As last Friday afternoon rolled around, Ashley went to her room to get ready. She had to admit she had been looking forward to Friday night all week. Daniel was a major hottie and someone she was looking forward to get to know more. After taking a shower, she put on a pair of jeans and a white crop top. She did her makeup in a light natural look and put some gel in her hair to make it look bit more curly. She put on a pair of black ankle boots and sat on her bed, picking up her phone. She unlocked the device and sent a text to Daniel “Meet you on the front porch?”
@musingale : sent me COSTUME! for a starter where my character is showing yours their halloween costume. (talon!)
Prompt: Talon invites Jane to go costume shopping with him.
Talon waited patiently outside the dressing room, lounging around the seats as he watched customers come and go with their costumes. He was pretty excited that Jane had accepted his offer to go costume shopping. He did not, however, anticipate them picking out possible costumes for each other. Leave it to Talon to pick something outrageous for her to try on first. “Come on out, Jane!” He chuckled. “Come on I’m sure it looks-” Talon paused for a moment, trying not to say the wrong words. “-Great!”
Managing to get a much earlier flight out Rachel arrived in Kentucky late that Friday morning. After retrieving her suitcase from baggage claim, she looked around taking a deep breath. A small smile tugging her lips as she greeted a few people with a smile before making her way out to the airport to catch one of the taxi cab’s that were out front. While she was a good five hours ahead of time, Rachel managed to snag an earlier flight, she thought it’d be a nice surprise for Sam and to be honest there was a big part of the brunette that was too excited to see him again after not having seen him for a long time. She missed him. A lot.
Managing to get a Taxi Cab, Rachel watched out her window as the cab driver to the address where Sam’s grandparents resided where he was currently staying. The young female was in awe at the view, while each land they passed was farms and animal stables. The scenery was absolutely breathtaking, the beautiful animals. The land looked so green even. It seemed like such a peaceful life. Quiet even. Rachel rolled her window down, nothing but the sound of wind could be heard. There was no loud people. No sound of car horns constantly going off. While she knew her life was back in New York, she kinda felt envious of the people. It was a solid half hour drive before Rachel spotted Sam’s grandparents place - having recognized from pictures Sam had shown her and their friends. Paying the cab driver, she grabbed her suitcase and bag and stepped out, breathing in the warm Kentucky air, the hot sun beating down on her.
Rachel let her eyes scan the beautiful property, a smile tugging her lips as she spotted a few animals in distance. She set her things down on the porch, her brow arching as she spotted Sam at barn just a few feet away. A smile tugging her lips as she watched him. The blonde nearly looking as if he was settling into life here. She quietly walked over to the barn, stopping in her steps as she watched him his back facing her. “You weren’t lying when you said this place was beautiful. Peaceful” Rachel spoke softly announcing her presence.
In hindsight, the bar probably hadn’t been her best idea.
To be fair, it had felt like a good idea at the time. Michael was busy with work and even if Aiden had seemed content to not talk about what was going on with her dad, she’d thought a night out could be fun. She’d heard good things about the band playing at the bar and she’d dated the bouncer back when she started college, so he always let her in and pretended her fake ID was better than it was. Bringing Aiden was supposed to be fun. Or... It had been in the beginning with the music blaring and a drink in her hand, but she’d lost Aiden in the crowd somewhere along the way. Friends ran into friends and she’d always loved dancing once she had a couple drinks in her.
Then, hands fell on her hips and whiskey-scented breath ghosted over her cheek. For a second, she thought she knew him, but past the vague similarities he had to a guy she knew, he definitely wasn’t him. That guy at least got the hint when she told him she wasn’t interested, but this one wasn’t. Drunk and she cast a panicked look towards a friend she’d seen earlier, but Sarah’s back was to her.
“I gotta...” she said, trailing off as she waved towards the bar and slipped into the crowd without another word. She glanced behind her halfway there and, nope, he was still following her. Great. Maybe she could flag the bartender or...
Oh, thank God.
“Hey, I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” she called as she slipped an arm around Aiden’s waist and slid up against her at the bar. She pressed a quick kiss to the other girl’s cheek, lips still close to her ear as she explained, “Pretend to be my girlfriend? There’s a guy that won’t get the hint. He followed me off the dance floor.”
It had been some time since she’d recruited Agent Rockefeller, his family name had been all over California, you didn’t really do business in California without knowing their name, and Jefferson had been hearing his name since before she even came into the Agency. She’d been aware of what Agent Rockefeller had done, it had been one of the reasons she’d approached him, he’d easily gained and given information on his father’s bad dealings. She’d been watching him, and he had impressed her, it took a lot to be the catalyst in your families fall of power.
She finds him in the gardens, head down and focused on whatever it is he’s doing. She watches him for a moment, Jefferson hasn’t had to worry about him much, she has been concerned about what he had to do, but he hasn’t shown any reason for her to be concerned about it’s effect on his work. He follows orders well, another reason she’d been interested in recruiting him in the first place, and since moved on from being a recruit she’d been happy with the way he’s been working.
Approaching him she moves to stand in front of him, “Agent Rockefeller, how are you?”
Fawna had been trying be as secretive as she possibly could when it came to what she had been doing the past couple of days. Behind closed doors and around corners Fawna had been trying to plan a nice birthday for Dean. When she had finally figured out the man’s birthday she went to ask Sam about their normal celebrations on his day. By the look on the youngest brother’s face it told her that celebration never seemed to happen.
So she knew better than to make a huge deal about it all, but that didn’t mean she was going to ignore it flat out. Fawna loved to celebrate, but for the longest time she had been alone. The last time she had ever celebrated anything with anyone she was 13 years old. Ever since they Fawna had had fun with holidays all her own.
She remembered how much she enjoyed the small festivities she did have. She remembered the birthdays she spent with her little sister hiding in the closet. Her parents were off buying drugs on the street, too addicted to their own issues to remember that they even had children. So the two children would sit in the closet and share a single cupcake they spent all day sneaking around to make. The birthday girl would get to blow out the candle and they would splint the unevenly cooked cupcake to have. If that made Fawna happy, just that one single thing, she hoped that her efforts wouldn’t be wasted on Dean.
The trouble was sneaking around Dean was so hard. She hated feeling like she was lying to Dean or not telling him the entire truth. She just wanted everything to be perfect for this. She wanted to make sure that he felt important and loved. She knew that out of everyone, he deserved so much more than he had. Dean deserved everything and Fawna would try her best to give that to him.
