Yay another update! Get excited! My spacebar got fixed and for some reason I decided I needed to write 2 chapter in one day lol. So I hope y'all enjoy!
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As soon as Rachel had stormed out the door, she got in her car and drove to Santana's. She needed to dull the pain and the anger she was feeling. She knocked on the door and impatiently waited for Santana to open the door. As soon as it was open, Rachel stormed into the house, passed Santana and headed for the kitchen.
"Berry, what the hell are you doing?" Santana slammed the door and stormed after her.
"Are your parent's home?" Rachel asked as she rummaged through the cabinets in the kitchen.
"No, they forgot they had to do something with the Fabray's today." Santana said, trying to stop the brunette.
"Asses." Rachel snapped before walking out of the room.
"Yeah they are." Santana said as she followed Rachel out of the kitchen. "Where are you going? What are you looking for?"
Rachel marched right into Santana's room and dropped to the floor to look under the bed. "Damn." She said. Nothing was there.
"Berry!" Santana yelled but the other brunette who had moved onto the closet.
"Nothing." Rachel said to herself. She stood still for a second and looked around the room. She knew it had to be here somewhere. The hope chest at the foot of the bed caught her eye. "Of course." Rachel dropped to her knees and opened the chest. She started taking out the random crap that was in it.
"Seriously, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Santana snapped and she bent down to try and stop the diva.
Rachel ignored her and once she had emptied out the chest, she pulled out the false bottom without another thought and found what she was looking for. Bottles and bottles of vodka, rum, tequila and whiskey. "Yes." She said as she picked up a bottle of tequila and a couple shot glasses and walked out of the room to the kitchen. She still didn't say anything to Santana as she poured herself 2 shots and downed them without a second thought. It burned and she choked on it but she didn't care.
"Ok, stop." Santana said and she pulled the bottle and the shot glasses away. "First off how on earth did you figure out where the alcohol was?"
"Ever watch Buffy? She has a hope chest with a false bottom to hide her weapons and such from her mom." Rachel said trying to get the bottle back from the Latina.
"Weirdo. Second, what the hell is wrong with you?" Santana asked. Her phone started ringing so Rachel didn't have a chance to answer the question.
"Is it Quinn? Don't answer it." Rachel begged. Santana let it go to voicemail.
"What happened?" Santana pressed.
"I don't know. My dad's were talking to me about the cutting and I just felt so trapped. I felt like they were all judging me and I snapped at them and left." Rachel said finally managing to get the alcohol back. She poured another shot and downed it.
"Where does Quinn fit into this?" Santana asked. She took a shot as well.
"I'm not actually sure. She was just there I guess. She kind of got yelled at as well." Rachel took another shot. She was getting lightheaded fast. She didn't care though and she downed another shot.
"Ok, you have had enough." Santana took the bottle away again.
"But…" Rachel started.
"No, trust me that is enough to get you drunk. It will hit you soon. No more." Santana said and she put the alcohol back in her room.
"Fine. Fuck you." Rachel snapped.
"See it's already hit you because I know you aren't stupid enough to say that to me." Santana smiled when she returned. "Now what do you want to do?"
"Punch a wall." Rachel replied.
"Yeah that's not gonna happen. What else?" Santana said.
"Uh, can we dance and sing?" Rachel asked. She really wanted to sing.
"I would say no, but I can tell you are pretty much drunk and I know you aren't gonna listen. So go ahead. Stereo is over there." Santana said sounding bored. Rachel didn't care though. She was feeling very happy and wanting to dance. She flipped the radio to the local pop station and sang at the top of her lungs to Lady Gaga. After Gaga she sang to Kesha and Katy Perry.
"Never would have pegged you for loving this kind of music." Santana sat on the couch and watched the girl dance around.
"I like it all except I think Kesha is a moron." Rachel slurred. She was completely drunk now that the alcohol was making its way through her system.
"Hey I'm gonna call Quinn back. Turn the music down." Santana said, pulling out her phone.
"Please don't tell her I'm here." Rachel said as she turned the music down.
"I won't. Chill out." Santana said putting her phone on speaker so Rachel could hear too.
