A slightly longer chapter this time. Thanks to everyone who reviewed ;) Glad you are enjoying the faberry progress :D To those of you who said thank you, awwww. How sweet that you're thanking me for writing this. Thank YOU!
dgronison, you may just get your wish, regarding jacob.
Original-Badass, this has nothing to do with anything. But I love your profile pic. Hey Arnold was the shit, and is still one of my fav ever cartoons ;)
Xom, thanks for the reassurance. I worry that I am not describing certain Big Brother happenings correctly. So thanks for the reassurance.
As the majority of houseguests finished up their dinner, Quinn was settling in the diary room. She was sat in the plush chair, one leg elegantly lapping the other, the riddle from the gym still clasped within her hand.
Maybe Big Brother could shed some light.
"Is anybody in today?" she teased, upon the radio silence.
"Big Brother is always available."
Quinn bit her lip and nodded, something impish underlying her energy. "Are you available to wash and hoover my car tomorrow? Beth likes to eat in the front seat, even though I'm always telling her not to." Like the goof that she was, the blonde leaned forward and cupped her mouth, as if to share a secret. "There are crumbs everywhere," she whispered.
Silence played out, stretching on and on with every second...
Quinn chuckled, because whenever she tried to get informal with Big Brother, they always stopped responding. "Why don't you just hurry it on up, and ask me about Rachel, like you do every time I come in here."
"Why have you come to the diary room, Quinn?"
"Not playing ball today? No?" the blonde asked, before shrugging. "Alright, well I've come to get some clarification on this?" she said, holding up the piece of card that she'd found in the gym. "Everyone's speculating themselves into a frenzy out there. Can you shed some certainty on what it means? Does it mean what we think it means - that when Finn leaves, tonight, two new houseguests will be joining us?"
"Regarding your question, Big brother can only advise houseguests to... expect the unexpected."
Quinn ran the tip of her tongue back and forth her top lip in thought, for a moment. "Well," she then said, clearing her throat so that it would be fit for emitting sounds of sarcastic cheer, "you've just been so delightfully helpful that I'd like to speak to somebody about getting you a raise. How would I go about doing that?"
"If that is all, Quinn, you are now free to leave the diary room."
The blonde laughed. "Until next time then."
The moment that she walked out of the diary room, all eyes darted towards her expectantly.
Except for Emma's, because Emma couldn't have given any less fucks about the riddle's meaning if she tried.
"We're outta luck, guys. They're not gonna confirm or deny anything," Quinn announced, crossing the open space.
"Figures," Artie mumbled.
Santana leaned on the kitchen counter, watching as puzzlement ran rampant in her fellow houseguests' faces. "Jeez, it's not rocket science guys. We're getting two new houseguests tonight, thanks to Sam and his insatiable curiosity."
"Hey!" Sam mumbled around a mouthful of food.
When the scathing latina shot him a dark daring glare, he merely shrugged and set about finishing his dinner.
Off in the near distance, Santana could hear her wife pushing out reps on the rowing machine. The breaths, the pants, the mechanical sound of the equipment - it all sounded so fucking hot, especially since she hadn't been able to make Brittany pant like that in five long days.
Yes, indeed. When Surfer Mcfishlips had pushed open that yellow door, the only thing that he'd unleashed was a lifetime of... sexual fucking frustration.
"I can't believe I have to listen to that, without getting to act on it," she grumbled.
"Yeah," Puck sighed, leaning towards Emma. "Dude, when are we gonna get to hear you sweat like that?" he whispered, wriggling his eyebrows.
The redhead side-eyed the uncouth man, her top lip turned up in disdain. "Never. Dude," she replied.
Puck leaned out of the uptight woman's space, cocked his leg up on the sofa, and ruffled his mohawk. "I haven't jerked off since I got here. So if we do get two new houseguests tonight, it better be two hot chicks. Two hot chicks who have little to no self-respect, and are willin' to help alleviate Puckzilla's sexual frustration," he salivated, to which an intolerant Emma shot him evils. "Dude, what did I do now?" he asked, clicking his tongue.
"Can we please just get the freaking eviction out of the way, before we start to worry about that damn riddle?" Emma snapped. "Jesus!"
