Santana drove up to Rachel's house and waited for her to come out. She fixed her dress that kept riding up her thighs. Santana turned to her twin, wondering why she was even here. Maria never liked going to parties. Everytime Santana tried persuading her to go to parties with her Maria would always turn down the invitation and stay home to watch Sherlock. The elder, by one minute, twin stared at the younger one, also wondered what the hell kind of outfit Maria had on too.

Maria stared at the front door of the Berry household. She still couldn't believe her sister asked Rachel out. Santana didn't date girls like Rachel. Santana was a player, Maria thought, and she just didn't deserve Rachel. She frowned at the thought and then asked herself if she deserved Rachel.

The Lopez twins turned to their right, watching the brunette step out the door in a tight red dress. It wasn't too short, but it was short enough to show off her tanned, toned legs. Santana was a cheerleader and her legs didn't look as good. Rachel walked towards the car and got in, sitting down behind Maria.

"You look beautiful," Santana and Maria both spoke at the same time and they immediately faced each other.

Rachel watched the twins and giggled, "Thank you?"

"Lopez!" Karofsky pointed at the keg, "it's waiting for you, buddy,"

Maria watched Santana whisper something in Rachel's ear then run off with the jocks. They cheered loudly, raising their red cups when Santana brushed her shoulders off, getting ready to do a keg stand. She turned to Rachel who was laughing at the other Latina. Maria frowned then shook her head a little.

"Rachel, do you, uh, want me to get you a drink?"

Rachel smiled, and nodded, "I'll go with you," she linked her arm with Maria's.

Maria could feel her palms get sweaty. Rachel's skin was soft and, well, soft. She brought Rachel to the kitchen and Rachel helped herself to a can of beer. Maria didn't want to be, but she was surprised. She was even more surprised at how fast Rachel chugged down the alcohol. She took a sip of her Coke slowly, not taking her eyes off Rachel for even a second.

"Rachel!"

They both turned to see Quinn Fabray pushing her way through the crowd towards Rachel. Maria pointed at her friends at the stairs and told Rachel she'll be there if she needed her. As Maria walked away, Quinn was already standing next to Rachel.

"Hey Rachel, you look, wow," Quinn eyed the shorter brunette.

"Thank you, Quinn," she smiled, realizing this was the first time she'd seen Quinn without her cheer leading outfit on.

"Wanna dance?"

"Oh, I'm actually- I'm here with someone," Rachel looked at the blonde, she now knew that Quinn's eyes were a beautiful hazel.

"Oh come on, one dance wouldn't hurt," Quinn smiled softly, secretly hoping Rachel would say yes. She never really could take rejection well.

Rachel sighed, seeing Santana drinking and laughing with her friends, "alright, Fabray. Lead the way,"

Quinn grinned and held the brunette's hand, leading her to the dance floor. Rachel rested her arms on Quinn's shoulders as they began to sway together. Quinn bit her lip softly, placing her hands on the brunette's hips. Rachel turned around and started to grind against the blonde, Quinn's chin was resting on Rachel's shoulder. Quinn didn't even know what was happening, but she wasn't going to complain. On the other side of the room, Charlie was holding a joint between her lips when she saw the repulsive sight that was her sister's behind. She laughed and wrapped her arm around Mackenzie, who was drunk out of her mind.

"Quinnie found some trash-" Charlie's mouth fell open when she saw that the girl Quinn was dancing with was Rachel Berry, "no way," the rebel whispered.

By the stairs, Maria's eyes were still on Rachel. She kept taking small sips of her drink, trying to look like she didn't care about what was going on around her.

Santana climbed off the counter after taking a few shots. She started laughing hysterically at something Puckerman said. Her laugh slowly faded when she turned around. She tried taking in the sight she was seeing. It was Rachel, with Quinn, dancing, bodies pressed, the blonde's hands all over Rachel. The brunette looked over at the Latina and Santana just frowned at her 'date'. This was the night Santana Lopez, and everyone else for that matter, learned her lesson; never ignore Rachel Berry.

Rachel woke up with a throbbing headache and the taste of stale alcohol in her mouth. She silently thanked God that she woke up in her own bed. She also was thankful that she was still fully clothed. She sighed in relief and got up to brush her teeth and take a shower. She put on some new clothes and ran down the stairs as she heard the horn of Brittany's car.

"Oh my God, you look like you got hit by a train," Brittany scrunched up her nose, "did someone have a little too much, fun, last night?" she bit her lip, trying hard not to burst out with laughter.

Rachel closed the door gently. She didn't say a word. Not because she was annoyed or angry, but because she just couldn't. It would take too much energy to even move her lips.

The two friends walked into the school while Rachel listened to Brittany go on about how she hooked up with Michaels last night. Rachel sighed and opened her locker, still trying to figure out what happened last night. Who took her home last night? Quinn? Santana? The last thing she remembered was getting too close with-

"Hey, stranger," the blonde Cheerio walked up to Rachel with a smile on her face.

Brittany turned to Quinn and smiled, "oh, Fabray, how was last night for you?"

Rachel smacked the dancer's arm and waved her hand, telling Brittany to go away. Brittany just snickered and kissed Rachel's head playfully before leaving. Quinn chuckled and looked at Rachel.

"I got you some coffee," Quinn handed the cup to Rachel and Rachel held it with both hands and mumbled a thank you.

"May I carry your books to class?" the blonde spoke again.

Rachel smiled softly and nodded before saying another thank you. Quinn smiled and took Rachel's books from the brunette gently. She held them to her chest as they both started walking.

"Did you take me home last night?" Rachel said huskily.

Quinn raised her eyebrows, thinking Rachel couldn't get much sexier than last night. She looked down at the shorter girl and she was definitely wrong. A lot of people look horrible when they're hungover. But Rachel, with slightly messy hair, a frown on her face and her voice sounding like she spent the night screaming, she looked kind of, sexy. Well, maybe only Quinn thought this way. But she still wanted to push Rachel up against the lockers and kiss the shit out of her.

"Quinn?"

"Oh," Quinn laughed, "yeah, I took you home,"

Rachel looked up at the blonde.

"You were-" a splash of red ice smacked Quinn in the face. The ice dripped down her face, onto her shoulders and down her Cheerio top.

Quinn's eyes were closed and her mouth was hanging open. And then she felt it, her eyes were stinging and she was freezing. She couldn't believe this. She, Quinn fucking Fabray, a fucking Cheerio, just got fucking slushied.