FIC: Like a Hurricane (Two) CONT'D
Title: Like a Hurricane (Two) CONT'D
Author: kben and meggygurl
Rating: R to NC17
Length: 3050 (30,000+ overall)
Spoilers: Sectionals
Summary: It's the summer between freshman and sophomore year of college. In the quest for a new lead singer for her band, Quinn's about to get a blast from the past. Rachel/Quinn (light Rachel/Brittany and Quinn/Rachel/Brittany, mentions of Quinn/Puck and Rachel/Puck)
Notes: This, uh, just kept growing. I hope these fics aren't getting boring, like "same old, same old". We tried to sidestep some of the established Faberry cliches, though some are just what make the 'ship work. Overall, an author crush on both of these incarnations of our ladies proved to be inevitable. Happy reading!
Puck shrugged, feigning innocence. "I'm just going with the topic that's been brought up. We're all friends, so... when's the last time you got laid?"
Quinn glared at him for a solid five seconds, then took the shot. As she brought the glass back down to the table, she said, "Couple weeks ago. That girl from the bookstore in the East Village."
"I knew it!" Puck grinned. "She was so your type!"
"I don't have a type," Quinn narrowed her eyes at him.
"Sure you do. They're always those girls who act all innocent and they're like, 'Oh, you're a drummer, you're in a band, that's so cool, can I come see you play?' They're called groupies, Quinn."
"She wasn't a groupie! She was just a girl from NYU. Who... happened to be into live music. And... wanted to see us play. After which... we... had sex."
"And, there it is, ladies," Puck addressed the table. "Quinn Fabray does groupies."
"I hate you." Quinn turned to face Rachel. "I hate him."
"You don't hate him." Alyssa said. "He's too fucking smug to hate."
"Groupies?" Rachel asked, her eyebrows going up. "Really? I though you would have had better taste than that. Oh well, I guess it takes all kinds. I mean, if you're just looking to get laid... groupies are good for that."
"Rach here is looking for this thing called love. It's really cute." Brittany added. "I mean, not that she's a nun, but still. This boy from her program was totally trying to get into her pants last weekend when we were out. And she shot him down, like, five times. He was hot, too."
"He's annoying and honestly not very talented. I'm not going to waste my time of people like him." Rachel huffed at Brittany. "And I'm not looking for my soul mate, Britt. I just don't have a desire to sleep with half of New York."
"I didn't know she was a groupie when I talked to her!" Quinn was getting defensive because she was definitely feeling the shots and the beer she'd quickly consumed. "I thought she was... nice. And before that, it had been a while. And why are we still talking about this?"
"I don't know, it sounds like you really wanted to get all of that off your chest." Rachel replied amused. She finished off her beer, which she had no idea while number it was since Puck just kept topping her off. But her lips were numb now, so she had to be on at least number three. "I think it's time for another shot." She waited till everyone had one in her hand and raised her glass. "To new beginnings." There was a pause. "And groupies, who always put out."
Alyssa grinned. "I will so toast to that. I'm thinking about going and finding me one." She winked at Puck as she took her shot.
Brittany shrugged, taking hers as well.
Quinn downed the shot then leaned back against the seat. Her eyes kept wandering to Rachel, watching her while she spoke, then even when she wasn't speaking. She was pretty cute. Still blunt and overly analytical like she was in high school. But she'd been cute then, too. Not that Quinn was, like, into her back then or right now. But she could appreciate that she was attractive. That was part of the reason why she was their lead singer, right?
Puck was in the middle of some story about an NYU party they'd played a couple months ago, where a group of girls all took their tops off during their set.
One of the times Quinn glanced over at her, Rachel happen to glance at the blonde and catch her eye. Instead blushing or turning away, she grinned, gaining courage from the alcohol surging through her veins. She brushed her swoopy bangs out of her eyes and leaned in a little to Quinn, her voice lower. "I meant to tell you, I really like your hair like that." She gave her a lopsided grin. "Much better then that stupid ponytail you used to have to wear it in."
