First I am soo sorry. I honestly had every intention of having an update a week after my last one. Then life threw me a curve ball. Literally the day after I updated a chick got into my head, confused me, and fucked with it. So I couldn't write because well I couldn't get her out. Then when I got her out of my head I had no inspiration. I knew where I wanted to go, just didn't have any motivation/inspiration. But now I do and I'm back to it. I know this is not that long of a chapter but I owe you guys an update. Next one will be better. Anyways I know you all don't care about my personal life. Second Thank you, as always. Thank you for sticking with the story. Thank you for following my story. And as always thank you for the reviews. Third enjoy.
Sunlight snuck through the blinds of Rachel's bedroom. The light was hitting Rachel's eyes, causing her to stir. Rachel opened her eyes, and immediately closed them. The light hurt and her head was pounding. She felt like she was going to be sick. She pressed her body closer to the warm surrounding her, trying to hide her head form the light. Then the feeling of being sick became reality. She jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom, as the contents of her stomach exited her mouth. She felt someone move the hair out of her face, and rub her back.
Rachel finally sat back against the bathtub, feeling the cold tiles against her back, closing her eyes. She felt a cool rag placed on her forehead. Then someone placed a glass of water in her hand. "Drink," the other person ordered.
Rachel took a sip of the cool liquid. Then rest her head back against the bathtub. It felt too heavy to keep her head up.
"Do you have any aspirin or Motrin?" a soft voice asked.
Rachel scrunched her face as she thought. "No," she finally said.
"I'll have to run home and get some then. But first let's get you back into bed."
Rachel finally opened her eyes to see who was helping her. Parts of the nights were a blur, especially the end. She saw Quinn wearing nothing but a red thong. Rachel finally looked at her own body seeing she was only wearing her white panties. Quinn walked to the small girl and lifted her up in one swift motion. She carried her small girlfriend back to bed. Rachel was reminded of the day Karosky attacked her and Quinn carried her to the nurse. Quinn gently placed Rachel on the bed, and got her everything she needed, water, bucket and tucked her back in.
"Quinn?" Rachel finally asked.
"Yes?"
"What happened last night?" Rachel asked
"You don't remember?"
Rachel shook her head and immediately regretted it.
Quinn felt a pang of guilt. She leaned over the bed and kissed Rachel's forehead. "We'll talk when I get back. You just get some rest."
"Ok," Rachel replied softly closing her eyes.
Quinn grabbed her clothes and got dressed to make her quick ride home. She opened Rachel's front door and was blinded by the sun, causing pain starting at her eyes and consumed her head. She covered her eyes as she quickly made it to her car. She put on her sun glasses and turned to leave but didn't get far. When she looked behind her she realized she was boxed in Rachel's driveway and could not get out.
Quinn made her way back in still wearing her sunglasses to see where everyone was. She made her way downstairs to the Oscar's viewing room. When Quinn reached the last few steps she slowed down. She couldn't believe the sight in front of her. There were red cups everywhere, and someone's clothes were scattered around the room.
The couch to Quinn's right was occupied by Lauren with Puck on the floor next to her. Mike and Tina were cuddling behind the bar. Mercedes was on the floor to the right of the stage. The other couch which was on the left near the middle of the room was occupied by Santana with Sam on the floor next to her. Sam's head was at Santana's feet. Santana's head was closer to the stage, and actually facing that direction. Artie was nowhere to be found.
It was the sight of Brittany that made Quinn frown. She was lying center stage, completely naked. She was lying on her stomach, with her head near Mercedes. Her core was in perfect view of Santana. Brittany had nothing even covering her body. Quinn went into the laundry room and grabbed a blanket for her blonde friend. Quinn covered her friend and placed her hand on the other blonde's shoulder.
"Brittany," Quinn said quietly giving Brittany a small shake.
The other blonde slowly started to stir, opening her eyes seeing her cheerio friend. She gave Quinn a small smile, as she snuggled into the blanket.
"Hey Britt," Quinn said softly. "You ok?"
Brittany gave a small nod, and immediately felt the effects of the previous might. She slowly sat up placing get hand on her head, letting the blanket fall to her waist.
"My head," Brittany finally said.
"Why don't you head upstairs and get dressed?" Quinn suggested.
Brittany looked down at her exposed chest, then around.
"Where's Artie?" She asked not seeing her boyfriend.
Quinn gave a shrug. Brittany got up and went to find her top and shorts. Not even bothering to grab her pink bra that was hanging on the wall behind her. She ran upstairs using the blanket to keep herself covered. Once out of sight Quinn decided to wake up the rest of the room.
"WAKE UP!" Quinn yelled clapping her hands.
Everyone jumped and moaned being woken up abruptly.
"What the fuck Q?" Santana asked sitting up.
"Oh I'm sorry did I wake you?" Quinn asked sarcastically.
Santana got up and invaded Quinn's space. "What is your problem?" Santana yelled.
