Not Like I Think About You Constantly
By: Tracy Cook
Disclaimer: I do not own anything; these characters belong to the creators of Glee, One Tree Hill, and The Vampire Diaries.
Authors Note: This is an AU fic that focuses around Glee/OTH/Vampire Diaries. There will be NO VAMPIRES and characters may be slightly OOC, but I will try and keep them in character.
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel, Brooke/Haley, and Caroline/Rebekah.
Rating: M
Chapter Six
Truth or Dare?
Quinn was astonished how much she allowed Rachel's words to effect her actions.
She had told herself that she wasn't going to join the glee club, no matter what, even if it meant that she would be off the cheer squad. Yet, here she was getting ready to head over to Rachel's house with her best friends. And her heart was racing rapidly in her chest at the thought of being in the diva's house. Her words replaying in her mind over and over again.
'You are afraid to allow yourself to be happy and I find that devastating, because I wish for nothing more than for you to be happy.'
Her words were accurate.
She was terrified to allow herself to be happy. Because, the things that would make her happy were not acceptable.
"I can't believe that I agreed to go over to Berry's house and work on our glee assignment." Quinn muttered as she sat on the edge of Brooke's bed and watched as the other woman straightened her hair. She was putting a lot of effort into looking cute this evening. More effort than she would expect. 'I wonder why she is getting all dressed up?'
Brooke smiled. Her heart was racing at the thought of seeing Haley again. She could not wait to see her again. There was something about being around the tutor that made her feel happier than she had in a long time. Along with this, she had always loved feeling like she was part of something. That was why she liked cheer leading so much.
"Why are you smiling so much? You aren't actually looking forward to going over there, are you?" She raised a brow at her friend, before looking to Caroline who was wearing an equally confused look on her face.
"Yeah, I guess." Brooke shrugged her shoulders. "I think it could be kinda fun."
"You don't even like singing, Brooke. What is going on with you lately? Is this about Rachel? Are you guys like friends now, is that why you defended her the other day?" Her body tensed at the thought of Rachel becoming friends with one of her best friends. She absolutely despised the idea of it.
"No, it's not about Rachel." Brooke set down the straightener and turned it off. Walking toward Quinn, she crossed her arms over her chest and stared down at the other woman. "But, I'm pretty sure that Rachel is the reason that you don't want to go. Look, I don't know why you hate the poor girl, Quinn, but I just think this thing will be fun. That's all." 'And I am also really excited to see tutor girl's cute face again! God, I can't wait!'
"Right." She stretched the word, not believing her friend. She had been acting strange for a while now.
Caroline had mixed feelings on the get together. She was not necessarily excited, but in a way she was. She was excited to be in the same room as Rebekah again.
She missed her.
It didn't make any sense to her why she would miss someone teasing her on a daily basis, she just did. Caroline missed seeing her beautiful smile and hearing her accented voice, and this would be an opportunity to spend more time with her. Also, she really enjoyed singing. It was a passion and talent that she had never put much effort into before, but she knew that she had a decent voice.
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Rachel rushed around the basement setting up for the gathering that would be held at her house that evening. Honestly, she was terrified that no one would show. But, she was hoping that her conversation with Quinn in the hallway helped in chipping away at the wall that she built around herself, and that she would decide to show up.
She had told her dads to leave the house and informed them that there would not be any parties held in their basement, it was just a group of kids coming over to work on their glee assignment. They had reluctantly agreed to leave. Both of them were very overprotective of their daughter.
Rachel had set out binders filled with songs on every table downstairs. So that people could look through them whilst choosing the song that they were going to perform. The microphone was set up on her private stage that she used for practicing her vocal range. Decorations hung from the ceiling and snacks and drinks littered the tables. She wanted everything to be perfect for when Quinn and her friends arrived.
"I can't believe your plan actually worked." Haley stated as she brought out another tray of snacks, setting them down on the table.
"Truthfully, I am having a difficult time believing that my plan worked as well. It seems to have worked out almost too perfectly. Not only do we now have enough members to take the New Directions to Nations, but I also have been given the opportunity to win Quinn Fabray over with my singing." Rachel paused as she helped Haley finish placing the snacks on the table. "It is a shame that Mr. Schue did not allow Kurt to join the girls' group for the competition, he seemed rather upset."
"Yeah, I know." She responded simply as she finished straightening out the last tray of snacks. Haley was caught between feeling excited for Rachel and terrified for her.
Rachel Berry was a dreamer and on many occasions she got in over her head chasing after those dreams. It was admirable. Especially to Haley who spent a lot of time hiding from her true potential. She worried, because she did not wish to see her best friend get crushed by her own high expectations. Sometimes Rachel thought that she could get anything that she set her mind to, and that wasn't always the case.
Life wasn't always that straightforward and simple.
The doorbell rang, startling both women. Haley watched as Rachel's head snapped to the stairs and her brown eyes widened with excitement. She sort of reminded her of a dog waiting for her owner to get home, it was cute. Her smile spread across her face as she turned and looked at Haley. "They actually made it!"
Laughing, she took a seat on one of the couches and watched as Rachel rushed up the stairs to answer the door.
As she opened the door, the starlet's smile intensified. Standing on the other side of the door was Quinn Fabray, Brooke Davis, and Caroline Forbes. Three women that she would have never expected to come over to her house. She had imagined what it would be like, but had never believed it to be a fathomable thought.
