Fic: Tomorrow is Saturday (1/1)
Title: Tomorrow is Saturday
Author: cranberry_pi
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Spoilers: Nope!
Summary: A short sequel to Friday. This may end up being an ongoing verse, actually.
WARNING: Contains age!play and consensual regression. It's not everyone's cup of tea, and if you're not into it, you might want to avoid this one altogether, okay?
Quinn’s mind, what she was coming to think of (inaccurately, but it was the best she could come up with) as her older mind, was aware of three things when she awoke. The first was the she was most definitely still Quinnie. It was a surprise to her, because falling asleep in the school washroom had acted as a sort of reset switch earlier, but she imagined it might be due to the fact that her first regression had been nearly by accident, whereas this one had been very much on purpose. The second was overwhelming joy - she didn’t know how this new relationship would play out, of course, but she sensed that Rachel was a part of her she hadn’t known was lost until now, and that from here out the two of them would be all but inseparable as they completed each other. The third was that her diaper was wet. Her older mind retreated, leaving Qunnie to cry softly into her dummy.
Rachel eased the bedroom door open and walked in on the balls of her feet. She didn’t ask what was wrong, just reached between Quinn’s legs and felt her diaper. “Oh, goodness,” she shook her head, “you’re very wet, Quinnie! Rachie will change you, don’t cry - did you want a bath first? Rachie found some bath toys for you!”
Quinn nodded , wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
“Okay, sweetie, come with Rachie,” Rachel helped her out of bed, her wet diaper sagging below the hem of her t-shirt, and untied the strap of her dummy to take it out. “You had a very good nap, Quinnie - Rachie’s very happy with you.”
Quinn looked at her, unsure whether to say anything, and Rachel nodded a confirmation at her. “I sorry I was bad, Rachie,” she sniffled.
“Oh, Quinnie, no - you were only tired, that’s all! I’m not mad.”
“Not mad?” Quinn looked hopeful.
“No, sweetheart, not mad. Come on, now - let’s have a nice bath and get you all cleaned up, okay?”
“’kay,” Quinn agreed with a smile, following her into the bathroom. Rachel stood Quinn in the bath to remove her soggy diaper, throwing it in a nearby garbage can, then began to run the water. Quinn squirmed at the coolness of it on her feet, but smiled happily as it started to warm up. Rachel sat her down, running the water until it was nearly up to her breasts, adding a liberal dose of bubble bath. Quinn splashed happily, and Rachel handed her a duck.
“This was Rachie’s favourite toy, when she was little. His name is Ducky - Rachie wasn’t very creative.”
“Ducky,” Quinn repeated, floating him along the surface of the water. Rachel added a small toy boat and a soft cloth, and sat on the floor watching as Quinn played with her toys. As the water started to cool, Rachel took the cloth.
“Rachie’s going to clean you up now, okay, Quinnie?”
“’kay,” Quinn agreed, continuing to play with her toys as Rachel soaped her up and rinsed her - until Rachel, endeavouring to clean well between Quinn’s legs, prompted a sharp gasp with her ministrations.
“Does that feel good, Quinnie?”
“Mmm - so good, Rachie.”
“Would my good girl like a treat?”
“Please, Rachie,” Quinn begged. “Treat, please?”
Rachel abandoned the washcloth, her fingers tracing Quinn’s nether lips. Her other hand found Quinn’s breast, teasing her nipple between her fingers. Quinn shivered, her taut muscles jumping as Rachel’s fingers found the hard bud of her clit, rubbing, squeezing, pinching, until Quinn cried out in ecstasy, slipping under the water. Rachel pulled her up again, sputtering, and she looked at her with an expression of such pure adoration and love that Rachel nearly melted on the spot.
“Thank you,” Quinn said shyly.
“Good treat?”
“Good,” Quinn nodded, smiling.
“Can I wash your hair, Quinnie?”
“Mmm-kay,” Quinn nodded. Rachel reached for the shampoo, working it gently through the blonde locks, slowly massaging her scalp, until Quinn was sighing with pleasure. “Mmm,” she moaned. Rachel rinsed her hair out, careful to keep the lather from her eyes, and brushed it into pigtails. She let the bathwater out and towelled Quinn dry, ever so slowly, and led her back to the bedroom to put a fresh diaper on her. She reached for a t-shirt, but hesitated.
“Quinnie?” she asked slowly. “Do you want a shirt?”
“I warm,” Quinn shook her head. Rachel cleared her throat.
