Trapped
Title: Worst Superpower Ever ( 2- Trapped)
Rating: PG-13
Length: 800+
Pairing: Faberry
Spoilers: The Substitute. Also, AU for superpowers
Disclaimer: So this is part of the Glee Round Robin set up by the amazing vsquared_k . It has the potential to be really really good fun and anyone who feels they could add to it, in any way, really should have a go. If you want dibs on the next chapter, say so in the comments and then you've got a week to make good.
Prologue
Part 1 by llaurorall
When Rachel didn’t respond, Quinn began the awkward process of dressing whilst trying to keep everything covered up.
Which was harder than she thought. Somehow her cardigan slipped out of her hands twice. It felt like someone was tugging on it or she had stones in her pockets. Keeping a close eye on Man-Hands she finally managed to be fully clothed again. After a much needed deep breath to calm her nerves she approached Rachel, who was still sitting in front of the door her face in her hands.
Rachel couldn't believe her lousy-power had her stranded in a bathroom with Quinn freaking Fabray. She thought accidentally having a go with Ms. Pillsbury was the height of humiliation. Who knew if anyone would find them in this vacated part of the school.
Maybe they would find Quinn but never her, because she probably ended up killed by the royal Queen herself and then stashed under the tiles or something. No one, in their right mind, would ever dare to sneak a peek at the half-naked head cheerio. At least no one would live to tell the tale. Not even Puck mentioned their night together.
And now Rachel had seen more than what would be needed to make her blush. By now she should be used to fate and her powers working together to make her life miserable, but no. She felt like this happened for the first time. Her heart was racing even though she knew Quinn was dressed again. Her face was flushed and though her eyes are squeezed shut she could still see Quinn in front of her. The spankies hugging the blonde's behind just perfectly. You didn't just think that!
“Berry, open your eyes!” Rachel cringed. “Hey, you in there?” Quinn knelt in front of Rachel and looked at her. Her clothes were disheveled and her hair was soaked with something that smelled a lot like a Northern Lite Turtle Latte. All the anger went out of Quinn and she was left smiling because it was a nice change from argyle with slushy to blouse with a side of coffee. “Rachel!” That got the other girls attention. A look of disbelief met her eyes.
Quinn went over to the sink. When she came back with wet paper towels Rachel winced until she realized that the other girl was still waiting for her to stand up. So she did what she was told. “Are you being nice?” She couldn't help but ask while taking the offered towel to clean up. Quinn just shrugged and went to inspect the door.
They really were trapped in a stupid bathroom. Rachel took Quinn's reaction as a sign of a temporary treaty and walked to the mirror. “After all my experience - thanks to you and your minions - I should be used to the sight of me in disarray, but I cannot fathom my current state of garments.” Rachel said with a huff.
Then she realized why she was sporting whipped cream on her clothes. The thought of Ms. Pillsbury's closeness just two minutes ago made her blush again. Quinn stepped closer, her arms crossed as if she was to give a lecture on how one had to speak to her, but the curiosity in her eyes betrayed her pose as a mere act.
“So who's coffee are you wearing? And let me tell you: tan is not your color!” Rachel kept rubbing the stains out of her blouse and tried to explain. “Well there was this uncoordinated incident involving Ms. Pillsbury and her beverage, which had the apparent effect.”
While Rachel was still working on her blouse and got into which colors flattered her complexion, Quinn stared at the other girl's boobs. Because they became visible under the soaked shirt with all the ministrations of the wet towel against it. Quinn's heart rate quickened and she felt this familiar tingling sensation she felt shortly before her stupid power went off. Oh no. She didn't want that. She didn't want Rachel Berry crushing on her added to her problems.
So she took a couple of steps towards the door and a deep breath. Focus, don't freak! If you just relax and find a way out of this damn room everything is gonna be fine.
Too late. A hot and cold wave ran through her and left her body. Seconds later she saw Rachel staring into the mirror. Her hand had stilled and her eyes darkened. The silence in the room was interrupted by heavy breathing. Quinn shut her eyes willing this moment to be over. Rachel was overwhelmed by a sensation she only had experienced once before in a much more private setting. Her knees became weak and her lower abdomen twitched.
Praying to Barbara Streisand, Rachel tried to not have an orgasm in the middle of a bathroom scene with Quinn freaking Fabray's eyes trained on her. But... it was Quinn Fabray looking at her. Beautiful and gorgeous Quinn. What?
They were staring at each others reflections; Quinn almost grimacing on the verge of horror and Rachel with an expression of lust and confusion.
