Hello everyone! Here we have chapta 6. I was quite overwhelmed with the response of my last update and cranked this baby out as soon as I could. Thank you all again for reviewing, alerting, favoriting, just...everything. Thank you so much. So remember in the first chapter I said that the girls spend a night together? Well here we see just what happened. I kind of struggled putting the end of this chapter together and fought with myself and changed it around, so I figured I might as well just post it and see what you guys think and go from there. I hope you are well and if you haven't gotten your hugs in the mail yet then I suggest you talk to your mail carrier because they should be there by now.
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Chapter 6: A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More "Touch Me"
It was a Saturday night and music was bumping out from Puck's very expensive sound system in the basement of his house. Everyone, for the most part, was already well passed buzzed and still gulping down drinks. Quinn, while starting out with simple wine coolers, was convinced by Santana to switch to the real alcohol and let her steal some of her vodka and mixed it with Coke Zero. She was already on her third cup by the time she, Santana, and Brittany were loudly chatting about being a Cheerio and how rewarding it was for their figure and discussing new routines that they had no chance of remembering the next morning.
Puck and Finn were busy playing Mike and Tina at beer pong and clearly winning. Tina wasn't sure if she had even sunk a cup yet and the game was already almost over.
Kurt, Mercedes, and Blaine were sitting on the couch talking about Kurt's experience over at Dalton Academy. Kurt and Mercedes have always been close ever since Glee started and they instantly hit it off. And Blaine added to their group with no resistance. The three had become some sort of trio, similar to the unholy trinity of Quinn, Santana, and Brittany. Mercedes and Blaine had a red plastic cup in their hands, nearly empty, laughing hysterically at a joke that Kurt had made while Kurt was completely sober. Someone had to be the designated driver of the night and he had no problem filling that role. He loved that Blaine easily blended in with his friends from McKinley High and that he was able to hang out with all of his friends together instead of living some sort of double life.
Unfortunately, Artie had to go visit some of his family members that weekend so he wasn't there.
Rachel was busy watching her boyfriend playing beer pong with their friends with her first full cup of the night still in her hand. Finn had mixed it for her when they had first gotten there and she had been sipping it off and on since. It was a little strong for her liking, since she never wanted to drink in the first place, and realizing that besides Mercedes and Blaine, no one had a designated driver. Puck had mentioned that they could all stay the night there if they needed to, seeing as his parents were out of town and there was plenty of space for everyone, or if worse came to worse they could all pitch in for a taxi or two to drive them home. Rachel wasn't very keen or either idea and figured it best to stay as sober as possible. This was easy considering she detested the taste of alcohol to begin with but to make Finn happy, she pretended to be enjoying it anyway.
"Rach, is that still your first drink?" Finn asked as he took his place by her side after the game had ended.
Rachel's body stiffened hoping he wouldn't have noticed. "Yes it is." She wasn't going to lie to the boy. Finn gave her a confused look. "It's a little strong. And considering Kurt is the only one sober, but simply can't drive everyone back home, then I figured it smart for me to keep a clear mind for when we needed to leave and go home."
"Puck said we could just stay here tonight. I already called dibs on his parents room for us." Finn attempted to string in a hint to Rachel, which Rachel definitely caught onto but it didn't stop her from being surprised that he was being so blunt about it.
"Excuse me?" She asked making sure they were on the same page with his comment.
He bumped her shoulder in what he claimed to be a flirtatious way when in actuality it just caused Rachel to stumble a step backwards and rub her shoulder to ease the pain. "C'mon Rach. We'll have the whole bed to ourselves to do whatever we want."Finn replied with a wiggle of his bushy eyebrows. Instead of be excited at the prospect of sharing a night of intimacy with the boy she had been wanting to call her boyfriend for over a year, she couldn't help but feel almost violated and disgusted at him thinking it would be that easy.
"I don't think so Finn. We should probably just go home." She didn't exactly mind sharing a bed to sleep in with Finn as long as all they did was sleep. But now that she knew what his intentions were, she just wanted to go home and sleep in her own bed, alone. She didn't want to start an argument in front of the group and saw the affect the alcohol was having on the boy in front of her and knew better than to try and have an intelligent conversation about what was wrong with his approach.
