I know it's been a while... so i very much apologize.
I was going to make this chapter and the next chapter one, but i figured i'd spread it out a bit.
Please review! I'd love to hear what you're thinking!
It had been 3 weeks and neither Quinn or Casey had said a word to Judy Fabray about their... same-sex tendencies. Family dinner was assembled with uncomfortable conversations, and nervous glances between the sisters that were somehow unnoticed by their mother.
Quinn and Rachel hadn't had sex for almost a month, and it was driving the blonde crazy. Casey hadn't heard anything from Rachel about the dilemma, but Quinn would walk around school with a grimace and return home irritated and needing to take a shower.
As far as Casey observed, everyone in Glee Club was acting a little disturbed.
Kurt and Sam weren't as lovey-dovey as they were usually, Mercedes looked like she was starving herself, Artie sat in the back every single Glee practice, watching Tina and Mike who were in some kind of fight about which Asian college they should tour over the weekend, the freshman boys barely showed up to practice anymore. Somehow Rachel was acting as demanding as ever for sectional set-list, seemingly unscathed by the lack of Quinn she was receiving. Brittany of course was bubbly and friendly, however she would uncomfortably squirm in her chair every ten seconds. Santana made sure absolutely no time would go past where the two weren't attached, almost as if she was afraid to leave her blonde unmonitored.
Puck of course was the only one who seemed to be withstanding whatever it had been that was torturing the rest of the club. Casey's thesis: He was the only one getting laid.
Of course Casey was unaffected as well. She had never had sex, therefore the lack of it didn't influence her, but what did impact the freshman, was the rage and aggravation simply radiating off of the people around her. Puck was the only person the young blond could stand to be around these days, which wasn't a terrible thing necessarily, but she couldn't get away from the rest of the club members negative discharge.
"We have to get them back together." Casey said wearily in Puck's basement one afternoon. The two high schoolers were on one of the less-than-pristine couch Puck's mother had decided to eject from their living room. The blond lazily pressed buttons on a PS2 controller as Puck vigorously punched at keys beside her.
"They aren't even broken up." Puck hissed, his eyes glued intently on the old television screen three feet before him. It was raining outside, hard, and Casey's hair was still a little damp from riding her bike to his house not shorter than a half-hour ago.
"They aren't having sex which is almost as terrible." Casey stated. Hushing the word 'sex' because the floors were thin, and Puck's mother was directly upstairs. Casey was the only girl Molly Puckerman allowed in the house, something about Puck telling his mother she was 'a great big lesbo' had somehow gotten through to her. "And it's driving me insane." Casey gently pushed at buttons while she was inevitably beating a flustered Puck.
"That's a little messed up." Puck smirked, extracting a punch to his arm from the girl beside him.
"You know what I mean." Casey said, concluding the game with a final push of a button and a defeated Puck, leaning back and grabbing a juice box from the side table. "Quinn wakes up unhappy, goes around school unhappy, glee and cheerios practice unhappy. It's bothersome."
"Well Fabro, the only way Rachel is going to have sex with her, is if the both of you tell a Miss Judy Fabray about the late nights you two spend fantasizing about other women." Puck said taking a deep slurp, then pulling a red cooler from beside him and tossing another juice box to the freshman. The idea of juice boxes were a little unsophisticated, but Casey wasn't the biggest fan of drinking beer at three o'clock in the afternoon, and Puck wasn't about to get drunk by himself.
"I know, I know." Casey rolled her eyes.
"I don't think you do." Puck situated himself on the couch so he was facing his friend. "Because if you two don't suck it up and tell Mommy, then the entire group is going to stay in this funk. Santana won't put out and guess what, Fabray, that's bothersome for me." However, Casey wasn't exactly losing sleep knowing that Santana wasn't having sex with anyone at this point.
"You're right... I guess." Casey organized her brain for a second. "We can tell her ...tonight..." The blond smiled triumphantly.
"I hope by "we" you mean you and your sister, yeah?" Noah asked nervously. Casey shook her head slowly, smile continuously not fading.
"You should come," Casey tilted her head pleadingly, knitting her eyebrows.
"Absolutely not Casey." Puck picked up the controller again, hoping to terminate the conversation and initiate a rematch, but Casey's hand gently took the controller from his.
"Come on, please?" She set it down in between them.
"First of all... I'm a jew.. it would throw off the entire dynamic... and second, your mom isn't the biggest fan of mine on account of my knocking up your sister." The mohawked boy reasoned.
"You'll be moral support, and maybe my mom wasn't thrilled when Quinn was like "Lol Mom my eggo is preggo" but this news would be like... almost canceling out that news."
"How does that work?" Puck squinted disbelievingly.
"Well, it's almost like.. you were the last boy my mom knew Quinn dated... and now that she's gay... no one's going to be knocking her up any time soon. Soooo, it's like you gayed-her-up, and now no one will ever put another bun in her oven. Like you've done the Fabray family a favor." Casey almost forgot about the juice box in her hand, so she pierced the aluminum circle with the straw and slurped away victoriously.
"That was both offensive and stupid... and completely untrue."
"Well, I'm not perfect." She said shortly. "Come to dinner. Come, or I won't tell her, and you won't be getting into Santana's pants anytime soon." The freshman winced at Santana's name, knowing that once they told their mother, and the Glee club got out of this doldrum, Brittany and Santana would resume their awfully quotidian routine to have sex wherever there was a flat surface. Sometimes even when their wasn't.
