Fic: if you can't convince them, confuse them (1/?)
Pairing: Rachel / Quinn, side Brittany / Santana
Rating: PG13 now, NC-17 eventually
Spoilers: All episodes, just to be safe.
Summary: Quinn gets way more than she expected when she flirts with Rachel as a joke.
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, obviously.
Author's Note: Just pretend that Brittany dumped Artie for Santana shortly after the locker scene. Also, this is totally unedited, so...yeah.
“Alright kids, gather up. The concierge just gave me a great idea.”
The Glee club moved closer to their teacher and let out a collective sigh. Mr. Schuester’s great ideas usually ended in tears. Or a Journey song.
“In an effort to minimize the trouble that you all get into, I’ve decided to split the rooms up according to sexual orientation rather than gender.”
For moment nobody spoke. They all just blinked…waiting for the punch line. When none came, they realized that he was being serious.
“That’s presuming quite a bit, don’t you think?” Rachel said, crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes. “What if somebody identifies as bisexual? I, for one, am not sleeping between the walls.”
“I didn’t -“ Will began.
“Oh, this is going to be great,” Santana interrupted, laughing hysterically. “You’re actually telling me to have sex with Brit. Amazing.”
“That’s not what I -” Will said, his eyes wide.
“And I get to watch that amazingness,” Puck said, grinning.
“Right, okay. Bad idea. Girls, you’re in room 301. Boys, you’re in room 325. Off you go. Write songs, or something.” Will said. He needed a drink.
…
Rachel was alone in the room preparing for bed when she heard the door open. She had been hoping for Mercedes and Tina, but did a complete double take when Santana, Brittany, and Quinn walked in giggling.
“Oh my goodness, Quinn, your hair looks spectacular!” Rachel exclaimed, walking forward and lightly touching the blonde locks.
“Okay, Thumbelina, keep your tiny, bi-curious hands off of Q,” Santana said, smirking.
Rachel flushed.
“San, be nice. You’re embarrassing Rachel,” Brittany said, pressing a kiss to Santana’s cheek.
“So? That’s like my favorite pastime. It makes me all tingly inside,” Santana replied, though she visibly softened. A little. Not much.
“Because you wouldn’t like it if somebody outed you before you were ready to deal with it, would you?” Brittany said, frowning. “It’d have made you a sad ducky.”
“I’m not even remotely ashamed of my sexuality,” Rachel said, before Santana could respond. “I’ve known who I am for a long time. Longer than you, Santana.”
Rachel knew it was dangerous, provoking Santana like that. But she’d tried everything else with the Latina over the years - caution, flattery, avoidance. It was about time Rachel actually approach her the way she’d wanted to all along. With fire.
“Hear that, S?” Quinn said, with a laugh. “Rachel beat you at being gay.”
Santana’s eyes narrowed, but Rachel swore she saw her lips twitch into a smile. “Yeah, well, she might have known before me, but at least I’m actually doing something about it. Have you ever even been with another girl, shortstack?”
Rachel smiled and walked closer to the Latina, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Santana, I’ve had more experience pleasuring women than you can even begin to imagine.”
Santana’s eyebrows almost flew off of her face before she let out a sharp laugh.
“Oh, god. That’s amazing. Better watch your back, Q. Berry is quickly becoming my new best friend.”
Santana kissed Brittany softly when she frowned.
“If I’d known that’s all it would take to get on your good side, I’d have propositioned you a long time ago,” Rachel said with a wink.
“Stop, you’re killing me,” Santana said, doubled over, clutching her sides with laughter. “Seriously, I can’t breathe.”
“Santana’s taken,” Brittany said with a sweet smile, rubbing the Latina’s back gently. “But Quinn isn’t.”
Quinn would have countered that she wasn’t into women, but Rachel was looking at her and grinning. For some reason, she didn’t dispute it. Still, she decided to have a little fun.
“That’s true,” the blonde said, moving closer to Rachel. “I’ve got this new haircut, but maybe I need something totally new. What do you say, Berry?”
Santana abruptly stopped laughing and looked on at the scene curiously. Quinn thought she was joking, but Santana had had her suspicions for a long time.
Quinn sort of assumed that Rachel would swoon. After all, when Quinn Fabray flirts, even if it wasn’t real…which this totally wasn’t…sensory overload just kind of happens. Especially if the person in question is Rachel freaking Berry.
