FIC: Like a Hurricane (Five)
Title: Like a Hurricane (Five)
Author: kben and meggygurl
Rating: R to NC17
Length: 3400 (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!
Normally, Quinn slept until at least nine, if not ten. Even during school she picked later classes, since she was usually out late with gigs or band practice. Except, this morning, she'd woken up at seven-thirty and couldn't get back to sleep. She'd already figured out the date details about ten minutes after she and Rachel had talked about it. But she didn't want to just spring it right then. Now, she was stuck worrying if it was too early. She didn't want the singer to be cranky and annoyed when Quinn actually asked her out.
Finally, around nine-thirty, she dialed Rachel's number.
"Hello?" Rachel asked, a little breathless.
"Uh, hi." Quinn noticed the way Rachel sounded like she was out of breath. "It's Quinn... are you, busy? I can totally call back." Fuck, they're totally a thing and that's why she didn't say yes yesterday. "I should probably... call back, later."
"What? Why?" Rachel sounded confused. "You're calling. What's up?"
"I was calling to ask you about... what we talk about, but..." Quinn wasn't sure what was going on. "You just sound a little, uh, preoccupied?"
"What? Oh. OH God! No! I'm not!" Rachel started to laugh. "I was working out. Like, literally. We have this dance dvd thing we do... anyway. You probably don't care about that. I wasn't like... busy."
Quinn actually sighed in relief. "Oh! Okay. Good. I mean, not that it's any of my business if you were... like... and not that I assumed you were... it's... shit... can we start over?"
That made Rachel smile a little. "Hello?"
"Hi," the blonde smiled, then started in with her semi-rehearsed side of the conversation. "It's Quinn. Calling you. Well before three. I hope I didn't wake you up."
"You did not. And I see, a whole like six hours early." Rachel sat down on the couch, her tv muted. "What can I do for you?"
Oh, you mean other than get me off twice in a row in record time? Quinn shook the thought away and worked to actually answer the question. "Okay, so this very friend of mine from school is also a pretty badass DJ and she's spinning at this very cool club tonight. I was wondering if you'd care to join me. I'm on the list, so carding won't be an issue."
"Quinn, are you trying to seduce to me with VIP access?" Rachel asked, amused.
"I'm trying to get you to go out with me. And if the VIP access helps, then it helps," Quinn replied.
"What do I need to wear?" Rachel asked with a grin.
"I think the dress code for ladies is just to look fucking hot. So... you know, what you normally wear," Quinn said, casually. "Meet you at your place around nine? This is assuming you say 'yes', of course."
"Oh, did I not do that?" Rachel teased. "Maybe I need to think about it and call you back..."
"If it makes you feel better. I can just sit here and stare at the phone until you make up your mind," Quinn said.
"That would be silly and mean." Rachel couldn't stop grinning. "Yes."
"Awesome. So, nine's okay?" Quinn asked. "Your place? I'll be the hot blonde waiting on the sexy brunette down in front of your building."
"Nine is perfect. And what if there's more than one hot blonde out in front of my building?" Rachel mused.
"You'll have to check for tattoos, I guess," Quinn suggested. "By the way, you never told me if you spotted my second one." Subconsciously, maybe this was her way of finding out if Rachel remembered everything about their night together. Or trying to prove that she definitely remembered.
"The All Star on your back?" Rachel dropped. "No, didn't notice at all." She smiled. "I would have mentioned it at the time, but I'm pretty sure I was busy." Oh, she remembered it all.
"Technically, it says Hard Core Rock Star. It just looks like the All Star logo. But, come to think of it, you were kind of really busy..." Quinn smiled to herself. "Okay. Nine. That's less than, like, twelve hours from now. I better go figure out what to wear."
"Oh god, I might have to go shopping. Which is like cocaine to Brittany. So, hopefully I'll be back before nine." Rachel sat up. "I'll see you tonight."
"I really hope you make it back. See you then." Quinn hung up and couldn't prevent the grin that plastered itself across her face. But, seriously, what was she going to wear?
Rachel hung up and ran to change clothes so she and Brittany could go shopping. It was going to be a long day, but the brunette was excited.
