The next morning, Quinn woke up with a killer hangover. As she lay in bed, squeezing her eyes shut and willing the pain to go away, she could hear Rachel's faint voice singing a song from Wicked over the sound of running water. Quinn rolled her eyes, jealous of how Rachel never seemed to be effected by hangovers.
With a groan, Quinn rolled out of bed and walked out of her room, careful to be quiet so she didn't wake Brittany, who was asleep on the couch. Quietly, Quinn found an advil and popped it in her mouth, taking a drink of water to down it. Once it was down, she leaned against the counter, squeezing her eyes shut and willing it to work faster.
"Hey, Quinn!" Rachel said brightly as she glided into the kitchen, happy as can be. In response, Quinn mumbled unintelligible, waving her hand in a dismissive gesture. "Aw, hangover?" Rachel frowned sympathetically.
"How is it you are never hungover?" Quinn asked, groaning as Rachel drew open the kitchen curtains.
"Oops, sorry." Rachel said as she closed the curtains. "I don't know, too much talent overruns hangovers."
Quinn scoffed. "Well, wanna send over some of that talent to overrun my hangover?" Quinn gave her a puppy dog look and jutted out her bottom lip.
Rachel laughed and patted Quinn's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Quinn, but my talent is specially reserved for me." Quinn scoffed again. "Now, you should probably have a shower before Britt wakes up."
"Yes, mom," Quinn said jokingly and smirked before walking into the washroom.
Her shower was quick and in less than five minutes she was in her room, pulling on a cream babydoll dress. She had just started to brush her damp hair when Brittany, clad in a towel, walked in. "Oh, no, no, no. Not happening. You're worse than Rachel." Brittany sent her a sympathetic smile and tugged on her dress. "If we're going to the see the guys perform there is no way you're wearing that." Quinn laughed and looked down at her dress.
"What's wrong with this?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and smoothing out her dress.
"For one, it's a night club, not a country club. And two, if you want to get in Puck's pants, that is not going to work." Brittany moved, walking to Quinn's closet and filed through her dresses, still in only a towel.
"I know it's not a country club, if it were a county club I would wear something way more expensive and my mom would have bought me a new neckl- Wait, what? I do not want to get in Puck's pants! I just broke up with someone." Quinn sank down on her bed, knowing her arguments weren't going to get her anywhere. During high school, when Brittany and Rachel started to become friends, Rachel's stubbornness had rubbed itself onto Brittany, only worse.
"Yeah, and that someone was a douche bag."
"And Puck isn't?"
Brittany paused and pulled here bottom lip into her mouth.
"Exactly." Quinn smiled triumphantly. "So can I just wear this?"
"No! Puck might seem like a douche bag, but maybe you could change him?" Brittany looked over and caught her friend's eye with a hopeful smile for a moment before turning back and pulling out a black and white babydoll dress from the closet and shaking her head, tsking, and putting it back in to continue her search.
"What makes you think I could?" Quinn raised an eyebrow, confused. Brittany had hated every single one of Quinn's past boyfriends, had even called bullshit on her relationship with Sam and high school, but suddenly she was encouraging her to be with one of the biggest assholes Quinn had ever met.
Brittany shrugged. "Call it Unicorn's radar."
"What..." Quinn was used to Brittany's sometimes not-so-smart ideas or 'facts' but this was way strange.
"Unicorn's radar. Like, what's it called, women's tuition. I just feel like it'll work out." She tossed a grin over her shoulder.
"Intuition, Britt. Women's intuition." Quinn smiled to herself and shook her head. "Either way, Puck's an asshole, end of story. He's probably sleeping with some girl backstage before the show as we speak."
"Or he's moping around backstage wishing you were there."
Quinn rolled her eyes and tossed a small throw pillow from her bed at Brittany. It hit the back of her head and bounced toward the door where an annoyed Rachel stood. She was wearing a skin tight, sleeveless black dress that pushed her breasts up, making them look a lot larger than they were and ended several inches above her knees. Her back hair was tousled and loose around her shoulders. "This is not okay, Brittany!"