A few band members away, blue eyes never left the back of the brunette's head as she leaned in to talk to the drummer.
"I hated that ponytail!" Quinn replied, a little louder than necessary. "Always gave me a headache. Between that and the lack of sex, no wonder I was in such a shitty mood all the time." She lightly brushed a finger over Rachel's bangs. "These are a good look on you."
By now she'd tuned out whatever Puck was going on about, though she could hear the occasional sexual reference.
A soft laugh escaped Rachel's lips and she grinned at Quinn. "That does explain a lot." A soft blush crept onto her cheeks. "Thanks. I like them. They make me look older or something." Rachel rambled a little. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, chewing on it a little.
Alyssa laughed at something Puck said much louder than it probably called for, if Rachel knew anything about Puck's sense of humor.
"You always looked better with your hair down." Rachel remarked.
"I didn't think you had a preference to what I looked like, either way. You were so focused on Glee. And Finn." Quinn twisted one of the red streaks around her finger as she spoke.
Puck paused his story to take a drink of beer. He noticed the singer and the drummer engaged in conversation. "Hey, check out these two," he said to Alyssa, giving her a nudge.
"I mean, I wasn't like... hyper focused on it. But you were in Glee. And kind of a part of Finn. So, I noticed you." Rachel shrugged.
Alyssa's eyes moved to the two girls and she made a face, looking back at Puck, whispering. "Think Q will tap that?" She twisted a strand of black hair around a finger, tilting her head in thought. "She kinda looks like her type. Physically I mean." She leaned over to include Brittany in the conversation. "Hey, uh... Brittany? Does she dig the muff?"
Only when her name was spoken did Brittany finally stop looking at Rachel and Quinn. "What?" She asked, confused. "Like, on a car? Rach doesn't own a car in the city..."
Puck snorted at Brittany's response. "No, Britt, she means does Berry dig chicks?"
Quinn tugged a little on the sleeve to Rachel's top. "This whole new look actually really works for you... it's a big step away from the sweaters and knee socks." Her eyes wandered down to take in the rest of the outfit. "At first, I thought maybe it was just something you did for the audition, but apparently, it's not." The tip of the blonde's tongue wet her bottom lip. "It's hot."
"Oh! Uh, sometimes. She digs both." Brittany explained, looking a little unsure if she should be telling them this.
"No, it's not something I did for the audition. It's pretty much what my entire closet looks like now." Rachel laughed a little. "I haven't worn knee socks or sweaters in a long time, Quinn. I... grew up, I guess. Tastes changed." Her eyes lingered on Quinn's outfit as she said that.
"Funny story, the last two years of high school I had to wear plaid skirts and knee socks." Quinn's hand rested on the table, her fingers tracing the edge of one of the empty shot glasses. "I kind of developed an appreciation for them. But still... this look is definitely better." Her eyes roamed, again. "And, um, does Rachel Berry have multiple tattoos?"
Puck leaned into Alyssa. "Twenty bucks says Q goes for it, but Berry turns her down."
"I, in fact, do. And there is something really poetic about you having to wear the same clothes you used to make fun of me for." Rachel said. She did not elaborate any more on the tattoos, leaving how many and their locations a secret. But when she reached for her glass, a small gold star was clearly visible on her inner wrist.
Alyssa looked back at Brittany for a moment, then looked at Puck. "I'll take that bet. I say Berry lets her."
"She fucking better not." Brittany mumbled standing suddenly. "Anyone need a refill? I need more." She looked right at the brunette. "Rachel? Want a vodka cranberry?" She said pointedly, almost to prove that she knew the name of the drink Rachel got.
"Okay, now this is really interesting." Puck leaned on his elbows and looked from Brittany to Rachel, then over at Quinn.
Meanwhile, Quinn reached for Rachel's arm, wanting to get a better look at the star tattoo. "You mind?"
Rachel let Quinn take her arm with a nod, looking up with Brittany said her name. "Huh? Oh, sure Britt." She gave the other blonde a smile. "You're the best."
