AN: Expect Chapters to be around every 3-5 days at this point. I decided that I would rather take my time and read over them a few more times than just shoving them out left and right. Which would also means about 8-10k words a chapter for each update.
Anyways, first off, thank you all who have been reviewing, alerting and all that. It keeps me going getting those email alerts for one of the above. Now sit back and enjoy.
Yeah, I'm a little drunk on you. And high on summertime. And I don't know what road we're on, Or where we've been. All I know is I don't want this night to end.
The first stop was Quinn's house, namely Quinn knew that if she didn't take Max with her to see Roxie her baby would never forgive her. And she wanted to her mom before she went on her date with James.
Santana and Brittany stayed in Santana's car, leaving Rachel and Quinn to brave the Fabray house.
Rachel had only been to the house a few times while the course of the months that Quinn lived with them, and only once or twice since they started dating. Quinn always seemed to want to be at Rachel's. She questioned if her mother got lonely with out Quinn there, she was surprised to hear that both of the Fabray women spent as much time away from home as possible. Most of the time eating meals at meet ups at restaurants across the city.
And Rachel could fully understand. The house was..- old, very old. Built back before the official founding of Lima, the Fabrays were some of the first to settle here centuries ago. She couldn't wonder how many times the house had been torn down and rebuilt on the same spot.
She felt a shiver rush over her body as she stepped across the threshold of the old stone home. Really it didn't feel like a home, it felt..- bad. Most of the inside of the house was colored in dark colors and oak floors. That was until of course she saw a blur of black and white that launched itself onto Rachel.
The brown haired girl stumbled back, her hands going to grab onto the husky's paws and legs, "Hi there, Max! Excited for Roxie?"
The dog really was smart, at the word of Roxie he moved his paws from Rachel and sat on his hind legs, giving a happy bark before looking up at his Mom. A paw going to rest on Quinn's as he whined. .
"I think I have spoiled him too much." Quinn said next to Rachel, leaning down to scratch the husky behind it's ears.
"Is my Number 1 Daughter I hear?" Judy voice came from further down in the house. Quinn rolled her eyes, her mother had a taken a liking to the Berry's nickname for the blonde and made it her own.
Max lead the way through the dark hallways to a rather bright and shining kitchen. Judy stood near the sink, dressed a rather nice and tight black dinner dress. A string of diamonds around her neck, Rachel spotted the small black purse on the counter near her.
"Mom! You look..-" Quinn smiled. Her mom really did look pretty, finally able to dress the way she wanted and feel good about herself. Judy had taken the divorce well it seemed, some of the old worry lines disappearing with each passing day.
Quinn moved to wrap her arms around her Mom and hugged her tightly. There was still a lot of work to be done, but they had moved to the point of hugging each other which was a massive step forward in their relationship.
"You look breathtaking, Ms. Fabary." Rachel said politely, standing near the entry of the kitchen with Max next to her.
"Thank you, Rachel. I must thank LeRoy for his help. He took me out dress shopping the other day during our lunch breaks." Judy moved from the sink and grabbed her small purse, checking the time on the watch, "It's almost time before I need to head over to James's."
"Going to him are, we?" Quinn hopped onto the kitchen counter and raised a brow. She had yet to tease her Mom like she did with Rachel or other friends. It was a spur of the moment action that made Judy's eyes go wide, before finally settling into a small smile.
"Yes, Quinnie. I will be gone for most of the weekend. You will take care of yourself and Rachel, of course." Judy pointed to where Rachel was walking into the kitchen proper.
There was a moment they Mother and Daughter had a small moment of understanding. Quinn couldn't help but to feel just a little bit of the weight on her shoulders being lifted. Was this why she saw the sudden 360 change in her Mother's attitude towards her?
Quinn gave a tentative smile, "You say that if there is even another possibility." Both knew just what Quinn meant by that. Judy walked over and pressed a kiss to her daughter's cheek before doing the same to Rachel.
"Take care of her Rachel. She gets all emotional when she watches Lord of the Rings." Judy teased as she exited the kitchen.
"I heard that Mom!" Quinn yelled after the retreating figure of her Mom. Rachel only giggled softly and walked forward. Waiting to hear the front door open and then shut again, which meant they were alone for the moment.
She stood in front of Quinn, moving the blonde's legs wide so she could stand in between of them. Max seemed to have heard something and went deeper into the dark house, leaving the two girls for their moment.
