Two Girls, One Car.

The Story:

When Quinn finally shoulders her sports bag and locks the locker room door behind her, she's surprised to see the orange glow of sunset stretching across the football field and sending lengthy shadows between the stands. Being captain of the Cheerios has its perks, but having to stay late on Fridays to lock the changing room because Coach Sue has delivery-prep classes right after practice is not one of them. Usually Santana and Brittany stay until the end as well, talking her ear off and keeping her mind occupied while the rest of the Cheerios slowly filter out of the changing room. But today the two left early to be picked up by Santana's mom and dropped at their family's lakehouse for the weekend. Quinn chuckles to herself when she remembers how Brittany had started telling her excitedly about everything they would do that weekend - in general in the lakehouse and the lake, and specifically to each other - the latter in excruciating detail. Santana had cut her off quickly enough, but not before Quinn managed to get a very intense picture of what exactly the two of them had planned. "Two Girls, One Cat" all over again. Not that she watched that of course. Because... well, yeah.

She pulls the zipper on her bag fully closed, stuffing her Cheerios uniform down to the bottom. She's in slacks and a T-shirt. While Brittany and Santana will probably be having sex on the carpet in front of the fireplace half the night, Quinn's night will be much more tame; empty house, a movie on the couch, and a well-deserved facemask. Definitely not as much fun as she's sure her two friends will have, but still, she's looking forward to it.

She's rounding the corner to the parking lot when she hears a light giggle and hushed female voices drifting from somewhere on the lot. She freezes, cocking her head to the side to listen and identify who it is. Brittany and Santana, the last ones (besides herself) still at school, left the locker rooms at least 20 minutes ago to catch their ride. It's a Friday night on school grounds. Who in the world would be lingering on the parking lot at this time?

She quietly pads past the few remaining parked cars, dampening her footsteps in order to not be heard. She kind of appreciated the solitude of the last few minutes, and running into some Cheerios or students she knows isn't really what she wants right now. Honestly, she doesn't want to be here anymore. The living room couch and DVD player are waiting for her.

There's another giggle, louder this time, and Quinn freezes again. She strains her ears, and is surprised to realize she does know the girls whispering to each other.

"Did you bring the flask?" Santana says in a hushed voice.

"Of course," Brittany answers. "Did you bring the fondue?"

"You brought the fondue," Santana reminds her with a giggle. There's a pause, and a muffled laugh. "BritBrit," Santana says in a light, chastising voice, chuckling softly again.

"What?" Brittany asks in an overly innocent voice, and Quinn frowns curiously. There's a creak of a car hood accompanied by Santana letting out a subdued, satisfied sigh.

"Britt... Hey, really... Stop that," Santana says in her strange, teasing tone. "We'll be at the lakehouse soon enough."

Quinn's frown smoothes as her eyes go wide with realization, and a blush creeps into her cheeks when she identifies the muffled sounds of laughter and lips against skin. Brittany's lips against Santana's skin.

Yeah, she really doesn't want to be here.

Blocking out the sound of Santana lightly protesting (without any conviction whatsoever, Quinn realizes with a laugh) against Brittany's advances, Quinn crouches down and edges her way to her car. It's only when she realizes the sounds (especially Santana's subdued moans of "Oh, Britt") are only getting louder that she stops in her tracks and dares a peek over the hood of the car she's crouched next to.