10,000 words to make up for the last chapter. And because the one after this might take a while due to a recent injury. You can pretty much say that this is 75% M rated. And no, I'm not apologizing for that. I will apologize for the drunk editing though. Not sure if it helped or made it heaps worse. :)
Rachel seriously had no idea what had happened. When she woke up this morning and she'd enjoyed the moments of bliss as she watched Quinn slumber peacefully next to her. She'd made them breakfast and they'd almost, almost made love.
Which brings her to now, standing in a dressing room, halfway across town from where she knows Brittany has dragged Quinn in order to keep her from killing Brittany's wife. Who was currently standing in front of her wearing a shit eating grin.
"I really don't see what you're hoping to accomplish with this?" Rachel gestured down to her overly tight, obscenely low cut shirt and skintight pants.
"Are you kidding me right now? Have you even looked at yourself?" Santana grabbed Rachel by the shoulders and forced her around, pointing towards the mirror in front of them. "You're going to have every single person drooling."
"The only person I want drooling over me is god knows where with your wife." Rachel growled as she spun around and stormed back to the changing room.
"God, Berry, we said we were sorry. Brittany actually had a day off, and instead of spending it with me, she wanted to see the two of you. With how you've both been acting today, I don't even know why."
"Can you blame us?" Rachel yelled over the divider.
"Damn it, Berry, it wasn't our fault! How could we know you two would be in the middle of something? Knowin' how repressed you've both been you've probably been going at it like bunnies for months anyway. Just chill already."
Rachel was standing before her before she could even blink. "You have no idea how much I hate you right now, Santana. You have no idea what you are talking about right now. You have no idea just what you interrupted, not that it is any of your damn business! I gave you that key so that you could make sure my plants were watered, not for you to break into my house whenever you damn well pleased. Yet you have the nerve to tell me to chill?"
Santana was taken aback by the look of pure fury that radiated from Rachel's glare and had to admit, if only to herself, that the woman was actually scaring her a bit as she stood in a bra and tight pants, reading her the riot act. But she was Santana after all and gave as good as she got. Even if she might have felt just the smallest amount of guilt, there was no way in hell she'd let the troll in front of her know it. "You need to back up. We may be almost friends now, but if you keep getting in my face..." She let the threat hang, biting back a smile when Rachel huffed out a sigh and turned back towards the dressing room. "And for your information, Ms. High-and-Mighty, we did knock. Repeatedly. And when we finally came in, we even called for you. Loudly. And guess what? No answer!"
"And when no one answered you didn't think to assume ...that we may have been out? Or otherwise occupied and couldn't answer? Or maybe, just maybe, there was a reason that didn't involve you when we decided to ignore the two of you for five minutes? But I guess we both missed the memo where you and Brittany are the center of the universe and nothing but what is happening to you or is about you fuckin' matters?" Rachel snapped as she finally was able to pull the skin tight jeans from her legs, purposely throwing them in the direction she knew Santana to be sitting.
"At least this grown up, Broadway star version of you had finally grown some balls, Rachel."
"Yes, and right now, they're big and blue." Rachel mumbled just loud enough for the former cheerleader to hear.
Santana couldn't help but chuckle a bit and wonder just how the two of them had gotten to this point in their relationship where she was sure that neither of them would die by calling the other one out, telling them they were a bitch, and really, really needed to fuck off. Well, she'd always been more than willing to tell Rachel, or anyone who pissed her off, as much. But she realized as she sat there folding the pants she was going to force the diva to buy, that they might finally be to the point where Rachel could the her those words and she wouldn't want to completely kill her. Santana sighed as she heard Berry zip up her dress. "Listen, I'll deny the ever loving hell out of saying this but... I'm sorry, okay? We screwed up." Santana muttered as she stared at the floor. "We just… we've missed you guys."
Rachel sighed and sat down next to her friend on the bench sitting outside the dressing rooms. She bumped her shoulder with Santana and smiled. "You know we've both missed you too, Santana. Especially me. Quinn has all these west coast people, but all my east coast family is here. So I get it. But..." Rachel closed her eyes, trying not to relive every moment of their morning before it had so rudely been interrupted. "You have understand and try to forgive Quinn for how she acted this morning. Today was kind of a big moment for us."
Santana watched Rachel sigh heavily and tried to understand why Quinn and Rachel were so pissed about being interrupted. God knows Britt and her were walked in on by both the other women more than once. Hell, she could remember a time when Rachel walked in mid-rant and didn't stop even though it was obvious that Her and Britt weren't slowing down.
And then she looked at Rachel. Rachel who was avoiding eye contact. Rachel whose cheeks were bright red. Rachel who was never the type to just jump into bed with someone. Rachel who, in the month their best friend and her had been dating, had been basically living with her parents. Santana stared dumbly.
Rachel snorted out a laugh when she saw her face and pushed her mouth closed. "Yes, Santana, this morning was supposed to be the big moment for us."
"You and Quinn, I mean, I just... I would have thought… I mean I know my wife has an uncanny ability to find places to fuck but you mean to tell me not once did you two sneak away for a little..." Santana shivered at the thought of her two best friends and waved off the thought, especially when Rachel's face was turning the color of their old Cheerio uniforms. "No way. Wait, what about high school?" Rachel shot Santana an irritated look and the woman held up her hands in surrender. "I'm just asking. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I'm a lesbian and a judgmental bitch. Which means one thing –I have awesome gaydar. And you two reeked of sexual tension. It's like every time you were close to each other, you couldn't decide if you wanted to rip each other's hair out, or rip each other's clothes off. You have to admit, you two had this weird push-pull thing for years."
"Yes, well, as true as that might be, no, we have yet to take our relationship to that stage. At this point, please understand I am not currently trying to make you feel worse. I am only explaining. But, well, this morning was the closest we've ever gotten to taking that step." Rachel admitted, even as her cheeks burned in embarrassment at the words.
"And B and I walked in." Santana sighed. "Ay dios mios. We really fucked up."
Rachel shook her head, too tired and frustrated, to even remind her friend how horrible her vocabulary was. She chuckled humorlessly instead. "While that would never be the exact words I would use, the sentiment is very accurate. You did interrupt a very important moment."