It was all that Artie and Quinn could do not to look at one another and burst out laughing, because they suddenly felt as though they shouldn't speak or even breathe too loudly, which of course just made them want to howl all the more.
Santana was anything but amused though. Mostly due to the unfortunate fact that she'd actually found the redhead's outburst to be somewhat hot, which was just fucking weird, even by her standards. "The perils of sexual frustration," she mumbled to herself.
Not that she was alone in her thoughts. Puck stared at the redhead, running his gaze from her cute face, to her pert shapely figure, all the way down to her porcelain toes. He didn't know how he'd missed it before, but Emma was fucking hot! Sure, she was a little eccentric - the type to kill a bird and leave its bloody mangled feathers on your doorstep, if you ever broke her heart. But still bangable nevertheless.
In that moment, he caught himself thinking that it was a shame that she'd be going home so soon...
Quinn leaned on the back of the sofa, just over where Rachel was curled up. She casually reached her hand down, watching as her pale fingers effortlessly glided through the soft chestnut strands that belonged to the petite woman. "Wake up," she whispered, as if to coax a puppy.
Rachel's wilting eyelids jaunted open. She glanced up into upside down hazel eyes, noting - even in her sleepy state - that upside down or not, they were still two of the most beautiful eyes that she'd ever seen. She gently cleared her throat. "Thanks for cooking dinner, Quinn. Once again, it was delicious. In fact, it got me so good that I seem to have eaten myself into some sort of stupor."
"I don't mind cooking for you, because I know that come rain or burnt pasta, you'll always say nice things about my food. So you're welcome." The hazel-eyed blonde smiled, only for it to wane as she added, "but you can't go to sleep yet. We still have the eviction, the live HOH comp, and the riddle thing to deal with tonight."
The brunette released a relaxed sigh, basking in the sensation of Quinn's fingers gently drawing through her hair. "That feels nice," she murmured.
"You have incredibly soft hair," Quinn curiously remarked, noting the difference between how it felt to run her fingers through a woman's hair like this, opposed to a man's. "It's a lot softer than mine. I'm gonna have to go through your shampoo stash one of these days."
In response, Rachel merely hummed contentedly.
"I should probably stop before you start snoring, shouldn't I?"
"I don't snore," Rachel replied, vaguely offended. "I sort of... wheeze in my sleep, or so I've been told."
Quinn smirked. "I share a bedroom with you, Rachel. I know your pre-bedtime ritual, and all of your sleep secrets."
"Well now that I know you've been lying awake at night, listening to me sleep, getting to sleep tonight shouldn't be a problem for me at all."
The blonde laughed. "I have this little flashlight that I shine on your face whilst you sleep, too. Sort of like a serial killer. The only thing that's stopping me from getting you," she growled, briefly shaking Rachel's shoulders, "is all the cameras in the house."
"Well if I stumble upon your little flashlight, I'm going to break it. Now, Quinn, refrain from trying to keep me awake. Or at least refrain from being so transparent about trying to keep me awake."
"How are you so perceptive?"
"I'm the brains and you're the blonde. Remember?"
Quinn gasped, leaning back in mock affront. "What on earth happened to the sweet woman who put herself through a bowl of slop, last night, so that I wouldn't feel left out?"
Rachel's lips twitched with a lazy smirk. "She was gotten by the gorgeous blonde creeper who watches her sleep."
"Hmm," Quinn hummed, as if considering the validity of the brunette's claim. "I think you should ask Emma if you can go sleep in the HOH room for a while," she suddenly suggested, really noticing just how beat Rachel looked. "I'll wake you up when it's time for the eviction."
"Only if you come with me," Rachel purred.
"I suggested that you go sleep in the HOH room because it's quiet up there, unlike with the bedrooms down here. If I was to come up there with you, you and I both know that it would be anything but quiet."
Rachel's eyelids shot all the way up with an almost comical alertness. She slowly gulped at the sexual images that the blonde's flirtatious words had amassed in her mind, and decided it best to focus on ignoring the twitch that thrummed in her lower regions. "Please don't say things like that," she groaned, to which Quinn giggled quietly.
"I was referring to us talking, Rachel. Yikes; you really are a pervert, aren't you?"
