Chapter 8: The Eyes of Jessica Rabbit
Chapter song: "You don't have to be a baby to cry" – The Caravelles
Time: September

It was Friday night and Kurt had returned from Michigan earlier that day. All the glee girls had been invited over to a little get-together at his house, partly to catch up and partly to see all his new clothes. He had posted 'I swear Michi is the new Milan' on facebook two weeks earlier, so all the girls knew what to expect.

Quinn arrived a little late so when she knocked on the front door, she was already wearing her 'I'm sorry'-face. Although, it wasn't any of the glee clubbers who opened the door, it was Finn's mother.

Oh well, Quinn figured I probably owe her this face more than anyone. Finn's mother had never forgiven her for lying about Finn being the father of Beth for nearly two years ago.

"Oh, Quinn. It's you," Mrs. Hummel said trying to cover up her disapproval of the blonde girl.

"Yeah… hi," Quinn murmured casting her eyes downward.

Luckily Finn came down the stairs at that very moment.

"Hey Quinn," he said, coming to the front door. He gave her a small hug and stepped aside ignoring, his mother's displeased gaze. "Come on in, they're all downstairs."

He took her jacket and put it on hanger and then he put a hand on her back leading her towards the door to the basement. Quinn could still feel his mother's glance on her back, so she was glad that Finn had taken over the situation.

My knight in shining armor, she mused and immediately pictured Sam in a tin outfit. I've got to stop doing that.

Finn opened the basement door for her and she descended a few steps before turning around.

"You're not coming?" she asked.

"Nah, too much estrogen down there." Finn replied. "I'm going over to Mike's in half an hour or so. Have fun." He smiled and closed the door behind her.

Quinn walked all the way down and was immediately met by a squealing Kurt, who jumped up from his seat at the floor and ran into her arms.

"Quiiiiiinn, I've missed you!"

"I've missed you too, Kurt. Welcome home," she laughed, noticing how he smelled like daisies on a summer day. That can't possibly be from an aftershave… wait, does he even shave?

"We've been waiting for you," Tina said. "But now that you're here, we should get the show started."

"The show?" Quinn asked as she took a seat next to Brittany and Rachel.

The girls were sitting around a Japanese floor table on little wintergreen mats.

"Yeah, the fashion show. Kurt is going to show us all his new clothes from Michigan," Anna replied. She was sitting across from Quinn, and Mercedes was seated next to her.

Quinn thanked Anna and gave Mercedes a quick smile before turning her head towards the beverages on the short table.

"You want a wine cooler?" Brittany asked pointing to the yellow bottles.

"Uh, no thanks Brit," Quinn said, remembering what had happened the last time she had had a wine cooler, two years ago. Or rather what had happened nine months later. "I think I'll just have a vodka cruiser."

Rachel handed her a pink bottle.

"How did you guys even get all this?"

"Just because I'm not doing Puck anymore doesn't mean I can't still get him to do things for me," Santana snickered.

A few minutes later Kurt began his show. He had bought a ton of trousers, vests, shirts and shoes and even a fitted sweater with shining simili stones that was down to his knees. He loudly objected when some of the girls yelled that it was a dress.

They laughed a lot and Quinn finished her drink as Kurt put on a silky bathrobe and sat down with the girls saying "Just let me know if we have a visible nads issue" as he tried to shift his legs gracefully, so he wouldn't be flashing the others.

They all small talked for some time but eventually the newest member of the glee club became the main topic.

"So what's he like?" Kurt asked, sipping on a wine cooler.

"Don't know," Tina said. "He doesn't really speak English, so we-"

"He's actually kind of… nice," Quinn interrupted her absentmindedly. All eyes went to her.

"You've been talking more to him?" Anna asked curiously.

"W-well, yeah. I've been tutoring him for the last week." Quinn said suddenly aware that everybody was solely paying attention to her.

Santana laughed. "Tutoring? So that's what you kids call it now a days."

"Why haven't you told me?" Rachel asked sounding a tad hurt.

"I didn't really figure it was a big deal. And I knew there's was going to be gossiped a lot as soon as you guys found out. Or well as soon as Santana found."

"Hey!" The before mentioned yelled.

"Sorry, it's the alcohol talking" Quinn shrugged, perfectly aware that she wasn't the least bit drunk.

"So how many times have you tutored him?" Mercedes asked.

Huh, I'd almost forgotten she was here, Quinn thought. She's been so quiet. I guess the tenseness between us is getting to her as well. "Just one time, but those hours were intense enough."

"Hours?" Anna roared.

"Intense?" Rachel bellowed.

"Oh honey, do tell!" Kurt said, handing Quinn another vodka cruiser, a blue one this time.

"Well," Quinn began moistening her lips with her tongue. "It was kind of weird between us the entire time. Or maybe not weird, but there was definitely a lot of tension… I think."

"Did you have sex him?" Santana giggled.

"No, San, of course not." Quinn hissed. "Although I did think he wanted to at one point."