"Berry, you know I hate you most days," Santana said with a smile that gave truth to the jest her words were, "but I hope you know I would have never knowingly have ruined that moment for you. You and Finn? Hell yes. You and Gigalo McGee? In a fuckin' heart beat. But you and Quinn? You're like Britt and I. Some weird cosmic bs pulled you two together and you're both better for it and there is no way I want to mess with all that fate and try to come between you."
"Do you really think that?"
Santana shrugged. "I believe there is someone out there watching out for all of us, putting people in our lives. Still wonder how I got stuck you with in mine but whatever. I'm sure he, or she, or they have their reasons and I'll just have to wait until they want to tell 'em to me."
Rachel cocked her head to the side. "I guess that makes sense. I just, I feel like I'm this walking cliché for romance and love, but I can't help it. She makes me happy, Santana. Happier than I ever thought possible."
"Ugh, please don't ruin this by getting all sappy. I said I was sorry, you don't have to torture me as well. Just… let me buy your outfit for tonight and we'll call it even?"
Rachel snorted out a laugh. "After what you interrupted this morning, it's going to take a lot more than an outfit to make up for this."
"Yeah, well, I'm not letting you hit me again, so you can get that thought out of your head."
"I won't resort to violence." Rachel promised as she stood up and reached down to help Santana up. "I can't promise Quinn wont though."
"Joder mi vida." Santana crossed herself as she let Rachel pull her up. She didn't let go of Rachel's hand when she was on her feet, but used it to pull the smaller woman around to face her. "And for the record, Berry, I hope you know you make her happy too. Happier than I've ever saw her."
"I can't believe I got roped into this." Quinn groaned as she let Mercedes and Brittany work on her hair and make up.
"Quinn, girl, please stop complaining. I get to see you what? Once, maybe twice a year? Can you please at least pretend to be happy that we all get to go out together tonight?"
Brittany smiled as she leaned against the vanity in front of Quinn. "She still mad that she didn't get to have sex with Rachel."
Quinn's eyes popped open as she glared at her best blonde. "Brittany!"
Brittany shrugged off the other woman's glare. "What it's true?"
"So what if it is? I wouldn't be in such a pissy mood if you and your wife would have given us time to get rid of some of this damn sexual tension. I'm almost one hundred percent convinced one touch down there and I'm going to explode."
Mercedes chuckled and shook her head. "I so did not need to know that."
Brittany frowned and played with the make-up brush in her hand. "I'd offer to help, but I don't San or Rach would like that too much. Even if S runs her mouth you know we really are sorry, Q."
Quinn hated making the other blonde feel bad. It was like kicking a puppy. And she knew at least one of her two best friends actually was really, really sorry. The fact that she was the one currently apologizing helped a little. Quinn sighed and leaned back, closing her eyes again to let Brittany work on her eye shadow. "I know you are, B. I'm just tired and frustrated. It's not your fault."
"So you and Berry are really doing this thing, huh?" Mercedes teased some product into Quinn's hair, giving her the perfect mussed up, sexy bed head. Quinn's involuntary smile said it all. "You've got it bad."
"No, I'm pretty sure she has it really good, Mercedes. Rachel's smoking hot and the way she was riding Quinn this morning, she has to be amazing in bed."
"Oh my god." Quinn groaned, wishing she could melt into the chair. She was so going to kill Santana as soon as she saw her.
Rachel could feel the bass line vibrating through her before they'd even reached the door of the club. She had yet to see Quinn since this morning and the anticipation of seeing her love made her vibrate right along with it. Santana had dragged her all over the city in search of the perfect outfit for both of them, only stopping to meet up with Kurt and Blaine for a late lunch. Most of the original Glee club were planning on meeting up at the club at some point, but right now, there was only one of them she had eyes for. Rachel's jaw dropped the moment she saw her, her mouth literally watered at the sight of the gorgeous blonde walking towards her. The breathtaking woman had yet to notice her as she joked with Puck and Mike as they walked up to the club, teasing and laughing with one another. Rachel was thankful she had a moment to take Quinn in, because if those eyes landed on her even for a second, friends be damned, she would be draggin QUinn back to the parking lot to find a dark room to work themselves into exhaustion for the next week.
"Hot damn." She heard one of her friends mutter, vaguely noticing that Kurt had elbowed his boyfriend and nodded towards the other group. Quinn looked… Gorgeous? No... scrumptious. Sexy? Tantalizing? Edgy? Rachel couldn't decide but all she knew was Quinn looked like sex on two legs and she wanted to be between them. She couldn't help but wonder if their friends had saw her reaction to Quinn's look their senior year and decided to torture her with it in the best possible way tonight. Quinn's hair was slightly mussed, and if it were once again bright pink, she would truly look like the punk she pretended to be back in high school. The sleeves of Quinn's leather jacket were rolled back exposing her well sculpted forearms. The front of the jacket was pushed open, revealing the dark band shirt she wore beneath, tastefully shredded to show off just the right amount of skin and flashes of her black bra. But Rachel's favorite part was the short miniskirt paired with fishnet stockings and her unlaced combat boots. If they were anywhere else, Rachel would have already been fucking Quinn with more than just her eyes.
"You're drooling, Berry." Santana whispered in her ear, causing a shiver to run down her spine as she nodded, dumbly.
Feeling eyes on her Quinn looked up, instantly finding Rachel's intensely burning into her skin and slowed her walk, giving the diva time to peruse at her leisure. The fact that it meant she could take her time staring back was just a plus. Quinn swallowed harshly, trying to figure out how she was going to make it through a night of drinking and dancing, surrounded by their closest friends, without jumping the small diva.
"Holy shit, Jewbabe is rockin' it!"
Quinn absentmindedly back handed Puck's stomach, biting back urge to growl, "Mine." She had to admit though, Puck's comment wasn't far off the mark. Rachel was devastatingly sexy.
