fic: Rachel Berry's Six Point Plan On How To Lose Her Virginity In A Hayloft (1/2)
Title: Rachel Berry's Six Point Plan On How To Lose Her Virginity In A Hayloft (Or How Quinn Learned to Stop Worrying And Love The Crazy) (1/2)
Author: jkeshen
Rating: R for the first chapter, NC-17 for the second
Length: ~3000 for the first chapter
Spoilers: Up to 'Original Song' just to be safe
Pairing(s): Quinn/Rachel, Brittany/Santana, past Rachel/Jesse.
Summary: Fueled by her determination to be as close to stardom as possible, Rachel decides to take Quinn and herself through a wild journey of sets, costumes and backup singers to make her first time one that won't be forgotten. BASICALLY, Rachel wants to lose her virginity ala Spring Awakening and along the way, shenanigans occur. For this prompt at the glee_kink_meme.
A/N: UnBeta'd so all mistakes are mine.
When Quinn first started dating Rachel, she never actually thought about the baggage that came with the other girl.
Sure, she didn't actually have time to think about it at first, seeing as their relationship began with a few deep cutting jibes that ended with an intense make out session and a date for that Friday at Breadstix; but even after that she didn't think about anything besides Rachel's butt (and her eyes, and her smile, and her boobs and...well fine, Rachel.)
Only after Rachel asked Quinn to be her girlfriend and Quinn accepted did she start noticing Rachel's...well, crazy.
It wasn't like her girlfriend was anything weird like a serial killer or a gun enthusiast or a postage stamp collector; the girl was just really enthusiastic, which was great in some aspects of their relationship (oh, boy was it great) but in others, well...
“So I'm thinking a September wedding would be perfect! I already have the flower arrangements and the cake flavours picked out and it really all depends on whether you're willing to propose to me in an intimate profession of love in our one room apartment in New York when I am twenty one and searching for roles to no avail and you're holding several jobs to keep us afloat and we're both stressed but it's ok because we're together and that is the most important thing and you confess, with tears streaming down your face about how I'm the shining star that keeps you going and how you live to see me smile because it is the most beautiful sight in all the world and your hands are shaking as you kneel and offer me your grandmother's ring and when I accept, we both burst in tears because we're so happy and we cuddle all through the night...”
She takes a breath and below the layers of shock and puzzlement, Quinn is thankful that the other girl didn't pass out during her one breath monologue,
“Or when I'm twenty five and the night after I win the remaining T of my EGOT, you propose in front of thousands of people on the stage on which I headline Wicked and bring people to tears with your heart-warming speech of our love and success,” she pauses in consideration, “Which, if you do choose this option, I'll have to request that you wait until after I've scrubbed off the remaining of my stage makeup; so help me God, Quinn, if you propose to me spontaneously without my knowledge, I will beat you over the head with my awards and are you even paying attention, Quinn?”
Quinn blinked a few times as if she was trying to sort out the jumble of words that Rachel threw at her. What in the hell just happened? She just asked Rachel if her sandwich was any good and then that happened; Quinn was pretty sure that if she was chewing something at the time she would have choked (and she was even more positive that Rachel would scold her for interrupting before she would make a move to resuscitate her).
“Quinn? Was the topic I chose to bring up inappropriate?” Rachel's voice seemed to have lost all it's confidence and her tone was as meek as could be. Quinn sighed, the internal fight between HBIC Quinn and Affectionate Quinn ending as the latter took the wheel and shook her head no.
“Rachel, it wasn't not inappropriate it's just...not a topic I - or anyone else for that matter - would bring up at this time...or place.”
“I agree.”
Rachel turned in her seat at Kurt's voice to see ten faces staring back at her; their expressions ranging from shock to fear to arousal to smugness and finally, confusion. Quinn begrudgingly turned to face the rest of the Glee Club who were seated in the risers above them and made sure to send a glare at the smug look on Finn's face. When Finn Hudson makes a valid point against you only to have you brush it off and then have it come back and bite you in the butt ('it' being Rachel's insanity), it doesn't exactly feel good.
Kurt's comment seemed to break the dam and soon enough, the glee clubbers were pulling themselves out of their shocked states and hurling comments at the couple.
“Haven't you guys been dating for like, a month?”
