Fic: The Bet 2/2
Title: The Bet 2/2
Fandom: Glee
Rating: PG-13
Length: 666
Summary: The aftermath of the bet.
This fits in the "Rules"/Signs 'verse, and contains events mentioned in Wet Hair. Sand. Kiss. and The Signs.
I own nothing except the mistakes.
Santana and Brittany stared at Quinn in disbelief as she ran towards them, still yelling that she had won the bet.
“Is this true, Smurf?” Santana asked Rachel as the shortest of the four girls approached, grumbling under her breath.
“Yes. It’s true. She ignominin - ignominiousi - iginom - she shoved me up against a dumpster and kissed me and she should be ashamed!”
“For the record,” Quinn said, “it wasn’t a dumpster. It was a storage container. And I won the bet!”
Rachel scoffed. “A dumpster!”
Quinn grinned and stuck out her hand. “Gimme my dollar, and you can call it a dumpster.”
Rachel grudgingly reached into the front pocket of her jeans and removed a single dollar. She handed it to Quinn, who took it and laughed.
“Best dollar I ever earned,” Quinn said, snapping the dollar and walking towards Puck’s house. “I think I’ll frame it!”
***
The next week’s girls’ night found the group back at Quinn’s house. Rachel had brought up the “ignominious attack against the dumpster” at every possible opportunity for the past week, and Quinn was getting frustrated.
“Look, Rach,” she said, when Santana and Brittany had gone into the kitchen to get another round of drinks, “the bet was whether I would kiss you, and I did. Why do you keep focusing on the circumstances?”
Rachel didn’t respond.
“If I didn’t know better,” Quinn mused, moving closer to Rachel on the floor, “I’d think you wanted me to kiss you again. Is that what you want, Rach?”
Rachel laughed. “Certainly not, Quinn. I just find it absurd that you brag about your skills with women, and that was one of the least romantic kisses, if not the least romantic kiss, of my entire life.”
Quinn sat back, hurt. “You didn’t like it?” she asked, suddenly vulnerable. “I didn’t think it was that bad.”
Rachel smiled. “It wasn’t a bad kiss, per say. But it was against a storage container, three feet from a dumpster, at a construction site. Pick your locations better!”
Quinn moved closer and Rachel held up a hand. “Not an invitation, Quinn.”
***
It was sometime after midnight, although Quinn wasn’t exactly sure what time. Santana and Brittany had gone back to Santana’s house. Rachel was staying the night. They had been playing a rather heated game of Uno, but Quinn was getting tired. Unfortunately, although alcohol made Quinn tired, it had the opposite effect on Rachel.
“Let’s go to bed. I’m wiped.” Quinn gathered the cards after finally being defeated.
Rachel frowned, but followed Quinn up the stairs and into the blonde’s room.
“Oh my god,” she said, looking at the wall above Quinn’s desk. “I can’t believe you actually framed that stupid dollar.”
“Hey!” Quinn exclaimed from the bathroom, where she was washing her face. “I’m proud of that dollar! I worked hard to earn it.”
Rachel walked to the bathroom door and leaned against it. “That was hard work?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at her friend.
Quinn laughed. “Well, it wasn’t so bad.”
Rachel smiled and the girls finished their pre-bed routines.
“Hey, Quinn, I’m not sleepy! Entertain me!”
They were in Quinn’s bed. Sharing a bed with the other girl didn’t bother her - they had been doing it occasionally over the months with no awkwardness - but this was the first time it had happened since Quinn had won the bet. Quinn would have been content to just go to sleep, but Rachel wouldn’t stop pestering her.
“Rach, I’m drunk and exhausted.”
“But I’m drunk and hyper! So talk to me. Let’s play a game!”
“The only possible game that could keep me awake right now would be the ‘let’s make out’ game. And since we both know you don’t want to do that - ”
Quinn was silenced by the feel of Rachel’s lips on her own. Several breathless moments later, Rachel pulled away.
“What the hell was that?” asked Quinn.
Rachel shrugged. “I’m really not tired,” she said, and kissed Quinn again.
