Chapter 36 - Dealing with Frustrations
Quinn walked into the house, tossing her purse on the couch and dropping her keys in the dish next to the door. It had been a long day at the art gallery. She and Mike were, thankfully, able to meet with the art dealer and smooth out potential misunderstandings. But now she was just happy to be home.
For once, she was grateful Jaxon wasn't there. She loved her son beyond belief, but tonight she didn't have the energy that she usually needed to have when it came to the bouncy little boy.
Walking into the kitchen, she took a tall glass from the cupboard and filled it with ice water. Los Angeles had been particularly hot that day, and the blonde desperately needed something to cool herself down. Glass in hand, she climbed the stairs to her and Rachel's bedroom, stopping on the landing to switch on the air conditioning, hoping it would quickly do its job.
Once in the bedroom, she pulled off her clothes, tossing them in the laundry hamper before going through her bedtime routine. She slid into bed and grabbed the current novel she had been reading from off the nightstand and leaned back against the fluffy pillows and began to read.
After a while, she realized reading this particular book wasn't having the desired effect of relaxation… quite the opposite really. She knew it had been a bad idea to read an intimate romance when Rachel wasn't close within reach. It was bound to just make her sexually frustrated.
And the heat of the house wasn't helping.
Quinn set her book aside and stood up, walking over and opening the window, checking to see if there was the slightest breeze to help cool her down. Her heart sank when she realized there was none. With a groan she pushed away from the ledge and looked around the bedroom. She went over to the door and flipped the switches that turned the two ceiling fans on and sighed in relief at the much-welcomed breeze hitting her overheated skin. It was a small breeze, but it was better than nothing.
She sat back down on the bed, taking a drink from the glass of ice water on her nightstand. Hearing the clink of the ice gave her an idea. She reached into the glass and coaxed one of the ice cubes out, desperate for any kind of relief from the ridiculous heat.
She set the glass back on the nightstand and leaned back against the pillows, feeling the ice already melting on her fingers. Sighing, Quinn closed her eyes, bringing the ice cube to her neck and feeling it melt against her skin. The water dripped down, leaving a wet trail on her skin and tank top.
The beep of her phone pulled her focus away from the heat. She reached over and grabbed her phone from off the nightstand and saw she had a text from her girlfriend. Smiling, the blonde opened the message. Her grin slowly faded as she looked at the picture of Rachel and Jaxon, obviously on stage at the diva's concert. But what caught her attention was the thousands of cheering people in the background.
She sighed. She wasn't really happy about Rachel exposing their son to the limelight so much. She knew that Rachel was beyond famous and her fans wanted to know everything about her but… Jaxon was still only a little boy and there was a lot of crap out in the world that could hurt him.
Moments later, the phone in her hand began to ring. The sexy smile on her girlfriend's face lighting up the screen.
Quinn smiled, but it quickly faded. She and Rachel needed to discuss how much they should allow the public to interact with their son.
"Hey, babe," she greeted, answering the phone.
"Hi, Quinn!" The blonde could easily hear the excitement in the singer's voice. "Did you get the photo?"
Quinn blew out a deep breath. "Yes, I did. Rach, I don't think it's such a good idea exposing Jaxon so much."
"What do you mean?" Rachel asked as she checked to make sure the door was closed to the extra bedroom in the hotel suite so her voice wouldn't wake up her mother or Jaxon.
"Well… I know you're proud of him and excited to show him off but… will you at least talk to me before you do it?"
There was a pause, then Rachel said, "I'm sorry, babe. He did enjoy it though."
Quinn chuckled, picturing the bright face of her son in the photo Rachel had sent. "I can see that. Just be careful… please, Rachel."
"I will, Quinn. I promise to be more careful with him." After a brief pause, she asked, "How were your meetings?"
Quinn grabbed another ice cube from her glass, sliding it across the warm skin of her collarbone. "It went fine. He just misunderstood the wording in his contract, but Mike explained it more clearly and he was fine."
She could imagine the brunette smiling. "That's good… but I still wish you wouldn't have had to go back to LA. I miss you so much, baby."
"Really?" Quinn asked, a sly smile spreading across her face. "What do you miss about me?"
