for that", snorted Santana."That was a fuck up waiting to happen, and I don't blame you for freaking out, Short Stuff."
"It wasn't Quinn's idea, Judy is the one that wanted to have lunch with me. We've met before, but it was short and sweet. I guess she liked me, and told Quinn she wanted to get to know me...".
"Yeah, but Quinn could have said no. She didn't have to make it official in any way, so that's on her. The whole thing is on her. If she wouldn't have led her Mom to believe that you met under different circumstances, the whole thing could have been avoided."
"No, it's not. Stop."
"Stop what? You know I'm right."
Rachel understood what Santana was saying, but she didn't agree with it. Not at all. She appreciated her friend's thoughts, regardless. However, there was no ignoring her own feelings at the moment.
"No, you're not right. True, she didn't have to set it up, but if you're going by that logic, I didn't really have to go...".
"My God", laughed Santana, as she laid down next to Rachel."You will take her side no matter what, won't you...".
"It's not like that. I just know that I'm the ass hole in this situation. I'm letting my feelings for her get the best of me. I think I'm still in shock that I have a beauty like Quinn in my life. You have no idea how lucky she makes me feel. I think I'm doing whatever I can to sabotage this, and I don't even know when I'm doing it."
"Wait a minute...", said Santana, as she rolled onto her side to look Rachel right into the eye."What do you mean you're in shock? Why wouldn't you be able to bag somebody like Quinn?"
"Are you serious? She's beautiful, she's sexy, she's successful, and talented. She's perfect. Maybe too perfect for somebody like me...".
"No, that's bullshit. Rachel, you're all those things, and so much more. She's lucky to have you, and there is nothing you or anybody else can say to me, to change my mind. Don't start lowering your self esteem just because her Mom thinks the worst of people like you."
"It has nothing to do with that."
"You cannot be serious, it has everything to do with that. You're bringing yourself down, all because of what that woman said. If you're gonna' be like that, you really had no reason to freak out like you did. You're digging yourself into a whirlwind of redundant nonsense."
Rachel knew that Santana was right. She hated it.
"What do you even care?"
"Excuse me", asked Santana.
"You hate her, Santana. You hate her, and you hate how I feel about her. So, what's the point of me even telling you all of this?"
Santana felt slightly guilty. She wasn't about to admit to the smaller woman that she didn't entirely hate Quinn. However, she did need to say something to ease her friend's nerves. She needed to make her understand that going to fix the issues was the only way."Look. Britts is wanting me to get out and about today, and do something for myself. I'm gonna' hit the flea market, and I came here here to see if you wanted to come with me. Only now, I don't want your little ass with me. Fuck that."
Rachel shot Santana a look of confusion."Huh?"
"You heard me. I don't want you to come with me, I want you to go see Quinn."
"Whoa, what? You do...but...why, San?"
"Obviously the two of you have some things to work out. If that bitch is gonna' be working for me, I can't have the drama. Go work this shit out. It's an order, Short Stuff", smiled Santana, poking the tip of Rachel's nose with her index finger."Go get your girl."
Rachel smiled, although her eyes filled with tears."I'm too scared, I have no idea what I'm supposed to say. I fucked up so bad."
"Okay, and you know you did. So now, it's time to go say sorry."
"I don't think I can...", sobbed Rachel."I'm such a horrible person."
"No...", laughed the Latina, as she wiped Rachel's tears away."You're really not, so shut up with that like right now. You made a mistake. Now, go fix it."
"She's been calling, and calling", sobbed Rachel, breaking into heavy tears."She's been texting, and I haven't answered at all. I haven't called her back or answered any of her texts."
Santana smiled sadly, and pulled Rachel close. She couldn't help but smile when she felt her friend bury her face into her shoulder."Something tells me that she won't care. She'll just be happy to hear from you. Now, stop stalling, you know I'm right. You know damn well not to doubt my Mexican psychic third eye."
"Yeah yeah...".
