Worthy 3/?
Title: Worthy
Author: lovablelexie
Rating: PG-13, this one closer to R
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Summary: Spring Break begins!
Disclaimer: This is a total piece of fiction, I own nothing and no one involved
Word Count: 2,389/6,851
She arrived at the Berry residence at exactly 3:45 pm and knew Rachel would be pleased that she was punctual. She took the keys out of the ignition, slung her Cheerios duffel bag over her shoulder and stepped out of the car, practically skipping up to the front door. Upon opening the door, Quinn was immediately hit with the distinct smell of freshly baked cookies.
“Rachel?” she called out, dropping her bag and keys by the door and kicking off her shoes. She let her nose lead her into the kitchen where she found her girlfriend in a pair of jeans that had seen better days, a tight gray t-shirt, her hair up in a ponytail. She had on an oven mitt that was covered in gold stars and she was pulling a tray of cookies out of the oven.
“Quinn, hi!” She placed the tray on the stovetop, took off the oven mitt, and gave the blonde a quick kiss. “I made cookies. Obviously. Vegan oatmeal raisin,” she saw Quinn wrinkle her nose, “and non-vegan chocolate chip for you. Eggs in the dough and all.”
“You’re adorable. What’s with the outfit? I’ve never seen you dress like this before.”
“Oh.” Rachel looked down at her outfit, her hands brushing down her thighs. “It’s kind of my baking attire. I don’t like to get flour on my skirts.”
Quinn burst into laughter. “Rachel you are so damn cute, you know that?” She wrapped an arm around the girl’s waist and pulled her in close. “Although I do approve of this choice of clothing.” She raised one eyebrow before leaning in and locking lips with the singer.
They kissed slowly and softly for a few moments before Rachel reluctantly pulled away. “So, I know you told me to cease planning out our whole week but I did have some ideas for today. If you’ll appease me with this, I promise we won’t leave the house the rest of the week if that’s what you want.”
“What exactly did you have in mind?”
“Well, I thought we could go bowling first, before everyone else swarms the place, it is the first day of Spring Break after all. Then a nice dinner out and we can come back here and watch a movie.” Rachel’s eyes searched Quinn’s for approval.
The blonde smiled. “That sounds perfect. And we don’t have to stay in the house all week. I actually have a surprise for you on Sunday.”
Rachel perked up like a child on Christmas morning. “A surprise? Really? Can I find out what it is before Sunday?”
“Rachel, you are impossible when it comes to surprises. If you know what it is, that negates the fact that it is supposed to be a surprise.”
“But Quinn, if I don’t know where we are going, how am I to adequately prepare? What if I’m wearing something totally inappropriate?”
“Most of your outfits are inappropriate. One of these days all that argyle is going to blind someone.” Rachel immediately opened her mouth, ready to retort. “I’m kidding, Rach!” Quinn threw her hands up in a gesture of surrender.
Seeing the smaller girl was still agitated, Quinn decided to compromise. “Ok, I’ll tell you what. As long as you don’t make me watch Funny Girl tonight, I’ll tell you where we are going.”
Rachel contemplated for a few seconds and then stuck out her hand, which Quinn promptly shook. “Deal.”
Neither Quinn nor Rachel were very good bowlers, in fact the automatic scorer ended up giving Rachel “pity pins” when she would get two gutter balls in a row but the girls didn’t care. They just enjoyed being together and having fun. They left the bowling alley hand in hand just as the rush of McKinley students was arriving. For dinner they went to Olive Garden, which, while a far cry from the atmosphere of Burgundy’s, was the more practical option. They still were financially strained high school students, after all.
Once back at the house, Quinn settled herself on the couch while Rachel grabbed a DVD from her bedroom. “See Quinn, not Funny Girl,” Rachel said before placing the DVD in the player.
She curled up next to Quinn on the couch, resting her head on her shoulder and Quinn placed her hand on Rachel’s hip. “So, what’s the surprise?”
“God, you have no patience at all do you?” Quinn asked. She placed a kiss on the top of Rachel’s head. “Ok, I’m taking you to Fort Wayne. There’s a theatre there that is doing a production of Legally Blonde. I asked Mr. Schue for suggestions and he promised me it wouldn’t suck. So we have tickets for the early show on Sunday.”
