Be the one and only, wait for me [2/2]
Title: Be the one and only, wait for me [2/2]
Author: leksi231
Pairing,Character(s): Rachel Berry/Quinn Fabray, Brittany Pierce/Santana Lopez, Finn Hudson
Rating: NC-17
Length: 3,136/7,171
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Taken from a prompt over at glee_kink_meme; Quinn is sent to all girls juvie, where she meets Brittany. Aware that she has to find a protector, she asks Rachel, who is, along with Santana, one of the most feared girl there.
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A/N: A bit of a delay. I wanted to put it up at least a week ago but I'm incredibly lazy these days that there is no other excuse. I hope you all like this part, even though I am not very satisfied with it.
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Part One
“Yo, fools, I’m letting you say goodbye to my girlfriend now or we’re getting our mack on again.” Santana’s voice spread through Rachel’s room and then drifted away with the sound of a slamming door.
Rachel and Quinn slowly stood up and made their way to Brittany, who was leaving the place shortly and the Latina was, like she said, very busy with her girlfriend because of it.
The goodbye was swift, only a few hugs and promises of seeing each other when they all get out. After it, Rachel and Quinn let the other two girls be because of Santana’s constant nagging about missing out on important time.
Instead, Quinn set on a comfortable couch in the area near the cafeteria.
“Should we head to lunch soon, master?” Quinn asked Rachel, who was sitting in her lap, kissing her softly from time to time.
“Rachel.” The brunette said and continued to explain, even though Quinn understood very well. “Call me Rachel.”
“Rachel.” Quinn agreed, having the name spoken for the first time was nice, comforting even.
“And to answer your question, we’ll wait for San to separate from Brittany.” Rachel whispered softly, resuming her kissing.
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The lunch was quiet, mostly small talk was made and it was soon over.
Santana wasn’t in the best mood, so Rachel figured it would be better if they just left her alone. She felt bad for her friend but she would be out soon and then she could be with her girlfriend all she wanted.
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“Wait for me.” Quinn repeated for, what seemed like, hundredth time that day.
“You are my one and only.” Rachel said her well practiced line and kissed Quinn once again, not parting for a while.
“I’ll miss you.” The blonde uttered softly, gently lowering her head to concentrate on the floor to keep Rachel away from seeing the blush she was sure spread across her face.
“You’ll be on my mind every day.” Rachel assured her, lifting Quinn’s chin up and looking her directly in the eyes. They stood there for a while, contentedly looking at each other, enjoying the last silence they will have for a month.
A guard interrupted them, saying how Rachel needed to go.
“Wait for me.” Quinn said for the last time.
“You are my one and only.”
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A month for Quinn passed mostly with missing Rachel. Yes, Santana was there and she wasn’t really that lonely, but everyone got tired of the Latina once in a while. Or well, everyone but Brittany but she doesn’t really count.
With the brunette being the only one she knew, no one could stop her from being alone from time to time. She was the type of person that never liked sitting all by herself, locked in her room. Even if she didn’t talk to people beside her, she needed them there.
Rachel was, for that, great for her. She was usually by her side and not very frequently, Quinn tried to concentrate on what she was speaking of but failed to do so. But Rachel understood, so she just stopped talking, letting her girlfriend revel in the comfortable silence she was giving her.
Laying like that, in the singer’s arms, Quinn had the time to think. She thought about what would happen when they got out and how it was all going to be outside, in the real world. For a month she was alone, she had many doubts about her initial thoughts.
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“You still missing that midget?” Santana asked, letting herself in Quinn’s room, not bothering to knock.
“You’re boring Santana. You miss Brittany, too, if not more.” Quinn retorted quickly.
“I do, but I don’t weep about her. You’re just sappy and that shit. I’m awesome.” Santana assured her blonde friend after sitting on her bed.
“No, you’re just an idiot.”
“You know, I can still kick you in your head.” Santana said, glaring angrily at Quinn, who didn’t focus exactly on her.
