Title: And Then There Was None
Author: Mina Robins
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel, Quinn/Sam, Rachel/Finn
Rating: T
Title: And Then There Was None (3/4)
Author: Mina Robins
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel, Quinn/Sam, Rachel/Finn
Rating: T
early update cause it's my friends birthday tonight and I don't think I'll be able to post anything tomorrow. Please read and review :D
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It's Saturday and the pair had just left Rachel's party.
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Sam's room was like most other guy's his age. A complete pigsty.
The first thing the boy did was run in and throw open a window, then running out while grinning goofily at Quinn he went into the bathroom grabbed the air fresher and Frabreze the shit out of everything. He then spun around and started grabbing shirts, socks, boxers and jeans off his bed and dashing off to drop them off in the laundry hamper in the washroom. When he return Quinn was sitting on top of his bed with a bored and slightly annoyed expression. Thinking it was due to the dire state of his room Sam quickly kicked the rest of the homework and junk he had on the ground to under his desk. Taking a breath Sam straightened out and placed his hands on his hips with a pleased sigh.
"Sorry 'bout the mess."
"Me too." Quinn murmured. She wasn't sure if he knew what she really meant. "Sam, do you love me?"
The boy in question gulped, Quinn normally avoided the 'L' word like the plague, he tried to say it to her once but she had quickly intercepted by saying 'I like you too' and proceeded to walk as fast as she could away from him, "Yes Quinn. I love you very much."
Quinn could tell that he meant it; in all his nativity and vainness she could tell he cared about her. She wanted to press more and ask him how much he loved her, but one glance at his eyes and she knew it was too much. "You love me more than I deserve."
Sam knelt down in front of Quinn's legs and placed his hands on her knees. "You deserve more than I can give."
Quinn nodded numbly wondering if Sam's words should make her heart flutter instead of hurt. She got up from the bed and after some rummaging managed to find a condom she knew Sam kept in his desk drawer. God she hadn't even actually open the package to these things before, if she had she wouldn't have had Beth and would be short a whole year of love with Rachel. The mere thought of the short brunette and it's got her stomach filled to the brim with butterflies. She held the package in the palm of her hand and closed her eyes.
It was time to make a choice.
"Quinn, I know you've said for a while that you wanted to go to New York to study law." Sam said with a smile, "and well I've talked to my rents about it and I know this is a while away but if you like we can get an apartment together-"
Quinn had turned and wrapped her arms around the green eyed boy. "Thank you for always being so considerate of me."
Sam's smile practically took up his whole face and Quinn tried to match his glee but her grin never quite reached her eyes. She motion for him to get on the bed as she stripped in an almost mechanical fashion. Sam sat motionless on the bed felt his whole world just got a hundred times more awesome.
He swiftly pulled of his clothes, just in time to catch the condom Quinn threw at him. "Put it on."
Sam obeyed and watch with a dry mouth as Quinn turned off the lights and straddled his lap. It wasn't hard to tell that Sam was ready to go and it made Quinn bite the inside of her cheek.
It was kind of ridiculous. It wasn't sweet nor was it particularly good. Quinn recalls turning her head away from Sam when he tried to kiss her as he pushed into her the first time. There was no foreplay, Quinn couldn't deal with that much touching from someone other than Rachel. It was fast and quick and as Sam switched positions and began pumping his hips in earnest Quinn was thankful she had turned off the lights. She was sure her eyes were close and her face contorted into disgust.
Yeah, no. She's definitely gay. And if not gay then she's pretty sure the only one she actually wants is Rachel. Something in her mind snapped at her inner confession. No, she was not gay, her family didn't raise a homosexual and people choose to be gay they aren't born it like those freaking rigged surveys the liberals keep parading around. Okay, she can deal with this, this is okay, everything is fine, Christ it was uncomfortable! Quinn gripped her hands so tightly into a fist that she was sure she was drawing blood. Everything was okay, this is what is normal, and she's just not use to it because it's been a while since she's had normal sex.