Quinn squeezed her legs tight and crossed them behind Rachel's back that pulled the girl closer, "Didn't we just do this in the parking lot?"
Rachel giggled softly and and trailed her hands over Quinn's legs, then her hips and over her sides. Digging her nails into the material of the clothes at some points, the act caused Quinn's eyes to close, picturing Rachel's nails doing that on naked flesh.
Her girlfriend only smiled and bit the bottom of her lip bite her bottom lip. Looking up through her bangs, Quinn's own eyes opened once Rachel's hands had stopped their mistreatment. Quinn leaned down and wrapped her arms around Rachel's neck, slowly pressing her lips to Rachel's.
Rachel let out a moan at the contact, obviously still worked up from the session in the parking lot. She was standing on her toes at this point, her fingers going up to pull Quinn's silky blonde locks free and tugging down on them.
"Really? Fucking in the kitchen is just weird. People cook food there." Both of the girls groaned at the sound of Santana's voice.
Breaking apart, they looked over to the archway of the kitchen and found Santana standing with her hands on her hips and Brittany right behind her.
"Weren't you going to stay in the car?" Quinn almost whined as she unhooked her legs from Rachel's back and hopped off the counter. She didn't know how much more of this teasing, only scratching the surface stuff, with Rachel she could take. At this point one of them was going to mount the other in the middle of the Glee room during a song.
"Ew, you're getting that face, Quinn. The one you always made when looking at Berry and then I would go and..-" Santana trailed off as she realized what she was saying. They all had come a long way from the bullying days of Freshmen year. But the way the smile dropped from both Quinn and Rachel's face told her that she hadn't won back their forgiveness, not fully.
She looked over her shoulder and shared a knowing look with Brittany. She wanted to make it better between all of them. Due in part to the girl she was currently staring at, if Brittany could survive all the names thrown at her, she could make good and actually be an adult. There was a ping of guilt, if Rachel could survive everything the three did to her, then she could do this.
The tension in the air was finally cut a short moments later with Brittany smiling and saying to Quinn, "Quinn, come on, I'll help you find the movies and get your bag."
It's not like someone could say no to Brittany. Quinn sent on lost glance Rachel and then to Santana before following Brittany out and up the stairs to the third story where her bedroom rested.
Santana opened her mouth once and quickly closed it. Before opening it, no matter how hard she tried words could not come out. Rachel watched on with her arms crossed across her chest. Understanding to a level what Santana was trying to do. Finally the Latina was able to get something out, "I..-I really don't know where to start, Rachel."
Rachel, for her part, kept her emotions in check. If she was able to forgive Quinn for doing what she did, she could do the same for Santana, couldn't she?
"There is a moment in your life, where you wake up and look in the mirror, wondering what the hell you're doing," Santana started, keeping her distance from Rachel, her voice soft and warm. The usual hot temper that seemed to dip in was gone, "You think back over the past years and you start to hate yourself. Seeing all the people you have hurt, all the things you lost. I have screwed up so many things, Rachel."
Rachel stayed silent, but Santana noticed a shift in Rachel's posture, less on the defense. It seemed her words were working to some degree, "Then you meet someone, well for me it was realizing the person who stood right in front of me. You start to change, not because they're forcing you, and at first you don't even realize it. It just happened because they inspire you to be a better person."
Rachel gave a small nod, "I understand that fully, Santana."
"I am not asking you to forgot what I did. Just like I am sure you haven't forgot what Quinn did to you. What I am asking, is for the chance to be your friend. Last year showed me a lot, I lost Brittany and I lost Quinn. And I refuse to allow that to happen again. We have never been friends, Rachel, but I have a feeling I wouldn't be able to deal with losing you also, "Santana walked until she was in front of Rachel, moving her hand out, as if to shake, "Can we be friends?"
Rachel raised a brow, she wasn't fully expecting this. Sure they acted civil and sometimes friendly to each other, now that Rachel was on the Cheerios. And Santana had defended her during their first Cheerio practice, but that didn't mean they were friends. Rachel wanted to hate Santana, while Quinn had some hand during the bullying their Freshmen year, it was Santana that went after her like a dog after a bone.
She used to fear walking down the hallways and see the dark skinned girl there, waiting for 'Manhands' to show up and ruin her day before it even started. It was Santana that made the girl hate herself and walk with her head down. A very small part of her mind, way in the back, told her that she was simply moving all the blame onto Santana and away from Quinn.
