Summary: "Quinn!" Rachel knocked on the door. She did it again when the music didn't stop and the noises became more obvious. "Quinn, you have 60 seconds and then I am getting inside my room!" She reached for the card in the outer side of her backpack.
When no answer was heard from the other side, she ripped the tie off the door and slid her own card in the slot, walking inside the room without even bothering to cover her eyes. She had seen worse throughout the last months of sharing the dorm room.
A/N: Joining the "Faberry Month" challenge, this is my take for the Prompt #8 "College Roommate AU
I had a marvelous time ruining everything
When Rachel walked up to her dorm room, she was not surprised to see a familiar red tie wrapped around the doorknob and giggling sounds coming from the other side of the door, despite the loud music. It was the third time that week and really she needed to get her books for the following classes.
"Quinn!" Rachel knocked on the door. She did it again when the music didn't stop and the noises became more obvious. "Quinn, you have 60 seconds and then I am getting inside my room!" She reached for the card in the outer side of her backpack.
When no answer was heard from the other side, she ripped the tie off the door and slid her own card in the slot, walking inside the room without even bothering to cover her eyes. She had seen worse throughout the last months of sharing the dorm room.
"Quinn, who is this? You said you weren't seeing anyone!" The brunette girl dropped from the other girl's lap, fixing her shirt back and lowering her skirt back over her thighs.
"Seeing her? No thanks, I have a boyfriend." Rachel scoffed from where she stood. "And so do you, am I right?" The petite brunette smirked.
"Whatever." The taller brunette haired girl leaned down to kiss the silent blonde, who didn't even bother to hide the obvious bulge under her shirt. If Rachel hadn't bothered them, Quinn would have had Natalie taking care of it, rather than having to do it herself. "I'll see you later?"
"Of course." Quinn smirked against her lips. Her hand trailed up the back of the girl's leg to squeeze her backside under the skirt she wore.
"Natalie, aren't you forgetting something?" Rachel used the toes of her shoe to kick her lace panties their way. She had clearly lost them when they had been otherwise occupied.
"You have no right to judge me, Berry." She snatched the panties off the floor and stormed out of the room, shutting the door closed.
"You're back earlier than usual." Quinn stood from the bed and walked to the dresser, to get new clothes to change into.
"I forgot my books, but we can't do this anymore, Quinn." Rachel dropped on her bed. "It's the third time this week and I get it. I get it you have a healthy sex life, but I can't get kicked out every time."
"Can't Finn take you in? He's got a single room since that sleazy jerk of his roommate got kicked out." Quinn raised her brows at her. "You've got a boyfriend and you don't want to spend more time with him?"
"I do but…" Rachel looked away. "Finn and I have a disagreement on some things."
"Well, talk to him about that. I'm sure you'll figure it out." Quinn nodded. "I have nowhere else to go, ok? They either come here or we'll get expelled for public indecency."
"That's because you cannot get with girls who are actually free. What's the point? You discard them even faster after you're done with them."
"You make it sound like it's a one way thing. They are here because they want me more than their partners." Quinn rolled her eyes at her. "It's not my fault they cannot get a good orgasm out of their relationship."
"Whatever you say, Quinn." Rachel raised her hands up in surrender. "Just find somewhere else to go. I need to study to pass with higher grades and keep my scholarship. Not everyone has a wing in the library with their name on it."
"You can be such a bitch when you want to, do you know that?" Quinn walked towards their en-suite bathroom and slammed the door closed.
Yes, she could be such a bitch.
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"So, have you tapped that yet?" Mike nodded towards the familiar brunette nursing a red cup, while trying to follow Finn - her boyfriend around the room.
"Who, Berry? Heck, no." Quinn took a sip from her beer. "She is not my type."
"Yes, sure." Mike chuckled to himself. "Petite brunette girls with a spectacular voice and legs that go for miles - as you put it - are not your type of girls. Let's not forget the dumb boyfriend," He nodded at Finn who was now being pulled aside to have a chat with the said brunette.
"Fine. She is quite attractive and if she wasn't so annoying, I would even think of making a pass on her." Quinn furrowed her brows when Finn leaned over the petite brunette, almost towering over her with his height advantage.
"It's also convenient you don't need to find a place where to do it. Your bed is just right there." He finished his own beer.
"She is not like one of those girls." Quinn put the beer down when Rachel took a step back from Finn, but he kept on talking angrily with her. "What do you think is happening?"
"Maybe Hudson got caught with his hand up someone else's skirt?" Mike straightened his pose beside his friend.
