We might fall fast. We might fall hard (13/?)
Title: We might fall fast. We might fall hard (13/?)
Author: appleswithin
Rating: PG-13 (For swears)
Length: 3000+
Spoilers: Season One
Summary: How one slushy changed everything for Quinn and Rachel.
I don’t own Glee, and other things I reference in here.
A/N: Just a small chapter before the main party.
Chapter 13
Santana sat on the bench near the entrance of the mall, somewhat aware that there were people around, getting on with their Saturday, doing their Saturday things, but she wasn’t really paying attention to them. It was four thirty, and the Berry family birthday spectacular was drawing to a close, and her brain felt like it had exploded with too much fun. Quinn, who was sitting next to her, slowly eating a pretzel, seemed to be in a very similar state of mind.
“I think I’m going to be sick if I finish this.” The blonde said, turning slightly, making the balloons she’d refused to take off all day, gently bounce off the Latinas head. “But I can’t seem to stop myself.”
Santana wordlessly snatched the confection from the other girls hand, and dumped it in the trash can next to her.
“Thanks, I couldn’t have done that on my own. You’re like my junk food sponsor.”
“I just didn’t want you throwing up on me in the car.”
“That would’ve been a possibility.”
“I know.” She said with the world weariness of having had that particular experience happen before. “Do you think those two will get bored of that at some point?” She asked, pointing in the direction of the escalators that Rachel and Brittany were standing at the bottom of, watching the Slinky the blonde cheerleader had brought with her, continuously go down the moving stairs.
“Nope.”
“Didn’t think so.” There was snark in her voice, but a smile on her face. Brittany’s ability to find wonder in the smallest things had a way of being contagious, and she wasn’t really surprised that Rachel had been drawn in.
Sometimes, she wondered what kind of person she would be without her fellow Cheerio around, and no matter how many times she thought this, she always came to the same conclusion - A lesser person. She needed Brittany, probably more than Brittany needed her. It was also becoming apparent that this was happening to Quinn and Rachel.
“I need a pee.” The pregnant girl said.
“Lovely. Thanks for that update.”
“You have to help me up.”
Santana huffed and stood up, then held out her hand for the other girl to take. “Heave Ho!” She shouted as she pulled Quinn from her seat.
“Less of the Ho, thank you very much.”
She laughed as she sat back down, fighting the temptation to just lie on the bench and close her eyes. She watched Brittany and Rachel have a brief conversation with Quinn as she went to the bathroom, then the two of them turned to her with wide, happy smiles, that made her feel the need to smile back. Not just because her friends being happy, made her happy, that was only a part of it, the other part was that they both had their faces painted, and the sight of a blonde haired cat wearing a tiara, and a bear with a very small cowboy hat on, just tickled her no end.
Her phone beeped at her and she pulled it out of her back pocket and read the text from her sister.
Hey, Just about to leave for Kate’s, There’s pizza on the counter, including one of those pointless non-cheese ones for Rachel. If you haven’t eaten yet, please do before you start drinking later.
We’ve eaten already.
OK, well they’re there if you want them. Have a good time tonight. X
You too. X
And if you get arrested, I’m not bailing you out until tomorrow. X
Noted. X
She put her phone back in her pocket just as the cat and bear took a seat next to her. “You two done with the never ending Slinky already?”
“Daddy just called to say they’re on their way. Plus some of the shoppers were starting to complain about us stopping them from getting on the escalator. They clearly couldn’t appreciate the marvel of the whole thing. I bet they lead uneventful lives, and have no soul.”
“Rachel Berry!” Santana dropped her jaw with exaggeration. “That was very mean of you. I hope you won’t be making a habit of that.”
The Diva bit her lip as she smiled. “It felt very liberating, but I don’t think I’ll take it up as a new personality trait.”
“Good, because I don’t want your Dad’s blaming me for it.”
“Why would they do that?”