The high volume of the Latina's voice caused everyone to moan again.
"My problem," Quinn started in a level voice. "Is coming downstairs and finding your supposed best friend lying naked on stage."
The color from Santana's face vanished. "What?" she whispered.
"And your head was in perfect view of her –" Quinn started but Santana placed a hand over her mouth.
"Where is she?" Santana asked.
"She ran upstairs, my guess the bathroom."
Santana released Quinn's mouth and ran upstairs. Quinn watched the cheerio run upstairs. She knew there was always more than a friendship between them, but never thought she'd see Santana sink so low. Quinn looked around the room. Everyone was staring at Quinn in silence.
"What?" She asked her fellow glee club. "Get your asses up, and move your cars. I have to go run an errand and you all blocked me in."
Quinn made her way to the stairs and stopped after a few steps. She turned facing everyone, remembering something. "Does anyone know where Artie is?"
Everyone looked at each other, and then shrugged. Quinn rolled her eyes and continued her climb up the stairs. She made her way into Rachel's kitchen to drink some water. Her head was hurting, but had been ignoring the pain because she was taking care of everyone else. She grabbed a glass and filled it with water. When she turned around she saw something she wasn't expecting. There was someone on the other side of island of Rachel's kitchen. Quinn found Artie. He was slumped over in his chair passed out.
Quinn placed her foot on the foot rest of Artie's chair, and gave the chair a push. The sudden movement of the chair abruptly woke up Artie causing him lean back. He would've fallen if he didn't have the two small wheels hiding in the back.
"Oh good your awake," Quinn said sarcastically.
Artie reached for his head, moaning at the pain he was feeling.
"Time to go Artie," Quinn told the boy.
"Quinn?" the boy finally said. "What the hell?"
"I have to run an errand. Time to go," Quinn said without telling how she found his girlfriend.
Quinn heard the sounds of moaning as everyone came up from the viewing room. Quinn made her way to the bathroom to check on Brittany. She gave the door a knock, "Brittany?"
The door slowly opened revealing a fully clothed Brittany, "Hey Q."
"You ok?" Quinn asked.
"Yea, fine."
"Where's Santana?" Quinn asked looking past her.
"She came up and checked on me, and then left."
"You have a ride home?"
"I came with Artie, Mike and Tina. So yea, I'll be ok."
Quinn pulled the other blonde into a hug. "If you need anything…"
"Thanks Quinn," Brittany said with an innocent smile. She made her way out of the Berry residence to go home.
Quinn followed the other blonde outside to her car. She didn't want to leave her girlfriend alone for much longer. Once everyone cleared the driveway Quinn ran home and was back before Rachel woke up. Quinn placed her bag on the floor and pulled out the bottle of Motrin. She sat on the bed and moved the hair out of Rachel's face. The light touch woke up the petite girl.
"Hey," Quinn whispered when Rachel's eyes were open.
"Hey," Rachel replied.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like a truck ran me over. What is the point of getting drunk if this is the after effects?" Rachel asked.
"For the way it makes you feel at that moment in time. It also lets people act in ways they wouldn't in day to day life."
"Like Santana crying or you vocalizing your anger…"
"Or your flirtation," Quinn added.
A small smile crept on Rachel's face. "Are you complaining?"
"No, but I feel guilty."
"Why?"
"Because you seem to have some difficulty remembering the events of last night," Quinn answered.
Rachel repositioned herself so her head was resting in Quinn's lap. Quinn instinctively started stroking Rachel's hair.
"At first I couldn't. The pain and feeling of nausea was overpowering. After you took care of me and brought me back to bed. It all came back to me while I was sleeping. And I'm happy it did," Rachel said.
Quinn smiled, "So am I."
Quinn stayed the rest of the weekend. They continued to feel the effects of Rachel's party into Monday as well as the rest of the glee club. They were too sick to be mad or annoyed by Quinn with the way she woke them up.
Quinn drove Rachel to school on Monday. They walked into school still wearing their sunglasses, as well as the rest of the glee club. They were talking about their weekend of sickness, and lies they told their parents when Artie rolled over to them. He had a thermos filled with bloody Maries to help with their hangovers. The alcohol did help the hangovers and gave them the idea to perform "Blame it on the Alcohol" for the assembly.
They decided to meet in the auditorium after school and performed the song for Mr. Shue. By that time the thermos of bloody was empty. Some glee members, like Rachel, Santana and Mercedes, to name a few, drank more of the mixed drink than the other members. They were acting a little more drunk than the rest. Convincing Mr. Shuster that they were really good actors. He then continued to point out the song is glorifying alcohol. He reminds them they're to sing about the dangers of alcohol.
"Good luck with that," Mercedes said swaying.
"Mr. Shue?" Rachel said from the couch that was holding her up making her way to the front of the stage. She points to her teacher. "First of all, that vest is very cute. You are all kinds of awesome."
