Okay so here's what I'm getting from the reviews. The Santana and Rachel POVs are the best. Charlie x Brittany should happen. Pezberry needs some action.
Well I think you'll enjoy this chapter then.
Charlie's POV
I was too busy singing Don't Stop Me Now and dancing around my kitchen with my earphones on to realize that my mom was standing right there. I jumped when she tapped my shoulder, and I nearly dropped one of the three slices of leftover pizza I was about to eat. I yanked the earphones out of my ears, covered my racing heart, and we both burst out into a fit of laughter.
"Jeez mom you scared me." I told her.
"Well I certainly didn't mean to, but the look on your face was priceless." She said before looking at the plate of food in front of me and frowning. "Why are you eating all that before dinner?"
"Didn't dad tell you? He's got one of those fancy dinner party's at the Lopez house. Quinn's out getting a new dress for it and everything and Dad should be back in about an hour, but don't feel too left out, I'm sure your invite is in the mail somewhere." I joked.
"Why aren't you going Charlie?" My mom asked. I put my plate down leaned my body against the counter behind me.
"Mom…come on, let's get real. Just about all my invites to everything have been revoked." I reminded her. "It's not a big deal; you guys go…have fun or whatever." I took a bite of my cold pizza and my mom watched me for a moment before sighing.
"You're friends with Santana just like Quinn, you can go with us." She said rubbing my shoulder.
"I don't want your permission to go somewhere that I should've been invited to myself." I snapped. I calm down immediately realizing that my mom was the last person I wanted to yell at now. "He doesn't want his lesbian daughter anywhere near his friends. He thinks I'm trash mom."
"No I think it's the hair." My mom joked. I rolled my eyes and wished that I could've just been home alone sulking. At least then, I wouldn't have to deal with my mom's sarcasm. My mom went into the refrigerator and pulled out her tin water bottle. I watched as she took a sip and closed her eyes for a moment with a look of relief on her face after that. "He doesn't think you're trash dear, he just…you know how your father is."
"So do you apparently." I mumbled.
"Excuse me?" She asked furrowing her eyebrows. I took the tin bottle from her and sniffed the inside of it. Cranberry juice and vodka. Well at least she tries to hide it during the day.
"You know how he is more than I do according to the liquid courage you need just to go to a dinner party." My mom looked at me with wide eyes and I just handed her the bottle back and crossed my arms over my chest.
"How long have you-."
"A while." I said with a bitter laugh. "I found out a long time ago. I caught you sneaking some whiskey in the middle of the night. You probably don't remember, but you yanked my wrist so tight that I sprained it. I told dad I'd fallen out of a tree when he asked."
"What about your baby sister?" I looked away from her, feeling this pang of jealously run through my body. Baby sister? It figures she'd say something like that.
"I tried to keep it from her I tried as hard as I could." I looked down at the ground contemplating things for a moment. "And calling her my baby sister? God what a fucking joke." She flinched when I cursed, but she was the one trying to disguse vodka as water, so she shouldn't be the one judging here.
"I didn't mean-."
"I know what you meant." I yelled. "I'm Charlie and she's Quinnie, she's the one's who's been getting babied all her life. I remember when grandma died, you were a mess, dad was busy with the funeral service and Quinn was like this freaky pod person walking around like she had nothing to live for. You looked me in the eyes and told me to take care of her because she needed someone right now, as if I didn't need someone. It's not my job to be her mom…that's your job." I could tell I was getting to her because she put the bottle down.
She took my face in her hands and just looked at me for a while. "You tell me how to fix this Charlie. You tell me right now and I'll do whatever I can to help you."
"It's not you mom. It's dad. I spent my whole life feeling like an outsider and now it's worse." I took my mom's hands in mine. "We used to be close, mom. You and I used to go camping in our backyard, just you and I. Now I bet you're just as disgusted with me as dad is-."
