Chapter 6
A/N: Whaddup ladies and gays? So, Glee last night...what did everyone think? Whitney is one of my favourite artists and I think they did a fabulous job with the songs. Brittana is my OTP, so indeed I thought "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" was awesome and the Pezberry was pretty cute. Am I the only one not liking all this Quoe stuff on Glee? Not from a biased Faberry-shipping point of view, but I really think the last thing she needs right now is another guy. At this point in time, I'm all for Quinndependence.
But yeah anyway, this is gonna be quite a tense chapter. I don't know how many more chapters are left after this, but I will see how it pans out. Keep the reviews coming, thanks!
-Seena
"Good evening, Quinn. Come on in, Rachel will be down in a second."
"Thank you, Mr Berry," said Quinn, smiling.
Quinn had arrived at the Berry household at 8 on the dot. She knew how touchy Rachel got about punctuality so didn't want to rock the boat. One of the good things about this was that the both of them had been at each other's houses so many times over the years that they each had several outfits, toothbrushes and pj's at each other's houses. So at least Rachel didn't need to worry about lugging an overnight bag along.
"Quinn, I've known you since you were 2'9, I think we've passed the point where you can call me Hiram," chuckled Hiram.
"So almost as tall as Rachel was last year?"
Hiram let out a hearty chuckle at Quinn's little wisecrack. He loved his daughter unconditionally but she really was small.
"I often told Hiram that we should keep her inside on windy days, I was afraid the poor girl was going to be blown away," said Leroy Berry, walking out of the living room and hugging Quinn.
"If you guys are done making fun of my petite stature, Quinn and I can get going," Rachel scolded, while descending the stairs.
"Sorry Rach, but you know it was-"
Quinn untangled herself from Leroy's embrace and got cut off as she looked up at Rachel.
Her best friend was wearing a black, designer cocktail dress that hugged her waist nicely and made her legs seem like they went on for miles. The dress was accompanied by a classy pair of black pumps that gave her a couple more inches in terms of height. She has a kind of smokey tone to her eye makeup that really complimented her outfit. All in all, Rachel looked hot.
"You urm- you look great, Rach. Really, really great," stuttered Quinn.
More than great, you idiot. She looks amazing. Outstanding. Hot. Fabulous. Captivating. Hot. Wait, what? What is up with me? Oh, crap she's talking. What is she saying. Her mouth is moving but I can't hear anything. Crap. Tune in, Quinn.
"Quinn?"
"Huh? Yeah?"
"I said you look very pretty, as well," said Rachel, quirking her eyebrow.
What is up with Quinn?
"Oh," Quinn looked down at her yellow baby doll dress and white flats and shrugged, "this? This is nothing, but thank you."
"Well I think you look adorable. Kind of like an angel."
Quinn looked down and blushed. Hiram and Leroy looked between the two girls who both had a slight pink tint to their cheeks, curiously. They gave each other a look before Hiram cleared his throat.
"Urm, I think you girls should be heading out now," he said.
"Oh, yeah. We should," muttered Quinn, her cheeks still flushed.
"Bye Dad, bye Daddy," said Rachel, kissing each dad on the cheek before opening the door and walking outside.
"Have fun you two, and be responsible! We'll see you tomorrow, baby girl," called Leroy.
"Bye, Leroy. Bye, Hiram," Quinn waved, following after Rachel.
"Goodnight, Quinn," the Berry men said, waving back.
Hiram closed the door and looked back at his husband with a knowing expression.
"I know. Could they be any more obvious?" nodded Leroy.
Hiram simply sighed and shook his head, walking back to the living room.
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"Hola, ladies! Welcome to Puckasaurus' Glee Club Bash. Come on in, pick your poison and enjoy!" yelled Puck as Quinn and Rachel walked into his house.
Rachel and Quinn scanned Puck's home as they walked in. They spotted Santana and Brittany sitting together in the love seat whispering and giggling with each other. Blaine was sipping cautiously on a wine cooler while Kurt and Mercedes seemed to be having a heated discussion about sequins next to him, on the couch. The rest of New Directions seemed to be just roaming around the house sipping on their beverage of choice.
"Hey, mamas!" shouted Mercedes from the couch, "looking good, Berry!"
"Yeah, totes. Damn, Berry. If you ditched the knee highs and wore that more often, we could definitely get more...acquainted," flirted Santana, winking in Rachel's direction.
Rachel blushed while Quinn glared at her co-captain.
Quinn was just about to say something when large arms wrapped around her waist. Finn had obviously started drinking and looked extremely goofy, causing Quinn to giggle at her boyfriend. Finn gave her a dopey smile and planted a kiss on her.
Rachel tensed seeing the two, and forced herself to walk towards Puck.
"Can I get the lady a drink?" asked Puck, offering his arm with a charming smile.
"That would be awesome, Noah."
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45 minutes into the party, it was safe to say Rachel was pretty tipsy. She had tried to avoid Quinn and stay with Puck in the hopes in not seeing her suck face with the giant. And as a result of staying with Puck, she was constantly sipping on something the boy had given her. The two of them were currently sitting in the love seat in with Rachel on Puck's lap and her head rested on his shoulder.
"Hey, Puck! It's spin the bottle time," yelled Sam for across the room.
He looked pretty wasted as he lay with his head resting in Mercedes' lap as she talked to Tina on the couch.