Quinn slowly moved her eyes down Rachel's body. Her hair was thrown up in a messy updo that showed off her beautiful neck, the line interrupted by a necklace that drooped just low enough to bring your eyes down to her beautifully displayed cleavage. Rachel's white shirt hugged every single curve she owned, lifting her breast almost to the point of overflowing out of the top of her shirt. Quinn bit back a groan at the sight of leather pants that looked like they had been created by Athena herself and painted on to her skin. And fuck, those boots! Her stiletto boots made her deliciously toned legs seem like they went on for miles. She knew the woman had to be freezing, but the affect she was having on everyone in her vicinity was definitely worth it. Damn their friends, damn this morning, and damn anyone who even tried to come between them tonight.
"I think we might need to run interference for them tonight." Kurt nodded to the rest of the group, sure that Quinn and Rachel wouldn't hear a word even though they were all now standing within inches of each other as they waited in the VIP line for the club. One look at the couple and you could tell that the rest of the world had melted away from them and they were the only two that existed in their little bubble.
Mercedes watched the two women staring at each other like it had been years, not hours, since they'd seen each other. "Or maybe we should just send them on their way?"
"Oh hell no. We came to party!" Puck yelled, earning him cheers from the crowds surrounding them. He was good at being a cockblock and would have tons of fun running interference. Puck grinned and rocked back in forth in anticipation before remembering he wasn't a patient person. "My Jewish American Goddess!" Puck wiggled his eyebrows at Quinn as he scooped a surprised and squealing diva into his arms. "Anyone told you how fuckin' hot you are?" He smirked at the glare Quinn shot him as he put the smaller woman back on her feet. This was going to be too much fun!
This day had just been shit. She knew she should feel guilty for feeling that way, but she didn't care. Quinn was buzzed. And pissed. Mostly pissed. And horny. One look in Rachel's direction and her libido flared to life again. All she wanted was time alone with Rachel, even just to hold her; but every time she made a move in her direction, one of their friends would find a way to pull one of the two of them away –be it through conversation, drinks, or dancing. After seeing Rachel out front, she hadn't been able to get within arms reach of the woman. And now she was buzzed. And pissed. And still horny as hell. She knew what they were doing, trying to get the two women to relax and just enjoy being out with friends who were more like family, but right now, she kind of hated them for it.
Santana slammed into her shoulder, more than a little tipsy herself, and gave her an apologetic smile, rolling her eyes at the glare Quinn sent her. "Oh, for the love of god, if you don't stop pouting already!"
"Don't Santana."
"How bout I buy you a drink? Or better yet…" Quinn knew that look. Santana was up to something, and more than likely, she wasn't going to like it. She had on her devious, 'I'm going to fuck you up' look.
She watched the Latina spin on her heel and eye their group, her eyes and smile getting bigger. "Alright, losers, it's time to really start having some fun!"
Rachel looked up at Santana before shooting her eyes over to Quinn, one looking excited, and more than a little evil, the other looking an odd mix of anxious, pissed, and buzzed.
"Who's up for body shots?"
"Do we get to pick our partner?" Tina asked, leaning against the bar. Rachel was quite sure her manager was already well passed the point of being drunk. The small Asian woman never could hold her liquor.
Rachel knew this was a mistake, no matter how many shots she had already done. Even though she could hold her liquor better than Tina, she also knew she was quickly approaching her limit, not to mention this was just a bad idea all the way around.
"Come on Rachel! You're not scared are you?" Santana yelled over the heavy bass line.
"Hardly."
"I'm first!" Puck grinned, looking Quinn up and down.
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Yeah, not going to happen!"
"Oh come on Baby Mama! We got a kid together!"
Rachel watched as the statuesque blonde. It was one thing for Brittany to lay one on them as she was known to do while drunk, but it was something else entirely for any of them to have their mouth on Quinn's body. No matter what they'd agreed on the phone hours before. She wasn't a jealous person, but the thought of anyone's mouth but her being on Quinn's made her blood pressure rise. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when Quinn shrugged her shoulders and told the overgrown man-child that it still wasn't going to happen.
"You are not going to get out of this," Santana glared at Quinn, "but let's get this going big man." She arched her neck out and waited for the salt. She figured she owed Quinn one.
"See! Someone still can't resist Puckasaurus!"
Santana growled. "In your dreams."
"And what sexy fuckin' dreams they are." Everyone in the group rolled their eyes at the typical Puckerman response. He might have grown up a bit in the last five years, but a little alcohol reverted him to his pervie-seventeen-year-old self. Santana grinned, throwing her hair over her shoulder and baring her neck and shrugged. Who was she to deny someone their dirty, sex filled dreams?
Rachel shook her head as Puck shimmied in place, looking like he'd just struck the jackpot. She watched Brittany place a slice of lime between her own glossy lips and felt her eyes drift back over to Quinn who was studiously staring into her drink. It only took a moment to come to the conclusion that she could never be like Santana and Brittany, so free and open with their sexuality as well as their sexual partners. She knew that since before they had been married they had been fully committed to each other and no one else for a while. Yet, even at the slight distance, in the dimly lit club, she could see Brittany's eyes darkening with lust as her eyes locked on Santana's, watching as Puck slowly slid his tongue over her girlfriend's neck. The man stepped back, dusting his handy work with salt. Before Rachel could blink, the salt was gone and Britt and Santana were pressed against the bar kissing passionately, the group almost deafened by Puck's loud wolf whistle.
"Some things never change." Mercedes rolled her eyes. "Who is next?"
Brittany ripped her lips away from Santana's. Rachel was sure only Santana could whine at the loss while shooting everyone a look that would incinerate most people on the spot.
"That would be me." Santana growled, shocking everyone as she pulled Rachel close to her.
"Oh, no." Rachel shook her head admittedly.
"Oh, yes." Santana glared at Rachel, daring her to continue to argue. As much as she hated to admit it, that look still scared the hell out of her and Santana knew it.
"Please Tana." Rachel whined, knowing it was pointless, just as much as she knew what the evil woman was doing as her eyes shot over to Quinn.
The blonde was practically radiant with anger and apparently Santana saw it as well. With a satisfied smirk Santana lowered a shot glass between the cleavage Rachel was still mortified to be showing off.
"I knew this shirt would come in handy tonight." The Latina licked her lips as she trailed her fingers across Rachel's collarbone.
Rachel swallowed harshly. "W-was this your plan all along?"
She watched Santana's eyes flicker towards Quinn before coming back to rest on her own. She gave a nonchalant shrug. "Maybe."
