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Chapter fifteen.
Only three words danced and bounced around Quinn’s head when she rang the doorbell of the Berry household on Friday morning.
“Are you blind?”
No, of course she wasn’t. Those words had come out of Santana’s mouth two days ago as they watched Finn and Rachel perform a song for Nationals. (They won.) She’d been trying to hide her scowl by concentrating on Rachel’s beaming face, but Finn kept obstructing her vision with his gigantic form and his stupid voice and… okay, she knew she was being unfair. He’d moved on, and the only times he acted more than friendly towards Rachel were when they had to perform and he had to put an act, but still, it was pretty hard to control her jealousy once it rose, it was the most challenging emotion to keep in check. Santana, of course, had noticed, and then she’d uttered those words. When Quinn asked her what she meant by it, she had just huffed and rolled her eyes.
No, Quinn wasn’t blind, but had Santana just meant that Rachel didn’t love Finn anymore? Had she meant more than that? That week was the worst week to think about those things. The headaches made it almost impossible to think about anything, really. But when Rachel opened the door with that beaming smile and those bright eyes and those warm arms and soft lips pressing against her cheek… Quinn felt her brain go silly. She may not be blind, her sight was superb, excuse you, but maybe she was a little… stupid, around Rachel.
The brunette pulled her in and dragged her to the kitchen by the hand, where Hiram and Leroy were watching the news and making breakfast. She dug in her bag for the vegan cookies she’d baked with Rachel last afternoon and set them on the island. Leroy was making the orange juices and Hiram was pilling toast onto a plate. Rachel turned around with the almond milk and the cereal box, and Quinn settled in front of her on a stool and started her morning duty of cutting fruit. It wasn’t weird, really. Best friends had breakfast on their best friend’s houses every morning, and their parents knew which jam she liked and how she liked to cut her toast… it wasn’t weird. Was it? Quinn’s mom always went to work early, and the Berrys didn’t want her to eat alone.
Maybe Santana was just trying to mess with her head… it was pretty cruel, giving that she knew how she felt about Rachel, but it was Santana, so… She could admit that their relationship was a little out of the ordinary, but she really didn’t have other best friends slash werewolves to compare. Sometimes she thought she saw something in Rachel’s eyes when she looked at her, the way they were always so bright when they were together. Sometimes she would turn to find Rachel staring at her and she would blush and duck her head, hiding her face on her dark hair…
She realized she was staring and looked away, only to find Hiram looking at her with a small, mysterious smile, like he knew a secret she was a part of. Blushing, Quinn hid her face on her glass and looked to Leroy, who was quickly finishing his breakfast, barely swallowing his cookie as he kissed his husband’s lips and first Rachel’s cheek and then hers.
“Have a good day, Mr. Berry.” She said shyly, receiving his usual playful eye-roll at her politeness.
“We should get going, too.” Rachel announced as she hopped off her stool and grabbed both hers and Quinn’s backpack. The blonde tried to grab her own, but Rachel swatted her hand away and then grabbed it, interlacing their fingers. “Bye, Daddy!” She said cheerfully after kissing his cheek.
“Bye Baby, bye Quinn.” He smiled at them and Quinn felt herself blush, still not forgetting how he caught her staring just a minute ago.
Rachel slumped against the car seat once they were both inside and sighed. Dropping the act completely, she grabbed the Advil from the glove compartment and swallowed it without water.
“I’m dying.” She moaned dramatically.
“Yeah, me too.” Quinn sighed, turning the ignition. ”At this point, I don’t know how I’ll drive us back today.”
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Rachel’s head felt more and more constricting as the day passed, like her brain was pounding inside of it, beating against her temples. She felt as if she wouldn’t survive through lunch, and one look at Quinn at their shared AP History class told her the blonde definitely wouldn’t. Quinn was paler than usual, but her cheeks were a bright scarlet, and Rachel could hear her breathing through her mouth. Although she didn’t want to admit it, and even if it hurt her heart, Rachel noticed they got like this every time they didn’t hunt the month before. Their bodies were used to the changes by now, they could handle their sight and their hearing, and their muscles weren’t hurting anymore by the cramps they used to get because of their strengthened muscles. But maybe they needed to hunt in order to get that adrenaline that wired their bodies, otherwise they woke up more tired after the transformation and their bodies couldn’t handle the week before, were too weak to handle the headaches and muscle pains.