Rachel shook her head, and looked up to Santana, "I wanted to hate you so badly, Santana. I wanted to hate all of you for what you did. Making me feel so unpretty, ugly to walk in my own skin. I act so confident but in the inside I only feel and see ugly." Rachel's voice was raising at this point. Her index finger coming up and jabbing in the direction of Santana, eyes burning.
Santana dropped her hand and whipped them back to her side. She stood very still as she felt herself being walked backwards and now with her body being pressed against the counter of the kitchen. Rachel glaring up at her, finger jabbing into her chest, "Do you have any idea what I would've done to be your friend? To understand why you hated me so much? I had never met you but it was me that just got the unlucky number drawn? TELL ME, SANTANA, WHY?"
They both could hear feet on the stairs, as Quinn spirited from her room at the sound of her girlfriend screaming. As the two blondes stood in the entryway of the kitchen, Quinn grabbed onto Brittany's waist to stop her from trying to break them apart. She knew that Rachel needed to do this, needed to let go of some of that hurt and pain that bubbled right below the surface.
Santana's head was low at this point, trying to ignore the feel of tears on her cheeks. she never realized, she never thought how badly her words would of cut. She always told herself that Rachel was strong and could carry on. But she never thought about what Rachel would've given up to carry on, to just survive through high school. God she hated herself for what she did. Santana did this, she could try and blame Quinn, anyone and everyone else, but it was Santana the first day of Freshmen year that started all of it.
Rachel's voice was much softer now, sounding if she was close to tears too, "I just want to know why?"
Santana couldn't tell her. If anything there was a way the girl had always carried herself. Since she was small like she was better than anyone, that she was going to be something. It reminded her a lot of Quinn, just more open about it. Rachel was loud, annoying but was good at some many things. Santana was always jealous, from how she could sing, dance, the money her Dads had. And now, that she knew Rachel would leave this shithole town and be something, while she would be here, doing the same old same old.
"I don't know, Rachel. I just don't know..-" Santana broke down into a fit of sobs and in a move that surprised everyone in the room, Rachel leaned up and brought Santana down into a hug. Shoving her own face into the Latino's hair, crying also. Rachel could hate Santana, it would be much easier to hate her, but she couldn't. She was raised to see the good in people, to give people second chances. It really honestly sucked at sometimes because her life would be so much easier if she could just hate Santana.
Seeing the girl in her arms a sobbing mess, each body racking cry, heaving the girl's body, Rachel knew that the girl was really trying to change and to make amends. What type of person would she be if she just hated her?
"I am not saying I am ready to forgot what all happened, Santana. But I can forgive and let go. It's a start, alright?" Rachel whispered softly. It seemed to have the effect on the girl because she stopped her crying and after a few moments of catching her breath she moved away from Rachel.
"Thank you, Rachel. Sorry for..-" Motioning to the large wet spot on Rachel's Cheerio top.
"It's fine. Just keep it between us and don't tell Coach." She offered a small and light smile, moving her arms from the girl and allowing her to rush over to where Quinn still held Brittany.
Quinn let the taller blonde go and watched as they meant halfway, Brittany pulling Santana out of the kitchen and saying over her shoulder, "We're meet you outside."
Rachel stood in the middle of the kitchen, using the palm of her hand to wipe around the remains of her tears. She sucked in a breath when she felt Quinn's soft fingers wipe away the stray tears.
"That couldn't of been easy, Rachel. But, I haven't loved you more in that moment." Quinn's voice was soft. Her right hand cupping her cheek, her thumb sweeping across the curve of her cheekbone, before dipping down, her palm gripping the underside of her chin, gently. Angling Rachel's face upwards, chocolate mixing with hazel as Quinn leaned down. Warm breath rolling over Rachel's face, Quinn's mouth always seemed to taste and smell like mint, it drove Rachel up a wall, always wanting more.
Rachel whined and tried to press upwards into the kiss, only for Quinn to use her free hand to keep her in her place. There was something about the way Quinn was able to control her with only one hand that really turned Rachel on. Quinn smirked at Rachel, her left hand trailing up and down the side of Rachel's Cheerio outfit. The blonde had already changed into a fresh set of clothes, looking rather normal.
Rachel really wanted Quinn lips on her and whined again, looking up at Quinn. Quinn only chuckled lowly and finally, leaned down to press a lingering and light kiss to Rachel's lips,"Come on, we need to get our Lord of the Rings on."