An hour later, Rachel was showered, dressed, and ready to leave the building. She was carrying a teddy bear that she'd had since she was little girl. It was always in her arms when she slept. It meant so much to her, but it was time. She didn't just want Quinn to have it, she needed her to want it. As surprising as it was, Santana and her shoulder to cry on was a huge help. A push in the right direction. Rachel didn't doubt that her boss was a good friend. However, it was rare. It was obvious that the woman truly cared, regardless of what she liked to make people think. The tiny woman had just exited her room, and started heading down the hall. She noticed Kurt walking towards her rather quickly, and he looked upset.
"Hey buddy", she said, as they got closer.
"Hi Rach...", he mumbled, trying to slip by her. She grabbed his arm, and looked at him.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing...I just...I dunno'...nothing", he rushed out, before breaking free from her grasp."I need to go, Rachel...I'll talk to later."
"Kurt...".
"I'm fine, don't worry about it", he snapped, before hurrying away."Just go about your damn day!"
She couldn't believe it. Sure, he'd snapped at her before, but it was the first time, in a very long time, she'd seen him so angry. As she made her way towards the elevator, she started feeling guilty. She had been so wrapped up in Playground matters, and Quinn, that she hadn't gotten to spend a lot of time with Kurt. He was her best male friend after all. Blaine hadn't been around, and it couldn't have meant anything good. She made a mental note to spend some time with him when she got back from where she was going.
She'd tried calling Quinn's cellphone several times, but it had only gone to her voice mail. She left messages, and had texted her a bunch of times, but didn't get a response. She figured she was getting the silent treatment, and she knew she deserved it. Karma, what goes around comes around, and all that. She decided to take action. She didn't think going to her office was a good idea. She knew her blond lover liked to keep her sexuality a secret when it came to her career. She would go to her apartment, and if she wasn't there, she'd wait. She didn't care how long she'd have to wait, or if she missed out on any of her clients. She was going to wait.
She managed to get into the building, lying to the doorman, and feeling pretty damn proud of it. Once she was on Quinn's floor, and getting out of the elevator, her nerves started eating away at her. She was so nervous, she wanted to turn back. However, she couldn't. The reply from her favorite blogger were sticking to her brain like glue. The song she'd recommended was echoing in her mind as well.
"The song is 'Please Don't Leave Me' and it's by Pink. Keep in mind, the song may make you feel things that you don't want to feel. Let yourself feel that, even if it hurts. I promise you the pain won't last forever."
"I can do this", she whispered to herself, as she positioned herself in front of the apartment door. She took a deep breath, and knocked. Her feet were just itching to run, but her brain wouldn't let her move. She was there to solve things, and she was going to do it, no matter what. She closed her eyes as she listened to the footsteps moving towards the door. Once it opened, she couldn't stop herself from talking.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry, please forgive."
"Rachel?"
She opened her eyes, and gasped. She had expected to see Quinn, but it wasn't her that had answered the door.
It was Judy.
"No...no no no...this isn't happening", whined Rachel. She felt like throwing up."I'm sorry, I was looking for Quinn."
"Well yes, that's obvious, dear. Oh, cute teddy bear. Listen...you're welcome to come inside", said the older woman, sweetly.
"Oh, God no", giggled Rachel, nervously.
"I won't bite, dear."
Rachel couldn't believe how sweet Judy was being. It was a miracle, given the nature of their last conversation.
"Judy, you don't have to be nice to me. I think we both know why...so I'll just...get out of here."
"No", Judy strained. She sounded almost desperate, as she grabbed onto Rachel's forearm."I don't want you to go."
"Seriously?"
"Please come in. I think I know why you reacted the way you did. I really think we should talk about it, Rachel. Please?"
