AN: Sorry for the short chapter, though I know all my chapters are a bit short. Would you guys rather have short chapters every few days, or longer chapters but slower updating? I have so much stuff I have to get done in the next two weeks that I don't have as much time to write. I'm also trying to figure out the actual plot of this story, and how long it will be. As always, please review and send me your suggestions, and thanks for all the alerts!
I have nothing to wear, Rachel thought desperately as she flung open her closet doors.
For all that she had playfully teased Quinn earlier, the brunette was nervous about spending the night at the cheerleader's house. What does Quinn have planned? What is she expecting?
Rachel was aware of the fact that her usual manner of dress sometimes earned criticism from fellow McKinley students, and she was determined to look good tonight—really good. Worthy of Quinn Fabray good. At the same time, the diva did not want to be overdressed for the occasion. No more "sad clown hooker" outfits, as Finn had once described her attire. She shuddered, remembering the ridiculous way she had fought for the attention of the insensitive football player.
Still inspecting every item of clothing in her possession, the singer wished, not for the first time since she and Quinn had kissed, that she could ask someone for advice. I need Kurt and his fashion sense.
After what seemed like an endless amount of fretting—her dads had checked on her once, only to quickly shut the door again when they were almost hit by a pair of heels being flung across the room—Rachel had finally pieced together an outfit she deemed suitable for the occasion.
"Hey Q, we gots to talk after the game tonight. You've been weird all week," Santana informed her co-captain and best friend. Switching her cell phone to the opposite hand, she continued, "And I mean even weirder than usual. Like seriously, what's up? You know you can talk to me, right?"
"I'm fine Santana. As I already told Finn, I can take care of myself," Quinn replied lightly. She appreciated the other girl's concern, and Santana was the obvious person to confide in when it came to this situation, but Quinn didn't want to say anything until she talked to Rachel. "Besides S, wouldn't you rather spend your time with Britt? I know you haven't gotten much alone time with her this week thanks to all the extra practices. Coach is trying to kill us or something."
The Latina, knowing that the blonde was trying to change the subject, grinned wickedly as she replied. "Oh don't worry 'bout me and Britt, she's worried about you too. We'll both be over later tonight, and you can explain what's been going on. It'll be like the old days when we had slumber parties all the time."
"Uh, I don't think tonight is going to work out…"
"And why's that?" Santana demanded. In a softer voice, the girl added, "I know your mom's still not really around, and you shouldn't have to be alone."
The blonde choked up a bit at this and almost gave in before remembering the other brunette who was supposed to be staying over. "Look S, I appreciate that you care, and we do need to catch up, I just don't think tonight is a good time."
"Because…?"
"Because…because Rachel is already coming over," Quinn mumbled.
This news surprised the other girl, but she recovered quickly. "Oh. Well that's good, I guess. Weird, but at least I know you aren't completely isolating yourself. I promise to be on my best behavior. I won't even call her Hobbit or Man Hands. Britt and I will still be there, though."
"I don't—"
"We'll be there around ten."
"But—" Santana cut off the artist's protests.
"See you after the game!" The Latina shouted, chuckling evilly as she ended the call.
Quinn rolled her eyes at this, remembering the last thing Rachel had said before she had exited the choir room earlier. For all they fought, the brunettes in her life really did share some similarities. Like her house, tonight. Oh shit.
Santana's eyes closed as she felt strong arms wrap around her waist. When she felt gentle kisses being peppered along her neck and shoulder, the girl known for flaunting her bitchiness let out a soft moan and sank into the body behind her, warmth spreading throughout her body. Tilting her head back, she lovingly kissed her blonde dancer.
Breaking the kiss, the Latina turned around completely to face her girlfriend. "Hey B, what was that for?"
The tall blonde smiled happily at her. "I love you, Sanny."
Santana grinned and held the other girl closer, nuzzling into her neck. "I love you too, Britt-Britt."
"I'm glad we don't have to hide it anymore like Quinn and Rachel," the blue-eyed cheerleader murmured absently.
The Latina pulled back abruptly. "What are you talking about, Britt? Quinn and Rachel are just friends—and even that's new."
The dancer shook her head. "Maybe they just started being friends, but they love each other, like how we love each other, only not because they're not us," she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, while leading her stunned girlfriend to the couch.
The brunette frowned, piecing together all the ways Quinn had acted towards Rachel, especially the past few days. She supposed it could be possible…
The last thought Santana had before giving into Brittany's kisses was, Well, this sleepover tonight is going to be very interesting.