Finn took a step back from his girlfriend, anger starting to show through his eyes. "I want to spend the night with my girlfriend, Rachel. Is that so much to ask?" Finn's voice grew louder and Rachel looked around and saw people were starting to glance in their direction.
"Finn, we can talk about this later." Rachel whispered harshly trying her hardest to calm the boy down and placing her hand on his forearm hoping to gain the control in this situation.
He yanked his arm away from her, as if she burnt him. "No, Rachel. We'll talk about his now!" He moved closer to her until he was towering over the brunette and she noticed the room grow silent and felt all the stares in their direction and looked down at the floor in embarrassment. It wasn't the first time he's caused a scene like this but it never took away the uneasiness that it caused Rachel to feel knowing that they were on display yet again.
Along with everyone else in the room, Quinn stopped talking and focused on what was happening with the star couple. She narrowed her eyes at the boy raising his voice to the small brunette and stood up taking hesitant steps towards the two. Puck saw her advancing and also took a step forward ready to take Finn into another room if it started to get more out of control. Rachel had a way of putting Finn back in his place and everyone was on the edge of their seats to see if she would or if her boyfriend would make a fool of himself in front of them.
Santana took Quinn's wrist in her hand gently pulling her down to her level. When Quinn looked back at her Latina friend she saw the warning look in her eyes. "Don't," whispered Santana. She knew that her friend and Rachel had some sort of friendship, as light as it was, but didn't exactly like it. Quinn, Santana, and Brittany had ruled the school in their first two years up until Quinn got knocked up and lost Finn to the diva. Ever since then Quinn had become very different. Once Quinn had Beth and came back to school from summer break, Santana was thinking they would regain their dynamic and continue on their destructive path of keeping themselves above everyone else. Santana got a glimpse of the old Quinn when she had schemed her way to get back on the cheerio squad, to which the Latina was not too happy about but the two talked it out and Quinn had apologized knowing she was in the wrong. But in all honesty, Santana knew Quinn made the better captain and didn't find the position all that much fun so the two hugged it out and were friends once again.
But then things changed. When Santana ordered a hit out on Rachel, Quinn fought her tooth and nail until finally Santana relented and called it off. Santana wasn't scared of anyone or anything but seeing Quinn literally back her into a corner in the bathroom and seeing the veins start to pop out on the girls neck and her eyes almost bulge out of her head, Santana didn't feel so safe and hastily agreed that Quinn was right. That was the last time she ever mentioned "Berry" and "slushie" in the same sentence around the blonde.
She saw Quinn becoming somewhat friendly to the girl, but Quinn always said it was because since they shared all their classes together, then they were bound to become tolerant of each other and that the diva really wasn't that bad. Santana was a little skeptical of her reasons because she shared English with both girls and never saw as much as a single conversation go on between the two, but afraid of another lashing attack from the blonde she shrugged and let it go. Santana knew she was losing her touch around the school by not singling out Rachel but just made it up by slushie-ing other unfortunate students when she felt the urge. She caught Quinn a few times looking over in Rachel's direction but never brought it to the blonde's attention. She didn't like this new, vulnerable Quinn at all and knew Rachel had something to do with it and tried to steer the blonde away from her whenever she could. But when realizing there really was nothing she could do then she eventually let the whole thing go. That still didn't mean that she liked the idea of them becoming chummy.
Quinn snatched her arm away from Santana, who shook her head, looking back up at the feuding couple, seeing Puck also step up and gave him a nod acknowledging if things started to go down then she would take Rachel and Puck would take Finn. He nodded back saying he got the message.
"Finn please," Rachel pleaded taking a step into Finn, "you're causing a scene. Please, can we just talk about this later? Let's just go home before this gets out of hand."
"Yeah, dude, why don't you just go sleep this off? You've had too much tonight." Puck added, slowly reaching the cup in Finn's hand. Finn turned his attention to Puck's hand and swept his hand as far away as he could from him, splashing liquid onto the ping pong table. Puck took a step back not wanting to push his friend off the edge of sanity.
"No I haven't! Why is everyone ganging up on me? I haven't done anything wrong. I'm just trying to get Rachel to stay the night here so she doesn't have to worry about not being sober and can loosen up a little." His face was flush with anger.
No one could believe what they were hearing. They all knew Finn had some slight anger problems but never to this extent. Rachel covered her face and ran out of the room, not being able to stand there and be ridiculed anymore then she already had been.
