I Love New York 3/7
Title: I Love New York part 3
Rating: R
Length: 1710
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!
Labor Day part 1
It was the 5th of September and the last day before Quinn's classes at NYU would start. The streets of New York were a bit more peopled than usual, being that it was Labor Day. And now here she was smack in the middle of it, desperately clinging to Brittany's hand as the taller blonde weaved through the other passersby on the sidewalks of 5th Avenue.
Granted, there really were not that many people around, given that this was one of the pricier shopping districts in New York, but it might as well have been a crowd at the rate the excited dancer was going. Quinn had already bumped into more people than she could count. Quinn shook her head.
Rachel and Santana hated shopping, and both found excuses not to go along on this trip, so it was just Quinn and Brittany. Santana handing over her credit card to Brit, however, was a mistake. Now, Brittany was flitting from shop to shop, oohing and aahing at the many colorful displays like a kid set loose in a candy store. They had only purchased a couple of outfits so far and Quinn was getting the feeling that this was far from over.
Suddenly, Brittany darted into a shop, dragging Quinn with her. But, as soon as she saw the sign inside, she stopped short, nearly making Brittany fall over backwards, seeing as their hands were still attached.
Oh no.
Oh no no no.
They were inside Victoria's Secret. Quinn was starting to become panicked. She knew she shouldn't be, since she had caught Brittany in far more compromising states of undress over the years, but, those were like, accidents and drunken flashes during parties. Now, here she was, completely sober and she had a feeling that Brittany was going to insist on them modeling lingerie for each other.
“Hey, Quinn! Why don't we model these for each other!”
Quinn groaned.
Quinn was sitting in the dressing room area of the store with her legs crossed, trying very hard not to think about the smoking hot body not more than ten feet away, with only a mere curtain separating her from this heavenly vision.
The curtains parted and out stepped Brittany, wearing an all-black sheer lace teddy. (Quinn pressed her legs tighter together.) Brittany whirled around, giggling happily.
“What do you think, Quinn? Do I look sexy in this?” Quinn struggled to regain control of herself.
“U-um, y-yeah, Brit.” Brittany started jumping up and down.
“Ooh, wow. I can't believe how light this is.” Quinn practically creamed her shorts. She looked down at her lap. Good thing her shorts were black, the wet spot was hardly visible. Quinn let out a breath of relief. She hurriedly stood up and turned back to Brittany, careful not to stare directly, lest the moisture capacity of her shorts be tested.
“Why don't we just buy that right away, Brit, and head on home? Rachel and Santana must be at each other's throats already.”
Brittany stopped and looked at Quinn. She smirked inwardly. She may be slow in matters of academics but she was excellent at reading people. Quinn was clearly embarrassed. Well, well. Looks like she and Santana weren't the only gay sharks in their apartment. She decided to take pity on Quinn. She faked a yawn.
“Okay, Quinn. I think it's nap time for me anyway.” Quinn fidgeted.
Brittany's yawn had caused her chest to expand greatly. A sight which had Quinn dripping. Literally.
“Right. Why don't I just wait outside while you pay for this?” Without waiting for an answer, she quickly rushed out of the store.
And ran right into a brown-haired girl who was walking by the entrance..
“Oomf!”
They both tumbled onto the side walk, arms flailing. What was left of Quinn's Cheerio reflexes were spent turning them both in midair, trying to spare the other girl most of the pain by using herself as a cushion for the fall. It worked. Quinn landed on her back, with the girl falling on top of her.
Quinn's eyes widened. The brunette's leg was grinding into the junction of her thighs. She prayed to God that the girl wouldn't feel the wetness in her shorts. She glanced up and saw that the girl was goggling at her. Quinn's eyes widened again, this time, in recognition. It was Sunshine Corazon. Previously the lead singer for Vocal Adrenaline and Rachel Berry's arch rival. (Well, in the diva's mind, she was.)
“Sunshine?”
“Quinn?”
They scrambled off of each other, gave a quick brush to their clothes and then gave each other a brief hug. Quinn spoke first.
“Wow. I can't believe you're here.” Sunshine smiled.
“Me too. Congratulations on winning Nationals again, by the way.” Quinn returned the smile.
