I Love New York 2/7
Title: I Love New York part 2
Rating: R
Length: 2180
Spoilers: AU after 2x16 'Original Song'. I don't like the back 6...
Disclaimer: Glee belongs to RIB
Summary: Faberrittana friendship, eventually Faberrittana romance. Established Brittana romance.
Future!fic. The girls are all headed off to New York for college!
Additional disclaimer: I don't own any of the rights to Wicked. (But I suggest that you familiarize yourself with it to understand the second half of this chapter. Sorry for the additional bother.)
Moving Day
It was the middle of July and it was scorching. The denizens of New York City were busy as ever, though maybe a tad sluggish due to the intense heat. But not even the high temperatures of the season could dry up the spirits of a certain brunette and blonde, who were currently buzzing with excitement in an elevator, going up to their new apartment.
“I still can't believe we get to live here, Quinn. I certainly envisioned getting an apartment here in the Upper East Side, but that was only after I would have an established career on Broadway.”
“Believe it, Rach. It's a good thing Santana's dad spoils her like this.”
This was the girls' first trip to their new home in the city. Santana and Brittany had already flown in ahead of them last month, right after Quinn's birthday. Rachel and Quinn decided to stay in Lima for a few more weeks though, to hold a summer workshop for the remaining members of New Directions, the next generation as it were. Rachel wanted to make sure that the Glee club would be equipped to handle Nationals a third time, especially since she wouldn't be around anymore.
The elevator dinged.
The doors opened and Rachel and Quinn let out a gasp. It seemed that the elevator opened up directly into the apartment. Apparently, the apartment covered the whole top floor of the building. It was very luxurious. There was a huge living room, with two huge couches, a very expensive looking entertainment system, an honest-to-goodness wood burning fireplace, (though they certainly didn't need that right now) and a grand piano. And behind it, the whole western wall, which was made of glass, afforded them a great view of Central Park. The kitchen in one corner of the apartment, looked to be fully stocked, and there was a even a bar in another corner. A corridor to their right lead off to two doors to what they assumed to be one of the bedrooms and the downstairs bathroom. That's right, downstairs. This was only the first level, there was a flight of stairs leading up to the second level to where the other two bedrooms, two more bathrooms and a study were located. Rachel was officially drooling.
“Quinn? Is Santana's dad some kind of doctor for, like, the Mafia elite? 'Cause no ordinary doctor could afford this place.” Quinn chuckled.
“Close. Santana's dad is a personal physician to some very wealthy people, some of them millionaires. I'm quite sure he pulled this from one of them.” Rachel nodded.
“Uh huh. Where's Santana and Brittany though? I thought they'd be waiting here to greet us?” Quinn just shrugged.
“Maybe we should check upstairs?” Rachel went up the staircase followed by Quinn.
“I think the master bedroom is the one at the end of the hall.” Rachel nodded and continued on.
“Hey, Quinn. I think this is it. But why is there a sock on the door?” Quinn saw Rachel start to turn the handle and made a lunge for the clueless diva.
“No, Rachel! Stop!” But it was too late. The door was already opened slightly and the blonde's momentum sent both girls crashing through the doorway, into Santana and Brittany's bedroom. They heard Brittany's voice right above them.
“What the...?!!!”
Rachel and Quinn looked up from the floor and froze at the disturbing sight before them. Brittany was sitting on the edge of the bed with a riding crop in hand and Santana bent over in her lap and they were both stark naked. Santana spoke up, seemingly unconcerned with the situation.
“You know you do have your own bedroom to to do the nasty in.” Quinn glanced down at the position she was in and blushed. She was straddling Rachel, with her hands pinning the brunette's arms above her head. Santana smirked and continued.
“Or were you hoping to have that foursome I mentioned?”
Quinn quickly tried to scramble off of Rachel. However, her foot slipped and she ended up falling back down onto her. Great. Now she was lying smack on top of Rachel. Her face barely an inch away from the still stunned diva. Wow. She has pretty eyes...
“Would you two like a moment alone or do you want us to jump in as well?”
Brittany was giggling.
Quinn hastily got up, this time succeeding. She started to throw a glare at the Latina, but quickly averted her eyes remembering that Santana and Brittany were still naked. Instead, she went to help Rachel up.
