fic: in vino veritas
Title: In Vino Veritas
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Length: ~3500
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Written for this prompt over at glee_kink_meme: During a game of "I've Never" Rachel drunkenly reveals that she lost her virginity when she was a freshman to a senior Cheerio...specifically Quinn's older sister.
Author's Note: Feel free to concrit, it'd be very much appreciated.
"I’ve never worn a pantsuit."
"Oh come on, you guys," Rachel whined. She was beginning to sound like she had trouble articulating certain words. "That was one time!"
Mercedes smiled, pointing at her half-empty plastic cup. "Nuh-uh, no excuses."
The Glee girls were lounging on the sofas and the carpet of the Berry living room. They had managed to convince Rachel that they should have a girls’ night in, because a proper bonding session would totally make them perform better together and with that help, they would kill at Nationals.
After a couple rounds of "sing-your-favorite-Celine-song-okay-now-let’s-do-Broadway-duets" and more than a few poorly masked groans, Santana had decided to take matters into her own hands and proceeded to take a bottle of Grey Goose out of a brown grocery bag she’d brought with her.
Rachel had been wary, to say the least. "Look, Santana, I don’t mean to be a ‘party-pooper’, a term I believe I’ve been referred to as before, but I really think you shouldn't have brought that. If you get drunk, you might vomit, and the acid can cause irreparable damage to your vocal cords."
When Quinn had seen Santana’s expression, she’d decided to intervene, before Santana had a chance of giving Rachel a less-than-gentle retort. "Actually, there’s six of us and just one bottle. If we mix it, I don’t think there’s any risk of anybody getting anywhere near vomit." She had smiled warmly at the other girl then, until Rachel smiled back and caved in. The two of them had been growing closer and closer over the last few months, the turning point having taken place a couple of weeks before, when an innocent movie night had evolved into an impromptu make out session on Quinn’s bed.
After they got past the initial awkwardness and confusion, both girls had finally owned up to harboring matching crushes. They were taking it slow, and their relationship was still pretty much undefined, even though nobody in their little circle of friends had been surprised. In fact, they’d been suspecting it for ages.
The problem with the booze was that nobody had been counting on the fact that Rachel could have been a perfect candidate to having her picture printed on the dictionary next to the definition for 'lightweight'. As a result, after just a few rounds of "I’ve never…" (broken anybody’s car window, smoked, made out in a hot tub, watched 2girls1cup, kissed a guy on a wheelchair, scrubbed Mr. Schue’s toilet, shoplifted, lost a wheelchair, sexted, been head cheerleader), everybody was sporting a pleasant buzz except for Rachel, who was a bit ahead of them.
Santana cleared her throat. "Okay. My turn." She scanned the room, stopping at Rachel. She’d been gunning for her the entire night. By that point, Santana had mostly gotten over her ‘I’m-better-than-all-of-you’ phase, but she still enjoyed bugging the shorter brunette. Plus, she suspected that Rachel would be pretty hilarious when drunk.
"I’ve never given a pair of my panties to JewFro."
Quinn stared daggers at the latina, an obvious "don’t be such an asshole" plainly written on her face, but Santana just shrugged and joined the others in laughter. Rachel sighed, raising her cup once again. Before it reached her lips though, Santana’s near shriek made her pause.
"What the hell, B?"
"Oh, I just do it as a favor," Brittany said, putting her empty cup down and shaking her head, making her ponytail bounce. "Her sister keeps losing hers, so I give them to him because she’s too shy to ask."
Mercedes looked at her, astonished. "I’m not even gonna touch that."
"Quinn, I think it’s your turn," Tina said, trying to get the focus of the group away from Brittany. The blonde had been a really good friend to her ever since they both helped Kurt with his 'Single Ladies' choreography so long ago, and she’d always felt the need to be extra nice to her.
"Let’s see," Quinn began, her eyes fixed on Santana. She pretended to think about it really hard. "I’ve never… had sex with a Cheerio."
Out of the corner of her eye, she almost felt more than saw Rachel reaching for her cup, and she automatically felt the need to stop her. She looked at her, smiling. "Rachel, I don’t think you heard me. I said sex. I don’t think you’ve done that with a Cheerio."
"No, I heard you," Rachel replied nonchalantly, before suddenly clamping her mouth shut and freezing in place. Nobody moved or said anything, they were all too stunned. She glanced at Quinn, who had a confused look on her face. Rachel tried to meet her eyes but found it impossible. "I- I mean-"
"Can I talk to you somewhere private, please?" Quinn interrupted in a low voice.
