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Title: Psychic (4A/4)
Pairing: Brittany/Santana; Rachel/Quinn
Rating: NC-17
Summary:  Rachel Berry thought she was a bit psychic... but she never expected to find out that her powers didn't prepare her for the events that were about to unfold before her.
Teaser: "Ok, Bristol, It’s not my fault you’re not making an effort to have fun on your date with Berry."
Spoilers: Sectionals

Author's Note: Sequel to Brittany's Toy.

This is the first alternate ending to the story. The other one will be up in two days, so stay tuned for that :)
 

Brittany and Santana sat in the booth across from them. It was slightly awkward. Not that hanging out with the Cheerios was awkward; it was just weird because they usually tried to avoid the rest of the world, so they wouldn’t really go out for movies and dinner afterwards… yet here they were, watching Brittany and Santana flirt with each other and giggle every time their eyes met. Rachel wanted to be included in their conversation so she opened her mouth to say something but Quinn beat her to the punch. “Ok, so why did you guys drag us out here again? As much fun as it is watching you be on your little date or whatever, I could be wasted right now.”

Santana scowled at her friend as she took her hands off of Brittany’s waist. “Ok, Bristol, It’s not my fault you’re not making an effort to have fun on your date with Berry.” Quinn’s face went slack and pale so quickly that Rachel unconsciously reacted by putting a comforting hand on Quinn’s thigh. “Get your man hands away from me, stubbles!” Quinn threw her hand off and stood up so fast it seemed as if the seat was on fire. “Listen, I’m not gay and neither are you two losers. You’re just confused or something. And this isn’t a date, it’s a fucking joke.”

Brittany frowned and Santana did what she did best, she scoffed and threw her hair over her shoulder before going in to Queen Bee mode. “As fun as it is to watch you pickle in your self-loathing homophobia, I just don’t want to be responsible for your fucking liver problems because all you can do on weekends anymore is drink yourself into acceptance so that you can stand yourself for a couple of hours.” Rachel looked from Quinn to Santana and then to Brittany. She didn’t know what she was searching for but she needed to know that this wouldn’t end badly because they were in a restaurant full of gawking adults that were whispering amongst themselves as they stared at their table.

“I like getting drunk because girls just wanna have fun, ok? Not because of your delusional belie—” Santana slammed her hands on the table as she stood up, “Shut up. How can you even listen to yourself say these things and not hate yourself for it? I’ll admit it. Brittany and I might not be walking pride parades but we’re not so far into the closet that we’re in fucking Narnia like you guys!”

Brittany chose this very inappropriate moment to giggle and join the conversation. “Oh Quinnie, we’re not confused. We’re kinda gay for each other. Which is pretty awesome because I like rainbows… and ducks… ohh, and kitties… they’re good too.” Brittany smiled up at everyone but even she didn’t have the power to diffuse this situation completely.

“Whatever, you guys are fucking disgusting.” With that hanging between all of them, Quinn exited the restaurant.

Brittany and Santana looked at Rachel expectantly. She didn’t need to be psychic to know that their unanswered question was a huge, collective, ‘aren’t you going to go after her?’ but Rachel pretended she didn’t notice their eyes on her and kept on nibbling the garlic bread while looking to the wall on her left.

The rest of dinner was painful. Santana just grumbled at any attempts at having a conversation. Brittany smiled uncertainly at her while occasionally stealing glances as the sulky Latina and Rachel stared a hole through her plate.

When they paid their bill and walked towards the car, Rachel nearly ran back inside but her friends were blocking her path, so she had to keep walking. She reached the car and sighed before finally talking to Quinn for the first time that night. “Why are you?” Without looking up, the other girl shrugged and answered her. “She’s my fucking ride home and I forgot my house keys… that fucking bitch probably knew that and she just wanted me to suffer so she went on with her stupid joke of a date.” Quinn laughed bitterly before finishing her train of thought. “Just don’t let them recruit you or whatever. Gays are sneaky.”

Rachel would have laughed at that statement if she wasn’t so afraid of what it implied. She had two gay dads and they never once tried to recruit her to do anything, other than visit their creepy aunt that no one really liked… She frowned and looked over her shoulder before agreeing with Quinn. “You’re right. I won’t… I mean, it was very immature of them to deceive us into going with them on their gay date or however they refer to it when two gay ladies are on a date… but we’re ok, right?” She bit her bottom lip as she felt her whole body get heavier.

“You’re not gay, are you?” Quinn asked softly. Rachel’s mouth answered no before she even realized she was having a conversation with Quinn. The blonde nodded and stood up. For a second their eyes met and Rachel saw the same pool of fear that had settled in the bottom of her stomach in Quinn’s eyes. She wanted to change her answer but Santana and Brittany reached the car and soon they were all headed towards Santana’s house to drink after their disastrous failed date.

The night was uneventfully unnerving. Rachel and Quinn downed their bitter tasting alcohol along with Brittany and Santana. As the night progressed and the Cheerios got handsier, Quinn rolled her eyes at them, made gagging faces at Rachel and they kept drinking as if nothing had happened. It was any other Friday night that ended the same. Santana kept kissing Brittany and things were headed towards sex just as Quinn and Rachel were headed towards the blonde’s bedroom.