Meanwhile, Santana was wandering around amongst a sea full of people. She was frustrated. She'd had to send Tina to rehab, which she had anticipated, though what she hadn't seen coming was Tina leaving rehab, and cutting all ties. Or, some of her babies opting out of the job. Mainly due to drugs, or being afraid of staying at the Playground. They hadn't exactly been her top money makers but they had left her in a bit of a rush, however she couldn't blame them too much. Things were dramatic, and life threatening. She had Puckerman to thank for that. No matter how hard she tried, things would happen, and she would have to deal. Her health was hanging in the balance of it all, and no matter how hard to protested, she did need some her time. She had to admit, it was nice being out of the playground, dressed somewhat casually, and not ordering people around.
Brittany had decided that she needed to clear her head a bit, and figure out a way to relax. The blond was there to manage things and regardless of what people may have thought, she was a manager for a reason. She knew how to do her job and she did so very well.
Santana wouldn't admit it to many, but she occasionally liked to troll flea markets for trinkets and what not. It was something that helped manage her stress levels when Brittany wasn't available to do so. Obviously, it was needed more than anything, given the recent circumstances. She'd been in Hell's Kitchen for about an hour when she came across a jewelry box with a little unicorn spinning on the top. She smiled and thought of her girlfriend before speaking up to the leering merchant.
"I'll take this," she said with mild annoyance as he looked her up and down, apparently not having heard her. "Yo, asshole! My eyes are up here," she hissed. "Twenty bucks, alright dude?"
"Uh, yeah," the balding man with the pot-belly, with a little embarrassment at being called out, no doubt in front of his significant other if the pissed off woman with the salt and pepper hair on the other end of the booth, meant anything.
The Latina shook her head when the woman stepped over and slapped the man on the back of the head. "That's right, dear," the woman said politely once she had hidden her annoyance enough. "For you, ten. I apologize for my husband's pervy behavior."
"He's not the first and won't be the last," Santana grumbled dryly as she reached into her purse and pulled out a twenty. She handed it to the woman who quickly handed back a ten. Santana placed the item in the cloth bag she brought along with her and then went to put the money in her purse and close it back up. "Thanks," she chimed and turned to leave the soon to be bickering couple behind. Truth be told, she would have loved to stay for the fight, but she didn't feel like being the awkward audience at the moment.
She hadn't made it very far, when she heard a soft voice say, "Uh, excuse me," from behind. At first she didn't think much of it, assuming it was directed at one of the many other people around her, and kept on walking but then she heard the voice repeat itself just the tiniest bit louder.
Rolling her eyes at the thought of being bothered, she swung around breathing out, "Yeah wha….." The comment in progress died on her lips as she took in the sight before her. The young woman had pretty ebony skin and a soft face. She had a black lip ring and everything about her screamed emo, which did give Santana pause, however her deep dark eyes seemed far too gentle. Regardless of the big black skull on her shirt, or the dark eye make up, this girl had an innocence about her.
"I'm sorry," the woman said rather nervously. "I don't mean to bother you but I saw this fall off your wrist and I thought you might want it back." Santana hadn't even noticed the sterling silver and diamond bracelet in the other woman had been holding out to her until it was mentioned. "It looks like it could be important to you."
It was. Brittany had gotten it for her on her last birthday. She couldn't believe she hadn't felt it slip off. "Thank you, the uh…the clasp must have broken," was the answer as she forced herself to look at the piece of jewelry as it was handed to her. "Yeah…that's what it looks like."
She was a little disgusted with herself because Santana was not a one to stumble over her words. She was the picture of confidence but there was something about this person that was throwing her off a bit. She was looking and speaking as if she was in the presence of royalty.
"I'm sorry about that," she said shyly in almost a child-like voice.
"It's not like it's your fault," Santana said back.
"Thanks for not thinking it's my fault," the darker woman said sweetly. "I'll let you get back to what you were doing, again...I'm really sorry for bothering you. " She gave Santana a smile that made the Latina melt a little and then she was off in the direction she had come from.
