"Quinn," Rachel looked over at the Cheerio that was laying on her bed, "What's wrong? You've been spacing out all week."
Quinn turned her head to look at Rachel, "I guess I'm just tired."
Rachel smiled, "You don't have to come over every night." She looked at herself in the mirror. Her undergarments had certainly got sexier and more matching since Quinn started coming over all the time. She adjusted the strap on her purple bra before walking into her closet to retrieve her dress.
"I sleep better over here," Quinn stated, stretching in the mess of blankets and pillows on Rachel's bed.
"But you have to get up at six in the morning to get home before your mom finds out your gone," Rachel got up on a stool in her closet to get down a pair of heels that she'd been dying to wear. "Is it worth it if you're tired all the time?"
"Every time," Quinn mumbled as the rolled onto her stomach, burying her face in a pillow. This bed was amazing. It was soft and spacious and most of all, it smelled just like Rachel.
"You're going to get tired of me," Rachel warned as she walked out of the closet with the dress on her arm and her shoes in hand.
Quinn smiled up at Rachel, "There's no way to get tired of you. There's always something going on around you. There's never a dull moment when I'm with you."
"I'm not sure that's a compliment Miss Fabray," Rachel picked up the curling iron on her desk and wrapped a piece of hair around it. Once it was done she let it unravel in a perfect spiral. She brushed over it and smiled when it turned wavy like the rest of her hair.
She walked over to the bed and looked at the clock. "Noah's going to be here in twenty minutes."
"Well you better get dressed," Quinn reached up and grabbed Rachel's hand, pulling her onto the bed.
"Quinn, my hair," Rachel protested, but smiled when Quinn just wrapped her arms around her and held her close. Quinn could smell Rachel's perfume and the product in her hair. She loved every animal friendly things that Rachel used to make herself look like she did everyday. She loved that Rachel cared enough about animals to go out of her way to buy things that were vegan. She also loved that when Quinn got the urge to just hold her, Rachel would allow it and wait until Quinn was ready to let go. There wasn't much about Rachel that Quinn didn't love.
Quinn let go of Rachel and kissed her. "I guess you should get dressed. Puck can't go to church with his Puckasaurus trying to get out."
Rachel giggled, "That's gross Quinn." She got off of the bed and slipped on the dress. "I wish I had time to change between temple and the party." She slid her feet into her heels and looked at herself in the mirror. Then Rachel looked over at Quinn and whined, "How am I going to make this dress look unsexy for Shabbat?"
"You look fine," the blonde fluffed the pillow before resting her head on it.
Rachel shook her head, "No. I can't go looking to the Jewish Community Center looking like this." She straightened out her dress as she kept talking, "All the old ladies will be pointing at me and saying who's that shiksa?"
Quinn chuckled, "I love it when you talk Jewish to me."
Rachel rolled her eyes but smiled, "What about my dress problem?"
"Take it off," Quinn smirked.
"I'm serious," Rachel frowned and put her hands on her hips, only making her all the more adorable to Quinn.
Quinn looked her over and decided, "Skinny jeans and a jacket. You can take the jeans off when I pick you up."
"Good idea," Rachel walked into the closet and stepped out looking a lot more cute, but a lot less sexy.
Quinn was glad that she had two more hours to get ready after Rachel left, because she was so ready for a nap. She was planning to go with the just-rolled-out–of-bed look anyway.
Rachel sitting on the edge of the bed and running her fingers through her hair, brought Quinn out of her thoughts. "I'm kinda nervous."
Quinn put her chin in her palm so she could see Rachel's face better. "You'll be fine. You have me and Brittany and if you get into a situation that you're uncomfortable in Mike, Puck, Sam, and probably even Finn will help you out. It'll be fun."
"Promise?" Rachel asked, still looking adorably nervous.
Quinn nodded and brought her face up to Rachel's for a slow tender kiss that soon turned heated. That is until there was a knock on the door.
Rachel gave Quinn one last peck on the lips before she called, "C'min."