"Hello. Welcome to my house, please do come inside." Rachel said with a smile as she opened the door wider allowing them to walk inside. At the top of the stairs was a painting of her that all three of them noticed. The cheerleaders followed Rachel down the stairs toward her basement, looking around. "Make yourselves at home. Haley and I made snacks, feel free to eat if you wish."
"Thank you." Quinn muttered out as she walked past the diva, not offering her much acknowledgement.
It was still more than she was used to though.
The starlet felt like she was going to start hyperventilating she was so anxious. She had never felt so worried in her entire life. And she had performed in front of thousands of people before. None of that compared to a night at her house with Quinn Fabray. 'I hope that she will enjoy herself... Maybe even want to come back over some time... perhaps there could be some cuddling even... Okay, calm down Rachel, you are getting ahead of yourself.'
Brooke found herself distracted by Haley who was sitting on one of the couches with her legs crossed and propped up on the coffee table. She was eating some french-fries, and had yet to say hi to anyone. She walked toward the tutor and took a seat next to her on the couch, crossing her legs and placing her hands over her knees, she glanced over at her. "Hey there tutor girl."
Haley turned and caught hazel eyes with brown, smiling. She really enjoyed being in her company as of late. It was her favorite part of the day, even if it was her least productive as well. "Hey, Brooke."
The interaction did not go unnoticed by Quinn who was chewing on her cheeks and squinting at the two of them from the couch across the room.
Rachel moved to the center of the room, clapping her hands together and smiling brightly. "Alright everyone! Please proceed to go through the song binders that I have put together for the evening. Each of you are to choose a song to perform in front of everyone in order to test our voices before attempting to mesh them together and win this competition!"
Brooke raised her hand.
"Yes, Brooke?"
"What if I can't sing?"
"Everyone is capable of singing." Rachel stated pointedly.
"Okay, you're right, I can sing. But like what if I really really suck at it?"
"Mr. Schue said that everyone has to sing at least once in the song. Could you at least give it a try?" She asked, her eyebrows knit together and her eyes pleading with the other woman.
Brooke's lips parted and she stared at Rachel with a horrified expression. She knew that she could not sing. When she was younger she would always dance around to the Spice Girls with Caroline and Quinn, and they would get the good parts and leave her singing Posh's parts. Which was fine, because she was far more stylish and she was super-hot, just like Brooke, but she rarely sang for a reason.
Haley reached over and picked up one of the binders before nudging Brooke's side. The cheerleader turned to look at her, still wearing a horrified look on her face.
"Here, we can sing a song together. It might help ease both of our nervousness."
A dimpled smile crept onto her face as Haley suggested they sing their song together. She hated singing, she really did, but if it meant that she got to be closer to the other woman then she hated singing just a little less. Still, she was shocked to hear that Haley was nervous about singing; she had been in the glee club for as long as Brooke could remember. 'How can she be in the glee club and be scared of singing?'
"Yeah, I would like that. But, why are you nervous?" She asked with a raised brow.
"I don't really like singing in front of people. I get really bad stage fright." She admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and blushing softly.
'God, she is the freakin' cutest thing on the planet…' "But you're in glee club." Brooke pointed out.
Haley laughed and nodded her head. "Yeah, I know. Lucky for me we haven't had enough people in the club to enlist in any competitions so far. Because, I think that I would pass out or forget the words or something if I had to get on that stage in front of hundreds of people." She admitted.
"God, you are seriously adorable." Brooke stated with a grin. "But, I bet you're great and you have nothing to worry about, unlike me."
The tutor was blushing brightly at the compliment. It was not often that she was called cute. In fact she could not recall the last time that someone called her cute. She kept trying to remind herself that this was Brooke Davis and that she said stuff like that all the time. 'It probably didn't even mean anything to her… stop overanalyzing things…'
Across the room, Quinn watched the interaction closely. She was not impressed. 'So now she is suddenly excited to sing, just because Haley offered to sing with her? What is going on between the two of them?' She felt angry, but also she felt oddly jealous of their blossoming relationship. She cast her hazel eyes to Rachel Berry who was attending to the guests and anxiously refilling the snack plates. She wished that she could be that close to her, but she knew that she was not capable of that. Not with her feelings. 'I would love to do a duet with her… No. That could never happen.'
The doorbell rang again and Quinn's eyes followed the petite diva as she hurried up the stairs to answer the door. She could not help but allow her eyes to travel over the length of her long exposed legs. They were deliciously long for a woman of Rachel's height. 'I would love to run my fingers up those long legs and under that skirt and-Stop it! You can't stare at her like that, it is so wrong… This is why I shouldn't have come here.' She forced her gaze away.
Rachel was expecting a group of cheerleaders at the door and was slightly disappointed when she opened the door to find Rebekah standing in front of her, alone.
Regardless, it was one more person who had shown up.
"Don't look too happy to see me, Rachel." Rebekah stated sarcastically as she walked through the door.
Rachel quickly became flustered at this comment and felt guilty. She hadn't meant to make her feel like she wasn't welcome. "I'm sorry for my look of disappointment, I had expected more people to show up this evening. I am very pleased that you could make it."
"I was only teasing." She grinned. "I apologize for being late. I had some matters I needed to attend to." The blonde said with a smile as she walked down the stairs. She had spent some time internally debating on if she was going to show up or not, she sort of wanted to continue to torment Caroline with the silent treatment. But, she missed her too much to do that.
Strutting into the basement she immediately caught Caroline's blue eyes with her own and her smile twisted into a devious smirk.