Rachel squealed and turned her body, pulling the blonde into a hug. “Quinn, you’re amazing! I never thought you would take me to see a musical. You barely put up with all the DVD’s I make you watch.”
“Yes, which is exactly why I will punch Mr. Schuester if I end up hating it. But I’m glad you’re excited.”
“You have no idea how excited I am, Quinn. I…” She trailed off, a furious blush crossing her cheeks.
“What?” Quinn asked, wondering what could make the self-confident diva’s face turn so red.
“Nothing,” Rachel said quickly, as she curled into Quinn’s body briefly before resting her head in the blonde’s lap.
Quinn decided to let the subject drop, if only because Rachel couldn’t keep her mouth shut and if it was anything of importance, she would be blabbering about it in a few minutes. The brunette remained quiet, however, and Quinn focused on the movie. Her fingers trailed through Rachel’s hair lightly and the smaller girl closed her eyes at the sensation. The eyes shot open, however, when the motions abruptly stopped.
“Rachel, why the hell is Barbra Streisand on the screen?”
“All you said was no Funny Girl. You didn’t say no to Barbra in general so I chose Hello, Dolly.” Rachel turned her head in Quinn’s lap and stared straight up at her girlfriend, a smug smile on her face.
“You’re a sneaky one, Berry. I really should take those tickets and rip them up.”
“Quinn, no!” Rachel sat bolt upright, looking at Quinn with a terrified expression on her face. “I’ll change the movie! Just don’t take those tickets away.”
The blonde laughed at seeing how panicked Rachel was. “You know Rach, you need to figure out when I’m kidding. Like hell am I going to rip up tickets I paid good money for, even if you do make me watch Streisand movies.”
The diva’s face relaxed and she took a deep breath. “So, we can keep the movie on?”
“Yes, we can keep it on,” Quinn replied. “Although I fully plan on distracting you.”
Rachel raised one eyebrow as Quinn leaned in and pressed her lips to the brunette’s. Rachel wrapped her arms around the taller girl’s waist, immediately deepening the kiss. Quinn moaned when she felt Rachel’s teeth nip at her bottom lip, her tongue then darting out to tease the same spot. Quinn opened her mouth slightly to allow Rachel’s tongue entrance. Their tongues swirled around one another as Rachel moved a hand up, tangling it in Quinn’s blonde locks.
Quinn let out another moan when she felt Rachel give her hair a soft tug. She pushed her weight forward so the brunette was forced to move backward until she was lying flat on the couch. Quinn continued to ravage the girl with kisses, moving her lips to Rachel’s neck, nibbling and sucking in such a manner as to leave a mark; she wanted to claim Rachel Berry as hers.
“God, Quinn,” Rachel moaned as the blonde ran her tongue along her collarbone. After a few more playful licks, Quinn moved back up to Rachel’s lips, kissing them feverishly. She couldn’t get enough of the girl below her; she desperately needed to touch more of her smooth skin. Her fingers skimmed along the hem of Rachel’s shirt, slowly inching underneath to graze along her warm, flat stomach. When Rachel began to kiss Quinn with added intensity, she trailed her fingers higher brushing the underside of the singer’s bra-clad breast.
Quinn moved hesitantly, peeking her eyes open to gauge Rachel’s reactions, seeking unspoken permission to proceed further. Rachel just continued to kiss Quinn, her hand wrapped around the taller girl’s neck. Taking that as her cue, Quinn placed her palm over Rachel’s breast, squeezing it gently, experimentally. The small mound fit perfectly in her hand and she instantly brought her other hand up so she could cup both simultaneously, She ran her thumbs over the nipples, feeling them harden through the while cotton. Rachel broke away from their kiss, tilting her head back and letting out a long moan.
“You like that?” Quinn whispered, her thumbs circling around the stiff peaks.
“Yes.” Rachel’s voice was breathy. She closed her eyes and arched her back into Quinn’s touch, wanting to feel more. She groaned in exasperation when the blonde removed her hands but was immediately rewarded when they slipped under the bra. Rachel’s breath caught in her throat; the skin on skin contact felt amazing.