“That’s what parents do. I get blamed for being a bad influence on people, even by parents of kids I don’t even know!”
“The injustice of it all!” Rachel balled up a fist and shook it in the air.
The Latina rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” And the Diva responded by sticking out her tongue.
When they heard a ‘Rawr’ coming from a few feet away, they turned to see a small child dressed in full dinosaur costume, stomping around trying to menace the Saturday people with his fearsome growls. He didn’t seem to be bothered that most people weren’t the least bit terrified.
“I’m gonna go and say hello to the dinosaur.” Brittany said. “I hope he doesn’t eat me.”
“I’m sure he won’t B.”
The taller blonde skipped over to the boy and meowed at him, and after a moment’s hesitation, possibly at seeing a giant cat wearing a tiara, he roared back.
The two brunettes watched in silence as Brittany and the boy had, what seemed to be, a very in depth conversation, consisting of only two noises. Neither one of them said anything for a few minutes, until Rachel asked, “Have you had a good time today?”
Santana heard the slightest amount of anxiety in the Divas voice, and immediately thought of how Lucas was a few hours ago. She pulled out the necklace from under her t-shirt, moving the pendant back and forth on the chain. “It’s got to be one of my top five days ever, probably even top three.”
The singer stared at her with a frown and a tilt of her head, it was a look she got on occasion, usually when someone was trying to figure out if she was being sincere. “Really?”
“Yes Pumpkin. Really.”
There was a sigh and a smile. “Me too.”
“You know it’s not over yet though right?”
“I know! I am looking forward to the party later. Will there be karaoke?”
Santana scoffed. “Everyone there will be from Glee club, whadda you think?” A horrifying thought crossed her mind. “You didn’t invite Jesse did you?”
“No. no, no, no, no, no. No.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. Was that a no?
“Mmm hmm. I didn’t think it would be a good idea.”
“Because you lurve Quinn, and he might notice?”
Rachel didn’t respond, but her facial expression basically said, ‘Yeah’
The blonde in question was on her way back, and had somehow managed to acquire another balloon from somewhere, and a large sticker that proclaimed she was the ‘Birthday Girl’
“How is it you go to the bathroom, and come back with swag?”
“I’m just gifted that way.” The pregnant girl smirked, and plonked herself next to Rachel. She stayed silent for e few seconds then asked, “Is Brittany meowing at a roaring dinosaur?”
“Obviously.” The Latina answered with her ‘Well, Duh!’ tone of voice
“Just checking.” Her friend shrugged and leaned in closer to Rachel.
Santana’s Mission Dorky Love plan wasn’t coming together. So far she’d only come up with the name, and how she wanted the plan to end. She’d had plenty of ideas, but none of them seemed right. There was the idea of making a mix CD with all love songs on, and then giving it to either one of the girls and say it was from the other one. But both of them would see through that right away. Then she thought about inviting them round for dinner, making everything look as romantic as possible and when they got there, she’d make an excuse and leave. But when she actually thought that through, she realized that it would be, just plain awkward for them both. She did briefly consider handcuffs.
The one thing she never thought of, was telling them both that they felt the same way, because they’d shared this with her in confidence, and she couldn’t betray the trust of anyone she cared about. If she knew a secret of someone she didn’t care about however, she tell Jacob Ben Israel, and that shit would be all over the school in seconds.
It was damned frustrating though.
“You lot look like the day release patients of a psychiatric institution.” David mused, taking in the scene before him.
Santana looked around, and objectively, the image of a pregnant girl with balloons attached to her, snuggled up to a teenage girl with her face painted like a bear, while another girl that had a cat face, was talking feline to a small dinosaur, could come across, to the outside observer, as a bit nuts. “I dunno, looks pretty normal to me.”
He gave her a soft chuckle then clapped his hands. “Is everyone ready to go?”
There was a chorus of yes’, and a meow. Everyone picked up their bags of the keepsakes they’d collected throughout the day, and made their way towards the parking lot.