Rachel could clearly hear the teasing huskiness in her girlfriend's voice. She grinned, leaning back against the countertop of the small kitchen area. "Well… where should I start? How about - I miss your smile, and how I can tell exactly what you are thinking just by the curve of your lips. Your mesmerizing eyes, the way they change colors based on your mood. When you're happy and playful, they are the brightest green. When you are sad, they fade to brown. And when you are in the mood, they blow toward black - I have to admit, that might be my favorite," she laughed and could hear Quinn giggle across the phone line. "I miss your soft hands in mine and how just your touch can calm me or rile me up. Your soft golden hair, the way it's choppy and sexy as all hell. Your just-been-fucked messy hair is to die for," she moaned. "Your laugh always relaxes me and reminds me I'm home. Your lips and how they caress every part of my body. I miss everything about you, Quinn."
Quinn's heartbeat was rapidly speeding up at her lover's words. She licked her lips, taking another ice cube from her glass. "I miss your body next to mine," she whispered, her breath heavy. "Our bed feels so empty without you. I'm lonely and I'm hot, Rach. The temperature here is so unreal and I tried reading to distract myself from it but… the story just got me hot in other ways."
Rachel's eyebrow rose, intrigued. "Oh? And what way was that? I'd surely love to hear," her voice dipped a few octaves.
"Well, I was just getting the best part of the story… the part where the sexy brunette heroine devours her lover, taking the innocent girl in the throes of passion," she husked, smiling at the gasp she heard from the diva. She loved riling up her lover. "But then I had to stop reading."
"O-Oh? Why…" Rachel's voice squeaked and she had to clear her throat. "Why was that?"
"The heat in our bedroom became unbearable," she said, then gasped when the slippery ice cube escaped from her fingers and dropped down into her shirt.
"What are you doing?" the brunette asked curiously, quickly grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge and heading toward the master bedroom, closing the door behind her.
"It's seriously so hot in here, babe. I'm trying to cool myself down."
Wild… and kinky… thoughts flowed through Rachel's mind and she bit her bottom lip. "A-And just how are you doing that?"
"Ice cubes," Quinn told her, pulling the cold cube out from between her breasts.
Now Rachel's vivid brain exploded with images. "Care to explain just what you're doing with them?" her voice squeaked again as she sat down on the bed.
"I'm sliding them across my skin, trying to cool myself down. But they're melting too quickly. One just slipped out of my fingers and down my shirt."
"Shit," the singer whispered, able to visualize it clearly. "What are you wearing?"
It was a clichéd line, and they both knew it… but it was a classic for a reason.
Quinn glanced down at her red tank top and the black lace panties Rachel had given her as a present a few weeks before they left on tour. It was too damn hot to wear her usual pajamas, and what did it matter if she was walking around the house in barely any clothes, especially when she was alone? "I'm lying on our bed in a red tank and those black panties you gave me a few weeks ago." She tried to make her voice sound husky and alluring, but the heat was too much and she just ended up sounding breathless.
Rachel swallowed hard. "The lacy ones… the ones that are only held together by tiny strings on the sides?"
"Those are the ones. What are you wearing?" she asked.
"My black exercise pants and a black sports bra. I just got back from a late night workout," Rachel told her.
The images flashing through Quinn's mind were anything but sweet. She knew exactly what Rachel looked like in those clothes, and what she looked like covered in sweat after a good workout. Her palms began to sweat even more than they already were. She could picture the exercise pants hanging low on the brunette's hips, the lines of her toned stomach, the V-cut of her hips and the defined six-pack of her abs. There were a lot of people who didn't like the look of a woman with a six-pack, but Quinn sure as hell wasn't one of them! She loved running her tongue over Rachel's muscles, feeling them flex under her. Just the thought sent shivers through her body.
"I bet our bed is so very comfortable for you," Rachel said, breaking Quinn out of her dirty thoughts.
She relaxed more into her pillows, feeling the mattress and sheets hug around her body. "You're right, it is pretty comfy."
"And I bet it looks even better with you in it… half naked," Rachel began, her voice deep as she slowly painted a visual picture for her lover. "I know you want me there with you. You wish I was there next to you on our bed, my fingers slowly caressing your hot skin. Kissing you exactly where I know you love to be kissed."
"Mmmm, Rachel…" Quinn moaned softly, closing her eyes.
"I want to hold you, Quinn. I want to see every part of you. Kiss every part of you. Lick every part of you. I want to be inside you. Giving you pleasure. Watching your body move with mine. Joining with you and knowing there is no way I could be any physically closer to you." Rachel's voice was pure sex in Quinn's ears. "I want to hear you moan, Quinn. I want to hear you scream my name. I want you to come undone completely and utterly just for me."