Rachel couldn't help herself. She couldn't stop staring. Even as Quinn was dragging her out of the room, she couldn't bear to tear her eyes away from the naked forms of Brittany and Santana. And when they finally disappeared from view, she was surprised to find herself disappointed, like a child who just had his candy taken away. Was it even possible that she was gay? She certainly found Brittany and Santana's bodies to be appealing. And when Quinn was on top of her it just felt.... She shook her head to clear her thoughts. She had some serious soul-searching to do, but that would have to wait. She still had to unpack. She followed Quinn into their room.
They had decided beforehand that Quinn's bed would be moved to her room and that the spare bedroom would be converted into a studio for when Quinn started up her photography. Rachel didn't mind, especially now that it was apparent their room was more than big enough to fit both of their beds. The two of them started unpacking in silence.
Quinn was deep in thought. She had known she was into girls for a while now. But none of the other three knew that yet. Brittany couldn't keep a secret and she was sure to endure endless teasing from Santana if she ever found out. As for Rachel... well, it was her feelings for the short brunette that kept her from saying anything in the first place. Quinn was quite sure that Rachel was completely straight, having witnessed the diva chase after guys time and time again over the years. She couldn't bear being rejected. Especially now that they were living together.
Well, college was a fresh start. Maybe she would meet somebody that would take her mind off of Rachel.
“Quinn?” Rachel's voice snapped Quinn out of her reverie.
“Yes?”
“We should probably get ready to go out. We have tickets for Wicked, remember?”
Rachel's graduation gift had been tickets for the four of them to almost every major musical playing in Broadway during the summer.
“Oh, okay.” Rachel immediately started stripping. Quinn's eyes widened. She heard a snapping sound.
“Quinn. Quinn.” Quinn blinked. Rachel was standing in front of her, fully clothed, snapping her fingers at her. Huh.
“I said we should get ready to go out and see Wicked.”
“Right.” Get a grip Quinn!
“Is something wrong, Quinn?”
“It's n-nothing, Rach.” Rachel immediately started stripping. Quinn blinked her eyes, not quite believing that she could have the same vision twice. It was real this time.
“Rach, what are you doing?”
“Come on, Quinn. We're all girls here. And it's not like you're going to jump my bones or anything.”
Keep it up, Rach and I will.
“I should get used to being naked in front of people anyway. Some stage roles could require less than the appropo amount of clothing. And if I have to get changed quickly backstage, I can't worry about modesty.”
Really?! I'm the one who's worrying about your modesty right now!
“You should get changed as well, Quinn.”
Quinn needed to suck it up. After all she was used to changing all the time in the girls' locker rooms back when she was a Cheerio. Of course, that was before she even knew she was a lesbian. She started changing as well, though she couldn't help stealing glances at Rachel. It wasn't her fault Rachel had an excellent body.
Rachel was doing a little checking out of her own. Her ploy had worked and this seemed like a good chance to check whether she was attracted to girls or not..She caught a glimpse of Quinn. Sheer perfection. Yup. She liked girls. But it would be too much too ask that Quinn would feel the same way. Rachel was quite sure that Quinn was completely straight, having witnessed the ex-Cheerio chase after guys time and time again over the years. She couldn't bear being rejected. Especially now that they were living together.
Santana poked her head through the doorway.
“Everybody decent?” They weren't
Santana's face pulled into a smirk. Quinn blushed and crossed her arms over her bare chest.
“You're supposed to knock first and ask that before entering someone else's room.”
“I don't recall you two following the rules either.” It was Rachel's turn to blush.
“That was my fault, San. I didn't know what a sock on the door meant.” Santana turned to the shorter brunette with a quizzical expression.
“And what sort of rock have you been living under, dwarf?” She sighed. “Come on, Brits is actually excited to see this musical of yours.” Rachel and Quinn hurried to get dressed.
Quinn was grinning after the first few songs. The story of Galinda and Elphaba seemed very familiar. She even laughed when it came to 'What is this Feeling?'. By the time they reached 'Defying Gravity', Quinn surprised herself by taking Rachel's hand. They smiled at each other when they made contact.
The hand-holding was short-lived, however, since the first act ended right after the song and it became time for intermission.
