Pairing(s), Characters: Rachel/Puck, Rachel/Finn, Glee club
Summary: Rachel finds herself slowly feeling for Puck again while in a relationship with Finn. Yeah, I know, fabulous summary... xD
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee au any of the characters. I do have my own little Puck-bot hidden in my closet though...
RACHEL
The sleeping arrangements were a tad awkward. Naturally Finn voted for being in the same kitanda as Rachel, but she felt bad about forcing Quinn with Noah, and vice versa. So she ended up sleeping with Quinn while Noah and Finn shared the other bed. Rachel couldn't sleep though. She got up and went to the bathroom at one o'clock in the morning but she didn't actually do anything. She just sat, perched on the countertop in a little pixie-like position of crossed legs. After a couple of dakika of sitting in the dark, the door opened quietly and Noah slipped in. She could tell because one, he was much shorter than Finn, and two, there was a small night light in the corner that peaked with the last of it's light that gave a glow to his legs. She didn't quite know how wewe just recognize someone kwa their legs, but she did. She could feel her cheeks reddening as she also realized he was shirtless.
"Hey." he whispered.
"Hey." she replied, also in a hushed voice. There was a pause.
"Do I really have to explain why I'm hear?" Rachel shook her head, but remembering the dark added,
"No. I... I want to... I kind of need to." she annexed.
"Boy, do I ever know how wewe feel." Rachel barely breathed a chuckle. Her moyo rate was accelerating as his face came closer. His lips were mere centimeters away from her own when he paused. A moment later though, his hesitation was forgotten as he carefully and gently pressed his lips to hers. It could barely be counted as a kissed, their lips scarcely brushed, but when they broke apart they were both breathing hard. She cupped her hands on either side of his head and lowered it slightly so she could place a kiss to his forehead. She started there for a minute, nose rubbing against it. Then she pulled him back up and pulled him closer for another kiss. This one was harder, but still hesitant. Quietly, barely even opening her mouth she alisema the words he wanted.
"It's okay." She kissed him again, and he responded. Still soft, still quiet, she continued to kiss him. His cheek, his nose, the corner of his eye, his forehead again. But slowly. One at a time. She placed one zaidi kiss to his lips, then whispered, "We should get to bed." He nodded in agreement. This time he kissed her, then wrapped her in an embrace as he lifted her down from the counter, even though her hanging feet were inches from the floor. He crushed her against him, as in taking in her scent. Rachel did the same. She didn't ever want to forgot this. This night. Never. And neither did he.
***
PUCK
When Puck woke the inayofuata siku he felt truly unreal. He felt as if his soul had floated from his body off into the distance, and was hollow inside. But as he got feeling back slowly, and the memories of yesterday snuck their way back into his brain, a feeling of bliss slipped over him. Finn was sitting up in the opposite kitanda with Rachel, his arm loosely around her shoulders. He was intently watching the morning cartoons while Rachel was staring at Puck. When he turned over, her face mgawanyiko, baidisha into a grin. She gave him a tiny wave that he also returned with a grin.
"Morning." he groaned, scratching his head.
"Morning," Rachel replied, "Good sleep?"
"The best." he told her. Blush crept into her cheeks. Finn turned.
"Oh, hujambo man. Thought wewe would never wake up."
"Nice to see wewe too." Puck muttered as he sat up in bed. "Where's Quinn?"
"Getting breakfast downstairs with everyone else. We were waiting for wewe before we went down."
"Much appreciated." alisema Puck with a smirk. He pulled on a t-shirt and sweater than glanced at Rachel guiltily before quickly shagging off way sweatpants and hastily pulling on some jeans. Thank God Finn didn't notice, at least until Puck fell over and slammed his head into the side meza, jedwali because he was hopping around from trying to pull his jeans on so fast. Rachel let out a shriek and hurried to his side, but Puck just half-moaned, half-laughed as he held a bump kwa his eyebrow.
"Painful?" Rachel asked as she tenderly felt it.
"It's fine. Don't worry about it." Suddenly, with total humiliation on both sides, Rachel and Puck realized he still hadn't pulled his jeans up. Finn got up and stretched.
"You okay?" he asked Puck as they walked out of their room and down the hall.
