V-DAY EXCHANGE FIC! A Fine Line Between Lust and Hate, for flopthedrop2
Title: A Fine Line Between Lust and Hate?
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Rachel/Quinn, Santana and Brittany
Warnings:Sexual Content
Word Count: 2400
Recepient: flopthedrop2
Disclaimer: I own nothing...at all:(
Summary: McKinely High Winter Formal
A/N: I loved the Winter Formal Prompt and this story wouldn't leave my head...I hope you like it<3
“Absolutely NOT Santana, pick something else or I’ll revoke your presidency in this meeting.” Quinn all but growled at the Latina cheerleader sitting on the bed, who was currently getting her hair braided by Brittany.
Ruling McKinley High School took work and planning, it didn’t just happen. It was their weekly ‘meeting’ on exactly what torture they would be inflicting on the students of McKinley High next week, unfortunately for Quinn; Santana was in charge of this week’s meeting.
“Sorry Quinny but we’re not running a cheerocracy here, this is the USA it’s all about democracy and since I’m the elected leader you have to do it.” Santana said smugly to Quinn, “seriously Quinn if we pull this off it’s going to be so Carrie-esque…classic.”
“What about Finn?” Quinn questioned finally seeing a way out of this little situation…her boyfriend.
“Oh don’t you worry about Finn he’s gonna be out of town that Friday Quinn, apparently his Mother found out about his new acquired love of The Chronic Lady and she thinks a Mother Son weekend is in order.” Santana said and her use of air quotations around ‘found out’ told Quinn everything she needed to know about how that little scenario played out.
“I don’t know why you’re protesting so much Quinn I thought you wanted to destroy her,” Santana said, a slow smile spreading across her face as Brittany whispered something in her ear, “B the saying is ‘there’s a fine line between love and hate’… not lust and hate.”
Brittany had the good sense to blush but Santana just smiled evilly over at Quinn knowing she would take the bait because the comment hit way too close to home.
“Fine I’ll do it, now can we please adjourn this meeting.” Quinn said with an icy glare.
“Meeting adjourned.” Santana said as she grabbed Brittany’s hand and practically skipped out of Quinn’s bedroom.
Quinn flopped down on her bed and closed her eyes, visions of hideous argyle and ridiculous knee socks floating through her head, as she let out a low growl at her current situation. The longer she kept her eyes closed the faster the hideous argyle disappeared to reveal perky tanned breasts and the ridiculous knee socks vanished to reveal smooth toned legs. Santana’s taunting words echoed in Quinn’s head; ‘lust and hate, lust and hate, lust and hate,’ as she sat up in her bed to start formulating her plan.
Jealousy and lust truly did fuel Quinn’s rage towards the girl. She was everything Quinn was too afraid to be…herself, and maybe if Quinn could destroy her it would also destroy all the feelings she had for her.
Now she had to figure out how to get Rachel ‘Man Hands’ Berry to agree to go to Winter Formal with her.
*****<3*****
“Listen up RuPaul,” Quinn said as she slammed her palm against Rachel’s locker door effectively trapping the petit brunette against the cool metal, “you’re going to go to Winter Formal with me.” Quinn spat out the words like they were full of poison.
“Like as your date?” Rachel questioned shyly and maybe even a little hopeful.
“Disgusting,” Quinn growled despite the growing heat low in her abdomen “Definitely NOT as a date, seriously Berry you are such a PERV, it’s more like an act of charity because as a Cheerio Coach Sylvester teaches us that we have to give back to those who are less fortunate than us.”
“What about Finn…your boyfriend” Rachel said as if she were reminding Quinn of the fact that she had a boyfriend.
Quinn couldn’t stop the mocking tone of her conscience as it chanted ‘gaybeard, gaybeard, gaybeard, gaybeard.’ “Finn’s going to be out of town this weekend leaving me free to do some charity work. So I’ll pick you up at seven, be ready.” Quinn said as she began to walk away, stopping and spinning around as she remembered something else, “Oh and RuPaul, there will be no argyle, no knee socks, and definitely no pantsuits.”
*****<3*****
Rachel Berry was a lot of things but stupid was definitely NOT one of them, which is exactly why she chose her short little black dress while getting ready Friday night as opposed to the white silky one she had originally purchased for the Winter Formal.
