𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗣 [𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝗷𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀]

𝟬𝟮.

Trigger Warning

Quinn and Mercedes were lying on the couch at Quinn's house.

Quinn crossed her legs with Mercedes and sighed.

"I'm so bored," she complained.

"Me too," Mercedes agreed.

Suddenly Quinn jumped up and ran to the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" Mercedes asked, smiling.

Quinn came out holding two glasses of amber liquid.

Mercedes's eyes widened and Quinn laughed, handing one to her.

Her eyes were sparkling with mischief.

Mercedes drank one and then another.

Quinn drank too.

By the end of the evening, the girls were feeling hyper.

Mercedes pushed Quinn up  to sitting and kissed her.

Quinn pulled back.

"What's wrong?" Mercedes slurred.

"I'm gonna pass out," the blonde girl declared.

"Me too," Mercedes agreed.

All energy gone, Mercedes stumbled over to the couch and fell onto it.

Quinn flopped down beside her.

She felt so tired and her head hurt.

"I see a cat," she mumbled, lazily stroking Mercedes's hair.

"What?" Mercedes turned to look at her.

She immediately wished she hadn't.

Her head started spinning and she felt a wave of vertigo unbalance her.

"Quinn, we don't have a cat," Mercedes slurred.

Or did they? She couldn't remember much and her head was throbbing.

Her head felt fuzzy and she blacked out.