"Rachel." Quinn called after her and when she saw her disappear up the stairs she started running after her but not before stopping in front of Finn and burning him with her eyes. "What the fuck was that? Do you see what you did to her? God, could you be any more of an ass?" She shoved him away just to add to her point and get some of her building anger out before continuing her way to Rachel.
She reached the second floor of the house trying to determine which lucky door Rachel would be behind. She had been to Puck's house before but wasn't entirely familiar with the layout in her state of mind. She started just opening any door she came to until she opened Puck's bedroom door and saw Rachel sitting with her back facing her, near the pillows of his bed. She walked the few steps and plopped down next to Rachel.
"You okay?" Quinn asked already knowing the answer.
"No." Rachel answered wiping her eyes of loose tears keeping her head angled away from Quinn. "I can't believe him sometimes. Give me that." Rachel snatched Quinn's drink, that was practically full, out of her hand and drank it down in a few swift gulps. She noticed Rachel had downed her own drink from an empty cup sitting on the nightstand beside the brunette. She slammed the cup down onto the small table and Quinn slid both cups into each other.
"He's a douche." Quinn stated evenly. "He shouldn't treat you like that. No one should ever treat their girlfriend like that." She lifted her hand to Rachel's chin, forcing her to look Quinn in the eye, using the pad of her thumb to wipe away the trail of water leaking from the brunette's eyes and gave her a lop sided smile which Rachel returned. Quinn could feel a surge of heat rush from her fingertips up her arm and down her spine.
"Thanks." Rachel whispered. She took a few breathes, finally getting a hold of herself. Quinn dropped her hand from Rachel's cheek and studied every inch of Rachel's face wondering how she could still look this beautiful when she's this sad. She, too, had to take a breath and keep herself under control from the closeness she was just now becoming aware of.
"Better?" Quinn softly asked. Rachel slightly nodded her head.
"What happened after I left?" Rachel inquired.
"Nothing." Quinn said looking away from Rachel with a smirk.
"Quinn." Rachel said in an accusing voice. "What did you do?" It was obvious Quinn was lying.
"I just might have pushed him and said a few words." When Quinn looked back at Rachel she saw her eyebrows raised, prying for more information. "He just shouldn't have caused a scene like that." Quinn said defensively. Rachel just kept staring at her. "…I called him an ass." Quinn finally said sheepishly.
Rachel shook her head and let out a bubble of a giggle, flattered that Quinn would stick up for her like that. "Quinn, you didn't have to do that."
"But I did, he needs to know his place. It just frustrates me beyond belief to see him not know what a wonderful girl he has and take advantage of that." Quinn saw those big brown eyes looking back at her with adoration and felt her heart grow larger in her chest.
"Thank you." Rachel simply stated and Quinn nodded her head not sure of what to say next so they just sat there in a comfortable silence for a few seconds until Quinn felt Rachel's head press against her shoulder. "You really are a wonderful person too, Quinn." Quinn instantly smiled at the compliment.
"Thank you, Rachel. It means a lot coming from you." Quinn instinctually rested her head atop of Rachel's, breathing in the girl's soft fragrance and closing her eyes to just enjoy the close company.
Rachel nuzzled her head a little more into Quinn and the blonde really could barely contain herself to not just plant a big one on Rachel's plump lips. Not a good idea, Fabray. Just enjoy the moment. And Quinn definitely was. Neither girl realized how long they had stayed in that position until Quinn had felt a pain in her lower back from her slouched posture. She tried arching her upper body up to release some of the tension when Rachel lifted her head in wonderment of what Quinn was doing.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asked from lazy eyes and Quinn realized Rachel had almost fallen asleep on her shoulder and she grinned.
"Yeah, my back is just kind of hurting."
"Oh, well we can lie down if you want." Quinn's eyes widened a little at the image of having Rachel snuggling into her side.
"Uh…okay." Quinn finally stammered out scooting to the far end of the bed and adjusting the pillows to a comfortable position. Rachel waited until the blonde was comfortable and once she was, she resumed her position by laying her head against the blonde's shoulder and flung her arm around Quinn's waist. Quinn sat motionless and stiff.
"It's the smell isn't it?" Rachel suddenly asked propping herself up on her elbow and looking down at Quinn.