"Um. Sure, of course."
She got up and led the way upstairs, to her room. They could hear the others whispering animatedly, probably trying to figure out the same thing Quinn was. Who?
---
"So. You’ve slept with a cheerleader," Quinn said, flinching visibly when her voice wavered a little.
Rachel nodded.
"You never told me."
"I guessed we hadn’t reached that point in our relationship yet," Rachel muttered.
"No, hey, don’t worry. You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I was just-surprised, that’s all. You understand that, right?"
Rachel smiled.
"I do."
"Right. When was this, anyway?" Quinn tried for casualness.
"Quinn-"
"You’re right, you’re right. It doesn’t really matter now, does it?"
Rachel shook her head. "No, not really."
Quinn smiled at her, blushing a little.
"I’m sorry for almost freaking out on you."
"Well, I’m sorry for just blurting it out like that. My brain is kinda hazy tonight."
Quinn chuckled. "You’re such a lightweight."
"No, I'm not. I’m just not used to drinking. And hey, what’s wrong with not wanting to participate in underage crime? Some people are able to find other ways to entertain themselves without resorting to artificial stimulants."
Quinn closed the distance between them, lightly caressing Rachel’s hips. Rachel’s hands automatically went to Quinn’s sides.
"You’re so hot when you get wordy," she whispered.
They kissed then, enjoying the feeling of being alone for the first time since everybody arrived. When Rachel made a sound low in her throat and her hands started to roam upwards on Quinn’s stomach, Quinn disentangled herself and touched her forehead to Rachel’s.
"We should head back."
"Yeah."
With a last peck on her lips, Rachel turned around and went to open the door.
"Wow. I almost really did freak out, didn’t I?" Quinn said. "It’s not even that important. I mean, it’s not like you had sex with my sister or something."
Rachel’s step faltered, her inebriated state causing her to be slower on her reflexes. She risked a glance back, hoping that Quinn hadn’t noticed.
She had.
---
"What do you think is going on up there right now?" Mercedes asked.
"I hope they don’t hurt each other," Brittany mused.
Tina looked a bit scared. "Shouldn’t we maybe go check?"
"Let’s play a game of Monopoly. If they haven’t come out by the time we finish, we go in there," Santana said.
"But no one has ever finished a game of Monopoly." It was Kurt. Mercedes had called him and put him on speaker.
"Exactly."
"You are so deliciously evil."
"Tell me something I don’t know."
---
"No. Fucking. Way. What kind of a sick freak are you?" Quinn was practically growling.
Rachel physically recoiled, because Quinn looked really angry and it made her look like she was suddenly six feet tall.
"Listen, Quinn-"
"No!" she whisper-shouted. "No, you listen. What was this, some kind of game to you? Some kind of dare? I guess you must feel pretty proud of yourself right now, huh?"
"You have to calm down-"
"Don’t you dare telling me to calm down. Were you two planning this behind my back all along? Ugh, screw this. I’m leaving."
"Quinn, wait. Wait! I didn’t even know you back then!" Rachel pleaded.
That seemed to do it. Quinn didn’t look any less angry, but she didn’t look like she was going to physically attack Rachel anymore.
"Maybe we should sit down."
"I’m perfectly fine right here, thanks," Quinn said.
Rachel sighed. "Okay. But promise me you’re going to listen to what I have to say."
Quinn was standing right next to the door, arms crossed over her chest. "The clock is ticking, so I would get started if I were you."
Rachel sat on her bed, then got up again, nervously straightening the wrinkles on her skirt.
"I honestly don’t even know how it happened. I was on my freshman year, and well, you know I’ve never had many friends, so I used to spend my lunch hour practicing scales in the music room. Then one day, your s-Sarah came in, and I promise, I thought she was going to slushie me or something. But she just said that she’d heard me sing a couple of times and would I mind if she stayed and listened."
She looked up at Quinn, trying to gauge her reaction. The blonde was looking at the floor, seemingly deep in thought.
"Go on."
Rachel took it as a good sign. "Right, so I felt really flattered, because it was the first time a senior had talked to me, and she liked my voice. So I told her it was okay, and she started coming once in a while. Then one day, like a couple of months later, she told me that she felt attracted to me. I didn’t know what to say, but, I mean, I’ve never had any prejudice against same-sex relationships, so even though I didn’t like her like that, I figured there was no harm in trying. I swear to you, it only happened once."
