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Chapter 17
"Do you want to tell me what it is you really said to Berry?" Santana enquires as she closes the door to the apartment and shrugs off her coat.
Brittany flops down onto the couch and sighs audibly.
"All I said was that she should maybe listen to what Quinn has been saying for the last few months," Brittany explains tiredly. She doesn't enjoy meddling in relationships and is sorry that she said anything at all because now she has to get ready to go out to Sebastian's brother's club and probably have to talk to Sebastian and that is the last thing she wants to do on her night off.
Santana pats Brittany's legs as a request for her to lift them so she can sit down too.
"But Quinn has been telling her that they can't be together," Santana realises as she pulls Brittany's legs back over her lap.
"I know," Brittany informs her. "That's why I told her to think about moving on, she shouldn't wait for Quinn forever."
"Britt!" Santana exclaims and sharply raps her on the knee.
"What?!" Brittany shouts in surprise sitting up to look at Santana.
"I just convinced Quinn to go for it with Rachel," Santana says alarmed.
"I can't keep up with all this," Brittany sighs and lies back down. "I'm never giving romantic advice again."
"You should be a little more concerned," Santana tells her.
Brittany throws her arm over her face and frowns.
"Why?"
"Because Berry wants to go out tonight to get Quinn out of her system," Santana explains.
"So? She said she just wants to dance," Brittany mumbles not seeing the problem.
"Britt, sweetie, after what you just told me I know for a fact that dancing is code for hooking up," Santana explains gently, rubbing Brittany's legs.
Brittany throws her arm down by her side and stares at Santana in stunned silence.
"But you just said that Quinn was going to give them a go," Brittany states.
"And there's our problem," Santana nods to show Brittany that she's got it right.
"Well then we have to keep Rachel from hooking up with anyone tonight!" Brittany declares.
"Excellent idea," Santana agrees. "I say we just call off the whole evening. Tell her we're not feeling well, it won't be hard to rope Quinn in on it too."
"That won't work," Brittany says dismissively as she jumps up from the couch.
"Why not?" Santana whines at the lack of warmth now that Brittany has removed her legs from her lap.
"Rachel has tweeted that she is going to that club tonight, you heard how excited she was, even if we don't go she'll just find other people to go with, she does have other friends I imagine," Brittany concludes.
Santana pouts but only because she knows that Brittany is right.
"What time did Quinn say she was sending a car around?" Brittany asks looking at her watch.
"Not until 10:30," Santana recalls.
"Great, plenty of time to get ready," Brittany says happily. "I'm showering first, ok? We both know you always use up the hot water."
"I likes my showers," Santana says defensively as she gets up to follow Brittany. "You know, it'll save time if I were to join you."
"Nice try, babe," Brittany chuckles as she grabs a towel out of the hot press. "You know we'll be twice as long in there then."
"Whatever could you mean?" Santana says coyly as she smoulders her eyes at Brittany.
"I mean," Brittany says throatily as she wraps her arms around Santana's lower back and pulls her in close, "that it would take too long for me to do all the inexplicable things that I want to do to you in there."
Santana hums deeply as she feels Brittany's hot breath on the shell of her ear.
"I thought you said we have plenty of time?" Santana asks hungrily as she nips at Brittany's ear.
"For what I have in my mind," Brittany husks as she trails her nose along Santana's jaw line, "it's definitely not enough."
Brittany then whips away from Santana and steps into the bathroom making sure to lock the door behind her. Santana groans in frustration she thought for sure she could convince her.
"I'm gonna get you back for that later, Pierce," Santana calls through the bathroom door as she tries to turn the handle just to be sure.
"You better, Lopez," Brittany calls back as she smiles when she sees the handle of the door jiggling.
…
"San, the car is gonna be here any minute, you ready to go?" Brittany calls from the hallway as she tries to put in her second earring.
"Just a second," Santana calls back.
Brittany gives up on her earring for the moment and puts it down on the hall table deciding to check that she has what she needs in her clutch, Santana can help her get the earring in when she's ready.
After making sure that she has her keys which always seem to be the one thing she forgets meaning that she has to ask her neighbour for her spare, she picks the earring up again and decides to have another go.
