With fall break coming to a close I'm going to try to update every week now! Thank you for your continued support and interest in this story.
What you missed- Quinn learns what Rachel does and LOVES it
In this chapter- cute Faberry bonding. and the next step finally?
The rest of the run through went off without a hitch, well sort of. As for the moment that Tina had talked about, the one where everything aligns and is perfect. Well for Quinn it was the entire thing. After she learned that Rachel was Elphaba she could not tear her eyes from the star while she sang and danced. Nothing could go wrong as long as Rachel was singing. Well some things did go wrong, actually a lot of things. Wardrobe malfunctions, music mishaps, one of the dancers had to leave, bleeding, in the middle of a number after being accidentally elbowed in the nose. The run through seemed to both go on forever and fly by in seconds, before Quinn knew it the actors were lining up on stage for a quick bow.
Tina appeared at Quinn's elbow, "Magical huh? Just wait for opening night." the shorter woman's grey shirt was stained with what the blonde could only imagine was the dancer's blood. Yup, pretty freakin magical. "That is the biggest grin I have ever seen! What are you smirking at?"
Quickly composing her face, Quinn shot back, "I was not smirking. It was just you know, Broadway musical magic!"
"Ok, you might want to go check in a mirror, you have some Broadway musical magic smeared on your cheek." Tina gestured to the green streak Rachel had left earlier that night. "Our job is only half over. We still have the clean up... Joy!"
"Great Job," a booming voice called through a megaphone from the back of the theater, Who actually uses megaphones aside from high school cheerleading and football coaches trying to intimidate teenagers. The crew came out onto the stage to be addressed by the mystery man. "For the first run through it's a great jumping off point and I do believe that was the smallest number of casualties we have ever had during one of these." Squinting, Quinn was able to make out the figure in the back of the theater as the Director, William Schuster. This man sure knows how to rant, they would probably be standing there for a while. "Now I would like to go over a few notes I have here for all of you..."
A small hand came to rest against Quinn's lower back, eliciting a shiver from the blonde while warm breath whispered across her neck, "Some people from the cast are going out to get celebratory drinks sooner rather than later. I was wondering if you would be interested in joining us?"
"I would love to." Quinn managed to reply in a strangled voice.
"Great, everyone normally slips out during the speech and we all meet at a bar down the street. I'll come find you when I'm making a run for it." Rachel turned to go, motioning at Kurt wildly to go back to make-up with her to remove her wig and facial paint. The brunette's hand slipped off Quinn's back but the spot it had been blazed hot as fire.
Tina's going to kill me. She is going to kick my ass and then kill me. Shooting a covert look around the stage she managed to spot the Main Stage Manager who seemed to be deep in conversation with the head of lighting. Sneaking over she was able to hear their dialogue.
"Really Tina? I'll put twenty bucks on an hour and a half."
"Ok, I still have my money on two hours. With all the bad nose jokes he's going to try to crack we are going to be here for a while."
Her colleagues had some serious gambling issues... Or they just got bored way too easily. "What are we betting on this time?" Quinn asked making both guilty parties jump.
Tina recovered first, "How long Shue is going to go on for this time."
"Oh yeah I'm leaning towards the two hours. Any way, I wanted to ask you a few things Tina." Quinn was still trying to decide how to word this in order to be allowed to go out instead of cleaning up.
The shorter woman arched an eyebrow, already suspicious, "Shoot."
"Remember when you said I was your favorite ASM? And that I should learn to let loose more?"
"Yeah I do."
"And remember how for half of last week you and I were the last ones to leave the theater?"
Now Tina was definitely suspicious, "Q, just cut to the chase."
"Rachel just asked me to go out with the cast for a celebratory drink tonight. Can I pretty please with a cherry on top go and make it up to you for missing the clean up?" She asked in a rush.
The lighting manager's head suddenly whipped around, "Did you just say that Rachel asked you? To go out with the cast? This is monumental, no member with the crew has ever been asked to go out with the cast."
Now Quinn was really confused. "Is it really that big of a deal?"
"The cast and the crew, it's like the big divide. Sure we have to work together and we may be friends but theres an unspoken line that doesn't get crossed. Outside of the musical we do our thing and they do theirs." Tina explained. This is so melodramatic. It can't be that bad, everyone on the cast was so nice.
"So is that a yes?"
"Yes have fun. But you so owe me."
Quinn flung her arms around a startled Tina. "Thank you, thank you so much!"
The stage manager smiled. "Shh, Shue will hear you. Get out of here."
