Author's Note: Thanks for the amount of reviews, even though they've dropped greatly compared to the past chapters. Enjoy, and try to ignore all the errors I've made, since I haven't had time to check it.
Quinn Fabray tried her absolute best to avoid the brunette for the rest of the party. As soon as she bolted out of the closet, she sat at the couch furthest away from Rachel Berry, with her magazine still in her lap. Everyone stared at Quinn in amusement as Rachel sat back down next to Kurt. Santana eyed Quinn smugly, quirking an eyebrow. Quinn rolled her eyes at her friend as she studied the magazine she held in her lap.
"Santana," Sam Evans read from the slip of paper, before unwrapping another, "and Brittany."
Quinn's head rose to stare at the two in astonishment, as she watched the duo link their pinkies together before skipping towards the closet. Sam wiggled his eyebrows at them suggestively as he closed the door. Mercedes glared at him as he did so.
As Quinn's orbs moved away from the closet door, they connected with Rachel's chocolate ones, that were staring right back at her. She quickly snapped her eyes back to the magazine in hand, trying to get rid of the thoughts of Rachel.
When Brittany and Santana's time was up, they continued the game until there were no names left.
"Truth or dare, anyone?" Puck suggested, awkwardly raising his red cup.
A few hums of agreement filled the room.
"Alrighty," Puck directed his question towards Sam, "truth or dare?"
"Uh, truth."
"You pussy," Puck joked before adding, "Is Mercedes good in the sack?"
Mercedes scowled as Sam scratched his hair confusingly, "Um."
"Sam!" Mercedes nudged her boyfriend.
"We've never actually done it," Sam murmured sheepishly.
After a few more turns around, it was Santana's turn.
"Santana, truth or dare?"
"Dare, of course, I'm not a chicken," she replied, crossing her arms.
"I dare you to kiss Rachel. With tongue."
"Ew, are you kidding me?" she snapped, "Hell to the fucking no."
"Chicken," Puck commented, clucking at her.
"C'mon, Santana, you can do it. She's a good kisser," Brittany informed her girlfriend.
"Just do it, Santana, or are you a chicken?" Puck said.
"Simple dare," Brittany urged.
"What if I get AIDS?"
Rachel stared at her with a frown as she crawled towards the Cheerio. "Santana."
"Alright, fine," Santana mumbled before pressing her lips forwards, meeting Rachel's halfway.
The liplock lasted for a few minutes, and Quinn forced herself to look away.
Afterwards, it was your turn.
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth," Quinn responded with a tint of pink scrawled across her cheeks.
"Do you like anyone in this room?" Puck inquired.
Quinn hesitated for a moment. "Er," she eyed Rachel momentarily, before flicking her eyes somewhere else. I think I'm starting to like Rachel. "Yes."
"Ooh, who?" Santana quipped.
"I already answered a question," Quinn whispered numbly, her eyes locking on the cover of the magazine again.
After the game, Artie, Tina, and Mike decided to leave.
"Didn't you all drink beer before?" Rachel asked worriedly before they left.
"Don't worry, I'm driving," Tina answered. "I only drank a few sips when I first arrived, hours ago, nothing more."
"Alright, good night," Rachel said.
"See you guys," Mike waved as he wheeled Artie out of the house, with his girlfriend right behind him.
After they had left, Brittany had fallen asleep on Santana's shoulder, who was blankly finishing another can of beer.
"We're going to go," Sam explained to the brunette. "Kurt barely drank, he'll carefully drive for us."
"'Night," Rachel led Sam, Mercedes, Kurt and Finn out of her place. Finn was the last one and he halted before he left.
"I'm so sorry," Finn apologized almost inaudibly.
"Finn, I don't think I can do this with you anymore," Rachel responded.
"Why? I thought you loved me. I know for a fact I love you."
"Loved, just like you said. I loved you. And it wasn't only because of what happened yesterday. Our relationship has been slipping."
"Rachel-"
"Just go, Finn, they're waiting for you."
Finn sighed before he said, "Friends at least?" He stuck out his hand.
"Fine," Rachel shook it before gently pushing the giant out.
"Good night, Rachel," Finn said before he skidded towards the vehicle.
Rachel sighed again, closing the door after she made sure he made it to the car. When she traveled back to the living room, Brittany was still asleep and Puck seemed to be dozing off. Lauren was running her fingers through Puck's mohawk as Santana and Quinn were chatting with each other.
"Can I see your magazine for a second?" Santana questioned, smirking at the blonde next to her.
"I'm still reading it," the blonde replied, flipping through the pages.
"For the past few hours? Yeah, okay. Gimme it," Santana reached to grab the magazine.
Rachel interrupted the interaction shortly after. "Hey guys, when are you leaving?"
At that moment, Brittany stirred, her eyes opening slowly. "I don't wanna go," she yawned into Santana's shoulder. "I want to sleep here."
"Britt-"
"That can be arranged, there's a guest room for two," Rachel informed.
"See, we can stay," Brittany murmured, her eyes closing again.
"I guess Blondie here has to walk home," Santana snickered, as she stood, sticking an arm out at her girlfriend. "C'mon, Britts, let's go to the room."