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They didn’t stay very long at the Berry home after the mall, Santana had a small cup of coffee, just enough to have a pick up, and not be a jittering mess. Brittany was being taught the basics of air guitar by Lucas, and Rachel went to pack an overnight bag for Quinn and herself, while the smaller blonde cut up her birthday cake, putting half of it into a plastic container to take with her. She was also made to leave her balloons, which she did, with much complaining.
Once they’d got to her house, Santana pulled out the costumes and handed them over. “Hurry up and put them on, Puck’s picking us up soon.”
Rachel and Brittany hurried up the stairs, and Quinn stayed where she was. “Do I have to be Xena?” The blonde asked with a pout.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because if you’re not going to be Xena, Rachel can’t be Gabrielle.”
The other girl pursed her lips while she mulled that thought over, and then nodded. “Okay, I’ll be Xena.”
“You’ve made the right decision, my perverted friend. Now come on, let’s go get changed.”
“Alright, alright.” Quinn mumbled as they walked out the room.
Santana had known what costume she was going to wear the day she and Puck had decided to have a costume party. She knew most people would probably assume it would be a sexy- something. Pirate, nurse, whatever. But really, she was going to go as a ninja. There were a few reasons why. Firstly, because ninja’s are awesome. Secondly, because she would be in comfortable clothes all night. And thirdly, Izzy’s karate instructor ex-boyfriend left one of his black uniforms in the house, and never came to pick it up. So she claimed it as her own, and got her sister to do the alterations so it would fit and look more ninja-like. She got a hood to go with it too, but it probably wouldn’t stay on long.
It only took her a few minutes to get changed, but she had spent the last five minutes trying to get all the damn ginger fur from the cat off it. She glared at him as she pulled the strip of Scotch tape from the jacket, and he paid her no attention whatsoever. “Why do you have to malt so much?”
There was a knock, followed by, “Are you done?”
She opened the door, and was impressed by how good Quinn’s costume looked. “Where’s the wig?”
“Xena’s blonde tonight. I put it on and it was like my scalp was being rubbed by sandpaper.”
“Okay.” She said distractedly, handing the other girl a piece of tape, and turned around. “Get the fur off my back will you.”
She heard Quinn snort, and then felt a slap on her back. “Looks like Mr. Fluffy shed half of his coat on you.”
“Stop calling him that, it’s not his name.”
“It might be, not even your sister can remember what his original name was. You both call him twenty different names, and wonder why he never comes when he’s called.” The blonde took another bit of tape, and patted along her shoulders
“He never comes when called because he’s a cat. A really old, grumpy cat.”
“Who likes to cover your clothes in noticeable fur.” Quinn waved the fluffy strip in her face to emphasize her point. “Maybe he doesn’t like you.”
“Laugh it up Chuckles.”
“I am. And you’re all done this side.”
“Most excellent. I’m going to see if those two are ready.”
She tapped on the door, and heard Brittany tell her to come in. The taller blonde held up her wand, and shimmied her shoulders to make the wings move. The fairy costume was white, with a lot, of sparkly jewels on it, but if anyone could pull it off, it was this girl. “I was going to bring some glitter, and throw it at everyone, but if it went in their drinks, it might not taste nice. So I decided to put it on my costume instead.”
Santana responded to this by kissing her, and she felt her friend smile against her lips. She pulled away slightly, and wiped away a small smudge of pink lipstick. She was so distracted by hands that were on her hips, she almost forgot there should be someone else in the room. “”Where’s Rachel?”
Brittany turned around so fast, she had no time to avoid being slapped in the face by heavily glittered wings. “Rach! I thought you were ready.” The taller girl shouted towards the bathroom door.
“I am. I’m just not sure about this.”
“Oh, for crying out loud.” The Latina shook her head, and opened the door to the room where the Diva was hiding. “What’s the problem?” She asked, and before she got an answer, she saw, what Rachel might be unsure about. “Fuck!”