Quinn was waiting at nine on the dot. After debating about clothing for the better part of the day, she'd finally decided on a black Johnny Cash t-shirt that had been modified into a fitted tank top, her (now intentionally distressed) red and black plaid uniform skirt, black thigh high stockings, and black boots that hit just below her knees. Her hair was straightened, the red chunks braided, again. There was a bulky black leather rocker watch on her left wrist and several thin bracelets on her right.
The only reason Rachel was not outside at 8:49 was because Brittany blocked the door with her surprisingly strong body and told Rachel she was not allowed to be early and she had to make Quinn wait at least five minutes. The brunette was outside at 9:02. She stepped onto the sidewalk, her hair perfectly straight, bangs falling into her eyes. What she was wearing was tagged as a dress, but hitting right below her ass looked more like a long shirt. It cut low showing not just Rachel's cleavage but her lack of bra. The dress was black and managed to hug every curve. Her heels were low, but still showed off her long legs. She flashed Quinn a smile.
"Whoa," was Quinn's initial reply, followed by, "Fuck, you're hot." She allowed herself a moment to just take in the sight of her date, then laughed a little. "Sorry, just... you, uh, never disappoint, do you?"
That made Rachel grin. "You should have seen the S and M outfit Brittany wanted me to wear. There was a matching whip."
"Maybe it's better to save that for the second date?" Quinn's fingers tugged lightly on her own skirt. She looked down at her own outfit. "Shit, maybe I should change."
"Why? You look..." Rachel took in her outfit. "Fuck, I'm a little sad I missed your Britney Spears-ish days."
"If you still like me by the time the night's over, I have pictures you can look at. Maybe even some videos." Quinn moved for the curb so she could hail a cab. "I didn't embrace the look quite the same way you did, though. Although, I'd bet if you threw on a plaid skirt now, with your current vibe... it would kind of be similar." A taxi pulled up and Quinn opened the back door, motioning for Rachel to get in.
Managing to get into the cab without flashing half of New York was a skill that Rachel acquired from years of super short skirts. She was pretty sure she could play soccer in one and not show anyone her panties. "I'll keep that in mind," Rachel replied.
Quinn slid in next to her and gave the driver the address of the club, then settled back in the seat. She was about to ask Rachel something, then decided it might be better to wait until they had a couple drinks. Instead she said, "I'm glad you said yes, by the way."
"Me too. Even if tonight sucks, I got a hot new dress." Rachel smirked, but she reached out and put her hand on Quinn's leg.
"Even if tonight sucks, I'll have spent it with a total hottie." Quinn's hand settled on top of Rachel's. "Of course, if I totally blow it tonight, I'm screwed next time I show up to rehearsal."
"I'll just dramatically quit the band," Rachel smirked. Her thumb stroked Quinn's leg.
"Dramatically? That's so unlike you." Quinn's fingers traced over the brunette's.
"I know, right? Though, in my defense. I never quit glee again." Rachel's hand moved up a little more.
"At least not while I was around. I'll take your word on the last two years, though." Quinn glanced over at her. "You stayed in glee all through high school, right?" It seemed like a stupid question, but the blonde realized she didn't know, for sure.
"Yeah, I was in it all three years. We almost didn't have it junior year. You were gone which meant we weren't eligible. But then we found Janice. Who, did not have your start quality, but she was a decent singer."
"I always kind of wondered... like, what happened without me there. It wasn't my choice to go, you know." Quinn looked out the window. "This is it." She handed some cash up to the driver, opened up the door, and climbed out of the cab, her hand wrapped around Rachel's.
Rachel slid out and nodded. "Yes, I'm sure the all girl boarding school was not your pick." She smiled. "We managed. We always did, normally at the last minute."
"Well, Westlake Academy did prove to have its advantages," Quinn replied.
Even though it was still early, there was already a line forming outside the club. Quinn, still with Rachel in tow, moved to the head of the line until she got to the bouncer. He was a huge guy and the clipboard looked tiny in his hands. "Name?"
"Quinn Fabray."
The bouncer glanced up and smiled at her. "I remember you from last time." He glanced over at Rachel. "Damn, girl. This your date? She's fine as hell."
