"Let You Put Your Hands On Me" (1/2)
“Ugh, I hate that sound” Quinn thought to herself as she climbed out of her car, her back cracking a few more times than usual. Coach Sylvester had been on a mean streak the last few weeks, or at least meaner than usual, running double practices every day after school, and even had the Cheerio’s practicing on the weekends.
She had been in a particularly bad mood on this chilly October Saturday, starting practice at 6am, keeping them there nearly 8 hours! As much as Quinn loved being back on the top of the pyramid so to speak, being captain of the Cheerio’s meant that she was first to arrive at practice, and last to leave. And she was fairly certain that Santana had dropped her on purpose during the final pyramid of the day!
She had never been to the Berry’s house before, and she was admittedly a bit scared when Rachel had invited her over after practice to work on their Glee assignment for the week. But, ever since she had fallen to the bottom of the high school food chain last year, she had promised herself that she was going to start being more open towards people “below her”. She climbed the steps and rang the doorbell, slowly rolling her neck around until she heard the gruesome, yet eerily satisfying cracking as her vertebrae snapped back into place.
“Oh, h-hi Quinn! I was starting to think that you had forgotten about our plans to prepare our assignment for Glee this week, considering that our plans were to meet several hours ago...although judging by your physical stance and the state of your demeanour I imagine that Coach Sylvester may have been a tad more evil in keeping the Cheerio’s at practice so late, and perhaps my complaints about your tardiness are counter-productive as I am only further delaying our assignment by keeping you out on the porch, so please...” Rachel rambled as she threw open the door and signalled Quinn to come inside with a swooping gesture of her arm.
“Whatever, Berry,” the Cheerio mumbled as she shuffled inside, thankful she had changed into her jeans instead of her Cheerio’s skirt. She hadn’t planned on being kept outside while Rachel rambled on, although by this point she had pretty much gotten used to it. As much as she tried to keep up her ‘head bitch’ persona, the singer had started to grow on her.
She plopped herself down on the couch as Rachel wandered into the kitchen, mumbling something about beverages and the importance of hydration after strenuous physical activity. A rather painful crack as she reached forward to grab the glass of water Rachel had just put down on the table caught both girls by surprise.
“Quinn, are you . . . ok? Not to be rude or anything as you are a guest in my home, and I would really rather not offend you as you have been making a noticeable effort lately to cease and desist the name calling, which I really do appreci...”
“Get to the point, Berry?”
“Sorry, what I meant to say was that that was . . . kind of gross!”
Quinn chuckled a bit.
“Kind of gross? You nearly give me hypothermia by keeping me outside while you rambled aimlessly, and now the best you can do is gross?”
“Well, it was!” Rachel replied, a flush rising to her cheeks at her embarrassment. “Besides, that sort of ailment certainly cannot be healthy, even for an elite athlete like you. Have you ever considered chiropractic care or massage therapy?”
“To be honest, I strongly considered the second one while I was lying on my ass after Santana dropped me off the top of the pyramid today. Bitch, she’s just jealous because Coach picked me to be Captain of the Cheerio’s again this year...or mad because I told Coach about her boob job over the summer, but seriously she would have noticed sooner or later, I mean, come on, they are HUGE! There is now way a girl her size has boobs that big, and they just happened to show up over the summer? Come on, get real!”
Rachel sat in stunned silence as the blush slowly creeped up onto Quinn’s face. She had clearly been hanging around with Rachel for too long, and rambling must be contagious.
“Well, it seems that someone has thought an awful lot about this,” Rachel added with a smug grin on her face. If Quinn hadn’t been blushing before, she certainly was now! “Disregarding your short lapse into temporary insanity, what I was alluding to was that maybe, I could help...” the brunette trailed off into an incoherent mumble.
“Seriously? What do you know about massages?”
“Well, as a rehabilitation therapist at Ohio General, my dad is trained in many elements of physical and reparative therapy, massage being one of his specialties. He’s taught me a thing or two so that I can work on him after Daddy beats him at tennis, or golf, or any number of physical activities that Daddy always beats him at. But, Dad’s athletic prowess or lack thereof aside, my massage skills are quite proficient if I do say so myself, and I would be more than happy to assist you!”
“You know, normally I would be totally creeped out by your weird rants and make some mean comment about your hands being manly, but I am in so much pain right now that I am going to take you up on your offer!” Quinn stated matter of factly as she lay herself face down on the couch. She laid her legs out behind herself as Rachel moved towards her.
Damn, her ass looks amazing in these jeans! Rachel thought to herself as she knelt over Quinn’s lower thighs to begin her massage. The rapid increase in her heart rate and the tight feeling in her lower abdomen immediately alerted Rachel that this may not have been such a good idea after all. She was shaken from her thoughts however, when Quinn sat up and turned her head back towards Rachel.
“Would you mind, maybe, keeping this between us? Not that I’m not grateful, I am, but you know how school is...”