The door opened and Puck's muscular frame filled up the door. "Hey." He was in a nice pair of jeans and a button down shirt.
"Hi Noah," Rachel stood up from the bed and straightened out her jacket.
"Sup Quinn," Puck nodded to the Cheerio laying out on the bed.
"Hey Puck," Quinn sat up on the bed.
Puck looked to Rachel, "Ready? Nana's in the car."
"Yeah," Rachel smiled. She looked back at Quinn, "I'll call you when we leave."
"Awesome," Quinn smiled back, "Have fun."
Rachel shook her head and picked up her purse, "So much fun."
Puck chuckled and opened the door for Rachel. Quinn tilted her head as she watched Rachel's ass sway as she walked in the heels. She exhaled and fell back on the bed when they were both gone. Nap time was so on.
"Quinn?" one of Rachel's dads called almost an hour later.
The Cheerio slowly opened her eyes and looked up to find Trevor standing in the doorway with a smile on his face that was almost identical to Rachel's, "Are you hungry? We're being bad and having pizza since our vegan princess isn't here."
Quinn smiled at Rachel's dad and got out of the bed, "Sounds awesome."
She went downstairs and ate with Rachel's dads, having a really great time. They were both ridiculously funny and witty, having her disintegrate into a fit of giggles more than once. She was having so much fun that she almost forgot that she needed to get ready.
After some priming, a lot of hairspray, and a tiny bit of assistance from Rachel's daddy, Quinn was ready. Now all that was left was her date. Well her secret date.
Quinn watched TV for a while, waiting for Rachel to call. It was half an hour after they were supposed to leave when Quinn got a text.
Sorry we're late. This prayer is going on forever. Go ahead and go to the party and I'll ride with Noah.
The blonde closed the text and stared hard at the floor for a moment. Maybe it was better that they show up separately. It's not like she had a choice anymore. She got up off of the bed, grabbed her purse and turned off the light before leaving.
"You fell asleep seven times," Rachel stated after she and Puck had dropped his Nana off.
Puck started unbuttoning his shirt as Rachel was taking off her shoes so she could get her jeans off. "It was boring as hell."
"I can't disagree there," Rachel unbuttoned her jeans and tried to wiggle out of them. That was easier said than done in the front seat of Puck's truck.
"Mrs. Cohen looked good though," Puck used his knees to drive as he tried to shed his outer shirt. Underneath was a plain back v-neck that showed his muscles through it.
Rachel rolled her eyes and grabbed the sleeve of his button down, "Please keep at least one hand on the wheel." She pulled the sleeve off of his arm before helping with the other one and then resumed shaking out of her jeans.
"Woo Berry! Those are some nice panties," he smirked when he caught a glimpse of them as Rachel was kicking the jeans off of her feet. "Who are you trying to impress?"
"Not you," Rachel added as she took off her jacket.
"Finn?" Puck asked, "Girls don't wear panties like that unless they're planning on someone else seeing them."
"Not Finn," Rachel shook her head and took a mirror out of her purse to make sure that the boring didn't wash off some of her make-up.
"Sam," Puck stated, "It's gotta be Sam."
"Who says I'm trying to impress anyone?" Rachel asked.
"Those panties," Puck pulled to a stop behind a line of cars and put the truck in park, "And those Fuck-Me heels."
"Excuse me?" Rachel asked, snapping her mirror closed and replacing it in her purse.
"Santana told me that's what they're called," he grinned, "She said they're made for pointing to the sky."
Rachel's mouth dropped open. Apparently she needed to spend more time watching MTV so she would know these things.
She unbuckled herself and got out of the truck with Puck on her fuck-me heels.
The second Rachel stepped into the house, Quinn saw her. She completely forgot that she was having a conversation with a football player about something she couldn't remember.
"Who is that?" the football player who had been talking, asked. "I would love to tap that."
Quinn glared at the guy before making her way over to Rachel.
Rachel saw Quinn make her way over and swore she heard Quinn mumbled about how she was going to be the only one to tap something.
