V-DAY EXCHANGE FIC! when you're smiling, for darklashes03
Title: when you’re smiling
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Rachel/Quinn, Puck, Santana
Word count: 4,192
Recipient: darklashes03
Warnings: sex and inebriation
Disclaimer: The characters aren’t mine.
Summary: Quinn and Rachel get drunk at a party.
A/N: I did a mash-up of your prompts. And a thousand thanks to my beta stainofmylove who is a hero. Any mistakes you see are my own.
“I encourage you to touch me.”
The girl’s voice pierced through the party atmosphere like an arrow, carrying over to where Quinn was sitting on the couch and laughing with her friends. She looked over, intrigued by the word choice and ready to judge. Puck, the boy her father would never approve of, turned faster, a leer already in place and a nasty joke in mind.
Actually, that’s what Quinn thought she’d see: someone joking around. What she saw was dumb and annoying.
“What, you coming on to me?” Alex from gym class asked, standing her ground and sipping from her red cup to show how unaffected she was by the other girl. A small circle had formed around the two girls…the other girl being none other than Rachel Berry, complete with her knee socks and ‘American Doll’ get-up.
Rachel had her arm crossed and her chin tilted up, radiating a kind of mean arrogance that got under Quinn’s skin instantly. There was a tense silence under the blare of the music. It wasn’t as if fights didn’t happen; it was a party. That’s why she went with football players, hellloo.
But this was like an adult fight. Hence: “No, I’m providing an example of when it’s lawfully appropriate to touch someone. I have legal rights. I’m doing you a favor by making you aware of the consequences. And there will be consequences. If you push me down again, my fathers, who are lawyers, will be very distressed when I come home with a limp a day before a dance competition…and with all these witnesses, I’d advise against it. I’m doing you a favor, you know.”
Puck’s eyebrows almost shot up to his Mohawk.
Alex paled and backed off. Another beat or two, with Rachel’s eyes never wavering. She didn’t even look ashamed.
“Hey, this song sucks man! I’m changing it,” someone shouted next to the stereo system, and the tension that was holding them all rooted there (as if something bad would happen if it didn’t break)-did just that, instead of shattering just turned to mist and went away. Quinn sighed and turned her back on Rachel. She was planning on ignoring the mean nerd until Puck nudged her with his arm.
“Can you believe that bitch?”
“I pretend she’s a figment of Couch Sylvester’s imagination. She just exists to annoy me when I’m not practicing.”
“That’s seriously evil.”
Quinn shrugged. Santana sat besides her too suddenly and almost made her spill her drink.
“Can you believe that bitch?”
“Yes, she’s always like that,” Quinn settled for short-hand this time.
“Well?” Santana asked, sneaking a look over her shoulder.
“Ignore her. Not worth the time. We should be pissed at whoever invited her.”
“She came alone,” Santana said, scandalized. “Can you believe that? I think her dads dropped her off.”
Puck turned his cup in his hands, thinking hard. He wasn’t dumb, he just put his mind to things that were unthinkable and unusual and mean…sometimes. But he was protective and a good enough guy…sometimes. He felt put down, just like everyone else in the room had felt put-down by Berry’s little outburst.
“Do you want to go to the other party downtown?” Puck asked. Because of Rachel Berry. Quinn pursed her lips.
“No. No, this can still be a fun party,” she said. “For us.”
“Not for her,” Santana said, leaning forward to be a part of the prank.
“Any ideas?” Quinn asked, waiting to see what Puck could think up. He was useful for this kind of thing.
“Well, I’ve been reading up on this stuff….because, and sexual harassment is total sewage too.”
“…You mean, sue…oh come on,” Quinn said. “She wouldn’t know what to do if you came on to her.”
“I have a rep for a reason, babe. She’ll do the harassing. She’s wound up so tight, you know.”
“Camera phone,” Santana said, getting excited about the plan. “We’ll catch her jumping Puck’s bones.”
“Exactly. We’ll threaten to email it to the whole school if man-hands threatens to sue anyone. I bet we can throw a slushie in her face the rest of the year,” Puck finished, obviously proud of himself.
This was why she chose Finn to date officially.
“That’s believable. Big bad football player molested by a glee club member. Sounds like a plan,” Quinn said drily.
“Then what’s yours?”
Quinn swirled her drink and thought about Puck’s little plan. Puck was wanted by all the girls, but no one would blame Berry if she jumped Puck’s bones. In fact, Puck seemed a little eager for her liking. Quinn wouldn’t care about this situation if not for that one little fact.
Then it hit her, and she raised an eyebrow, impressed with herself.
“How about this? Let’s say I go to help man-hands, take her upstairs to get her away from it all, and then poor suppressed lesbo tries to molest me. I can make her think I’m being nice and then pull her on top of me. Then-that’s where you come in. Click, a picture is worth a thousand words.”
“…Damn. That’s so fucked up. I love it,” Puck said with a devious grin.
Quinn smiled and shoved her drink in Puck’s hands, told him to be ready when she took Rachel upstairs, and generally be prepared to be amused.
***
“This isn’t what I ordered,” Rachel was saying at the bar as Quinn came up from behind her. “This tastes like suspiciously prune juice. I think you did something wrong to it.”
“Not really. Prune juice is supposed to taste like, oh, prune juice.”
Ew. Rachel recoiled, blinking in shock and anger.
“Here, let me handle this,” Quinn said, plucking the drink from Rachel’s shaking hands and slamming it back down on the table.
“Give her what she what she asked for, now, or I’ll tip Figgins off to a locker search for you. And we both know what’s in your locker.”
