Past Mistake

*Chapter 6*: Underneath

"Hello," Rachel said as she shyly approached Quinn.

Quinn smiled at her. "Hey."

Rachel was still feeling incredibly embarrassed about what happened over the weekend and was still worried that she made a fool of herself in front of Quinn. She didn't really know why she cared so much, but she did. Kurt had always mocked her about her drunken behavior and she was still afraid there was something she wasn't remembering even though Quinn had assured her that she had done nothing embarrassing.

"Do you mind if I sit?" Rachel asked, walking a few steps forward, but stop just short of the other girl.

"Do you really have to ask?" Quinn asked.

Rachel shrugged. "You might want to be alone."

Quinn laughed, shaking her head. "Even if I did want to be alone, would that really stop you?"

"True," Rachel said, smiling as she sat down.

"I see you survived your hangover," Quinn commented, looking out at the football field, but Rachel could see the smile on her face.

"Barely," Rachel joked. "It was really touch and go for a bit."

Quinn laughed. "You're okay now, though?"

Rachel nodded and then sighed. "I'm really sorry about Saturday night; I really shouldn't have drunk that much. I know I can be a handful when I'm like that and I shouldn't have done that to you."

"Don't be," Quinn said, shrugging her shoulder, and looking at Rachel. "My goal was for you to have fun and you clearly did."

"Maybe a bit too much," Rachel said, smiling to herself

"I do have one question," Quinn said, biting her bottom lip, obviously trying to stop herself from grinning. "There's nothing more terrifying than that look on your face right now," Rachel commented.

"What look?" Quinn innocently asked.

"You know the look," Rachel said, elbowing her lightly.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Quinn replied.

Rachel glared at her. "What's your question?"

Quinn grinned. "Just how many times have you seen Rent?"

"Oh god." Rachel buried her face in her hands before mumbling, "Why do you asked."

"Just wondering," Quinn said, shrugging. "You seemed to know every dance move when you were singing."

Rachel closed her eyes and could feel her entire face turning red. "As you can tell, I've seen it a lot. I saw the Broadway show when my fathers took me to New York and I've watched the movie numerous times. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go die of embarrassment." Rachel tried to stand up to leave, but Quinn laughed as she grabbed her arm and pulled her down so she was sitting again.

"I can't believe I did that in front of you."

"It's fine," Quinn said, grinning. "I told you that you were entertaining."

"Well I hope to never be that entertaining ever again," Rachel said, knowing she was still blushing. "Remind me to never drink again so I don't make a fool out of myself like that ever ever again."

"I make no promises," Quinn replied. "Believe me, though, it could have been worse."

Rachel scoffed. "How?"

"Oh, I don't know," Quinn replied, giving Rachel a look. "You could have gotten drunk, had sex, and ended up pregnant."

Rachel frowned. "Sorry."