240 Glee Main St. (8/13)
Title: 240 Glee Main St. (8/13)
Author: pri_rage
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Santana/Brittany. Mentions Finn/Quinn, Artie/Tina.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, just borrowing them for a bit.
Spoilers: AU Glee. No spoilers.
Word Count: 1725
POV: Quinn
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I woke up not knowing where I was. The night before was a blur. I remember helping B keep S sober by stealing all her beers. I'm assuming from the pounding in my head that was not a very smart idea. I should have given it to Puck, or something. I don't remember anything after B and S left, and even then the things were a little blurry. I remember touching hands with Rachel, and my body got really warm from that.
I could only hope I hadn't done anything too stupid. But now I have to worry about something else, like where the hell I am? I open my eyes slowly. I look around and I recognize the place instantly: It's B's living room. I don't see anyone. I feel nauseated and I run to the bathroom. I empty the contents of my stomach. I wonder if I should go after B, or get a glass of water. My thirst wins. I hear someone in the kitchen, and that person jumps when I get there.
"Quinn!" Rachel screams.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." I say while trying to rub the effect of her scream out of my head.
"It's alright" She says. Her eyes avoid any type of contact with me. She looks hurt.
"What did I do?" I ask a little hesitant.
"You don't remember?" She says, her voice high pitched. I could hear the quivering in her voice.
"Nope. I don't remember anything after S and B left. I was stealing S beers so she would be sober so she could talk to B. I'm guessing I didn't stop drinking after they left, if my headache is any indication of it."
I had never got drunk before. Sure, I have had a few drinks, but I preferred not to get drunk. I was the one that stayed sober so I could take care of the others. I was never drinking like this again.
"What did I do?"
"I should go. My parents must be worried." And with that she was gone, and I had no idea what was going on. I needed something for my headache, so I decided I should go after B. I go upstairs. Her door is open, and I could hear moaning coming from her room. Oh god, please, don't let me see my two best friends having sex. Luckily is only a heavy make out session, and they are fully clothed. I put my best smirk on, or as good as I could make it with the hangover. I clear my throat. B, who surprisingly is on top, straddles S and looks at me.
"Seriously Q, ever heard of knocking?" S says annoyingly.
"Ever heard of closing the door?"
"What do you want?"
"B, do you have anything for my headache?"
"Sure" She jumps out of bed. Her hair is a mess, it's really funny.
"Why are you laughing?" She asks me.
"You look like you were attacked or something." She has a few bruises on her neck.
"S is a really good kisser"
"I'm glad it worked out for you guys. When my head isn't exploding, I want details."
"I should go check on Rach. I meet you at the kitchen?"
"She is gone."
"What happened?"
"That's what I would like to know."
S comes and hugs B from behind, the three of us make our way downstairs.
"You and Finn were pretty much having sex at the park. You couldn't expect her to be happy. I thought you were less stupid then that." S says. B is getting me the medicine.
"I don't remember anything."
"Good for you."
"She hates me."
"And you should hate yourself."
"S, don't be mean to Quinn. She was only drinking because I wanted to talk to you."
"So that's why the beers kept disappearing from my hand."
I look at her with a skeptical look. She didn't even notice?
"I should try to talk to her. Although I don't think she will accept to talk to me that easily."
"Invite her over to help you make brownies." B says while opening the fridge, and getting some milk.
"What makes you think she will accept?" S voice my thoughts.
"Rachel is as crazy for your brownies as she is for you, if not more. And you said you promised cooking it every week for her. Saturday is almost here. I say you kick Finn ass all the way to the moon and conquers Rach with your brownies." B says, sits on S' lap and gives her a quick peck. Those two are disgustingly cute. Disgustingly being the key word.
"I'll think about that. I should go. I don't want my mom to go crazy. I hope she doesn't kill me for what I did last night."
"You kinda deserve it."
"S, you are not being nice. Stop it, or I'll lock you in the closet where there is monsters in my sister's room."
I liked that old B was back. She trying to be mysterious, silent and smart was not working for her.