Rachel looked confused, but Brian did not. He rolled his eyes. “Fine. I don’t remember what it was-”
“A Cosmopolitan, though I’d settle for a martini,” Rachel answered promptly. Quinn bit her lip.
“And you forgot that? Really?” Quinn asked Brian.
“It’s not a big deal. I can handle it myself,” Rachel said strongly.
“Give her a screwdriver like we’re all having. You want to have what we’re all having, right? It’s the best.”
Rachel considered it. “I’ve never come across that in my reading, but…all right.”
“I’ve seen your picture on a bottle,” Brian said to Rachel, making the drink, and oh Quinn sensed trouble. Rachel, on the other hand, did not.
“Oh, I’ve been a Gerber Baby in the past, but I doubt that’s what you mean. I went for a recent shoot-”
“This bottle,” Brian said and pointed to a Captain Morgan bottle abandoned edge of the counter. Rachel’s face fell.
“You know, I’d invite you to my club, but learning how to abstain from sex shouldn’t be a problem for you-who’d agree to do the deed with you in the first place?” Quinn answered and quickly took the drink from him before he could toss it.
She turned and ushered Rachel away through the crowd. “Here’s your drink. Don’t let him get you down.”
“You…” Rachel took the drink as if she couldn’t believe she was holding it. “I must admit, I didn’t expect your help,” Rachel said, dropping her eyes as if she were ashamed of thinking poorly of her. “That was noble of you, to take up for a stranger.”
“You’re not a stranger.” You’re just strange, Quinn thought. “Us girls have to stick together, right?
“That’s right,” Rachel said, an almost shy smile on her face. “Wow. I’ll have you know, I’ve been too several-almost too many-parties before but never one quite like…this.”
“Ah. I’ve been to several kinds of parties too,” Quinn said, not about to be outclassed.
“Where are your friends? Should we sit with them?” Rachel asked brightly, hopefully. “I was hoping there would be more dancing.”
“Oh, they’re just around, but how about we go upstairs and hang out there? I mean I can barely hear you over this music, and it seems like you need a break.”
“This music,” Rachel said darkly. “I was about to suggest another selection, but I don’t think they’d appreciate it. Yes, let’s go upstairs.”
Quinn met Puck’s gaze and winked as she led the way upstairs, into a quaint little bedroom. There were noises coming from behind the doors that lined the hall, and she saw Rachel stare at them in puzzlement. She tried not to laugh and opened a room that wasn’t occupied.
“This room could be much improved by a feng shui expert,” Rachel commented after Quinn had closed the door.
“Careful, this could be my room,” Quinn said, to make her feel bad for the comment and then have Rachel fall over herself with apologies-people always were amazed that she’d forgive them.
“Oh but you live in Green Place…”
“Do you drive by my house often?” Quinn asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I don’t drive. I walk. I take dance lessons near your street.”
“Huh. I’ll sleep better with that news. Sit down.” Quinn took Rachel’s arm and led her to the bed. Getting comfortable, she curled her legs underneath her. She waited to hear Puck’s caveman feet down the hall.
“Why aren’t you drinking tonight?” Rachel piped up. Oh damn, she’d actually have to talk to this person.
“Oh, I’m not. Let me fix that,” she said and took another deliberate sip.
“You were acting before. I’ve been watching you all night,” Rachel said, seemingly curious. Creepy but Quinn could handle this.
“Between you and me, I don’t really believe in alcohol but Jesus did turn water into wine.” This should make Rachel feel as if they were on the ‘same side’ of this whole unfortunate social affair. Sometimes Christianity was a nice little tool to use.
“Then you’re a beginner at this sort of thing. Don’t worry, I couldn’t tell,” Rachel said in a soothing tone.
Quinn bit her lip, counting to ten. “I just didn’t want to make you feel weird about maybe not being able to handle alcohol.”
Rachel’s lips pursed and she took a sip of her drink. “I can handle any challenge. Whether I choose to do it or not is another matter entirely.”
“Aw, we have something in common,” Quinn said in mock sweetness. Technically they did in that small respect but Rachel was a complete friendless failure, so…
Quinn took a bigger swig of her drink. It burned as it went down her throat, but the end result was that she was feeling calmer around Rachel. Powerful and ease and the captain of this ship, thank you very much. As Quinn predicted, Rachel took yet another swig of her drink.
“You also have as good of taste as I do,” Rachel commented and touched the hem of Quinn’s red dress lightly, her fingertip crossing the line between the soft fabric and her skin. She was aware of how close Rachel was, and smirked. “You look beautiful tonight.”
“Well, not everyone could wear this dress,” Quinn felt inclined to point out. Then she thought about throwing the girl a bone. When Puck came in, it’d be all the more crushing. “Maybe with some alterations work, you could wear it too.”
Rachel beamed at her. “You know, I’d love to wear your dress. Now would be nice, but I don’t see how we could both wear…unless you want to wear my clothes. Which I don’t really like other people touching my clothes without stating their reason. I found Howard one time trying to sniff my socks so I’m sensitive about the issue.”
“I can understand why,” Quinn said, disturbed.
“It’s not as much that as he implied that I don’t wash my socks. I plan to force him to sniff them again and see if he dares to say it.” Then Rachel gave her a messy grin. Okay. Mission accomplished, Berry was completely sloshed and ready for her close-up.
“You should lay back,” Quinn advised, oh-so-sweetly, and then she settled back as well, getting ready. Rachel’s knee sock-clad leg brushed against her leg, and Quinn reached down and pushed her finger in-between the material and Rachel’s skin.
“Mm. So you do shave,” she observed.
