Rachel's Point of View
We made it to Santana's house and Brittany greeted us at the door. She came to it giggling and gave us a smile before the Latina waltzed up behind her.
"You guys actually had the balls to be late." She said, a challenging tone in her voice.
"We had baking supplies all in our hair. Cut us some slack." Quinn defended. I turned to her grateful, but when I met her eyes my heart stopped. There was a twinkle there, and I couldn't stop staring. Those hazel eyes had a hold on me, and honest to God I think I could stare at them happily for the rest of my life.
All these damn feelings along with a Quinn who likes to snuggle is driving me wild. There's constant butterflies and it's hard to will the feelings away. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of myself thinking that she could feel the same, but then I scold whatever part of me thought that. This is Quinn Fabray we're talking about here.
Someone cleared their throat and it snapped me back to reality. I didn't miss the pissed look Quinn had when whatever kind of moment we were having was interrupted though.
Santana just smirked at us for a minute like she knew something. Did she know I liked Quinn? No…there's no way. "Yeah…no one shows up to my place late and gets away with it."
Quinn's eyes got wide and I knew I should be scared. "Santana, I'm sure I don't get what you're imply-" and as soon as I was interrupted I was hiked over the Latinas shoulder.
"Santana Lopez you put her down!"
"Not a chance Fabray." She said running for what I assumed was her back yard.
"Here, Rach. I got you." Quinn said running after Santana to tackle her. But that was all she could do before Brittany picked her up from around the waist and followed us to whatever doom the darker girl had planned.
They shot out of the back door and she was making a bee line for the pool. "No. No, Santana. No! It is way too cold out for-"
"Oh, relax Berry. I'm a bitch but I'm not stupid. That's not where I'm taking you." And with that she ran a few more steps and threw me into her trampoline. "Hurry, Brit! Before this shorty gets out." Brittany ran and threw Quinn in after me.
Neither one of us knew what the hell was going on. So Quinn questioned them first. "Why? Is there a significance to manhandling us and then throwing us on a trampoline?"
"Not on. In." Santana smirked.
"Okay, what? I'm with Quinn…what are you two talking about?"
"Britts go get the rope." Quinn and I exchanged worried glances and we both started pleading.
"Santana, we were barely 20 minutes late. Come on, it's cold out here. I don't want Rach to get sick."
I looked over at her and I didn't think I could want somebody more than at that moment. She was actually worried about me, more than herself at that moment. Not that she's too self centered, that's not what I mean at all. It's just…damn I really like this girl.
I guess I got lost in her again because this time when I snapped back into the present Santana had knotted the trampoline net together with rope nine ways till Sunday. I relented, knowing that fighting with Santana was going to get us nowhere. But obviously Quinn had other thoughts.
"If Rachel gets sick this is all on you."
"Whatever. Britts and I are going to go watch some t.v. Have fun you two." She said winking at Quinn and walking back into her house. I was at a complete loss for words.
"Wha-" I began to question.
"Don't even ask."
I just nodded and decided we might as well have some fun while we're here. "So…wanna play popcorn?"
"You're damn straight." She giggled and as I got up she pushed me back down. "No. I get to jump first."
Quinn's Point of View
We'd played about 3 games of popcorn before Rachel decided to make it interesting.
"Okay." She began. "Whoever is in the middle and being bounced has to try to sing a song. If you don't finish at least one verse and the chorus than you essentially lose."
"And what happens if you lose?" I asked, knowing the diva had something in mind.
She seemed to be pondering for a minute. "You have to take off an article of clothing."
I laughed. "Rach, the only thing we really have on besides bras and underwear are sweats and t shirts."
"So you better not lose." Rachel said, lifting an eyebrow.
I'd lost twice. Being left with no socks and no shirt. She hadn't lost once, and I don't think she was going to let me forget about that for awhile. I'd probably have been able to win if she wasn't giving me that damn Rachel Berry smile.
This girl is gorgeous.
And also about to go down. It was my turn to jump, and I don't plan on going down without a fight.
Rachel's Point of View
I had my knees up to my chest, trying to look anywhere but at Quinn. She had her shirt off. And for obvious reasons the sight of that was very distracting.
"Are you ready?" I nodded but I still wouldn't face her. "Okay…"
And with that she started bouncing and I started singing.
I can't fight this feeling any longer.
Emotionally or physically. I mean look at her breasts…
And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow.
I couldn't really stop from letting my gaze find her this time. She was looking at me, smiling as she jumped around my head.
What started out as friendship has grown stronger.
I only wish I had the strength to let it show.
She continued to laugh as she tried to throw me off, and all I could do was stare and keep singing.
And even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight.
You're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winters night.
Quinn had stopped giggling so hard and was starting to let the words sink in I believe, because her jumps continued, but slowed significantly. A moment of silence fell between us and we were just looking at each other, both of us still bouncing lightly. She opened her mouth to say something, but she accidentally stepped on her shirt and came barreling down.
She landed half on me, and half off. Her right shoulder on the trampoline and the rest of her hovering over me. She was starring down into my eyes and through my being flustered I continued on.
And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might.
"Rachel…"
"Quinn…" I was so lost in those hazel eyes. I couldn't even wrap my head around what was happening, but I saw and felt her moving in. Moving in to what? To kiss me?
Holy shit, she's actually going to do this. Her lips weren't too far away from mine now, and as I leaned forward…
"HOLA MAMACITAS!" Santana yelled from the other side of the yard. Quinn and I quickly threw ourselves off of one another and she went to retrieve her shirt. "How was the cold lonely ti- woah! What were you two doing?"