"Don't you say that. Don't you dare." She said before wrapping her arms around me. I couldn't even remember the last time my mom had hugged me, but I knew I never wanted to let go. She pulled back after what seemed like five minutes. "I love you no matter who you love."
"Mom I-." I wiped my eyes and smiled. My mom's cell phone buzzed and she picked it up. The conversation was quick, I only heard her said two okay's before she hung up again.
"That was your father, he says that he and Quinn decided to just go straight there and that I should meet them there." She put her phone back in her pocket. "You go upstairs and get dressed-."
"No mom, you go, I don't want to make a scene over a dinner party. Plus you don't want me there, my hair will be the main attraction, and I'm afraid I'll class the place up too much." I joked.
"Okay dear." My mom kissed my cheek before she grabbed the tin bottle. I thought she was going to take it with her but she walked right past me with it and dumped all the contents of it in the sink. I'd never been more proud of my mother than I was right now. Just as she was about to exit the kitchen she turned around again. "I just realized that Quinn tends to have Santana and Brittany over a lot, are you like-?"
"No mom!" I said flushing red. "I mean…I used to have a crush on Santana, but that ship has sailed."
"She's a beautiful girl. Is she, um…what do you kids call it these days? Your type?"
"I dunno mom, I don't think I have a type." I informed her.
"Just if you do happen to have a girl over, the doors open rule applies." She said trying to sound stern but it just came out nervous.
"Can do mom." I said waving goodbye to her. I took my pizza and went upstairs. I stopped when I heard movement in Quinn's room. Oh great, as soon as things seem to be looking up someone decides to break into our house. I used my foot to slowly open the door while I continued eating my pizza. I figured that if I was going to die then I could at least die with something delicious in my stomach.
"I have been looking for Quinn's duck shirt for like ten minutes; do you know where it is?" I found Brittany standing in front of Quinn's dresser looking through each drawer. I smiled at the sight, leave it to Brittany to sneak into my house without me or my mom knowing.
"I uh…think it might be here." I said going to the bottom drawer and grabbing the shirt for her. I handed it to her and she smiled. "Britt, do you wanna watch a movie or something?" I suggested.
"Sure." She said following me into my room. I turned on my TV and popped in Mean Girls because it was just about the only DVD Quinn had left upstairs. Brittany was already lying on my bed with her head propped up on her hands. "You want something to eat?" I asked her. She shook her head no, took Quinn's duck shirt, and smiled. She pulled off the William McKinley High School shirt she was wearing. I was too shocked to look away.
Brittany's body was amazing. She wasn't as strong as Santana was, but she was tall, and her legs…God her legs. They went on for miles. It seemed like Brittany was toying with me when she fumbled with the duck shirt more than a few times before she finally put it on. I sat down letting my feet hang over the edge of the bed as I continued eating my pizza. Brittany was on the bed behind me, kneeling on her knees and resting her hands on my shoulders.
"Can I touch your hair?" She asked.
"Sure go ahead." I told her enjoying the way she ran her hands through my hair. She occasionally scratched my scalp and I loved that feeling. She pulled my hair up and then over my left shoulder. Seconds later I felt her lips against my neck. "B, what a-are you doing?" I asked putting my plate down and turning my head so I could see her.
"Turn back around." She whispered. I did as I was told, and her lips returned to my neck. Her tongue swiped just below my earlobe, before she nipped down against my neck. "Can I come over there?" It took a second for me to realize she was asking me if she could kiss me. I nodded and she got off the bed and stood in front of me for a moment before straddling my hips. I held onto her thighs to keep her balanced as she dipped her head down and kissed me. "You're a really good kisser." She complimented and I smiled into the kiss.
She moved her body against mine, grinding her hips against me. It felt amazing.
My hand moved higher up on her shirt. "Stop being silly Charlie. If you want to touch me…" She took my hand and pushed it under her shirt and higher until my hand was on her breast. "…then touch me."