“Jesus, Berry, have you even given it up yet?”
“I'm so glad all I got was the cat calendars.”
“Quinn, whatever you do....Don't let her choose the gowns.”
“Can Rachel see into the future or did she just read the spoilers on that website where there's porn of me and S?”
“Brittany...just, what?”
“Enough!”
The wall of sound was broken with Quinn's shout. Quinn sighed and shot one last glare to signal that this was the end of the conversation before turning around, facing the door and waiting for Mr Schue to arrive.
A few moments of fear instilled silence go by until,
“So that's a big 'no' on whether you were boning yet.”
“Of course,” Quinn thought to herself and sighed. She was about two seconds away from turning around and ripping the weaves out of Santana's hair before her girlfriend decided to interrupt,
“If you must know, Santana. Quinn and I haven't, as you so crudely put, 'boned' yet but I assure you and everyone else here that I have every intention to!”. With that the girl harrumphed, sent a glare to everyone, pulled Quinn out the door causing the girl to stumble behind her storm out and leaving behind nine shocked faces (and one aroused one).
-
“Babe...”
“Mmf?”
“I...I was wondering wha- Oh God, that feels good...I mean, I was thi-thinking about...”
Rachel lifts her face from the markings on Quinn's neck, her hips ceasing movements and her eyes searching Quinn's dazed ones for an answer.
“What, Quinn?”
Quinn blinks blearily before looking at Rachel's lips. Crap, what was she thinking about?
“I...um forgot.”
Rachel growls before diving back into Quinn's neck, bringing more teeth into her kisses. A few moments of dry humping and aggressive necking go by before,
“I re-remember! Rachel, move.”
Rachel sighs into Quinn's neck. Quinn Fabray took the 'teasing not pleasing' thing very seriously; sure, it was completely inadvertent but it sucked nonetheless.
“What?”
Quinn laughs at Rachel's pained expression, she knows what she's doing to the other girl. Hell, anyone who has ever dated Rachel knew how horny she got after a storm-out; something about adrenaline from leaving everyone amazed in her wake and being a diva like Barba...Quinn wasn't really sure.
“Did you really mean what you said to Santana?”
Rachel looks affronted.
“Of course I meant it, Quinn! An evergreen shrub is much more suitable than a hydrangea shrub for her front yard regardless of how...interesting Santana finds the latter!”
Quinn blinks in confusion before shaking her head of the questions and sitting up, effectively pushing Rachel off her lap.
“I wasn't talking about...whatever the hell you just mentioned, I was talking about the whole sex thing.”
Rachel rolls her eyes at the fact that Quinn still drops her voice when she mentions it. Her girlfriend's personality changes between uptight Christian girl and complete horndog still gives her whiplash.
“I meant it, Quinn. I mean...not right at this moment but I'd like to...with you,” Rachel smiles shyly at the other girl before continuing, “do you...want to make love with me?”
Quinn smiles at her girlfriend's bashfulness. The truth was a resounding yes. She actually felt ready with Rachel, a feeling that was sorely missing with Finn and Puck and Sam and...God, how did she not know she was gay?
Sure, she was still aggressively keeping the boundaries in how far she let herself get with Rachel but the more she got endeared to the other girl, the more she was willing to throw away her fear and hesitation and destroy her sexual hang ups.
She leans in for a kiss, her hand reaching up to rest on Rachel's cheek.
“I do.”
-
Two months.
Two insane months of fights and name calling followed by cheesy apologies and angsty duets in Glee go by before something finally happens.
That 'something' is the return of Jesse St. James and his subsequent induction as the assistant coach of Glee Club. The club were not as excited about it as Mr Schuester thought they would be.
“No way, Mr Schue. Guy's a spy.”
Why would be let him back in after what he did to Rachel?”
“It seems like everyone is doing things just to hurt me again!”
“Who's that?”
“Why did Mr Schue's son come back? Did he forget his lunch?”
“Hell to the no, Mr Schuester!”
The rest of the club quieted down at the outburst and turned to face that member. A few moments of silence go by before the staring gets to her.
“What are you guys look at?”
Quinn was caught between confused and angry at the reaction of her statement. Finally, Mercedes decided to break the silence.
“Girl, remember when when we went to Church and my mom explained it to you?”
