It had been a long day of rehearsals, so Emma’s offer to have some milkshakes and burgers made him happy. He was already downtown, so it wouldn’t take that long to get to her place. The fact that he was hungry made it more exciting. Being home after a week of filming was great--it meant he could relax a bit, even if he had decided to sign up for the play, that still meant he could take some time to relax. Plus, his dogs were happy to be back again.
After walking from the theatre to the housing district, Grant knocked on Emma’s door lightly. He fixed his shirt and pat down his hair. A day of dancing and singing and working on his lines made him hungry. And how could he say no to a homecooked meal after his day or work? He really couldn’t. Hopefully he didn’t look too scruffed up after a day of rehearsals.
Mercy: was glad to be spending time doing homework at Sam's. They had a started doing their homework together at the beginning of the year. They had tried going to the library but got kicked out for talking so much. Pushing aside her textbook and paper, she grabbed one of the cookies Hattie made for them and sighed. "I hate math! What do I even need it for?" She had some kind of "math" breakdown everyday. It was her worse subject and the fact that her Father didn't accept B's made things even worse for her. She glanced at Sam. "Sammy, you can do it for me right?"
Emilia put on her lace bra and panties that were purple and black with lace and checked herself in the mirror. Her finger running through her long dark hair. She was curious how this night was going to go with Mikayla but she knew so matter what happened they would only do and talk about what the girl was comfortable. Even though she was one to manipulate in the past, she knew the girl deserved to get a chance to explore what she could possibly want without any judgement and with someone she could trust. She understood what it was like to not be sure what she wanted, she knew if she could have a chance to just give something a try even to just see if she liked the touch or a kiss of a certain gender without any worry it would make the part of her finding her sexuality in life that much easier.
When she was all ready she threw on a purple a dress over her surprise for the girl just in case she just wanted for the two of them to talk instead. After she was ready she headed for the empty room they said they would meet in and stepped in and took a seat on the bed waiting for the blonde to arrive.
Notes: After Marley hears back from one of the many contests, it makes her think about her career path and bringing down her mood. Along with reflecting with what she’s been feeling.
Marley was having a great day, minus the fact that her coffee had spilled onto her entire outfit between classes.She had thought her luck was turning around when she had found her lucky pencil in her coat pocket but it turned back right around. She had opened up an email from one of the many places she sent one of her songs to over break, and hoped it was good news. It wasn’t.
‘Dear Ms. Rose,
We want to say thank you so much for emailing us one of your songs. After a long consideration, it was not perfect for the contest. You are more than welcome to try again...’
She closed her laptop before she finished it and placed the computer against her wall. This couldnt happen, especially at this time when she was fighting her feelings for Cal, getting adjusted to classes along with the homework load, and having her parents divorce hanging over her head, Cullen’s hospital trip last week. One of her songs gotten rejected, again and didnt know how much longer she could do this. Everyone around her had received great news, not that she wasn’t happy for them, but she was tired of not having luck on her side. Song after song, forms after forms, and getting the same result. This wasn’t the first time this had brought her mood down. Usually she could bounce back from this, but she wasn’t for sure this time. Since she was giving the one person who can usually bring her mood up some space and havent talked to him since last week. But would it be that bad to text him? She let out a sigh as she grabbed her phone, scrolled through her messages and lightly bit down on her bottom lip. She rolled her eyes to herself, tossed her phone onto her completed homework and leaned against the headboard. 'No, you need to give him space, you have to give yourself some space too. Maybe after this, you guys can talk but not right now.' She thought to herself and let out a groan when she laid onto her bed. She looked up to see the letter that she had wrote out,grabbed the letter and scanned it. Then she folded it into letter size, grabbed a sharpie and wrote on the enveloped, ‘Things I’ll never say.’ And placed it into the enveloped before she hid the enveloped underneath her bed. She figured this way, when she could write out her feelings and never send the letters. It was her way of accepting things on how they were and she needed to be one with herself.
She let out a breath, hoped it was the right move since she needed to accept it.
GENERAL NOTES → Rachel brings over The Princess Bride and Tequila. What could go wrong?
QUINN: Curled up on the couch, a throw blanket over her legs, Quinn flipped the page of The Girl on the Train and continued to read. The apartment was clean, laundry done and out away, she had even bought the groceries she needed for the week. That was how she justified losing herself in fiction for the rest of the night, or more likely the weekend. An hour or so earlier, Santana had called and read her the riot act for not exploring the city. Apparently a year in NYC was supposed to mean hitting up the bars and 'picking up chicks', but she preferred a much quieter existence especially after the long week at work.
Quinn had contemplated texting Rachel to maybe start a movie night, but with Matt out of town, she assumed the other woman was busy with Eli and Grace, far too busy to entertain her. Throw in the book was actually quite good and an easy read, and she actually couldn't complain. Other people might find it boring, but too bad for them. She was completely content and that was good enough.
An insistent knock on the door abruptly pulled her away from the story and she bookmarked the page as she stood to peer through the security viewfinder. A glimpse down reminded her she was in a white tank top without a bra and in green lounge pants patterned with cheese pizza. Probably not the best attire for company but she hadn't been expecting anyone. Looking through the tiny glass, Quinn was startled to find it wasn't the older woman in 4B but instead none other than Rachel standing outside her door.
Quinn unlocked the bolts and the chain, swinging it open. A slow smile spread over her face even as she glanced around looking for the kids but didn't find them trailing behind. "Hey. What are you ... I mean I wasn't expecting .... Where are the minis? Where are my manners? Please come in."
RACHEL: The weekend had taken a surprise turn when Matt showed up at Rachel's apartment unannounced with a bag full of presents for the kids and a bright smile on his face. She wanted to be mad for not getting a call sooner, but one look at Grace's and Eli's face and she couldn't help but smile as they practically tackled their father in excitement. It was the longest they'd been without him in a while and she figured maybe a few days with him was just what they needed. And maybe what Rachel needed. She had been running on almost empty between the start of rehearsals and juggling keeping the children alone full time. She was used to her weekend rest days anyway and with Eli battling some sort of head cold, it was probably best he infect Matt instead. He could still pull off his role with a case of the sniffles.
