Pie
Title: Pie
Pairings: Rachel/Quinn, minor Santana/Brittany
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~2,400
Summary: Rachel wonders if, as is stated in American Pie, apple pie is like the real thing.
Author's Note: This was a birthday present for the wonderful lynnearlington =)
“Oh my God, Berry, are you serious?”
Rachel stood in front of her three new-found friends at Blockbuster as their mouths gaped open at her latest confession. Santana, Brittany, and Quinn had been the ones to talk some sense into her about going after Finn again and how she most definitely shouldn’t and it somehow formed into a very, very unexpected friendship. Outwardly, Santana resisted and protested but Rachel knew that if she wasn’t welcomed then Santana would’ve made damn sure she stayed away.
“I’m not sure I understand what the problem is,” Rachel said quietly. “It’s an R rated movie and I’ve only just turned seventeen.”
“We saw it when we were like, thirteen,” Santana snorted. “The guy that worked here let us rent anything we wanted as long as we were in our Junior Cheerios uniforms.”
“That’s highly inappropriate!”
“Whatever. We’re getting it and watching it tonight.”
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“That was positively revolting! How could anyone enjoy a movie that vulgar? It’s disgusting!”
Rachel paced the living room of her house, absolutely livid that her friends would subject her to such immature and abhorrent “comedy”. American Pie was definitely not going on her list of movies to see again.
“I guess this rules out watching Not Another Teen Movie,” Santana groaned. “Come on, B,” she said, turning to Brittany with a smirk, “we’ll go back to my place and you can eat all the pie you want.”
“Is there lemon?!”
“Not that pie.”
Brittany blinked a few times before realization dawned on her and her mouth split into a wide smile. “Okay!”
Rachel growled and stormed into the kitchen; Santana, surprisingly, followed her.
“You seriously need to get the stick out of your ass, Berry. It was a movie. A fucking hysterical one, at that.”
“It was disgusting.”
“Whatever. I figured you would’ve at least enjoyed Fabray being all over you.”
“She was not!”
“She so was, Captain Oblivious.”
“Friends hold hands.”
“Friends don’t eyefuck other friends.”
“She was no-“
“Oh, she so was. Every time I looked over she was looking at you like she wanted to take you right then and there and you do it to her all the time at school. It’s gross. Either stop it or fuck it out of your systems, take your pick.”
As Santana turned to leave, Rachel caught her arm and peered into the living room, making sure that Quinn and Brittany were thoroughly occupied before she spoke again.
“Is it really…” Rachel sighed. “Is it really like…pie?”
Santana smirked. “Sure.”
“I’ve never…I mean…Should I practice on a pie?”
“Oh my God, that’s...I don’t know if I should feel bad for you because you’ve never gotten off or if I should just be totally grossed out. Whatever, just…don’t ever talk to me about this again. Just do it, okay?”
Rachel nodded slowly, unsure of which part Santana was encouraging her to “do” but the conversation was clearly over and Santana was very clearly ready to leave and go have her own fun with Brittany. Rachel paced the kitchen a few times before opening the refrigerator to retrieve a bottle of water. There, ironically, sat a store-bought apple pie. Her dads had bought it for an office Christmas party that night but had obviously forgotten it. Almost on auto-pilot, Rachel pulled the container out of the refrigerator and stared at it for a few minutes before removing the lid.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Quinn’s voice echoed through the kitchen and startled Rachel enough that she literally threw the pie back into the open refrigerator, most likely causing a huge mess, and slammed the door shut.
“N-nothing.”
“Was that a pie?”
“N-no.”
“You were so going to finger the pie, weren’t you?”
“I…what? No! That’s vulgar!”
“Don’t worry,” Quinn giggled, “it took us a month to get Brittany to stop sticking her fingers in every single pie she saw. Come on, we’ll watch something else upstairs. Your pick.”
Quinn offered a hand; Rachel stared at it for a few seconds before finally slipping her own into it and allowing herself to be led upstairs to her bedroom. She didn’t miss that Quinn was grinning from ear to ear and running her thumb along Rachel’s hand as they went. It was hard to miss, actually, because it made Rachel’s heart race and her cheeks blush and tension start pulling low in her abdomen.
“What do you want to watch?” Quinn asked softly, pushing Rachel’s door open. She didn’t let go of Rachel’s hand as they stepped into the bedroom.
“I don’t know.”
