I have to apologize for the delay, so sorry :c. The song Rachel sings is called "My Boots" by Lights. Hope you all enjoy!
Sam went next, doing a rendition of "Forget You" with Miss Holiday. He stated afterwards that it was a joke directed at Quinn, who seemed unable to stop laughing at the prospect. Rachel was less than amused, and felt it necessary to go next in order usurp Quinn's ex.
She smoothed out her navy dress and took place in front of the club. Without an introduction, she pressed a button on a CD player on the piano bench, and started to sing.
"You might know if you're from around here,
What goes on for half of the year
Have you seen the queen of the castle?
Paint this city from ear to fear,
"If the air was meant to be glitter
It might not take all yours away
When she swings she's a heavy hitter
When she comes you'll ask her to stay."
The brunette skipped up to Brittany, as if inviting her down. The blonde clapped excitedly, grabbed Santana's hand, and rushed down the risers.
"Winter left a cover
that I'm gonna end up under
But I've got my boots.
"When I'm in the summer I forget how much I love her
When she's in the groove,
"Oh, it's a love hate romance
Cause I could watch her dance
If I've got my boo-ooo-oo-oooots."
The diminutive girl noticed Quinn's ever-growing smile, the smile that she reserved only for special occasions, the one Rachel's only had the pleasure of seeing once. It was the day Puck sang "Beth" to her, but that smile only lasted a couple of seconds. She could tell this one would last for days.
"Something in the way she comes gliding,
Makes me need to fix up the hair.
She gets me to come out of hiding
And find something decent to wear!"
Brittany belted out the next line, "Stop and stare!"
"Winter left a cover
that I'm gonna end up under,
But I've got my boots.
"When I'm in the summer I forget how much I love her,
When she's in the groove,
"Oh, it's a love hate romance,
Cause I could watch her dance
If I've got my boo-ooo-oo-oooots."
Rachel extended a hand towards Quinn, who let out a bashful giggle. Mike was already up. Finn had a frustrated look plastered on his face, his eyebrows furrowed with confusion.
"A love hate romance,
When I see her dance.
I got on my boots,
Got my boots on.
"A love hate romance,
I can't feel my hands.
I got on my boots
Got my boots on!"
The brunette pulled Quinn closer to her, their foreheads then resting on one another's. They only swayed slightly, with the majority of the club prancing around them. The blonde bit her lip, and for a moment nothing else in the room mattered. Of course, as all good things do, the moment ended. Sam pulled Quinn away, twirling her in a circle.
"Winter left a cover,
that I'm gonna end up under,
But I've got my boots.
"When I'm in the summer I forget how much I love her
When she's in the groove,"
Rachel sauntered up to the blondes, and gently pushed Sam aside as to sing the last of the verses to Quinn.
"Winter left a cover
that I'm gonna end up under,
But I've got my boots.
"When I'm in the summer I forget how much I love her
When she's in the groove,
"Oh, it's a love hate romance
Cause I could watch her dance,
If I've got my boots."
Miss Holiday from there let the club out, with a congratulatory clap. Before Quinn and Rachel could interlace their fingers, Finn beckoned out to the blonde.
"Wait, eh, Quinn! Can we talk?"
The diva shot Quinn a look of concern, but the blonde gave her a reassuring smile to indicate she'd be out soon.
"Yes, Finn?" The cheerleader asked once the room seemed clear.
"I was just wondering if you and Rachel were like, together. I mean you both sang these romantic songs that seemed directed at each other."
Quinn almost panicked, considering she and Rachel hadn't put a label on their relationship quite yet.
Before the blonde could utter a word, Puck stepped out of the instrument room.
"Hey, Finnovation, help me put the guitars away."
"But-"
"Now!"
The lumbering boy gave Quinn a look of uncertainty, before grabbing a guitar and hauling it into the closet.
Puck waltzed behind Quinn, whispering quickly, "You owe me one," before shoving her out the choir room door.
Rachel waited, rather impatiently, in her car. She was lost in thought; wondering if Quinn would give in to his advances, forget about the brunette and start to date Finn again. She found herself second-guessing Quinn quite often lately, after hearing her thoughts about the football player being an 'anchor'. Would she ever be that to Quinn? A safehouse, someone she felt absolutely sheltered with?
She couldn't progress any further, as the passenger's door opened abruptly. The diva nearly pulled out her rape whistle, before the blonde cried, "Rachel! It's just me!"
The starlet immediately relaxed at Quinn's voice, never mind it sounded panicked. Without looking at the other girl, Rachel asked softly, "So what did Finn want to talk about?"
"Oh," the cheerleader breathed, "Just wanted to know if you and I were… Dating."
"What did you say?"
"Nothing. Puck interjected before I could say anything."
"Hmm."
After an awkward silence passed, Quinn spoke again. "Are you alright?"
"I've just been wondering if you still harbor feelings for Finn…" She trailed off, and looked at the blonde with those deep, chocolate eyes of hers.
Quinn found herself speechless. "No! No, Rachel, no," she almost started snickering, "No. I like you. You are the current object of my affections. Promise."
Rachel let herself breath. She was half-expecting Quinn to admit she loved Finn, and that everything thus far had been a mistake. She needed to invest more confidence in this girl.
"I guess," she said, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, "I'm just paranoid. I really enjoy your company, Quinn, and didn't want to be left in the dust for an ex of mine promptly after almost starting a relationship with you."
The cheerleader just studied her for a while, eyes transfixing on her collarbone, her legs, her long eyelashes. Finally, she leaned forward to capture the other girl's lips. It was a slow, languid kiss, and Rachel felt herself nearly melt under the blonde.
Quinn captured Rachel's bottom lip with her teeth, gently tugging on it. The brunette surged forward, gripping Quinn's gold locks and opening her mouth further. Tongues met with force, the tempo speeding up as the cheerleader nearly tore Rachel's cardigan open, desperate for more friction between their bodies.
She managed to pull the brunette all the way onto her lap in the passenger's seat, Rachel's fingers running up and down her scalp. The diva broke the exchange, now fascinated with the other girl's collarbone. She gently pecked her neck as Quinn dug her finger nails into the armrests. Rachel tenderly bit down on the pale skin, eliciting a low moan from the taller girl.
She pulled away abruptly, a voice of caution chiming in her head, telling her they were advancing a little too briskly. Quinn, however, was having none of it. She'd never seen anyone look sexier, with her lips plump, pupils dilated and hair unkempt.
Quinn rushed at the girl, mouths again searing as Rachel's back made connection with the dashboard. She was in a slightly awkward position, and would've readjusted herself if not having been in an intense make-out session with Quinn Fabray.
The blonde let her hands wander of Rachel's tiny torso, coming to a stop at her chest. She palmed the brunette's breasts slowly, while still nipping at her tongue. Rachel threw her head back, chanting, "Quinnquinnquinnquinnquinnnnn," partially to get her attention.
"Yes?" The blonde mused, now kissing up Rachel's jaw line.
"Maybe we should take this somewhere ellllllllse," she hissed, "Like my house. My dads aren't home, and I'm in a slightly uncomfortable position."
Quinn snapped out of her haze, and with an excited expression growled, "Drive."