A/N 1: So what I was getting from the reviews was that people liked drunk Quinn? :-p She is so fun to write. Thanks for the alerts, favs and reviews (thanks faberrydragon), I can't believe this fic is still getting them, or got any at all in the first place to be honest. Your kind words are/were much needed today as PMT is kicking my butt and I am all :,-( for absolutely no reason. This wasn't very well proof read so sorry for any mistakes.
Quinn's POV
Whoever is drumming on my skull needs to stop. Oh my God, is someone splitting my head open with a meat cleaver?
I open my eyes with a groan and quickly close them again with a grimace.
What the hell happened? Oh yeah- Santana happened.
I carefully open my eyes again and squint blearily at my alarm clock. I groan as I realise that I am already late for going over to Rachel's. I grab my phone and see that I already have a message.
From Rachel: Good night Quinn
I squint in pained confusion at the time that it was sent.
1:47 am? Why did she text me so late?
Slowly memories from the night before creep in and I groan at myself for making such a fool of myself.
I quickly tap out a message to apologise for the night before and ask if I can still go over today and make my way to the bathroom for a much needed shower and even greater needed teeth cleaning.
Why can I taste vomit?
I grimace at the stale taste in my mouth and the ache in my head.
Standing under the spray of the shower I let out a blissful moan. The warm water cascades over me soothingly, relaxing my aching muscles. After washing my hair I reluctantly step out of the comforting warmth of the shower and wrap a towel around me. As I towel my hair dry I look hopefully at my phone.
From Rachel: If you want
I frown as I read and re-read her message. That makes it three messages now where she has been uncharacteristically short with me (no pun intended). I also can't help but notice the lack of kisses. I stare at my phone and feel my stomach fall with a nauseating whoosh. I contemplate calling her but decide it will be better to go and see her face to face. Blinking back the threatening tears I hurriedly throw on some clothes.
Quinn's POV
After rushing all the way to Rachel's I am now sat outside her house in my car, too nervous to go in. I can't help but feel a stomach lurching fear that I have upset her somehow, or worse that she has changed her mind about us. Stubbornly I once again blink back the tears that are threatening. Quickly I push the thoughts away as I square my shoulders and push my sunglasses up my nose as I walk towards her front door with determination.
As the door opens I immediately feel a pang of guilt as I see how tired Rachel looks. I want to apologise for waking her last night, I want to say a lot of things but seem to be frozen in place.
"Hey." I finally manage to force out and smile weakly.
"Hi." She says in a quiet voice as she ushers me inside. I take off my sunglasses and shrink slightly under her searching gaze. I know that I look like death. Finally she turns from me without a word and walks into the living room. I silently follow her and take a seat beside her on the sofa as I fidget nervously. After an excruciating few minutes of silence I finally can't take any more.
"I'm sorry Rachel." I say sadly as I look at her beseechingly, my eyes pleading with her to tell me what is wrong or what I can do to fix whatever is currently happening between us.
"Why?" She asks, visibly paling. "Did... did something happen between you and Santana?" She asks me nervously.
"What?" I stare at Rachel in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Well... it's just that last night you were feeling vulnerable and were drunk... and she was there, and she is attractive so..."
"Rachel." I shake my head sadly, unable to believe where she is heading with this.
"She said she was taking you to bed." Rachel says, sounding upset now.
I stare at Rachel incredulously for a moment before bursting out laughing. My laughter immediately stops however when I see the hurt in Rachel's large, watery eyes and I quickly scoop her into my arms and rub her back soothingly.
"Aww honey no, just no okay? She just meant that she was going to help me to bed as my drunken ass was incapable of getting there myself." I pause for a moment in confusion as another fuzzy memory starts to form. "Well actually it was Brittany. I have no idea when she got there but I think I remember her carrying me to bed." I shake my head, that part is unimportant for the moment. "But anyway no, nothing happened, and nothing ever would." I assure her.
"I'm sorry." Rachel sighs as her shoulders slump. She leans into me and lightly nuzzles my shoulder with her nose. "I was being stupid. It's just that I wanted to help you last night, I wanted to be the one that was there for you but you didn't need me because you had her. I guess I just got jealous." She admits sheepishly.
"You are my best friend Rachel," I tell her softly. "I will always need you, okay?" I promise her as I turn my head and press a kiss to the side of her head.
Rachel turns her head and captures my lips with her own in a needy kiss. We both pour all of our swirling emotions into the press of our lips and slowly the kiss turns from emotional to heated. Rachel pushes me down into the sofa as her hands run through my hair and along my neck. I let out a small whimper against her lips as she scratches lightly at the sensitive spot on the back of my neck. I run my hands fervently up and down her back under her shirt, already desperate to tear all of her clothes off. Our tongues meet as I kiss her hungrily and we moan together as Rachel presses her body down into mine more tightly. As her thigh falls between my legs I automatically buck my hips up into her as she grinds her hips down into me.
"If you bitches are done humping you have company."
Rachel squeaks in surprise and almost topples off of me but I manage to catch her and hold her steady as we both look up to see Santana and Brittany in the doorway.
"Knock much?" I growl in frustration at her rudeness and the interruption.
"The door was unlocked." She smirked with a shrug.
"And that is an invitation to let yourself in?" I ask in disbelief.
"Whatevs. BrittBritt and I are here to enjoy the pool, seen as you so kindly invited us last night."
I stare at them both in confusion having zero memory of having invited them to Rachel's. Then again there is still a lot of last night that is a little blurry.
"Feel free to join us when you guys are done fingering or whatever." Santana says breezily as she makes her way outside.