"Stop flirting and get on with it!" Puck growled. Three sets of hands smacked him at once, though the pain didn't stop the drool Rachel swore she saw dribbling out of the side of his mouth as Santana pulled her closer.
"Who thought this was a good idea?" Kurt groaned, as he covered his eyes.
"It was a fuckin' great idea! I mean look at them!"
"Do you ever shut up?" Kurt screeched, burrowing himself into Blaine's back as the younger man chuckled.
"Puck is right. Rachel is hot. Santana is hot. They're hot together." Brittany reasoned, staring just as hard as the horny man-child.
Rachel couldn't deny that Santana was hot as the woman was pressed against her thigh to sternum. She had the kind of body that you would see gracing the covers of magazines and walking down runways; the kind that made every girl around her question their self-esteem just by being in the same room. In short, she was stunningly beautiful, even if she was slightly scary and intimidating. Rachel's heart begin to race as her eyes flicked over to her girlfriend and back to the woman whose body pressed against her front. Santana's hand settled on her hip, holding her in place as she bent down and pressed her lips against Rachel's collarbone. Rachel tried to shake the lust from her head even as her skin flushed and her stomach tightened. As good as it felt, and as beautiful as Santana was, she wasn't whom Rachel wanted and she couldn't help imagining another set of lips on her.
"Open."
Rachel's eyes shot open at the command to find Santana looking at her, amused, as she lifted a lime to Rachel's lips. Rachel licked her lips and obliged, lightly biting on the rind of the citrusy fruit. She shivered as warm lips caressed her collarbone, sliding slowly down the subtle curve of her breast. She fought to the urge to bury her hands into dark hair to hold her in place and couldn't help the groan that escaped her throat as a warm tongue slid between the valley of her breast. Her eyes flew to Quinn's and watched the woman's nostrils flare in anger and lust.
Rachel was convinced Santana either had a death wish or was trying to kill her. She felt the beautiful woman chuckle into her skin, knowing the woman could feel her erratic heartbeat as her tongue slowly lapped around the shot glass, licking and nipping at the skin surrounding it. She almost thanked god when she saw Santana's lips encircle the glass, pulling back to down the shot. Rachel's knees went weak as Santana grabbed the back of her neck roughly, her fingers scratching along her scalp as she pressed their lips together, her tongue snaking into Rachel's mouth to steal the lime.
"Holy shit." Rachel whispered as she slumped bonelessly against the bar.
"Fuck. That was…" Tina sighed as she stared at the two women.
"Hot." The rest of the group filled in simultaneously.
"I could be hotter." Brittany's voice flittered into Rachel's hazy brain. Before she could even realize what was happening, her chest was covered in alcohol and warm lips as a happy Britt eagerly licked every inch of bare skin. This time Rachel couldn't stop the hand that reached up and laced through silky, blonde hair. She wondered what Quinn was thinking, though her own thoughts were hazy as the taller woman's tongue slid under the edge of her bra. Rachel's hips canted forward on their own accord as she groaned, wishing it was another blonde who was creating the sensations that flooded her body. Her hooded eyes landed on Quinn's, thankful for the bar digging into her back as their eyes locked, her knuckles turning white as she grabbed onto the bar, trying to knees from buckling at the searing look Quinn gave her. This was wrong. So very, very wrong. But she couldn't get her alcohol soaked brain to figure out a way to stop it.
Santana would have laughed at her friend's plight if she wasn't totally turned on. Granted, Britt was there, but Rachel was her argyle-wearing, Broadway-singing, hobbit, best friend and she did not need to be thinking of the girl as hot. Not to mention she was sure that Quinn would kill her for the thought.
"Okay, stop teasing the poor girl, Britt-Britt." She chuckled at the look Rachel shot her, murderous yet relieved, her pupils fully blown. "Get your own blonde, shorty."
Rachel nodded silently as she tried to reign in her libido, knowing it had little to do with the other two thirds of the Unholy Trio. No, it had solely to do with the woman who was looking at her like she wanted to devour her alive. She watched as Quinn's eyes repeatedly found her own, almost relieved when the woman kept her distance, knowing her will power was hanging on only by a thread. Once Rachel felt steady enough, she turned and ordered a drink, downing it quickly before ordering a second. Rachel quietly kept her perch at the bar, nursing her drink as she watched as the other Gleeks took their shots in more and more scandalous manners.
"You're up Rachel. Show us what you've got!" Brittany yelled, a huge grin covering her face.
"I don't know Britt-Britt. I don't think the hobbit has it in her." Santana grinned at Rachel, daring her to prove her wrong.
Rachel glared back. Fuck it, she was already a little drunk, more than a little turned on, and still royally pissed that their morning had been cut short. And even if each of those things were horribly, painfully true, Rachel Berry did not back down from a challenge. If Santana Lopez wanted her to bring it, she was going to bring it to a whole new level.
"You. You. And You." Rachel growled, pointing at Santana, Brittany and Quinn in turn. "Are mine." Puck howled as Mike and Sam high-fived.
Quinn raised her eyebrow at her girlfriend and swallowed hard at the determined, slightly glazed look she received in return. This woman was going to be the death of her, she was sure of it.
"Ten says Rachel blows them all out of the water."
"Ain't no one stupid enough to take that bet." Mercedes rolled her eyes at Mike. They should all know by now that if Rachel put her mind to something, she was going to succeed.
"Bartender! Another shot!" Rachel yelled dramatically to the man hovering behind them. She turned towards Quinn and grinned, evilly.
"Rachel!" She squeaked in surprise as Rachel grabbed her by the back of the thighs and lifted off the floor, her legs wrapping instinctively around Rachel's waist. Quinn felt Rachel's biceps ripple under her finger as the tiny diva maneuvered her onto the bar and bit back a moan. She knew the smaller woman worked out almost religiously, having hit the gym together in California more than a few times, but she was still blown away, and more than a little turned on, by her show of strength.
"Hush. My turn." Rachel growled, licking her lips. Quinn groaned at the flash of pink that slid from between Rachel's lips, only looking away when Brittany stepped beside them, smiling at each of them in turn.
