Fic: This Love (1/2)
Title: This Love (1/2)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brittany/Quinn/Rachel/Santana (my new OT4), and side Q/R
Summary: Quinn's feelings are taking a toll on her.
Disclaimer: haha...please. If I owned them, they'd so do it every chance they got.
A/N: Ask and ye shall receive. This is the sequel to The Rating Game. boomwizard's manip rocked my world this morning and really inspired me to get moving on this. I have to post it in two parts and sadly since it's 3:30am and I have to be at work in exactly 5 hours, I am heading to bed for a few hours. The next part will be up in the next two days. I've had a shitty couple of days and decided to channel it into fic. I hope you enjoy the fruits born of that. LOL. It is unbeta'd due to the time of night. So, I own all of my mistakes.
Buttons. Tonight? Can you count?
Brittany's phone vibrated on the table. She grabbed it quickly, her blue eyes shot up to where Mr. Schuester was talking about something to do with Libras. He hadn't noticed her phone, so she flipped it open. Her eyes scanned quickly wondering what Santana meant about buttons, but then she remembered that songs were the new code. She giggled, looking over at Quinn just as the other blonde picked up her phone. Quinn didn't return the smile because Mr. Schue was asking her to talk about Libras and Brittany didn't care as long as he wasn't calling on her. She smiled, sending a quick message back.
I can count. 5?
*****
Rachel's phone buzzed next to her feet. She looked up, relieved that Mrs. Brennan had stepped outside of the classroom, counting on the honor code to remain firmly intact while the students were taking their geometry quiz. Sensing someone over her shoulder, she turned to see Puck leaning forward, trying to peek at her test. She rolled her eyes before blocking his view. Reaching down, she grabbed her phone and pulled it out. This was not something she made a practice of doing, but there were only one of three people texting her. She flipped it open and looked at Santana's text, reading it just before Brittany's text followed.
She sighed. On the one hand, she was happy that they were going with her suggested system of using songs as a code instead of just bluntly stating that they were going to hook up in an unspecified location. It really was the smartest choice. No one would question a song title. They were all in glee after all. Of course Brittany and Santana had delighted in finding the dirtiest songs they could possibly find with clean titles, but at least it was progress.
On the other hand, these little rendezvouses were wreaking havoc on her daily routine. She'd already missed working out on the elliptical machine twice that week because she'd been too tired to get out of bed. She really should say no. It was the right thing to do. But even as she thought it she found herself hitting the keys.
I can count. 5
She didn't want think about what it meant that she couldn't say no. She hadn't been doing much thinking about it lately at all. Thinking about it might mean that she had to admit that this was far past the point of a little adolescent experimentation and she just wasn't ready to do that yet. No matter how much she couldn't stop thinking about Quinn's hazel eyes.
*****
Quinn rolled her eyes at the text and ignored Brittany's giggle. She couldn't believe that stupid song suggestion had caught on and she really had no desire to "loosen up anyone's buttons" today. Well at least not two of the three people's buttons that required "loosening." She picked up her phone to decline when my Mr. Schue called her name.
"Quinn, come se dice 'the books' en espanol, por favor?"
She tried to ignore the way Finn's eyes just sort of glazed over, grateful once again that she'd had the good sense to finally break up with him. "Los libros?"
"Si, excellente, Quinn!" The curly haired teacher said, smiling brightly at her before turning back to the rest of the class.
She rolled her eyes before looking down her phone and seeing two more texts. So, Brittany was in. And apparently so was Rachel. Her heart clenched a little at that. She didn't know what was going on with them, but she wanted to find out. It just sucked that she never seemed to have a chance to find out. It was rarely just the two of them and Quinn was getting really tired of this little foursome. This wasn't how she'd envisioned her friendship with Rachel two months ago, but that sleepover at Santana's three weeks ago had changed everything. Before she'd just been harboring some high school crush that she hoped would go away after she spent more time with Rachel or the pregnancy hormones wore off or both. But now everything was different. She'd felt it the first time that she had kissed the brunette and had only been intensified by the fact that she had been Rachel's first.
It didn't help that everytime they were "together," despite there being two other people present, there was an undeniable connection between them. Their eyes sought each other out and communicated what their words were not. And Quinn was tired of it. She just wanted to know what was going on. She wanted to know where she stood because she felt like she was at the edge of a cliff and if she was going to go free falling, she wanted to be sure that someone would be there to catch her.
