14. Smile

The dull thumping of the bass line vibrated the floor underneath them. She tugged on what felt like a door handle, and the door swung open, the entrance to a dark room. Without breaking their lips she used her heel to shut the door behind them, plunging them into the darkness. Her head felt like it was echoing, the alcohol swimming freely around her swaying body. She opened her eyes when she felt a distance between her and the other warm, soft body. Almost black eyes shone out against the backdrop of the moonlight filling the room. Lips curled to the right, as a chin slowly rose, challenging her.

She wasted no time in approaching the other body, grabbing the hem of the white top in her fist and pulling it forward, crashing their lips together again. Something within her ignited like a Zippo lighter and she pushed against the body, until it hit the white porcelain sink behind them with a dull gasp. She grazed the smooth neck with her teeth, the scent of banana shampoo filling her senses. A low moan leaked from the throat by her mouth. '…Yes…' She bit down harshly on the skin underneath her tongue followed by a sharp hiss.
'Oh yessss…!' Came a squeal. She traced the bite mark with the tip of her tongue, and then the body underneath her went completely rigid. She stopped, pulling away her mouth when she heard the door collide with the radiator behind it. A light flicked on above them and her head whirled around to see their intruder.

She raced back down the stairs, tearing through the double doors at the entrance to the building. Her feet hit sodden pavement and she didn't even care she was barefoot.
'Rach…'
She turned brushing a tear away threatening to fall. She cleared her throat. 'I didn't know you were gay…'
Her face scrunched up. 'Wh..' She stuttered. 'I-I'm not. What…that…?' She laughed uncomfortably, a little too hard.
Rachel arched a brow. 'Looked like you two were going at it…last time I checked, that's pretty gay, Quinn.'
A small smile emerged on her intoxicated face. 'Whaddyou care, Rachel…?'
She became visibly flustered. 'I don't.' She cleared her quickly drying throat with a small cough and looked the glassy-eyed blonde up and down. 'Just didn't think you were the whoring type.'
Quinn's smile fell. 'Is this about what happened?'
Rachel's stance hardened again. 'What?'
'Is this about what happened the other night on the couch?'
'Does Lexie know…?' Rachel countered.
She waved her hand. 'She doesn't matter now.'
Her face twisted. 'What?'
'Lexie and I aren't together anymore…'

'Oh that's a shame, I liked you both together.' A familiar voice spoke. She turned her head and Puck had her by the shoulder. 'You need to talk about it…?'
She smiled at him thankfully and touched his right hand on her shoulder. 'Not much to tell.' She shrugged and then looked at Rachel. 'Just didn't feel the same.'
He kissed the top of her blonde head sympathetically. 'Well as long as you're okay?'
She smiled and nodded. 'I'll be fine Puck, really.'
He ruffled her hair. She really did love that guy as if he were her big brother. She looked up at him as he scratched his stubble with his other hand looking to Rachel.
'You ready to go Rach?'
She looked from him to Quinn and she was watching her. Rachel gave her one last look and cleared her throat.
'Yeah,' She smiled pretending nothing was up. 'Let's go.'
Noah turned into Quinn and embraced her tightly before they high fived. 'Catch you later dude, lemme know tomorrow if you need help with the carnage.' He laughed lightly.
She smiled then sighed. 'Catch you later broski.'
She turned and Rachel was standing at his side like a perfect little girlfriend. She bit back a scoff. He nudged her.
'I'll see you later Rachel.' She said politely.
Rachel nodded in return. 'Was nice to see you.'

She watched them walk away, Puck's arm extended around Rachel and the piano feeling dropped once more.

She made her way back into her dorm and shut her bedroom door away from the noise of the party. She flopped on her front down onto the bed and the mattress gave a gushing sigh. She tried to tune out the dull throb of the music – she didn't know if it was the alcohol or Rachel making her head pulse and spin. Finally, she decided to just give up and shut her eyes.