Quinn looked at her in confusion. "What?"
"The smell…of the bed. It smells like Puck and I'm sure it makes you uncomfortable." Rachel supplied with Quinn feeling that wave of understanding wash over her.
"Oh, um, yeah I guess." Quinn said lamely. What is wrong with you Fabray, get with the picture here. She just needs a shoulder to lean on, literally, and you can't even be that for her. Now get yourself under control. "I'm sorry, Rach. I'm okay. Really." Quinn finally said, convincing the brunette.
Rachel nodded her head and took her place again against Quinn. Quinn felt Rachel's body heat as if it were burning through her clothes and her breathing become more erratic as much as she kept trying to steady the pace. After a few minutes, Quinn finally felt herself relax more and closed her eyes as she started to drift to sleep.
"Do you ever think about her?" Rachel said, bringing Quinn out of her slumber.
"Beth?"
Rachel lifted her chin so she could look Quinn in the eye. "Yeah. Excuse me for asking, but sometimes I just wonder if she's the daughter that my mother always wanted." Rachel looked back down and lowered her voice. "Since she didn't want me."
Quinn raised Rachel's chin with her hand and shot Rachel a smile. The girl had a way of doing that to the blonde. "Don't think like that Rach. Think of how different your life would have been if she would have raised you instead of your wonderful fathers you have now? She wasn't ready to be a mother then and wouldn't have known the first thing to do to satisfy a baby, especially one with such a big personality."
Rachel pushed her shoulder into Quinn's side. "Hey!"
Quinn laughed. "I mean that in the best way possible. But think about it. What if your fathers didn't raise you? How do you think you would have ended up?" She could see Rachel thinking it but not saying anything. "You wouldn't have had these two wonderful people pushing you to pursue your dreams and what you've been destined to be since you were brought into this world." Rachel smiled bashfully at the compliment. "You probably would have gone through life not knowing what to do since Shelby obviously didn't know how to take care of you. And because of that, you probably would have had this void in your heart that you didn't know how to fill so you would have acted out and maybe run away." Rachel looked back up at Quinn, wondering where she was going with this theory. "And with no outlet for your creativity like you have with singing, then you probably would have started experimenting with drugs or killing small animals. Which would have led to you killing actual people, and then you would have been a serial killer and on the run until the cops caught you and then ended up being some woman named Bertha or Butch's cellmate and further sex slave for your whole life." By this time Rachel was sitting up, looking at Quinn with a baffling expression not believing what she just heard.
"You mean to tell me, Quinn Fabray, that I would have turned out to be someone who harms animals? You know how much I care about them!" Rachel was mocking offensiveness, playing along with Quinn's theory.
Quinn sat up and crossed her legs under her. "Yeah, but you wouldn't have known that because Shelby just would have never expressed that you need to care about the animals and the environment so it just wouldn't have been a big deal. See, your fathers instilled in you this appreciation for everything that is life and that's how you got that appreciation in the first place." Rachel's jaw had fallen onto the bed. Quinn crossed her arms and leaned back into the pillows. "You know I'm right." She challenged.
It felt good for Rachel to get her mind off of what had happened earlier that night with Finn and play this silly game with Quinn. "I most certainly do not! I could never harm another living thing. Never in my life." She feigned hurt that Quinn would think of her becoming that kind of person and crossed her arms, jerking her head away from Quinn.
They both sat there for a few seconds, Quinn feeling the inkling of a laugh coming on at just how ridiculous this all was before Rachel was the first to break and they were both in the midst of a laughing spree. The fell onto their sides still laughing and gasping for air. When they did finally calm down the mood became serious once again.
"Do you really think so?" Rachel asked, sitting up to meet Quinn's eyes again.
Quinn sat up as well, keeping her eyes on Rachel's. "I know your fathers did a great job of raising you and I think if it wasn't for them, you wouldn't be the person you are today. Who is definitely one of a kind. I wouldn't want you to be anything less than who you are now." Quinn took Rachel's hand in hers, feeling the electric shock for the second time that night. She saw tears start to well in the brunette's eyes at the touching words Quinn had just said. Before she knew it Rachel launched herself onto Quinn in a massive bear hug and proceeded to let her emotions take over.
