Quinn woke up on the line between morning and afternoon. 11:30 on the dot. Its been a week since Rachel had moved in, and things were moving at a decent rate. Quinn shared little stories and memories, but hadnt yet continued with their story. She groaned and sat up from the couch, attempting to brush her hair out with her fingers. She sat there for a few minutes, convinced she was one year in the past. Convinced that she was sleeping on the couch after their first fight about kids. But then it hit her, that was her reality, and this was her nightmare. But the two seemed to switch roles on her.
After sitting in silence for far too long, she furrowed her eyebrows. Rachel always had the tendency to wake up early. Yet, Quinn heard nothing but the sounds of her own breath.
The blonde got herself up from the couch and quietly walked up the stairs. She didn't want to wake up Rachel if she was in fact asleep, which was highly unlikely. When the got to the door, Quinn slowly opened it. She peeked her head through and saw the first half of an empty room. She stepped in all the way and arched her eyebrows. Bed made, room spotless, and no Rachel. It seemed almost as if no one slept here at all. "Rachel?" Quinn called out, panicking. She didn't know what could have happened. What if Rachel woke up with no memory again. Had her life become 50 first dates? Was every night a fresh blank sheet of paper? "Rachel!" Quinn called out again, now running down the stairs.
Calming her down instantly came a muffled voice from the basement. "I'm down here." Rachel responded.
Quinn exhaled deeply, and chuckled lightly. God, Rachel had no clue just what she was doing to the blonde. She began walking downstairs, curious as to what it was Rachel was doing. And it came no surprise when she saw the brunette sitting at the desk, reading Quinn's first book. "Catching up on some reading, are we?" Quinn asked, sitting on the desk, facing Rachel.
Rachel bit her lip and nodded. "My favourite part?" She asked herself, before continuing. "My name is Quinn Fabray, I am 18 years old and in love. Most people think that anyone that age couldn't know the first thing about love, but that's where they're wrong. I know that love is confusing. Love is hard, challenging, difficult, pain, misery, yet utter joy and happiness. Love can make you do insane things and act a certain way just because he or she smiles. But back to complicated. Love is complicated, especially for a girl like me. Because I Quinn fabray, am 18 years old, and in love... With a girl." Rachel slammed the book shut after reading aloud and smirking with a nod. "Great beginning. That's how far I've gotten so far. Your panicking calls interrupted my snooping."
Quinn chuckled and nodded, stealing the book from Rachel's hand. "Well maybe that should teach you not to snoop."
"I was curious!" She defended. "Your stories are so vague and not very detailed. But this.. I feel like I'm ready a diary."
"That's because it was. I started writing that book 3 years ago, a few weeks after we got married. I took actual diary entries, fixed the grammar and made the sentences more intriguing. And I turned it into a story. The story of us." She shrugged, hating how much she just sounded like Taylor swift.
Rachel nodded, as she walked around the finished basement. "So you knew you loved me in high school?"
Quinn nodded, throwing the book up and down a few times. "All of senior year, but we'll get there!" She said, laughing.
Rachel groaned loudly, and shook her head. "But Quinn!" She whined. "It's not fair. I hate my life being told chapter by chapter. I shouldn't have to wait to hear about how we fell in love."
The blonde smirked and crossed her arms. Rachel was adorable when she whined. "Rach, if you stop your whining, and sit down, I'll tell you the next chunk.
Rachel gasped and nodded, eagerly sitting down as if she were in kindergarten.
"Okay. So, after we lost regionals, we spent the summer hating ourselves. Well, at least that's what I did. A few flings to help get my mind off of Beth and losing Finn, and losing regionals. But you, you spent the summer as Finn Hudson's girlfriend. You two came back in the fall more in love than when you left in the summer. It made everyone jealous, clearly. Especially me. But, on that first day of junior year, I made it my mission to rejoin the Cheerios. And after confessing a few secrets about a few of the other members, I was renamed head cheerleader. Now that I had my power back, I felt like I had my life back. I was more confident, happier. Yet seeing you with him knocked me down every time. And of course, that idea I had about us being friends because of the connection we had through Beth, wasnt the case. We didn't speak all summer." Quinn took a breath in, before continuing. "The first actual conversation we had was about 2 weeks in. Finn got kicked off, then rejoined the football team, making you uncomfortable. You felt like he would forget about you with his power back. So, you being the sneaky girl you are, called me."
Rachel's eyebrows shot up. "Like on the phone?"