"You up for a game, Jew Babe?" Puck asked, looking down at Rachel.
"Sure, sounds fun," she smiled.
Yup the alcohol was definitely helping. She was actually having a good time.
"Okay! Losers, assemble on the floor. It's spin the bottle time up in this bitch!" Puck shouted to the drunk members of New Directions.
Brittany had to practically tear an irritated Santana away from their make out session to get her to gather in the middle of the room with the rest of the Glee Club.
Quinn, who hadn't had anything to drink all night, told Finn to go ahead and that she didn't feel like playing.
I'm not drunk enough to enjoy this game.
Finn, who didn't seem to be paying that much attention, merely nodded slowly and walked to the middle to join the others. If the boy was pretty dopey in real life, alcohol probably multiplied that dopiness by a hundred. Quinn merely shook her head and sat on the couch to watch the game take place.
The Glee Club all assembled themselves in the middle of the living room floor in a circle. The order ended up being: Finn, Sam, Mercedes, Blaine, Mike, Santana, Brittany, Kurt, Tina, Puck, Rachel, Rory, Sugar and Artie sat in his chair in between Sugar and Finn. An empty wine cooler bottle lay in the middle of the circle.
"Who's up first?" asked Mercedes.
"I wanna go!" chimed Brittany.
She leaned forward and spun the bottle enthusiastically, which eventually came to a stop at Santana.
"How do they always do that?" muttered Finn.
"Shut it, Jolly Green Giant," snapped Santana.
She grabbed her girlfriend's face and assaulted it with her mouth until Brittany pulled away looking content.
Up next was Kurt who quickly pecked Mike when the bottle landed on him. Tina kissed Sam quickly and Artie and Puck awkwardly kissed each other. Next up was Rachel. She spun the bottle and the Glee Club watched it spin and slowly come to a stop at Puck.
"Lay it on me, babe," Puck winked.
Rachel giggled and leaned over and kissed Puck. He responded quite eagerly and deepened the kiss. Members of the Glee Club cheered and laughed. All except one.
Quinn sat on the couch watching the whole thing. She didn't know what it was about seeing Rachel kiss Puck but she immediately saw red and shot off the couch and to where the pair was.
"Okay, that's enough!" she shouted, yanking Rachel to her feet.
"What the hell, Quinn? Cockblocking much?" protested Puck.
"Will you excuse us? Thanks," snarled Quinn.
She marched out the front door dragging a confused Rachel behind her.
"Oh, this is gonna be good," snickered Santana.
She scanned the rest of the group who had confused expressions plastered on their faces, particularly Finn.
"Oh come, on! Are you guys really that oblivious too?" asked Santana in disbelief.
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"Quinn can you please tell me what it going on?" asked Rachel angrily.
Quinn's little scene had definitely caused Rachel to sober up quite a bit. The two of them were on Puck's front porch after Quinn dragged Rachel out of the party. Rachel leaned against the door staring at a livid Quinn.
"You were making out with him! Puck!"
"Your point being?
"Why were you making out with him?"
"I believe when people date, that's allowed. It's certainly not an issue for yourself and Finn!"
"But him? Of all people, Rachel!"
"I fail to see why you're so mad about this, Quinn."
She has a point. Why am I so mad about this?
"I'm mad because I we haven't been hanging out properly for ages and I came to this party to spend some time with you but you've been draped around him the whole time! And you had no problem with letting Satana flirt with you tonight! And now you're just letting him just get his grubby little paws on you while you're drunk!"
"You're with Finn! Why does it matter if I flirt or kiss other people? Why are you-"
Rachel was cut off by Quinn grabbing her face and smashing her lips, angrily into Rachel's.
Rachel was too shocked to respond but there was only one word to describe the feeling both she and Quinn had right now: Fireworks.
Quinn only just seemed to realise what she'd done when she didn't feel Rachel responf and pulled away looking horrified.
"Oh my God, I'm so s-"
Rachel had grabbed the back of Quinn's neck and pulled her back in, effectively cutting off her apology and leading the kiss this time.
Pure euphoria. Both the girls felt like all their senses were alive. Their lips seemed like they were made for each other as they fitted perfectly. Everything was perfect. Quinn Fabray was perfect. Rachel tangled her hands in Quinn's hair and Quinn's arms snaked around Rachel's waist automatically. They continued to kiss enthusiastically, releasing all the pent up sexual tension that had been the two for ages.
It was only when one of them emitted a low rumbling sound from their throats that Quinn was brought back to reality and pulled away suddenly. Rachel tried to approach her but Quinn took a step back.
"Quinn, please. Don't," begged Rachel.
This was the most vulnerable Quinn had ever seen her. Her eyes were watering and her makeup was smudged. It took all Quinn had not to run into her arms and hold her and tell her it would be alright. She couldn't.
"I-I can't," Quinn whispered, "I'm sorry."
Quinn turned on her heel and ran to her car that was parked in Puck's driveway. She threw the door open, jumped in and turned on the engine. She didn't want to look back at Rachel and see the look of pain that was bound to be on her face but was unable to resist. The pang of guilt immediately struck her chest when she saw a broken Rachel staring at her with eyes full of emotion.
Quinn choked back a sob and drove out of Puck's driveway quickly, trying to keep a steady eye on the road.
Rachel had watched Quinn drive away with slow tears falling down her face. She sunk onto the stairs next to the front door and broke into sobs.