Caroline had noticed her right away. Her eyes were glued to the gorgeous woman, looking over her attire. Enjoying the way that her clothing fit perfectly to her body, and her tight jeans accentuated her perfect legs. 'Okay, stop staring, it's creepy… God, why does she always have to look so pretty? I mean seriously does she always have to look like a freaking runway model?! I hate her so much…'
Rachel walked up behind Rebekah and informed her, "We were just looking through the binders and choosing songs in order to display our singing abilities for the group. So, please do make yourself comfortable and find a song that you would like to sing."
She nodded her head and walked toward the couch, taking a seat beside Caroline. This shocked the other woman who had been expecting to be ignored the entire night.
"Hello, Caroline."
Caroline crossed her arms over her stomach and rolled her eyes angrily to Rebekah. "You're paying attention to me again?"
The British woman intentionally chose not to respond to the question, only fueling the other's obvious frustration. Reaching out she picked up one of the binders and started to sift through it, deliberately licking over her fingertips and noticing that Caroline's eyes watched her tongue closely.
When she was caught staring at Rebekah, a blush covered her pale cheeks and she groaned out in annoyance. "Guess not." She said, reaching across the table and grabbing a binder.
'What is her problem anyway? She ignores me and then she acknowledges me only to ignore me yet again!? It doesn't make any sense…'
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Rachel Berry stood in front of the group of onlookers and she smiled brightly as she announced what song she would be singing. She had of course offered to sing first.
"Hello, I am Rachel Barbra Berry, and I will be singing Girl Next Door by Saving Jane." She knew that they were all well-aware of who she was, but it was proper educate to always introduce yourself before singing in front of an audience.
She had chosen her song for an obvious reason. She had changed a few of the words and taken out a few parts to serve her purposes. Rachel did not wish for Quinn to hate her, just to see how she made her feel.
"Small town homecoming queen,
She's the star in this scene.
There's no way to deny she's lovely.
Perfect skin, perfect hair, perfumed hearts everywhere,
Tell myself that inside she's ugly.
She's the prom queen; I'm in the marching band,
She's the cheerleader, I'm sitting in the stands.
She gets the top bunk, I'm sleeping on the floor,
She's Miss America, and I'm just the girl next door.
I don't know why I'm feeling sorry for myself,
I spend all my time wishing that I was someone else.
She's the prom queen; I'm in the marching band,
She's the cheerleader, I'm sitting in the stands.
I get a little bit, she gets a little more,
She's Miss America, and I'm just the girl next door."
As the music came to an end, she could feel everyone's eyes on her. They all knew who she was singing about, and they were all waiting to see how Quinn would react.
Quinn pursed her lips together and stared at Rachel as she thanked them all for listening. She was angry, but not with Rachel. She was angry at herself for making the beautiful woman feel so worthless. She knew that she was a terrible person and that she deserved to have such a song practically dedicated to her in front of all of her friends. She deserved worse.
The starlet was not timid or shy. For being constantly tormented, she was one of the most confident women that any of them knew, so they were only a little surprised when she walked over and took a seat right next to Quinn. Smiling over at her.
"Did you enjoy my song, Quinn?"
"You sounded lovely." She stated in a monotone voice, not looking at her. She could not face her. Not after what she had just said. Everyone in the room went silent and stared at Quinn for a few minutes, waiting to see what would happen. When nothing did, Rebekah spoke up.
"I have chosen my song and I would like to go next." The blonde Brit stated, standing up and walking toward the stage. She had chosen the song for Caroline. She had to make a few adjustments as far as sex was concerned, but it worked splendidly for how she felt.
Following Rachel's lead, she first introduced herself and the song.
"Rebekah Mikaelson, and I shall be singing Don't Think Of Me by Dido."
"So you're with him, and not with me,
I hope he's sweet, sweet as can be.
I hear he cooks delightfully,
A little angel beside you.
So you're with him, and not with me,
Oh how lucky, one girl can be,
I hear your house, is small and clean.
Oh how lovely, my homecoming queen,
Oh how lovely, it must be.
When you see his sweet smile, baby, don't think of me.
When he lays in your warm arms, don't think of me.
So you're with him, and not with me,
I know he spreads sweet honey.
In fact your best friend, I heard she spent last night with him,
Now how do you feel?
And it's too late, and it's too bad.
Don't think of me.
Oh it's too late, and it's too bad.
Don't think of me.
Does it bother you now, all the mess I made,
Does it bother you now all the angry games we played?
Does it bother you now when I'm not there?"
Caroline's body was tense throughout the entirety of the performance, and not only because Rebekah's accented voice sounded gorgeous. She could tell that the song was directed at her and she did not know how she felt about that. Was Rebekah saying that she wanted to be with her? That she should leave Tyler? That if she doesn't leave Tyler she will lose her forever?
Why did the thought of losing her forever bother her so much?
Rebekah thanked everyone for listening and Rachel clapped loudly, telling her that she had a wonderful voice and making a few comments on the flaws in her performance.
Returning to the couch she took her seat beside Caroline and felt the other woman tense up beside her, it caused her to grin. She knew that her song had affected her. That was what she had been hoping for. To get into Caroline's head and show her that she had romantic intentions, that she did not need Tyler to be happy.
Caroline lifted her chin and let out an annoyed sound when Rebekah did not even look at her. "I'll sing next!" She announced, standing to her feet and heading toward the stage. She had the perfect song, it applied to Tyler and how she felt about him over all of the years. It would show Rebekah who she had chosen and to back off.
She did not introduce the song, she was too upset.
"Like a splinter in my thumb, you're not going anywhere,
Not like I care 'cause I have got used to it,
Refuse to quit.
