Ch3 Precious- Minipop

Blaine and Brittany went wide eye. Their shoulders tensed like a strained pretzel. The smirk on Puck's face grew wider while Rachel's face fell into a frown. Goosebumps ran down her arms. She turns…

All the blood drains from her face. Her eyes widen to the size of comets. A millisecond, dead silence. A second, loss of breath. Two seconds, racing heart. Third…. The pounding in her chest grew louder.

Breathe? Yeah I know how to do that…

(SO DO IT BEFORE I DIE!)

Rachel sucked in a small wisp of air, her eyes focused on the girl before her. She wasn't just any girl. Rachel could sense it. She can't be real… can she? Dark honey blonde hair poked out from all sides, wild and untamed. Her makeup was dark and smoky which illuminated her perfect face. Plump soft pink lips pinched together in a tight line. They look like pillows. Brown eyes greedily travel down the blonde's body. The girl was wearing a tight white tank top that cut off midriff, revealing tan and tone stomach. Over that she wore a small black vest. Gulp. A pair of black skinny jeans strapped to the girl's legs like a second skin. Her jeans were stuffed into a pair of killer boots. Those are so fucking cute…. Rachel shivered. Despite the fact that she was already short, this girl made her feel ten ft tall.

Suddenly something began boring into her face. Brown looked up. Hazel was staring back at her with an intensity that was both deadly and intoxicating. An explosion of heat blew up at the contact. Brown quickly retreated and veered off to the left. Rachel expelled a low shaky breath and balled her fists. It had been a long time since anyone had ever made her feel intimidated. And she did. This girl is completely flawless. Her skin actually fucking glows! (Not really) But really…. The blonde's presence was frightening and powerful.

The blonde raised a questioning brow at the trembling girl and then glanced over at Puck. "Is she deaf or something?" she asked with an irritated tone.

What the fuck did this bitch say? Rachel was pulled out of her stupor. Irritation replaced infatuation. She did not just- The brunette cleared her throat. "I'm not deaf."

The blonde redirected her attention back to the smaller girl. Rachel's stomach started burning underneath the blonde's heavy gaze. "Good to know, now answer my question." she demanded.

Brown eyes narrowed. More irritation. This fucking bitch! The nerve- Rachel could feel her face heating up with warmth. Who the hell does she think she is? SHE- SHE CAN'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!? She bit her bottom lip, trying to reign in her inner HBIC. "And just who exactly do you think you are?" Rachel asked with a heated tone.

Both of the blonde's brows rose, her face morphing from shock to fury. Hazel bored into brown with ferocity. Rachel felt her eyes being stabbed into with a dozen needles. One second, trouble breathing. Four seconds, body shaking. Rachel knew what the blonde was trying to do. And this time she wasn't going to back down. Ten seconds, burning eyes. Fifteen seconds later the blonde tore her eyes away from brown, this time raking up and down the smaller girl's body for the first time. Rachel could feel her gaze everywhere. Hazel left live burning trails. Thank God for this coat…. I'd feel naked without it.

Another second and the blonde has torn her gaze from the brunette and is staring down at the ground. A tight frown stretched across her mouth, her face brightening with a pink hue that reached her cheeks and neck. The blonde was frustrated. It was obvious. Rachel smirked. Hazel looked back up. Mistake. The smirk dropped from Rachel's face as the blonde took a large step toward her. Shit….They were closer, nearly a foot apart. Rachel's chest became erratic with heavy breathing as did the blonde's. Hazel eyes studied up close. Heat…. Too much...The smaller girl was flushing. She was losing.

The blonde licked her lips. "Who I am is of no concern to you. I asked you a question." The taller girl replied, leaning in closer to the brunette. Rachel breathed out heavily. Her face was right there. Eye contact full on. She was struggling, sweating, and shaking all over. The warmth of the other girl's face splashed against her own. She felt inferior. "I expect an answer this time."

"Come on Quinn lay off!" Blaine jumped in.

The blonde didn't even bother to rip her gaze away from the tiny girl. "Stay out of this Blaine. I was not talking to you."

