Set fire to the rain chapter 4
Hey guys! Thanks for the comments, I really appreciate them. Hope y’all enjoy this chapter (even though it’s slightly shorter than usual). And slightly later than usual…Oh and I should probably say that I’m not sure how far I’m going to go with this since I’m not actually TRYING to make Finn seem like a bad guy. Because he’s not…really. I mean he’s a little bit dumb and he’s obviously an obstacle between Quinn and Rachel on the show but…He’s not really BAD. So yeah…Just thought I would tell you guys in case you took offence to this chapter or something :/.
Chapter 4
Rachel sighed softly to herself as she carefully wiped blue slushie from her face with a couple of the cheap paper towels from the school bathroom. She heard the door open behind her and glanced up into the mirror, only to see Santana walk in. Their eyes met as the door closed with a click behind the Latina.
“People usually don’t come into this bathroom.” Rachel stated quietly as she resumed the activity of wiping corn syrup from her face “Come to beat me up?”
Santana hesitated for a moment before shaking her head “No.”
“Well then what are you doing here?” Rachel questioned wearily “Because as you’ve probably noticed, I’m very busy right now.”
Santana licked her lips and shifted uncomfortably “I came to see if you were okay.”
Rachel turned around and narrowed her eyes dubiously at the older girl “What?”
“I came to see if you’re okay.” Santana repeated simply as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“Why didn’t Brittany just come herself?” Rachel asked bluntly, chucking the damp paper towels into the trash.
Santana faltered for a moment, seemingly shocked that Rachel had guessed it was Brittany who had sent her. She quickly recovered and hopped up to sit on the sink “She went to class.”
“Oh.” Rachel muttered, slightly disappointed at the news that the bubbly blonde wasn’t around. It seemed that Brittany was the only real friend she had in the school “Well you can go now. If Brittany asks I’ll tell her you were…nice or something.” She rolled her eyes before turning away and proceeding to peel her soaking wet argyle sweater off.
Santana was silent for a moment, merely watching Rachel’s actions “Are you okay?”
“I’m fabulous.” Rachel answered sarcastically as she stuffed the offending sweater into her bag “Can’t you tell?”
Santana raised her eyebrows at the diva “Was that sarcasm Berry? I didn’t know you had it in you.”
Rachel turned and stared at Santana for a moment before wearily shaking her head “I’m just going to go…”
“Berry!” Santana jumped down off the sink as the diva started to walk towards the door.
“What Santana?” Rachel sighed as she turned back to face the Latina “During our time at McKinley it has become apparent that you feel nothing towards me but hate and disgust so I think it would be best if we forget this conversation ever happened and go our separate ways.”
“I don’t hate you.” Was the only thing Santana could think of to say.
Rachel blinked at the revelation “Well, you certainly don’t like me either.”
Santana released a sigh of exasperation and repeated her first question “Are you okay?”
“No.” Rachel answered simply “Now, if you’ll excuse me I really have to get to class.” With that said she turned and walked out of the bathroom.
“Damn it she’s stubborn.” Santana muttered to herself before dutifully following the diva. Noticing the girl in question was already halfway down the corridor she quickly picked up her pace “Hey! Half-pint, wait up!”
Rachel huffed in annoyance but obediently stopped until Santana caught up with her “Aren’t you worried about being seen with me?”
“Slightly.” Santana smirked as they continued the walk down the corridor “But everybody seems to be in class right now.”
“Look Santana…” Rachel sighed “I’m not trying to be rude but…”
“You didn’t answer Quinn’s text.” Santana interrupted her bluntly.
Rachel faltered for a moment as she though back to Quinn’s text which requested she meet her after school yesterday “I am aware of that. But I think meeting up with Quinn would only cause further unnecessary distress and it would be detrimental…”
“Do you have to talk like you’ve swallowed a fucking dictionary?” Santana scowled “’I didn’t want to’ would have been fine.”
“No…It wouldn’t have been accurate.” Rachel disagreed.
“So you did want to?” Santana questioned “Why didn’t you?”
“Because I don’t want to hurt Quinn any more than I already have.” Rachel responded, tightening her grip on her messenger bag. A hand grabbed her arm and she was pulled to a sudden stop “Hey…!”