Quinn burst out laughing, holding onto her stomach. "Oh... my ... gawd," she spurred through her laughter. "It's like your Madonna phase in high school."
Brittany shot her a look before turning to Rachel. "I like it! You look totally hot, Finn's going to be all over you."
"You think so?" Rachel's eyes went wide and hopeful. "Wait, no! I cannot go out in public in...this."
"Why not?" Brittany jutted out her bottom lip, the brightness in her eyes lessening.
"B-because!" Rachel had always been the weakest link when it came to refusing Brittany, but she was showing exceptional self-control. "Because it's wrong and it shows way too much! I look like a... hooker." She said the last word quietly, leaning in, like she was scared she'd get struck down for saying it out loud.
"No! You look hot!"
"Brittany," Rachel wined, "you can't make me wear this."
"Pleease, Rachie?" Brittany full on pouted, her eyes going big and round.
Rachel bit her lip, a battle clearly going in her mind. "Fine!" She finally caved, flinching back as she did.
"Yay!" Brittany cheered then turned to Quinn. "Just wait to see your dress!"
Instantly, Quinn's smiled dropped like a rock. "Crap..."
Rachel laughed and pulled the neckline of her dress up a little. "Good luck, Quinnie." Quinn's glared followed Rachel out of the room.
"No. No, no, no. No. Did I say no?" Quinn stared at her reflection in the mirror, mouth gaping open and head shaking back and forth wildly.
"Oh, c'mon Quinn! Rachel's going to where her's!" Brittany bit her lip, looking at Quinn with wide, pleading eyes.
"B-but... Brittany!" The dress was a dark blue, tight, definitely form fitting, and ended about four inches above the knee. The dress had thin straps that were covered by Quinn's flowing, wavy, blonde hair. A blue bow in her hair was the only thing she liked – or at least, didn't hate – from her outfit.
"Please, Quinn! Puck wont be able to get his eyes off you!"
"Exactly!" Quinn said, exasperated.
"Fine, forget about Puck; it's a bar, there has to be at least one guy that will like you. You need a rebound for Erik. Please, please, pretty please!"
"... Fine."
"Oh my god, thank you, Quinn! This is going to be awesome! Now, I have to change, I'll be back at 8." Brittany shot her a grin before walking to the living room, changing into her clothes from the day before and going home. With a sigh, Quinn looked at the clock at her bedside table. 6:50 PM, it read. A full 40 minutes for them to do whatever before leaving to the bar. Quinn groaned and walked into the living room, plopping down beside Rachel.
"Brittany hates us." Rachel declared, tugging her neckline up. Quinn nodded in agreement, huffing.
45 minutes later, Brittany, her blonde hair curled around her head, a black bow in her hair, and bright yellow, short dress, black pump on her feet, Rachel, still wearing her black dress, but with a black scraf around her neck in an attempt to cover some cleavage, wearing black booties, and Quinn, still in her blue dress, but with a black leather jacket over it, feet nestled in black ballet flats, stood in the bar where Finn and Puck were to play.
"When's Sam going to get here?" Rachel asked, raising her voice to be heard over the music.
"He said he's parking right now," Brittany replied, looking up from her phone to look for Sam. In less than 5 minutes, Sam, his blond hair just the perfect amount of messy, wearing a blue plaid shirt and dark blue jeans, feet in a pair of clean, white Nikes, came up beside them.
"Hey, wha- What? Q-quinn, Rachel?" Sam's eyes bugged out as he took in their attire. "No. Nope. No. Ne. Every other version of no possible. No. We're going home right now and finding you guys parkas! Oh my god, I'm going to faint." Sam blinked, holding a hand onto Brittany's shoulder. Sam had taken over the 'big brother' role for the three of them when Quinn and Rachel became Brittany's best friends in high school.