"You ask now? Feelin' the friendship here, bro."
"If there was blood I'd be freaking out. If that makes wewe feel better."
"Totally." Puck noticed that Finn had taken Rachel's hand in his. Jealously boiled up inside him like no other emotion ever did. Except love. Which he only ever felt with one person. Whose hand was currently occupied.
When they arrived for breakfast most others were done, but they all waited patiently for the three to finish kwa describing the siku ahead of them. Most people wanted to do different things-- Mercedes, Tina, Kurt, Santana, Brittany, and Quinn wanted to hit the stores. Mike, Artie, and Matt were zaidi interested in checking out some museums. Finn was all over that idea, and the four were off straight away to take a cab over to the Guggenheim (not without a goodbye peck and "Be safe" from Finn to Rachel). Mercedes and Tina also caught a cab for the funkier part of the shopping district, while Quinn, Santana, and Brittany actually agreed to let Kurt come with them for the zaidi polished looks. Soon, it was just Puck and Rachel. Rachel slid her hand over Puck's.
"So, my lucky man, what will be doing today-- alone?" Puck had his answer ready.
"Central Park." Rachel leaned over and kissed him.
"Sounds great."
Instead of taking a taxi the whole way, they had the cab driver take them three-fourths of the way there so the last bit they could enjoy on foot. The city truly was magical. They people watched, stopped in small, funky shops where they both actually both "I ♥ NYC" shirts, stopped at what looked like glorified cardboard fridge boxes where they bought hot mbwa and coffee (coco in Puck's case). Mid-winter probably wasn't the most exciting time to be in the city, but being the first time for both, they enjoyed it throughly. The walk through Central Park was truly amazing. They bought hot pretzels and watched true New Yorkers do their thing. A man wearing a upinde wa mvua striped suit playing the saxophone like there was no tomorrow had an overflowing case of cash so neither Rachel au Puck bothered dropping in their two cents, although they gave him a nice applause. A group of college boys did acrobatics with no gloves in the snow, like the guy in Vocal Adrenaline who Rachel explained to Puck.
"I wish Dad could see this!" she exclaimed, pointing to a man swallowing torches. "He always brags about how he could've joined the Circus when he left high school because of that. Daddy says he could've joined the Circus even if he couldn't." Rachel giggled. Puck just shook his head, smiling.
Of course he got slightly side-tracked when some college girls showed off their still perfect tans kwa sun bathing out on towels in the snow. Rachel had to literally drag him away, muttering.
kwa mid afternoon the pair were cold, wet, and exhausted with aching feet, but also kwa having just had one of the most fun time either had had in a long time. They coupled in a corner booth in a quaint, adorable little diner, where they chowed down on hot hamburgers and crunchy, greasy fries. Afterwards they shared a piece of apple pie.
"Mmmm." moaned Rachel after she took her first bite.
"Good?" She nodded eagerly, her mouth full. Puck took his bite and chewed slowly. Rachel was right. Delicious. When half the piece was gone, Puck brought up topic he had been putting off all day.
"Rachel, what are we gonna do about Finn?" Rachel finished chewing but didn't meet his eye. After a long pause she said,
"I honestly have no clue. In a way, I don't want to tell him because...." she trailed off. "Well, because it's you."
"Me?"
"Of course. wewe aliiba Quinn from him--"
"I didn't steal--"
"Bad word choice, sorry. But after Quinn, imagine what would happen if it went the same with me. I don't want to hurt him like that again, and neither do you." Puck nodded. "The thing is Noah, I want to be with you." Puck looked up from his fork, which he had been twirling between his fingers.
"Really?" he grinned.
"Yes, wewe little puppy dog, you. But I do care about Finn, and I just don't want to hurt him."
"Break up with him. Then, we can keep it secret for say, a month, then we can go public like we just started dating again." Rachel pondered.
"I guess that is the only way to go about it." she sighed. "When should I do it?"
"Tonight? Tomorrow? I want this secrecy to last as little as it has to." Rachel smiled sadly and pressed her forehead to his.
"Me too." she rested her head on his shoulder as she sighed again. He turned to kiss her forehead. She turned her face into his shati as to return it.