She picked up the phone, intent to type "I can't," completely ignoring the idiocy of the statement, but a thought struck her. Would they just hook up without her? So far, they'd hooked up eight times in the past three weeks, not that she was counting or anything, and it had always been all four of them. But if Quinn declined would Rachel just go along with Brittany and Santana? Something about that thought made her heart drop to her stomach and she almost ran from the room, to revisit lunch, but was able to bite back the bile.
I can count. 5
It was funny how before when cheerleading had consumed her life she would have had to consult her planner to see if she was free at five or if she was having one-on-one training with Coach Sylvester to make sure she stayed at the top of her game. Now all she had to worry about was glee and it was Wednesday. So, there was no practice. She wondered if it was as pathetic as it sounded. Then she snorted knowing that Rachel would take the opportunity to remind her that there was nothing pathetic about glee.
Buttons on who's floor?
Rachel's sudden text caused an unexpected warmth to flood through the blonde.
My room needs to be cleaned.
Santana's reply told all of the girls that her parents would be home.
Mine too...
Brittany replied and Quinn looked over at the other blonde to make sure that she understood that they weren't actually talking about cleaning up their rooms. The Cheerio smiled back at her knowingly and Quinn was grateful that she wouldn't be forced to explain.
She didn't bother to answer herself. They all knew that the Fabray residence was off limit.s She was already hiding a teen pregnancy. The last thing her parents need to walk in on was an all-girl foursome. They'd probably drop dead on the spot.
My room is completely clean. Bring on the buttons.
Quinn wasn't sure if she was thrilled about Rachel's text or not, but it didn't matter. Five would be there before she knew it.
*****
Santana had been kissing Rachel for far too long in Quinn's opinion. In fact, for someone who claimed to hate the shorter girl, the Latina couldn't seem to get enough of Rachel's mouth. Sweeping dark curls aside, Quinn nipped at that spot on the back of Santana's neck that always made her gasp and pull her mouth away. Quinn worked the spot until the girl was practically purring before her moving her lips across soft brown skin and she was able to reach Rachel's mouth with her own.
She pushed her tongue insistently into the singer's mouth, moaning as Rachel's met hers instantly and she groaned, thrusting her fingers into Quinn's hair. Their gazes met and held, passing a message that made Quinn's heart race faster than it already was. Fingers trailed up her thighs and moved between them cupping her before slipping between the folds, causing her eyes to flutter shut. She moaned into Rachel's mouth and the brunette whimpered in return, shuddering suddenly. Hazel eyes opened slightly, spying the other brunette settled at Rachel right breast. Rachel whimpered and gasped into their kiss and Quinn bucked against Brittany's fingers that were doing their best to mimick the hand buried between her own legs, that happened to belong to Rachel.
Quinn's fingers made their way back into Santana's dark locks, yanking hard, but just shy of being painful. She pulled back from kissing Rachel, barely able to ignore the groan of protest, but she needed to be on better footing. "Can we move this to the bed? I'm not sure how much longer I can do this and stand." She made her voice sultry to mask her manipulation.
They made their way over to Rachel's bed. Quinn let out a surprised squeak as Rachel pushed her onto the bed. Then they were all over her. She managed to wiggle her leg between the singer's, lifting her thigh to bring the brunette closer. She could feel fingers sliding over her clit and looked up to find Rachel grinning back at her before three fingers slid deep inside of her. Quinn cried out, her head falling back onto Rachel's pillows. Brittany's lips moved down her neck.
The mattress dipped slightly and Quinn watched as Santana grabbed Rachel's chin and pulled her closer, kissing her passionately. She let her fingers trail up Santana's thighs and thrust deep inside of the Latina, hoping to distract her. She just simply whimpered into Rachel's mouth and no matter how hard Quinn fucked her, which was hard enough for Quinn's wrist to start cramping, her lips never left Rachel's. Meanwhile the fingers moving deeper and faster inside of her were making it extremely difficult for Quinn to split her attention. She lifted her leg, pressing her thigh firmly against Rachel, enjoying the feel of Rachel's wetness sliding over her leg. She moved her leg up hard just as Rachel's hips pressed down and the singer pulled away from the kiss, falling forward a little.