When he was done she jumped out of the bed in a panic, worried he'll want to cuddle her. She felt filthy and like she had cheated on Rachel even though they were through. "I'm going to go take a shower." Her voice void of emotion as she scampered out of the boy's room.
"Can I join you?" Sam asked as he leaned up on his elbows only to find that Quinn had already left. He dropped his body back onto the bed, his eyebrows scrunched up in indecision as he questioned the empty room. "I've done something really wrong, haven't I?"
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Unfortunately for Santana the washroom she and Brittany had previously used was being occupied.
"Hey, cheese string and Goth, open the bloody door." Santana hissed. She would have kicked the darn thing open if Brittany wasn't just a staircase away slumbering on a couch. "I swear on Sue's name I'll kill the both of you if," a moan interjected itself before Santana could finish. "Oh screw it!" The frustrated girl turned towards Rachel's bedroom knowing that there was another bathroom in there, albeit one that was doused in stars.
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"Rachel…" Finn pulled the smaller body against his when he didn't get a response. "Guess you over did it huh?"
The birthday girl worried her lip but tried to stay still, her body naturally tensed up the moment Finn placed his meaty hands onto her body. This is all so messed up. She tried to breathe in and out deeply but her muscles refused to relax, it was as if her body instinctively knew that this was not Quinn and it was not happy with the intrusion of Finn's touch.
"Finn, I have a confession."
The jock was spooning the ridged frame of his girlfriend and thought she had fallen asleep so was quite startled when Rachel started talking. "What about Rach, you're drunk." He grinned, I get like that too, I get all talkative and stuff when I'm hammered."
"No… Yes, Finn I'm drunk, however that does not make what I have to say to you now as unimportant." Rachel sat up slowly and felt her world spin. "Ugh, washroom first."
The birthday girl pounced up, stumbled, pushed off the floor and continued to empty the contents of her stomach into the toilet. "Oh my god, why do we spend so much time and money to get inebriated when this is the outcome?"
Finn debated getting up and holding his girlfriend's hair up. It would be the right thing to do but getting puke on his new jacket would suck. And throwing up is gross. Finn flared his nostrils and took off his jacket before moving to deal with Rachel's sickness.
"Cause its fun, and it's what we should do on the weekends?" Finn made it sound more like a question than an actual statement, he tried to help move Rachel's long hair away from her face but she waved his hands away.
"Just get me a hair scruchie."
"A what?"
Midst throwing up Rachel moaned, "Elastic band!"
"Oh, right," The lanky teen maneuvered his way around the bathroom in search of a hair… an elastic band. "Found one!"
Finn bent down and tried to pull Rachel's hair into a pony tail to no avail, he had no clue how to deal with this. Looking up for divine intervention seemed a little finicky so he just decided to place the band into Rachel's open hand.
"For the love of!" Santana had witness the whole pathetic dilemma and pushed Finn out of the way. "Frankenteen, go to the kitchen and get some water."
Finn nodded dumbly and made sure not to bump into Santana as he rushed out to retrieve some water.
Santana sighed, "Are you really that done that you can't tie your hair up?"
Rachel squeaked as the hic ups decided to join the show.
The Latina snatched the hair band out of Rachel's limp grasp and hastily pulled the girl's messed up locks into a tight pony tail. "You're so not drinking that much in my vicinity ever again."
Rachel wondered if she should mention that this was her bedroom and technically Santana had waltz in here and began lecturing her.
"So how long have you and Preggos been humping like rabbits?"
Santana had to give the girl props for doing such a good impression of a deer in head lights.
"How did you know?"
The cheerleader smiled. "I didn't, you just confirmed it."
Rachel groaned, Quinn's going to kill her, now that Santana knows the whole schools going to know. It brought tears to her eyes to think that she had disappointed her girlfriend's… her friend's trust. "Please Santana; refrain from informing everyone you know about what once was."