"Santana, I need you to help me with this," she starts to call before turning to look down the hall towards their bedroom. "I can't get my…earring in..." she trails off as the earring slips from her hand when she sees the sight before her.
Santana is standing just outside their bedroom door. Her back is to Brittany and her right hand is raised up resting on the frame of the door. Santana turns her head over her right shoulder, locks of hair sweeping to one side before her gaze locks with Brittany's and she smirks.
Brittany gapes as her eyes slowly move from Santana's to follow the glossy hair that streams down her back. Her eyes are then met with Santana's glowing skin as she takes in the cut on the back of her dress that ends at the base of her spine. The black fabric of the dress hugs her body tightly and Brittany wants nothing more than to run her hands over every inch of her.
Santana tilts her chin down and her diamond earring winks in the soft evening light.
Brittany then scrambles to pick up her own earring that she had dropped and seems to have rolled away. By the time she locates it and stands back up Santana is half way towards her. She stops when there is about a foot between them. Brittany can't seem to find any words so she just holds out the earring that rests in the palm of her hand towards Santana.
Santana smiles lazily as she comes closer and takes the earring from Brittany's hand. She looks up at Brittany from under long, dark lashes and she smiles. Brittany sharply inhales and can feel her heart rate pick up. Santana's right hand sweeps her hair back over her shoulder as she reaches for Brittany's ear. Her fingertips trail along Brittany's neck agonisingly slowly until they rest behind her ear lobe gently.
"What's wrong, darling?" Santana husks as she brings her left hand up to her ear, earring between her thumb and first finger. "Cat got your tongue?"
She slides the earring in quickly with a steady hand.
Brittany's phone starts to vibrate.
"That…that'll be Quinn, they must be outside," Brittany stutters.
"We better not keep them waiting," Santana says as she saunters to the door and opens it.
"But…umm…" Brittany murmurs.
"It's a pity we didn't put our time to better use earlier," Santana teases as she turns her back on Brittany and walks out ahead of her.
Brittany pauses in awe before shaking her head, grabbing her clutch and dashing out the door after her.
….
The driver opens the door of the limousine for Santana and Brittany to get in. Brittany notes that there is an adequate amount of distance between Quinn and Rachel which means they are still feeling tense from earlier. Brittany makes a point of sitting as close to Santana as possible and places a hand in her lap. Santana takes it without question and mindlessly strokes the soft skin at her disposal.
"You girls ready for a great night?" Rachel asks excitedly.
"Can't wait," they respond in unison, both laughing a little at their tone because they are fully aware of what they would be doing right now if Rachel hadn't insisted they go out.
Quinn spots the look they give each other and rolls her eyes. She knows that it won't be a late night if they can have a say about it. She's sure that they'll slip out if they get the chance. If she's honest she is even a little grateful, she's worried about Rachel's attitude heading out tonight and if she can convince her to leave early she will.
Rachel hands them each a glass of champagne and they toast to the single being completed.
"So Brittany, do we need to keep a look out for Sebastian once we get there?" Rachel enquires.
"Maybe," Brittany replies. "He didn't make it sound like he would be on the door but he was certain that once I give my name they'll know who I am."
"Fantastic!" Rachel squeals. She downs the rest of her glass and pours herself another one. She looks to see if anyone else needs a refill but they've hardly taken a few sips. Santana gives Quinn a pointed look and Quinn shrugs her shoulders. She is out with Rachel as a friend tonight, she doesn't want to act like her boss and start telling her to slow down.
A few blocks later Rachel starts to look out the window expectantly. The car has slowed way down as it joins a queue of other cars waiting to spill out New York's a-list. As it is their limo's turn to pull up Rachel sits back demurely and waits for the door to be opened.
The door opens and a hand appears to help Brittany out first. She takes it and lifts herself out of the limo gracefully. Some cameras start to flash as the paparazzi recognise her but it isn't until Brittany guides Santana out of the limo that the real cacophonous cheering starts and the place lights up. Santana smiles at the crowd and steps to the side to join Brittany whose gaze is fixed on her. Brittany still hasn't gotten used to the paparazzi so she tends to keep her eyes on Santana and only smiles at the camera when Santana encourages a nice couple photo of them.