“Really? I figured Funny Girl would be at the top-“
Rachel didn’t give Quinn time to finish. In one quick motion she pulled the blonde in close to her, gripped onto Quinn’s shoulder with her free hand, and leaned up to brush her lips against Quinn’s. The response was immediate; Quinn’s free hand went to Rachel’s waist and pulled their hips together. She smiled and noses bumped before she dipped head back down and pressed her lips more firmly against Rachel’s. Rachel sighed into the kiss and nipped at Quinn’s lower lip, then her upper, before darting her tongue out, meeting Quinn’s halfway. Tongues tangled and massaged; Rachel’s grip on Quinn’s hand and shoulder tightened a little as she felt herself being led toward her bed.
“Is this okay?” Quinn whispered against Rachel’s lips just as their knees hit the bed.
“I’m fully capable of telling you to stop if need be, Quinn. And, for your information, I highly doubt I will.”
“Are you sure?” Quinn took a small step back and reached up to brush a few stray strands of hair away from Rachel’s face.
“Yes. Are you?”
“Yeah.”
Rachel nodded and pulled Quinn back flush against her, capturing her lips in a heated kiss as she pulled the both of them to the bed. Rachel’s hands settled on Quinn’s hips, Quinn’s on either side of Rachel’s head and the full weight of her body on the smaller girl’s. Rachel felt the tension increase as Quinn’s hips pressed against her in an oh-so-delicious way that shot sparks through her body. Quinn’s hands found their way up the front of her sweater and Rachel sat up long enough to have the material tugged over her head and the clasp of her bra undone. She hesitated letting Quinn slip it off, fearing inadequacy (as always), but Quinn quickly found a remedy.
“You’re beautiful,” Quinn whispered. “You’re so beautiful, Rachel.”
Rachel allowed her bra to be pulled off of her arms and she quickly put Quinn in a similar state of undress, pulling her uniform top and sport bra off in one go. It was quite possibly one of the most amazing feelings of her life when Quinn smiled and settled her weight back down. Bare skin against bare skin made Rachel shiver and moan, desperately craving more. She wrapped her arms around Quinn’s back and traced her fingertips up and down the curve of the blonde’s spine. Quinn’s lips found her neck and she placed delicate kisses all along Rachel’s skin, kissing every inch of skin she could reach. Rachel gave a disapproving squeak when Quinn shifted and their torsos parted but she was very much in favor of Quinn’s left hand finding a new position: gently palming her breast and coaxing her nipple to peak.
“Have you done this before?” Rachel gasped, curious to know how Quinn knew almost exactly how and where to touch her. “With another girl, I mean.”
“No,” Quinn breathed against the shell of Rachel’s ear. “But I’ve thought about it a lot.” She gently bit down on the lobe of Rachel’s ear and tugged. Rachel arched her back and dug her fingernails into delicate shoulderblades.
“Me too.”
“And there’s the internet.”
“Resourcefulness is quite a turn-on for me.”
They stayed that way for a while, hands roaming bare torsos and trading heated kisses between nipping and kissing whatever skin was available. Rachel flipped the pair over and slid her hands up Quinn’s stomach and sighed happily at the way Quinn’s breasts fit perfectly in the palms of her hands. It was beautiful and amazing but Rachel desperately needed more. As if Quinn had read her mind, there were hands on her lower back unzipping her skirt and pushing it and her underwear down her hips. Rachel kicked the garments off and didn’t really care that they sent something crashing to the floor. All she wanted to focus on was getting Quinn’s on the floor (or desk, or vanity, or windowsill, whatever) next to it. The pair flipped again and Rachel practically tore Quinn’s skirt and spankies off and they, too, crashed into something.
Quinn settled her hips between Rachel’s legs, their bodies almost fused together from chest to hips. It was the single most amazing sensation Rachel had ever experienced, having nothing separating her from Quinn. She couldn’t tell where her skin ended and Quinn’s began. Quinn’s lips attached to her neck again and her hands splayed against Rachel’s back, causing the brunette to arch up and press their bodies tighter together.
“I need you, Quinn.”
“You have me.”
Rachel dug her fingernails harder into Quinn’s back as the blonde moved her hips, rubbing slick heat against slick heat and whimpering into Rachel’s ear. Rachel was completely unaware of Quinn’s hands moving until one was between them and Quinn’s fingers were running through her drenched folds, spreading sticky wetness up to her clit and then slowly rubbing circles around the hypersensitive bud.
“Oh God,” Rachel gasped. “Don’t ever stop.”