"Hey," Rachel smiled anyway.
"Hey," Quinn smiled back and watched Puck walk off to get a beer. "C'mon let's get you a drink."
Rachel followed Quinn into the kitchen, "What did you do after I left?"
Quinn picked up a clean cup and poured some vodka in the bottom of it, "I took a nap, ate dinner with your dads, and got ready." She covered up the vodka with cranberry juice and handed it to Rachel.
Rachel sniffed the drink before taking a sip.
"I didn't roofie your drink," Quinn giggled and made herself one.
The shorter girl grinned and looked around them to make sure no one was listening before she added, "You know there's no need to."
Quinn laughed and looked through the crowd. She spotted Santana and Brittany dancing on what had been deemed the dance floor. "Okay so, do you want to split them up and meet in the backyard in an hour? Santana's already done three shots so it shouldn't take long for her to get completely trashed."
"Sounds good," Rachel nodded. She raised her glass and toasted, "To being awesomely sneaky."
Quinn tapped her glass to Rachel's, "To being sneakily awesome."
They giggled and drank before parting ways with a lingering look.
Puck had already made himself the center of the party and somehow he decided that Santana was going to be his girl of the night. Quinn was having a hell of a time getting them apart, but was having no trouble getting Santana to drink.
Quinn was having less fun at this party than she did when she lived with Puck and he was throwing parties while she stayed in the basement. She was getting more and more pissed at Santana. She could see that Brittany would still glances and turn back to Tina and Rachel, slightly wounded. Plus there were rumors going around about Rachel and Puck just because they showed up together. If someone asked Quinn if she heard about Rachel and Puck showing up together one more time, she was going to chuck her drink in their face.
Rachel on the other hand was having fun despite the few forlorn looks on Brittany's face. She'd never been this attractive to the school's elite and Brittany would spontaneously pulled Tina and Rachel to the makeshift dance floor. Tina a slightly less comfortable than Rachel at this party, seeing as how it was her first popular party as well, but Brittany was making it fun for everyone.
As they danced, Rachel glanced over at where Santana, Puck, Quinn, and a few other people were hanging out, playing some sort of drinking game. She caught Quinn checking her out as they danced. Quinn let out a small smile and a quick wink before jerking her head toward the back door.
Rachel nodded and went back to dancing. She leaned over to Brittany, "I'm hot. Can we go outside for a sec?"
Brittany grinned and nodded. She took Rachel's hand and led her through the crowd. Tina was about to follow them when Mike showed up and started dancing with her.
Rachel saw Brittany stutter-step when she saw Santana sitting in Puck's lap. Rachel was about to ask if she was okay when Brittany sped up and slipped outside unnoticed.
"San, why don't you go outside and get some air?" Quinn suggested to Santana who was leaned on the counter in the kitchen, mixing yet another drink. It was time and Rachel and Brittany had already disappeared.
"Why don't you go make out with Rachel?" Santana snapped back.
Quinn had had enough. "Why don't you stop being such a fucking sociopathic slut?"
"Don't get pissed at me because your girl showed up with Puck," Santana turned around getting into Quinn's face.
The blonde stood her ground and sarcastically tilted her head to the side, "Hmm, I guess that means Rachel stole your man."
"No one can steal Puck from me."
"Oh yeah cause you keep him on a really tight leash," Quinn rolled her eyes and turned on her heel. She marched to the back door and opened it.
"Oh fuck no Fabray, we're not done," Santana grabbed her drink and followed Quinn out onto the back porch.
Once the door behind her closed, Quinn looked around. She found Rachel and Brittany on the far end of the porch sitting on the steps to the hot tub. The light from under the water was illuminating them, but not so much that they stood out.
Brittany opened her mouth, but Rachel covered it. As far as she could see Santana didn't see them.
"Where are you going?" Santana asked, looking at Quinn.
Quinn shook her head, "You're ridiculous."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Santana put her drink down on rail of the porch.