The host and the rest of the guests all pricked up their ears.

"It was just that… I couldn't figure out if he was trying to get in my pants or if he was trying to be my girlfriend. It was like he was sending me these mixed signals."

"Didn't he kiss your cheek during Glee rehearsals last week?"

"Yeah, he did. And he has pecked my cheek numerous times since then, but then again he is French."

They all giggled.

"When we made our appointment and as we were driving to my house, he was like all business as if it meant nothing. But then he kept on speaking French. And I know he has some trouble speaking English, but still you'd think you'd try a little harder if you were trying to learn a new language."

"I don't try that hard in Spanish class," Brittany said. "I don't even know who my teacher is." Everybody looked at the other blonde for a moment, before they looked at back at the first one.

"Then we got home to my house and he found this old baby picture of me and he give me a really nice compliment about my eyes."

"So? You always get complimented on your eyes." Rachel muttered sounding slightly jealous.

If only she could see her own big chocolate brown orbs right now, Quinn thought.

"It's inevitable" Kurt said, pursing his lips. "It's because of the contradiction in your face: you have really innocent, almost childish features... and then you have the eyes of Jessica Rabbit." He finished in a matter of fact tone.

Quinn threw a pillow after him while everybody else was laughing.

At that very moment Finn came down the stairs with a bowl of cucumber bites on a tray.

"I promised mom I'd bring you some snacks before I left," he said with a goofy grin upon his face, but nobody paid any attention to him. They were all faced towards Quinn once again.

"I don't know. He just said my eyes were unique, but it did something to me."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure… maybe because he said it in a foreign language."

They all giggled and Finn suddenly felt very awkward. He handed Rachel the tray, as the Japanese table was too far for him to bend down. He then pecked his girlfriend on her forehead and hurried towards the stairs.

"I've always fantasized about being with a European," Kurt hummed. "So tell me, is he a good kisser?"

Finn practically ran up the stairs and quickly shut the door close.

"It wasn't like that, we didn't even kiss." Quinn said, licking her lips. They tasted like blueberry from the vodka cruiser, and she thought of Sam for a moment, but then realized that somebody had asked her question. That somebody happened to be Sam's girlfriend.

"Huh?" Quinn said, feeling a little guilty.

"What did you mean with intense, if you didn't kiss?" Mercedes asked again.

Quinn told them about the dancing, the singing and the hugging, though she didn't mention his suggestion for her to sing in glee club. She still needed to think about that.

"Sorry Quinn, but it does sound like he was trying to get with you." Rachel said while padding Quinn's arm.

"I thought so too every second minute of our session, but then I figured if it was Kurt who said those things to me or held me that way, I wouldn't suspect a thing. Hell, I'd probably do even dirtier things with Kurt without feeling the least guilty."

"Well, it looks like we need to find out whether Monsieur Exchange Student is gay or not. And lucky for all of you damsels, you have the greatest expert on that particular area sitting at the end of this very table."

"Please be discrete!" Quinn said angstly.

"No worries, Quinnie, I'll only need to observe him for a few minutes to make my mind up. I'll know what he is by the end of next glee session." He said proudly.

"Oh yeah, the same expertise you showed the last time a new boy joined glee," Tina laughed.

Oh god no, Quinn thought slowly closing her eyes.

"You immediately decided that Sam most definitely was gay, and then the guy falls head over heels for the most feminine girl of the entire club." Tina was laughing out loudly now, pointing at Quinn. It took a moment before she realized that no one was laughing with her.

Quinn opened her eyes and glanced furtively at Mercedes, who was looking down at her hands breathing heavily. The entire basement was silent as the grave except for the lounge music Kurt had put on earlier.

Rachel was the first to break the silence, putting on the role of team leader. "You better prepare yourself Quinn: if he is gay, then Kurt is going to take over the tutor sessions faster than you can say your own last name."

Quinn shot her a thankful look, and brushed the brunette's hand underneath the table.

"Oh god no," Kurt exclaimed. "I wouldn't want Blaine to think I was fooling around with some French guy just because I changed back to McKinley."

"For the last time, we are not fooling around!" Quinn bellowed, but no one cared.

"I'll tell you what," Santana smirked. "I'll put on a really low cut dress and then I'm going to rub my wonder twins against him at the next glee club get-together. If he, you know, responds, we'll have the answer."

"Oh please Santana, even I would 'respond' if you rubbed those milk churns against my body." Kurt said.

Quinn wrinkled her nose at the turn of the conversation and finished her blue drink. Soon they were all lying on the floor, their stomachs aching from laughter.

Thank you for reading!
So, this was a lot of fun to write! Maybe it was the drinking, maybe it was the fashion or maybe it was because I got to use the word 'nads', hæhæ. I hope you don't find it too confusing because of the many characters being present. I tried to write it as clearly as possible. Thank you for your lovely reviews on the previous chapter. I wasn't too happy about it, but you guys are very kind and I'm very grateful for your encouraging words! TGIF and have a very good weekend.