A very dramatic and incestuous one, if we’re being completely honest. That explains why you keep talking to me. Because I’d have pervy lawyer related lines to say?
Yes, that’s too. While I don’t doubt that you’re smart enough, is that head on your shoulders reasonable enough? That’s the real question. That and the fact that I wouldn’t want to deal with pervy college guys all day, at least not more than I already have to.
What? Me? The bad influence? That is preposterous!
It’s the absolute truth. The only guys in the team I trust to make terrible decisions are you and Noah, actually. Also, you better take of Blaine! Don’t take him anywhere too shady.
So… is it just me or have we not had a guys’ night for us football players in a while? I don’t know about you guys, but, at this point in the semester, I think it’s time that we have a little bonding experience. And by bonding experience I mean party.
Yeah, the new Beauty & the Beast? it looks kinda creepy. Gotta be all the CGI and Emma Watson looking bored the whole time. There was a time where I confused him with Ryan Reynolds, not gonna lie. But I like ‘em both. More or less my color. Sun tends to lighten it a little.
Exactly, I’m not into it. And I suppose they look similar, especially a few years ago, and it doesn’t help that they have the same first name. It’s sort of like the whole dozen of white guys named Chris we have going on right now. So you’ve never dyed it?
NOTES → At the end of Hell week, Quinn stops by Rachel’s room and makes an offer.
QUINN:
The idea of them having another drink together brought a smile to Quinn’s lips, and she agreed with a slow nod. “All right, sounds good.” She told Rachel in a soft tone as they waited for their drinks. She was so used to hanging out with friends with a different mindset –usually as rich as Quinn herself, and throwing money around without a second thought, that she found Rachel’s small suggestion refreshing. Most of her friends wouldn’t care about her paying for a drink, or even an entire meal –it was just what they were used to, not because of the money itself, but the way they were brought up.
“Oh, you know the owner?” Quinn asked, taking another look around the place. The details did impress her, and showed how much thought had gone into it. “I’ll definitely come around some other time to try those burgers, then.” She concluded with a smile, before listening in silence to what Rachel had to say. “Yes, you can taste the difference.” She agreed simply before taking another sip of her milkshake. She could feel the beginning of a brain freeze, but didn’t mind it.
She listened quietly to what Rachel had to say about the Deltas, satisfied that the girls had been treating her right, but unsure about the keeping her head down technique. Even though Rachel said it without any resentment, it still bothered Quinn. “You know, you don’t have to. Keep to yourself, I mean. I’m sure they would all like to know you better.” Quinn said when she was sure the other girl had finished. While her fingers played around with her milkshake cup, she kept her gaze locked on Rachel. “But I’m glad you’re enjoying it so far, I know it’s a tough change. Especially with a double major.” She added with a small smile.
Wanting to change the subject to something Rachel would feel more comfortable in, Quinn cleared her throat and leaned forward. “And what about Glee club? I know I’m in now, but I feel like I know nothing about it. Do you have any plans? Like, are we going to go to competitions, like in Pitch Perfect?” She asked in an interested tone. Quinn felt like she didn’t know what she was getting herself into when she accepted Rachel’s deal. She was still unsure about singing in public, but wouldn’t admit it. “Besides, I heard that… well, that you’re very strict with it.” Quinn added while raising an eyebrow, not knowing how to phrase the fact that Rachel was known to be a dictator in her club.
RACHEL:
Pleased that Quinn agreed to pay for their drinks next time made Rachel feel better too, knowing she could repay Quinn in kindness and another opportunity to take her out. She nodded with a smile when the blonde realised she knew the owner personally. “Yes, Taylor worked with my father before setting up the shop here and I’m glad she’s doing so well. She prefers cooking than anything and there is no doubt that her food here is amazing,” she said proudly with a nod before having a brief look around like Quinn did before sipping her drink.
“Oh, I didn’t mean it quite like that. I’m just still getting used to being part of a sorority so later in my college career but I am adjusting to that as well as handling my work and classes and Glee Club as you know. It’s quite an extensive schedule and leaves almost nothing for socialising, however, I’m trying to balance it out. If one of the girls or you found me passed out on the couch or the counter top, do just give me a poke and I’ll head to bed, considering such things will likely happen,” Rachel said before humming in agreement with Quinn’s words until she furrowed her brows at Quinn when the girl mentioned Glee Club, “Oh, well, it’s a show choir and yes, there are competitions held for such activities similarly as the feature film you mentioned displayed. However, we need numbers in order to compete. With barely enough members, Mr Schue is venturing other means for recruitment and lack of interest can take us down, not that I’d let it get there. I’m certain there are other people who would be interested but far too shy to do so, such as in your case. Sorry, strict with what, exactly? I’m confused by that.”