Fandom: Glee
Rating: PG-13
Length: 666
Summary: The aftermath of the bet.
This fits in the "Rules"/Signs 'verse, and contains events mentioned in Wet Hair. Sand. Kiss. and The Signs.
I own nothing except the mistakes.
Santana and Brittany stared at Quinn in disbelief as she ran towards them, still yelling that she had won the bet.
“Is this true, Smurf?” Santana asked Rachel as the shortest of the four girls approached, grumbling under her breath.
“Yes. It’s true. She ignominin - ignominiousi - iginom - she shoved me up against a dumpster and kissed me and she should be ashamed!”
“For the record,” Quinn said, “it wasn’t a dumpster. It was a storage container. And I won the bet!”
Rachel scoffed. “A dumpster!”
Quinn grinned and stuck out her hand. “Gimme my dollar, and you can call it a dumpster.”
Rachel grudgingly reached into the front pocket of her jeans and removed a single dollar. She handed it to Quinn, who took it and laughed.
“Best dollar I ever earned,” Quinn said, snapping the dollar and walking towards Puck’s house. “I think I’ll frame it!”
***
The next week’s girls’ night found the group back at Quinn’s house. Rachel had brought up the “ignominious attack against the dumpster” at every possible opportunity for the past week, and Quinn was getting frustrated.
“Look, Rach,” she said, when Santana and Brittany had gone into the kitchen to get another round of drinks, “the bet was whether I would kiss you, and I did. Why do you keep focusing on the circumstances?”
Rachel didn’t respond.
“If I didn’t know better,” Quinn mused, moving closer to Rachel on the floor, “I’d think you wanted me to kiss you again. Is that what you want, Rach?”
Rachel laughed. “Certainly not, Quinn. I just find it absurd that you brag about your skills with women, and that was one of the least romantic kisses, if not the least romantic kiss, of my entire life.”
Quinn sat back, hurt. “You didn’t like it?” she asked, suddenly vulnerable. “I didn’t think it was that bad.”
Rachel smiled. “It wasn’t a bad kiss, per say. But it was against a storage container, three feet from a dumpster, at a construction site. Pick your locations better!”
Quinn moved closer and Rachel held up a hand. “Not an invitation, Quinn.”
***
It was sometime after midnight, although Quinn wasn’t exactly sure what time. Santana and Brittany had gone back to Santana’s house. Rachel was staying the night. They had been playing a rather heated game of Uno, but Quinn was getting tired. Unfortunately, although alcohol made Quinn tired, it had the opposite effect on Rachel.
“Let’s go to bed. I’m wiped.” Quinn gathered the cards after finally being defeated.
Rachel frowned, but followed Quinn up the stairs and into the blonde’s room.
“Oh my god,” she said, looking at the wall above Quinn’s desk. “I can’t believe you actually framed that stupid dollar.”
“Hey!” Quinn exclaimed from the bathroom, where she was washing her face. “I’m proud of that dollar! I worked hard to earn it.”
Rachel walked to the bathroom door and leaned against it. “That was hard work?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at her friend.
Quinn laughed. “Well, it wasn’t so bad.”
Rachel smiled and the girls finished their pre-bed routines.
“Hey, Quinn, I’m not sleepy! Entertain me!”
They were in Quinn’s bed. Sharing a bed with the other girl didn’t bother her - they had been doing it occasionally over the months with no awkwardness - but this was the first time it had happened since Quinn had won the bet. Quinn would have been content to just go to sleep, but Rachel wouldn’t stop pestering her.
“Rach, I’m drunk and exhausted.”
“But I’m drunk and hyper! So talk to me. Let’s play a game!”
“The only possible game that could keep me awake right now would be the ‘let’s make out’ game. And since we both know you don’t want to do that - ”
Quinn was silenced by the feel of Rachel’s lips on her own. Several breathless moments later, Rachel pulled away.
“What the hell was that?” asked Quinn.
Rachel shrugged. “I’m really not tired,” she said, and kissed Quinn again.