“Why are you a Cheerio?” Rachel asked, slurring slightly.
Quinn was instantly reminded of Puck’s ‘Got Milk’ jokes and smiled. “Why not?”
“Everyone has their reasons for doing something.”
“We’re not in school, Berry. Do you want me to write you an essay?”
“Technically impossible. No paper.”
“I could write on you,” Quinn joked. She meant it as a joke. Just a little joke.
“I bathe, so that’s unpractical. I would have thought you’d answer immediately that you loved cheerleading. With enthusiasm.” Rachel turned to her and propped her head up on her elbow, studying her as if she was her latest exam.
“Hello, I do,” she said harshly, expecting to see the girl recoil from her. Rachel merely waited for her to finish her answer. “It is hard work. I make it look easy but that’s because I’m good at it.”
“And people like you for it.”
“What do you think?” Quinn answered because it was the truth and she wasn’t ashamed of it. She loved being on top of the pyramid with a crowd cheering, and she loved being loved and safe and having a place.
“What if you weren’t a cheerleader someday?”
“Someday, I won’t be,” Quinn said. “And they’d still like me.”
“So, if you weren’t a cheerleader now, your friends would still be your friends?”
“What the hell are you trying to imply?” Quinn asked, her peaceful doze starting to break. Rachel was leaning over her, too close for comfort, but again-no backing down from any challenge. Any.
“That’s it better not to care if people like you or not. I’m doing the same myself.”
“And you think I’m doing that? And way to give yourself away. You just want attention,” she was blunt, and Rachel’s face crumbled. Made her feel as if she had finally knocked Berry down to earth, and…she felt a twinge of regret. Very small twinge.
Shit. She was drunk.
“I don’t believe that’s unreasonable. It is tough, being talented. But if they don’t want to hear, then that’s their loss…” This statement finished up very shakily.
“Aren’t you special,” Quinn said bitterly, looking straight up at the skylight.
“Everyone has something special to offer inside of them,” Rachel said, touching the inside of her arm, and Quinn felt the spark all the way up to her fingers. “Everyone.”.
“Even me?” Quinn mocked her, dropping the game completely and putting as much poison in her words as she could.
“Especially you,” Rachel answered, determined. “You’re confident and go for what you want.” Quinn wanted to tune her out but couldn’t quite manage to do that, feeling strangely wounded by the sudden compliment. “You just got to know that you love something and work for it, and the world will love you. So, find something special in performance…”
“And that’s okay with you?” Quinn asked angrily, calling Rachel on what she perceived to be bullshit. Rachel would never want anyone else to have the spotlight as a performer.
“Something unique for you,” Rachel corrected, again unfazed. What was it with this girl? “I do want my own niche for people to love me-.”
“Won’t work, sweetie, until you actually give a damn about other people.”
It’s not as if Rachel had actually loved anyone other than herself. And if she never did, she’d always be nothing.
That was when Quinn paused for the first time, thought about what she had said. Something inside her chest twisted horribly, nearly unbearably painful, and she hated that…and hated where she was, with Rachel staring at her.
Rachel opened her mouth to say something obnoxiously understanding, and Quinn grew instantly desperate and upset. She didn’t want to be told…and then she heard a footstep. She was saved.
With that, Quinn reached up, cupped her hand around the back of Rachel’s neck, and pulled her into a kiss. It wasn’t much of one. She hit the edge of Rachel’s lips to test her luck, see how far she could go.
Rachel pulled back a little, and that hurt for no reason, but then Rachel cupped Quinn’s face in her hands. She didn’t have man-hands, Quinn thought wildly. She couldn’t break the act, but now she was stuck having kissed a girl. No one would believe Rachel, but still.
“Listen, that was wrong. Yeah, very wrong,” she began, finding herself drunkenly starting to explain as if she actually cared.
In response, Rachel held her face a little more firmly.
“You’re right. About loving other people first. And you’re the only person who has been honest about that to me, and I...” Rachel said and then kissed her. The funny part was at that point Quinn had been trying to push this girl away. Not to think about what was still twisting in her chest, she kissed her back to make it go away and stay focused. Quinn slipped her tongue in between Rachel’s lips to make the other girl melt underneath her fingers. Rachel tasted slightly pepper-minty, rich, with an edge of alcohol that should never be there.
Somewhere between their kisses, Quinn forgot about listening for footsteps and got involved with outdoing Rachel.
And this was frustrating, because Rachel’s kisses were desperate and virgin-y and sincere. The girl even wrapped her arms around her, and Quinn sensed her neediness, so she went for that opening, needing to. Just needing to.
This was a girl, so a girl touching her underneath her bra was fine. She arched up, and Rachel leaned over to give Quinn room to unsnap her bra. This was hilarious. Really funny.
Rachel watched the red straps of Quinn’s dress slide down her arms. With a bit of insecurity, but she was into it.
“Move. I’m going to unzip this thing,” Quinn said, watching Rachel’s expression carefully, feeding off of her reaction and feeling a thrill run through her.
“Are you sure? This would be a big step-”
“Too much talking, Berry,” Quinn panted.
“Do you need uh, me to unzip you …” Rachel offered, and there was a greedy, desperate tone there, and Quinn attacked it. She didn’t take off her clothes or Rachel’s, but she pushed Rachel down and climbed on top of her, kissing her viciously. Rachel started to breathe faster, trying to move a little, but Quinn was strong enough from her athletic work to keep her boxed in underneath her.
She slipped her hand underneath that dorky sweater and judging by Rachel’s gasp at the touch, the girl was unused to people touching her intimately at all. That knowledge sparked low and her thinking changed, as ‘her first’ and ‘mine’ came out of the blue. It might have always been there, but it was like having a hole underneath your house suddenly cause it to cave in. Always there but suddenly too consuming.