“But you’re a big softie and you won’t.” The blonde girl teased. “Plus, Brittany would kill you if you punch me.”
“Damn.” Santana commented with a soft chuckle.
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That same month was very busy for Rachel.
Although he incredulously missed her blonde, her ‘friends’ helped with that. Having her parents constantly out of the house and an unlimited credit card allowed her to throw countless parties at her house, getting drunk on every single one.
She knew it was a simply awful habit but it was the only time she could forget about Quinn.
She found herself begin to go out every day with Finn Hudson, a varsity jock in her school. It was good with him, time passed by quickly and he managed to get Rachel to talk a little more instead of just closing herself like she knew sometimes.
She knew very well that Santana would kick her ass if she found out about her new ‘best friend’ but dismissed the thoughts rapidly because the Latina still wasn’t yet out of the juvie, making herself think of Quinn some more.
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“Hey Rach! Awesome party.” Finn yelled over the incredibly loud music.
“I guess it is.” Rachel drunkenly yelled back. She was in the same situation once again, drinking and dancing her melancholy away.
“You’re throwing another one on Friday, right?” He asked loudly and slowly started to annoy Rachel.
“Yes.”
“Then we should go to the mall on Sunday.”
“Sure.” She answered, not really thinking about what he just said and walking away with a, what’s been usual, scowl well placed on her face.
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When Quinn finally got home, she realized she needed new clothes. Or rather, wanted some new clothes. She headed to the Lima mall and, after two hours of exhausting shopping, she sat on a bench, relaxing.
A girl that was standing next to a tall boy in some line looked like Rachel, who she had yet to call, from behind but she shook it off, even though she kept watching them with interest.
The boy is talking and the brunette girl doesn’t seem intrigued at all by it. The tall guy turned and Quinn looked at them as they kissed. From the profile, Quinn can clearly see that the girl is, indeed, her supposed-to-be-girlfriend.
The blonde is left speechless when she gets up from the bench and Rachel turns in her direction. Quinn could see the panicked look that rapidly spread on Rachel’s face. The singer tried to approach her but she ran away quickly, exchanging only a few sentences.
“Quinn, I can explain.” Rachel said hurriedly as she struggled to keep up. “Quinn, please.”
“Explain what, Rachel?” The brunette could see the irritation and hurt in the blonde’s eyes.
“I didn’t want it! He kissed me.” Rachel tried to explain but Quinn’s face stayed the same.
“It seemed pretty damn mutual to me. Goodbye, Rachel.” She answered swiftly and scurried out of the mall soon, leaving Rachel to stand in one place, completely unaware of what she needed to do next. What she didn’t at all need to do until she, as usually, messed everything up.
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Once the brunette got over the initial shock, first thing she did was call Santana. Sure, she didn’t know if the Latina, who came ten minutes later, could really help but it was better her than no one.
“What up, my friend?” Santana asked while taking a sit across from Rachel in a café they agreed on meeting in.
“I saw Quinn.”
“So you interrupted me and Britt’s sexy times to brag about yours? Bro! I’m gone.” The Latina tried to get up and leave but Rachel’s words stopped her.
“She saw Finn kissing me.” The features on Santana’s face hardened but she didn’t say anything until a few moments later.
“Are you sure Finnocence kissed you?”
“Santana!”
“Okay, geez, I’m just checking.” Santana defended herself from Rachel, whose look shifted from being hurt to being annoyed in no time. “Let me guess. She ran away?”
“Yes.” Rachel imply answered, giving time to the taller girl to process what Rachel was going to do next; Santana was the best in planning and stuff, or at least that’s what she claims. “And I don’t have her number.”
“Seriously? She’s supposed to be your girlfriend and you don’t have her number?” Santana asked, though already reached for her phone and searched for the contact.
“I lost it somewhere.” Rachel revealed as she got her friend’s phone and copied the number rapidly.
