FIC: Like a Hurricane (Six)
Title: Like a Hurricane (Six)
Author: kben and meggygurl
Rating: R to NC17
Length: 3000 (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!
"So," Quinn said to the brunette, "in all the excitement to get ready on time, I didn't really eat." At the curb, she flagged down a cab, once again opening the door and letting the singer in.
Rachel laughed as she got in. "So, dinner it is?" As soon as Quinn was in, she reached for her hand again.
"Maybe." Quinn requested that the driver head toward the part of town near the music shop. "I might be looking to get into some good conversation."
"I think this might be one of the first time you ever told me you like hearing me talk." The diva laughed.
"Just don't launch into any lectures about musical theatre and I think we'll be okay," the drummer replied. "Do you, like, plan to still do that, by the way? Like, Broadway?"
That made Rachel pause and looked away. "I, uhh... hope so." It was embarrassing to talk about with a girl in her own band. Rachel's big Broadway dreams.
"Good. Because I went to see some show last month and all I could think about the lead was, Rachel Berry would wipe the floor with this girl." It just came out, casually, the fact that Quinn would have even been thinking about Rachel so recently before they'd run into each other again.
"You were thinking about me a month ago?" Rachel asked, a little bewildered. "We hadn't seen each other in years."
"Yeah, but... I mean, this girl was, like... not bad... just... not..." You. "... great." Quinn shrugged. "You're the only person I know who would ever even really have a shot at Broadway, so why wouldn't I think of you?"
"That's... really sweet Quinn." Rachel sounded a little shocked at that. "I mean... thanks." She actually flushed, giving Quinn a soft, shy smile, one she hasn't shown the blonde before.
Quinn noticed the smile and returned it. "I always thought you had it, you know. Like, IT. I just had a crappy way of telling you that back then. But... I obviously think you're great because you're in the band."
That made Rachel laugh a little. "Thanks. I- have always tried. Maybe harder than I should." She scooted closer to Quinn.
"But that's what makes you so... Berry." Quinn lightly squeezed Rachel's hand. She was definitely feeling the effects of the drinks they'd had, but she was far from wasted.
Rachel had a nice buzz, maybe a little past buzzed, but she wasn't even really drunk. She figured by the time they ate and got to someone's apartment, she would be totally sober.
The cab approached their destination. Again, Quinn paid the driver and led Rachel out of the car. "What are your thoughts on pizza?"
"I'm a college student, what do you think they are?" Rachel asked, amused.
"Good answer." Quinn grinned and walked with Rachel around the corner to a pizza place. Once inside, she glanced over at her date before placing the order. "You trust me?"
"As long as there are no anchovies involved, yes I do." Rachel said with a nod.
"Glad we're on the same page about the tiny fish." Quinn proceeded to place an order with the cashier. Once she'd paid, she faced Rachel and leaned against the counter. "We're close to the shop, and there's drinks and stuff there." Despite the appearance of being rockstars, they were still college students with limited budgets, particularly Quinn who spent a lot of her money on gear for the band.
It seemed like almost a habit already as Rachel's hands went to Quinn's waist. "Do you have a key?" Rachel tilted her head. That was a dumb question, of course she had a key. "Nevermind, ignore that." A finger came up and rested against the blonde's soft pink lips.
Quinn smiled against the digit and raised an eyebrow at Rachel. Her lips parted and gently grazed across her finger until she lightly pulled the fingertip between her teeth.
Rachel's eyes fluttered and she let out a soft sound, then flushed as she remembered they were in a pizza place and not alone. The guy behind the counter was just grinning at them. The brunette rolled her eyes with a huff.
"Anyway," Quinn said, nonchalantly reaching up to wrap her hand around the brunette's wrist. "I have a hammer and a crowbar. That's the same as a key in Manhattan, right?"
"Uhhh..." Rachel's eyes got wide. "Are you being serious?"
"Depends on if the danger factor gets you hot and bothered or not," Quinn deadpanned.
"Not really," Rachel replied honestly. "I'm not really into danger... I mean. I shoplifted once when I was seventeen but that's about it. And I felt so guilty, I paid for it like, thirty minutes later."
