I don't own glee.

Chapter 22:

Hotel rooms

February 15, 2012 (2 AM)

She is sitting on the edge of the bed as she stares at the light that is coming in from the crack of the door. A million of thoughts are racing through her mind. She isn't regretting anything that happened; she is trying to figure some things out.

Alcohol, curiosity, desire? But was it desire? Well desire could be the answer, that would actually make a lot of make sense. But for the sake of her sanity, she has to opinions.

Alcohol and curiosity. Admitting that it was desire could make things complicated. It was just a drunk night.

Quinn is brought out of her thoughts as Santana walks out of the bathroom.

"So? No regrets?"

"No regrets."

She smiles at her weakly, trying to reassure her friend. The last thing she wants now is Santana noticing how confused she is. Just moments ago she was resolute. Quinn Fabray was straight; and this straight girl was curious to know what it would be like to sleep with a woman.

What Quinn doesn't know is that Santana won't say anything as she is dealing with her own share of emotions. It's not that she was regretting anything, she is Santana Lopez, and hey, she just hooked up with Quinn Fabray! She actually should be high fiving herself right now. Not because Quinn was a trophy or anything, but because she had confirmed first hand that Quinn wasn't that outstanding heterosexual girl everybody thinks she is.

Yeah, she didn't buy Quinn's 'I'm just experimenting' speech. Not even for a second, truth to be told she's been suspicious for awhile now, thanks to Brittany and a prom crown. But she wasn't going to push the blonde, not now anyways. She is dealing with her jealousy toward Brittany. She didn't use Quinn. Okay, maybe just a little bit. But she was a little tipsy and Quinn is hot and it was Valentine's Day! Not that she cares anyways. Santana sighs and for the first time she stares at her friend more carefully.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, of course I..."

"Quinn, it's okay, it's just me. We're still friends." She pauses and takes a deep breath.

"Listen, I'm going to get out first then you can go okay?"

Quinn nods ever so slightly. "Call me?" The blonde girl teases as she felt a little relief somehow when Santana didn't say anything.

"You were not that good."

Santana says as she smirks, glad that Quinn was coming back to her normal self again.

"You bitch."

"This bitch is out. See you downstairs." The brunette girl walks toward the door; she opens it and checks the hallway. "See you Q."

She leaves and after a moment Quinn prepares herself to do the same. She gets out of the room and goes toward the elevator.

"Hey."

She hears that one voice that has the power to put her in heaven and hell at the same time. Because hearing Rachel's voice never fail to bring a smile to her face but at the same time it brings so many unknown emotions though as she is used to it now she manages to keep them settled down most of the time.

"Hey." She says affectionately.

"What are you doing here?" Her eyes go wide as she panics.

"Uh... I… Santana…"

Rachel narrows her eyes as she is very curious.

"I'm looking for Santana." She says much more certain this time. "She is upset because of Brittany and I want to make sure she is not doing anything stupid or anyone for the matter." She rolls her eyes.

Yay Fabray! You know how to joke!

Quinn watches in awe as Rachel laughs loosely.

"So, when are you going to visit me again?" She says stopping the laugh.

"Good that you mentioned this cause you have yet to visit me in Yale."

"You actually wanted me to come?"

"What do you mean? Sure, that's why I bought the passes."

"Okay." Rachel presses her lips together because, otherwise her smile would have given away at how truly happy she was with Quinn's statement. That was a constant fear of hers. One being that Quinn would become bored and annoy with her and then she would leave and not come back.

"But tell me, what are you doing here?" Quinn frowns because she suddenly realizes that Rachel is in fact in the hotel hallways too.

The brunette looks to the floor as she blushes a soft shade of pink.

"Finn." She says with a barely there voice.

"Sure."

Rachel looks away to avoid eye contact and she notices neither one of them pressed the elevator button.

"Hey, uh-look." She points to the button. "We didn't…" She presses it.

They kept quiet waiting for the elevator and after what seemed like an eternity the doors finally is opened. They walked inside and Quinn pressed the bottom for the lobby floor.

"Do you have a ride? Where is..."

"Yes, Kurt is waiting for me downstairs. Finn is still sleeping upstairs."

Quinn rolls her eyes and Rachel could feel the other girl judgment over Finn. So, she feels the need to explain herself.

"I kind of snuck out of the room."

"Oh okay, I just wanted to make sure you had..."

"I do, don't worry and what about you?"