“Oh, right. That.” Quinn blushed and nodded, mumbling back the words Mercedes gave to her.
“Speak up.”
Quinn huffed, “Pregnant does not equal black,” at Mercedes' nod she went on, “can we get back to the actual issue now?”
At that, the glee club seemed to realise that problem at hand and turned around to glare at Jesse and by proxy, Mr Schue.
“I have no intention of ruining you guys. Mr Schuester called me up and offered me a generous payload so I could teach you future real estate agents and burger flippers a few things until I can get back to LA.”
Rachel looked completely affronted by Jesse's rant.
“I resent that!”
Jesse blinked owlishly before,
“Oh, yes. Except you, Rachel.”
Rachel's features immediately shifted to approving, smug grin before turning to see the not impressed scowl on her girlfriends face and turning back to glare at Jesse.
Mr Schue decided to take that moment to clap his hands and do his job.
“Right, you guys! You don't have to like him but he is going to be here and he is going to help us win Nationals no matter what so I think we should be accepting of the unchangeable and give a warm rewelcome to Jesse!”
Silence.
“Go home, guys.”
-
“So, Berry. Be honest with me here. How far did you let St. Gaymes get?”
Rachel looked up from her vegan meatballs, completely unimpressed at Santana's lack of tact.
“Santana! That is not appropriate dinner talk!”
Quinn's hiss only elicited an eye roll from Santana. The girl got all huffy when they talked about tampons for Christ' sake, she'd had enough with this pearl clutching bullshit.
“Look, you guys. I don't have to be here. The only reason I bothered showing up to this double date disaster is because Breadstix doesn't let me in here alone any more and Britts wanted a banana split sundae. Now if I have to be stuck with Virgins' Mary and Berry, I wants to get some entertainment; now answer the damn question, troll.”
“There's a troll living under my bed. He wears a yellow hat.”
Santana ignores Brittany's random non-sequiter and motions for Rachel to answer.
“Well? I know you didn't give it up to him but did you let him touch your boobs? Maybe give his Little Curly a hand?”
Quinn drops her knife and fork.
“That's it, Santana! We are having dinner! Just because you have the sexual nature of a Russian prostitute doesn't mean we all do! Grow some damn tact and stop thinking with your vagina for once.”
The atmosphere is completely shifted with a bouts of silence punctuated with sounds of cutlery hitting the plates and eating before Santana drops her fork into the plate and stands up, leaning in closer to Quinn.
“I'm going to go to the bathroom now, and by that, I mean that I'm going to take Brittany with me and we are going to have sex in one of the stalls,” Santana's harsh whisper paints Quinn in a blush, “I'm going to stick my tongue into her vagina until she comes in my mouth and then I'm going to come back here and smile at the fact that the finger I'm going to use to flip you off will be the one that was knuckle deep inside of her.”
Santana huffs and pulls back, grabbing Brittany by the hand and sure enough, dragging the smiling and waving blonde to the women's bathroom. Quinn is left fuming and blushing at the table with Rachel who is fighting off her own blush.
-
The ride home is spent in silence. Quinn is still furious that she didn't get the last word and Rachel is trying to figure out what the muffled NPR is saying.
“If it makes you feel better, I didn't get that far with Jesse. I think our most passionate night was when I told him I didn't want to have sex with him and then he walked out.
Quinn sighs. She wasn't angry at the fact that her girlfriend might have gotten along sexually with her ex who was back and tanned and perfectly compatible for her and...ok, so maybe she was a little angry about that.
“It's ok, Rach. I'm not upset about it anymore.”
“Although, afterwards I did agree to have sex with him, I had an elaborate Madonna number play out in my head which was totally erotic and romantic,”
“I get it, Rachel.”
“but it obviously led nowhere seeing as my now-proven fear of having my heart broken stopped me before I made a mistake,”
“Made your point, Berry.”
“but it did influence me to conjure up a new sexual fantasy that contained me and my then leading man losing our virginities together in a mess of angst and hormones in a hayloft ala Spring Awakening,”
“This isn't reassuring me at all, Rachel.”
“seeing as he is the split image of the original leading man and myself as his counterpart, it was easy to imagine us as the titular characters on the show and much easier to imagine us in the iconic lovemaking scene,”
“I'm turning the radio on.”
