Drunk on Love (maybe that's just you though)

Quinn picks up a call from a very drunken Rachel. Faberry fluff ensues.

Note: For Dianna's birthday (it's probably still April 30th somewhere in the world). Also thank Monique for holding me at gunpoint to post something. Set in unreleased Tweeting Birdies universe.

x.X.x

"Hey, Quinn?"

"Yes?"

"Quinn."

"That's my name, correct."

"Quinn." A pause. "That's a really nice-sounding name."

Raising an eyebrow, Quinn decides to bite. This certainly isn't what she'd expected from her girlfriend when she got a call right after work. "Rae, are you okay over wherever you are?"

"Quinnnn. Quinn. Quinn?" is the reply that rings through, and at the confirmation that Rachel is definitely more than a little bit drunk, Quinn lets out a worried little hum.

"Yeah okay, where are you?"

"Quinn." Rachel blatantly ignores her, too enwrapped in her own little world. "Why is that such a pretty name?" A loose giggle erupts from the other side of the line, and then, "Almost as pretty as my girlfriend is." Here, there's a small thoughtful pause, before Rachel gasps, "Oh wait, guess what? Quinn's her name too! But…But that means they share Quinn…and I don't like sharing Quinn, she's all mine!"

Her girlfriend's drunken rambles make Quinn let out a low chuckle, and she humors, "Mm, all yours."

Her girlfriend doesn't seem to be in much danger so she's a bit less worried now, but she still doesn't like the thought of Rachel being drunk and alone, and she nods along to Rachel's mumbled words, already hailing a cab from the sidewalk.

"Stay put okay baby? I'm going to be at Spotlight in like five – because there's no way anyone other than Santana can get you this drunk – and let me guess, she ditched you again?"

"I dunno, she just kinda…left, I think?" Rachel replies, at least gaining some sort of coherency, and then there's a beat before, "…I miss Quinn."

"I'll be there real soon," Quinn promises, her girlfriend's dejected tone making her heart twist even though she knows that Rachel is probably perfectly fine. "I know how much you hate being alone when you're drunk."

"I miss- I miss Quinn though," Rachel goes back to stammering to herself, distraught. "I miss the smell- I miss the smell of pretty. Of Quinn. Quinn, where's Quinn?"

Rachel starts sounding like she's about to burst out crying, and Quinn feels her heart clench, already panicking inwardly. "Oh sweetie, please don't cry," she begs softly, willing the taxi driver to go faster so that she can go take her girlfriend back home to cuddle. "You know I hate it when you cry."

"But I want Quinn!" Rachel whines, breath picking up. "I want- I want Quinn."

At how the brunette's voice wavers and breaks at the last few words, Quinn just knows that Rachel is going to bawl her eyes out any second now, and she curses Santana under her breath for getting Rachel this drunk in the first place.

"I'll be there in a few minutes baby," she promises, biting her lip when she hears sniffling start to come through. Her chest aches even more at Rachel's distressed self, and she groans quietly. "I swear, Santana is so dead when I see her."

x.X.x

She finds Rachel in the VIP bar, hurdled up in the corner alone and looking absolutely miserable.

Her girlfriend looks like she's on the verge of tears, and melting at the sight, Quinn once again mutters a few choice words aimed at Santana, not amused at all.

It's not the first time she's left a drunk Rachel to fend for herself alone at Spotlight, and it certainly isn't the first time Quinn's had to come pick her up – Rachel usually isn't this drunk, so Quinn winces as she anticipates how hungover the brunette will be tomorrow.

It doesn't take long for Rachel to spot her, and the way her girlfriend's face lights up immediately makes Quinn's chest warm.

She can barely make out Rachel calling her name over the loud music, and Rachel tries to stagger to her feet, swaying drunkenly. Not wanting her to accidentally lose her footing and bump into something, Quinn hurries her steps towards the couch that Rachel's on, and she presses a hand down on Rachel's arm to tell her to stay put.

Rachel's face scrunches up in the most adorable way possible, and Quinn lets out a soft laugh. "You okay there?"

"Hey Quinn," Rachel giggles, now grinning widely instead. "I missed you."

The brunette tries getting to her feet once again, and Quinn reaches an arm around her to steady her movements. "Missed you too dork," she says with a quirk of her lips, and she grunts when Rachel tips over slightly and an elbow's dug into her ribs.

"Thank god the paps aren't here to witness this, they'd have a field day," she half-mutters half-laughs. "Our publicists would not be happy with the front-page headlines at all."

"They'd have to deal with it then," Rachel hmpfs, voice petulant, "just like how everyone has to deal with me having the best girlfriend ever."

The brunette's resolute statement makes Quinn's stomach flutter even after so long, and she smiles. "Think the pleasure of having the best girlfriend is all mine Rach."

"Well you're just simply wrong then," Rachel rebuts, and her pout is on full display as she opens her mouth to go on a sure tirade.

Before she can though, Quinn silences her with a quick peck to her lips, and she nuzzles her nose against her girlfriend's. "Come on baby, let's go home."

Rachel's eyes dim in confusion. "But you are home."

Quinn will deny to her last breath that she swoons, but well- she swoons, and she does her best to push it away for later. "You're so drunk," she says instead.

"Drunk on love," Rachel corrects matter-of-factly, and Quinn can't find it in her to hold in her fond grin anymore.

"I'll be sure to tell that to your hungover self tomorrow then."

Rachel doesn't respond for a few seconds, and Quinn arches a brow; she better not pass out on her.

"Rae?" she prompts, and suddenly chestnut doe eyes are staring intently into hers.

"I love you."

The declaration takes Quinn by surprise, and at the utter simplicity that Rachel says it with, like there's nothing else more obvious than that, Quinn can't help but fall in love all over again.

"I love you too," she says, softly, and then Rachel's back to blabbering about how her girlfriend is the best ever and how everyone else will just have to live alone and miserable forever.

Quinn thinks that this is one of those moments where she thinks, yeah, I'm going to spend the rest of my life with this woman, and she grins.

Drunk on love indeed.