Quinn beamed. "I know, right?"
He laughed and unhooked the rope so they could enter. "Have fun, ladies."
"You're popular," Rachel commented. "I guess some things never change."
"I might be popular, but people can't keep their eyes off you." Quinn nodded at the bouncer and the security guard next to him. Both of them had their eyes fixed on Rachel's ass.
"Like I said, some things never change." Rachel smiled, but flushed a little. "If I'd had better fashion sense in high school, maybe I would have gotten a date."
"Yeah, but at least you were focused on your music and stuff... so you could get the hell out of Lima." Now that they were in the club, it was harder to hear, so Quinn had to get closer to Rachel. "What do you want to drink?" she asked, mouth practically on the brunette's ear.
You. Was what Rachel thought, but she was pretty sure that was bad form or something. So, she smiled. "Vodka cranberry!" she nearly yelled back.
Quinn nodded the moved for the bar to order their drinks.
The bartender was quick with the order and gave the blonde a wink as she set the beverages in front of her. "She's hot!" the bartender said.
The drummer just grinned and nodded, then handed the vodka cranberry to Rachel and took a sip of her own whiskey sour.
Rachel grinned and leaned in, talking directly into Quinn's ear. "Thanks! And, you know, this girl over there keeps giving me eye. She's kinda hot... maybe I should go home with her, instead." While she was talking, her hand that didn't have the drink in it rested on Quinn's back, her thumb stroking her through the material.
Quinn took a deep drink, then flipped her hair over her shoulder so she could lean in and reply. "Instead? You know, that suggests you're originally planning to go home with me." She was already close, but now she got even closer. "Which is what I want to happen, just so you know."
"Well, if you play your cards right..." Rachel smiled against her ear. Her hand slid down and rested casually (if such an action can ever be casual) on Quinn's ass. "So, do you dance or are you too cool to dance?" Her breath was hot on Quinn's ear, her wet lips moving against the skin.
The blonde pulled back to turn her head so she could respond. Before she moved all the way in, she gave Rachel a smirk. "Did you just ask me if I dance?" Her free hand slipped down to grab the one that was currently resting on her ass. She brought her glass to her lips and tipped it until it was empty, then set it on the bar. "You think you're ready for this, Berry?" she asked, lightly nipping at the brunette's ear.
"Oh, do you think you're really that hot?" Rachel asked, amused. She also drained her drink, leaning over Quinn to place the cup on the counter. Her hair cascaded over her shoulder, showing off her shoulder tattoo.
"I think I can hold my own." Quinn led the singer out onto the dance floor. It wasn't super crowded, yet, but there were already plenty of people dancing. She pulled the brunette close enough to say, "Besides, I figure if you're willing to be seen with me, I must look pretty good."
"Why wouldn't I be willing to be seen with you? You're pretty hot." Rachel's arms wrapped around the blonde, holding her close.
Quinn's own arms slid around her date as she moved with the music. It was too hard to have a conversation, which was silly to do on the dance floor, anyway, so she just moved to the beat, keeping Rachel close to her.
Rachel turned so her back was to Quinn, moving with her. Years of dance lessons left her limber and a very good dancer.
After a couple songs, Quinn's arms tightened around Rachel's waist as she put her mouth to her ear. "I could use another drink and maybe a breather for a minute." It wasn't the dancing she really needed the break from, it was the fact that she was already so incredibly turned on by the brunette.
Rachel nodded and took her hand, moving off the dance floor with the blonde. She headed back to the bar and elbowed her way through, it was much more crowded then before. The singer leaned against the counter, going up on her toes and bending forward. The bartender moved right for her and at least four guys twisted their bodies trying to see up her skirt.
After catching herself staring at the way the skirt inched upward, Quinn casually moved behind Rachel blocking the view. One of the guys began to give her a dirty look, then changed his mind when he saw the blonde's hand's settle on the singer's waist. He gave her a suggestive raise of the eyebrow, which she responded to with a roll of the eyes.
Rachel ordered them two shots then another round of drinks. When Quinn's hand settled on her waist, Rachel was sure her skin was burning where Quinn was touching her. This was totally killing her, going through these motions of a date (not that she wasn't having fun, she was) when really she was ready to be literally inside of the other girl. She turned around and handed Quinn her shot, then lifted hers in a toast.
"What are we drinking to?" Quinn shouted over the music. A repeat of really hot sex from a couple nights ago? She wondered how much of this was necessary and if it would be bad form to duck out early so they could jump right to the sex. Which, from the way Rachel keep looking at her (and touching her and rubbing against her), was a mutual desire.
"Reunions," Rachel yelled back, clinking her shot glass against Quinn's. She winked at her, then took the shot. Then she grabbed her drink and pressed her mouth against Quinn's ear. "Wanna move to the patio? Get some air?"
The blonde downed her own shot, then nodded. One hand wrapped around her glass, the other around Rachel's fingers, she let the brunette lead them to the outside patio. The music was still fairly loud, but it was much easier to talk. "I hope you're having fun. It's nice just to go out, you know, sometimes. And not give a fuck or whatever."
Rachel still leaned in some to talk to her. "Yeah, I'll be honest, I don't get out a ton. I'm normally too busy and really, clubs are rarely as fun as they look." She smiled at Quinn. "But I'm having fun tonight."
"Good," Quinn smiled back. "I think it helps when you already have a fucking hot date, too." She fiddled with the stir straw, then took a drink. The beginning effects of her buzz were starting to settle in. "I've already had two guys ask if they could come home with us."
"Did you tell them yes?" Rachel asked, looking totally serious. "I think three ways are the way to go now."
Quinn wasn't buying it. So she called her bluff. "Oh yeah, one of them's totally hot. And I don't even do guys."
"Awesome. It's been a while for me, but I'm sure it's like riding a bike." Rachel replied, amused.
That made Quinn laugh. "Probably. It's been even longer for me, I'm sure." She took a deep drink, then kept her hazel eyes locked on Rachel's brown ones. "Though, one on one... you and me... we already know that's... pretty fucking hot."
"That, is very true. Which leads me to wonder, did you think you needed to get me tipsy before I would go another round?" Rachel took a long sip. "I mean, I would have been up for it the other day in the bathroom." Her free hand rested on Quinn's hip.
"No, I just thought it would be fun." Quinn's finger trailed along the neckline of Rachel's dress. "You know, to get dressed up, have an actual date. I already knew the sex would be good. Maybe I wanted to see what you were like outside the bedroom."
"Well? What is your conclusion?" Rachel asked, tilting her head. "How am I outside the bedroom?"
"Fun. Sexy. Good conversationalist." Quinn smirked a little at the last one because most of the talking they'd done had been at very close proximity to each other.
"You know Quinn, if you were actually interested in talking with me, you would have taken me to dinner, not a club." Rachel pointed out.
"Or breakfast," Quinn quipped from behind her glass.
That made Rachel laugh. "Are you offering to skip your traditional boy talk with Puck to take me to breakfast?"
"For you? Yeah. I am," the blonde admitted. "Do you... want to get out of here?"
"Yes, but not to one of our places." Rachel smiled. "I'm not that easy, Quinn Fabray."
Quinn's eyes roamed down Rachel's body, then back up. "I'm willing to work for it." She edged closer to the other girl. "Where'd you want to go?"
"Surprise me," Rachel said with a smile. "It will be well worth it."
The drummer leaned in, mouth close to the singer's ear, even though it wasn't necessary out on the patio. "You sure you want to leave your fate in my hands, like that?"
A shiver ran down Rachel's spine. She turned her head to talk into Quinn's ear. "I'll take my chances."
"Typical Berry, never backing down." Quinn lingered in Rachel's personal space, like she was about to kiss her, then took her hand and began to move through the club. She finished the drink in her hand and set the glass on an empty table.
Rachel grinned at that, finishing her drink and setting it down. She followed Quinn out, enjoying the view of her ass.
As they headed out the front door, the bouncer called after them. "Leaving already?"
Quinn glanced back at him and said, "Change of plans."
He laughed. "Understood. You ladies have a good night."
"Thanks." The blonde gave him a wave, her other hand had her fingers interlaced with Rachel's.