The singer looked down at the two piece outfit. “Is it really that bad? I thought it was a bit…”
“Rachel! Listen to what I’m about to say. This little number,” She swished her hand around the clothes. “Is not bad. In fact it’s the complete opposite of bad. Is very, very good. You like Quinn. If you want her to see you as more than her friend, you have to keep this on.”
“I don’t know. She might just see me as dressing inappropriately.”
“I’ll tell you what. If she can manage a coherent sentence after she’s seen you in this, we can try and find something else for you to wear.”
“Okay. But you should get ready to find something that fits me.”
Santana gave her a smile. “Hang on.” She walked back into the bedroom, where both blondes were sitting on the bed, and announced, “Rach will be out in a second.” She waited, and then headed towards the entrance, “Get out there.” She whispered roughly. And the smaller brunette swallowed, exhaled and strode into the room. The Latina watched Quinn the whole time and if she were a cartoon, her eyes would be popping out and there would be honking noises. “Q? How do you think Rach looks?”
The pregnant girl made a few vowel sounds, and finally settled on, “Mm.” while nodding her head so hard she’d probably get whiplash.
Santana looked at Rachel with a told-you-so face, and the singer mumbled out “Fine.” But looked like she was trying not to smile.
“Right. I’m gonna get the CD’s of Songs That Sound Awesome When Drunk, B, you text Puck, tell him we’re ready.”
“Kay.” The blonde Cheerio said as she pulled out her phone, and The Latina made her way downstairs, when she got halfway down, she realized she was being followed and turned to see the cat heading towards her, so she ran the rest of the way and once she was a safe distance away, she rolled up her trouser legs, and grabbed the music from the shelf, then bolted back to the bedroom.
“He says he’ll be a few minutes.” Brittany said as soon as she walked in.
“Cool.” She took a seat next to the taller blonde, opposite Quinn and Rachel, who were squashed up against each other humming some little tune. “Did someone remember to pick up the plastic cups?”
“I did.” The pregnant girl answered. “They’re in my bag, in the other room.” She made a vain attempt at getting up, and then slumped back down. “Can someone get my bag please?”
“I will.” Brittany bounced out of the room, coming back a few seconds later and handing the bag over to its owner.
Quinn took the cups out, putting them next to the CD’s, then pulled out four lemons, adding them to the pile. “Ooh.” She said as she held up a small box and handed it to Rachel. “I got you this.”
“It’s not my birthday.” The Diva said as the present was handed to her.
“It’s not their birthday either, but you got them something. Think of it as a- Friendiversary gift if that makes you feel better.”
“I don’t think that’s a real occasion.”
“Sure it is.” Santana cut in. “It’s the anniversary of the beginning of a new friendship.”
Rachel looked at Quinn and asked, “So which day is the beginning? The slushy day? When you had to take me home because I was high? The day you told me I could borrow you for lots of secs, or when you named my chair?”
“WHOA! Whut?” Santana held out her hands, shaking them wildly. “Say that again!”
“It’s not what you think.” The smaller blonde said quickly. “Secs, as in short for seconds.”
The Latina deflated with a groan. “Lame!” Although the two bright red faces in front of her cheered her up a bit.
The doorbell went before Rachel had a chance to open the box, and the four girls greeted Batman at the door. “Holy battling bard! Berry you look particularly fine tonight.”
“Thank you Noah.”
“Saddle up ladies. The booze ain’t gonna drink itself.”
Quinn gave Santana a look that the Latina translated as, ‘Keep all the boys, especially him, away from Rachel. Use excessive force if needed’
She gave her friend a nod, and begun her protection detail by making sure Pucks’ hands were not in proximity of the singer. Keeping Rachel safe was going to be easy, so that meant tonight was all about the good times. Friends, booze, song and the possibility of punching some of the male members of their club in the face. A girl couldn’t ask for more.