The second act started and Quinn's hand felt very empty. This time it was Rachel's turn to surprise her, when she felt the brunette's hand snake back into her's in the middle of 'As Long as You're Mine'. Quinn was in tears during 'For Good'. She was a blubbering mess when the musical finally ended. Santana didn't tease her about it though, since Brittany was crying as well.
“Why couldn't Glinda and Elphie get together at the end?” Brittany bawled. Santana just rubbed the tall blonde's back.
Neither of them was aware of this, but Quinn and Rachel's thought's were kinda along the same track right now. Why couldn't Glinda and Elphie get together at the end? The two girls glanced at each other and smiled ruefully, not noticing that their hands were still intertwined. Brittany suddenly squealed.
“San, look it's a horse!” Brittany was pointing to a carriage parked across the street.
And that's how they ended up taking a carriage ride home.
The tears had changed to laughter when dinnertime rolled around. They were now rehashing the funnier parts of the musical.
“C'mon, Rach. You can do it. Toss, toss.” Brittany urged.
“Toss, toss.” Santana and Quinn were rolling around on the floor, laughing at Rachel's attempts to toss her hair. Rachel huffed and pouted her lips.
“I don't need to be able to do it anyway if I'm going to be playing Elphaba in the future.” She said grumpily. “Let's just eat.”
Santana and Quinn got up from the floor and sat down at the dining table. The food looked great. Rachel really was an excellent cook and they were doubly glad that they were able to convince Rachel to cook normal food for them last year. Rachel tapped her spoon on her glass.
“Before we begin, I would like to propose a toast.” Rachel raised her glass. “To our new home.”
Quinn looked at the people sitting around her. She couldn't quite believe how lucky she was to have such great friends. Somehow high school just seemed like a blur now and this, right now, was the actual start of her life. They had only been in this apartment for a day, but it was already beginning to feel like... home. She clinked her glass against Rachel's, Santana's and Brittany's.
“To our new home.”
A/N: I must admit, this kind of got away from me. (It's so obvious that I'm writing this so very early in the morning.) I'll try to do better in the next chapter. I'm kinda excited about it: I'm going to be bringing back a familiar character. Guess who!
Rating: R
Length: 2180
Spoilers: AU after 2x16 'Original Song'. I don't like the back 6...
Disclaimer: Glee belongs to RIB
Summary: Faberrittana friendship, eventually Faberrittana romance. Established Brittana romance.
Future!fic. The girls are all headed off to New York for college!
Additional disclaimer: I don't own any of the rights to Wicked. (But I suggest that you familiarize yourself with it to understand the second half of this chapter. Sorry for the additional bother.)
Moving Day
It was the middle of July and it was scorching. The denizens of New York City were busy as ever, though maybe a tad sluggish due to the intense heat. But not even the high temperatures of the season could dry up the spirits of a certain brunette and blonde, who were currently buzzing with excitement in an elevator, going up to their new apartment.
“I still can't believe we get to live here, Quinn. I certainly envisioned getting an apartment here in the Upper East Side, but that was only after I would have an established career on Broadway.”
“Believe it, Rach. It's a good thing Santana's dad spoils her like this.”
This was the girls' first trip to their new home in the city. Santana and Brittany had already flown in ahead of them last month, right after Quinn's birthday. Rachel and Quinn decided to stay in Lima for a few more weeks though, to hold a summer workshop for the remaining members of New Directions, the next generation as it were. Rachel wanted to make sure that the Glee club would be equipped to handle Nationals a third time, especially since she wouldn't be around anymore.
The elevator dinged.
The doors opened and Rachel and Quinn let out a gasp. It seemed that the elevator opened up directly into the apartment. Apparently, the apartment covered the whole top floor of the building. It was very luxurious. There was a huge living room, with two huge couches, a very expensive looking entertainment system, an honest-to-goodness wood burning fireplace, (though they certainly didn't need that right now) and a grand piano. And behind it, the whole western wall, which was made of glass, afforded them a great view of Central Park. The kitchen in one corner of the apartment, looked to be fully stocked, and there was a even a bar in another corner. A corridor to their right lead off to two doors to what they assumed to be one of the bedrooms and the downstairs bathroom. That's right, downstairs. This was only the first level, there was a flight of stairs leading up to the second level to where the other two bedrooms, two more bathrooms and a study were located. Rachel was officially drooling.