Brittany bit down on Quinn's left nipple just as Rachel's fingers hit a spot inside of Quinn that only Rachel seem to be able to find. She let out a softly muttered "fuck" and bucked her hips. Brittany's moans vibrated against her skin and she looked over to find Rachel's fingers buried deep. And something about the idea of Rachel fucking both of them at the same time both angered her and was incredibly erotic. Quinn hips rocked in time with Rachel's thrusts and she didn't know how much longer she could last. Their eyes locked and Quinn bit her lip to keep from calling out the brunette's name.
Gasps and moans and mumbled words filled the air and built on top of one another until one after one they all fell over the abyss.
*****
Days later, Quinn leaned up against Rachel's bed as she sat on the floor, her Western Civilization book open on her lap. Rachel was lounging above her on the bed, scribbling the answers to the questions at the end of the unit. The soundtrack to Sweet Charity played lightly in the background and Quinn felt content. For the first time in four weeks it was just them. She'd had to do a lot finagling to make it happen, including putting a little bug in Coach Sylvester's ear about the jump rope routine looking really sloppy to ensure that the others would be stuck in practice long after school let out.
She'd texted Rachel the night before, offering to pick her up from her afternoon dance class in exchange for a little "help" in their history class. The brunette had readily agreed, much to Quinn's relief and now she sat here in Rachel's room, taking in its pale yellow walls and white furniture. It was nice and simple and somehow suited the singer despite her usually larger than life personality.
Their silence was companionable and Quinn found herself wondering if it would be like this if she were to date the brunette. She'd been thinking about that a lot lately. She'd tried desperately not to, but even mundane things like running to the grocery store for her mother had her in the pasta aisle for twenty minutes planning the perfect meal to cook for the brunette.
She just didn't know how Rachel felt and that made Quinn nervous. She wasn't the type of girl to chase after anyone, but Rachel made her want to seek her out. And Quinn couldn't ignore those feelings. So, she'd spent the last twenty minutes trying to figure out what to say and failing miserably.
"So..." she started, cursing herself for trying too hard to sound casual. "I heard that new musical turned movie is coming out on Friday. I kind of want to see it, but no one will go with me. I was kind of wondering if you wanted to maybe...go with me." She closed her eyes, letting her head fall back. She could kill herself right now. That had to have been the lamest thing she had ever said in her entire life. Where had the old Quinn Fabray gone.
"I'd love to go," Rachel said slowly.
Quinn smiled. "If you want we can meet up and grab something to eat."
She heard the pen stop and felt more than saw Rachel's head turn. "Just the two of us?"
The drew the blonde's gaze. "Yeah. Why not?"
"Don't you think that will be a little weird?"
"Why would it be weird? It's just dinner and a movie."
"Also known as a date and it kind of sounded like you were asking me on one."
The blonde didn't say anything. Instead she just stared at Rachel.
Rachel slid forward as she tilted Quinn's head back, kissing her. Her kiss was slow and teasing, building in heat as she somehow managed to straddle the blonde's waist without breaking the kiss. Quinn's hand pulled the white, crisp blouse from Rachel's short, pleated skirt, her hand slipping up under to tease the soft warm skin that made Rachel gasp. She left her hands explore as much as possible, deftly unhooking the brunette's bra. She scratch lightly, thoroughly enjoy the soft mewing sound Rachel was making as their hips rocked against one another. Quinn's arousal was acute and she had to breathe slowly, trying to keep from going off like a rocket. Her hands slipped down and up under Rachel's skirt, moaning when she felt bare skin and a thin scrap of fabric. She could feel the wetness pooling between her own thighs, ruining yet another pair of panties. Grabbing her ass as their hips rocked faster, Quinn pulled back to meet Rachel's eyes, trying to convey what the brunette hadn't let her say.
She knew Rachel understood. She could see it reflected in the chocolate color eyes staring back at her. They stayed that way as their rhythm built and then Rachel was falling forward, gasping out her release and taking Quinn with her. The blonde let her fingers pull at the thong, but small hands grasped hers. Rachel's eyes were on her face again. "I think we need to get back to our homework," she said slowling, her voice rough.
Defeated, Quinn nodded slowly.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brittany/Quinn/Rachel/Santana (my new OT4), and side Q/R
Summary: Quinn's feelings are taking a toll on her.
Disclaimer: haha...please. If I owned them, they'd so do it every chance they got.
A/N: Ask and ye shall receive. This is the sequel to The Rating Game. boomwizard's manip rocked my world this morning and really inspired me to get moving on this. I have to post it in two parts and sadly since it's 3:30am and I have to be at work in exactly 5 hours, I am heading to bed for a few hours. The next part will be up in the next two days. I've had a shitty couple of days and decided to channel it into fic. I hope you enjoy the fruits born of that. LOL. It is unbeta'd due to the time of night. So, I own all of my mistakes.
Buttons. Tonight? Can you count?
Brittany's phone vibrated on the table. She grabbed it quickly, her blue eyes shot up to where Mr. Schuester was talking about something to do with Libras. He hadn't noticed her phone, so she flipped it open. Her eyes scanned quickly wondering what Santana meant about buttons, but then she remembered that songs were the new code. She giggled, looking over at Quinn just as the other blonde picked up her phone. Quinn didn't return the smile because Mr. Schue was asking her to talk about Libras and Brittany didn't care as long as he wasn't calling on her. She smiled, sending a quick message back.
I can count. 5?
*****
Rachel's phone buzzed next to her feet. She looked up, relieved that Mrs. Brennan had stepped outside of the classroom, counting on the honor code to remain firmly intact while the students were taking their geometry quiz. Sensing someone over her shoulder, she turned to see Puck leaning forward, trying to peek at her test. She rolled her eyes before blocking his view. Reaching down, she grabbed her phone and pulled it out. This was not something she made a practice of doing, but there were only one of three people texting her. She flipped it open and looked at Santana's text, reading it just before Brittany's text followed.
She sighed. On the one hand, she was happy that they were going with her suggested system of using songs as a code instead of just bluntly stating that they were going to hook up in an unspecified location. It really was the smartest choice. No one would question a song title. They were all in glee after all. Of course Brittany and Santana had delighted in finding the dirtiest songs they could possibly find with clean titles, but at least it was progress.
On the other hand, these little rendezvouses were wreaking havoc on her daily routine. She'd already missed working out on the elliptical machine twice that week because she'd been too tired to get out of bed. She really should say no. It was the right thing to do. But even as she thought it she found herself hitting the keys.
I can count. 5
She didn't want think about what it meant that she couldn't say no. She hadn't been doing much thinking about it lately at all. Thinking about it might mean that she had to admit that this was far past the point of a little adolescent experimentation and she just wasn't ready to do that yet. No matter how much she couldn't stop thinking about Quinn's hazel eyes.
*****
Quinn rolled her eyes at the text and ignored Brittany's giggle. She couldn't believe that stupid song suggestion had caught on and she really had no desire to "loosen up anyone's buttons" today. Well at least not two of the three people's buttons that required "loosening." She picked up her phone to decline when my Mr. Schue called her name.
"Quinn, come se dice 'the books' en espanol, por favor?"
She tried to ignore the way Finn's eyes just sort of glazed over, grateful once again that she'd had the good sense to finally break up with him. "Los libros?"
"Si, excellente, Quinn!" The curly haired teacher said, smiling brightly at her before turning back to the rest of the class.
She rolled her eyes before looking down her phone and seeing two more texts. So, Brittany was in. And apparently so was Rachel. Her heart clenched a little at that. She didn't know what was going on with them, but she wanted to find out. It just sucked that she never seemed to have a chance to find out. It was rarely just the two of them and Quinn was getting really tired of this little foursome. This wasn't how she'd envisioned her friendship with Rachel two months ago, but that sleepover at Santana's three weeks ago had changed everything. Before she'd just been harboring some high school crush that she hoped would go away after she spent more time with Rachel or the pregnancy hormones wore off or both. But now everything was different. She'd felt it the first time that she had kissed the brunette and had only been intensified by the fact that she had been Rachel's first.
It didn't help that everytime they were "together," despite there being two other people present, there was an undeniable connection between them. Their eyes sought each other out and communicated what their words were not. And Quinn was tired of it. She just wanted to know what was going on. She wanted to know where she stood because she felt like she was at the edge of a cliff and if she was going to go free falling, she wanted to be sure that someone would be there to catch her.
She picked up the phone, intent to type "I can't," completely ignoring the idiocy of the statement, but a thought struck her. Would they just hook up without her? So far, they'd hooked up eight times in the past three weeks, not that she was counting or anything, and it had always been all four of them. But if Quinn declined would Rachel just go along with Brittany and Santana? Something about that thought made her heart drop to her stomach and she almost ran from the room, to revisit lunch, but was able to bite back the bile.
I can count. 5
It was funny how before when cheerleading had consumed her life she would have had to consult her planner to see if she was free at five or if she was having one-on-one training with Coach Sylvester to make sure she stayed at the top of her game. Now all she had to worry about was glee and it was Wednesday. So, there was no practice. She wondered if it was as pathetic as it sounded. Then she snorted knowing that Rachel would take the opportunity to remind her that there was nothing pathetic about glee.
Buttons on who's floor?
Rachel's sudden text caused an unexpected warmth to flood through the blonde.
My room needs to be cleaned.
Santana's reply told all of the girls that her parents would be home.
Mine too...
Brittany replied and Quinn looked over at the other blonde to make sure that she understood that they weren't actually talking about cleaning up their rooms. The Cheerio smiled back at her knowingly and Quinn was grateful that she wouldn't be forced to explain.
She didn't bother to answer herself. They all knew that the Fabray residence was off limit.s She was already hiding a teen pregnancy. The last thing her parents need to walk in on was an all-girl foursome. They'd probably drop dead on the spot.
My room is completely clean. Bring on the buttons.
Quinn wasn't sure if she was thrilled about Rachel's text or not, but it didn't matter. Five would be there before she knew it.
*****
Santana had been kissing Rachel for far too long in Quinn's opinion. In fact, for someone who claimed to hate the shorter girl, the Latina couldn't seem to get enough of Rachel's mouth. Sweeping dark curls aside, Quinn nipped at that spot on the back of Santana's neck that always made her gasp and pull her mouth away. Quinn worked the spot until the girl was practically purring before her moving her lips across soft brown skin and she was able to reach Rachel's mouth with her own.
She pushed her tongue insistently into the singer's mouth, moaning as Rachel's met hers instantly and she groaned, thrusting her fingers into Quinn's hair. Their gazes met and held, passing a message that made Quinn's heart race faster than it already was. Fingers trailed up her thighs and moved between them cupping her before slipping between the folds, causing her eyes to flutter shut. She moaned into Rachel's mouth and the brunette whimpered in return, shuddering suddenly. Hazel eyes opened slightly, spying the other brunette settled at Rachel right breast. Rachel whimpered and gasped into their kiss and Quinn bucked against Brittany's fingers that were doing their best to mimick the hand buried between her own legs, that happened to belong to Rachel.
Quinn's fingers made their way back into Santana's dark locks, yanking hard, but just shy of being painful. She pulled back from kissing Rachel, barely able to ignore the groan of protest, but she needed to be on better footing. "Can we move this to the bed? I'm not sure how much longer I can do this and stand." She made her voice sultry to mask her manipulation.
They made their way over to Rachel's bed. Quinn let out a surprised squeak as Rachel pushed her onto the bed. Then they were all over her. She managed to wiggle her leg between the singer's, lifting her thigh to bring the brunette closer. She could feel fingers sliding over her clit and looked up to find Rachel grinning back at her before three fingers slid deep inside of her. Quinn cried out, her head falling back onto Rachel's pillows. Brittany's lips moved down her neck.
The mattress dipped slightly and Quinn watched as Santana grabbed Rachel's chin and pulled her closer, kissing her passionately. She let her fingers trail up Santana's thighs and thrust deep inside of the Latina, hoping to distract her. She just simply whimpered into Rachel's mouth and no matter how hard Quinn fucked her, which was hard enough for Quinn's wrist to start cramping, her lips never left Rachel's. Meanwhile the fingers moving deeper and faster inside of her were making it extremely difficult for Quinn to split her attention. She lifted her leg, pressing her thigh firmly against Rachel, enjoying the feel of Rachel's wetness sliding over her leg. She moved her leg up hard just as Rachel's hips pressed down and the singer pulled away from the kiss, falling forward a little.