Quinn hauled the sweater up and pushed Rachel’s bra up to reveal her nipples. Smiling, on top of things, she leaned down to lick the right one with her tongue while teasing the left with her fingers.
She moved an arm, trying to touch Quinn, but Quinn still kept her pinned. Quinn who felt the goose bumps explode over Rachel’s naked flesh. “You like this?” Quinn asked, feeling wild. “Huh?”
All those ‘study sessions’ with Puck had paid off.
Rachel moaned and nodded. Rachel Berry, rendered speechless by her. Something inside of her spiked upwards at that thought.
Encouraged and trying to stop her own heat from gathering, she kept at it, tasting her, and it’s salty, warm contact, and her body was shivering underneath her (and it was so new and intoxicating to have this kind of intimacy). Teasing until both nipples hardened and generally having a mean-good time until she felt the touch against her clitoris. It scared the hell out of her.
Rachel had somehow finally slipped an arm underneath Quinn and touched her through her panties. It was as if someone (No, not someone. Rachel) had tugged on a string and her whole body fell apart. It felt so good that she just buried her head against Rachel, and there were sounds coming out of her mouth, and she couldn’t help it. It was like she just had to hold on, be shown, and Rachel-got it.
“Here, here, this is how I’ve read it’s done,” Rachel panted and grabbed Quinn’s arms to lay her down. It was completely out of her control when Rachel gently and respectfully (reverently as if she was truly special) rolled up her dress and kissed her through her panties.
Quinn’s mouth opened.
Rachel rubbed her inner thighs while she took another kiss, soothing her, and pushed her panties aside. Her lips on her-
Quinn let it happen. She didn’t know why. She couldn’t even think. She didn’t last that long, and she tried to think of Puck but couldn’t, and in the end, she didn’t even look that experiences, about to come faster than ever before and the noises being torn from her were so weak…even as she tried to hold on, her hips started to buck, and she rode out her pleasure.
In the aftermath, she could only think that Rachel Berry had just…they had just…
Rachel lifted her head and sat back, and then Puck came through the door.
“Hey tranny, no means n…….” His voice caught in his throat, and he closed the door quickly before Santana could follow him into the room.
Rachel covered her mouth in horror. Quinn laid there, amazed at her stupidity.
“…I’m sorry,” Rachel whispered, gushing over in apology, clearly still wound up herself. “I should have thought about the door being locked when you kissed me. I’m so sorry.”
“Are you done?”
Rachel opened her mouth but Quinn didn’t want to hear her. “Leave. I want to be alone.”
“…I understand.”
Quinn felt a spark of betrayal when the door actually closed, angry that Rachel was still being understanding after that. She knew, she reassured herself, that she wasn’t gay, because that was social suicide. She had just gotten caught up in the words, caught up about something in Rachel. And of course, alcohol.
And that was it. She stared at the rumpled up edges of her red dress and made her decision. She’d get to her feet and pretend this never happened. She stood up, smoothed down her dress, and walked out into the hallway. Puck was sitting on the stairs, with his cell phone in hand.
“My battery fucking died, and I couldn’t see shit in there,” he said before she could ask. “I’m not even sure I was in the right room.” He looked at her like nothing was the matter.
“Idiot,” she said, affectionately.
He shrugged. “This party is so bad even a stud like me can’t save it. Wanna catch a ride?”
She didn’t wait to tell Finn. She just wanted out of there.
***
“Quinn. We need to talk.”
Quinn didn’t look at Rachel who was standing too close to be comfortable.
“I’ve made it my life philosophy to keep an open mind and find love with anyone special,” Rachel said under her breath. “I don’t know your opinion on it. We didn’t have time, and I would have called you if I had had your number, and…well, I wanted some closure and find out where we stand.”
Standing as a freak forever but still smiling.
Quinn laughed. Meanly. She heard how mean she sounded, wished she could stop, but she couldn’t.
“I don’t even remember you at the party. Who would?”
Rachel’s face fell but she didn’t turn away. “You’re lying.” Quinn glared at her, warning her to back off, and if she didn’t-she had never felt a real hate for anyone in her life.
“Back off. I was drunk.”
“You’re not that good of an actress. And I should know.”
“Oh, really? I was…” Quinn waited and held up her hands to enunciate the word. “Acting with you. Something you don’t know that much about, obviously.”
Rachel stared at her, her open expression closing up into that trademark haughtiness but her eyes were bright with near-tears.
“I was laughing at you.”
Rachel’s jaw clenched. “You’re not only lying to me. You’re lying to yourself. And I don’t respect that kind of person.”
“You just hate me because you want to be me.”
Rachel shook her head and meant it. “Quinn. I don’t respect you enough to hate you.”
With that, Rachel turned and left, quietly and softly, never actually yelling at her. Quinn slammed her locker so hard it rattled down the hall.
Later that day, she cried in the bathroom. Because of stress, that was all.
The next week, when Puck threw a slushie in Rachel’s face…
She laughed her ass off.
About the fic you request:Rachel and Quinn, anything really...I'm so not picky:)
Rating(s) requested (G-NC-17):Definitely want the smut so R or NC17
Character(s) or pairing(s):Rachel and Quinn please<3
Prompts (minimum of 3, no maximum!):
1.Quinn (pre-pregnancy) and Rachel get drunk at a party.
2.Their first time
3.Getting caught in the act
4. But honestly I'd be happy with anything<3
Things you DON’T want in your story (squicks, triggers, genres you dislike, characters you hate, etc.):No rape please!