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When Rachel called for the first time, she got completely ignored. It happened the next time, too. And every singe try ended up being pointless but would she be Rachel Berry if she just gave up that easily?
The calls never worked and Quinn entirely disregarded her, she tried adding some sweet, loving messages. It wandered across her mind how she could be that struck by the girl that she knew for such a short time but she ignored the thought every time it came.
Of course, her new method didn’t work either but she kept going, hoping Quinn would pick up sometime soon. Or late, she really didn’t matter.
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It was Brittany who helped get contact with the other blonde. The dancer met Quinn on the streets of the city, fully random .
After a long talk and catching up, they agreed on having dinner together the following weekend and Brittany hurried to find Rachel, who was waiting on her with Santana.
“I have a plan.” Brittany stated as soon as she was let in Rachel’s house.
“I’m really not in the mood for plans right now.” Rachel commented once they were seated on a spacious couch in the singer’s living room.
“I arranged you a date with Quinn.”
“Say what?” It was Santana who first came out of shock from the blonde’s words.
“Well, not technically. But we’ll make it a date.” Brittany explained herself soon, continuing not long after. “She thinks the two of us are going to dinner but you’ll go instead. You’ll make everything romantic and she won’t run away.”
“And get her some flowers, girls love that shit.”
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Rachel spent the rest of the week constantly planning the ‘date’ with Santana, who was nagging at all times though, and her lovely girlfriend, who was ecstatic to help.
Saturday was coming closer and Rachel’s nerves got the best of her after spending a small fortune on the night. Brittany had tried to calm her friend down, at least a little bit, but all in vain.
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Quinn, on the other hand, spent that week calmly in her room, reading every book she found in her house.
When she received a text from Brittany, informing her about their dinner, she wondered briefly why they’re meeting in such a luxurious restaurant but discharged everything shortly after.
She was content she would be going out of the house for a few hours. Rachel threw her in misery fast, like she was used to before she ever met her.
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Pacing in the back room of the best restaurant in town, Rachel wasn’t sure she was ready to face Quinn alone.
Candles were the only source of light in the room that was decorated with daisies; Quinn’s favorite flower didn’t slip Rachel’s mind. The single table in the middle of the room was set and the brunette sat to try and calm down before Quinn got there.
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Quinn’s hint that something was up is the waiter that slowly escorts her to Rachel. He opens the door gentlemanly to reveal her date that she didn’t know about.
Rachel hurriedly stood up once Quinn stepped inside. The blonde tried to escape but the familiar touch of Rachel’s hand stopped her.
“Please let me explain.” Rachel whispered softly and Quinn could break from her loose grim any time but still stayed. The blonde only turned around to face her again in acceptance.
Rachel took it as a good sign and continued to clarify, from word to word, how she found herself in the situation Quinn saw her with Finn. Quinn’s features softened but she still looked doubtful as they sat down to eat dinner.
The night was comfortable, only having one or two awkward moments in total. They talked like three month ago, in the place where they met. Smiles were lingering on both of their faces as the evening progressed, giving away the coziness that they both felt.
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Quinn felt good with Rachel. Time of reading is now deeply forgotten and the only thing that matters is her date. She felt secure when Rachel’s hand was wrapped around hers in the are that they decided to visit.
She wasn’t alone anymore. She wasn’t guarded in herself anymore.
Rachel felt good with Quinn. The familiar feeling returned again and she liked it. She could stop the pointless parties and drinking because now she had what she needed for more than a month.
She wasn’t alone anymore. She wasn’t guarded in herself anymore.
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Rachel escorted Quinn home, of course. They were standing on her porch and the silence that ruled gave away the emptiness of the house.
“I had a nice time.” Quinn revealed.
“I’m glad.” Rachel simply answered.
The familiar touch of their lips returned when Quinn initiated a kiss. Slow and soft kiss turned into a deeply passionate one quickly and they both felt safe.