She knew beyond a doubt that a slushy facial was definitely going to be in her future tonight, because why else would Quinn Fabray have asked her to the Formal other than to ensure she was going to be there.
Yet even despite this fact Rachel was kind of excited at the thought of spending the evening with Quinn, because behind her cruel and cold disposition, there was a very smart (Rachel took all AP classes and Quinn was in every one of them, actually she was the only Cheerio to ever take an AP class), and very beautiful (blonde hair, long legs, intense hazel eyes, and a cheerleading uniform that left just enough to the imagination) girl who Rachel was very attracted to.
“Rachel your date is here!” Rachel’s Dad shouted up the stairs.
Rachel slowly walked down the stairs and savoured the way Quinn’s tongue came out to moisten her full pink lips.
“Oh Dad, Quinn’s not my date she’s just the head of Sue’s Charity Corner, right Quinn?” Rachel asked arching an eyebrow at the blonde.
“Yeah something like that Mr. Berry.” Quinn mumbled never taking her eyes off Rachel.
“Well you ladies have fun.”
“We will Dad.” Rachel said as she kissed him on the cheek and walked out the door behind Quinn.
*****<3*****
“You look very pretty tonight Quinn; I really like your hair down like that.” Rachel said as she stared across at Quinn who now had the steering wheel in a death grip as a slow blush crept up into her cheeks, Rachel couldn’t help but smile at the cheerleader’s reaction to the compliment.
“Yeah well the ponytail is mandatory…and you’re not in argyle or a pantsuit so I guess it’s an improvement Berry.” Quinn said as her mind was bombarded with a continuous loop of Rachel’s smooth exposed skin, tight black fabric over a toned body, her shiny dark hair in loose waves around her shoulders, and her pouty full lips covered in gloss. Quinn reflexively clenched her legs together as she felt the warm wetness there, thus causing the car to swerve a little. She quickly began thinking of Finn, his dopey smile and his freakish height and soon the throbbing had subsided; Finn was Quinn’s mailman.
“So what exactly are you guys planning on doing to me tonight?” Rachel asked calmly.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Berry?” Quinn replied coolly.
“Ok Quinn but denial will only last so long; you’ll eventually have to deal with the person you’re becoming. Let’s listen to some music.” Rachel said as she leaned forward to click on Quinn’s CD player.
The rest of the ride was silent except for the sounds of Quinn’s CD mix, which came to an abrupt stop as Quinn pulled into the school parking lot and shut off the car.
“Laura Marling, Thao Nguyen, and Bon Iver, Jeez Quinn I didn’t know you were so alternative!” Rachel exclaimed excitedly, truly surprised at Quinn’s taste in music.
“Yeah well there’s A LOT of things you don’t know about me Berry.”
*****<3*****
Apparently it was Quinn’s job and Quinn’s job alone to baby sit Rachel all night because not one of Quinn’s ‘friends’ came over to even say hello. She was utterly trapped with Rachel Berry and her incessant chatter. Quinn now knew that;
Rachel was Jewish,
That every year her Dad’s renewed their vows,
Rachel took dance to add to her resume but singing was her true love,
She’s always wanted a little brother,
Rachel truly didn’t know which one of her Dad’s was her biological Dad, nor did she ever want to know,
She’d worn her little pink tutu from her first ballet class for a month until her Dad’s had to bribe her to take it off,
And Rachel Berry without a doubt would end up on Broadway.
Quinn tried to ignore her and block out her voice but the stories began seeping through and despite her best efforts she began to actually like Rachel Berry.
Rachel was an amazing conversationalist but Quinn was making it very difficult, which was why Rachel decided to barrage her with an arsenal of pre-thought out and practiced questions because one could never be too prepared, and it paid off...sort of. Rachel now knew that;
Quinn always wanted to take ballet but her parents insisted on gymnastics,
She does cheerleading because her Father had two daughters and it was the closest to the football field he was going to get,
And her taste in music is extremely eclectic.
There was nothing Rachel Berry loved more than a challenge, and Quinn Fabray was nothing less.
*****<3*****
Rachel knew that the surprisingly good time she was having this evening was about to come to an abrupt end because there was not one hockey player insight, Karofsky and his mangy crew of puck heads had all vanished from the dance and Santana and Brittany along with the rest of the Cheerio’s (aside from Quinn) had engaged all of the chaperones in a rousing rendition of the routine that helped get them on FOX.