"No, I'm not putting on the pervert hat this time. If you'd only meant talking, you would not have said it in the husky and flirtatious manner with which you said it," the brunette protested. "You were trying to get me all hot and bothered. Just admit it, and I won't thump you whilst you sleep tonight."
"Guess you'll never know."
With that, Quinn chuckled and wandered off, leaving Rachel incredibly tense and perhaps even a little sticky... down there. Either way, she was most certainly awake now.
"Don't sweat it, Rach," Artie knowingly chimed. "Just get even." He winked the brunette's way, and left it at that.
Rachel couldn't help but think that the young man had a point. She allowed herself a slow-burning smirk, because Quinn had just upped the ante.
Two hours had trotted by before the ominous, "will all houseguests gather on the sofas!" rumbled throughout the house.
Most were already sat on the sofas, goofing and talking about this and that. Until Big Brother's swift prompting had put a stop to all conversation, that is.
Emma sat up straight. "Where's Finn?" she asked, eager to get the eviction process started, in order to keep from having a nervous breakdown.
Beside the antsy woman, Will offered a soothing smile. "I'm pretty sure that you have nothing to worry about tonight," he told the clearly anxious woman.
"Can I count on you to vote Finn out?"
Will swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. "Of course."
Emma narrowed her eyes. "I just hope you're not lying to me, Will."
Under different circumstances, Puck might have chuckled at the death glare that the older man was receiving. But he was just as nervous as Emma was, and there was no room for laughter.
It was crunch time!
Just then Finn trudged out of the bedroom. He brushed past Jacob and Sam's knees, and miserably plonked himself down on the sofa.
He couldn't believe that he was in such a position. He'd at least wanted to make it past the first week. This was all Rachel's fault. If she hadn't been a dirty little dyke, they might have gotten together and ruled the house.
"You all packed up and ready to leave, big man?" came a voice from his left.
Jacob's voice.
Finn glared at the nerdy little man, who had, in all honesty, just been trying to cover his tracks with the smug little question. Because when Emma left and Finn stayed, and all hell broke loose in the house, Jacob wanted to be able to deny ever voting Emma out convincingly.
Across from the two men, Brittany giggled at Jacob's brazen goading and snuggled into her wife's neck. "You're tense," she whispered into Santana's smooth caramel-colored chin.
"Lack of sex will do that, baby."
"Maybe I'll do something to remedy that later."
Santana said nothing. She just smirked and ran her hand up and down her wife's shoulder.
"I'm tense too, Quinn," Rachel said. "What are you going to do to help remedy that?"
The blonde stared at the shorter woman for a few moments, before slowly arching an eyebrow. "Are you being perverted again?" she asked, as if musing aloud.
Rachel grinned. "Guess you'll never know."
Before Quinn could spout something clever and sarcastic back, the flat screen TV flickered on, broadcasting live footage of the glamorous Julie Chen, who was once again stood just outside of the house, on the glass steps.
"Hello houseguests," she greeted, smiling that knowing smile.
"Hey Julie," the house chorused.
"I hope everyone has enjoyed their first five days in the house?"
The beautiful host's remark was met with a mixture of cheers and weary groans.
She chuckled, particularly at the groans, and ran her thumb along the edge of her cue cards. "Sam, the man who almost always has his shirt off; let me start with you tonight," she chimed.
The surfer - who was in fact topless again - sat up straight and gave Julie his best grin.
"You were the first to discover the locked yellow door. I hope you put all of the forks back when you were done fruitlessly counting them."
The houseguests chuckled, most shooting the happy-go-lucky surfer a look of fondness.
"Yeah, Julie. Quinn made me stack them all in the dishwasher when I was done, 'cause I got my fingerprints on most of them," Sam chirped, shrugging a shoulder.
"Good," Julie quipped. "After you managed to get into the gym, you learned that it comes with a mysterious price tag. What did you make of the riddle?"
"Uh..." Sam patted his hair down at the back. "I think it, like, means we're getting two newbies tonight?"
"Hmmm," Julie hummed. "Interesting. Let me move onto you, Rachel."
The brunette smiled and gave a small wave. "Hi Julie."
"Don't hi Julie me," the host jested. "Let's get straight into the date that warmed America's heart."