Though, it didn’t last long. Quinn parted soon, leaving Rachel to pout before saying their goodbyes and going into her house.
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Rachel let Quinn set the pace this time. She waited for what seemed like an eternity but was actually only three days.
The phone call interrupted Rachel’s usual run. Well, not really usual but the one that happened much lately, trying to clear her mind while ignoring the elliptical her fathers have bought her.
“Hey, I hope I didn’t wake you up.” Quinn’s voice was uncharacteristically cheerful but it brought a smile almost immediately on Rachel’s face. She instantly stopped running and slowly caught her breath again before speaking.
“No, I’m just jogging.” The brunette simply explains and she could swear she was able to feel Quinn’s subtle anxiety.
“Oh, good. Listen, I… Can you come over?” The blonde rapidly asked her, tensing as she did. It wasn’t like Rachel would ever reject her invitation but still…
“Sure. I’ll be there soon.” Rachel said and forced a gentle smile on Quinn’s face, while hers only widened into a grin.
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Twenty minutes later, Rachel was ringing Quinn’s doorbell, noting to herself how the house gave away no signs of someone being in there.
“Hi.” Quinn greeted her while opening the door wider to let her in.
“Good morning.”
“Let’s just go up to my room. No one’s here.” The taller one stated, leading their way upstairs and into a large room that felt homey, unlike every other room Rachel has seen on their way up.
“It’s nice to see you again.” The sentence was fast and the only thing Rachel could come up with while they sat in an, for the first time, uncomfortable silence. Rachel let Quinn talk first, since she wasn’t sure what to say.
“If you only knew how much I want to kiss you now.” Quinn said while staring at Rachel’s desirable lips.
“Please do.”
Their lips touched innocently before Quinn took complete control and laid Rachel down on her bed, moving the kisses to her neck swiftly. Rachel’s hand wandered until it found its way to Quinn’s butt. The recognizable feeling returned in between Rachel’s legs when Quinn’s knee made contact with her aroused clit but was quickly removed.
Quinn was concentrated on kissing Rachel’s mouth again, her tongue drifted around like it was trying to make up for the lost time.
“Quinn.” Rachel moaned out slowly as her hands unbuckled her pants and brought them as far down as she could before Quinn took them off completely. The blonde removed her pants swiftly and then gently pulled up Rachel’s T-shirt, throwing it away once it was off. The kisses continued but Quinn didn’t know what to do next after taking her shirt off. Rachel was giving her control but she wasn’t sure what she should do.
Rachel saw her mind struggle while she slowly pulled off her and Quinn’s panties to the ground. She was ready to submit but Quinn seemed to have trouble with it.
“It’s okay.” She whispered as she turned them around, ending up on top of Quinn with her knees on each side of her body. Her hands just now leaving Quinn’s waist, she let herself enjoy the missed touch before separating her hands and going down with the right one and in theopposite direction with the left one.
Quinn not wearing a bra gave Rachel complete access to her breasts. The first connection made the blonde whimper a little, she has missed this. Rachel’s kisses were distracting her and she didn’t notice brunette’s finger sliding into her. A moan escaped her mouth and Rachel noted to herself that it was the sound she wanted to hear for a long time after that day.
Quinn’s arousal was letting Rachel thrust in her second finger without any problem. The curling of her fingers when she glided them into Quinn as far as she could made the blonde scream out her name quietly.
“That feels… oh… amazing.” Quinn managed to stutter out when Rachel started going faster. Her walls tightened around Rachel’s fingers once she put in the third one. On the edge, Quinn screamed out an encoded word and Rachel curled every finger, successfully bringing the blonde even closer while pushing her G spot.
“Let go, baby.” Rachel softly said and Quinn took that moment to lose herself in a mind-blowing orgasm that she wished for so long before it came true.
Quinn’s blonde hair was being played with by Rachel while she tried to catch her breath again.