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Rachel/Quinn, Puck, Santana
Word count: 4,192
Recipient: darklashes03
Warnings: sex and inebriation
Disclaimer: The characters aren’t mine.
Summary: Quinn and Rachel get drunk at a party.
A/N: I did a mash-up of your prompts. And a thousand thanks to my beta stainofmylove who is a hero. Any mistakes you see are my own.
“I encourage you to touch me.”
The girl’s voice pierced through the party atmosphere like an arrow, carrying over to where Quinn was sitting on the couch and laughing with her friends. She looked over, intrigued by the word choice and ready to judge. Puck, the boy her father would never approve of, turned faster, a leer already in place and a nasty joke in mind.
Actually, that’s what Quinn thought she’d see: someone joking around. What she saw was dumb and annoying.
“What, you coming on to me?” Alex from gym class asked, standing her ground and sipping from her red cup to show how unaffected she was by the other girl. A small circle had formed around the two girls…the other girl being none other than Rachel Berry, complete with her knee socks and ‘American Doll’ get-up.
Rachel had her arm crossed and her chin tilted up, radiating a kind of mean arrogance that got under Quinn’s skin instantly. There was a tense silence under the blare of the music. It wasn’t as if fights didn’t happen; it was a party. That’s why she went with football players, hellloo.
But this was like an adult fight. Hence: “No, I’m providing an example of when it’s lawfully appropriate to touch someone. I have legal rights. I’m doing you a favor by making you aware of the consequences. And there will be consequences. If you push me down again, my fathers, who are lawyers, will be very distressed when I come home with a limp a day before a dance competition…and with all these witnesses, I’d advise against it. I’m doing you a favor, you know.”
Puck’s eyebrows almost shot up to his Mohawk.
Alex paled and backed off. Another beat or two, with Rachel’s eyes never wavering. She didn’t even look ashamed.
“Hey, this song sucks man! I’m changing it,” someone shouted next to the stereo system, and the tension that was holding them all rooted there (as if something bad would happen if it didn’t break)-did just that, instead of shattering just turned to mist and went away. Quinn sighed and turned her back on Rachel. She was planning on ignoring the mean nerd until Puck nudged her with his arm.
“Can you believe that bitch?”
“I pretend she’s a figment of Couch Sylvester’s imagination. She just exists to annoy me when I’m not practicing.”
“That’s seriously evil.”
Quinn shrugged. Santana sat besides her too suddenly and almost made her spill her drink.
“Can you believe that bitch?”
“Yes, she’s always like that,” Quinn settled for short-hand this time.
“Well?” Santana asked, sneaking a look over her shoulder.
“Ignore her. Not worth the time. We should be pissed at whoever invited her.”
“She came alone,” Santana said, scandalized. “Can you believe that? I think her dads dropped her off.”
Puck turned his cup in his hands, thinking hard. He wasn’t dumb, he just put his mind to things that were unthinkable and unusual and mean…sometimes. But he was protective and a good enough guy…sometimes. He felt put down, just like everyone else in the room had felt put-down by Berry’s little outburst.
“Do you want to go to the other party downtown?” Puck asked. Because of Rachel Berry. Quinn pursed her lips.
“No. No, this can still be a fun party,” she said. “For us.”
“Not for her,” Santana said, leaning forward to be a part of the prank.
“Any ideas?” Quinn asked, waiting to see what Puck could think up. He was useful for this kind of thing.
“Well, I’ve been reading up on this stuff….because, and sexual harassment is total sewage too.”
“…You mean, sue…oh come on,” Quinn said. “She wouldn’t know what to do if you came on to her.”
“I have a rep for a reason, babe. She’ll do the harassing. She’s wound up so tight, you know.”
“Camera phone,” Santana said, getting excited about the plan. “We’ll catch her jumping Puck’s bones.”
“Exactly. We’ll threaten to email it to the whole school if man-hands threatens to sue anyone. I bet we can throw a slushie in her face the rest of the year,” Puck finished, obviously proud of himself.
This was why she chose Finn to date officially.
“That’s believable. Big bad football player molested by a glee club member. Sounds like a plan,” Quinn said drily.
“Then what’s yours?”
Quinn swirled her drink and thought about Puck’s little plan. Puck was wanted by all the girls, but no one would blame Berry if she jumped Puck’s bones. In fact, Puck seemed a little eager for her liking. Quinn wouldn’t care about this situation if not for that one little fact.
Then it hit her, and she raised an eyebrow, impressed with herself.
“How about this? Let’s say I go to help man-hands, take her upstairs to get her away from it all, and then poor suppressed lesbo tries to molest me. I can make her think I’m being nice and then pull her on top of me. Then-that’s where you come in. Click, a picture is worth a thousand words.”
“…Damn. That’s so fucked up. I love it,” Puck said with a devious grin.
Quinn smiled and shoved her drink in Puck’s hands, told him to be ready when she took Rachel upstairs, and generally be prepared to be amused.
***
“This isn’t what I ordered,” Rachel was saying at the bar as Quinn came up from behind her. “This tastes like suspiciously prune juice. I think you did something wrong to it.”
“Not really. Prune juice is supposed to taste like, oh, prune juice.”
Ew. Rachel recoiled, blinking in shock and anger.
“Here, let me handle this,” Quinn said, plucking the drink from Rachel’s shaking hands and slamming it back down on the table.
“Give her what she what she asked for, now, or I’ll tip Figgins off to a locker search for you. And we both know what’s in your locker.”