"He is cheating on her?" Quinn said through gritted teeth.
"You didn't hear him complain about her wanting to wait? She is like a virgin and she wants to wait until she is 25." He said nonchalantly. "He isn't too happy about it. He is the only one not getting any."
"What a moron." Quinn shook her head.
"Well, what would you do in his shoes?" Mike nudged her. "You have a new girl every other day and if you were in his shoes, you're telling me you would be able to wait?"
"I…" Quinn looked back towards the couple to find Rachel gone. "Where is she?"
It took her 30 minutes to find her. She had seen Finn exit one of the many bathrooms, followed by one of the girls she had had over a couple of weeks back and from his disgustingly happy face, she had no doubt about what had happened in that bathroom.
"Quinn, we may have a problem." Mike found her at the end of the hallways downstairs and she followed him without batting her eyes.
"Where is she?" Quinn pushed through the crowd of dancing bodies and drunk couples - real or just for a night - to find a group of frat boys cheering loudly and forming a circle.
"She's over there." Mike pushed hard enough to make room for Quinn, who found Rachel half passed out on the rug with a couple of cheerleaders hovering over her.
"Hey, get off her." Quinn pulled one of the girls from her pony and kneeled over the brunette, who was still fully dressed and just seemed passed out for too many drinks. "What did you give her?" She slapped her cheeks lightly. "What did you give her, Natalie?" She barked at the familiar brunette beside her.
"It was just a joke, Quinn. She cannot handle her alcohol." She laughed.
"Let's see who will laugh when I tell Coach Sylvester about this." Quinn lifted Rachel's arm around her neck and lifted her off the floor, carrying her bridal style.
"Quinn, you can't. You have no right, you're not a cheerleader!" Natalie was scared now.
"So? Coach Sylvester coached my sister and she is a family friend. Are you scared she'll kick you and your friend out?" She turned to the red-haired girl standing there. "You should have given it a thought before you did this to her." She lifted Rachel higher in her arms and headed out of the door, with Mike following close behind.
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"Thanks, Mike. Owe you one." Quinn carried the unconscious brunette inside their room and lowered her on her dorm bed.
"You need help with her?" Mike left her purse on the dresser by the door.
"I'll take it from here, I know how to handle this." Quinn brushed a loose lock away from Rachel's face.
"Call me if you change your mind." Mike sent her a soft smile and walked out of the dorm room, shutting the door closed on his way out.
"Okay, Berry. Let's get you in some comfortable clothes." Quinn reached under the girl's pillow for her Pj but she had no idea how she would be able to slip those tight yoga pants and camisole on, without Rachel cooperating.
"Mm. Cold." Rachel reached out for her and buried her face into her stomach, gripping her by the belt buckle.
"Rachel, we need to get you under the covers." Quinn pulled away from her enough to get to her dresser and grab one of the loose basketball jerseys she used to play when on the court with Mike. She grabbed a fresh one and turned to go back to the brunette, who had sat up on the bed.
"Help me! Help me, I cannot move! Someone tied me up." Rachel shouted. She had gotten her shirt tangled in her head, while trying to get it over her head.
"Rachel! Shut up." Quinn hushed her and kneeled on the bed in front of her, helping her out. She threw the shirt aside and fixed her tangled locks.
"You're pretty." Rachel grinned at her in her drunk state. "You're hot. How do you want me?" She smirked in a way that was supposed to be sexy, but Quinn found it funny. "Missionary? Doggy style? On my side? On my knees? I might not be too experienced in the art of lovemaking but I educated myself. I watched movies and I read books." She reached out for her bra and tossed it aside. "How do people do it against a wall? It looks easier than it is."
"Oh God, stop talking." Quinn was amused and embarrassed at the same time. She couldn't look away from those full breasts in front of her. Rachel was gorgeous.
"Right, let's get to it." She grabbed her by the front of her shirt and pulled her down on the bed with her.
"Damn it, Berry." Quinn ended up face down against the mattress, mouth full with her hair and the brunette passed out under her, fisting her shirt with her hands. "Fucking perfect."
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When Rachel woke up, the events of the previous night came onto her like a movie she had seen without paying attention to it.
She remembered the fight with Finn. She remembered feeling hurt by his mean words and then she remembered the breakup.
Then, nothing else.
She should have known better than getting inebriated to the point she had no memories of the night before. It was everything her Daddies had warned her about. It was everything she was supposed to be prepared for.
