Jungle Juice (2/?)
Quinn walked into the den to find Rachel shamelessly flirting with anyone who gave her any sort of attention, and everyone seemed to be falling for the tiny diva’s charms. She was sitting by Puck and as he leaned in and said something, surely inappropriate, Rachel demurely pushed him away with a giggle.
“Finn I cannot believe you are friends with this chauvinistic boor! I demand you acquire new friends, like Mike! He is always so charming and polite.” Rachel finished with a wink to the tall Asian, who smiled back.
The blonde glowered at her girlfriend, as Kurt came up to her “Quinn, what has gotten into her?! Well besides horrible fashion sense!”
“Oh about a half gallon of Jungle Juice.” Santana smirked as she sidled up to her best friend. “I actually find her less irritating this way and Brittany seems to like her more like this too!”
The HBIC turned to find Rachel and Brittany sitting intimately close and whispering about something. The two parted slightly and smiled as they noticed Quinn at the door. The seated blonde waved wildly and Santana and Quinn walked over to the two girls; the taller brunette slid in behind Brittany as Quinn reluctantly sat next to her own girlfriend. Rachel quickly scooted next to her as her hands reached out for the blonde.
“Q! Rach and I were just talking about you! Is it true Rach is the top?!”
Santana laughed and looked at the reddening head cheerleader.
“Oh Quinn, we are all friends here, there is no need to be embarrassed. Our sexual relationship is completely healthy and normal. In fact it has been shown that those in high pressure positions, such as yourself, actually prefer not to be responsible in other aspects of their lives such as in their sex lives.”
“Rachel,” Quinn ground out “I think you need to shut up.”
“Whoa kitty, put your claws away!” The normally fiery Latina said as she looked on in shock at Quinn. The den suddenly became quieter as the rest of the glee club realized something big was going down.
“Santana, it’s quite alright I can defend myself just fine without your assistance. Although I do appreciate the kind gesture; Quinn perhaps we should go somewhere more private to hash out our differences? Noah is it acceptable if Quinn and I commandeer your room for this discussion?”
The mohawked boy quietly nodded and Quinn quickly retreated to find the room while Rachel followed her. As soon as they left the den whispers and discussions broke out.
“I knew there was trouble in paradise!”
“Kurt, what are you talking about?! They’re totally into each other!”
“No way B, they’re gonna break up! I call dibs on Rachel! I bet she’s a freak in bed!”
“Puck you disgust me!”
“I agree with Santana, you ain’t right boy!”
“G-g-g-guys do you think they’re alright to be alone? What if Quinn k-k-kills Rachel?!”
“Calm down Tina, I’m sure they just need to discuss their relationship issues, I mean if you think about it they haven’t been dating that long
so they were due for a fight.”
“Aww hell yeah Artie! Girl fight! I wish I had a camera in my room right now! That is some sexy shit! All that scratching and clawing and ripped shirts, damn!
“Mailman, mailman, MAILMAN!”
“Finn I cannot believe you are friends with this chauvinistic boor! I demand you acquire new friends, like Mike! He is always so charming and polite.” Rachel finished with a wink to the tall Asian, who smiled back.
The blonde glowered at her girlfriend, as Kurt came up to her “Quinn, what has gotten into her?! Well besides horrible fashion sense!”
“Oh about a half gallon of Jungle Juice.” Santana smirked as she sidled up to her best friend. “I actually find her less irritating this way and Brittany seems to like her more like this too!”
The HBIC turned to find Rachel and Brittany sitting intimately close and whispering about something. The two parted slightly and smiled as they noticed Quinn at the door. The seated blonde waved wildly and Santana and Quinn walked over to the two girls; the taller brunette slid in behind Brittany as Quinn reluctantly sat next to her own girlfriend. Rachel quickly scooted next to her as her hands reached out for the blonde.
“Q! Rach and I were just talking about you! Is it true Rach is the top?!”
Santana laughed and looked at the reddening head cheerleader.
“Oh Quinn, we are all friends here, there is no need to be embarrassed. Our sexual relationship is completely healthy and normal. In fact it has been shown that those in high pressure positions, such as yourself, actually prefer not to be responsible in other aspects of their lives such as in their sex lives.”
“Rachel,” Quinn ground out “I think you need to shut up.”
“Whoa kitty, put your claws away!” The normally fiery Latina said as she looked on in shock at Quinn. The den suddenly became quieter as the rest of the glee club realized something big was going down.
“Santana, it’s quite alright I can defend myself just fine without your assistance. Although I do appreciate the kind gesture; Quinn perhaps we should go somewhere more private to hash out our differences? Noah is it acceptable if Quinn and I commandeer your room for this discussion?”
The mohawked boy quietly nodded and Quinn quickly retreated to find the room while Rachel followed her. As soon as they left the den whispers and discussions broke out.
“I knew there was trouble in paradise!”
“Kurt, what are you talking about?! They’re totally into each other!”
“No way B, they’re gonna break up! I call dibs on Rachel! I bet she’s a freak in bed!”
“Puck you disgust me!”
“I agree with Santana, you ain’t right boy!”
“G-g-g-guys do you think they’re alright to be alone? What if Quinn k-k-kills Rachel?!”
“Calm down Tina, I’m sure they just need to discuss their relationship issues, I mean if you think about it they haven’t been dating that long
so they were due for a fight.”
“Aww hell yeah Artie! Girl fight! I wish I had a camera in my room right now! That is some sexy shit! All that scratching and clawing and ripped shirts, damn!
“Mailman, mailman, MAILMAN!”