"Santana, is she with you? Have you heard from her?" Quinn answered without saying hello.
"Sorry, Q, haven't heard from her. You know she will come home eventually. Just let her be for now. What happened?" Santana answered.
"I don't even know. Her dads were asking her about the cutting and she flipped out and left and now we can't find her. I have looked all over town. I've talked to every member of the Glee club. No one has heard from her or seen her. I don't know what to do." Quinn's voice broke and she started sobbing. The sound killed Rachel. She was beginning to feel awful about what she was doing
"Quinn, listen to me. I need you to go home and lay down. My niece can't handle this stress. If I hear from her I will let you know and then we can go from there, ok?" Santana asked.
"S, I can't just stop looking for her." Quinn argued.
"Quinn, go. Now." Santana commanded. Rachel knew Quinn wouldn't argue with Santana for long.
"Ok, S. Please call me if you hear from her." Quinn said.
"I will. Calm down, ok? She is ok." Santana said. "I will talk to you later."
Santana hung up the phone and Rachel immediately turned the music back on.
"Santana dance with me." Rachel slurred as she grabbed the Latina by the wrists and tried to pulled her off the couch.
"Yeah, that really isn't going to happen." Santana kept her seat.
"All eyes of me in the center of the ring just like a circus." Rachel sang loudly. "I love Britney Spears."
"Yeah, I get that. Everyone on the block gets that." Santana laughed.
"Why won't you sing with me?" Rachel asked.
"Because I'm not drunk and don't feel the need to look like an idiot." Santana smirked.
"I am not an idiot. I am awesome. I am the star of the Glee club and I have the hottest girlfriend in the school." Rachel slurred. "Actually scratch that, I have the hottest girlfriend in the world."
"Uh huh." Santana said sounding completely bored with the conversation. "Look, Berry can you go back to dancing around like an idiot? It was amusing me."
"I am not an idiot." Rachel slurred again but she went back to singing and dancing anyway. 45 minutes later she was beyond happy. She loved alcohol. Then she heard a knock at the door. Santana got up to answer it but Rachel literally ran to the door to get there first. She threw open the door.
"Quinn!" Rachel squealed and she through her arms around Quinn before pulling away. "I missed you so much. Where have you been?"
Quinn stepped back before turning to Santana.
"You got her drunk? Are you serious?" Quinn yelled at Santana. Rachel snuck back into Santana's room and got the tequila back.
The Latina just sat on the couch smirking.
"Santana!" Quinn yelled again.
"Sorry, Q. She wanted to drink." Santana laughed.
"Unbelievable." Rachel heard Quinn mutter as she poured herself another shot and downed it.
"Berry, I thought I took that away from you!" Santana yelled as she grabbed the bottle again. This time she placed it in the highest cabinet. "No more!"
"Fine." Rachel pouted.
"Whatever, Berry." Santana said.
"I can't believe you let her get drunk. Are you insane?" Quinn continued to yell at Santana.
"She did not let me get drunk. I did it myself." Rachel slurred and stumbled as she walked towards the couch.
"Santana, why?" Quinn pressed.
"Look she came over here, pushed herself inside the door and went rummaging through my cabinets. Then she went to my room and found my alcohol." Santana crossed her arms across her chest.
"She found the alcohol hidden under the false bottom of your hope chest all by herself?" Quinn asked incredulously.
"She did!" Santana protested. "She said she learned it from that stupid vampire slayer. What's her name? Buffy. That's it. Something about Buffy having a hope chest with a false bottom." Santana said. Then she turned and walked over to the couch and sat down. "I think she is funny when she is drunk."
"I don't. She is going to get into so much trouble." Quinn said.
"Then stay here." Santana said. "My parents are out with yours today."
"Did you ever know that you're my heeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrooooo?" Rachel sang causing Santana to break down into a fit of laughter.
"We have to sober her up. Go make her some coffee, Santana." Quinn said as she sat down next to the Latina.
"I'm not drunk." Rachel slurred. She laid down on the couch, with her head in Quinn's lap and listened to the conversation going on before her. She knew the other 2 thought she fell asleep.