“I actually had it planned out in my head, how I would give my virginity to him. I knew having someone as theatrical as Jesse would have been an amazing opportunity to not only share said lovemaking but to also have a life experience that would help garner me that role in future.”
“This song is awful.”
“However, said break up ruined any chance of me ever giving myself to him and those plans soon went to waste.”
“Is that it?” Quinn averts her eyes from the road to look at Rachel, “Are you done talking about this now?”
Rachel nods and they both bask in the silence for a while as Quinn subtly speeds up on the empty road, hoping to get home before her mom does and Rachel cursing the loss of her amazing plans.
“OH MY GOD, QUINN!”
Quinn honest to God jumps in shock at Rachel's outburst, the car swerves to the right and knocks some poor family's trashcan over, sending it's contents all over the bonnet of the car. When Quinn gains back control of said auto-mobile she pulls over and turns in her seat.
“Are you insane?”
“Quinn! I've got it! I've got the perfect plan!”
“Really, did it not reach over to what just happened there because we almost died, Berry.”
Rachel huffed.
“Don't be overdramatic, Quinn. I just had the most amazing idea ever and I think it validates a little trouble. Now listen carefully, I want to give you my virginity.”
Quinn blanches, her angry mumblings die down and her eyes grow wide.
“What?”
“I want to lose my virginity to you, probably sometime next month.”
“What?”
“I've decided that I want to lose it in an elaborate set up as characters from the modern Broadway sensation, Spring Awakening. I will, of course play the titular female lead, Wendla Bergmann and you can play the male lead, Melchior Gabor. Nothing against your femininity, I just think I fit better for the role of Wendla but we can have auditions if you want!”
“What?”
“Quinn,” Rachel sighs and summons up her all her acting training, “I want to give something really special to you in a display that is really special to me,” and tears, “Do you want to join me in this endeavour.”
Damn it. How could she even say 'no', Rachel was looking all teary eyed and puffed lip at her.
“I do, Rach. It's just...”
“Perfect! Costume fittings will be this Saturday at noon, bye Quinn!”
And with a kiss on her cheek, Rachel jumps out of the car and runs into her house before Quinn could back out. Quinn sighs and drops her head back into the seat. What the hell did she just agree to?
Author: jkeshen
Rating: R for the first chapter, NC-17 for the second
Length: ~3000 for the first chapter
Spoilers: Up to 'Original Song' just to be safe
Pairing(s): Quinn/Rachel, Brittany/Santana, past Rachel/Jesse.
Summary: Fueled by her determination to be as close to stardom as possible, Rachel decides to take Quinn and herself through a wild journey of sets, costumes and backup singers to make her first time one that won't be forgotten. BASICALLY, Rachel wants to lose her virginity ala Spring Awakening and along the way, shenanigans occur. For this prompt at the glee_kink_meme.
A/N: UnBeta'd so all mistakes are mine.
When Quinn first started dating Rachel, she never actually thought about the baggage that came with the other girl.
Sure, she didn't actually have time to think about it at first, seeing as their relationship began with a few deep cutting jibes that ended with an intense make out session and a date for that Friday at Breadstix; but even after that she didn't think about anything besides Rachel's butt (and her eyes, and her smile, and her boobs and...well fine, Rachel.)
Only after Rachel asked Quinn to be her girlfriend and Quinn accepted did she start noticing Rachel's...well, crazy.
It wasn't like her girlfriend was anything weird like a serial killer or a gun enthusiast or a postage stamp collector; the girl was just really enthusiastic, which was great in some aspects of their relationship (oh, boy was it great) but in others, well...
“So I'm thinking a September wedding would be perfect! I already have the flower arrangements and the cake flavours picked out and it really all depends on whether you're willing to propose to me in an intimate profession of love in our one room apartment in New York when I am twenty one and searching for roles to no avail and you're holding several jobs to keep us afloat and we're both stressed but it's ok because we're together and that is the most important thing and you confess, with tears streaming down your face about how I'm the shining star that keeps you going and how you live to see me smile because it is the most beautiful sight in all the world and your hands are shaking as you kneel and offer me your grandmother's ring and when I accept, we both burst in tears because we're so happy and we cuddle all through the night...”
