Hello again! I'm so sorry it has taking me so long to update. I have been dealing with lots of life stuff as well as spending time with my beautiful girlfriend. Sorry this chapter is so short guys, but I figured I should get something up. Enjoy.
Thanks to PatchesOfInk for everything you do for me everyday. You are the bestest friend I could ever ask for. Thanks for proofing this chapter as well! :)
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"Q, it's time to wake up." Quinn heard Santana's voice fill her ears.
"What?" Quinn asked trying to focus on Santana's voice.
"You and your girl toy fell asleep on my couch. My parents are going to be home soon and they can't know Rachel is drunk."
"Right. Okay." Quinn tried to get her brain to focus. Everything was fuzzy. She tried to move but realized Rachel was laying on top of her. "Rachel, sweetie, wake up." Quinn shook the tiny brunette slightly.
"No." Rachel said.
"You need to wake up, sweetie. We have to go home." Quinn tried again.
"No." Rachel said again.
"Berry, get your ass up." Santana snapped.
"Ow." Rachel covered her ears with her hands.
"Santana, you got her drunk, so don't yell at her." Quinn said. Santana rolled her eyes and walked out of the living room. "Rachel, honey, sit up." The brunette did as she was told, looking like she was going to throw up.
"Everything is spinning." Rachel said as she put her head in her hands.
"I know. That's what you get when you down shot after shot. We've been asleep for a couple of hours so most of it should already be through your system. Unfortunately now you get the hangover part of it. Let's get you home so you can get into bed and go to sleep." Quinn said, brushing Rachel's hair out of her eyes."
"Seriously? The two of you are still lying on the couch. What part of get your asses up and go home do you not get? My parents are on their way home. They will kill the 3 of us. Now go." Santana yelled.
"Ow!" Rachel yelled back.
"Sorry, Berry." Santana apologized.
"Don't worry, S, we're going. We have a lot to talk about anyway. Come on, Rach. Thanks for the alcohol, Santana." Quinn rolled her eyes as she helped Rachel up and out to the car.
The drive back to the Berry household was quiet. Neither girl said a word. Quinn knew the motion of the car was making her girlfriend feel sick, so she didn't try and make her talk. They had all night to talk. Quinn took Rachel up to their room after the short car ride. Quinn paused to tell Rachel's dads that she would be right back down and continued up the stairs with the tiny brunette.
"Come on, sweetie. Change into your pajamas." Quinn handed shorts and a tank top to the smaller girl. "While you're at it, why don't you go brush your teeth?" Quinn watched as Rachel stumbled into the bathroom, returning ten minutes later changed and ready for bed.
"Alright, come on, climb into bed." Quinn tucked her girlfriend in, kissing her softly on the forehead. "I love you, Rachel."
Rachel just moaned in response and Quinn knew the girl had already drifted off to dreamland. She flipped off the light and headed back downstairs.
"Is she ok?" LeRoy asked.
"Yeah. Apparently after she got mad at us, she went to Santana's and hijacked her alcohol." Quinn said, sitting down on the couch.
"Thank you for going to get her." Hiram said.
"How badly are you going to punish her for this?" Quinn asked.
"Is she feeling hung-over?" LeRoy asked. Quinn nodded. "Well, then I think due to the circumstances, we won't punish her. This is the last time we will be lenient about you guys drinking though. Next time will not be as pleasant. Do you understand me, Quinn?"
"Yes sir. If you don't mind, I'm going to go take a shower and keep Rachel company. My guess is that we are in for a long night. Goodnight." Quinn kissed each man on the cheek before heading upstairs to her girlfriend.
Quinn stood in the doorway of their bedroom just looking at her girl. Even drunk, Rachel was gorgeous. Quinn absentmindedly placed her hands on her protruding stomach. The blonde smiled and walked into the bedroom. She grabbed shorts and a t-shirt out of the dresser and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
20 minutes later the blonde emerged with a towel wrapped around her head to dry her hair. She stopped in the doorway again to look at her girlfriend. She smiled once more and walked over to the bed and climbed in.
"Quinn?" Rachel asked groggily.
"Sorry, sweetie, I didn't mean to wake you up. Go back to sleep." Quinn snuggled up to her girlfriend.
"I'm really sorry for storming out earlier. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you. You didn't do anything." Rachel said.
"It's ok, Rach. I'm just glad you're safe. You scared me when I couldn't find you." Quinn looked the brunette in the eyes.
"My head hurts."
"I'll bet. Why Santana's?" Quinn asked.
"I knew she would have massive amounts of alcohol. I wanted to make everything stop and I figured that getting drunk would do that." Rachel admitted.
"Don't do that again, ok?" Quinn asked.
"I won't, baby." Rachel smiled.
"Good. Now let's get some sleep, ok? You'll feel better tomorrow." Quinn snuggled up against her girlfriend more and wrapped her arms around Rachel as best she could, before drifting off to sleep.