So that’s why she had gotten up three hours earlier to keep working on all the festivities. She was preparing all of Dean’s favorite foods, some requiring a lot more perpetration and words than others. The blonde had gotten all the gifts she wanted to get for Dean, and wrapped them all as well. So these meals were the last thing she needed to finish up. But soon heavy footfalls had the girl scrambling to hide what she was cooking and wiping all the access baking ingredients onto her apron.
Claire was still beyond sore from the days before. Having never been possessed before, but it took its toll. Her head was still throbbing, parts of her body were bruised and there was a twinge in her leg she couldn’t get to stop hurting. The blonde stretched painfully as she pushed the door to Dean’s room open.
Lately she found herself crawling into bed with Dean at odd hours of the night. But they both decided it was best if she started off the night there with him, so she didn’t spend hours just tossing in turning. Just thinking about it still gave her butterflies. The fact that this was like a dream come true to her, was childish yet exciting. She had never expected Dean to even think it was an okay idea for them to be sleeping in the same but, but here she was.
Claire was getting to bed earlier than normal, her leg was just bothering her too much to really want to keep researching. Claire headed over to the dresser on the side of the room and stood on her toes to look at herself in the mirror. The blonde let her hair down from a messy bun to brush it later before she began to undress so that she could get into bed.
Claire pulled off her jeans, tossing them aside. She pulled on a pair of shorts that were two sizes two big and covered in wholes, but they were warm and comfortable still so she had no need to get rid of them yet. Next came off her shirt and bra, soon revealing her tattoo that she had gotten a year ago now. In between her shoulder blades was a five inch tattoo. In an x shape was Dean’s gun laying over Sam’s demon knife, surrounding the two were wing’s that represented Castiel. The boys had saved her life, in every sense of the word. She had to have something on her body to represent them.
The girl’s back was facing the door as she searched through Dean’s drawers to find an old tattered shirt to wear to bed.
TAGGING → Quinn Fabray & Rachel Berry
GENERAL NOTES → Rachel and Quinn go to a strip club for Santana and Britt’s Bachelorette Party weekend.
Quinn:
They both had hardly slept that night. It wasn’t until they could barely hold themselves up, their limbs like jelly, when they fell boneless against each other and drifted off to sleep. Quinn woke up feeling completely satisfied, a pleasant ache between her legs. She turned over and woke Rachel up with soft kisses and they went at it again. That was, until the house keeping woman knocked on the door that they managed to pull themselves out of the bed. They wrapped themselves up in the robes, grabbed their bathing suits and all other evidence that they had been there before practically skipping off to their own room.
Quinn picked go her phone and saw several texts and a call from Gabby and cursed under her breath. Her eyes wandered to Rachel dropping her robe and walking into the bathroom to take a shower and groaned at the sight.
“I have to make a call,” Quinn said, her eyes still on Rachel as she stepped out onto the balcony. She dialed Gabby back, turning away from Rachel just as her girlfriend answered.
“Hey baby,” Gabby said, smile apparent in her voice, “Are you having fun?”
Quinn blushed and chewed on her bottom lip. “I am. But I wish you were here,” Quinn said softly, “How’s work been?”
“Fine,” Gabby sighed, “Famous people get dressed go and I take pictures of it. Same thing different event. How’s Atlantic City?”
“It’s okay. Just what I was expecting,” Quinn said trying to ignore the ache between her thighs, “Sorry I didn’t call you last night. I passed out.”
“It’s okay, baby. I should let you go, actually, I have to get ready for a job,” Gabby said regretfully, “But call me later.”
“Okay, Gabs. I love you,” Quinn said softly, “I can’t wait to see you.”
“I can’t wait either, Q,” she said. They hung up and Quinn took a moment to just breath and try to get rid of the sickness in her stomach. It felt like guilt and fear all rolled into one. She had crossed a line last night. As soon as they had gotten into the bathtub, Quinn knew she was in trouble. Then they spent the rest of the night just completely consumed with each other and Quinn knew, she knew, they had reached a place she couldn’t go back from.
That still didn’t stop her from getting in the shower with Rachel until they were both very, very clean and cuddling in bed. That was, up to the point that an angry knock at the door told Quinn that Santana was there, arriving earlier then she had originally said. She slipped into the bathroom to get dressed and let Rachel handle Santana since she was sure the only thing she had to say was that they were going to the strip club that night and she didn’t want to hear her questions about how her and Rachel ended up in a room together. Quinn reminded herself that she couldn’t touch Rachel when the other girls were around. There would be no holding or kissing or even lingering touches. She had to stay as far removed from her as possible to avoid any hints that they were more then friendly.
The rest of the girls arrived throughout the day and they all had a nice lunch together. Santana asked far too many questions about how their day had been spent and Quinn just avoided all of them that she could. Throughout the day, her eyes always found Rachel’s and she’d blush or smile stupidly before turning away and trying to focus on something else.
She felt like a teenager again, stealing looks at Rachel from across the classroom. Of course then, she’d always get a look from Santana or her phone would buzz in her pocket to remind her that this wasn’t college and she was very much not available. Despite the night before and the fact that she couldn’t keep her eyes away from the brunette.
She felt a kick under the table and jumped, had head immediately turning towards Santana. The brunette smirked at her and shrugged as Quinn leaned down to rub her sore shin. “What was that for?”
Santana shrugged and dropped her voice so that no one else at the table could hear. “I was just trying to get your attention. You’re my best friend and maid of honor and you haven’t paid attention to me for more then a second.”
“Since when are you needy?”
“Since when are you and Berry back to making googly eyes at each other?” Santana asked with the raise of a perfectly manicured eyebrow.
Quinn felt herself blush but rolled her eyes anyways. “Fuck you. No we’re not.”
“You were. And I think it’s really damn suspicious that you ended up in a room together,” Santana whispered, “You better not be doing what I think you’re doing, Fabray.”
“And what would that be?” Quinn asked despite the fact that there was a sense of dread flowing through her veins.
“Ruining everything you ever had with Gabby,” Santana hissed. Quinn opened her mouth to argue when the check came and Sarah decided to take Santana’s attention away with discussing plans for the night. They were all going to go to a strip club together in a couple of hours, but not before having a couple of rounds of drinks in the suite first.
They all went back to the hotel to change for the strip club and Quinn slipped on a tight black dress and pulled out some heels from her bag. She walked over to Rachel and snaked her arms around her from behind, placing soft kisses along her shoulder. They were supposed to be heading off the the suite for some pre-gaming before they headed off to the club, but Quinn liked it here more.
“It’s been torture not being able to touch you all day,” Quinn whispered, hands rubbing at the other woman’s hips, “I just keep thinking about last night and about how you’re wearing too much clothing.”