Quinn hummed and pressed a little harder and before Rachel knew what was happening there were stars exploding behind her eyes and it felt as though someone had lit her entire body on fire. Pleasure like she’d never known shot through her body and a loud moan ripped from her throat. She went rigid for a few seconds before collapsing and gasping for air. She felt slightly humiliated that she came undone that easily but it was so fantastic that she wasn’t all that concerned.
“Wow,” Rachel gasped, eyes still closed. “I-I apologize for the abruptness but that was magnificent.”
Quinn chuckled and settled herself next to the out of breath brunette and kissed her cheek. “It’s okay.”
“I’d like very much to reciprocate.”
“I’d like that, too.”
Rachel opened her eyes to be met with hazel eyes staring straight into her own and Quinn’s lips formed into the softest of smiles. Quinn leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to Rachel’s mouth, and then another, and a few more before the kisses became more passionate, more animalistic. Rachel wasn’t sure exactly how she ended up on top of Quinn with the blonde’s legs wrapped around hers but she did and it was rather amazing. She kissed down Quinn’s jaw and to her neck, nipping every so often to mark her territory as her fingernails raked up and down Quinn’s sides.
Quinn gasped as Rachel bit down particularly hard just next to her collarbone and Rachel hissed a little at Quinn’s fingernails digging into her back. Taking a deep breath, Rachel lifted her hips and slipped her hand between Quinn’s legs and began exploring the new territory. There wasn’t anything to compare it to, she’d been interrupted in the kitchen, but it was very…interesting. Rachel marveled at the silkiness and copious amounts of wetness at her fingertips as she slowly ran her fingers through Quinn’s folds and up to the hard bud at the top. She mimicked Quinn’s early motions and began rubbing circles around it, gathering that it was a good thing since Quinn threw her head back and groaned.
“More. Rachel, please.”
Nodding, Rachel slipped her fingers lower and circles Quinn’s entrance a few times before experimentally pushing one finger in and pumping a few times before adding another. Her hand tired after a few more strokes and she curled her fingers to ease a little bit of the soreness. Apparently it was the right thing to do because Quinn arched her back and let out a long, loud moan and begged for Rachel to never, ever stop. Rachel kept curling her fingers and thrusting, eventually finding a satisfactory rhythm.
“So close, Rach…so close,” Quinn panted. “Don’t stop, okay?”
“Okay.”
Rachel looked down as Quinn moved her own hand to rub fast, tight circles around her clit and in seconds the blonde came undone; Rachel could barely move her fingers because of the tight muscles clenching and holding them in place. After Quinn collapsed from her orgasm Rachel curiously brought her fingers to her mouth and licked each of them clean, deciding she wouldn’t mind tasting more of that in the future.
“Come here,” Quinn murmured, beckoning Rachel under the blankets to cuddle. Rachel obliged and slipped beneath the sheets and settled her back into Quinn’s front with the blonde’s arm draped over her waist and pulling her in.
“So…since you so rudely interrupted me in the kitchen, I must know: Is it really like a pie or was Santana trying to humiliate me?”
“Pies can’t snuggle.”
“Other than that?”
“I don’t know. Ask Brittany.”
“And another question: How did you manage to get her to stop sticking her fingers in pies?”
Quinn chuckled. “Santana gave her the real thing.”
“Oh.”
“Get some sleep, I have a feeling it’s going to be an exhausting weekend.”
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“Hi, Rachel!” Brittany bounced up to Rachel’s locker Monday morning looking chipper as ever.
“Good morning, Brittany. I trust you had a good weekend?”
“Yeah, it was awesome. Did Quinn like her cherry pie?”
Rachel cocked her eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“Santana said that Quinn was going to get a taste of your cherry pie when we left. Did she like it?”
“Oh…oh my. Well,” Rachel felt the heat rise to her cheeks and she shoved a few books into her locker, trying to look anywhere but into Brittany’s eyes. “I believe she did, yes.”
“Cool! See you in glee club!”
“Yes. Glee club.”
A few minutes later Rachel heard Brittany’s voice echo down the hallway asking Quinn if she enjoyed Rachel’s cherry pie. The brunette hit her head against her locker and would’ve sworn revenge on Santana Lopez for ever having rented that movie in the first place…but decided that, in the long run, that it did turn out quite well.
Oh, and apple pie? So not as good as the real thing. A half-destroyed apple pie in the Berry’s dumpster may or may not be able to attest to that.
