Confessions (8/?)
Title: Confessions
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn, mentions of Brittany/Santana, and a few other minor pairings
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rachel uses pick up lines to try and get the girl she likes.
Spoilers: All the episodes to be safe.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters
A/N: This chapter is a little longer than most of them, mostly due to Devious!Santana and her plans. It's kind of some bg for what's to come next. Also, thanks to breakthrough09 for the raisins line!
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven
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“Good morning, Quinn.”
“Morning,” the blonde replied as she shut her locker and looked at the small brunette. She raised an eyebrow at the closed fist the other girl held up but put her own hand open to receive whatever Rachel was trying to give her.
Rachel grinned as she handed over the object. “You seem to be responding quite well to my affections, Quinn.”
The Cheerio blushed. “I just like getting gifts…”
“Well, in return for the gift I gave you, could you give me some raisins?”
“What? I don’t… huh?”
“No? Well then,” Rachel paused for a moment in thought. “How about a date?”
The blonde fought back her grin at the girl’s question. “Um, no, Polly.”
“While I do appreciate the fact that you no longer make insults about my gender, the fact that you still insult my stature is a bit unsettling.”
“Well, we all saw you at the pool party last month and sort of agreed to stop calling you Manhands, Treasure Trail, RuPaul-”
“I get the point. Thank you, Quinn.”
Quinn’s eyes widened. “Don’t thank me yet, Polly P, it doesn’t mean you’re completely off the hook.” Quinn said as she looked to someone behind Rachel and took a step to the side.
Rachel was barely able to turn around before she felt iced corn syrup, in the form of a slushy, run down her face. At least it’s grape.
“At least it’s grape.” The blonde voiced Rachel’s thoughts and walked away.
Rachel ignored the slushy and stomped her foot on the ground. “You haven’t even listened to what I had planned!”
“Don’t need to.” Quinn threw over her shoulder. “Thanks for the…” she trailed off after realizing she never actually took a look at it the object in her hand. She frowned, because now that she had, she still couldn’t tell what it was. “Uh, thing!”
Rachel wiped a bit of slushy off of her face. “You’re welcome…”
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Rachel made it to AP Calculus right before the bell rung. The brunette was slushied continuously for the past three years and she was still able to maintain a perfect attendance record, so she wasn’t about to let that change just because she was starting to get used to not being slushied.
To say that she was surprised to see the jock who gave her a slushy facial completely drenched in cherry flavored ice and red dye #5 is an understatement. She walked slowly around the slushy-covered male to get to her desk - the fact that he winced as she passed him was more surprising than the initial shock of seeing him in his current state.
“I’m sorry!”
“Huh?” Rachel was taken aback; she hadn’t expected an apology from the jock, and if she had, she’d have imagined it to be more insincere and less like the boy was terrified for his life.
She looked up to the two Cheerios that shared her class.
The head Cheerio looked passive and dismissed the brunette’s look with a shrug. The Latina, on the other hand, grinned sardonically and motioned for the diva to sit at the empty seat in front of her.
Rachel felt torn, she normally sat at the front of the classroom, but then again this could prove beneficial to her. She would receive an invitation from the cool kids and be able to continue her task of wooing Quinn.
The New Directions captain gave a determined nod. She would sit in the back today and it would be a wonderful experience.
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Their teacher had to leave early, so the class was given a review and told to work in groups to finish it. Naturally, the two Cheerios worked together, but this time there was an addition to the group: Rachel.
The Gleeks worked diligently and finished with twenty minutes to spare. Rachel looked around and started to get up to help another group, since they were on the first page of the three-page review, but was stopped by the Latina.
“Nuh-uh. Sit.” Santana pointed at Rachel’s seat; Rachel obediently took her seat. “I have something I want to talk about.” She turned to the head Cheerio and nodded towards the group Rachel was getting ready to help. The blonde gave Santana a look before rolling her eyes and getting up.
Santana clasped her hands together before smirking at the other brunette. “Now, where were we?”
Rachel gulped. She had no idea what the talk was going to be about-it must have been pretty big since Quinn had left her to Satan so easily because of it-but she was sure she wasn’t going to like it. Rachel looked at the blonde and tried to make some sort of silent communication, but when Quinn finally met her gaze she only offered a small smile in apology before resuming her previous task of helping the other students.
The diva sighed in resignation before looking back at the Latina. “I don’t know.”
Santana grinned. “Oh, I think you do.” She nodded her head towards the blonde Cheerio. “We were about to talk about your big lesbi-gay crush on Curly Q.”
“Ah, my infatuation-”
“Yeah, whatever, Shortcake.”
“Honestly, Santana, I have no clue how you come up with these names. They’re-”
“Amazing, I know. But let’s not talk about how awesome I am and focus on that can of spaghetti sauce.”