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Santana's POV
I offered wine to Debbie and Ronald Jones, but they both declined saying something about how they didn't want to come home trashed and leave a bad impression on their son's girlfriend. I laughed just so they'd think that I cared. I took the wine back to the kitchen where Quinn was waiting with a smirk on her face. "How did you manage to make skinny jeans look classy?" She asked examining my outfit.
"It's called being hot, I was sorta born with this gift." I joked. "Wine?" I offered jokingly and she laughed. She twirled in her dress for me and I rolled my eyes at how satisfied with herself she looked.
"You'd better tell me I look hot or I'll smash that bottle over your head." Quinn threatened.
"I've got a ragging hard-on for you, I could fuck you senseless right here." I said dryly.
"Well looks like the party's in here." I turned around just to find Hiram Berry standing there with wine in his hand and a lopsided grin on his face. Leroy Berry came in the room moments later putting his hand on Hiram's shoulder.
"I take it you're Quinn Fabray. I'm Leroy and this is my partner Hiram." Both men shook Quinn's hand while I just stood there slightly embarrassed that Hiram heard what I'd said, even if he knew it was a joke.
"My dad never told me that you were coming." I said scratching the back of my head.
"Oh it was very last minute." Leroy said.
"By that he means he weaseled his way into an invitation, but I'm glad he did. I'm a sucker for a dinner party, makes me feel like Gatsby or something." Hiram said using that eccentric way of moving his hand about excitedly while he spoke.
"Where's Berr-I mean, where's Rachel?" Quinn asked. Judging from the look on her face she really hoped they'd left Rachel at home.
"She's introducing her to everyone in the room. It's something I taught her, you never know when you'll need someone in the future, and it helps to have contact with people in high places." Hiram explained.
"Quinn, I thought you had a twin. Where is she?" Leroy asked.
"Well you see, she's older by a few minutes, and as you know we're a very traditional family, which means the oldest gets the inheritance. So I had to kill her." Hiram Berry's mouth hit the floor before he broke out into laughter. Leroy was a little more shocked by Quinn's humor and I nudged her in the side.
"Hiram come on, let's go socialize with the adults." Leroy said taking Hiram by the arm.
"Ha, no way you go ahead, these kids are hilarious." Hiram said trying to wave his husband off. Leroy pulled his husband out of the room by force which caused Quinn and I to exchange looks and laugh.
"I totally thought your dad wouldn't invite them. I figured he'd have a 'no way, no gay' policy or something." Quinn said.
"You're one to talk about my dad. Apparently that's the policy your dad has. That's pretty awful of him not to let Charlie come." Quinn shrugged and poured herself some Pepsi. "Which is too bad I really could've used someone to balance out your bitchiness." Quinn mocked astonishment and I held back a laugh.
"Rude." Quinn said leaning back so that she could see into the living room. "Oh red alert the Yentl is making her first appearance." Quinn said just loud enough for Rachel to hear as she entered the room. "Oh hi, midget."
"Somehow I hoped that you'd be nice to me because we at something formal." Rachel said grabbing herself a cup and filling it with water.
"You overestimated her." I said. Rachel was wearing a relatively tight black dress with three inch heels. The dress went down to her mid-thighs and it was only held up by spaghetti straps. She'd straightened her hair, worn a little extra makeup, and even wore earrings. You'd have to be blind not to see how amazing she looked right now.
"Oh my god Santana Jesus, would you stop eye fucking her." Quinn snipped. My face warmed as Rachel bit her lip to keep from smiling.
"Are you jealous Quinnie?" I asked trying to irritate Quinn.
"Not really, I mean you did say you'd fuck me senseless earlier." Quinn remarked with a smug smile. Rachel gave me a questioning stare.
"Well with the way Rachel looks right now, I'd do all kinds of things to her." I held Rachel's stare too long and Quinn noticed.
"Alright jokes over, do you want to ask my parents about taking you to the cheer competition in a few weeks?" Quinn asked already walking towards the doorway.
"Actually Quinn I sort of wanted to talk to Santana privately for a moment." Rachel said.