She takes a breath and below the layers of shock and puzzlement, Quinn is thankful that the other girl didn't pass out during her one breath monologue,
“Or when I'm twenty five and the night after I win the remaining T of my EGOT, you propose in front of thousands of people on the stage on which I headline Wicked and bring people to tears with your heart-warming speech of our love and success,” she pauses in consideration, “Which, if you do choose this option, I'll have to request that you wait until after I've scrubbed off the remaining of my stage makeup; so help me God, Quinn, if you propose to me spontaneously without my knowledge, I will beat you over the head with my awards and are you even paying attention, Quinn?”
Quinn blinked a few times as if she was trying to sort out the jumble of words that Rachel threw at her. What in the hell just happened? She just asked Rachel if her sandwich was any good and then that happened; Quinn was pretty sure that if she was chewing something at the time she would have choked (and she was even more positive that Rachel would scold her for interrupting before she would make a move to resuscitate her).
“Quinn? Was the topic I chose to bring up inappropriate?” Rachel's voice seemed to have lost all it's confidence and her tone was as meek as could be. Quinn sighed, the internal fight between HBIC Quinn and Affectionate Quinn ending as the latter took the wheel and shook her head no.
“Rachel, it wasn't not inappropriate it's just...not a topic I - or anyone else for that matter - would bring up at this time...or place.”
“I agree.”
Rachel turned in her seat at Kurt's voice to see ten faces staring back at her; their expressions ranging from shock to fear to arousal to smugness and finally, confusion. Quinn begrudgingly turned to face the rest of the Glee Club who were seated in the risers above them and made sure to send a glare at the smug look on Finn's face. When Finn Hudson makes a valid point against you only to have you brush it off and then have it come back and bite you in the butt ('it' being Rachel's insanity), it doesn't exactly feel good.
Kurt's comment seemed to break the dam and soon enough, the glee clubbers were pulling themselves out of their shocked states and hurling comments at the couple.
“Haven't you guys been dating for like, a month?”
“Jesus, Berry, have you even given it up yet?”
“I'm so glad all I got was the cat calendars.”
“Quinn, whatever you do....Don't let her choose the gowns.”
“Can Rachel see into the future or did she just read the spoilers on that website where there's porn of me and S?”
“Brittany...just, what?”
“Enough!”
The wall of sound was broken with Quinn's shout. Quinn sighed and shot one last glare to signal that this was the end of the conversation before turning around, facing the door and waiting for Mr Schue to arrive.
A few moments of fear instilled silence go by until,
“So that's a big 'no' on whether you were boning yet.”
“Of course,” Quinn thought to herself and sighed. She was about two seconds away from turning around and ripping the weaves out of Santana's hair before her girlfriend decided to interrupt,
“If you must know, Santana. Quinn and I haven't, as you so crudely put, 'boned' yet but I assure you and everyone else here that I have every intention to!”. With that the girl harrumphed, sent a glare to everyone, pulled Quinn out the door causing the girl to stumble behind her storm out and leaving behind nine shocked faces (and one aroused one).
-
“Babe...”
“Mmf?”
“I...I was wondering wha- Oh God, that feels good...I mean, I was thi-thinking about...”
Rachel lifts her face from the markings on Quinn's neck, her hips ceasing movements and her eyes searching Quinn's dazed ones for an answer.
“What, Quinn?”
Quinn blinks blearily before looking at Rachel's lips. Crap, what was she thinking about?
“I...um forgot.”
Rachel growls before diving back into Quinn's neck, bringing more teeth into her kisses. A few moments of dry humping and aggressive necking go by before,
“I re-remember! Rachel, move.”
Rachel sighs into Quinn's neck. Quinn Fabray took the 'teasing not pleasing' thing very seriously; sure, it was completely inadvertent but it sucked nonetheless.
“What?”
Quinn laughs at Rachel's pained expression, she knows what she's doing to the other girl. Hell, anyone who has ever dated Rachel knew how horny she got after a storm-out; something about adrenaline from leaving everyone amazed in her wake and being a diva like Barba...Quinn wasn't really sure.
“Did you really mean what you said to Santana?”
Rachel looks affronted.
“Of course I meant it, Quinn! An evergreen shrub is much more suitable than a hydrangea shrub for her front yard regardless of how...interesting Santana finds the latter!”