Rating: PG-13
Length: 800+
Pairing: Faberry
Spoilers: The Substitute. Also, AU for superpowers
Disclaimer: So this is part of the Glee Round Robin set up by the amazing vsquared_k . It has the potential to be really really good fun and anyone who feels they could add to it, in any way, really should have a go. If you want dibs on the next chapter, say so in the comments and then you've got a week to make good.
Prologue
Part 1 by llaurorall
When Rachel didn’t respond, Quinn began the awkward process of dressing whilst trying to keep everything covered up.
Which was harder than she thought. Somehow her cardigan slipped out of her hands twice. It felt like someone was tugging on it or she had stones in her pockets. Keeping a close eye on Man-Hands she finally managed to be fully clothed again. After a much needed deep breath to calm her nerves she approached Rachel, who was still sitting in front of the door her face in her hands.
Rachel couldn't believe her lousy-power had her stranded in a bathroom with Quinn freaking Fabray. She thought accidentally having a go with Ms. Pillsbury was the height of humiliation. Who knew if anyone would find them in this vacated part of the school.
Maybe they would find Quinn but never her, because she probably ended up killed by the royal Queen herself and then stashed under the tiles or something. No one, in their right mind, would ever dare to sneak a peek at the half-naked head cheerio. At least no one would live to tell the tale. Not even Puck mentioned their night together.
And now Rachel had seen more than what would be needed to make her blush. By now she should be used to fate and her powers working together to make her life miserable, but no. She felt like this happened for the first time. Her heart was racing even though she knew Quinn was dressed again. Her face was flushed and though her eyes are squeezed shut she could still see Quinn in front of her. The spankies hugging the blonde's behind just perfectly. You didn't just think that!
“Berry, open your eyes!” Rachel cringed. “Hey, you in there?” Quinn knelt in front of Rachel and looked at her. Her clothes were disheveled and her hair was soaked with something that smelled a lot like a Northern Lite Turtle Latte. All the anger went out of Quinn and she was left smiling because it was a nice change from argyle with slushy to blouse with a side of coffee. “Rachel!” That got the other girls attention. A look of disbelief met her eyes.
Quinn went over to the sink. When she came back with wet paper towels Rachel winced until she realized that the other girl was still waiting for her to stand up. So she did what she was told. “Are you being nice?” She couldn't help but ask while taking the offered towel to clean up. Quinn just shrugged and went to inspect the door.
They really were trapped in a stupid bathroom. Rachel took Quinn's reaction as a sign of a temporary treaty and walked to the mirror. “After all my experience - thanks to you and your minions - I should be used to the sight of me in disarray, but I cannot fathom my current state of garments.” Rachel said with a huff.
Then she realized why she was sporting whipped cream on her clothes. The thought of Ms. Pillsbury's closeness just two minutes ago made her blush again. Quinn stepped closer, her arms crossed as if she was to give a lecture on how one had to speak to her, but the curiosity in her eyes betrayed her pose as a mere act.
“So who's coffee are you wearing? And let me tell you: tan is not your color!” Rachel kept rubbing the stains out of her blouse and tried to explain. “Well there was this uncoordinated incident involving Ms. Pillsbury and her beverage, which had the apparent effect.”
While Rachel was still working on her blouse and got into which colors flattered her complexion, Quinn stared at the other girl's boobs. Because they became visible under the soaked shirt with all the ministrations of the wet towel against it. Quinn's heart rate quickened and she felt this familiar tingling sensation she felt shortly before her stupid power went off. Oh no. She didn't want that. She didn't want Rachel Berry crushing on her added to her problems.
So she took a couple of steps towards the door and a deep breath. Focus, don't freak! If you just relax and find a way out of this damn room everything is gonna be fine.
Too late. A hot and cold wave ran through her and left her body. Seconds later she saw Rachel staring into the mirror. Her hand had stilled and her eyes darkened. The silence in the room was interrupted by heavy breathing. Quinn shut her eyes willing this moment to be over. Rachel was overwhelmed by a sensation she only had experienced once before in a much more private setting. Her knees became weak and her lower abdomen twitched.
Praying to Barbara Streisand, Rachel tried to not have an orgasm in the middle of a bathroom scene with Quinn freaking Fabray's eyes trained on her. But... it was Quinn Fabray looking at her. Beautiful and gorgeous Quinn. What?
They were staring at each others reflections; Quinn almost grimacing on the verge of horror and Rachel with an expression of lust and confusion.