Author's Note: So I'm outside cleaning my car, when the Rachel Berry version of Firework pops into my earphones. I'm listening to is and all of a sudden this thought hits me. Which so far I haven't seen it done...and if it is well darn. But I have a new ending in mind. Hang on for at least another chapter before the conclusion. =) Oh and disclaimers are in Chapter 1.

Chapter 5

Twenty minutes had passed and Rachel was still in the shower getting ready. A light knock is heard on the hotel room door. Quinn, Santana and Brittany look at one another before looking at the door as another knock is heard. With an irritated huff Quinn stands to go and open the door. Swinging it open her jaw falls open and a look of shock is plastered on her face. Santana and Brittany see her reaction and go to her to see what caused it. Soon they are also standing there staring, jaws wide open.

Shuffling of converse clad feet against carpet is heard, her denim shorts are like a second skin. A a black wife beater clings to her as well, matching bra straps peek from underneath it. Her hair is tousled and looks like she had just had sex before coming there, her blue eyes are bright as she takes in the three girls before her. Her lips quirk up slightly shooting them a lopsided grin.

"Hi, I'm Emily." She tilts her head, the girls seem to finally have fallen from their stupor. "I'm here for Rachel...is she ready yet?" As soon as the question hits the air all three girls eyes go comically wide in disbelief and as if on cue the bathroom door open to reveal a diva clad in only a white hotel towel. Blue eyes immediately lock onto the exposed skin, darkening considerably. A tongue flashes out to swipe across pink lips.

"Hey Rach, " She murmurs her voice comes out raspy, full of barely concealed want. Emily doesn't notice the hazel eyed blonde burning holes into the side of her face. Rachel's head whips towards the voice, a flush of pink spreading up her neck to her cheeks.

"Oh, Hello Emily." She flashes the star a wide smile while heading to get the shirt she forgot on the dresser. She holds it up for the others to see. "I'll be ready in just a minute. You can wait in here if you want or you can meet me in the lobby. Whatever your more comfortable with." She looks to the unholy trinity, her eyes flashing in warning before stepping back into the bathroom and closing the door. All eyes followed her for different reason, only two sets were darkened by lust. Their gazes locked, one set narrowed and the other simply raised an eyebrow with a smirk sliding into place.

Emily heads into the room, seeing the bed that she assumed was Rachel's she perches herself on the edge of it. "So introductions? And how do you know Rachel?" Her hands come for fold across her lap, her cobalt eyes looking at them knowingly.

"I'm Santana Lopez." The Latina steps forward a smug look on her face. "Hottest shit in Lima, Ohio. Don't forget it. I know Berry from school, we are in glee together." Her brown eyes cast to the dutch girl beside her.

"Hello! I'm Brittany. I know Rachel from glee, and she is just so adorable I want to hug her ...and squeeze her and name her Duckie. I even bought a leash once but San told me that people aren't pets. But I think she is totally wrong, because my cousin has a person as her pet. She got him a collar, a leash and a food bowl." Brittany rattles off, her face getting more confused looking with each passing moment.

Everyone in the room stares at her for a minute, Santana face palming, a beat passes before Quinn looks at Emily. "I'm Quinn Fabray, head cheerleader and glee member." She left it at that but kept her gaze on the girl.

The smirk from earlier quickly reappears, a challenge flashes in her eyes. The latina and dutch girl had started making out heavily on the bed. Neither remaining girl batted an eye at that, continuing their stare down until the bathroom door reopened a billow of steam pouring out. The small diva walks towards the quad, her hair dry and wearing a pair of hip hugging blue jeans, a white shirt with green sleeves and a pair of white socks. Padding over to her dresser she grabs the black converse from the floor before sitting next to Emily. She too ignored the actions of Santana and Brittany. Not noticing the show down either.

"Sorry for making you wait," Rachel says as she laces her shoes up.

"Oh it isn't a problem, I was just getting to know your roommate and her friends." Emily responds, still not backing down from her face off with the head cheerleader. Brown eyes shift up to take in Quinn and the two girls that had moved past making out and were now rounding third base. She turns her head back to Emily and smiles at her. Having seen the movement from the corner of eye the starlet turned towards the tanned diva with a charming smile.

"Hopefully everything went well...and your not scarred for life." She says as she motions towards the two on the bed, someone how Santana had wrangled Brittanys shirt off since the second it took her to address Emily. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly. "I think we should give them some privacy before we end up getting a free show." With that she stands and looks to her new friend. "You ready to go? We have to be at the practice by 2 P.M."

Quinn turns to take in the sexual mass that is Santana and Brittany, her right eyebrow twitches. "Dammit, that is my bed! You two need to go to your own damn room!" The only response she gets is the middle finger of one Santana Lopez. Which looks to be glistening from something. Her mind connects the dots and she pales. "Oh real mature Lopez." Shaking her head she turns back to Rachel and Emily. "For fear of some how being dragged into that...do you mind if I tag along?" The cheerleader had changed while Rachel was showering, wearing a pair of yellow flip flops almost illegally small jean shorts and a yellow halter top.

Rachel hesitates, the starlet gives that smirk that irritates the hazel eyed blonde to no end. "Sure Quinn. I'm sure Rach won't mind, right Hun?" She turns her cobalt gaze to the diva, her hand coming up to rest lightly on the small of her back. Hazel eyes narrow and a scowl comes on to her face.

"Oh..um...N-no I don't mind." The brunettes breath hitches at the contact, her dazed mind taking in Quinn's scowl. "Is something wrong Quinn?" Even though the two were arch enemies she couldn't help the worry that laced her voice. Not knowing the internal debate inside of the cheerleaders head.

A large charming smile stretches across the girls face. "No, Rachel I'm fine. Thank you for asking. Lets go huh?" She turns and walks to the door, not seeing the confused features of the diva. She swings open the door and holds it open motioning for Rachel and Emily to go first. As blue eyes meet hers a message flashes to the starlet. 'Game on'. A small nod acknowledges it and she follows behind the two, the door clicking behind her.

Kinda short I know. But I had to cut off a piece from this and edit the shit out of it for the new ending. Woot. Anyway review!