AN: I'm horrible! I know! I really had bad writers block. I couldn't tell you how many times I scrapped this chapter. I re-wrote this one like 5 times and I could never get it right, it just didn't seem to flow as freely as the last few. The worse part is I know how I want this story to go, how I want it to end but I have issues filling in the middle lol. Anyways, I'm terribly sorry! Thank you to anyone who keeps reading this. You truly are the best if you do.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, If I did, Faberry would have been end game. ;)
"So, do you plan on telling me what your little surprise is?" Quinn cuddled her drink close to her chest as her hazel orbs glanced around to the room full of other students.
As usual, the party was in full swing. A vast amount of different kids had shown up. Multiple jocks from different sports, a large variety of Cheerios and multiple other teenage girls. This particular Cheerio was leaned against the kitchen counter watching the large amount of kids making idiot decisions that only came with being drunk. A laugh brought her eyes back towards the smirking Latina. "Patience Q. It should show up soon."
Quinn just raised a single brow in response. She hadn't missed the way Santana had been constantly checking her phone. Normally she wouldn't clutch on to her device to tightly, it was just yet another strange notion that was Santana. It was nearing 10pm, there was no way any of them would be ready to leave any time soon, they barely arrived. Brittany simple giggled and leaned into their friend to whisper something into her ear. Quinn growled lowly to herself. She was being left out of this information, and she did not like it one bit. "Calm down! Any minute now." Santana smirked at their friend. She knew this was something Quinn might enjoy. She knew her friend could not stand being in the dark, that part was just fun on her part. The fiery cheerleader enjoyed torturing her friend a little bit, Quinn made it all too easy to do so.
As if summoned, in walked the tall footballer with a girl clutching against his arm. Quinn couldn't resist an eye roll. She should have guessed he somehow found himself some poor soul to drag to another boring party. This was most likely Puck's doing, hooking his 'bro' up with some poor girl who had no idea what she was truly in for. "It's show time." Santana whispered into Quinn's ear.
Quinn tilted her head in confusion. What was so special about Finn? He was being the sweet gentlemen as usual and helped the girl hanging off him out of her coat. He turned around and pressed his arm against the small of her back guiding her into the living room. Quinn froze. Her eyes immediately widened in surprise. There, stood with her ex-boyfriend was none other the girl who had been occupying her mind all night. "Surprise!" Santana beamed happily as she watched the look on Quinn's face.
The HBIC could hear the immediate mutters and whispers that echoed around her on the newest arrivals. Most eyes were on the new couple as they entered the building. It was a very unusual thing to see one of the biggest outcasts at this party. The girl in question looked extremely nervous as she glanced around to the different faces of most of her tormentors, some she knew, others she had the last idea of who they were. Chocolate orbs landed on widened hazel ones and locked. Quinn could hear Santana groan beside her.
Santana couldn't help but roll eyes to the very obvious scene that was playing out in front of her. "Oh God, here we go again."
Quinn broke contact and looked towards her friend, clearly confused by the comment. "What? I thought you were behind this." Quinn took a quick sip of her drink.
"I am. I have it all planned out actually, I just didn't expect her to eye-fuck you all night." Santana shook her head in disappointment.
Quinn choked on the liquid and began to cough uncontrollably. "W-What?" She sputtered between her hacking.
"Jesus Quinn. You good?" She patted her friend on the back awkwardly.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Quinn finally regained composure, and her voice. Brittany giggled beside them.
"Oh, come on! You totally seen her in the hallway, earlier didn't you? It was so fucking obvious she wants your nuts. Right Britt?"
Brittany nodded happily beside the two girls, but then tilted her head in confusion. "I thought you said that Berry wanted to ravish Quinn and eat her?"
A brilliant red blush flushed across Quinn's cheeks as she turned to face both girls head on. "What the fuck are you even talking about!?" She was yelling at this point.
Heads turned away from the newest arrivals and moved to the more interesting outburst that came from Quinn. She shrunk back into herself and sent a harsh glare to her two smirking friends.
