fic: internet oversharing for dummies (R/Q, PG-13)
Title: Internet Oversharing for Dummies
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,500
Summary: Rachel and Quinn find each other while chatting on Omegle.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
A/N: Originally written for this glee_kink_meme prompt. With minor edits, and for real this time. I apologize for any confusion this might have caused.
*
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: Hello! How are you today?
You: a/s/l?
Stranger: Well, I do not know sign language yet, but I shared an incredibly moving experience with a group of
Quinn rolls her eyes. She is not in the mood for this. Puck told her that people who talk this much this early into the conversation are usually either too young or too old to be on the Internet.
You: age/sex/location?
Stranger: deaf teenaged performers about a year ago and it really awakened my curiosity as to how
You: hey listen. if you’re just going to ramble on about stuff nobody but you cares about, tell me now so I can next you
Across the table, Quinn hears a snort, and curses the fact that the only other free computer in the library when she got there was the one across from Rachel. While they have managed to be civil towards each other for the last few months, listening to her huff and puff about what’s probably the last batch of comments on her Myspace isn’t on Quinn’s top list of priorities, even if she thinks Rachel looks kind of adorable when she pouts. Not that she’d ever admit it.
Stranger: Okay, I suppose you could be right. I have in fact been told that I talk too much before. Can we start again?
You: a/s/l?
Stranger: 17/female/Ohio
Quinn freezes and looks around wildly, half expecting to spot Santana’s head crouched in front of one of the other computers. It had happened once before (Quinn had been the only one who’d known what was going on though. Otherwise she'd have never heard the end of it); it could happen again. Santana, however, is nowhere to be seen.
You: seriously? me too
Stranger: Oh, what a nice coincidence!
Stranger: If I may speak candidly, I can’t wait to get out of here.
You: same
You: what’s your reason?
Stranger: Well, there aren’t any EGOT winners with permanent residence in a small town in Ohio. And also, while I’m perfectly happy with who I am, I’ve found that people in small towns can be rather close-minded when it comes to sexuality, so I think that a bigger city, like New York City, will open my eyes to a world of romantic possibilities that I didn’t
You: wait
You: your a lesbian?
You: *you’re
Stranger: Actually, I don’t like labels, but I consider myself to be bisexual. Why should we turn our backs on attraction just because of gender, right? Nothing’s black or white.
You: hmm
Quinn pauses, fingers poised over the keys. She has never talked about this with anybody before. Rachel meets her eyes and quirks her lips in a hesitant smile, and Quinn nods distractedly at her. She can’t believe she’s going to confess her deepest secret to a stranger over the Internet. She chews on her thumb, weighing the pros against the cons.
Stranger: Hello?
You: sorry
You: thing is
You: i’ve never told this to anybody before but
You: what do you think it means that i don’t feel much when i kiss boys?
You: i mean
You: my friends say they love it, but i don’t miss it when i go a long time without doing it
You: am i.. broken or smthing?
Quinn sighs. Now it’s out there. Looking up, she notices that Rachel appears to be deeply focused on whatever’s on her screen. She can’t help but wonder whether hate mail can really be that interesting.
Stranger: Why would you think you’re broken? You’re not obligated to like the same things everybody else likes. And anyway, what about girls? Have you ever been attracted to one?
You: i can’t
Stranger: What in the world do you mean by that?
You: my parents... long story short, i’ve already screwed up one too many times
You: they’d kick me out for sure
Stranger: I see. Well, in a few months you’ll be out of there, right?
You: right :)
Stranger: Who knows? Maybe we’ll meet sometime. I bet you’re beautiful.
You: ...I guess
Stranger: I’m sure. Describe yourself to me, I have a very active imagination.
You: um
You: blonde
You: hazel eyes
You: average height
You: idk
Stranger: Just my type ;)
You: your turn now
Stranger: I’m a brunette, and I have brown eyes. You’d probably say I’m short if you met me, even though I consider myself to be perfectly proportional, and my last girlfriend told me I’m pretty in a non-boring way.
You: that’s... kind of weird for a compliment
You: sorry, didn’t mean that
Stranger: Anyway, what about you? Why do you want to get out of Ohio?
You: it’s always the same old same old
You: i want to see what else is out there
Stranger: And maybe you’ll get the chance to find somebody whom you’ll never want to stop kissing.