Rachel looked confused, but Brian did not. He rolled his eyes. “Fine. I don’t remember what it was-”
“A Cosmopolitan, though I’d settle for a martini,” Rachel answered promptly. Quinn bit her lip.
“And you forgot that? Really?” Quinn asked Brian.
“It’s not a big deal. I can handle it myself,” Rachel said strongly.
“Give her a screwdriver like we’re all having. You want to have what we’re all having, right? It’s the best.”
Rachel considered it. “I’ve never come across that in my reading, but…all right.”
“I’ve seen your picture on a bottle,” Brian said to Rachel, making the drink, and oh Quinn sensed trouble. Rachel, on the other hand, did not.
“Oh, I’ve been a Gerber Baby in the past, but I doubt that’s what you mean. I went for a recent shoot-”
“This bottle,” Brian said and pointed to a Captain Morgan bottle abandoned edge of the counter. Rachel’s face fell.
“You know, I’d invite you to my club, but learning how to abstain from sex shouldn’t be a problem for you-who’d agree to do the deed with you in the first place?” Quinn answered and quickly took the drink from him before he could toss it.
She turned and ushered Rachel away through the crowd. “Here’s your drink. Don’t let him get you down.”
“You…” Rachel took the drink as if she couldn’t believe she was holding it. “I must admit, I didn’t expect your help,” Rachel said, dropping her eyes as if she were ashamed of thinking poorly of her. “That was noble of you, to take up for a stranger.”
“You’re not a stranger.” You’re just strange, Quinn thought. “Us girls have to stick together, right?
“That’s right,” Rachel said, an almost shy smile on her face. “Wow. I’ll have you know, I’ve been too several-almost too many-parties before but never one quite like…this.”
“Ah. I’ve been to several kinds of parties too,” Quinn said, not about to be outclassed.
“Where are your friends? Should we sit with them?” Rachel asked brightly, hopefully. “I was hoping there would be more dancing.”
“Oh, they’re just around, but how about we go upstairs and hang out there? I mean I can barely hear you over this music, and it seems like you need a break.”
“This music,” Rachel said darkly. “I was about to suggest another selection, but I don’t think they’d appreciate it. Yes, let’s go upstairs.”
Quinn met Puck’s gaze and winked as she led the way upstairs, into a quaint little bedroom. There were noises coming from behind the doors that lined the hall, and she saw Rachel stare at them in puzzlement. She tried not to laugh and opened a room that wasn’t occupied.
“This room could be much improved by a feng shui expert,” Rachel commented after Quinn had closed the door.
“Careful, this could be my room,” Quinn said, to make her feel bad for the comment and then have Rachel fall over herself with apologies-people always were amazed that she’d forgive them.
“Oh but you live in Green Place…”
“Do you drive by my house often?” Quinn asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I don’t drive. I walk. I take dance lessons near your street.”
“Huh. I’ll sleep better with that news. Sit down.” Quinn took Rachel’s arm and led her to the bed. Getting comfortable, she curled her legs underneath her. She waited to hear Puck’s caveman feet down the hall.
“Why aren’t you drinking tonight?” Rachel piped up. Oh damn, she’d actually have to talk to this person.
“Oh, I’m not. Let me fix that,” she said and took another deliberate sip.
“You were acting before. I’ve been watching you all night,” Rachel said, seemingly curious. Creepy but Quinn could handle this.
“Between you and me, I don’t really believe in alcohol but Jesus did turn water into wine.” This should make Rachel feel as if they were on the ‘same side’ of this whole unfortunate social affair. Sometimes Christianity was a nice little tool to use.
“Then you’re a beginner at this sort of thing. Don’t worry, I couldn’t tell,” Rachel said in a soothing tone.
Quinn bit her lip, counting to ten. “I just didn’t want to make you feel weird about maybe not being able to handle alcohol.”
Rachel’s lips pursed and she took a sip of her drink. “I can handle any challenge. Whether I choose to do it or not is another matter entirely.”
“Aw, we have something in common,” Quinn said in mock sweetness. Technically they did in that small respect but Rachel was a complete friendless failure, so…
Quinn took a bigger swig of her drink. It burned as it went down her throat, but the end result was that she was feeling calmer around Rachel. Powerful and ease and the captain of this ship, thank you very much. As Quinn predicted, Rachel took yet another swig of her drink.
“You also have as good of taste as I do,” Rachel commented and touched the hem of Quinn’s red dress lightly, her fingertip crossing the line between the soft fabric and her skin. She was aware of how close Rachel was, and smirked. “You look beautiful tonight.”
“Well, not everyone could wear this dress,” Quinn felt inclined to point out. Then she thought about throwing the girl a bone. When Puck came in, it’d be all the more crushing. “Maybe with some alterations work, you could wear it too.”
Rachel beamed at her. “You know, I’d love to wear your dress. Now would be nice, but I don’t see how we could both wear…unless you want to wear my clothes. Which I don’t really like other people touching my clothes without stating their reason. I found Howard one time trying to sniff my socks so I’m sensitive about the issue.”
“I can understand why,” Quinn said, disturbed.
“It’s not as much that as he implied that I don’t wash my socks. I plan to force him to sniff them again and see if he dares to say it.” Then Rachel gave her a messy grin. Okay. Mission accomplished, Berry was completely sloshed and ready for her close-up.
“You should lay back,” Quinn advised, oh-so-sweetly, and then she settled back as well, getting ready. Rachel’s knee sock-clad leg brushed against her leg, and Quinn reached down and pushed her finger in-between the material and Rachel’s skin.
“Mm. So you do shave,” she observed.
“Why are you a Cheerio?” Rachel asked, slurring slightly.