"Fuck, Rach," Quinn whispered, feeling her panties quickly drench from her warm, wet core. "I need you so badly. I want to kiss you. I want to surrender myself to you. I want to press myself close to you, so every inch of our bodies touch. I want to wrap myself around you and just… Fuck, Rachel, I need you!"
Proud of herself for being able to elicit those sounds from her girlfriend, Rachel smiled. "Put your phone on speaker and lay it next to you, baby, on my pillow. You're going to need both hands for this. Get comfortable."
Quinn grinned, ready and very willing to fall under her gorgeous lover's spell.
Rachel licked her lips, slipping out of her pants. "I want you to close your eyes and imagine me lying next to you. My lips brush against your soft cheek, barely touching your skin, but it sends chills up your spine. My hand slowly trails up your leg, over your hip and up to your breast. Then back down again, just as slow. I'm kissing your neck and whispering in your ear just how beautiful and sexy you are. I can't take my eyes off you, Quinn, I can't stop touching you."
When Rachel stopped talking, Quinn asked in a desperate whisper, "Now what?"
"Where are your hands?"
"On my stomach," she answered honestly.
"Take one hand and slide it under your tank top, up to your breast, as if it was my hand. Take the other and move it over your thigh, gently touching and running your fingers over your hot, sweaty skin. Imagine my fingers touching you. Reach up and take your nipple between two fingers, pinch and twist lightly. My breath is on your neck. I trail kisses down your throat as I slowly pull your top up to reveal your full breasts."
Quinn felt her heartbeat increase and wondered if Rachel could hear it over the phone.
"I lower my mouth, closing my lips around your aching nipple, my hand running over your thigh, slowly widening your legs. I want to feel you, Quinn."
The blonde felt her legs open of their own accord, desperately wanting the sensual touch her lover was promising her. "Rachel," she begged.
"Does it feel good?" the singer asked.
"Yes." Quinn was breathless, her fingers already working over to the hem of her panties.
"Good. Now, I'm slowly sliding my hand down your hip and inching over to your core. Are you wet, Quinn? Are you wet for me?"
"Yes." She didn't want to go ahead of Rachel's words, but she didn't know if she could wait any longer. "Yes, I'm so wet. Oh, I wish you were here to touch me, Rach."
Rachel smiled and continued, "Now I start to tease you through the lace of your panties with just enough pressure that you can feel my touch, but not enough to satisfy you. I slip beneath your panties, slowly letting one finger slide through your wet heat. I groan into your ear, marveling at how wet you are just for me. And I can't hold out another second, so I slip my finger inside you." When she heard Quinn groan, Rachel couldn't wait another second. She shed her bra and boxers and slipped into the bed, her hand slowly massaging her hardening cock. "I'm pumping my finger in and out of you slowly, just the way you like it. My thumb rubs against your clit, making you moan out my name."
"Oh, Rachel," the blonde sighed, her finger wet as she moved it in and out of herself, imagining her lover's warm touch inside her.
"I slip out of you and begin to rub quick circles on your clit, pressing hard against you until you beg me to let you cum. But just as I feel you about to reach your peak, I stop and pull my hand out of your panties."
Quinn's whimper told her that the blonde had stopped her actions when she said, and the diva smiled.
Quinn was already wound up tight and they had just barely started. She hated that she was so addicted to sex with Rachel. "Please, baby," she begged. "Please let me cum." Her fists clenched to her sides.
"Not yet. I want to keep going. I stare deeply into your eyes as I bring my soaked finger up to my mouth, between my lips, and lick your taste off. I close my eyes and groan at the deliciousness. You are heaven, Quinn. You always taste so good, so sweet. I then press my lips to yours, sharing your flavor."
The blonde swirled her finger in her mouth, moaning at the taste of herself on her tongue.
"I want you so badly, Quinn," Rachel moaned into the phone, her own hand movements speeding up as she used her precum to lubricate her erection.
"Take me, Rachel," she husked, her eyes closed tight, completely lost in her fantasy with her lover.
"I pull your tank top off and throw it off the bed. Then I slide my hands down your gorgeous body, Quinn. Oh how I love your body! I hook my fingers in your panties and slip them off your legs."
