Backdated Log: Grayson and Quinn.
WHO: Grayson and Quinn
WHAT: Making up.
WHERE: Quinn's house.
WHEN: Saturday, March 17th.
Quinn thought the party was going well so far. Nobody was too drunk (yet) and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Even Niki being around wasn't so bad. She was a little nervous though because of Grayson. She was pretty sure he would show up, but she hadn't seen him yet. Sam was here too, but Quinn was kind of avoiding him. She thought he was nice and really great, but she was worried Grayson might actually beat him up and she really didn't want that to be her fault.
She took a drink from her plastic cup. It was a spiked fruit punch she made. A little strong, but she thought it had turned out pretty good.
Gray wandered into the party, his eyes scanning for Quinn and that big-mouthed frosh she’d been hooking up with in his absence. It hadn’t been a full month yet and she was already “over him.” Fuck that shit. He was the one that had dumped her. But now he kind of wanted her back. He’d fucked a few girls while he was out in Cali, but none of them had felt quite as good as being inside of her and no one had made him feel like he was feeling with her. He couldn’t stop thinking about her and the idea of other guys anywhere near her made him so angry he couldn’t focus. So yeah, if that Bieber kid wanted to test Gray, his fucking fists were ready and this time, he wouldn’t be holding a slushie.
His eyes settled on Quinn finally, sipping out of a cup and he headed in her direction. As he approached, he took her all in. She was hotter than she was before they started dating and just the sight of her made him think back to that night in his bedroom The memory was sharp, the sound of Quinn’s soft panting in his ear, the way she felt beneath him, it all came rushing back and he had to keep himself from tripping. He sidled up behind her and whispered into her ear, his hand settling possessively on her ass. “Hey, Fabray.”
She was startled by the hand on her ass, but the voice was familiar and it was kind of nice to hear it without any malice. Quinn shrugged him away from her, not wanting his hand on her ass, and looked over at him, her expression annoyed, but she actually was glad that they were back on speaking terms, even if he was mostly being all possessive. "Hey," she said with much disinterest and sipped from her cup again.
He jutted his chin upwards, smoothing his hand down his green tee. “This isn’t bad for a cow-town party. You did good. I could’ve done better, but you’re too good for me now.” His eyes bore into hers, but he offered her a charming smile, reaching out to brush the hair from her face.
"I'm a Fabray," she replied. "We know how to throw a party." Quinn eyed him up and reached her own hand up to brush the hair away before he could. "Yeah, I am too good for you." She raised her chin a little as well, sort of challenging him, but then she looked away, glancing around at the rest of the party.
He stepped closer, invading her personal space and leaning in. “If you were too good for me, you wouldn’t be talking to me, but I can see how your pulse is racing. You still want me, Fabray,” he said, dragging the syllables of her name out. He trapped her between the table and his body and let his lips ghost across her cheek
Quinn looked around for help or an out or Santana. That would probably be the only person who would come over right now and check it out. But no one seemed to be paying either of them much mind, except two annoying Cheerios Quinn hated. She focused back on Gray, on keeping her breathing even. "I don't want you," she said. "Can we not do this right here?" she asked and turned her head, keeping her cheek from his lips.
Gray grinned and pulled back. “Yeah, we can take this to your room if you want to talk. I got all night.” He didn’t really have any plans to go home if he could help it. Not that anyone was expecting him there. He wasn’t even sure where his parents were that evening. He hadn’t read the note they’d left him.
"Not my room," she replied. Yeah, definitely not. Especially since she didn't know where Niki was and for all she knew, he was upstairs in his room. "Come on." She led him through the party and to her father's study. The door was locked, but she had a key. She didn't want anyone messing with his stuff. She unlocked the door and led him inside. She waited until the door was closed before speaking. "I want this to stop. I don't want you, okay?"
Ignoring her words, Gray backed her up against the closed door. He didn’t believe that for a second. If she just wanted to say no, didn’t want him, then why did she lead him in here where they could be alone?
Quinn pressed up against the door and looked at him. She kept her eyes on him until she couldn't anymore. She looked down, away from him. "You really hurt me that day in the hall. You were a jerk and acted like I didn't matter. Like I was nothing." She brought her gaze back up to him. "Why would I want to get back with someone who treated me like that?"
Gray dropped his head with a sigh. “Look. I told you. I was mad, but we were good every other time besides that. I told you, I don’t do the whole girlfriend thing, but I’m telling you I want you back and I’ll even put up with the whole club thing,” he conceded. He still didn’t get why she would risk that when she had everything, but he could ignore it.