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"Quinn, where did you spent the night at?" My mom asks as I enter the kitchen. She knew I was probably at B's or S'. I always did on Wednesdays, having to take care of S and B, since they were the ones that normally drunk.
"B's house."
"Was last night fun?"
"Sure." I say as I get a glass of water and sit by our kitchen table.
"You don't look like it. Rough night?"
"You could say so, yeah."
"Wanna talk about it?" My mom knew that if I wanted to talk to her about something, I would. I didn't see how telling her I got drunk and had sex in front of my friends with my boyfriend who I happened to be mad at would be a good idea. She might be open minded, but she is still my mom.
"Not really." I sighed hard. I was the one that needed a plan now. And I didn't see how mine could work as smoothly as B's did.
My phone is ringing and I answer it without looking to she who it was.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Quinn"
"Oh, hey there Finn." I was disappointed it was him, and I didn't hide it from my voice. He, as always, was oblivious. I felt compelled to just break up with him already, and go running into Rach's arms. The only problem was that if I did that, it was more likely she would punch me instead of hug me. Not that I could blame her.
"I was wondering if we are going out on Saturday"
"I already told you I had plans." So that was a lie. I doubted Rachel would ever look at me again. I mean, sure he was my boyfriend and all, and it gave me the right to make out with him. But we weren't on speaking terms last night. And I had decided Rach over Finn.
I mean, during dinner last night I pretty much just talked to her. Her laugh was so great to listen too, and I found out a bunch of cute things about her. Like how she eats fries with fork so she doesn't get her hands dirty, but when eating her burger, she didn't even remembered napkins. She also was a vegetarian. I made fun of her burger, saying it tasted like cardboard and she raised her nose arrogantly and pretended to ignore me, while licking her fingers in a way that should be forbidden in such a familiar ambient. By the time she was done, my breathing was hitched and she looked at me with a knowing look. She was such a tease, and I fell for each and every game she played with me. And I really liked it. I might even say that I loved it. Why the hell did I have to go and screw it up?
"I thought you would change your mind after yesterday."
"Almost having sex at the park didn't mean anything. I don't even remember doing it. I really wish I hadn't done it."
"That does that mean?"
"That means I choose her, Finn. That's what it means."
"But you guys are just friends right? I'm okay with that. Sorry I was mean to you yesterday. Do you have her phone so I can call her and apologize to her too?" Although I could tell he was truthfully sorry, I was done with this. I needed to focus on getting Rach, because it might have only been one week, or less then that, but I was tired of Finn. He wasn't worth it anymore. And after screwing up yesterday, I needed full focus.
"I will give you her phone. But this. Us. It's over. I'm done with it."
There was silent in the end of the line. He then shut it off without saying bye.
I felt sad for the guy. Only little bit though. I'm not being a bitch. But he kinda got it coming to him. I also felt relieved. I got a smile plastered on my face, and my mom was looking at me weird.
I recognized her 'weirdness' for anger.
"You okay there, mom?"
"You had drunk sex at the park yesterday?"
"It wasn't sex. Just making out. I think."
"You think? How much you had to drink?"
"You know me, mom, I don't get drunk. But B was trying to get S to date her, and she made me steal all the drinks S was having."
"Did she force it down your throat?"
"No." I say, looking down. I had definitely lost that fight.
"Good. You are grounded for two weeks."
"What are the limitations?"
"No sleepovers, your door is always opened when you are at home, and you only get to hang out with friends here."
"Meaning I can't leave the house?"
"Do you need a translator?"
"No, I don't."
"Good."
"Now go to your room."
I nod and I start making my way upstairs. I stop, having to ask my mom something.
"Mom, do you think I could stop by Rachel later. I kinda need to talk to her."
"I will call her family and invite them over to dinner. That way you are still grounded, and I get good company for the evening."
A/N: I guess I found time to work on this. I'm quite impressed with myself, considering I had less then two hours of sleep yesterday. I don't know how my brain came up with this all. I hope you guys enjoy and comment, since I was cool enough to post a chapter up so fast *puppy eyes*. Thanx a lot for reading. Let me know if you guys have any ideas to where you want the story to go. As you can imagine, most chapters will probably be Quinn POV from now on.