"Hey, you're awake." Quinn's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. She had woken up in her bed, not a stranger's room, and she was half dressed.
"Morning." Rachel looked away from Quinn Fabray in a robe that was loose enough to show her toned torso and abs that she could only dream of.
"How is your head? Do you need anything for it?" She ran the towel over her damp hair.
"I'm okay. What happened?" Rachel brought the covers up to her chin.
"You don't remember anything?" Quinn dropped the towel aside and took a seat on the edge of the bed. "Nothing at all?"
"I remember breaking up with Finn." Rachel looked away. "And someone gave me a drink. Some random girl."
"It was probably spiked or something." Quinn nodded softly.
"Did…did something…" Rachel gulped softly.
"No. Mike and I found you and we took you back here." Quinn looked at her. "Nothing bad happened."
"Oh good, thank you." Rachel pulled the covers back from herself and placed her feet on the soft carpet. It was then that she noticed what she was wearing for bed. Or what she wasn't. "Did we sleep together?"
"What?" Quinn was getting dressed for the day and she had missed the look of horror mixed with surprise on the brunette's face.
"Why am I wearing your shirt? And why am I naked under it?" She wrapped her arms around herself, self-consciously. "I was unconscious! I would-"
"Do you think so low of me, Rachel? Do you think I could ever do something so despicable like taking advantage of you? Or of any girl, really?" Quinn shook her head and pulled on her clothes.
"I can't remember anything and I woke up in my bed, naked under a shirt that belongs to you." Rachel said back to her.
"And that's the first thought coming to your mind. Geez, thank you fucking much." Quinn slipped her shoes on and grabbed her bag.
"And you're not even answering me. Why?" Rachel stepped right in front of her, blocking her way out.
"I carried you all the way from that fucking party before anyone could ever harm you." She pointed to the frat house where they had been the night before. "And when I got you here, you threw yourself at me. You tried to get me to sleep with you and in the last attempt to seduce me, you got stark naked in front of me."
"But…" Rachel furrowed her brows.
"I bet your precious Finn would have totally taken advantage of that situation, but you were so drunk that you passed out 10 minutes later." She scoffed at her. "I would have never been able to get you in that tight Pj you wear for bed but you looked cold, so I let you borrow one of my jersey shirts."
"Quinn, I am so-"
"A thank you would have been nice enough, but now, I am too mad to care about what you have to say." Quinn snatched her card from the dresser and walked out of the dorm room, without sparing her one more glance.
Rachel had messed up, badly.
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The weeks following the party, Quinn had put enough distance between them to make Rachel feel like she was in a single dorm room, rather than sharing it with someone else. Quinn was gone by the time she woke up and she wasn't even around when she came back from her classes, but she found signs of her presence in the room because the books on her desk were not always the same ones and clothes were often thrown all over the bed,
It was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and even if New York was buzzing with people and tourists for the Thanksgiving parade, most of the NYU campus was empty due to students going back home to spend the holiday with their families. She would have gladly gone back to Lima, but her Daddies had chosen that long weekend to go on a last-minute short cruise, with the promise of spending Xmas with her.
Rachel walked back into her dorm room, after having had a quick coffee with her best friend Kurt, and was surprised to find Quinn there, lying on her dorm bed over the covers. She was so lost in her thoughts, that she hadn't even heard her come in until the door closed behind her back, a little louder than she intended.
"Hi, Quinn." Rachel leaned against the door and watched the blonde's features harden.
"I thought you'd go back to Ohio." Quinn stood up and put her shoes back on. She started gathering her bag with her things, ready to bolt out of there.
"Quinn, can we talk?" Rachel took a tentative step towards the blonde, who had her back to her.
"There's nothing to talk about." The blonde slipped the messenger bag over her shoulder and went to walk past her, but the brunette latched on her arm and stopped her. "Let me go."
"No, I won't let you go until you hear me out." Rachel held onto her forearm with both hands. "I am sorry, okay? I am very sorry for having even thought that you would take advantage of a situation like that."
"Perfect, you got the apology out of your system. Are you feeling better?" Quinn pulled her arm out of her grasp.
"Why are you so angry with me?" Rachel chased after her before she could get to the door and run away from her.
"Why shouldn't I? Do you think that a meaningless apology will make up for it?" Quinn pushed her back and crossed her arms over her chest. "You are no different from everyone else. You think I am here just because of my surname, but what do you even know about me? You even bothered to ask me how I feel?"
