(Source: littleredpianostory)
(Source: littleredpianostory)
You’re in trouble now, Quinn Fabray.
Rachel made her way to Quinn’s hotel room. The reception downstairs was in full swing after Will and Emma’s wedding, and Rachel realized she hadn’t spent much time with Quinn today. Rachel pulled out her phone, trying to retrieve the text message Quinn sent her a yesterday with her room number. “214,”Rachel said aloud. She watched as the numbers descended, 219…218…217…until she finally reached Quinn. She took deep breaths to calm herself down, and smoothed out her dress, trying to look as beautiful as possible for the blonde of her dreams. She made a small knock on the door, and heard the rustle of bed sheets, and hard stomps on the floor. “That’s odd,” Rachel thought, “is she really taking a nap right now?” Quinn carried her inebriated self to the door, wearing only a bra and sweatpants. As soon as she swung open the door, she sobered up, as a wide eyed Rachel Berry was waiting on the other side. Quinn’s body felt weak. “Hey, may I come in?” “Rachel…um, now isn’t a good ti…” Quinn was interrupted by a tan, black haired Latina, wearing only a sheet, and wrapped her hands around Quinn’s waist. “Who is it, Quinn?” Santana said, not bothering to take her face out of Quinn’s neck. Quinn froze, unable to process what was happening. “Santana…?” Rachel’s eyes filled with tears. At the sound of Rachel’s voice, Santana immediately looked up at her. “Shit.” Rachel turned on her heel and ran down the hallway towards the elevators. “Rachel, wait!” But Quinn was too late.
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(Source: winterpoem)