The blonde made a bee line for make up, depositing her clip board and headset in the ASM closet on her way. Quinn paused just outside the door to catch her breath and fix her hair. From inside she could hear muffled voices-
"Hurry up Kurt, we need to get out of here. I don't want her to think I've left her."
"Stop squirming! I'm doing the best I can. You know what happens when I don't get it all off properly. You break out and that is the LAST thing we need before opening night!" This was clearly not the first time that lecture had been given.
"Fine but I'm going to start undoing the dress and you can't stop me!" There was a scraping and the sound of a zipper being torn open.
"Be careful with that! My God Rachel, that dress costs 2,000 dollars. We had to have you fitted three different times!"- Smirking, Quinn let her presence be known and pushed her way into the room. "Hey! Everybody decent?" But the question was ineffective as she had already entered and now bore witness to a squirming Rachel trying to shrug the dress the rest the way down her body and an annoyed Kurt standing on his toes trying to wipe away the rest of green along the singer's hairline.
"Hey Quinn! Will you come over here and give me a hand with this?" Rachel stood up straight revealing she was now only in a black bra with the dress bunched up around her waist. "It seems to be caught on something behind me." The brunette turned and shook her rear suggestively in the younger woman's direction who tried to swallow around the rapidly forming lump in her throat.
"Sure" She managed to squeak out. Slowly she approached the diva and reached out to grasp the material around Rachel's waist. God she is so warm. As she shifted the dress around trying to find where it was caught. Her finger brushed the exposed skin of the brunette's lower back and both women shared a shiver that had nothing to do with the temperature. After a couple more seconds and accidental brushes Quinn managed to unzip the dress the rest of the way and it fell unceremoniously to the floor, a black puddle around Rachel's bare feet.
"Thanks."
"Any time." Quinn replied suddenly shy and found a familiar blush alight on her cheeks when she realized the brunette was wearing only a matching black bra and panty set. "Do you need anymore help?"
"No I think I'm good now that Kurt's finally finished de-greening me." She stepped out of the dress and headed towards a bag sitting on a chair and pulling out a pair of skinny jeans and a shirt. "I'll be ready in a second."
"OK." Quinn adverted her eyes, determined to look somewhere, anywhere but at the nearly naked woman in front of her. That's a lovely carpet pattern. I wonder how much money they spent on carpet here. Why is a make-up room carpeted? Wouldn't the make-up get into the fibers and stain it all? Oh but God forbid the actors have to pad around on cold hard floors before putting on their shoes.
"Ok, let's blow this joint." Rachel announced with a hair flip, effectively snapping Quinn out of her floor centered mental rant. "We normally just leave out the paparazzi door and all of the actors meet up at a bar once they sneak out."
"Paparazzi door?"
"It's a door the leads behind the theater that only we know about so the actors can leave without being ambushed. Don't worry new girl, I won't lose you." With that she grabbed a hold of Quinn's hand and pulled her out of the makeup room. Maybe this whole 'taking charge' thing Kurt thinks she has to do won't be too hard.
-v-v-
After about an hour Quinn found herself tucked tightly between Rachel and an actor that was a member of the chorus on a couch at the bar with a drink in her hand. Snuggling in closer to the brunette, she found herself captivated by a story of the mishaps that occurred during Funny Girl. "And then this poor little Rachel here," the slightly more inebriated actor telling the story reached over and swatted the diva's knee, "wanted so badly to be allowed to come out with us to the bar after our final run through so Shue let her and somebody had tequila for the first time. Five minutes later we found her molesting a waitress in the bathroom!"
Quinn cocked an eyebrow at the older woman who cleared her throat and said, with a practiced ease that hinted this was not the first time this story had been told, "Maybe that wouldn't have happened if someone hadn't let me drink so much of it, and if there was any molesting going on in that bathroom the waitress came on to me. She wasn't even my type."
"And what is your type?" The blonde asked, tipping her head up to make eye contact with Rachel while the rest of the group bursted with laughter.
"Blonde, talented, intelligent, unique, and independent." Rachel responded without pause.
"Hmm." Quinn replied sipping thoughtfully on her drink. "And are you in a relationship with any such person?" Drunk Quinn was brave and not afraid to get answers.
"Haha, somebody's straight forward. No I am not currently in a relationship." the singer laughed. "What about you? Is there a special guy in your lifer? Special girl?" The Latina roommate coming to mind with the last question.
"Nope, no special guy and no special girl... currently."
"Then I will feel significantly less like a bitch in asking you to dance!" The brunette's eyes lit up as she offered her hand to the younger girl.