Pairings: Rachel/Quinn, minor Santana/Brittany
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~2,400
Summary: Rachel wonders if, as is stated in American Pie, apple pie is like the real thing.
Author's Note: This was a birthday present for the wonderful lynnearlington =)
“Oh my God, Berry, are you serious?”
Rachel stood in front of her three new-found friends at Blockbuster as their mouths gaped open at her latest confession. Santana, Brittany, and Quinn had been the ones to talk some sense into her about going after Finn again and how she most definitely shouldn’t and it somehow formed into a very, very unexpected friendship. Outwardly, Santana resisted and protested but Rachel knew that if she wasn’t welcomed then Santana would’ve made damn sure she stayed away.
“I’m not sure I understand what the problem is,” Rachel said quietly. “It’s an R rated movie and I’ve only just turned seventeen.”
“We saw it when we were like, thirteen,” Santana snorted. “The guy that worked here let us rent anything we wanted as long as we were in our Junior Cheerios uniforms.”
“That’s highly inappropriate!”
“Whatever. We’re getting it and watching it tonight.”
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“That was positively revolting! How could anyone enjoy a movie that vulgar? It’s disgusting!”
Rachel paced the living room of her house, absolutely livid that her friends would subject her to such immature and abhorrent “comedy”. American Pie was definitely not going on her list of movies to see again.
“I guess this rules out watching Not Another Teen Movie,” Santana groaned. “Come on, B,” she said, turning to Brittany with a smirk, “we’ll go back to my place and you can eat all the pie you want.”
“Is there lemon?!”
“Not that pie.”
Brittany blinked a few times before realization dawned on her and her mouth split into a wide smile. “Okay!”
Rachel growled and stormed into the kitchen; Santana, surprisingly, followed her.
“You seriously need to get the stick out of your ass, Berry. It was a movie. A fucking hysterical one, at that.”
“It was disgusting.”
“Whatever. I figured you would’ve at least enjoyed Fabray being all over you.”
“She was not!”
“She so was, Captain Oblivious.”
“Friends hold hands.”
“Friends don’t eyefuck other friends.”
“She was no-“
“Oh, she so was. Every time I looked over she was looking at you like she wanted to take you right then and there and you do it to her all the time at school. It’s gross. Either stop it or fuck it out of your systems, take your pick.”
As Santana turned to leave, Rachel caught her arm and peered into the living room, making sure that Quinn and Brittany were thoroughly occupied before she spoke again.
“Is it really…” Rachel sighed. “Is it really like…pie?”
Santana smirked. “Sure.”
“I’ve never…I mean…Should I practice on a pie?”
“Oh my God, that’s...I don’t know if I should feel bad for you because you’ve never gotten off or if I should just be totally grossed out. Whatever, just…don’t ever talk to me about this again. Just do it, okay?”
Rachel nodded slowly, unsure of which part Santana was encouraging her to “do” but the conversation was clearly over and Santana was very clearly ready to leave and go have her own fun with Brittany. Rachel paced the kitchen a few times before opening the refrigerator to retrieve a bottle of water. There, ironically, sat a store-bought apple pie. Her dads had bought it for an office Christmas party that night but had obviously forgotten it. Almost on auto-pilot, Rachel pulled the container out of the refrigerator and stared at it for a few minutes before removing the lid.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Quinn’s voice echoed through the kitchen and startled Rachel enough that she literally threw the pie back into the open refrigerator, most likely causing a huge mess, and slammed the door shut.
“N-nothing.”
“Was that a pie?”
“N-no.”
“You were so going to finger the pie, weren’t you?”
“I…what? No! That’s vulgar!”
“Don’t worry,” Quinn giggled, “it took us a month to get Brittany to stop sticking her fingers in every single pie she saw. Come on, we’ll watch something else upstairs. Your pick.”
Quinn offered a hand; Rachel stared at it for a few seconds before finally slipping her own into it and allowing herself to be led upstairs to her bedroom. She didn’t miss that Quinn was grinning from ear to ear and running her thumb along Rachel’s hand as they went. It was hard to miss, actually, because it made Rachel’s heart race and her cheeks blush and tension start pulling low in her abdomen.
“What do you want to watch?” Quinn asked softly, pushing Rachel’s door open. She didn’t let go of Rachel’s hand as they stepped into the bedroom.
“I don’t know.”