“I need to talk to Quinn,” she said, and there she was.
“Hi,” she whispered, reaching out to stroke Rachel’s cheek. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” Rachel couldn’t keep the tears from her eyes. “I just - I needed to thank you.”
“What for?”
“For trusting me,” her voice caught. “I mean - you didn’t give a thought to if there’d be open windows, or anything like that, when I asked if you needed a shirt. You’re - this is so amazing to me, Quinn, that you can do this so suddenly, put all this trust in me.”
“I wish I could explain it in a way you can understand,” Quinn bit her lip. “This - this part of me, that you’ve found, that you’ve brought out, it does trust you, so utterly, so completely. When I’m Quinnie, when I’m there in my mind, there’s no doubt. There’s no fear. There’s just utter belief that you’d never do anything to hurt me.”
Rachel nodded, struggling to find her voice. “I want to say something, but it’s only been a few hours, and I’m scared it’s all happened too fast to say something this important.”
“I think I know what you want to say - and you’re right, maybe it is too early,” Quinn said thoughtfully. “But this part of me that only comes out around you - I’ve never been so at peace with myself, and it’s all because of you. If that’s not love, Rachel, I don’t know what it is.”
“I love you too,” Rachel smiled, giving Quinn a chaste kiss on the lips. “I need to talk to Quinnie,” she said softly, and Quinn smiled at her.
“So, no shirt?”
“No shirt,” Quinn shook her head.
“Come on, let’s have some dinner,” Rachel took her hand. “Vegetables?”
“Yuck,” Quinn protested, and Rachel laughed.
“How about pizza?”
“Yay!” Quinn clapped.
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With both girls full of takeout pizza, Rachel curled up on the couch with Quinn in her arms. They watched almost half of The Lion King, and Quinn clapped along with the songs until she started to tire and her eyes began to slip shut. Rachel nudged her. “Bedtime, Quinnie?”
“Tired,” she rubbed her eyes. “I sleep with you, Rachie?”
“Of course, sweetheart,” Rachel led her to bed, checking to see whether she was wet before lying down and pulling Quinn tight against her. They were both asleep in under ten minutes, and slept the night through. When Rachel’s alarm went off to wake them for school, she sighed regretfully before she nudged Quinn awake.
“Rachie?” her voice was sleepy and confused.
“I need to talk to Quinn.”
“Morning,” Quinn whispered. “I’m wet.”
“I’m sorry; we’ll get you out of that right away. It’s time we got prepared for school.”
“Already?” Quinn frowned. “I wish we didn’t have to. Oh - I have no clothes here.”
“I’m sure I have something that would fit - I’ll look while you shower.”
Quinn looked at herself in the mirror, a seventeen year old girl in a sagging diaper. She should, she knew, have thought she was doing something wrong, something perverted - her father would certainly have said so - but all she felt, in that part of her only Rachel could touch, was love. She discarded the diaper into the garbage before climbing in the shower and whistling happily as the spray washed over her.
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Rachel wasn’t sure what to expect when the two of them walked into school the next day. Quinn had promised the day before that she didn’t want to hide their changed relationship, but she couldn’t clamp down on the doubt she felt or the sinking feeling that all they’d experienced the night before would be forgotten in the harsh light of day. But that doubt was erased as they strode through the front doors and Quinn took her hand without preamble.
As it was probably meant to be, the first person to see them with their hands linked was Santana, who did an actual honest-to-goodness double take.
“Uh, Q? I’m not sure if you’ve had a stroke and can’t feel your hand, but the hobbit’s holding on to it. You might want to deal with that.”
“Don’t call my girlfriend that,” Quinn snapped.
“Your - okay, maybe that doctor was right, and I need my hearing checked. Because I know you didn’t just say what I thought you said.”
“Do I need to repeat myself for you? I said don’t call my girlfriend names.”
“Okay, you know what, I was wrong - I think you need to see the doctor. A shrink, maybe.”
Quinn started toward her, but Rachel held her back and whispered in her ear. “Quinnie,” she tried to find the right tone, “Rachie doesn’t want you fighting.” She switched her tone. “Don’t fight, Quinn. Not for me.”
Quinn pulled away, staring at her as if she’d been struck across the face. She stormed away, leaving Santana and Rachel in the hall alone.
“Trouble in paradise already?” Santana smirked. “That can’t be good.”