“You are my one and only.” Rachel assured her, kissing her cheek tenderly and letting them both relax in the cozy atmosphere before Quinn proceeded to repay her…
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Author: leksi231
Pairing,Character(s): Rachel Berry/Quinn Fabray, Brittany Pierce/Santana Lopez, Finn Hudson
Rating: NC-17
Length: 3,136/7,171
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Taken from a prompt over at glee_kink_meme; Quinn is sent to all girls juvie, where she meets Brittany. Aware that she has to find a protector, she asks Rachel, who is, along with Santana, one of the most feared girl there.
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A/N: A bit of a delay. I wanted to put it up at least a week ago but I'm incredibly lazy these days that there is no other excuse. I hope you all like this part, even though I am not very satisfied with it.
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Part One
“Yo, fools, I’m letting you say goodbye to my girlfriend now or we’re getting our mack on again.” Santana’s voice spread through Rachel’s room and then drifted away with the sound of a slamming door.
Rachel and Quinn slowly stood up and made their way to Brittany, who was leaving the place shortly and the Latina was, like she said, very busy with her girlfriend because of it.
The goodbye was swift, only a few hugs and promises of seeing each other when they all get out. After it, Rachel and Quinn let the other two girls be because of Santana’s constant nagging about missing out on important time.
Instead, Quinn set on a comfortable couch in the area near the cafeteria.
“Should we head to lunch soon, master?” Quinn asked Rachel, who was sitting in her lap, kissing her softly from time to time.
“Rachel.” The brunette said and continued to explain, even though Quinn understood very well. “Call me Rachel.”
“Rachel.” Quinn agreed, having the name spoken for the first time was nice, comforting even.
“And to answer your question, we’ll wait for San to separate from Brittany.” Rachel whispered softly, resuming her kissing.
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The lunch was quiet, mostly small talk was made and it was soon over.
Santana wasn’t in the best mood, so Rachel figured it would be better if they just left her alone. She felt bad for her friend but she would be out soon and then she could be with her girlfriend all she wanted.
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“Wait for me.” Quinn repeated for, what seemed like, hundredth time that day.
“You are my one and only.” Rachel said her well practiced line and kissed Quinn once again, not parting for a while.
“I’ll miss you.” The blonde uttered softly, gently lowering her head to concentrate on the floor to keep Rachel away from seeing the blush she was sure spread across her face.
“You’ll be on my mind every day.” Rachel assured her, lifting Quinn’s chin up and looking her directly in the eyes. They stood there for a while, contentedly looking at each other, enjoying the last silence they will have for a month.
A guard interrupted them, saying how Rachel needed to go.
“Wait for me.” Quinn said for the last time.
“You are my one and only.”
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A month for Quinn passed mostly with missing Rachel. Yes, Santana was there and she wasn’t really that lonely, but everyone got tired of the Latina once in a while. Or well, everyone but Brittany but she doesn’t really count.
With the brunette being the only one she knew, no one could stop her from being alone from time to time. She was the type of person that never liked sitting all by herself, locked in her room. Even if she didn’t talk to people beside her, she needed them there.
Rachel was, for that, great for her. She was usually by her side and not very frequently, Quinn tried to concentrate on what she was speaking of but failed to do so. But Rachel understood, so she just stopped talking, letting her girlfriend revel in the comfortable silence she was giving her.
Laying like that, in the singer’s arms, Quinn had the time to think. She thought about what would happen when they got out and how it was all going to be outside, in the real world. For a month she was alone, she had many doubts about her initial thoughts.
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“You still missing that midget?” Santana asked, letting herself in Quinn’s room, not bothering to knock.
“You’re boring Santana. You miss Brittany, too, if not more.” Quinn retorted quickly.
“I do, but I don’t weep about her. You’re just sappy and that shit. I’m awesome.” Santana assured her blonde friend after sitting on her bed.
“No, you’re just an idiot.”
“You know, I can still kick you in your head.” Santana said, glaring angrily at Quinn, who didn’t focus exactly on her.
