Hey guys, i'm sorry you had to wait for a while but i finally got that stupid cast off and i've typed away at this story! Anyways it's a bit longer than normally, to make up for the time in between chapters..I hope some of you guys are still following this? If you are, tell me how to go about, would you like some lore drama or more smut/fluff?
Enjoy lovelies!
Once the chatter had settled down and everyone had a shot glass in front of them, the game was explained. It was a combination of various drinking games and we dubbed it Truth, Shot, Dare or Kiss. I felt slightly uncomfortable with it, since I knew what a drama club we actually were but San gave me a sweet reassuring smile. I pecked her quickly on the lips as thanks and leaned against her as her arms gripped tighter around my waist. From across us I could see Finn narrowing his eyes at us and his constipation face full on. Ugh, he always looked so unattractive when he was thinking. Half of the time I just wanted to tell him to stop because I couldn't look at it anymore. I felt San chuckle beside me and grinned when I saw Kurt staring at her with a pout. Somehow I'd missed the banter but I was sure it wasn't important anyway.
"Come on, let's start this game bitches."
Puck declared his words with the raise of his shot glass, which he had filled already. All of us grabbed various bottles of vodka, tequila and whiskey to fill our own. I gasped slightly when I felt San press into my back as she filled up her glass and when I looked at her I was rewarded with a mischievous look in her eyes and a cocky smirk firm in place. I decided to one up her and pushed my ass down more firmly in her lap. Her eyelids fluttered for a second at the sensation as I pretended to shift for a more comfortable position. San bit her lip slightly before licking it as I ground one last time against her crotch. I was happily surprised when she was able to stay quiet before her eyes opened and they were filled with desire staring up at me. I smirked right back when she settled in her previous position again. I looked around to see no one had noticed it and I felt strangely disappointed. Somehow I knew deep down I wouldn't mind being caught, it was something about the thrill of it that made my stomach do summersaults. I clenched my thighs when San let her head rest on my shoulder and pressed into me fully from behind. God, we better get started or I'd have to excuse us for a bathroom break already.
"Good so y'know the rules peasants. You choose one and you stick with it. No turning back once ya made ya decision yo white people. I ain't dealing with no pussies tonight gots it?"
We all laughed at Mercedes and nodded our heads in approval.
"Good. Now who starts?"
Sam asked a damn good question but it was Tina who spoke up.
"Well I'd say the hosts get to go first. Kurt? Rachel?"
I looked at the boy next to me and saw him smile rather impishly at Rachel. She sighed and nodded, allowing him to go first when she gave me a pointed stare as if to warn me. I straightened myself a bit and cocked my eyebrow at her. I was not scared of her anymore. I had nothing to hide and done nothing wrong. Whatever she might throw at me would surely be nothing of importance. San squeezed my waist and glared at Rachel. I had only been here for half an hour and already I could feel myself wanting to revert back to my introvert, scared and bitchy self. Seems like Rachel still had more of an effect on me than I wanted to admit.
"Alright then. Sam?"
The blonde boy smiled happily and locked eyes with Kurt.
"Truth, shot, dare or kiss?"
He thought it over for a second and said "Kiss."
Everyone cheered and we spun the bottle in the middle of the floor. It landed on Tina who gave a quick smile at Chang Boy before meeting Sam in the middle for a brief kiss. Both of them returned back to their seats and Sam pointed at Artie.
"Artie, make your pick!"
The boy chuckled and said "Truth my dear friend."
Sam huddled over with Mercedes and Rachel before he spoke up loudly again.
"Who is that red head we've seen pictures of you with in the magazine?"
Artie flushed bright red and ducked his head in embarrassment.
"She's the actress of the latest movie I'm directing called Spring Break Disaster. Uhm, we've been kind of involved lately."
Rachel piped up.
"Involved how?"
He cleared his throat.
"Well we got drunk, hooked up and before I knew it I was riding her everywhere in my wheel chair."
Puck whistled.
"I'm sure she just loves riding your lap man!"
He got a slap and a sharp elbow in the ribs for that but his smirk seemed to ease Artie into a smug expression. Before he turned towards Rachel.
"Miss Berry, you decide and choose carefully."
Rachel seemed happy to get to choose and watched me intently as she pondered her options.
"Kiss."
The word was spoken directly at me and I felt my cheeks flush in anger. Santana scowled at her and Artie spun the bottle. As it landed on Finn, the moron looked at her with a dopey smile as Rachel forced one on her face as well. Oh she'd have some explaining to do to Brody tonight. I chuckled at her disappointment and heard San speak up from behind me.
"Oh no! The grossest couple on earth is to share another kiss! My eyes, they've been burned enough by Finchel already!"
I smiled at Rachel's annoyed huff and squeezed San's hands in appreciation. She was still my best friend above all else. She knew I needed someone to speak the words on my mind and I was sure she had been thinking them also.