"Santana loves when I pick her up like that and press her against the wall as we…"
"Baby, remember we keep sexy time details to ourselves." Santana purred next to her girlfriend.
"I'm going to the bathroom before I have to find out if it is physically possible to bleach my brain!" Kurt huffed as he spun around on his expensive heels and headed away from their group. Rachel chuckled as she watched him give the perfect diva storm out before turning to look at Santana.
The Latina woman bit back a curse at the devious look in her eyes. Fuck, she should have known better than to challenge Rachel, especially after that morning. She knew she was in trouble when Rachel leaned forward, letting her lips graze Santana's ear as she whispered, "Remember, payback is a bitch, dear." Santana shivered as Rachel slid her fingers over her collarbone, over the swell of her breast, slowly trailing down the valley between them.
Rachel would probably never forgive herself for what she was about to do, especially in front of Quinn –and well, a good portion of their classmates, but she was just drunk enough that she shrugged the notion off. She was in the mood to completely fuck with Santana's head and she knew making her feel… things… about her of all people, would do just that. Rachel smirked as she leaned back and to place a shot between Santana's ample cleavage, letting her fingers linger. "God bless your doctor, he did a beautiful job."
Rachel could see Santana swallow hard as she tried to give her a hard look and utterly failed. The other brunette finally allowed the corners of her mouth to curl up as she nodded her head in acknowledgement. "Berry."
Rachel knew it was as close to a thank you as she'd ever get for the semi-compliment but she didn't care. She turned back towards the blonde sitting on top of the bar and licked her lips. Quinn was a vision, her styled hair even more wild, her cheeks flushed from the heat of the club and the liquor she'd already consumed, and more than likely a healthy dose of lust. She'd lost her jacket some time between the time they entered the club and now and her sexily toned arms were beautifully on display, as was a good portion of her bra as the shirt was cut low on the sides. Rachel slid between Quinn's legs and ran her hands over her forearms, grinning in pure delight. She smiled and wiggled her eyebrows, pushing Quinn spin and lay down on top of the bar. "Fuck, you are so sexy." She whispered to herself as she took a minute to appreciate the visual of the blonde stretched out, her short skirt flaring around her hips.
Quinn looked up at the brunette, unable to, and unwilling to, hide her desire. She wanted Rae. Her skin felt like it had caught fire as she felt Rachel's hands slide up her stomach, dragging her shirt with her, stopping right beneath Quinn's breast. She tried to catch her breath as Rachel's fingers danced along her abs. She couldn't help but feel the pent up desire flare to life, threatening to incinerate her where she lay. If a small touch did this much to her, sleeping with Rae just might kill her. She groaned as the little dynamo smirked down at her before she swiveled on her heel to eye Brittany. Quinn watched as Rachel nodded to herself and moved Brittany closer to the bar near Quinn's head before pulled Santana over by her belt loops to stand near Quinn's hips.
Rachel climbed up onto the bar, straddling her, their own gasp drowned out by the collective groan from everyone in their group. The heat from beneath her singed Rachel's core and she bit back the urge to roll her hips forward, panting at the exertion to hold her hips in place. Rachel looked down into green eyes and knew her own reflected the intense desire she saw there. She was sure this was a mistake, but she couldn't stop now if she wanted to. And she really, really didn't want to.
A slight movement on the other side of the bar finally broke her eyes from Quinn, remembering the second shot she'd requested. The bartender held it out, staring stupidly at Rachel. Rachel shrugged. It probably wasn't every day a famous half naked woman straddled another equally famous half naked woman, surrounded by more famous half naked women, in front of him on the bar. She smiled with pleasure as she passed the shot over to Santana who stood by her hips. "Hold this until I reach for it?"
Santana nodded stupidly. Rachel hadn't even done anything yet and Santana knew that everyone in the immediate area was already captivated, and most likely turned on, by the scene. As it was, she was already counting down the seconds until she could drag Britt away.
The group watched unblinking as Rachel lazily trailed her fingers over Quinn's exposed skin. No one moved or batted an eye as they heard the blonde whimper, each and every one of them wanting to whimper in return. "So hot." Puck sighed behind them and everyone in the group nodded in agreement. It didn't matter that half of them were straight, the sight of Rachel, dressed in a way she never dressed in high school with a low cut top and skin-tight jeans, straddling her ex-arch-nemesis, was something they all could agree was beyond sexy.
Mercedes leaned into Sam, glad to know they at least had a hotel room they could go back to. She was sure that no one would want to be at Rachel's house tonight, because with the looks that was passing between her friends as Quinn's hands settled on Rachel's hips, even a blind person would be able to see something going to be happening between them tonight.
Rachel was in her own little world, forgetting they were all on display –not only to their friends, but to the entire bar. She smiled as she took a slice of lime and placed it between Brittany's lips, another she placed between Quinn's, and she settled a third between her own as lowered her body between Quinn's legs. She smiled around the tart fruit at the "Oh, god!" that came from the woman beneath her as Rachel slowly began to drag the slice of lime over Quinn's toned stomach. She let her lips drag along the quivering skin as she went, sliding her body up slowly up the length of the Quinn's as she went. Rachel painted juice across her delicious abs before moving to the valley between her breast, and up her collarbone. As she reached for the salt about Quinn's head, she deliberately pressed her breast against Quinn's, loving the moan that ripped from the woman's throat. Two fully blown green eyes locked with hers as she moved back down, lightly sprinkling the skin of Quinn's stomach and chest with salt before sitting back on her haunches between Quinn's bent legs.
She couldn't help but smirk before reaching out blindly and pulling Santana to her by the scruff of her neck. She heard the woman gasp as Rachel pressed the lime that was between her lips into the darker woman's mouth, being sure to flick her tongue against the soft lips as she pulled back. She lifted an eyebrow as the woman stumbled in place when she was let go. Rachel didn't give her a chance to respond as she slowly lowered her head to Quinn's chest, dragging her tongue over the warm, slightly bitter and salty skin. She knew every eye around them was on her was she leaned towards Santana, grinning into her skin as she dragged her lips over woman's collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave a light mark, before moving down the heaving swell of her breast. She looked up at Santana, making sure the woman was watching her every move as she returned the favor the brunette had bestowed on her. She eagerly lapped at the Latina's breast, being sure to slide her tongue under the edge of her exposed bra, before sliding her lips around the shot glass. Rachel leaned back, downing the shot before dropping the glass into her hand, turning to suck the lime from Brittany's mouth provocatively. She wasn't surprised in the least when Brittany's lips held onto her own, kissing her around the wedge of lime.