But when Quinn skimmed her fingers down Rachel’s arm, she was met with a pair of deep, chocolate eyes boring fiercely into hers.
“I’ll tell you what, Quinn,” Rachel said, leaning forward to whisper in the blonde’s ear. “Ask me again when you’re serious, and I’ll show you something new.”
…
“So that was an interesting display,” Santana said to Quinn as they walked to the theater the next day.
“What are you talking about?” Quinn asked, though she was slightly distracted. Rachel and Finn were in front of them, discussing something that looked pretty serious.
“Almost as interesting as the show you’re putting on right now, jolly green giant.”
“I repeat, what are you talking about?”
“Please, I’ve known you all my life so I know what jealous looks like on you. And it’s not pretty. Might want to curb it before Smurfette turns around and gives you a PowerPoint presentation of being too possessive.”
“Santana, that whole thing last night was just a joke,” Quinn said, rolling her eyes.
“Uh huh, so why do you look so pleased right now?”
“Because we’re on our way to Nationals?” Quinn said, her eyebrows raised.
“Maybe. Or maybe it’s because it looks like Berry just shot Finnaptitude down.”
“I’m not even paying attention to her, Santana,” Quinn said, swallowing down what she knew was probably a lie. “She’s not even a Berry-sized blip on my radar.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Q. You and I both know it’s not true,” Santana said.
“Just so you’re aware,” Rachel said, calling over her shoulder. “I know it’s not true too, Quinn.”
Quinn just blinked, her eyes wide.
“Berry, seriously, forget Quinn and marry me instead,” Santana said with a laugh, skipping up to link arms with Rachel who, though slightly shocked, squeezed the Latina’s arm in her own.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Ms. Lopez,” Rachel said with an exaggerated sigh. “I find myself with a propensity for women of a more blonde persuasion.”
“Mmm, me too,” Santana said, grinning as she stared at Brittany talking excitedly with Mike a few feet away.
“I’m glad you found yours,” Rachel said. “Now I just need to find, or rather, convince mine.”
Quinn was still walking, stunned speechless when Rachel glanced over her shoulder and winked.
“Berry, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship,” Santana said looking behind her and chucking at Quinn’s shock.
To continue, or not to continue? Review please, and let me know what you think! Or Brittany will cry.
Rating: PG13 now, NC-17 eventually
Spoilers: All episodes, just to be safe.
Summary: Quinn gets way more than she expected when she flirts with Rachel as a joke.
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, obviously.
Author's Note: Just pretend that Brittany dumped Artie for Santana shortly after the locker scene. Also, this is totally unedited, so...yeah.
“Alright kids, gather up. The concierge just gave me a great idea.”
The Glee club moved closer to their teacher and let out a collective sigh. Mr. Schuester’s great ideas usually ended in tears. Or a Journey song.
“In an effort to minimize the trouble that you all get into, I’ve decided to split the rooms up according to sexual orientation rather than gender.”
For moment nobody spoke. They all just blinked…waiting for the punch line. When none came, they realized that he was being serious.
“That’s presuming quite a bit, don’t you think?” Rachel said, crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes. “What if somebody identifies as bisexual? I, for one, am not sleeping between the walls.”
“I didn’t -“ Will began.
“Oh, this is going to be great,” Santana interrupted, laughing hysterically. “You’re actually telling me to have sex with Brit. Amazing.”
“That’s not what I -” Will said, his eyes wide.
“And I get to watch that amazingness,” Puck said, grinning.
“Right, okay. Bad idea. Girls, you’re in room 301. Boys, you’re in room 325. Off you go. Write songs, or something.” Will said. He needed a drink.
…
Rachel was alone in the room preparing for bed when she heard the door open. She had been hoping for Mercedes and Tina, but did a complete double take when Santana, Brittany, and Quinn walked in giggling.
“Oh my goodness, Quinn, your hair looks spectacular!” Rachel exclaimed, walking forward and lightly touching the blonde locks.
“Okay, Thumbelina, keep your tiny, bi-curious hands off of Q,” Santana said, smirking.
Rachel flushed.
“San, be nice. You’re embarrassing Rachel,” Brittany said, pressing a kiss to Santana’s cheek.
“So? That’s like my favorite pastime. It makes me all tingly inside,” Santana replied, though she visibly softened. A little. Not much.
“Because you wouldn’t like it if somebody outed you before you were ready to deal with it, would you?” Brittany said, frowning. “It’d have made you a sad ducky.”