***
RACHEL
The rest of the siku was perfect. At five they took a cab back to the hotel, where both shopping crews were waiting. A little while later Finn, Artie, Matt, and Mike returned from museum hopping. Finn was all psyched over the skeletons they saw, and Mike was buzzing with his inayopendelewa paintings which he was now explaining to Brittany in great detail. Mercedes immediately announced they had to get ready for that night's club.
"Which one is this?" Tina asked.
"The Bus Stop. Some of wewe will be excited to hear, there's no ID checking there." Rachel glanced at Puck. Surely he was elated on the inside at this piece of news. As for Finn... and zaidi importantly, herself, she wasn't positive.
Rachel hurried to their room to choose her outfit. She pulled out her black cardigan and black and white plaid skirt. Quinn took one look at it and shook her head.
"It's not often I'd stoop as low to help wewe Rachel, but I'll assist in picking out an outfit so wewe don't humiliate yourself." Rachel looked at her pleadingly.
"Would you?" Quinn started sifting through her suitcase. She came across of a bright pink spaghetti, tambi strap juu that Rachel always wore under other layers. She tossed it to her. "Just this?" she asked.
"Pretty much. Everything else in here is either fuzzy au from the 40's." Rachel blushed. Quinn continued searching. "Damn, don't wewe have any bottoms besides plaid skirts?" she had pulled out about twelve. "Even a pair of skinny jeans au something?"
"No. Not with me, at least." Quinn gave her a face.
"Wait here a minute. I'll be right back." Quinn strode from the room and Rachel stared at herself in the mirror. The juu was uncomfortably tight and she constantly felt like she had to be sucking in her stomach, but besides that, she looked pretty good. Quinn came back a dakika later carrying a black faux leather mini, tights, and pumps. Rachel gaped at her.
"Are wewe actually serious?"
"Absolutely. aliiba them from Santana's bag while she was in the bathroom. Put them on." Rachel pulled up the tights, then slipped on the skirt, zipping the side. It was tight at her hip but she could handle it. She then stepped into the shoes, then turned to face the mirror.
"Wow..." whispered Rachel, awed kwa her own appearance. Quinn grinned smugly.
"I am good," then added, "Wait, I've got an even better touch!" Rachel raised her eyebrows as Quinn's hand njiwa back into her bag, and come back out, producing a black, lacy... water bra.
"Uh-uh. Noooo way Quinn. I've heard the stories of water bras, I'm not about to jiunge them." Quinn gave Rachel a 'come on' look.
"Those stories are for the innocent to hear from their mother's so they never actually try one out. Believe me. They work fine. And wewe need it." Rachel's cheeks reddened fiercely. "I mean that in the politest way possible. Now put it on." Rachel snatched it from Quinn's hand then marched into the bathroom sullenly. When she cam back out, Quinn clapped. "Awesome!"
She pulled out her makeup bag and took out eye shadow, lip stain, and mascara.
"I presume wewe at least know how to apply them?" she asked. Rachel nodded. "Good. Don't waste any." She then went to her own suitcase and pulled out a black cami and flowy yellow tank. She pulled them on then shimmied out a pair of dark skinny jeans with an elastic waistband. Finally she slipped into small black flats.
"How come wewe get the comfy shoes?" Rachel asked her.
"Because I'm the one carrying a child in her belly." she then pulled out a hair curler and proceeded to do exactly what a hair curler does-- curl hair. She then handed it to Rachel, who attempted, and burned her finger. Quinn sighed and held out her hand. Rachel sheepishly handed it over. When she finished, Quinn touched up her own makeup, adding lip gloss, then packed everything away again.
"Thanks for doing this Quinn," Rachel said, folding her awali outfit and storing it away in her suitcase. "I really appreciated it."
"Yeah, well just don't mention it to anybody." Rachel smiled, grabbing her wristlet. Quinn stuck her lip gloss and mascara inside her Coach bag and followed her out.
***
They met up with Tina and Mercedes kwa the elevators, who both looked fabulous. Mercedes was wearing an off-the-shoulder juu with dark wash jeans and rather sickening furry boots (at least to Rachel). dhahabu hoops the size of tennis balls hung from her ears and a white fedora with a bright purple ribbon around it was perched on her head.
Tina wore a purple and black striped mini dress with a black cropped motorcycle koti, jacket and black tights. She easily fit in as the hippest with her black chunky boots and heavy makeup (purple eye shadow and lots of eye liner). She wore a slouchy white beret that stood out against her dark outfit nicely.
"Dammit Rachel, you're one smokin' babe!" Mercedes exclaimed. Rachel, embarrassed but pleased, grinned.
"Thank you. I was a bit anxious."
"You don't need to be," Tina told her. "You look great! You're both gonna be cold though..."
"Oh, damn," Quinn muttered. "I'll go brag our coats Rachel."
"Thanks." Not a sekunde later after she turned to go back, Puck, Finn, Artie, Kurt, Mike, and Matt all emerged from one of their rooms.
The first thing Rachel took notice of was their expressions, before their outfits. Finn looked nervous but excited, Puck a little cocky. Mike looked like he had just pulled out his outfits from their mash-up, It's My Life/Confessions. Leather koti, jacket and striped shati and Converse. Artie wore the same except he was wearing a denim koti, jacket instead of leather. Matt wore standard jeans and a grey shati button up only buttoned halfway with a wife beater and white tennis shoes. Kurt stood completely apart-- he wore a white blazer with a black shati underneath and a silk purple ascot (Gucci, she learned later), with patashika, longi and indispensable black shoes. He, like Mercedes, wore a fedora, but his was purple with a white ribbon. She grinned when she saw him and gave his hat a little flick.
Lastly, she focused upon Finn and Puck. Finn wore a beater underneath a blue plaid shati with baggy jeans and Converse. She was actually really surprised to see him look, so, well, sexy. The blue shati really worked well with his eyes and dark hair. She shook herself. She thought she had stopped feeling this way. Ever since Puck... but he looked so good. Then her eyes met Puck's. He wore dark jeans and Converse as well, but on juu he bore a dark green hooded sweater underneath a black leather jacket. The layered look didn't look bulky-- on the contrary, he looked hot. He stared at her. But then Finn stepped in front of him, exclaiming how "New York-ish" she looked, and she couldn't see him anymore.
Summary: Rachel finds herself slowly feeling for Puck again while in a relationship with Finn. Yeah, I know, fabulous summary... xD
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee au any of the characters. I do have my own little Puck-bot hidden in my closet though...
RACHEL
The sleeping arrangements were a tad awkward. Naturally Finn voted for being in the same kitanda as Rachel, but she felt bad about forcing Quinn with Noah, and vice versa. So she ended up sleeping with Quinn while Noah and Finn shared the other bed. Rachel couldn't sleep though. She got up and went to the bathroom at one o'clock in the morning but she didn't actually do anything. She just sat, perched on the countertop in a little pixie-like position of crossed legs. After a couple of dakika of sitting in the dark, the door opened quietly and Noah slipped in. She could tell because one, he was much shorter than Finn, and two, there was a small night light in the corner that peaked with the last of it's light that gave a glow to his legs. She didn't quite know how wewe just recognize someone kwa their legs, but she did. She could feel her cheeks reddening as she also realized he was shirtless.
"Hey." he whispered.
"Hey." she replied, also in a hushed voice. There was a pause.
"Do I really have to explain why I'm hear?" Rachel shook her head, but remembering the dark added,
"No. I... I want to... I kind of need to." she annexed.
"Boy, do I ever know how wewe feel." Rachel barely breathed a chuckle. Her moyo rate was accelerating as his face came closer. His lips were mere centimeters away from her own when he paused. A moment later though, his hesitation was forgotten as he carefully and gently pressed his lips to hers. It could barely be counted as a kissed, their lips scarcely brushed, but when they broke apart they were both breathing hard. She cupped her hands on either side of his head and lowered it slightly so she could place a kiss to his forehead. She started there for a minute, nose rubbing against it. Then she pulled him back up and pulled him closer for another kiss. This one was harder, but still hesitant. Quietly, barely even opening her mouth she alisema the words he wanted.
"It's okay." She kissed him again, and he responded. Still soft, still quiet, she continued to kiss him. His cheek, his nose, the corner of his eye, his forehead again. But slowly. One at a time. She placed one zaidi kiss to his lips, then whispered, "We should get to bed." He nodded in agreement. This time he kissed her, then wrapped her in an embrace as he lifted her down from the counter, even though her hanging feet were inches from the floor. He crushed her against him, as in taking in her scent. Rachel did the same. She didn't ever want to forgot this. This night. Never. And neither did he.
***
PUCK
When Puck woke the inayofuata siku he felt truly unreal. He felt as if his soul had floated from his body off into the distance, and was hollow inside. But as he got feeling back slowly, and the memories of yesterday snuck their way back into his brain, a feeling of bliss slipped over him. Finn was sitting up in the opposite kitanda with Rachel, his arm loosely around her shoulders. He was intently watching the morning cartoons while Rachel was staring at Puck. When he turned over, her face mgawanyiko, baidisha into a grin. She gave him a tiny wave that he also returned with a grin.
"Morning." he groaned, scratching his head.
"Morning," Rachel replied, "Good sleep?"
"The best." he told her. Blush crept into her cheeks. Finn turned.
"Oh, hujambo man. Thought wewe would never wake up."
"Nice to see wewe too." Puck muttered as he sat up in bed. "Where's Quinn?"
"Getting breakfast downstairs with everyone else. We were waiting for wewe before we went down."
"Much appreciated." alisema Puck with a smirk. He pulled on a t-shirt and sweater than glanced at Rachel guiltily before quickly shagging off way sweatpants and hastily pulling on some jeans. Thank God Finn didn't notice, at least until Puck fell over and slammed his head into the side meza, jedwali because he was hopping around from trying to pull his jeans on so fast. Rachel let out a shriek and hurried to his side, but Puck just half-moaned, half-laughed as he held a bump kwa his eyebrow.
"Painful?" Rachel asked as she tenderly felt it.
"It's fine. Don't worry about it." Suddenly, with total humiliation on both sides, Rachel and Puck realized he still hadn't pulled his jeans up. Finn got up and stretched.
"You okay?" he asked Puck as they walked out of their room and down the hall.
"You ask now? Feelin' the friendship here, bro."
"If there was blood I'd be freaking out. If that makes wewe feel better."
"Totally." Puck noticed that Finn had taken Rachel's hand in his. Jealously boiled up inside him like no other emotion ever did. Except love. Which he only ever felt with one person. Whose hand was currently occupied.
When they arrived for breakfast most others were done, but they all waited patiently for the three to finish kwa describing the siku ahead of them. Most people wanted to do different things-- Mercedes, Tina, Kurt, Santana, Brittany, and Quinn wanted to hit the stores. Mike, Artie, and Matt were zaidi interested in checking out some museums. Finn was all over that idea, and the four were off straight away to take a cab over to the Guggenheim (not without a goodbye peck and "Be safe" from Finn to Rachel). Mercedes and Tina also caught a cab for the funkier part of the shopping district, while Quinn, Santana, and Brittany actually agreed to let Kurt come with them for the zaidi polished looks. Soon, it was just Puck and Rachel. Rachel slid her hand over Puck's.
"So, my lucky man, what will be doing today-- alone?" Puck had his answer ready.
"Central Park." Rachel leaned over and kissed him.
"Sounds great."
Instead of taking a taxi the whole way, they had the cab driver take them three-fourths of the way there so the last bit they could enjoy on foot. The city truly was magical. They people watched, stopped in small, funky shops where they both actually both "I ♥ NYC" shirts, stopped at what looked like glorified cardboard fridge boxes where they bought hot mbwa and coffee (coco in Puck's case). Mid-winter probably wasn't the most exciting time to be in the city, but being the first time for both, they enjoyed it throughly. The walk through Central Park was truly amazing. They bought hot pretzels and watched true New Yorkers do their thing. A man wearing a upinde wa mvua striped suit playing the saxophone like there was no tomorrow had an overflowing case of cash so neither Rachel au Puck bothered dropping in their two cents, although they gave him a nice applause. A group of college boys did acrobatics with no gloves in the snow, like the guy in Vocal Adrenaline who Rachel explained to Puck.