Brittany laughed. "Chill, Sam."
"Chill? Their dresses are made of tissue paper! A sheet of tissue paper. Oh my god, I can feel every guy in the room defiling you two with their eyes." Sam looked like he was about to punch a wall.
"Defile? I haven't been a virgin since you and I had sex Senior year." Quinn raised an eyebrow at him.
"Yes, but I defiled you, and I was extremely gentlemanly about it. If Rachel would let me I would do the same for her, but she's still pure and these freaks are no doubt thinking unforgivable things about her right now."
"Sam, you and I were and never have been in love like you and Quinn were, for us to have ... that, would be wrong. I'm waiting for love. And these guys can think all they want, though it is extremely disrespectful, nothing will happen." Rachel assured him, smiling.
"Unless Finn wants to.." Brittany said, smirking.
"Finn? Who is Finn? Who do I have to punch? Rachel, god dammit, tell me." Sam raised his eyebrows.
"No one! Brittany's just joking! I promise," Rachel bit her lip while Quinn laughed beside her. "Oh, shut it, Quinn, we all know you and Puck will be having sex tomorrow night, if not today," Rachel blurted out in an extremely uncharacteristic way, before slapping a hand to her mouth as if to push the words back in.
"What?" Sam practically yelled, turning on Quinn. "Who is Puck? Why are you going to have sex with a guy named Puck!"
"A douche bag! The only contact I plan to ever have with him is punching him in the nose." Quinn rolled her eyes and smiled at Sam.
"Okay, okay good. Let's just find a table before I pass out. And for god's sake, cover up!" Sam steered Rachel and Quinn in front of him towards an empty table near the middle, as Brittany trailed behind, laughing.
They had been sitting together for about 10 minutes before Puck and Finn found them. "Hey," Finn said, grinning his dorky grin.
Rachel beamed. "Hello, Finn."
"Finn?" Sam said, turning to Rachel, and raising his eyebrows. Rachel flushed and dropped her head in her hand.
"Yeah, hey, you must be Sam." Finn grinned at the blonde boy.
"Yup..."
"Wow..." Puck narrowed his eyes at Sam. "Your mouth is huge. How many balls can you fit in there?"
Sam looked questionably at Brittany who mouthed 'Puck!' before turning back to Puck. "I don't put balls in my mouth, do you?" Quinn covered her laugh with a cough and leaned back in her chair. Finn laughed approvingly.
Finn opened his mouth to say something just as a sexy lantina strolled up. She wore a short, tight red dress with one sleeve, her hair a tangle of curls around her head. "Guys, c'mon! You're on in 10." Sam's jaw dropped as her took her in. Santana, noticing this, smirked. "Sorry, guppy lips, but I play for a different team." Sam closed his mouth, flushing faintly with embarrassment, while Brittany frowned.
"There's teams?" she asked, her eyebrows knitting together.
"Oh, no, Brittany," Rachel said, "She means...uh."
"I'm gay, you know, a lesbian." Santana cut in.
"Oh.." Brittany said, "So you like girls. I bet you're unicorn!"
Santana frowned. "Um, what?"
"Unicorn. It means you're not afraid to show off your unicorn-ness and you're proud of what you are. You know, like unicorns are proud of their power, and horn." Brittany grinned at Santana. "I'm unicorn, well, bicorn."
Santana smiled – no smirk, an actual smile – and chuckled. "I see..." Brittany grinned back and Quinn bit down on her lip. Beside her, Sam stiffened, just slightly, at the hunger in Santana's dark eyes.
Hey! Sorry for falling off the face of the planet. I totally forgot about this story. I promise to update more often, though.
Haha, I love writing protective!Sam. It's so much fun. And don't worry, they'll be more Quick soon and tons of Brittana. And Samcedes will make their grand appearance in the next chapter.
Oh, and I don't own Glee ~