"Rachel Berry, juvenile delinquent." Quinn leaned away as if to size her up, then moved back in until she was inches from Rachel's face. "I have a key," she assured her.
"Good." Rachel replied, giving her a smile.
The cashier slid a pizza box onto the counter. "Order's up."
"Thanks," Quinn said, grabbing a stack of napkins and picking up the pizza.
Rachel held the door for her, then moved with her down the sidewalk. "Why the drums?"
"It's funny, actually." Quinn headed toward the corner. "Finn taught me, like, when we were first dating. I kind of really loved it, but didn't pursue it until later, when my roommate at Westlake wanted to start a band."
"Finn taught you?" Rachel asked, looking a little shocked. She didn't know why she was, they dated for a while.
"Yeah, the basics, anyway." The blonde smiled fondly at the memory. "On one of our early dates, he sat me down and showed me how. I think he was just happy to have something that was his, you know, to share with someone." She frowned. "He was such a sweet guy and I was so shitty to him."
"He recovered." Rachel smiled. "Not with me, we tried for about a week. But no." Finn had ended up just being a good friend in high school. She kept in touch still.
As they neared the front of the music store, Quinn handed the pizza off to Rachel so she could reach into the small, thin strapped purse she wore. She produced a key and unlocked the shop door, then quickly ran to the end of the hall to punch in the alarm code. With a grin she looked down the hallway at Rachel. "All clear." She nodded toward the studio where they'd been meeting for practice. "C'mon."
Rachel moved inside, making sure the door was secure behind her. This was New York City after all. When she got into the practice room she set the pizza down on one of the amps and looked at Quinn. "This is almost romantic."
"Almost." Quinn moved to the corner next to the drum kit and grabbed one of the blankets the students used to set their drums up on to keep the kit from sliding as they played. She spread the blanket out across the floor. "Better. But there's still..."
That made Rachel grin. "I like picnics." She set the pizza box down and then carefully sat in her mini skirt. "Ya know, I tried to seduce Finn from you once with a picnic."
"Uh huh..." The blonde was a little distracted, not really hearing what Rachel was telling her. Her eyes scanned the room, then she had an idea. She switched on all the tiny lamps on the music stands, then dimmed the overhead lights. It made for a nice bit of ambiance. "Now, that's romantic," she said.
Rachel smiled at that, flipping the pizza box open. She looked around for a moment, no plates. That's okay, she didn't have to have plates. Just because pizza was messy and she was wearing a nice dress? What if she got sauce all over herself? That would be embarrassing. And there was no way she could eat this slices in any lady-like manner. They were huge. Why were they so huge? One slice was like, the size of her upper body!
Quinn still hadn't made her way back to the blanket. Instead, she was on her knees in front of the mini fridge, reaching past the bottled waters to the remainder of a six pack she and Puck had left there one night. She grabbed the two cans of beer, shut the fridge, then finally sat down next to Rachel. "Don't think I'm trying to get you drunk. But this pizza is at it's best when enjoyed with one of these." She set the beers next to them, then glanced at the brunette who was still staring at the pizza. "Why do I feel like you're scared of it?"
"What?" Rachel was jerked out of her extensive inner monologue. "Oh, no." She flushed hard. "I was trying to assess if there was a good way to do this with out making a mess all over myself."
"Probably not. That's why the beer helps. You care less." Quinn grinned at her. "Oh! I know!" She walked on her knees over to a neaby amp, and turned it on then grabbed the iPod that was connected to it. The drummer scrolled the playlist and just picked what looked like a good stretch of songs. "Music. It'll detract attention away from you making a mess of yourself. Between that and the low light, I think you're safe."
That made Rachel laugh. "Thanks." When Quinn got back over to her, Rachel reached out and cupped the back of her head, pulling her in for a heated kiss. Her tongue slipped into Quinn's mouth and she teased her, fingers curling in blonde hair. She kept it up until her expansive lungs were running low on air, then broke the kiss with a smile. "That makes me care a lot less." Rachel released her and pulled back to inspect the pizza.
The kiss left Quinn in a brief daze, which was broken by the fact that she was starving and the pizza smelled really, really good. She handed half the stack of napkins to Rachel, then dug a slice out of the box. "So, when you're not singing or going to school or singing at school, what else do you do?"