“Thanks. I'm so sorry about all that stuff with Rachel.” Sunshine put a hand on Quinn's arm. Her touch somehow made Quinn's skin tingle.
“That's okay. It was high school. Maybe we can start over? Hold out your hand.” Quinn was puzzled but she obeyed nonetheless. Sunshine took out a pen and started writing on Quinn's hand. Quinn squealed.
“That tickles!” She tried to pull her hand away, but Sunshine kept her grip, which only brought the two girls closer together. Sunshine's face ended up in Quinn's chest. She pulled back immediately and gave Quinn a shaky smile before turning back to Quinn's hand and continued writing. Quinn blushed. Finally, the shorter girl pulled back, though still clutching Quinn's hand..
“That's my number. How long are you staying in New York, by the way?”
“Actually, I'm going to school here.”
“Really? Me too. So where--” The conversation was suddenly halted by the arrival of Brittany..
“I'm done, Quinn. Let's go--” Brittany stopped and squinted at the shorter girl. Recognition dawned on her features. She squealed and gave Sunshine an energetic hug.
“Sunshine! Wow, you're here!” Sunshine couldn't help but grin at the taller blonde's familiarity. They had only seen each other several times, at competitions and back when she first auditioned for New Directions. But she remembered the dancer as being the friendliest person she had ever met.
“Nice to see you again, Brittany.”
Brittany finally let go. She glanced downward and her face broke into a wide grin. Sunshine still hadn't let go of Quinn's hand. The Filipina noticed the direction of Brittany's gaze, blushed, then dropped Quinn's hand. Quinn looked down at her hand. It was still tingling. Sunshine broke the silence before it could get any more awkward.
“Well, it was nice seeing you again, but I really must get going.” She gave Quinn and Brittany one last hug before turning to leave. “Bye, for now.”
”I'll give you a call sometime.” Quinn said as they parted. Brittany waved happily then grabbed Quinn's hand.
“Oooh, is that her number?” Brittany smiled knowingly. “So. Are you going to ask her out?” Quinn's eyes threatened to pop out of her sockets.
“B-b-but.... how... I didn't even... uhhh...” Quinn spluttered.
“Come on, Quinn. It's so obvious.”
“I'm not even gay, Brit.”
“Really?” Brittany's hand shot forward and grabbed Quinn's crotch. The sudden contact to Quinn's still sensitive center made Quinn moan out loud. ”This says otherwise.” She let go and brought up her hand to show Quinn the moisture that now clung to her fingers. Suddenly, Brittany stuck her fingers in her mouth. Quinn's jaw dropped. “Mmmm... you taste good.” Brittany smiled, reached toward Quinn's face, closed her jaw and patted her head.
Quinn was reeling. Brittany had just grabbed her... area. In public. And she tasted her... juices. She was so stupefied at the situation that she couldn't find the words to speak.
“Let's go home. Santana's not gonna believe this!” Quinn grabbed Brittany's arm.
“Wait, Brit. Please don't tell Santana or Rachel anything yet, okay? I'm still working through this.” Brittany nodded in understanding.
“All right, Quinn. But please come out soon, okay? I don't have my diary anymore, 'cause I left it back with my cat, Charity in Lima.”
“I'll try, B. I'll try.”
Quinn was deep in thought as she and Brittany made their way home. The day had turned out to be pretty interesting. She kept glancing at the number written on her palm, debating whether she should call or not. She wasn't even sure if Sunshine would be interested in dating another girl, let alone her. Maybe just friends.
Yeah, right. Like she hadn't had lustful thoughts for all three of her friends in the past few months? But maybe that was normal. She was just beginning to explore her newly discovered sexuality and her friends were three of the hottest girls she knew. It'd be abnormal if she weren't attracted to them, right?
But back to Sunshine. Quinn felt that maybe she should feel out the situation first before making a move. She couldn't deny that the petite girl was cute as hell. It would be safer as well, being that she didn't live with the girl.
She'd just have to go for it.
Time would tell.
A/N: This is a bit short since I divided it into two parts. The next part will be Santana and Rachel's story during all of this. Sunshine will have to wait for the chapter after that.