“But you’re a big softie and you won’t.” The blonde girl teased. “Plus, Brittany would kill you if you punch me.”
“Damn.” Santana commented with a soft chuckle.
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That same month was very busy for Rachel.
Although he incredulously missed her blonde, her ‘friends’ helped with that. Having her parents constantly out of the house and an unlimited credit card allowed her to throw countless parties at her house, getting drunk on every single one.
She knew it was a simply awful habit but it was the only time she could forget about Quinn.
She found herself begin to go out every day with Finn Hudson, a varsity jock in her school. It was good with him, time passed by quickly and he managed to get Rachel to talk a little more instead of just closing herself like she knew sometimes.
She knew very well that Santana would kick her ass if she found out about her new ‘best friend’ but dismissed the thoughts rapidly because the Latina still wasn’t yet out of the juvie, making herself think of Quinn some more.
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“Hey Rach! Awesome party.” Finn yelled over the incredibly loud music.
“I guess it is.” Rachel drunkenly yelled back. She was in the same situation once again, drinking and dancing her melancholy away.
“You’re throwing another one on Friday, right?” He asked loudly and slowly started to annoy Rachel.
“Yes.”
“Then we should go to the mall on Sunday.”
“Sure.” She answered, not really thinking about what he just said and walking away with a, what’s been usual, scowl well placed on her face.
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When Quinn finally got home, she realized she needed new clothes. Or rather, wanted some new clothes. She headed to the Lima mall and, after two hours of exhausting shopping, she sat on a bench, relaxing.
A girl that was standing next to a tall boy in some line looked like Rachel, who she had yet to call, from behind but she shook it off, even though she kept watching them with interest.
The boy is talking and the brunette girl doesn’t seem intrigued at all by it. The tall guy turned and Quinn looked at them as they kissed. From the profile, Quinn can clearly see that the girl is, indeed, her supposed-to-be-girlfriend.
The blonde is left speechless when she gets up from the bench and Rachel turns in her direction. Quinn could see the panicked look that rapidly spread on Rachel’s face. The singer tried to approach her but she ran away quickly, exchanging only a few sentences.
“Quinn, I can explain.” Rachel said hurriedly as she struggled to keep up. “Quinn, please.”
“Explain what, Rachel?” The brunette could see the irritation and hurt in the blonde’s eyes.
“I didn’t want it! He kissed me.” Rachel tried to explain but Quinn’s face stayed the same.
“It seemed pretty damn mutual to me. Goodbye, Rachel.” She answered swiftly and scurried out of the mall soon, leaving Rachel to stand in one place, completely unaware of what she needed to do next. What she didn’t at all need to do until she, as usually, messed everything up.
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Once the brunette got over the initial shock, first thing she did was call Santana. Sure, she didn’t know if the Latina, who came ten minutes later, could really help but it was better her than no one.
“What up, my friend?” Santana asked while taking a sit across from Rachel in a café they agreed on meeting in.
“I saw Quinn.”
“So you interrupted me and Britt’s sexy times to brag about yours? Bro! I’m gone.” The Latina tried to get up and leave but Rachel’s words stopped her.
“She saw Finn kissing me.” The features on Santana’s face hardened but she didn’t say anything until a few moments later.
“Are you sure Finnocence kissed you?”
“Santana!”
“Okay, geez, I’m just checking.” Santana defended herself from Rachel, whose look shifted from being hurt to being annoyed in no time. “Let me guess. She ran away?”
“Yes.” Rachel imply answered, giving time to the taller girl to process what Rachel was going to do next; Santana was the best in planning and stuff, or at least that’s what she claims. “And I don’t have her number.”
“Seriously? She’s supposed to be your girlfriend and you don’t have her number?” Santana asked, though already reached for her phone and searched for the contact.
“I lost it somewhere.” Rachel revealed as she got her friend’s phone and copied the number rapidly.