The cheering intensifies as Rachel hops out of the limo followed by a reluctant Quinn. The four of them make their way to the entrance, ignoring the questions being fired at them. Brittany tries to see past the blinding lights of the cameras and looks up at the front of the building. The Flash is written in a sharp, elegant cursive and Brittany cannot help but smirk at the not so subtly hidden meaning behind it.
Once they get passed the cameras the woman on the door recognises Rachel and Santana and she smiles. However, when she looks down at her list of guests she cannot spot them.
"I'm so sorry," she tells them, "there must be some sort of mistake, let me just call up to my boss."
"No, there'll be no need," Santana states and looks at Brittany proudly signalling for her to give the lady her name.
The woman looks at them in confusion and only registers Brittany once she starts to speak.
"Brittany S. Pierce," she informs her, trying to read the list upside down to see if her name is there. "I'm a friend of Sebastian's."
The woman raises her eyebrows and flicks through the clipboard.
"Brittany Pierce plus guests?" She asks and Brittany nods her head eagerly. "You keep fine company, Ms. Pierce," she says impressed.
Brittany watches as the lady checks off her name and she spots a large red sticker beside her name that she sees only a few other names have. The woman indicates for someone to take over from her and she leads them inside.
The grand double doors lead onto a magnificent ballroom-esque space. Brittany notices that it actually appears to be a theatre or opera house converted into a club. She can see that the upper tiers are also brimming with people. To their left there is a concession stand turned bar and just beyond it she can see a staircase down onto the dance floor which is the space where the seats must once have been.
Instead of leaving them at that point the woman leads them off to the right where there is a staircase roped off and a bouncer standing watch. The woman nods at him and he immediately lets them through. They are brought up another flight of stairs that are also roped off and the noise of the club becomes muffled.
"Mr. Smythe informed us that you may not attend but in the event that you did you and your friends were to be more than taken care of."
She unlocks a door to their left and they are brought into a spacious, private alcove. Brittany realises that this must have been one of the private boxes but that it is definitely larger and was probably extended and now occupies the space of two.
"Now in here, you have the same music as the first floor but the sound is better as the crowd noise has been cancelled out. You also have a fully stocked bar, you can serve yourselves if you want privacy or there is a simple panel on the wall where you can order up a bartender who can mix any cocktails you like. You can leave the drapes open or you can close them. Of course you do not have to stay in here for the night. I'll just give you these bracelets so that you can get in and out as much as you want."
Brittany can't remember at which point her jaw dropped and she looks at Santana in stunned silence. Santana laughs and kisses Brittany on the cheek.
"I'm sure once I relay to Mr. Smythe that you have arrived that he will be around shortly to greet you. Have a great night," she says sincerely as she hands the bracelets to Brittany and exits the room.
Quinn sweeps back the drapes to look at the crowd below. Rachel moves behind the bar and looks in the long mirror behind it to make sure her hair still looks fresh.
"So what can I get for everybody?" she calls as she turns away from the mirror.
"Rachel, do you even know how to mix drinks?" Santana asks incredulously as she takes Brittany's hand and walks over to the bar with her.
"I know the basics," she replies defensively.
"I'll just have a gin and tonic," Santana says thinking that settling on something with as few ingredients as possible is the wise way to go.
"You're no fun," Rachel says with a pout as she goes to get the needed bottles. "And for you, Brittany?"
"I'll have whatever you recommend," Brittany says playfully. Rachel smiles, grateful that Brittany is playing along and sticks her tongue out at Santana.
Quinn is still looking out over the crowd. She has a smile on her face. She's thinking that with this private VIP space and the bar to keep Rachel distracted she might be able to keep her in here for most of the night so she can't get up to anything crazy. When she turns back to the room she can't help but chuckle at the look of concentration on Rachel's face as she sloppily makes Brittany her concoction.
Quinn sidles up beside them at the bar as they hesitantly lift their drinks.
"So what did you make me?" Brittany questions.
"I call it the Long Island Iced Berry," Rachel says proudly.
"Original," Santana deadpans.
"What's in it?" Quinn asks.
"I'll tell you after Britt tries it," she says slyly.
"Well cheers, Britt," Santana says before clinking her glass with Brittany's and taking a long sip.
"Mmmmmm! This is so yummy, Rach!" Brittany exclaims.