It actually meant a lot that he would forget about the whole club thing and get back with her. She knew it had been a shock to him. Though, she did kind of like Sam, but then again, Gray would probably beat Sam's face in if she chose him. And besides, she had missed Gray, and Sam was a freshman... maybe it was better this way. "Can I tell you something you can't tell anyone?"
Well that was fucking random, he thought, but he shrugged anyway, nodding slowly. He moved into her, letting his hands settle around her waist. He’d actually missed her.
"I only joined because Coach made me. And I would have told you that, I wanted to tell you, I just... didn't know how at the time. You can't tell anyone though. She hates that club and wanted me to spy and see if there was a way to shut it down. That's why I joined." She really had missed him too. Quite a lot, actually.
Gray was silent for a moment. He studied her face, looking to see if she was just making this up. Sue was crazy, everyone knew that. So, he could get it, but if she was making it up, she was just really pathetic. When he was satisfied that she wasn’t lying, he tilted his head to the side. “You should’ve just told me.”
"I wanted to. And I really was going to. But then you slushied me," she said softly. She still couldn't believe he did that to her and she wondered what would happen if they did get back together and she did something else that might piss him off.
“Okay, that was kind of a dick move, I know,” he conceded. He wasn’t sorry he’d done it, but at the same time he knew when he had been a total asshole. Usually, he didn’t give a fuck, but she was kind of stuck on it. “I guess I could’ve asked you about it before I did that.”
"You should have. But I guess I could have told you about it sooner," she added. Her tongue ran over her lips, wetting them. She really wanted to kiss him right now.
His eyes followed the movement. He hadn’t tasted her lips in weeks and he leaned forward, pressing his against hers. “You should have,” he breathed as his tongue slid along her bottom lip.
Quinn probably shouldn't be doing this and Santana would probably be pissed when she found out but Quinn didn't care. She had missed him and he was her first. That would always mean something. Her tongue slipped out to flick at his for a moment before she broke the kiss. "We should get back to the party."
Gray nipped her bottom lip and sucked it between his own. “We should stay here for a while. I’ve missed this,” breathed, deepening the kiss. He slid his hands down her back, scratching lightly at the small.
She made an appreciative noise as he kissed her again. She was having a little trouble keeping her head clear about this. She really did miss him, and this, too. Quinn kissed him a little longer before breaking the kiss yet again. “Gray...” She wasn’t sure what she wanted to say. She wanted things to just fall back together like before, but she still felt hurt over how he had acted toward her. She wished this was easier.
His hand guided her forward and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. He ignored how his body almost rejoiced at her taste. He needed to play it cool. He wasn’t some punk. He just wanted what was his.
Fuck it. He was a damn good kisser and if she wanted to get caught up in the moment, then she would let herself. Her tongue met his and she pressed her body into him. She wouldn’t let things get too far, especially with the party going on, but the kissing she could do.
The moment she gave in, he wanted to shout in victory. Instead, he just kissed her harder and tightened his arms around her. He sucked on her tongue slowly, groaning again as she pressed into him.
Quinn whimpered slightly as he sucked on her tongue. She was getting really turned on by this, which meant that he probably was too. That definitely meant things needed to stop soon. She skirted her hand around to his back and ran her fingers up and down lightly.
Her fingers had him twitching a little and he pressed into her stomach a little. Yeah, he wanted things to go further. He kind of needed it after all those other girls hadn’t compared to being inside of Quinn. He let his hands fall to her ass, squeezing gently and rocking her into him.
His hands on her ass wasn't helping her wanting to stop this. She missed him touching her and she wanted to be intimate with him, but that wasn't going to happen. "We really should stop," she said, breaking the kiss as she tried to catch her breath. "I'm not having sex with you." She needed to put that out there. She didn't want him thinking they were going to. Because they weren't.
Quinn’s words were almost a bucket of cold water on his plans, but he nuzzled her neck. “Why should we stop?” He whispered into her ear. “Why don’t you want me?” His teeth raked along the side of her throat.
She breathed in and out slowly, willing herself to have some control. What happened to the Quinn Fabray who was always in control? "Because there's a party going on that I'm hosting." She swallowed hard and put a hand to his chest, but didn't push him away as was her intent. "And I don't just sleep with guys I'm not in a relationship with so."
“Um, but you are with me,” he countered because what did she think he was doing here? Did she think he did this with all the girls? He didn’t. He never had and he wasn’t even sure why he was with her because she was still a fucking loser for joining that club, but at least she had a reason.