Author: kben and meggygurl
Rating: R to NC17
Length: 3400 (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!
Normally, Quinn slept until at least nine, if not ten. Even during school she picked later classes, since she was usually out late with gigs or band practice. Except, this morning, she'd woken up at seven-thirty and couldn't get back to sleep. She'd already figured out the date details about ten minutes after she and Rachel had talked about it. But she didn't want to just spring it right then. Now, she was stuck worrying if it was too early. She didn't want the singer to be cranky and annoyed when Quinn actually asked her out.
Finally, around nine-thirty, she dialed Rachel's number.
"Hello?" Rachel asked, a little breathless.
"Uh, hi." Quinn noticed the way Rachel sounded like she was out of breath. "It's Quinn... are you, busy? I can totally call back." Fuck, they're totally a thing and that's why she didn't say yes yesterday. "I should probably... call back, later."
"What? Why?" Rachel sounded confused. "You're calling. What's up?"
"I was calling to ask you about... what we talk about, but..." Quinn wasn't sure what was going on. "You just sound a little, uh, preoccupied?"
"What? Oh. OH God! No! I'm not!" Rachel started to laugh. "I was working out. Like, literally. We have this dance dvd thing we do... anyway. You probably don't care about that. I wasn't like... busy."
Quinn actually sighed in relief. "Oh! Okay. Good. I mean, not that it's any of my business if you were... like... and not that I assumed you were... it's... shit... can we start over?"
That made Rachel smile a little. "Hello?"
"Hi," the blonde smiled, then started in with her semi-rehearsed side of the conversation. "It's Quinn. Calling you. Well before three. I hope I didn't wake you up."
"You did not. And I see, a whole like six hours early." Rachel sat down on the couch, her tv muted. "What can I do for you?"
Oh, you mean other than get me off twice in a row in record time? Quinn shook the thought away and worked to actually answer the question. "Okay, so this very friend of mine from school is also a pretty badass DJ and she's spinning at this very cool club tonight. I was wondering if you'd care to join me. I'm on the list, so carding won't be an issue."
"Quinn, are you trying to seduce to me with VIP access?" Rachel asked, amused.
"I'm trying to get you to go out with me. And if the VIP access helps, then it helps," Quinn replied.
"What do I need to wear?" Rachel asked with a grin.
"I think the dress code for ladies is just to look fucking hot. So... you know, what you normally wear," Quinn said, casually. "Meet you at your place around nine? This is assuming you say 'yes', of course."
"Oh, did I not do that?" Rachel teased. "Maybe I need to think about it and call you back..."
"If it makes you feel better. I can just sit here and stare at the phone until you make up your mind," Quinn said.
"That would be silly and mean." Rachel couldn't stop grinning. "Yes."
"Awesome. So, nine's okay?" Quinn asked. "Your place? I'll be the hot blonde waiting on the sexy brunette down in front of your building."
"Nine is perfect. And what if there's more than one hot blonde out in front of my building?" Rachel mused.
"You'll have to check for tattoos, I guess," Quinn suggested. "By the way, you never told me if you spotted my second one." Subconsciously, maybe this was her way of finding out if Rachel remembered everything about their night together. Or trying to prove that she definitely remembered.
"The All Star on your back?" Rachel dropped. "No, didn't notice at all." She smiled. "I would have mentioned it at the time, but I'm pretty sure I was busy." Oh, she remembered it all.
"Technically, it says Hard Core Rock Star. It just looks like the All Star logo. But, come to think of it, you were kind of really busy..." Quinn smiled to herself. "Okay. Nine. That's less than, like, twelve hours from now. I better go figure out what to wear."
"Oh god, I might have to go shopping. Which is like cocaine to Brittany. So, hopefully I'll be back before nine." Rachel sat up. "I'll see you tonight."
"I really hope you make it back. See you then." Quinn hung up and couldn't prevent the grin that plastered itself across her face. But, seriously, what was she going to wear?
Rachel hung up and ran to change clothes so she and Brittany could go shopping. It was going to be a long day, but the brunette was excited.