“Really? I figured Funny Girl would be at the top-“
Rachel didn’t give Quinn time to finish. In one quick motion she pulled the blonde in close to her, gripped onto Quinn’s shoulder with her free hand, and leaned up to brush her lips against Quinn’s. The response was immediate; Quinn’s free hand went to Rachel’s waist and pulled their hips together. She smiled and noses bumped before she dipped head back down and pressed her lips more firmly against Rachel’s. Rachel sighed into the kiss and nipped at Quinn’s lower lip, then her upper, before darting her tongue out, meeting Quinn’s halfway. Tongues tangled and massaged; Rachel’s grip on Quinn’s hand and shoulder tightened a little as she felt herself being led toward her bed.
“Is this okay?” Quinn whispered against Rachel’s lips just as their knees hit the bed.
“I’m fully capable of telling you to stop if need be, Quinn. And, for your information, I highly doubt I will.”
“Are you sure?” Quinn took a small step back and reached up to brush a few stray strands of hair away from Rachel’s face.
“Yes. Are you?”
“Yeah.”
Rachel nodded and pulled Quinn back flush against her, capturing her lips in a heated kiss as she pulled the both of them to the bed. Rachel’s hands settled on Quinn’s hips, Quinn’s on either side of Rachel’s head and the full weight of her body on the smaller girl’s. Rachel felt the tension increase as Quinn’s hips pressed against her in an oh-so-delicious way that shot sparks through her body. Quinn’s hands found their way up the front of her sweater and Rachel sat up long enough to have the material tugged over her head and the clasp of her bra undone. She hesitated letting Quinn slip it off, fearing inadequacy (as always), but Quinn quickly found a remedy.
“You’re beautiful,” Quinn whispered. “You’re so beautiful, Rachel.”
Rachel allowed her bra to be pulled off of her arms and she quickly put Quinn in a similar state of undress, pulling her uniform top and sport bra off in one go. It was quite possibly one of the most amazing feelings of her life when Quinn smiled and settled her weight back down. Bare skin against bare skin made Rachel shiver and moan, desperately craving more. She wrapped her arms around Quinn’s back and traced her fingertips up and down the curve of the blonde’s spine. Quinn’s lips found her neck and she placed delicate kisses all along Rachel’s skin, kissing every inch of skin she could reach. Rachel gave a disapproving squeak when Quinn shifted and their torsos parted but she was very much in favor of Quinn’s left hand finding a new position: gently palming her breast and coaxing her nipple to peak.
“Have you done this before?” Rachel gasped, curious to know how Quinn knew almost exactly how and where to touch her. “With another girl, I mean.”
“No,” Quinn breathed against the shell of Rachel’s ear. “But I’ve thought about it a lot.” She gently bit down on the lobe of Rachel’s ear and tugged. Rachel arched her back and dug her fingernails into delicate shoulderblades.
“Me too.”
“And there’s the internet.”
“Resourcefulness is quite a turn-on for me.”
They stayed that way for a while, hands roaming bare torsos and trading heated kisses between nipping and kissing whatever skin was available. Rachel flipped the pair over and slid her hands up Quinn’s stomach and sighed happily at the way Quinn’s breasts fit perfectly in the palms of her hands. It was beautiful and amazing but Rachel desperately needed more. As if Quinn had read her mind, there were hands on her lower back unzipping her skirt and pushing it and her underwear down her hips. Rachel kicked the garments off and didn’t really care that they sent something crashing to the floor. All she wanted to focus on was getting Quinn’s on the floor (or desk, or vanity, or windowsill, whatever) next to it. The pair flipped again and Rachel practically tore Quinn’s skirt and spankies off and they, too, crashed into something.
Quinn settled her hips between Rachel’s legs, their bodies almost fused together from chest to hips. It was the single most amazing sensation Rachel had ever experienced, having nothing separating her from Quinn. She couldn’t tell where her skin ended and Quinn’s began. Quinn’s lips attached to her neck again and her hands splayed against Rachel’s back, causing the brunette to arch up and press their bodies tighter together.
“I need you, Quinn.”
“You have me.”
Rachel dug her fingernails harder into Quinn’s back as the blonde moved her hips, rubbing slick heat against slick heat and whimpering into Rachel’s ear. Rachel was completely unaware of Quinn’s hands moving until one was between them and Quinn’s fingers were running through her drenched folds, spreading sticky wetness up to her clit and then slowly rubbing circles around the hypersensitive bud.
“Oh God,” Rachel gasped. “Don’t ever stop.”