Alyssa smirked, leaning in to whisper in Puck's ear. "You're just hoping for a mud pit wrestling match."
Quinn thumb grazed over the tattoo. "Gold star. Figures." She smirked a little at the other girl. "When'd you get this one?" The blonde had some artwork of her own hidden away on her body.
"Oh, she's totally going in for the kill... she always take advantage of the tattoo window when it's available," Puck said to Alyssa.
"My 18th birthday." Rachel replied, looking back at the ex-Cheerio, former president of the Celibacy Club who got knocked up, prep school girl turned bad girl, blonde and smiled. "A year after I got my belly button pierced. What about you? What do you have hidden on your body?"
Alyssa smirked. "I thought she hated that girl in high school? What changed?"
"She did," Puck recalled. "But near the end, with everything that happened, they were actually kind of friends. Which means, Quinn didn't try to rip her throat out."
"I, uh, might have a couple strategically placed pieces of art." Quinn chewed on the corner of her lip. She took another sip of beer, her other hand still holding Rachel's wrist. "I mean, what the point of suffering through boarding school if I couldn't break out and do something rebellious, right?" Her thumb still continued to trace over the five points of the star.
"Is that like, second base to Quinn?" Alyssa asked with a smirk.
"You got one before you were even out of school didn't you? One you could cover up with the plaid skirt." Rachel's free hand dropped to Quinn's jeans, finding the hole in the knee and running her finger over the soft skin. She couldn't help but smirk. Super smooth legs meant even wearing jeans, Quinn had taken the time to shave. Which meant she was probably hoping for someone to see and or feel her legs at some point tonight.
Rachel remembered Quinn having really nice legs.
"So, where are these tattoos?" Rachel asked, a finger sneaking into the hole and up her thigh a few inches.
Quinn shifted a little closer across the vinyl seat which caused Rachel's hand to move a little further. "Well, the skirt covered up part of one... and the other..." She leaned in, "It's probably just easier to show you." Her hand grabbed two of the remaining shots and she set one in front of the brunette.
Puck couldn't take his eyes of the scene in front of him. Quinn could be pretty smooth when she wanted to be, but there was an electricity to this moment that wasn't normally there.
Dragging her short nails down, Rachel pulled her hand out from Quinn's jeans and grabbed the shot. "What are we toasting to?" She asked.
Alyssa was watching Puck watch them. She nudged him. "Hey, why don't we get outta here and let them... whatever?"
"But..." Puck looked at her, then back at the two women across the table. "Yeah, okay." He nodded and smirked at her.
"Let's drink to... change? Moving in new directions?" Quinn laughed at the fact that she'd just make a stupid pun. "Better yet, how about new experiences?" Her eyes raked over Rachel's face, from her eyes to her nose to her lips, then lingered there.
"If you come willingly, you might even get lucky tonight." Alyssa smirked as she slid out of the booth.
"New experiences. I'll drink to that." Rachel agreed, clinking her glass against Quinn's, then downed the shot. She licked her lips.
Quinn took her own shot, then set the glass on the table, but her eyes were still on Rachel. Particularly around the area of her mouth. Her hand came up and swept the brunette's hair away from her shoulder, then the blonde leaned in and brushed her lips over the singer's.
Leaning in a little, Rachel moved her lips back over Quinn's. Her small hand dropped back to the drummer's knee and moved into the rip again, stroking soft skin. Her tongue darted out and traced over Quinn's lips.
Eagerly, the blonde's own tongue met against Rachel's, her fingers threaded through brunette locks. The drinks were probably responsible for the opportunity at hand, but Quinn had been thinking about the singer a lot since her audition. At first, it was just thoughts about how different she seemed since high school, then that grew into the observation that the brunette was, well, pretty fucking hot. So, there was no denying that the drummer wanted to be making out with her and was very pleased with the current turn of events.
Rachel's small hand slid higher up Quinn's thigh and her tongue tangled with the blonde's. She'd thought about Quinn a lot in high school, but she'd honestly almost (purposely) forgotten about the girl once she left school. But suddenly Rachel was remembering a very vivid dream she used to have involving Quinn, tongues, and much less clothing.