"Shut up, San. How would you like it if they interrupted us?" Brittany whispered. Santana just looked over to her with wide eyes. I couldn't pay too much attention to it though because I was too caught up with what had almost just happened.
Quinn Fabray was about to fucking kiss me.
I wonder if it was just some weird spur of the moment thing. Maybe it didn't even mean anything. We were both just having a lot of fun and got caught in the moment. But that look in her eyes…no. Whatever was going to happen wasn't an accident. That was on purpose.
"Who's up for a game of Truth or Dare?" Brittany offered, trying and succeeding at changing the subject. Everybody seemed like a deer in headlights right now, so we were all grateful for the suggestion.
'Yeahs' and 'sures' were mumbled and Santana and Brittany walked back into the house after untying the rope that held the net together.
I looked over to Quinn who smiled at me. "Are you ready for this game with those two? This shit gets serious."
All I could do was nod, and when I did she grabbed my hand and led me back into the house.
Quinn's Point of View
We were a few questions into the game, but none of them had been anything substantial. Just insignificant truths. Santana's back was leaning against the couch in her family's den with Brittany sitting cross-legged beside of her. Rachel sat in front of the Latina with me beside her. We were all sitting in sort of a make shift circle.
And Rachel had never let go of my hand.
"Okay, Berry. I choose dare. Hit me with your best shot." Santana challenged in her mock accent. She looked over to me and I just shrugged. Until I thought of something and brought her in to whisper into her ear.
She looked at me shocked for a moment but then just broke out into laughter. "What?" I asked. "Just do it." She couldn't hardly get it out between fits of giggles, but she managed.
"Okay, okay." She sobered herself up. "I dare you to lick your cat."
"That's what you two idiots are carrying on about? Me licking my cat? Did you guys fucking smoke something out there?"
"Hey. Quinn told me to do it. Direct all of your harshness to her." Santana raised a skeptical eyebrow to the blonde diagonal to her and she just shrugged.
"I'm just trying to make this game a little bit interesting at the least."
"I've got a way to make it interesting. Hey, Berry. I dare you to lick the inside of Quinn's throat." This earned her a swat from Brittany and flustered looks from both Rachel and I. "I'm not joking. You want to make this game real, and that's what I'm doing. So go on, get to smooching." She said and gave me that knowing look.
Yes I want to kiss Rachel, but that doesn't mean she wants it. I'm going to fucking kill Santana. But before I could get a word out Rachel's hands were on either side of my face, pulling me until our lips crashed together.
I think I whimpered, but I'm not really sure. If I did I hope it wasn't audible. This all felt so right. It was ten times better than I imagined it would be. My hand found its way to her neck, and I pulled her in even deeper.
Her lips were sucking on mine and eventually her tongue found dominance, mine not willing to put up a fight. I bit her bottom lip and she pulled away. Her face was flushed and she obviously needed some air.
But I would've been fine without breathing, if it meant I got to do that again. My hand was still on the back of her neck when I notice her slightly blush, if she even could in that moment. My eye's followed to where hers were and I saw both Santana and Brittany looking at us with wide eyes and open mouths. The Latina looked shocked and, if I wasn't mistaken Brit looked a little turned on.
"Um…" I drew out. I then realized our situation and Rachel and I quickly untangled ourselves. "Truth or dare?" I asked no one in particular.
The other two girls still looked shocked and Rachel's eyes were plastered to the floor, glancing at me and smiling shyly every once and while.
"Actually, why don't we just watch a movie?" Brittany suggested.
"Okay!" Everybody was more than happy to agree. I think we all just needed to digest and unwind from whatever tonight held, so a couple hours in the dark were ideal.
Brittany and Santana were lying down on the couch, the Latinas back to the blonde's front. Of course I knew the reason behind it, but I don't think Rachel put too much thought into it because everybody knew the girls were insanely close.
Kind of like we're growing to be…
Rachel and I sat on the big chair to the right of the couch the other two were on. We sat with our thighs pressed against each other, but our arms were at our sides. I didn't know what she was thinking about what had happened and didn't know how comfortable she was.
But I wanted to know. I wanted to know everything she was feeling. Because even if that kiss was a dare, there was a passion behind it. Or was there? Maybe you're just delusional Fabray. I thought to myself.
But was the opening credits ended and the movie began she lifted my arm up and snuggled beneath it. I was so grateful but my thoughts were still kind of mixed on what exactly this meant. Maybe she was just trying to assure me of our friend status again.
So through my thoughts I just smiled down at her. She obviously sensed something was off though because her hand found my cheek and she asked me what was wrong.
I was too lost in the sensation of her hand there to answer, until I saw something move behind her head and my eyes flickered up. Santana had turned to face Brittany and the blonde was smiling at her. Then the darker girl pulled her in for a kiss and they obviously forget where they were.
My gaze went back down to Rachel and she looked confused, she turned to follow where my eyes had just been but I grabbed her cheek and turned her face back towards me. "Rachel…"
She still seemed curious but she also looked like she was battling with herself over which direction to look. As she tried to glance back to where I had been looking I pulled her face into mine and kissed her.
If I thought the first time was good, this time was better. My heart was hammering in my chest and Rachel was passionately kissing me back. We only pulled away when we absolutely needed air to survive.
"Shew." She sighed. I looked at her confused.
"What?"
She just giggled and looked at my lips hungrily. "I thought that it was only me."
This might've flown a little weird, but I hope you guys liked it. Things will be reveled and unraveled in the next chapter.(: