Cover Hog
Title: Cover Hog
Author: kschoiceofafi
Rating: PG
Length: 1047
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Summary: Rachel is a cover hog. Quinn is not amused.
A/N: This is for this prompt from the Glee Slash Birthday Prompt Battle. There were no instructions on how or where to post, so I figured I'd just do it here. Also, I'm not super good with fluff, so some constructive criticism would be nice.
Quinn wakes up freezing, shivering, in the middle of the night. Goosebumps cover her arms and legs, her tank top and old gym shorts not providing any protection against the cool night air flowing through the open hotel windows. The breeze had been nice about four hours ago when Quinn had shut off the light, but four hours ago she had also been underneath a blanket. A blanket that had mysteriously wandered off...over to Rachel's side of the bed. Of course. Leave it to the tiny brunette to be annoying even in her sleep. Even if they're dating, Quinn still has license to find her occasionally obnoxious. Like right now. Rachel, sleeping on her side like a little baby with her legs curled up to her chest. Lucky girl. Nationals is tomorrow - well, actually, today - and Quinn can't get to sleep in this stupid hotel bed because her best friend is hogging the covers. It's not even like Quinn can just pluck the corner and wiggle it out slowly because Rachel's got it all convoluted and twisted around her body that Quinn can't even tell how her girlfriend managed to do that in her sleep.
So she has no choice but to shake Rachel awake gently to get some of these damn blankets back. Quinn figures that maybe just her frozen hand alone will be able to wake her up, but no. Apparently Rachel is a heavy sleeper, and her only reaction is to shift away from Quinn's wandering hands.
“Rachel...”
Just a groan. The girl looks absolutely adorable asleep there with her T-shirt bunched up a little past her waist, her tan legs wrapped in white cotton.
“Rachel, you're hogging the blanket.”
“You're hogging the unicorns.”
It takes everything Quinn has not to burst out laughing. “I'm sorry, Rachel. You can have your unicorns back.”
“Thank you. You've made a worthwhile...worthwhile...investment...” Rachel trails off and starts snoring lightly. As much as Quinn wants to know what Rachel needs the unicorns for, this is not helping her get warm.
“You need to wake up, Rachel.”
No response at all.
Quinn decides to just start tugging at the sheets and hope for the best. She gets a little bit out from underneath Rachel's arm before she's met with a swift backhanded slap in the face. Somebody's finally awake. Unfortunately that someone is screaming bloody murder and reaching the pepper spray she insisted on putting on the nightstand before they fell asleep.
“Unhand me, you fiend! I will call - ”
“Rachel! Rachel, it's just me!” Quinn hurriedly grabs the singer's arms before she gets slammed with the noxious fumes.
Silence fills the room as Rachel's breathing slows to a calm rate, heat rising in her cheeks. “Quinn, I...” She looks at the clock: 3:46. “Why did you wake me up at this hour! We have Nationals today! You need your rest or you will not be function at 100% and we need you to win!”
“I can't sleep if I'm ice cold because someone is a cover hog!” Quinn hisses.
The shorter girl blushes ever so slowly at this accusation. “I'm terribly sorry, Quinn. I didn't mean to disrupt your beauty sleep.”
“Was that an insult?”
“Can I go to bed?”
“You're stealing all the blankets!” Quinn complains with a pout.
Rachel frowns and untangles herself from the mess of blankets and fleece sheets on top of her, tossing some over to Quinn. “Here. You're being very needy.”
“You left me to die!” Quinn nearly yells at her.
“Aren't I supposed to be the dramatic one in this relationship?” Rachel teases as she smooths the sheets out evenly between them. “Anyway, it's your fault that I have all the blankets.
An indignant expression forms on Quinn's face. “My fault? That doesn't even make sense.”
“If you had snuggled closer then I never would've escaped and gotten the blankets,” Rachel counters.
Quinn just laughs at the incredibly serious expression on her girlfriend's face. “Rachel, don't ever become a lawyer. Just come over here. I'll snuggle you tighter.”
“Promise?”
Her response is Quinn dragging her over to her shoulder, effectively squishing Rachel's front against her side. Rachel slides her arm across Quinn's stomach, still a little more puffed out than normal from the baby. They have very conflicting views on this extra bit of baby fat: Rachel thinks it's adorable, Quinn thinks it looks like a kangaroo pouch. The brunette buries her head into Quinn's warm neck, inhaling the fuzzy mango scent that still lingers. She presses a few kisses there before moving up to Quinn's earlobe, her jawline, her cheek, finally her lips. Rachel feels a tiny smile against her lips as she pulls away and settles back against Quinn's shoulder.
“You're not going to let me go, right?” Rachel mutters sleepily. It's only a simple question about the bed sheets, but it holds deep implications for their futures. After all, with their new and secret relationship, it's hard to tell where exactly the chips will fall when the school eventually and inevitably finds out about the entire thing. Those thoughts keep Rachel up some nights, tossing and turning from nightmares where this is all just one big prank Quinn's playing to humiliate her later by dumping her right before Homecoming.
But Rachel doesn't have anything to worry about. “No way. And don't you worry about me; I'm not going anywhere, either.”
“Good.” Rachel gives Quinn one long kiss after that, passionate and reassuring. Her hands reach up to touch blonde hair, run her fingers through it, the way Quinn enjoys. Before this turns out into a three hour make-out session, Rachel pulls away, leaving a disappointed blonde in her wake. “I would love to continue ravishing you, but seeing as Nationals is tomorrow, I must be fully rested if New Directions is going to have any chance of - ”
“Good night, Rachel.”
“I love you, too,” Rachel replies in a sing-song voice.
Just as they're about to nod off, Santana's angered tones sound from the other bed: “God, could you two be anymore nauseatingly Disney Channel?”