She laid around for an hour or so before finally deciding that rest and relaxation wasn't in her vocabulary. So she decided to be spontaneous for once, grabbing one of the nicer bottles of tequila from the back of her liquor cabinet and a copy of the Princess Bride from the shelf with the rest of the dvds. Now all she needed was the hope that Quinn was home. She was still dressed from her day out and about with the kids, hair and makeup done and a cozy sweater and a pair of black jeans to go with matching boots. But the spontaneity would likely dissipate if she lingered around much longer.
Within fifteen minutes, she was climbing out of the cab in front of the address Quinn had given her in case of emergencies and she made her way up to the unit. She was a bundle of nerves and excitement, knocking on the door with hopes that Quinn would answer. Her hopes came true moments later when she was greeted with a beautifully casual blonde. "Hi, I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she said as she took a half step inside, holding up the bottle of clear liquor and the dvd, "I thought if you weren't up to anything, you and I could cash in on that tequila movie night. What do you say Fabray?"
QUINN: "Wellll - my couch and I had a date with a novel but since you brought the good stuff, Berry." She bit back a smirk, emphasizing the last word, and ushered Rachel inside closing and locking the door behind her. "Where are the little people?"
Quinn was instantly relieved that she had cleaned up the apartment earlier. It would have been terribly embarrassing if Rachel had seen her stacks of papers spread all over the dining table and the pile of books she had intended to re-shelf laying haphazardly on the on the floor instead. "I thought about texting earlier but didn't want to interrupt your weekend with the kids."
RACHEL: "Hot date," she said with a snarky smirk, though it was all in jest. Rachel set the bottle down on the nearby table and smiled to face Quinn, her apartment was quaint. She was right though, it did lack the warmth and definitely felt like it was just moved into. They would be redecorating sooner rather than later.
"The little people are with Matt, he took the weekend off to come surprise them and surprised me in the process," she was truly happy that the kids would have time with their father though, "so suddenly my responsibilities are nonexistent."
She waved her hand and shook her head, "Text me anytime, the kids keep asking when you're babysitting again. Suddenly Vanessa, our usual sitter, has gotten incredibly boring to them. Apparently she doesn't let them built as big of forts."
QUINN: "I'm sure they loved having their dad surprise them and I'm fond of you dropping in when your responsibilities shift. Win win." Quinn wasn't Matt's biggest fan in general. Their history, that he married Rachel and gave her those two precious children, was a huge sticking point. She blamed him for stealing Rachel and had a hard time letting that go. However, and this was big, meeting Eli and Grace, hearing them talk about their father, she would never doubt how much they meant to him and him to them.
"Poor Vanessa. I'm a tough act to follow and she should know big big forts are essential to managing the chaos." Quinn shook her head, tsking playfully. "I'll keep that in mind because I really enjoyed hanging with them both times. Their energy is addicting."
Quinn stepped around the half wall and into the kitchen to get some shot glasses --- and some waters. They were probably going to need some snacks but she would work through that later. "Hang your coat and I'll give you the two bit tour. All two minutes because the apartment is pretty small."
RACHEL: She nodded, a quiet laugh on her lips as she shrugged off her coat, "Daddy brought presents from set, so they are more than thrilled." Matt wasn't something they talked about, another forbidden topic for the two of them just like the tension of their past and the breakup itself. But there were moments, specifically moments involving the kids when Matt was a fair topic of conversation. The past was the past when it came to Grace and Eli and Rachel wouldn't have it any other way. She followed Quinn's directions and hung her coat up before taking the few paces to walk into the kitchen.
"You are a pretty hard act to follow, I'm having a difficult time getting back to being the cool mom. All Eli's been talking about is your Jedi battle." With a gesture to the apartment, she gave Quinn's arm a nudge, "Let me see this place. I have to start getting my design ideas together before its time for you to move."
QUINN: "Aww. My young Padawan makes me so proud. I owe him a rematch. If you feel up to it next weekend, maybe we can watch Episode 4 with the kids and I'll give you a few pointers on light saber fights." Okay so she had just invited herself over to Rachel's, inserted herself into their plans, and that was probably too much but she couldn't make herself take it back.
"This is the living room, the smallest dining area - it's too small to be called a room and the kitchen." Quinn gestured to pretty much all of the visible space round them before guiding Rachel down the short hallway toward the bedroom and bathroom. "My bedroom." She moved to the side allowing Rachel to step into the doorway. The room was the one that most reflected her space. The colors were more vibrant and she had placed photos on her dresser and night stand, a little art on the walls - colorful and abstractish. "And the bathroom."
Quinn leaned against the doorway close enough to the brunette that she could feel the heat of her body and hear the wheels in her head spinning. "Oh goodness. You are plotting, aren't you?"
RACHEL: "The lessons would probably be very useful. It's a date," she agreed, choosing to ignore the word choice that brought a blush to her cheeks as she followed Quinn through the apartment, looking at each small detail. The decor was far more mature than when the two of them had been together, though it was still intrinsically Quinn. Books - that was the one item that hadn't changed and they were everywhere and it was more comforting than she ever could have imagined.
She peeked into the bedroom, smiling as the familiar smell that Quinn had managed to keep over the years wafted over her and consumed her senses. A mixture of her choice of laundry detergent, perfume, and just herself and Rachel wished she could bottle it for the lonely nights when she was feeling more nostalgic than she cared to admit.
"I'm definitely plotting," she mused, tapping her lips with the tip of her index finger, "Your bedroom doesn't need much help, but the rest of the apartment could use some Berry magic if you will."
QUINN: Quinn felt her cheeks flush at the word 'date'. Sure, she knew Rachel didn't mean it /that/ way, but it was a struggle to not let her mind wander back to when there had been dates or to consider what it might be like to go on a date now. She knew it was a terrible terrible idea to entertain but she couldn't help it. Groaning internally she acknowledged that she was starting to slip up, to lose track of the clearly defined boundaries of their current relationship.
"And if I won't, will you refuse to sprinkle your fairy dust on it?" Quinn laughed and playfully rolled her eyes. "I'm kind of scared over here, but the apartment is a blank slate for all of your magic, Rach. The landlord said as long as whatever we do isn't permanent, it's fine."
"There's one more thing - I have a small terrace off the living room." She guided Rachel back toward the living room and to the blinds covering the slider. "It's too cold to be out there for long now, but in the spring, I want to put a couple of chairs out there so I can read."
RACHEL: She rolled her eyes playfully. Of course she would be sprinkling her fairy dust on the entire apartment. It was a fun hobby outside of the theater but still creative enough to keep her from going too crazy. Quinn would love it no matter what and she knew it. "The landlord probably shouldn't be giving me that much freedom with your apartment, though he'll never know either way."
She followed Quinn back into the living room to glance towards where the terrace would be. A place for Quinn to read in the nice weather. It was a dream and Rachel couldn't wait to help her pull the place together. "You made it sound like you were living in a shoe box, Quinn. You have a lovely apartment and it's so close to feeling like your home I can taste it."
She offered up a smile, raising a brow at the girl, "Besides it's the perfect party pad. I'll have to keep it in mind for all of my grand fiestas. I have so many of them, you know."
QUINN: "Not a shoe box, but ... it lacks the warmth and personality of your place. That's all." Quinn glanced around at the neutral and whiteish walls and the mostly brown furniture gesturing as if to say 'case in point'. Quinn had been in the apartment long enough to have a few throws with color, some pillows on the sofa but it seemed futile. It wasn't as if the apartment was going to be permanent anyway.
"The perfect party pad? Oh my, Babe." Quinn ducked her chin to her chest laughing so hard she didn't even realize the endearment as it fell from her tongue. "Seriously. My idea of a good Saturday night is reading on my sofa. What part of that screams wild party place? But sure. You keep it in mind for your grand fiestas."
RACHEL: Babe. The word sent a flood of memories through her entire body and all she wanted to do was curl up and hear that word fall from Quinn's mouth over and over again until the past brought the familiar feelings of guilt along with it. But she brushed it off as if nothing had happened, though her mind was reeling a million miles per hour. "And my idea of a good Saturday is a movie marathon and maybe a glass of wine. I can't remember the last time I went to a party that wasn't work related."
Rachel shrugged her shoulders, desperately wanting to move on from the thoughts of Quinn calling her Babe and what that meant and if it meant anything. She'd think herself into oblivion if she let herself. "My kind of party is the one we're about to have," she said with a grin, grabbing the bottle of tequila and handing it over to Quinn, "Pour us some shots and I'll pop in the movie."
QUINN: "Two peas in a pod then." Quinn took the bottle and opened the lid pouring a decent amount into both glasses. Swirling the liquid around, she played with it briefly in the light much as she had done with the wine in the fire's light at Rachel's. There was always something interesting to her examining the way each alcohol clung to the glass running in different patterns depending on its thickness.
"As you wish." Quinn winked, teasing the brunette for her take charge attitude even though it was more than comforting that they had regressed to that level of familiarity. She placed hers on the end table near her end of the couch and Rachel's on the coffee table. Folding the throw she had been using earlier, she placed it along the back of the sofa in case one of them needed it as the evening progressed. She stowed her book out of the way and fluffed the pillow for Rachel's section. "A toast to Princess Buttercup and Wesley - may our evening be smoother than their path to true love."
RACHEL: They had always been two peas in a pod. Ever since their friendship blossomed all of those years ago, the two girls realized just how alike they were - after they stopped shining a light on all the ways that they were different. It had been refreshing to find a friend in college who would rather stay in than go out and would much rather curl up with a good book or movie than with a random stranger from a bar. It probably helped that they were both so far wrapped up in one another that the thought of being with anyone else was completely foreign, even during their days of simple friendship.
The dvd was in the machine and it only took Rachel a moment or two to figure out just how to operate Quinn's entertainment system before the title screen was up on the tv and a triumphant smile was on her lips. "Perfect," she said mostly to herself before walking over to Quinn and picking up her shot glass. She followed suit, holding it in the air with a smile as Quinn made her toast. "Here's to hoping," Rachel said with a wink, holding up her shot glass before downing the contents in one quick swig. The tequila was smooth, but it burned and she puckered her lips and closed her eyes as the sensation washed over her. "Oh god, I forgot how much I hate taking the first couple of shots."
QUINN: "I forgot how much tequila burns on the first one." Quinn croaked out shaking her head from left to right, her eyes watering as she fought against the cough that would only make it worse. "But this is the good stuff, almost sweet. You definitely didn't go for the cheapest."
The blonde slid down onto the couch tucking her feet under her as the title screen repeated for at least the third time. "One more and we'll hit play." Pouring another generous amount into their glasses, Quinn held Rachel's gaze over the rim of her glass as she downed the shot with only a small sputter this time out. Her belly burned as much as her throat and her head was already swimming. She was a lightweight to say the least and it wouldn't take much for her to move to full on drunk with the potency of the drink.
Grabbing the remote, Quinn pressed play and dropped it to the cushion next to her. "Are we dividing the parts or screaming out whatever we remember? 'Cause I want dibs on Billy Crystal's bit."
RACHEL: "You and me both," she said, shaking her head and pushing past the initial burn, "the first is the worst." She sat down on the couch net to Quinn, kicking off her boots before curling her legs beside her and relaxing back against the cushion, "If I'm taking shots of tequila, we're using the good stuff. It's worth the expense."
Quinn poured them another full glass and Rachel slung it back again before setting her shot glass on the coffee table. She'd give it some time to kick in before she launched in on the third one. Rachel knew both of them were lightweights and it had been quite some time since she had consumed any amount of hard liquor, let alone taken shots. It was her way of being wild and crazy, even if the rest of their night was rather subdued.
"Hmm, you can have Billy's part if I can have the priest's," she said with a grin, smiling across at the blonde, "but the rest of the movie is fair game. We'll just shout out what we know."
The opening scene began to play and by the time they were ten minutes into the movie, Rachel could feel the effects of the alcohol. Her entire body was warm and her mind was buzzing just a little, enough to where a third shot sounded like a good idea and she poured herself and Quinn one, for whenever she was ready, and took it before laying back against the pillows.
"Do you remember that time that you insisted you were Buttercup? I think you were a few more shots in and you were convinced you could play her in the revival. You should really pitch that idea again."