Mr. Shuster looked at his vest confused by the comment, then smiled at the second comment. Rachel reached out for Mike's arm to hold herself up. "But second, maybe there's really no songs about the dangers of drinking because there's really none as long as you have a proper designated driver."
Mr. Shue let out a sigh not liking what he just heard. Rachel looked up at Mike, grabbing hold of his shirt, bunching it up. "I ever told you how great you are?" she said to the boy holding her up.
Tina heard the comment and grabbed Mike's other arm, pulling him away from Rachel. She nearly fell from losing her crutch. The person next to Mike was Santana, and she was not going to risk using Santana as her crutch. She took a step to her right and Sam was the next closest body. She used him to hold herself up. Mr. Shue continued to list off the dangers of drinking causing Santana to start crying. He was confused by the outbreak. Brittany immediately went to Santana wrapping her arms around her best friend.
Angry Quinn came out. She was a little tipsy, so it helped her argument. She took a step away from the couch. "You're such a hypocrite. You drink. Most adults do."
"She's right," Rachel said letting go of Sam. She took the step over to Quinn. She wrapped her arms around her waist. "And she knows all about hypocrisy," Rachel said looking up at Quinn.
Quinn rolled her eyes. Not liking the honest flirty Rachel when she drank.
Puck finished the argument, pointing out the media shows that drinking is fun. Mr. Shue stops the argument telling them they're going to be spending the day thinking of songs for the assembly.
The students all filed out of the auditorium. Rachel was still holding onto Quinn as they made their way to the side of the stage. Rachel then began guiding Quinn to the backstage area.
"Where are we going?" Quinn asked feeling Rachel push her.
"Shhh, just follow me," Rachel said letting go of Quinn's waist grabbing her hand.
Rachel brought Quinn into the prop room pinning her against the door. She reached up and pulled Quinn down into a searing kiss. Quinn let out a soft muffled moan. Quinn's hand found Rachel's hips, pulling her closer pressing their bodies together. Rachel snuck her leg between Quinn's. She let out a gasp feeling the cool leather against her skin between her legs. She released Rachel's lips moving them to Rachel's neck. Quinn instinctively started grinding against Rachel's leg. Rachel started moving her hips in tune with Quinn, bringing her girlfriend over the edge. Quinn bit down to keep from being too loud and getting caught.
Rachel continued to grind against Quinn until her neck was released. Quinn then kissed Rachel pushing her against the opposite wall. She snuck her hand in Rachel's pants. "You're turn," Quinn whispered into Rachel's lips.
Rachel smiled feeling Quinn's fingers move down then back up her slit. Quinn circled her fingers around Rachel's clit causing her to moan. She then moved them down and inserted them into Rachel without hesitance. Rachel let out a gasp feeling Quinn inside her. "Quinn," Rachel said surprised.
Quinn stopped all movements. She looked Rachel in the eyes concerned. "You ok? You want me to stop?"
Rachel shook her head. "No, feels…" Rachel trailed off rotating her hips, moving Quinn's fingers inside her. "Amazing," she finished.
Quinn smiled reconnecting their lips, as she started to move her hand, moving her fingers in and out of Rachel. Rachel met Quinn's fingers thrust for thrust. Quinn used the palm of her hand to press against Rachel's clit. Rachel's arms wrapped even tighter around Quinn keeping her from pulling away. Pulling her nails over the blonde's shoulders and upper back, leaving red tails over her skin. Quinn moaned feeling the burn of Rachel's nails on her skin.
Quinn moved her lips to Rachel's jaw and started kissing her way down her neck. She curled her fingers in Rachel sending her over the edge. Rachel let out a throaty moan, as her body started shaking. Quinn moved back to Rachel's mouth to drown out her moans. She didn't want to get caught.
"Mmm… Quinn," Rachel let out as she finally came down. "That was amazing."
Quinn smiled, and gave Rachel a chaste kiss. She slowly pulled her fingers out of Rachel and brought them to her lips. She slowly licked them clean, as Rachel watched.
Quinn let out a soft moan she leaned into Rachel. "You taste so good," she whispered in a sultry voice.
A wave of arousal washed over Rachel. She grasped Quinn kissing her, forcing her tongue into her mouth. Quinn gently grasped Rachel's hips pulling her away. Rachel stuck out her bottom lip.
"Why are we in the prop closet when you have the house to yourself?" Quinn asked.
Rachel smiled at the reminder. "Good point. You want to come over?"
Quinn released Rachel's hips and grasped her hands. "I want to. But if I do I won't want to leave."
"So…"
"So, my mother might not be happy. Not to mention she noticed we've been spending a lot of time together. She may get suspicious and become the typical strict parent," Quinn countered.
"Okay," Rachel said in a sad voice.
"Come on, let me drive you home."
Quinn wrapped her arm around the small brunette's waist guiding her out of the prop room.