Rachel tried to find her voice. What is talking? "I am responsible for the dent on your car."

Quinn licked her lips once again before quickly putting distance between her and the girl. She could finally breathe again. "Now we're making progress. Now I have another question for you. What on earth possessed you to throw a fucking rock at my car?" she bit out angrily.

Rachel sucked on her lower lip. "Puck almost hit me with your car. I got angry. At the time I didn't know that it was anybody else's car so I threw the rock."

Quinn looked over at Puck with a gleaming eye and pointed a finger at him. "You are fucking dead Puckerman."

Puck smirked and threw his hands in the air for surrender. "Ehh… sorry?"

Quinn growled and angrily sputtered something beneath her breath. Her fists balled tightly along with her shoulders. "You're the reason why she's here isn't it?" she asked.

Puck nodded with a knowing look. He was still smirking. The blonde wanted nothing more than to swipe that shit off his face. She ran a hand through her hair looking everywhere but at the small brunette. Her thoughts were racing a mile per minute. She couldn't think. From the corner of her eye she kept stealing glances at her. Who the fuck is she?

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry about it." Rachel responded after a while.

Hazel looked back at the girl. Damn, so much for not looking at her. (It's not like you were already doing it) Quinn huffed out impatiently. "Don't worry about it, this doesn't concern you. INFACT" she drew her attention back to Puck. "I want you to take her back from wherever it is that you picked her up from."

"What?" Brittany jumped in.

"Excuse me?" Rachel replied, furrowing her brow.

Quinn casted her gaze back to Rachel. "You clearly don't belong anywhere near here. The sooner you realize that the sooner you can get your ass back to whatever fancy neighborhood you're from. This place isn't for people like you."

Without even thinking about it Rachel took a step toward the blonde, invading her personal space. "First off, don't you ever speak to me as if I were a child. I'm anything but. If you have something to say to me SAY it to MY face. Secondly, you don't dictate where I can and cannot go. That is for me to decide NOT you. Don't EVER speak for me again. I speak for myself. Do you understand?"

Quinn clenched her jaw as her eyes gazed down at the smaller girl. She growled lowly before squeezing her hands tighter. "Funny, I hadn't realized you found your tongue while you were busy trembling in your Prada boots." Quinn threw out.

"Don't worry because my tongue will be the least of your worries." Rachel snapped.

That sounded dirty…The blonde felt fire. She had never felt threatened before. And this girl…. "Back off Barbie or I will beat in that pretty little face."

Rachel smirked. The tides were shifting in her favor. She could feel it. Somehow she had gained the upper hand in this game. She wasn't about to back down. "I'd like to see you try." Rachel whispered.

Just then Brittany and Blaine each grabbed a girl and put some distance between them before anything happened. "Q, chill out! Look she didn't mean it. Alright… we both know it. Let's just breathe. Just breathe it out." Blaine huffed into her ear. Quinn's eyes were on fire. That fire being directed at one Rachel Berry. The tension between them ignited. Neither one wanted to back down. Once again hazel eyes worked its way down Rachel's body. Rachel was fully aware this time. Deep down she enthralled in the feeling. A new desire was taking place and a hunger like never before.

"This is soo hot!" Puck whispered to himself.

After a few more heated looks Quinn shrugged out of Blaine's grasp before releasing a shaky breath. "Fuck this. I'm over it. I need a drink." And just like that the blonde took off toward the bar.

Rachel released a breath. Brittany let her go.

"That was fucking tense." Blaine expressed.

"I know! I've never seen her get like that before." Brittany replied with concern.

Puck scoffed before rolling his eyes. "That's because no one has ever stood up to her. And no one has ever questioned her."

Rachel watched as the blonde stood at the end of the bar ordering a drink. In no time the bartender handed her a beer. She gulped it down. After she was done another appeared in front of her. The brunette felt her face flush when hazel looked over. She quickly looked away and brought her attention to the group.

"She's so confusing sometimes." Brittany expresses with a long heavy sigh.