“I’m not even remotely ashamed of my sexuality,” Rachel said, before Santana could respond. “I’ve known who I am for a long time. Longer than you, Santana.”
Rachel knew it was dangerous, provoking Santana like that. But she’d tried everything else with the Latina over the years - caution, flattery, avoidance. It was about time Rachel actually approach her the way she’d wanted to all along. With fire.
“Hear that, S?” Quinn said, with a laugh. “Rachel beat you at being gay.”
Santana’s eyes narrowed, but Rachel swore she saw her lips twitch into a smile. “Yeah, well, she might have known before me, but at least I’m actually doing something about it. Have you ever even been with another girl, shortstack?”
Rachel smiled and walked closer to the Latina, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Santana, I’ve had more experience pleasuring women than you can even begin to imagine.”
Santana’s eyebrows almost flew off of her face before she let out a sharp laugh.
“Oh, god. That’s amazing. Better watch your back, Q. Berry is quickly becoming my new best friend.”
Santana kissed Brittany softly when she frowned.
“If I’d known that’s all it would take to get on your good side, I’d have propositioned you a long time ago,” Rachel said with a wink.
“Stop, you’re killing me,” Santana said, doubled over, clutching her sides with laughter. “Seriously, I can’t breathe.”
“Santana’s taken,” Brittany said with a sweet smile, rubbing the Latina’s back gently. “But Quinn isn’t.”
Quinn would have countered that she wasn’t into women, but Rachel was looking at her and grinning. For some reason, she didn’t dispute it. Still, she decided to have a little fun.
“That’s true,” the blonde said, moving closer to Rachel. “I’ve got this new haircut, but maybe I need something totally new. What do you say, Berry?”
Santana abruptly stopped laughing and looked on at the scene curiously. Quinn thought she was joking, but Santana had had her suspicions for a long time.
Quinn sort of assumed that Rachel would swoon. After all, when Quinn Fabray flirts, even if it wasn’t real…which this totally wasn’t…sensory overload just kind of happens. Especially if the person in question is Rachel freaking Berry.
But when Quinn skimmed her fingers down Rachel’s arm, she was met with a pair of deep, chocolate eyes boring fiercely into hers.
“I’ll tell you what, Quinn,” Rachel said, leaning forward to whisper in the blonde’s ear. “Ask me again when you’re serious, and I’ll show you something new.”
…
“So that was an interesting display,” Santana said to Quinn as they walked to the theater the next day.
“What are you talking about?” Quinn asked, though she was slightly distracted. Rachel and Finn were in front of them, discussing something that looked pretty serious.
“Almost as interesting as the show you’re putting on right now, jolly green giant.”
“I repeat, what are you talking about?”
“Please, I’ve known you all my life so I know what jealous looks like on you. And it’s not pretty. Might want to curb it before Smurfette turns around and gives you a PowerPoint presentation of being too possessive.”
“Santana, that whole thing last night was just a joke,” Quinn said, rolling her eyes.
“Uh huh, so why do you look so pleased right now?”
“Because we’re on our way to Nationals?” Quinn said, her eyebrows raised.
“Maybe. Or maybe it’s because it looks like Berry just shot Finnaptitude down.”
“I’m not even paying attention to her, Santana,” Quinn said, swallowing down what she knew was probably a lie. “She’s not even a Berry-sized blip on my radar.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Q. You and I both know it’s not true,” Santana said.
“Just so you’re aware,” Rachel said, calling over her shoulder. “I know it’s not true too, Quinn.”
Quinn just blinked, her eyes wide.
“Berry, seriously, forget Quinn and marry me instead,” Santana said with a laugh, skipping up to link arms with Rachel who, though slightly shocked, squeezed the Latina’s arm in her own.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Ms. Lopez,” Rachel said with an exaggerated sigh. “I find myself with a propensity for women of a more blonde persuasion.”
“Mmm, me too,” Santana said, grinning as she stared at Brittany talking excitedly with Mike a few feet away.
“I’m glad you found yours,” Rachel said. “Now I just need to find, or rather, convince mine.”
Quinn was still walking, stunned speechless when Rachel glanced over her shoulder and winked.
“Berry, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship,” Santana said looking behind her and chucking at Quinn’s shock.
To continue, or not to continue? Review please, and let me know what you think! Or Brittany will cry.