“Don’t be an idiot Berry.” Santana advised sharply “You can’t fix things with Quinn by running away. I tried it enough with Brittany. You have to talk to her.” When Rachel nodded, her expression softened and she stepped back, her smirk slipping back into place “And if Brittany asks…tell her I was nice.”
“You weren’t particularly nice.” Rachel began to argue.
“I was nice enough by gracing you with my superior presence.” Santana countered, still walking backwards “And I gave you some pretty fucking awesome advice…so tell her!”
Rachel smiled as she watched the Latina wink before turning and walking away, probably to find Brittany.
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“You didn’t answer my text.” Quinn stated softly as she came to a stop next to Rachel’s open locker.
Rachel paused at the sound of Quinn’s voice before closing her locker “Sorry. Um…My battery was dead. And when I noticed the text, I figured it was too late to bother you.”
“Right.” Quinn nodded though it was clear she didn’t believe the excuse “Well…I’m just going to go now than.”
Rachel nodded and watched her begin to walk away but Santana’s advice quickly came to mind “Quinn…wait!” she hauled her bag over her shoulder and jogged to catch up with the blonde cheerio “I-I’m free now if you’re not busy. I mean if you want to do something…not that I’m saying you have to since…”
“Okay.” Quinn cut Rachel off with a small smile “I know a pretty nice Café nearby if you want to hang out for a while.”
“Sure.” Rachel practically beamed at the invitation and they began to silently walk down the corridor. Just as they were walking out of the door, Quinn felt something brush against her hand and glanced down to see what it was.
“Sorry.” Rachel blushed as she pulled her hand away “Erm…Habit.”
“It’s okay.” Quinn sighed sadly and clenched her fists to stop herself grabbing Rachel’s hand.
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“This is…awkward.” Quinn announced, staring at the cup of steaming coffee carefully cradled in her hands. She glanced up to see Rachel staring at her, sadness written across her face.
Rachel sighed, her own gaze dropping to the table “Where are you staying now?”
“Honestly?” Quinn smiled sheepishly “Mostly between Brittany house, Santana’s house and in my car.”
“In your car?!” Rachel questioned in alarm, sitting up straighter in her chair “Quinn!”
“It’s only 1 night a week.” Quinn answered with a shrug “Brittany and Santana need their own space and I can’t go back home so…”
“Do Brittany and Santana know that you sleep in your car?” Rachel questioned in disbelief.
“No…” Quinn shook her head in response “And they’re not going to find out…Santana would kill me.”
Rachel looked troubled at the statement but didn’t say anything further.
“So how are things going with you and…Finn?” Quinn asked with a wince.
Rachel drew back defensively “How many times do I have to tell you there is no ‘me and Finn’?”
Quinn blinked in surprise at Rachel’s defensive tone “I was just wondering if he’s stopped bothering you yet.”
“Oh…” Rachel muttered before laughing nervously “No. He hasn’t. He still follows me around like a lost puppy.”
Quinn rolled her eyes as she sipped at her vanilla latte “Cute.”
“It’s really not.” Rachel disagreed; her nose wrinkled in disgust “It’s quite sickening actually.”
Quinn bit her lip, forcing herself not to point out the fact that if Finn actually was sickening Rachel wouldn’t have slept with him.
There was a moment of silence and Rachel coughed awkwardly “Um…” she struggled to think of something to say, eventually deciding upon what had brought her to the café in the first place “Santana actually talked to me today.”
“She did?” Quinn questioned in surprise. The only times she had heard her friend talk about Rachel since the breakup was through a tirade of insults against her “Why?”
“I was slushied.” Rachel shrugged and began to stir her rapidly cooling Mocha “Brittany told her to make sure I was okay.”
“Oh...I see.” Quinn nodded in understanding.
“Santana was pretty insistent though.” Rachel continued, unfalteringly “She even followed me out of the bathroom and down the hall. She almost gave me the impression that she cared a little bit…you would have been proud of her.”
“Yeah.” A small but never the less present smile tugged at Quinn’s lips “That’s progress right there.”
Rachel began to fidget as they settle back into an uncomfortable silence “So, is there a reason you wanted to meet up with me?” she quickly continued upon seeing Quinn’s hurt look “I don’t mean to sound like I don’t want to be here but you made it quite clear that you didn’t want to see me again.”
“I didn’t say that.” Quinn frowned.
“The songs you sang in Glee club gave me that impression.” Rachel explained sadly.