Quinn let all of her fury out at Santana, "What you're doing with Puck and Brittany! You're using both of them. Although Puck likes it, you're hurting Brittany."
Santana grabbed onto the railing of the porch, "What are you talking about?"
"In there right now, you were all over Puck and Brittany was in the corner watching with this wounded puppy look on her face," Quinn stepped off of the porch and into the grass. "I can't believe you'd do that to her."
Santana shook her head, "Am I in some kind of damn twilight zone? Because last time I checked you were ignoring your girlfriend at school to stay on top of the Cheerio pyramid, but as soon as practice is over your at her house."
"You only know that because you're at Brittany's house!" Quinn squealed because Santana was hitting a little too close to home. This was supposed to be about Brittany and Santana. "You're so damn dense!"
Santana clenched her fists and leaned toward Quinn, "I'm always at her house. She's my best friend."
"That you're in love with," Quinn evenly stated.
"What is your hang up?" Santana angrily shook her head, "Why do you care so much?"
"Brittany is my friend and I'm done watching you hurt her," the blonde matched Santana's pose.
Rachel was wondering if she should intervene. She really didn't want either one of them to get hurt and they both looked ready to hit the other one.
"You don't understand," Santana said through gritted teeth and joined Quinn on the grass.
"Enlighten me," Quinn threw her hands up, "Because I don't understand."
"We're different," Santana's attitude did a complete one eighty and she sat back on the steps, looking defeated, "She understands."
"She thinks you don't love her," Quinn let out without thinking about it.
"You won't supposed to tell her that," Brittany's voice came from where she and Rachel were sitting. The blonde dancer walked over to them. She looked accusingly at Quinn.
"I'm sorry B. I was just…" Quinn took a deep breath, "I just don't understand."
Santana stood up and turned to Brittany, "Is it true?"
The blonde looked down at the wooden porch, tears welling up in her eyes, "She wasn't supposed to tell you."
Santana glanced back at Rachel and Quinn, "Why are you fucking with us? We were doing fine."
"Were you really?" Rachel quietly asked.
Santana glared at Rachel and Quinn stepped protectively in front of her so that Santana couldn't hurt her.
"It's okay San," Brittany took the other Cheerio's hand. "Let's just go back to the party."
Santana allowed Brittany to pull her back into the party, leaving Rachel and Quinn outside.
"Well that sucked," Quinn sighed, "Now they're both mad at me."
"Maybe we started something," Rachel offered hopefully, "Maybe Santana will realize how much Brittany is hurting now."
Quinn led the way back inside and they stopped at the kitchen to get something to drink. They spotted Santana back in Puck's lap and Brittany making out with Sam.
Rachel just shook her head and walked back into the party, drink in hand. Quinn shot her a look that said we-did-what-we-could before rejoining her drinking game.
As it was nearing two a.m., Quinn was getting ready to leave. Her hour-long nap didn't make up for the fact that she usually only slept four hours a night during the previous school week. She'd stopped drinking an hour ago because she'd decided that she would be the one driving Rachel home.
She found Rachel giggling with Tina, Brittany, and some other Cheerios. Her face was flushed and she was swaying as she sat. Quinn smirked Rachel was obviously drunk.
"Ready?" Quinn asked her.
Rachel nodded and started to stand, but sat back down. "Standing seems to be more difficult than I remember."
The blonde offered Rachel her hand and pulled her up.
"I should go to," Brittany dug in her purse and pulled out her keys. Her gain was unsteady as well.
"I'll take you home," Quinn offered and took Brittany's keys.
The taller blonde grinned and threw her arms around Brittany, "You're the best Q."
Quinn caught Tina's eyes, "Are you okay to drive?"
She giggled and shook her head, "But Mike is. Bye."
Quinn, Brittany and Rachel made their way out to Quinn's car. Rachel fell into the passenger's seat and Brittany laid out in the backseat.
"Wait," Brittany called as Quinn started the car and cranked the heater up, "I have to text San."
The head Cheerio looked over at Rachel who was looking back at her with a guilty smile. Rachel giggled, "You're so hot."