You're like the label in my shirt that keeps scratching at my back,
Then I forget 'cause I've grown immune to it,
Go figure it.
Knew you were trouble back then, but that's what turned me on, It's all wrong."
Caroline caught Rebekah's blue eyes across the room and she nearly forgot the next line of the song when she realized how the song could be interpreted. 'Oh god… no, she totally thinks this is about her… is it?! What no! It's about Tyler…'
"Suitcase, some baggage in her head she screams out, yes and it's crazy beautiful,
Crazy beautiful.
Tattooed, lying on the bed, Don't,
Regret smashing her fist into the wall.
Crazy beautiful, she's worth it all."
'Why didn't I change the sex like Rebekah did…? I could have said he's worth it all… great! Now they all think I'm singing to her!'
"She leaves the ashtray on the bed; don't censor any thoughts inside her head,
She just has to get them out,
Can't shut her mouth.
She's like a song that's in my brain, but every other lyric says my name,
And I just can't turn it off,
Can't get enough.
Sometimes something that is not perfect ends up being what you want,
Sometimes she lets me into places where her demons come to haunt.
She's like an angel that's corrupted, and I'm hanging on to her."
As the song came to an end, Caroline could not look up at the others in the room. She was so embarrassed by what they probably thought. Her face covered in a deep red blush as she walked off the stage. Rachel told her the pros and cons of her voice like she had done with Rebekah, but Caroline could not hear her as she returned to her seat on the couch.
Rebekah smirked and looked over at her. "Lovely choice, dear."
"Oh shut up, it wasn't what it sounded like."
"Sure it wasn't."
"My name is Quinn Fabray, and I will be singing Last Time by Dry Cell." The blonde stated, interrupting Rebekah and Caroline's conversation. She had snuck onto the stage when everyone was talking and Rachel was rating the previous performance. She did not want to be noticed.
The music started playing and she closed her hazel eyes, calming her breathing and focusing on the song and not the eyes watching her. Particularly one set of eyes.
"They say it's true. Something's not right.
They laugh at you, hurting all the time and you just don't know why.
Destined to lose, It's not right,
What can you do?
All you do is fight and you lose your insides.
It's alright, It's okay,
Never far away.
It's so real, it's so right,
This is the last time.
Who made this true? It's not right.
You'll make it through,
Hurting all the time and you just don't know why.
They don't know you, not inside.
They have issues, fighting all the time makes them lose their insides.
It's alright, it's okay, never far away.
It's so real, it's so right,
This is the last time.
This is the last time.
So sleep as you lay, forget about the world,
You'll be okay."
Quinn finished singing and she forced back the tears that threatened to escape her eyes, she had already shown enough vulnerability in choosing that song to sing. It revealed a lot about herself and what she really felt, more than she was comfortable with sharing. Forcing a smile on her lips she thanked them and walked off the stage.
Rachel had no negative criticism.
'Or maybe she is just scared to…'
Brooke looked around the room, feigning ignorance as she asked, "whose next?"
Haley smiled and stared at her with disbelieving eyes. She knew that the other woman did not wish to sing in front of everyone, but this was being ridiculous. "It's our turn, come on." She stood up and headed up to the stage. She had stage fright, but it was easier to not be scared when you were being brave for someone else. Brooke looked mortified as she stood on the stage.
"Haley, I don't think I can do this." She pleaded.
"Yes, you can." Haley encouraged. "Trust me, we can do this together."
Brooke's heart leapt in her chest hearing this and her body filled with warmth as she smiled brightly. "Yeah, you're so right. I'm Brooke Davis, I can do anything. I'll make singing my bitch!" She said excitedly, but deep down she was still nervous as all hell and wishing that there was some alcohol involved.
The music started playing and Brooke's heart started racing as she stared down at the lyrics.
Haley smiled over at Brooke and told her to just focus on her, before she started singing. The cheerleader had been right, she had a beautiful voice.
"I never promised you a ray of light.
I never promised there'd be sunshine every day.
I give you everything I have, the good the bad.
Why do you put me on a pedestal?
I'm so up high that I can't see the ground below.
So help me down, you've got it wrong, I don't belong here."
Brooke joined in at the chorus, singing with Haley. Her voice was no match for the tutor's, but she tried. Despite the way that it cracked due to being naturally raspy, it did not sound terrible.
"One thing is clear, I wear a halo, I wear a halo when you look at me,
But standing from here, you wouldn't say so, you wouldn't say so if you were me,
And I, I just wanna love you, Oh oh I, I just wanna love you."
Brooke's heart was pounding loudly in her ears as she started her verse.
"I always said that I would make mistakes.
I'm only human and that's my saving grace.
I fall as hard as I try, so don't be blinded.
See me as I really am, I have flaws and sometimes I even sin.
So, pull me from that pedestal, I don't belong there.
One thing is clear, I wear a halo, I wear a halo when you look at me,
But standing from here, you wouldn't say so, you wouldn't say so if you were me,
And I, I just wanna love you, Oh oh I, I just wanna love you."
As the song came to an end, Haley found herself staring into Brooke's hazel eyes as she sang the last 'love you'. She knew that she was blushing at how intimate the moment was and surprisingly Brooke was blushing as well. It was a rare sight. She did not know what to say or if she should look away, and luckily she did not have to make the decision as the doorbell rang and both women jumped, screaming out in surprise.
Haley and Brooke started laughing uncomfortably as they returned to their couch and waited for Rachel to come back from letting in whoever had shown up.