Quinn was a trembling mess by the time Rachel had finished with her first shot, and she knew there was one to go. She was sweating with the effort it was taking not to buck up into Rachel's heat, she knew her designer panties were ruined, and probably the tights she was wearing as well she was so turned on, so wet. She was beginning to feel like Finn and wondered if chanting mailman would make it any easier. God knew she didn't want an embarrassing repeat of Christmas. Why does she have to be so damn hot? She knew it was beyond time for Rachel and her to move things to the next level and she'd be damned if it didn't happen tonight. She wasn't sure how much longer she could be around Rachel and not jump her.
"Oh fuck." All thoughts drained from Quinn's head, her big brain finally shutting off as her world dissolved into the feelings created by the two warm lips that slid sensuously over her stomach, nipping lightly at her hip, swirling around her navel. She panted with need, wanting nothing more to beg Rachel to move a few inches lower. Quinn vaguely wondered if Rachel could smell what she was doing to her, but as she felt cool liquid filling her navel and spilling down her sides she didn't care. It was her fault after all.
Rachel expertly sucked the liquid from Quinn's belly, licking the trails of alcohol that rolled down Quinn's sides and down her taunt stomach, loving the way each muscle quivered under her tongue as she slid it under the edge of Quinn's skirt. She smiled against the skin, able to smell the unmistakable fragrance of Quinn's arousal, even as the alcohol burned her throat. She couldn't stop the shiver that worked its way through her body as she thought of moving where every cell in her body was begging her to be. Rachel shook her head, stopping her downward descent before things grew even more dangerous than this game had become. Instead, she slowly kissed her way up Quinn's body, being sure to nip at her hip, flick her tongue over the top of her breast, and kiss her way up the column of her neck. Her lips travelled up Quinn's jaw before leaning in to pull the lime into her mouth.
She'd finally snapped Quinn's control.
Rachel moaned in approval as Quinn turned her head to spit out the lime as she grabbed the back of her neck. Quinn's lips felt like fire beneath her own as she was pulled her into a heated lip lock. The world disappeared as she felt the heat beneath her hips, the fire burning down her throat and through her veins, her tongue being sucked into an inferno.
Quinn ran one hand through Rachel's long, dark locks, pulling her closer with her other. She was completely intoxicated, equal parts alcohol and desire pumping through her veins. It felt like she was floating away, only to be jarred harshly back to reality by the sound of loud cheers and wolf whistles. Quinn looked from Rachel's lust blown eyes to the crowd around them and blushed. Apparently, they had attracted more than a few admirers during Rachel's performance.
"I will never be able to look at you the same way again." Santana whispered loudly into Rachel's ear as she helped her down from the bar.
"Me either." Tina laughed as she held her hand out to help Quinn jump from the bar onto unsteady legs. "That was almost enough to make me want to try batting for the other team and I'm fully hetro!"
Rachel's eyes locked onto Quinn's and they both rocked on their heels, forcing themselves not to lunge in one another's direction. It was only the sound of a throat being cleared behind them that made tear their eyes away from one another.
"Ladies, I think it's safe to say you and your friend's drinks have been covered for the rest of the evening." They all turned and looked at the bartender in surprise. The man shrugged and lifted up his hand to indicate the crowd around them.
"Apparently, more than a few people appreciated the show your group put on and have offered to cover your drinks. Enjoy!" He said as he set a tray of shots on the counter before them. The group looked at each other and shrugged, reaching for a glass. Really, who was going to turn down a night of drinking and dancing, on the house? And after the display their former Captain had put on, they were all in need of a drink.
Quinn threw back the shot, hoping the drink would help cool down her raging libido, when all she wanted to do was drag Rachel out of the club. She knew they needed to slow down, both on the alcohol and on each other. One look at each other and the women silently agreed to keep their distance, both knowing it was the last thing either of them wanted to do.
They were coerced into another few rounds, each group member toasting each other for various reasons, Quinn lost track some time after someone toasted Artie's new gloves. After a few more rounds of shots, Brittany dragged their group to the dance floor to dance together under the colorful, flashing lights. It felt like being back in high school again, only without all the drama and chasing after boys.
"God, we should have done this a long time ago!" Quinn grinned as she danced closer to Rachel, unable to ignore the pull the smaller woman had on her. At this point, she was knew she was fully drunk and didn't care that they should be careful. All her fuzzy brain knew was that she wanted Rachel and needed to be near her. Quinn smiled as Rachel instinctively laid her hands on Quinn's hips, matching her tempo and beat with her own body as she nodded happily in agreement. The longer the songs went on, the closer the two women began to dance. Slowly, Quinn trailed her hands up Rachel's arms and threaded them around her neck to play with her hair, loving how they were pressed together hip to sternum.
"Hey! We're gonna go get some more drinks. The two of you coming?" Britt asked as she appeared next to them, smiling. Quinn looked down at Rachel in question and swallowed hard at the fire she found in her eyes.
"Not yet." Rachel answered, keeping her eyes on Quinn's. She watched Brittany beam at them from the corner of her eye before dancing off through the crowd and couldn't help but pull Quinn closer to her.
"What the hell is going on between Quinn and Rachel?" Sam asked as they grabbed their drinks.
"That's right. You missed their 'we're dating' surprise kiss at Rachel's birthday party."
"Yeah I did, but believe me, I've heard all about it, from every single person there. Still, that-" Sam pointed towards the dance floor where Quinn and Rachel were completely wrapped around one another, "looks pretty dang intense."
"I'm pretty sure it's safe to say they are in full on lust with each other." Mercedes laughed as they tried to find a table near the dance floor. One quickly opened up as Santana, Brittany, and Kurt glared the previous occupants into submission.
"No, they're completely in love with each other." Kurt smiled.
"They have been since high school." The group looked over at Brittany like she'd lost her mind but the blonde shrugged. She was used to it. Plus, she knew she was right. "They have." She stated, confidently.