"I'm gonna go check on her." Puck replies with a nod. "The girl is probably having a heart attack or something." As he was about to leave he turns to Rachel and smirks. "By the way, nice job. You handled yourself well."

"Fuck off man. Like you did any better the first time you met her. She made you cry like a little bitch!" Blaine intervened.

Puck sent Blaine a glare. "Can you really blame me?"

They both laughed. Brittany just rolled her eyes and threw an arm around the smaller girl. Once the two boys settled down Puck took off in the direction of the bar. Brown eyes watched as the Mohawk boy took a seat next to blonde and ordered a drink.

"So Rachel what school do you go to?"Blaine asked trying to pull the brunette's attention back.

Rachel once again returned her attention back to the group. "I go to East Chamberlin High." she replied sweetly.

"Oh that fancy rich school?"Brittany asked.

"Yep that's the one." Rachel nodded.

"How do you like it?" Blaine asked with a large smile. "Rich boys, cars, and higher quality classes! Must be fucking bitchin!"

The brunette laughed. "School is school. I can't imagine it would be anything else."

"Well for you maybe… we just go to public school." The boy chuckled.

Rachel stole a few more unsubtle glances over at the bar while chatting with the dark haired boy. Brittany takes notice and smiles internally. She knew it. She felt it just moments ago. Brittany glances over at the bar. The blonde seems to be doing the same only not so obvious. Ohh tonight is going to be sooo much fun!

It gets really obvious after a while that the diva is no longer paying attention to the conversation. Her mind was on the blonde. Plain and simple. I can't believe her…. Who does she think she is? Well I hope after that little spew she gets it through that luscious head of hers that I'm not her bitch. I'm not afraid of her. Well not that much anyway. She's not going to run all over me. She probably does that all the time to people. But not me. Not Rachel Berry. This one is for team berry. Fuck yeah! You know, she's not even THAT intimidating. She's just…. The girl pauses. Quinn tilts her head back with laughter at something Puck has said. She was laughing. Smiling! Rachel zooms in on the action, watching with fascination. Puck wraps an arm around the girl. She leans into him and whispers something in his ear. The boy laughs and takes his arm off the girl. Hazel glances over in their direction. Rachel quickly looks away.

Cat and Mouse

Quinn turns away, taking a long swig from her bottle. She really needs to stop looking over here…. (Maybe you should stop looking back!) At that moment arms wrap around her from behind. She looks up behind her. Adam. The blonde smiles.

"I'm gonna take these back to the guys." Puck states with an awkward tone before grabbing four beers.

Rachel watches Puck return with a few beers, handing one to herself. The girl takes note that Quinn is not with him. She looks back at the bar. She's still there but with another guy. He had a lot of fucking tattoos. Brown eyes continued watching as the guy behind her wrapped his arms around her and whispered something in her ear. The girl smirked and leaned into him. A second later she was laughing again. More whispers were exchanged. Rachel bit her lip. Who the hell is that? Hazel eyes looked back over. This time she was caught. Quinn lifts a questioning brow to the girl. The intensity is too much for the smaller girl. She looks away, her face burning red. Blonde brows narrow as they look away a bit confused. The next time Rachel looks back over she sees the boy and blonde dart for the door hand in hand. A sinking feeling plummets in the girl's stomach. The brunette drinks from her beer.

"Fuck it." She mutters to herself.

Two beers later….

Rachel is feeling the effects of the alcohol. Her head is light, warm, and hazy. The girl breathes out heavily before she thrusts the end of the stick into the white ball. The ball misses its target.

"Ahh fuck!" She whines out loud.

Brittany laughs out loud, her body bending forward as it rattles. Puck chuckles and shakes his head to himself as he silently drinks from his spot at the table. Blaine goes over to Rachel with a grin on his face. "You're getting better! You just need a little more practice." He explains.

"I'm never going to get this." Rachel expresses with frustration.

Blaine gets behind her. "Well… we could try again." The boy's hands reach out from behind her and lightly grab onto her forearms. Rachel feels the heat coming from him. She takes in a breath and lets him guide her. "The key is hitting the ball at the right angle. You've gotta…" His hand moves on top of hers. "Hold it here…" Together they moved the stick.