You: right
Stranger: Maybe a girl.
You: yeah
You: wait, no
You: that’s not what i meant
Stranger: Hey, I’m just considering the possibilities. You might want to live life a bit before settling down with a husband and kids.
“Yeah, wouldn’t I know that,” Quinn mutters, getting a weird look from Rachel. ‘Math problem’, she mouths.
You: i don’t like girls
Stranger: That’s fine. Let me propose something to you anyway. Would you mind if I told you what I would like to do to you if I were there?
Quinn gulps. This is going way too fast. She just wanted to experiment a little. On the other hand, who is ever going to find out? Rachel is the only person around right now; apparently they’re the only ones with two back-to-back free periods, and she’s probably too busy youtubing Streisand or whatever it is that she does to pay attention to what Quinn’s doing.
You: do i have to do anything?
Stranger: Just let your imagination run free ;)
You: k
She hears Rachel take a deep breath, and suddenly there's a flash of her doing that same thing in glee, right before she starts a solo, and how it expands her-- shaking her head, Quinn tries desperately to think about something else.
You: waiting...
Stranger: Patience is a virtue ;)
Stranger: Imagine that we’re in your bedroom. Your parents are gone for the weekend, it’s only you and me.
It’s of no use. No matter who she tries to replace her with -- the cute waitress who she’s pretty sure has been flirting with her at the mall for the past month, even a couple of girls from the videos Puck has been sending her non-stop ever since he somehow found out about Quinn’s secret (“maybe one day you two will feel the need to repay me with a live performance”) -- she can only see Rachel, in her bedroom with her. Exhaling loudly, she gives in to the fantasy.
“Quinn? Are you okay?” Rachel has stopped whatever it was she was doing -- Quinn would put money on ‘Oscar thank you speech’ -- and is now looking at her over the top of her computer.
“Uh, yeah, just... the word processor ate my essay,” she covers.
Rachel’s smile is sympathetic. “I hate it when that happens.” Thankfully, she doesn’t offer any help or anything, just goes back to minding her own business.
Stranger: I tell you how beautiful you look, how amazing you are, how I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else but here with you. You look so happy when it’s just you and me, when you don’t have to think of what people will say.
Quinn smirks. This girl knows what she’s doing.
Stranger: I lead you over to the bed, and I tug on your hand so that you’re sitting on my lap. I can feel you shaking, but it’s okay; I’m shaking too.
Stranger: I kiss every part of you that I can reach, but it’s not enough, so I take your shirt off. I tell you again, how you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and then I cup your breasts over your bra. You can’t help it, you rock your hips against me, and I can feel how warm you are, even through our clothes.
Quinn is struggling to keep quiet now. She never thought she’d be doing this at school. She never thought she’d be doing this at school and enjoying it. She should feel embarrassed, but she figures that she’s good enough the rest of the time. She deserves a little fun too.
You: i can feel it too
Rachel makes a sort of surprised sound. She must have gotten one positive comment on her latest video, Quinn thinks.
Stranger: I lay you down on the bed, and you look breathtaking. You run your hands through my hair, pulling me in for a kiss, and it’s like we have all the time in the world to explore each other. So that’s what we do.
Quinn can’t help thinking that this girl’s writing style reminds her a little of the novels she and Santana used to steal from Santana’s mom’s bedside drawer -- the ones with long-haired dudes and half-naked women in the covers -- but it’s nice at the same time, so she decides not to dwell on it too much.
Stranger: I want to go slow, but I can’t delay it any longer. I run my hand down your stomach, and after playing with the edge of your underwear, I slip inside.
Stranger: Do you like it?
You: ...y
Stranger: What do you want me to do?
You: touch me
Stranger: I’m so close, but so far away at the same time. I start sliding my fingers down, feeling the heat emanating from inside you, but I want to make it last, so my advance is painfully slow. I want to hear you beg
Quinn is sure she’s going to start hyperventilating soon. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.
You: please
Stranger: Finally, my fingers reach their destination, getting lost in your damp heat. You feel so good
This is too much. Quinn has to avert her eyes from the screen, only to be met with Rachel’s. They’re almost black, she notices, but she can’t notice anything else because they both look away at the same time. And... is that a blush on Rachel’s cheeks?
