🤥 for TRUTH OR DARE. (but it's just the three of them drunk in the loft lmao)
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she’s floating, she thinks, swaying back and forth as she stares at quinn and santana from across the way. ( she’s thankful that they’ve come to help her through what’s sure to be only the beginning of tough show business decisions. ) santana’s the one that bought the wine, each of them nursing their respective glasses as the night winds down.
rachel’s content to stay that way, too, until santana looks at her with a challenge. truth or dare, berry. it’s.. childish, she thinks, when they’re fully grown adults ( and only three of them ), but still. she’s had enough wine to throw away some of her inhibitions. so, tilting her head, she looks to santana, courage puffing in her chest. ❛ dare, ❜ she offers, attempting to show santana how new york has emboldened her.
there’s a stretch of silence, and only when santana’s smirk gets particularly devilish does rachel begin to worry. all right -- kiss q. eyes are wide at the notion, and rachel looks to quinn with a hint of worry in her eyes. ❛ why would i kiss your girlfriend? ❜ she offers, a little bit more than confused at the weird notion of whatever santana’s trying to instigate.
quinn, however, doesn’t seem to be on the same page. in fact, she’s leaning in, closing the distance between her and rachel. a finger drops to rachel’s chin, quinn pulling her attention, and her eyes are a little wide ( and her cheeks very flushed ) at their close proximity.
it’ll be fine, quinn encourages. something about her tone puts some of rachel’s worries at ease, and the nod from santana has rachel relaxing into the touch. ❛ if you’re both sure, ❜ she asks, eyes fluttering closed as her lips touch quinn’s for the first time.