“I’m...”
“Sorry.” Rachel interrupted her softly “I know…you don’t have to be sorry. But I’m right to assume there’s a deeper reason for you wanting us to meet, aren’t I?”
Quinn sipped at her coffee; making a face when she noticed it was cold “I just needed to talk to you.”
“About what I did.” Rachel clarified “You have…questions?”
“Yes.” Quinn nodded.
“I don’t remember much…But I’ll try to answer anything you want to know.”
“How drunk were you?” Quinn asked purposefully.
“Drunk enough that everything was spinning…” Rachel bit her lip thoughtfully “and I felt strangely nauseous even though Finn only gave me one drink…” she tilted her head to the side in contemplation “It was strange.”
Quinn blinked at her in surprise “You were drunk from…one drink?”
Rachel shrugged, looking as confused as Quinn felt “Yeah, I’m sure of it. I had one drink and then a while later I couldn’t see straight...And Finn was leading me upstairs to his bedroom…” she squinted, trying to recall the fuzzy details “I remember sitting on his bed and…” she paused for a moment, noticing Quinn’s deeply pained expression “Sorry. Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” Quinn shook her head despite wanting nothing more than for Rachel to stop putting the painful images into her head “I’m fine. Keep going.”
Rachel nodded, though she still looked concerned “I was sitting on his bed…and he was kissing me. I vaguely remember thinking….”
“Thinking what?” Quinn questioned softly when Rachel trailed off.
“It’s not really relevant.” Rachel stated unsurely, her gaze flicking around the almost empty coffee shop.
“Tell me…please.” Quinn requested beseechingly “I want to know.”
Rachel closed her eyes before speaking “I remember thinking that it was different to kissing you…It was rougher, more focused on the end result if you know what I mean…”
“Yeah…” Quinn winced at the thought, not sure as to what to think about the fact that she was on Rachel’s mind when her ex was with somebody else “So what happened after?”
“Then…he was taking my clothes off…” Rachel blushed crimson “And he was pushing me back into the bed…and after that everything is kind of black.”
“You don’t remember anything else?” Quinn frowned in confusion “How do you know you actually…”
“You’re the only person I had ever been with…intimately.” Rachel shifted uncomfortably, her blush merely brightening “And being with a guy is different than being with a girl so I was kind of….” She trailed off embarrassedly and ducked her head, her hair falling to cover her face.
“Sore.” Quinn whispered, incensed at the thought of somebody hurting Rachel in any way, regardless of the circumstances.
“Yeah…” Rachel looked back up and nodded “And Finn later reassured me he had used appropriate protection so…”
Quinn nodded vaguely, thinking over what Rachel had said.
“I think I should go.” Rachel said when it became clear that Quinn wasn’t going to give any other type of answer “Do you…Do you want to do this again, sometime?” she paused, waiting for a response but when Quinn merely stared up at her she hastened to add “I don’t mean to assume but…I mean if you want to…since you might have more questions o-or something…”
Quinn smiled, still finding Rachel’s stuttering absolutely adorable even after everything that had happened between them “I’ll text you…”
“Okay.” Rachel smiled at the statement and stood up from her seat “I’ll see you later Quinn.”
“I drove you here.” Quinn reminded her with a small smile.
“I think I’m going to walk home.” Rachel explained “The weather seems appropriate for such an activity and it usually helps me clear my head.”
Quinn nodded, realising she needed to do some head clearing of her own “Okay…I’ll see you in school tomorrow.”
Rachel smiled brightly and instinctively began to lean down to press a kiss to Quinn’s lips. Halfway down she realised what she had been about to do and she pulled back quickly, hoping the blonde hadn’t noticed. Unfortunately for her Quinn was staring directly at her, something Rachel was sure she was mistaking for disappointment in her eyes “Um…Sorry. H…”
“Habit.” Quinn smiled sadly “I know.”
Rachel looked at a loss for what to do for a moment before she decided to throw caution to the wind and leaned down to place a lingering kiss on top of Quinn’s head instead. She slowly pulled back to see Quinn’s eyes had fluttered shut “I’ll see you later Quinn.”
“Yeah…later…” Quinn whispered, turning around in her seat to watch Rachel walk away. When the brunette disappeared out of the door she sighed wistfully and turned back around. Her brow creased in thought as she thought back to what Rachel had said.