Stranger: i’m not sure where you end and i begin. the room is shrouded in shadows, but i can see you as clear as day. i can feel your heartbeat, i hear every sigh, every pant, and i know you’re on the verge, so i start talking again. i tell you how good you feel, how i want to stay like this forever, and that does it for you. i can feel your body trembling, and then you go limp under me.
Quinn can’t hold in a shuddering sigh. Luckily enough, Rachel is fumbling around inside her bag, muttering something about having a ‘dry throat’, so it goes unnoticed.
You: that was...
You: interesting
You: are you there?
Stranger: Oh, yes, my bad. So, did you like it?
You: ...it was okay
Stranger: Haha, you are hard to please. I like that. Would you like to try now?
You: try what?
Stranger: Talking to me. I feel like there’s a lot you need to express.
Quinn feels all of her blood run cold, and she looks discreetly in Rachel’s direction. She seems to be singing under her breath -- yup, youtubing -- so there’s no way it can be her. Quinn feels kind of silly for even thinking it. She would die.
Stranger: It’s okay if you don’t want to. We can do something else.
You: no, it’s just that some of the things you say
You: you remind me of somebody
Stranger: A girl? ;)
You: damn i hope i’m not this obvious in real life
Stranger: Do you want to tell me about her?
You: well
You: don’t get me wrong
You: but she’s a pain in the ass
You: in a good way though
You: sometimes it’s like she has no filter
You: and she’s completely nuts, but in a cute way
Stranger: Aww. Is she pretty?
You: kinda, yeah
You: even though her clothes are so ridiculous that it makes you want to rip them off
Stranger: I see ;)
You: i didn’t mean that
Stranger: Haha.
You: anyway
You: more than pretty, it’s like she has something that pulls you in
You: you just want to be around her
You: she’s a singer, you know
Stranger: That’s fantastic, I’m a singer too! Where is she going to college?
You: ...really?
Stranger: Sorry. Keep going.
You: she’s gonna make it big one day, i can feel it
Stranger: Well, I must know her name then, in case I ever run into her at any auditions. Because, you know, I’m going to be on Broadway.
Once again, Quinn hesitates. This really is starting to go too far. Up until this point, everything has been a fantasy, but a name could really get her in trouble.
You: idk
Stranger: Come on. It’s just a name! If she’s as good as you claim she is, I need to know on which auditions I’ll have to give it all :)
You: fine, it’s rachel
You: rachel berry
She instantly knows that she’s made a very big mistake. Even before she hears Rachel’s shocked gasp, one that she echoes as she feels bile rising to her throat.
“Quinn?” comes Rachel’s squeaky voice.
“This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening.” With her eyes closed, it’s like a mantra. If she repeats it enough times, somehow time will rewind itself and she’ll never have done something as incredibly stupid as what she just did.
She hears the unmistakable noise of a chair scraping across the floor and suddenly everything feels like it’s too much.
“Rachel, don’t--”
“What was all that about?” And she’s never heard Rachel talk like this. She’s so demanding and sure of herself all the time, but she sounds genuinely confused now. “Did you know that you were talking to me?”
Her eyes snap open at that. “Are you kidding me? That was the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to me, and I’ve had a baby come out of my... you know.”
To her surprise, Rachel smiles, stepping closer.
“In hindsight, and knowing that you were saying all those things about me? It was cute. In a weird, I-can’t-believe-Quinn-Fabray-has-a-crush-on-me way.”
Quinn is pretty sure that even her feet are blushing. “Please don’t say it out loud.”
“What were you doing talking about me with a random stranger, by the way?” Rachel asks, crossing her arms across her chest.
Quinn raises an eyebrow. “What were you doing... doing that with a random stranger?”
Rachel blushes. “Touché.”
They lapse into an awkward silence.
“So... we should talk about this. Do you want to come over to my house?”
“What, now?”
“Gee, don’t look so scared, Quinn. I’m not going to take advantage of you.” Quinn feels her face fall before she can do anything to hide it. “Unless you want me to, of course,” Rachel adds with a wicked smile.
“We’ll see,” Quinn says, getting up, trying to regain a bit of control of the relationship, and almost stumbling when she realizes that she just referred to it as a relationship.
“Oh, and for the record?” Rachel says, trailing after her. “Those little arrows on the keyboard are for when you want to write in capital letters. Thought you should know.”