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Rachel didn’t see Quinn the rest of the day - the classes they shared, she was absent, and she didn’t show up for Glee either. She was nearly frantic by the time she emerged through the front door to find Quinn sitting on a stone bench outside, playing idly with the hem of her shirt.
“Quinn?” she reached out, but Quinn pulled away.
“We need to talk.”
“I don’t understand what I’ve done to upset you.”
“I know. That’s why we need to talk.” Quinn led her back to the Berry house, not saying a word all the way there. They sat down at the kitchen table, and Quinn sighed.
“Please don’t leave me,” Rachel begged - “we’ve only just found each other, and I couldn’t bear - please, Quinn-“
“I’m not going to leave you, Rachel,” Quinn reached over and took her hand. “But I need to explain something to you. What you did to me today was totally wrong.”
“What did I do?”
“When you tried to keep me from fighting Santana, you tapped into that other part of me. The part of me that trusts you completely, that’ll do anything in the world for you - and you used it against me. You used it to make me behave the way you wanted me to. And I wasn’t even going to fight Santana, I was going to step closer and tell her off. But you didn’t wait to see what I did, did you? Instead you abused the connection we have, you forced yourself into me, you violated me, Rachel. Do you understand? Do you get why I’m so angry? That part of me isn’t there so you can make me do things, so you can control me, it’s there to be something special between us. You can’t do that again, not ever - or I really will leave you, because that part of me won’t trust you anymore.”
“I’m so sorry,” Rachel said, tears in her eyes. “I didn’t think of it like that - I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I know that, Rach. And that’s why I’m not leaving. But I need you to understand, okay?”
“I do - I promise you I do.”
“Then we’ll just consider this forgotten - but you need to do one more thing for me.”
“Anything.”
“I need you to apologise to Quinnie. And then I’d like to spend tonight with you, just as Rachel and Quinn. We can go back to Rachie and Quinnie tomorrow. Would that be okay with you?”
“Absolutely,” Rachel promised, tears still leaking from her eyes. “I need to talk to Quinnie.”
“Why you cry, Rachie?” Quinn reached out, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
“Because Rachie was very bad today, she did something very wrong. And she needs to tell you she’s sorry.”
“Is okay, Rachie,” Quinn promised. “Is okay.”
Rachel moved to her side of the table and hugged her tightly, not letting go for a very long time.
Author: cranberry_pi
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Spoilers: Nope!
Summary: A short sequel to Friday. This may end up being an ongoing verse, actually.
WARNING: Contains age!play and consensual regression. It's not everyone's cup of tea, and if you're not into it, you might want to avoid this one altogether, okay?
Quinn’s mind, what she was coming to think of (inaccurately, but it was the best she could come up with) as her older mind, was aware of three things when she awoke. The first was the she was most definitely still Quinnie. It was a surprise to her, because falling asleep in the school washroom had acted as a sort of reset switch earlier, but she imagined it might be due to the fact that her first regression had been nearly by accident, whereas this one had been very much on purpose. The second was overwhelming joy - she didn’t know how this new relationship would play out, of course, but she sensed that Rachel was a part of her she hadn’t known was lost until now, and that from here out the two of them would be all but inseparable as they completed each other. The third was that her diaper was wet. Her older mind retreated, leaving Qunnie to cry softly into her dummy.
Rachel eased the bedroom door open and walked in on the balls of her feet. She didn’t ask what was wrong, just reached between Quinn’s legs and felt her diaper. “Oh, goodness,” she shook her head, “you’re very wet, Quinnie! Rachie will change you, don’t cry - did you want a bath first? Rachie found some bath toys for you!”
Quinn nodded , wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
“Okay, sweetie, come with Rachie,” Rachel helped her out of bed, her wet diaper sagging below the hem of her t-shirt, and untied the strap of her dummy to take it out. “You had a very good nap, Quinnie - Rachie’s very happy with you.”
Quinn looked at her, unsure whether to say anything, and Rachel nodded a confirmation at her. “I sorry I was bad, Rachie,” she sniffled.
“Oh, Quinnie, no - you were only tired, that’s all! I’m not mad.”
“Not mad?” Quinn looked hopeful.
“No, sweetheart, not mad. Come on, now - let’s have a nice bath and get you all cleaned up, okay?”
“’kay,” Quinn agreed with a smile, following her into the bathroom. Rachel stood Quinn in the bath to remove her soggy diaper, throwing it in a nearby garbage can, then began to run the water. Quinn squirmed at the coolness of it on her feet, but smiled happily as it started to warm up. Rachel sat her down, running the water until it was nearly up to her breasts, adding a liberal dose of bubble bath. Quinn splashed happily, and Rachel handed her a duck.