QUINN: "Ohhh. I forgot the priest ... damn, but deal. I get crazy Billy and you get twue wuv." Quinn accepted the 3rd shot throwing it back with only a little grimace. That would be the last one she would have a number for as her mind blurred around the edges and she slumped into the cushions of the couch.
Her mouth moved along with the words of as much as she could remember giggling as she stumbled over a few things. She could hardly wait for the first time Wesley and Buttercup rolled down the hill. That sequence held a special place for her even if she couldn't pinpoint why.
"God. I do. But you argued back that I was more suited for Wesley and looked better in all black. We debated this for hours until you announced you made a better damsel in distress and I had to rescue you with a kiss as if this was a Disney film. Argument over." Quinn's body was warm all over, her tongue feeling thick in her mouth. "It's so hot in here."
RACHEL: When her eyes weren't glued to the screen, they were on Quinn, watching with rapt attention as they mouthed the words along to what they could remember. It seemed as though they'd retained most of it, but a few lines here and there were lost on them. Giggles filled the gaps and for the first time in a long time, and maybe it was the tequila talking, she felt completely comfortable with Quinn sitting next to her. Then again, she had a pretty great buzz going.
"I do make a better damsel in distress," she concluded, smiling over at Quinn with a wide grin, "and I still stand by my point. You look far better in all black. I would have looked ridiculous if I was Wesley, still would." It was one of her favorite movies, maybe it had been the countless times she and Quinn watched it, or maybe it was just that good of a story, but Rachel was on cloud nine. The heat from the apartment, or the alcohol, was making the sweater seem like a poor choice and she fanned herself lightly as Quinn spoke. "I made an error in outfit choice," she said with a tipsy giggle, rolling the sleeves of her sweater up to her elbows before grabbing the water Quinn had laid out for them.
QUINN: "Shh. This is one of my favorite parts." Quinn sat up to the edge of the couch, her movements sloppier than they should have been, and very dramatically joined the actors on screen as they started the war of words with the poison. So what if she only remember a third of the words, it was still awesome.
"Okay okay. You can talk now. Except we need another shot. They drank from the cups, we should too." Quinn considered for a moment her logic was probably off and she had more than enough tequila in her system, but pushed the thought aside and poured another for each of them. More than half of the bottle was already gone and they were far from halfway through the movie.
Watching intently as Rachel pushed at her sleeves, Quinn bit her lip and giggled. "You're wearing too much. See ...." She plucked at her tank top pulling it away from her abs and letting it fall back against her skin appreciating the puff of air as it moved across her cheeks. " ... but you look super nice. Did you go out earlier too?"
RACHEL: The brunette immediately silenced at Quinn's hushing. It was one of her favorite parts as well but the tequila was making it a little more difficult to focus than she would like to admit. Regardless, it was fun to watch Quinn attempt to quote along with the movie.
She took the next shot without so much as a bat of her eyelashes and she was practically floating. So maybe tequila hadn't been the best idea, she would either wake up with a hangover or embarrassment and either one was something she could ignore as she poured one more shot for each of them. For good measure.
Quinn's compliment made her blush, or maybe that was the alcohol. She shrugged her shoulders, "Just some work stuff, nothing too thrilling." But then she pursed her lips together and nodded, "You're right. I'm wearing too many clothes." Before she could second guess herself, the sweater was coming off, leaving Rachel sitting in just her jeans and black bra and a smile on her lips. It was completely innocent, the nature of her actions lost in her cloudy mind. "Better," she said as she relaxed back against the couch.
QUINN: Quinn tossed back the tequila the moment Rachel handed it to her, the glass pinging on the coffee table as she placed it none too gently on the wooden surface. Her insides felt like they might be on fire and her skin took on a red flushed hue. Did Rachel ... oh god, Rachel took off her shirt. Skin. So so much skin. Quinn's ability to think rational thoughts had long since left her and all that bounced in her head in that moment was how kind time had been to Rachel. She looked even more gorgeous than she had when they were younger and made her mouth more dry even than the versions of Rachel that still played in Quinn's memory from time to time.
"Much. Its not fair. Not fair you still look so stunning like ... like that." Quinn's fingers plucked at the neckline of her tank top as she attempted to fan herself. "And even more not fair you can take off your shirt to cool off. I can't take mine off 'cause I ... oh I don't think I should say ... but ... but I'm not wearing a bra. Shh. A secret."
Quinn dropped her head to the arm of the couch struggling to cool off, struggling to breathe through the alcohol fueled heat coursing through her veins. "Pants. I can take off my pants. Problem solved. No more hotness." Without a second to think it through, the blonde giggled and shoved her lounge pants down past her hips and toward her feet leaving her in her white tank top and paisley patterned, cotton, bikini underwear.
RACHEL: The cool air against her skin felt amazing and Rachel let herself relax back against the couch. The following morning she could ponder just how ridiculous it was that she unabashedly took her sweater off in front of Quinn after a handful of shots of tequila. But for now she was just thankful for not feeling like she was being suffocated by the thick fabric.
Quinn's reaction would've brought the reality back into the situation under any other circumstances, but she was feeling a little more confident than usual and she decided to simply smile, letting her eyes drift down at the way the fabric clung to Quinn's torso. She wasn't wearing a bra? Now Rachel couldn't notice anything else, but that all changed when Quinn started pushing down her pants and Rachel's jaw dropped in surprise.
"I - yeah. Much better, so hot...less hot I mean. Good," she fumbled over her words, her eyes met with the expanse of pale skin. Her eyes drifted up from her ankles to her knees, all the way up to the pair of bikini underwear that was the only fabric covering Quinn's far more intimate places. She managed to tear her eyes away and focus them back on the movie, though her mind couldn't think about anything other than the fact that Quinn was half naked next to her - they were both half naked together and they'd barely been able to hug without teeming in awkwardness.
QUINN: "Finally." Quinn felt relief from the oppressive heat almost immediately and drew in a deep breath for the first time in a few shots. Her focus was on the television screen and the movie, her mouth moving almost comically along with the characters on the screen managing to match up every fourth or fifth word at best. Her tongue felt foreign in her mouth, words slurred and exaggerated as her head swirled and swam in obvious intoxication. "As you wiiiisssh. Yesss. My heart wants to burst right now. I love them. So much."