"Oh my god," Santana chokes out. "Ever heard of using a measure?"
"No, was I supposed to?"
Santana rolls her eyes and puts down her drink.
"You don't like it?" she asks sadly.
"Rachel, that's nearly pure gin, just make me whatever you gave Britt."
"I…I don't remember what I put in it," Rachel says apologetically.
"What?! You literally just made it!"
"I know but I pulled out all of these bottles and I can't remember which ones I used," she explains.
"We can finish this one together San and then we can go get real…I mean different drinks," Brittany suggests.
"Great plan, Britt," Santana says before taking a sip from Brittany's drink. "It really is a shame though, you were onto a winner with this, Berry."
"So what can I get you, Quinn?"
Quinn wants to say nothing but she can see how much fun she is having so she gives in.
"I would like your best attempt at recreating what you made for Brittany."
"I'll do my best," she responds.
They hear a knock on the open door and they all look over.
"Brittany!" Sebastian exclaims. "So glad you could make it!"
"Sebastian!" Rachel shrieks rushing out from behind the bar before Brittany can say anything. "Thank you so much for letting us come tonight and this room is fabulous, it's really too much."
Rachel hugs him tightly and he smiles brilliantly over her head.
"Really, it's a pleasure," he assures her.
"Really Sebastian, thank you," Brittany says genuinely. He nods his head in acknowledgement. "I'm sure Linda explained everything to you all so just enjoy your evening."
He lifts a hand to them in parting and backs towards the door.
"You're leaving?" Rachel asks stunned.
"Well I was going to go dance with some friends, care to join?"
"Yes!" Rachel yells. She eagerly runs over to the door and looks over at the three of them expectantly.
Quinn grits her teeth and attempts to fake a genuine smile. There goes her plan of trying to get Rachel to spend most of the night in their VIP lounge. She sidles over beside Rachel and gives Santana a stern look to let her know that she better be joining them.
"Come on, Britt-Britt, time to dance," Santana says trying to entice her away from the bar.
"I'm not finished my drink," Brittany indicates pointing at her glass. "Just hang on."
Brittany takes the straw out of her drink and knocks it back in two big gulps. Santana looks at her in shock and awe.
"Let's do this," Brittany says already a little buzzed.
Sebastian grins and claps his hands together in delight.
"Excellent," he cheers.
…
They descend to the first floor where the dance floor is smaller than the one on the ground floor but is definitely not as packed.
Rachel spots some wait staff walking around with trays of shots and grabs Quinn by the forearm.
"Let's do shots!" she yells.
Sebastian waves over a waiter. They stand around an empty table and the waiter puts the tray down for them.
"Just leave the tray," Sebastian tells him.
Quinn looks sideways at Santana. She is hoping that Santana will join her in being the sensible one and will abstain from taking any shots.
"Look San, it's tequila, your favourite!" Brittany exclaims.
Quinn begs Santana with her eyes not to take any and Santana sighs her agreement.
"Sorry Britt, not tonight," Santana says softly, hating to disappoint her.
"Oh, but I've already poured a line of salt on my chest," Brittany murmurs. "Who's going to lick it off now?"
Sebastian's eyes flash as he grins widely. Santana spots his reaction and her eyes nearly pop out of her head.
"On second thought, give me all the shots," Santana says urgently as she leans in close to Brittany and licks the salt from above her right breast.
"That tickles, San," Brittany giggles as Santana removes her lips and reaches for the shot. She then sucks the lemon and looks over at Quinn apologetically.
Quinn gives her a betrayed look but quickly shakes it off.
Sebastian takes a shot as well simply putting the salt on the back of his hand. Rachel picks up the salt and hesitates, her eyes going to Quinn. But it appears she hasn't had enough to drink yet to have the courage to ask Quinn if she could lick the salt off her so she too settles for the back of her hand.
Brittany picks up the salt shaker and looks at Santana. The neckline on the front of Santana's dress is incredibly high to compensate for the large cut out on the back which disappoints Brittany.
"Where am I going to lick it off you San?"
Santana whimpers at the sexually suggestive question that was just asked so innocently.
"The back of her hand will have to do," Sebastian suggests and Santana eyes him suspiciously. It's clear to Santana that he is attracted to Brittany and that their intimacy is bothering him. Maybe he thought that they weren't serious and that it would be easy to break them up.
