fic: if you can't convince them, confuse them (3/?)
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.
Hey guys, I’m so sorry it took me so long to get this up. I promise I’ll do my best to be better. I promise I’ll have the next chapter up either tomorrow or the day after.
And thank you all so much for the reviews! They really mean the world to me, so keep them coming!
This chapter is mainly filler, but I tried to make it as interesting for you as possible. I know it’s short, but the next chapter is almost twice the size, so hopefully that makes up for it.
Special thanks to sky_splitz for promising me a hot, sexy one-shot if i wrote the next chapter. You all can thank her for the sudden motivation I developed. And if any of you would like a similar barter system, i'm all ears. Seriously.
Rachel had assumed that her tentative friendship with Santana would end as soon as the plane touched down in Ohio. Especially with summer vacation looming ahead in only a week. She was pleasantly surprised, therefore, when Santana showed up at her doorstep the night they all returned home.
“Berry,” she said, waltzing past Rachel into the living room. Upon seeing Rachel’s fathers staring confusedly at her, she steeled her resolve and began to speak.
“Mr. and Mr. Berry, my name is Santana Lopez. I’m sure Rachel has told you that I’ve not been extremely nice to her, and I apologize deeply for that. I understand if you’d prefer that I leave your home, but Rachel and I have begun to come to terms, and if it’s not too trouble, I’d appreciate the opportunity to spend the evening with Rachel in order to discuss a few matters of very dire importance.”
“Um, okay?” the taller of the two men said.
“You understood that?” the shorter one asked.
“Hold up,” Santana said, one hand cocked on her hip. “I thought you all talked like that.”
“And by ‘you all’ you mean…”
“Berry’s?”
“No, sorry, that’s just Rachel,” the shorter man said, laughing. “I’m Ben and this is Michael, and we speak like normal human beings.”
“Hey!” Rachel huffed. “I’ll have you know that just because I have an advanced vocabulary does not mean - ”
“Awesome. Then let me rephrase,” Santana interrupted. “Can I borrow mini Berry for a pow wow?”
“Sure thing, and thank you for your apology. All is forgiven unless it happens again.”
“Noted and understood,” Santana said.
“Staying for dinner?”
“What’s on the menu?” Santana asked hesitantly.
“Steaks.” Michael said, grinning.
“Of real cow?”
“Real cow. It might even still be mooing.”
“Dad!” Rachel said, cringing.
“Deal,” Santana said. “One condition. I cook dessert.”
“Done,” Ben said. “What ingredients do you need?”
“Do you have cream, eggs, sugar and milk?”
“Yes to sugar, but we have the vegan equivalents of the rest.”
“And a handheld torch?”
“We’re gay,” Michael said. “Of course we have a handheld torch.”
“Scary vegan crème brulee it is, then.”
“Excellent,” Ben said. “Pleasure doing business with you.”
“Ditto. Now come on, mini-me, let’s go talk.”
…
“I must admit, I find it rather disconcerting that you and my fathers already get along so well,” Rachel said when they reached her bedroom.
“I actually agree,” Santana said. “I was pretty sure they’d kill me on site. Did you even tell them…you know…”
“That you tortured me for years?”
“Yeah. That.”
“I have told them, yes,” Rachel said. “But unless you do something again, now that we’ve made a tentative peace, I don’t think they’ll even bring it up.”
“It’s not a tentative peace, Berry,” Santana said. “It’s peace. I’m not going to get all mushy with you, because it’s just not my style. But you know where I’m coming from. This shit between us was stupid and it was my fault. So I’m sorry.”
“What was that?” Rachel teased. “I don’t think I heard you properly.”
“Yeah, well, I hope for your sake that you’re joking ‘cause you’re not going to hear it again. Ever.”
Rachel laughed. “Fair enough.”
“So, let’s get down to business, shall we?”
“And business is?” Rachel asked.
“Operation Get Fabray to Unpress her Massive Collection of Super Sour Lemons.”
…
With Santana’s help, she found herself invited into the inner sanctum of the Unholy Trio. She sat with them at lunch, studied with them during breaks, and walked with them to classes.
Most of the student population thought it was the makings of a truly giant prank, but when they saw Rachel link pinkies with Brittany, they knew all bets were off. Brittany just didn’t have it in her to be mean. This was the real deal.
Quinn, for her part, was kind of torn. She had really enjoyed spending time with Rachel when they were in New York, but that was practically a different world. She wasn’t sure how she felt about Santana’s newfound bromance with the girl. Unfortunately for her, she knew there was no stopping it now. Once Santana invited somebody in, they were there to stay.