Quinn hummed and pressed a little harder and before Rachel knew what was happening there were stars exploding behind her eyes and it felt as though someone had lit her entire body on fire. Pleasure like she’d never known shot through her body and a loud moan ripped from her throat. She went rigid for a few seconds before collapsing and gasping for air. She felt slightly humiliated that she came undone that easily but it was so fantastic that she wasn’t all that concerned.
“Wow,” Rachel gasped, eyes still closed. “I-I apologize for the abruptness but that was magnificent.”
Quinn chuckled and settled herself next to the out of breath brunette and kissed her cheek. “It’s okay.”
“I’d like very much to reciprocate.”
“I’d like that, too.”
Rachel opened her eyes to be met with hazel eyes staring straight into her own and Quinn’s lips formed into the softest of smiles. Quinn leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to Rachel’s mouth, and then another, and a few more before the kisses became more passionate, more animalistic. Rachel wasn’t sure exactly how she ended up on top of Quinn with the blonde’s legs wrapped around hers but she did and it was rather amazing. She kissed down Quinn’s jaw and to her neck, nipping every so often to mark her territory as her fingernails raked up and down Quinn’s sides.
Quinn gasped as Rachel bit down particularly hard just next to her collarbone and Rachel hissed a little at Quinn’s fingernails digging into her back. Taking a deep breath, Rachel lifted her hips and slipped her hand between Quinn’s legs and began exploring the new territory. There wasn’t anything to compare it to, she’d been interrupted in the kitchen, but it was very…interesting. Rachel marveled at the silkiness and copious amounts of wetness at her fingertips as she slowly ran her fingers through Quinn’s folds and up to the hard bud at the top. She mimicked Quinn’s early motions and began rubbing circles around it, gathering that it was a good thing since Quinn threw her head back and groaned.
“More. Rachel, please.”
Nodding, Rachel slipped her fingers lower and circles Quinn’s entrance a few times before experimentally pushing one finger in and pumping a few times before adding another. Her hand tired after a few more strokes and she curled her fingers to ease a little bit of the soreness. Apparently it was the right thing to do because Quinn arched her back and let out a long, loud moan and begged for Rachel to never, ever stop. Rachel kept curling her fingers and thrusting, eventually finding a satisfactory rhythm.
“So close, Rach…so close,” Quinn panted. “Don’t stop, okay?”
“Okay.”
Rachel looked down as Quinn moved her own hand to rub fast, tight circles around her clit and in seconds the blonde came undone; Rachel could barely move her fingers because of the tight muscles clenching and holding them in place. After Quinn collapsed from her orgasm Rachel curiously brought her fingers to her mouth and licked each of them clean, deciding she wouldn’t mind tasting more of that in the future.
“Come here,” Quinn murmured, beckoning Rachel under the blankets to cuddle. Rachel obliged and slipped beneath the sheets and settled her back into Quinn’s front with the blonde’s arm draped over her waist and pulling her in.
“So…since you so rudely interrupted me in the kitchen, I must know: Is it really like a pie or was Santana trying to humiliate me?”
“Pies can’t snuggle.”
“Other than that?”
“I don’t know. Ask Brittany.”
“And another question: How did you manage to get her to stop sticking her fingers in pies?”
Quinn chuckled. “Santana gave her the real thing.”
“Oh.”
“Get some sleep, I have a feeling it’s going to be an exhausting weekend.”
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“Hi, Rachel!” Brittany bounced up to Rachel’s locker Monday morning looking chipper as ever.
“Good morning, Brittany. I trust you had a good weekend?”
“Yeah, it was awesome. Did Quinn like her cherry pie?”
Rachel cocked her eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“Santana said that Quinn was going to get a taste of your cherry pie when we left. Did she like it?”
“Oh…oh my. Well,” Rachel felt the heat rise to her cheeks and she shoved a few books into her locker, trying to look anywhere but into Brittany’s eyes. “I believe she did, yes.”
“Cool! See you in glee club!”
“Yes. Glee club.”
A few minutes later Rachel heard Brittany’s voice echo down the hallway asking Quinn if she enjoyed Rachel’s cherry pie. The brunette hit her head against her locker and would’ve sworn revenge on Santana Lopez for ever having rented that movie in the first place…but decided that, in the long run, that it did turn out quite well.
Oh, and apple pie? So not as good as the real thing. A half-destroyed apple pie in the Berry’s dumpster may or may not be able to attest to that.