Rachel felt her cheeks heat up. "If we must," she joked, looking to Quinn, who also seemed to be growing a little red in the cheeks at this point.
"We must, Rachel. I have to say that, along with America, I was warmed by the planning that went into it. Seemed as though the lady beside you was too," Julie poked.
"No comment," Quinn squeaked, to which many of the houseguests giggled.
"Well, from the time that I've spent in Quinn's company so far, it hasn't been difficult for me to deduce that she's a... special kind of lady," Rachel said, bringing about a more serious energy. "I just wish we'd met outside of this place; I would have wined and dined her properly."
"Thank you, Rach. I don't think I'll ever get used to you holding me in such high esteem. Nobody else seems to give a damn. But saying that," Quinn drawled, "who's to say that I wouldn't have been the one to wine and dine you?" she asked. "'I can wine and dine with the best of 'em."
Rachel chuckled softly. "I know; I've tasted your cooking," she responded. "But -"
Finn watched Quinn whisper something presumably flirtatious into Rachel's ear. Something that ceased the movement of the brunette's lips and made her smile her warmest smile.
He rolled his eyes.
The amount of faggotry in the house was astounding.
Julie laughed. "Alright Quinn, well I don't want to start a war for dominance between you two over who'll get to pay the restaurant bill, so... Brittany and Santana!"
The couple perked up, Brittany waving her hand off at the TV screen. "You look hot tonight, Julie," she chirped.
"Thank you, Brittany. We watched you and your wife hide your marriage this week. How difficult was that for you?" Julie asked.
"Pretty difficult, right San?"
"Yep. There were moments when I genuinely thought I was gonna punch somebody," Santana confessed, so casual about her penchant for violence.
"But now we get to kiss and cuddle and stuff. So it's all good," Brittany merrily added.
"Okay. But I'd like to know one thing: how's the slop?" the knowing host probed, waiting for it...
A chorus of pained groans left any and everybody who'd ever tasted the stuff.
"That's what I thought," Julie sniggered. "Emma! You were the HOH this week. What went through your mind when you discovered that Brittany and Santana were the secret couple?"
"I was extremely worried, knowing that I was going up on the block. I felt frustrated. Watching them together now though - it seems so obvious that they were the secret couple," Emma answered, glancing at the two snuggled up women. "But Rachel and Quinn's chemistry was just too tangible for me to push aside. So I went with those two, and now here I am. Up on the block."
Not one ear in the place failed to detect the bitterness that hid beneath the redhead's cheer.
"Well Emma, Finn. It is time to determine which of you will be leaving the Big Brother house tonight. In just a few moments, your fellow houseguests will cast their votes to evict live. But before they do, you both have one last chance to plead your case. Finn, you're first."
Following Julie's instruction, Finn stood up and awkwardly brushed imaginary lint from his pants. "Uh... It's been a bumpy ride. I hate the slop. It makes me tired and grumpy, and should be banned in the USA. Uh... vote to evict Emma, because she's smarter than I am. Yeah..."
Tina frowned, sort of taking pity on the awkward man. The second-hand embarrassment was palpable, and so uncomfortable.
"Uh... thank you, Finn," Julie stepped in. "Emma, it's your turn."
The lady-like redhead stood, her pale hands clasped before her abdomen. "I'd just like to say thanks to everybody for this experience. It's been fun, if not more than a little trying at times. I hope that you all vote to evict Finn, because he has rubbed everyone the wrong way at least once, and I'll kill you all if you don't." She giggled so girlishly that it almost convinced the other houseguests that she wasn't being serious. Almost. "I want to stay. I've been told that I'm going to stay by more or less everybody in this house. So if I go, you all should know that you're living with a bunch of liars, whose word is good for nothing."
Rachel nodded as the woman's sobering words resonated within her. As far as she was concerned, Finn was leaving. Or, at least, he'd better be leaving.
And if he didn't leave, well... she was going to go absolutely ape shit, and quite possibly embarrass herself in front of Quinn, which she really did not want to happen.
Puck, Tina, and Artie kept their gazes low, whilst Jacob smiled kind reassurance towards Emma. "You've got nothing to worry about," he mouthed at her.