Rachel’s face scrunched up in confusion before she realized Santana was trying to refer to the nickname Quinn was given during her pregnancy: Preggo. “You do realize that the Italian sauce company has one ‘g’ and not two, right?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Santana waved her off. “Now, focus.” She pointed at the blonde again. “You like Tubbers, Oompa Loompa.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement of fact. Honestly, it wasn’t even needed, because she was there when Berry had confessed her undying love or whatever that moment was, but she needed to know so she could go through her plan.
Rachel frowned. “I’m not going to sit here and let you make fun of Quinn; she’s beautiful. Furthermore, she’s not pregnant and she’s lost all of her baby weight, and even if she hadn’t she’d still look gorgeous without trying. So stop with all of the names!” She paused. “Also, I don’t appreciate the names you keep calling me.”
Santana looked shocked for a second, but it was only for a second-probably under a second if one had actually measured the amount of time her face had taken such an expression-before she laughed. “Good, I was just making sure.”
“What?”
“I wanted to make sure you were serious.” Santana rolled her eyes at Rachel’s “Are you serious” look. “I know me and Q don’t seem like friends, but we are. I mean once you get past the fact that I’m a bitch and Q will stop at almost nothing to get to the top, you’ll see that I’m her…” she let out an exaggerated breath, “‘Number Two.’ Anyways, I’m gonna help you.”
Rachel didn’t look convinced. “What are you getting out of this?”
Santana blushed and looked down. “B said she’d spend the night if I helped- Don’t look at me like that! She’s been hanging all over Wheels McCripple-Pants so I barely get to see her, and she doesn’t even come over after practice anymore. It’s almost Nationals and I’ve been getting restless.”
“Santana!”
“What?”
“That’s cheating.”
“Not if the plumbing’s different.”
“I’m not stupid.”
“S’your guilty conscience.”
“Santana-”
“It’s not always about sex!” Santana slammed her hands on the table and glared at everyone who dared to look. When it was only Rachel-and Quinn, but she was too far away to matter at the moment-looking at her she let out a deep breath and rubbed her forehead. She put her head on the table and Rachel had to lean forward to hear what she was saying. “I’m not some whore. I like sex, but it’s different with Britt. I don’t force her to do anything. I really meant that she was just gonna spend the night.” She quickly picked her head up.
“The fuck? I’m not talking about my fucking feelings with you. Dammit, Shortcake-no, you don’t get to say anything. I’m keeping that one.”
“Fine,” Rachel huffed. She hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “How are you going to help me?”
The Latina gave a small grin, “Now that I can talk about.”
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A/N: More on the plan and what Quinn's gift was soon!!
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn, mentions of Brittany/Santana, and a few other minor pairings
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rachel uses pick up lines to try and get the girl she likes.
Spoilers: All the episodes to be safe.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters
A/N: This chapter is a little longer than most of them, mostly due to Devious!Santana and her plans. It's kind of some bg for what's to come next. Also, thanks to breakthrough09 for the raisins line!
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven
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“Good morning, Quinn.”
“Morning,” the blonde replied as she shut her locker and looked at the small brunette. She raised an eyebrow at the closed fist the other girl held up but put her own hand open to receive whatever Rachel was trying to give her.
Rachel grinned as she handed over the object. “You seem to be responding quite well to my affections, Quinn.”
The Cheerio blushed. “I just like getting gifts…”
“Well, in return for the gift I gave you, could you give me some raisins?”
“What? I don’t… huh?”
“No? Well then,” Rachel paused for a moment in thought. “How about a date?”
The blonde fought back her grin at the girl’s question. “Um, no, Polly.”
“While I do appreciate the fact that you no longer make insults about my gender, the fact that you still insult my stature is a bit unsettling.”
“Well, we all saw you at the pool party last month and sort of agreed to stop calling you Manhands, Treasure Trail, RuPaul-”
“I get the point. Thank you, Quinn.”
Quinn’s eyes widened. “Don’t thank me yet, Polly P, it doesn’t mean you’re completely off the hook.” Quinn said as she looked to someone behind Rachel and took a step to the side.
Rachel was barely able to turn around before she felt iced corn syrup, in the form of a slushy, run down her face. At least it’s grape.
“At least it’s grape.” The blonde voiced Rachel’s thoughts and walked away.
Rachel ignored the slushy and stomped her foot on the ground. “You haven’t even listened to what I had planned!”
“Don’t need to.” Quinn threw over her shoulder. “Thanks for the…” she trailed off after realizing she never actually took a look at it the object in her hand. She frowned, because now that she had, she still couldn’t tell what it was. “Uh, thing!”
Rachel wiped a bit of slushy off of her face. “You’re welcome…”
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Rachel made it to AP Calculus right before the bell rung. The brunette was slushied continuously for the past three years and she was still able to maintain a perfect attendance record, so she wasn’t about to let that change just because she was starting to get used to not being slushied.
To say that she was surprised to see the jock who gave her a slushy facial completely drenched in cherry flavored ice and red dye #5 is an understatement. She walked slowly around the slushy-covered male to get to her desk - the fact that he winced as she passed him was more surprising than the initial shock of seeing him in his current state.