Quinn loved the feel of Rachel’s breasts in her hands, her nipples in between her fingers. She also loved the look of pleasure on the diva’s face, watching her eyes darken with desire. Seeing the effect she was having on the girl served to heighten Quinn’s own desire as well; she needed to feel even more of Rachel.
One hand continued to play with a breast while Quinn’s other hand moved down Rachel’s stomach, teasing the sensitive skin around her navel. She traced her fingers around the waistband of the brunette’s pink plaid skirt. She heard Rachel’s breath hitch slightly but her fingers acted of their own accord and slipped underneath the skirt, encountering silky fabric. She was about to move the offending fabric aside when she felt a hand grab her wrist tightly, pulling it away from her ultimate goal.
“Quinn, stop. I…I’m not ready,” Rachel said, in one of the most vulnerable tones Quinn had ever heard from her.
She immediately removed her hands from her girlfriend’s skin and sat up. Rachel’s chest was heaving more from panic than passion. Her eyes were wide and innocent and Oh God, Quinn thought, were those tears forming?
“Rachel, I’m so sorry. I got carried away, I wasn’t thinking. We don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for.”
Taking a deep breath Rachel responded, “I know you weren’t trying to push things, Quinn. Believe me, my hormones are running wild too. But I panicked and I’m just…not there yet. I did, however, enjoy what was happening above the waist.” Her face broke into a true Rachel Berry smile that helped put Quinn at ease; she sat up as well and gave the blonde a lingering kiss, silently telling her that everything was okay.
***
“Rachel?” Quinn emerged from her girlfriend’s bathroom in the blue tank top and gray sweat shorts she wore as pajamas.
“Yes?” Rachel was sitting cross-legged on her bed in a long Ohio State t-shirt and black gym shorts that left little to the imagination. Quinn had to focus on what she was going to say and not on the diva’s mile long legs.
“If you don’t mind me asking, how far did you go with Finn?”
Rachel reached for her Mr. Lambchop stuffed animal that was perched on a pillow behind her and pulled him into her lap. She fiddled with his arms as she answered. “I let him touch my boobs a few times, but always above the shirt. I never let him do anything else.”
“So what happened downstairs…that’s the farthest you’ve ever gone?”
Rachel stared at her lap, hugging Mr. Lambchop to her chest. “Does that bother you? That I’m not experienced?”
Quinn got on her knees on the bed in front of Rachel, placing two fingers under the girl’s chin, forcing her to look her in the eyes. “Quite the opposite, Rachel. I find it kind of…hot, knowing that everything we do, I’m your first. And you have to remember; this is new to me too, being with a girl. So we’re kind of in the same boat.”
She leaned in and placed her lips against Rachel’s, kissing her soft and sensually.
“Thank you, Quinn,” Rachel said.
“For what?”
“For being such an understanding girlfriend. You always know the right thing to say and, more importantly, you mean it.”
Quinn smiled brightly at the compliment. She got under the covers and motioned for Rachel to join her, which she did, instinctively curling her body into Quinn’s. The two girls cuddled together and talked for hours about everything and nothing at all. It reminded Quinn of the sleepovers she used to have in junior high, except now she held the girl she was talking to tight in her arms; close enough that she could smell the lingering scent of Rachel’s coconut shampoo.
After a lull in the conversation, Quinn assumed that Rachel had fallen asleep. She kissed the girl’s temple and closed her eyes but suddenly she heard Rachel quietly whisper, “Quinn, does it hurt?”
Confused, she asked, “Does what hurt?”
“Sex. The first time.”
Quinn sighed, mulling over how to answer the question. She hardly considered herself the expert on sex, after all she had only done it the one time and she ended up pregnant. But apparently that one time made her qualified enough to answer Rachel’s query.
“It hurts a little bit. It’s more like a lot of pressure and a big pinch, I guess. But I was drunk on wine coolers my first time so I don’t know how reliable that information is.”
“The thought of it just makes me so nervous.”
Quinn stroked Rachel’s hair with her fingertips. “Sweetie, that’s normal. And I promise, when you are ready, I will be as gentle as possible and make it special for you.”
Rachel sighed quietly. “I trust you Quinn. I’m so glad my first time is going to be with you.”
Quinn inwardly giggled at how sappy Rachel was being but she knew she was incredibly lucky to be dating such a wonderful person. Before long, both girls were fast asleep.