Maybe they could just skip the strip club and have some fun here with just the two of them. If she thought hard enough she was sure she could come up with an excuse for Santana.
Rachel:
The night spent with Quinn had been more than anything Rachel had ever imagined it would be. Rachel flopped back onto the mattress next to Quinn to catch her breath and Quinn rolled over on top of her. They were a tangled mess of limbs, lips and bodies pressed together until the sun was peeking through the curtains and sleep overtook their spent bodies.
Waking up to Quinn again was even better than Rachel could’ve imagined. Soft kisses pressed against her skin had her humming in happiness, that was until housekeeping interrupted what would have hopefully been the start of round…whatever round they were on now, Rachel had lost count somewhere after the third. They left the room hastily, attempting to cover up any evidence that they’d ever done more than put the alcohol in the small kitchen area and been on their way.
As soon as they were back in their room, Rachel turned the shower on, running her fingers through her messy and tangled hair in hopes of taming it just a bit before stepping into the water. Quinn was scrolling through her phone, lips pursed together in thought and more beautiful than Rachel had ever seen. The brunette caught her eye, letting the robe slip off of her shoulders and gestured to the shower. “If you need me, I’ll be in here,” she said with a smile, nodding in response to Quinn’s words.
The hot water felt like heaven against her skin, washing away the exhaustion from the night before and almost making up for the lack of sleep. She would gladly miss out on any sleep this trip if it meant getting to stay wrapped up in Quinn’s arms again. Rachel had just finished washing the last bit of conditioner out of her hair when she saw Quinn step into the bathroom, robe long gone and the rest of the world slipped away the moment their bodies were pressed together again.
They ended up in the bed, wrapped up together once more, though this was far more innocent than their past twenty four hours. The brunette was in her favorite pair of pajamas, attempting to gain some warmth underneath the blankets with Rachel nuzzling into Quinn’s neck and simply savoring the moment. She was just letting her eyes close, sleep taking over once more when a loud knock sounded at the door and Rachel practically shot off of the bed in surprise.
Santana.
Their romantic weekend was being cut short and she wasn’t even a bit surprised, Santana always had a way of interrupting them at the worst time. At least she had already slipped on some sweats. Quinn, however, quickly padded off to the bathroom to get dressed while Rachel went to deal with Bridezilla.
The rest of the day passed in a blur, the rest of the bridal party arriving sporadically throughout the day and most of their afternoon consisted of everyone getting settled into their respective rooms.
Rachel felt like a lovesick school girl, staring at the pretty cheerleader from the other side of the table like she had so many times over the years. Though this time it was different. This time she couldn’t just cross the room and slip her arms around Quinn’s shoulders and place a gentle kiss to her cheek. This was still so new, so unexplored and tentative that Rachel knew better than to dare think that any sort of PDA past light conversation would be remotely okay. Not until they talked everything over. No one seemed to notice their staring, though Santana continued to give Rachel that look with the raised eyebrow that the brunette had gotten pretty good at ignoring over the years.
It wasn’t until Brittany plopped down on the seat next to her that Rachel worried they were being too obvious.
“So….” the blonde said with a cheeky grin, bumping her shoulder against Rachel’s, “who’s the lucky lady?”
Rachel sputtered over her water, clearing her throat and looking at Brittany with shock and surprise. “What are you talking about?”
“You know,” the blonde shrugged, “whoever you’re hooking up with.”
“I’m not hooking up with anyone, Britt,” Rachel insisted, focusing her eyes on the blonde beside her and fighting every urge to let her gaze wonder to the blonde across the table.
“You totally got laid last night, don’t even try lying to me. I can tell.”
Rachel shook her head, once again making a mental reminder to call her fathers and thank them for pushing her into acting lessons. “For the last time, I didn’t hook up with anyone last night. But what makes you think I did?”
“You aren’t as uptight as usual,” she shrugged, slipping away to go join Santana as the rest of the group began to stand before Rachel could even respond. The brunette let out a huff, her eyes landing on Quinn and a smile curving onto her lips.
They were back at the hotel in no time, changing from their more casual attire into something fit for a strip club. Rachel just wasn’t quite sure what sort of outfit that would be. So, with a little help from Quinn, she finally decided on a slightly more daring than usual black dress. Something that hugged her curves and something that would keep Quinn’s attention off of the strippers and on her as much as possible. She wouldn’t admit that last part though. She finished clasping the bracelet around her wrist as the blonde slipped her arms around her waist and Rachel leaned back into the embrace.
She let out a sigh at Quinn’s words. At least she hadn’t been the only one losing her mind over the course of the day, longing to be pressed up to the blonde again even if just for a minute. Rachel tilted her head to look up at the blonde, turning in her arms until she was able to slip her arms around her shoulders, bringing their lips together for a slow kiss.
“Do you think they’d notice if we just stayed in?” she asked hopefully, though she knew they would. It was too late to feign food poisoning or head cold as well. They’d likely have to just grin and bear it and try and have a good time.
“Maybe we could come back to the room after the strip club and have a little…repeat of last night,” she suggested with a bright grin, brushing her fingers along Quinn’s shoulder, her grin shifting into a playful smirk,“That is, if you’re up for it. I know a cougar like you can get a little tired a little too quickly.”
Quinn:
Goosebumps erupted over Quinn’s skin when Rachel brought their lips together, a sigh escaping her lips as her grip on the brunette only tightened. Curse Santana and Britt with their damn bachelorette party getting in the way of her alone time with Rachel. Here in their little cocoon, Quinn could pretend that there was nothing else out there. They could just exist together in this room and as if nothing else mattered. But Santana insisted on dragging them into the real world and Quinn hated it.
Their lips may have disconnected but Quinn wanted to stay as close as possible, foreheads pressed together. She nuzzled Rachel’s nose with her own and groaned audibly at her mention of the night before. Yeah, it had been a good night. She could feel her skin tingling at the mere thought and she leaned down to kiss Rachel again.
“Yeah, I have a feeling we have no way out of this one, baby doll,” Quinn said, “As hard as it is for me to keep up with a young lady like you, I think I’ll be able to manage. I’ve never had any complaints before.” She wriggled her eyebrows suggestively and leaned down, kissing her once more just as a knock came at the door. She practically growled and rested her forehead on Rachel’s shoulder.
“Ladies! Pregame time in the suite!” Sarah said through the door.