“Quinn I just want you to know that despite what your true motives were for bringing me here this evening and the imminent and potentially full body slushy attack I’m about to receive I had a really good time,” Rachel said has she leaned in and wrapped Quinn in a tight hug, “I like you Quinn…and you’re better than them, you’ve always been better than them.” Rachel whispered the last part in Quinn’s ear right before she let go.
As Rachel stepped away from Quinn she saw the entire hockey team and part of the football team advancing on her, each of them carrying two cherry slushies a piece.
“Carrie…very nice Quinn, I see you guys have decided to go with a theme, very inventive…let me guess Santana’s idea?” Rachel said conversationally to Quinn, who was currently standing as far to Rachel’s left as she could get (out of the splash zone) as the pack of slushy carrying guys continued towards her at an alarming speed, really there was no use in running…especially with heels on.
Rachel just closed her eyes and braced her self for the cold, sticky, dripping mess to collide with every inch of her body but,
….it never happened.
The gymnasium went completely silent as Rachel slowly opened her eyes to see a cherry soaked Quinn Fabray standing in front of her. Quinn was totally soaked in cherry flavoured slushy from the neck down; it had completely bypassed her face because the jocks had been aiming for Rachel who was basically a smurf.
“I like you too Berry.” Quinn said through gritted teeth as the slushy absorbed through the fabric of her dress, completely ruining it and chilling her to the bone. Without looking back at Rachel, Quinn marched through the crowd of students, who parted like the Red Sea, and made her way to the washroom to get cleaned up enough to go home.
*****<3*****
The paper towel was rough against Quinn’s skin as she sopped up the sticky mess across her chest, and it just felt like she was making it worse…so she stopped. Leaning against the sink Quinn dabbed at the very ends of her hair that had not escaped the Cherry flavoured bath. Totally absorbed in the task at hand she didn’t even hear the door open.
“Thank you Quinn.”
Quinn didn’t even bother to look at or answer Rachel; she just futilely continued cleaning her hair.
Rachel slowly walked up to the sink beside her and dampened a paper towel and then grasping Quinn by the elbow she spun her around until they were facing each other.
“Here let me help, I’ve had a lot of practice.” Rachel said sincerely as she slowly ran the damp paper towel across Quinn’s sticky chest. She started at her collar bone and slowly worked her way down the V of Quinn’s dress.
Quinn couldn’t control her breathing anymore, her chest heaving up and down with every breath she managed to get in. Had it just been the paper towel against her skin she might have had a chance, but with Rachel’s warm breath against the cool stickiness of the slushy and Rachel’s fingernails grazing against her skin with every swipe, Quinn was totally lost.
“Your dress is going to be ruined though.” Rachel said somewhat sadly as she fingered the delicate straps at Quinn’s shoulders.
“I don’t care about the stupid dress.” Quinn snarled, just barely suppressing the groan that threatened to spill out at the brush of Rachel’s fingers against her skin.
“Sorry.” Rachel said as she took a step backwards.
Quinn took a step forward.
Rachel was trapped.
Lips met aggressively. Glosses melded as tongues searched. Quinn pushed Rachel against the sink roughly as she tangled her hands in dark hair. Rachel moaned and the groan that Quinn had been holding in finally slipped out. Quinn sucked Rachel’s lower lip into her mouth and revelled at the soft mewling sounds escaping Rachel’s throat. Rachel tore her mouth away from Quinn’s and slowly ran it along the same path as the paper towel had only moments earlier.
“Mmmm you taste like cherry.” Rachel whispered as she traced her tongue along the hollow of Quinn’s neck.
Quinn couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through her body at the feel of Rachel’s warm tongue against her slushy chilled skin. The fingers that were tangled in Rachel’s hair roughly pulled her up so that Quinn could taste the cherry flavour on Rachel’s tongue.
Quinn managed to wedge one of her thighs between Rachel’s and was rewarded with a low groan. The warm smooth skin of Rachel’s thighs had the wet heat returning to Quinn’s centre.
“Rachel…I” Quinn’s voice was breathless and pleading.
Quinn didn’t even get to finish the plea before Santana and Brittany came gliding through the washroom doors. Rachel and Quinn jumped apart as if burned by a flame, turning to face Santana and Brittany with flushed faces and heaving chests.