"Or we can make out." Rachel said quite bluntly, her arms still wrapped tight around Quinn's neck.
"But Lord of the Rings." Quinn whined looking over her shoulder and then back to Rachel and then back over her shoulder. The girl really did seem torn.
Rachel only gave a giggle and leaned up to press a kiss to Quinn's lips, "Come on, we have all weekend to do more vocal training."
It seemed that her Dads had already left for a much needed weekend off. It might help the fact that both Rachel and Quinn sweet talked, Hiram says begged. them to go to Columbus for the weekend to see a few art shows and enjoy each other. LeRoy just couldn't say no to both of their daughters begging for alone time with each other and their friends.
"God damn, Rachel. I forgot how big your house is." Santana mumbled as she and Brittany followed Rachel and Quinn inside the large mansion, house really.
"As you both know my Dad is Chie..-"
"Rachel, no one gets a 10 bedroom house by being the Chief of Police. Both my parents are doctors with private practices and we're nowhere near the size you are." Santana shot back as they walked through the threshold of the house.
Max raced past them, Roxie must of smelled her new best friend and most likely lover and came rushing down the stairs from Rachel's room. Barking happily the two dogs raced out of the house through the doggy door to play in the backyard.
"Well if you must know, my parents when they were young invested into Apple, and kept their money in the company. Buying out large shares of stocks when they were cheap and now they're worth over $500 a piece. I don't even know how much my Dad's are worth." Rachel explained as she threw her bag onto one of the larger couches in their sitting room.
"So we got New Money Berry and Old Money Fabray, is this a tragic love story in the making?" Santana teased with a small smile.
"He wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was." Rachel said suddenly, and turning to Quinn, taking her hands softly and staring up at her.
Quinn gave a small smile, "And the way Gatsby looked at Daisy, it was like how any girl wanted to be looked at." Gently holding Rachel's hands to her chest and staring down at her.
"It's really weird that you two know Great Gatsby lines by heart." Santana commented, looking on the two with a raised brow. Quinn and Rachel holding each other dramatically before stepping back and taking a small bow towards each other.
"It's a great book." Quinn explained, "The need for Gatsby to find something that made him feel alive, and Daisy's need to find acceptance. It's better than Romeo and Juliet at least."
"I just enjoyed the fact that the movie could easily be tied in with Titanic." Rachel said from next to Quinn, earning an amused look from the blonde.
"If you jump, I jump." Brittany said absentmindedly as she pressed a kiss to Santana's cheek and walked deeper into the house. Santana blushed red and followed after Brittany into the house.
"I think I would be a better Gabsty though." Quinn mumbled as they followed their friends.
"I would have to agree with you. You just have that way about you."
"I am afraid I haven't been a good host, Old Sport." Quinn smiled and wrapped her arm around Rachel's waist.
They were surprised to find the other two girls in the kitchen, and even more surprised to find a large amount of her Father's liquor cabinet out and unlocked on display. There was a small note resting next to it, thankfully Quinn got to it first.
'Have Rachel or Quinn lock the keys into the safe. Don't make me regret this. - H'
"Santana did you bring bottles of alcohol into my house!" Rachel started as she came over and tore the note out of Quinn's hand her eyes flying over it.
Sure, she had asked her Dad to leave out a bottle of wine for Quinn's and hers date. Her Dads were usually alright with Rachel drinking. It was better if she did it under their roof than under someone else's where she could get hurt, or worse.
"I didn't do shit," Santana called out making her way across the kitchen to wear the two other girls stood. Peeking over their shoulders and reading the note, a large smirk formed on her features, "And here I thought it was going to be a quiet night of Lord of the Rings. Change of plans, Q. We're enjoying ourselves tonight."
"But..-" Quinn was cut off by Rachel's grin she shot the blonde.
"it's not like we're having a party, Quinn. It's just the four of us." Rachel reasoned, going to wrap her arms around Quinn's neck.
The last time she had gotten drunk it lead to her having Beth and a very fun 9 months of trying to figure out just who she was. Granted she did get her love of her life out of it all and amazing two Father figures, she was still nervous. It was becoming harder and harder each day for the two to keep themselves controlled during their makeout sessions. Quinn, was of course a hopeless romantic when it came to Rachel, and wanted to make Rachel's first time nothing worthy of poetry.