They listened as her heels walked down the hall and Quinn kissed a slow trail up Rachel’s neck to her lips. “Let’s go make all those girls jealous because they’ll never look as sexy as you,” Quinn whispered. She held Rachel at arms length to appreciate her form in the dress she’d put on. It showed off her curves in the perfect way that made it a shame Quinn couldn’t be touching her all night.
With one last peck, Quinn reluctantly pulled away from Rachel. She slipped her heels on, grabbed her purse and they both headed down the hall to the suite. The door was ajar and all the girls were already in there. Santana stood at the kitchen counter, pouring a row of shots.
“Q!” Santana yelled when she saw the blonde. She was already pretty drunk as far as Quinn could tell. “Come do shots with me!”
“I don’t know if-” Quinn began buy Santana cut her off.
“Don’t be a pussy! You never drink with me anymore, you owe me,” Santana argued. Quinn sighed and decided not to mention the fact that she had just gone out with Santana last week when she used the same argument and called her an old married lady. She rolled her eyes and walked over to the kitchen where a row of shots was set out. “Three for you and three for me.”
“How many have you already had?” Quinn asked as Santana lined the shots up in front of her. She looked around for Brittany and saw her doing shots on the other side of the room with someone else.
“I’m three away from the perfect buzz,” Santana slurred. She held up a shot glass to toast and Quinn held one up and clinked the edge with hers before throwing the shot into the back of her throat expertly. She didn’t even wince as it went down. After her and Rachel broke up, Quinn spent a good amount of free time in her senior year partying and meeting girls. It was then she became so good at taking shots and drinking in general. Her tolerance wasn’t quite what it used to be in that time so after those three shots, Quinn could feel the alcohol starting to fuzz the corners of her mind.
She turned to look for Rachel when someone put another drink into her hand. At least this one wasn’t pure alcohol, she reasoned. Whoever made it had tried to disguise it with fruity stuff. Once she finished the drink, everyone was being ushered out of the hotel and into a limo.
It took a moment for her head to catch up with her body, but when it did she was pleasantly surprised that Rachel ended up next to her. Quinn smiled at the brunette, a little too those then normal with the alcohol swirling in her brain. She was so beautiful. Had she always been this beautiful? She must have been. She couldn’t believe they’d broken up. Why’d Rachel do that? They could have been married by now. They were supposed to last.
“I’m glad you’re here,” Quinn said leaning down to talk in Rachel’s ear. She bumped their shoulders together and resisted the urge to lean down and kiss her. It was the thing she wasn’t allowed to do. Not in front of Santana and Brittany anyways. Even if it was hard with the way that Rachel smelled so good and tasted amazing…
The limo coming to a stop jarred Quinn from her thoughts. Everyone was slowly moving from the limo and she followed them. It seemed like a more upscale strip club from what Quinn could tell. Santana had taken her to a fair share their senior year and those had ranged from god awful to super classy. This seemed to be one of the higher up ones at least.
They walked into the club and a girl in, what practically amounted to nothing, led them back to the VIP section that Quinn had reserved the week before. There was a booth, chairs and buckets of chilled champagne around. They had a great view of the stage where a girl was in the middle of a performance. Quinn glanced over at her, amazed how she was holding herself up like that, when Santana put an arm around her neck.
“Now Q, I know you have a thing for strippers, but try and keep it in your pants,” Santana proclaimed loudly, “Don’t think I don’t remember that one time you hooked up with one of these hard working ladies.”
Quinn blushed deeply and hoped Rachel didn’t hear, “I didn’t know she was a stripper at the time.”
“Sure you didn’t,” Santana said with a wink as she practically pushed her down into a seat, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure the lap dances keep coming tonight. I know what kind of girl you like.”
Quinn ran an embarrassed hand through her hair, her blush only deepening when she turned and saw she was eye level with the pair of barely concealed breasts of a girl asking if she wanted a drink. Quinn swallowed thickly and looked up at her face with a strained smile. “Gin and tonic, please.”
“Very sophisticated,” she said with a wink, “It’ll be right out, hun.”
The blonde smiled politely as she walked away and let out a long breath. She knew Santana was going to be making her life hell tonight. The other woman always liked to watch Quinn squirm uncomfortably.
“Having fun?” Quinn asked Rachel softly as she tried not to look at the girl on the stage. It was just damn impressive the way they moved their bodies like that. She was just…appreciating their athleticism.
Rachel:
The last thing Rachel wanted to do was leave their little bubble of perfection in the fantasy utopia they’d created behind closed doors over the past twenty-four hours. It was like it used to be, back when things were perfect and they were so in love. Yet, despite how familiar it felt to be with Quinn, it was as far from their old ways as they could be. It was laced with uncertainty, something that Rachel was never used to. Each move she made was calculated to perfection and it always had been. But this? This was a new level of uncertainty. This was ripping her heart from her chest and handing it over to Quinn once more after one night of perfection.
For all she knew it was only about sex for Quinn, maybe that was it. Some short fling or relighting of an old flame that would only burn for a few rounds before they grew tired of entertaining the complicated nature of their relationship and went back to existing like it had never happened.
Santana’s voice from outside the door brought Rachel out of her thoughts and she let out a sigh with a slightly forced smile. It was time to enjoy Atlantic City like they were supposed to be doing, like they had intended on doing the night before.
Quinn’s lips were connected to her skin once more and all worries and thoughts were pushed out of her mind and replaced with the glorious warmth that filled her body every time she was this close to the blonde.
“Mmm,” she murmured, tilting her head to give Quinn a little more access to her neck, “says the woman who looks like she just stepped off a runway.” She let her eyes rake over the blonde’s body appreciatively for just a moment more, trying to get any inappropriate glances out of her system before the two of them were with the rest of the wedding party.
Reluctantly, the two of them finally made their way out of the hotel room and back up to the familiar sweet. Though the memories were a little fuzzy from the alcohol, the moment they stepped inside visions of the two of them pressed together filled her mind. Rachel’s back pressed up against the door, their lips bruised as their hands started getting a little more and more daring with each sip of alcohol and passing moment.
“RACHEL!” Brittany called out from across the room as she stepped past Quinn and into the arms of her best friend. The taller blonde had an almost empty cup in her free hand and the brunette couldn’t help but let Brittany’s infectious laughter wash over her.
“Come on, Sarah and I are doing shots,” she said, tugging her hand across the room from where Santana seemed to be beckoning Quinn. With alcohol involved it was probably best to keep their distance for the evening. At least until the two of them were back in the privacy of their hotel room.
It seemed that she and Quinn had missed a solid half hour of drinking, the rest of the girls well on their way to a great buzz. It had been ages since Rachel had gone out more than one night in a row, though she knew this would be a pretty valid exception.