It took a few moments for the Boss Lady to collect her thoughts before she decided to seek out the shy stranger amongst the crowd. She hadn't gotten far. She could still see her from behind, gliding through the mobs of people. She ended up following her all the way out of the flea market altogether, plus another half a block. At that point it wasn't a matter of catching up to her, and more a matter of convincing herself to speak up. Before she could really think of what to say, she found herself blurting from some feet away, "Hey." The sidewalk was full of people so about a half a dozen of them turned to look at her. She pointed out the jewelry savior specifically to reveal to the others that they had no business with her, though the woman kept walking. San sped up her pace in order to catch up and tap her on the shoulder, causing her to turn around somewhat frantically at the touch. Seeing the panic in the other woman's eyes, Santana held her hands up in a show of surrender while the pretty woman removed the ear buds from her hears.
"You scared the crap out of me," the mysterious woman said with relief but still held on to a smile.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I didn't mean to freak you out or anything."
"It's okays, I just wasn't expecting it."
Santana thought it was cute how she had added an s onto the word okay.
"Alright….well, I thought I should give you a reward." The woman looked at her confused for a few seconds before Santana further explained, "You know….for giving me back my bracelet."
"Oh, no. It was yours. Anybody would have done that."
Santana couldn't help but snort at the young woman's faith in people. "Um, no….. they really wouldn't have. Most people would have picked it up and ran off with it to the nearest pawn shop."
"You really believe that," the darker woman questioned innocently.
"People can be sneaky fuckers," the Latina laughed. "It's good to know you're one of the good ones. I guess that it helps that you're cute too." She gave a little smirk.
"I'm not cute," said the woman blushing.
"Oh I'm sorry," Santana said. Yeah she had Britt but she was only flirting and she had this off the wall idea that this girl could be an asset. "Would you prefer beautiful, gorgeous, sexy?"
"You're sweet for saying that," was the reply. "But you don't have to."
"Let me let you in on a little something," Santana said, having regained every ounce of confidence she ever had back. "Santana Lopez don't say a damn thing she don't mean." She extended her hand to shake the other woman's hand. "And what would your name be pretty lady?"
"Jade. Jade Price," was the answer as the dark hand took the offered hand.
"Well, Jade Price, how about that reward?"
"No, really. You don't have to do that."
"Letting you in on another little something," the Latina began, "Santana Lopez don't offer do a damn thing she don't want to do either." Jade giggled at those words. "So, where you headed?"
"Work," Jade bashfully replied.
"The least I could do is give you a ride. I can have my driver here in ten minutes. Just tell me where to go."
"I work at a club," Jade smiled. "Smashed….I bartend. I can catch the subway though. I don't have to be there for a while."
"I won't feel right until I do something nice for you," Santana said honestly."Plus, my girlfriend would probably be upset with me if I didn't, she's sweet like."
"The thank you was nice."
"Then I won't feel right until I give you a ride"
Forty five minutes later they were pulling up to the curb outside of Jade's job. Jade thanked Santana for the ride but before she could open the door the Latina rested her hand on the smooth chocolate colored skin, causing her to stop. "Can I give you my number? I mean if you ever get tired of working a bar, I could get you something that would line your pockets a lot more."
"But my job provides me an apartment and everything," Jade said.
"Turns out, so does the job I can get you."
"Maybe I can just give you my number instead," she said softly, with a cute smile.
"Sure," Santana beamed. She recited the number and for Santana and just to make sure she called it. When she heard the ring of the other young woman's phone she said her goodbyes and watched her enter the building before telling the driver to go.
This Jade girl was very trusting, which kind of worried the boss lady. She could tell Jade was the type to need protection. Maybe she could give her a job and keep an eye on her. Maybe they were meant to meet like that. Sure the girl was evasive in answering most of the questions Santana had fired at her during the car ride, but the girl hardly seemed like an ax murderer. She just seemed…. private. Suddenly her troubles seemed to be put on the back burner. It was time to get to her girl and maybe work out some of the sexual tension she was feeling. Britts always knew how to take care of her just right.