"Thank you Emma. It is now time for the first live vote of the summer to begin. Neither nominee is allowed to vote. Brittany and Santana, as you were the secret couple you will only vote in the event of a tie," Julie clarified, confirming both Brittany and Jacob's theory. "One at a time, the rest of you will enter the diary room and cast your vote to evict! Rachel, you're up first."
Rachel stood, purring, "my pleasure," over her shoulder as she headed towards the diary room.
Once seated in the diary room chair, she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, clasped her hands in her lap, and waited for Julie's voice to filter into the snug space.
She wasn't made to wait long. "Rachel, please cast your vote to evict."
"It is with great joy that I vote to evict Finn."
"Thank you, Rachel. Please rejoin the others."
The brunette nodded and headed back into the living area, where Jacob was already waiting outside of the diary room door.
As they crossed paths, they hi-fived in their supposed unity against Finn.
Little did Rachel know…
The nerdy little man smirked to himself and entered the small room, where he sat down in the leather chair and adjusted his glasses.
"Jacob, please cast your vote to evict," Julie prompted.
"I vote to evict Emma," he said, without a moment's hesitation.
"Thank you Jacob. You're now free to return to the living area."
He passed Puck on his way out.
The two men shared a conspiratorial look, before the muscular mohawk-sporting man vanished into the diary room.
He heaved a heavy sigh, and sat down.
"Noah, would you please cast your vote to evict."
"Julie, I regretfully vote to evict... Emma," Puck said, noting how strange the redhead's name had sounded as he'd forced it out through his teeth.
"Thank you Noah. Please rejoin the others."
Next to enter the diary room was Sam. He'd been waiting for this glorious moment since his first run-in with Finn out in the garden.
And now it had finally arrived.
"Sam, please cast your vote to evict."
"Gladly," he beamed, grinning from ear to ear. "I vote to evict that homophobic, ignorant waste of space, Finn."
"That was quite a mouthful," Julie chuckled. "Nevertheless, thank you. You're free to rejoin your fellow houseguests."
In what had somehow become the trend, Quinn playfully hi-fived Sam before she pulled open the diary room door and shuffled inside.
"Quinn, please cast your vote to evict."
The hazel-eyed blonde saw no reason to drag it out. "I vote to evict Finn," she said, assigning emphasis to the pale man's name with a punctuating nod of the head.
"Thank you, Quinn. You're now free to return to the living area."
Artie voted next. Little did he know that his vote to evict Emma had put the overall vote at three all.
Just two more votes remained to be cast.
Will and Tina's.
Jacob was sure to make pointed eye contact with the stammering woman as she stood up, and ambled to the diary room...
"Tina, please cast your vote to evict."
Tina sighed, her dark eyes depicting the level of thought that had gone into her imminent decision. She sucked in a breath, held it, and said, "I've d-decided - I vote to evict... F-Finn, Julie."
"Thank you, Tina. You are free to return to the living area."
"T-Thanks Julie," Tina murmured.
When she returned to the sofas, she made it a point to avoid Jacob's self-satisfied gaze. Sure, he was going to be irritated about the fact that she'd gone against his suggestion. But at least she'd be able to sleep at night, knowing that she'd done the right thing, not only for the overall morale of the house. But for Emma too.
Shortly after, Will made his way to the diary room.
The man raked his fingers back through his curls, and relaxed in the chair.
"Will, please cast your vote to evict."
"Well Julie, I believe in giving people a second chance. As Jacob pointed out to me, earlier in the day, Finn surely deserves one. But this is Big Brother, and I have to go with where I think the majority vote lies, otherwise everybody is going to want to know why I voted apart from them, and from there I'll become a house target. So, I vote to evict Finn." Will smiled somewhat tightly following his speech, all the while baring no clue as to the fact that his vote had just sealed the final nail in Finn's coffin.
"Thank you, Will. If you'll return to the sofas, I'll announce the results."
"Sure."
It wasn't long before Will was once again seated on the sofas, anxiously awaiting the announcement of the results, like everyone else.
Beside him, Emma almost seemed as though she was fighting off hyperventilation.
"I hope you all voted Emma out," Finn mumbled, fiddling with his belt buckle like a petulant child.