Rachel was chewing on a bit full of pizza and that gave her a moment to think before speaking. "Wait, there are other things?" She grinned. "No uh, I don't know. Go out with friends? Read a lot. I'm kinda boring. But I've always been kind of boring. I'm super active in my university's GSA." Rachel grinned. "I'm president."
"Of course you are," Quinn said. "You... don't seem boring. You never really did. Obsessive and domineering, yeah, sure. But not boring." She worked on her own slice of pizza for a moment, then asked, "So, back at McKinley... did you know? That you were into girls, I mean."
"Of course," Rachel responded, looking a her. "I've known since I was six. I kissed Charlotte Jensen on the playground after trying to teach her the tango from Rent." She smiled. "Gay dads, it was never really an issue for me. I just knew I liked them. And boys. Both really, though it varies who I'm into more. In high school I was much more boy crazy. Well, until my senior year."
Clearly, Quinn had to ask. "What, uh, happened senior year?" Then her mind backtracked. "And, Charlotte Jensen? As in Puck's cousin?"
"Oh yeah, I guess she was. Only she was much cleaner and nicer. Well. Maybe nicer." Rachel smiled. "I got a girlfriend my senior year. A super-secret in the closet hard-core girlfriend."
"I heard, when she was eight, she punched Sue Sylvester, who was a soccer ref at the time. Of course, being just an eight year old kid, I think she, like, only punched her in the thigh. The rumor was, Coach Sylvester sent her a Christmas card with twenty bucks in it every year after that." Quinn shook her head at the memory of her old coach. "So, who was this mystery girlfriend? And, I swear, you can ask me anything you want."
"You just want to know if you knew her, don't you? What's your guess?" Rachel asked with a smirk.
"I am really curious," admitted Quinn. "Let's see... you live with Brittany now, but it didn't sound like you two had that kind of a history... it wasn't Santana, was it?"
"Oh lord no. Even now Santana would rather me get hit by a car then talk to me." Rachel smirked. "She hates that I live with Brittany."
"Okay, definitely not Lopez. You know, I used to hear them going at it at sleepovers when they thought I was asleep... which is probably not relevant or necessary, right now." Quinn went back to guessing. "Was it anyone from glee club?"
"No, actually. She couldn't even sing." Rachel was enjoying this. "But I'm sure you knew her."
"The only other people I hung out with... were... Cheerios..." Quinn cocked her head. "You secretly dated a Cheerio your senior year?"
"Well, she certainly wasn't going to come out and risk getting demoted from head cheerleader." Rachel mused.
Quinn actually froze. "Who... was head cheerleader that year?" She tried really hard to think if Puck had ever mentioned it, or if she'd heard anything when she came home for holidays. "It was me, then Santana took over... I think they went through a couple junior year... senior year... was Hannah Sinclair, I think. Which, it couldn't be her." Her eyes trained on Rachel's face. "Holy fuck, you dated Hannah Sinclair?"
Rachel shrugged. "She really likes girls. And she was actually really good to me. She got the slushies to stop and most of the terrorizing. We just... weren't out in school. But that was okay. I was pretty focused on getting a scholarship from Glee anyway, so I was a little busy at school."
"Okay, that is too weird. And it's impossible. Because, freshman year, at the Winter Cheer Retreat, Hannah Sinclair gave me so much shit when she found out I liked y--" Quinn stopped herself.
"Liked me? Yeah, she mentioned that once, but I didn't believe her." Rachel smiled. "Guess I should have. She was SO jealous of you. Like, so. Which is why we ended up breaking up. She started getting into my email and Facebook to see if you were contacting me. It was so stupid cause we hadn't talked in years."
"I just can't... she gave Brittany and Santana so much trouble. Like, she hated that they were together, like, religiously. Like, literally, in the name of God. And, when I got pregnant, it was like she was glad. Of course, had she known what was going on in my mind during that whole time, she probably would have called an exorcist or something."
"She was a scared, homophobic lesbian." Rachel looked at Quinn. "Her mother actually did call a priest on her. It was after me, her parents LOVED me because they never knew. But when they caught her with the next girl, they flipped out. They called a priest and a preacher, just to cover their bases."