She only had one drink…yet she was still drunk…
A mere second later, she sat up in horrified realisation, a gasp unwillingly escaping her lips as a thought struck her. She quickly grabbed her jacket and bag and walked briskly out of the coffee shop.
TBC ;)
Chapter 4
Rachel sighed softly to herself as she carefully wiped blue slushie from her face with a couple of the cheap paper towels from the school bathroom. She heard the door open behind her and glanced up into the mirror, only to see Santana walk in. Their eyes met as the door closed with a click behind the Latina.
“People usually don’t come into this bathroom.” Rachel stated quietly as she resumed the activity of wiping corn syrup from her face “Come to beat me up?”
Santana hesitated for a moment before shaking her head “No.”
“Well then what are you doing here?” Rachel questioned wearily “Because as you’ve probably noticed, I’m very busy right now.”
Santana licked her lips and shifted uncomfortably “I came to see if you were okay.”
Rachel turned around and narrowed her eyes dubiously at the older girl “What?”
“I came to see if you’re okay.” Santana repeated simply as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“Why didn’t Brittany just come herself?” Rachel asked bluntly, chucking the damp paper towels into the trash.
Santana faltered for a moment, seemingly shocked that Rachel had guessed it was Brittany who had sent her. She quickly recovered and hopped up to sit on the sink “She went to class.”
“Oh.” Rachel muttered, slightly disappointed at the news that the bubbly blonde wasn’t around. It seemed that Brittany was the only real friend she had in the school “Well you can go now. If Brittany asks I’ll tell her you were…nice or something.” She rolled her eyes before turning away and proceeding to peel her soaking wet argyle sweater off.
Santana was silent for a moment, merely watching Rachel’s actions “Are you okay?”
“I’m fabulous.” Rachel answered sarcastically as she stuffed the offending sweater into her bag “Can’t you tell?”
Santana raised her eyebrows at the diva “Was that sarcasm Berry? I didn’t know you had it in you.”
Rachel turned and stared at Santana for a moment before wearily shaking her head “I’m just going to go…”
“Berry!” Santana jumped down off the sink as the diva started to walk towards the door.
“What Santana?” Rachel sighed as she turned back to face the Latina “During our time at McKinley it has become apparent that you feel nothing towards me but hate and disgust so I think it would be best if we forget this conversation ever happened and go our separate ways.”
“I don’t hate you.” Was the only thing Santana could think of to say.
Rachel blinked at the revelation “Well, you certainly don’t like me either.”
Santana released a sigh of exasperation and repeated her first question “Are you okay?”
“No.” Rachel answered simply “Now, if you’ll excuse me I really have to get to class.” With that said she turned and walked out of the bathroom.
“Damn it she’s stubborn.” Santana muttered to herself before dutifully following the diva. Noticing the girl in question was already halfway down the corridor she quickly picked up her pace “Hey! Half-pint, wait up!”
Rachel huffed in annoyance but obediently stopped until Santana caught up with her “Aren’t you worried about being seen with me?”
“Slightly.” Santana smirked as they continued the walk down the corridor “But everybody seems to be in class right now.”
“Look Santana…” Rachel sighed “I’m not trying to be rude but…”
“You didn’t answer Quinn’s text.” Santana interrupted her bluntly.
Rachel faltered for a moment as she though back to Quinn’s text which requested she meet her after school yesterday “I am aware of that. But I think meeting up with Quinn would only cause further unnecessary distress and it would be detrimental…”
“Do you have to talk like you’ve swallowed a fucking dictionary?” Santana scowled “’I didn’t want to’ would have been fine.”
“No…It wouldn’t have been accurate.” Rachel disagreed.
“So you did want to?” Santana questioned “Why didn’t you?”
“Because I don’t want to hurt Quinn any more than I already have.” Rachel responded, tightening her grip on her messenger bag. A hand grabbed her arm and she was pulled to a sudden stop “Hey…!”
“Don’t be an idiot Berry.” Santana advised sharply “You can’t fix things with Quinn by running away. I tried it enough with Brittany. You have to talk to her.” When Rachel nodded, her expression softened and she stepped back, her smirk slipping back into place “And if Brittany asks…tell her I was nice.”
“You weren’t particularly nice.” Rachel began to argue.