Puck seemed to be too submerged in his own mind to observe Casey's sudden rigid posture, so instead she shook thoughts of Brittany and Santana, thoughts that kept her up at night, even the nights when Quinn would appear, from her head.
"Fine. But, shit, Casey if your sister doesn't have sex-"
"You may flog me," Casey agreed, and it was a second before she finally flicked out her phone and said: "I better go." Without waiting for a reply, the blond lifted herself from the couch and made her way to the staircase. "Be at the house at 7."
So the worried girl left, hopping onto her bike and peddling fast to her house, in the pouring rain, but not before a rushed goodbye to Puck's mother.
Noah Puckerman was oddly punctual. He arrived at the house at 6:57, being ushered through by his young blond friend.
"Come on, quick." The girl squealed as he passed the threshold.
"What's the rush lil' Fabray?" Puck couldn't help but be amused with the anxiety of the freshman.
Casey usually clad clothes that he himself could wear (the two friends being capable of shopping together, because they wore the same clothes) the blond now wore a casual black dress with a silver band around her waist, and leggings. In fact both of their outfits matched coincidentally. Puck wore a black button-down shirt, silver striped tie, with grey jeans. Casey knew these were his quote-on-quote "nice" clothes and smiled at the recognition.
As a matter of fact if it had been anybody but Casey, Puck would have been relishing in the rather pleasant swell of her breasts, that if the semi-circle neck of her dress were a tad lower, would be enjoyably accentuated.
"Excuse me? I think I must have the wrong house..." Noah mocked, proving that even though Casey was dressed uncharacteristically feminine tonight, she still hit like a fucking 6 foot man who lived at the gym and ate nothing but protein shakes.
"I could say the same for you, Puckerman," And the older boy realized that was the first time she'd called him anything but Noah. "You look rather fancy." Bubbled from Casey's throat jokingly. They held eyes for a moment before Casey caught a small breath of air and noticed Puck was holding a red container.
The boy followed her eyes and quickly said: "They're, uh, from my Mom. Red peppers."
"Oh, Molly, you shouldn't have," The blonde smiled taking the plastic from his hands. Puck followed her into the kitchen where Judy Fabray was inserting something into the stove.
The mother had been astonished yet pleased when she spotted her youngest daughter bound downstairs in the dress she thought the girl would never wear. Judy asked what the formal event was and when Casey had simply replied dinner, the older woman almost cried.
"Good evening, Ms. Fabray." Puck greeted politely yet uncomfortable.
Judy turned pleasantly, but then pursed her lips and said: "Nice to see you again, Noah." Although she would never admit that was something she didn't mean.
"Look, Mom, Noah brought grilled peppers." Casey offered, sensing the tone in her mother's face. She smiled and handed them to Judy.
"That... that was very nice of you, Noah." The blond woman smiled and set the grilled peppers on the counter. "Casey, dear, would you run upstairs and get your sister? Dinner will be ready soon." Puck's eyes suddenly went wide and he looked at his young friend with pleading eyes.
"Yeah, sure Mom." She agreed, ignoring Puck's glance. "I'll just be a second." The blonde girl whispered brushing passed him out of the kitchen.
Casey strode up the stairs, two-by-two, kneading her palms in anxiety. She knew this had be done tonight, or she would never admit this to her mother for a very long time. Something about Puck being her calmed her nerves though. Maybe because the blonde knew that Puck could always lighten a mood. She convinced herself that must be the reason.
When she reached her sister's door she gripped the knob and pushed without a second thought. Casey asked her sister to change into something nice two hours ago, and Quinn had been locked up in her room ever since.
"Qui..." The words were lost in the freshman's throat when she silently greeted a half-naked Rachel on top of her sister. Casey wished this were the first time she walked in on her sister and Rachel, but she was pretty she'd seen the diva naked almost as often as her sister had.
"Casey!" Quinn shouted, using blankets to shield the upper-half of her girlfriend. Casey smiled weakly, shut her eyes, and spun around to give a speechless Rachel privacy to clothe herself.
"Sorry," The younger girl grimaced. "Dinner."
Casey was rather on edge tonight, and she knew that Quinn nor Rachel would ever get dressed if they were changing in the same room, so the freshman offered her room to the brunette, ignoring the Santana-like glowers from her older sister.
Santana Lopez would be damned if she was going to let this unintended abstinence go on. Every day, she felt like Brittany was slipping away. It absolutely killed her every time the blond, her blond, would sit with that fucking freshmanat glee practice, or she would catchthem walking in the hallways together smiling and laughing. Is that what they're relationship had become? Santana catching Brittany being... unfaithful...? The Latina made it clear she didn't want to be in a relationship, and that she couldn't be monogamous towards her best friend. Santana knew she was a flaming hypocrite, but Brittany had never really done anything with anyone but her during their... thing, so it had become sort of expectant Brittany would stick around.
Santana refused to let this get to her. She was going to legitimately fuck whatever had been getting to them for the past couple weeks out of Brittany. So Santana found candles from downstairs in the basement, and because the dark-skinned girl was such a terrible cook, she figured Brittany would just have to settle for the one thing she could make: spaghetti and meatballs. But hey, Brittany's always loved a cliché.
Tonight at 7:00, Santana was going to win Brittany back.