"Yeah, that sucks," Quinn shrugged. "Parents do weird shit to cover up what they consider to be less than perfect. Sometimes it's a priest, other times it's boarding school. They didn't want me to end up pregnant, again. Which was dumb, anyway, because it was stupid that it happened in the first place."
"Did you know teen lesbians are more likely to get pregnant then their straight counterparts?" Rachel asked. "Because they want to prove how straight they are."
"Really? That's... weird." Quinn was almost finished with her huge slice of pizza. "Though, really, I don't think I was trying to prove I was straight. I was trying to prove I could do whatever the hell I wanted. Which, pretty much failed."
Rachel nodded. "I went to a workshop." She wiped her fingers clean of the grease and tried to decide if she wanted number two. "We're still friends."
"She keyed my car, once," Quinn said, slightly bitter. "I shouldn't... like, you two are friends. And obviously she's changed. She just really had it out for me. Though, now that I think about it... I think she thought you liked me. And I already liked you. So, if she liked you... then..." She picked up one of the beers and took a big sip. "I am really glad high school is over."
"Me too. And yeah, there was some... intense jealousy of you." Rachel followed Quinn's lead and took a sip of her beer. "I'm sorry she was about as horrible to you as you were to me."
"Yeah, well, like I said, I'm it's over. Most of it, anyway. Glee was fun." Quinn eyed the rest of the pizza, but decided to wait before eating more. "I'm really glad you didn't hate me then. At least not to my face, anyway. I needed that. Even if I did go on to become some out-of-control private school punk-ass kid."
"I didn't hate you, Quinn. Really, I felt for you. I can't imagine how hard that was." The singer reached out and took Quinn's hand.
"You were the only friend I had for a while. And we weren't even really friends." Quinn slid her hand into Rachel's, then made a face. She looked down at their fingers, then rose to her feet, tugging the brunette up. "We should wash up before we leave pizza prints all over the equipment."
Rachel grinned and stood up. "Oh? Were we planning on playing?" She moved with her to the bathroom to wash her hands.
"You never know when inspiration strikes for a good jam session. Though, just drums and vocals... it might be kind of tribal..." Quinn ran her hands under the warm water, then moved aside to let Rachel in.
Author: kben and meggygurl
Rating: R to NC17
Length: 3000 (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!
"So," Quinn said to the brunette, "in all the excitement to get ready on time, I didn't really eat." At the curb, she flagged down a cab, once again opening the door and letting the singer in.
Rachel laughed as she got in. "So, dinner it is?" As soon as Quinn was in, she reached for her hand again.
"Maybe." Quinn requested that the driver head toward the part of town near the music shop. "I might be looking to get into some good conversation."
"I think this might be one of the first time you ever told me you like hearing me talk." The diva laughed.
"Just don't launch into any lectures about musical theatre and I think we'll be okay," the drummer replied. "Do you, like, plan to still do that, by the way? Like, Broadway?"
That made Rachel pause and looked away. "I, uhh... hope so." It was embarrassing to talk about with a girl in her own band. Rachel's big Broadway dreams.
"Good. Because I went to see some show last month and all I could think about the lead was, Rachel Berry would wipe the floor with this girl." It just came out, casually, the fact that Quinn would have even been thinking about Rachel so recently before they'd run into each other again.
"You were thinking about me a month ago?" Rachel asked, a little bewildered. "We hadn't seen each other in years."
"Yeah, but... I mean, this girl was, like... not bad... just... not..." You. "... great." Quinn shrugged. "You're the only person I know who would ever even really have a shot at Broadway, so why wouldn't I think of you?"
"That's... really sweet Quinn." Rachel sounded a little shocked at that. "I mean... thanks." She actually flushed, giving Quinn a soft, shy smile, one she hasn't shown the blonde before.
Quinn noticed the smile and returned it. "I always thought you had it, you know. Like, IT. I just had a crappy way of telling you that back then. But... I obviously think you're great because you're in the band."
That made Rachel laugh a little. "Thanks. I- have always tried. Maybe harder than I should." She scooted closer to Quinn.
"But that's what makes you so... Berry." Quinn lightly squeezed Rachel's hand. She was definitely feeling the effects of the drinks they'd had, but she was far from wasted.