"Now what?" Quinn asked desperately, her breath heavy.
"Now I lower my head between your thighs, my tongue darting out to taste you fully. My hands grip your firm hips to keep you still while I kiss and suck and lick at your core, bringing you closer to the edge than last time."
"I'm almost there, Rach!" Quinn called out, her hands furiously rubbing her swollen sex as her hips began to buck.
"But then I stop and pull back."
Quinn's eyes fly open. "No! Rachel, no!" she cried out in frustration. Why was her lover doing this to her?!
"But, baby, I need to be inside you," Rachel murmured lowly. "I need to feel you squeezing me tight, hugging me with your hot wet pussy. I need to be fully connected with you. Please, baby."
Quinn nodded even knowing the brunette couldn't see her. "Yes… Yes, Rachel… I need you inside me too. Now."
Rachel bobbed her head up and down in agreement. "I hover over you, gazing down into your beautiful eyes. You make me so crazy, Quinn, and I can't wait another second. I line myself up with your tight opening and with one hard push, I enter you all the way. I'm so deep inside you, Quinn. You feel unbelieveable! How do you feel, baby? How do I feel to you?"
Quinn's hips bucked frantically, meeting each of her thrusts. Rachel said she was deep inside, so Quinn was slamming three fingers as deep as she could go. She always felt so whole when Rachel was inside her. And she knew subconsciously that her lover was thousands of miles away and it was only her own fingers inside her, but with hearing Rachel panting and moaning on the other side of the phone, Quinn still felt connected to her. "I'm so full, Rachel! You feel so good… I need to kiss you! Please!"
"I need to kiss you too, baby," the brunette husked. "I'm pounding into you so hard, Quinn. I can hear you grunting from the force I'm using, but I just need to have you… all of you. My hands palm your breasts… then I pinch your nipples and pull them. You cry out in pleasure just as I crash my lips to yours, swallowing every sound you make. I thrust my tongue into your mouth and moan when I taste you. You make me so hot, Quinn. Your hands are in my hair, pulling as hard as you can, trying to anchor yourself as unbelievable pleasure rolls through your body."
"Yes, Rachel! Please… Faster! I need you to go faster!"
Rachel's breathing was heavy and labored. She knew Quinn was close. "Cum for me, baby! I need to hear you! I need to know you're mine!"
The pleasure was just too much for Quinn. She curled her fingers inside her body, pressing down on the engorged sponge-like patch… and pinched her nipple with her other hand… causing her to shoot over the edge of ecstasy and cry out her release loudly over the phone.
The sound of her girlfriend's orgasm triggered Rachel's own and she followed closely behind, picturing Quinn's expression of unbridled passion as her body exploded.
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"Tweets and pics from last night's New Directions concert have been dominating every social networking website for the past 24 hours! Lead singer, Rachel Berry surprised their fans by bringing her 3 year old son, Jaxon, on stage along with her mother, Dr. Shelby Corcoran. Then the three brunettes mesmerized fans by singing a bedtime lullaby together, causing the 10,000 people attending the concert to fall into silence. "It was remarkable!" one fan wrote on her Tumblr page along with the video she recorded of the event. "Completely amazing!" was written by several fans, all expressing their gratitude at witnessing this soft side of the famous diva.
"An editor at Rolling Stones magazine, who happened to be attending the performance, commented in his article today, "This was by far the best concert I have ever personally attended. Not only did Rachel Berry introduce us to her adorable little boy and her beautiful mother, but throughout the remainder of the concert, the four other band members shared their own personal stories and showed us a glimpse into their private lives. I have never felt more connected to an artist than I do to New Directions."
"The band continues their nationwide tour and we have a feeling all their fans are hoping to see this rare side of the group progress throughout the rest of their performances. What fan doesn't want to know their idol's true personality and feel a unique connection?"
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It had been a week since Jaxon returned home from the music tour. And to say he was giving Quinn a hard time, would be drastically understating the situation. The 'terrible twos' were raging strong in the small 3 year old and the blonde mother was almost at her wit's end.
The little boy fought her every night before bedtime, refusing to go to sleep until his Mom 'Chel sang to him. And on the nights when Rachel was performing and wasn't available to fulfill Jaxon's nightly request, he would scream and throw a tantrum until he fell over asleep from exhaustion.
He was also misbehaving for Santana on the days the Latina was available to watch him. He would stubbornly stand his ground and fight back with everything Santana would throw at him. It was a daily battle of wills.
