AN: Sorry about the trouble uploading this, I'm sure all of you are eagerly awaiting Rachel's answer. Of course it's not really my fault if the site decides to act up I apologize anyway (for more things than just the screwed upped update, but we'll get to that later) I actually find this ironic since I've been wanting to make an account on AO3, but that involves a waiting list which estimates my invitation at around... November... sigh
Rachel sat on her bed reading and re-reading the text for a good half hour, trying in vain to decipher some hidden meaning in Quinn's words. A date? As in a romantic date? Well of course a romantic date, Rachel thought; there wasn't really any other kind of date. But a date. A date with Quinn Fabray. It was a foreign concept for Rachel. One that was both flattering and terrifying. A fleeting thought passed through the singer's mind that Quinn may have sent it to the wrong number, but she looked back down at the words 'pretty girl.'
It couldn't have been for a guy, and Rachel had never seen Quinn flirt with any else but her so she found it unlikely that it was meant for some other girl; unless Quinn flirted with other girls behind her back. The thought alone filled Rachel with jealousy. It was an unreasonable jealousy, but jealousy none the less.
She felt Tony's nose nudged her leg. He had been lying on the bed, watching her movements. But Rachel hadn't done anything in so long; he had to push things along. Her mouth fell agape as she uttered her first words in past thirty minutes, "Quinn… asked me out," not at all knowing that her puppy knew very well about the text and had planned it himself.
*bark*
"What should I say?" She looked down at Tony, the only one that she could (and very likely the only one she would) consult with her current situation.
*bark*
"Yes?" Tony nodded his head up and down rapidly. "I can't just say yes."
*whine*
"Look boy, I know you like Quinn but… but…" She lifted her eyes up from his big brown ones while trying to come up with some sort of excuse.
*bark*
"What?" Chocolate brown orbs shot back down at her puppy. "I don't have a crush on Quinn!"
*bark*
"I don't!"
*bark*
"I'm not being defensive!"
*bark*
"Tony, stop it!"
"Sweetheart, is everything okay up there?" One of her father's called from down stairs.
Rachel got up and went for the door, yelling, "Yes, daddy. Everything's fine" With him reassured, she slumped down onto her bed, flat on her belly, and buried her face into her hands. Just great, she was having an argument with her puppy about having a crush on Quinn while debating whether or not to go out on a date with her and now her dads thought she was crazy.
She looked up when she felt Tony nudging her with his head. It was a mistake, but she found that out too late when she saw his pout. "Tony," she whined. He responded by licking her across the face. Rachel sighed; she knew she was fighting a losing battle. "Okay, maybe I have a small crush on Quinn."
*bark*
"Okay, maybe it's a big crush." She sat back and grabbed her phone, once again looking at the text. A date? She took a deep breath to steady herself. "Alright, I'll do it." Tony yelped in excitement and started to run laps around Rachel as she called Quinn. At the first ring, she felt butterflies in her stomach and her heart rate accelerated tenfold. At the second, she considered just hanging up. At the third, she knew there was no turning back.
"Hey Rach, what's up?"
"H- Hey Quinn." Her voice was unsteady, which was very unlike her, and she was twirling a few loose strands of her hair around her finger. The two of them had talked countless times before, and even when Quinn was bullying her, Rachel had never been this nervous. And it only made things worse that Quinn was acting as though she hadn't just done something that was going to have a drastic impact on their relationship.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Rachel responded, but her labored breathing suggested otherwise. She knew that the blonde must have been able to hear it from the other line, but if she did she made no comment. "I just um… I just wanted to call you back on that text you sent me. And I'm sorry I responded so late. I was just caught off guard and I had no idea what to think and I kind of panicked and…" Her words came out in a flurry, bombarding Quinn and causing her a ton of confusion.
"Rachel, Rachel. Slow down." The brunette complied and ended her rant, quite grateful that Quinn had stopped her from making a fool out of herself. She recomposed herself and took in a big gulp of air. In the time she was gathering herself, Quinn said something that Rachel was certain she heard wrong.
"I'm sorry Quinn. What was that?"
"I said that I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't send you a text." Rachel's heart stopped. She froze, unable to move, speak or even blink. "Rachel, are you okay?" Quinn's worried tone broke Rachel's heart; she swore that she heard it shatter into a million pieces. As much as Quinn cared and loved her, she didn't love her in a way that would prompt her to asking her out. It hurt, and it hurt far worse than Rachel could have imagined. She felt hot tears stinging her eyes. "Rachel? Rachel talk to me," she heard the blonde pleaded.
"But… but… no… You and me… we were… and…" Nothing Rachel was saying was making any sense, but to be honest Quinn was too concerned about her friend to really pay attention to what she was saying. The blonde had no idea what it was that had caused Rachel this much distress and Quinn herself was starting to go frantic. She tried to soothe her and tell her that everything was okay even if she didn't even know if she believed her own words.
"Rachel, please listen to me." Quinn continued to comfort through the brunette's words. "Just tell me what's wrong Rach. Rachel? Rachel?" There was no answer, not even the sound of Rachel's whimpers. Quinn checked her phone to find that Rachel had hung up. "Damnit!" The blonde checked her most recent sent texts to find out what exactly Rachel was talking about. Upon seeing that she had supposedly asked the singer out, she burst back into her room screaming, "Santana, what the fuck! You can't be doing shit like this!"
"Like what? I haven't done anything!" the Latina spat, earning a scoff from Quinn. Santana rolled her eyes. Sure she was a scheming, devious, manipulative bitch but she currently had her fill of humiliating people just by watch Beiste tear Finn a new one for coming to practice with a yellow stained practice uniform and smelling like dog piss. The giant oaf looked so scared that Santana wouldn't have been surprised if he ended up pissing himself. And she totally swore that he looked like he did. On the bright side, no one would have noticed.