Rachel had a nice buzz, maybe a little past buzzed, but she wasn't even really drunk. She figured by the time they ate and got to someone's apartment, she would be totally sober.
The cab approached their destination. Again, Quinn paid the driver and led Rachel out of the car. "What are your thoughts on pizza?"
"I'm a college student, what do you think they are?" Rachel asked, amused.
"Good answer." Quinn grinned and walked with Rachel around the corner to a pizza place. Once inside, she glanced over at her date before placing the order. "You trust me?"
"As long as there are no anchovies involved, yes I do." Rachel said with a nod.
"Glad we're on the same page about the tiny fish." Quinn proceeded to place an order with the cashier. Once she'd paid, she faced Rachel and leaned against the counter. "We're close to the shop, and there's drinks and stuff there." Despite the appearance of being rockstars, they were still college students with limited budgets, particularly Quinn who spent a lot of her money on gear for the band.
It seemed like almost a habit already as Rachel's hands went to Quinn's waist. "Do you have a key?" Rachel tilted her head. That was a dumb question, of course she had a key. "Nevermind, ignore that." A finger came up and rested against the blonde's soft pink lips.
Quinn smiled against the digit and raised an eyebrow at Rachel. Her lips parted and gently grazed across her finger until she lightly pulled the fingertip between her teeth.
Rachel's eyes fluttered and she let out a soft sound, then flushed as she remembered they were in a pizza place and not alone. The guy behind the counter was just grinning at them. The brunette rolled her eyes with a huff.
"Anyway," Quinn said, nonchalantly reaching up to wrap her hand around the brunette's wrist. "I have a hammer and a crowbar. That's the same as a key in Manhattan, right?"
"Uhhh..." Rachel's eyes got wide. "Are you being serious?"
"Depends on if the danger factor gets you hot and bothered or not," Quinn deadpanned.
"Not really," Rachel replied honestly. "I'm not really into danger... I mean. I shoplifted once when I was seventeen but that's about it. And I felt so guilty, I paid for it like, thirty minutes later."
"Rachel Berry, juvenile delinquent." Quinn leaned away as if to size her up, then moved back in until she was inches from Rachel's face. "I have a key," she assured her.
"Good." Rachel replied, giving her a smile.
The cashier slid a pizza box onto the counter. "Order's up."
"Thanks," Quinn said, grabbing a stack of napkins and picking up the pizza.
Rachel held the door for her, then moved with her down the sidewalk. "Why the drums?"
"It's funny, actually." Quinn headed toward the corner. "Finn taught me, like, when we were first dating. I kind of really loved it, but didn't pursue it until later, when my roommate at Westlake wanted to start a band."
"Finn taught you?" Rachel asked, looking a little shocked. She didn't know why she was, they dated for a while.
"Yeah, the basics, anyway." The blonde smiled fondly at the memory. "On one of our early dates, he sat me down and showed me how. I think he was just happy to have something that was his, you know, to share with someone." She frowned. "He was such a sweet guy and I was so shitty to him."
"He recovered." Rachel smiled. "Not with me, we tried for about a week. But no." Finn had ended up just being a good friend in high school. She kept in touch still.
As they neared the front of the music store, Quinn handed the pizza off to Rachel so she could reach into the small, thin strapped purse she wore. She produced a key and unlocked the shop door, then quickly ran to the end of the hall to punch in the alarm code. With a grin she looked down the hallway at Rachel. "All clear." She nodded toward the studio where they'd been meeting for practice. "C'mon."
Rachel moved inside, making sure the door was secure behind her. This was New York City after all. When she got into the practice room she set the pizza down on one of the amps and looked at Quinn. "This is almost romantic."
"Almost." Quinn moved to the corner next to the drum kit and grabbed one of the blankets the students used to set their drums up on to keep the kit from sliding as they played. She spread the blanket out across the floor. "Better. But there's still..."
That made Rachel grin. "I like picnics." She set the pizza box down and then carefully sat in her mini skirt. "Ya know, I tried to seduce Finn from you once with a picnic."
"Uh huh..." The blonde was a little distracted, not really hearing what Rachel was telling her. Her eyes scanned the room, then she had an idea. She switched on all the tiny lamps on the music stands, then dimmed the overhead lights. It made for a nice bit of ambiance. "Now, that's romantic," she said.