"You guys ready to party!?" Could be heard upstairs. Brooke recognized the voice and groaned out, it was Santana Lopez. One of the cheerleaders on their squad and as the Latina walked down the stairs; she realized that she was followed by Brittany and Bevin. They were carrying alcohol and Rachel looked absolutely mortified.
"I refuse to allow you to throw a party in my house. I told my dads that there would be no partying while they were gone, and I would appreciate it if you would respect my wishes, Santana."
"Oh, calm your tits Berry. It's just a little alcohol, we'll work on the stupid singing thing too."
"The stupid singing thing?" Rachel asked, her eyebrows knit together and her full lips parted. She could not believe how nonchalant the cheerleader was being. She wanted to win the competition against the boys. "It is not simply a "stupid singing thing," it is a competition and we were just preparing to work on our number, we do not need alcohol—"
"—Oh, lighten up Berry." A familiar voice stated behind her.
Rachel turned to stare at Quinn with a hurt expression on her face. "But, Quinn—"
"—Look, we got a lot done. Why not have a little fun before we continue to work? You do know how to have fun, right?"
"Of course I do!" She stated adamantly.
"Good."
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Haley found herself watching Rachel, who was drinking, and Brooke, who had yet to drink, closely throughout the party. She needed to make sure that her best friend was safe, and she was curious as to why Brooke was not drinking. She worried that she was changing because of her, and she didn't want that.
Caroline took another drink of her alcohol before looking over at Brooke who hadn't drank anything yet. It was strange to see her sober at a party. Pouring her friend a drink she headed over to the couch and took a seat next to her.
"You want something to drink, B. Davis?" She slurred drunkenly as she held up one of the cups to her.
Brooke looked over at Caroline and flashed her a grateful dimpled smile before shaking her head. She could not drink in front of Haley, and honestly she didn't really feel like drinking. She wanted to remember tonight. She wanted to remember every moment that she spent with Haley.
"I'm not drinking tonight."
Everyone that was seated near them looked up shocked. None of them expected Brooke Davis, the queen of getting drunk at high school parties, to turn down a drink. She could feel all of their judgmental eyes on her and it sort of upset her. Did they not think she could go to a party and not drink? Was that all that she was to them?
"Seriously?" Caroline wondered. She couldn't remember the last party they attended where Brooke wasn't drunk.
"Yeah."
"This is a new attitude. Since when don't you drink at parties?"
'Since I found a reason to care about myself…' She thought to herself with a smile, before answering the intoxicated blonde. "I'm just not in the mood."
"I could use a drink, lover." Rebekah said beside her. Caroline jumped a little, before turning quickly and nearly spilling the drink all over the beautiful woman. She had not even noticed her sit down beside her.
"Okay, here ya go." She smiled and rested her head against the other woman's shoulder. She was lost in a drunken haze and no longer knew what she was doing. She only knew that she wanted to be closer to her and the warmth of her body felt really nice. "Mmm..."
Rebekah returned the smile and took the drink from her, trying to not allow the contact and the short moan to cause her body to ache with need.
"Why do you always call me lover?" Caroline slurred.
"It is merely a term of endearment."
"So, it's not because you like totally want to fuck me?" She couldn't seem to filter herself as she spoke. That was one thing that she hated about alcohol. It always made her say and do stupid things that she would regret later. But, right now, she desperately wanted to know if Rebekah wanted to fuck her senseless. There was a large part of her that wanted her to say she wanted to.
"Oh, I totally want to fuck you senseless." She used Caroline's words to describe it and grinned as the other woman's eyes widened in shock. "But, no that is not my intention for using that term."
"I see." She coughed. She didn't really know what to say to that. Once again she couldn't tell if Rebekah was being serious or sarcastic. 'She's got to be joking right? Yeah... She doesn't want to have sex with you, and you don't want that anyway! You have Tyler.' Still, her body was telling her otherwise. Her clit was throbbing with need and she could feel her arousal between her thighs.
Brooke looked back over at Haley and she could tell that the tutor had something on her mind that was bothering her. "What's wrong?" She asked.
"I just am a little worried that I am the reason you aren't drinking. You know, you can if you want Brooke. I want you to enjoy yourself."
"I know, I just really don't want to tonight, Hales." The use of her nickname caused Haley's smile to widen and a blush to paint her cheeks.
"Are you sure?" Haley furrowed her brow worriedly. She wanted Brooke to stop drinking and realize her self worth, but she didn't want her to pretend to be something that she wasn't only to appease her.
"I'm sure. I want to remember tonight."
Across the room, Rachel was downing another shot of alcohol.
She had never been drunk before and the feeling was a bit overwhelming. She felt like she no longer had control over her mind or her actions, she couldn't even walk in a straight line. But, it was sort of freeing for her. Rachel Berry was a control freak. She always did everything in a certain order to the point of borderline OCD, and for once she was feeling like she didn't have a care in the world.
Well, that was a lie.
She still had one care in the world. That was Quinn Fabray.
She had been watching the blonde for the duration of the evening and trying her hardest to get her attention, but as of yet she hadn't succeeded.
Rachel stumbled into the center of the room with a drunken grin on her face, she was extremely intoxicated. Quinn watched her closely with worried hazel eyes. If she had known that Rachel was such a clingy, outgoing, and dangerous drunk then she would have never encouraged her to drink and have some fun. She was starting to regret it, and her regret only deepened as she heard what the diva shouted.
"Who wants to play truth or dare!?"
The room cheered in agreement. All except for Quinn whose stomach twisted in knots. That was not a game that she wanted to play. She had far too many secrets bottled up.