Brittany turned to face Santana and with her hands on her hips she loudly declared, “Santana are you sure the saying is love and not LUST?”
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Rachel/Quinn, Santana and Brittany
Warnings:Sexual Content
Word Count: 2400
Recepient: flopthedrop2
Disclaimer: I own nothing...at all:(
Summary: McKinely High Winter Formal
A/N: I loved the Winter Formal Prompt and this story wouldn't leave my head...I hope you like it<3
“Absolutely NOT Santana, pick something else or I’ll revoke your presidency in this meeting.” Quinn all but growled at the Latina cheerleader sitting on the bed, who was currently getting her hair braided by Brittany.
Ruling McKinley High School took work and planning, it didn’t just happen. It was their weekly ‘meeting’ on exactly what torture they would be inflicting on the students of McKinley High next week, unfortunately for Quinn; Santana was in charge of this week’s meeting.
“Sorry Quinny but we’re not running a cheerocracy here, this is the USA it’s all about democracy and since I’m the elected leader you have to do it.” Santana said smugly to Quinn, “seriously Quinn if we pull this off it’s going to be so Carrie-esque…classic.”
“What about Finn?” Quinn questioned finally seeing a way out of this little situation…her boyfriend.
“Oh don’t you worry about Finn he’s gonna be out of town that Friday Quinn, apparently his Mother found out about his new acquired love of The Chronic Lady and she thinks a Mother Son weekend is in order.” Santana said and her use of air quotations around ‘found out’ told Quinn everything she needed to know about how that little scenario played out.
“I don’t know why you’re protesting so much Quinn I thought you wanted to destroy her,” Santana said, a slow smile spreading across her face as Brittany whispered something in her ear, “B the saying is ‘there’s a fine line between love and hate’… not lust and hate.”
Brittany had the good sense to blush but Santana just smiled evilly over at Quinn knowing she would take the bait because the comment hit way too close to home.
“Fine I’ll do it, now can we please adjourn this meeting.” Quinn said with an icy glare.
“Meeting adjourned.” Santana said as she grabbed Brittany’s hand and practically skipped out of Quinn’s bedroom.
Quinn flopped down on her bed and closed her eyes, visions of hideous argyle and ridiculous knee socks floating through her head, as she let out a low growl at her current situation. The longer she kept her eyes closed the faster the hideous argyle disappeared to reveal perky tanned breasts and the ridiculous knee socks vanished to reveal smooth toned legs. Santana’s taunting words echoed in Quinn’s head; ‘lust and hate, lust and hate, lust and hate,’ as she sat up in her bed to start formulating her plan.
Jealousy and lust truly did fuel Quinn’s rage towards the girl. She was everything Quinn was too afraid to be…herself, and maybe if Quinn could destroy her it would also destroy all the feelings she had for her.
Now she had to figure out how to get Rachel ‘Man Hands’ Berry to agree to go to Winter Formal with her.
*****<3*****
“Listen up RuPaul,” Quinn said as she slammed her palm against Rachel’s locker door effectively trapping the petit brunette against the cool metal, “you’re going to go to Winter Formal with me.” Quinn spat out the words like they were full of poison.
“Like as your date?” Rachel questioned shyly and maybe even a little hopeful.
“Disgusting,” Quinn growled despite the growing heat low in her abdomen “Definitely NOT as a date, seriously Berry you are such a PERV, it’s more like an act of charity because as a Cheerio Coach Sylvester teaches us that we have to give back to those who are less fortunate than us.”
“What about Finn…your boyfriend” Rachel said as if she were reminding Quinn of the fact that she had a boyfriend.
Quinn couldn’t stop the mocking tone of her conscience as it chanted ‘gaybeard, gaybeard, gaybeard, gaybeard.’ “Finn’s going to be out of town this weekend leaving me free to do some charity work. So I’ll pick you up at seven, be ready.” Quinn said as she began to walk away, stopping and spinning around as she remembered something else, “Oh and RuPaul, there will be no argyle, no knee socks, and definitely no pantsuits.”
*****<3*****
Rachel Berry was a lot of things but stupid was definitely NOT one of them, which is exactly why she chose her short little black dress while getting ready Friday night as opposed to the white silky one she had originally purchased for the Winter Formal.
She knew beyond a doubt that a slushy facial was definitely going to be in her future tonight, because why else would Quinn Fabray have asked her to the Formal other than to ensure she was going to be there.