A shot glass was placed in her hand by the redhead, one of Brittany’s good friends whose name Rachel could never remember and she shook her head immediately. “Oh no no, I’m more of a fruity drink kind of-”
“Come on Rach,” Brittany said with a roll of her eyes, downing another shot as though it were water before speaking again, “you used to take shots with me all the time.”
The brunette laughed quietly, remembering the days after her breakup with Quinn (and a little during the rocky end of their relationship) of going out with Brittany and occasionally Santana for a much needed night out and a few shots to take her mind off of the stress. But that was a long time ago and she’d never particularly cared for shots, but they did the job and that had been enough.
“Okay, but only because you’re the bride and I’ll never hear the end of it if I don’t,” she conceded, taking a deep breath before throwing back the liquid. Her eyes shut and lips pursed at the familiar burn in her throat and she shuddered slightly, “I hate that.”
Brittany just rolled her eyes and poured another one, a bright grin on her lips, “You and I both know that you’ll be fine after a few more.”
Brittany was right and a few shots later and it was far easier to get the liquid down and Rachel felt a wonderful buzz washing over her. She threw back one more shot as Santana started clapping her hands together to get everyone’s attention to make their way down to the limo.
A few minutes later and the girls were all piling into the limo that would take them to whichever strip club Santana and Brittany deemed ideal. Rachel, by some miracle, ended up squished next to Quinn, their legs pressed together in the tight fit of the limo and each passing moment made Rachel’s heart race that much faster. For the briefest of moments, Rachel leaned against Quinn, giving her arm a light bump as she spoke, but not daring to linger long enough out of fear that Santana would glance her way or one of the other girls would notice anything unusual between them. “I’m happy you’re here too,” she whispered, eyes flickering up to meet a beautiful hazel pair.
Her fingers brushed against the back of Quinn’s hand on her way up to tuck a strand of hair behind her own ear and she smiled up at the woman just in time for the limo to halt to a stop. With a sigh, she tore her eyes away from Quinn and followed the rest of the girls out of the limo and onto the sidewalk. They were parked in front of a decent looking strip club, far better than some of the seedier ones Rachel had seen in movies and television shows.
As they made their way inside, Rachel fell into pace beside Brittany. It was her celebratory night after all and she wanted to make sure it was perfect. “I can’t wait -” the dancer exclaimed as she looped her arm through Rachel’s, practically tugging the brunette inside.
-that one time you hooked up with one of these hard working ladies.
Rachel must’ve misheard whatever Santana was saying to Quinn. It was probably nothing important and she chose to try and keep her focus on everything Brittany was saying - anything that didn’t fill her mind with jealousy of a time when Quinn wasn’t hers.
She ended up a less than a foot away from Quinn and settled down next to Brittany. Maybe she’d get used to this atmosphere and the barely dressed women that paraded around the dark club. The waitress came over to them, her breasts practically falling out of the slim piece of fabric. Rachel kept her eyes glued on the front of the stage on the far side of the room as the girl leaned in a little closer to Quinn than she would’ve liked.
She ordered her usual vodka and cranberry and tore her eyes away from the stage as a woman stepped out and into view, her gaze dropping to where she was fiddling with her fingers.
A familiar voice fluttered into her ears and she turned to face the blonde as Santana settled into the seat on the other side of Brittany.
“Hmm?” she said, pretending as though she were as comfortable as ever as she made a conscious effort to relax back into her seat, “Oh yeah, a blast.”
She let out a quiet laugh before shaking her head, “I’m not exactly used to the attire in here yet…or lack there of.”
They shared a quiet laugh as the woman brought over a tray with drinks for the women in the party and time started flying by. Slowly but surely Rachel felt a little more comfortable, maybe it was the alcohol - they were all a few drinks in and the room was spinning just a little every time she made any sudden move.
“Rach,” Brittany said, leaning against the brunette’s shoulder and giggling. “you need a lap dance. What about that cute blonde over there.”
Rachel’s eyes followed her gaze and she landed on a tall blonde across the room and she tilted her head appreciatively. She was rather…nice looking, she could agree to that, but she wasn’t sure she should necessarily be the recipient of any sort of lap dance this evening, unless it was from Quinn in the privacy of their hotel room much later. Where would she put her hands? Where did she look? There were too many uncomfortable variables.
“Or,” she suggested, smiling over at her friend, “how about we get you a lap dance since tonight is all about you after all.”
“Or,” Santana interjected, leaning over Brittany and smirking at Rachel with a quick glance past her to Quinn, “we can call that hot brunette over for Quinn.”
Before Rachel could protest, Santana was in motion, up and crossing the room to the flirty woman who had brought them their drinks and Rachel’s stomach was in knots. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and downed the rest of her drink in one sip.
“Isn’t this exciting?” Brittany clapped, leaning over to Rachel who nodded with a forced smile.
“Riveting”
Quinn:
Quinn could see the look in Santana’s eye when she suggested that the blonde get a lap dance. It was that mischievous look she always got when she knew she was about to do something for the sole purpose of messing with someone.
“San, really?” Quinn protested weakly as her supposed best friend walked away and towards the woman from earlier. The girl looked up and made eye contact with Quinn, offering her a flirtatious wink. Quinn blushed deeply, sputtering into her drink a little before finishing it off. She leaned over to set the glass back down on the table and when she straightened up the woman was right in front of her. Santana was smirking at her as she sat down next to Quinn once more.
“Hey, Sweetheart, my name is Poppy,” the stripper said almost immediately straddling Quinn. The blonde stiffened slightly but couldn’t help her eyes from drifting a little down the other woman’s chest. “Like what you see?”
Quinn blushed, hazel eyes snapping back up to the blue ones in front of her. Her fingers gripped the arm of the chair, knuckles almost white. She was hyper aware of Rachel next to her and hoped she didn’t look too okay with this situation. In the back of her mind she thought about what a messed up situation it was when she was worried about her ex-girlfriend being jealous while she got a lap dance and her actual girlfriend was hundreds of miles away right now. But then again, she had a pretty girl on her lap about to dance for her and the alcohol in her system was telling her this was an excellent idea.
The next song started and Poppy started to gyrate to the beat. Her perfume was too strong and far too sweet but her last drink made her far from caring about things like that. Poppy turned around and began to grind in Quinn’s lap, the blonde’s eyes raking down her back as her body moved. She heard hoots and hollers from the other girls at the party but paid no mind to them.