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The group of girls sat around in a circle in the center of the basement room. Rachel Berry was far more excited than anyone else. Although, Rebekah was a bit excited for the chance to embarrass Caroline. It would be fun. That was always fun.
Rachel looked around the room and she smiled and pointed across the circle at the blonde British woman. "Okay, I'll start with you! Truth or Dare Rebekah?"
Rebekah raised a brow at the intoxicated starlet and shrugged her shoulders, not knowing what to expect and being first, she was not daring enough to choose dare. "Truth."
"Hmm…" She seemed to think about it harder than necessary, which Quinn found oddly cute. Her large brown eyes widened as she reached a revelation and knew what she wanted to ask the beautiful woman. "Okay, if you could kiss anyone in this room, who would it be?"
"Caroline." Rebekah did not even flinch as she admitted it. If the other women did not already know that would be her answer, they were dense. She watched as Caroline's face filled with a dark shade of red and she looked down at her hands, suddenly finding them very interesting. It was adorable. Rachel actually did look shocked by the answer, but she was too drunk to really react and within minutes she was laughing and looking between the two women amused.
"Care to ask a less obvious question next time around, Rachel?"
Rachel looked hurt by the question, but nodded her head.
Rebekah then turned her attention to Caroline and smirked. "Caroline." She caused the other blonde to look up at her with a terrified expression. Her eyes were wide and the blush was still evident on her skin. She looked like a deer caught in headlights. "Truth or dare?"
She furrowed her brows together and tried to decide between the two evils. Finally, she decided on, "Truth." It seemed safer.
It wasn't safer.
"If you could go out on a date with anyone in this room, who would it be?" Rebekah knew that the question was similar to the one that she had been asked, but she was curious what Caroline's answer would be. She could take the easy way out and choose anyone else, or she could admit that she had feelings for her and choose her.
"Oh come on! I don't want to answer that! We're all girls, and besides, I already have a boyfriend." Caroline rambled defensively. She really did not wish to answer because she already knew the answer and it was embarrassing.
"Then your answer is irrelevant. It isn't like you plan on actually dating whomever you choose, so why not tell us?"
"Fine." She growled out, wobbling drunkenly as she stared down at her hands. She really did not want to answer, but it was part of the game and she knew that there were repercussions to backing down. Plus, Rebekah was right. She had a boyfriend and they were all girls, so no matter what she said, it didn't matter. It didn't mean that she really wanted to date them.
"Your answer, dear?"
Caroline chewed on her cheeks in frustration before saying, "You."
"I beg your pardon, what did you say? I couldn't quite here you." Rebekah teased her, knowing exactly what she had said. Her heart was racing knowing that Caroline had chosen her, but she was not going to show her excitement.
"You heard me, don't you dare make me say it again."
She had really wanted to make her say it again, and explain her reasoning, but it was no longer her turn and she accepted that. "Alright, fair enough. Your turn."
"Mmkay." Caroline smiled as she looked around the room. "Brooke. Truth or dare?"
Usually, she would say dare, but with Haley watching she didn't want to do anything to make a complete fool of herself. She knew that the other woman had told her to just be herself, but ever since she had come into her life she didn't know who she was. If she was that person, or that was just who she pretended to be to ignore the pain. "Truth."
She momentarily looked shocked. In the past Brooke was always the one to say dare first. But, then she thought of a question and grinned. "If you were a guy for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?"
Brooke smirked. "Well, I would look super-hot, I would have a six-pack, tan skin, and a beard, and I would be totally bad-ass with like a motor cycle. And honestly, I would probably spend the whole day banging chicks." Of course, you could not erase everything that was Brooke Davis overnight, and she regretted these words right after they came out of her mouth. Looking over at Haley, she could see that she did not like the answer.
Haley looked completely upset and perhaps a little jealous.
"Sorry."
"It's fine Brooke." 'I told you to be yourself…..'
Her hazel eyes held uncertainty, but she returned to the game. She could not change what she had already said. Looking over at Quinn, she asked, "Truth or Dare?"
"Truth." Quinn always said truth.
"What is your guilty pleasure?" Brooke waggled her eyebrows suggestively, despite knowing that Quinn had not really slept with anyone. Her answer was probably not going to have anything to do with sex.
"Eating ice cream, and listening to sad music while I watch Spanish soap operas" She admitted. It was a little bit embarrassing for her. She did not like to show that she was human and vulnerable just like every other woman. Especially not in front of Rachel Berry. No matter how intoxicated the other girl was.
"Lame."
Quinn rolled her eyes at Brooke and then turned her attention to Caroline. She knew that they were avoiding the people who were not in their tight circle of friends, and that none of them had dared to accept dare, but she was still enjoying the game so far. "What TV show are you embarrassed about watching?" She played off of her guilty pleasure.
Caroline wasn't easily embarrassed by such things. She loved Twilight and all sorts of things that were often ridiculed. "I watch a lot of Disney shows that I don't really admit to liking. My favorite right now is Sonny With A Chance." She was too drunk to be embarrassed by such a simple truth.
Caroline turned her attention back to Rebekah. It was time to make her pay for the last question she asked her. "Rebekah. Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
'Yes, now I can beat her at her own game!' "What was the last lie that you told?"
Rebekah stared across the circle directly into Caroline's blue eyes, capturing them and holding her gaze intensely. She smirked before answering. "I told someone that they do not consume my thoughts, when in actuality, they are all that consumes them."