A sculpted eyebrow rose and fell. "The way you two were looking at one another I would have thought it was still going on."
The starlet shook her head and got onto wobbly legs to wash her hands and began to brush her teeth.
Santana moved outside and sat on the girl's bed, wondering where the heck Finnocence was with that water and why she even wanted to hear Rachel's sad tale of woe and love and all the crap.
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Finn was about to ascend the stairs when Brittany asked for more blankets and a cup of warm milk. And when he was about to tell her that Rachel needed the water he got hit with Brittany's 'Santana immobilizing pout', least to say Finn was off to hunt down a blanket and then going to the kitchen to microwave some milk. How long are you supposed to do that anyways?
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Sam knew Quinn had had to have something going on with Rachel. The way the two look at each other was rather hard to ignore. He was sure he had a similar expression on his face when he thinks people aren't looking. He wonders how the glee club could be so ridiculously purple. He wants Kurt, he knows Kurt is curious but he knows the rules of a small town population and he knows his siblings don't need another move after what happened into LA. He's bisexual; he knows that, his brother and sister know it and his parents refuse to acknowledge it. He's okay with that, what isn't okay is having sex with Quinn when she clearly didn't want it and is so deep in the closet she was practically playing tic-tack-toe with Asimo in Narnia. Honest to God it wasn't fair, he loves Quinn, he's just slightly more partial to guys like Kurt. But he's part of the male population and he has needs and Christ if anyone can fulfill them it would be Quinn's amazingly hot bod.
"Fuck!" Great, just great. Sam rolled over onto his side and stared at the bleached white walls. He now has his brain and heart to guide his actions but not before he was a complete dick to Quinn's emotions.
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After a quick shortened version of their romance was shared with Santana, explaining from the moment of Beth's unfortunate conception to Quinn moving in and all the way through summer till now. Rachel was feeling a whole lot less likely to dump the remaining organs she had within her body into the toilet bowl.
"Geeze Rachel, way to over dramatize everything."
Rachel leaned her back against the wall and sighed. "I am not; I just want to be with Quinn completely."
"Do you love her?"
Rachel gave the girl sitting opposite to her a gaze that said more than words could.
"Then just learn to tolerate it."
"I don't want to tolerate anything I share with Quinn." The beginning to sober girl flopped her hands onto the carpeted floor. "I want to love her from the morning to night, I want to write and sing songs to her in my plays, I-"
"I want you to stop right there before I start throwing up on you." Santana made a gagging motion with her fingers and Rachel nodded.
"Very well, nonetheless that's what I want."
"Do you even know what she wants?" The tan skinned girl asked.
"She wants our love to forever be hidden in the shadows." Santana rolled her eyes at how theatrical Rachel can be, she just worded 'wants to be a secret' into a poem.
"No, she doesn't." Rachel's face held disbelief at Santana's words so she continued. "She wants all those things too, she tells me about it, her god damn fluffy rainbow unicorn filled plans but she can't and wouldn't name who she wanted them with, did Quinn ever tell you about her older brother?"
Rachel shook her head.
"Well, he's about 7 years older than Quinn and they were the tightest siblings I've known but he was gayer than Kurt plus Brittz." Santana sighed. "And have you seen Kurt and Brittany, that's saying something, do you not understand how strict Quinn's parents are about god's rules?"
"I know that he is held highly in their household."
"No, you don't get it, they fucking worship the invisible sprite." Santana paused for dramatic effect then raised her hands to air quote the word again. "I'm using 'Worship', loosely the more correct term would be 'be slaves to'."
The Latina frowned at her own hand, like it had acted in in its own accord, has her alcohol tolerance fallen that much to making her resort to acting like a freaking grade school kid.
Rachel sulked, "Yes, I am aware of how strongly their belief in god is in their family."