Especially when Poppy took Quinn’s hands from their place on the arm rest and put them on her moving hips. Poppy’s skin was soft and warm between her touch and Quinn felt her palms sweating from nervousness.
“It’s alright, Sweetie you can touch,” Poppy said as she turned around to snake her body up Quinn’s, moving between her legs, “I trust you. You’re not one of those guys trying to get more then their money’s worth.”
Quinn just nodded dumbly, gasping slightly when Poppy leaned forward and practically pushed the blonde’s face into her cleavage. She gave the other woman a charming smile as she looked up at her just as the song came to an end. Her hands fell dumbly to her sides and she felt Santana slip some money into her hand. Quinn didn’t even look to see how much it was, she just slipped it easily in the band of the strippers underwear with her eyes never leaving the other woman.
“Thanks, Poppy,” Quinn said softly, as the woman sauntered away. She heard a cackle from her side and only then realized that Santana was laughing at her. Shooting Santana a sharp look, Quinn just rolled her eyes and pretended to look unaffected. “Hope that was worth it for you, San.”
“It was definitely worth it for you,” Santana said leaning back in her seat almost cockily, “You practically popped a boner on that girl.”
Quinn scoffed and acted offended before taking a sip of the other drink that had been magically put in front of her. She looked back at Rachel and couldn’t help the blush that lit up her cheeks.
“Hey,” she said dumbly. She was at a complete loss for words. The lighting in the room was dim and it was slightly smokey but she could guess that Rachel wasn’t happy with what had just happened. Quinn silently prayed that she hadn’t acted like she was too into it and took a long sip of her drink. “So um, this is interesting. San and Britt sure do know how to throw a party.”
“Quinnie here loves our parties,” Santana said leaning forward to better talk to Rachel and draping her arm over the blonde’s shoulder. “Remember the graduation party we threw out Senior Year?” she turned to look at Rachel, “Q here had a girl on each arm. It was a sight to behold. I don’t think she’s ever gotten that lucky.”
Quinn was glad for the dark room. That way Rachel wouldn’t be able to see how tinted her cheeks were. “That’s not true,” she mumbled into her drink.
“Don’t be modest,” Santana said with a smirk, “You were quite the ladies lady after that Europe trip.”
She shrugged Santana off her shoulder and shot her a look before looking back at Rachel with an apologetic smile. “Are you um…having fun?”
Rachel:
Oh god. Rachel hadn’t even had so much as a moment to mentally prepare herself for watching another woman all over Quinn when Poppy arrived and practically hump the blonde. She wanted to shoot Santana a glare, daggers would shoot out of her eyes and she could gently remove Poppy from her girl. Except Quinn wasn’t hers and, while the thought had lingered in the back of her mind, she had never been more painfully aware of the nature of their relationship.
She took the last remnant of a sip from her glass, the ice hitting her lips as she silently prayed for her glass to miraculously refill with anything that could take her mind off of the gyrating that was happening next to her. Try as she might, she knew she wasn’t able to completely hide the scowl that flashed across her lips as she watched Poppy practically force her breasts into Quinn’s face. “Tacky,” she thought to herself as she set her empty glass on the table next to her, arms folded over her chest in some sort of pathetic attempt at easing her discomfort.
Rachel had never been more thankful for Brittany, replacing the empty glass by her side with a new drink just as Poppy was finishing her mating dance with Quinn and the brunette downed the considerably stronger beverage in a few sips. She was already feeling light headed, maybe from the shots back at the hotel, but no matter, she was relieved to have some sort of distraction from letting her thoughts be consumed by Quinn and whether or not another woman was touching her. If Santana could get her way, she’d more than likely have a few more woman cycle through. It was her sixth sense or psychic third eye or whatever intuition she continuously claimed to have that seemed to hone in on when Rachel or Quinn were painfully uncomfortable. Maybe it was how she gained her power, Rachel scoffed to herself, that had to be it.
Poppy sauntered away from their group, practically salivating as she glanced back at the blonde next to Rachel and the brunette fought every urge to roll her eyes. She shot Quinn a forced smile at her comment and nodded her head. That was something they could both agree on, Santana and Brittany sure knew how to throw an interesting party and there was no denying that this was interesting. Though Rachel wasn’t sure it was a good thing this time around.
But before she could so much as reply, Santana was slipping into their bubble once more, likely powered by her sixth sense, and did her best to make Rachel feel as uncomfortable in her seat as possible. Thinking about their senior year wasn’t something she tried to do often, but alas, it seemed to be at the forefront of Santana’s thoughts these days.
“I’m sure it was a blast,” Rachel agreed noncommittally. If there was anything she’d learned about Santana over the years it was that she lived to get a reaction out of anyone and while it was her celebration, Rachel wasn’t going to give her that much satisfaction. Not tonight and not over this.
Though Santana could probably read her mind and was more than aware that it was affecting Rachel more than she’d ever let on. Just the thought of Quinn being surrounded by other women that soon after their breakup….after the trip to Europe - the reason their relationship ended in the first place…she cringed at the thought and glanced up at hazel eyes. She was met with an apologetic smile that she appreciated more than anything. “We were all young and crazy back then,” she said, hoping to effectively brush the topic to the side for the time being.
With a small nod, she drew in a deep breath through her nose, doing her best to stop the useless discomfort she felt regarding thinking of Quinn with anyone that wasn’t her. “I’m having a blast,” she mused as Santana slipped away when Brittany slipped her arms around the girl’s waist and Rachel nodded her head towards the happy couple, “she’s a handful. I keep forgetting just how these sorts of parties end up. It’s why I try to avoid them at all costs.”
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear out of habit, crossing her legs as she turned to face Quinn a little better, unsure of when she had become this nervous to have a simple conversation, “How about you? Having fun yet?”
Quinn:
Just the mere act of Rachel tucking her hair behind her ear really took Quinn’s breath away. It was something about the elegance of her fingers and the way that her hair reflected the low lights that made her want to lean over and kiss her soundly on the lips. Although, that might also have to do with the fact that alcohol was in her veins and a beautiful girl had just gyrated on her lap, but she really just wanted to take Rachel into her arms and kiss her.
“I um…yeah I’m having fun,” Quinn said noncommittally. Truly she was having a great time given the circumstances. She definitely couldn’t complain when she was feeling tipsy and had Rachel here by her side. Not to mention all of the beautiful girls walking around. “It’s definitely helping that you’re here,” she said softly, knocking their shoulders together. She offered Rachel a small smile and resisted her need to lean down and press their lips together ever so softly. She was close enough that she could smell Rachel’s perfume and it was making her dizzy. That and probably because she was on her…which drink was this? Three? Four? At least since they got here.