Yet even despite this fact Rachel was kind of excited at the thought of spending the evening with Quinn, because behind her cruel and cold disposition, there was a very smart (Rachel took all AP classes and Quinn was in every one of them, actually she was the only Cheerio to ever take an AP class), and very beautiful (blonde hair, long legs, intense hazel eyes, and a cheerleading uniform that left just enough to the imagination) girl who Rachel was very attracted to.
“Rachel your date is here!” Rachel’s Dad shouted up the stairs.
Rachel slowly walked down the stairs and savoured the way Quinn’s tongue came out to moisten her full pink lips.
“Oh Dad, Quinn’s not my date she’s just the head of Sue’s Charity Corner, right Quinn?” Rachel asked arching an eyebrow at the blonde.
“Yeah something like that Mr. Berry.” Quinn mumbled never taking her eyes off Rachel.
“Well you ladies have fun.”
“We will Dad.” Rachel said as she kissed him on the cheek and walked out the door behind Quinn.
*****<3*****
“You look very pretty tonight Quinn; I really like your hair down like that.” Rachel said as she stared across at Quinn who now had the steering wheel in a death grip as a slow blush crept up into her cheeks, Rachel couldn’t help but smile at the cheerleader’s reaction to the compliment.
“Yeah well the ponytail is mandatory…and you’re not in argyle or a pantsuit so I guess it’s an improvement Berry.” Quinn said as her mind was bombarded with a continuous loop of Rachel’s smooth exposed skin, tight black fabric over a toned body, her shiny dark hair in loose waves around her shoulders, and her pouty full lips covered in gloss. Quinn reflexively clenched her legs together as she felt the warm wetness there, thus causing the car to swerve a little. She quickly began thinking of Finn, his dopey smile and his freakish height and soon the throbbing had subsided; Finn was Quinn’s mailman.
“So what exactly are you guys planning on doing to me tonight?” Rachel asked calmly.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Berry?” Quinn replied coolly.
“Ok Quinn but denial will only last so long; you’ll eventually have to deal with the person you’re becoming. Let’s listen to some music.” Rachel said as she leaned forward to click on Quinn’s CD player.
The rest of the ride was silent except for the sounds of Quinn’s CD mix, which came to an abrupt stop as Quinn pulled into the school parking lot and shut off the car.
“Laura Marling, Thao Nguyen, and Bon Iver, Jeez Quinn I didn’t know you were so alternative!” Rachel exclaimed excitedly, truly surprised at Quinn’s taste in music.
“Yeah well there’s A LOT of things you don’t know about me Berry.”
*****<3*****
Apparently it was Quinn’s job and Quinn’s job alone to baby sit Rachel all night because not one of Quinn’s ‘friends’ came over to even say hello. She was utterly trapped with Rachel Berry and her incessant chatter. Quinn now knew that;
Rachel was Jewish,
That every year her Dad’s renewed their vows,
Rachel took dance to add to her resume but singing was her true love,
She’s always wanted a little brother,
Rachel truly didn’t know which one of her Dad’s was her biological Dad, nor did she ever want to know,
She’d worn her little pink tutu from her first ballet class for a month until her Dad’s had to bribe her to take it off,
And Rachel Berry without a doubt would end up on Broadway.
Quinn tried to ignore her and block out her voice but the stories began seeping through and despite her best efforts she began to actually like Rachel Berry.
Rachel was an amazing conversationalist but Quinn was making it very difficult, which was why Rachel decided to barrage her with an arsenal of pre-thought out and practiced questions because one could never be too prepared, and it paid off...sort of. Rachel now knew that;
Quinn always wanted to take ballet but her parents insisted on gymnastics,
She does cheerleading because her Father had two daughters and it was the closest to the football field he was going to get,
And her taste in music is extremely eclectic.
There was nothing Rachel Berry loved more than a challenge, and Quinn Fabray was nothing less.
*****<3*****
Rachel knew that the surprisingly good time she was having this evening was about to come to an abrupt end because there was not one hockey player insight, Karofsky and his mangy crew of puck heads had all vanished from the dance and Santana and Brittany along with the rest of the Cheerio’s (aside from Quinn) had engaged all of the chaperones in a rousing rendition of the routine that helped get them on FOX.