"Quinn, I tried to apologize before but you literally disappeared on me. It's like you were avoiding me." Rachel hugged herself. "I tried but-"
"Please, you tried? You only had to try a little harder but you just gave up on me. You think that just because I sleep around, I have no feelings? That I won't get hurt?" She shouted in her face.
"I never said that…" Rachel took a step back, looking away.
"But you assumed I could use you like that." Quinn chuckled humorlessly. "That I could take something like that away from you, without asking or having your fucking consent." She said through gritted teeth.
"You know?" Rachel looked up at her, with surprise.
"Yes, I know." Quinn looked at her in a way that no one ever did before. She looked at her and it scared her. It scared how much she could feel, after just one glance. "I would have never done anything to take that moment away from you, even if you had been sober enough to remember it the morning after." With that said, she walked out of the dorm, leaving Rachel there to deal with her thoughts.
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Quinn was right, she only needed to try a little harder. She connected the dots when she saw Mike posting about spending Thanksgiving in Colorado with his family on his Instagram profile. She connected the dots and that's why she was in front of his dorm room, with a small Tupperware under her arm. She knocked again and again, until she heard the movement on the other side. Until the door opened, to reveal a distressed Quinn.
"What do you want, Rachel?" Quinn leaned against the door and yawned in the collar of her sweater.
"There's the Thanksgiving parade on, do you want to watch it with me?" Rachel tried to win her with a soft smile, but Quinn's expression remained the same.
"No." Quinn went to close the door, but the brunette slipped inside the room before she could. Well, Quinn could still kick her out if she wanted to. "Rachel…"
"I made you my famous sorry cookies." She opened the plastic box to reveal 10 chocolate chip cookies that looked very nice. "I am sorry, Quinn."
"You said that already." Quinn took one and inspected it. "Is this vegan?"
"Yeah, but you won't find any difference." Rachel looked hopeful when the blonde took a small bite, munching slowly. "So?"
"Better than fake bacon." Quinn nodded and went back to Mike's dorm bed, sitting back against the headboard. "So, where did you plan to watch the parade? We have no TV in our room."
"We could go to the common room, there shouldn't be anyone really." She looked around the spacious room, to find a seat for herself. The desk chair looked comfortable enough, even if it was leather. It was against her principles.
"We can watch it here, Mike has one." She nodded to the flat screen on the wall opposite to the bed. She reached for the remote and turned it on, flipping through the channels until she found it.
"Oh, good." She stood awkwardly by the bed and looked at the TV screen. The parade hadn't begun yet, but she was excited. Maybe, next year, she could go see it in person.
"Geez, come sit here. You're making me nervous." Quinn rolled her eyes and scooted to the side, letting the brunette have enough room to sit beside her. As soon as Rachel took a seat, she reached for another cookie and chewed on it, mindful not to leave too many crumbles on the bedspread. "I thought you'd go back to Lima."
"I thought you'd go back home too." Rachel settled beside her, stealing a glance at the blonde.
"Home?" She chuckled softly. "Where exactly? To join my Mom at the five stars luxury rehab center in New England or having dinner with my Dad and his third wife, who is just 3 years older than me?" She fetched another cookie.
"Oh." Rachel nodded softly. "I thought you were close to them."
"Mike had invited me to spend it with his family, but I didn't want to interrupt his family time." Quinn reached for the water bottle on the nightstand and took a sip. "I am used to spending holidays on my own, no big deal."
"Why didn't you say anything? I assumed that-"
"That money buys happiness? My family is perfect on the outside, but you see the cracks in the surface as soon as you come a little closer." Quinn tilted her head backwards, to stare up at the ceiling. "I didn't even want to come here nor study Business."
"What did you want to do?" Rachel rolled on her side to face her.
"I wanted to play piano. I was good enough to do it professionally, but it didn't look good on my resume." Quinn smiled sadly. "My Mom would have supported me, if she had been sober enough to fight my Dad on it. He is half paying for my tuition."
"You could still do it, no? Maybe on the sidelines." She reached for Quinn's hand and brushed her thumb over the back of her long fingers. She had never noticed how good they looked, until then.
"Maybe." Quinn turned to look at her when Rachel slipped her fingers through hers. She kept looking at her as their faces drew closer and their breaths hit each other's lips. "Rachel…"
"Shhh…" Rachel shushed her with her words and then with her lips. She pressed her mouth against Quinn, who tasted like vanilla and chocolate chips. She tasted like her own cookies and in that moment, she realized a first kiss had never tasted better than that.
The End
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