Quinn's other hand, the one not currently toying with Rachel's hair, settled on the singer's thigh, fingertips tracing over the purple tights until they met with the bottom hem of the short
black skirt. Her body edged closer to the other woman's, not that they were far apart to begin with, but apparently, she needed to be closer.
Suddenly, the table bounced a little as Brittany roughly slammed down a vodka cranberry on the table. "I got your drink, Rachel." She stated, sitting back in the booth, scooting all the way over to her roommate.
The brunette jumped back a little when the table jerked and she looked at Brittany, lip stick smeared a little. "OH! Thanks, Britt." Rachel flushed a little, looking at her.
Quinn pulled back and rubbed her thumb over her own lips, checking for residual lipstick. "Everything okay, Brittany?" she asked, in response to the abrupt way the other blonde returned to the table. She grabbed her beer glass with one hand, but left the other on Rachel's lap.
"I'm great!" Brittany replied with Cheerio-fakeness.
The alcohol was making it hard for Rachel to keep up with why Brittany was upset or what really was going on. So, when Brittany cupped her face right there in the booth and kissed her in front of Quinn, she didn't think to stop it.
"Oh," Quinn was about to move her hand off of Rachel's leg onto the table, but through the haze of liquor, she remembered the the singer saying she wasn't actually seeing anyone. If she'd been sober, she probably just would have given up, but this suddenly became something much more interesting. "I thought you two were just roomies," she mused, trying to be casual. Her fingers traced down the brunette's leg toward her knee.
Breaking the kiss with Brittany and shifting her leg closer to Quinn, Rachel tried to focus on something. "We are. I mean. We... do stuff. But like. It's not."
"I'm not Rachel's girlfriend." Brittany filled in, her hands still on the brunette.
"So... you two just... do stuff. But you're not together." Quinn squinted as if weighing the information thoughtfully. "And you don't mind if the other one... does stuff... with other people? Am I getting this?" Her fingertips dropped over the edge of Rachel's leg, now grazing along her inner thigh, starting at the knee and slowly working their way upward.
The truth was, the girl from a couple weeks ago hadn't been all the big a deal, and it had been a while before that for Quinn. She was definitely attracted to Rachel, and with each drink, the idea of getting in her pants (well, under her skirt) was more and more appealing.
"Nope. We don't mind." Rachel replied, glancing at Brittany, then back to Quinn. Almost to prove her point, she leaned in and kissed Quinn again.
"No, we're free to be with other people." Brittany agreed, but she didn't remove her hands from Rachel. In fact, one slid down to her hip and slipped right under the hem of her tank top, stroking the soft skin.
That caused Rachel to moan softly into Quinn's mouth, kissing her harder.
Quinn kissed back, her hand now gripping Rachel's thigh just under the edge of her skirt. This was... not quite what she'd expected when she'd asked about their situation. Because this seemed a little bit like they both might want to take her home. Which really, right now? She was okay with that idea.
With a soft sound, Rachel broke the kiss. She looked at Quinn, then back at Brittany. Well, this was... interesting. She was pretty sure this was about to make her super greedy, but she couldn't help but try. "Maybe... we could get out of here. All three of us."
"If..." For a second, Quinn's voice didn't seem to work properly. Her gaze fell to the pile of cash on the table. Things were definitely looking... interesting. Big winner, Fabray. Well, you'll have to share with Brittany. "If, uh, that's what you both want... I'm down with it." She picked up her glass and polished off the remainder of the beer inside. Her hand gave Rachel's leg a squeeze. "I'm following your lead, Berry," she said, mouth close to the brunette's ear.
Rachel shivered at that. "I want you," was her automatic, whispered response.
Brittany had been watching the interaction between them. She nodded slowly, catching Quinn's eyes. "I'm okay with that." She finished up her drink, nudging Rachel. "Rach, drink."