"Santana." She smiles. "That's why I'm looking for her. Her mother is picking us up. We kind of... well- uh… we drank a lot."

Then they had sex twice. Quinn wanted to say but didn't.

We're actually that stupid. What's with me and alcohol anyways?

Quinn thought to herself.

"I saw that." Rachel giggles.

"Saw what? Oh we're here."

They walk out of the elevator and they approach Santana and Kurt as they were in the middle of a conversation.

Santana is the first to see them and needless to say that her lips forms a smirk right away. Kurt notices and turns around to see the two girls walking toward them, he smiles too. Although he doesn't know how Rachel feels – except that she has a strange obsession toward Quinn-, he is almost sure that the blonde he is looking at is head over heels in love with her best friend. He is also pretty sure she is one hundred percent in denial about it.

"Hey guys!" Rachel beams.

"Let's go?" He asks.

"Sure." Rachel turns to Quinn. "See you soon?"

"Yes." She smiles.

The short girl throws herself into her friend arms and they hug each other as once again Quinn can't stop the butterflies dancing in her stomach. Kurt watches the scene with a smile on his face. Right in front of him is the former garrulous glee club diva and the HBIC cheerio hugging each other with affection and… love.

Talking about love, love is what is in Santana eyes right now as she looks at her friends. He knows that despite all her bravados Santana cares about their friends. This is surreal…

He thinks.

Or maybe not. He is so proud of their glee club right now.

We're really are a bunch of sappy drama queens.

"So, Satan, I'm not going to hug you, because I love my life and we're going to see each other in New York right?"

"Yeah, whatever!" She rolls her eyes.

"Where's your mother?" Quinn asks.

"She'll be here any minute."

"Bye guys." Kurt says as he kisses Quinn cheeks and takes Rachel's hand as they start walking toward the exit.

"Bye Kurt. Bye Rach."

"Bye Quinn." Rachel says smiling from ear to ear.

She called me Rach…

Rachel thinks in her head.

Did I call her Rach?

Quinn thinks as she smiles at the thought.

Present time.

"Rach…" Quinn mumbles as Rachel smiles at the sight. They are lying on the bed, arms and legs intertwined, messy hairs and naked bodies.

"Rach…"

Rachel giggles as she revels with the fact that she is the girl of Quinn's dreams. She still thinks it amazing and as she is thinking about it with a new perspective, back in that day Quinn said it with the same affection she does it now. They were too blind to notice back then.

"Yeah?"

"Hm?"

"You were saying my name." The singer whispers into her girlfriend's ear making the blonde shiver all over.

"What?" She opens her eyes and regrets it immediately. "Shit!"

"Yep." Rachel giggles."I feel like I have an elephant sitting in my head."

"My whole body is sore. Did we really make love in every corner of this room?"

"Yes!"

"What's got into you?"

"I don't know. I think it has something to do with you saying 'hey they have the same water in that hotel me and Santana fooled around in' if I'm correct."

"Did I actually say that?" She places her head on her hand as her elbow is resting on the mattress. "What am I? A dumbass?" Quinn asks.

"Something like that." Rachel giggles.

"And we still made love anyways? Wow, you really love me."

"You're just now noticing that? Besides after last night I don't think you will ever remember that night again." She runs her fingers through Quinn's hair.

"What night?" She smiles playfully.

"But you know what? Somehow, I can't forget that night." The singer glares at her.

"It's not because of Santana."

She nods. "You called me Rach."

"You remember?"

"Yeah of course I do." Rachel sighs dreamy.

"Wake up losers!" The loud sound of Santana's fist hitting the door startles them.

"Uh no… Speaking of the devil…"

"I'm going to answer the door or she'll bother us all day." Rachel gets up a little off balance because of the hangover.

"Uh… baby, don't you want to cover up a little?"

She looks down. "Maybe…" The singer starts looking for her robe and Santana keeps knocking. But as the noise is getting to disturbing she quit her chase and opens the door instead.

"What the Fuck! Berry!" She enters the room quickly.

"Shhh! Please stop yelling!" She closes her eyes.

"My head is throbbing and you already saw me naked anyway."

"Yes she did, but I've never saw you naked before." Brittany says as she gets inside too. "Damn it! I'm really stupid. We shouldn't have bet that we only could make out."

"Britt!" Santana huffs.