“Quinn I just want you to know that despite what your true motives were for bringing me here this evening and the imminent and potentially full body slushy attack I’m about to receive I had a really good time,” Rachel said has she leaned in and wrapped Quinn in a tight hug, “I like you Quinn…and you’re better than them, you’ve always been better than them.” Rachel whispered the last part in Quinn’s ear right before she let go.
As Rachel stepped away from Quinn she saw the entire hockey team and part of the football team advancing on her, each of them carrying two cherry slushies a piece.
“Carrie…very nice Quinn, I see you guys have decided to go with a theme, very inventive…let me guess Santana’s idea?” Rachel said conversationally to Quinn, who was currently standing as far to Rachel’s left as she could get (out of the splash zone) as the pack of slushy carrying guys continued towards her at an alarming speed, really there was no use in running…especially with heels on.
Rachel just closed her eyes and braced her self for the cold, sticky, dripping mess to collide with every inch of her body but,
….it never happened.
The gymnasium went completely silent as Rachel slowly opened her eyes to see a cherry soaked Quinn Fabray standing in front of her. Quinn was totally soaked in cherry flavoured slushy from the neck down; it had completely bypassed her face because the jocks had been aiming for Rachel who was basically a smurf.
“I like you too Berry.” Quinn said through gritted teeth as the slushy absorbed through the fabric of her dress, completely ruining it and chilling her to the bone. Without looking back at Rachel, Quinn marched through the crowd of students, who parted like the Red Sea, and made her way to the washroom to get cleaned up enough to go home.
*****<3*****
The paper towel was rough against Quinn’s skin as she sopped up the sticky mess across her chest, and it just felt like she was making it worse…so she stopped. Leaning against the sink Quinn dabbed at the very ends of her hair that had not escaped the Cherry flavoured bath. Totally absorbed in the task at hand she didn’t even hear the door open.
“Thank you Quinn.”
Quinn didn’t even bother to look at or answer Rachel; she just futilely continued cleaning her hair.
Rachel slowly walked up to the sink beside her and dampened a paper towel and then grasping Quinn by the elbow she spun her around until they were facing each other.
“Here let me help, I’ve had a lot of practice.” Rachel said sincerely as she slowly ran the damp paper towel across Quinn’s sticky chest. She started at her collar bone and slowly worked her way down the V of Quinn’s dress.
Quinn couldn’t control her breathing anymore, her chest heaving up and down with every breath she managed to get in. Had it just been the paper towel against her skin she might have had a chance, but with Rachel’s warm breath against the cool stickiness of the slushy and Rachel’s fingernails grazing against her skin with every swipe, Quinn was totally lost.
“Your dress is going to be ruined though.” Rachel said somewhat sadly as she fingered the delicate straps at Quinn’s shoulders.
“I don’t care about the stupid dress.” Quinn snarled, just barely suppressing the groan that threatened to spill out at the brush of Rachel’s fingers against her skin.
“Sorry.” Rachel said as she took a step backwards.
Quinn took a step forward.
Rachel was trapped.
Lips met aggressively. Glosses melded as tongues searched. Quinn pushed Rachel against the sink roughly as she tangled her hands in dark hair. Rachel moaned and the groan that Quinn had been holding in finally slipped out. Quinn sucked Rachel’s lower lip into her mouth and revelled at the soft mewling sounds escaping Rachel’s throat. Rachel tore her mouth away from Quinn’s and slowly ran it along the same path as the paper towel had only moments earlier.
“Mmmm you taste like cherry.” Rachel whispered as she traced her tongue along the hollow of Quinn’s neck.
Quinn couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through her body at the feel of Rachel’s warm tongue against her slushy chilled skin. The fingers that were tangled in Rachel’s hair roughly pulled her up so that Quinn could taste the cherry flavour on Rachel’s tongue.
Quinn managed to wedge one of her thighs between Rachel’s and was rewarded with a low groan. The warm smooth skin of Rachel’s thighs had the wet heat returning to Quinn’s centre.
“Rachel…I” Quinn’s voice was breathless and pleading.
Quinn didn’t even get to finish the plea before Santana and Brittany came gliding through the washroom doors. Rachel and Quinn jumped apart as if burned by a flame, turning to face Santana and Brittany with flushed faces and heaving chests.
Brittany turned to face Santana and with her hands on her hips she loudly declared, “Santana are you sure the saying is love and not LUST?”