Quinn was waiting at nine on the dot. After debating about clothing for the better part of the day, she'd finally decided on a black Johnny Cash t-shirt that had been modified into a fitted tank top, her (now intentionally distressed) red and black plaid uniform skirt, black thigh high stockings, and black boots that hit just below her knees. Her hair was straightened, the red chunks braided, again. There was a bulky black leather rocker watch on her left wrist and several thin bracelets on her right.
The only reason Rachel was not outside at 8:49 was because Brittany blocked the door with her surprisingly strong body and told Rachel she was not allowed to be early and she had to make Quinn wait at least five minutes. The brunette was outside at 9:02. She stepped onto the sidewalk, her hair perfectly straight, bangs falling into her eyes. What she was wearing was tagged as a dress, but hitting right below her ass looked more like a long shirt. It cut low showing not just Rachel's cleavage but her lack of bra. The dress was black and managed to hug every curve. Her heels were low, but still showed off her long legs. She flashed Quinn a smile.
"Whoa," was Quinn's initial reply, followed by, "Fuck, you're hot." She allowed herself a moment to just take in the sight of her date, then laughed a little. "Sorry, just... you, uh, never disappoint, do you?"
That made Rachel grin. "You should have seen the S and M outfit Brittany wanted me to wear. There was a matching whip."
"Maybe it's better to save that for the second date?" Quinn's fingers tugged lightly on her own skirt. She looked down at her own outfit. "Shit, maybe I should change."
"Why? You look..." Rachel took in her outfit. "Fuck, I'm a little sad I missed your Britney Spears-ish days."
"If you still like me by the time the night's over, I have pictures you can look at. Maybe even some videos." Quinn moved for the curb so she could hail a cab. "I didn't embrace the look quite the same way you did, though. Although, I'd bet if you threw on a plaid skirt now, with your current vibe... it would kind of be similar." A taxi pulled up and Quinn opened the back door, motioning for Rachel to get in.
Managing to get into the cab without flashing half of New York was a skill that Rachel acquired from years of super short skirts. She was pretty sure she could play soccer in one and not show anyone her panties. "I'll keep that in mind," Rachel replied.
Quinn slid in next to her and gave the driver the address of the club, then settled back in the seat. She was about to ask Rachel something, then decided it might be better to wait until they had a couple drinks. Instead she said, "I'm glad you said yes, by the way."
"Me too. Even if tonight sucks, I got a hot new dress." Rachel smirked, but she reached out and put her hand on Quinn's leg.
"Even if tonight sucks, I'll have spent it with a total hottie." Quinn's hand settled on top of Rachel's. "Of course, if I totally blow it tonight, I'm screwed next time I show up to rehearsal."
"I'll just dramatically quit the band," Rachel smirked. Her thumb stroked Quinn's leg.
"Dramatically? That's so unlike you." Quinn's fingers traced over the brunette's.
"I know, right? Though, in my defense. I never quit glee again." Rachel's hand moved up a little more.
"At least not while I was around. I'll take your word on the last two years, though." Quinn glanced over at her. "You stayed in glee all through high school, right?" It seemed like a stupid question, but the blonde realized she didn't know, for sure.
"Yeah, I was in it all three years. We almost didn't have it junior year. You were gone which meant we weren't eligible. But then we found Janice. Who, did not have your start quality, but she was a decent singer."
"I always kind of wondered... like, what happened without me there. It wasn't my choice to go, you know." Quinn looked out the window. "This is it." She handed some cash up to the driver, opened up the door, and climbed out of the cab, her hand wrapped around Rachel's.
Rachel slid out and nodded. "Yes, I'm sure the all girl boarding school was not your pick." She smiled. "We managed. We always did, normally at the last minute."
"Well, Westlake Academy did prove to have its advantages," Quinn replied.
Even though it was still early, there was already a line forming outside the club. Quinn, still with Rachel in tow, moved to the head of the line until she got to the bouncer. He was a huge guy and the clipboard looked tiny in his hands. "Name?"
"Quinn Fabray."
The bouncer glanced up and smiled at her. "I remember you from last time." He glanced over at Rachel. "Damn, girl. This your date? She's fine as hell."