“I’m sorry!”
“Huh?” Rachel was taken aback; she hadn’t expected an apology from the jock, and if she had, she’d have imagined it to be more insincere and less like the boy was terrified for his life.
She looked up to the two Cheerios that shared her class.
The head Cheerio looked passive and dismissed the brunette’s look with a shrug. The Latina, on the other hand, grinned sardonically and motioned for the diva to sit at the empty seat in front of her.
Rachel felt torn, she normally sat at the front of the classroom, but then again this could prove beneficial to her. She would receive an invitation from the cool kids and be able to continue her task of wooing Quinn.
The New Directions captain gave a determined nod. She would sit in the back today and it would be a wonderful experience.
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Their teacher had to leave early, so the class was given a review and told to work in groups to finish it. Naturally, the two Cheerios worked together, but this time there was an addition to the group: Rachel.
The Gleeks worked diligently and finished with twenty minutes to spare. Rachel looked around and started to get up to help another group, since they were on the first page of the three-page review, but was stopped by the Latina.
“Nuh-uh. Sit.” Santana pointed at Rachel’s seat; Rachel obediently took her seat. “I have something I want to talk about.” She turned to the head Cheerio and nodded towards the group Rachel was getting ready to help. The blonde gave Santana a look before rolling her eyes and getting up.
Santana clasped her hands together before smirking at the other brunette. “Now, where were we?”
Rachel gulped. She had no idea what the talk was going to be about-it must have been pretty big since Quinn had left her to Satan so easily because of it-but she was sure she wasn’t going to like it. Rachel looked at the blonde and tried to make some sort of silent communication, but when Quinn finally met her gaze she only offered a small smile in apology before resuming her previous task of helping the other students.
The diva sighed in resignation before looking back at the Latina. “I don’t know.”
Santana grinned. “Oh, I think you do.” She nodded her head towards the blonde Cheerio. “We were about to talk about your big lesbi-gay crush on Curly Q.”
“Ah, my infatuation-”
“Yeah, whatever, Shortcake.”
“Honestly, Santana, I have no clue how you come up with these names. They’re-”
“Amazing, I know. But let’s not talk about how awesome I am and focus on that can of spaghetti sauce.”
Rachel’s face scrunched up in confusion before she realized Santana was trying to refer to the nickname Quinn was given during her pregnancy: Preggo. “You do realize that the Italian sauce company has one ‘g’ and not two, right?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Santana waved her off. “Now, focus.” She pointed at the blonde again. “You like Tubbers, Oompa Loompa.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement of fact. Honestly, it wasn’t even needed, because she was there when Berry had confessed her undying love or whatever that moment was, but she needed to know so she could go through her plan.
Rachel frowned. “I’m not going to sit here and let you make fun of Quinn; she’s beautiful. Furthermore, she’s not pregnant and she’s lost all of her baby weight, and even if she hadn’t she’d still look gorgeous without trying. So stop with all of the names!” She paused. “Also, I don’t appreciate the names you keep calling me.”
Santana looked shocked for a second, but it was only for a second-probably under a second if one had actually measured the amount of time her face had taken such an expression-before she laughed. “Good, I was just making sure.”
“What?”
“I wanted to make sure you were serious.” Santana rolled her eyes at Rachel’s “Are you serious” look. “I know me and Q don’t seem like friends, but we are. I mean once you get past the fact that I’m a bitch and Q will stop at almost nothing to get to the top, you’ll see that I’m her…” she let out an exaggerated breath, “‘Number Two.’ Anyways, I’m gonna help you.”
Rachel didn’t look convinced. “What are you getting out of this?”
Santana blushed and looked down. “B said she’d spend the night if I helped- Don’t look at me like that! She’s been hanging all over Wheels McCripple-Pants so I barely get to see her, and she doesn’t even come over after practice anymore. It’s almost Nationals and I’ve been getting restless.”
“Santana!”
“What?”
“That’s cheating.”
“Not if the plumbing’s different.”
“I’m not stupid.”
“S’your guilty conscience.”
“Santana-”
“It’s not always about sex!” Santana slammed her hands on the table and glared at everyone who dared to look. When it was only Rachel-and Quinn, but she was too far away to matter at the moment-looking at her she let out a deep breath and rubbed her forehead. She put her head on the table and Rachel had to lean forward to hear what she was saying. “I’m not some whore. I like sex, but it’s different with Britt. I don’t force her to do anything. I really meant that she was just gonna spend the night.” She quickly picked her head up.
“The fuck? I’m not talking about my fucking feelings with you. Dammit, Shortcake-no, you don’t get to say anything. I’m keeping that one.”
“Fine,” Rachel huffed. She hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “How are you going to help me?”
The Latina gave a small grin, “Now that I can talk about.”
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A/N: More on the plan and what Quinn's gift was soon!!