Santana glowers at his as she takes the salt shaker from Brittany and sweeps back her hair and tilts her head to one side, exposing it to Brittany as she applies the salt.
Brittany smiles mischievously as she waits for Santana to move her hand. She leans in and slowly presses her lips to Santana's neck, taking her time to lick and suck every last grain from her neck.
Santana yelps in surprise and swats Brittany's arm playfully when she is done.
"Britt! That is totally gonna leave a mark!"
Brittany winks at her. "That was the plan."
Quinn and Rachel look at each other awkwardly, feeling like intruders on an intimate moment.
Meanwhile, Sebastian pretends not to notice and continues taking shots. Rachel joins him.
"Fuck it," Quinn sighs before she too partakes in a few.
"That's the spirit, Quinn," Brittany celebrates cheering her on.
"Now can we dance?" Rachel yells.
"After you, ladies," Sebastian says gesturing for the four of them to lead the way. He makes a point of not making eye contact with Santana as she passes him, Brittany's hand firmly grasped in her own.
….
An hour or so later and the five of them are well on their way to being drunk. To Santana's dismay Sebastian hadn't just stayed for one or two songs. He had only drifted away from them a couple times to bring back more shots or to say hi to a friend who he would then bring over and introduce to them.
Brittany could feel Santana's irritation and made sure to only dance with her or one of the girls. Sebastian had tried to dance with her in what appeared to be a playful manner a couple of times but each time she skilfully found her way back to Santana without appearing like she was blatantly trying to avoid him.
Quinn had been trying her best to keep Rachel's attention but with each new person Sebastian would introduce to the group she would lose it all over again.
Rachel was currently dancing with some guy that Sebastian had told them was an NFL player. Quinn couldn't even remember his name, not that she cared all that much. He towered over Rachel who barely came up to his chest.
Quinn dances closer to Santana to try and talk to her.
"They look ridiculous trying to dance together," Quinn shouts in her ear.
"I'm kinda busy at the moment, Quinn," Santana shouts back as she loses distance between her and Brittany in order to listen to what she was saying.
Sebastian seizes the opportunity and dances closer to Brittany, making it look friendly by including a couple of his mates. Santana sends Quinn a sharp look as if to say 'look what you just did'. Quinn rolls her eyes.
"Oh be real, Santana. You know that Brittany would never do anything with that douchebag. Now would you please help me?!" She pleads.
Santana reluctantly turns her attention away from Brittany and looks over at Rachel.
"From what I can see you have two options here," Santana informs her.
"What are they?" Quinn urges as she keeps her eyes trained on Rachel but her ears trained on Santana.
"One, you play the jealousy card," Santana suggests as she dances extremely close to Quinn and as if to prove her point she turns and grinds against her bringing Quinn's arms around her waist.
Quinn sees Rachel's eyes flicker towards them and a concerned look crosses her face.
"She noticed that quickly," Quinn says into Santana's ear while turning her face into her hair.
"Of course she did," Santana says flatly. "But, it's not the option I think you should go for. While it might bother Rachel to see us dance like this, in the end she knows nothing will happen because she knows I would never do that to Brittany."
Santana feels Quinn nod her understanding.
"Which means," Santana continues, "that you would need to get her attention by dancing with a hot, female stranger but if you want my honest opinion I think that you shouldn't go down the road of playing games. You can end all of this right now."
"How?" Quinn says in her ear.
Santana spins around and looks Quinn dead in the eye.
"By manning up and staking your fucking claim, Fabray!" She shouts. "Since when were you such a wimp? Get over there right now and dance with her!"
"I don't know, Santana," Quinn says unsure.
"Ok, well if I can't convince you maybe that will," Santana says as she nods over at Rachel.
Quinn's head snaps away to see that the giant NFL player had been replaced by a very lithe blonde who had her arms wrapped around Rachel's neck as they danced.
Quinn's jaw drops and she looks at Santana in shock, her mouth trying to find words. Santana just shrugs and waits.
"Yeah, there is no way that is happening," Quinn states before marching her way over to Rachel.
Santana feels Brittany come up behind her and wrap her arms around her waist and rest her head on her shoulder.
