fic: Bets
So, I filled my first meme prompt... it didn't really go as expected xD
Title: Bets
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): All the Gleeks, Schue, a little Emma
Genre: crack, basically.
Warning: um... flashing?
Spoilers: we'll say Season 1
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. If I did... wow, this would be awkward.
Author Notes: this... I don't even know what this is. 1000% pure crack, I guess. but it's based off of this prompt at the Glee Kink Meme
Summary: Quinn loses a bet to Santana and has to show off some of her goods to the club... and it's met with interesting reactions.
Word Count: 507
Quinn had high hopes of never having to go through with the bet all through rehearsal… that was, until Ms. Pillsbury came into the room requesting that Mr. Schue help her with something… again. As the door closed behind them, she could practically hear Santana smirking next to her.
“C’mon Q, you gotta do it.” Santana insisted, elbowing her slightly. Quinn really didn’t want to go through with it, because even though her baby bump wasn’t that big, it was still kind of embarrassing, and then she realized that being worried more about showing off her baby bump than her breasts was really kind of weird. She let out a heavy sigh before standing up and walking to the front of the room, quickly grabbing everyone’s confused attention.
“Uh, hey guys. I… um, well-”
“Get on with it, Q!” Santana urged her. Quinn rolled her eyes, but figured getting it done and over with would be best… so that’s what she did. She just lifted her shirt and just went for it.
There were a number of things that went really badly after that.
The first was Kurt spewing water all over the linoleum and choking slightly. She probably could have timed that better, since she knew he had some irrational fear of lady parts, but that kind of reaction wasn’t expected. Also, Mike, who had been leaning back in his chair like usual, tipped his chair backward and completely off the risers. His shout of ‘I’m alright!’ was heard by everyone, but not really acknowledged.
After that, it was kind of chaos. Artie’s exclamation of ‘Damn, white girl!’ had Puck out of his seat in an instant, pulling her shirt down and leading her back to her seat, next to where Mercedes was just gawking. Rachel had her hand clamped tightly over Jesse’s eyes, but the way she licked her lips was not lost to Quinn. Nor was the mumble about being ridiculous coming from Jesse’s mouth and the slightly disgusted look on his face. Even Finn had a strange look on his face, a cross between aroused and nauseated.
“My God, I swear I’ve never kissed a girl, let alone liked it!” Tina shouted from the other side of the room, burying her face into Artie’s shoulder. The outburst was pretty funny, but definitely a little out there. When Quinn looked over at the back corner toward the girl, she noticed Mike rubbing the back of his head and asking Matt for help, but Matt’s eyes tightly shut, as if what she had done would still be there after he opened them again.
“Hey guys, sorry about that. I just- are you guys okay?” When Mr. Schue came back in, they were all still out of it, but no one was going to be fessing up to what had just happened.
So he was left in the dark. And Quinn was very thankful for that, and to be able to get past this. She wouldn’t be making any more bets with Santana any time soon.
Title: Bets
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): All the Gleeks, Schue, a little Emma
Genre: crack, basically.
Warning: um... flashing?
Spoilers: we'll say Season 1
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. If I did... wow, this would be awkward.
Author Notes: this... I don't even know what this is. 1000% pure crack, I guess. but it's based off of this prompt at the Glee Kink Meme
Summary: Quinn loses a bet to Santana and has to show off some of her goods to the club... and it's met with interesting reactions.
Word Count: 507
Quinn had high hopes of never having to go through with the bet all through rehearsal… that was, until Ms. Pillsbury came into the room requesting that Mr. Schue help her with something… again. As the door closed behind them, she could practically hear Santana smirking next to her.
“C’mon Q, you gotta do it.” Santana insisted, elbowing her slightly. Quinn really didn’t want to go through with it, because even though her baby bump wasn’t that big, it was still kind of embarrassing, and then she realized that being worried more about showing off her baby bump than her breasts was really kind of weird. She let out a heavy sigh before standing up and walking to the front of the room, quickly grabbing everyone’s confused attention.
“Uh, hey guys. I… um, well-”
“Get on with it, Q!” Santana urged her. Quinn rolled her eyes, but figured getting it done and over with would be best… so that’s what she did. She just lifted her shirt and just went for it.
There were a number of things that went really badly after that.
The first was Kurt spewing water all over the linoleum and choking slightly. She probably could have timed that better, since she knew he had some irrational fear of lady parts, but that kind of reaction wasn’t expected. Also, Mike, who had been leaning back in his chair like usual, tipped his chair backward and completely off the risers. His shout of ‘I’m alright!’ was heard by everyone, but not really acknowledged.
After that, it was kind of chaos. Artie’s exclamation of ‘Damn, white girl!’ had Puck out of his seat in an instant, pulling her shirt down and leading her back to her seat, next to where Mercedes was just gawking. Rachel had her hand clamped tightly over Jesse’s eyes, but the way she licked her lips was not lost to Quinn. Nor was the mumble about being ridiculous coming from Jesse’s mouth and the slightly disgusted look on his face. Even Finn had a strange look on his face, a cross between aroused and nauseated.
“My God, I swear I’ve never kissed a girl, let alone liked it!” Tina shouted from the other side of the room, burying her face into Artie’s shoulder. The outburst was pretty funny, but definitely a little out there. When Quinn looked over at the back corner toward the girl, she noticed Mike rubbing the back of his head and asking Matt for help, but Matt’s eyes tightly shut, as if what she had done would still be there after he opened them again.
“Hey guys, sorry about that. I just- are you guys okay?” When Mr. Schue came back in, they were all still out of it, but no one was going to be fessing up to what had just happened.
So he was left in the dark. And Quinn was very thankful for that, and to be able to get past this. She wouldn’t be making any more bets with Santana any time soon.