"I love dancing!" Quinn squealed putting her drink down and jumping to her feet. "Guys Rachel and I are going to dance!" she announced loudly to the whole group. She was a loud, giggly, straightforward drunk.
"Come on new girl." Rachel half dragged the blonde away from the group and onto the dance floor. Their movements began friendly enough, just two slightly drunk girls enjoying a night out. But soon enough they changed into something more. The occasional bumps became intentional until they were full on grinding. For a moment Quinn pushed herself firmly against Rachel's back who moaned in appreciation at the contact that had been on her mind since she met the blonde. A quiet voice nagged in the back of Rachel's mind 'This is a bad idea, imagine what people would say if someone were to get a picture of this and give it to a paparazzi.' That voice, however, was drowned out by a much louder voice that was practically screaming 'GET HER HOME AND NEVER LET GO OF HER!' So that's exactly what she did. Spinning around so they were front to front, Rachel pulled Quinn flush against her, she whispered in her ear. "Wanna get out of here?" It was so cliche and she kicked herself for dropping to that level. 'Pull yourself together Rachel.'
The blonde laughed and replied, "I would love to get out of here. Oh can we go bowling!?" Rachel couldn't help it. She laughed. And once she started to laugh she couldn't stop. After a couple seconds she realized what she was laughing about. She had planned on taking this girl home and finally going further than they had before but now with Quinn giggling and hanging onto her for support Rachel realized just how wrong that would be and how unfair it would be to the both of them. Quinn was just so damn adorable and the first step they made would be meaningful and sweet and not clouded by alcohol.
"Sure Quinn, we can go bowling. But maybe tomorrow." Still holding the blonde securely to her, Rachel carefully picked her way over to their group to say her good byes. "Looks like you all have a new girl who doesn't handle her liquor to make fun of." She announced coming up to the other actors.
"Thats a lie!" the young woman slurred. "I can do anything!"
"Sure you can honey." Rachel dismissed the taller girl who snuggled her head on Rachel's shoulder. "I'm gonna get her home. Don't you all get in too much trouble now!"
"Same goes for you Rachel! We still remember to the last girl you helped home." Kurt replied. God he was such a vocal drunk. "Blushed every single time you looked at her until Shue finally had to let her go because she was a distraction."
"Bye Kurt!" she finally ended his rant and spun on her heel taking Quinn with her.
The cab ride was... interesting... to say the least. Quinn spent it alternating between interrogating Rachel on all of her past girlfriends and loudly singing along to the radio. Her voice was actually quite beautiful. When they reached their destination Rachel pulled the taller woman out of the cab and supported her with up the seemingly endless flights of stairs until they found themselves standing outside of a familiar door.
"Rachel! Long time no see Berry." Santana greeted the other brunette when she opened the door to reveal the actress struggling under Quinn's weight. The blonde had given up completely trying to support herself while they waited for Santana answer the door.
"Hey. Can I get a bit of help here?"
"Yeah, I hope she was a well behaved drunk. She can be a bit of a handful I know but you have to admit that she is kind of entertaining, in a tipsy toddler sort of way."
"Santana! Hi! Rachel is going to take me bowling! Aren't you Rachie!?"Quinn half yelled excitedly as she stumbled towards the Latina.
"Of course I am honey. But right now we are going to go to sleep. How does that sound?" In Rachel's experience the patronizing was the easiest way to get a drunk girl to comply with her. "She was simply adorable. I think I may like drunk Quinn more than sober Quinn."
"Mmm I like sleep." By this time Santana and Rachel had managed to help a tipsy Quinn into the shared bedroom and just barely deposited her onto the bed. The actress was turning to leave when a small hand shot out and grabbed her arm. "Don't leave Rachie."
"After living with her I definitely like drunk Quinn better. But I refuse to be responsible for any of her actions so please, do stay over. You can like babysit her while I get sleep and go to work tomorrow" Santana smirked from across the room as she crawled back into her own bed.
"Ok, scoot over Quinn." Rachel carefully slipped beneath the covers next to Quinn who wasted no time in snuggling up to the blonde and throwing her arms around the older woman. 'This must be some horrible karmactic revenge thing' Rachel thought relaxing and turning into Quinn's embrace smiling when the blonde's deep exhale rustled her bangs.
Hope you liked it! To come in the next chapters; opening night, Faberry kiss finally!, an accident leaves them shaken, and a hopeful Britanna meeting! Please Read and Review. I love hearing what you all think! Also if you find any grammar or spelling mistakes don't be afraid to let me know, I would love to induct you into the order of the English Nazis!