Quinn beamed. "I know, right?"
He laughed and unhooked the rope so they could enter. "Have fun, ladies."
"You're popular," Rachel commented. "I guess some things never change."
"I might be popular, but people can't keep their eyes off you." Quinn nodded at the bouncer and the security guard next to him. Both of them had their eyes fixed on Rachel's ass.
"Like I said, some things never change." Rachel smiled, but flushed a little. "If I'd had better fashion sense in high school, maybe I would have gotten a date."
"Yeah, but at least you were focused on your music and stuff... so you could get the hell out of Lima." Now that they were in the club, it was harder to hear, so Quinn had to get closer to Rachel. "What do you want to drink?" she asked, mouth practically on the brunette's ear.
You. Was what Rachel thought, but she was pretty sure that was bad form or something. So, she smiled. "Vodka cranberry!" she nearly yelled back.
Quinn nodded the moved for the bar to order their drinks.
The bartender was quick with the order and gave the blonde a wink as she set the beverages in front of her. "She's hot!" the bartender said.
The drummer just grinned and nodded, then handed the vodka cranberry to Rachel and took a sip of her own whiskey sour.
Rachel grinned and leaned in, talking directly into Quinn's ear. "Thanks! And, you know, this girl over there keeps giving me eye. She's kinda hot... maybe I should go home with her, instead." While she was talking, her hand that didn't have the drink in it rested on Quinn's back, her thumb stroking her through the material.
Quinn took a deep drink, then flipped her hair over her shoulder so she could lean in and reply. "Instead? You know, that suggests you're originally planning to go home with me." She was already close, but now she got even closer. "Which is what I want to happen, just so you know."
"Well, if you play your cards right..." Rachel smiled against her ear. Her hand slid down and rested casually (if such an action can ever be casual) on Quinn's ass. "So, do you dance or are you too cool to dance?" Her breath was hot on Quinn's ear, her wet lips moving against the skin.
The blonde pulled back to turn her head so she could respond. Before she moved all the way in, she gave Rachel a smirk. "Did you just ask me if I dance?" Her free hand slipped down to grab the one that was currently resting on her ass. She brought her glass to her lips and tipped it until it was empty, then set it on the bar. "You think you're ready for this, Berry?" she asked, lightly nipping at the brunette's ear.
"Oh, do you think you're really that hot?" Rachel asked, amused. She also drained her drink, leaning over Quinn to place the cup on the counter. Her hair cascaded over her shoulder, showing off her shoulder tattoo.
"I think I can hold my own." Quinn led the singer out onto the dance floor. It wasn't super crowded, yet, but there were already plenty of people dancing. She pulled the brunette close enough to say, "Besides, I figure if you're willing to be seen with me, I must look pretty good."
"Why wouldn't I be willing to be seen with you? You're pretty hot." Rachel's arms wrapped around the blonde, holding her close.
Quinn's own arms slid around her date as she moved with the music. It was too hard to have a conversation, which was silly to do on the dance floor, anyway, so she just moved to the beat, keeping Rachel close to her.
Rachel turned so her back was to Quinn, moving with her. Years of dance lessons left her limber and a very good dancer.
After a couple songs, Quinn's arms tightened around Rachel's waist as she put her mouth to her ear. "I could use another drink and maybe a breather for a minute." It wasn't the dancing she really needed the break from, it was the fact that she was already so incredibly turned on by the brunette.
Rachel nodded and took her hand, moving off the dance floor with the blonde. She headed back to the bar and elbowed her way through, it was much more crowded then before. The singer leaned against the counter, going up on her toes and bending forward. The bartender moved right for her and at least four guys twisted their bodies trying to see up her skirt.
After catching herself staring at the way the skirt inched upward, Quinn casually moved behind Rachel blocking the view. One of the guys began to give her a dirty look, then changed his mind when he saw the blonde's hand's settle on the singer's waist. He gave her a suggestive raise of the eyebrow, which she responded to with a roll of the eyes.
Rachel ordered them two shots then another round of drinks. When Quinn's hand settled on her waist, Rachel was sure her skin was burning where Quinn was touching her. This was totally killing her, going through these motions of a date (not that she wasn't having fun, she was) when really she was ready to be literally inside of the other girl. She turned around and handed Quinn her shot, then lifted hers in a toast.