“See something you like, Fabray?” Santana asked as their teacher passed out math finals.
“What are you talking about?” Quinn asked, clearing her throat.
“You were staring at Berry,” Santana said, smirking. “Like you wanted to eat her Berries. And suck up all the berry juice. And -”
“Enough,” Quinn said, feeling the blush crawl up her neck. “It was nothing like that. I was just to ask her if she has an extra pencil.”
“The five on your desk aren’t enough?”
Quinn looked down at her desk and then back to Santana.
“Shut up.”
…
Thirty minutes later and halfway through the exam, Quinn still hadn’t gotten past the second page. She had never been so distracted in her life. With a sigh, she glanced up at Rachel who appeared to be working out the answer of a question in her head. Quinn could see the muscles in Rachel’s jaw working as she chewed on the tip of her pencil.
“Pencil,” Quinn involuntarily whispered.
Santana looked up at Quinn, at Rachel, then back to her test with a wide grin.
“Quinn? Did you have a question?” the teacher asked.
“No, sorry,” Quinn said, clearing her throat. “Just needed another pencil.”
A moment later, Rachel glanced back at Quinn and winked as she bit down hard on the pencil.
Quinn looked away quickly. Or tried to.
…
Later that night, all four girls were studying for their History final at Santana’s house. Brittany and Santana and Quinn were on the bed while Rachel had positioned a couple of blankets and pillows on the floor.
Every time Brittany and Santana stopped to giggle, Quinn would feel frustration seeping up. She actually needed to study. And she was just about to pack up her bags to go home to do that when Rachel interrupted her thoughts.
“You know, Quinn, there’s a lot of room down here. Surely you must feel cramped up there.”
“I’m okay,” Quinn lied. The last thing she needed was to be on a makeshift bed with Rachel.
“Stop being stubborn and come over here,” Rachel said, rolling her eyes.
“Fine, fine,” Quinn said, gathering up her books. “Don’t get your panties in a twist.”
“Not to worry, Quinn,” Rachel said. “Besides, when you’re ready, you’ll twist them for me.”
Santana and Brittany immediately looked up.
“In your dreams,” Quinn said with a smirk as she settled next to Rachel.
“That, actually, is true,” Rachel said.
Santana barked out a laugh when Quinn blanched.
“Just hold on one second,” Rachel said, leaning over Quinn to pick up a blue highlighter on the other side of the blanket. She draped herself over the blonde, purposefully avoiding actual contact until she moved backwards. Carefully, she allowed the side of her breast to graze Quinn’s forearm as she sat back down.
“No problem,” Quinn said, swallowing thickly as Rachel put the blue highlighter down and chose a yellow one instead.
…
The rest of the week was pretty much the same. Rachel would tease Quinn as innocently as possible and Quinn would (poorly) feign disinterest.
Here’s the thing. Quinn wasn’t stupid. And despite what others might think about her, she was actually quite self-aware. So she knew that she felt an attraction to Rachel. She knew this. What she didn’t know, however, was how she was going to deal it.
She tried not to care about what other people think, but at the end of the day, it’s just not who she is. She cares. She couldn’t help it.
And yes, her mother had turned into a different person since she kicked Russell out of the house, but she couldn’t very well go waving rainbow flag around her house. She didn’t even know if she wanted to. She wasn’t gay. At least, she didn’t think she was. She had genuinely been attracted to Finn, Puck, and Sam. But, at the same time, it was nothing compared to how she was beginning to feel about Rachel.
“A peso for your thoughts?” Santana asked as they headed out to the parking lot on the last day of school.
“I’m not thinking about anything,” Quinn lied.
“You are,” Santana said. “But - and I hope you appreciate how big a deal this is - I’m not going to push.”
“How very generous of you” Quinn said, rolling her eyes as she popped the trunk of her car and to throw her bag in.
“Just call me Mother Teresa,” Santana said with a grin. “Just…I’m here when you decide you want to talk about it.”
“Got it,” Quinn said with a smile as they climbed into her car. “Now, stop being sentimental. It doesn’t look good on you.”
“Bitch, please,” Santana said, rolling her eyes. “Everything looks good on me.”
…
“So, first day of summer tomorrow,” Quinn said as she started the car. “What are we doing?”
“I was thinking you and Brittany could come to mine. Lay in the sun, break in the pool, have a few drinks.”
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll be there at noon?”
“Perfect,” Santana said. “Oh, one more thing I forgot to mention.”
“What’s that?”