Her fingers played at the bottom hem of her tank rolling the fabric between her fingers absently until about halfway, maybe a little more, through the movie she suddenly became aware of the need of the bathroom. "Break time. I need to use the ladies room. And maybe snacks." Grabbing the remote, she pressed mute and volume up before finally finding the right button to pause. "More ..." Her voice trailed off as she turned to face Rachel and her mind instantly registered the brunette's stare of undress. God the black lace of that bra, super sexy against the expanse of tan skin. And she couldn't get past the positively delectable, perfect curve of her breasts just visible enough. "drinks. maybe more drinks. too."
RACHEL: She let herself become immersed in the movie once more, simply enjoying watching the story unfold. Quinn, however, was loving the movie far more than Rachel ever could, giggling and quoting along in a carefree and absolutely adorable way. It made the brunette smile and she couldn't help but quote along with the famous 'as you wish' tagline.
After Quinn managed to pause the movie, Rachel nodded and managed to stand up, wobbly on her feet. "I'll go find snacks," she said, running her fingers absently through her hair as she took in the sight of the blonde in front of her. Quinn was way too beautiful, impossibly more stunning than she had been when they were younger, and far more breathtaking than Rachel remembered. Her mouth went dry and she tore her eyes away from long legs to meet hazel eyes, "and drinks. I'll get the drinks."
She made her way into the kitchen, fumbling around in the pantry and fridge until she was able to gather a few things of cookies, some chips, and had popcorn popping in the microwave. As soon as it was ready, she poured the contents into a bowl and carried it back out into the living room. God, it was still hot. Without a second thought, Rachel kicked off her pants, folding the jeans and grabbing the throw, draping it casually over her legs. Much better.
QUINN: Quinn stood looking at her disheveled appearance in the mirror as she washed her hands. Running one through her hair, she attempted to tame the beast but there was nothing that would come close to making her look more presentable. Tugging at her tank top, her breast nearly spilled out of the top and she giggled as she readjusted the material smoothing it down to make certain she was covered at least.
"Is that ... You made popcorn. I think I love you for that." Quinn bounced, or more precisely wobbled, her way back to the couch and flopped down taking in the assortment of snacks Rachel has managed to uncover. "And cookies for the win. You've got this party thing down pat."
Quinn smirked over at Rachel tugging her lip between her teeth. Her alcohol hazed mind treated her to a flashback of the two of them like this with Quinn's hands skimming Rachel's bra-covered breasts while Rachel's hands tugged and practically melted in her hair as they lost each other in heated kisses. The temperature in the room once again spiked and Quinn barely bit back a moan. "Ready? For the movie."
RACHEL: Quinn returned far faster than Rachel expected and she nearly jumped when the girl spoke from the hallway. "Of course I made popcorn," she said with a chuckle as though there were no other options. What was a movie night without popcorn? They were just switching the juice boxes for tequila and pretending they were still in their twenties and could handle getting that drunk, "And my sweet tooth insisted this be my cheat day as soon as I saw you had my favorite."
"Ready!" She agreed, grabbing the remote and pressing the input button, switching it back over to the television before realizing her mistake and switching it back over. She pressed play and set the remote back down on the arm of the couch. "My favorite part is coming up," she said excitedly, clapping her hands together before grabbing a bite of popcorn. The whole movie was her favorite part. They would watch the movie for hours and she'd continue to hush Quinn and insist that the next part was her favorite on repeat until the movie was over.
"Another shot?" she suggested, smirking over at Quinn with a devilish grin. Rachel tossed the throw off of her legs and onto the middle cushion between them before she scooted forward on the couch to grab the bottle again, pouring them each another shot, "to the hangover I know we're going to have in the morning!"
QUINN: "It's all your favorite." Quinn called Rachel out as she shoved a cookie in her mouth and placed the popcorn bowl between them on the couch. This evening was a far cry from the solitary reading she had planned but as the movie played on, the drama and ridiculousness ramping toward its inevitable true love conquers all conclusion, she knew she wouldn't change a thing.
"Is there anything left in the bottle?" Quinn asked in all seriousness given the amount that seemed to have consumed. "To hangove....." Oh holy hell. Words. She had none. Zero. Zip. What tiny little bit of brain power she had left fled for parts farther south because Rachel Berry was not wearing any pants. Where were her pants? She had pants on when she arrived, right? Quinn hadn't overlooked such an important detail from the outset she was sure. Inch by tantalizing inch Quinn's gaze traveled up Rachel's perfectly toned legs until it landed and held on the woman's ass framed beautifully in lace panties that matched her bra. Had she died and this was heaven? With the level of heat being generated at the moment as her stomach clenched and her core reacted, the blonde thought it a distinct possibility she had died and gone to hell instead. But if hell included being treated to all of Rachel Berry like this, Quinn wasn't sure she would take exception.
Throwing the shot back, Quinn growled low in her throat as the tequila robbed her of the remaining threads of her inhibition and restraint. It was by divine intervention alone she didn't have both hands on Rachel's hips and dragging her onto her lap right then. "You ... your pants fell off."
RACHEL: There was a little left in the bottle. A feat that was almost embarrassing, though it had been one of the smaller bottles available for purchase. She raised her shot glass with a lazy, drunken smile and threw the shot back without much of a grimace. Quinn followed suit and Rachel set her glass back on the table, grabbing a cookie from the package. Tequila, popcorn, and cookies. The dinner of champions. It wasn't until then that she felt Quinn's gaze on her and she turned slightly on the couch to face her, legs curled half underneath her as she broke off a piece of the cookie and popped it into her mouth casually.
"It was hot, so I took them off," she said with a casual shrug, finishing off the rest of the cookie before taking a long sip of water, "besides, you looked so comfortable, I was getting a little jealous. And you keep your apartment so warm. Do you always keep it this warm? It's really warm in here."
QUINN: "It's a normal temperature, but feels too warm tonight. So I think it's you." Taking a handful of popcorn, Quinn started to flick it piece by piece in Rachel's direction and giggling for no reason. "But I approve of no pants. That should be a new movie viewing rule - no pants allowed. Much more entertaining right? Especially if we pick bad movies. It's the perfect plan."