Rachel talked to her son over Skype everyday, and when she heard about his behavior, she scolded him for his disrespectful actions and explained to him why he needed to be nicer to his mama and his aunt. But after the third day, Jaxon just started yelling and stomping his feet at the older brunette. Rachel felt terrible having to witness her son's flippant behavior through the computer screen and unable to be home to help Quinn through the situation. She could tell it was beginning to take a toll on the blonde when she noticed dark bags under Quinn's eyes and a general wariness in her body.
It was killing her that there was nothing she could do.
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Brittany was loving being able to dance in front of thousands of people. It was a high that was indescribable. She had became fast friends and molded easily with all the other dancers and she respected their choreographer. But she was so thankful that she was a quick learner, because she had mere days to learn all the routines for the thirteen songs they danced for. It called for long days, but in her opinion - totally worth it.
She was sad when Santana had to go back to Los Angeles, and she talked to her several times a day through phone calls or texts. It was hard being without her girlfriend, but at least she had Rachel.
The diva told Brittany about Quinn and Jaxon's current stand-off, and the dancer said that Santana had already told her and she felt at a loss of what to do about the whole situation. She tried to Skype Jaxon when he was with Santana, and was able to have some fun with him, helping him to smile again to hopefully create a small sliver of normalcy.
Several nights a week were spent in the diva's bus laughing and playing games. And like magic, wherever the ball of sunshine named Brittany S. Pierce was, that was automatically the hangout place for everyone.
Small parties erupted as the bus cruised down the freeway between cities. Loud music and dancing and drinking and just having a great time with all the guys, and Rachel, Brittany and Tina. Except for the night when all hell broke loose when Puck, Sam, Brittany and Jake got into a yelling match about which franchise was better - Marvel or DC Comics.
Of course, the copious amount of alcohol didn't help as Puck and Sam expressed - loudly - their reasons why DC Comics were best. But Brittany and Jake came right back with their defense of the Marvel superheroes. After thirty minutes of watching the debate, Rachel shook her head, giggling at her crazy friends and headed upstairs to bed.
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In Dallas, the band was surprised by a new visitor.
Rachel was getting ready for the show in her dressing room when a knock came at the door, followed by the door bursting open to reveal Charlie, grinning like a high teenager.
The young blonde had several days off work and Brittany had invited her to come see some shows. Of course there was no way Charlie Fabray would ever turn down that offer.
Rachel was thrilled to see her! They hugged and talked and giggled like old friends. Charlie was still in awe of Rachel and New Directions, but she was getting used to having such famous friends.
Watching the concert from the front row was incredible and seeing the multiple Grammy-winning band performing live on stage was way more than she ever expected.
The venue was absolutely huge, bigger than anywhere she'd ever been before. And naturally the music and the screams and cheers were louder.
And the crowd… they absolutely loved New Directions.
Throughout the whole show the fans chanted, yelled each band member's name, tried to get on stage - pure chaos, in other words. Their set list wasn't too long, the whole show lasted a little more than two hours, but it was in those hours where Charlie felt more alive than she had in a long time. When the crowd chanted along with Sam and Puck's guitars, trying to match their voices to the strings, chills ran down the young blonde's back. It was a feeling she tried her hardest to savor.
It was easy to tell that the band was having a blast up on stage. Jake kept shooting his bandmates funny looks from behind his drum set, trying to get the band to laugh and mess up. Blaine was especially a victim, being targeted by Jake multiple times. The guitar players also seemed to be having fun, running around from one side of the stage to the other, sometimes stepping very close to the crowd, which made the fans all reach out toward the stage frantically, desperate to get just one touch of their idol.
Along with their original songs, New Directions had decided to play a couple covers. The unique way they tweaked each original song was a huge hit with the fans.
And then it came to the point in the show when all the lights shut off, leaving the entire arena in darkness.
Rachel trotted off stage and grabbed her yellow guitar from one of the crew, throwing the strap over her shoulder. She quickly took a sip of her water bottle and stepped back out on the stage again. As soon as the single spotlight illuminated her standing in the middle of the stage, the crowd went insane.
She looked so calm and serene, almost like the thousands of individuals in front of her were nonexistent. She was lost in her own world as she strummed a few notes that sounded so powerful the whole venue nearly shook.