"Relax, would you Q? It was a joke. Besides, you seemed a little down today. I figured you wanted to have some fun. I told dough boy there to ask Man Hands to the party. I wanted it to be a surprise." Santana grinned proudly at herself.
"Yeah! Santana totally did it for the collage!" Brittany happily chirped beside her.
"I said sabotage, Britt Britt." Santana gave their friend a soft smile and patted her on the arm.
Quinn was completely befuddled by this point. In all honesty, nothing else was even registering to her than the previous comments about Berry eye… humping her. The mere thought of it caused another flush of red to flood her cheeks.
Across the room Rachel clung to the taller boy for safety more than anything. She felt as if she was a piece of meat dragged into a lion's den. She was the easiest prey here and that mere thought alone caused her to shake. Of all the metaphors she could compare herself to, why meat? Silently she scolded herself, how could she have so foolishly said yes. She knew this would be a complete and utter disaster from the moment she got a text message from Finn. The diva had only agreed in a way to escape the thoughts of a certain cheerleader, which in hindsight was a mistake. The exact person she was trying to escape was staring back at her with bug eyes.
Rachel could not hide the irritation that settled in her chocolate orbs. Was it really all that strange that she should be invited to a party? Okay, maybe it was. But still. Finn invited her, he seemed to like her enough. Why couldn't the rest of these kids? Finn started to walk them towards the kitchen holding Rachel firmly against his side. She couldn't help as her gaze lingered around to the many others that continued to openly gawk at her. "What the fuck are you even talking about?" Came a screech from the direction they were heading.
She felt Finn freeze beside her and clutch her a little tighter into him. She glanced up towards him and swallowed thickly at the utter fear etched deeply in his features. This couldn't be good. She could easily pinpoint that voice. The voice that often held such anger and frustration directed at her. The taller boy glanced back down at the girl, he smiled softly. "Do you want a drink Rach?" She just nodded, not quite trusting her voice to say anything.
The new couple moved towards the kitchen. Tension was the only word you could describe, it lingered so thickly into the kitchen they were standing in. Not even the booming, loud music could drown out the silence that eerily vibrated in the air. Most of the other students awkwardly shifted out of the room slowly.
The girl in question who made it so awkward was glaring daggers at her two friends. Friends who seemed so unscathed by her murderous look. No one took notice to the brunette couple that entered. "Dude! What the fuck? I thought you were bringing Amy to the party! It took me forever to set that up!" None other than Noah Puckerman entered the kitchen, irritated that his best bro showed up with the biggest loser known to McKinley.
"Yeah, I know but Rach has never been to a party. I dunno, I thought it would be cool for her to come along." Finn smiled bashfully with his adorable little shrug.
"Whatever dude. Do who you want. If she brings down your status, don't whine to me about it." He glared at Finn before stalking off.
Rachel gulped. That cracking awkwardness seemed to thicken. It was as if she invisible in the room with them, they all looked over her existence. Now she knew it was really a bad idea for her to be here. "So, um. What do you want?" The gentle voice of Finn eased her out of her thoughts.
She looked towards him. "Anything is perfectly fine with me Finn. I must admit, this is my first time I have taken part of a party. The rules of this sort of social gathering are perplexing to me. I believe anything you devise will be more than satisfactory." She beamed at the taller boy.
She was met with complete silence and absolute bewilderment. Her smile faltered briefly. Her fathers have always scolded her on her vocabulary. In this day and age, people were just not accustomed to complex words, so they say. "God, Berry. Do you ever put a sock in it? I have barely had one drink and I can't deal with your vocabulary."
Rachel turned to the trio of girls. She did not expect the exasperated response from the head cheerleader. She had now turned towards the couple and shifted her murderous gaze right towards her. Rachel frowned a bit. "I apologize. How many drinks would you prefer to have before I begin the usage of my vocabulary?"
Santana began to roar in laughter. Quinn simply rolled her eyes in response. "How ever many San has had apparently. I think I need to catch up." She groaned before lifting her cup and downing the drink swiftly.