Somehow, Rebekah had turned it around so that her answer had caused more of a reaction in the other blonde. Her pink lips parted and her blue eyes widened as she replayed what she had said in her mind over and over. 'Is she talking about me… When she told me that I don't consume her thoughts…? Who else would she be talking about Caroline! Oh god… she's admitting she thinks about me a lot…'
When Caroline did not say anything, Rebekah took that as her cue to continue on with the game.
"Caroline. Truth or dare?" The British woman could tell that the other contestants were growing impatient and annoyed with their back and forth questions, but she did not care. She wanted to continue tormenting and teasing Caroline. She was the only reason that she had come to the party anyhow. 'May as well enjoy it.'
"Truth…" She whispered out uncertainly when she found her voice.
"Did you enjoy shagging Tyler after the dance the other evening?"
Caroline's heart nearly leapt out of her chest at the question. She almost couldn't believe that she had asked such a personal thing. With a look around at the others in the circle she could tell that they were just as shocked. Staring back to Rebekah she saw that she was wearing a smirk and waiting for the answer. How could she answer that? Should she lie, or should she tell her the truth?
"I—um…I—yeah, I mean—yeah." Her voice was unconvincing and even if she had said yes, Rebekah had her answer.
"Very well. It is your turn, love."
Caroline swallowed hard as she tried to calm her racing heartbeat, looking around she decided to call on someone who hadn't been called on. "Rachel, truth or dare?"
Rachel was so excited to finally have a turn that she decided to be daring. It may have been the alcohol in her system, but she wanted to do something more exciting than answering questions. "Dare!"
"I dare you to use a really sexy voice in order to tell someone in this room something that really turns you off."
A devious smirk formed on her full lips as she crawled across the center of the circle toward Quinn. Her hazel eyes were wide and she attempted to back away, but it was too late. Rachel was too fast, and within seconds she had her hand buried in her blonde hair and her lips practically pressed against her ear as she spoke in an extremely deep and sexual voice. The sound of her using such a seductive tone of voice caused Quinn's body to quake and fill with warmth, and her eyes darkening with desire.
"My biggest turn off, Quinn…" The way that Rachel said her name caused her to let out a soft whimper. It was embarrassing and degrading and she hoped that no one else heard her and that Rachel would forget by morning. 'Her breath feels so good against my ear... and that voice! What even is that voice!? I didn't even know Rachel had a voice that deep and sexy!' "Is when I can't get you to pay attention to me. I love it when you pay attention to me."
The words mixed with the voice that she was using caused Quinn to shudder and her heart to skip. 'My lord… please forgive me for the things that this woman does to me…'
Rachel felt Quinn's body quake as her lips brushed against the sensitive skin of her ear, and so she pushed it a bit further, pressing a light kiss against the skin of her neck. This caused the blonde to let out a soft moan. 'Oh my god, did Quinn Fabray just moan because I kissed her?' She wanted more than anything to press for more contact but she was terrified. Drunk or not, Quinn Fabray was intimidating.
Crawling back across the room she sat down Indian style and looked around the room at all of the players. She realized that Haley had not been asked anything and was trying to hide so that no one would notice her. As always she was attempting to be invisible. "Haley Bob." She used her middle name causing the tutor to blush. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth." She quickly said. There was no way that she was doing a dare.
"Hmm… Okay. What are you most afraid of? And I don't mean like your weird fear of clowns, I mean in life. What are you most afraid of?"
Haley blushed even deeper when her drunken best friend also revealed her fear of clowns. She was suddenly wishing that Brooke Davis was drinking so that she might forget all of these embarrassing things about her. "I guess that I am scared of not being successful in life. Not finding love, or a good career. Never making anything of myself." She admitted.
"Aww… You totally will Haley-bug." Rachel drawled out drunkenly. "Besides me, you're the most talented person that I know."
"Thanks." She stated sarcastically, laughing. Looking around the room, she decided to choose the person that she didn't really know. "Rebekah, truth or dare?"
Rebekah felt like people were calling on her a lot. Aside from Caroline, she presumed that they were doing so in order to not embarrass themselves. If that was Haley's reasoning then she was gravely mistaken. "Truth."
"What is the worst sin that you have committed?"
She was not expecting such a deep question and it actually terrified her. She could not admit that aloud. It was not her place to do so. Chewing on her full bottom lip she furrowed her brow and thought about a way around the question. "I have spent a decade hiding a secret that I should have revealed long ago."
"That's not really an answer." Brooke pointed out.
"Yes, well it is not really my secret to reveal." The way that she said it silenced them all and told them that they probably did not need to, or want to know the secret.
"Haley, truth or dare?" She shot back spitefully, actually more upset with Brooke for telling her that it did not count. But, she knew that it would be better to get back at her through Haley seeing as they were extremely close as of late.
Haley thought about it for a moment and she was scared that Rebekah would ask her something she did not want to answer so she shrugged her shoulders. "Why the hell not? Dare."
The smirk on the blonde Brit's lips told her that she had made a terrible decision. "I dare you to give Brooke a lap dance."
Haley's brown eyes widened as she looked over at the beautiful woman sitting beside her. She had never given anyone a lap dance; she had never even flirted with someone or kissed someone. 'Well besides Brooke…' The thought made her blush even more with embarrassment.
"You don't have to do that." Brooke told her quickly. Despite her body desperately wanting Haley to do so. She knew that it was wrong, but she found herself undeniably attracted to her.