"I wish Dad could see this!" she exclaimed, pointing to a man swallowing torches. "He always brags about how he could've joined the Circus when he left high school because of that. Daddy says he could've joined the Circus even if he couldn't." Rachel giggled. Puck just shook his head, smiling.
Of course he got slightly side-tracked when some college girls showed off their still perfect tans kwa sun bathing out on towels in the snow. Rachel had to literally drag him away, muttering.
kwa mid afternoon the pair were cold, wet, and exhausted with aching feet, but also kwa having just had one of the most fun time either had had in a long time. They coupled in a corner booth in a quaint, adorable little diner, where they chowed down on hot hamburgers and crunchy, greasy fries. Afterwards they shared a piece of apple pie.
"Mmmm." moaned Rachel after she took her first bite.
"Good?" She nodded eagerly, her mouth full. Puck took his bite and chewed slowly. Rachel was right. Delicious. When half the piece was gone, Puck brought up topic he had been putting off all day.
"Rachel, what are we gonna do about Finn?" Rachel finished chewing but didn't meet his eye. After a long pause she said,
"I honestly have no clue. In a way, I don't want to tell him because...." she trailed off. "Well, because it's you."
"Me?"
"Of course. wewe aliiba Quinn from him--"
"I didn't steal--"
"Bad word choice, sorry. But after Quinn, imagine what would happen if it went the same with me. I don't want to hurt him like that again, and neither do you." Puck nodded. "The thing is Noah, I want to be with you." Puck looked up from his fork, which he had been twirling between his fingers.
"Really?" he grinned.
"Yes, wewe little puppy dog, you. But I do care about Finn, and I just don't want to hurt him."
"Break up with him. Then, we can keep it secret for say, a month, then we can go public like we just started dating again." Rachel pondered.
"I guess that is the only way to go about it." she sighed. "When should I do it?"
"Tonight? Tomorrow? I want this secrecy to last as little as it has to." Rachel smiled sadly and pressed her forehead to his.
"Me too." she rested her head on his shoulder as she sighed again. He turned to kiss her forehead. She turned her face into his shati as to return it.
***
RACHEL
The rest of the siku was perfect. At five they took a cab back to the hotel, where both shopping crews were waiting. A little while later Finn, Artie, Matt, and Mike returned from museum hopping. Finn was all psyched over the skeletons they saw, and Mike was buzzing with his inayopendelewa paintings which he was now explaining to Brittany in great detail. Mercedes immediately announced they had to get ready for that night's club.
"Which one is this?" Tina asked.
"The Bus Stop. Some of wewe will be excited to hear, there's no ID checking there." Rachel glanced at Puck. Surely he was elated on the inside at this piece of news. As for Finn... and zaidi importantly, herself, she wasn't positive.
Rachel hurried to their room to choose her outfit. She pulled out her black cardigan and black and white plaid skirt. Quinn took one look at it and shook her head.
"It's not often I'd stoop as low to help wewe Rachel, but I'll assist in picking out an outfit so wewe don't humiliate yourself." Rachel looked at her pleadingly.
"Would you?" Quinn started sifting through her suitcase. She came across of a bright pink spaghetti, tambi strap juu that Rachel always wore under other layers. She tossed it to her. "Just this?" she asked.
"Pretty much. Everything else in here is either fuzzy au from the 40's." Rachel blushed. Quinn continued searching. "Damn, don't wewe have any bottoms besides plaid skirts?" she had pulled out about twelve. "Even a pair of skinny jeans au something?"
"No. Not with me, at least." Quinn gave her a face.
"Wait here a minute. I'll be right back." Quinn strode from the room and Rachel stared at herself in the mirror. The juu was uncomfortably tight and she constantly felt like she had to be sucking in her stomach, but besides that, she looked pretty good. Quinn came back a dakika later carrying a black faux leather mini, tights, and pumps. Rachel gaped at her.
"Are wewe actually serious?"
"Absolutely. aliiba them from Santana's bag while she was in the bathroom. Put them on." Rachel pulled up the tights, then slipped on the skirt, zipping the side. It was tight at her hip but she could handle it. She then stepped into the shoes, then turned to face the mirror.
"Wow..." whispered Rachel, awed kwa her own appearance. Quinn grinned smugly.