"Hey! Can you guys stop ogling my girlfriend! And baby please put on some clothes!" Quinn says annoyed as she gets close to her friends.

"She was knocking and I couldn't find my robe but whatever."

"What the hell happened here?" Santana says as Rachel leaves them.

"Uh…" Quinn bites her bottom lip. The room is kind of a mess. They certainly are not that kind of celebrity who messes around just because they can, just for the pleasure of doing it. It's that they got a little carried away. Although Quinn has the intention of paying any damage they might have caused.

"Did you guys throw a party in here?"

"You had a party and didn't invite us?" Brittany says really shocked.

"We didn't Britt. We just ordered some drinks. Rachel was eager, which reminds me, hey! How was last night?" Quinn looks at Santana searching for a clue.

"No wait! Wait for me!" Rachel rushes back to the living room area. Santana rolls her eyes but she can't hide her happiness.

"Tell us! Tell us! How was it?" She beams in excitement.

"She said yes."

"I did!" The dancer shouts smiling from ear to ear and for a moment Rachel forgets about her headache as she jumps into Brittany arms.

"That's so- I'm so happy for you guys."

"Yeah." Quinn smiles at her best friend and they hug each other. Although they are much less explosive than Brittany and Rachel they definitely have the same affection.

"I'm so happy for you."

"You know you are my maid of honor right?" Quinn nods happily.

"You chose Quinn over me. Why am I not surprised?" Rachel says playfully as she hugs the other brunette. "I can't wait for the wedding."

Santana sighs pleased though she is trying her best to maintain her composure. But Brittany has other plans.

"San actually chose you Rach, but I kind of persuaded her to let me get you."

"Oh really?" Rachel smirks.

"Yeah, I mean its whatever. It's the same anyways."

"It's nooot." Rachel says humming playfully.

"Yeah it's not, what the hell Santana! Choosing manhands over me?" Quinn feigns annoyance. In fact they all felt like they were in high school all over again. Well, she is a really great actress after all.

"Didn't hear you complaining about my hands last night." Rachel teases.

"Yeah, by the way what the hell happened here?" Santana crosses her arms waiting for their answers.

They look at each other with a barely there smirk on their faces.

"Well…" Rachel starts.

Last night…

"Yes, two bottles of your best champagne. Can you bring some strawberries as well?" Rachel loves them. Quinn thinks to herself. "No, that's all thank you." She hangs up the phone and turns to Rachel. The singer is lying on bed as she is trying to relax. Quinn starts doing a feet massage and Rachel moans right away.

"Good?"

"Mmmhmm." She hums.

"They're going to be okay. Don't worry."

"I'm not worried. I'm just…"

"Anxious?"

"Yes." She smiles. "You know how I am."

"I do."

Quinn bites one of the foot making Rachel giggles. Then she starts kissing her way up her girlfriend's body. Her kissing slowly moves up to Rachel's neck then to her chin and soon they are savoring the taste of each other's mouths.

"Are you trying to distract me?" Rachel says as they stop to breath.

"I don't know. Is it working?"

"Mmm... let me see, try again."

When she would deny Rachel anything?

She presses their lips together passionately and tickles the outside of her girlfriend's mouth with her tongue and Rachel's mouth opens eagerly. As Quinn is gently probing her mouth with her tongue Rachel moans and strokes the blonde's hair, her legs locking at the small of Quinn's back.

But they eventually have to stop their make out session as their order is currently waiting at the door.

"I'll get it." She says as she moves away from Rachel.

"Don't be long." She pouts playfully.

"Okay."

Moments later she gets back with one of the bottles and two glasses. She hands one glass to Rachel and fills both with champagne. She sits in front of her girlfriend.

"To Santana and Brittany." The actress lifts her glass.

"To Santana and Brittany!" The Broadway star shouts animatedly.

They toast. Not too long after that the first bottle was nearly empty.

"Here." Quinn puts a strawberry into Rachel's mouth.

"You're definitely trying to seduce me." She bites the fruit and then drinks more champagne.

"I'm not. I would do this if I was." She arches a perfect eyebrow.

"Oh really? I can remember a few times you did it directly to me when we were younger. Are you saying you were trying to seduce me back then?"

"Duh!" Quinn smirks loosely.

"Well, you weren't succeeded then because I didn't notice." She rolls her eyes.

"Are you saying I'm not a good seducer?"

Rachel bursts out in laugh.

"You got me all wrong love. I didn't say you couldn't have succeeded on seducing me. I said I didn't notice."