Author: appleswithin
Rating: PG-13 (For swears)
Length: 3000+
Spoilers: Season One
Summary: How one slushy changed everything for Quinn and Rachel.
I don’t own Glee, and other things I reference in here.
A/N: Just a small chapter before the main party.
Chapter 13
Santana sat on the bench near the entrance of the mall, somewhat aware that there were people around, getting on with their Saturday, doing their Saturday things, but she wasn’t really paying attention to them. It was four thirty, and the Berry family birthday spectacular was drawing to a close, and her brain felt like it had exploded with too much fun. Quinn, who was sitting next to her, slowly eating a pretzel, seemed to be in a very similar state of mind.
“I think I’m going to be sick if I finish this.” The blonde said, turning slightly, making the balloons she’d refused to take off all day, gently bounce off the Latinas head. “But I can’t seem to stop myself.”
Santana wordlessly snatched the confection from the other girls hand, and dumped it in the trash can next to her.
“Thanks, I couldn’t have done that on my own. You’re like my junk food sponsor.”
“I just didn’t want you throwing up on me in the car.”
“That would’ve been a possibility.”
“I know.” She said with the world weariness of having had that particular experience happen before. “Do you think those two will get bored of that at some point?” She asked, pointing in the direction of the escalators that Rachel and Brittany were standing at the bottom of, watching the Slinky the blonde cheerleader had brought with her, continuously go down the moving stairs.
“Nope.”
“Didn’t think so.” There was snark in her voice, but a smile on her face. Brittany’s ability to find wonder in the smallest things had a way of being contagious, and she wasn’t really surprised that Rachel had been drawn in.
Sometimes, she wondered what kind of person she would be without her fellow Cheerio around, and no matter how many times she thought this, she always came to the same conclusion - A lesser person. She needed Brittany, probably more than Brittany needed her. It was also becoming apparent that this was happening to Quinn and Rachel.
“I need a pee.” The pregnant girl said.
“Lovely. Thanks for that update.”
“You have to help me up.”
Santana huffed and stood up, then held out her hand for the other girl to take. “Heave Ho!” She shouted as she pulled Quinn from her seat.
“Less of the Ho, thank you very much.”
She laughed as she sat back down, fighting the temptation to just lie on the bench and close her eyes. She watched Brittany and Rachel have a brief conversation with Quinn as she went to the bathroom, then the two of them turned to her with wide, happy smiles, that made her feel the need to smile back. Not just because her friends being happy, made her happy, that was only a part of it, the other part was that they both had their faces painted, and the sight of a blonde haired cat wearing a tiara, and a bear with a very small cowboy hat on, just tickled her no end.
Her phone beeped at her and she pulled it out of her back pocket and read the text from her sister.
Hey, Just about to leave for Kate’s, There’s pizza on the counter, including one of those pointless non-cheese ones for Rachel. If you haven’t eaten yet, please do before you start drinking later.
We’ve eaten already.
OK, well they’re there if you want them. Have a good time tonight. X
You too. X
And if you get arrested, I’m not bailing you out until tomorrow. X
Noted. X
She put her phone back in her pocket just as the cat and bear took a seat next to her. “You two done with the never ending Slinky already?”
“Daddy just called to say they’re on their way. Plus some of the shoppers were starting to complain about us stopping them from getting on the escalator. They clearly couldn’t appreciate the marvel of the whole thing. I bet they lead uneventful lives, and have no soul.”
“Rachel Berry!” Santana dropped her jaw with exaggeration. “That was very mean of you. I hope you won’t be making a habit of that.”
The Diva bit her lip as she smiled. “It felt very liberating, but I don’t think I’ll take it up as a new personality trait.”
“Good, because I don’t want your Dad’s blaming me for it.”
“Why would they do that?”
“That’s what parents do. I get blamed for being a bad influence on people, even by parents of kids I don’t even know!”