Rachel smiled at that, flipping the pizza box open. She looked around for a moment, no plates. That's okay, she didn't have to have plates. Just because pizza was messy and she was wearing a nice dress? What if she got sauce all over herself? That would be embarrassing. And there was no way she could eat this slices in any lady-like manner. They were huge. Why were they so huge? One slice was like, the size of her upper body!
Quinn still hadn't made her way back to the blanket. Instead, she was on her knees in front of the mini fridge, reaching past the bottled waters to the remainder of a six pack she and Puck had left there one night. She grabbed the two cans of beer, shut the fridge, then finally sat down next to Rachel. "Don't think I'm trying to get you drunk. But this pizza is at it's best when enjoyed with one of these." She set the beers next to them, then glanced at the brunette who was still staring at the pizza. "Why do I feel like you're scared of it?"
"What?" Rachel was jerked out of her extensive inner monologue. "Oh, no." She flushed hard. "I was trying to assess if there was a good way to do this with out making a mess all over myself."
"Probably not. That's why the beer helps. You care less." Quinn grinned at her. "Oh! I know!" She walked on her knees over to a neaby amp, and turned it on then grabbed the iPod that was connected to it. The drummer scrolled the playlist and just picked what looked like a good stretch of songs. "Music. It'll detract attention away from you making a mess of yourself. Between that and the low light, I think you're safe."
That made Rachel laugh. "Thanks." When Quinn got back over to her, Rachel reached out and cupped the back of her head, pulling her in for a heated kiss. Her tongue slipped into Quinn's mouth and she teased her, fingers curling in blonde hair. She kept it up until her expansive lungs were running low on air, then broke the kiss with a smile. "That makes me care a lot less." Rachel released her and pulled back to inspect the pizza.
The kiss left Quinn in a brief daze, which was broken by the fact that she was starving and the pizza smelled really, really good. She handed half the stack of napkins to Rachel, then dug a slice out of the box. "So, when you're not singing or going to school or singing at school, what else do you do?"
Rachel was chewing on a bit full of pizza and that gave her a moment to think before speaking. "Wait, there are other things?" She grinned. "No uh, I don't know. Go out with friends? Read a lot. I'm kinda boring. But I've always been kind of boring. I'm super active in my university's GSA." Rachel grinned. "I'm president."
"Of course you are," Quinn said. "You... don't seem boring. You never really did. Obsessive and domineering, yeah, sure. But not boring." She worked on her own slice of pizza for a moment, then asked, "So, back at McKinley... did you know? That you were into girls, I mean."
"Of course," Rachel responded, looking a her. "I've known since I was six. I kissed Charlotte Jensen on the playground after trying to teach her the tango from Rent." She smiled. "Gay dads, it was never really an issue for me. I just knew I liked them. And boys. Both really, though it varies who I'm into more. In high school I was much more boy crazy. Well, until my senior year."
Clearly, Quinn had to ask. "What, uh, happened senior year?" Then her mind backtracked. "And, Charlotte Jensen? As in Puck's cousin?"
"Oh yeah, I guess she was. Only she was much cleaner and nicer. Well. Maybe nicer." Rachel smiled. "I got a girlfriend my senior year. A super-secret in the closet hard-core girlfriend."
"I heard, when she was eight, she punched Sue Sylvester, who was a soccer ref at the time. Of course, being just an eight year old kid, I think she, like, only punched her in the thigh. The rumor was, Coach Sylvester sent her a Christmas card with twenty bucks in it every year after that." Quinn shook her head at the memory of her old coach. "So, who was this mystery girlfriend? And, I swear, you can ask me anything you want."
"You just want to know if you knew her, don't you? What's your guess?" Rachel asked with a smirk.
"I am really curious," admitted Quinn. "Let's see... you live with Brittany now, but it didn't sound like you two had that kind of a history... it wasn't Santana, was it?"
"Oh lord no. Even now Santana would rather me get hit by a car then talk to me." Rachel smirked. "She hates that I live with Brittany."
"Okay, definitely not Lopez. You know, I used to hear them going at it at sleepovers when they thought I was asleep... which is probably not relevant or necessary, right now." Quinn went back to guessing. "Was it anyone from glee club?"