“This was Rachie’s favourite toy, when she was little. His name is Ducky - Rachie wasn’t very creative.”
“Ducky,” Quinn repeated, floating him along the surface of the water. Rachel added a small toy boat and a soft cloth, and sat on the floor watching as Quinn played with her toys. As the water started to cool, Rachel took the cloth.
“Rachie’s going to clean you up now, okay, Quinnie?”
“’kay,” Quinn agreed, continuing to play with her toys as Rachel soaped her up and rinsed her - until Rachel, endeavouring to clean well between Quinn’s legs, prompted a sharp gasp with her ministrations.
“Does that feel good, Quinnie?”
“Mmm - so good, Rachie.”
“Would my good girl like a treat?”
“Please, Rachie,” Quinn begged. “Treat, please?”
Rachel abandoned the washcloth, her fingers tracing Quinn’s nether lips. Her other hand found Quinn’s breast, teasing her nipple between her fingers. Quinn shivered, her taut muscles jumping as Rachel’s fingers found the hard bud of her clit, rubbing, squeezing, pinching, until Quinn cried out in ecstasy, slipping under the water. Rachel pulled her up again, sputtering, and she looked at her with an expression of such pure adoration and love that Rachel nearly melted on the spot.
“Thank you,” Quinn said shyly.
“Good treat?”
“Good,” Quinn nodded, smiling.
“Can I wash your hair, Quinnie?”
“Mmm-kay,” Quinn nodded. Rachel reached for the shampoo, working it gently through the blonde locks, slowly massaging her scalp, until Quinn was sighing with pleasure. “Mmm,” she moaned. Rachel rinsed her hair out, careful to keep the lather from her eyes, and brushed it into pigtails. She let the bathwater out and towelled Quinn dry, ever so slowly, and led her back to the bedroom to put a fresh diaper on her. She reached for a t-shirt, but hesitated.
“Quinnie?” she asked slowly. “Do you want a shirt?”
“I warm,” Quinn shook her head. Rachel cleared her throat.
“I need to talk to Quinn,” she said, and there she was.
“Hi,” she whispered, reaching out to stroke Rachel’s cheek. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” Rachel couldn’t keep the tears from her eyes. “I just - I needed to thank you.”
“What for?”
“For trusting me,” her voice caught. “I mean - you didn’t give a thought to if there’d be open windows, or anything like that, when I asked if you needed a shirt. You’re - this is so amazing to me, Quinn, that you can do this so suddenly, put all this trust in me.”
“I wish I could explain it in a way you can understand,” Quinn bit her lip. “This - this part of me, that you’ve found, that you’ve brought out, it does trust you, so utterly, so completely. When I’m Quinnie, when I’m there in my mind, there’s no doubt. There’s no fear. There’s just utter belief that you’d never do anything to hurt me.”
Rachel nodded, struggling to find her voice. “I want to say something, but it’s only been a few hours, and I’m scared it’s all happened too fast to say something this important.”
“I think I know what you want to say - and you’re right, maybe it is too early,” Quinn said thoughtfully. “But this part of me that only comes out around you - I’ve never been so at peace with myself, and it’s all because of you. If that’s not love, Rachel, I don’t know what it is.”
“I love you too,” Rachel smiled, giving Quinn a chaste kiss on the lips. “I need to talk to Quinnie,” she said softly, and Quinn smiled at her.
“So, no shirt?”
“No shirt,” Quinn shook her head.
“Come on, let’s have some dinner,” Rachel took her hand. “Vegetables?”
“Yuck,” Quinn protested, and Rachel laughed.
“How about pizza?”
“Yay!” Quinn clapped.
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With both girls full of takeout pizza, Rachel curled up on the couch with Quinn in her arms. They watched almost half of The Lion King, and Quinn clapped along with the songs until she started to tire and her eyes began to slip shut. Rachel nudged her. “Bedtime, Quinnie?”
“Tired,” she rubbed her eyes. “I sleep with you, Rachie?”
“Of course, sweetheart,” Rachel led her to bed, checking to see whether she was wet before lying down and pulling Quinn tight against her. They were both asleep in under ten minutes, and slept the night through. When Rachel’s alarm went off to wake them for school, she sighed regretfully before she nudged Quinn awake.