"Mm," Brittany took the hand, and allowed Santana to drag her upstairs.
"It's the room across from the bathroom," Rachel called out as they left.
Quinn awkwardly stared at her, "Um, I guess I should just walk home."
"No need, you could sleep with me," Rachel suggested, grinning shyly.
"Um," Quinn closed the magazine. "I don't think that's a good idea."
"I'm certainly not allowing you to walk home alone at this time of day," Rachel said.
"Okay," Quinn allowed the brunette to pull her to her feet.
"Lauren, are you going to leave when Puck wakes up or sleep on the couch?"
"I'm fine on the couch."
"Need a blanket? Anything?"
"No, Berry, it's all good."
"Alright, night. I'll leave the lights on," Rachel murmured to them. With the blonde's hand still in hers, she led her upstairs.
As they past the closed guest room, they heard giggles and short moans. Quinn's cheeks flushed as Rachel ignored the noises.
"How much did you drink?" Quinn asked offhandedly.
"Not much, just two cans, not even really. The last drink was an hour or two ago. Why?"
"No reason."
As they opened the door with the golden star mended on top, Quinn made sure to keep the magazine in place. Rachel seemed to notice as she closed to door after them, flicking on the lights.
"You must like that magazine," Rachel chuckled. Quinn flushed again.
"It's a good magazine."
"Right," Rachel randomly tore off her shirt with her back towards Quinn, and Quinn unconsciously watched, jaw-slacked. Rachel shuffled through her clothes as she pulled on the rest of her pajamas. She turned around to find Quinn gaping at her. "What's wrong?"
Quinn blinked a few times before answering, "Uh, nothing's wrong."
Rachel smirked and started towards the drawers, filing through the clothes. She tossed the largest t-shirt and shorts she had at the blonde, who didn't catch either item. Quinn bent down to gather them as she flushed again.
"I'll head to the bathroom, you can change here," Rachel offered as she skipped towards her own bathroom.
Quinn snapped out of her trance and dropped her magazine on the desk closest to her, before quickly switching her attire. She bounded into the bed immediately, under the covers, since she didn't want Rachel to see a particular bulge in her shorts.
"Already sleepy?" Rachel inquired as she entered back into her room.
"A bit," Quinn nodded.
Rachel silently flipped off all the lights and made her way towards the bed. Quinn felt the space next to her shift as she stared straight ahead towards the ceiling. "Good night, Quinn."
"'Night, Rachel."
Rachel shifted in her spot for a few moments before she settled in one stance.
Quinn flipped her body slightly, so that her back was to Rachel as she closed her eyes. She was feeling drowsy all of a sudden. A wave of sleepiness had just overwhelmed her when she felt a hand crawl to her waist. She felt perfect lips pressing onto her neck, sucking softly.
She flipped back around as best as she could without hitting the brunette, facing towards the ceiling once again. Rachel hadn't stopped, and her hand seemed to raise towards the blonde's chest.
"Rachel, what are you doing?"
Rachel didn't answer, and she sat up slightly, shifting her weight on one elbow as her other hand grazed towards Quinn's pale cheek. Her thumb massaged the skin there as she melted their lips together shortly after. Quinn couldn't help but kiss back, and her erected bulge was increasing already.
Rachel pulled her lips away for a breath of air, before diving again, her tongue flicking on the blonde's lower lip. She gasped into the brunette, and was automatically fisting the bedsheets beneath her. "Rachel-"
"Shh," Rachel murmured into lips as her hand fell from the cheek and cascaded downwards.
Quinn was frantic, because she knew Rachel was more sober than drunk and that she would remember what had happened tomorrow. Rachel's hand was centimeters away from her appendage when her hand gripped the brunette's wrist gingerly. "Rachel, I have to tell you something."
"I know," Rachel replied.
"What?" Quinn gapped, her grip now loosely around Rachel's wrist.
"I know," Rachel echoed, and took the chance to allow her hand to crawl in the blonde's shorts, her fingers lightly skimming through the member. Quinn gasped into her.
"H-How did you know?"
"I put the puzzle pieces together," Rachel explained softly, still running her fingers around Quinn's friend. "Blonde hair, beautiful hazel eyes," she continued, staring at the female's piercing irises staring back at her. "And when I woke up that day, you were right there outside. And when we kissed several times tonight, it just flooded through my head that it was you. It all fit. Same height, gracefulness, though I don't remember much, I knew it was so beautiful when we had sex. It felt like making love, and not just a one night stand. And I had sex with Finn the other day, and it couldn't even compare to that night. That night was so perfect, and I want it again." She pressed a soft kiss on the blond that laying before her, repeating, "I want it again."
Quinn froze at the confession and quickly took the time to pull Rachel's hand away from her appendage and immediately flung over on her side, facing the door. "I can't, Rachel."
Rachel frowned at the clear rejection, "But Quinn."
Quinn sighed, and no matter how turned on she was, she couldn't. "I can't."
"Why?"
"I-I'm still buzzed, I want my next time to be sober."
Author's Note: Ooh, cliffhanger. Please review!