“Oh, you needn’t worry Quinn!” Rachel smiled back as Quinn lay back down. There is no way in hell I’m telling anyone about this!
Part 2a
She had been in a particularly bad mood on this chilly October Saturday, starting practice at 6am, keeping them there nearly 8 hours! As much as Quinn loved being back on the top of the pyramid so to speak, being captain of the Cheerio’s meant that she was first to arrive at practice, and last to leave. And she was fairly certain that Santana had dropped her on purpose during the final pyramid of the day!
She had never been to the Berry’s house before, and she was admittedly a bit scared when Rachel had invited her over after practice to work on their Glee assignment for the week. But, ever since she had fallen to the bottom of the high school food chain last year, she had promised herself that she was going to start being more open towards people “below her”. She climbed the steps and rang the doorbell, slowly rolling her neck around until she heard the gruesome, yet eerily satisfying cracking as her vertebrae snapped back into place.
“Oh, h-hi Quinn! I was starting to think that you had forgotten about our plans to prepare our assignment for Glee this week, considering that our plans were to meet several hours ago...although judging by your physical stance and the state of your demeanour I imagine that Coach Sylvester may have been a tad more evil in keeping the Cheerio’s at practice so late, and perhaps my complaints about your tardiness are counter-productive as I am only further delaying our assignment by keeping you out on the porch, so please...” Rachel rambled as she threw open the door and signalled Quinn to come inside with a swooping gesture of her arm.
“Whatever, Berry,” the Cheerio mumbled as she shuffled inside, thankful she had changed into her jeans instead of her Cheerio’s skirt. She hadn’t planned on being kept outside while Rachel rambled on, although by this point she had pretty much gotten used to it. As much as she tried to keep up her ‘head bitch’ persona, the singer had started to grow on her.
She plopped herself down on the couch as Rachel wandered into the kitchen, mumbling something about beverages and the importance of hydration after strenuous physical activity. A rather painful crack as she reached forward to grab the glass of water Rachel had just put down on the table caught both girls by surprise.
“Quinn, are you . . . ok? Not to be rude or anything as you are a guest in my home, and I would really rather not offend you as you have been making a noticeable effort lately to cease and desist the name calling, which I really do appreci...”
“Get to the point, Berry?”
“Sorry, what I meant to say was that that was . . . kind of gross!”
Quinn chuckled a bit.
“Kind of gross? You nearly give me hypothermia by keeping me outside while you rambled aimlessly, and now the best you can do is gross?”
“Well, it was!” Rachel replied, a flush rising to her cheeks at her embarrassment. “Besides, that sort of ailment certainly cannot be healthy, even for an elite athlete like you. Have you ever considered chiropractic care or massage therapy?”
“To be honest, I strongly considered the second one while I was lying on my ass after Santana dropped me off the top of the pyramid today. Bitch, she’s just jealous because Coach picked me to be Captain of the Cheerio’s again this year...or mad because I told Coach about her boob job over the summer, but seriously she would have noticed sooner or later, I mean, come on, they are HUGE! There is now way a girl her size has boobs that big, and they just happened to show up over the summer? Come on, get real!”
Rachel sat in stunned silence as the blush slowly creeped up onto Quinn’s face. She had clearly been hanging around with Rachel for too long, and rambling must be contagious.
“Well, it seems that someone has thought an awful lot about this,” Rachel added with a smug grin on her face. If Quinn hadn’t been blushing before, she certainly was now! “Disregarding your short lapse into temporary insanity, what I was alluding to was that maybe, I could help...” the brunette trailed off into an incoherent mumble.
“Seriously? What do you know about massages?”
“Well, as a rehabilitation therapist at Ohio General, my dad is trained in many elements of physical and reparative therapy, massage being one of his specialties. He’s taught me a thing or two so that I can work on him after Daddy beats him at tennis, or golf, or any number of physical activities that Daddy always beats him at. But, Dad’s athletic prowess or lack thereof aside, my massage skills are quite proficient if I do say so myself, and I would be more than happy to assist you!”
“You know, normally I would be totally creeped out by your weird rants and make some mean comment about your hands being manly, but I am in so much pain right now that I am going to take you up on your offer!” Quinn stated matter of factly as she lay herself face down on the couch. She laid her legs out behind herself as Rachel moved towards her.
Damn, her ass looks amazing in these jeans! Rachel thought to herself as she knelt over Quinn’s lower thighs to begin her massage. The rapid increase in her heart rate and the tight feeling in her lower abdomen immediately alerted Rachel that this may not have been such a good idea after all. She was shaken from her thoughts however, when Quinn sat up and turned her head back towards Rachel.
“Would you mind, maybe, keeping this between us? Not that I’m not grateful, I am, but you know how school is...”
“Oh, you needn’t worry Quinn!” Rachel smiled back as Quinn lay back down. There is no way in hell I’m telling anyone about this!
Part 2a