Author: lovablelexie
Rating: PG-13, this one closer to R
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Summary: Spring Break begins!
Disclaimer: This is a total piece of fiction, I own nothing and no one involved
Word Count: 2,389/6,851
She arrived at the Berry residence at exactly 3:45 pm and knew Rachel would be pleased that she was punctual. She took the keys out of the ignition, slung her Cheerios duffel bag over her shoulder and stepped out of the car, practically skipping up to the front door. Upon opening the door, Quinn was immediately hit with the distinct smell of freshly baked cookies.
“Rachel?” she called out, dropping her bag and keys by the door and kicking off her shoes. She let her nose lead her into the kitchen where she found her girlfriend in a pair of jeans that had seen better days, a tight gray t-shirt, her hair up in a ponytail. She had on an oven mitt that was covered in gold stars and she was pulling a tray of cookies out of the oven.
“Quinn, hi!” She placed the tray on the stovetop, took off the oven mitt, and gave the blonde a quick kiss. “I made cookies. Obviously. Vegan oatmeal raisin,” she saw Quinn wrinkle her nose, “and non-vegan chocolate chip for you. Eggs in the dough and all.”
“You’re adorable. What’s with the outfit? I’ve never seen you dress like this before.”
“Oh.” Rachel looked down at her outfit, her hands brushing down her thighs. “It’s kind of my baking attire. I don’t like to get flour on my skirts.”
Quinn burst into laughter. “Rachel you are so damn cute, you know that?” She wrapped an arm around the girl’s waist and pulled her in close. “Although I do approve of this choice of clothing.” She raised one eyebrow before leaning in and locking lips with the singer.
They kissed slowly and softly for a few moments before Rachel reluctantly pulled away. “So, I know you told me to cease planning out our whole week but I did have some ideas for today. If you’ll appease me with this, I promise we won’t leave the house the rest of the week if that’s what you want.”
“What exactly did you have in mind?”
“Well, I thought we could go bowling first, before everyone else swarms the place, it is the first day of Spring Break after all. Then a nice dinner out and we can come back here and watch a movie.” Rachel’s eyes searched Quinn’s for approval.
The blonde smiled. “That sounds perfect. And we don’t have to stay in the house all week. I actually have a surprise for you on Sunday.”
Rachel perked up like a child on Christmas morning. “A surprise? Really? Can I find out what it is before Sunday?”
“Rachel, you are impossible when it comes to surprises. If you know what it is, that negates the fact that it is supposed to be a surprise.”
“But Quinn, if I don’t know where we are going, how am I to adequately prepare? What if I’m wearing something totally inappropriate?”
“Most of your outfits are inappropriate. One of these days all that argyle is going to blind someone.” Rachel immediately opened her mouth, ready to retort. “I’m kidding, Rach!” Quinn threw her hands up in a gesture of surrender.
Seeing the smaller girl was still agitated, Quinn decided to compromise. “Ok, I’ll tell you what. As long as you don’t make me watch Funny Girl tonight, I’ll tell you where we are going.”
Rachel contemplated for a few seconds and then stuck out her hand, which Quinn promptly shook. “Deal.”
Neither Quinn nor Rachel were very good bowlers, in fact the automatic scorer ended up giving Rachel “pity pins” when she would get two gutter balls in a row but the girls didn’t care. They just enjoyed being together and having fun. They left the bowling alley hand in hand just as the rush of McKinley students was arriving. For dinner they went to Olive Garden, which, while a far cry from the atmosphere of Burgundy’s, was the more practical option. They still were financially strained high school students, after all.
Once back at the house, Quinn settled herself on the couch while Rachel grabbed a DVD from her bedroom. “See Quinn, not Funny Girl,” Rachel said before placing the DVD in the player.
She curled up next to Quinn on the couch, resting her head on her shoulder and Quinn placed her hand on Rachel’s hip. “So, what’s the surprise?”
“God, you have no patience at all do you?” Quinn asked. She placed a kiss on the top of Rachel’s head. “Ok, I’m taking you to Fort Wayne. There’s a theatre there that is doing a production of Legally Blonde. I asked Mr. Schue for suggestions and he promised me it wouldn’t suck. So we have tickets for the early show on Sunday.”