"Bullshit!" The blonde went straight up to her and shove her phone in her face, so close that she couldn't actually read what was on the text. "You sent this, didn't you?" Santana held onto Quinn's wrist and pulled it away from her face. A smirk formed on her face as she read the words on the phone.
"No," she laughed out. "But I kinda wish I did," she added. "Maybe if you got some ass, you'd stop being a pain in mine."
"This isn't funny San! You can't play around with people's feelings like this!" Quinn clenched her fists and made an unintelligible sound of frustration and anger before collapsing onto her bed. "Fuck, now she thinks I like her!"
"But you do," Santana stated, matter-of-factly. Quinn didn't answer. "So I don't see what's the big problem; looks to me that you just got yourself a date."
"But I don't!" the blonde pointed out, jumping up into a sitting position. "Rachel freaked out and just… argh!" She reached up for a pillow and pulled it over her face. Quinn screamed into it, unleashing all her frustrations. Santana and Brittany watched on, with the taller girl feeling guilty.
Brittany had thought and hoped that Quinn would take advantage of the situation, but now it looked like she and Tony would have to use Plan B (B for Brittany), but she still needed to convince Santana to go along with it.
Soon Quinn's screams subsided and she got up from her bed. She grabbed her phone and headed out of the room, mumbling," Fuck, now I've got to fix this." She called Rachel. "Come on Rach, pick up. Please, pick up."
At the Berry household…
Rachel had Tony curled up in her arms, her tears wetting his head, when she heard her phone ring. She was so upset that she didn't even bother checking who it was before ignoring the call and shutting off her phone.
*whine*
"I can't answer it, boy. I can't." She sniffled and detached herself from her puppy to get some tissues. After she cleaned herself up a bit, she went back to Tony, who tried to make her feel better by licking her face. It didn't help.
Rachel felt awful. She felt awful for hanging up on Quinn. She felt awful because she knew how much Tony liked Quinn and because she couldn't bear to think of how bad he felt about all this. She felt awful for falling for Quinn and thinking that Quinn might like her back. But she knew that none of that could compare to actually being rejected by Quinn.
Back at the Fabray household…
"San, I think we messed up," Brittany admitted.
"What are you talking about? We didn't do anything wrong?" Santana could already tell that it was Brittany who had sent the text, but she didn't understand the 'we' in all of this.
"Me and Tony," Brittany explained. Santana's mouth fell into an 'o' shape as realization hit her. She was still curious about what her girlfriend and that dog had been discussing earlier and now it was all falling into place. She hated to admit it, but she was liking that dog more and more.
"Ah, I see," she said, nodding her head.
"Yeah… now we have to go to Plan B. Do you think you can help?"
The Latina wanted to object, since she was losing out on precious time, but there was no way she'd ever deny a request from Brittany. Yeah, sure she was whipped, but it was nowhere as bad as how Quinn was whipped when it came to Rachel. And they weren't even together… yet. With Brittany on the job, it'd only be a matter of time before they were. "I'm sure it'll work out better," Santana assured.
"I hope so; this one's my plan," Brittany announced happily.
"Then I'm sure it'll work." Santana didn't even need to hear her girlfriend's plan; she had full confidence in her. Brittany smiled at how her girlfriend believed in her, but that hopeful smile soon turned into a seductive smirk.
"Your parents will be out of town this weekend, won't they?" Santana gulped audibly at Brittany sultry tone. Her lips became dry so she could only answer by nodding slowly. Brittany leaned in, whispering in Santana's ear, "So, we'll have the whole place to ourselves, huh?" Her tongue slipped through her lips and licked the shell of her girlfriend's ear. Santana let out a shaky breath, and in the airy silence between them as Brittany awaited an answer, she could clearly hear the pounding in her chest.
"Uh huh."
"So…" Brittany pulled back, much to Santana's displeasure. "Can we invite Rachel and Quinn?" she asked cheerfully, her sexy attitude being replaced with an innocent one. Santana's jaw dropped. What the fuck? "It's part of my plan. We invite Rachel and Quinn over this weekend. We tie them up and lock them in your closet until they tell each other how they feel… or until the weekend is up."
Santana just stared at her girlfriend, dumbfounded. She normally would have found the idea of Rachel and Quinn being locked in a closet together ironically funny, but right now. Right now she just needed her girlfriend, especially after she tried to seduce her.
"But if they're in my closet, how are we going to-"
"We aren't," Brittany quickly answered, earning a shake of the head from Santana. "Please San."
"Britt, I said I'd help you," she confirmed. "But I am not losing an adult free weekend."
"Tony said you'd say that."
"Oh, please. Like he would-"
"That's why he thought that you should get a reward."
"-actually be able to- Wha? A what?"
"If you go along with this, I'll…" she leaned back in to her previous position and started telling her all the things that she would do to her. Santana's breathing became uneven as her girlfriend whispered filthy things into her ear. Her legs began to part, eagerly awaiting some attention; some sort of touch, from a tongue, fingers, from whatever! She needed relief!
"Fine! I'll do it!" Brittany pulled back, squealing before diving back in and wrapping her arms around Santana. Santana felt like crying. She needed her girlfriend so bad, and that dog was getting in the way. She didn't know if she should hate him for it, or be impressed.
For now she went with the former.
AN: Now you know what else I'm sorry about since I'm sure you're all disappointed with how Tony's latest plan backfired, but really did you think it would be that easy? And anyway now we have Plan Brittany!