QUINN:
“Poke and head to bed, got it.” Quinn agreed with a nod, already halfway through her drink. She could understand what Rachel has going though, as she always had a lot going on herself. It didn’t help that Coach Sylvester had decided to go crazy on the cheerleading squad lately, and had the girls working out day and night. She could feel her sore legs even while sitting there in front of the other girl, and when you add that to all of her school work and sorority responsibilities, it could feel somewhat daunting.
“How many people would you need? To go on a competition like that.” Quinn asked, suddenly curious. She didn’t know anything about show choirs, and the fact that she could be competing in one made her a little nervous. “I could help out, you know. I’m not going to broadcast to the entire world that I’m on Glee Club, but I could ask a couple of friends. And Mike can dance, you know.” She said, tugging a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Quinn didn’t know why she was saying such things, when she know she didn’t have to help at all –it wasn’t a part of their deal. But the felt compelled to, knowing how much it meant to Rachel.
Clearing her throat, Quinn suddenly wished she hadn’t mentioned anything about Rachel’s known strict leadership over the Glee club. She looked down on her hands for a moment, before looking up at the brunette again. “Hm, with the… content and the solos. I mean, I’m sure they were exaggerating and you have a fair reason to do so.” Quinn explained, not sure how convincing the sounded. The last thing she wanted was to make Rachel feel uncomfortable again.
Somebody should tell that to the folks who decided there needed to be another movie about The Ring. I mean, these Hollywood guys get paid millions for ideas and you’re taking smarter than most of them who keep pushing remakes and reboots so I wouldn’t say you don’t know anything about that stuff. I like Ryan Gosling but La La Land might be a miss for me. I appreciate the throwback to the old musicals, tho. Oh, well thanks. I do what I can. Lots of conditioner.
Well, while I can’t say anything about The Ring, I will tell you that I feel the same way about all of these live-action fairytale movies coming up. Some are great, but with most it just feels like they wanted to make more money out of the same stories. And let’s be honest, who doesn’t like Ryan Gosling? But I’m impressed. Is that your natural hair color?
Santana had to remind herself why she actually invited Quinn over. Even amidst the flirtation, and stolen glances; the nervous giggles camouflaging shaky breaths, and their legs sweeping past one another as the nervous energy seemed to pull them together. Although in reality, it wasn’t some magical force, it was all Santana. With each giggle, and flirtatious bat of her eyelashes at the blonde, she was scooting closer, whilst her fingers tip-toed beneath Quinn’s shirt and long her bare torso. An act that was meant to distract Quinn, and Quinn only, but feeling Quinn’s smooth skin beneath her eager, but hesitant, touch was hard to not get lost in. The chant to remain focused was suddenly a faint whisper, replaced with the thought of how nice it would be to kiss her….and other parts of her.
Santana was practically (and somewhat literally) on top of Quinn. One of her long legs were swung over the blonde’s lap as her fingers continued to climb and trace her torso with a feather light touch. “What would make you think that,” Santana whispered oh so innocently before kissing her just short of her lips. “I don’t know what,” she trailed off to kiss her again, this time on the other side of Quinn’s mouth, “you’re talking about.” Santana laughed, smiling down at Quinn.
Quinn felt her self-control slipping away as she looked up at Santana, felt her own warm breath coming out in irregular tides against the other girl’s darker skin. Even though it was getting harder and harder to think with each touch, each slight movement, Quinn couldn’t shake the suspicion that rose in her head. They hadn’t been this intimate in months, definitely not during the entire semester –and while it was true that things had been changing ever since the River Float, it still felt somewhat uncalled for.
However, as Santana landed each playful kiss on her mouth, Quinn quickly convinced herself that that’s the way it always felt around Santana –unpredictable. Leaning on her elbows, she let a chuckle out before placing a hand on Santana’s lower back. “Doesn’t look like it.” She replied playfully, moving her hand up to hold dark hair and pulling the other girl in for a kiss. Quinn felt it down to her bones –slow and soft, before Santana could take control again. She let herself fall back on the bed, bringing the other girl down with her. They suddenly turned into a mess of limbs, and Quinn only pulled away when her lungs called for more air.
Yeah we probably will because I’m not sure how fair it is for her to get all the solos and none of us are able to even try and get them. It should be some kind of rule that everyone has to share the solos. I would not cry - pout maybe but no crying. I’m not but I do get a little competitive when it comes to board games, let me tell you. Do you know how many times I’ve made my parents play Monopoly over and over again until I won? Let’s do it soon. Have a game night or something.
Yes, so you go and fight for... show choir democracy, I guess. Oh really? So that’s what it takes to get you worked up -board games? Interesting. I’m really sorry for your parents, though, they should’ve just let you win. Or go with a quicker game, like Jenga. But then it’s settled, we’re having a game night next week.
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