The brunette's melodic playing, even though Charlie had seen her do it many times before, still shocked the young blonde.
The famous singer's mind was like a nonstop freight train full of ideas. Each note she played was perfectly struck and sustained. It was like she was incapable of messing up, no matter what she was playing. Charlie just watched, awed along with the entire crowd, as Rachel moved her hands up and down, back and forth over the neck of her guitar.
Rachel then stopped for a quick moment before playing something that resembled an intro to a song more than anything, almost like she had it prepared. Then suddenly, Jake's drum began to pound, Sam and Puck's guitars kicked, and Blaine's fingers raced over the keyboard. The music exploded into the audience like an avalanche of energy.
Charlie knew this was a night she would forever remember.
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"Did you see that chick with her shirt off?!" Sam exclaimed to the group as they all sat around a table at an empty late night diner.
"Sam!" Tina kicked him under the table, causing him to bite his tongue on the wad of nachos he had just shoved into his mouth.
"No seriously!" Puck cut in. "That girl was hot! At least a D-cup."
"You guys are disgusting," Charlie curled her lip then sipped on her soda.
"Jake, you need to practice more with your metronome. You sped up too much in the middle of 'Collapse'," Blaine told the drummer as he grabbed a chip and submerged it into the salsa.
"Yeah, I noticed that, too," Puck added, ribbing his brother with his elbow.
Jake looked around the table at his bandmates, his expression full of fake offence. "Oh, no! What have I done?!" he wailed and threw his arms in the air. Rachel just rolled her eyes at the drummer's dramatics. "Don't tell me this! I don't think my delicate ego can handle it!" He then took a fork and made violent gestures at his throat. "For the sake of the band, I sacrifice myself with this utensil to the music gods!" Charlie giggled at his childishness. Jake then put the fork down and resumed his normal persona. "But yeah, I need to practice that part right after the second bridge; I know what you're talking about."
They all laughed at him. It was never a dull moment with this group of drama queens.
Sam struck up a conversation with Blaine while everyone else began discussing that night's concert stats. Puck slyly glanced over at Blaine, making sure he wasn't paying attention, and stealthily slipped something into the pianist's drink. Jake held in a huge grin, knowing full well what his brother was planning.
It was only a minute later when Blaine took a huge swig of his beer. The Puckerman brothers doubled over in laughter, pulling the attention of the entire table to them.
Rachel looked at the strange boys suspiciously, but after that earlier comment about the topless girl in the audience, she wasn't about to say anything to them for fear of hearing more crude commentary.
About fifteen minutes later when everyone was about finished with their food, Blaine started to feel a little awkward. He cleared his throat, like he was trying to free a piece of food that had gotten stuck. He began blinking his eyes rapidly, saying, "Hey, guys, I think we should get going, I don't think I can-" at that moment, he passed out and fell forward, his forehead smacking the table.
Puck and Jake couldn't contain themselves. They whooped and hollered with such hilarity as the sound echoed around the diner.
Kurt's mouth was hanging open in shock as he stared down at his out-cold boyfriend.
Rachel and Charlie shot out of their seats, also flabbergasted at the situation. That had never happened before and they were getting freaked.
"Holy shit! What the hell did you do to him?!" Tina questioned as she lifted Blaine's unconscious head to look at his face.
Through fits of laughter, Puck choked out, "It's okay… he'll be alright in a few seconds."
"You made him do that?!" Charlie exclaimed in bewilderment… but at the same time, extremely amused. Trying to keep from giggling for Tina's sake, she called to the waiter for the bill and he hurried over to the table.
Just at that moment, Blaine's eyes snapped open and his head shot up.
The three girls jumped back with a shriek, their hands covering their pounding hearts.
"Son of a-" Rachel yelled, her eyes blazing at Puck. "Noah! What the hell?!"
"What JewBabe?" the mohawked boy asked innocently.
Tina rolled her eyes at their childish antics and pulled Rachel toward the door, but not before throwing one last threat at the boys over her shoulder, "You are so dead, Puckerman!" They left the diner to get on their bus, expecting the guys to pick up the bill.
Jake and Puck launched into hysterics again.
Blaine blinked, confused as to what was going on. He just shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his beer. "You know, Jake, you need to practice more with your metronome. You sped up too much in the middle of 'Collapse'," he informed the drummer.
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A/N - This was just a filler chapter. More depth is coming soon! And some drama…