Her eyebrows drew together and she pulled back to look him in the eye. She cocked an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Since when? Because last time I checked, you broke up with me and I was casually dating around."
Gray shrugged and looked away from her. “Since I got back from Cali and you were the only chick I wanted to see. Don’t act like those other fools got you like I do. I know that’s not true or we wouldn’t even be in here.” He flashed a smile at her. “Just do what we both want. Say you’re my girl again.”
Her expression softened slightly when he said that. Really? He had been in California, probably seeing a bunch of hot girls, but then he came back and wanted to be with her again? That made her feel really good. "You have to promise you won't do anything like slushieing me again. If you're, like, pissed or something, talk to me first. Okay?"
“Yeah, okay,” he mumbled as his lips descended on hers again. He pushed her back until she was sandwiched between him and the wall and pressed into her again. “So now we can get to the make up sex,” he breathed against her mouth.
"Good-" She kissed him back and then shook her head when he spoke again. "No... no, we can't. There's still a party going on." She paused. "But... but maybe you can stay over or..." That wouldn't work. There was no way she could pull that off with her parents and Niki home. "Or I can go to your place once everyone leaves and I clean some stuff up."
Gray bunched her skirt up and slid his hand underneath. “I could finger you,” he whispered, letting his fingers drift up her thighs. “You could lay back against the wall and let me taste you,” he pushed again.
Quinn told herself to stay strong and she shook her head again. As good as that sounded, to give in and let him make her feel so good, she needed to get back to the party. She didn't want anything crazy to happen in her absence. She pressed her thighs together. She definitely couldn't let him feel how wet she was. "Nope. Not happening now."
He wanted to protest, but he actually liked this new Quinn. So, he relented, pulling back with his hands up. “Yeah, okay, but tonight, you’re staying over my place and I get to do whatever I want to you,” he said in a tone that held no room for question.
Her eyes widened slightly at his response, mostly in surprise. That was a little hot, him having control like that. She hoped that she could trust him, because she wanted to, that he wasn't going to do anything crazy or weird. She nodded. "Okay." Quinn kissed him again, quickly, because she didn't want a make out session to happen. She thought about Sam for a brief moment, but pushed him out of her mind. It was probably better for both of them that things turned out this way.
WHAT: Making up.
WHERE: Quinn's house.
WHEN: Saturday, March 17th.
Quinn thought the party was going well so far. Nobody was too drunk (yet) and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Even Niki being around wasn't so bad. She was a little nervous though because of Grayson. She was pretty sure he would show up, but she hadn't seen him yet. Sam was here too, but Quinn was kind of avoiding him. She thought he was nice and really great, but she was worried Grayson might actually beat him up and she really didn't want that to be her fault.
She took a drink from her plastic cup. It was a spiked fruit punch she made. A little strong, but she thought it had turned out pretty good.
Gray wandered into the party, his eyes scanning for Quinn and that big-mouthed frosh she’d been hooking up with in his absence. It hadn’t been a full month yet and she was already “over him.” Fuck that shit. He was the one that had dumped her. But now he kind of wanted her back. He’d fucked a few girls while he was out in Cali, but none of them had felt quite as good as being inside of her and no one had made him feel like he was feeling with her. He couldn’t stop thinking about her and the idea of other guys anywhere near her made him so angry he couldn’t focus. So yeah, if that Bieber kid wanted to test Gray, his fucking fists were ready and this time, he wouldn’t be holding a slushie.
His eyes settled on Quinn finally, sipping out of a cup and he headed in her direction. As he approached, he took her all in. She was hotter than she was before they started dating and just the sight of her made him think back to that night in his bedroom The memory was sharp, the sound of Quinn’s soft panting in his ear, the way she felt beneath him, it all came rushing back and he had to keep himself from tripping. He sidled up behind her and whispered into her ear, his hand settling possessively on her ass. “Hey, Fabray.”
She was startled by the hand on her ass, but the voice was familiar and it was kind of nice to hear it without any malice. Quinn shrugged him away from her, not wanting his hand on her ass, and looked over at him, her expression annoyed, but she actually was glad that they were back on speaking terms, even if he was mostly being all possessive. "Hey," she said with much disinterest and sipped from her cup again.
He jutted his chin upwards, smoothing his hand down his green tee. “This isn’t bad for a cow-town party. You did good. I could’ve done better, but you’re too good for me now.” His eyes bore into hers, but he offered her a charming smile, reaching out to brush the hair from her face.