"That's the same thing."

"No…" Rachel gets close and straddles her girlfriend. "It's not." She kisses Quinn's lips.

"Quinn Fabray in a cheerleader uniform? I don't know about you but to me that's seductive material. What I meant to say was that I would have never imagined that you would possibly want me. I mean, I could find you naked on my bed and I would have still thought you were running a fever or just really hot or something."

"Hot is accurate though." She smiles as she bites Rachel's neck.

"Not that kind of hot. Quinn Fabray doesn't get hot because of Rachel Berry." They both laugh hard at that.

"She does." She presses their lips together and pulls Rachel's back on the mattress. Setting on top of her girlfriend she starts planting open mouth kisses on Rachel's neck. Her hand rubbing the brunette's toned thigh. Rachel grabs her girlfriend's ass and gives it a squeeze before she pulls away.

"I have an idea." She gets up.

"What about you get back here?" The blonde snorts.

"Quinn…" She pouts.

"Okay. Tell me what you have on your mind baby." Quinn turns onto her back and shifts herself onto her elbow and Rachel smiles widely.

"Let me see if I can make you hot." She says smirking. "Maybe I can give you a lap dance?"

"That's really nice. But baby, I'm already hot." She runs her hand through her hair. "We kind of were making out…" She smiles as Rachel rolls her eyes.

"You know what was the best position to have sex with Finn was? Me on top. You know…" She trails off as Quinn gets sick. "So he could last longer!"

"What the fuck Rachel?!"

"Are you still turned on?" She grins.

"Of course not!" She says angrily and gets up. "I need a drink."

"So it worked." Rachel says ignoring her girlfriend. "I'll be right back."

"Whatever." Quinn huffs annoyed. She doubts that she will be able to get in the mood tonight. She exhales heavily and fills the glass one more time.

Oh God the visuals!

Ew!

She shivers all over.

Rachel better reward her. She thinks as she walks toward the bed, glass in hand.

"I'm back!"

"You're not naked." She says as she is in one of her tantrums. Rachel is not naked indeed, she is with her robe but her hair is now pulled in a bun though.

"Who does a lap dance naked?"

"I don't know." She gets back to her drink. Rachel gets close, grabs the short hair of Quinn's neck and pulls her into a heated kiss.

"Why don't you take a chair while I'll get myself another drink hm?"

Quinn nods right away and does as commanded. She is still dizzy with the kiss. Or was it the champagne? She doesn't know anymore.

Moments later tipsy and sitting in a chair - that they put in the middle of their suite's bedroom - Quinn thinks that the champagne was a perfect idea.

Especially cause now Rachel is about to give her a lap dance.

"Are you ready?"

"Oh yeah baby, so very ready." Quinn says with a huge smile on her face. They laugh loosely. The night was starting,

"I'm going to put on some music." She takes her iPod "I think this should be our sex music." She adds as she hits the play. The first chords of the melody starts echoing through the room.

"Our sex music?"

"Yes." She starts dancing in front of Quinn.

Baby, I see you working hard,

I want to let you know I'm proud.

Let you know that admire what you do the more I need to reassure you my life would be purposeless without you.

"I mean, we do need to find our sex music."

Quinn eyes are glazed over her girlfriend's body as Rachel opens the robe slightly revealing a little bit of her sexy lingerie. The brunette gets close in a sensuous pace; soon she is holding Quinn shoulders to steady herself as she dances a little more before she places herself down between Quinn's thighs.

"Oh fuck yes." Quinn moans softly.

Rachel giggles, with both feet on the floor and her ass on Quinn's thighs she goes on with her dancing. The song goes on. She loosens her hair and bends backward presenting her girlfriend with a great view of her torso and breasts.

Quinn takes off the robe and immediately runs her nails on Rachel belly skin going up to cup one breast over the black bra.

"Who said you could touch me?"

"Me?"

She grabs Rachel's waist with both hand and pulls her into a searing kiss. They end up on the floor, never separating her lips. Quinn starts taking off her own shirt in a quick motion.

"I want to do a body shot!" Rachel says excitedly. "Let's get tequila!"

"Now?" She whines a little bit frustrated.

"Yes!"

After lots of shots later and after they have licked and sucked each other bodies they are definitively drunk.

"No! You cheated." Rachel shouts.