"No, it's fine. A dare is a dare." She said standing to her feet. She was obviously insecure as Brooke stood up and took a seat in one of the many chairs to give her better access. She could tell that Haley was terrified and self-conscious and she just wanted to do something to help. As the tutor got closer, she looked down into Brooke's hazel eyes with worried brown. "Just, please don't make fun of me?"
"Never."
"I've never done this before." Haley muttered out insecurely as she tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled shyly.
"It's fine Hales, just do whatever come naturally." She encouraged with a dimpled grin.
'None of this comes natural… I am not sexy and I don't know what I am doing!' Her mind screamed as she started to move back and forth a bit stiffly, before straddling Brooke's waist and staring down at her as she moved her hips in circles. She knew that it was an awkward lap dance, but Brooke seemed to be enjoying it. Perhaps too much.
Brooke's eyes darkened with pure lust as she stared up at Haley's body, she could feel her heated womanhood pressing against her through her jeans as she rocked her hips. With each movement she had to suppress a moan of pleasure. 'God damn it… this woman is driving me insane…'
Haley rocked against her once more, this time applying pressure to her most intimate of places. Brooke gasped and dug her nails into Haley's hips causing her to let out a soft whimper of pleasure, or maybe pain, as she rested her head against Brooke's shoulder. Her body still moving against her.
"I should probably stop, Brooke." She whispered hotly against her neck, causing her body to shake.
"I don't want you to stop." Brooke admitted in a deep lust-filled voice.
"I need to stop." Haley did not want to do anything that either of them would regret. Being the two sober people at the party, they would have to live with their mistakes in the morning unlike everyone else. She heard Brooke let out a soft whimper of displeasure as she climbed off of her, and she could feel an aching between her thighs. She too had wanted more.
Blushing at the arousal she returned to her seat and sat down, ignoring the looks that everyone was giving her and Brooke.
"It's your turn, Haley." Rachel pointed out. Still shocked by what she had witnessed. Haley, her best friend, the shy innocent woman that she had known all of her life had just given a lap dance to the most promiscuous girl in school. She almost wanted to blame the alcohol for making her see things.
"Right, uh—Brooke, truth or dare?" She didn't dare ask anyone else. The last thing she needed was anyone exacting revenge on her again.
"Truth."
"Uh, I guess, um, who in this room do you think would be a bad date?" It seemed like a safe question that would not further embarrass her.
"I'm sorry, but Quinn." Quinn's eyes hardened as she heard this. "It's nothing personal; I just don't see you really accepting the lesbian thing. And besides, you would definitely not put out." Everyone laughed at this. Everyone aside from Quinn. Even if it was true, it hurt her feelings. In fact it probably hurt her feelings because it was true.
"Rachel, truth or dare."
Once again she chose bravely. She seemed to be one of the only people willing to do so. "Dare!"
Brooke smirked and waggled her eyebrows. If Rebekah could force Haley to give her a lap dance, there was no reason that she couldn't force Rachel and Quinn to get a little closer than they were comfortable with. "I dare you to strip for Quinn." Rachel's eyes widened and she was about to decline the dare, even in her drunken stupor that was too much. "Not all the way or anything. Just down to your panties." She waggled her brow at her.
Rachel shot a look at Quinn. She was willing to do so if the blonde didn't mind. It would be extremely embarrassing in the morning, but right now she really didn't care about that.
All that she could do was give a little nod of approval. It felt like her heart was going to break through her chest and she was finding it difficult to breath. But, she was thankful that that was all that Brooke had dared her to do. She was certain she could handle it. 'At least she doesn't have to give me a lap dance... Although if she did-no!'
The diva stood in front of the group and she started to dance to the music that was playing.
She hadn't even taken anything off and Quinn could already feel her body aching with desire. Just the way that Rachel moved to the music made her body feel like it was on fire.
'It's probably not the dancing... It's probably just the alcohol. That's why it's suddenly so hot in here.'
When Rachel started to disrobe, Quinn knew that she wasn't going to be able to handle it. She was practically in pain because of how aroused she was at the sight of exposed tan skin. She wanted to run her fingers along her toned muscles and run her tongue along her collarbone. She wanted to do so many inappropriate things to her in that moment and the alcohol in her system only allowed her to have one reaction to her feelings, anger.
She was angry with herself for being so attracted to another woman.
"This is so wrong! I-I can't watch this." Quinn blurted out suddenly.
"Quinn it is just a dare."
"I'm done with this game." She said walking toward the other side of the room, she was so angry at her best friend for suggesting something like that. It was disgusting and vile and it caused her body to react in ways that it shouldn't. Sinful ways. Her body was shaking as she stared down at her hands and sent up a prayer to God to forgive her. She hated herself.
"Quinn." A soft voice asked from behind her. Her body tensed. She knew who it was immediately.
"What do you want, Rachel?"
"I just wanted to inform you that I would have never followed through with that dare if you had told me you were uncomfortable. I know that you do not wish for me to be that close to you and I respect that." Rachel whispered out.
"It isn't that I don't wish for you to be that close to me, Rachel." Quinn admitted, giving the starlet just an ounce of hope as her heart leapt and a smile formed on her face. That hope was crushed though as she heard what Quinn said next. "I want to be around you, I just can't stand to be around you."
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Authors Note:
My goodness, that chapter took me nearly seven hours straight to type up! Phew! I have an idea for the next chapter already and I would love to get started on it, but I am going to need some encouraging reviews to get to work on it right away! Please do tell what y'all think. What you want to see, what you think would be interesting, who your favorite pairing is, anything really. I just love hearing from y'all. It keeps me inspired to keep adding chapters really fast!
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-Tracy Cook