“I was nice enough by gracing you with my superior presence.” Santana countered, still walking backwards “And I gave you some pretty fucking awesome advice…so tell her!”
Rachel smiled as she watched the Latina wink before turning and walking away, probably to find Brittany.
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“You didn’t answer my text.” Quinn stated softly as she came to a stop next to Rachel’s open locker.
Rachel paused at the sound of Quinn’s voice before closing her locker “Sorry. Um…My battery was dead. And when I noticed the text, I figured it was too late to bother you.”
“Right.” Quinn nodded though it was clear she didn’t believe the excuse “Well…I’m just going to go now than.”
Rachel nodded and watched her begin to walk away but Santana’s advice quickly came to mind “Quinn…wait!” she hauled her bag over her shoulder and jogged to catch up with the blonde cheerio “I-I’m free now if you’re not busy. I mean if you want to do something…not that I’m saying you have to since…”
“Okay.” Quinn cut Rachel off with a small smile “I know a pretty nice Café nearby if you want to hang out for a while.”
“Sure.” Rachel practically beamed at the invitation and they began to silently walk down the corridor. Just as they were walking out of the door, Quinn felt something brush against her hand and glanced down to see what it was.
“Sorry.” Rachel blushed as she pulled her hand away “Erm…Habit.”
“It’s okay.” Quinn sighed sadly and clenched her fists to stop herself grabbing Rachel’s hand.
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“This is…awkward.” Quinn announced, staring at the cup of steaming coffee carefully cradled in her hands. She glanced up to see Rachel staring at her, sadness written across her face.
Rachel sighed, her own gaze dropping to the table “Where are you staying now?”
“Honestly?” Quinn smiled sheepishly “Mostly between Brittany house, Santana’s house and in my car.”
“In your car?!” Rachel questioned in alarm, sitting up straighter in her chair “Quinn!”
“It’s only 1 night a week.” Quinn answered with a shrug “Brittany and Santana need their own space and I can’t go back home so…”
“Do Brittany and Santana know that you sleep in your car?” Rachel questioned in disbelief.
“No…” Quinn shook her head in response “And they’re not going to find out…Santana would kill me.”
Rachel looked troubled at the statement but didn’t say anything further.
“So how are things going with you and…Finn?” Quinn asked with a wince.
Rachel drew back defensively “How many times do I have to tell you there is no ‘me and Finn’?”
Quinn blinked in surprise at Rachel’s defensive tone “I was just wondering if he’s stopped bothering you yet.”
“Oh…” Rachel muttered before laughing nervously “No. He hasn’t. He still follows me around like a lost puppy.”
Quinn rolled her eyes as she sipped at her vanilla latte “Cute.”
“It’s really not.” Rachel disagreed; her nose wrinkled in disgust “It’s quite sickening actually.”
Quinn bit her lip, forcing herself not to point out the fact that if Finn actually was sickening Rachel wouldn’t have slept with him.
There was a moment of silence and Rachel coughed awkwardly “Um…” she struggled to think of something to say, eventually deciding upon what had brought her to the café in the first place “Santana actually talked to me today.”
“She did?” Quinn questioned in surprise. The only times she had heard her friend talk about Rachel since the breakup was through a tirade of insults against her “Why?”
“I was slushied.” Rachel shrugged and began to stir her rapidly cooling Mocha “Brittany told her to make sure I was okay.”
“Oh...I see.” Quinn nodded in understanding.
“Santana was pretty insistent though.” Rachel continued, unfalteringly “She even followed me out of the bathroom and down the hall. She almost gave me the impression that she cared a little bit…you would have been proud of her.”
“Yeah.” A small but never the less present smile tugged at Quinn’s lips “That’s progress right there.”
Rachel began to fidget as they settle back into an uncomfortable silence “So, is there a reason you wanted to meet up with me?” she quickly continued upon seeing Quinn’s hurt look “I don’t mean to sound like I don’t want to be here but you made it quite clear that you didn’t want to see me again.”
“I didn’t say that.” Quinn frowned.
“The songs you sang in Glee club gave me that impression.” Rachel explained sadly.
“I’m...”
“Sorry.” Rachel interrupted her softly “I know…you don’t have to be sorry. But I’m right to assume there’s a deeper reason for you wanting us to meet, aren’t I?”
Quinn sipped at her coffee; making a face when she noticed it was cold “I just needed to talk to you.”