Rachel looks up. Her face immediately heats up when she sees Quinn standing on the other side of the pool table. Her arms are folded across her chest. She has a stern look on her face. Hazel eyes are burning into her. Quinn clears her throat loudly. Blaine looks up and quickly backs off from the girl.

"I was just showing her how to hit the ball." Blaine replies sheepishly.

Quinn scoffs. "I'm sure you were."

There's a silence. Rachel tightens her grip on the pool stick. Quinn looks at Rachel. She's avoiding her. Quinn doesn't like that. She moves around the table toward the girl. Rachel tenses when she sees the movement from the corner of her eye.

"I need to talk to you. Outside." She ordered.

Quinn didn't leave room for discussion because she was already flying out the door. Rachel looks wearily over at Brittany. The blonde nods. Rachel feels nervous. She hands her stick over to Blaine and quietly makes her way to the door. Palms moisten despite the fact that it's cold outside. The front is completely empty. Rachel stops once she sees Quinn's back. From her spot she sees the blonde's shoulders tense. Quinn turns. Rachel wraps her arms around herself. She feels uncomfortable. Their eyes meet. Rachel looks away cause she can't. Quinn casts her gaze down at the ground. Her lips pinch together.

"I-I'm not really good at this sort of thing." Quinn starts off.

Rachel pulls her gaze up and looks at her questioningly. She doesn't say anything but lets the other girl continue. Quinn struggles with words. Hazel eyes look up at the sky as she releases a low and frustrating sigh. Pale hands find refuge in her back pockets.

"I'm sorry about being such a bitch. I'm usually not like that." She chuckles softly.

Rachel's ears perk up at the sound. It intrigued her. Such a lovely sound. So… precious. Rachel licks her lips and continues staring at the blonde. She hadn't expected an apology from the girl. No one ever apologizes, least of all herself and most certainly not in her world. It took her by surprise. This girl was willing to relinquish her control.

"I tend to bring it out in people." Rachel replies a little flatly.

A smile stretches itself across the blonde's face. Rachel is mesmerized. The smile so captivating and- Her heart started humming. Her whole body was getting warmer. She couldn't help herself because it was too contagious. The corner of her lips turned and before she knew it a big old smile was plastered across her face.

"You know, I do have to admit." Quinn pauses briefly before a light pink hue attaches to her face. "You really took me by surprise. No one…. Well…. It's just been a while since-"she trails off.

"I know exactly what you mean." Rachel finishes.

Silence ensues. Quinn looks off to the far left avoiding eye contact with the brunette. Rachel continues her silent observation, studying everything about her.

"It's getting a little late. You should have Puck drive you home." Quinn states.

The blonde still doesn't meet her eyes. "I don't want to go home right now."

Quinn looks back over. Their eyes meet. "You shouldn't be here."

"Why?"

Quinn looks down at the ground and shuffles her feet. "You're not going to find whatever it is that you're looking for here."

"I'm not looking for anything. I just….. I can't be there anymore."

A heavy sigh comes from Quinn. She pulls her hands from her pockets and rubs the back of her neck. Her shirt raised a little to reveal more stomach. Rachel's eyes quickly avert so that she isn't tempted to look. She fails. She definitely works out.

"Just this one night." Quinn verbalizes.

Rachel nods. "Just tonight." She repeats.

The blonde nods her head. Another smile hits her face. "First things first. I don't want to know anything about you. I know it might sound a little mean or bitchy- but it's for good measure. We don't talk about school, personal life, or anything serious. We're here to have fun. And when the night ends…. That's it. No talking No numbers…. "

Rachel laughs. "I think I get it. But tell me how is that going to work Q-U-I-N-N." the girl points out. "Obviously we are going to learn stuff about each other regardless…"

"Rachel." Quinn cuts off. The brunette blushes. "It will work. That's all you and I will need to know. So stay through the night…. Just tonight."

"Okay."

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