A/N: I'm sorry about any mistakes in chapter one and forever. I'm always half asleep while I proofread because I do it really late but I'll try to avoid giant errors. I'm going to try to update this as much as possible and it'll usually be around 3 or 4 a.m. est. US time when I do. Where are my manners? Thanks for your kind reviews, here's chapter two.
Everything is muted underwater. The rushing noises mix with roaring laughter and the sounds bleed together in a symphony of chaos.
Quinn breaks the surface for air and everything is crystal clear again. She can see Brittany immersing herself to get Rachel on her shoulders for another game of chicken. She looks over at Santana with a slight scowl.
"S, I was down there forever, why didn't you get on?" Santana gives her a familiar look that screams trouble, Satan's smile. She left her down there on purpose.
"Well, while you were hanging out with the mermaids we decided to switch it up. If you get on me and Berry gets on Brit, the heights will be kinda fair. I'm tired of knocking your skinny ass in the water, it's too easy." Then she leans over to whisper to her fellow Cheerio, "now you have an excuse to grope her all you want."
With that, she quickly dives under and throws Quinn onto her shoulders. The unsuspecting blond desperately attempts to right herself and when she's steady and the Latina moves them a foot away from the other pair, she looks across at her opponents.
Brittany is asking Santana about mermaids and Rachel is looking at her, giggling.
"So my near death experience is funny to you?" Quinn wanted to sound menacing when she asked but she just thinks about the fact that Rachel is kind of really adorable when she giggles.
"It was hardly a near death experience. Even though I'm not sure if you're referring to your four seconds of 'drowning' or your almost fall from Santana's dangerously high shoulders. Both situations were rather fatal, I suppose." She's smirking now and that paired with her sarcasm is all the fuel that the blond needs to launch herself forward.
Santana trips and lets go of Quinn's legs which just makes it easier to pull her target down with her. The two go splashing into the ocean while Brittany laughs and her equally-amused counterpart watches.
Quinn recovers first with a smile and she moves her soaked short hair from her eyes. Rachel stands just as the cheerleader proclaims, "We won. It counts."
"No way, you totally cheated and I could've broken my neck and died!" It seems like she has more to say but she gets cut off by Santana, "Yeah, Q, I totally approve but that was a little psycho. Anyway we're gonna go pack our shit because Wheels has been trying to wave us down for the last thirty seconds." She grabs Brittany's hand and they head for the shore.
Quinn turns back to Rachel and laughs at her disgruntled appearance. She's wearing a scowl that would be taken more seriously if her hair wasn't a mess on the top of her head.
"I'm sorry; did I upset the big bad Broadway star?" Quinn coos as she steps forward to rest a hand on the other girl's shoulder.
Rachel nods with a frown and thinks twice about dropping her head to Quinn's shoulder, she doesn't want to milk it, at least not right now. She glances up at shining hazel eyes, "You'll make it up to me. I just haven't figured out how yet. Now come along, Fabray. I need a shower, a nap, and a hot meal and I can't get any of those things out here." With a graceful dive, she's on her way to the sand leaving a chuckling Quinn in her wake.
When they arrived on shore, Quinn and Rachel discovered that Santana and Brittany had already left.
Quinn huffs in frustration as she walks beside her friend in the parking lot, "Brittany drove me here and she wouldn't just leave like that. Twenty bucks says Santana's driving right now."
Rachel laughs as she unlocks her car, "I told you I'd take you home. Stop sulking. Its unattractive and its making me want to force you to ride in the trunk."
Quinn opens the passenger door and settles into the warm leather seats, "You're just bitter because I beat you."
"You did not beat me. You're a cheater and that is also unattractive." Rachel says with a sharp nod as she pulls out of the lot.
There's a calm silence in the car that's only interrupted when Rachel mentions that they need to go to her house first. Quinn starts to feel her nerves set in. She's been good all day because she could use the glee club as buffers but she knows that she's about to be alone with her again. Hopefully she can stay in the car or downstairs or something.
Rachel pulls into her driveway, puts the car in park, and grabs her bag before she leads the way through her front door. "I have something for you upstairs."
It isn't said in a suggestive way but it still makes Quinn's stomach flip so she makes sure she looks down and counts the steps she's ascending to stay distracted.
When they reach Rachel's room Quinn leans on her desk and watches as the brunette sits on the bed and opens up her nightstand. She pulls something out and spreads it on the blanket in front of her. Its Quinn's shirt that she'd forgotten in the sink at Puck's, it just doesn't have a giant chest stain anymore.
"I picked it up on my way out and I have this really good organic detergent so it wasn't a hassle to get clean." Rachel directs her words at Quinn as the blond just stares at the shirt and gets lost in her thoughts about their encounter in Noah Puckerman's bathroom.
Rachel gets up and walks over to the distracted girl that's practically sitting on her desk now. She knew she was going to see Quinn today, she was anticipating it, but she needed an excuse to get her alone so she just left the shirt at home.
Quinn looks up as she approaches, broken from her reverie, and she feels her heart speed up while a thousand little butterflies flutter their wings in her stomach. She perches herself more securely on the desk and scoots back until the backs of her knees hit the edge. She sees the assertive glint in Rachel's eye and knows she isn't prepared for whatever's about to come.
When the future Broadway phenom finally reaches her she places her hands delicately onto toned thighs, "Sometimes when I'm around you, I just can't think, and I want to put my hands on you in some way, any way." She leans forward into Quinn's personal space and lifts a hand to move her hair before she ghosts her lips over her neck and she can lightly hear quickened breathing in her ear. "I just want to do so many things," she whispers, before she places a soft, lingering kiss to the freshly tanned skin beneath her lips.
"Rachel," quietly falls from pink lips before there's a hand weaved in dark chocolate hair and they're face to face. Quinn slightly tugs on the silky strands between her fingers and grasps the back of the brunette's neck with the other hand. She looks into the deep brown eyes in front of her, "I want you to do so many things."
There's a faint tearing sound as Rachel yanks at Quinn's tank top and crashes their lips together, and white light flashes behind her eyelids.
A/N: Sorry about the mistakes I may have missed, I proofread this through NyQuil. If I'm feeling better I'll try to fix stuff early tomorrow.