When the bell rang, Quinn was hiding her face in her arms resting on their shared desk. Sighing, Rachel ran a hand through her blonde hair, gently scratching her nails against her scalp, and Quinn shuddered before whining and turning her head to look at the brunette.
“How about we go home, hmm?”
Quinn nodded, resting both shaking palms against the desk and pulling herself up. They walked all the way to the car, Quinn’s arm around Rachel’s shoulders and the brunette’s arm around Quinn’s waist, when she realized she’d forgotten her house keys.
“Lay down in the back seat and I’ll go get them from my locker, okay?” At the blonde’s nod, Rachel headed for the school again.
“Hey, where are you going?” Brittany fell into step with her on the hallway, resting her arm around Rachel’s shoulders.
“To my locker.”
“No, silly, I mean with Quinn.”
“Oh, um… she’s not feeling so well, so I’m taking her home.”
“What’s wrong with her?”
“Nothing serious, Britt, just a stomachache. “
“Oh.” Brittany’s face brightened considerably. “You should just give her tons of lady kisses; those always make me feel better.”
“Wha -um… I don’t…” Rachel straightened from picking up her keys from the floor, blushing profusely. “I’m not sure Quinn would want them, I mean, it’s not -we don’t -“
Brittany gave her a pitiful look.
“Oh, Rach.” She patted her head with one hand and Rachel frowned. “Of course she’ll want them. She’ll love them!”
“Um… actually, I don’t think -“Rachel cleared her throat.
“She’ll love your lady kisses because she loves you!” The blonde beamed, as if she was just talking about the lovely weather while Rachel felt her heart rise to her throat and then lower to her stomach, bouncing up and down.
“Of course, I mean, she’s my best friend, but it’s not the same as, as-“
“She’s - in - love - with - you.” Brittany said very slowly, bowing to look at Rachel straight in the eyes. Then she straightened and beamed once more. “She told us when she was drunk. So trust me, lady kisses.”
Rachel watched her leave bouncing down the hallway, as if she just didn’t… didn’t say… She closed her mouth, reach down for her keys on the floor once more, and numbly walked out of the school. Once in the parking lot, Rachel froze on her spot, unable to walk past the two cars that separated her from Quinn’s. Had that really just happened? Had Brittany actually understood what Quinn might have possibly told her when she was drunk? The pounding of her heart inside of her body -all over her, was now accompanied with tingles. Her hands shook, and her head felt like it was cracking right in the middle. Now was really not a good time to be having such a revelation. A revelation that maybe… Rachel bit her lip to stop herself from grinning to wide, or possibly cry. She didn’t want to get her hopes up, what if Britt just misunderstood? But… no. Something inside of her, that pull in her chest every time she looked at Quinn, every time she caught her looking back, every time she made her blush, those times when she wanted a hug, or a kiss on the cheek, and Quinn beat her to it, as if they were connected… as if…
Rachel stopped herself from looking at Quinn until she was on the safety of the car, sitting on the front seat. The blonde was already asleep, curled on the backseat with a frown on her face. She was so pretty, Rachel wanted to reach out and smooth that frown with her fingers, or with her lips, and just the thought that Quinn might possibly let her…
She knew they couldn’t talk about it when they were like this, barely conscious, if there was even an it to talk about, so she just gently woke her up without a word when they got to her house. Quinn extended her arms for Rachel to pull her up, and when she did, the blonde fell gently onto her body and hugged her lightly, resting her head against Rachel’s. The brunette’s body did all kinds of things inside of her, her stomach twisted, her heart clenched, she inhaled deeply, Quinn’s perfume fogging her mind even more so… Quinn kissed her cheek softly, Rachel could feel the press of lips against her skin for a second and then the blonde pulled away, waiting for Rachel to lock the car and then grabbing her hand as they walked inside the Berry house and headed upstairs to Rachel’s room.