"What are we drinking to?" Quinn shouted over the music. A repeat of really hot sex from a couple nights ago? She wondered how much of this was necessary and if it would be bad form to duck out early so they could jump right to the sex. Which, from the way Rachel keep looking at her (and touching her and rubbing against her), was a mutual desire.
"Reunions," Rachel yelled back, clinking her shot glass against Quinn's. She winked at her, then took the shot. Then she grabbed her drink and pressed her mouth against Quinn's ear. "Wanna move to the patio? Get some air?"
The blonde downed her own shot, then nodded. One hand wrapped around her glass, the other around Rachel's fingers, she let the brunette lead them to the outside patio. The music was still fairly loud, but it was much easier to talk. "I hope you're having fun. It's nice just to go out, you know, sometimes. And not give a fuck or whatever."
Rachel still leaned in some to talk to her. "Yeah, I'll be honest, I don't get out a ton. I'm normally too busy and really, clubs are rarely as fun as they look." She smiled at Quinn. "But I'm having fun tonight."
"Good," Quinn smiled back. "I think it helps when you already have a fucking hot date, too." She fiddled with the stir straw, then took a drink. The beginning effects of her buzz were starting to settle in. "I've already had two guys ask if they could come home with us."
"Did you tell them yes?" Rachel asked, looking totally serious. "I think three ways are the way to go now."
Quinn wasn't buying it. So she called her bluff. "Oh yeah, one of them's totally hot. And I don't even do guys."
"Awesome. It's been a while for me, but I'm sure it's like riding a bike." Rachel replied, amused.
That made Quinn laugh. "Probably. It's been even longer for me, I'm sure." She took a deep drink, then kept her hazel eyes locked on Rachel's brown ones. "Though, one on one... you and me... we already know that's... pretty fucking hot."
"That, is very true. Which leads me to wonder, did you think you needed to get me tipsy before I would go another round?" Rachel took a long sip. "I mean, I would have been up for it the other day in the bathroom." Her free hand rested on Quinn's hip.
"No, I just thought it would be fun." Quinn's finger trailed along the neckline of Rachel's dress. "You know, to get dressed up, have an actual date. I already knew the sex would be good. Maybe I wanted to see what you were like outside the bedroom."
"Well? What is your conclusion?" Rachel asked, tilting her head. "How am I outside the bedroom?"
"Fun. Sexy. Good conversationalist." Quinn smirked a little at the last one because most of the talking they'd done had been at very close proximity to each other.
"You know Quinn, if you were actually interested in talking with me, you would have taken me to dinner, not a club." Rachel pointed out.
"Or breakfast," Quinn quipped from behind her glass.
That made Rachel laugh. "Are you offering to skip your traditional boy talk with Puck to take me to breakfast?"
"For you? Yeah. I am," the blonde admitted. "Do you... want to get out of here?"
"Yes, but not to one of our places." Rachel smiled. "I'm not that easy, Quinn Fabray."
Quinn's eyes roamed down Rachel's body, then back up. "I'm willing to work for it." She edged closer to the other girl. "Where'd you want to go?"
"Surprise me," Rachel said with a smile. "It will be well worth it."
The drummer leaned in, mouth close to the singer's ear, even though it wasn't necessary out on the patio. "You sure you want to leave your fate in my hands, like that?"
A shiver ran down Rachel's spine. She turned her head to talk into Quinn's ear. "I'll take my chances."
"Typical Berry, never backing down." Quinn lingered in Rachel's personal space, like she was about to kiss her, then took her hand and began to move through the club. She finished the drink in her hand and set the glass on an empty table.
Rachel grinned at that, finishing her drink and setting it down. She followed Quinn out, enjoying the view of her ass.
As they headed out the front door, the bouncer called after them. "Leaving already?"
Quinn glanced back at him and said, "Change of plans."
He laughed. "Understood. You ladies have a good night."
"Thanks." The blonde gave him a wave, her other hand had her fingers interlaced with Rachel's.