Once the gross kiss was over Rachel wiped her lips and looked down in anger as Finn sat back happily. He tried to catch Rachel's gaze but she avoided him and fixed her stare on me. I swallowed nervously as I anticipated the question that was surely about to come.
"Quinn, I pick you."
The combination of words sent a whirlwind of emotions through me. Oh so long I had waited for them, o long I had wished for those exact words to leave her lips but I shook with an anger that wasn't there the previous times I had wished for them. Now they were much too late. I locked eyes with her and stared back defiantly.
"Truth."
Everyone gasped except for Santana. No one expected Quinn Fabray to ever pick truth, especially not when a question was about to be asked by Rachel Berry her former arch nemesis. But Santana knew better. I wasn't scared anymore, she had nothing to hide. It was Rachel who made the mistake of turning around and walking out of the blonde's life the way she did. It seemed like she was regretting that action though but too much time had passed and a once broken heart had healed at the hands of another person. Though first loves are everlasting, they don't get front row tickets to anyone's heart per se. Rachel stared back at me and shot me a smug grin.
"Why did you bully me, especially me relentlessly in High School?"
Santana growled in anger and tried to get me off her lap to attack the brunette. That was a low blow, Rachel already knew why. She was forcing me to admit something so painful in front of our friends just out of jealousy and territorial behavior. It was a damn bitchy move. I didn't budge however and just shushed San and gave her a peck on the cheek. The rest of the Glee club, shocked and curious as to what my answer might be for San to react so badly.
"You already know that Rachel, I told you that a while ago actually. But I'll tell you again if you think you might not have understood the first time before you so rudely walked out of my apartment, my life, without a glance back. I'll even go more into detail this time."
Everyone held their breath. This was the reason why they weren't friends anymore right? This was about the faithful night when Faberry had ceased to be best friends? When the funny pictures on Facebook stopped, when they no longer checked in at places together, why they no longer had matching statuses or sent each other videos of songs they thought one might like?
"I bullied you because ever since I was a child my father raised me to be a bigoted, small minded, mean little girl with a vehement hatred for the gay community."
I swallowed at the mention of my father's beliefs that had been instilled upon me from a very young age.
"I liked you when I first met you that day on the playground. I knew I wanted to be your friend since that very day but my father beat the idea right out of me."
Gasps were heard and San ran a comforting hand along my arm.
"When I went to middle school I didn't know you but by the time I entered high school I saw you again. The feeling I had of longing and sadness was quickly squashed when I thought of my father's words. The Cheerios asked me to pick a target and I chose you."
Britt and San nodded sadly. It wa a rite of passage.
"Over the years though my feelings for you became stronger and my father's ideas seemed more and more wrong. I admired you and I wished I wasn't Quinn Fabray because I knew we'd make great friends just like I thought when we were little kids. Soon enough those feelings of admiration grew into a crush. I figured it was harmless; every girl has a girl crush once in a while right?"
Everyone blushed guiltily.
"And with San and Britt being who they were so I long forgot about my father's words. I knew it wasn't true. But I still refused to accept that my feelings were more than a crush. So I bullied you more to help them go away. To keep you from trying to be my friend because as long as I was a Fabray and the HBIC I couldn't be your friend and that tempting offer just felt like a stab in the gut every time you offered it."
I took a breath and continued.
"When we became sort of friends I allowed myself to just feel these things around you. With San and Britt by my side, my dad gone and my mom being a mother again I figured I could do this. I could be gay. I could especially be gay for you. It took me long, sleepless nights where I cried over my religion, my father's hateful upbringing, the shame of it all and the hate I felt towards myself for loving you and not being able to bury the crush down deep. It hurt to see you with him but I had to accept that he was it for you even though you deserved someone better than him. So I did it and came to the wedding but crashed as you all know. But then when we went to college you guys weren't together anymore and we were still kind of friends. We used the train passes and became the best of friends. Slowly but surely I fell in love with you, every little thing about you and I realized that I had been falling for you all along. Through the sandcastle we built, my pregnancy, the bullying and our eventual truce and this beautiful friendship we had built. I fell in love with you and I told you that faithful day what I just told you now. I didn't expect you to love me back per se, but I felt like I needed to let you know so I could either move on or take my shot for once. But you didn't give me a choice for neither. You just jelled at me and walked right out of my life. I figured you were shocked and just needed some space but we never recovered from it. We never got back to being best friends. You broke my heart and our friendship. I lost the most important thing I'd ever had in a flash and I fell to pieces. That's when San came in and saved me. In return I saved her when the same happened to her. And here we are now, stronger than ever."
Rachel looked at me with pain reflected in her eyes, a shameful blush on her cheeks. She looked like her heart was breaking and I stood up to excuse myself. I felt San right behind me, like she always was as the room remained painfully silent before pulling us into the bathroom, shutting the door and kissing San hard like my life depended on it, tears streaming down my face.
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