Almost without realizing it, Rachel had moved during her speech, and she was now standing right in front of Quinn. They stayed like that for what seemed like a long time.
"Please. Say something."
"It’s really messed up. You should have told me."
"I wanted to, but I had no idea how to even start. It's not exactly an easy subject, you know?," she said, trying to defuse the tension. It didn't work. Quinn looked positively furious. "Please Quinn, there must be something I can do-"
Quinn snapped. "Stop whining. I don’t want to hear your voice right now." Grabbing Rachel by the sides of her head, Quinn brought her lips crashing down to hers.
That kiss was probably the least romantic moment Rachel had experienced in her entire life. Quinn was all tense, and she was using her teeth too much, so it hurt a little, but at least she hadn’t bolted from the room, so Rachel wasn’t about to complain. The strength of Quinn’s attack forced her to walk backwards so as to not fall down; and then the back of her knees hit the edge of her mattress and she fell anyway.
Quinn stood above her, looking at her with an expression she'd never seen before, her arms by her sides, fists closed tightly. Rachel felt her stomach fall when she realized Quinn was shaking. She extended an arm towards her, opening her mouth, but Quinn shook her head, angry tears shining in her eyes.
"Stop it. You can’t tell me something like that and expect me not to be angry. Jesus, Rachel." She pressed the heel of her hand to her forehead and sat on the bed, Rachel’s legs to her left, not quite touching.
After a few minutes, once she had managed to compose herself a bit, she turned her head so that she was staring at Rachel's ankles.
"I just want to know something," she said, in a low voice. "Do you regret it?"
Rachel took a deep breath. This was it.
"I don’t regret doing it. The situation was very different back then." She felt Quinn tensing up again. "Wait. I do regret what it’s doing to us. If I had known then that I would meet you and get to be with you, it wouldn’t have crossed my mind to do anything with her." She paused. "Look at me, Quinn."
Quinn turned her body, so that her knees were pressing against Rachel’s legs. Both of them gasped a little at the contact. Hesitantly, she raised her gaze to Rachel’s eyes.
"You’re my best friend. I’d never hurt you on purpose, you know that."
"I know."
"Let’s just-"
"Okay, I asked you a question, you answered. Stop talking now."
It amazed Rachel how quickly Quinn could switch from the sweet - if much too ironic for her taste - girl she had been for the past few months, to the bitchy mean girl she used to be. Still, she decided that the best way to make her stay was to do whatever she wanted.
And what Quinn wanted was, apparently, to run her fingers along Rachel’s legs. Up to her thighs and back down again. After a few minutes, she switched to kneeling on the bed so that she could have better access, and soon enough, her fingers were disappearing under the hem of Rachel’s skirt, getting closer and closer to the edge of her panties.
It felt amazing, and Rachel closed her eyes in anticipation.
She regretted it immediately. Flashes of her and Sarah perched on top of Coach Sylvester’s desk crept unannounced into her mind. The feel of the Cheerios uniform under her fingers, the smell of Sarah’s shampoo. She snapped her eyes open, feeling guiltier than she’d ever been in her life, and thankful that Quinn was too absorbed by her legs to notice anything. She was in the middle of taking off Rachel’s shoes, kicking her own off at the same time.
When she finished, Quinn crawled up to the headboard, and Rachel scooted back too, so that her legs weren’t left dangling off the bed. Quinn kissed her again, not as hard as before, but still harder than Rachel was used to. It took them a few seconds to get used to the new rhythm, but they finally managed to coordinate and stop bumping noses and biting each other accidentally.
Rachel’s hands were on Quinn’s back, just holding on. She felt that this time, Quinn needed to be the one in control. Rachel could tell that it wasn’t something Quinn was used to, because her hands were shaking again and she didn’t really know what to do with them. Rachel didn’t really care, they would have time to figure it out together. She hoped.
Quinn moved to Rachel’s neck and began sucking and nibbling, as if trying to leave a mark. Rachel guessed that she was probably doing exactly that - marking her territory, but then Quinn’s fingers under her skirt finally reached the edge of her panties and she just stopped thinking altogether.
---
Quinn was pretty sure that she’d never been so confused in her whole life. She felt sad, furious, and incredibly turned on.