"Sorry, I couldn't get away from him," Brittany apologises. "What are we watching here then?"
Brittany follows Santana's gaze and sees Quinn come to a stop beside Rachel and some blonde. They see Quinn share a few short, probably scathing, words with the blonde before she completely cuts in and faces Rachel. The blonde raises her hands in exasperation but easily gives in and wanders off into the crowd.
Rachel looks completely taken aback but is more than happy to comply when Quinn steps closer to Rachel and puts her hands on her hips encouraging Rachel to dance with her.
Brittany squeezes Santana tight and smiles when she sees how happy the two of them look.
"What did you say to her to get her to go over?"
"I'm not sure if anything I actually said worked but seeing her dance with that blonde sure worked," Santana replies.
"Well then I guess Rachel should be thanking me," Brittany chuckles.
"What do you mean? You haven't said anything to Rachel about Quinn since we got here."
"Truuuuuue," Brittany drawls out, "but I did meet that girl when Sebastian introduced her to me about ten minutes ago and I did recommend that she go dance with my friend."
Santana turns around in Brittany's arms and looks up at her in shock.
"That was a risky move."
"Not really," Brittany says with a shrug, "I had a feeling it would work."
"Your powers of manipulation are way more powerful than I thought," Santana teases.
"With great power comes great responsibility," Brittany says in a deep voice.
"Did you seriously just quote Spiderman?" Santana laughs and Brittany nods. "You absolute dork."
"Sure, call me the dork but you still knew what it was from," Brittany teases as she tickles Santana's waist.
Santana blushes and tries to squirm away from Brittany's hands before giving up and tucking herself in close to her resting her head on her chest.
Sebastian emerges from the crowd to their left and joins them effectively ending the moment.
"What's going on over here?" Sebastian asks. They don't answer him and he searches the crowd to see what they are both looking at. He raises both eyebrows in surprise when he spots Rachel and Quinn dancing in a way that is definitely more than friendly. "Those two?" He asks surprised.
Santana narrows her eyes at him and sighs in exasperation.
"Look, they're not even together yet, they've been dancing around the issue for months so could you do them a favour and not say anything to them about it?"
"Of course, of course," he says nonchalantly. "I wouldn't dream of it."
Brittany and Santana stay wrapped up in each other and sway slowly to the beat of the music. They try to make it clear that there won't be anymore group dancing with them tonight and that Sebastian is definitely out of place just standing next to them.
"Look, I've got some stuff to take care of but I'll catch up with you all again later, yeah?" Sebastian asks.
"Sure," Santana and Brittany say in unison but without any enthusiasm.
They watch for a moment as Sebastian works his way through the crowd and out of sight.
"I really don't like that guy," Santana says with a pout.
"I know you don't," Brittany says before kissing Santana on the cheek. "But he's just someone that I'll have to endure we're on the same squad at work."
"I know, but maybe we could keep the social events with him to a minimum?"
"Works for me," Brittany agrees.
They look back over at Quinn and Rachel and see that the intimate dancing they had witnessed not moments ago had ceased. Now they were engaged in what seemed to be a heated argument.
"Well that didn't last long," Santana mumbles.
"Uh oh," Brittany says when she sees that both Quinn and Rachel are marching towards them.
They stop in front of the two of them and refuse to look at each other.
"I need a glass of water to cool down, come with me to the bar, Santana?" Quinn asks making it sound like a request when it is most definitely a thinly veiled demand.
"Of course," Santana says faintly a little afraid of Quinn in that moment as she extricates herself from Brittany's arms.
Quinn drags Santana towards the bar and Santana looks back at Brittany helplessly.
Brittany turns back and looks at Rachel who has gone from looking angry to like she is on the verge of tears.
"I don't want to cry over her," Rachel says seeing the burning question in Brittany's eyes about what's going on.
"Then don't," Brittany tells her. "But tell me what happened."
"Quinn came out of nowhere and started dancing with me. When she sent that girl away I thought that was a clear sign that this was it," Rachel says shakily.
"I'm pretty sure that's what it was too," Brittany assures her.
"Then why did she push me away when I tried to kiss her?" Rachel says with her voice finally breaking.