"No, actually. She couldn't even sing." Rachel was enjoying this. "But I'm sure you knew her."
"The only other people I hung out with... were... Cheerios..." Quinn cocked her head. "You secretly dated a Cheerio your senior year?"
"Well, she certainly wasn't going to come out and risk getting demoted from head cheerleader." Rachel mused.
Quinn actually froze. "Who... was head cheerleader that year?" She tried really hard to think if Puck had ever mentioned it, or if she'd heard anything when she came home for holidays. "It was me, then Santana took over... I think they went through a couple junior year... senior year... was Hannah Sinclair, I think. Which, it couldn't be her." Her eyes trained on Rachel's face. "Holy fuck, you dated Hannah Sinclair?"
Rachel shrugged. "She really likes girls. And she was actually really good to me. She got the slushies to stop and most of the terrorizing. We just... weren't out in school. But that was okay. I was pretty focused on getting a scholarship from Glee anyway, so I was a little busy at school."
"Okay, that is too weird. And it's impossible. Because, freshman year, at the Winter Cheer Retreat, Hannah Sinclair gave me so much shit when she found out I liked y--" Quinn stopped herself.
"Liked me? Yeah, she mentioned that once, but I didn't believe her." Rachel smiled. "Guess I should have. She was SO jealous of you. Like, so. Which is why we ended up breaking up. She started getting into my email and Facebook to see if you were contacting me. It was so stupid cause we hadn't talked in years."
"I just can't... she gave Brittany and Santana so much trouble. Like, she hated that they were together, like, religiously. Like, literally, in the name of God. And, when I got pregnant, it was like she was glad. Of course, had she known what was going on in my mind during that whole time, she probably would have called an exorcist or something."
"She was a scared, homophobic lesbian." Rachel looked at Quinn. "Her mother actually did call a priest on her. It was after me, her parents LOVED me because they never knew. But when they caught her with the next girl, they flipped out. They called a priest and a preacher, just to cover their bases."
"Yeah, that sucks," Quinn shrugged. "Parents do weird shit to cover up what they consider to be less than perfect. Sometimes it's a priest, other times it's boarding school. They didn't want me to end up pregnant, again. Which was dumb, anyway, because it was stupid that it happened in the first place."
"Did you know teen lesbians are more likely to get pregnant then their straight counterparts?" Rachel asked. "Because they want to prove how straight they are."
"Really? That's... weird." Quinn was almost finished with her huge slice of pizza. "Though, really, I don't think I was trying to prove I was straight. I was trying to prove I could do whatever the hell I wanted. Which, pretty much failed."
Rachel nodded. "I went to a workshop." She wiped her fingers clean of the grease and tried to decide if she wanted number two. "We're still friends."
"She keyed my car, once," Quinn said, slightly bitter. "I shouldn't... like, you two are friends. And obviously she's changed. She just really had it out for me. Though, now that I think about it... I think she thought you liked me. And I already liked you. So, if she liked you... then..." She picked up one of the beers and took a big sip. "I am really glad high school is over."
"Me too. And yeah, there was some... intense jealousy of you." Rachel followed Quinn's lead and took a sip of her beer. "I'm sorry she was about as horrible to you as you were to me."
"Yeah, well, like I said, I'm it's over. Most of it, anyway. Glee was fun." Quinn eyed the rest of the pizza, but decided to wait before eating more. "I'm really glad you didn't hate me then. At least not to my face, anyway. I needed that. Even if I did go on to become some out-of-control private school punk-ass kid."
"I didn't hate you, Quinn. Really, I felt for you. I can't imagine how hard that was." The singer reached out and took Quinn's hand.
"You were the only friend I had for a while. And we weren't even really friends." Quinn slid her hand into Rachel's, then made a face. She looked down at their fingers, then rose to her feet, tugging the brunette up. "We should wash up before we leave pizza prints all over the equipment."
Rachel grinned and stood up. "Oh? Were we planning on playing?" She moved with her to the bathroom to wash her hands.
"You never know when inspiration strikes for a good jam session. Though, just drums and vocals... it might be kind of tribal..." Quinn ran her hands under the warm water, then moved aside to let Rachel in.