Rating: R
Length: 1710
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!
Labor Day part 1
It was the 5th of September and the last day before Quinn's classes at NYU would start. The streets of New York were a bit more peopled than usual, being that it was Labor Day. And now here she was smack in the middle of it, desperately clinging to Brittany's hand as the taller blonde weaved through the other passersby on the sidewalks of 5th Avenue.
Granted, there really were not that many people around, given that this was one of the pricier shopping districts in New York, but it might as well have been a crowd at the rate the excited dancer was going. Quinn had already bumped into more people than she could count. Quinn shook her head.
Rachel and Santana hated shopping, and both found excuses not to go along on this trip, so it was just Quinn and Brittany. Santana handing over her credit card to Brit, however, was a mistake. Now, Brittany was flitting from shop to shop, oohing and aahing at the many colorful displays like a kid set loose in a candy store. They had only purchased a couple of outfits so far and Quinn was getting the feeling that this was far from over.
Suddenly, Brittany darted into a shop, dragging Quinn with her. But, as soon as she saw the sign inside, she stopped short, nearly making Brittany fall over backwards, seeing as their hands were still attached.
Oh no.
Oh no no no.
They were inside Victoria's Secret. Quinn was starting to become panicked. She knew she shouldn't be, since she had caught Brittany in far more compromising states of undress over the years, but, those were like, accidents and drunken flashes during parties. Now, here she was, completely sober and she had a feeling that Brittany was going to insist on them modeling lingerie for each other.
“Hey, Quinn! Why don't we model these for each other!”
Quinn groaned.
Quinn was sitting in the dressing room area of the store with her legs crossed, trying very hard not to think about the smoking hot body not more than ten feet away, with only a mere curtain separating her from this heavenly vision.
The curtains parted and out stepped Brittany, wearing an all-black sheer lace teddy. (Quinn pressed her legs tighter together.) Brittany whirled around, giggling happily.
“What do you think, Quinn? Do I look sexy in this?” Quinn struggled to regain control of herself.
“U-um, y-yeah, Brit.” Brittany started jumping up and down.
“Ooh, wow. I can't believe how light this is.” Quinn practically creamed her shorts. She looked down at her lap. Good thing her shorts were black, the wet spot was hardly visible. Quinn let out a breath of relief. She hurriedly stood up and turned back to Brittany, careful not to stare directly, lest the moisture capacity of her shorts be tested.
“Why don't we just buy that right away, Brit, and head on home? Rachel and Santana must be at each other's throats already.”
Brittany stopped and looked at Quinn. She smirked inwardly. She may be slow in matters of academics but she was excellent at reading people. Quinn was clearly embarrassed. Well, well. Looks like she and Santana weren't the only gay sharks in their apartment. She decided to take pity on Quinn. She faked a yawn.
“Okay, Quinn. I think it's nap time for me anyway.” Quinn fidgeted.
Brittany's yawn had caused her chest to expand greatly. A sight which had Quinn dripping. Literally.
“Right. Why don't I just wait outside while you pay for this?” Without waiting for an answer, she quickly rushed out of the store.
And ran right into a brown-haired girl who was walking by the entrance..
“Oomf!”
They both tumbled onto the side walk, arms flailing. What was left of Quinn's Cheerio reflexes were spent turning them both in midair, trying to spare the other girl most of the pain by using herself as a cushion for the fall. It worked. Quinn landed on her back, with the girl falling on top of her.
Quinn's eyes widened. The brunette's leg was grinding into the junction of her thighs. She prayed to God that the girl wouldn't feel the wetness in her shorts. She glanced up and saw that the girl was goggling at her. Quinn's eyes widened again, this time, in recognition. It was Sunshine Corazon. Previously the lead singer for Vocal Adrenaline and Rachel Berry's arch rival. (Well, in the diva's mind, she was.)
“Sunshine?”
“Quinn?”
They scrambled off of each other, gave a quick brush to their clothes and then gave each other a brief hug. Quinn spoke first.
“Wow. I can't believe you're here.” Sunshine smiled.
“Me too. Congratulations on winning Nationals again, by the way.” Quinn returned the smile.