“Shut up.”
*
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,500
Summary: Rachel and Quinn find each other while chatting on Omegle.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
A/N: Originally written for this glee_kink_meme prompt. With minor edits, and for real this time. I apologize for any confusion this might have caused.
*
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: Hello! How are you today?
You: a/s/l?
Stranger: Well, I do not know sign language yet, but I shared an incredibly moving experience with a group of
Quinn rolls her eyes. She is not in the mood for this. Puck told her that people who talk this much this early into the conversation are usually either too young or too old to be on the Internet.
You: age/sex/location?
Stranger: deaf teenaged performers about a year ago and it really awakened my curiosity as to how
You: hey listen. if you’re just going to ramble on about stuff nobody but you cares about, tell me now so I can next you
Across the table, Quinn hears a snort, and curses the fact that the only other free computer in the library when she got there was the one across from Rachel. While they have managed to be civil towards each other for the last few months, listening to her huff and puff about what’s probably the last batch of comments on her Myspace isn’t on Quinn’s top list of priorities, even if she thinks Rachel looks kind of adorable when she pouts. Not that she’d ever admit it.
Stranger: Okay, I suppose you could be right. I have in fact been told that I talk too much before. Can we start again?
You: a/s/l?
Stranger: 17/female/Ohio
Quinn freezes and looks around wildly, half expecting to spot Santana’s head crouched in front of one of the other computers. It had happened once before (Quinn had been the only one who’d known what was going on though. Otherwise she'd have never heard the end of it); it could happen again. Santana, however, is nowhere to be seen.
You: seriously? me too
Stranger: Oh, what a nice coincidence!
Stranger: If I may speak candidly, I can’t wait to get out of here.
You: same
You: what’s your reason?
Stranger: Well, there aren’t any EGOT winners with permanent residence in a small town in Ohio. And also, while I’m perfectly happy with who I am, I’ve found that people in small towns can be rather close-minded when it comes to sexuality, so I think that a bigger city, like New York City, will open my eyes to a world of romantic possibilities that I didn’t
You: wait
You: your a lesbian?
You: *you’re
Stranger: Actually, I don’t like labels, but I consider myself to be bisexual. Why should we turn our backs on attraction just because of gender, right? Nothing’s black or white.
You: hmm
Quinn pauses, fingers poised over the keys. She has never talked about this with anybody before. Rachel meets her eyes and quirks her lips in a hesitant smile, and Quinn nods distractedly at her. She can’t believe she’s going to confess her deepest secret to a stranger over the Internet. She chews on her thumb, weighing the pros against the cons.
Stranger: Hello?
You: sorry
You: thing is
You: i’ve never told this to anybody before but
You: what do you think it means that i don’t feel much when i kiss boys?
You: i mean
You: my friends say they love it, but i don’t miss it when i go a long time without doing it
You: am i.. broken or smthing?
Quinn sighs. Now it’s out there. Looking up, she notices that Rachel appears to be deeply focused on whatever’s on her screen. She can’t help but wonder whether hate mail can really be that interesting.
Stranger: Why would you think you’re broken? You’re not obligated to like the same things everybody else likes. And anyway, what about girls? Have you ever been attracted to one?
You: i can’t
Stranger: What in the world do you mean by that?
You: my parents... long story short, i’ve already screwed up one too many times
You: they’d kick me out for sure
Stranger: I see. Well, in a few months you’ll be out of there, right?
You: right :)
Stranger: Who knows? Maybe we’ll meet sometime. I bet you’re beautiful.
You: ...I guess
Stranger: I’m sure. Describe yourself to me, I have a very active imagination.
You: um
You: blonde
You: hazel eyes
You: average height
You: idk
Stranger: Just my type ;)
You: your turn now
Stranger: I’m a brunette, and I have brown eyes. You’d probably say I’m short if you met me, even though I consider myself to be perfectly proportional, and my last girlfriend told me I’m pretty in a non-boring way.
You: that’s... kind of weird for a compliment
You: sorry, didn’t mean that
Stranger: Anyway, what about you? Why do you want to get out of Ohio?
You: it’s always the same old same old
You: i want to see what else is out there
Stranger: And maybe you’ll get the chance to find somebody whom you’ll never want to stop kissing.
You: right
Stranger: Maybe a girl.