She also thought that the universe (she definitely didn’t want to involve God in this) had to have a really twisted sense of humor. Of all the girls in the world, did it have to be this one?
Quinn understood, from a logical point of view, that there was no way Rachel could have foreseen this. She knew it, she just couldn’t help being angry. And to make things worse, her stupid hands wouldn’t stop shaking and she had no idea how two girls were supposed to have sex - she had assumed that she and Rachel would be on speaking terms when it happened (from now on, assume less; Google more, she noted to herself).
She decided to use the idiot-proof method: touching Rachel where every girl liked to be touched. She figured they would have time for subtlety in the future. She hoped.
When she touched Rachel through her panties and found her incredibly warm and wet, she felt powerful. When she managed to control her nerves, her touch became firm and determined. And when she realized that she'd just made Rachel Berry’s gaze go glassy and heard her moan low in her throat, she was convinced that her brain - and possibly other parts of her body - was going to explode.
She put her hands on Rachel’s hips, lightly caressing, and waited. After a beat, Rachel lifted her lower body from the bed, allowing Quinn to slide down her panties. When they reached her ankles, Rachel assisted her in kicking them off. All that was running through Quinn's head in that moment was, I’m so incredibly gay right now.
From that point on, instinct took over. Quinn explored Rachel with her fingers, trying to figure out what Rachel liked from her sighs and whimpers. When she reached her opening, she hesitated, before pressing three fingers to her entrance. Rachel winced and gasped in slight discomfort, and Quinn considered for a second going ahead anyway, but as angry as she was, she didn’t actually want to hurt Rachel. She settled for just one, sliding it in all the way up to the knuckle and gasping at the weird, wet feeling.
Quinn felt a little silly, with her finger stuck inside someone else’s body, but then Rachel started panting and trying to grind against her hand, and that was pretty cool. She began to feel a throb somewhere low in her stomach, but she didn’t feel confident enough to try multitasking just yet, so she simply ignored it and started pumping her finger in and out of Rachel, going back to kissing her.
Rachel had started to moan in earnest by that point, and it was wreaking havoc on Quinn’s senses. She briefly wondered whether it was possible to have an orgasm without being touched at all, but then suddenly, Rachel ripped her mouth away from hers and whispered in her ear. "Another one." At the same time, she brought her knee up between Quinn’s legs, pressing her thigh against her damp panties.
Quinn felt a fresh pang of raw jealousy and anger - she knows exactly what to do, because she has done it before - but she was too far gone to do anything about it. So she pushed another finger inside Rachel, with maybe a little more force than necessary. Rachel didn’t complain though; in fact, she went wild, bucking and panting and moaning. Quinn swallowed hard, a very different feeling lodging in her throat. She managed to reach Rachel’s clit with her thumb, and after a moment, Rachel tensed and arched her back off the bed, eyes tightly closed, mouth slack. Quinn rode it out with her, marveling at the feeling of Rachel clenching rhythmically all around her fingers. It only took her a few seconds of well-aimed pressing down on Rachel’s thigh and then she was falling too.
Exhausted, she collapsed on top of Rachel, her fingers still inside of her, Rachel’s arms still around her back.
When she felt like she could move again, she rolled slightly off of Rachel and onto her side, wiping her fingers on her shirt. Rachel got on her side too, a sad look on her face.
"Are you going to leave now?"
Quinn shook her head.
"Are we going to be able to make this work?"
She felt blindly for Rachel’s hand, intertwining their fingers. "I’m not sure."
"Do you want this to work?"
Quinn felt tears prickling her eyes, so she looked away, sighing shakily.
"Quinn?"
She forced herself to look at Rachel again.
"Are we going to be okay?"
"I hope so."
---
The next morning, things weren’t as awkward as Rachel had anticipated. Quinn seemed to be deep in thought, but not distant, which wasn’t that bad, considering. She figured that it was going to take time, and decided that although she wasn’t by nature a patient person, she could wait for this.
The silence was broken by an impeccably-timed rumble of Quinn’s stomach, making them both chuckle and agree that it was probably time to have breakfast. They got out of Rachel’s room but stopped on the landing, mouths agape.
"Oh come on, that’s bullshit and you know it. Two railroads are more than enough. You already have the other two! It’s a fair trade. No way I’m giving you any money on top of that."
"Is that Santana?"
"Okay, fine. Be that way. I’ll keep being a proud owner of Pennsylvania Avenue then."