The brunette nodded, and polished off her drink in a few large sips. Thank god no one drove in NYC.
Author: kben and meggygurl
Rating: R to NC17
Length: 3050 (30,000+ overall)
Spoilers: Sectionals
Summary: It's the summer between freshman and sophomore year of college. In the quest for a new lead singer for her band, Quinn's about to get a blast from the past. Rachel/Quinn (light Rachel/Brittany and Quinn/Rachel/Brittany, mentions of Quinn/Puck and Rachel/Puck)
Notes: This, uh, just kept growing. I hope these fics aren't getting boring, like "same old, same old". We tried to sidestep some of the established Faberry cliches, though some are just what make the 'ship work. Overall, an author crush on both of these incarnations of our ladies proved to be inevitable. Happy reading!
Puck shrugged, feigning innocence. "I'm just going with the topic that's been brought up. We're all friends, so... when's the last time you got laid?"
Quinn glared at him for a solid five seconds, then took the shot. As she brought the glass back down to the table, she said, "Couple weeks ago. That girl from the bookstore in the East Village."
"I knew it!" Puck grinned. "She was so your type!"
"I don't have a type," Quinn narrowed her eyes at him.
"Sure you do. They're always those girls who act all innocent and they're like, 'Oh, you're a drummer, you're in a band, that's so cool, can I come see you play?' They're called groupies, Quinn."
"She wasn't a groupie! She was just a girl from NYU. Who... happened to be into live music. And... wanted to see us play. After which... we... had sex."
"And, there it is, ladies," Puck addressed the table. "Quinn Fabray does groupies."
"I hate you." Quinn turned to face Rachel. "I hate him."
"You don't hate him." Alyssa said. "He's too fucking smug to hate."
"Groupies?" Rachel asked, her eyebrows going up. "Really? I though you would have had better taste than that. Oh well, I guess it takes all kinds. I mean, if you're just looking to get laid... groupies are good for that."
"Rach here is looking for this thing called love. It's really cute." Brittany added. "I mean, not that she's a nun, but still. This boy from her program was totally trying to get into her pants last weekend when we were out. And she shot him down, like, five times. He was hot, too."
"He's annoying and honestly not very talented. I'm not going to waste my time of people like him." Rachel huffed at Brittany. "And I'm not looking for my soul mate, Britt. I just don't have a desire to sleep with half of New York."
"I didn't know she was a groupie when I talked to her!" Quinn was getting defensive because she was definitely feeling the shots and the beer she'd quickly consumed. "I thought she was... nice. And before that, it had been a while. And why are we still talking about this?"
"I don't know, it sounds like you really wanted to get all of that off your chest." Rachel replied amused. She finished off her beer, which she had no idea while number it was since Puck just kept topping her off. But her lips were numb now, so she had to be on at least number three. "I think it's time for another shot." She waited till everyone had one in her hand and raised her glass. "To new beginnings." There was a pause. "And groupies, who always put out."
Alyssa grinned. "I will so toast to that. I'm thinking about going and finding me one." She winked at Puck as she took her shot.
Brittany shrugged, taking hers as well.
Quinn downed the shot then leaned back against the seat. Her eyes kept wandering to Rachel, watching her while she spoke, then even when she wasn't speaking. She was pretty cute. Still blunt and overly analytical like she was in high school. But she'd been cute then, too. Not that Quinn was, like, into her back then or right now. But she could appreciate that she was attractive. That was part of the reason why she was their lead singer, right?
Puck was in the middle of some story about an NYU party they'd played a couple months ago, where a group of girls all took their tops off during their set.
One of the times Quinn glanced over at her, Rachel happen to glance at the blonde and catch her eye. Instead blushing or turning away, she grinned, gaining courage from the alcohol surging through her veins. She brushed her swoopy bangs out of her eyes and leaned in a little to Quinn, her voice lower. "I meant to tell you, I really like your hair like that." She gave her a lopsided grin. "Much better then that stupid ponytail you used to have to wear it in."
A few band members away, blue eyes never left the back of the brunette's head as she leaned in to talk to the drummer.