Meanwhile, Rachel was sitting very uncomfortably in Quinn's living room. It had been forty five minutes since she had arrived, and exactly forty five minutes since she had said anything. She debated on just leaving. Judy was in the kitchen getting coffee after all. Sneaking out had it's appeal. She wanted to, but she couldn't bring herself to leave the couch. The older woman already had something to hate her for. Giving her one more reason wasn't an option. Aside from that, Rachel knew it was just plain mean. No sooner had Rachel decided stay, did Judy come strolling in with two mugs in her hand. She was so elegant, and Rachel liked the way she carried herself. She was a very attractive woman, and it was obvious where Quinn had gotten her good looks from.
"Here you go, dear", she said, with a smile, as she handed Rachel the drink."Careful, it's very hot. You may need to give it a minute or two, alright?"
"Thank you, very much", said Rachel, taking it.
"I'm sorry that took so long, Quinn's new coffee maker is very complicated machine. The darn thing has so many buttons, and nobs. It's a miracle she figured it out. The worst part about it is, I'm the one that bought it for her", the older woman laughed. Rachel was confused. She was talking as if they had been friends for years.
"Alright, so I'm just gonna' say this", the tiny woman blurted out."This is really weird!"
Jody's eyes grew wide, and she had jumped a little."What do you mean, Rachel?"
"Why are you being so nice to me? Not that I hate it, but lady...I was a mega bitch to you. I was rude, and I'm pissed off at myself for my behavior. How can you even look at me right now?"
Judy's facial expression softened. She could hear how upset Rachel was, and she felt for her. She smiled warmly."Sweetheart, I know I struck a nerve with you. That's why I'm glad you're here. I wanted to apologize."
"Oh my God", Rachel laughed, nervously."You have got to be kidding me. You wanted to apologize to me?"
"Yes, I really did. Now, feel free to tell me if I'm out of line here, but...were you a...prostitute before you were a model?"
Rachel's mind was suddenly blown. She had no idea what to say.
"I...I...um...well..."
"It's alright, I promise I won't judge you. That was my mistake before. I had no right saying those things I said. I've never been in that position before, so please forgive me for sounding so shallow. You can tell me, I promise you it's alright. I understand. Sometimes, certain things need to be done in order to get to a better place. Even if those things are of a...certain nature."
Rachel couldn't believe it. She had gone there with every intention to beg for Quinn's forgiveness. However, there she sat, being apologized to by her mother. A woman she'd lied to the two other times she'd come into contact with her. She was so embarrassed, but she needed to say something, anything, before she had a nervous breakdown.
"Yes..I...I was."
And the next lie had reared it's ugly head.
"Oh dear. I thought so", Judy said sadly."Well, you know what, that's okay. Look at you now, you're a model. A very successful one if you're working with my Quinny."
"Judy...I...I don't really think you should be apologizing to me", said Rachel, trying to steer the conversation away from where it was clearly going."I'm the one who should be sorry, and I am. Please believe me, I really am. I shouldn't have blown up on you like I did, and...I...just...need you to forgive me. I need Quinn to forgive me, and I really don't want you thinking that you were the wrong one. I was."
"Well, I don't entirely agree, but fine. You are forgiven", smiled Judy.
"I think it's pretty safe to say there are things that you and I will always disagree on", laughed Rachel. She wasn't as nervous as she had been. There was something very comforting about Judy. She imagined it was a trait that she had passed onto to Quinn, since she was also just as comforting, if not, more.
"I agree", said the woman cheerfully, and they both laughed.
Rachel was hoping that the topic of her fake past wouldn't be brought up again. Lucky for her, before anything else was said, the sound of keys, as well as Quinn's voice could be heard from the other side of the door. She walked in, in the middle of talking on her cellphone.
"...I don't get it, how can you still be ignoring me right now? I just really need to talk to you, so if you don't answer me soon, I swear to God Rachel I'm gonna...", she finally looked up, and noticed Rachel and Judy sitting before her."...do nothing because you're sitting in my living room at this very moment." She lowered her phone from her ear, and took a deep breath.