“Thanks. I'm so sorry about all that stuff with Rachel.” Sunshine put a hand on Quinn's arm. Her touch somehow made Quinn's skin tingle.
“That's okay. It was high school. Maybe we can start over? Hold out your hand.” Quinn was puzzled but she obeyed nonetheless. Sunshine took out a pen and started writing on Quinn's hand. Quinn squealed.
“That tickles!” She tried to pull her hand away, but Sunshine kept her grip, which only brought the two girls closer together. Sunshine's face ended up in Quinn's chest. She pulled back immediately and gave Quinn a shaky smile before turning back to Quinn's hand and continued writing. Quinn blushed. Finally, the shorter girl pulled back, though still clutching Quinn's hand..
“That's my number. How long are you staying in New York, by the way?”
“Actually, I'm going to school here.”
“Really? Me too. So where--” The conversation was suddenly halted by the arrival of Brittany..
“I'm done, Quinn. Let's go--” Brittany stopped and squinted at the shorter girl. Recognition dawned on her features. She squealed and gave Sunshine an energetic hug.
“Sunshine! Wow, you're here!” Sunshine couldn't help but grin at the taller blonde's familiarity. They had only seen each other several times, at competitions and back when she first auditioned for New Directions. But she remembered the dancer as being the friendliest person she had ever met.
“Nice to see you again, Brittany.”
Brittany finally let go. She glanced downward and her face broke into a wide grin. Sunshine still hadn't let go of Quinn's hand. The Filipina noticed the direction of Brittany's gaze, blushed, then dropped Quinn's hand. Quinn looked down at her hand. It was still tingling. Sunshine broke the silence before it could get any more awkward.
“Well, it was nice seeing you again, but I really must get going.” She gave Quinn and Brittany one last hug before turning to leave. “Bye, for now.”
”I'll give you a call sometime.” Quinn said as they parted. Brittany waved happily then grabbed Quinn's hand.
“Oooh, is that her number?” Brittany smiled knowingly. “So. Are you going to ask her out?” Quinn's eyes threatened to pop out of her sockets.
“B-b-but.... how... I didn't even... uhhh...” Quinn spluttered.
“Come on, Quinn. It's so obvious.”
“I'm not even gay, Brit.”
“Really?” Brittany's hand shot forward and grabbed Quinn's crotch. The sudden contact to Quinn's still sensitive center made Quinn moan out loud. ”This says otherwise.” She let go and brought up her hand to show Quinn the moisture that now clung to her fingers. Suddenly, Brittany stuck her fingers in her mouth. Quinn's jaw dropped. “Mmmm... you taste good.” Brittany smiled, reached toward Quinn's face, closed her jaw and patted her head.
Quinn was reeling. Brittany had just grabbed her... area. In public. And she tasted her... juices. She was so stupefied at the situation that she couldn't find the words to speak.
“Let's go home. Santana's not gonna believe this!” Quinn grabbed Brittany's arm.
“Wait, Brit. Please don't tell Santana or Rachel anything yet, okay? I'm still working through this.” Brittany nodded in understanding.
“All right, Quinn. But please come out soon, okay? I don't have my diary anymore, 'cause I left it back with my cat, Charity in Lima.”
“I'll try, B. I'll try.”
Quinn was deep in thought as she and Brittany made their way home. The day had turned out to be pretty interesting. She kept glancing at the number written on her palm, debating whether she should call or not. She wasn't even sure if Sunshine would be interested in dating another girl, let alone her. Maybe just friends.
Yeah, right. Like she hadn't had lustful thoughts for all three of her friends in the past few months? But maybe that was normal. She was just beginning to explore her newly discovered sexuality and her friends were three of the hottest girls she knew. It'd be abnormal if she weren't attracted to them, right?
But back to Sunshine. Quinn felt that maybe she should feel out the situation first before making a move. She couldn't deny that the petite girl was cute as hell. It would be safer as well, being that she didn't live with the girl.
She'd just have to go for it.
Time would tell.
A/N: This is a bit short since I divided it into two parts. The next part will be Santana and Rachel's story during all of this. Sunshine will have to wait for the chapter after that.