"I hated that ponytail!" Quinn replied, a little louder than necessary. "Always gave me a headache. Between that and the lack of sex, no wonder I was in such a shitty mood all the time." She lightly brushed a finger over Rachel's bangs. "These are a good look on you."
By now she'd tuned out whatever Puck was going on about, though she could hear the occasional sexual reference.
A soft laugh escaped Rachel's lips and she grinned at Quinn. "That does explain a lot." A soft blush crept onto her cheeks. "Thanks. I like them. They make me look older or something." Rachel rambled a little. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, chewing on it a little.
Alyssa laughed at something Puck said much louder than it probably called for, if Rachel knew anything about Puck's sense of humor.
"You always looked better with your hair down." Rachel remarked.
"I didn't think you had a preference to what I looked like, either way. You were so focused on Glee. And Finn." Quinn twisted one of the red streaks around her finger as she spoke.
Puck paused his story to take a drink of beer. He noticed the singer and the drummer engaged in conversation. "Hey, check out these two," he said to Alyssa, giving her a nudge.
"I mean, I wasn't like... hyper focused on it. But you were in Glee. And kind of a part of Finn. So, I noticed you." Rachel shrugged.
Alyssa's eyes moved to the two girls and she made a face, looking back at Puck, whispering. "Think Q will tap that?" She twisted a strand of black hair around a finger, tilting her head in thought. "She kinda looks like her type. Physically I mean." She leaned over to include Brittany in the conversation. "Hey, uh... Brittany? Does she dig the muff?"
Only when her name was spoken did Brittany finally stop looking at Rachel and Quinn. "What?" She asked, confused. "Like, on a car? Rach doesn't own a car in the city..."
Puck snorted at Brittany's response. "No, Britt, she means does Berry dig chicks?"
Quinn tugged a little on the sleeve to Rachel's top. "This whole new look actually really works for you... it's a big step away from the sweaters and knee socks." Her eyes wandered down to take in the rest of the outfit. "At first, I thought maybe it was just something you did for the audition, but apparently, it's not." The tip of the blonde's tongue wet her bottom lip. "It's hot."
"Oh! Uh, sometimes. She digs both." Brittany explained, looking a little unsure if she should be telling them this.
"No, it's not something I did for the audition. It's pretty much what my entire closet looks like now." Rachel laughed a little. "I haven't worn knee socks or sweaters in a long time, Quinn. I... grew up, I guess. Tastes changed." Her eyes lingered on Quinn's outfit as she said that.
"Funny story, the last two years of high school I had to wear plaid skirts and knee socks." Quinn's hand rested on the table, her fingers tracing the edge of one of the empty shot glasses. "I kind of developed an appreciation for them. But still... this look is definitely better." Her eyes roamed, again. "And, um, does Rachel Berry have multiple tattoos?"
Puck leaned into Alyssa. "Twenty bucks says Q goes for it, but Berry turns her down."
"I, in fact, do. And there is something really poetic about you having to wear the same clothes you used to make fun of me for." Rachel said. She did not elaborate any more on the tattoos, leaving how many and their locations a secret. But when she reached for her glass, a small gold star was clearly visible on her inner wrist.
Alyssa looked back at Brittany for a moment, then looked at Puck. "I'll take that bet. I say Berry lets her."
"She fucking better not." Brittany mumbled standing suddenly. "Anyone need a refill? I need more." She looked right at the brunette. "Rachel? Want a vodka cranberry?" She said pointedly, almost to prove that she knew the name of the drink Rachel got.
"Okay, now this is really interesting." Puck leaned on his elbows and looked from Brittany to Rachel, then over at Quinn.
Meanwhile, Quinn reached for Rachel's arm, wanting to get a better look at the star tattoo. "You mind?"
Rachel let Quinn take her arm with a nod, looking up with Brittany said her name. "Huh? Oh, sure Britt." She gave the other blonde a smile. "You're the best."
Alyssa smirked, leaning in to whisper in Puck's ear. "You're just hoping for a mud pit wrestling match."