Finn had awkwardly placed the drink in front of the girl, which Rachel took willingly. He moved back away from to group to fetch himself a drink. Rachel brought the red cup hesitantly towards her lips and took her first sip. She immediately pulled back as her face twisted in absolute disgust. Santana began to cackle at the girl. She was getting her buzz on and it was showing. Everything Rachel seemed to do amused the fiery Latina. "Just chug it. It's not that hard." Quinn sighed.
Rachel's eyebrows rose in response. Quinn's hazel gaze stared her down, her usual hardened mask slipped over her features covering over her emotions. The small diva pursed her lips together and looked back down at the dark liquid in her red cup. Before she could think too immensely about it, she quaffed the drink down. What she had not taken into account was the burning sensation that tickled the back of her throat before she began to cough frantically. By this point, Santana was clutching her sides laughing so hard she nearly rolled on to the floor. The only thing stopping the Latina from falling to the ground was Brittany, clutching Santana as they both attempted to hold each other up in their fit laughter.
In the meantime, Rachel had been rasping for air as she continued to choke. Quinn shook her head and slide a water bottle she had beside her towards the dying girl. Rachel eagerly unscrewed the cap and downed the clear liquid. "Better?" Quinn asked.
The diva breathed deeply trying to gather much needed air back into her lungs. She nodded her head quickly.
"Oh my God, Rach are you okay!?" Finn came rushing back towards the diva. His arms immediately wrapped around the girl protectively. Her face was a little pale as she continued to breath heavily. Finn quickly turned to the blonde cheerleader standing in front of the diva. It wasn't hard to put two and two together. Quinn stood unnerved in front of the girl with her two friends howling in laughter behind her. "Whatever you did, that's not cool Quinn."
The blonde raised her perfectly sculpted brow dangerously. Was he really accusing her? "I didn't do anything Finnocence. It's not my fault she can't handle her liquor." She scoffed at the boy. "I'm not her babysitter, so you better watch her." She quickly turned around and reached for a wine cooler before exiting the room to mingle.
"Really, Finn, I'm okay. I promise. For once she really didn't do anything. I was choking on my drink." Rachel had been trying to ease the boy.
His brows were wrinkled in concern. He didn't know if she was really telling the truth or she was simply scared of admitting Quinn was being cruel again. Why did it matter anyways? This whole thing was just some cruel joke that Quinn had planned up. Yes, he did agree to go along with it. He didn't even like the girl that Quinn and her friends had targeted, but the guilt was starting to eat away at him. At least when he bullied others, he just threw them into a dumpster or laughed when they got slushed. Nothing like this. "Okay." He sighed in defeat. "Do you want another drink?"
Quinn was finding it harder to enjoy the Friday night party, she kept looking back towards the shorter diva with her abnormally tall ex-boyfriend. Thoughts about Rachel Berry were still very much plaguing her mind. "Sup, Q? Did I tell ya that you're liking finneee today. You got a just fucked vibe going on. I'm diggin' it." Puck slid into the seat next to the girl. His arm wrapped suggestively across her shoulder. He was trying to purr in her ear, he was mostly eating and spitting out her blonde locks.
"What do you want Puck?" Quinn exasperated. She was getting annoyed quickly. She had not had nearly enough drinks for the wandering hands of Puckerman.
"Woah. I'm just being friendly. 'Sides, I wanted to see if you knew anything about my boy Finn with that girl." He gestured towards the awkward couple that seemed to only talk with each other.
"What of it?" Quinn watched the couple closely.
"Are you okay with your ex downgrading to that?"
Quinn turned sharply to look at the boy. Why did everyone ask her that? She didn't care who Finn's large hands pawed at anymore.
"Oh… I see. You really are jealous?" He wiggled his eyebrows at the cheerleader.
"Fuck off Puckerman, this doesn't concern you." Santana took that moment to appear to save her best friend. She knew the boy was extremely handsy, especially when he was drunk.
"Babe! Come on, there's more than enough of the Puckasaurus to go around. No need to fight." He smirked towards Santana.
"Isn't there some other girls you can go drool on?" Quinn retorted.