Quinn chuckled at the statement and shook her head, "You're a horny drunk aren't you?"
"Yeah," Rachel bit her lip and nodded.
Quinn was about to answer when the backseat door opened and Santana slid in. Once the door was closed, Quinn pulled away.
"How was Sam?" Santana asked with a slightly bitter tone.
Quinn thought she was talking to her, until she looked in the rearview mirror and saw Santana looking at Brittany.
Brittany shrugged, "He's not a really great kisser."
Quinn nodded. Brittany was right.
Santana looked at Brittany and suddenly kissed her. Quinn watched the two slide out of her rearview mirror as they laid down in the backseat.
She was about to tell them not to have sex in her car when she caught a glimpse of Rachel squiring around in her seat. The brunette's hands were behind her back and her dress was riding up ridiculously far.
"What are you doing?" Quinn asked.
Rachel scrunched up her nose before she pulled her bra out of her dress.
The blonde's eyes got huge, "Rachel!"
"It was uncomfortable," Rachel shrugged and tossed the bra into the floorboard.
Quinn couldn't get to Brittany's house fast enough. She slammed on the brakes in front of Brittany's house and heard a thud as Santana fell into the floorboard.
"What the fuck Q?" Santana asked as Brittany helped her out of the car.
"Go have sex on a bed," Quinn called before Santana closed the door and they two Cheerios ran, laughing to Brittany's house.
Quinn pulled up a few feet and parked in front of Rachel's house. The shorter girl moved the armrest out of the way and straddled Quinn's lap.
"Rach, we can just go inside," Quinn murmur against Rachel's lips.
Rachel nodded. "I know." She kissed Quinn passionately for a few more minutes before Rachel pulled away in a fit of giggles.
"You're so drunk," Quinn shook her head, "Let's go inside."
"I can't let my dads seem me like this."
"We'll go through your window," Quinn answered.
Rachel thought it over and nodded, "Okay."
Quinn had to help Rachel through the window because she was not only drunk, but short. Rachel tumbled inside and started laughing uncontrollably. Quinn just shook her head and hopped inside. She closed the window and knelt down next to Rachel, carefully removing Rachel's heels.
Rachel leaned forward, capturing Quinn's lips again just as the blonde got off her second heel. Quinn laid down on the floor with Rachel straddling her. Rachel gathered the bottom of Quinn's dress and pulled it up, revealing that Quinn was going commando tonight.
"Quinn," Rachel giggled, "Where are your panties?"
Quinn grinned, "What's the point in wearing them when the second I see you they get all wet?"
At the comment, Rachel moaned and lightly ran her hands up Quinn's thighs before lightly running one finger the length of Quinn's slit.
The blonde arched her back into Rachel whose lips found her own in record time.
Suddenly, Rachel sat up stopped everything that she was doing. Quinn knew the look on her face and muttered, "Bathroom," before Rachel tore off toward the bathroom.
Quinn was right behind her, gathering her hair out of her face as Rachel emptied her stomach into the toilet.
When Rachel was done, Quinn left Rachel to brush her teeth and wash her face. She put the pillows on the bed how Rachel liked them and then turned down the covers. Then she found the trashcan in Rachel's room and set it next to the bed.
"Quinn?" Rachel called weakly as she walked into the bedroom.
The blonde turned and looked at Rachel.
"Can you…." Rachel trailed off, tugging at her dress.
Quinn nodded and walked over to Rachel. She pulled the dress over Rachel's head and took Rachel's hand to steady her. Rachel shuffled over to the bed and slowly lowered herself onto it.
"I'm never drinking again," Rachel mumbled as Quinn turned off the light and crawled in next to her.
Rachel snuggled into Quinn, resting her head on the Cheerio's shoulder. "I'm sure your dads will be glad to hear it."
"Sorry I ruined the…sexy…" Rachel muttered as she was slipping into sleep.
"It's okay," Quinn kissed Rachel's forehead. "Goodnight."
"G'night."