"Wait, when the hell did Kurt get here?"
-END-
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Length: ~3500
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Written for this prompt over at glee_kink_meme: During a game of "I've Never" Rachel drunkenly reveals that she lost her virginity when she was a freshman to a senior Cheerio...specifically Quinn's older sister.
Author's Note: Feel free to concrit, it'd be very much appreciated.
"I’ve never worn a pantsuit."
"Oh come on, you guys," Rachel whined. She was beginning to sound like she had trouble articulating certain words. "That was one time!"
Mercedes smiled, pointing at her half-empty plastic cup. "Nuh-uh, no excuses."
The Glee girls were lounging on the sofas and the carpet of the Berry living room. They had managed to convince Rachel that they should have a girls’ night in, because a proper bonding session would totally make them perform better together and with that help, they would kill at Nationals.
After a couple rounds of "sing-your-favorite-Celine-song-okay-now-let’s-do-Broadway-duets" and more than a few poorly masked groans, Santana had decided to take matters into her own hands and proceeded to take a bottle of Grey Goose out of a brown grocery bag she’d brought with her.
Rachel had been wary, to say the least. "Look, Santana, I don’t mean to be a ‘party-pooper’, a term I believe I’ve been referred to as before, but I really think you shouldn't have brought that. If you get drunk, you might vomit, and the acid can cause irreparable damage to your vocal cords."
When Quinn had seen Santana’s expression, she’d decided to intervene, before Santana had a chance of giving Rachel a less-than-gentle retort. "Actually, there’s six of us and just one bottle. If we mix it, I don’t think there’s any risk of anybody getting anywhere near vomit." She had smiled warmly at the other girl then, until Rachel smiled back and caved in. The two of them had been growing closer and closer over the last few months, the turning point having taken place a couple of weeks before, when an innocent movie night had evolved into an impromptu make out session on Quinn’s bed.
After they got past the initial awkwardness and confusion, both girls had finally owned up to harboring matching crushes. They were taking it slow, and their relationship was still pretty much undefined, even though nobody in their little circle of friends had been surprised. In fact, they’d been suspecting it for ages.
The problem with the booze was that nobody had been counting on the fact that Rachel could have been a perfect candidate to having her picture printed on the dictionary next to the definition for 'lightweight'. As a result, after just a few rounds of "I’ve never…" (broken anybody’s car window, smoked, made out in a hot tub, watched 2girls1cup, kissed a guy on a wheelchair, scrubbed Mr. Schue’s toilet, shoplifted, lost a wheelchair, sexted, been head cheerleader), everybody was sporting a pleasant buzz except for Rachel, who was a bit ahead of them.
Santana cleared her throat. "Okay. My turn." She scanned the room, stopping at Rachel. She’d been gunning for her the entire night. By that point, Santana had mostly gotten over her ‘I’m-better-than-all-of-you’ phase, but she still enjoyed bugging the shorter brunette. Plus, she suspected that Rachel would be pretty hilarious when drunk.
"I’ve never given a pair of my panties to JewFro."
Quinn stared daggers at the latina, an obvious "don’t be such an asshole" plainly written on her face, but Santana just shrugged and joined the others in laughter. Rachel sighed, raising her cup once again. Before it reached her lips though, Santana’s near shriek made her pause.
"What the hell, B?"
"Oh, I just do it as a favor," Brittany said, putting her empty cup down and shaking her head, making her ponytail bounce. "Her sister keeps losing hers, so I give them to him because she’s too shy to ask."
Mercedes looked at her, astonished. "I’m not even gonna touch that."
"Quinn, I think it’s your turn," Tina said, trying to get the focus of the group away from Brittany. The blonde had been a really good friend to her ever since they both helped Kurt with his 'Single Ladies' choreography so long ago, and she’d always felt the need to be extra nice to her.
"Let’s see," Quinn began, her eyes fixed on Santana. She pretended to think about it really hard. "I’ve never… had sex with a Cheerio."
Out of the corner of her eye, she almost felt more than saw Rachel reaching for her cup, and she automatically felt the need to stop her. She looked at her, smiling. "Rachel, I don’t think you heard me. I said sex. I don’t think you’ve done that with a Cheerio."
"No, I heard you," Rachel replied nonchalantly, before suddenly clamping her mouth shut and freezing in place. Nobody moved or said anything, they were all too stunned. She glanced at Quinn, who had a confused look on her face. Rachel tried to meet her eyes but found it impossible. "I- I mean-"
"Can I talk to you somewhere private, please?" Quinn interrupted in a low voice.