The next moment of awareness brought with it a pounding in her head and the light being far too bright for nighttime. She was warm and cozy in her bed, the light sounds of snoring soothing her, lulling her into a more peaceful state. Soft hair tickled her nose a little as she breathed in the cooler apartment air and as she went to brush it away she became aware that her arm was pinned, wrapped around a warmer body, a woman's head on her chest, bare legs intertwined with her, and there was a hand under her tank top, fingertips resting on her bare abdomen. Forcing one eye open, she confirmed the woman in her bed, the soft body so perfectly against hers was Rachel.
"Oh god." Quinn groaned out as she tried to process these new details. How did they get to her bed? Why were they in her bed. What in the hell happened last night?
RACHEL: "I think you just keep your apartment ungodly hot," she said with a playfully challenging smirk as she picked up one of the flicked popcorn pieces and threw it back Quinn's way. A smirk tugged at her lips and she nodded her head, vision blurred slightly as she settled her eyes back on the blonde, "No pants movie night. You got yourself a deal, Fabray."
The light was far too bright for Rachel's eyes and she tucked her face closer against the smooth and wonderful warmth against her cheek. Her head was pounding and her stomach was churning horribly, her mouth far too dry for her liking. Her fingers splayed across the warm surface and she scooted all that much closer to the body underneath her in bed. Neuron by neuron, her brain clicked awake, the situation around them coming to realization. She was laying on Quinn, with her hand underneath her shirt just a few inches away from her breasts. She pulled her hand back, sitting up far too quickly and the motion made her head spin. "Fuck," she groaned, her hands immediately going up to rest on the sides of her head as she cradled it in her palms.
The last thing she remembered was throwing popcorn at Quinn and taking one last shot of tequila, emptying the bottle. Somehow, they'd managed to end up in Quinn's bed, wrapped up in one another. At least she hoped that was where she was, "What happened?"
QUINN: "Not so loud." Quinn threw an arm over her eyes hiding in the crook of her elbow. Her heart rate pounded setting off a chain reaction of aches and pains starting in her head and radiating downward. She licked at her dry and chapped lips to no avail as her mouth felt like the Sahara.
A sense of cold swept through her immediately at the loss of Rachel's body on her. She missed it. No matter how much she loathed to admit that, the feeling of loss was immediate and rather than dissect the situation, she longed to snuggle up and sleep for hours more until the hangover was less prominent and she could think more clearly. "I ... I don't know. You and that bottle of tequila are what I know for sure. The rest is a blur."
Sweeping the hair from her face, Quinn grappled for the covers tugging them up over herself and Rachel's side in the process. "Why are we in my bed without pants?"
RACHEL: Quinn didn't know either and that only confused Rachel more. In the past, at least one of them had managed to stay sober enough to remember the happenings of the night before. And now, when the stakes were far much higher and a small slip up or drunken mistake could shape their entire future and possibly ruin a blossoming friendship, they were both at a loss. It would be their luck. She laid back down on the bed, flopping back onto the pillows and immediately closing her eyes again, draping her arm over her eyes to block as much sunlight as possible.
Quinn's question came as a surprise and she removed her arm from in front of her eyes to look down beneath the sheets, lifting them up to find that no, neither of them were wearing pants. Simply their underwear. At least they still had that on; that was a good sign. She took in her appearance a little further, hoping she could piece together anything from the night before. She was wearing an unfamiliar shirt, likely Quinn's and...yep. Just like she suspected. No bra. What the hell happened?
"Quinn," she said softly, glancing over at the blonde next to her with a furrowed brow and half closed eyes, "did you take off my bra? I...my bra is missing."
QUINN: Quinn rolled to her side facing toward Rachel and tugged the covers up to her neck. Her stomach rolled with her, a not so gentle reminder of just how much she had to drink the night before. She struggled to piece together anything that happened after they had popcorn but it was a mostly blank slate.
How could she have been so stupid? The only highlight being at this point that they appeared smart enough to have not left her apartment, or had Rachel go home, though waking up in bed together, naked enough, might negate that decision depending on what the hell happened. Did she say anything incriminating? God, worse did she kiss Rachel? Make a move? Please please in that name of all that is holy let the answer be no.
Rachel's question broke through the whirling in her head and she lifted the covers, eyes immediately landing on Rachel's chest, the swell of her unbound breasts, nipples pebbled under the light cotton of one of Quinn's favorite lounging shirts confirming indeed the other woman was not wearing her bra. Her face flushed a deeper shade of pink, cheeks burning as she realized she was staring and she quickly re-placed the blankets over them. Her brow furrowed in concentration and confusion. "No. Maybe. Guh. I don't know. But why would I take off your bra? I mean I know why, but we didn't do anything like that, right?"
RACHEL: Quinn was staring at her chest and she felt a blush rise to her cheeks but she was far too hungover to think about it. Her brain was already whirling with questions from the night before and that was enough to deal with. "Shit," she said as the blanket fell over her. If Quinn didn't take off her bra, at least that she knew of, did Rachel? Did she completely undress in front of Quinn? Was there some sort of embarrassing attempt at wooing the blonde to bed and then Quinn shut her down and threw on one of her shirts. At least if there was, neither of them remembered it.
What if it had been mutual? What if they had crossed the line that Rachel was only willing to dream about crossing? She turned on her side to face Quinn, rubbing her forehead both to soothe the pounding and to try to recall anything from the night before. Still no luck. "Was....did we..." She started, the question already causing almost more embarrassment than it was worth, "was there kissing?"
QUINN: "No. There couldn't have been kissing. Drunk or not I would surely remember something I've thought about for ... I mean of course there was no kissing." Quinn gulped and swallowed, her throat impossibly drier than even the moments before. Okay she had not intended to almost say that even if it was true. The number of times she allowed her mind to wander to what it would be like to kiss Rachel again was way too many for her comfort. No one else had come close to making her feel so much in the simplest press of lip on lip and Quinn couldn't help but wonder if it would be the same after all this time.
"I think I remember taking off my pants in the living room." They needed to get out of her bed before Quinn died of embarrassment. Her cheeks might be permanently stained deep red at this juncture and she fanned herself gently reminding her of the oppressive feeling of being hot last night after some of the shots. "Yes. Yes. The apartment felt really warm and you took off your shirt so I ... oh God. Okay I removed my pants. No big deal."