Quinn blinks in confusion before shaking her head of the questions and sitting up, effectively pushing Rachel off her lap.
“I wasn't talking about...whatever the hell you just mentioned, I was talking about the whole sex thing.”
Rachel rolls her eyes at the fact that Quinn still drops her voice when she mentions it. Her girlfriend's personality changes between uptight Christian girl and complete horndog still gives her whiplash.
“I meant it, Quinn. I mean...not right at this moment but I'd like to...with you,” Rachel smiles shyly at the other girl before continuing, “do you...want to make love with me?”
Quinn smiles at her girlfriend's bashfulness. The truth was a resounding yes. She actually felt ready with Rachel, a feeling that was sorely missing with Finn and Puck and Sam and...God, how did she not know she was gay?
Sure, she was still aggressively keeping the boundaries in how far she let herself get with Rachel but the more she got endeared to the other girl, the more she was willing to throw away her fear and hesitation and destroy her sexual hang ups.
She leans in for a kiss, her hand reaching up to rest on Rachel's cheek.
“I do.”
-
Two months.
Two insane months of fights and name calling followed by cheesy apologies and angsty duets in Glee go by before something finally happens.
That 'something' is the return of Jesse St. James and his subsequent induction as the assistant coach of Glee Club. The club were not as excited about it as Mr Schuester thought they would be.
“No way, Mr Schue. Guy's a spy.”
Why would be let him back in after what he did to Rachel?”
“It seems like everyone is doing things just to hurt me again!”
“Who's that?”
“Why did Mr Schue's son come back? Did he forget his lunch?”
“Hell to the no, Mr Schuester!”
The rest of the club quieted down at the outburst and turned to face that member. A few moments of silence go by before the staring gets to her.
“What are you guys look at?”
Quinn was caught between confused and angry at the reaction of her statement. Finally, Mercedes decided to break the silence.
“Girl, remember when when we went to Church and my mom explained it to you?”
“Oh, right. That.” Quinn blushed and nodded, mumbling back the words Mercedes gave to her.
“Speak up.”
Quinn huffed, “Pregnant does not equal black,” at Mercedes' nod she went on, “can we get back to the actual issue now?”
At that, the glee club seemed to realise that problem at hand and turned around to glare at Jesse and by proxy, Mr Schue.
“I have no intention of ruining you guys. Mr Schuester called me up and offered me a generous payload so I could teach you future real estate agents and burger flippers a few things until I can get back to LA.”
Rachel looked completely affronted by Jesse's rant.
“I resent that!”
Jesse blinked owlishly before,
“Oh, yes. Except you, Rachel.”
Rachel's features immediately shifted to approving, smug grin before turning to see the not impressed scowl on her girlfriends face and turning back to glare at Jesse.
Mr Schue decided to take that moment to clap his hands and do his job.
“Right, you guys! You don't have to like him but he is going to be here and he is going to help us win Nationals no matter what so I think we should be accepting of the unchangeable and give a warm rewelcome to Jesse!”
Silence.
“Go home, guys.”
-
“So, Berry. Be honest with me here. How far did you let St. Gaymes get?”
Rachel looked up from her vegan meatballs, completely unimpressed at Santana's lack of tact.
“Santana! That is not appropriate dinner talk!”
Quinn's hiss only elicited an eye roll from Santana. The girl got all huffy when they talked about tampons for Christ' sake, she'd had enough with this pearl clutching bullshit.
“Look, you guys. I don't have to be here. The only reason I bothered showing up to this double date disaster is because Breadstix doesn't let me in here alone any more and Britts wanted a banana split sundae. Now if I have to be stuck with Virgins' Mary and Berry, I wants to get some entertainment; now answer the damn question, troll.”
“There's a troll living under my bed. He wears a yellow hat.”
Santana ignores Brittany's random non-sequiter and motions for Rachel to answer.
“Well? I know you didn't give it up to him but did you let him touch your boobs? Maybe give his Little Curly a hand?”
Quinn drops her knife and fork.
“That's it, Santana! We are having dinner! Just because you have the sexual nature of a Russian prostitute doesn't mean we all do! Grow some damn tact and stop thinking with your vagina for once.”
