Fic: Romantic Ulterior Motives - R/Q (NC-17)
Title: Romantic Ulterior Motives
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel
Summary: Post 1x07 Throwdown. Quinn and Rachel had an argument at school over Finn, but it’s not until later in the day, after they’ve sung Keep Holding On that Quinn reflects over the argument and confronts Rachel.
Author’s Note: I’ve changed the confrontation a little to suit my needs.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Glee doesn’t belong to me, but God I wish it did.
It is unbeta'd, but I wanted to post it before tomorrow as I have to work.
1/2
Rachel didn’t need a confrontation right now; in fact, she desperately needed to be anywhere else but here arguing with Quinn Fabray.
“I don’t want to have a confrontation.” Rachel said raising her hands as if to ward Quinn off before stepping around her.
As she started to walk away she felt a tugging on her arm and before she knew it, Quinn had turned her around and pushed her back into the row of lockers. No one took any notice as they walked by trying to get to their next class. “Don’t play stupid with me Stubbles.”
Rachel wanted to laugh. Did Quinn really think these nicknames offended her? Man Hands, Treasure Trail, Stubbles. Rachel was just happy Quinn was noticing her.
“I’m having Finn’s baby. And you need to back off.” Quinn said very clearly and staring Rachel in the eye. She hoped the message was getting across to the other girl, she was sick of being compared to Little Miss Show Choir. “I’m asking you as nicely as I possibly can. Leave. Him. Alone.”
Rachel looked at Quinn carefully. She decided to deliver a few home truths, she just hoped Quinn was smart enough to figure the rest out on her own. “You’re right. I’ve helped you, not because it’s the right thing to do, but because I have romantic ulterior motives.” She waited a beat and then continued. “And who ever said it was Finn I was after?” Rachel straightened her shoulders and pulled herself up to her full height. Although Quinn was almost pressed up against her and the lockers, Rachel made to take a step forward causing Quinn to step back. “You know he talks about you a lot.” Rachel said her arms crossed as she took another advancing step towards Quinn causing the girl to take another step back.
“He tells me things. Like how you make him pray if he even tries to touch you somewhere inappropriate.” Another step.
Quinn had no idea when she lost the power in this relationship. And watching how determined Rachel Berry was didn’t fill her with anger at the words coming from Rachel’s mouth. Quinn wasn’t quite sure what she was feeling towards the midget.
“He even told me about that skimpy red, white and black bikini you wore in your parent’s hot tub that time you got pregnant.” Rachel said with a raised eyebrow. Rachel took two more advancing steps forward forcing Quinn into the lockers on the other side of the hallway. Rachel stepped up nice and close, her hands on either side of Quinn, trapping her. She leaned forward as if to kiss her, but at the last second, she averted her mouth to Quinn’s ear. “I hope it’s the same one you wore for the car wash, just minus the skirt.” With that she took a step back and took a step to the left to leave. She stopped suddenly and turned back to Quinn.
“And just so we’re clear, I know whose baby that is. But don’t worry, I won’t tell. Yet.” And with that she was off down the hallway and up the stairs.
Quinn let herself fall against the lockers. Her face was hot and her heart was beating hard and fast in her chest. She had butterflies in her stomach, but it was too early to be the baby. Her palms were sweaty and there was a slight dampness between her legs. “Damn hormones.” She muttered before stalking away, pissed off that ‘It’ had gotten to her.
~~~
Rachel was on the couch watching I Love Lucy re-runs with her Dad. They watched as Lucy and Ethel tried to wrap the chocolates on the assembly line. Her dad roared with laughter. Rachel grinned at her father’s antics. She didn’t care for the show all that much. But she loved watching it with her Dad’s and her day had been a long one, the week even longer.
Rachel wasn’t sure if she’d done the right thing in getting in that argument with Quinn earlier. She holds hope that she redeemed herself a bit when they sang Keep Holdin’ On to her, but she’s not sure. She giggles when she sees Lucy eating some of the chocolates so they don’t miss them on the assembly line. Her Dad wiped a tear from his eye as he continued laughing.
The doorbell rang but Rachel and her Dad didn’t move to answer it. Rachel’s other dad was in the kitchen working on dinner. Homemade lasagne. One of Rachel’s favourites. Rachel saw her Daddy walk past the living room wiping his hands on a dish towel. She reached for the remote control to turn the television down a little.
“Hi, what can I do for you?” Rachel heard her Daddy ask.
“Is this Rachel Berry’s house?” A soft feminine voice asked with a little uncertainty. Rachel quickly hit the mute button on the remote. Her Dad looked over at her with a curious expression. She put her finger over her lips to keep him quiet. Her Dad rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the screen.