Brittany bit down on Quinn's left nipple just as Rachel's fingers hit a spot inside of Quinn that only Rachel seem to be able to find. She let out a softly muttered "fuck" and bucked her hips. Brittany's moans vibrated against her skin and she looked over to find Rachel's fingers buried deep. And something about the idea of Rachel fucking both of them at the same time both angered her and was incredibly erotic. Quinn hips rocked in time with Rachel's thrusts and she didn't know how much longer she could last. Their eyes locked and Quinn bit her lip to keep from calling out the brunette's name.
Gasps and moans and mumbled words filled the air and built on top of one another until one after one they all fell over the abyss.
*****
Days later, Quinn leaned up against Rachel's bed as she sat on the floor, her Western Civilization book open on her lap. Rachel was lounging above her on the bed, scribbling the answers to the questions at the end of the unit. The soundtrack to Sweet Charity played lightly in the background and Quinn felt content. For the first time in four weeks it was just them. She'd had to do a lot finagling to make it happen, including putting a little bug in Coach Sylvester's ear about the jump rope routine looking really sloppy to ensure that the others would be stuck in practice long after school let out.
She'd texted Rachel the night before, offering to pick her up from her afternoon dance class in exchange for a little "help" in their history class. The brunette had readily agreed, much to Quinn's relief and now she sat here in Rachel's room, taking in its pale yellow walls and white furniture. It was nice and simple and somehow suited the singer despite her usually larger than life personality.
Their silence was companionable and Quinn found herself wondering if it would be like this if she were to date the brunette. She'd been thinking about that a lot lately. She'd tried desperately not to, but even mundane things like running to the grocery store for her mother had her in the pasta aisle for twenty minutes planning the perfect meal to cook for the brunette.
She just didn't know how Rachel felt and that made Quinn nervous. She wasn't the type of girl to chase after anyone, but Rachel made her want to seek her out. And Quinn couldn't ignore those feelings. So, she'd spent the last twenty minutes trying to figure out what to say and failing miserably.
"So..." she started, cursing herself for trying too hard to sound casual. "I heard that new musical turned movie is coming out on Friday. I kind of want to see it, but no one will go with me. I was kind of wondering if you wanted to maybe...go with me." She closed her eyes, letting her head fall back. She could kill herself right now. That had to have been the lamest thing she had ever said in her entire life. Where had the old Quinn Fabray gone.
"I'd love to go," Rachel said slowly.
Quinn smiled. "If you want we can meet up and grab something to eat."
She heard the pen stop and felt more than saw Rachel's head turn. "Just the two of us?"
The drew the blonde's gaze. "Yeah. Why not?"
"Don't you think that will be a little weird?"
"Why would it be weird? It's just dinner and a movie."
"Also known as a date and it kind of sounded like you were asking me on one."
The blonde didn't say anything. Instead she just stared at Rachel.
Rachel slid forward as she tilted Quinn's head back, kissing her. Her kiss was slow and teasing, building in heat as she somehow managed to straddle the blonde's waist without breaking the kiss. Quinn's hand pulled the white, crisp blouse from Rachel's short, pleated skirt, her hand slipping up under to tease the soft warm skin that made Rachel gasp. She left her hands explore as much as possible, deftly unhooking the brunette's bra. She scratch lightly, thoroughly enjoy the soft mewing sound Rachel was making as their hips rocked against one another. Quinn's arousal was acute and she had to breathe slowly, trying to keep from going off like a rocket. Her hands slipped down and up under Rachel's skirt, moaning when she felt bare skin and a thin scrap of fabric. She could feel the wetness pooling between her own thighs, ruining yet another pair of panties. Grabbing her ass as their hips rocked faster, Quinn pulled back to meet Rachel's eyes, trying to convey what the brunette hadn't let her say.
She knew Rachel understood. She could see it reflected in the chocolate color eyes staring back at her. They stayed that way as their rhythm built and then Rachel was falling forward, gasping out her release and taking Quinn with her. The blonde let her fingers pull at the thong, but small hands grasped hers. Rachel's eyes were on her face again. "I think we need to get back to our homework," she said slowling, her voice rough.
Defeated, Quinn nodded slowly.