Author's Note: Thanks for the mass of reviews. I decided to continue this fic. Enjoy.
Quinn Fabray was the first to wake up, surprisingly. Her head was throbbing in pain from the hangover, and she felt a need to vomit immediately. The sun peeking through the curtains isn't helping, neither is her aching body.
She feels an arm slung around her stomach, and turns to find a drooling brunette next to her, still fast asleep. She remembers last night, although it's still a bit fuzzy. She had slept with Rachel Berry while they were both drunk. She had lost her virginity with her newfound appendage to her. And although she's pissed at herself for not remembering most details, she doesn't regret it. Not that much, anyways.
Quinn slightly smiles to herself, and carefully removes Rachel Berry's arm away from her. She sits up, and the bed creaks lightly. The blonde immediately glances at Rachel, to see if she had stirred. When she realizes the brunette hadn't moved at all, she stretches her arms, moaning inaudibly.
She decides to ditch Rachel right away, because she did not want her to find out it was her that had slept with her. She didn't want her to find out about her hidden condition, either.
Quinn's orbs examines the unknown room for her clothes. She finds both hers and Rachel's belongings strewn across the room. She slides off the bed silently, making sure not to make a sound that could possibly wake up the drowsy student. She then tiptoes around the room quietly, collecting every single piece of clothing.
She pulls on her checkered boxers, then her trousers. She slips on her bra, and quickly stuffs on her shirt. She smoothes out the wrinkles, then sets back to the bed. She drops Rachel's folded attire perfectly on the counter, meters away from the napkin. Quinn then carefully leans over the bed, and moves towards Rachel, who's quietly snoring, and presses a quick kiss to her cheek. She lightly runs her fingers through chocolate locks, before stepping back.
She grins to herself, then leaves the room that still contains the aroma of sex. As soon as the door to the room is silently closed, she rummages through her pockets for her cellphone. It was on silent the entire time. Seven missed calls. Fifteen messages.
Four of the calls are from her mother, two from Santana Lopez, and one from Brittany Pierce. She reads the first text message she sees, which is from Santana.
Where the fuck are you? You left to get us drinks and you just disappeared.
She reads the second text from Santana as she walks briskly through the hallway. Nearly every single door around her is closed.
Quinn, text me right now or I'm calling!
The blonde skips the few messages from Santana, and reads Brittany's text to her.
Santana tld me not 2 tel u butt shes woried bout u :'''''(
Quinn steps down the stairway carefully as she reads another text from Brittany, which was sent seconds after her last.
r u ther
The rest are from Santana but two, which is from her mother. Quinn doesn't bother to read it and deletes everything. As she trudges past sleeping bodies, she creates a new message and sends it to all three of them.
Don't worry, I'm fine.
She puts her cellphone back into her pocket, and continues to walk, searching for an exit. She steps over a few more snoring bodies, and finally reaches outside. The sun is shining on her, and she decides to step back into the house. Her head was killing her.
Then she remembers Santana had drove her here, and she has no way to get home, unless she wants to walk. She stands from the doorway, and looks around for the Cheerio. She looks down at her phone, and realizes she had recently received a new message.
K that's good. I wasn't worrying about you or anything. Me & Britts left two hours ago. Do you need me to pick you up?
Quinn is shocked by Santana's offer, since she knew Santana was probably busy doing whatever x-rated things with Brittany. She texts back immediately.
Yes, please.
Santana texts back shortly after.
Be right there.
Thanks, Santana.
Brittany texts her a minute later.
we re comin 2 save u!
Not even five minutes after Quinn had left, Rachel had woken up and was now rubbing her eyes. Her head was literally killing her, and she doesn't remember anything that happened last night. She feels a need to puke. The bottom half of her naked body is sore, and she groans. She must have slept with someone, she wonders automatically.
She stretches her arms numbly as she stares at the empty space next to her. She places a hand on it, smoothing it, and she notes that it's still warm. Then she starts to remember blonde hair, and hazel eyes. She starts to panic as she finally takes in everything.
I just had drunk sex with someone last night! Did we use a condom? I promised myself I wouldn't lose my virginity until I'm twenty-five! That's in eight more years! I'm still with Finn! What if I'm pregnant? What if he has an STD? WHAT IF-
Her train of thoughts stops when she realizes again the space next to her is warm, which must have meant he had just left not so long ago. She must find him.
She quickly falls off the bed, in search for her clothes. She finds them right on the counter, and smiles when she notices they are neatly folded. She frantically pulls her clothes on, and rushes out of the room as she chants in her head, SHITSHITSHIT.
She frowns as she steps over a dozen of snoring teenagers. There's red plastic cups all over the floor, with beer and wine soaking the carpet. She slides down the stairs and jumps over some cigarettes. She stares at the faces of everyone she passess, hoping to find someone familiar.
As she finds her way through the bodies, she searches for her cellphone, and realizes she doesn't have it. Rachel groans silently and looks around the house for it, since she knew it wasn't in the room she had slept in. She would've seen it.
