17. Born To Die
She slipped her aviator sunglasses down her forehead to over her eyes. The heavy orange sun was hanging low in the sky, beginning to set and she shut the trunk with a heavy thud. She sat in the driver's seat and started the engine with a spluttering cough. As soon as the engine started, the CD player chimed in, and she recognised the opening chord straight away.
She pressed down on the gas pulling away from the kerb and just couldn't shake her crying face from her head. The haunting female voice came trickling out of the speakers by her legs.
Don't make me sad, don't make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough
I don't know why
Keep making me laugh.
Let's go get high,
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime.
She felt the pounding of little balled up fists on her chest, holding her close. She could almost feel the wet patches on her tank top again, a dull aching pain still gripping her heart as she pressed down harder on the gas.
Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
Choose your last words,
This is the last time
Cause you and I
We were born to die
She dug her perfectly manicured feet into the side of her leg and squealed. 'What are you doing?' She shrieked.
Quinn simply laughed and pressed harder down on the gas, watching the speedometer slowly creep up higher and higher.
'Q slow down!'
She looked across at Rachel smiling, her mouth open, dark hair splayed out behind her weaving in the wind as they drove. The feeling of the wind in their faces and in their hair took their breath away. Quinn had one hand loosely wrapped around the large black steering wheel, feeling the wind intertwining within her fingers, as if it were gripping onto her hand. She threw the car around the bends in the road, the dust and dirt spraying out from underneath the thick black tyres with a grinding noise. Quinn could see Rachel's seductively dark hair whip around her face from the corner of her eye. She gripped with her right hand just above the glove box on the dashboard, while her left hand attempted to sweep her bangs out of her dark eyes.
Quinn looked over and laughed at her nervousness. 'Baby, chill!'
Rachel looked over at Quinn, seeing that her eyes weren't on the road. 'Quinn watch the road!' She squealed; her voice carried off in the wind around them.
The blonde switched hands resting her left hand atop the wheel, while reaching towards Rachel and gripped her jaw, pulling her in for a kiss. It took a moment for Rachel to finally give in, and their tongues darted out to swipe at each other before the brunette pressed a small foot into Quinn's abdomen and pushed her back towards the wheel and pointed towards the track in front of them. 'Unless you wanna kill us both, you need to watch where you're going!'
Quinn smirked turning her attention back to the road, carrying on their journey.
Eventually she pulled them into a clearing, the car skidding to a stop. Rachel swung the door open and slammed it shut again after getting out huffing.
'You could have killed us Quinn!' She cried.
Quinn smirked and got out of the car walking round to lean against the hood. The indignant diva turned and saw her smirking to herself. Huffing sharply, he walked over and slapped her in the face.
'I'm glad you find it so fucking amusing!' She huffed, fists balled at her sides.
Quinn bucked up from the hood stunned, holding her face. 'What the fuck was that for?'
'I told you to slow down!'
She laughed rubbing the sting away. 'Baby, you need to chill out…'
She span around hearing Quinn's laugh. 'Don't fucking tell me to chill out Q! This is all your fault!' She spat.
She sighed. 'Baby, look we're fine, nothing happened.'
The small girl closed her eyes, holding and shaking her head. She faced out towards the now dark ocean and didn't reply. Quinn went back to the car and opened the passenger door, bending down flipping the glove box open with her thumb with a pop. Rachel turned seeing her fiddle. 'Well don't leave without me!' She started forward and the tall blonde turned to look at her, shutting the door again.
She walked over to her. 'I'm not going anywhere silly. C'mere, cup your hands.'
She watched her confused but followed Quinn's instructions.
She brought her small hands up between their chests and cupped her hands. Quinn flipped open the small flat bronze tin she was holding in her right hand. She lowered her mouth and withdrew a long white wrapped tube between her lips. She tucked the tin into her back pocket and brought up the red lighter in her left hand to just below Rachel's cupped hands. She lit the tube in her mouth from within tanned hands and brought it back up to between their faces. She took a heavy drag before offering it to Rachel with a dark smirk.
Rachel's eyes went wide. 'Quinn Fabray!' She scolded. 'You don't honestly expect me to smoke that do you? What about my precious voice?' She squealed. 'It takes a lot of care to look after a voice such as mine and a rigorous training program. Inhaling those toxic horrible fumes would be extremely detrimental to my voice never mind my health…and yours for that matter! Do I need to show you my PowerPoint again about the harms of smoking Quinn?' The blonde chuckled rolling her eyes. She dragged on it once more before holding it out to Rachel once more.
'Just one drag. You're always talking about how you want to cross things off that stupid bucket list of yours…'
'Hey!' The short girl stamped her foot against the dirt. 'It is not stupid! It is motivational!'
'Same thing.' The blonde grumbled. She thrust the white tube at the diva. 'Here, for god's sake just one drag.'
The blonde gave her a sweet smile making the brunette huff and take it. She inhaled against it before tipping her head back with closed eyes, exposing the column of her neck and blew a steady stream of translucent smoke up into the warm summer night air. Quinn moved forward, closing the gap between them while Rachel was distracted and took skin between her teeth and lightly pulled. Rachel gasped lowering the thin tube between her fingers.
She lowered her chin and Quinn took her lips against her own. She slid her hands down over Rachel's hips and turned them both, walking back to the hood of the car. She moved her right hand down the back of Rachel's silky thigh and gripped the back of her knee and lifted. Supporting her back she lowered Rachel down onto the hood of the black Camaro.