It may have been years since she had been around Rachel, but Quinn could still read her body language fairly well. She was definitely uncomfortable which seemed to be Santana’s intention from the start of the night. If it weren’t for the eyes all glancing over at them curiously from the rest of the bachelorette party then Quinn would slip her arm around Rachel’s waist and draw her close, kiss her temple and ease her back into being comfortable. But she could feel Santana’s eyes looking for any sort of movement out of the ordinary that she could pounce on.
Quinn thought of the one time that Santana had dragged her and Gabby to a strip club early into their relationship. Quinn was jumpy at the beginning of the night, worried Santana would do all she could to make the night hell.
But Gabby ended up being more into the idea of a strip club then Quinn was and fully embraced it. That was officially the night that Santana and Gabby became great friends. The two of them were ordering drinks and talking to girls, getting lap dances. They were like two slightly perverted peas in a pod and Quinn loved it.
“Maybe if you drink a little more it’ll be more fun?” Quinn suggested with a tipsy smile, shaking her own glass. Poppy came back over with a tray of drinks and set one down in front of each of them. “Thank you,” Quinn said picking up the drink and handing it to Rachel.
“No problem, honey,” Poppy said with a wink. Quinn blushed and quickly looked away, instead turning to Rachel.
“I’m glad you’re here,” Quinn whispered, leaning forward just enough so that one Rachel could hear, “I’m glad we’re here together.”
Rachel:
Quinn’s shoulder nudged Rachel’s ever so lightly, but she savored the moment as if she had actually leaned over and pressed their lips together like they had so many times over the past twenty four hours. But Rachel could feel Santana’s eyes flickering back to the two of them from where she stood wrapped up in Brittany. That, coupled with the occasional glances from the rest of the women in the wedding party and she knew she needed to bring the doe-eyed smile back to a neutral expression before anyone thought their brief moment of subtle intimacy meant anything more than a friendly interaction between exes.
Quinn’s words continued to echo in her mind, reverberating off of the walls of her brain and swirling through her thoughts continuously as their eyes lingered on one another. It’s definitely helping that you’re here. If she was any more sober she would be laughing at herself. This wasn’t some sort of childish flirting relationship where she could pine after Quinn like she had their freshman year. But she couldn’t help the way her heart fluttered every time Quinn so much as acknowledged her presence or alluded to the two of them being better off because they were together. And, for now, the fuzziness in her brain definitely wasn’t objecting to the warmth she felt each time she thought about the blonde and her together.
“You might just be right,” she agreed as Poppy returned with a tray of drinks for the group. Another drink wouldn’t hurt, though she was sure she’d feel this in the morning. Rachel couldn’t remember the last time she’d gone out like this prior to seeing Quinn, but here she was on her third drink since entering the club and probably the seventh of the night and she had absolutely no problem with entertaining Santana’s need to go out and let her hair down for a few days.
Rachel picked up her new drink, politely passing Poppy the empty glasses next to her and attempting to subdue the glare the woman deserved for openly flirting with Quinn so frequently. She could feel Santana’s eyes burning holes into her skin already, there was no need to add any fuel to the fire. At least not until Quinn and Rachel could sit down and talk about what they were, if they were entertaining the idea of being them again, or if this was just some casual thing….Rachel wanted to smack herself upside the head. She needed to stop letting her mind wander to all of the questions she didn’t quite want to know the answers to while they were enjoying their weekend together in Atlantic City. So, instead of entertaining the curiosity any longer, she took another large gulp of her drink and let her elbow brush against Quinn’s for a moment longer than necessary, savoring the way her skin practically burned, longing for more than just a fleeting touch from the blonde.
Just as she was prepared to rejoin the conversations happening all around her, Quinn’s voice danced its way into her ear once more, murmuring sweet words in a raspy and melodic tone. It sent shivers down her spine and Rachel didn’t even bother hiding the giddy smile that tugged at her lips. A smile couldn’t be interpreted as anything other than friendly.
“I’m glad we’re here together too,” she beamed, returning the nudge Quinn had given her earlier. Her eyes travelled to Santana, who was fixated on the current dancer up on the main stage and Rachel took that opportunity to let her voice drop softly so as to not be overheard by even Sarah, who was the closest to the pair of them a few chairs away. “But I can’t wait until later tonight when we can enjoy being here together some more.”
Santana’s eyes darted back to them as if her psychic senses had detected a ripple in the energy of the room and Rachel plastered on the most placid expression she could, sipping her drink as though nothing had happened before standing and walking up to the other woman.
“I think it’s time we find a nice lady for you, San…give you a taste of your own medicine.”
But, unlike Quinn, who had seemed incredibly awkward with Poppy gyrating on her lap, Santana was living for the redhead they’d stumbled upon only a handful of moments after Rachel opened her mouth. Brittany and the rest of the girls were absolutely elated with the infectious energy from the bride-to-be and Rachel simply rolled her eyes, smiling at the scene in front of her. She shouldn’t have expected anything less from Santana.
The drinks continued to flow and by the seventh or eight refill, Rachel was sure the room was spinning. It just had to be one of those fancy clubs with the spinning rooms, though she didn’t know they could spin that quickly. Surely it wasn’t safe.
She found Quinn once more, having been separated by Sarah who insisted she couldn’t go to the bathroom without Rachel, and leaned her weight against the blonde. “I think I like strip clubs,” she grinned, her words slurred together, “You know, if this teaching thing doesn’t work out I think I’ll just come back here and make some quick cash.”
The giggles spilled from her lips and Brittany, who was sitting on the other side of Quinn joined in, “I can give you pointers, Rach.”
Santana practically snorted in response. “Britt could give you some excellent lessons, Berry. I’m sure Quinnie here wouldn’t mind being your test subject either.”
Quinn:
Quinn wasn’t entirely sure how much she had drunk at this point. But she knew that the room was spinning and she was staring far too long at the girls on the stage to be polite. Rachel had left her side at some point when Sarah came and dragged her off to the bathroom. The alcohol in her system let her eyes wander a little too long below Rachel’s waist.
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t just watch you ogle Berry’s ass as she walked away,” Santana said with far too much clarity for someone who had easily drunk more then twice what Quinn had.
“I didn’t,” Quinn slurred with a scoff as she took another drink.
“It’s okay, you’re drunk enough that I’ll let you have a pass on this one. You always get horny when you’re drunk,” Santana said slinging a heavy arm around the blonde’s shoulder. “You really should be careful around Berry though.”