Finally Quinn took a breath and nodded, "Fine, but we have to put the keys up at the very least."
"No it's fine, Q. I don't feel like drinking tonight," Brittany explained as she moved her face out of the pantry, "So I can drive if we need to make a midnight McDonald's run."
"Time to get our drink on." Santana cheered trying to reach between the two girls to grab a bottom of silver tequila.
"Santana, it's only 5 in the evening." Quinn grabbed the Latino's wrist and shoved it away from the bottles.
"Exactly. It's 5'o clock somewhere. And that somewhere is here." She tried again to reach for the bottle, Quinn only tightening her grip on Santana's wrist.
"How about we put in some music and cook, then you can all can chase the bottom of the bottle." Rachel clapped her hands together and shot Santana a glare before going to where Brittany was already pulling out a random mix of things to cook with.
"Just don't make any of that vegan crap." Santana finally ended her death glare match with Quinn and snatched her wrist away from the blonde going to lean against the island in the middle of the kitchen.
Quinn smacked Santana up the backside of her head as she pushed Brittany away from the food. Rachel and Quinn putting on Hiram and LeRoy's matching aprons. Brittany and Santana sat on stools in front of one of the counter tops, watching with smiles as the two worked around the kitchen.
"I will be making that 'vegan crap' for myself alongside non-vegan food for everyone else. I hope you all enjoy pasta because it's all I am making." Rachel explained as she heated two large pots of water, two boxes of noodle shells, one vegan and non-vegan. While Quinn used the other stove to start heating up a selection of ground beef and turkey for the non-vegan dish.
"Those two are like domestic." Brittany whispered out of the blue, her blue eyes going back in between Quinn and Rachel.
"It's kinda scary." Santana mumbled back, watching as the two girls danced and moved around the kitchen, rather intertwined with each other.
While the two were busy cooking, Operation Get Booze started for Santana. Silently as possible, she stood up and inch her way towards the bottles. She paused for a moment deciding to grab one of the bottles of wine. She started to dig through the drawers and found a corkscrew, opening it as Quinn and Rachel made eyes at each other, she couldn't help a small victory fist pump.
Drinking straight from the bottle, she moved over to the the pan that Quinn was working on, pouring a bit in, "Spice up a notch!"
Quinn looked like she was about to tear the bottle out of Santana's hand, but she heard Rachel giggle and say, "At least use a glass, Santana. Pour me one also."
"See, listen to your Berry, Quinnie." Santana gave an evil smirk and danced out of Quinn's reach before she could smack the girl with a wooden spoon.
If she was a responsible person like she was trying to be, she should've just said no.
She didn't know what road they were on, or where they have been since deciding to leave the house earlier that night. But with Rachel almost over the center console, lips attached to her neck as they took Quinn's red jeep down an old dirt road, Quinn cared only for wanting Rachel's lips everywhere on her.
She could hear the clink of bottles in the back, the sound of Santana moaning to whatever Brittany was doing. She tried her best to keep her attention on the road but the half bottle of tequila she had drunk was making Rachel's lips feel even better.
She did remember running from Cops through the woods at some point. After trying to tip cattle at a nearby Farm, the flashes of red and blue driving the four girls to scatter through the treeline. There was something so exciting about that moment, running from the law like that. Though the police didn't seem to give chase, figuring it was just kids screwing around, the girls made it back safely to where they parked Quinn's Jeep.
They pulled onto one of the main roads that lead into Lima, Quinn making her mind up in the moment that she really wanted McDonald's. She glanced at the clock seeing that it was only now 12, there was still a whole night to have fun. In her haze, she was actually impressed by her skill in being able to drive while clearly drunk off her ass. Somewhere in the back of her mind she heard that she shouldn't be proud of that, but the thought was quickly forgotten by Rachel's lips sucking down on her pulse point.
She groaned when she felt her girlfriend's lips leave her neck but couldn't help to smile largely as Rachel turned up the radio. Quinn's Jeep always seemed to be stuck on the Country station, but the blonde swore she didn't like Country music that much.
Cottonwood fallin' like snow in July
Sunset, riverside, 4 wheel drives
In a tail light circle
Quinn was surprised that her girlfriend actually knew most of the words, only tripping up on a few of them, as she leaned over the center console again, resting her head on Quinn's shoulder.