Puck clutched his chest in feigned hurt. After a second, he smirked and shrugged it off before he got up and left the girls alone.
"Are you going to tell me the real reason you had him bring Rachel?" Quinn turned towards her friends. "Clearly it was not to laugh at her trying to get drunk." No, there was definitely more than Santana was letting on.
Santana just grinned in response. "Quinn, what is Fridays?"
Did she really just ask that? Quinn was already low on patience, it seemed like everyone wanted to test her limits today and she was wearing thin. Playing these little games everyone seemed so invested in was very tiresome to keep up with, especially when she was growing agitated with every waking moment. Maybe coming to this party was a bad idea tonight. She was not having a lick of fun that she normally would. "I don't know. Puck's parties?" She sighed in defeat.
Santana just laughed. "No. Berry does something very specific on Fridays. We know this because we sit in the gym and watch it every Monday." She was nudging the blonde towards the answer.
The blonde's lips slowly twitched into a smile at the thought. "Her My Space videos. But if she is here, she might not have one to upload come Monday." Now she was confused. Where was this leading?
"Well no shit Sherlock." Santana rolled her eyes. "But I figured we can get her drunk enough to get her password. B has a camera ready to catch her drunk and upload it to her channel. If that doesn't work, we also have an alternate account that she will never be able to get into. This way the whole school can see how much of a loser she really is." Her lips curled into a harsh smile.
Quinn couldn't help but chuckle in response. She had to admit, it was brilliant. "So, we just make sure the giant keeps feeding her drinks then." Santana nodded in agreement.
"Q, I say it's time to make nice with the troll." Santana pushed Quinn towards the couple.
"Wait, why me? Why can't you or Brittany do it?"
"Because, Brittany is working the camera. And it's a party! I wants to get my mack on. I ain't got no time to Berry-sit. This is your prank; I gave you all the tools now go." She waved off her friend as she sauntered off in the other direction.
Why me? She was crying, on the inside. This was not what she had planned for her Friday night. She should have known Santana would leave the dirty work for her. This was the whole reason we involved Finn into this little scheme. She expected the taller boy to give up his weekends to play nice, she just didn't expect that she would be doing the same. She was not sure she could even play nice with Rachel. She was such an infuriating girl as is. Having to pretend was hard enough.
Grumbling to herself, she weaved through the crowd of people and made her way to the couple who still seemed so standoffish from the rest of the crowd. She had been watching them from time to time in the duration of the night, several people had approached the couple. Every single one engaged Finn in a conversation and left the brunette out of it entirely. She was being ignored completely by all except Finn. For a hesitant moment, Quinn actually felt bad for the boy. She knew this was not fun for him at all. He wanted nothing more to do than hang out with some of his friends, but he was too nice to leave the girl alone. It was one of the only admirable traits about him, he was very loyal, if there were no video games involved.
Just as that thought cross her mind, some girl wearing a sinfully short skirt sauntered up towards the couple and began to opening flirt with the boy. She could see the dopey smile smear across his face as he grew bashful to her advances. Seriously, how did she ever fall for that? Okay, he was cute, but it was mostly annoying. Quinn stopped her advancement and watched in amusement. Finn was soaking up and laughing at whatever this girl was saying to him. She could see the girl playfully swat his arm in what looked like a mating ritual. The blonde couldn't help but shake her head. Her hazel eyes drifted to the awkward girl that stood a few feet away from them looking extremely lonely. Her head was down as she played with the plastic cup in her hands. It was then Quinn continued her movements.
She leaned casually against the wall near the brunette who had yet to take notice to the head cheerleader watching her closely. "He's a loyal guy, he will never leave your side. Until some air head girl bats her eyes and hits him." She quietly chimed in; her hazel gaze lingered on the quarterback.