“Most definitely. Would you like me to get her for you? You’re welcome to come inside.” Her Daddy offered in a friendly tone. He opened the door wider and gestured for the visitor to enter. “She’s just in the living room with her other father.”
“Thanks.” The voice replied sincerely. Rachel heard their footsteps coming down the hall and only had enough time to shoot her Dad on the couch a warning glare. Her Dad raised his hands in a defensive position as if to placate her.
“Rachel, honey? A friend of yours has stopped by.” Her Daddy said coming around the entrance way to the living room. A shy Quinn Fabray following behind. Rachel didn’t say anything in way of a greeting. She wasn’t sure what type of gesture this was.
“Hi.” Quinn greeted with a small wave. It was quite pathetic really. Quinn couldn’t even believe she was here, but she couldn’t get Rachel out of her head all afternoon. She couldn’t even fake any sign of confidence in being in Rachel Berry’s house. Quinn didn’t even really know why she was here.
“Hi.” Rachel replied. She still wasn’t sure what this was all about and now both her Dad’s were quite curious as to whom this girl was and why she had come to visit Rachel. Rachel thought they might be most intrigued by the fact that Quinn was wearing her Cheerios uniform as well.
Her Daddy took a few steps toward the kitchen but instead of leaving the room, he leant up against the entranceway wall, waiting to see what this was all about.
“Um, I was wondering if we could, maybe, talk?” Quinn asked ringing her hands. She could feel the heavy stares of Rachel and her two Dads. How did she think this was ever going to be easy. Nothing with Rachel Berry ever was.
Rachel didn’t reply, she just sat back on the couch and waited for Quinn to start talking. On the television screen, Lucy was stuffing chocolates down her dress and into her hat.
Quinn took a step forward, toward Rachel. “I, uh, wanted, well, this afternoon, the incident, um, against the lockers?” Quinn started, muddling her way through. She saw Rachel’s Dad sitting next to her shoot a look at Rachel’s other father who was behind Quinn. “Well, um, I needed to know - ”
Rachel stood up and took a step toward Quinn interrupting her, “Quinn, I’m just going to say this as plainly and clearly as possible.” She took a breath and spied her Daddy behind Quinn grinning at her. Damn her parents. And damn her for mentioning Quinn’s name. “I’m not trying to steal your boyfriend.” Before Rachel could continue, her Dad on the couch burst into laughter. Rachel whipped around and slapped him on the arm.
“Sorry, just, I love this show.” Her Dad quickly said pointing to the television screen, but it was on an ad break. Rachel shot him her very own special death glare before calming her features and turning back to Quinn. She spotted her Daddy hiding his giggles behind the tea towel.
“And about the baby, I told you, I won’t tell anyone, even though I am completely against the choice you’re making.” Rachel crossed her arms waiting for Quinn to reply.
Quinn shot a look behind her catching Rachel’s Dad carefully wiping something off his shirt. She turned back to meet Rachel’s impatient stance. That was when Quinn grew some confidence. She knew why she was here now and if her Dads’ reaction to not only her appearance and the boyfriend comment was any indication, then Quinn knew she’d figured out Rachel Berry. Quinn stood tall, her shoulders back, full of confidence. “Actually, I wanted to find out if you still wanted to see me in that bikini, you know, minus the skirt?” Quinn shot Rachel a smirk.
Quinn: 1, Rachel: 0.
Suddenly Rachel’s Dad shot up from the couch and made his way out of the living room, his hand firmly placed in front of his mouth, his face red from trying not to laugh so hard. He quickly walked past them and out the front door. They could still hear his peals of laughter from inside. Rachel rolled her eyes. ‘Great way to keep your daughter’s secret Dad,’ she thought to herself.
Rachel returned her gaze back to Quinn and folded her arms across her chest. She wasn’t quite sure what Quinn was playing at, or whether there was any shred of truth to her question. ‘Fine, if she’s going to be like that, I’ll just have to test her.’ She thought calculatingly. Rachel braced most of her weight on her right foot letting her hip stick out slightly. “You’re wearing it then? Because Daddy turned the hot tub on a few hours ago. I’m sure I can fit in a quick dip before Daddy’s finished with dinner.” Rachel replied, “Right Daddy?” She asked tilting her head to look at her Daddy who grinned and gave a nod before returning to the kitchen, leaving the two girls alone.
Quinn smirked before pulling the zip on the side of her Cheerios top up. She then proceeded to take the top off revealing the bikini top beneath. “Looks like I’m a step ahead of you. Better catch up. I’ll wait here.” Quinn said before walking in close proximity past Rachel that her skirt swished against Rachel’s thigh.
Rachel was breathless. Quinn Fabray? Seriously? She turned her head to look behind her where Quinn sat in her bikini top and skirt, turning the volume up on the remote control.