Roll down the windows, turn it on up
Pour a little crown in a Dixie cup
Get the party started
The night air was cool, something that Quinn was thankful for, helping to fight her buzz, she moved one hand out to make waves through the air as they sped across the freeway and looking for the off ramp where the local McDonald's laid.
"Quinn, we must return the ring to Mount Doom." She heard Santana say behind her, the latino's hands resting on Rachel's head and her other shoulder.
"One can not just walk into Mordor." A very drunk Brittany somehow got out through her slur of words.
"Don't worry, I'll get our Berry to the Mountain." Quinn replied, somehow the Ring turning to Berry. She shook her head and picked up the next few lines of the song.
Girl, you make my speakers go boom boom
Dancin' on the tailgate in a full moon
That kinda thing makes a man go mmm hmmm
You're lookin' so good in what's left of those blue jeans
Drip of honey on the money maker gotta be
The best buzz I'm ever gonna find
Hey, I'm a little drunk on you
And high on summertime
Santana leaned back into the backseat singing to a very drunk Brittany who seemed torn between passing out and wanting to slip her hand into Santana's pants.
If you ain't a 10 you're a 9.9
Tippin' n' spillin' that home-made wine
On your tied up T-shirt
Every little kiss is drivin' me wild
Throwin' little cherry bombs into my fire
Good god almighty
Now Rachel had only drunk a few times before, and always with her Fathers. Earlier that night when Santana first offered the glass of wine, she said she would just have this one and that would be it. But as the night went on, one turned into an entire bottle and then the hard stuff came out. She found herself drifting closer and closer to Quinn, through her drunken haze she remembered when all of them ended up dancing in her living room and the way Quinn was rubbing up against her. She didn't know how she was holding herself back from taking Quinn right there.
She moved her head from Quinn's shoulder, their eyes catching each other for a moment. She could feel her own eyes darkening in obvious lust and from the amount of drink she had earlier. She knew she wanted Quinn, the wetness that settled in between her legs still had yet to leave, but would her girlfriend want this? They had just gotten together, but there was someway Quinn just looked at her, like she was her everything. It wasn't fair, she wanted to be open like Brittany and Santana to show everyone that Quinn was her everything too.
Girl, you make my speakers go boom boom
Dancin' on the tailgate in a full moon
That kinda thing makes a man go mmm hmmm
You're lookin' so good in what's left of those blue jeans
Drip of honey on the money maker gotta be
The best buzz I'm ever gonna find
Hey, I'm a little drunk on you
And high on summertime
Quinn could feel and hear the gears moving in Rachel's head. Moving her right hand over, she gently clasped her girlfriend's small tan hand and brought it to her lips. Pressing her lips softly to it, she placed their connected hands on the center console, her thumb brushing against her knuckles.
Let's slip on out where it's a little bit darker
And when it gets a little bit hotter
We'll take it off on out in the water
Santana leaned over and pressed a kiss to Brittany's temple as the girl cuddled into the side of her. The girl coming off her high of the booze, Santana could still carry on through the night, but now was the downtime, a recovery period for later.
Girl, you make my speakers go boom boom
Dancin' on the tailgate in a full moon
That kinda thing makes a man go mmm hmmm
You're lookin' so good in what's left of those blue jeans
Drip of honey on the money maker gotta be
The best buzz I'm ever gonna find
Hey, I'm a little drunk on you
And high on summertime
Yeah, I'm a little drunk on you
Quinn and Rachel finished the song together, the other two girls in the back having a quiet leaned over and pressed a kiss to Quinn's lips, a wonderful mix of vanilla and tequila, and just like that Quinn was feeling that haze coming back.
They rested at a stoplight, the glorious yellow and red light of McDonalds before them, Quinn pulled into the parking lot. Parking and hopping out of the Jeep. Rachel linked her arm with her's, leaning on her heavily as she had drunk way too much for her small body. Santana and Brittany were half making out and half walking behind them.
As they entered the building, a lone worker sitting behind the main counter looking bored out of his mind, Rachel leaned up and pressed a kiss to Quinn's cheek as she made her way to the restroom, Santana following after, leaving the two blondes to make the order.
Rachel was thankful someone had come with her, but there was a certain look in Santana eye's as Rachel splashed handfuls of cold water into her face.
"You know, Rachel, you're pretty cool when you decide to loosen up a bit." Santana said softly. Ah that was the look in the eye for, she was nervous and afraid still about what happened earlier.
