Just a collection of one shots with my favorite glee ships. Feel free to request any ship you'd like me to write about and I will do so, unless it's like a really disgusting one, like, Karofsky and Blaine.
Also, I do not own any of these characters...
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Prompt: A drunk Rachel sees Finn and Puck, the new couple fresh from the closet, making out at a party, and in a desperate attempt to make her ex somewhat jealous, Rachel demands that Quinn makes out with her, thinking that the blonde is drunk. Also, Anderberry siblings, cause why not?
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Rachel glared over at the couple who were making out passionately against a wall and took another sip of her drink. She didn't usually drink but her best friend, Kurt Hummel, had pressed the red plastic cup into her hand, and due to a recent turn of events, Rachel's mindset towards drinking had changed and she had gladly taken the cup.
A few weeks ago, Rachel's ex-boyfriend, Finn Hudson, had come out of the closet and announced that he and his best friend, Noah Puckerman, were now dating.
Rachel was obviously devastated about the news, (what was so great about Noah Puckerman anyway?) but her brother, Blaine has decided to throw a party tonight since their dads were out of town and Cooper was busy with god knows what, and of course Blaine has invited hundreds of guests, including the glee club, which unfortunately meant that Finn and Puck were there too.
"Jealous?" Rachel whirled around to find Quinn Fabray watching her, an amused look on her face, her hazel-green eyes sparkling with interest.
"No, just worried I might be sick if I have to watch them suck faces for another second." Rachel shot back, crossing her arms, her usual haughty look finding its way onto her face.
"You are so jealous," Quinn informed the brunette, and Rachel rolled her eyes before an idea started to bounce around in her drunken mind.
"Jealous..." Rachel began muttering under her breath and Quinn gave her a weird look.
"You okay, Berry? Cause if you are gonna be sick, aim for the flowerpot, I like this outfit and it's new." Quinn informed her, smoothing her hands down her tight gray top and black skirt.
"Kiss me." Rachel's demand took Quinn by complete surprise, her usual calm exterior vanishing, replaced by a blushing and confused eighteen-year-old girl.
"What?" Quinn finally said, her throat unusually dry.
"Oh, calm down, Fabray, it won't mean anything. I wanna try and make Finn jealous, come on, please?" Rachel pleaded, and when Quinn still looked skeptic, the brunette took a different tactic. "We're both drunk anyways, so we know it won't mean anything."
Quinn's mouth opened to say something, but then changed her mind and quickly nodded.
"Okay, if you're sure it won't mean anything..." Quinn's voice trailed off, and Rachel waved her worries away with a flick of her hand.
"It won't mean anything at all." If Rachel noticed Quinn flinch at her words, she didn't say anything.
Before Quinn could say anything else, Rachel smashed her lips onto the blonde's. The abruptness of the kiss took Quinn completely by surprise, and she stumbled backwards into the guest bedroom door.
