Confessions (5/?)
Title: Confessions
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn, mentions of Brittany/Santana, and a few other minor pairings
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rachel likes Quinn and she's been practicing a few lines to get her attention.
Spoilers: All the episodes to be safe.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters
A/N: I dedicate this chapter to freshtilapia in hopes that she can find her muse! This is also for kittyspotneko so that I don't suffer the wrath of Coach Sylvester!
A/N 2: This was a really quick chapter so I'm not really sure how much sense it makes. I hope you guys enjoy, though! (:
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
Honestly, it didn’t make any sense. Here it was fifteen minutes into glee club practice and there was no one here. Well, almost no one.
The choir room was empty save for her and Rachel--but then again, the New Directions lead was almost never late to practice. The ever mysterious piano Brad was there too, but he didn’t really count. He was always around.
She could remember when Rachel was still pining after Finn--good times--and had broke out into song outside of the boys restroom. And guess what? Brad was in the background playing a piano accordion!
I guess as long as it has keys he could play… Maybe he can teach me how to play the keytar.
But back to the present--she was sort of alone with Rachel in the room… and there was this annoying sound.
Beeew.
Beeeeeewwwwww.
Quinn looked around to find the source but she couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary: just Brad looking bored at the piano and Rachel with a weird expression on her face.
Yup, normal.
The blonde faced the door with a look of concentration on her face. It was almost as if she was willing it to open and have the other club members arrive. Quinn scrunched her nose and raised one of her eyebrows like the change in her expression would make the silent spell work faster.
Beeeeeewwwwwwwwwww.
And there’s that annoying sound again. What the hell is that?
The cheerleader heard some snickering coming from behind her and turned to face the petite brunette.
“What?”
“Beeeewwww.”
“Seriously?” Quinn was not amused. She crossed her legs and tapped a finger against her knee.
“Beeeewwwwww.”
“Oh my gosh." The blonde rolled her eyes. "Can’t you see that this is my ‘Explain yourself’ pose?”
“Beewww.”
This has to be one of her games. Quinn shook her head. Normally, she wouldn’t give up this easily (even if Santana disagrees), but that noise the other girl was making was obnoxious.
“Alright, I give. What is that?”
“I was wondering when you’d ask.” Rachel grinned and cleared her throat like she was prepping for some sort of drawn out explanation.
Quinn groaned inwardly. This better be good. She wasn’t having a good day, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that a certain show choir captain didn’t stop by her locker that morning to give her some sort of greeting. Nope not at all.
“Well, that, my dear Quinn, was the ambulance coming to pick me up, because when I saw you my heart stopped--”
“Cuz you scared the hell outta me.”
“What?!” Quinn looked incredulously at Rachel and the blush that started to creep up her cheeks halted suddenly.
Rachel shook her head emphatically and waved her hands before her. “No, that wasn’t--”
“Me.” Quinn turned around just in time to see Santana giving an exaggerated bow. “Resident insult genius at your service.” Behind the Latina, Brittany was clapping excitedly.
“I love when you’re at my service, S.”
The smirk fell off of Santana’s lips. “Not the time, B”
Brittany tilted her head to the side in confusion. “I never told you the time. I meant I love when you go down--”
“--To the mall with you. I know, B.” Santana finished for the blonde; her hand covering her counterpart‘s lips. She was laughing awkwardly and trying to grab the blonde’s hands, because she kept pointing at a certain part in the lower region of her body.
Rachel was laughing openly. Her laughter was infectious and caused Quinn to laugh too. Santana, on the other hand, growled.
“Shut up!” The order was unfortunately ignored; the Latina wasn't as intimidating as usual with a face that was bright red.
“Wow, Santana. Is that was people are calling it now? ‘Go down to the mall?’” Rachel teased. She looked over at Quinn; eyes full of mirth. “Wanna go down to the mall with me?” the brunette was beginning to cry she was laughing so hard. “So good.”
Quinn stopped laughing immediately. Her cheeks were rivaling the Latina’s in color. She coughed to get brunette’s attention, but the other girl didn’t get it. She kept making jokes… and with each joke Santana’s flush faded and her smirk grew wider and wider.
“I’ll go down to the mall with you this weekend, Quinn.”
Cough.
“Forget the weekend. Let’s skip school and I’ll go down to the mall with you tomorrow. Haha!”
Cough. COUGH.
“You know what? Why wait til tomorrow, I’ll go down to the mall with you after Glee practice!”
“Ohmygosh. COUGH, Rachel. COUGH COUGH!!”
“Fuck after school, I’ll go down on you right now!” Pause. “Wait!” Rachel stood up, ready to fix what she just blurted out. She hadn't meant to actually curse, much less say the words Santana was trying to cover up.
“Thank you very much, Smurfette.” The Latina smirked devilishly. “You successfully embarrassed yourself while admitting your fantasies to the entire Glee club.”
The small brunette slowly sat down and fiddled with her fingers. If one was close enough they would’ve heard her say something along the lines of “never gonna tease Satan again…”
A certain head cheerleader was close enough, though. She heard the other girl’s mutterings and she could only reply with her own mumbled words. “Dammit, Berry. I coughed… I coughed” and “why didn’t they get here earlier? I was staring at the door…”
Needless to say, it was one of the quietest Glee practices in quite some time. Mostly due to the fact that Rachel and Quinn were too embarrassed to speak, but the fact that everyone had walked in at the wrong moment of Rachel’s teasing probably added to the effect.
“Check.” Santana whispered as she leaned against Brittany; the taller blonde’s arm around her shoulders. She gave a quick glance at the tiny diva, and grinned as the other girl tried to look anywhere but at the other members of the club. “And mate.”
In Santana’s mind, today was an awesome day.