“The injustice of it all!” Rachel balled up a fist and shook it in the air.
The Latina rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” And the Diva responded by sticking out her tongue.
When they heard a ‘Rawr’ coming from a few feet away, they turned to see a small child dressed in full dinosaur costume, stomping around trying to menace the Saturday people with his fearsome growls. He didn’t seem to be bothered that most people weren’t the least bit terrified.
“I’m gonna go and say hello to the dinosaur.” Brittany said. “I hope he doesn’t eat me.”
“I’m sure he won’t B.”
The taller blonde skipped over to the boy and meowed at him, and after a moment’s hesitation, possibly at seeing a giant cat wearing a tiara, he roared back.
The two brunettes watched in silence as Brittany and the boy had, what seemed to be, a very in depth conversation, consisting of only two noises. Neither one of them said anything for a few minutes, until Rachel asked, “Have you had a good time today?”
Santana heard the slightest amount of anxiety in the Divas voice, and immediately thought of how Lucas was a few hours ago. She pulled out the necklace from under her t-shirt, moving the pendant back and forth on the chain. “It’s got to be one of my top five days ever, probably even top three.”
The singer stared at her with a frown and a tilt of her head, it was a look she got on occasion, usually when someone was trying to figure out if she was being sincere. “Really?”
“Yes Pumpkin. Really.”
There was a sigh and a smile. “Me too.”
“You know it’s not over yet though right?”
“I know! I am looking forward to the party later. Will there be karaoke?”
Santana scoffed. “Everyone there will be from Glee club, whadda you think?” A horrifying thought crossed her mind. “You didn’t invite Jesse did you?”
“No. no, no, no, no, no. No.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. Was that a no?
“Mmm hmm. I didn’t think it would be a good idea.”
“Because you lurve Quinn, and he might notice?”
Rachel didn’t respond, but her facial expression basically said, ‘Yeah’
The blonde in question was on her way back, and had somehow managed to acquire another balloon from somewhere, and a large sticker that proclaimed she was the ‘Birthday Girl’
“How is it you go to the bathroom, and come back with swag?”
“I’m just gifted that way.” The pregnant girl smirked, and plonked herself next to Rachel. She stayed silent for e few seconds then asked, “Is Brittany meowing at a roaring dinosaur?”
“Obviously.” The Latina answered with her ‘Well, Duh!’ tone of voice
“Just checking.” Her friend shrugged and leaned in closer to Rachel.
Santana’s Mission Dorky Love plan wasn’t coming together. So far she’d only come up with the name, and how she wanted the plan to end. She’d had plenty of ideas, but none of them seemed right. There was the idea of making a mix CD with all love songs on, and then giving it to either one of the girls and say it was from the other one. But both of them would see through that right away. Then she thought about inviting them round for dinner, making everything look as romantic as possible and when they got there, she’d make an excuse and leave. But when she actually thought that through, she realized that it would be, just plain awkward for them both. She did briefly consider handcuffs.
The one thing she never thought of, was telling them both that they felt the same way, because they’d shared this with her in confidence, and she couldn’t betray the trust of anyone she cared about. If she knew a secret of someone she didn’t care about however, she tell Jacob Ben Israel, and that shit would be all over the school in seconds.
It was damned frustrating though.
“You lot look like the day release patients of a psychiatric institution.” David mused, taking in the scene before him.
Santana looked around, and objectively, the image of a pregnant girl with balloons attached to her, snuggled up to a teenage girl with her face painted like a bear, while another girl that had a cat face, was talking feline to a small dinosaur, could come across, to the outside observer, as a bit nuts. “I dunno, looks pretty normal to me.”
He gave her a soft chuckle then clapped his hands. “Is everyone ready to go?”
There was a chorus of yes’, and a meow. Everyone picked up their bags of the keepsakes they’d collected throughout the day, and made their way towards the parking lot.