"Sorry for interrupting your lady kisses." Brittany apologises before following Santana. "It was super hot though."
"Oh God." I groan as I look up at a shocked looking Rachel who still hasn't moved from her position on top of me. "I'm so sorry about them Rach."
"They didn't seem all that surprised to find us... like this." Rachel says slowly as she frowns in confusion.
"Oh." I wince in realisation that I hadn't told her about my drunken confession to Santana yet. "I erm, kind of told Santana about us last night." I admit, feeling a little nervous as to how Rachel will feel about that.
"Oh." Rachel says softly and I stare at her as if willing her to react more.
"Are you mad at me?" I ask nervously.
"What?" She asks in surprise as she finally looks away from where Santana and Brittany had both disappeared and looks down at me. "No, of course not. I'm just... processing. Santana and Brittany know."
I nod, not sure where she is going with this.
"And they are okay with it?" She asks uncertainly.
"Why wouldn't they be? It's not really any different than their, erm... friendship."
Rachel nodded slightly to herself before smiling down at me.
"So... do you want to join them outside? Or would you rather stay in here with me and do something more friendly?" She gives me a sexy little smirk and I feel my insides turn to liquid as I surge up and capture her lips with mine in response.
Like there was any other answer.
Rachel's POV
After a heavy makeout session and some light petting Quinn and I finally tear ourselves away from each others' bodies to go and join our friends outside.
I feel myself blush slightly as Santana and Brittany both turn to grin widely at us as we walk into the back yard. I hesitate slightly under Santana's amused gaze, not sure how to act. Quinn however seems unfazed as she casually takes a seat on one of the sun loungers.
"What took you so long?" Santana asks with a knowing smirk as I continue to hover uncertainly.
"Shut up San." Quinn rolls her eyes good naturedly as she grabs my hand and pulls me easily into her lap. I blink in surprise for a moment and then break out into a broad grin. I never thought that there would be a day when Quinn Fabray would even want to cuddle with me, let alone in front of two of her oldest, if not best friends. I bite my lip to try to contain my sudden giddiness as I look behind me at Quinn who gives me a sweet smile.
"You guys are so cute!" Brittany squeals. "The four of us should totally go to Breadsticks." She suggests excitedly.
"Err Britt." Santana says uncertainly.
"Please San." Brittany pouts with wide, bright blue puppy eyes. I fight to hide my smile as Santana visibly deflates at Brittany's adorable face.
"Sure BrittBritt." Santana agrees reluctantly.
"You guys want to go too right?" Brittany asks, turning the look on us.
As if anyone could say no.
Rachel's POV
"Aren't we supposed to be getting drinks?" I grin as Quinn presses me against the kitchen counter behind me as she places soft, unhurried kisses along my neck and jaw.
"Mmm, we are." Quinn mumbles against my neck as she sucks gently. She moves over and connects our lips in an equally unhurried manner. Her kisses are slow and sensual in a way that is making me dizzy. Quinn's hands grip and massage my hips as she holds my body flush against hers. I can feel the warmth of her body emanating from where our hips meet and the feeling only serves to arouse me further.
My hands reach up to tangle in her hair needily as I try to encourage her to increase the maddeningly slow tempo of her kisses but she keeps them at the sweet, torturous pace that she has set. I growl in frustration and only get further annoyed when I feel her smile of amusement against my lips.
I pull back from Quinn's lips with a huff as I frown at her in annoyance. I try to move away from her but don't get far before Quinn pulls me back to her with a soft laugh and kisses me hard, wiping the pout from my face instantly.
Our kisses turn hot and urgent immediately as we frantically grip onto one another. I use a small burst of strength to switch our positions and press Quinn into the counter as I take control of the heated kiss. Quinn lets out a whimper as my tongue strokes over hers, caressing the warm, wet muscle. I slowly tease her tongue into my mouth and suck on it hard earning a loud moan of approval from Quinn.
"Do we have to hose you two down?"
I pull away from Quinn's delectable lips as she growls in frustration and turn my head to see the satisfied smirk of Santana and glazed eyes of Brittany.
"What's with letting the midget keep topping you Q?" Santana teases and I feel Quinn tense against me.
"What do you want Santana?" Quinn asks testily.
"Yo, chill Q. We just came to get the drinks that you clearly forgot about. Obviously because you were too busy humping on the dwarf like a bitch in heat." Santana sniggers and I quickly tighten my hold on Quinn as she lunges angrily towards the Latina.
"San leave them alone." Brittany scolds. "You promised you would play nice."
Santana immediately deflates at the sound of Brittany's sad, disappointed tone and looks suitably chastised.
"Sorry Q," Santana mumbles awkwardly. "I went too far."
Brittany coughs and gives Santana a pointed look as Santana slumps her shoulders and rolls her eyes.
"I'm sorry Rachel." Santana apologises so quietly I only just hear it. "I really am." She adds genuinely as she catches my gaze. I give her a small nod of acceptance and a strange moment of understanding seems to pass between us. Though she may still tease from time to time I know now that she doesn't mean anything by it.
"Come on Britt, let's leave these two to their lady loving." Santana says as she pulls Brittany back out of the backdoor.
"So... where were we?" I grin as I lean my body into Quinn's. I wrap my arms around her neck and as I scratch there lightly I feel her tense body quickly begin to relax. "I believe it was right... here." I smirk as I push her back up against the counter and reclaim her lips.
A/N 2: So I was wondering if you guys like my updating speed or is it too fast? I have been wondering if you would all prefer me to spread the updates out a bit more, maybe leave a few days in between or if you like it as it is? Let me know your thoughts.