“Berry’s coming. So look hot.”
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.
Hey guys, I’m so sorry it took me so long to get this up. I promise I’ll do my best to be better. I promise I’ll have the next chapter up either tomorrow or the day after.
And thank you all so much for the reviews! They really mean the world to me, so keep them coming!
This chapter is mainly filler, but I tried to make it as interesting for you as possible. I know it’s short, but the next chapter is almost twice the size, so hopefully that makes up for it.
Special thanks to sky_splitz for promising me a hot, sexy one-shot if i wrote the next chapter. You all can thank her for the sudden motivation I developed. And if any of you would like a similar barter system, i'm all ears. Seriously.
Rachel had assumed that her tentative friendship with Santana would end as soon as the plane touched down in Ohio. Especially with summer vacation looming ahead in only a week. She was pleasantly surprised, therefore, when Santana showed up at her doorstep the night they all returned home.
“Berry,” she said, waltzing past Rachel into the living room. Upon seeing Rachel’s fathers staring confusedly at her, she steeled her resolve and began to speak.
“Mr. and Mr. Berry, my name is Santana Lopez. I’m sure Rachel has told you that I’ve not been extremely nice to her, and I apologize deeply for that. I understand if you’d prefer that I leave your home, but Rachel and I have begun to come to terms, and if it’s not too trouble, I’d appreciate the opportunity to spend the evening with Rachel in order to discuss a few matters of very dire importance.”
“Um, okay?” the taller of the two men said.
“You understood that?” the shorter one asked.
“Hold up,” Santana said, one hand cocked on her hip. “I thought you all talked like that.”
“And by ‘you all’ you mean…”
“Berry’s?”
“No, sorry, that’s just Rachel,” the shorter man said, laughing. “I’m Ben and this is Michael, and we speak like normal human beings.”
“Hey!” Rachel huffed. “I’ll have you know that just because I have an advanced vocabulary does not mean - ”
“Awesome. Then let me rephrase,” Santana interrupted. “Can I borrow mini Berry for a pow wow?”
“Sure thing, and thank you for your apology. All is forgiven unless it happens again.”
“Noted and understood,” Santana said.
“Staying for dinner?”
“What’s on the menu?” Santana asked hesitantly.
“Steaks.” Michael said, grinning.
“Of real cow?”
“Real cow. It might even still be mooing.”
“Dad!” Rachel said, cringing.
“Deal,” Santana said. “One condition. I cook dessert.”
“Done,” Ben said. “What ingredients do you need?”
“Do you have cream, eggs, sugar and milk?”
“Yes to sugar, but we have the vegan equivalents of the rest.”
“And a handheld torch?”
“We’re gay,” Michael said. “Of course we have a handheld torch.”
“Scary vegan crème brulee it is, then.”
“Excellent,” Ben said. “Pleasure doing business with you.”
“Ditto. Now come on, mini-me, let’s go talk.”
…
“I must admit, I find it rather disconcerting that you and my fathers already get along so well,” Rachel said when they reached her bedroom.
“I actually agree,” Santana said. “I was pretty sure they’d kill me on site. Did you even tell them…you know…”
“That you tortured me for years?”
“Yeah. That.”
“I have told them, yes,” Rachel said. “But unless you do something again, now that we’ve made a tentative peace, I don’t think they’ll even bring it up.”
“It’s not a tentative peace, Berry,” Santana said. “It’s peace. I’m not going to get all mushy with you, because it’s just not my style. But you know where I’m coming from. This shit between us was stupid and it was my fault. So I’m sorry.”
“What was that?” Rachel teased. “I don’t think I heard you properly.”
“Yeah, well, I hope for your sake that you’re joking ‘cause you’re not going to hear it again. Ever.”
Rachel laughed. “Fair enough.”
“So, let’s get down to business, shall we?”
“And business is?” Rachel asked.
“Operation Get Fabray to Unpress her Massive Collection of Super Sour Lemons.”
…
With Santana’s help, she found herself invited into the inner sanctum of the Unholy Trio. She sat with them at lunch, studied with them during breaks, and walked with them to classes.
Most of the student population thought it was the makings of a truly giant prank, but when they saw Rachel link pinkies with Brittany, they knew all bets were off. Brittany just didn’t have it in her to be mean. This was the real deal.
Quinn, for her part, was kind of torn. She had really enjoyed spending time with Rachel when they were in New York, but that was practically a different world. She wasn’t sure how she felt about Santana’s newfound bromance with the girl. Unfortunately for her, she knew there was no stopping it now. Once Santana invited somebody in, they were there to stay.