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They didn’t stay very long at the Berry home after the mall, Santana had a small cup of coffee, just enough to have a pick up, and not be a jittering mess. Brittany was being taught the basics of air guitar by Lucas, and Rachel went to pack an overnight bag for Quinn and herself, while the smaller blonde cut up her birthday cake, putting half of it into a plastic container to take with her. She was also made to leave her balloons, which she did, with much complaining.
Once they’d got to her house, Santana pulled out the costumes and handed them over. “Hurry up and put them on, Puck’s picking us up soon.”
Rachel and Brittany hurried up the stairs, and Quinn stayed where she was. “Do I have to be Xena?” The blonde asked with a pout.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because if you’re not going to be Xena, Rachel can’t be Gabrielle.”
The other girl pursed her lips while she mulled that thought over, and then nodded. “Okay, I’ll be Xena.”
“You’ve made the right decision, my perverted friend. Now come on, let’s go get changed.”
“Alright, alright.” Quinn mumbled as they walked out the room.
Santana had known what costume she was going to wear the day she and Puck had decided to have a costume party. She knew most people would probably assume it would be a sexy- something. Pirate, nurse, whatever. But really, she was going to go as a ninja. There were a few reasons why. Firstly, because ninja’s are awesome. Secondly, because she would be in comfortable clothes all night. And thirdly, Izzy’s karate instructor ex-boyfriend left one of his black uniforms in the house, and never came to pick it up. So she claimed it as her own, and got her sister to do the alterations so it would fit and look more ninja-like. She got a hood to go with it too, but it probably wouldn’t stay on long.
It only took her a few minutes to get changed, but she had spent the last five minutes trying to get all the damn ginger fur from the cat off it. She glared at him as she pulled the strip of Scotch tape from the jacket, and he paid her no attention whatsoever. “Why do you have to malt so much?”
There was a knock, followed by, “Are you done?”
She opened the door, and was impressed by how good Quinn’s costume looked. “Where’s the wig?”
“Xena’s blonde tonight. I put it on and it was like my scalp was being rubbed by sandpaper.”
“Okay.” She said distractedly, handing the other girl a piece of tape, and turned around. “Get the fur off my back will you.”
She heard Quinn snort, and then felt a slap on her back. “Looks like Mr. Fluffy shed half of his coat on you.”
“Stop calling him that, it’s not his name.”
“It might be, not even your sister can remember what his original name was. You both call him twenty different names, and wonder why he never comes when he’s called.” The blonde took another bit of tape, and patted along her shoulders
“He never comes when called because he’s a cat. A really old, grumpy cat.”
“Who likes to cover your clothes in noticeable fur.” Quinn waved the fluffy strip in her face to emphasize her point. “Maybe he doesn’t like you.”
“Laugh it up Chuckles.”
“I am. And you’re all done this side.”
“Most excellent. I’m going to see if those two are ready.”
She tapped on the door, and heard Brittany tell her to come in. The taller blonde held up her wand, and shimmied her shoulders to make the wings move. The fairy costume was white, with a lot, of sparkly jewels on it, but if anyone could pull it off, it was this girl. “I was going to bring some glitter, and throw it at everyone, but if it went in their drinks, it might not taste nice. So I decided to put it on my costume instead.”
Santana responded to this by kissing her, and she felt her friend smile against her lips. She pulled away slightly, and wiped away a small smudge of pink lipstick. She was so distracted by hands that were on her hips, she almost forgot there should be someone else in the room. “”Where’s Rachel?”
Brittany turned around so fast, she had no time to avoid being slapped in the face by heavily glittered wings. “Rach! I thought you were ready.” The taller girl shouted towards the bathroom door.
“I am. I’m just not sure about this.”
“Oh, for crying out loud.” The Latina shook her head, and opened the door to the room where the Diva was hiding. “What’s the problem?” She asked, and before she got an answer, she saw, what Rachel might be unsure about. “Fuck!”