Rachel squealed and turned her body, pulling the blonde into a hug. “Quinn, you’re amazing! I never thought you would take me to see a musical. You barely put up with all the DVD’s I make you watch.”
“Yes, which is exactly why I will punch Mr. Schuester if I end up hating it. But I’m glad you’re excited.”
“You have no idea how excited I am, Quinn. I…” She trailed off, a furious blush crossing her cheeks.
“What?” Quinn asked, wondering what could make the self-confident diva’s face turn so red.
“Nothing,” Rachel said quickly, as she curled into Quinn’s body briefly before resting her head in the blonde’s lap.
Quinn decided to let the subject drop, if only because Rachel couldn’t keep her mouth shut and if it was anything of importance, she would be blabbering about it in a few minutes. The brunette remained quiet, however, and Quinn focused on the movie. Her fingers trailed through Rachel’s hair lightly and the smaller girl closed her eyes at the sensation. The eyes shot open, however, when the motions abruptly stopped.
“Rachel, why the hell is Barbra Streisand on the screen?”
“All you said was no Funny Girl. You didn’t say no to Barbra in general so I chose Hello, Dolly.” Rachel turned her head in Quinn’s lap and stared straight up at her girlfriend, a smug smile on her face.
“You’re a sneaky one, Berry. I really should take those tickets and rip them up.”
“Quinn, no!” Rachel sat bolt upright, looking at Quinn with a terrified expression on her face. “I’ll change the movie! Just don’t take those tickets away.”
The blonde laughed at seeing how panicked Rachel was. “You know Rach, you need to figure out when I’m kidding. Like hell am I going to rip up tickets I paid good money for, even if you do make me watch Streisand movies.”
The diva’s face relaxed and she took a deep breath. “So, we can keep the movie on?”
“Yes, we can keep it on,” Quinn replied. “Although I fully plan on distracting you.”
Rachel raised one eyebrow as Quinn leaned in and pressed her lips to the brunette’s. Rachel wrapped her arms around the taller girl’s waist, immediately deepening the kiss. Quinn moaned when she felt Rachel’s teeth nip at her bottom lip, her tongue then darting out to tease the same spot. Quinn opened her mouth slightly to allow Rachel’s tongue entrance. Their tongues swirled around one another as Rachel moved a hand up, tangling it in Quinn’s blonde locks.
Quinn let out another moan when she felt Rachel give her hair a soft tug. She pushed her weight forward so the brunette was forced to move backward until she was lying flat on the couch. Quinn continued to ravage the girl with kisses, moving her lips to Rachel’s neck, nibbling and sucking in such a manner as to leave a mark; she wanted to claim Rachel Berry as hers.
“God, Quinn,” Rachel moaned as the blonde ran her tongue along her collarbone. After a few more playful licks, Quinn moved back up to Rachel’s lips, kissing them feverishly. She couldn’t get enough of the girl below her; she desperately needed to touch more of her smooth skin. Her fingers skimmed along the hem of Rachel’s shirt, slowly inching underneath to graze along her warm, flat stomach. When Rachel began to kiss Quinn with added intensity, she trailed her fingers higher brushing the underside of the singer’s bra-clad breast.
Quinn moved hesitantly, peeking her eyes open to gauge Rachel’s reactions, seeking unspoken permission to proceed further. Rachel just continued to kiss Quinn, her hand wrapped around the taller girl’s neck. Taking that as her cue, Quinn placed her palm over Rachel’s breast, squeezing it gently, experimentally. The small mound fit perfectly in her hand and she instantly brought her other hand up so she could cup both simultaneously, She ran her thumbs over the nipples, feeling them harden through the while cotton. Rachel broke away from their kiss, tilting her head back and letting out a long moan.
“You like that?” Quinn whispered, her thumbs circling around the stiff peaks.
“Yes.” Rachel’s voice was breathy. She closed her eyes and arched her back into Quinn’s touch, wanting to feel more. She groaned in exasperation when the blonde removed her hands but was immediately rewarded when they slipped under the bra. Rachel’s breath caught in her throat; the skin on skin contact felt amazing.