"Thank you so much Quinn. No one has ever said that to me before. I've never thought of it that way. Just, thank you." Rachel was nearly shaking in Quinn's arms as she bawled and Quinn just held the girl tighter, rubbing small circles on her lower back and loving how she was Rachel's shoulder to cry on.
"I' m sure she's a great mother to Beth." Rachel added, causing Quinn to feel a pull on her heart and felt the sting of tears on the verge of coming to light. Rachel heard the blonde sniffle and kept talking. "It's like she said to me, she missed her chance to be a mom to me, but now she has that opportunity with Beth. You made her dreams come true, Quinn. You gave Beth a life with a wonderful woman and I know they'll both cherish one another." By now it was Quinn's turn to cry and have Rachel hold her shaking form.
Quinn pulled slowly away from Rachel, letting the brunette wipe away the stray tears and pushed her cheek into her touch, both girls looking into the others eyes with nothing less than what could be call love.
Neither one knew who began leaning in first, Quinn could have sworn it was Rachel, but Rachel will always say it was Quinn, but before they knew it their foreheads were pressed together. Eyes fluttered closed, each girl taking in breaths of the same air. They could feel the heat radiating of each other's bodies and breathing became labored. Rachel's hand found its way to the inside of Quinn's knee and let her fingertips dance up and down her skin and the blonde's breath hitched and felt her own hand snake up Rachel's arm to the bottom of her neck and heard the girl take a sharp breath in and hold it.
You've got your ball
You've got your chain
Tied to me tight, tie me up again
Who's got the claws in you my friend?
Into your heart I'll beat again
Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock
And sweet you roll
Lost for you I'm so lost for you
Oh, when you come crash into me
And I come into you
I come into you
Quinn opened her eyes to see Rachel's still closed and traced her fingertips along her skin down to her collar bone and up the opposite one, her eyes glued to her own movements, memorizing every inch of skin she covered. Her hand came to rest along Rachel's jaw and her thumb brushed along her bottom lip. As brown eyes opened, they locked onto hazel and both girls were surprised at how dark the pair was looking back at them.
Touch your lips just so I know
In your eyes, love, it glows so
I'm bare boned and crazy, for you
Oh, when you come crash into me, dear
Baby, and I come into you
In a boys dream
In a boys dream
Quinn felt Rachel's chin lift up and followed her motions as eyes closed shut again, feeling their noses graze and they repositioned their head so they could get as close as humanly possible. Both girls were holding their breath, waiting for the slightest of movement to cause their lips to collide together. Quicker than either one could realize, their lips were covering the other pair. Quinn opened her eyes wide, not sure if this was really happening, but when she saw Rachel's eyes closed tight and her brows slightly scrunched together, she knew it was real and responded immediately. Quinn inhaled deeply through her nose, bringing both hands up to tangle into Rachel's brown locks and the brunette did the same, keeping one hand on Quinn's shoulder, running up her neck and finally cupping the girl's cheek.
If I've gone overboard
Then I'm begging you to forgive me in my haste
When I'm holding you so, girl
Close to me
Oh and you come crash into me, yeah
Baby, and I come into you
Lips parted slightly to add more passion and each girl could feel their lips becoming bruised but that didn't stop them from pressing harder into each other. Neither could get enough of the others touch and hands roamed bodies freely, but never pushing a step further than heavy petting.
Quinn felt a tongue graze her bottom lip which she didn't hesitate to allow past her lips. Soft moans filled the room as tongues became introduced and began to duel. Quinn slowly guided Rachel down onto her back until they were both lying down with Quinn hovering over Rachel, propping herself up on her elbow keeping one hand behind Rachel's neck with her other gripped onto her hip. Rachel's hands were busy running through blonde hair and down Quinn's back.
Hike up your skirt a little more
Show your world to me
Hike up your skirt a little more
Show your world to me
In a boys dream
In a boys dream
Fueled by her lust and desire, Quinn decided to take it a step further and slowly lifted the bottom of Rachel's shirt and gently ran her fingers along the girl's waist and up her stomach. Rachel slightly arched her back into her touch and her head fell back, breaking their kiss. Quinn was mesmerized by the brunette's reaction to a simple touch and knew right then she could never get enough of that. Her eyes darted between every feature of Rachel's face, from her flushed cheeks to her closed eyes to her mouth hanging slightly open, and drifting to the column of her neck.