You: yeah
You: wait, no
You: that’s not what i meant
Stranger: Hey, I’m just considering the possibilities. You might want to live life a bit before settling down with a husband and kids.
“Yeah, wouldn’t I know that,” Quinn mutters, getting a weird look from Rachel. ‘Math problem’, she mouths.
You: i don’t like girls
Stranger: That’s fine. Let me propose something to you anyway. Would you mind if I told you what I would like to do to you if I were there?
Quinn gulps. This is going way too fast. She just wanted to experiment a little. On the other hand, who is ever going to find out? Rachel is the only person around right now; apparently they’re the only ones with two back-to-back free periods, and she’s probably too busy youtubing Streisand or whatever it is that she does to pay attention to what Quinn’s doing.
You: do i have to do anything?
Stranger: Just let your imagination run free ;)
You: k
She hears Rachel take a deep breath, and suddenly there's a flash of her doing that same thing in glee, right before she starts a solo, and how it expands her-- shaking her head, Quinn tries desperately to think about something else.
You: waiting...
Stranger: Patience is a virtue ;)
Stranger: Imagine that we’re in your bedroom. Your parents are gone for the weekend, it’s only you and me.
It’s of no use. No matter who she tries to replace her with -- the cute waitress who she’s pretty sure has been flirting with her at the mall for the past month, even a couple of girls from the videos Puck has been sending her non-stop ever since he somehow found out about Quinn’s secret (“maybe one day you two will feel the need to repay me with a live performance”) -- she can only see Rachel, in her bedroom with her. Exhaling loudly, she gives in to the fantasy.
“Quinn? Are you okay?” Rachel has stopped whatever it was she was doing -- Quinn would put money on ‘Oscar thank you speech’ -- and is now looking at her over the top of her computer.
“Uh, yeah, just... the word processor ate my essay,” she covers.
Rachel’s smile is sympathetic. “I hate it when that happens.” Thankfully, she doesn’t offer any help or anything, just goes back to minding her own business.
Stranger: I tell you how beautiful you look, how amazing you are, how I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else but here with you. You look so happy when it’s just you and me, when you don’t have to think of what people will say.
Quinn smirks. This girl knows what she’s doing.
Stranger: I lead you over to the bed, and I tug on your hand so that you’re sitting on my lap. I can feel you shaking, but it’s okay; I’m shaking too.
Stranger: I kiss every part of you that I can reach, but it’s not enough, so I take your shirt off. I tell you again, how you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and then I cup your breasts over your bra. You can’t help it, you rock your hips against me, and I can feel how warm you are, even through our clothes.
Quinn is struggling to keep quiet now. She never thought she’d be doing this at school. She never thought she’d be doing this at school and enjoying it. She should feel embarrassed, but she figures that she’s good enough the rest of the time. She deserves a little fun too.
You: i can feel it too
Rachel makes a sort of surprised sound. She must have gotten one positive comment on her latest video, Quinn thinks.
Stranger: I lay you down on the bed, and you look breathtaking. You run your hands through my hair, pulling me in for a kiss, and it’s like we have all the time in the world to explore each other. So that’s what we do.
Quinn can’t help thinking that this girl’s writing style reminds her a little of the novels she and Santana used to steal from Santana’s mom’s bedside drawer -- the ones with long-haired dudes and half-naked women in the covers -- but it’s nice at the same time, so she decides not to dwell on it too much.
Stranger: I want to go slow, but I can’t delay it any longer. I run my hand down your stomach, and after playing with the edge of your underwear, I slip inside.
Stranger: Do you like it?
You: ...y
Stranger: What do you want me to do?
You: touch me
Stranger: I’m so close, but so far away at the same time. I start sliding my fingers down, feeling the heat emanating from inside you, but I want to make it last, so my advance is painfully slow. I want to hear you beg
Quinn is sure she’s going to start hyperventilating soon. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.
You: please
Stranger: Finally, my fingers reach their destination, getting lost in your damp heat. You feel so good
This is too much. Quinn has to avert her eyes from the screen, only to be met with Rachel’s. They’re almost black, she notices, but she can’t notice anything else because they both look away at the same time. And... is that a blush on Rachel’s cheeks?