It wasn’t new, they had done all those things before; hugging and kissing and walking hand in hand, but suddenly it didn’t feel the same. And when Quinn got under the covers, Rachel lay down as well, but she was stiff, suddenly very awake, almost wide eyed…
“Are you okay?” Quinn whispered, her voice rough and sleepy. She sat up shakily when there was no response. “Do you need me to get anything for you? Are you… cold or hungry or…?”
“No, Quinn.” Rachel said softly. She suddenly didn’t know why she was so nervous. It was just Quinn… who took care of her, and protected her, and loved her. How could she have been so blind? “Let’s just rest.”
The blonde frowned, but Rachel relaxed against the bed and under the covers and so she followed. Rachel sighed deeply, turned her head to look at Quinn and smiled.
“Come here.” She opened her arms and, like a magnet, Quinn settled between them and against her. Rachel tangled both hands in blonde hair. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, we should… just sleep.” Her eyes were drifting shut as she spoke.
Rachel smiled and bowed her head to kiss Quinn’s cheek. When it landed right in the corner of her mouth, she figured Quinn wouldn’t mind.
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Quinn felt a different kind of adrenaline at seeing her wolf ran up to her. There was something on the air around them, it didn’t smell or feel different, but it was there, like a change of energy, if such thing were possible. She wondered for a fleeting second about what they were going to do, but everything flew from her mind once Rachel reached her. They greeted as usual, perhaps a little more enthusiastically, and that made her think that perhaps her wolf felt the change as well.
She followed her running to the clearing, growling playfully at her at first, but Rachel seemed on a more serious mood, if her posture when they stopped was any indication. She seemed to be listening intently, but… it couldn’t be. Quinn approached her and nudged her muzzle against Rachel’s with a little whine, and her wolf surprisingly licked her face in response, letting her tongue fall to the side afterwards. It looked like the closest thing to a smile they would ever get to do, and Quinn felt the rush of adrenaline all over again. She mimicked Rachel’s position, straining her ears to the sounds between the woods, although she wouldn’t act on anything unless her wolf did it first.
They spent a fair amount of time there, the wind was blowing softly and the grass was greener than ever, but not even the good weather seemed to make animals get out of their hidings. Quinn lay down after a while, still alert but relaxing her body. If they didn’t find anything, it wasn’t such a problem for her.
She was watching a firefly with more attention that she would have normally, just to have something to do, when she felt Rachel straightened beside her. Quinn stood up, alert, and could immediately smell it as well. It was almost like déjà vu, the way the coyote’s smell flooded her senses, but it was different, because this time she could hold back. But Rachel didn’t seem to be thinking the same, and took the lead in the chasing that was usually reserved for Quinn, just because the golden wolf was always the first to lose control. It wasn’t like that, this time, because every single one of the dark wolf’s moves was calculated and deliberate. Quinn followed her a hair behind, forcing her nostrils and ears to locate their prey better. But Rachel was already ahead of her, running faster along the trees until she pounced. Quinn landed next to her a second later, and the coyote didn’t have time to make a sound.
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Rachel woke up with the sun shining on her face, her back against the grass and something akin to heartburn all over her body. There was a second, as she turned around, in which she took in Quinn, laying wide eyed next to her. Her hair was tussled, her chest was heaving; she could hear her shallow breathing and smell every single scent on her body. There was earth, grass, a metallic smell of blood, the unique perfume that was Quinn, and…
There was no time for the whimper to escape her lips as they clashed forcefully against Quinn’s. She didn’t know, couldn’t think, of which one of them moved first, because her body was tensing and relaxing and burning all at the same time. Every single soft patch of Quinn’s warm skin was suddenly against her own, pressing and sliding against her, and Rachel could feel her eyes rolling to the back of her head, making her hands clench unwillingly to the skin of the blonde’s back, digging her nails in as Quinn’s tongue met her own. The sound that left Quinn’s mouth, entering her own, had her back arching. Quinn’s hands were running up her back, to her neck, to her face, brushing her thumbs against every inch of it before cupping her cheeks and pulling their lips apart as softly as she could.