Oh I watch you there
Through the window
And I stare at you
You wear nothing but you wear it so well
Tied up and twisted
The way I'd like to be
For you, for me
Come crash into me, baby
Come crash into me, yeah
Crash into me
Crash into me
Crash into me
Acting off pure instinct Quinn lowered her head and began to spread wet kisses up and down, covering any inch of skin she could reach. She felt Rachel's pulse under her lips and gently began to suck, not wanting to leave a mark. Quinn could feel the vibrations coming from the girl's throat as Rachel continued to softly moan gripping onto the roots of Quinn's hair, her body writhing beneath the blonde desperate for more.
I'm the king of the castle
You're the dirty rascal
Come crash into me
Please crash into me
Yes, I see the waves
Come and crash into me
See the waves come and crash into me
Crash into me
They heard a loud knocking on the door and jiggling of the door handle of someone trying to get in the room and, as if struck by lightning, jumped apart and off opposite sides of the bed.
"Hey! Let me in! It is my room!" They heard Puck on the other side and Quinn didn't even remember shutting and locking the door.
They both stood, turning to each other and taking in flushed faces, disheveled hair, still labored breaths, passion and desire still hanging thick in the air. They tried their best to straighten their clothes and make their hair look somewhat presentable. Quinn looked over to Rachel to see if she was ready for the intruder and when she gave the blonde a quick nod, Quinn turned the knob and saw an almost nervous Puck in the hallway.
He stepped into his room and saw the state of his bed. The covers were bunched in some areas and pillows on the floor. "What the hell happened in here? Did you guys have a pillow fight or something? That would be so hot if you did." He looked between the girls with a smirk.
They both rolled their eyes. "What do you want Puckerman?" Quinn asked, glancing at Rachel who was finding her hands much more interesting at the moment. Quinn was scared she regretted what happened.
He stepped towards Rachel, who looked up at the boy. "Um, Kurt decided to give Finn a ride back home with Mercedes and Blaine. There's plenty of room you here if you want to stay."
"No, I think I'll get on home too. Thanks Puck." She was exiting the room when Quinn caught her by the wrist.
"Rach, you've been drinking. I don't want you driving. You should just stay here tonight. Santana, Brittany, and I are all staying here too so you wouldn't be the only one. I'm guessing Mike and Tina are still here too so it will be all of us."
"No, they left. Turns out Mike had just been drinking soda all night. Sneaky bastard. But it looks like you guys already got comfortable on my bed so you guys can just bunk in here together if you want." Puck chimed in. Quinn took in his words and turned back to Rachel with pleading eyes for her to stay.
"I appreciate that, but I'd rather just stay on the couch or another bed if that's okay." Quinn let go of Rachel's arm and almost let her coming tears fall but she willed herself to not let them. Not until she was alone.
"Okay, that's fine too. I think there are some extra sheets in the closet. I'll go get them and make up your bed." Puck said, oblivious of what had just happened, and walked out of the room.
Quinn looked down to Rachel, waiting for her to say something. But nothing came. Rachel wouldn't even look in Quinn's direction before she whispered out, "I'm sorry" and left. Quinn slept alone in Puck's bed, letting her tears fall until she was convinced she had none left to shed and drifted to dreamless sleep.
She awoke the next morning with Rachel already gone and come the next Monday at school, it was as if nothing had ever happened with Rachel when Quinn was ready to pull her hair out from the anxiety that that night had caused her and expected to talk about it to some degree with the girl. But Rachel had been so wrapped up in Finn during the time that Quinn never had the opportunity and eventually it just went seemingly forgotten to the brunette and Quinn didn't want to be the one to bring it up, seeing how happy Rachel was with Finn. And so Quinn, after some time, thought she might have just dreamt it all up and it didn't happen in the first place. But her emotions were too real to have it be a dream but she could never gain the courage to simply say something when she and Rachel were alone.
Not until now.
"Do you remember that night at Puck's party?" Quinn could feel the tension started to circulate through the room and Rachel stared up at the ceiling.
"You mean when Finn and I got into that fight? Yeah, that was pretty bad, wasn't it? But I can assure you that nothing like that has ever happened since. He learned from his mistakes."
"You know what I mean Rachel." She kept her eyes locked on Rachel's face for any indication that the girl actually did remember.