“About what I did.” Rachel clarified “You have…questions?”
“Yes.” Quinn nodded.
“I don’t remember much…But I’ll try to answer anything you want to know.”
“How drunk were you?” Quinn asked purposefully.
“Drunk enough that everything was spinning…” Rachel bit her lip thoughtfully “and I felt strangely nauseous even though Finn only gave me one drink…” she tilted her head to the side in contemplation “It was strange.”
Quinn blinked at her in surprise “You were drunk from…one drink?”
Rachel shrugged, looking as confused as Quinn felt “Yeah, I’m sure of it. I had one drink and then a while later I couldn’t see straight...And Finn was leading me upstairs to his bedroom…” she squinted, trying to recall the fuzzy details “I remember sitting on his bed and…” she paused for a moment, noticing Quinn’s deeply pained expression “Sorry. Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” Quinn shook her head despite wanting nothing more than for Rachel to stop putting the painful images into her head “I’m fine. Keep going.”
Rachel nodded, though she still looked concerned “I was sitting on his bed…and he was kissing me. I vaguely remember thinking….”
“Thinking what?” Quinn questioned softly when Rachel trailed off.
“It’s not really relevant.” Rachel stated unsurely, her gaze flicking around the almost empty coffee shop.
“Tell me…please.” Quinn requested beseechingly “I want to know.”
Rachel closed her eyes before speaking “I remember thinking that it was different to kissing you…It was rougher, more focused on the end result if you know what I mean…”
“Yeah…” Quinn winced at the thought, not sure as to what to think about the fact that she was on Rachel’s mind when her ex was with somebody else “So what happened after?”
“Then…he was taking my clothes off…” Rachel blushed crimson “And he was pushing me back into the bed…and after that everything is kind of black.”
“You don’t remember anything else?” Quinn frowned in confusion “How do you know you actually…”
“You’re the only person I had ever been with…intimately.” Rachel shifted uncomfortably, her blush merely brightening “And being with a guy is different than being with a girl so I was kind of….” She trailed off embarrassedly and ducked her head, her hair falling to cover her face.
“Sore.” Quinn whispered, incensed at the thought of somebody hurting Rachel in any way, regardless of the circumstances.
“Yeah…” Rachel looked back up and nodded “And Finn later reassured me he had used appropriate protection so…”
Quinn nodded vaguely, thinking over what Rachel had said.
“I think I should go.” Rachel said when it became clear that Quinn wasn’t going to give any other type of answer “Do you…Do you want to do this again, sometime?” she paused, waiting for a response but when Quinn merely stared up at her she hastened to add “I don’t mean to assume but…I mean if you want to…since you might have more questions o-or something…”
Quinn smiled, still finding Rachel’s stuttering absolutely adorable even after everything that had happened between them “I’ll text you…”
“Okay.” Rachel smiled at the statement and stood up from her seat “I’ll see you later Quinn.”
“I drove you here.” Quinn reminded her with a small smile.
“I think I’m going to walk home.” Rachel explained “The weather seems appropriate for such an activity and it usually helps me clear my head.”
Quinn nodded, realising she needed to do some head clearing of her own “Okay…I’ll see you in school tomorrow.”
Rachel smiled brightly and instinctively began to lean down to press a kiss to Quinn’s lips. Halfway down she realised what she had been about to do and she pulled back quickly, hoping the blonde hadn’t noticed. Unfortunately for her Quinn was staring directly at her, something Rachel was sure she was mistaking for disappointment in her eyes “Um…Sorry. H…”
“Habit.” Quinn smiled sadly “I know.”
Rachel looked at a loss for what to do for a moment before she decided to throw caution to the wind and leaned down to place a lingering kiss on top of Quinn’s head instead. She slowly pulled back to see Quinn’s eyes had fluttered shut “I’ll see you later Quinn.”
“Yeah…later…” Quinn whispered, turning around in her seat to watch Rachel walk away. When the brunette disappeared out of the door she sighed wistfully and turned back around. Her brow creased in thought as she thought back to what Rachel had said.
She only had one drink…yet she was still drunk…
A mere second later, she sat up in horrified realisation, a gasp unwillingly escaping her lips as a thought struck her. She quickly grabbed her jacket and bag and walked briskly out of the coffee shop.
TBC ;)