Rachel:

"Dad! I told you to go left, not right!" Rachel waved her hands dramatically.

"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you Rach, but we already went left the last three times we went past that tree! I thought you said you knew where Quinn lived?"

"I do!" Rachel exclaimed. It was already five, and Rachel Berry was never late. Never. "Yes, I do know where she lives, and it was left… back there!" She pouted.

"Really?" Rachel's dad asked pulling up outside a large house. "Number 27 Oak-way Lane? The house right there?" He pointed out the window.

Rachel lowered her eyes sheepishly. "That's what I meant" she whispered, then glanced up. "Thanks dad, I love you"

Rachel's dad grinned, he could never stay mad at her for long.

"I love you too sweetie" He kissed her head. "Have fun" he said as she got out the car. "And remember, no alcohol!" He called after her.

"I know! Don't worry!" Rachel called running to the front door.

She silently prayed that there would be no alcohol. Puck would be there and she knew what happened to girls who drank around him. Rachel was dragged inside before she even rang the doorbell.

"About time Berry!" An already tipsy looking Santana exclaimed. Rachel could only tell this because Brittany was trailing behind her, her lips attached to her neck, which was something they never did in public.

"Take this!" Brittany squealed happily, detaching herself from Santana long enough to pass Rachel a glass full of what looked very much like vodka.

Rachel sighed inwardly. "So much for no alcohol"

Quinn:

"Hey Q!" She heard Santana call from the hallway. "Manhands is finally here!"

Quinn both sighed and flinched. She sighed because she thought that Rachel wasn't going to show up. Although it was only just past five, she new how stressed Rachel was about being late.

She flinched at the use of the name that she; Santana and Brittany swore that they would never call Rachel again. She got ready to shout at Santana for breaking their promise, and then remembered it was the alcohol talking. As much of a bitch that Santana could be, she would never knowingly break a promise.

Quinn took a deep breath as Rachel came in the living room. Luckily she was standing behind everyone else, so she had time to compose herself while Rachel was being greeted by the rest of the gleeks.

Quinn tried not to look directly at Rachel as she approached her, but after a rare compliment on Rachel's outfit from Kurt:

"Rachel, nice to see you without a knitted animal sweater on, you look nice in summer attire, who knew?"

Quinn couldn't help but look.

Her breath caught in her throat as she caught sight of Rachel.

The unusual heat of the summer had made her loose the argyle and knee-high socks. In their place was a low cropped, fitted check blouse. Rachel had tied the bottom of the blouse up where her ribs met, revealing her tanned, and well-toned stomach. She was also wearing very, very tight denim shorts that were just as revealing as the shirt.

Quinn quickly looked away as Rachel glanced her way. She gulped and tried to cool down her reddening cheeks as Rachel smiled and talked to her.

"Hello Quinn. Thank you very much for inviting me to your party"

Quinn forced herself to make eye contact with Rachel.

"Uh… Well- I- Y'know- It's… No problem. I'm just pleased you could make it." She stammered.

Rachel smiled even brighter and Quickly hugged Quinn. Quinn's eyes widened at the contact, and her cheeks burned even more.

When the contact was broken, Quinn somehow managed to find her voice enough to say. "Well, uh… Make yourself at home, I'll just take your bag upstairs."

The frown that had appeared on Rachel's face after seeing Quinn acting so flustered rapidly disappeared. As she turned and walked away, Quinn glanced down with lust at Rachel's deliciously tight shorts.

Rachel:

"Oh my god" Rachel though to herself as she made her way over to the couch. "What is going on with the world? Was Quinn Fabray just checking me out? Why was she so red when I hugged her? And why did she feel so… warm? It must be the heat…"