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Part Six
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn, mentions of Brittany/Santana, and a few other minor pairings
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rachel likes Quinn and she's been practicing a few lines to get her attention.
Spoilers: All the episodes to be safe.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters
A/N: I dedicate this chapter to freshtilapia in hopes that she can find her muse! This is also for kittyspotneko so that I don't suffer the wrath of Coach Sylvester!
A/N 2: This was a really quick chapter so I'm not really sure how much sense it makes. I hope you guys enjoy, though! (:
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
Honestly, it didn’t make any sense. Here it was fifteen minutes into glee club practice and there was no one here. Well, almost no one.
The choir room was empty save for her and Rachel--but then again, the New Directions lead was almost never late to practice. The ever mysterious piano Brad was there too, but he didn’t really count. He was always around.
She could remember when Rachel was still pining after Finn--good times--and had broke out into song outside of the boys restroom. And guess what? Brad was in the background playing a piano accordion!
I guess as long as it has keys he could play… Maybe he can teach me how to play the keytar.
But back to the present--she was sort of alone with Rachel in the room… and there was this annoying sound.
Beeew.
Beeeeeewwwwww.
Quinn looked around to find the source but she couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary: just Brad looking bored at the piano and Rachel with a weird expression on her face.
Yup, normal.
The blonde faced the door with a look of concentration on her face. It was almost as if she was willing it to open and have the other club members arrive. Quinn scrunched her nose and raised one of her eyebrows like the change in her expression would make the silent spell work faster.
Beeeeeewwwwwwwwwww.
And there’s that annoying sound again. What the hell is that?
The cheerleader heard some snickering coming from behind her and turned to face the petite brunette.
“What?”
“Beeeewwww.”
“Seriously?” Quinn was not amused. She crossed her legs and tapped a finger against her knee.
“Beeeewwwwww.”
“Oh my gosh." The blonde rolled her eyes. "Can’t you see that this is my ‘Explain yourself’ pose?”
“Beewww.”
This has to be one of her games. Quinn shook her head. Normally, she wouldn’t give up this easily (even if Santana disagrees), but that noise the other girl was making was obnoxious.
“Alright, I give. What is that?”
“I was wondering when you’d ask.” Rachel grinned and cleared her throat like she was prepping for some sort of drawn out explanation.
Quinn groaned inwardly. This better be good. She wasn’t having a good day, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that a certain show choir captain didn’t stop by her locker that morning to give her some sort of greeting. Nope not at all.
“Well, that, my dear Quinn, was the ambulance coming to pick me up, because when I saw you my heart stopped--”
“Cuz you scared the hell outta me.”
“What?!” Quinn looked incredulously at Rachel and the blush that started to creep up her cheeks halted suddenly.
Rachel shook her head emphatically and waved her hands before her. “No, that wasn’t--”
“Me.” Quinn turned around just in time to see Santana giving an exaggerated bow. “Resident insult genius at your service.” Behind the Latina, Brittany was clapping excitedly.
“I love when you’re at my service, S.”
The smirk fell off of Santana’s lips. “Not the time, B”
Brittany tilted her head to the side in confusion. “I never told you the time. I meant I love when you go down--”
“--To the mall with you. I know, B.” Santana finished for the blonde; her hand covering her counterpart‘s lips. She was laughing awkwardly and trying to grab the blonde’s hands, because she kept pointing at a certain part in the lower region of her body.
Rachel was laughing openly. Her laughter was infectious and caused Quinn to laugh too. Santana, on the other hand, growled.
“Shut up!” The order was unfortunately ignored; the Latina wasn't as intimidating as usual with a face that was bright red.
“Wow, Santana. Is that was people are calling it now? ‘Go down to the mall?’” Rachel teased. She looked over at Quinn; eyes full of mirth. “Wanna go down to the mall with me?” the brunette was beginning to cry she was laughing so hard. “So good.”
Quinn stopped laughing immediately. Her cheeks were rivaling the Latina’s in color. She coughed to get brunette’s attention, but the other girl didn’t get it. She kept making jokes… and with each joke Santana’s flush faded and her smirk grew wider and wider.
“I’ll go down to the mall with you this weekend, Quinn.”
Cough.
“Forget the weekend. Let’s skip school and I’ll go down to the mall with you tomorrow. Haha!”
Cough. COUGH.
“You know what? Why wait til tomorrow, I’ll go down to the mall with you after Glee practice!”
“Ohmygosh. COUGH, Rachel. COUGH COUGH!!”
“Fuck after school, I’ll go down on you right now!” Pause. “Wait!” Rachel stood up, ready to fix what she just blurted out. She hadn't meant to actually curse, much less say the words Santana was trying to cover up.
“Thank you very much, Smurfette.” The Latina smirked devilishly. “You successfully embarrassed yourself while admitting your fantasies to the entire Glee club.”
The small brunette slowly sat down and fiddled with her fingers. If one was close enough they would’ve heard her say something along the lines of “never gonna tease Satan again…”
A certain head cheerleader was close enough, though. She heard the other girl’s mutterings and she could only reply with her own mumbled words. “Dammit, Berry. I coughed… I coughed” and “why didn’t they get here earlier? I was staring at the door…”
Needless to say, it was one of the quietest Glee practices in quite some time. Mostly due to the fact that Rachel and Quinn were too embarrassed to speak, but the fact that everyone had walked in at the wrong moment of Rachel’s teasing probably added to the effect.
“Check.” Santana whispered as she leaned against Brittany; the taller blonde’s arm around her shoulders. She gave a quick glance at the tiny diva, and grinned as the other girl tried to look anywhere but at the other members of the club. “And mate.”
In Santana’s mind, today was an awesome day.
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Part Six