"I guess I can see that." Tina agreed. "There's a fine line between love and hate. They were always so intense when they were around each other. Quinn did anything she could to get under Rachel's skin. And Rachel was chasing Quinn almost as much as she would run after Finn." The rest of the group bobbed their heads in general agreement.
"Look at them." Santana pointed at the couple on the dance floor. Quinn had spun around and was grinding her ass into Rachel's center as the brunette kept pace with her hips. "Those two were kind of made for each other." Santana admitted out loud, then looked down to her drink as if it was the reason the words sounded sweet instead of damning as she intended. A happy sigh from her wife brought her eyes back towards the dance floor. As their group watched, helpless or just plain unwilling to turn away, Quinn straightened until her back pressed hard against Rachel's front. The brunette's heels putting them at almost the same height allowed her to lean her head back against Rachel's shoulder, reaching up to thread her fingers through dark locks, encouraging Rachel's wandering mouth. They could all see Rachel's lips drop to the welcoming length of Quinn's neck
"Should we like… stop them?" Mike asked as he pulled his girl onto his lap.
"Are you fuckin' insane? This is like free porn!" Puck scoffed before being smacked by every woman around him. "Jeez, I'm just saying. Don't pretend every single one of you haven't been enjoying the show."
No one denied the obvious truth as they continued to watched Rachel's face become more flushed. Even from a distance it was obvious her breath was coming in short pants. "I wonder if Quinn has any idea what she is doing to Rachel right now?" Mercedes chuckled, unable to tear her eyes from her friends.
Quinn's free hand slid behind her as she grabbed Rachel's ass, pulling her closer as she bent and purposefully ground harder into the body behind her.
"Oh, that lil vixen knows exactly what she's doing. If she ain't careful, she's going to…" Sam's voice trailed off as they watched Rachel thrust against Quinn's ass, her head dropping to the taller woman's shoulder. Quinn spun in Rachel's arms, changing their position. She draped Rachel's hands over her shoulder as she pulled her closer by her hips, sliding her knee between Rachel's. The group could see Rachel groan, even if they couldn't hear it over the loud music.
"I think it's time we broke them up." Kurt voiced again from where he had his head buried between his boyfriend's shoulder blades.
"No." The group said in stereo.
"But… she's like my sister!"
"Then don't watch." Santana said sternly, her eyes never leaving the dance floor.
"My girl is getting hot, watching two other girls get it on. This is so hot."
"Speaking of hot," Puck pointed to the dance floor, "Did she just…" The group watched as Rachel began to tremble subtly, pulling Quinn impossibly closer. Rachel looked like she was hanging onto Quinn for dear life and they were all sure if the taller woman moved, Rachel wouldn't have been able to support her own weight.
"Oh hell yeah she did. God, that must have been good. Do you see those after shocks?" Artie shook his head.
"Hell, after that I need cigarette after that and I've never smoked a day in my life!" Mercedes agreed, smiling as her boyfriend shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"This is going to be a PR nightmare." Tina groaned, letting her head drunkenly fall to the table.
"San, I need hot lady kisses." Santana's eyes snapped to her girlfriends then back to the dance floor.
"In a minute, Britt-Britt."
Rachel had watched their friends leave the dance floor in a daze. She had never felt so completely aroused in her entire life. Coming to the club after this morning probably wasn't a good idea, no matter how their friends had begged and guilted them into it. She was already worked up before the body shots and the drinking and dancing hadn't helped at all. All it took as one look from Quinn and her body was a smoldering inferno. Each touch of Quinn's hands and body stoked the fires even higher. She knew her inhibitions were down due to the alcohol, but she couldn't find the will power to step away from the intoxicating woman grinding into her. Rachel groaned as Quinn pressed her body against Rachel's painfully hard nipples as she ground down, putting just the right amount of pressure for the inseam of Rachel's jeans, making it rub against her in the best way. Rachel dropped her head to the inviting length of neck and sighed.
"Quinn," she whispered, her lips sliding against sweat dampened skin as she spoke, "you have to stop."
Quinn's breath whispered against Rachel's ear as she lifted her hand, raking it against Rachel's scalp. "Why?" She asked breathlessly, feeling Rachel's body responded to the stimulation, her hands tightening on her hips, Rachel's skin erupting with goose bumps.
Rachel fought to for her brain to answer the question when all she wanted to do was give in to the sensations that Quinn was causing. She was painfully aroused, positively soaked, and wanted nothing more that the woman in front of her to continue what she was doing so perfectly. "You –oh god, Quinn. Please." She moaned. As Quinn tilted her hips, hitting her just right., she was no longer sure if she was begging her to stop or never, ever stop.
She tried to kick start her brain, tried to remember why they had to stop. "Drinking. We've been drinking. In public. And –oh fuck. W-we should stop." She said with no conviction at all, unable to stop her hips from canting forwards, pressing deliciously against Quinn's firm ass. "Q-Quinn, you have to stop."
Quinn spun and pulled Rachel in closer, using her hands on Rachel's hips to guide her hard and fast against her thigh. She could feel the heat and wetness seeping through Rachel's jeans and it made her want the smaller woman even more. "Do you really want me to stop? Just nod and I will. I promise you." Quinn said as she thrust her leg forward again, leaning closer to Rachel's ear. "Because I'm in love with you. But right now, I really, really want to make you cum. Right here. Right now. In front of everyone. Where no one else knows but everyone can see. Can you do that for me?" Quinn bit Rachel's earlobe and was rewarded by a long moan and a jerky nod. A few more thrust and Quinn turned her head again, kissing Rachel's thundering pulse point. "Good. Now cum for me."
Rachel bit down on Quinn's shoulder as she did just that. Her heart beat thundered in her ears, her breath frozen in her lungs, Rachel's world exploded, leaving only the blonde holding her and the feeling of floating beyond her skin, her bones melting as pleasure beyond her wildest dreams shot through her body. Her thoughts were muddied as feeling finally returned to her lower extremities. As her eyes slowly fluttered open she knew she had never saw anything sexier. Quinn's hazel eyes had darkened to the forest green, her golden skin was flushed pink and held a light sheen, making her look like she was sparkling in the multicolored lights that flashed around them. Her eyes flicked down to soft inviting lips before looking up again and couldn't bring herself to feel an ounce of remorse for what had just happened.