“Quinn? Is Santana's dad some kind of doctor for, like, the Mafia elite? 'Cause no ordinary doctor could afford this place.” Quinn chuckled.
“Close. Santana's dad is a personal physician to some very wealthy people, some of them millionaires. I'm quite sure he pulled this from one of them.” Rachel nodded.
“Uh huh. Where's Santana and Brittany though? I thought they'd be waiting here to greet us?” Quinn just shrugged.
“Maybe we should check upstairs?” Rachel went up the staircase followed by Quinn.
“I think the master bedroom is the one at the end of the hall.” Rachel nodded and continued on.
“Hey, Quinn. I think this is it. But why is there a sock on the door?” Quinn saw Rachel start to turn the handle and made a lunge for the clueless diva.
“No, Rachel! Stop!” But it was too late. The door was already opened slightly and the blonde's momentum sent both girls crashing through the doorway, into Santana and Brittany's bedroom. They heard Brittany's voice right above them.
“What the...?!!!”
Rachel and Quinn looked up from the floor and froze at the disturbing sight before them. Brittany was sitting on the edge of the bed with a riding crop in hand and Santana bent over in her lap and they were both stark naked. Santana spoke up, seemingly unconcerned with the situation.
“You know you do have your own bedroom to to do the nasty in.” Quinn glanced down at the position she was in and blushed. She was straddling Rachel, with her hands pinning the brunette's arms above her head. Santana smirked and continued.
“Or were you hoping to have that foursome I mentioned?”
Quinn quickly tried to scramble off of Rachel. However, her foot slipped and she ended up falling back down onto her. Great. Now she was lying smack on top of Rachel. Her face barely an inch away from the still stunned diva. Wow. She has pretty eyes...
“Would you two like a moment alone or do you want us to jump in as well?”
Brittany was giggling.
Quinn hastily got up, this time succeeding. She started to throw a glare at the Latina, but quickly averted her eyes remembering that Santana and Brittany were still naked. Instead, she went to help Rachel up.
Rachel couldn't help herself. She couldn't stop staring. Even as Quinn was dragging her out of the room, she couldn't bear to tear her eyes away from the naked forms of Brittany and Santana. And when they finally disappeared from view, she was surprised to find herself disappointed, like a child who just had his candy taken away. Was it even possible that she was gay? She certainly found Brittany and Santana's bodies to be appealing. And when Quinn was on top of her it just felt.... She shook her head to clear her thoughts. She had some serious soul-searching to do, but that would have to wait. She still had to unpack. She followed Quinn into their room.
They had decided beforehand that Quinn's bed would be moved to her room and that the spare bedroom would be converted into a studio for when Quinn started up her photography. Rachel didn't mind, especially now that it was apparent their room was more than big enough to fit both of their beds. The two of them started unpacking in silence.
Quinn was deep in thought. She had known she was into girls for a while now. But none of the other three knew that yet. Brittany couldn't keep a secret and she was sure to endure endless teasing from Santana if she ever found out. As for Rachel... well, it was her feelings for the short brunette that kept her from saying anything in the first place. Quinn was quite sure that Rachel was completely straight, having witnessed the diva chase after guys time and time again over the years. She couldn't bear being rejected. Especially now that they were living together.
Well, college was a fresh start. Maybe she would meet somebody that would take her mind off of Rachel.
“Quinn?” Rachel's voice snapped Quinn out of her reverie.
“Yes?”
“We should probably get ready to go out. We have tickets for Wicked, remember?”
Rachel's graduation gift had been tickets for the four of them to almost every major musical playing in Broadway during the summer.
“Oh, okay.” Rachel immediately started stripping. Quinn's eyes widened. She heard a snapping sound.
“Quinn. Quinn.” Quinn blinked. Rachel was standing in front of her, fully clothed, snapping her fingers at her. Huh.
“I said we should get ready to go out and see Wicked.”
“Right.” Get a grip Quinn!
“Is something wrong, Quinn?”
“It's n-nothing, Rach.” Rachel immediately started stripping. Quinn blinked her eyes, not quite believing that she could have the same vision twice. It was real this time.