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Author: pri_rage
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Santana/Brittany. Mentions Finn/Quinn, Artie/Tina.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, just borrowing them for a bit.
Spoilers: AU Glee. No spoilers.
Word Count: 1725
POV: Quinn
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I woke up not knowing where I was. The night before was a blur. I remember helping B keep S sober by stealing all her beers. I'm assuming from the pounding in my head that was not a very smart idea. I should have given it to Puck, or something. I don't remember anything after B and S left, and even then the things were a little blurry. I remember touching hands with Rachel, and my body got really warm from that.
I could only hope I hadn't done anything too stupid. But now I have to worry about something else, like where the hell I am? I open my eyes slowly. I look around and I recognize the place instantly: It's B's living room. I don't see anyone. I feel nauseated and I run to the bathroom. I empty the contents of my stomach. I wonder if I should go after B, or get a glass of water. My thirst wins. I hear someone in the kitchen, and that person jumps when I get there.
"Quinn!" Rachel screams.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." I say while trying to rub the effect of her scream out of my head.
"It's alright" She says. Her eyes avoid any type of contact with me. She looks hurt.
"What did I do?" I ask a little hesitant.
"You don't remember?" She says, her voice high pitched. I could hear the quivering in her voice.
"Nope. I don't remember anything after S and B left. I was stealing S beers so she would be sober so she could talk to B. I'm guessing I didn't stop drinking after they left, if my headache is any indication of it."
I had never got drunk before. Sure, I have had a few drinks, but I preferred not to get drunk. I was the one that stayed sober so I could take care of the others. I was never drinking like this again.
"What did I do?"
"I should go. My parents must be worried." And with that she was gone, and I had no idea what was going on. I needed something for my headache, so I decided I should go after B. I go upstairs. Her door is open, and I could hear moaning coming from her room. Oh god, please, don't let me see my two best friends having sex. Luckily is only a heavy make out session, and they are fully clothed. I put my best smirk on, or as good as I could make it with the hangover. I clear my throat. B, who surprisingly is on top, straddles S and looks at me.
"Seriously Q, ever heard of knocking?" S says annoyingly.
"Ever heard of closing the door?"
"What do you want?"
"B, do you have anything for my headache?"
"Sure" She jumps out of bed. Her hair is a mess, it's really funny.
"Why are you laughing?" She asks me.
"You look like you were attacked or something." She has a few bruises on her neck.
"S is a really good kisser"
"I'm glad it worked out for you guys. When my head isn't exploding, I want details."
"I should go check on Rach. I meet you at the kitchen?"
"She is gone."
"What happened?"
"That's what I would like to know."
S comes and hugs B from behind, the three of us make our way downstairs.
"You and Finn were pretty much having sex at the park. You couldn't expect her to be happy. I thought you were less stupid then that." S says. B is getting me the medicine.
"I don't remember anything."
"Good for you."
"She hates me."
"And you should hate yourself."
"S, don't be mean to Quinn. She was only drinking because I wanted to talk to you."
"So that's why the beers kept disappearing from my hand."
I look at her with a skeptical look. She didn't even notice?
"I should try to talk to her. Although I don't think she will accept to talk to me that easily."
"Invite her over to help you make brownies." B says while opening the fridge, and getting some milk.
"What makes you think she will accept?" S voice my thoughts.
"Rachel is as crazy for your brownies as she is for you, if not more. And you said you promised cooking it every week for her. Saturday is almost here. I say you kick Finn ass all the way to the moon and conquers Rach with your brownies." B says, sits on S' lap and gives her a quick peck. Those two are disgustingly cute. Disgustingly being the key word.
"I'll think about that. I should go. I don't want my mom to go crazy. I hope she doesn't kill me for what I did last night."
"You kinda deserve it."
"S, you are not being nice. Stop it, or I'll lock you in the closet where there is monsters in my sister's room."
I liked that old B was back. She trying to be mysterious, silent and smart was not working for her.
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"Quinn, where did you spent the night at?" My mom asks as I enter the kitchen. She knew I was probably at B's or S'. I always did on Wednesdays, having to take care of S and B, since they were the ones that normally drunk.