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When Rachel called for the first time, she got completely ignored. It happened the next time, too. And every singe try ended up being pointless but would she be Rachel Berry if she just gave up that easily?
The calls never worked and Quinn entirely disregarded her, she tried adding some sweet, loving messages. It wandered across her mind how she could be that struck by the girl that she knew for such a short time but she ignored the thought every time it came.
Of course, her new method didn’t work either but she kept going, hoping Quinn would pick up sometime soon. Or late, she really didn’t matter.
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It was Brittany who helped get contact with the other blonde. The dancer met Quinn on the streets of the city, fully random .
After a long talk and catching up, they agreed on having dinner together the following weekend and Brittany hurried to find Rachel, who was waiting on her with Santana.
“I have a plan.” Brittany stated as soon as she was let in Rachel’s house.
“I’m really not in the mood for plans right now.” Rachel commented once they were seated on a spacious couch in the singer’s living room.
“I arranged you a date with Quinn.”
“Say what?” It was Santana who first came out of shock from the blonde’s words.
“Well, not technically. But we’ll make it a date.” Brittany explained herself soon, continuing not long after. “She thinks the two of us are going to dinner but you’ll go instead. You’ll make everything romantic and she won’t run away.”
“And get her some flowers, girls love that shit.”
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Rachel spent the rest of the week constantly planning the ‘date’ with Santana, who was nagging at all times though, and her lovely girlfriend, who was ecstatic to help.
Saturday was coming closer and Rachel’s nerves got the best of her after spending a small fortune on the night. Brittany had tried to calm her friend down, at least a little bit, but all in vain.
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Quinn, on the other hand, spent that week calmly in her room, reading every book she found in her house.
When she received a text from Brittany, informing her about their dinner, she wondered briefly why they’re meeting in such a luxurious restaurant but discharged everything shortly after.
She was content she would be going out of the house for a few hours. Rachel threw her in misery fast, like she was used to before she ever met her.
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Pacing in the back room of the best restaurant in town, Rachel wasn’t sure she was ready to face Quinn alone.
Candles were the only source of light in the room that was decorated with daisies; Quinn’s favorite flower didn’t slip Rachel’s mind. The single table in the middle of the room was set and the brunette sat to try and calm down before Quinn got there.
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Quinn’s hint that something was up is the waiter that slowly escorts her to Rachel. He opens the door gentlemanly to reveal her date that she didn’t know about.
Rachel hurriedly stood up once Quinn stepped inside. The blonde tried to escape but the familiar touch of Rachel’s hand stopped her.
“Please let me explain.” Rachel whispered softly and Quinn could break from her loose grim any time but still stayed. The blonde only turned around to face her again in acceptance.
Rachel took it as a good sign and continued to clarify, from word to word, how she found herself in the situation Quinn saw her with Finn. Quinn’s features softened but she still looked doubtful as they sat down to eat dinner.
The night was comfortable, only having one or two awkward moments in total. They talked like three month ago, in the place where they met. Smiles were lingering on both of their faces as the evening progressed, giving away the coziness that they both felt.
-
Quinn felt good with Rachel. Time of reading is now deeply forgotten and the only thing that matters is her date. She felt secure when Rachel’s hand was wrapped around hers in the are that they decided to visit.
She wasn’t alone anymore. She wasn’t guarded in herself anymore.
Rachel felt good with Quinn. The familiar feeling returned again and she liked it. She could stop the pointless parties and drinking because now she had what she needed for more than a month.
She wasn’t alone anymore. She wasn’t guarded in herself anymore.
-
Rachel escorted Quinn home, of course. They were standing on her porch and the silence that ruled gave away the emptiness of the house.
“I had a nice time.” Quinn revealed.
“I’m glad.” Rachel simply answered.
The familiar touch of their lips returned when Quinn initiated a kiss. Slow and soft kiss turned into a deeply passionate one quickly and they both felt safe.
Though, it didn’t last long. Quinn parted soon, leaving Rachel to pout before saying their goodbyes and going into her house.
