Author's Note: Drunk!Quinn drabble set directly after The Heart Is A Bloom.

Just Get Dancey

Don't be fancy,
just get dancey.
Why so serious?
~Raise Your Glass, P!nk

"You were…so…so annoying in high school," Quinn grumbles over rim of her third Long Island Iced Tea.

Rachel's hand falters in its persistent movement higher and higher on Quinn's thigh. Her own Mai Tai has been mostly forgotten on the table next to Santana's abandoned Margarita and Josie's Black Russian. The two of them are currently out on the dance floor, grinding against one another in time with the throbbing bass and leaving Rachel and Quinn alone at the table that they'd commandeered. Poor Harry didn't have a fake ID, so he and Kurt are entertaining themselves elsewhere tonight while the girls are out on the town at the newest trendy club that Santana had heard about. Rachel had been keeping herself entertained by feeling up her girlfriend under the table until she was so rudely stopped by Quinn's petulant—slightly inebriated—tone.

"Ec-excuse me?" Rachel stutters.

"Annoying," Quinn repeats with a frown. "You…and your…your stupid voice. Always talking. And…and singing," she spits, leveling her bleary gaze on Rachel as she drags her fingers through her messy hair. "And I…I couldn't get it out of my head," she accuses, pointing a finger at Rachel. "And…and God! Your stupid skirts. And those fucking legs. Those legs," Quinn repeats breathily, glazed eyes dropping down as she leans forward and plants a hand on one of Rachel's legs. "These…these were such a distraction." Quinn complains—or reveres. Rachel can't quite tell the difference right now. Quinn's head comes up again and she scowls at Rachel. "I almost fell off the pyramid because of you!"

Rachel nods slowly, still struggling to take in Quinn's words. She's admittedly having trouble concentrating on them over the mesmerizing motion of her perfect, pink lips. But it looks like Quinn is upset with her, and she really doesn't want that. She hates when Quinn is upset with her. Especially if it means that Rachel will have to stop touching her. "I'm…sorry?" she offers.

Quinn flashes a wide, triumphant smile, nodding. "Good. You should be. It's all your fault."

"Okay," Rachel agrees, still mostly focused on her mouth. She really just wants to taste it, but Quinn is dropping it around her straw and taking another sip of her drink, and Rachel bites into her lip to keep from moaning in frustration. She wants those lips to be wrapped around something very different than that straw.

The moment Quinn releases it, Rachel practically crawls into her lap to claim that mouth for herself. Quinn moans into the kiss, brushing her tongue against Rachel's and digging her nails into Rachel's leg. She tastes so much better than the Mai Tai, and Rachel savors the sweet explosion of flavor. Their kisses gradually flow into nips and pecks until Rachel is mostly just nuzzling Quinn's neck, and Quinn hums in pleasure, her fingers flexing and releasing rhythmically against Rachel's hips.

"We should dance," Quinn blurts out, stilling Rachel's movements once again. "We never dance," she accuses, eyebrows furrowing.

"Yes, we do," Rachel argues, staring at her girlfriend in confusion.

"Naked doesn't count," Quinn counters, shuffling Rachel off her lap before she struggles to stand. "C'mon, Rach. We're gonna dance. Right now," she demands, grabbing for Rachel's hand and tugging her up.

Rachel stumbles after her with a frown until they're out in the middle of the dance floor next to Santana and Josie. Quinn pulls her flush against her body, matching every curve together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, and Rachel realizes that this is a very good thing. So she slips her hands around Quinn's waist, sneaking one underneath her shirt enjoy the soft, warm flesh beneath her fingertips while Quinn's palms mold to her ass. "This fucking ass," Quinn mumbles, pressing her nose into Rachel's hair. "Made me stare at it all the time."

Rachel tucks her chin onto Quinn's shoulder and closes her eyes, grinning in contentment. "You can punish it later," she promises.