The atmosphere is completely shifted with a bouts of silence punctuated with sounds of cutlery hitting the plates and eating before Santana drops her fork into the plate and stands up, leaning in closer to Quinn.
“I'm going to go to the bathroom now, and by that, I mean that I'm going to take Brittany with me and we are going to have sex in one of the stalls,” Santana's harsh whisper paints Quinn in a blush, “I'm going to stick my tongue into her vagina until she comes in my mouth and then I'm going to come back here and smile at the fact that the finger I'm going to use to flip you off will be the one that was knuckle deep inside of her.”
Santana huffs and pulls back, grabbing Brittany by the hand and sure enough, dragging the smiling and waving blonde to the women's bathroom. Quinn is left fuming and blushing at the table with Rachel who is fighting off her own blush.
-
The ride home is spent in silence. Quinn is still furious that she didn't get the last word and Rachel is trying to figure out what the muffled NPR is saying.
“If it makes you feel better, I didn't get that far with Jesse. I think our most passionate night was when I told him I didn't want to have sex with him and then he walked out.
Quinn sighs. She wasn't angry at the fact that her girlfriend might have gotten along sexually with her ex who was back and tanned and perfectly compatible for her and...ok, so maybe she was a little angry about that.
“It's ok, Rach. I'm not upset about it anymore.”
“Although, afterwards I did agree to have sex with him, I had an elaborate Madonna number play out in my head which was totally erotic and romantic,”
“I get it, Rachel.”
“but it obviously led nowhere seeing as my now-proven fear of having my heart broken stopped me before I made a mistake,”
“Made your point, Berry.”
“but it did influence me to conjure up a new sexual fantasy that contained me and my then leading man losing our virginities together in a mess of angst and hormones in a hayloft ala Spring Awakening,”
“This isn't reassuring me at all, Rachel.”
“seeing as he is the split image of the original leading man and myself as his counterpart, it was easy to imagine us as the titular characters on the show and much easier to imagine us in the iconic lovemaking scene,”
“I'm turning the radio on.”
“I actually had it planned out in my head, how I would give my virginity to him. I knew having someone as theatrical as Jesse would have been an amazing opportunity to not only share said lovemaking but to also have a life experience that would help garner me that role in future.”
“This song is awful.”
“However, said break up ruined any chance of me ever giving myself to him and those plans soon went to waste.”
“Is that it?” Quinn averts her eyes from the road to look at Rachel, “Are you done talking about this now?”
Rachel nods and they both bask in the silence for a while as Quinn subtly speeds up on the empty road, hoping to get home before her mom does and Rachel cursing the loss of her amazing plans.
“OH MY GOD, QUINN!”
Quinn honest to God jumps in shock at Rachel's outburst, the car swerves to the right and knocks some poor family's trashcan over, sending it's contents all over the bonnet of the car. When Quinn gains back control of said auto-mobile she pulls over and turns in her seat.
“Are you insane?”
“Quinn! I've got it! I've got the perfect plan!”
“Really, did it not reach over to what just happened there because we almost died, Berry.”
Rachel huffed.
“Don't be overdramatic, Quinn. I just had the most amazing idea ever and I think it validates a little trouble. Now listen carefully, I want to give you my virginity.”
Quinn blanches, her angry mumblings die down and her eyes grow wide.
“What?”
“I want to lose my virginity to you, probably sometime next month.”
“What?”
“I've decided that I want to lose it in an elaborate set up as characters from the modern Broadway sensation, Spring Awakening. I will, of course play the titular female lead, Wendla Bergmann and you can play the male lead, Melchior Gabor. Nothing against your femininity, I just think I fit better for the role of Wendla but we can have auditions if you want!”
“What?”
“Quinn,” Rachel sighs and summons up her all her acting training, “I want to give something really special to you in a display that is really special to me,” and tears, “Do you want to join me in this endeavour.”
Damn it. How could she even say 'no', Rachel was looking all teary eyed and puffed lip at her.
“I do, Rach. It's just...”
“Perfect! Costume fittings will be this Saturday at noon, bye Quinn!”
And with a kiss on her cheek, Rachel jumps out of the car and runs into her house before Quinn could back out. Quinn sighs and drops her head back into the seat. What the hell did she just agree to?