Fortunately, she finds it near the tables, that were now empty of any alcohol. She quickly grabs it, then runs off towards the exit. Thirteen messages. Twelve are from Finn, she reads the first few from him.
WER R U
SEPH WUZ LYIN I DDNT CHET ON U
OK MAYB IT WUZ 1 TIME IM SRRY WER R U
RACHEL?
She continues walking, frowning as she deletes Finn's messages. She reads the final message from her parents.
Sweetie, your father and I are going to go on a quick vacation. I know this is short notice, but I hope you are responsible and take care of the house. We've left you a few hundred bills, added with what you have now. We'll be back Friday. I hope you're having a good time at Tina's!
She smiles and does a cheerful dance in her head as she texts a quick message to Finn.
I'm fine, Finn, where are you? I need someone to pick me up.
As she sends the message, she decides to continue to stay with Finn. If what he's saying is true, then they're now equal, although Finn won't know that. She's walking again, and spots a familiar blonde outside. She steps through the front door and runs to her.
"Hey, Quinn," she greets cheerfully, happy that she finally found someone she knows.
Quinn freezes, and turns her head around slowly. "Rachel, hi."
"Have you seen a male blonde with piercing hazel eyes, and like he's around your height?" she questions, still grinning.
Quinn doesn't say a word for a second. "Um, uh, no- why?" She feels herself harden slightly when last night's events start flowing through her head.
"No reason. Just wondering," she says curtly. "What are you waiting for?"
"Santana," Quinn answers, "She's coming to pick me up."
"Do you think she minds if I come with?" she questions, glancing at her cellphone for any sign of a text message. None from Finn. "I don't have a ride, either. I don't know where Finn is."
"I'm sure she won't mind," Quinn murmurs awkwardly.
Rachel quickly sends another message to Finn. Nevermind, I got a ride.
"So, why'd you sleep here? Did someone get lucky?" the sixteen year-old smirks, nudging the blonde with a wink.
"Um, no, I passed out," Quinn lies right away.
"Too much alcohol?"
"Probably," Quinn shrugs nonchalantly.
"I have a question."
"Yes, Berry?"
"What did you do when you first found out you were pregnant?" Rachel inquires, placing a hand on Quinn's shoulder, who flinches in return. "I mean- you used to be pregnant last year, I'm just wondering."
Quinn starts panicking in her head. Holy fuck, we didn't use a condom. I'm pretty sure we didn't. What if I got her pregnant? Ohmygod, did I cum in her? Shiiiiiiiiit.
"Er," Quinn starts, awkwardly pacing, "I don't remember. Why?"
"Just wondering," Rachel says plainly, just as Santana's vehicle arrives. Brittany waves at them from the front seat.
Quinn and Rachel both start walking towards the back of the car, and Quinn slides in first.
"Why are you here?" Santana mumbles to the brunette.
"Santana, don't be mean," Brittany says.
"I need a ride, is that okay with you?"
"Sure, sure, whateves," Santana replies, and Brittany smiles at her girlfriend, patting her head lovingly.
Rachel claps cheerfully and steps into the car. Santana starts to drive right away.
"So, why were you two together? Did you two-"
"No!" Quinn yelps immediately.
Meanwhile, Rachel shakes her head, beaming, and in a rush, she says, "I slept with this guy, and even though, I don't remember much, but I know for sure it felt really good. Please don't tell Finn."
Crap, she is still with Finn. Quinn presses a hand to her head, groaning. She feels a tinge of jealousy.
"Didn't know you had it in you. You didn't even let Finnyboy get to second base," Santana comments.
"Ah well, he's sloppy," Rachel returns.
"He is," Brittany adds.
The three stare at her.
"Do anyone of you know a blonde with hazel eyes, who's like shorter than Brittany, but definitely taller than me?"
"Oh, I don't know, Quinn?" Santana says helpfully.
Quinn glares at Santana, but remains mute.
"No, obviously not her," Rachel chuckles nervously.
"Jayden Scar," Brittany adds.
"Hell no, Jayden was with that bitch all night. The one that attacked me last year. That one named Hippo Poop or something," Santana responds.
"You mean Clarity?" Brittany corrects.
"Whatever," Santana rolls her eyes. "We've arrived here at your house, Berry."
"Thank you so much," Rachel grins, stepping out. "By the way, I might have a party Wednesday, just for Glee Club. My parents aren't here until Friday. Bring whatever you can."
"We'll be there," Santana says.
"Definitely," Brittany adds again.
Quinn frowns. She did not want a repeat of last night. She didn't want anymore accidental drunk sex. "I don't know if I'll be able to make it."
"Aw, well I'll see you guys later, bye!"
"So, Quinn, who'd you sleep with?"
"I passed out."
"We saw you with a 5'1 brunette before you disappeared."
"Shit."
Author's Note: What do you want to see in the future chapters? Any predictions? & please review!