Rachel didn't know what came over her in that kitchen, she was just so angry at the time, needing to lash out at someone and Santana was just standing there begging for it. She heard Santana move from behind her and brought a number of paper towels to her face to help Rachel in drying her face.
"I..-I am so sorry, Santana, about earlier." She kinda just stood there as Santana helped clean up her face, the Latino girl frowning at the dried throw up on Rachel's face.
"It's not like I haven't earned it time over and over again. I expected you to throw a punch like you did at practice a few days ago." Santana finally took a step away, allowing Rachel to brace herself against the side of the counter, her head still spinning.
"You really do love her, don't you?" Rachel finally said, shutting her eyes for a moment. Which didn't help at all and only made her world spin faster.
Santana took a deep sigh and had to resist the urge to laugh, of all the places and people to have this conversation with, "Yes,..- but it's weird. We're on that line, wanting to be more, but I can't. I am not like you and Quinn, so sure and brave. I am afraid."
Rachel snorted loudly, "If you think Quinn and I are perfect and without our own issues, then you're wrong. She ran out on me, I just now found her again. It takes time, I guess." If Rachel was sober she would launch into this big long paragraph about the complex nature of her and Quinn's relationship, but she was drunk and in the middle of a public restroom.
Santana nodded and leaned against the wall, needing something to steady herself, "Still, the way you two act around each other, the way you two just look at each other. I might say that it's weird, but I am jealous, I only wished I had someone to share that with."
Rachel giggled softly and pushed herself off the counter, wrapping her arm around Santana's shoulders, "You do. Don't worry, I'll help you get your girl before it slips away."
In the years to come, the two will still tell the story of how the two became the closest of friends; drunk off their asses in a McDonald's bathroom in the dead of night.
Quinn raised her trademark brow as the two finally reappeared from the restroom, the bags of the three girl's food waiting for them. Quinn had already polished off one sandwich helping clearing her haze a small bit, but now seeing the way Rachel looked at her, her mind became foggy in a whole another way.
"S! Rachel! Quinn had the great idea of going to the lookout, it's just up the hill from her Ranch." Brittany said happily as she spoke with a mouthful of chicken sandwich.
The two, again, forgot for the moment that they were in public. Rachel slipping halfway into Quinn's lap and resting her head into Quinn's chest. The smell of Quinn seemed to be the magic trick in stop her head spinning, shoving her face deeper into the fleece zip up Quinn wore.
Somewhere in the back of Quinn's mind she should be telling Rachel to move off of her, but she decided to ignore it, the vanilla smell of Rachel's skin and hair invaded her senses. She suddenly didn't feel that hungry for food.
The girls ate enough for the moment before jumping back into Quinn's jeep. The four had calm down much though that came to an end when Santana reached into a bag on the floor and pulled out one of the half empty bottles of liquor. Though they did not pound it back like how they were doing earlier in the night but if they stopped now they would crash really hard.
It was a 20 minute drive across the freeway to get to the countryside that rested around Lima. The radio filled the silence over the darkness of the city and countryside. It was rather relaxing really as they passed the familiar sight of the Fabray's Ranch and up the large hill that went up and up and overlooked the city lights and onwards.
Parking near the edge, Quinn placed the jeep into park, as Santana and Brittany jumped out, a large blanket that Quinn kept in there for Max was carried in their arms, planning to lay under the stars.
Rachel climbed over the center divide and took her rightful spot in Quinn's lap. The blonde had switched the channel to the Jazz station and lowered it, offering a quiet and smooth background music.
"What took you two so long in the restroom?" Quinn's voice was soft as her fingers swept over her cheeks.
"Is that jealousy I hear, Love?" Rachel teased, the smell of Quinn helping her spinning head. At this point she just wanted her girlfriend and a blanket.
"I call it being protective of what is mine." Quinn said half with a growl.
She felt Rachel shudder against her and pressed deeper against Rachel, "It's really hot when you make that noise," Rachel took a moment to collect her thoughts before speaking again, "Though before I would be turned off at the idea of Finn calling me His, I can't help to feel right when you say it. Nevertheless, nothing happened in the restroom if that is what you're asking. I would never ever." Rachel took a breath, understanding that Quinn had most likely not meant it like that, "She helped me clean myself up a bit and then I said I was going to help her get Brittany."
Quinn only held an amused smirk, it was rather adorable when Rachel spoke like this, she remembered hating it for a very long time, but like most things it grew on her, "What do you mean? The two are like all over each other."
"Apparently, it's just all physical. Santana is afraid to taking a leap."
"Sounds oddly familiar, doesn't it?" Quinn whispered softly, shifting in the car seat. Her free hand went to the seat controls and pushed the button in to allow the driver seat to move all the way back, giving them more room.
"Not anymore, remember? If you jump, I jump." Rachel said absentmindedly
"I am sorry but if you're going to jump off a bridge, I am going to drag you off the edge, not jump in with you." Quinn gave a giggle, sipping from a water bottle.
"And that's why I love you so much." Rachel snuggled deeper against Quinn and gave a small happy sigh.
The two sat there in silence for awhile, arms wrapped around each other as they looked out over the lights of the City. Rachel couldn't help to think doing this in New York with Quinn or anywhere for that matter.
"Why can't we just stay like this forever?" Quinn's voice was soft as she leaned down to press a kiss to Rachel's temple.
"Run away with you? Start over in some town in Washington, just me and you," Rachel wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck and pressed their lips together, wanting a sweet kiss, "I wouldn't be happier, but I think we're meant for more than just that."
"I couldn't agree more, Darling."
The four girls stayed in their own little worlds until the sun started to rise over the sky. Rachel having fallen asleep at some point around 1am after the two girls talked in low voices about their own dreams for each other. The life they would create. Neither knew why they were whispering to each other, afraid that if they were too loud they would scare the other off? Like some kind of spooked deer?
Quinn gently placing Rachel back into the passenger seat, the blonde exited the jeep to stretch her legs and to find Santana. It was cold nip in the air that only made her head throb more, she paused and faced towards the cliff, heaving her stomach as a spew flew from her mouth. Tequila and McDonald's tasted a lot better going down.
The two other girls were wrapped tight in a number of blankets not far from the jeep. Santana holding Brittany gently in her arms, fingers brushing strands of perfect blonde hair across her forehead. The girl really was in love with Brittany, just from the way she looked at her.
The two was silent as Santana carried Brittany back into the jeep and Quinn started down the hill and back into the City. Stopping a number of times to allow one of the four girls to puke out their stomachs along the roadside, really they shouldn't have drank that much.
"Coffee?" Rachel said as she climbed back into the jeep after her 3rd stop to finish emptying her stomach.
"That is the single best idea you have had yet." Santana grumbled from the back seat.
And that is how the four Cheerios found themselves early on a weekend morning. Smelling of booze, throw up and sweat. Sipping from cups of coffee each wearing dark shades to hide from the bright lights, and none of them would have it another way. Quinn left arm was thrown over Rachel's chair and Santana's over Brittany, it was only 5 in the morning, the sleepy looking manger behind the counter going to the back to most likely catch a few more moments of sleep.
When they would look back in the years to come, it was this moment they remembered first. Sitting around the small table, trying their best to control their hangovers but failed horribly as Brittany just started laughing, then Rachel, and then Santana, and then finally Quinn. It was just one of those moments.
Across the city, in a small single story home, a boy sat behind his desktop. His camera hooked into his hard drive as the picture started to download themselves onto the drive. Moving his mouse and rolling over all the pictures he took, he shocked his head. He was going to need something else, more. The angle was proper enough to drop the news just yet. He was also going to need help if he was going to take on the Fabrays and Berry's.
Moving his smartphone into his hand and firing off a few texts to double check the rumors about Berry punching a Cheerio earlier that week. It would be a start, divide and conquer his Father always said, divide and conquer.
The boy leaned back into his chair and rested his hands in his hair, once Fabray was out of his way, he would finally have his Rachel just like how it's always meant to be.
AN: Song used was "Drunk on you" by Luke Bryan. Someone reviewed about Santana and Rachel's sudden friendship, I already had the first part of this chapter written when I saw that with the first part of the conversation between the two. I decided to explore it a bit more, I feel like everyone is just getting second chances left and right, and Rachel needed to yell at someone. I hope you all enjoyed the drunk adventure. I was planning for a much longer chapter but this is already like 8k words.
Next Chapter will be Quinn and Rachel's date and most likely the meeting with Kurt where you shall see more plot points come forth. After the weekend is over things will start to move faster. Seeing as we're going at a snail's pace at this point. Again 3-5 days for an update, but it could be less than 2 days but I have exams and I am going out this weekend so who knows. Need a muse for the date really.