Rachel flinched. It was an immediate reaction to anything related to Quinn. She turned slowly towards the girl who had seeked her out. There was no denying that she was completely breathtaking in every aspect. It was very unusual for Rachel to see her out of her Cheerios uniform and her hair down. It was something she would definitely love to see again. It was a dangerous thought, but her mind was not quite the same with alcohol settling into her system. Rachel followed her gaze to where Finn was flirting openly to some random girl she didn't recognize. It hurt, but she also had to remember that he was not hers. He could flirt with anyone he wanted. Rachel dryly chuckled. "It seems that hitting has become the way of a female knowing when it is time to mate."
Quinn simply laughed. It took the brunette back. She had never heard it sound so free. It was always so cruel and fake when she heard it anywhere near her. Her chocolate orbs studied the taller girl carefully. She was still very wary of the blonde. "You know, Berry, that is exactly what I was thinking. God, I don't think I'll ever be able to understand boys." Her shoulders relaxed a little as she pushed off moving closer towards the brunette.
Rachel continued to watch Quinn carefully. This night was nothing of what she expected. Okay, that was a lie. It was everything she had expected. She was just as invisible as she usually was, except when a certain Cheerio decided to target her. In fact, she was quite happy to be invisible than painted a target. But the thought of having Quinn come up to her and strike up an actual conversation? That was something she would have never foreseen, in well, ever. Rachel's eyes hardened in caution; she knew better than the trust the blonde. She took a small step back to keep a safe distance between them. "Why are you talking to me?"
The coldness of Rachel's voice took Quinn in surprise. "Am I not allowed to? Besides, it doesn't look like you have anyone else lining up to talk to you." Quinn bit her tongue. That was not what she had meant to say. So much for playing nice.
"I don't need you feeling sorry for me. I know I'm unwanted here okay! I just thought things would be different for once. Finn was actually nice to me, so I thought maybe other people would be too." Her voice started to crack. Her features were beginning to crumble a bit.
Before Quinn could say anything more, Rachel pushed past her into a crowd of people. "Fuck." She grumbled quietly to herself.
Did she really say that out loud? This seemed like Deja vu all over again. Once more Rachel had said something she did not mean to. Just her luck, it was in front of Quinn Fabray, again. It seemed like the brunette could not catch a break, someone cursed her. She was usually in control of her emotions, but the few alcoholic drinks she ingested were fuzzing her head. She wasn't thinking clearly, and it was beginning to anger her. "Rachel!" She began to panic as the same velvety voice called out for her. She hastily glanced around before she tried her luck and opened a door, thankfully it was unlocked, and she slipped inside.
It was quiet in the dark room. She reached around and switched on the light. Just her luck, she found the bathroom. It was always the bathroom. There was extraordinarily little time before she heard a knock on the door. Rachel turned to lock it but instead she was greeted by a blonde girl standing in the doorway. Quinn moved in and shut the door behind her and leaned against it as if to take her stance.
The diva crossed her arms hotly and backed away from Quinn giving her best glare towards the blonde girl. Instead of fear, she was met with a smile. "I'm sorry, but you need to work on your glare if you want to make someone scared." She laughed again.
"What do you want Quinn?" Rachel sighed. She wasn't in the mood for whatever games the blonde had in mind.
"I- I just wanted to make sure you were okay, I guess." Quinn Fabray actually stuttered.
Chocolate continued to stare at the blonde girl. "Why? Since when do you care about how I'm feeling. You've never cared before." She challenged her.
Quinn groaned. "You know what. I was actually trying to be nice to you for once. Why do you have to make everything to so damn difficult!"
"Me? You have taunted and harassed me for as long as I can remember. So, forgive me for not trusting you!"
She was right. Quinn knew it. God, this was not how she planned her night at all. Everything got so screwed up. Her nerves were shot, nothing made any sense. What the hell was even happening. When did she start to care about anything relating to Rachel? Maybe she did have one too many drinks, that was probably the easiest explanation for any of this really. She stared at the girl before her, she was watching her expectantly for a response. Quinn didn't know how to even answer the question. What could she possibly say when she had the slightest clue herself? So, Quinn Fabray did the thing she knew how to do best. She ran. "You know what? Fuck it. I tried." With that, she immediately turned around and left the confused brunette in the bathroom.