Quinn was instantly reminded of Puck’s ‘Got Milk’ jokes and smiled. “Why not?”
“Everyone has their reasons for doing something.”
“We’re not in school, Berry. Do you want me to write you an essay?”
“Technically impossible. No paper.”
“I could write on you,” Quinn joked. She meant it as a joke. Just a little joke.
“I bathe, so that’s unpractical. I would have thought you’d answer immediately that you loved cheerleading. With enthusiasm.” Rachel turned to her and propped her head up on her elbow, studying her as if she was her latest exam.
“Hello, I do,” she said harshly, expecting to see the girl recoil from her. Rachel merely waited for her to finish her answer. “It is hard work. I make it look easy but that’s because I’m good at it.”
“And people like you for it.”
“What do you think?” Quinn answered because it was the truth and she wasn’t ashamed of it. She loved being on top of the pyramid with a crowd cheering, and she loved being loved and safe and having a place.
“What if you weren’t a cheerleader someday?”
“Someday, I won’t be,” Quinn said. “And they’d still like me.”
“So, if you weren’t a cheerleader now, your friends would still be your friends?”
“What the hell are you trying to imply?” Quinn asked, her peaceful doze starting to break. Rachel was leaning over her, too close for comfort, but again-no backing down from any challenge. Any.
“That’s it better not to care if people like you or not. I’m doing the same myself.”
“And you think I’m doing that? And way to give yourself away. You just want attention,” she was blunt, and Rachel’s face crumbled. Made her feel as if she had finally knocked Berry down to earth, and…she felt a twinge of regret. Very small twinge.
Shit. She was drunk.
“I don’t believe that’s unreasonable. It is tough, being talented. But if they don’t want to hear, then that’s their loss…” This statement finished up very shakily.
“Aren’t you special,” Quinn said bitterly, looking straight up at the skylight.
“Everyone has something special to offer inside of them,” Rachel said, touching the inside of her arm, and Quinn felt the spark all the way up to her fingers. “Everyone.”.
“Even me?” Quinn mocked her, dropping the game completely and putting as much poison in her words as she could.
“Especially you,” Rachel answered, determined. “You’re confident and go for what you want.” Quinn wanted to tune her out but couldn’t quite manage to do that, feeling strangely wounded by the sudden compliment. “You just got to know that you love something and work for it, and the world will love you. So, find something special in performance…”
“And that’s okay with you?” Quinn asked angrily, calling Rachel on what she perceived to be bullshit. Rachel would never want anyone else to have the spotlight as a performer.
“Something unique for you,” Rachel corrected, again unfazed. What was it with this girl? “I do want my own niche for people to love me-.”
“Won’t work, sweetie, until you actually give a damn about other people.”
It’s not as if Rachel had actually loved anyone other than herself. And if she never did, she’d always be nothing.
That was when Quinn paused for the first time, thought about what she had said. Something inside her chest twisted horribly, nearly unbearably painful, and she hated that…and hated where she was, with Rachel staring at her.
Rachel opened her mouth to say something obnoxiously understanding, and Quinn grew instantly desperate and upset. She didn’t want to be told…and then she heard a footstep. She was saved.
With that, Quinn reached up, cupped her hand around the back of Rachel’s neck, and pulled her into a kiss. It wasn’t much of one. She hit the edge of Rachel’s lips to test her luck, see how far she could go.
Rachel pulled back a little, and that hurt for no reason, but then Rachel cupped Quinn’s face in her hands. She didn’t have man-hands, Quinn thought wildly. She couldn’t break the act, but now she was stuck having kissed a girl. No one would believe Rachel, but still.
“Listen, that was wrong. Yeah, very wrong,” she began, finding herself drunkenly starting to explain as if she actually cared.
In response, Rachel held her face a little more firmly.
“You’re right. About loving other people first. And you’re the only person who has been honest about that to me, and I...” Rachel said and then kissed her. The funny part was at that point Quinn had been trying to push this girl away. Not to think about what was still twisting in her chest, she kissed her back to make it go away and stay focused. Quinn slipped her tongue in between Rachel’s lips to make the other girl melt underneath her fingers. Rachel tasted slightly pepper-minty, rich, with an edge of alcohol that should never be there.
Somewhere between their kisses, Quinn forgot about listening for footsteps and got involved with outdoing Rachel.
And this was frustrating, because Rachel’s kisses were desperate and virgin-y and sincere. The girl even wrapped her arms around her, and Quinn sensed her neediness, so she went for that opening, needing to. Just needing to.
This was a girl, so a girl touching her underneath her bra was fine. She arched up, and Rachel leaned over to give Quinn room to unsnap her bra. This was hilarious. Really funny.
Rachel watched the red straps of Quinn’s dress slide down her arms. With a bit of insecurity, but she was into it.
“Move. I’m going to unzip this thing,” Quinn said, watching Rachel’s expression carefully, feeding off of her reaction and feeling a thrill run through her.
“Are you sure? This would be a big step-”
“Too much talking, Berry,” Quinn panted.
“Do you need uh, me to unzip you …” Rachel offered, and there was a greedy, desperate tone there, and Quinn attacked it. She didn’t take off her clothes or Rachel’s, but she pushed Rachel down and climbed on top of her, kissing her viciously. Rachel started to breathe faster, trying to move a little, but Quinn was strong enough from her athletic work to keep her boxed in underneath her.
She slipped her hand underneath that dorky sweater and judging by Rachel’s gasp at the touch, the girl was unused to people touching her intimately at all. That knowledge sparked low and her thinking changed, as ‘her first’ and ‘mine’ came out of the blue. It might have always been there, but it was like having a hole underneath your house suddenly cause it to cave in. Always there but suddenly too consuming.