Rachel took in her eyes, dark and blown, and the heat on her face that spread along her neck and chest. The sun that shone above them as background seemed to serve as a halo, making Quinn look that much more like an angel than ever before, and her eyes managed to shine, even with her pupils dilated like that, as she searched Rachel’s face, and then a devilish grin spread on her face as Rachel craned her neck up to join their lips once again. Rachel whimpered and exhaled, breathless, and Quinn took her bottom lip between her own. Her body shook as their breasts pressed together, and she couldn’t have managed to stop, even if she’d wanted to. This impulse, the pull in her chest, it wasn’t something she could get a hold of, but Rachel didn’t feel hostage by the feeling, it liberated her. Her palms dragged down Quinn’s hair to her back, never minding the dirt she left on her path, as Quinn dragged her lips softly along her jaw and down her neck.
“I love you, I love you.” Rachel breathed out.
Quinn groaned, pressing her knees and her left palm against the ground, lifting herself to a sitting position and carrying Rachel along with her, wrapping her right arm around her torso. Rachel sneaked both arms around her neck and moved her legs to imprison Quinn’s body between them, her head ducked to that pale, long neck and her lips reverently traced that faint scar only visible to them by now.
“Baby, I love you too, Rachel…” Quinn didn’t know what to say or do to make that bubble in her chest, expanding and beating and heating, explode. The feel of Rachel’s warm body completely at her reach, above and around her, made her dizzy, without any other possibility but to trace her hands down her back, around her stomach, feeling as its muscles quivered. She swallowed Rachel’s gasp as she cupped her breasts, not missing the way her hands treaded in her hair and her legs squeezed her waist. She’d never held anything as soft as Rachel, as strong and fragile all the same when she relaxed against her.
But she could be more than delicate, raking her nails down her back as Quinn lowered her head to give into taste, feeling something akin to an epiphany when her tongue swirled around and Rachel released the most beautiful sound. She had to taste everything, everywhere; she had to make her produce that sound again, and more sounds like that, and longer and louder… soon they were on the ground again, and Rachel was on top of her and her hands were… Quinn’s brain shot down with sensory overload, only managing to grasp Rachel’s hips before the brunette’s hands started kneading and stroking and caressing, and suddenly sounds were coming from her mouth and she couldn’t stop them.
“Kiss me, please…”
The words were no sooner uttered and Rachel’s lips met her own, softly and slowly. Quinn brought both of her hands to the brunette’s cheeks, stroking them and keeping her in place. Her hips jolted upwards when their tongues met, and Rachel’s eyes popped open, locking with her own. The soulful brown penetrated into her brain, sending heat all over, warmth of passion and of love.
Quinn took a deep breath and lifted her hips again, this time gently and purposely. She watched as Rachel’s eyes transformed into something else, black coal and piercing as she licked her lips. Their lips met again, but Rachel’s right hand stoked a path from the middle of her chest, casting goose bumps down to her stomach. Quinn shivered and her muscles jumped, but Rachel stayed there, kissing her softly and stroking her skin all over, down to her legs and the back of her thighs. She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her mouth into Rachel’s when her hand squeezed her inner thigh, and it seemed as if Rachel had lost herself on the smoothness and softness and forgotten what Quinn craved, but not for long after that sound.
Their lips lingered millimeters from each other’s and Rachel’s eyes met her own before her middle finger glided inside, their gasps mingled in the little air between their mouths, and Quinn lost all sense of self-awareness when Rachel touched a place that made her body shook again. Her hands finally released the brunette’s face, desperate to anchor somewhere to keep her from going mad. She didn’t know if Rachel knew what she was doing, but it definitely seemed like it. Quinn couldn’t help to lift and rotate and thrust her hips to keep the pace and not have their skin away for a second as her hands found security on Rachel’s back, digging her nails into the skin under her shoulder blades.