“Rach, what are you doing?”
“Come on, Quinn. We're all girls here. And it's not like you're going to jump my bones or anything.”
Keep it up, Rach and I will.
“I should get used to being naked in front of people anyway. Some stage roles could require less than the appropo amount of clothing. And if I have to get changed quickly backstage, I can't worry about modesty.”
Really?! I'm the one who's worrying about your modesty right now!
“You should get changed as well, Quinn.”
Quinn needed to suck it up. After all she was used to changing all the time in the girls' locker rooms back when she was a Cheerio. Of course, that was before she even knew she was a lesbian. She started changing as well, though she couldn't help stealing glances at Rachel. It wasn't her fault Rachel had an excellent body.
Rachel was doing a little checking out of her own. Her ploy had worked and this seemed like a good chance to check whether she was attracted to girls or not..She caught a glimpse of Quinn. Sheer perfection. Yup. She liked girls. But it would be too much too ask that Quinn would feel the same way. Rachel was quite sure that Quinn was completely straight, having witnessed the ex-Cheerio chase after guys time and time again over the years. She couldn't bear being rejected. Especially now that they were living together.
Santana poked her head through the doorway.
“Everybody decent?” They weren't
Santana's face pulled into a smirk. Quinn blushed and crossed her arms over her bare chest.
“You're supposed to knock first and ask that before entering someone else's room.”
“I don't recall you two following the rules either.” It was Rachel's turn to blush.
“That was my fault, San. I didn't know what a sock on the door meant.” Santana turned to the shorter brunette with a quizzical expression.
“And what sort of rock have you been living under, dwarf?” She sighed. “Come on, Brits is actually excited to see this musical of yours.” Rachel and Quinn hurried to get dressed.
Quinn was grinning after the first few songs. The story of Galinda and Elphaba seemed very familiar. She even laughed when it came to 'What is this Feeling?'. By the time they reached 'Defying Gravity', Quinn surprised herself by taking Rachel's hand. They smiled at each other when they made contact.
The hand-holding was short-lived, however, since the first act ended right after the song and it became time for intermission.
The second act started and Quinn's hand felt very empty. This time it was Rachel's turn to surprise her, when she felt the brunette's hand snake back into her's in the middle of 'As Long as You're Mine'. Quinn was in tears during 'For Good'. She was a blubbering mess when the musical finally ended. Santana didn't tease her about it though, since Brittany was crying as well.
“Why couldn't Glinda and Elphie get together at the end?” Brittany bawled. Santana just rubbed the tall blonde's back.
Neither of them was aware of this, but Quinn and Rachel's thought's were kinda along the same track right now. Why couldn't Glinda and Elphie get together at the end? The two girls glanced at each other and smiled ruefully, not noticing that their hands were still intertwined. Brittany suddenly squealed.
“San, look it's a horse!” Brittany was pointing to a carriage parked across the street.
And that's how they ended up taking a carriage ride home.
The tears had changed to laughter when dinnertime rolled around. They were now rehashing the funnier parts of the musical.
“C'mon, Rach. You can do it. Toss, toss.” Brittany urged.
“Toss, toss.” Santana and Quinn were rolling around on the floor, laughing at Rachel's attempts to toss her hair. Rachel huffed and pouted her lips.
“I don't need to be able to do it anyway if I'm going to be playing Elphaba in the future.” She said grumpily. “Let's just eat.”
Santana and Quinn got up from the floor and sat down at the dining table. The food looked great. Rachel really was an excellent cook and they were doubly glad that they were able to convince Rachel to cook normal food for them last year. Rachel tapped her spoon on her glass.
“Before we begin, I would like to propose a toast.” Rachel raised her glass. “To our new home.”
Quinn looked at the people sitting around her. She couldn't quite believe how lucky she was to have such great friends. Somehow high school just seemed like a blur now and this, right now, was the actual start of her life. They had only been in this apartment for a day, but it was already beginning to feel like... home. She clinked her glass against Rachel's, Santana's and Brittany's.
“To our new home.”
A/N: I must admit, this kind of got away from me. (It's so obvious that I'm writing this so very early in the morning.) I'll try to do better in the next chapter. I'm kinda excited about it: I'm going to be bringing back a familiar character. Guess who!