"Shut up!" the redhead spat.
As all eyes glided up and settled upon the TV screen, a certain tension materialized, because this was it. The moment where everybody would discover where the chips had fallen...
"Houseguests," Julie began, reappearing on the television screen, "the votes are in. When I reveal the vote, the evicted houseguest will have just a few moments to say goodbye, gather their belongings, and walk out the front door. I can now reveal that by a vote of five to three..." She paused for maximum suspense, and then said, "Finn, you have been evicted from the Big Brother house."
"Fuck this house!" Finn grunted. "I wanted to leave anyway." The tall man tore up out of his seat and stomped off into the bedroom to collect his suitcase, muttering a resentful, "you're all a bunch of faggots," under his breath.
Not that anybody had heard the malicious slur.
Emma certainly hadn't. She was much too busy pressing her hand to her lurching chest, and allowing the fact that she wasn't going home to sink in. "Even though it wasn't a clean sweep, t-thank you everyone," she said, panting almost as though she'd just spent forty minutes on the treadmill.
"Uh... c-congrats Emma," Puck stammered out, shooting a clandestine look of bewilderment at Jacob, who'd taken to glaring at both Tina and Will.
"Yeah, congratulations," Artie said, figuring that he'd better act like he hadn't just voted to evict the relieved woman.
"Thank you."
Despite the smiles, and congratulations, and utterances of gratitude, all was far from dandy...
"So who the fuck were the three votes to evict Emma?" Santana asked, vocalizing what most were thinking. She combed accusatory eyes over everyone who was present, save Emma.
"Funny that, Santana. I was pondering the exact same thing," Rachel said, everything suddenly so serious.
"Me too," a frowning Sam jumped in. "I thought everyone was, like, on the same page about kicking that asshole out of the house?"
Quinn's eyebrows, which had both been arched in shock for the last few minutes, still hadn't returned to normal. "I'm... blown away right now," she rasped. "I thought it'd be a clean sweep for sure. Looks like we have three liars amongst us."
"Well they're not gonna get away with it," Puck growled, surprising even himself with how convincing he'd sounded.
Tina kept her mouth shut, choosing not to out Jacob as one of the culprits. At least not yet anyway.
Will did the same...
Whilst no one else seemed to have anything to say, Rachel did. "Fine!" she barked. "Whoever you are, know that I'm eventually going to identify you! And you'd better hope that I don't win the competition that's taking place in just a few moments!"
Quinn placed a placating hand to the furious brunette's back. She could actually feel the raucous echo of Rachel's heart pulsing against her palm. "Try to calm down," she whispered. "Finn's been evicted and that's the main thing. Plus, you don't wanna make yourself a target right before the HOH comp."
Rachel softened a smidge. "I'm going to win it, so it really doesn't matter. I just – I really didn't want you to see this side of me. I apologize. But I'm absolutely furious," she huffed.
"I know," Quinn told her, her voice calm, intimate, and soothing. "And I'm hardly in a position to judge you, because I have a fucking evil temper of my own when I'm heated. We'll worry about the mystery votes later. Right now we need to prepare ourselves for whatever they're gonna throw at us for the HOH competition. It could be an all-night endurance thing for all we know."
Though she still frowned, the brunette nodded. "O-Okay Quinn."
"Can I just say that I'm totally with you, Rachel," Jacob spoke up. "The traitors have got to go!" he stressed, running scared at this point.
Not only had he failed to keep the biggest target in the house. But he'd, essentially, set the majority of the other houseguests off on a warpath in search of a new common enemy.
Himself.
Finn stomped out of the bedroom just then, dragging his bumbling suitcase behind him. He didn't bother to throw the houseguests a second glance. He merely cranked open the front door, and slipped out through it, allowing it to slam behind him with a finality that was demonstrative only of a disgruntled evictee.
None of the houseguests would get the chance to enjoy the sight of his grayed-over picture though, because up on the landing, peering down at them, stood two new houseguests who were each sipping from a glass of champagne.
"This is so strange," the slightly nervous effeminate man whispered. "Look at me - even forgetting to introduce myself. I'm Kurt."
"Nice to meet you, Kurt. I'm Bryony. Ready to take this house by its balls?"
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