"Rach, there could be any number of reasons why she didn't let you kiss her," Brittany explains. "Did she say anything after she wouldn't kiss you?"
"Uh...um…I'm no-not sure," Rachel hiccups. "I was so embarrassed that I just saw red and shouted something at her and wanted to get away from her as soon as possible."
"Rachel, you're not thinking clearly right now," Brittany highlights. "Maybe you should wait for Quinn to come back and you could talk things out?"
"No, you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna go find that girl I was dancing with before, I bet she wants to kiss me!" Rachel yells.
"You're going to what?" Quinn asks in shock as she and Santana arrive back from the bar.
"You heard me right, Quinnie," Rachel says harshly. "I'm gonna go find that girl and I'm going to kiss her."
"Like hell you are," Quinn retorts. "You are going to come with me right now so we can talk."
Quinn grabs Rachel's hand and tries to drag her away. Rachel resists but when Quinn looks back with her she can't say no to the tortured look in her eyes and she gives in letting Quinn lead her away.
"Should we follow them?" Santana asks Brittany.
"They're probably going to the lounge to hash things out," Brittany says confidently. "I say we dance to a couple more songs and then we follow them up."
…
Quinn shuts the door to their lounge behind them. Rachel immediately heads over to the bar and picks up one of the bottles she had left out earlier. She takes a long swig of whatever it is and looks at Quinn defiantly. Quinn sighs and puts her head in her hands before slowly making her way over to Rachel.
She steps to her slowly and puts her hand over Rachel's that is wrapped around the neck of the bottle. Together they lower it to their sides.
Rachel looks at Quinn with tears in her eyes.
"Quinn you can't have it both ways," Rachel utters. "You can't keep me from other women because you like me and then not act on your feelings. It isn't fair."
"I know it isn't," Quinn admits.
"Then why didn't you kiss me back when I tried to kiss you?"
"If you would have let me explain you would know," Quinn rebuttals.
"Quinn, you had just rejected me for about the millionth time, I'm sorry if I wasn't exactly responsive to your explanations!"
"I know it was tactless I just didn't know what else to do!" Quinn exclaims.
"What do you mean you didn't know what to do? You should have just kissed me!"
"We're drunk!" Quinn shouts at Rachel by way of an explanation.
Rachel visibly shrinks in on herself and looks at Quinn softly.
"I just…I didn't want either of us to regret it tomorrow," Quinn sighs.
"Quinn, no first kiss is perfect, so what if we've had a few drinks? We were dancing and laughing and being close. It would have been spontaneous and fun and we've so rarely been around each other like that that I thought it was the perfect moment to kiss you."
Rachel puts down the bottle of liquor and cups Quinn's face in her hands.
"I'm sorry if I made you think that it would be just a drunken kiss but I know that every kiss that I could ever have with you would be special. But you're right," Rachel says as she takes a step back, "we should wait."
Rachel looks up at Quinn who is shaking her head. Rachel looks at her in confusion before Quinn hastily steps right up to her and pulls her into her body before bringing their lips together. Rachel clutches at Quinn's back and Quinn moves one hand into Rachel's hair as they steal kiss after kiss from each other.
They break apart and lean their foreheads together to catch their breath. Quinn goes to capture Rachel's lips again but she pulls back and looks around in alarm.
"Raaaaach," Quinn drawls as she goes to follow Rachel's lips but Rachel completely steps out of her arms.
"No, Quinn, I saw something," Rachel says worriedly.
"What?" Quinn says in alarm as she stands up straight and looks around. "What did you see?"
"I think…it was a camera flash," Rachel hesitates.
"Where? There's no one in here?" Quinn asks looking around.
"It came from over by the bar," Rachel says pointing.
Quinn strides over and looks behind the bar.
"Rachel, there's no one here," Quinn says doubtfully.
"No, I meant the mirror."
Quinn turns and looks at the mirror behind the bar. She leans close to it to try and see through.
"This better not be what I think it is," she says in realisation.
"What is it?" Rachel asks.
"A two-way mirror," Quinn states.
The door to the lounge opens and they turn to see a young man in a sharp suit stride in and close the door.
"Hello Quinn," he says smoothly. "I think we need to talk."
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Oooh a little bit of a cliff hanger! Who do we think it is? :P Hope you enjoyed :)
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