"Um. Sure, of course."
She got up and led the way upstairs, to her room. They could hear the others whispering animatedly, probably trying to figure out the same thing Quinn was. Who?
---
"So. You’ve slept with a cheerleader," Quinn said, flinching visibly when her voice wavered a little.
Rachel nodded.
"You never told me."
"I guessed we hadn’t reached that point in our relationship yet," Rachel muttered.
"No, hey, don’t worry. You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I was just-surprised, that’s all. You understand that, right?"
Rachel smiled.
"I do."
"Right. When was this, anyway?" Quinn tried for casualness.
"Quinn-"
"You’re right, you’re right. It doesn’t really matter now, does it?"
Rachel shook her head. "No, not really."
Quinn smiled at her, blushing a little.
"I’m sorry for almost freaking out on you."
"Well, I’m sorry for just blurting it out like that. My brain is kinda hazy tonight."
Quinn chuckled. "You’re such a lightweight."
"No, I'm not. I’m just not used to drinking. And hey, what’s wrong with not wanting to participate in underage crime? Some people are able to find other ways to entertain themselves without resorting to artificial stimulants."
Quinn closed the distance between them, lightly caressing Rachel’s hips. Rachel’s hands automatically went to Quinn’s sides.
"You’re so hot when you get wordy," she whispered.
They kissed then, enjoying the feeling of being alone for the first time since everybody arrived. When Rachel made a sound low in her throat and her hands started to roam upwards on Quinn’s stomach, Quinn disentangled herself and touched her forehead to Rachel’s.
"We should head back."
"Yeah."
With a last peck on her lips, Rachel turned around and went to open the door.
"Wow. I almost really did freak out, didn’t I?" Quinn said. "It’s not even that important. I mean, it’s not like you had sex with my sister or something."
Rachel’s step faltered, her inebriated state causing her to be slower on her reflexes. She risked a glance back, hoping that Quinn hadn’t noticed.
She had.
---
"What do you think is going on up there right now?" Mercedes asked.
"I hope they don’t hurt each other," Brittany mused.
Tina looked a bit scared. "Shouldn’t we maybe go check?"
"Let’s play a game of Monopoly. If they haven’t come out by the time we finish, we go in there," Santana said.
"But no one has ever finished a game of Monopoly." It was Kurt. Mercedes had called him and put him on speaker.
"Exactly."
"You are so deliciously evil."
"Tell me something I don’t know."
---
"No. Fucking. Way. What kind of a sick freak are you?" Quinn was practically growling.
Rachel physically recoiled, because Quinn looked really angry and it made her look like she was suddenly six feet tall.
"Listen, Quinn-"
"No!" she whisper-shouted. "No, you listen. What was this, some kind of game to you? Some kind of dare? I guess you must feel pretty proud of yourself right now, huh?"
"You have to calm down-"
"Don’t you dare telling me to calm down. Were you two planning this behind my back all along? Ugh, screw this. I’m leaving."
"Quinn, wait. Wait! I didn’t even know you back then!" Rachel pleaded.
That seemed to do it. Quinn didn’t look any less angry, but she didn’t look like she was going to physically attack Rachel anymore.
"Maybe we should sit down."
"I’m perfectly fine right here, thanks," Quinn said.
Rachel sighed. "Okay. But promise me you’re going to listen to what I have to say."
Quinn was standing right next to the door, arms crossed over her chest. "The clock is ticking, so I would get started if I were you."
Rachel sat on her bed, then got up again, nervously straightening the wrinkles on her skirt.
"I honestly don’t even know how it happened. I was on my freshman year, and well, you know I’ve never had many friends, so I used to spend my lunch hour practicing scales in the music room. Then one day, your s-Sarah came in, and I promise, I thought she was going to slushie me or something. But she just said that she’d heard me sing a couple of times and would I mind if she stayed and listened."
She looked up at Quinn, trying to gauge her reaction. The blonde was looking at the floor, seemingly deep in thought.
"Go on."
Rachel took it as a good sign. "Right, so I felt really flattered, because it was the first time a senior had talked to me, and she liked my voice. So I told her it was okay, and she started coming once in a while. Then one day, like a couple of months later, she told me that she felt attracted to me. I didn’t know what to say, but, I mean, I’ve never had any prejudice against same-sex relationships, so even though I didn’t like her like that, I figured there was no harm in trying. I swear to you, it only happened once."