Quinn thumb grazed over the tattoo. "Gold star. Figures." She smirked a little at the other girl. "When'd you get this one?" The blonde had some artwork of her own hidden away on her body.
"Oh, she's totally going in for the kill... she always take advantage of the tattoo window when it's available," Puck said to Alyssa.
"My 18th birthday." Rachel replied, looking back at the ex-Cheerio, former president of the Celibacy Club who got knocked up, prep school girl turned bad girl, blonde and smiled. "A year after I got my belly button pierced. What about you? What do you have hidden on your body?"
Alyssa smirked. "I thought she hated that girl in high school? What changed?"
"She did," Puck recalled. "But near the end, with everything that happened, they were actually kind of friends. Which means, Quinn didn't try to rip her throat out."
"I, uh, might have a couple strategically placed pieces of art." Quinn chewed on the corner of her lip. She took another sip of beer, her other hand still holding Rachel's wrist. "I mean, what the point of suffering through boarding school if I couldn't break out and do something rebellious, right?" Her thumb still continued to trace over the five points of the star.
"Is that like, second base to Quinn?" Alyssa asked with a smirk.
"You got one before you were even out of school didn't you? One you could cover up with the plaid skirt." Rachel's free hand dropped to Quinn's jeans, finding the hole in the knee and running her finger over the soft skin. She couldn't help but smirk. Super smooth legs meant even wearing jeans, Quinn had taken the time to shave. Which meant she was probably hoping for someone to see and or feel her legs at some point tonight.
Rachel remembered Quinn having really nice legs.
"So, where are these tattoos?" Rachel asked, a finger sneaking into the hole and up her thigh a few inches.
Quinn shifted a little closer across the vinyl seat which caused Rachel's hand to move a little further. "Well, the skirt covered up part of one... and the other..." She leaned in, "It's probably just easier to show you." Her hand grabbed two of the remaining shots and she set one in front of the brunette.
Puck couldn't take his eyes of the scene in front of him. Quinn could be pretty smooth when she wanted to be, but there was an electricity to this moment that wasn't normally there.
Dragging her short nails down, Rachel pulled her hand out from Quinn's jeans and grabbed the shot. "What are we toasting to?" She asked.
Alyssa was watching Puck watch them. She nudged him. "Hey, why don't we get outta here and let them... whatever?"
"But..." Puck looked at her, then back at the two women across the table. "Yeah, okay." He nodded and smirked at her.
"Let's drink to... change? Moving in new directions?" Quinn laughed at the fact that she'd just make a stupid pun. "Better yet, how about new experiences?" Her eyes raked over Rachel's face, from her eyes to her nose to her lips, then lingered there.
"If you come willingly, you might even get lucky tonight." Alyssa smirked as she slid out of the booth.
"New experiences. I'll drink to that." Rachel agreed, clinking her glass against Quinn's, then downed the shot. She licked her lips.
Quinn took her own shot, then set the glass on the table, but her eyes were still on Rachel. Particularly around the area of her mouth. Her hand came up and swept the brunette's hair away from her shoulder, then the blonde leaned in and brushed her lips over the singer's.
Leaning in a little, Rachel moved her lips back over Quinn's. Her small hand dropped back to the drummer's knee and moved into the rip again, stroking soft skin. Her tongue darted out and traced over Quinn's lips.
Eagerly, the blonde's own tongue met against Rachel's, her fingers threaded through brunette locks. The drinks were probably responsible for the opportunity at hand, but Quinn had been thinking about the singer a lot since her audition. At first, it was just thoughts about how different she seemed since high school, then that grew into the observation that the brunette was, well, pretty fucking hot. So, there was no denying that the drummer wanted to be making out with her and was very pleased with the current turn of events.
Rachel's small hand slid higher up Quinn's thigh and her tongue tangled with the blonde's. She'd thought about Quinn a lot in high school, but she'd honestly almost (purposely) forgotten about the girl once she left school. But suddenly Rachel was remembering a very vivid dream she used to have involving Quinn, tongues, and much less clothing.