"No, you are not, they kicked Quinn's older brother out of the house the minute they suspected he was gay and made a whole freaking show to all their kids of what the consequences of for 'choosing' to be gay would be." Santana clenched her fist. "And when he was of age they sent him papers to legalize them being nothing more than people in the same planet, that meant they were no longer related in anyway and he was forbidden to see his siblings."
Rachel gasped, her hand flying up to cover her open mouth. "That's atrocious!"
Santana nodded and crossed her arms impatiently in front of her chest. "Quinn, probably hates herself for loving you and is constantly blaming herself for 'sinning' with you."
"You make Quinn sound almost emotionally bi-polar."
"Her parents have brainwashed her for her entire life, she thinks it's not normal to be born gay, to her it's the biggest sin there is other than having another god then the one she's supposed to obey." When the shorter girl opened her mouth to object, Santana got up and held Rachel by the shoulders, barely refraining herself from to throttling the girl. "She's a freaking lunatic when it comes to her sexuality and the bloody word of god!"
"Why would you ever say that?"
"Have you forgotten the whole baby gate episode, she kept saying they were going to burn her like a witch for getting pregnant?"
"Of course I remember!"
"Knowing Quinn she probably thought that was what was going to happen to her, she's all screwed up in the head and she hates being gayer than the cowboy in Toy's Story."
"Santana I do not think sexuality applies to children's toys."
"That's not the point, Jerry Berry!" Santana groaned, was 'jerry berry' all she can come up with tonight? "She wants to please her father."
"Religion can be harnessed to do ghastly things…" Rachel exhaled. "I did not realize she was so afraid to stray from her father's predetermined path … Why didn't she talk to me about it, we surely could of worked on her insincerities together?"
"She's mortified to admit like a girl and she's embarrassed that she hates being gay, it's all really just retarded."
"I should not have pushed her into an ultimatum…" Rachel looked up at her companion. "How did you gather all that when you just found out I and she were dating?"
Santana shrugged, "We were… are best friends and she knows things about me too and I owe her one for forcing me to stop being such a douche and talk to Brittany about how I feel about her."
"Thank you Santana."
"You're not going to get up and hug me, are you?" The taller brunette scowled. "Cause I don't do hugs."
"Unless it's Brittany?" Rachel laughed when Santana didn't reply, the shorter brunette moved up to squeeze the vexed cheerleader. When she pulled back Santana had a petulant expression painted on her face but the corners of her lips were turned up.
"So are you going to get up and phone Tubbers now?"
"I really wish you would address her by her name, it bothers her when you call her that."
Before Santana could retaliate Finn's voice could be heard yelling for help. The two girls sprinted down the stairs to find those that were awake moving near the kitchen.
"What's all the commotion about?" Rachel asked as she pushed past her glee mates to see her chrome microwave in the middle of the floor. The plug yanked out of the outlet and smoke coming from its blackened doors. "Finn!"
"Oh shit, Rachel, Rachel." Finn had soot on his hands and the vase that once held the flowers he had brought for the occasion. "Brittany wanted warm milk and blankets and stuff and it took me forever to find her a blanket and when I gave them to her I came back and poured some milk into a cup but couldn't find a cover and mom says covering it with a cap warms it better so I covered it with aluminum foil before sticking it in the microwave; I had no clue that would happen!"
"Finn, I informed everyone that the linen closet was next to the front door!"
Brittany for her transgression was still tucked away sleeping on the couch. Santana gave Finn her patented 'you are demented' look and turned tail to cuddle with her girl. Tina and Mike were actually still in the upstairs bathroom. Artie had helped pass the vase to Finn and Puck had pulled the electronic out of the wall before letting Finn throw the water on the slowly burning fire. Who the heck sets milk on fire? Matt had stood there watching the whole scene with groggily eyes and was of no use at all. Kurt and Mercedes were now trying to wipe up the mess and savage the obviously broken microwave.
Finn turned to Rachel with worry stricken eyes and heard the four words everyone in a relationship fears most.
"We need to talk."