“I love you.” Rachel murmured to her against her ear, out of breath. “I can’t believe you love me, you’re so gorgeous.” She sighed. ”Do you feel good?” Quinn nodded frantically, trying to suppress some of the sounds she was making, but her body was not on her control now, it was in Rachel’s.
Her right hand stroked down the brunette’s back to her ass, making Rachel’s hips jolt forward, and then around and between her legs. Rachel made the most amazing sound she’d ever heard when she cupped her hand there and felt the wet heat.
“Oh my God.” She gasped in awe, her hips shooting upwards into Rachel’s hand.
“Quinn.” The brunette sighed, resting their foreheads together. “I’ve never…”
“It’s okay.” She breathed out.
Quinn didn’t know exactly what to do, but she didn’t dwell on it. She felt and explored and knew what the right place for her fingers to be was when Rachel released another one of those amazing sounds that seemed to make the earth quiver.
“You feel amazing.” Quinn moaned into Rachel’s mouth.
She wasn’t sure what her body was doing, she didn’t try to control it. She just knew they were moving against each other in all the right ways and touching and kissing all the right places. Every movement of their bodies, every stroke of their hands, every kiss and suck of their lips and every lick of their tongues… everything felt overwhelming, breathtaking, extraordinary. They mumbled and gasped against each other’s lips, trying to put into words how they felt, what they wanted, but their bodies knew better in the end.
Their touches started to get more frantic and desperate as Quinn felt herself full with something about to explode, her body shaking and quivering. Her back arched and her muscles tightened, her lungs were deprived of air, her mouth fell open and her head pressed against the grass, her neck arching as well. The hand clutching at Rachel’s back moved to the ground, gripping grass and a fistful of earth as she came. Rachel’s mouth fell against her own, swallowing her sounds, and her brain felt dizzy from the sensations and the lack of breath. And suddenly, Rachel’s hand moved from between her legs and held Quinn’s hand on the grass, entwining their fingers, holding for dear life as she hid her face on a long, pale neck, coming undone after her.
Quinn slumped against the grass, her chest heaving, arms moving like magnets to hold Rachel against her. The brunette lifted her head a little to rest her lips against the underside of Quinn’s jaw as they catched their breaths.
They were sweaty, with earth and grass sticking to their skin and dried leaves between their tussled hair, and Rachel never felt purer. She saw the blush that came from Quinn’s face all the way down to her neck, and guessed the blonde realized what they’d just done.
“I’m in love with you.” She declared before Quinn could say anything. “I know now I’ve never loved someone like this before, almost… supernaturally.”
Quinn chuckled.
“I’m in love with you, too.” The blonde said it with such naturalness it made Rachel tingle all over. “And I love you, and I want to protect you, and I think you’re gorgeous, and -“
Rachel’s lips silenced her, at least for a while.
“I’ve waited a really long time to do that.” Rachel smiled shyly.
“I’ve waited more.” Quinn bit her lips between her teeth, her eyes sparkling.
Rachel laughed quietly and the blonde tightened her hold on her torso, hiding her face in the brunette’s neck and nuzzling her nose there.
“We’re not doing that again until I take you on a date.” Rachel stated softly but confidently.
“Mhmm.” Quinn nodded, pressing her lips softly against the skin at her reach.
“Maybe two dates.”
“Mhmm.” The blonde dragged her lips from Rachel’s neck up to her chin.
“Quinn, are you listening to me?”
“Mhmm.” Her lips moved along Rachel’s jaw to her ear.
“Perhaps I should wait until I’m twenty five.” The brunette bit her lip, trying not to laugh.
“Uh -what?” Quinn lifted herself up on her elbow, trying not to look scandalized at what Rachel had said.
“I’m kidding, silly.”
Rachel’s screaming giggles made the birds fly away when Quinn attacked her neck with kisses.