Quinn nodded. "To this day you won't tell me how you got my number. But I answered and you told me it was you. I was seconds away from hanging up. You had the nerve right? But you told me you needed a favour. After minutes of denying you it, I finally agreed. I figured it would give me a popular injection while getting my time with Finn. You wanted me to flirt with him. And proposition him for a date just to hear is response. And in all honesty, I was curious myself. I wanted to know if there was still a chance for us."
"So what happened?" Rachel interrupted.
"Well, the next day at school, I came over to his locker with my head bitch in charge smirk. I gave him my best flirty smile, touched his arm and told him that I thought we should be together. And, he politely declined, while adding that he did still have feelings for me, but was with someone else. So that stung like a bitch. But I walked over you to, jealousy and anger in my bones, and I told you that he wanted you. And that you won. I walked by, not wanting to hear your response. I was just over it, over all of it."
Rachel swallowed thickly and nodded. "Let me guess, the next chapter will come tomorrow?"
Quinn giggled and nodded. "You're learning."
"Unless I take this." Rachel said quickly, grabbing the second book from the desk and running away in a fit of giggles.
Quinn dramatically gasped and shook her head. "You're dead Berry!" She called up, chasing the girl up the stairs.
Rachel lasted pretty long for someone that short, but eventually Quinn pushed her down on the couch. If it weren't for Rachel's grin and loud giggles, she would have felt bad for the position. Quinn was straddling Rachel on the couch. Their hips pressed rather closely together, and both panted while chuckling lightly. "I..." Quinn started, but something interrupted her.
The doorbell.
Rachel sighed, causing Quinn to smile. She knew what that sigh meant. Rachel was disappointed that they got interrupted, and so was she. "I'll get it." Quinn said, stepping off of Rachel. She grabbed the book as she did, giggling softly.
Quinn walked over to the door, and opened it. She was shocked at the girl she saw. "Morning bitches." Santana said confidently as she stepped inside the house like she owned the place. "Then again, I should be saying good afternoon."
"Santana? What are you doing here?" Quinn whispered, pulling her off to the side.
"One of my oldest friends was in a coma and lost all her memory. I need to be there for you guys." She said, putting on a serious face.
Quinn furrowed her eyebrows and crossed her arms. "You hate Rachel.
Santana shrugged. "Not so much anymore. Besides, she doesn't have to know that. Now, please find some excuse to leave so I can dig up some dirt." The Latina said with a devilish smirk.
"Oh no way. I don't trust you for a second to leave you alone with my wife, especially with her memory loss."
She licked her lips and sighed. "Quinnie, I may not like Rachel all that much, but you're my best friend. I'm not going to screw things up for you. If anything, I'll make it better. Now get you're cute ass out." Santana said, then walked into the living room.
Rachel was seated there, furrowing her eyebrows at the new presence.
"Rachel! Hi, you look so good. How are you feeling?" Santana asked, immediately pulling her into a hug.
The brunette tensed up, yet hugged her. She looked at Quinn with wide confused eyes, and the girl just sighed heavily. "Uh, better each day. But no new memories, which means I have no idea who you are."
"Right sorry. I'm Santana, we've been close friends since high school."
Her lips spread into a soft smile before nodding. "Oh, sorry! It's nice to meet you." She said awkwardly, before giggling.
Santana and Rachel had minor small talk, Santana glaring at Quinn every few minutes, causing her to break. "Okay! Well Rachel honey, I should buy some groceries or something. But you're safe with Santana. I shouldn't be too long, an hour, two tops." Quinn said.
Rachel looked at her and pouted softly. "Oh, okay. Have fun!" She said.
"You too." The two girls shared a smile before Quinn left. The second the door shut, Santana shifted in her seat.
"So... Quinn..." Santana started, smirking.
"What about Quinn?" Rachel asked.
"How do you feel about her? Thoughts? Anything."
Rachel stuttered for a moment before parting her lips, as if ready to talk. "She's cool. Very sweet and nice to me. I like having fun with her."
The Latina tilted her head and chuckled. "But...?"
"But.." Rachel filled in, happy the Latina was able to sense her resistance. "I don't know, there isn't really a defined but at this moment. All I know is that something is holding me back. I feel comfortable with her, and I can just sense how much that girl adores me, and I feel lucky. But I don't feel deserving. Quinn loves the old me, but what if I'm not her anymore? What if she deserves better?"