"I'm a Fabray," she replied. "We know how to throw a party." Quinn eyed him up and reached her own hand up to brush the hair away before he could. "Yeah, I am too good for you." She raised her chin a little as well, sort of challenging him, but then she looked away, glancing around at the rest of the party.
He stepped closer, invading her personal space and leaning in. “If you were too good for me, you wouldn’t be talking to me, but I can see how your pulse is racing. You still want me, Fabray,” he said, dragging the syllables of her name out. He trapped her between the table and his body and let his lips ghost across her cheek
Quinn looked around for help or an out or Santana. That would probably be the only person who would come over right now and check it out. But no one seemed to be paying either of them much mind, except two annoying Cheerios Quinn hated. She focused back on Gray, on keeping her breathing even. "I don't want you," she said. "Can we not do this right here?" she asked and turned her head, keeping her cheek from his lips.
Gray grinned and pulled back. “Yeah, we can take this to your room if you want to talk. I got all night.” He didn’t really have any plans to go home if he could help it. Not that anyone was expecting him there. He wasn’t even sure where his parents were that evening. He hadn’t read the note they’d left him.
"Not my room," she replied. Yeah, definitely not. Especially since she didn't know where Niki was and for all she knew, he was upstairs in his room. "Come on." She led him through the party and to her father's study. The door was locked, but she had a key. She didn't want anyone messing with his stuff. She unlocked the door and led him inside. She waited until the door was closed before speaking. "I want this to stop. I don't want you, okay?"
Ignoring her words, Gray backed her up against the closed door. He didn’t believe that for a second. If she just wanted to say no, didn’t want him, then why did she lead him in here where they could be alone?
Quinn pressed up against the door and looked at him. She kept her eyes on him until she couldn't anymore. She looked down, away from him. "You really hurt me that day in the hall. You were a jerk and acted like I didn't matter. Like I was nothing." She brought her gaze back up to him. "Why would I want to get back with someone who treated me like that?"
Gray dropped his head with a sigh. “Look. I told you. I was mad, but we were good every other time besides that. I told you, I don’t do the whole girlfriend thing, but I’m telling you I want you back and I’ll even put up with the whole club thing,” he conceded. He still didn’t get why she would risk that when she had everything, but he could ignore it.
It actually meant a lot that he would forget about the whole club thing and get back with her. She knew it had been a shock to him. Though, she did kind of like Sam, but then again, Gray would probably beat Sam's face in if she chose him. And besides, she had missed Gray, and Sam was a freshman... maybe it was better this way. "Can I tell you something you can't tell anyone?"
Well that was fucking random, he thought, but he shrugged anyway, nodding slowly. He moved into her, letting his hands settle around her waist. He’d actually missed her.
"I only joined because Coach made me. And I would have told you that, I wanted to tell you, I just... didn't know how at the time. You can't tell anyone though. She hates that club and wanted me to spy and see if there was a way to shut it down. That's why I joined." She really had missed him too. Quite a lot, actually.
Gray was silent for a moment. He studied her face, looking to see if she was just making this up. Sue was crazy, everyone knew that. So, he could get it, but if she was making it up, she was just really pathetic. When he was satisfied that she wasn’t lying, he tilted his head to the side. “You should’ve just told me.”
"I wanted to. And I really was going to. But then you slushied me," she said softly. She still couldn't believe he did that to her and she wondered what would happen if they did get back together and she did something else that might piss him off.
“Okay, that was kind of a dick move, I know,” he conceded. He wasn’t sorry he’d done it, but at the same time he knew when he had been a total asshole. Usually, he didn’t give a fuck, but she was kind of stuck on it. “I guess I could’ve asked you about it before I did that.”
"You should have. But I guess I could have told you about it sooner," she added. Her tongue ran over her lips, wetting them. She really wanted to kiss him right now.
His eyes followed the movement. He hadn’t tasted her lips in weeks and he leaned forward, pressing his against hers. “You should have,” he breathed as his tongue slid along her bottom lip.
Quinn probably shouldn't be doing this and Santana would probably be pissed when she found out but Quinn didn't care. She had missed him and he was her first. That would always mean something. Her tongue slipped out to flick at his for a moment before she broke the kiss. "We should get back to the party."
Gray nipped her bottom lip and sucked it between his own. “We should stay here for a while. I’ve missed this,” breathed, deepening the kiss. He slid his hands down her back, scratching lightly at the small.