Rachel was thrown off balance as someone bumped into them, the jarring motion enough to break their trance and push them into action. She needed Quinn, she need to touch her, taste her, as soon as possible. She grabbed Quinn's hand and pulled them from the dance floor.
"Okay, as much as I hate to say this, we really should stop them." Mercedes sighed as she watched her friend being dragged off the dance floor by a determined, if slightly wobbly, smaller woman.
"It's about time!" Kurt yelled, jumping from behind Blaine.
"Dude! What the fuck!" The group turned to see Puck snatching a smaller man up by the scruff of his neck. "You did NOT just tape my baby mama and her Jew dancing!"
"You call that dancing? Cause I'm pretty sure that was full on fuc-" The man was stopped by Puck's fist. Santana was the first one to reach him and forcefully pulled Puck away as the loud mouth man dropped to the ground, holding his bleeding nose.
"Fuck! Man, really?! Look around! You think I was the only one who saw that? Who recorded it? What are you going to do? Smash in everyone's face here? Because I guarantee that there is video from every angle of this club!"
"Listen, you freakin' imbecile! I would suggest shuttin' up before we let him go and he does worse damage." Santana looked back at Tina with a smirk. She'd really grown up from the stuttering outcast she'd been when they had started school. She could almost respect that.
"Whatever. You all are insane."
"This is so not good." Tina groaned as the implications of what the man had said hit her. All of her friends looked at her in sympathy as they nodded. "Someone needs to get them before this gets any worse."
Rachel dragged Quinn passed the short line of women waiting for the bathroom stalls with a quick, "Sorry, she's going to be sick," sliding into the first available stall.
The need to touch Quinn was stronger than her need to breath, to think, to do anything but feel the woman she was head over heels in love with. As soon as the door closed behind them, she slammed the taller woman against it. Quinn moaned as she felt Rachel's tongue circle her own and pulled the woman closer. Their kiss was hard, sloppy, and filled with teeth and lips and passion. Quinn groaned as she felt Rachel's nails rake against the back of her thighs, and pulled at Rachel's shirt, needing to feel Rachel's skin against her own, her weight pressing against her where she need her most. Rachel pulled back as she felt Quinn grind against her and slid her hand beneath Quinn's skirt, silently bemoaning the tights Quinn was wearing.
"I'll buy you more." She growled as her fingers ripped through the thin material, sliding passed Quinn's soak panties.
"Please, oh god, please, Rae." Quinn pleaded as her head fell to Rachel's shoulder, vertigo seizing her body. Everything was swaying, swirling, and felt so amazing that she never wanted it to stop. Quinn moaned into Rachel's neck as two fingers slid into her, her hips bucking to meet the touch. There was nothing soft or sweet about it, but it was just what she needed. Quinn raised her foot, propping it on the toilet paper holder behind them, briefly wondering what the hell they were doing, but the thought lasted only a second as Rachel's fingers curled into her, hitting the perfect spot. "Oh fuck, yes."
Rachel licked her way up Quinn's neck, sucking on her thundering pulse as she slammed her fingers into Quinn, adding the thrust of her hips with each thrust. The long moan she was reward with made her smile against Quinn's skin.
"Oh my god, are you two fuckin' serious right now?!" A very familiar voice yelled from the other side of the door before a very enraged Latina banged on the door. Each thump made Quinn's body bounce, allowing Rachel's palm to hit Quinn's clit just right and the blonde bit her lip to contain her moan. "Could you two stop fuckin' for a damn second and get your asses out here?"
Quinn grabbed Rachel's wrist, silently begging her not to stop. She was so close, so very close and Rachel felt so deliciously good inside her. Rachel fingers slid hard and fast inside her in response. There was no way they were going to let Santana stop them again.
"Puck is about to go to jail for defending you two, so could you at least hurry it the fuck up?" Santana yelled, kicking the door for good measure, gritting her teeth at the answering moan from the other side of the door. Great, just what she needed, to help her best friends get off when she'd been the one sent to save their asses. She couldn't believe the two of them, of all fuckin' people, were fuckin' in the bathroom of a very crowded club. She sighed in relief when the two women finally opened the door and glared at both of them.
"Wash your fuckin' hands, Berry." She growled as she watched Rachel raise a perfectly arched eyebrow and lift her fingers to her mouth. Santana rolled her eyes as she turned towards the door; she couldn't let the two women behind her see her smile. She was sure she was going to be scarred for life by this night, but damn if she wasn't just a little bit proud of both of them. Seriously, who knew the former-President of the Celibacy club, Captain of the God Squad, and oh-so-perfect-Rachel-Berry had it in them to be a little wild and crazy? All it took was a massive amounts of sexual deprivation and lots and lots of alcohol.
Super long, "my-pain-meds-just-kicked in" authors note:
Soooo... This chapter was all over the place, jumping from one point of view to another, and while that was on purpose, I hope you were able to stick with it ok. I wanted the reader as well as the characters to all feel a little uncomfortable, frustrated and a bit angry, right along with our characters. I do hope a few of you at least liked Drunk-and-horny!Rachel and !Quinn a bit. Personal, after the day (month/year/years) these two have had, I'd be giving Rachel high fives left, right, and center.
And I know a lot of you are pissed. Some more than others. Their uh... romp... on the dance floor wasn't the wholesome, soft, sweet, passionate lovemakin' I'm sure you were all hoping for... but you'll find out the reasons why their their loving' was a little more on the trashy, hot, rough, out of character, side... very soon. I promise Drunk!Rachel and Drunk!Quinn wont be making regular appearances together but I think we'll be seeing their alter egos Hungover!Rachel and WTF!Quinn when we next come together and you all are FINALLY getting your wish. We'll be heading back to LA. Finally. Let me know how it went? Should someone finally punch Santana for well... being Santana? Honestly, Santana and most of the Glee crew aren't sticking around so don't worry. They've served their purpose -to get in the way and generally annoy everyone. Any other suggestions? Throw them my way and let's see what we can do with them.