Almost without realizing it, Rachel had moved during her speech, and she was now standing right in front of Quinn. They stayed like that for what seemed like a long time.
"Please. Say something."
"It’s really messed up. You should have told me."
"I wanted to, but I had no idea how to even start. It's not exactly an easy subject, you know?," she said, trying to defuse the tension. It didn't work. Quinn looked positively furious. "Please Quinn, there must be something I can do-"
Quinn snapped. "Stop whining. I don’t want to hear your voice right now." Grabbing Rachel by the sides of her head, Quinn brought her lips crashing down to hers.
That kiss was probably the least romantic moment Rachel had experienced in her entire life. Quinn was all tense, and she was using her teeth too much, so it hurt a little, but at least she hadn’t bolted from the room, so Rachel wasn’t about to complain. The strength of Quinn’s attack forced her to walk backwards so as to not fall down; and then the back of her knees hit the edge of her mattress and she fell anyway.
Quinn stood above her, looking at her with an expression she'd never seen before, her arms by her sides, fists closed tightly. Rachel felt her stomach fall when she realized Quinn was shaking. She extended an arm towards her, opening her mouth, but Quinn shook her head, angry tears shining in her eyes.
"Stop it. You can’t tell me something like that and expect me not to be angry. Jesus, Rachel." She pressed the heel of her hand to her forehead and sat on the bed, Rachel’s legs to her left, not quite touching.
After a few minutes, once she had managed to compose herself a bit, she turned her head so that she was staring at Rachel's ankles.
"I just want to know something," she said, in a low voice. "Do you regret it?"
Rachel took a deep breath. This was it.
"I don’t regret doing it. The situation was very different back then." She felt Quinn tensing up again. "Wait. I do regret what it’s doing to us. If I had known then that I would meet you and get to be with you, it wouldn’t have crossed my mind to do anything with her." She paused. "Look at me, Quinn."
Quinn turned her body, so that her knees were pressing against Rachel’s legs. Both of them gasped a little at the contact. Hesitantly, she raised her gaze to Rachel’s eyes.
"You’re my best friend. I’d never hurt you on purpose, you know that."
"I know."
"Let’s just-"
"Okay, I asked you a question, you answered. Stop talking now."
It amazed Rachel how quickly Quinn could switch from the sweet - if much too ironic for her taste - girl she had been for the past few months, to the bitchy mean girl she used to be. Still, she decided that the best way to make her stay was to do whatever she wanted.
And what Quinn wanted was, apparently, to run her fingers along Rachel’s legs. Up to her thighs and back down again. After a few minutes, she switched to kneeling on the bed so that she could have better access, and soon enough, her fingers were disappearing under the hem of Rachel’s skirt, getting closer and closer to the edge of her panties.
It felt amazing, and Rachel closed her eyes in anticipation.
She regretted it immediately. Flashes of her and Sarah perched on top of Coach Sylvester’s desk crept unannounced into her mind. The feel of the Cheerios uniform under her fingers, the smell of Sarah’s shampoo. She snapped her eyes open, feeling guiltier than she’d ever been in her life, and thankful that Quinn was too absorbed by her legs to notice anything. She was in the middle of taking off Rachel’s shoes, kicking her own off at the same time.
When she finished, Quinn crawled up to the headboard, and Rachel scooted back too, so that her legs weren’t left dangling off the bed. Quinn kissed her again, not as hard as before, but still harder than Rachel was used to. It took them a few seconds to get used to the new rhythm, but they finally managed to coordinate and stop bumping noses and biting each other accidentally.
Rachel’s hands were on Quinn’s back, just holding on. She felt that this time, Quinn needed to be the one in control. Rachel could tell that it wasn’t something Quinn was used to, because her hands were shaking again and she didn’t really know what to do with them. Rachel didn’t really care, they would have time to figure it out together. She hoped.
Quinn moved to Rachel’s neck and began sucking and nibbling, as if trying to leave a mark. Rachel guessed that she was probably doing exactly that - marking her territory, but then Quinn’s fingers under her skirt finally reached the edge of her panties and she just stopped thinking altogether.
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Quinn was pretty sure that she’d never been so confused in her whole life. She felt sad, furious, and incredibly turned on.