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Rachel let Quinn set the pace this time. She waited for what seemed like an eternity but was actually only three days.
The phone call interrupted Rachel’s usual run. Well, not really usual but the one that happened much lately, trying to clear her mind while ignoring the elliptical her fathers have bought her.
“Hey, I hope I didn’t wake you up.” Quinn’s voice was uncharacteristically cheerful but it brought a smile almost immediately on Rachel’s face. She instantly stopped running and slowly caught her breath again before speaking.
“No, I’m just jogging.” The brunette simply explains and she could swear she was able to feel Quinn’s subtle anxiety.
“Oh, good. Listen, I… Can you come over?” The blonde rapidly asked her, tensing as she did. It wasn’t like Rachel would ever reject her invitation but still…
“Sure. I’ll be there soon.” Rachel said and forced a gentle smile on Quinn’s face, while hers only widened into a grin.
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Twenty minutes later, Rachel was ringing Quinn’s doorbell, noting to herself how the house gave away no signs of someone being in there.
“Hi.” Quinn greeted her while opening the door wider to let her in.
“Good morning.”
“Let’s just go up to my room. No one’s here.” The taller one stated, leading their way upstairs and into a large room that felt homey, unlike every other room Rachel has seen on their way up.
“It’s nice to see you again.” The sentence was fast and the only thing Rachel could come up with while they sat in an, for the first time, uncomfortable silence. Rachel let Quinn talk first, since she wasn’t sure what to say.
“If you only knew how much I want to kiss you now.” Quinn said while staring at Rachel’s desirable lips.
“Please do.”
Their lips touched innocently before Quinn took complete control and laid Rachel down on her bed, moving the kisses to her neck swiftly. Rachel’s hand wandered until it found its way to Quinn’s butt. The recognizable feeling returned in between Rachel’s legs when Quinn’s knee made contact with her aroused clit but was quickly removed.
Quinn was concentrated on kissing Rachel’s mouth again, her tongue drifted around like it was trying to make up for the lost time.
“Quinn.” Rachel moaned out slowly as her hands unbuckled her pants and brought them as far down as she could before Quinn took them off completely. The blonde removed her pants swiftly and then gently pulled up Rachel’s T-shirt, throwing it away once it was off. The kisses continued but Quinn didn’t know what to do next after taking her shirt off. Rachel was giving her control but she wasn’t sure what she should do.
Rachel saw her mind struggle while she slowly pulled off her and Quinn’s panties to the ground. She was ready to submit but Quinn seemed to have trouble with it.
“It’s okay.” She whispered as she turned them around, ending up on top of Quinn with her knees on each side of her body. Her hands just now leaving Quinn’s waist, she let herself enjoy the missed touch before separating her hands and going down with the right one and in theopposite direction with the left one.
Quinn not wearing a bra gave Rachel complete access to her breasts. The first connection made the blonde whimper a little, she has missed this. Rachel’s kisses were distracting her and she didn’t notice brunette’s finger sliding into her. A moan escaped her mouth and Rachel noted to herself that it was the sound she wanted to hear for a long time after that day.
Quinn’s arousal was letting Rachel thrust in her second finger without any problem. The curling of her fingers when she glided them into Quinn as far as she could made the blonde scream out her name quietly.
“That feels… oh… amazing.” Quinn managed to stutter out when Rachel started going faster. Her walls tightened around Rachel’s fingers once she put in the third one. On the edge, Quinn screamed out an encoded word and Rachel curled every finger, successfully bringing the blonde even closer while pushing her G spot.
“Let go, baby.” Rachel softly said and Quinn took that moment to lose herself in a mind-blowing orgasm that she wished for so long before it came true.
Quinn’s blonde hair was being played with by Rachel while she tried to catch her breath again.
“You are my one and only.” Rachel assured her, kissing her cheek tenderly and letting them both relax in the cozy atmosphere before Quinn proceeded to repay her…
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