She made an appreciative noise as he kissed her again. She was having a little trouble keeping her head clear about this. She really did miss him, and this, too. Quinn kissed him a little longer before breaking the kiss yet again. “Gray...” She wasn’t sure what she wanted to say. She wanted things to just fall back together like before, but she still felt hurt over how he had acted toward her. She wished this was easier.
His hand guided her forward and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. He ignored how his body almost rejoiced at her taste. He needed to play it cool. He wasn’t some punk. He just wanted what was his.
Fuck it. He was a damn good kisser and if she wanted to get caught up in the moment, then she would let herself. Her tongue met his and she pressed her body into him. She wouldn’t let things get too far, especially with the party going on, but the kissing she could do.
The moment she gave in, he wanted to shout in victory. Instead, he just kissed her harder and tightened his arms around her. He sucked on her tongue slowly, groaning again as she pressed into him.
Quinn whimpered slightly as he sucked on her tongue. She was getting really turned on by this, which meant that he probably was too. That definitely meant things needed to stop soon. She skirted her hand around to his back and ran her fingers up and down lightly.
Her fingers had him twitching a little and he pressed into her stomach a little. Yeah, he wanted things to go further. He kind of needed it after all those other girls hadn’t compared to being inside of Quinn. He let his hands fall to her ass, squeezing gently and rocking her into him.
His hands on her ass wasn't helping her wanting to stop this. She missed him touching her and she wanted to be intimate with him, but that wasn't going to happen. "We really should stop," she said, breaking the kiss as she tried to catch her breath. "I'm not having sex with you." She needed to put that out there. She didn't want him thinking they were going to. Because they weren't.
Quinn’s words were almost a bucket of cold water on his plans, but he nuzzled her neck. “Why should we stop?” He whispered into her ear. “Why don’t you want me?” His teeth raked along the side of her throat.
She breathed in and out slowly, willing herself to have some control. What happened to the Quinn Fabray who was always in control? "Because there's a party going on that I'm hosting." She swallowed hard and put a hand to his chest, but didn't push him away as was her intent. "And I don't just sleep with guys I'm not in a relationship with so."
“Um, but you are with me,” he countered because what did she think he was doing here? Did she think he did this with all the girls? He didn’t. He never had and he wasn’t even sure why he was with her because she was still a fucking loser for joining that club, but at least she had a reason.
Her eyebrows drew together and she pulled back to look him in the eye. She cocked an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Since when? Because last time I checked, you broke up with me and I was casually dating around."
Gray shrugged and looked away from her. “Since I got back from Cali and you were the only chick I wanted to see. Don’t act like those other fools got you like I do. I know that’s not true or we wouldn’t even be in here.” He flashed a smile at her. “Just do what we both want. Say you’re my girl again.”
Her expression softened slightly when he said that. Really? He had been in California, probably seeing a bunch of hot girls, but then he came back and wanted to be with her again? That made her feel really good. "You have to promise you won't do anything like slushieing me again. If you're, like, pissed or something, talk to me first. Okay?"
“Yeah, okay,” he mumbled as his lips descended on hers again. He pushed her back until she was sandwiched between him and the wall and pressed into her again. “So now we can get to the make up sex,” he breathed against her mouth.
"Good-" She kissed him back and then shook her head when he spoke again. "No... no, we can't. There's still a party going on." She paused. "But... but maybe you can stay over or..." That wouldn't work. There was no way she could pull that off with her parents and Niki home. "Or I can go to your place once everyone leaves and I clean some stuff up."
Gray bunched her skirt up and slid his hand underneath. “I could finger you,” he whispered, letting his fingers drift up her thighs. “You could lay back against the wall and let me taste you,” he pushed again.
Quinn told herself to stay strong and she shook her head again. As good as that sounded, to give in and let him make her feel so good, she needed to get back to the party. She didn't want anything crazy to happen in her absence. She pressed her thighs together. She definitely couldn't let him feel how wet she was. "Nope. Not happening now."
He wanted to protest, but he actually liked this new Quinn. So, he relented, pulling back with his hands up. “Yeah, okay, but tonight, you’re staying over my place and I get to do whatever I want to you,” he said in a tone that held no room for question.
Her eyes widened slightly at his response, mostly in surprise. That was a little hot, him having control like that. She hoped that she could trust him, because she wanted to, that he wasn't going to do anything crazy or weird. She nodded. "Okay." Quinn kissed him again, quickly, because she didn't want a make out session to happen. She thought about Sam for a brief moment, but pushed him out of her mind. It was probably better for both of them that things turned out this way.