Santana rolled her eyes. "Okay, listen here Berry, Quinn has been in love with you since senior year. Trust me, she doesn't want anybody else. You're it for her. And if you don't see yourself loving her the same way ever again, just tell her now. Because I swear to god if you break her heart, and I'm left to pick up the pieces, there will be major hell to pay." Santana warned, mumbling a few things in Spanish. "I will go all Lima heights." She ended.
Rachel was genuinely scared, yet she was smiling. It was nice to know that Quinn had such nice, supportive friends. "Okay. I promise, as of now, I don't plan on breaking her heart."
She nodded, accepting that. "Okay, moving on. Flirting.."
The brunette furrowed her eyebrows, and looked away uncomfortably. "What about it?"
"Are you dumb? Have you flirted yet? That's like the first step to a crush blooming."
Rachel shrugged. "I don't know, how can you tell?"
"Have you had tickle fights? Has one of you stuck your tongue out at the other, have you teased each other to an extent that you're both just smiling like fools?"
Rachel parted her lips again and chuckled nervously. "Tickle fights, no. But just before you came in, we were sort of play fighting, if you could call it that. We have teased each other, and made a few snarky comments. But I don't know if you would consider that flirting."
Santana chuckled lightly and exhaled. "Oh honey, that's flirting. Kissing?"
"No! No no no, I'm no where near close to that."
Santana hummed and shrugged. "The only way you'll ever want to kiss Quinn is if you know how it feels. We were each others first kisses, and trust me, she's worth it. So you better get on that."
"Uh.." Rachel said, scratching her head. "You were each others first kisses?" She asked, ignoring the second half of the point.
"Year, 5th grade, sleepover, curiosity. It meant nothing and nothing happened, but still. Now, last question. Any nudity, or skin revealed?"
Rachel chuckled nervously and blushed, shaking her head. "We both change in the bathrooms, and knock before entering rooms. I've only ever seen her in her regular clothes."
Santana groaned and giggled softly. "All right, so we've formed a to do list, haven't we? And guess what, before I go back home, I plan on crossing both off. And only two other people can help me with that." She said, pulling out her phone and sending a text.
Within seconds the doorbell rang again. "I'll get it." Santana said innocently. She answered the door, smiling at Kurt and Blaine. "Hey boys."
"So what's the plan?" Blaine asked eagerly.
"When Quinn gets home, we're throwing the girls a celebrations party for Rachel waking up. Get them both drunk and talking. Hopefully by the end of the night, they've kissed, flirted, and revealed some skin." Santana said happily, clapping her hands.
"You Santana Lopez are a genius. And the only way to get all these things to happen? Truth or dare!" Kurt added, smirking.
The three nodded, huddling and saying a loud 'break' as if in a football team.
By 5 o'clock, Rachel knew who everyone was, and Quinn was back from grocery shopping. Coincidentally, she only bought a bottle of wine. Thankfully, they had the better stuff just downstairs.
After having dinner, Quinn grinned. "This is such a nice surprise. Thank you guys for coming. Seriously, it's nice being with old friends. And who knows, maybe Rachel will wake up with a memory tomorrow morning."
Rachel grinned and nodded. "Yeah, thanks for coming you guys."
"It's not a problem." Blaine said casually.
"Yeah, we love being here. You guys have better food than we do in New York."
Quinn nodded, remembering what she wanted to ask about an hour ago. "Right! How is it living together?" She asked the three of them.
Santana scoffed and laugh. "Blaine takes all the mirror space, Kurt takes all the closet space, and I have no space. That's how it's going."
"Oh Santana don't exaggerate!" Kurt defended. "Blaine is only at the mirror 3 times a day tops. And you have a nice sized one in your room."
Blaine nodded as he smiled at Kurt, grabbing his hand.
"Which by the way is half the size of yours!"
Both men tilted their head. "We're married. We need more space for all of our things."
Rachel and Quinn watched amusedly as the three roommates went at it.
"Well then I guess I need to find myself a wife." Santana joked.
Rachel made a face, only now realizing that Santana was gay, yet shrugged it off. It made sense.
"Brittany." Quinn suggested.
"She lives in LA. We tried the long distance thing, and we both ended up hurt. So it's better to stay friends." Santana said, shrugging it off. "Anyway, enough of the arguing and sappy love stories. It's time for fun!" She said, jumping from her chair and running off to the basement.
She came back moments later with three bottles of vodka and shot glasses.