"Welcome home, dear", smiled the older blond."You have some company."
"I see that...", said Quinn, as she set her clutch down."Do I dare ask, what I've missed?"
"Everything's fine, Quinny. I figured Rachel out...I know of her past, and I've already told her how sorry I have for the things I said. She's apologized to me as well, so you have nothing to worry about."
"Okay...", mumbled Quinn. she was confused as ever."Are you sure I have nothing to worry about?" Even though the question was directed at her Mother, Quinn was looking at Rachel.
"Alright, why don't I give you two some privacy. I needed to run to the store anyways, I suppose I can just do that now", said Judy."You two work it out."
"Mom, you don't have to-"
"It's fine dear", Judy cut in."Please just work it out."
Judy was a Mother before anything else. She knew when things were off with her daughter, and she knew when she wasn't needed. Quinn had been stressed, tired, and sad. She knew it had everything to do with her lack of communication with Rachel. After all, Quinn was hers. Her instincts as a Mother were dead on all the time. She smiled to herself as she grabbed her purse, and left the apartment. She knew the two of them could, and would work it out while she was gone. At least that's what she was hoping.
"I come...baring a gift...", Rachel said, nervously, as she held up the teddy bear."See what I did there?"
Quinn couldn't help but smile, and shake her head."I see what you did there. Very clever, baby."
"So, I am still your baby?"
"Well, I was hoping so, but I wasn't sure. You've been avoiding me. I didn't know you were trying to get ahold of me earlier, my phone was dead, and I left my charger here. I had to wait until I could get to my car charger. Why didn't you answer when I called just now?"
"My phones in my purse, and I was busy lying to your mother some more."
"Yeah, what was with the comment about her knowing about your past?"
"She thinks I freaked out because I used to be a prostitute...and I chose to just let her think so. Let's just leave it at that."
"That's actually probably for the best", smiled Quinn.
"She is a very understanding person."
"Yeah, I know. She hasn't always been, but after my Dad was out of the picture, she got better."
"I'm hoping the daughter is just as understanding, and forgiving...", mumbled the nervous little brunette.
"If you wouldn't have shut me out...".
"I know, and honestly, I can't even begin to think of what I can say to make you understand how sorry I am, Quinn. The truth is...I think I messed things up on purpose because...I got scared. I am scared, I'm terrified of this", Rachel rambled. She looked down to her lap."I really am sorry."
"Why are you scared", asked the blond, as she took a seat on the couch."Did I do something to scare you?"
"No...no, of course not. I'm just so blown away that I have you in my life. I'm not sure I'm good enough for you."
"How can you say that? I've told you, over and over, you are the best thing that's ever happened to me. You're better then good enough for me, you're perfect and...I love you."
Rachel looked up at Quinn, her eyes wide. Quinn only smiled, and caressed the side of the tiny woman's face.
"You...you...love me?"
"I really do."
"Oh my God...I thought...I thought I was going crazy. I thought it was way too fast, that's why I was acting to stupid. Quinn...I love you too", she cried.
Quinn giggled, and pressed her lips against Rachel's. They kissed passionately for what seemed like forever, before Rachel pushed Quinn onto her back, and straddled her."God, you look so beautiful in that yellow dress. I never thought sunshine could be so damn sexy."
The blond smiled, and pulled Rachel down onto her body, slamming her lips onto her once again. Neither of them wasted any time getting their tongues in each others mouths. Quinn reached up and started squeezing, and rubbing Rachel's chest.
"God baby...", moaned Rachel, in between kisses."Mmmm."
"If this is how you react every time I say I love you, I'm more then just a little okay with that. You want it bad right now, don't you...", growled Quinn.
"So bad...".
Rachel couldn't help but grind herself into Quinn, and she couldn't stop. She started a steady, rough pace with hips, moaning when she felt the blond's hands slip under her shirt, and bra.