“See something you like, Fabray?” Santana asked as their teacher passed out math finals.
“What are you talking about?” Quinn asked, clearing her throat.
“You were staring at Berry,” Santana said, smirking. “Like you wanted to eat her Berries. And suck up all the berry juice. And -”
“Enough,” Quinn said, feeling the blush crawl up her neck. “It was nothing like that. I was just to ask her if she has an extra pencil.”
“The five on your desk aren’t enough?”
Quinn looked down at her desk and then back to Santana.
“Shut up.”
…
Thirty minutes later and halfway through the exam, Quinn still hadn’t gotten past the second page. She had never been so distracted in her life. With a sigh, she glanced up at Rachel who appeared to be working out the answer of a question in her head. Quinn could see the muscles in Rachel’s jaw working as she chewed on the tip of her pencil.
“Pencil,” Quinn involuntarily whispered.
Santana looked up at Quinn, at Rachel, then back to her test with a wide grin.
“Quinn? Did you have a question?” the teacher asked.
“No, sorry,” Quinn said, clearing her throat. “Just needed another pencil.”
A moment later, Rachel glanced back at Quinn and winked as she bit down hard on the pencil.
Quinn looked away quickly. Or tried to.
…
Later that night, all four girls were studying for their History final at Santana’s house. Brittany and Santana and Quinn were on the bed while Rachel had positioned a couple of blankets and pillows on the floor.
Every time Brittany and Santana stopped to giggle, Quinn would feel frustration seeping up. She actually needed to study. And she was just about to pack up her bags to go home to do that when Rachel interrupted her thoughts.
“You know, Quinn, there’s a lot of room down here. Surely you must feel cramped up there.”
“I’m okay,” Quinn lied. The last thing she needed was to be on a makeshift bed with Rachel.
“Stop being stubborn and come over here,” Rachel said, rolling her eyes.
“Fine, fine,” Quinn said, gathering up her books. “Don’t get your panties in a twist.”
“Not to worry, Quinn,” Rachel said. “Besides, when you’re ready, you’ll twist them for me.”
Santana and Brittany immediately looked up.
“In your dreams,” Quinn said with a smirk as she settled next to Rachel.
“That, actually, is true,” Rachel said.
Santana barked out a laugh when Quinn blanched.
“Just hold on one second,” Rachel said, leaning over Quinn to pick up a blue highlighter on the other side of the blanket. She draped herself over the blonde, purposefully avoiding actual contact until she moved backwards. Carefully, she allowed the side of her breast to graze Quinn’s forearm as she sat back down.
“No problem,” Quinn said, swallowing thickly as Rachel put the blue highlighter down and chose a yellow one instead.
…
The rest of the week was pretty much the same. Rachel would tease Quinn as innocently as possible and Quinn would (poorly) feign disinterest.
Here’s the thing. Quinn wasn’t stupid. And despite what others might think about her, she was actually quite self-aware. So she knew that she felt an attraction to Rachel. She knew this. What she didn’t know, however, was how she was going to deal it.
She tried not to care about what other people think, but at the end of the day, it’s just not who she is. She cares. She couldn’t help it.
And yes, her mother had turned into a different person since she kicked Russell out of the house, but she couldn’t very well go waving rainbow flag around her house. She didn’t even know if she wanted to. She wasn’t gay. At least, she didn’t think she was. She had genuinely been attracted to Finn, Puck, and Sam. But, at the same time, it was nothing compared to how she was beginning to feel about Rachel.
“A peso for your thoughts?” Santana asked as they headed out to the parking lot on the last day of school.
“I’m not thinking about anything,” Quinn lied.
“You are,” Santana said. “But - and I hope you appreciate how big a deal this is - I’m not going to push.”
“How very generous of you” Quinn said, rolling her eyes as she popped the trunk of her car and to throw her bag in.
“Just call me Mother Teresa,” Santana said with a grin. “Just…I’m here when you decide you want to talk about it.”
“Got it,” Quinn said with a smile as they climbed into her car. “Now, stop being sentimental. It doesn’t look good on you.”
“Bitch, please,” Santana said, rolling her eyes. “Everything looks good on me.”
…
“So, first day of summer tomorrow,” Quinn said as she started the car. “What are we doing?”
“I was thinking you and Brittany could come to mine. Lay in the sun, break in the pool, have a few drinks.”
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll be there at noon?”
“Perfect,” Santana said. “Oh, one more thing I forgot to mention.”
“What’s that?”
“Berry’s coming. So look hot.”