"I am good," then added, "Wait, I've got an even better touch!" Rachel raised her eyebrows as Quinn's hand njiwa back into her bag, and come back out, producing a black, lacy... water bra.
"Uh-uh. Noooo way Quinn. I've heard the stories of water bras, I'm not about to jiunge them." Quinn gave Rachel a 'come on' look.
"Those stories are for the innocent to hear from their mother's so they never actually try one out. Believe me. They work fine. And wewe need it." Rachel's cheeks reddened fiercely. "I mean that in the politest way possible. Now put it on." Rachel snatched it from Quinn's hand then marched into the bathroom sullenly. When she cam back out, Quinn clapped. "Awesome!"
She pulled out her makeup bag and took out eye shadow, lip stain, and mascara.
"I presume wewe at least know how to apply them?" she asked. Rachel nodded. "Good. Don't waste any." She then went to her own suitcase and pulled out a black cami and flowy yellow tank. She pulled them on then shimmied out a pair of dark skinny jeans with an elastic waistband. Finally she slipped into small black flats.
"How come wewe get the comfy shoes?" Rachel asked her.
"Because I'm the one carrying a child in her belly." she then pulled out a hair curler and proceeded to do exactly what a hair curler does-- curl hair. She then handed it to Rachel, who attempted, and burned her finger. Quinn sighed and held out her hand. Rachel sheepishly handed it over. When she finished, Quinn touched up her own makeup, adding lip gloss, then packed everything away again.
"Thanks for doing this Quinn," Rachel said, folding her awali outfit and storing it away in her suitcase. "I really appreciated it."
"Yeah, well just don't mention it to anybody." Rachel smiled, grabbing her wristlet. Quinn stuck her lip gloss and mascara inside her Coach bag and followed her out.
***
They met up with Tina and Mercedes kwa the elevators, who both looked fabulous. Mercedes was wearing an off-the-shoulder juu with dark wash jeans and rather sickening furry boots (at least to Rachel). dhahabu hoops the size of tennis balls hung from her ears and a white fedora with a bright purple ribbon around it was perched on her head.
Tina wore a purple and black striped mini dress with a black cropped motorcycle koti, jacket and black tights. She easily fit in as the hippest with her black chunky boots and heavy makeup (purple eye shadow and lots of eye liner). She wore a slouchy white beret that stood out against her dark outfit nicely.
"Dammit Rachel, you're one smokin' babe!" Mercedes exclaimed. Rachel, embarrassed but pleased, grinned.
"Thank you. I was a bit anxious."
"You don't need to be," Tina told her. "You look great! You're both gonna be cold though..."
"Oh, damn," Quinn muttered. "I'll go brag our coats Rachel."
"Thanks." Not a sekunde later after she turned to go back, Puck, Finn, Artie, Kurt, Mike, and Matt all emerged from one of their rooms.
The first thing Rachel took notice of was their expressions, before their outfits. Finn looked nervous but excited, Puck a little cocky. Mike looked like he had just pulled out his outfits from their mash-up, It's My Life/Confessions. Leather koti, jacket and striped shati and Converse. Artie wore the same except he was wearing a denim koti, jacket instead of leather. Matt wore standard jeans and a grey shati button up only buttoned halfway with a wife beater and white tennis shoes. Kurt stood completely apart-- he wore a white blazer with a black shati underneath and a silk purple ascot (Gucci, she learned later), with patashika, longi and indispensable black shoes. He, like Mercedes, wore a fedora, but his was purple with a white ribbon. She grinned when she saw him and gave his hat a little flick.
Lastly, she focused upon Finn and Puck. Finn wore a beater underneath a blue plaid shati with baggy jeans and Converse. She was actually really surprised to see him look, so, well, sexy. The blue shati really worked well with his eyes and dark hair. She shook herself. She thought she had stopped feeling this way. Ever since Puck... but he looked so good. Then her eyes met Puck's. He wore dark jeans and Converse as well, but on juu he bore a dark green hooded sweater underneath a black leather jacket. The layered look didn't look bulky-- on the contrary, he looked hot. He stared at her. But then Finn stepped in front of him, exclaiming how "New York-ish" she looked, and she couldn't see him anymore.