"Mmmmm...mmmm...Quinn..."
"You are so fucking sexy when you're desperate...".
Rachel started moving even faster. She felt like she was about to explode at any minute. They both felt so good, and were so into it, that neither of them heard the apartment door open. Quinn was seconds away from ripping Rachel's jeans off, but it was a good thing she never got the chance.
"I forgot my...Oh my God!"
"Oh my God", yelled Rachel.
"Oh my God", said Quinn, as she shot up, effectively launching Rachel's little body from her lap, sending her flying onto the ground.
"Oh my God", exclaimed Judy and Quinn in unison.
"I've been gone for all of ten minutes, ladies. Ten minutes", said Judy, covering her eyes."I'll just...I'm about to...I'll be back later", she stammered, before quickly turning around, and exiting the apartment once again.
The two younger woman just sat in awe for a moment. Rachel, who was still sprawled out on the floor, looked up at Quinn. Not even a minute later, they couldn't help but burst into hysterical laughter. Eventually, Quinn pulled her girlfriend up from the ground, and into her lap.
"I seriously have no idea how you're mother can even look at me at this point. How does she not wanna' kill me", giggled Rachel.
"Who knows", smiled Quinn."It wouldn't matter if she did hate you. I love you."
"I love you too."
"Thank you for the teddy."
"You're welcome for the teddy."
A little while later, Rachel was walking back into the Playground. She was all smiles, she couldn't control it.
"What's up with you", asked Lauren, who was posted by the door."You get laid?"
"Not exactly", laughed Rachel."How are you, Lauren, I haven't talked to you in a while."
"Yeah, that's because you're too busy with Photographer Barbie", she snorted."That's where you're coming from isn't it?"
"Maybe...", she smiled, deviously."Don't you worry about it."
"Don't worry, I won't. By the way, Hummel's drunk. You should probably go talk to him before Boss Lady gets back, and finds out he's too much a waste case to work tonight."
"What? Oh God, is he in the bar", asked Rachel, moving towards the door.
"Yup."
"Shit, okay. I'll see you later Lauren." Rachel hurried inside, and jogged towards the bar. Sure enough, Kurt was sitting at the counter, with half a drink in front of him. Alyson was standing in front of him, trying to talk to him.
"Dude...you need some water, or coffee...or...something. Anything! You gotta' get your sober on!"
"Sage, s-stop...just leave me alone", whined Kurt, almost falling from the bar stool. He picked up his half empty glass, and waved it in her face."Top this off...come on...".
"Hell no, you're cut the fuck off, man!"
"What the Hell, why", he argued, standing up.
"Because you're already in enough shit for being this fucked before we open! Santana is gonna' beat your ass when she finds out! Then she's gonna' beat mine for feeding you alcohol all afternoon! I'm trying to save us both, and her! She doesn't need this stress right now!"
"Whatever...y-you're a bitch, I hate you", he yelled, before chugging the rest of what was in his glass.
"Yeah, alight...I'm not gonna' take that to heart, because I know you're jacked right now", yelled Alyson.
"Enough", said Rachel, as she grabbed Kurt's arm."Kurt, upstairs, let's go."
"No! No! Screw you...d-don't touch me", he said, ripping his arm away from the tiny woman."Get away from me!"
"Knock it off", snapped Rachel."I have no idea what's gotten into you today, but I'm really kind of over it! Now, let's go!"
"Fine", he snapped back, as he slammed his glass down, and stormed out of the bar. Rachel just looked over at Alyson, wide eyed.
"Hey, don't look at me, I have no idea who flipped his bitch switch. He came in here a couple hours ago, sat down, and started ordering vodka and soda water. I wasn't even serving, I was cleaning! I mean for fuck sake, no wonder we all get paid so much! I need a shrink, and I haven't even worked here for that long!"
"We have one, we're all required to speak to her once a month", breathed Rachel."I actually think that's coming up pretty soon. Look, don't worry him. If he drinks too much, he gets snippy. He'll say he's sorry later, don't take his drunken insults personally."