Rachel closed her eyes and took in the events of that night, remembering everything clearly. She hadn't thought of the details since that next day when she told herself that it never happened and not to act like it ever did, to completely forget it and that's when she threw herself into her relationship even more. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes again, still looking up at the ceiling. "In Puck's room?" She saw Quinn nod out of the corner of her eye. "Yes, I remember very clearly." She turned to meet Quinn's gaze. "What about it?"
Quinn sat up on her elbow, her hand propping her head up. "We've just…never talked about…it." She had no idea how to start this conversation.
"What is there to talk about? You kissed me. That's all that happened." Rachel sat up on her bed looking down at the blonde.
Quinn felt her blood start to boil. "I kissed you? Are you sure you were in the same room I was? I'm pretty sure you kissed me."
"I find that very hard to believe considering I distinctly remember you being on top of me."
"You're the one who got tongues involved."
"You laid me down on the bed!"
"You laid down first! I was simply following you down!"
"You tried to take my shirt off!"
"Oh, please! I just ran my fingers over your stomach! Which you loved by the way! The way you arched your back and let your head fall kind of gave it away. Not to mention the sounds you made and the way you were practically squirming under me. Like you wanted more." Quinn heard her voice grow quiet and raspy and glanced at Rachel wondering if she heard it too.
Rachel's pupil's were blown and was biting down on the corner of her bottom lip. Dear lord. They found themselves in a similar predicament for a second time. Quinn reached over to Rachel's hand and lightly squeezed it. They were both very slowly leaning into each other, both knowing exactly what they were doing and where this was going.
Only this time, when they were breaths apart, Rachel leaned back quickly. "I can't do this." She whispered out.
Quinn stayed frozen feeling both confused and completely rejected. "What's wrong?" She awkwardly leaned back looking at Rachel.
Rachel bowed her head and mumbled something under her breath. "What?" Quinn softly asked trying to bring Rachel to look at her.
"I said I have a boyfriend." She swatted Quinn's hand away."I can't do this, Quinn. I have Finn and I'm happy with him."
Quinn narrowed her eyes at the brunette, not believe a word out of her mouth. "Bullshit. Do you not remember how you were acting when I first came in here tonight? You were saying how stupid you were for getting back together with him and now you're using him as your excuse? You make no sense sometimes."
"Please," Rachel pleaded, looking up to Quinn through watery eyes. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be."
Quinn saw the girls struggle and felt her heart ache. "It doesn't have to be this hard." Quinn tried to take Rachel's hand, but at her touch Rachel flinched away and stood from the bed.
"I told you I can't do this." Quinn was caught off guard by the venom in the brunette's voice and the fire in her eyes, with a single tear falling down her tanned cheek. The blonde narrowed her eyes again trying to get a read on her. "Just please respect that." As fast as that anger came, it went even quicker. Rachel couldn't look Quinn in the eye, and turned her back to the blonde, not having the courage to see the girl's reaction.
When Rachel turned around, she saw the clothes Quinn borrowed thrown on her bed and looked to her dresser only to see Quinn's dress and shoes gone with the blonde nowhere to be found.
Quinn quickly found her mother in the crowd of people and grabbed her hand pulling her to the car. But not before Judy remembered to grab her purse from the closet.
"Quinnie, what's wrong honey? Did something happen between you and Rachel?" Judy had almost tripped out the door and was having trouble keeping up.
"I don't want to talk about it. I just need to get home. Now."
The pair came to a stop in front of Judy's car and the older blonde began searching through her purse for the keys. Quinn was growing impatient and walked over to her mother, snatching the bag from her hands and searching quickly for the keys which took her no time to find. She looked at her mother questioningly.
"Oh, good, you found them. You might want to drive too, honey. I might have had too much of that delicious champagne." Judy began walking to the passenger's side of the car, leaning on the hood for support. Quinn rolled her eyes, unlocking both doors with the keyless entry and hopped into the driver's side, cranking the engine.
Once they were both buckled in, Quinn took one last look up to Rachel's window and saw the girl standing in the frame, wiping tears from her eyes. Quinn shook her head, leaning back into the seat, and pressed on the accelerator, pulling the car away from the curb and heading home. Here we go again.
Song: Dave Matthew's Band "Crash Into Me"