The singer looked down at the two piece outfit. “Is it really that bad? I thought it was a bit…”
“Rachel! Listen to what I’m about to say. This little number,” She swished her hand around the clothes. “Is not bad. In fact it’s the complete opposite of bad. Is very, very good. You like Quinn. If you want her to see you as more than her friend, you have to keep this on.”
“I don’t know. She might just see me as dressing inappropriately.”
“I’ll tell you what. If she can manage a coherent sentence after she’s seen you in this, we can try and find something else for you to wear.”
“Okay. But you should get ready to find something that fits me.”
Santana gave her a smile. “Hang on.” She walked back into the bedroom, where both blondes were sitting on the bed, and announced, “Rach will be out in a second.” She waited, and then headed towards the entrance, “Get out there.” She whispered roughly. And the smaller brunette swallowed, exhaled and strode into the room. The Latina watched Quinn the whole time and if she were a cartoon, her eyes would be popping out and there would be honking noises. “Q? How do you think Rach looks?”
The pregnant girl made a few vowel sounds, and finally settled on, “Mm.” while nodding her head so hard she’d probably get whiplash.
Santana looked at Rachel with a told-you-so face, and the singer mumbled out “Fine.” But looked like she was trying not to smile.
“Right. I’m gonna get the CD’s of Songs That Sound Awesome When Drunk, B, you text Puck, tell him we’re ready.”
“Kay.” The blonde Cheerio said as she pulled out her phone, and The Latina made her way downstairs, when she got halfway down, she realized she was being followed and turned to see the cat heading towards her, so she ran the rest of the way and once she was a safe distance away, she rolled up her trouser legs, and grabbed the music from the shelf, then bolted back to the bedroom.
“He says he’ll be a few minutes.” Brittany said as soon as she walked in.
“Cool.” She took a seat next to the taller blonde, opposite Quinn and Rachel, who were squashed up against each other humming some little tune. “Did someone remember to pick up the plastic cups?”
“I did.” The pregnant girl answered. “They’re in my bag, in the other room.” She made a vain attempt at getting up, and then slumped back down. “Can someone get my bag please?”
“I will.” Brittany bounced out of the room, coming back a few seconds later and handing the bag over to its owner.
Quinn took the cups out, putting them next to the CD’s, then pulled out four lemons, adding them to the pile. “Ooh.” She said as she held up a small box and handed it to Rachel. “I got you this.”
“It’s not my birthday.” The Diva said as the present was handed to her.
“It’s not their birthday either, but you got them something. Think of it as a- Friendiversary gift if that makes you feel better.”
“I don’t think that’s a real occasion.”
“Sure it is.” Santana cut in. “It’s the anniversary of the beginning of a new friendship.”
Rachel looked at Quinn and asked, “So which day is the beginning? The slushy day? When you had to take me home because I was high? The day you told me I could borrow you for lots of secs, or when you named my chair?”
“WHOA! Whut?” Santana held out her hands, shaking them wildly. “Say that again!”
“It’s not what you think.” The smaller blonde said quickly. “Secs, as in short for seconds.”
The Latina deflated with a groan. “Lame!” Although the two bright red faces in front of her cheered her up a bit.
The doorbell went before Rachel had a chance to open the box, and the four girls greeted Batman at the door. “Holy battling bard! Berry you look particularly fine tonight.”
“Thank you Noah.”
“Saddle up ladies. The booze ain’t gonna drink itself.”
Quinn gave Santana a look that the Latina translated as, ‘Keep all the boys, especially him, away from Rachel. Use excessive force if needed’
She gave her friend a nod, and begun her protection detail by making sure Pucks’ hands were not in proximity of the singer. Keeping Rachel safe was going to be easy, so that meant tonight was all about the good times. Friends, booze, song and the possibility of punching some of the male members of their club in the face. A girl couldn’t ask for more.