"B's house."
"Was last night fun?"
"Sure." I say as I get a glass of water and sit by our kitchen table.
"You don't look like it. Rough night?"
"You could say so, yeah."
"Wanna talk about it?" My mom knew that if I wanted to talk to her about something, I would. I didn't see how telling her I got drunk and had sex in front of my friends with my boyfriend who I happened to be mad at would be a good idea. She might be open minded, but she is still my mom.
"Not really." I sighed hard. I was the one that needed a plan now. And I didn't see how mine could work as smoothly as B's did.
My phone is ringing and I answer it without looking to she who it was.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Quinn"
"Oh, hey there Finn." I was disappointed it was him, and I didn't hide it from my voice. He, as always, was oblivious. I felt compelled to just break up with him already, and go running into Rach's arms. The only problem was that if I did that, it was more likely she would punch me instead of hug me. Not that I could blame her.
"I was wondering if we are going out on Saturday"
"I already told you I had plans." So that was a lie. I doubted Rachel would ever look at me again. I mean, sure he was my boyfriend and all, and it gave me the right to make out with him. But we weren't on speaking terms last night. And I had decided Rach over Finn.
I mean, during dinner last night I pretty much just talked to her. Her laugh was so great to listen too, and I found out a bunch of cute things about her. Like how she eats fries with fork so she doesn't get her hands dirty, but when eating her burger, she didn't even remembered napkins. She also was a vegetarian. I made fun of her burger, saying it tasted like cardboard and she raised her nose arrogantly and pretended to ignore me, while licking her fingers in a way that should be forbidden in such a familiar ambient. By the time she was done, my breathing was hitched and she looked at me with a knowing look. She was such a tease, and I fell for each and every game she played with me. And I really liked it. I might even say that I loved it. Why the hell did I have to go and screw it up?
"I thought you would change your mind after yesterday."
"Almost having sex at the park didn't mean anything. I don't even remember doing it. I really wish I hadn't done it."
"That does that mean?"
"That means I choose her, Finn. That's what it means."
"But you guys are just friends right? I'm okay with that. Sorry I was mean to you yesterday. Do you have her phone so I can call her and apologize to her too?" Although I could tell he was truthfully sorry, I was done with this. I needed to focus on getting Rach, because it might have only been one week, or less then that, but I was tired of Finn. He wasn't worth it anymore. And after screwing up yesterday, I needed full focus.
"I will give you her phone. But this. Us. It's over. I'm done with it."
There was silent in the end of the line. He then shut it off without saying bye.
I felt sad for the guy. Only little bit though. I'm not being a bitch. But he kinda got it coming to him. I also felt relieved. I got a smile plastered on my face, and my mom was looking at me weird.
I recognized her 'weirdness' for anger.
"You okay there, mom?"
"You had drunk sex at the park yesterday?"
"It wasn't sex. Just making out. I think."
"You think? How much you had to drink?"
"You know me, mom, I don't get drunk. But B was trying to get S to date her, and she made me steal all the drinks S was having."
"Did she force it down your throat?"
"No." I say, looking down. I had definitely lost that fight.
"Good. You are grounded for two weeks."
"What are the limitations?"
"No sleepovers, your door is always opened when you are at home, and you only get to hang out with friends here."
"Meaning I can't leave the house?"
"Do you need a translator?"
"No, I don't."
"Good."
"Now go to your room."
I nod and I start making my way upstairs. I stop, having to ask my mom something.
"Mom, do you think I could stop by Rachel later. I kinda need to talk to her."
"I will call her family and invite them over to dinner. That way you are still grounded, and I get good company for the evening."
A/N: I guess I found time to work on this. I'm quite impressed with myself, considering I had less then two hours of sleep yesterday. I don't know how my brain came up with this all. I hope you guys enjoy and comment, since I was cool enough to post a chapter up so fast *puppy eyes*. Thanx a lot for reading. Let me know if you guys have any ideas to where you want the story to go. As you can imagine, most chapters will probably be Quinn POV from now on.
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