~~~
TBC....
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel
Summary: Post 1x07 Throwdown. Quinn and Rachel had an argument at school over Finn, but it’s not until later in the day, after they’ve sung Keep Holding On that Quinn reflects over the argument and confronts Rachel.
Author’s Note: I’ve changed the confrontation a little to suit my needs.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Glee doesn’t belong to me, but God I wish it did.
It is unbeta'd, but I wanted to post it before tomorrow as I have to work.
1/2
Rachel didn’t need a confrontation right now; in fact, she desperately needed to be anywhere else but here arguing with Quinn Fabray.
“I don’t want to have a confrontation.” Rachel said raising her hands as if to ward Quinn off before stepping around her.
As she started to walk away she felt a tugging on her arm and before she knew it, Quinn had turned her around and pushed her back into the row of lockers. No one took any notice as they walked by trying to get to their next class. “Don’t play stupid with me Stubbles.”
Rachel wanted to laugh. Did Quinn really think these nicknames offended her? Man Hands, Treasure Trail, Stubbles. Rachel was just happy Quinn was noticing her.
“I’m having Finn’s baby. And you need to back off.” Quinn said very clearly and staring Rachel in the eye. She hoped the message was getting across to the other girl, she was sick of being compared to Little Miss Show Choir. “I’m asking you as nicely as I possibly can. Leave. Him. Alone.”
Rachel looked at Quinn carefully. She decided to deliver a few home truths, she just hoped Quinn was smart enough to figure the rest out on her own. “You’re right. I’ve helped you, not because it’s the right thing to do, but because I have romantic ulterior motives.” She waited a beat and then continued. “And who ever said it was Finn I was after?” Rachel straightened her shoulders and pulled herself up to her full height. Although Quinn was almost pressed up against her and the lockers, Rachel made to take a step forward causing Quinn to step back. “You know he talks about you a lot.” Rachel said her arms crossed as she took another advancing step towards Quinn causing the girl to take another step back.
“He tells me things. Like how you make him pray if he even tries to touch you somewhere inappropriate.” Another step.
Quinn had no idea when she lost the power in this relationship. And watching how determined Rachel Berry was didn’t fill her with anger at the words coming from Rachel’s mouth. Quinn wasn’t quite sure what she was feeling towards the midget.
“He even told me about that skimpy red, white and black bikini you wore in your parent’s hot tub that time you got pregnant.” Rachel said with a raised eyebrow. Rachel took two more advancing steps forward forcing Quinn into the lockers on the other side of the hallway. Rachel stepped up nice and close, her hands on either side of Quinn, trapping her. She leaned forward as if to kiss her, but at the last second, she averted her mouth to Quinn’s ear. “I hope it’s the same one you wore for the car wash, just minus the skirt.” With that she took a step back and took a step to the left to leave. She stopped suddenly and turned back to Quinn.
“And just so we’re clear, I know whose baby that is. But don’t worry, I won’t tell. Yet.” And with that she was off down the hallway and up the stairs.
Quinn let herself fall against the lockers. Her face was hot and her heart was beating hard and fast in her chest. She had butterflies in her stomach, but it was too early to be the baby. Her palms were sweaty and there was a slight dampness between her legs. “Damn hormones.” She muttered before stalking away, pissed off that ‘It’ had gotten to her.
~~~
Rachel was on the couch watching I Love Lucy re-runs with her Dad. They watched as Lucy and Ethel tried to wrap the chocolates on the assembly line. Her dad roared with laughter. Rachel grinned at her father’s antics. She didn’t care for the show all that much. But she loved watching it with her Dad’s and her day had been a long one, the week even longer.
Rachel wasn’t sure if she’d done the right thing in getting in that argument with Quinn earlier. She holds hope that she redeemed herself a bit when they sang Keep Holdin’ On to her, but she’s not sure. She giggles when she sees Lucy eating some of the chocolates so they don’t miss them on the assembly line. Her Dad wiped a tear from his eye as he continued laughing.
The doorbell rang but Rachel and her Dad didn’t move to answer it. Rachel’s other dad was in the kitchen working on dinner. Homemade lasagne. One of Rachel’s favourites. Rachel saw her Daddy walk past the living room wiping his hands on a dish towel. She reached for the remote control to turn the television down a little.
“Hi, what can I do for you?” Rachel heard her Daddy ask.
“Is this Rachel Berry’s house?” A soft feminine voice asked with a little uncertainty. Rachel quickly hit the mute button on the remote. Her Dad looked over at her with a curious expression. She put her finger over her lips to keep him quiet. Her Dad rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the screen.