"No way are you gonna ditch me for dwarf." Quinn said waiting for me in the doorway. When she saw that I wasn't going to move she rolled her eyes and left us alone.
"I think she hates me more now." Rachel said not really sounding like she was bothered by the whole idea. "Santana, we should really talk." I nodded and looked around. It wasn't like anyone could hear us right here. "It's about the money in your duffle bag." I took her hand in mine and brought her to the back staircase. We crept up the steps quietly, and I pulled her into my room, being sure to shut my door quietly.
"How'd you know about the money?" I asked her.
"That's not the point." She said. "You should just start explaining yourself because, honestly, I've gone through a lot of scenarios for where it came from and they're all bad." I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Like what? Like I'm some sort of drug dealer?" She looked up at me and I frowned. "Oh my god! I'm not!" I told her. "That's not even close."
"Okay, then just tell me. What's the big deal?" She questioned. I sat down on my bed and patted the spot next to me, where she sat down after a few moments.
"It's my mom's money, most of it at least. I had to go through so much trouble to get it. We created this private bank account just for us, so my dad wouldn't control all of our money." I began. "The money, it's not for me. The money is for my grandmother…not the one of my father's side, she's just as bad as he is, but my grandma Ana. She's in the hospital…well in Hospice. I'm using that money to pay for everything she needs." I explained.
"I'm so sorry to hear that…how long? I mean how long does she have before she…" Rachel looked down at her hands.
"Two months tops, before this, I didn't even know what Hospice was. I had to look online. I just like went on my computer and typed it in. The first thing that came up was this album by The Antlers. Have you heard of them?" I asked.
"Yeah, I listen to them sometimes." She replied.
"Yeah, they've got this album, called Hospice, and it's a concept album about a patient in hospice. The person taking care of them feels helpless because they know that there's only one way things can end. I listened to the whole album twice, just sitting there in my room. My favorite song on the whole album is called Wake, which is weird because that's the last song, that's the one when the patient dies." I took a deep breath and then looked over at Rachel. "My dad doesn't know about this, he doesn't know that I go and see her."
"Why not?" Rachel questioned.
"When she got sick, immediately she knew she was going to die, my dad went and threatened her, telling her that she had to put my mom as the sole beneficiary in her will. She did it not realizing that if she did all the money would go straight to him." I thought back to the talks I'd had with my mom about this. She kept pleading with me, telling me that if I medaled in my father's financial affairs then it wouldn't turn out right. I didn't think it'd turn out like this. "All I did was visit her once, I didn't even talk about the will, but a few days later she changed it completely. Making me the only beneficiary, and being sure to put the money in my account."
"So your dad's going to go ballistic." Rachel said nodding in understanding. "I'm sorry I pushed all this information out of you, I was just worried-."
"No it feels good to tell someone." I told her. Rachel wrapped her arms around my torso and kissed my cheek before puling away. Sure Rachel was only getting half of the story from me, but it was more than anyone else knew. "Do you think we should go back downstairs?" I asked glancing at my watch.
"Hold on let me just look around for a second." Rachel said standing to her feet and walking over to my dresser. She looked at the pictures I had there, mostly of my sister and I. I watched her for a few minutes, shamelessly checking her out at one point before I got up and stood behind her. I kept the distance between our bodies for a moment peering over her shoulder to see that she'd picked up an old mixtape of mine that Charlie had made me.
I placed my hands on my dresser, making it so that there was no space between our bodies. She pushed back against me and turned her head a little towards me. She wiggled her hips against me and I smirked. What a tease. She had the right to be a tease though, her body was amazing. "So here we are…our bodies touching…what are you gonna do about it?" I pulled my hands back, and toyed with the bottom of her dress. I tugged her dress up until the bottom of the dress was right at the bottom of her panties. I pushed my body against hers harder as I pressed my lips against her neck.