Stranger: i’m not sure where you end and i begin. the room is shrouded in shadows, but i can see you as clear as day. i can feel your heartbeat, i hear every sigh, every pant, and i know you’re on the verge, so i start talking again. i tell you how good you feel, how i want to stay like this forever, and that does it for you. i can feel your body trembling, and then you go limp under me.
Quinn can’t hold in a shuddering sigh. Luckily enough, Rachel is fumbling around inside her bag, muttering something about having a ‘dry throat’, so it goes unnoticed.
You: that was...
You: interesting
You: are you there?
Stranger: Oh, yes, my bad. So, did you like it?
You: ...it was okay
Stranger: Haha, you are hard to please. I like that. Would you like to try now?
You: try what?
Stranger: Talking to me. I feel like there’s a lot you need to express.
Quinn feels all of her blood run cold, and she looks discreetly in Rachel’s direction. She seems to be singing under her breath -- yup, youtubing -- so there’s no way it can be her. Quinn feels kind of silly for even thinking it. She would die.
Stranger: It’s okay if you don’t want to. We can do something else.
You: no, it’s just that some of the things you say
You: you remind me of somebody
Stranger: A girl? ;)
You: damn i hope i’m not this obvious in real life
Stranger: Do you want to tell me about her?
You: well
You: don’t get me wrong
You: but she’s a pain in the ass
You: in a good way though
You: sometimes it’s like she has no filter
You: and she’s completely nuts, but in a cute way
Stranger: Aww. Is she pretty?
You: kinda, yeah
You: even though her clothes are so ridiculous that it makes you want to rip them off
Stranger: I see ;)
You: i didn’t mean that
Stranger: Haha.
You: anyway
You: more than pretty, it’s like she has something that pulls you in
You: you just want to be around her
You: she’s a singer, you know
Stranger: That’s fantastic, I’m a singer too! Where is she going to college?
You: ...really?
Stranger: Sorry. Keep going.
You: she’s gonna make it big one day, i can feel it
Stranger: Well, I must know her name then, in case I ever run into her at any auditions. Because, you know, I’m going to be on Broadway.
Once again, Quinn hesitates. This really is starting to go too far. Up until this point, everything has been a fantasy, but a name could really get her in trouble.
You: idk
Stranger: Come on. It’s just a name! If she’s as good as you claim she is, I need to know on which auditions I’ll have to give it all :)
You: fine, it’s rachel
You: rachel berry
She instantly knows that she’s made a very big mistake. Even before she hears Rachel’s shocked gasp, one that she echoes as she feels bile rising to her throat.
“Quinn?” comes Rachel’s squeaky voice.
“This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening.” With her eyes closed, it’s like a mantra. If she repeats it enough times, somehow time will rewind itself and she’ll never have done something as incredibly stupid as what she just did.
She hears the unmistakable noise of a chair scraping across the floor and suddenly everything feels like it’s too much.
“Rachel, don’t--”
“What was all that about?” And she’s never heard Rachel talk like this. She’s so demanding and sure of herself all the time, but she sounds genuinely confused now. “Did you know that you were talking to me?”
Her eyes snap open at that. “Are you kidding me? That was the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to me, and I’ve had a baby come out of my... you know.”
To her surprise, Rachel smiles, stepping closer.
“In hindsight, and knowing that you were saying all those things about me? It was cute. In a weird, I-can’t-believe-Quinn-Fabray-has-a-crush-on-me way.”
Quinn is pretty sure that even her feet are blushing. “Please don’t say it out loud.”
“What were you doing talking about me with a random stranger, by the way?” Rachel asks, crossing her arms across her chest.
Quinn raises an eyebrow. “What were you doing... doing that with a random stranger?”
Rachel blushes. “Touché.”
They lapse into an awkward silence.
“So... we should talk about this. Do you want to come over to my house?”
“What, now?”
“Gee, don’t look so scared, Quinn. I’m not going to take advantage of you.” Quinn feels her face fall before she can do anything to hide it. “Unless you want me to, of course,” Rachel adds with a wicked smile.
“We’ll see,” Quinn says, getting up, trying to regain a bit of control of the relationship, and almost stumbling when she realizes that she just referred to it as a relationship.
“Oh, and for the record?” Rachel says, trailing after her. “Those little arrows on the keyboard are for when you want to write in capital letters. Thought you should know.”
“Shut up.”
*