Watch This Space [1/1]
Title: Watch This Space
Author: fabgayberry
Fandom: Glee
Characters/Pairing: Rachel Berry, Santana Lopez
Rating: T/PG-13
Summary: Fill for this misplaced comment at glee_kink_meme "Love it and will give it a shot. Watch this space..."
Disclaimer:Unfortunately, I own nothing other than my own words.
Word Count:
Warnings: Drunken shenanigans?
Spoilers: Up to the current season..
★A/N★: This is a disaster because I literally just wrote this and it is nearly 5am and it was meant to be shorter, but here you are.
Rachel always swore to herself that she would steer clear of most alcohol in party settings after her less than pleasant experience with hangovers in high school.
A college party was apparently where she broke her rules. Quinn was visiting for the week, and when a friend of Kurt's suggested that he throw a get together to get over the cheating debacle with Blaine, they all decided that it would be a welcome distraction from their busy class schedules.
The party was meant to be something small, but as more and more students from their lectures or performance classes arrived, they felt that turning people away would be rude. As the night wound on, Rachel stayed at Quinn's side, clutching her single cup of lukewarm beer. It wasn't long before someone called out for a round of shots, and Rachel was roped into downing cheap tequila.
Three or four shots in, Rachel was laughing hysterically about nothing in particular. She was pressed into Quinn's side, and her eyes started to roam lazily, the other girl merely blushed.
Someone across the room hooted, and they encouraged Rachel to do a body shot off of her 'sexy friend'. Rachel was full prepared to launch into a rant about objectifying her best friend, but she wasn't sure that she could get the word out without slurring, and the hazy memory of Santana taking a body shot spurred her imagination into overdrive.
She eyed Quinn, asking silently for permission, and she got an awkward shrug in return. That was enough for Rachel, and she nodded vehemently, turning to the crowd.
"Love it, and will give it a shot!" she proclaimed, making a grand gesture with her arm only to knock Quinn in the head.
After the ordeal of getting her friend's shirt off and locating more salt, the shot went off without a hitch, and Rachel sat up to wipe off her mouth with the back of her hand. She grabbed a napkin and messily swiped at Quinn's stomach, mumbling apologies before suggesting that they go to her room.
Quinn had hoped for a few quiet days with Rachel, just as they always had when they visited one another. The insane party was certainly not anything she expected, but it seemed to make Rachel excited, and the bright smile on her face had been more than enough to make her agree. The shot was much the same, and when the small brunette suggested that they go to her room, she trailed after her dutifully.
When they made it to Rachel's small bedroom, the smaller girl plopped down on it unceremoniously. She kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her dress before slithering awkwardly under the duvet.
Quinn watched on, somewhat amused, as she mumbled into her pillow. Rachel was adorable when she was half-asleep, but the mixture of alcohol and exhaustion made for an odd slurred quirkiness in her speech. She went on as usual about inconsequential things, and Quinn handed her the glass of water beside her bed to make her drink.
They fell asleep before long, ignoring the party just outside the door. It wasn't until Rachel stirred a few hours later that they woke up. She was slightly more aware, and she noted hazily that Quinn was still topless, though her bra was still on.
Rachel wracked her brain for the events at the party, but she didn't draw up any memory of doing anything with Quinn past taking a body shot from her stomach. She shook the other girl anyway, just to be safe, and whispered frantically to her.
"Quinn, we didn't drunkenly 'hook up' last night, did we? I honestly mean to only have one beer, but I was so swept up in the excitement of the party, that-"
"Shhhh," Quinn mumbled and wiped the sleep from her eyes, taking a moment to remember where she was. Her shirt was gone, and she was lying beside Rachel. Sadly, those were just facts, and the hook up that Rachel imagined was not fictitious. "We just fell asleep, Rach, you were really drunk."
"Oh, thank goodness, I was worried. I wouldn't have wanted to kiss you," she muttered.
"Gee, thanks." Quinn deadpanned and slung her arm over her eyes, hiding her disappointment and simultaneously avoiding any light that might have tried to enter her eyes. She wanted to sleep, the two beers she had made her feel hazy.
"I meant, that's not what I meant..." Rachel attempted to explain herself, she had sobered up somewhat, but the sleep in combination with the alcohol had left her slightly incoherent. "I wouldn't have wanted to kiss you while drunk, it would have cheapened it."
Quinn's arm fell to her side, and she stared wide eyed at the shadow of Rachel beside her.
"What?" She was not very eloquent in that moment, either.
Rachel turned to look at Quinn, a silly smile on her face. Her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes were alert, and she scooted forward until she was nose to nose with the other girl.
"I said," she whispered, moving closer until their lips were nearly brushing. "It would have felt less monumental if I had kissed you while drunk, rather than after a grand gesture." Rachel spoke carefully, her eyes flicking up to Quinn's.
Quinn was confused for a moment, and she questioned whether or not Rachel had been drunk in the first place. She was more concerned about how sober the brunette was in that moment, though.
"You're not drunk now, are you?"
"Nope."
"...but you still want to kiss me while you're not drunk?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
Rachel smirked for a beat before moving forward, and she pressed a gentle kiss against Quinn's lips. It tasted vaguely of cheap alcohol, but Quinn met the kiss with fervor anyway, and it wasn't long before a tongue snaked its way into the mix.
Quinn gasped into the smaller girl's mouth when a palm trailed up her stomach and cupped one of her breasts. Rachel's thumb moved against her nipple through the fabric of her bra, and Quinn's hips rolled without her permission.
Before she could slow them down, though, Rachel was jumping up from the bed and grabbing the bedside table.
"Sorry, I - I'm sorry, Rachel, I-" Quinn started to apologize, too surprised to consider the fact that she wasn't the one that had initiated the kiss.
"No, no, I just - I need to -" Rachel spun toward the door, and she grabbed the handle before turning to Quinn.
"This has nothing to do with your kissing skills, but I really need to throw up." She stated, moving halfway through the door.
Before she could leave, she turned abruptly and pointed to the rumpled sheets beside Quinn.
"Watch this space," she murmured, and with that, she was off.