“Most definitely. Would you like me to get her for you? You’re welcome to come inside.” Her Daddy offered in a friendly tone. He opened the door wider and gestured for the visitor to enter. “She’s just in the living room with her other father.”
“Thanks.” The voice replied sincerely. Rachel heard their footsteps coming down the hall and only had enough time to shoot her Dad on the couch a warning glare. Her Dad raised his hands in a defensive position as if to placate her.
“Rachel, honey? A friend of yours has stopped by.” Her Daddy said coming around the entrance way to the living room. A shy Quinn Fabray following behind. Rachel didn’t say anything in way of a greeting. She wasn’t sure what type of gesture this was.
“Hi.” Quinn greeted with a small wave. It was quite pathetic really. Quinn couldn’t even believe she was here, but she couldn’t get Rachel out of her head all afternoon. She couldn’t even fake any sign of confidence in being in Rachel Berry’s house. Quinn didn’t even really know why she was here.
“Hi.” Rachel replied. She still wasn’t sure what this was all about and now both her Dad’s were quite curious as to whom this girl was and why she had come to visit Rachel. Rachel thought they might be most intrigued by the fact that Quinn was wearing her Cheerios uniform as well.
Her Daddy took a few steps toward the kitchen but instead of leaving the room, he leant up against the entranceway wall, waiting to see what this was all about.
“Um, I was wondering if we could, maybe, talk?” Quinn asked ringing her hands. She could feel the heavy stares of Rachel and her two Dads. How did she think this was ever going to be easy. Nothing with Rachel Berry ever was.
Rachel didn’t reply, she just sat back on the couch and waited for Quinn to start talking. On the television screen, Lucy was stuffing chocolates down her dress and into her hat.
Quinn took a step forward, toward Rachel. “I, uh, wanted, well, this afternoon, the incident, um, against the lockers?” Quinn started, muddling her way through. She saw Rachel’s Dad sitting next to her shoot a look at Rachel’s other father who was behind Quinn. “Well, um, I needed to know - ”
Rachel stood up and took a step toward Quinn interrupting her, “Quinn, I’m just going to say this as plainly and clearly as possible.” She took a breath and spied her Daddy behind Quinn grinning at her. Damn her parents. And damn her for mentioning Quinn’s name. “I’m not trying to steal your boyfriend.” Before Rachel could continue, her Dad on the couch burst into laughter. Rachel whipped around and slapped him on the arm.
“Sorry, just, I love this show.” Her Dad quickly said pointing to the television screen, but it was on an ad break. Rachel shot him her very own special death glare before calming her features and turning back to Quinn. She spotted her Daddy hiding his giggles behind the tea towel.
“And about the baby, I told you, I won’t tell anyone, even though I am completely against the choice you’re making.” Rachel crossed her arms waiting for Quinn to reply.
Quinn shot a look behind her catching Rachel’s Dad carefully wiping something off his shirt. She turned back to meet Rachel’s impatient stance. That was when Quinn grew some confidence. She knew why she was here now and if her Dads’ reaction to not only her appearance and the boyfriend comment was any indication, then Quinn knew she’d figured out Rachel Berry. Quinn stood tall, her shoulders back, full of confidence. “Actually, I wanted to find out if you still wanted to see me in that bikini, you know, minus the skirt?” Quinn shot Rachel a smirk.
Quinn: 1, Rachel: 0.
Suddenly Rachel’s Dad shot up from the couch and made his way out of the living room, his hand firmly placed in front of his mouth, his face red from trying not to laugh so hard. He quickly walked past them and out the front door. They could still hear his peals of laughter from inside. Rachel rolled her eyes. ‘Great way to keep your daughter’s secret Dad,’ she thought to herself.
Rachel returned her gaze back to Quinn and folded her arms across her chest. She wasn’t quite sure what Quinn was playing at, or whether there was any shred of truth to her question. ‘Fine, if she’s going to be like that, I’ll just have to test her.’ She thought calculatingly. Rachel braced most of her weight on her right foot letting her hip stick out slightly. “You’re wearing it then? Because Daddy turned the hot tub on a few hours ago. I’m sure I can fit in a quick dip before Daddy’s finished with dinner.” Rachel replied, “Right Daddy?” She asked tilting her head to look at her Daddy who grinned and gave a nod before returning to the kitchen, leaving the two girls alone.
Quinn smirked before pulling the zip on the side of her Cheerios top up. She then proceeded to take the top off revealing the bikini top beneath. “Looks like I’m a step ahead of you. Better catch up. I’ll wait here.” Quinn said before walking in close proximity past Rachel that her skirt swished against Rachel’s thigh.
Rachel was breathless. Quinn Fabray? Seriously? She turned her head to look behind her where Quinn sat in her bikini top and skirt, turning the volume up on the remote control.
~~~
TBC....