"You know that coffee doesn't actually sober you up. Go give her a shower instead." Santana snapped, not getting up from the couch.
"I-uh…" Quinn stammered. "We haven't actually, I mean I haven't seen her, we've never…"
"You haven't fucked her?" Santana gaped.
"Santana!" Quinn yelled.
"What?" Santana asked innocently. "You 2 have been together for like 7 months and you haven't done anything? How do you know she is any good?"
"I mean we haven't…together but she has…to me. She is good. Trust me." Quinn felt her cheeks turn red.
"Why are you waiting?" Santana asked.
"Well when we first got together, we were, um, hot and heavy, but Rachel is a virgin and she was scared so we decided to wait until our hearts caught up with our hormones. We were supposed to do it yesterday after Regional's but after my dad beat me up; we decided to postpone it until this Saturday." Quinn finished and she started running her fingers through Rachel's hair.
"I think that's great, Q, I really do." Santana smiled.
"But?" Quinn asked.
"I can't believe you have gone that long without sleeping with her. I mean we used to have sex like every day." Santana laughed.
"Stop." Quinn said.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I think it's good. I personally don't think I could do it. I personally love sex too much. Although to be fair, I also personally know how much you love sex. I know personally have loud you have yelled 'Fuck me' when we had sex." Santana kept laughing.
"Ok, we are done with this conversation." Quinn said.
"Ok, Q, I really am sorry. Seriously. I think it's great you love her so much." Santana said sincerely.
"Ok." Quinn said. Rachel could feel the blonde shift a little so she could place her hand on her pregnant stomach. Rachel knew she was trying to feel her daughter.
"Are you nervous?" Santana asked.
"Yeah." Quinn answered.
"Do you think Rachel is ready for this?" Santana asked.
"I hope so. It isn't something she asked for. I think she will be great at it though." Quinn answered.
"Yeah she probably will be. Think of any names?" Santana asked.
"Well Puck wants Elizabeth and Rachel wants Kristin. So I don't know." Quinn replied.
"I want to be a mom." Rachel said.
"Wow, a little slow on the uptake aren't we, Berry?" Santana said.
"Shut it, Santana." Rachel slurred again.
"I'm gonna let that one slide since you are trashed, but don't say it again." Santana tried to sound tough but it just wasn't working.
"Whatever." Rachel said.
"How am I going to sober her up? We are supposed to go shopping with her dad's today." Quinn asked.
"I don't know. She had a lot to drink. I don't think she is sobering up anytime soon. Maybe you should reschedule with them. Go shopping next Sunday. You know, after you take their daughters innocence." Santana smirked again. "Although after what you told me, she doesn't sound so innocent."
"Yeah maybe I will do that." Quinn said, choosing to ignore Santana's comment. "Sweetie, sit up for a second so I can get my phone and call your dad's again." Rachel sat up for a second and felt the entire world spin. As soon as Quinn stood up, Rachel collapsed again.
"You ok, Berry?" Santana asked.
"Spinning." Rachel said. Quinn returned to the couch and Rachel lifted her head back up a little so her girlfriend could sit down, then she placed her head back into Quinn's lap.
"Hey Hiram." Quinn said into the phone. "If it's ok with you guys, we are going to hang out with Santana for the rest of the afternoon. Do you think it's ok for us to go shopping next Sunday instead?" Quinn paused for a few seconds. "Ok, thanks so much. We will be home later. Bye." Quinn hung up. "We are good."
"Good. Now what are we going to do?" Santana asked.
"Well, something that involves sitting on the couch most likely since I'm slightly on bed rest and my girlfriend is about to pass out." Quinn said.
"Movie it is then. How about House of Wax?" Santana said, getting off the couch and putting the DVD in.
"Do I get a say?" Quinn asked.
"Nope." Santana sat back down and the movie started playing.
"But that movie is horrible." Quinn said.
"Yeah, but you get to watch Paris Hilton die. Always a plus." Santana lauged.
Rachel tried to stay away for the movie, but she could feel the alcohol in her system making her sleepy. She felt everything go black within 20 minutes as she drifted off to sleep.