"I didn't! My eyes were close. Your turn." Rachel starts counting as Quinn searches for a place to hide, throwing glasses, the chair and a lamp on the floor.

"Oops…" She giggles then she walks toward the bathroom where sure she does a mess too.

But as Rachel never appears she gets back to the room.

"Rach?"

"I'm here." She says as she is holding a bottle up. "I was thirsty."

"And you couldn't have warned?"

"I was going to." She giggles.

"Oh Really?" Quinn huffs.

"Ow… there she is my angry drunk girlfriend." She gets close and wraps her arms around Quinn's neck.

"I'm not angry. Give me that bottle." She takes the bottle and sips the water and then she starts staring at the bottle oddly.

"What?" Rachel smiles.

"They had this water in that hotel me and Santana fooled around." She says nonchalantly then she tries to kiss her girlfriend as she hadn't said anything. Rachel however moves her head away. "What's wrong?"

"Don't you ever mention you and Santana in that hotel again. Not when I'm about to fuck you senseless."

She pushes Quinn back on the bed with her eyes full of lust and the blonde licks her lips in anticipation.

Back to now…

"Okay you can skip that part." Santana steps in immediately.

"I was enjoying the story." Brittany pouts.

"Anyway, me and Britts are going to have brunch so move your asses, I'm hungry."

"Okay, let's celebrate. I'm going to shower and we can have brunch okay?"

"Yeah, me too. We won't be long promise." Quinn follows Rachel to their personal bathroom.

"You better not be having sex in there especially with us waiting out here." Quinn rolls her eyes.

Seriously was Santana really talking like her and Brittany didn't have sex in the cheerios lockers with her there?

Although she can't really do anything anyways, because her body was still far too sore from doing what her and Rachel did last night and she still needs to recover from it. Rachel can be an animal when she wants to be.

"Whatever ." Quinn teases Santana.

"B that's really beautiful." Rachel says while holding Brittany hands.

"Wow, I honestly didn't think you had that in you Santana." Rachel smiles amazed with the whole proposal. The dancer told her all the details of course.

"Santana can be really romantic sometimes." Brittany says with a dreamily look in her eyes.

"Well, only for you B."

"Aww that's so sweet." Quinn teases her best friend. "I think..." she stops mid sentence as her phone is ringing. "Hey there." She answers with a smile on her face. "Well… is not too bad." She places a finger on her nose carefully. "You'll have to try harder next time then."

Rachel watches her girlfriend attentively.

"What's wrong? You seem weird." Quinn continues.

"So what are we going to order?"

Santana tries to call Rachel's attention to her rather than to the blonde on the phone. They are in a very charming café near the Louvre.

"Well, I know you Jenny, so just tell me!"

"I don't know San; you'll have to help me again."

"You will love the food here B." Rachel says as she finally turns away from Quinn. "It's amazing."

After a long time on the phone Quinn finally hangs up.

"It was Jenny, and she was having problems with her boyfriend. They are… uh… on a break or something."

"Great, now she doesn't even have a boyfriend." Rachel crosses her arms childlike.

"What that's supposed to mean?" Quinn turns to her frowning slightly.

"Nothing." She looks away. "The girl breaks your nose and you're like all smiles with a simply call." She mumbles.

"She didn't break my nose and aren't you the girl who almost married the guy who actually broke your nose?"

"Oh God here we go again." Santana sighs.

"I can't believe you right now."

"Me? It was just a call. She is my friend. That's all and… she kind of needed me."

"What do you mean she needed you?"

"As I said she is torn and I'm her friend. I really don't get you. You want me to be okay with you and Finn being friends. I'm okay with it as he is my friend too and you want me to be okay with you and veronica being friends, but you're not okay with me and Jenny?"

"Okay, okay, you're right." Rachel sighs as she is trying to cool down. "It's just… I'm a little psych Quinn, and I always know when a girl doesn't just want to be friends."

Quinn sucks in a breath.

"What are you talking about Rach?"

"Okay, fine. I won't say anything." She shrugs and pouts as she is testy.

"Are you guys done?"

Santana says annoyed as Brittany is trying to decode the menu; but even though she won't say anything now, Something tells her Rachel's right about this girl. Santana can smell trouble a mile away. After all, Rachel isn't the only one with psychic ability.

So? how was it? please talk to me.

Next Rachel will finally start working with Quinn :) which means she'll be in the same set with Jenny.

The lap dance song:

Cater to you by destiny's child