"Do you like that?" I whispered in her ear as I pressed my knee between her legs and pushed it up against her panties. She pushed back against me when I touched her core. She mumbled something unrecognizable to me and I turned her around and kissed her soft lips. I find that I really like kissing Rachel Berry, I like the way she tries to dominate me, how she wraps her hands around my neck, and toys with my ears.
"You don't have to be so gentle with me." She said placing my hand on her ass. "I sort of like when you try and dominate me." I sucked on the spot right below her ear, leaving a reddish and purple hickey.
"Try?" I questioned. Lifted her body up on my dresser and using her thighs to pull her closer to me. "I want this off." I told her as I pulled her straps down and kissed her shoulder.
"Take it off then." She dared me.
A knock on the door interrupted us and I groaned. "Mother fucker." I muttered. "Um…yeah, who is it?" I said stepping back so that Rachel could get down from my dresser and fix her dress.
"Oh it's just Hiram; your mom needs help with something." He said from the other side of the door.
"You can…uh…" I looked at Rachel who gave me a thumbs up. "You can come in." He opened the door before I even finished the sentence. He looked at his daughter first before smiling.
"I'm sure this dinner party is a real bore for you both." He said. "Just about an hour more baby doll, then we'll go home."
"Sounds good dad." Rachel said with a smile. "Let's go downstairs."
"Yeah…" When Hiram turned his back, I smacked Rachel's butt causing her to yelp. "Let's go."
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Rachel's POV
"Quinnie and Sammy sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G." Santana taunted. I tried not to laugh, but I couldn't help it. Quinn shoved Santana and she fell backwards into her seat. "Violence is not the answer." Santana said with a smile.
"Leave Quinn alone." Mercedes defended.
"I t-thought you and Puck were a t-thing." Tina said looking over at Quinn questioning eyes.
"We were and now I'm single. And I don't like anyone, so would you all shut up." Quinn said as she opened up her laptop. "Berry why aren't you being annoying? It's annoying me that you're not annoying me."
"I'm merely observing this spectacle from a distance." I said with a smile. "Besides this is a group project and I wouldn't want to take over anything, that'd be selfish."
"Okay quick someone call the cops so we can have this imposter arrested." Quinn said.
"Oh give it a rest Quinnifer. So what's our next song option?" Santana asked looking over Quinn's shoulder at the computer screen.
"Crazy in Love." She said. Just then I heard the door open and footsteps. I immediately looked up to see Finn and Mike walking towards us.
"Spies!" I yelled pointing towards them. Quinn slammed her computer shut and glared the two boys down.
"Relax ladies, just looking for…" Mike reached under a chair to grab his notebook. "This."
"We'll see you ladies later." Mike said with a smile. I waited for them to leave before I stood up and peered over Quinn's other shoulder. Santana and I shared a smile before returning our gazes to the screen.
"Why don't we just sing Happy Birthday?" Brittany asked from where she was laying on the floor. I looked over at her and saw a bright red hickey right on her pulse point.
"Nice hickey Brittany, where'd you get it?" I was curious and now so was everyone else in the room.
"I could ask you the same thing." Brittany said nodding towards me. Everyone's heads snapped towards me. Mercedes and Quinn jumped out of their seats and began poking and prodding at my neck.
"Well I'll be damned." Quinn said. "So who's the unlucky guy?" She asked.
"Sorry Quinn, but I don't kiss and tell." I took Quinn's laptop and opened it back up. "And now back to song selections." I said trying to get everyone to forget about it.
"Wait I'm not leaving here without a least a little gossip. Where'd you get your hickey Brittany? Did you hook up yesterday?" Mercedes asked the innocent looking blonde.
"First we have to define hooking up." Quinn said. "I mean there's kissing, groping, below the belt-."
"Just kissing and a lot of touching...I mean there was some under the shirt stuff." Brittany said with a smile.
"Britt, doll face come on, give us the deets. Who was it?" Santana asked.
"Charlie." Everyone in the room froze, including Quinn and Santana who turned to look at one another with their mouths practically on the floor.
"What?"
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