Quinn's other hand, the one not currently toying with Rachel's hair, settled on the singer's thigh, fingertips tracing over the purple tights until they met with the bottom hem of the short
black skirt. Her body edged closer to the other woman's, not that they were far apart to begin with, but apparently, she needed to be closer.
Suddenly, the table bounced a little as Brittany roughly slammed down a vodka cranberry on the table. "I got your drink, Rachel." She stated, sitting back in the booth, scooting all the way over to her roommate.
The brunette jumped back a little when the table jerked and she looked at Brittany, lip stick smeared a little. "OH! Thanks, Britt." Rachel flushed a little, looking at her.
Quinn pulled back and rubbed her thumb over her own lips, checking for residual lipstick. "Everything okay, Brittany?" she asked, in response to the abrupt way the other blonde returned to the table. She grabbed her beer glass with one hand, but left the other on Rachel's lap.
"I'm great!" Brittany replied with Cheerio-fakeness.
The alcohol was making it hard for Rachel to keep up with why Brittany was upset or what really was going on. So, when Brittany cupped her face right there in the booth and kissed her in front of Quinn, she didn't think to stop it.
"Oh," Quinn was about to move her hand off of Rachel's leg onto the table, but through the haze of liquor, she remembered the the singer saying she wasn't actually seeing anyone. If she'd been sober, she probably just would have given up, but this suddenly became something much more interesting. "I thought you two were just roomies," she mused, trying to be casual. Her fingers traced down the brunette's leg toward her knee.
Breaking the kiss with Brittany and shifting her leg closer to Quinn, Rachel tried to focus on something. "We are. I mean. We... do stuff. But like. It's not."
"I'm not Rachel's girlfriend." Brittany filled in, her hands still on the brunette.
"So... you two just... do stuff. But you're not together." Quinn squinted as if weighing the information thoughtfully. "And you don't mind if the other one... does stuff... with other people? Am I getting this?" Her fingertips dropped over the edge of Rachel's leg, now grazing along her inner thigh, starting at the knee and slowly working their way upward.
The truth was, the girl from a couple weeks ago hadn't been all the big a deal, and it had been a while before that for Quinn. She was definitely attracted to Rachel, and with each drink, the idea of getting in her pants (well, under her skirt) was more and more appealing.
"Nope. We don't mind." Rachel replied, glancing at Brittany, then back to Quinn. Almost to prove her point, she leaned in and kissed Quinn again.
"No, we're free to be with other people." Brittany agreed, but she didn't remove her hands from Rachel. In fact, one slid down to her hip and slipped right under the hem of her tank top, stroking the soft skin.
That caused Rachel to moan softly into Quinn's mouth, kissing her harder.
Quinn kissed back, her hand now gripping Rachel's thigh just under the edge of her skirt. This was... not quite what she'd expected when she'd asked about their situation. Because this seemed a little bit like they both might want to take her home. Which really, right now? She was okay with that idea.
With a soft sound, Rachel broke the kiss. She looked at Quinn, then back at Brittany. Well, this was... interesting. She was pretty sure this was about to make her super greedy, but she couldn't help but try. "Maybe... we could get out of here. All three of us."
"If..." For a second, Quinn's voice didn't seem to work properly. Her gaze fell to the pile of cash on the table. Things were definitely looking... interesting. Big winner, Fabray. Well, you'll have to share with Brittany. "If, uh, that's what you both want... I'm down with it." She picked up her glass and polished off the remainder of the beer inside. Her hand gave Rachel's leg a squeeze. "I'm following your lead, Berry," she said, mouth close to the brunette's ear.
Rachel shivered at that. "I want you," was her automatic, whispered response.
Brittany had been watching the interaction between them. She nodded slowly, catching Quinn's eyes. "I'm okay with that." She finished up her drink, nudging Rachel. "Rach, drink."
The brunette nodded, and polished off her drink in a few large sips. Thank god no one drove in NYC.