Quinn rubbed her eyes and her temples not sure anymore if she wanted to remember or continue to forget. Throwing off the covers, Quinn struggled to her feet to pad toward the kitchen. "Be right back with coffee. Lots of it. Maybe that will make our heads hurt less."
RACHEL: Okay so no kissing. At least that they knew of and that was a small and worthy victory. But the fact that Quinn might've thought about it, at least that's what it sounded like, threw her for a bigger loop. Was that when she was supposed to say that she thought about it too? No. Maybe if she was still drunk. They had a history. It was only natural to think about what it was lack back in the day, especially when things had been so wonderful in their time together. It was normal to think about what it would be like if their lips were to press together, their tongues to glide into that familiar dance as their bodies pressed together.
God, was she insane? She was just sitting there and staring at Quinn, and for how long? She felt a blush rise to her cheeks and Rachel immediately brought her thoughts back to the present. "I remember that," she confirmed, though the memory was fuzzy, "I remember you taking off your pants and then I was jealous of how comfy you looked so I took mine off too." That was more embarrassing than potential kissing. "Oh god," she groaned, putting her hand over her face, "I can't believe I did that."
Quinn mentioned coffee, and she nodded quickly, before flopping onto her back again as the room started spinning once more, "Yes please. I'm going to be here, dying and pretending that I didn't strip for you."
QUINN: "Don't say it like that. Oh god. You didn't strip /for/ me. That would have been much much different." Clawing at the door frame for some form of stability, Quinn's pulse rate accelerated and her legs wobbled as her imagination went wild. What the hell was wrong with her? This was not the way to maintain those comfortable boundaries they were struggling so hard to keep in place. "Coffee." She whispered in a hoarse voice as if to remind herself of what she had gotten out of bed for.
Thanking the heavens for her single serve coffee maker that required little or no thought to use, Quinn stood in the kitchen and looked around the small apartment to see if anything jogged her memory. The place was a partial disaster with popcorn kernels on the couch cushions and the floor, the shot glasses on the coffee table with the empty bottle of tequila on its side next to them. The cookie package was ripped open but empty on the side table. The television off and the popcorn bowl was actually in the sink. Which one of them had managed that feat was beyond Quinn's grasp.
Opening the refrigerator for the organic half and half, Quinn started to laugh. There tucked next to the water bottles was the lacy bra that matched those sexy and gorgeous panties Rachel was still wearing. Holding it by the strap, a smirk firmly on her face Quinn brought their coffee back to the bedroom. "I found this ... in the refrigerator."
RACHEL: As soon as Quinn was gone, Rachel opened her eyes to take in her surroundings. Quinn's room, as last night, was beautiful and peaceful despite the way it just kept spinning around her every time she lifted her head off of the pillow. She learned her lesson quickly and kept it down, eyes closing once more.
Quinn returned before she could even process anything that had happened and she opened her eyes again to see her bra on the edge of Quinn's finger. "Oh god," she breathed out as Quinn spoke and Rachel carefully sat up before she covered her face with her hands, "How did it get in the refrigerator?" Running her fingers over her eyes, she let out a quiet laugh. It was amusing really, if she didn't think about all of the potentially negative repercussions.
"What the hell did we do last night?" she asked as visions of Rachel getting half naked in the kitchen before stuffing her bra in the fridge filled her mind as she took the coffee and her bra, "thank you for the coffee by the way. And the bra."
QUINN: "As if I know, but it apparently needed cooling off too." Quinn giggled as she climbed back under the covers leaning up against the headboard. The apartment was chilly in the mornings and she wasn't wearing pants after all. Sipping the warm coffee, she cupped the mug in her hands appreciating the added heat. "I think we need to stick to wine from now on. At least that time we only ended up cuddling on your couch. On tequila, we end up mostly naked in my bed cuddling without a memory of getting here."
With coffee, Quinn started to find the humor in the situation. From what they had pieced together there had been no kissing, no confessions, and embarrassment was limited to waking up in the morning with Rachel laying in her chest, fingers on her bare skin and a hazy recollection of the events leading to that point. "Hold up. Your bra - you had stripped down to your bra in the living room - did you get topless in my kitchen?"
RACHEL: With caffeine beginning to flow through her system, she almost started to feel like a real person. They were slowly being able to piece together the happenings up until Rachel made popcorn and took off her pants. That was about as far as the clarity reached, but at least it was something. The last time she'd gotten this drunk, she hadn't been a mother. It had been so long and she didn't know what to do with herself.
"Wine it is," she agreed, letting out a quiet laugh as she leaned back against the pillows and head board, pulling the blankets up a little further to completely cover herself from the waist down. Her bra was sitting folded on the bed side table, she'd put it on after she finished her first cup of coffee. And she'd find her sweater and pants and then things would be back to relatively normal.
Quinn's question caught her off guard. She hadn't even thought about that. Turning to meet hazel eyes, she tilted her head to the side in confusion, "You know...I might have?" She wished she knew. All signs pointed to her being in the kitchen, taking off her bra, and then the pair of them moving to the bedroom, likely still topless, until she put on Quinn's shirt. She was past the point of blushing anymore and she let out a quiet giggle of disbelief, "I can't believe I might have got topless in your kitchen. I mean, it's not like you haven't seen them before but...still, it's embarrassing."
QUINN: "I can't believe I can't remember you being topless in my kitchen." Quinn snorted out a little laugh her head leaning back and further into the headboard.
"If we get naked again, I want to be able to remember it happening." Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, she added this to the list of ridiculous things she had managed to spit out that morning --- and probably the night before if this was anything to go by. "Forget I said that last thing. Please. We can pretend it's part of the black hole containing last night."
Sipping her coffee, Quinn exhaled a light sigh as the pounding in her head took on a much more tolerable volume. "Do you have anywhere you have to be today?"
RACHEL: She rolled her eyes, taking another sip of her coffee, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I can't believe I would get topless in your kitchen," she said with a chuckle, letting out a soft sigh. That was a new advancement in her drunken escapades. Sure, when she and Quinn were together she had been notorious for getting a little tipsy and getting a little handsy. But to strip in her friend's kitchen, especially knowing the very firm boundaries between them, that was new.