"I mean, I know I said I wouldn't, but...that hurt", said Alyson, somewhat over dramatically. Rachel laughed. She loved the girl's sense of humor."Damn...".
"It's okay. I'll go deal with him, I'll talk to you later", said Rachel.
"Hey...short girl fist bump", laughed Alyson, sticking her fist out. Rachel giggled, and bumped her fist against the equally shorter girl's."Heeeyyyy...that's what I'm talking about. See you later on, Star."
"Later, Sage."
Five minutes later, Rachel caught up with her drunk, agitated, male bestie in his room. He was sprawled out on his bed, mumbling drunkenly into his pillow. Rachel closed the door behind her, and sat down on his bed.
"What the Hell is going on with you today, sweetie?"
"What the f-fuck do you care...you're too busy with your new girlfriend", he sneered.
"That is not fair", she snapped.
"No...no no no no...no...what's not f-fair is that...is that...that...Blaine is such an asshole...he ca-can't even like answer my calls or my...messages or anything...and it's his f-fault. It's all his fault...".
"What's all his fault", asked Rachel, confused as ever.
"That...I slept...w-with...Sam."
Rachel was sure her heart was about to beat right out of her chest."Wait a minute...the new guy? You...and...him?"
"Yeah Rachel...we banged...we screwed...we fucked...it was fantastic...but now I feel like dying. I want...I...I w-want my Blaine...".
"Oh my god. I thought he didn't do sex...I thought he only gave blow jobs, and danced...".
"Yeah yeah...that's what he says...b-but you know what...I knew that was bullshit from the moment I laid eyes on him. God, he's fucking beautiful...like a b-blond God. Like Thor with shorter hair and a much better kind of hammer. And he's dumber then a box a rocks...but..but...so sexy. Blow jobs my ass...that man is...is...now addicted to butt sex...".
"Oh God, I didn't need that image...", laughed Rachel."And what do you mean now...?"
"I was his...f-first...", slurred Kurt."He's never...buried t-the treasure before...or had a treasure buried...".
"Jesus. This is more then I needed to know, Kurt."
"Rachel...go tend yo your issues...I know damn well you're so wrapped up in Quinn that you don't have time for anybody else anymore. Love is...is...so f-fucked up...it hurts. It's a pain in the ass...and you'll g-get your heart smashed."
"Come on, Kurt. Blaine loves you...he's just...weird about it."
"If he really loves m-me...he'd be less embarrassed about me...he would be answering my calls and texts...a-and showing his face around here."
"Trust me, sweetie. He does love you. It does suck that he's so insecure about things, but, that doesn't matter. He does love you", said Rachel, as she rubbed Kurt's back."God, you've both been in such denial. It has to stop though. Kurt...denial only hurts things. You and Blaine...you both denied your feelings for way too long. I hate to rain on your parade, but...the fact that you're both being so damn stubborn is making things so much worse."
"Wow...", laughed Kurt, as she shakily sat up."You used to freak out on me about catching feelings for a client...and y-you always got so p-pissed at m-me. That chick...she's ch-changing you...".
Rachel hated seeing her friend so upset. Kurt wasn't one to wear his heart on his sleeve. Yet, whenever he had been drinking, and was talking to somebody he trusted, things were so much different. She smiled at him, and pulled him into a hug."I know...she does things to me. And Blaine does things to you. Obviously, so does Sam. What do you wanna' do, sweetie?"
"Quit. I wanna' quit the Playground."
"What", she shrieked." Kurt, you can't be serious!"
"I am...I'm over th-this fucking place! It's very slowly killing us all just...a little bit more ever...single...day."
"No, you need to think about this a little more, you can't do this to Santana right now! What do you think she'll do if she hears about this?"
Without warning, Kurt leaned over the side of his bed, and vomited all over the floor.
"Oh God...I just had to ask ask..".