Quinn just blushed and kept her eyes on the stage in front of her. “And why’s that?”
“You were always stupid around her,” Santana explained, “And she’s equally as stupid around you.”
Quinn just pretended she didn’t know what Santana was talking about and kept watching the girl on stage. She knew how her and Rachel were around each other. They had always had poor judgement when it came to each other. Rachel had successfully turned Quinn into a complete idiot.
Agreeing to anything to spend time with her and get to know her without even thinking twice. The second time around was clearly not any different. She was already making stupid stupid mistakes when it came to the brunette.
The phone in her pocket began to vibrate and Quinn pulled it out. Gabby’s face lit up the screen and Quinn couldn’t help but smile as she accepted the call.
“Hey, baby,” she said ducking a little behind Santana to better hear on the phone, “How are you?”
“I’m good. I’m sorry I’m calling you when you’re busy I just wanted to say hi,” Gabby said with a small yawn, “You having fun? You sound like you’re having fun.”
“Yeah it’s a lot of fun. I wish you were here though,” Quinn slurred. Santana said something that sounded remotely dirty but Quinn couldn’t hear her. “I’ll be back in two days though.”
“I can’t wait,” Gabby said softly with another yawn, “Alright I’ll talk to you later, babe. Have fun.”
“Night, baby,” Quinn said with a small hiccup. She put the phone back in her pocket just as Rachel sat back down on the other side of her. Gabby was almost completely forgotten as she looked at Rachel. Santana got up saying something about another lap dance and Brittany quickly took her place just as Rachel was leaning up against Quinn. She joked about working here if she ever needed cash and Quinn swallowed thickly, images of Rachel gyrating in lingerie assaulting her mind. Then Brittany joined in and the conversation was going great until Santana butted in.
Quinn rolled her eyes and shot Santana a look, trying not to look too excited about the prospect of Rachel stripping for her.
“Shut it, San,” she said instead, hoping it looked like she just shrugged off the comment. Even if she was a little more flushed then she was just moments before.
“You didn’t deny it,” Santana said smugly. Brittany hit her fiancees arm and looked over at Rachel.
“I think you’d be a really sexy stripper, Rach,” Brittany said with a nod. She was looking the most over out of all of them weirdly enough. “Don’t you think, Q?”
Quinn’s eyes got big and she took a long sip of her drink. “Um, yeah, sure,” she mumbled staring at the stage once again. Santana practically cackled in delight at Quinn’s discomfort but she tried to ignore it. Her phone buzzed again and she took it out to glance at it. Gabby had sent her a picture of herself blowing a kiss to the camera and the words ‘Goodnight beautiful’ under it. Quinn smiled and put her phone back in her pocket, turning her attention back to Rachel.
“How much longer until you think they’ll tire out and we can go back to the hotel?” Quinn whispered over to the brunette. Santana had already lost interest in them and was paying attention to something else. “There’s only so much more they can drink before they pass out.”
Rachel:
Rachel almost choked on the last sip of her drink at the conversation unfolding in front of her. She needed it to be her last or she would end up going far past an enjoyable night out and head straight for a morning of a migraine and being sick in the bathroom; she might’ve already crossed that line, she’d lost count quite some time ago. The last thing she wanted to talk about with Brittany and Santana was whether or not Quinn would enjoy her stripping. That subject was more than off limits and she ducked her head slightly, humming an affirmation as her gaze shifted back towards the far stage. No one else needed to know that she was more than aware that Quinn was a fan of her stripping and vice versa. She didn’t dare meet Quinn’s eyes for the next few moments until Santana’s attention vanished and it wasn’t until Quinn spoke to her again that she even turned to face the blonde - just for safe measure.
“I’m sure we only have another thirty minutes or so before they’re ready to head home…I hope,” she replied, setting her empty glass down on the table in front of them. Sure enough, she was right. Within about twenty minutes the group was stumbling out onto the sidewalk and straight into the limo that Santana had called to pick them up.
It was a short drive back to the hotel and they were all packed into an elevator within another five minutes. Rachel was exhausted and she leaned against the back wall of the elevator directly behind Quinn. They’d managed to survive the night relatively unscathed and it seemed as though they were in the clear. At least for tonight. Santana and Brittany were wrapped up in one another, murmuring something that seemed inappropriate if Sarah’s blushing cheeks and wide eyes were any indication.
One by one they piled out of the elevator and dispersed to their rooms. Santana and Brittany stayed behind to head up to their floor, lips pressed together so firmly that they probably didn’t even notice everyone else say their goodbyes.
“Some night,” Rachel mumbled as she unlocked their room and waved another goodbye to one of the other girls. She held open the door for Quinn, following in behind and making a beeline for the bed. The brunette flopped back against the mattress with a huff, kicking off her heels and running her hands over her face.
“I can’t remember the last time I was out this late,” she mumbled mostly to herself. She sat up far too quickly to smile across the room at Quinn and the room started to spin faster than it had before. Rachel put her hands on either side of her body, gripping the mattress as she steadied herself, “Or the last time I had this much to drink.”
Quinn:
Quinn couldn’t help but scoff and roll her eyes at Santana being all over Britt in the limo. Admittedly it was out of jealousy partially. She wished she could just put an arm around her and kiss the side of her head. In this case it would most likely be her placing a sloppy kiss somewhere near her face with the amount of alcohol that was flowing through her system.
It didn’t even when they got into the elevator either. They were all tucked into a corner and Quinn hated it. She also hated the way the walls were spinning around them. As they all piled out of the elevator on their floor, Quinn throwing Santana a dirty look. She stumbled out and followed Rachel down the hall towards their room. Her eyes naturally wandered down Rachel’s body but instantly snapped back up and she looked around guiltily. Not that it mattered when everyone else was so drunk that they would never notice.
She leaned against the wall, head throws back as she tried to control the spinning of the hall around her. Rachel opened the door and Quinn slid inside behind her. The brunette almost immediately collapsed on the bed and Quinn just giggled at her.
“Mm, last time I drank this much was probably college,” Quinn slurred. Despite her drunken state, she could pretty perfectly remember when she last felt this drunk. It was when she was in Europe with Gabby before they were together at all. It was the alcohol that partially led to their kissing for the first time. It was a good night. A smile bloomed on her face and she toed off her shoes before collapsing on the bed next to Rachel. Humming non-coherently, she looked over at Rachel and reached for her hand.
“This was fun,” Quinn said with a yawn, “this whole weekend. I’m going to miss it.”
She felt her eyes get heavy and she squeezed Rachel’s hand, wishing with her drunken mind that this wouldn’t end.