Rachel had expected Quinn to stop touching her or even this to continue after the conversation by the car but she seemed unfazed by it. They both weren’t gay and that was ok.  

Even if she wanted to know what it meant, Rachel was relieved that by not knowing it also meant nothing. She was happy to go on with her life and their pattern of not talking about it with Quinn and avoiding Santana’s glares whenever she tried to ask her what was going on and Rachel pretended she didn’t know what she was talking about. Even Brittany had tried to ask her about it once but Rachel distracted her with a conversation about Disney movies and their merit as musical classics.

It was the summer of senior year and everyone was anticipating their university days with dread and hope. Brittany and Santana had ended up getting accepted somewhere in California. Rachel, Kurt and Mercedes would be in New York. Puck, Finn, Mike and Matt would go to a state university a couple of hours from Lima and had already started looking for apartments together. Artie and Tina would go to a different university in the state because they got partial scholarships and Quinn hadn’t told anyone what she would be doing with her life.

Even when Quinn hadn’t wanted to talk about what her plans were with anyone the truth came out at three in the morning on a Friday night in Santana’s bathroom. If she were referencing her wide range of musical knowledge, she would have deemed it ‘ironic’ in the Alanis Morissette fashion of irony.

Funny how things come full circle sometimes. It was devastating and messy, just like the whole thing they’ve been having between them all these months that turned into the rest of their high school days… and Rachel doesn’t know why she was surprised… she’s been expecting it. Dreading it, in fact… but expecting a car crash and being in one is completely different.

It started with Rachel breaking their unspoken rule about acknowledging each other after sex.

She had asked her about college and Quinn was so shocked that she stopped buttoning her shirt and asked her sadly. “Why do you even care, mahands? It’s not like we’re friends or anything. You know that the only reason we hang out is because we have Santana and Brittany in common… and once they leave we won’t even see each other anyway.” There was no sting in her voice, even as she insulted her.

Rachel had been preparing for this since the fifth time Quinn refused to acknowledge whatever they had between them and the 18th time she had refused to kiss her. She felt like Miss Pillsbury for having counted those things. Being so careful about knowing certain details between them but completely overlooking all the cracks that were lining up their friendship. It wasn’t even a real relationship. But that didn’t stop Rachel from pretending that it didn’t hurt. She was so good at faking these days that the words effortlessly left her mouth and formed complete sentences even as she felt herself shutting down.

“Well I’m sure you could room with Mercedes, Kurt and I if you chose to go to New York City. Kurt and Mercedes wouldn’t mind if we added a fourth roommate, seeing as the rent in the city will be exorbitant. Plus, I am sure that your grades will be perfectly acceptable to join us at the many universities that New York has to offer in order to further pursue your educat—”

“Shut up Rachel. I’ve already got plans and they don’t involve you.”

Rachel could feel the effects of the alcohol stop numbing the edges… she was sobering up and so was Quinn. This meant that the magical spell that lasted until morning was going to be broken soon and they would go back to pretending all of this never mattered. That it existed in some dream between them. Rachel’s alcohol soaked brain was starting to realize this and she ran out of the bathroom saying that she needed some water.

Instead of drinking the glass that she placed in front of her chair, Rachel simply stared at it. Trying to make it give her the answers that Quinn refused to. After a couple of minutes she looked up and saw Santana staring at her. There was no scowl or even a sarcastic quit hanging from her lips. She looked tired and concerned. “She’s coming with us… to California.” Rachel’s eyes looked to the microwave and she realized that she had sat in the kitchen, alone, for over 2 hours. That was more shocking than what Santana had told her.

The Latina sighed, threw her arms up dramatically and drank her water. “I’m sorry.” She offered and Rachel shrugged her shoulders. “Its fine, I wasn’t that thirsty.” Santana shook her head. “Don’t play stupid, Berry. Or… after seeing you two fuck each other over and not do anything about it, I doubt you’re being that good of an actress. But I’m sorry about you and Quinn.”

“What’s there to be sorry about? We’re nothing. And all of this is nothing. And soon she’ll go to sunny California with you guys and I’ll be in New York and everyone will be happy and all of this will be nothing. It’s just a stupid high school experiment or something. Because from my extensive knowledge of homosexual behavior from watching my two gay dads I know that I’m not gay and Quinn isn’t. So there’s nothing to be sorry for because there’s nothing going on. There’s no me and Quinn.”

Santana shook her head and placed a hand on her shoulder as she was leaving the room to go back to bed with Brittany. “I can’t believe that you guys think Brittany is the stupid one from our group.” Rachel was confused by that, she was going to ask Santana what she had meant but the other girl was gone.

Summer days melted into fall and the glee kids threw a massive party at Puck’s house. It was their final goodbye before the world changed for them. Brittany and Santana laughed happily while they told everyone that they planned on renting an apartment together and Quinn scoffed and said that she was regretting agreeing to be their roommate because they would just have loud sex all the time. Rachel laughed at the three ex-Cheerios and talked excitedly about how Kurt and Mercedes were going to be her roommates and that the big city should beware of their talents because they would all succeed in their respective endeavors.

After the party ended and everyone was drifting home, Rachel hugged Quinn and whispered goodbye; extending an open invitation for the blonde to visit her in New York. Even when they both knew that it would never happen she felt that she still had to say something before they parted.

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