"Oh no, no way." Quinn said, shaking her head. "I have to write in the morning, and a hangover never does well for my story telling."
"Then take a day off!" Kurt said, giving Quinn his puppy dog eyes.
When the blonde looked around the room, she noticed everyone was giving her the same begging look. Even Rachel. "Fine!" She gave in, and giggled.
"Yes!" Santana cheered, and poured each person a shot. "To new beginnings!" She toasted, smirking.
Everyone echoed her toast, then took the shot.
Not even an hour later, everyone, especially Rachel and Kurt were drunk. They were just dancing around the room. Santana with the bottle of vodka, Blaine with Quinn and Rachel with Kurt. When the song playing on the radio stopped, Santana shot her arms in the air. "Truth or dare!" She yelled, giggling.
Everyone mimicked her cheering and ran into a circle. "Okay, I'm starting!" Blaine said, giggling.
"Santana! Truth or dare.." He started, trying to make it not so obvious that there was a plan behind this.
The Latina groaned. "Truth." She said.
"You're boring!" Blaine complained. "Do you still love Brittany?" He asked.
Santana eyed him, sobering up within a second. She took a long sip from the bottle to feel the buzz again. "Of course I do. That's like asking if the sunnn is yellow." She slurred softly, giggling.
Everyone else giggled at her answer, Kurt awing.
"Okay okay! My turn!" Santana said. "Quinn! Truth or dare?"
Quinn hummed for a moment before chuckling. "Dare!"
"I dare you to switch shirts with me." Santana said, eyeing Rachel for a brief moment.
Before the demand was even off her tongue, Quinn agreed, and was throwing off her shirt. Clearly, her being drunk was affecting the harsh sense of reality just beside her. Now sitting in her black laced bra, Quinn threw the shirt to Santana. "Easy peasy lemon squeezy!" She yelled, clapping.
Rachel was clearly distracted. Her gaze was focused on two things. Two very similar, very amazing things. Santana was right, now that she's seen Quinn shirtless, she wanted the whole deal.
"What's the matter berry, you seem... Distracted." Santana commented, tossing Quinn her shirt.
The blonde looked over at her wife and gasped, giggling. "Do you think I'm hot, Rachel?" She asked, leaning over on the girl, the new shirt now half on. "She does!" Quinn cheered, slurring her over excited words.
Rachel giggled as well, and bit her lip. "Shut up, it's your turn Fabray." She said, playfully nudging the girl.
Quinn smirked and nodded. "Okay fine hot shot, truth or dare?" She asked Rachel.
The brunette quickly said, "dare." Quinn bit her lip, and eyes the group, wanting feedback.
"I don't know, I'm not good at this." She said, giggling.
"I have an idea!" Kurt said, standing up as if giving a speech. "Rachel Barbra Berry must take a body shot off of Quinn." He said with a smirk.
Quinn and Rachel eyed each other before cheering and clapping. "Yes!" Rachel said eagerly, running off to find a table.
The blonde lifted her shirt and lay down on the coffee table, eyeing Kurt and telepathically telling him thanks.
Rachel came back with a lemon, salt and a shot. She squirted the lemon all over Quinn's body, shaking salt on it as well. She placed the lemon in Quinn's mouth, and the shot in her belly button. "Ready?" Rachel whispered to Quinn.
Quinn smirked and nodded. "Do your worst, babe." She said. And just like that, it happen. Rachel's lips were at the ridges of the shot glass. She took it, and set it down. And as her chaser, Rachel's tongue explored all the way up Quinn's exposed chest. She licked through the girls upper chest, all the way in her cleavage. And finally, Rachel's lips attached to Quinn's as she found the lemon, sucking harshly on it.
The two girls moaned into the half kiss, Quinn's hand finding Rachel's lower back. No sex for almost two months was driving the blonde nuts. The three roommates watched from a far, high fiving each over for their accomplished work.
Rachel pulled away, and spit the lemon on. "And that's how it's done." She said, casually, walking off. She personally didn't consider that a kiss, but it was sure hot enough to satisfy her for a while.
And like all parties, this one had to come to an end. Quinn and Rachel hugged Santana, Kurt and Blaine goodbye, wishing them a safe flight back to New York. When the two girls were alone, the exchanged a casual, tired goodnight. Then, like all nights, Quinn fell asleep on the couch, and Rachel upstairs.
Let me know what you want to happen next chapter. It'll most likely be a filler, and I'm not sure what I want to happen.