“Rachie?” her voice was sleepy and confused.
“I need to talk to Quinn.”
“Morning,” Quinn whispered. “I’m wet.”
“I’m sorry; we’ll get you out of that right away. It’s time we got prepared for school.”
“Already?” Quinn frowned. “I wish we didn’t have to. Oh - I have no clothes here.”
“I’m sure I have something that would fit - I’ll look while you shower.”
Quinn looked at herself in the mirror, a seventeen year old girl in a sagging diaper. She should, she knew, have thought she was doing something wrong, something perverted - her father would certainly have said so - but all she felt, in that part of her only Rachel could touch, was love. She discarded the diaper into the garbage before climbing in the shower and whistling happily as the spray washed over her.
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Rachel wasn’t sure what to expect when the two of them walked into school the next day. Quinn had promised the day before that she didn’t want to hide their changed relationship, but she couldn’t clamp down on the doubt she felt or the sinking feeling that all they’d experienced the night before would be forgotten in the harsh light of day. But that doubt was erased as they strode through the front doors and Quinn took her hand without preamble.
As it was probably meant to be, the first person to see them with their hands linked was Santana, who did an actual honest-to-goodness double take.
“Uh, Q? I’m not sure if you’ve had a stroke and can’t feel your hand, but the hobbit’s holding on to it. You might want to deal with that.”
“Don’t call my girlfriend that,” Quinn snapped.
“Your - okay, maybe that doctor was right, and I need my hearing checked. Because I know you didn’t just say what I thought you said.”
“Do I need to repeat myself for you? I said don’t call my girlfriend names.”
“Okay, you know what, I was wrong - I think you need to see the doctor. A shrink, maybe.”
Quinn started toward her, but Rachel held her back and whispered in her ear. “Quinnie,” she tried to find the right tone, “Rachie doesn’t want you fighting.” She switched her tone. “Don’t fight, Quinn. Not for me.”
Quinn pulled away, staring at her as if she’d been struck across the face. She stormed away, leaving Santana and Rachel in the hall alone.
“Trouble in paradise already?” Santana smirked. “That can’t be good.”
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Rachel didn’t see Quinn the rest of the day - the classes they shared, she was absent, and she didn’t show up for Glee either. She was nearly frantic by the time she emerged through the front door to find Quinn sitting on a stone bench outside, playing idly with the hem of her shirt.
“Quinn?” she reached out, but Quinn pulled away.
“We need to talk.”
“I don’t understand what I’ve done to upset you.”
“I know. That’s why we need to talk.” Quinn led her back to the Berry house, not saying a word all the way there. They sat down at the kitchen table, and Quinn sighed.
“Please don’t leave me,” Rachel begged - “we’ve only just found each other, and I couldn’t bear - please, Quinn-“
“I’m not going to leave you, Rachel,” Quinn reached over and took her hand. “But I need to explain something to you. What you did to me today was totally wrong.”
“What did I do?”
“When you tried to keep me from fighting Santana, you tapped into that other part of me. The part of me that trusts you completely, that’ll do anything in the world for you - and you used it against me. You used it to make me behave the way you wanted me to. And I wasn’t even going to fight Santana, I was going to step closer and tell her off. But you didn’t wait to see what I did, did you? Instead you abused the connection we have, you forced yourself into me, you violated me, Rachel. Do you understand? Do you get why I’m so angry? That part of me isn’t there so you can make me do things, so you can control me, it’s there to be something special between us. You can’t do that again, not ever - or I really will leave you, because that part of me won’t trust you anymore.”
“I’m so sorry,” Rachel said, tears in her eyes. “I didn’t think of it like that - I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I know that, Rach. And that’s why I’m not leaving. But I need you to understand, okay?”
“I do - I promise you I do.”
“Then we’ll just consider this forgotten - but you need to do one more thing for me.”
“Anything.”
“I need you to apologise to Quinnie. And then I’d like to spend tonight with you, just as Rachel and Quinn. We can go back to Rachie and Quinnie tomorrow. Would that be okay with you?”
“Absolutely,” Rachel promised, tears still leaking from her eyes. “I need to talk to Quinnie.”
“Why you cry, Rachie?” Quinn reached out, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
“Because Rachie was very bad today, she did something very wrong. And she needs to tell you she’s sorry.”
“Is okay, Rachie,” Quinn promised. “Is okay.”
Rachel moved to her side of the table and hugged her tightly, not letting go for a very long time.