Quinn spoke again and Rachel felt her blush deepen. God, if they got naked again...yeah Rachel would want to remember that too. But she wouldn't say that aloud. That wasn't about to happen. Wishful thinking at best. "I - yeah. We can pretend that didn't happen. Tequila," she shrugged, brushing off the comment easily, though it still weighed heavily on her mind. Would there be an opportunity for them to be close again like that? Was that in their cards? There was no way.
She took another sip of her coffee with Quinn and shook her head, "Other than try and make this terrible headache go away? No, do you?" Rachel set her coffee mug down on the bedside table next to her bra and she leaned her head back against the headboard, doing her best to simply relax now that they'd at least established that, apart from a little stripping, they didn't remember doing anything. "I can't remember the last time I got so drunk I couldn't remember what happened the night before. I'm pretty sure we were in college. That one time Kurt insisted on throwing that wild party in my old apartment."
QUINN: "That was a night - we were both pretty drunk and we destroyed your apartment. I can still hear Kurt bitching about having to clean up, but it was his bright idea." Quinn yawned, her eyelids growing heavy even with the coffee. It simply wasn't going to be enough caffeine to break through the sleepiness and the hangover.
"Nothing planned. No. But getting rid of the headache sounds like the best plan ever." Quinn turned toward Rachel and smiled gently. Biting her lip, she spit out the next set of words before she could reconsider. "I have an idea. It might be a horrible one, but here goes. I'm hungover and still sleepy. I think you are too. Can we just cuddle and nap for a while? We've done it twice in our sleep and ... it was pretty good sleep on your couch. What do you think? Is it a ridiculously bad idea?"
Rachel: Getting rid of the headache would be fantastic. It really would. She wanted nothing more than to be rid of the pounding in her head and the spinning in the room. Why did they think tequila could be a good idea? An entire bottle downed between two lightweights who rarely drank hard liquor. For two rather smart individuals, that wasn't their best move.
She smiled over at Quinn softly, shrugging her shoulders casually. So what if they cuddled? Friends cuddled. She cuddled with Kurt when he swung by and stayed the night all the time. Nothing could be worse than waking up with her bra in Quinn's fridge. Everything else could be a piece of cake. "You're lucky you make a naturally good pillow," she said with a giggle, scooting a little closer until she was curled up next to Quinn. It felt so new and foreign and completely exhilarating. Her head rested against Quinn's shoulder and pushed aside all nerves and hesitations to drape her arm around the blonde's middle, "I mean, you've already seen me topless. Even if you can't remember it, so cuddling is nothing."
Para||12.12.15||In which Edson finally go on a (proper) date
WHO: Edgar and Jackson
WHEN:Saturday the 12th, Starting at 5:00 in the dot.
WHERE: It’s a surprise (for Eddie at least)
INFO: Despite having a not so pleasant day, Edgar and Jackson finally go on their first date. I know, long time coming. (we’re gonna finish this one, no more of the abrupt cut off’s)
TW: Will be added if need be.
EDGAR
Edgar through his phone on the bed, not wanting to talk to his brother anymore, as Hunter pretty much had him in tears at that point, and crying was not the best way to start a date, actually it was one of the worst ways he could think of. He slid into the trousers he’d been given for doing the winter photo shoot a few weeks back, tucking in then buttoning the light blue shirt that went along with it. The teenager, then, turned to look at himself in the mirror adjusting his usual pair of black spectacles and blinking rapidly, trying to rid his eyes of the water that rimmed them pathetically. He really hoped Jackson arrived soon.
Now that he really thought about it, he was extremely nervous, with no real reason to be. Perhaps it was from talking to his younger brother not long ago or maybe it was just due to the fact that he was absolutely smitten, but he didn’t like the feeling of one thousand butterflies gathering at the pit of his stomach.
Sighing, again he really needed to stop with the sighing, he fiddled with his tie for a few moments, making sure it was straight and then proceeded to run his fingers through the mop of brown hair that sat atop his head in a graceless heap. He looked as good as he’d ever look at this point in time and gave himself a quick motivating smile, before grabbing his phone once again to continue his, rather uncomfortable, conversation with his brother not wanting to be rude and abruptly leave.
It had been a long ass day, and Santana really wasn’t in the mood for anything else than a relax night with her girlfriend. Dani had worked the graveyard shift, so she’d barely been able to talk to the woman for more than a brief second, before letting her go home and get some rest. It wasn’t too hard of a task, however, because she knew that once her own shift would end, she would be on her way to spend her evening with her girl. A quick kiss was all she’d managed to get, before reluctantly letting Dani slip out of her arms and on her way home.
Santana was practically running up the staircase once she reached Dani’s building. The same creepy guy had been coming in every afternoon, always sitting in her section, and always trying off a new pickup-line. She’d made it clear to him rather quickly that she was taken, but that didn’t seem to bother the dick. Nah, instead it appeared to spur him on, and it had gotten so bad, that she’d had to ask Rachel politely to take his order for her. On any other given day, Santana would have unleashed her alter-ego on the poor bastard, but her record of warnings from Gunther was already too long.
Her knocking was fast, because even as they practically spent all of their free time together, Santana still wasn’t certain whether she could just walk into the apartment without announcing her presence first. Her mouth opened to begin a rant when she heard the doorknob turn, but nothing seemed to fall from her lips as Dani came into vision. Glasses. Her girlfriend was wearing glasses. Dani had never mentioned wearing contacts, so the thought of glasses had never crossed her mind. God, did she look good, though, and a wide grin spread across her face instantly as her brows furrowed a little in surprise.
Stepping forward, one hand wrapped around Dani’s waist easily, as her foot kicked closed the door, she leaned down to kiss her softly, and made sure it lingered a bit longer than usually. “Hi there gorgeous,” She mumbled with a smile, before unwillingly stepping back to take in the woman’s new accessory. “Missed me?” Santana teased as she slipped out of her jacket, before hanging it in the small hallway. Her purse had been discarded on the floor, and as soon as she’d slipped out of her boots, her arms were back around Dani again.
He counted as he launched his body upwards as he rose from one level to another. Working his entire core of his body, he continued his workout. Unaware that he has a pair of eyes gazing on him as he worked up a sweat.
