A/N- Challenge complete! Thanks again for sending in the challenge, Purple Bandana!
Rachel distanced herself from Quinn as they got ready to leave. Santana and Brittany began cleaning up the plastic cups and crumbs on the floor. Santana would occasionally look over at them and laugh knowingly. At one point, she even went in her bedroom and stripped the sheets off her bed, saying they desperately needed to be washed.
The girls didn't talk much as they searched the house for missing shoes, car keys, their purses, or anything else they could've possibly left lying around. Quinn blushed when she looked under the bed and found her bra, which she hadn't even realized she wasn't wearing.
Rachel was purposely moving slowly because she didn't want to leave Quinn. What was Quinn now, anyway? Were they girlfriends? They certainly weren't enemies, that's for sure. Their current label was one of the many things the two needed to discuss, when the time was right.
They had talked a little the night before. Rachel could now remember that much. After fooling around, they laid there staring at one another. Rachel remembered their talk better than the sex, actually. Having Quinn's hands roam across her body, feeling that pink tongue penetrate her in the way that made her mewl and beg for more... it all seemed unrealistic. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed like a dream. It was the moments afterward that seemed more believable.
Quinn held Rachel's face as she came down from her orgasm, kissing her lazily and tasting herself on Rachel's tongue. There was something amazingly sexy about that. Rachel's breasts were bare against hers, and they pressed together as Rachel leaned in to deepen their kiss.
"I think I'm in love with you," Rachel said, her words coming out muffled as she attempted to remain attached to Quinn's lips.
Quinn pulled away abruptly. "That's the alcohol talking," she replied coolly. Rachel shook her head, knowing that wasn't true. Quinn sighed. "You really think you're in love with me? You better not just be saying that, Rachel, because that would break my heart."
Rachel shook her head. "I swear, it's true." That made Quinn smile and whisper, "Good, because I love you too." They were silent now, basking in the glow of being in love. Rachel, of course, was the first to break the silence.
"What do we do now? Are we together now?"
"I don't know, Rachel."
"Are you my girlfriend?" she asked, trying to get a straight answer.
"I don't know, Rachel!" Quinn huffed and rolled away, forcing Rachel to curl up behind her just to stay close by. "My mom, I've already disappointed her enough. First the baby, now-"
"Well clearly another baby won't be a problem," Rachel said, trying to lighten the mood. She received a glare and Quinn kept talking. "Obviously your fathers would understand, but I just don't know what my mother would say."
"What does it matter what your mom thinks?" Rachel asked innocently.
"You know, sometimes I don't get why I like you so much." Quinn's words were cutting Rachel deep. "You're nosy and too persistent and full of yourself."
"You're all of those things too, you know," Rachel replied quietly.
Quinn laughed dryly. "What ever happened to 'opposites attract?'"
"Some people like what they're most comfortable with. What they know. You and I are obviously those people, who just want what they understand."
Quinn sighed shakily. "Rachel, I-"
"Quinn, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever met. And whatever you choose, I'd be happy to call you my girlfriend. It would probably hurt your popularity, and I don't know what people would say or if this would even work out in the end, but I'm willing to give it a shot if you are."
Quinn rolled over, and Rachel saw that there were tears in her eyes. "We'll talk about this in the morning, okay?"
"Rachel?" The sound of Quinn's voice pulled Rachel from her reverie. "Your keys have been on the coffee table this whole time, you don't need to keep looking for them."
Rachel walked over to Quinn and let the keys fall into her outstretched hand. "Thanks." Quinn nodded and started to walk away, but Rachel reached out to stop her. "Wait, Quinn, about last night..."
"It's fine," Quinn said, her eyes falling to the floor. "You can just forget it ever happened."
"What if I don't want to?" Rachel closed the gap between them and kissed Quinn. Now that their heads were clear and almost free of alcohol, their senses were going haywire from a mere brushing of the lips. Rachel could smell Quinn's perfume, the scent of lilacs slowly fading from her last spray. Quinn's lips were soft and as Rachel reached out her tongue tentatively, she could taste a fresh coat of cherry vanilla lip gloss. She could hear every noise Quinn made, from her short breaths to the quiet moans emanating from her throat. When Rachel pulled away, it was the sight of the blonde that was the most breathtaking of all.
"I can't leave what we have," Rachel whispered. She held Quinn's cheek as the blonde replied, "Neither can I."
"So you'll try again? We can be together?" Rachel tried not to sound too hopeful. She didn't want to scare Quinn away.
"Baby steps, okay? We should probably go out on a date or something, make sure this is what we really want before we fall all the way into it."
Rachel nodded and opened her mouth to agree when Santana's shouts interrupted her. "Are you two gonna get the fuck out of my house or what?" They thanked Santana for the party and ran from the door to avoid getting yelled at again.
"You promise that we can go out on that date?" Rachel asked.
"I promise. I can't promise this will last forever and I can't promise it will be easy, but I can promise that I'll try my best."
"That's all I need," Rachel replied. Quinn chuckled and shook her head before pulling Rachel in for one last quick kiss.
"Call me later, okay?" Quinn called over her shoulder as she walked to her car. Rachel nodded and waved, watching Quinn drive off with a sense of satisfaction. Maybe Puck's little bet had been a good idea after all.