Quinn loved the feel of Rachel’s breasts in her hands, her nipples in between her fingers. She also loved the look of pleasure on the diva’s face, watching her eyes darken with desire. Seeing the effect she was having on the girl served to heighten Quinn’s own desire as well; she needed to feel even more of Rachel.
One hand continued to play with a breast while Quinn’s other hand moved down Rachel’s stomach, teasing the sensitive skin around her navel. She traced her fingers around the waistband of the brunette’s pink plaid skirt. She heard Rachel’s breath hitch slightly but her fingers acted of their own accord and slipped underneath the skirt, encountering silky fabric. She was about to move the offending fabric aside when she felt a hand grab her wrist tightly, pulling it away from her ultimate goal.
“Quinn, stop. I…I’m not ready,” Rachel said, in one of the most vulnerable tones Quinn had ever heard from her.
She immediately removed her hands from her girlfriend’s skin and sat up. Rachel’s chest was heaving more from panic than passion. Her eyes were wide and innocent and Oh God, Quinn thought, were those tears forming?
“Rachel, I’m so sorry. I got carried away, I wasn’t thinking. We don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for.”
Taking a deep breath Rachel responded, “I know you weren’t trying to push things, Quinn. Believe me, my hormones are running wild too. But I panicked and I’m just…not there yet. I did, however, enjoy what was happening above the waist.” Her face broke into a true Rachel Berry smile that helped put Quinn at ease; she sat up as well and gave the blonde a lingering kiss, silently telling her that everything was okay.
***
“Rachel?” Quinn emerged from her girlfriend’s bathroom in the blue tank top and gray sweat shorts she wore as pajamas.
“Yes?” Rachel was sitting cross-legged on her bed in a long Ohio State t-shirt and black gym shorts that left little to the imagination. Quinn had to focus on what she was going to say and not on the diva’s mile long legs.
“If you don’t mind me asking, how far did you go with Finn?”
Rachel reached for her Mr. Lambchop stuffed animal that was perched on a pillow behind her and pulled him into her lap. She fiddled with his arms as she answered. “I let him touch my boobs a few times, but always above the shirt. I never let him do anything else.”
“So what happened downstairs…that’s the farthest you’ve ever gone?”
Rachel stared at her lap, hugging Mr. Lambchop to her chest. “Does that bother you? That I’m not experienced?”
Quinn got on her knees on the bed in front of Rachel, placing two fingers under the girl’s chin, forcing her to look her in the eyes. “Quite the opposite, Rachel. I find it kind of…hot, knowing that everything we do, I’m your first. And you have to remember; this is new to me too, being with a girl. So we’re kind of in the same boat.”
She leaned in and placed her lips against Rachel’s, kissing her soft and sensually.
“Thank you, Quinn,” Rachel said.
“For what?”
“For being such an understanding girlfriend. You always know the right thing to say and, more importantly, you mean it.”
Quinn smiled brightly at the compliment. She got under the covers and motioned for Rachel to join her, which she did, instinctively curling her body into Quinn’s. The two girls cuddled together and talked for hours about everything and nothing at all. It reminded Quinn of the sleepovers she used to have in junior high, except now she held the girl she was talking to tight in her arms; close enough that she could smell the lingering scent of Rachel’s coconut shampoo.
After a lull in the conversation, Quinn assumed that Rachel had fallen asleep. She kissed the girl’s temple and closed her eyes but suddenly she heard Rachel quietly whisper, “Quinn, does it hurt?”
Confused, she asked, “Does what hurt?”
“Sex. The first time.”
Quinn sighed, mulling over how to answer the question. She hardly considered herself the expert on sex, after all she had only done it the one time and she ended up pregnant. But apparently that one time made her qualified enough to answer Rachel’s query.
“It hurts a little bit. It’s more like a lot of pressure and a big pinch, I guess. But I was drunk on wine coolers my first time so I don’t know how reliable that information is.”
“The thought of it just makes me so nervous.”
Quinn stroked Rachel’s hair with her fingertips. “Sweetie, that’s normal. And I promise, when you are ready, I will be as gentle as possible and make it special for you.”
Rachel sighed quietly. “I trust you Quinn. I’m so glad my first time is going to be with you.”
Quinn inwardly giggled at how sappy Rachel was being but she knew she was incredibly lucky to be dating such a wonderful person. Before long, both girls were fast asleep.