She also thought that the universe (she definitely didn’t want to involve God in this) had to have a really twisted sense of humor. Of all the girls in the world, did it have to be this one?
Quinn understood, from a logical point of view, that there was no way Rachel could have foreseen this. She knew it, she just couldn’t help being angry. And to make things worse, her stupid hands wouldn’t stop shaking and she had no idea how two girls were supposed to have sex - she had assumed that she and Rachel would be on speaking terms when it happened (from now on, assume less; Google more, she noted to herself).
She decided to use the idiot-proof method: touching Rachel where every girl liked to be touched. She figured they would have time for subtlety in the future. She hoped.
When she touched Rachel through her panties and found her incredibly warm and wet, she felt powerful. When she managed to control her nerves, her touch became firm and determined. And when she realized that she'd just made Rachel Berry’s gaze go glassy and heard her moan low in her throat, she was convinced that her brain - and possibly other parts of her body - was going to explode.
She put her hands on Rachel’s hips, lightly caressing, and waited. After a beat, Rachel lifted her lower body from the bed, allowing Quinn to slide down her panties. When they reached her ankles, Rachel assisted her in kicking them off. All that was running through Quinn's head in that moment was, I’m so incredibly gay right now.
From that point on, instinct took over. Quinn explored Rachel with her fingers, trying to figure out what Rachel liked from her sighs and whimpers. When she reached her opening, she hesitated, before pressing three fingers to her entrance. Rachel winced and gasped in slight discomfort, and Quinn considered for a second going ahead anyway, but as angry as she was, she didn’t actually want to hurt Rachel. She settled for just one, sliding it in all the way up to the knuckle and gasping at the weird, wet feeling.
Quinn felt a little silly, with her finger stuck inside someone else’s body, but then Rachel started panting and trying to grind against her hand, and that was pretty cool. She began to feel a throb somewhere low in her stomach, but she didn’t feel confident enough to try multitasking just yet, so she simply ignored it and started pumping her finger in and out of Rachel, going back to kissing her.
Rachel had started to moan in earnest by that point, and it was wreaking havoc on Quinn’s senses. She briefly wondered whether it was possible to have an orgasm without being touched at all, but then suddenly, Rachel ripped her mouth away from hers and whispered in her ear. "Another one." At the same time, she brought her knee up between Quinn’s legs, pressing her thigh against her damp panties.
Quinn felt a fresh pang of raw jealousy and anger - she knows exactly what to do, because she has done it before - but she was too far gone to do anything about it. So she pushed another finger inside Rachel, with maybe a little more force than necessary. Rachel didn’t complain though; in fact, she went wild, bucking and panting and moaning. Quinn swallowed hard, a very different feeling lodging in her throat. She managed to reach Rachel’s clit with her thumb, and after a moment, Rachel tensed and arched her back off the bed, eyes tightly closed, mouth slack. Quinn rode it out with her, marveling at the feeling of Rachel clenching rhythmically all around her fingers. It only took her a few seconds of well-aimed pressing down on Rachel’s thigh and then she was falling too.
Exhausted, she collapsed on top of Rachel, her fingers still inside of her, Rachel’s arms still around her back.
When she felt like she could move again, she rolled slightly off of Rachel and onto her side, wiping her fingers on her shirt. Rachel got on her side too, a sad look on her face.
"Are you going to leave now?"
Quinn shook her head.
"Are we going to be able to make this work?"
She felt blindly for Rachel’s hand, intertwining their fingers. "I’m not sure."
"Do you want this to work?"
Quinn felt tears prickling her eyes, so she looked away, sighing shakily.
"Quinn?"
She forced herself to look at Rachel again.
"Are we going to be okay?"
"I hope so."
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The next morning, things weren’t as awkward as Rachel had anticipated. Quinn seemed to be deep in thought, but not distant, which wasn’t that bad, considering. She figured that it was going to take time, and decided that although she wasn’t by nature a patient person, she could wait for this.
The silence was broken by an impeccably-timed rumble of Quinn’s stomach, making them both chuckle and agree that it was probably time to have breakfast. They got out of Rachel’s room but stopped on the landing, mouths agape.
"Oh come on, that’s bullshit and you know it. Two railroads are more than enough. You already have the other two! It’s a fair trade. No way I’m giving you any money on top of that."
"Is that Santana?"
"Okay, fine. Be that way. I’ll keep being a proud owner of Pennsylvania Avenue then."
"Wait, when the hell did Kurt get here?"
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