Quinn hauled the sweater up and pushed Rachel’s bra up to reveal her nipples. Smiling, on top of things, she leaned down to lick the right one with her tongue while teasing the left with her fingers.
She moved an arm, trying to touch Quinn, but Quinn still kept her pinned. Quinn who felt the goose bumps explode over Rachel’s naked flesh. “You like this?” Quinn asked, feeling wild. “Huh?”
All those ‘study sessions’ with Puck had paid off.
Rachel moaned and nodded. Rachel Berry, rendered speechless by her. Something inside of her spiked upwards at that thought.
Encouraged and trying to stop her own heat from gathering, she kept at it, tasting her, and it’s salty, warm contact, and her body was shivering underneath her (and it was so new and intoxicating to have this kind of intimacy). Teasing until both nipples hardened and generally having a mean-good time until she felt the touch against her clitoris. It scared the hell out of her.
Rachel had somehow finally slipped an arm underneath Quinn and touched her through her panties. It was as if someone (No, not someone. Rachel) had tugged on a string and her whole body fell apart. It felt so good that she just buried her head against Rachel, and there were sounds coming out of her mouth, and she couldn’t help it. It was like she just had to hold on, be shown, and Rachel-got it.
“Here, here, this is how I’ve read it’s done,” Rachel panted and grabbed Quinn’s arms to lay her down. It was completely out of her control when Rachel gently and respectfully (reverently as if she was truly special) rolled up her dress and kissed her through her panties.
Quinn’s mouth opened.
Rachel rubbed her inner thighs while she took another kiss, soothing her, and pushed her panties aside. Her lips on her-
Quinn let it happen. She didn’t know why. She couldn’t even think. She didn’t last that long, and she tried to think of Puck but couldn’t, and in the end, she didn’t even look that experiences, about to come faster than ever before and the noises being torn from her were so weak…even as she tried to hold on, her hips started to buck, and she rode out her pleasure.
In the aftermath, she could only think that Rachel Berry had just…they had just…
Rachel lifted her head and sat back, and then Puck came through the door.
“Hey tranny, no means n…….” His voice caught in his throat, and he closed the door quickly before Santana could follow him into the room.
Rachel covered her mouth in horror. Quinn laid there, amazed at her stupidity.
“…I’m sorry,” Rachel whispered, gushing over in apology, clearly still wound up herself. “I should have thought about the door being locked when you kissed me. I’m so sorry.”
“Are you done?”
Rachel opened her mouth but Quinn didn’t want to hear her. “Leave. I want to be alone.”
“…I understand.”
Quinn felt a spark of betrayal when the door actually closed, angry that Rachel was still being understanding after that. She knew, she reassured herself, that she wasn’t gay, because that was social suicide. She had just gotten caught up in the words, caught up about something in Rachel. And of course, alcohol.
And that was it. She stared at the rumpled up edges of her red dress and made her decision. She’d get to her feet and pretend this never happened. She stood up, smoothed down her dress, and walked out into the hallway. Puck was sitting on the stairs, with his cell phone in hand.
“My battery fucking died, and I couldn’t see shit in there,” he said before she could ask. “I’m not even sure I was in the right room.” He looked at her like nothing was the matter.
“Idiot,” she said, affectionately.
He shrugged. “This party is so bad even a stud like me can’t save it. Wanna catch a ride?”
She didn’t wait to tell Finn. She just wanted out of there.
***
“Quinn. We need to talk.”
Quinn didn’t look at Rachel who was standing too close to be comfortable.
“I’ve made it my life philosophy to keep an open mind and find love with anyone special,” Rachel said under her breath. “I don’t know your opinion on it. We didn’t have time, and I would have called you if I had had your number, and…well, I wanted some closure and find out where we stand.”
Standing as a freak forever but still smiling.
Quinn laughed. Meanly. She heard how mean she sounded, wished she could stop, but she couldn’t.
“I don’t even remember you at the party. Who would?”
Rachel’s face fell but she didn’t turn away. “You’re lying.” Quinn glared at her, warning her to back off, and if she didn’t-she had never felt a real hate for anyone in her life.
“Back off. I was drunk.”
“You’re not that good of an actress. And I should know.”
“Oh, really? I was…” Quinn waited and held up her hands to enunciate the word. “Acting with you. Something you don’t know that much about, obviously.”
Rachel stared at her, her open expression closing up into that trademark haughtiness but her eyes were bright with near-tears.
“I was laughing at you.”
Rachel’s jaw clenched. “You’re not only lying to me. You’re lying to yourself. And I don’t respect that kind of person.”
“You just hate me because you want to be me.”
Rachel shook her head and meant it. “Quinn. I don’t respect you enough to hate you.”
With that, Rachel turned and left, quietly and softly, never actually yelling at her. Quinn slammed her locker so hard it rattled down the hall.
Later that day, she cried in the bathroom. Because of stress, that was all.
The next week, when Puck threw a slushie in Rachel’s face…
She laughed her ass off.
About the fic you request:Rachel and Quinn, anything really...I'm so not picky:)
Rating(s) requested (G-NC-17):Definitely want the smut so R or NC17
Character(s) or pairing(s):Rachel and Quinn please<3
Prompts (minimum of 3, no maximum!):
1.Quinn (pre-pregnancy) and Rachel get drunk at a party.
2.Their first time
3.Getting caught in the act
4. But honestly I'd be happy with anything<3
Things you DON’T want in your story (squicks, triggers, genres you dislike, characters you hate, etc.):No rape please!