Supernova (1/2)
Title: Supernova (1/2)
Rating: R
Length: 5,000+ on this one
Summary: The glee girls return to Lima for a special occasion.
Note: It's based on the Mr. Hudson song "Supernova," which has been on repeat on my ipod for the past week.
Rachel opened her eyes and looked at the flashing red numbers on the alarm clock. 6 AM. She smiled thinking about the day that was about to begin. She couldn’t believe it was here.
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Quinn stared at the ceiling of the hotel bedroom and waited for the sun to rise, for the day to begin. In less than two hours she would be picking Brittany and Santana up from the airport. It was the first time she had been back to Lima in years, and everything about the trip felt surreal.
She was looking at her reflection in the mirror an hour later, wearing a form fitting red dress and a large pair of sunglasses to hide her puffy eyes. Quinn arrived at the airport 30 minutes and two large coffees later. Santana and Brittney were walking out of the baggage claim doors when she pulled up.
“Hey Q!” Santana said cheerfully. The three girls hugged. Santana paused when she saw Quinn’s face. “You know I love you, but you look like you got hit by a bus.”
Quinn forced a small smile. “Insomnia,” she said weakly. “It’s still tough to come back here.”
“When’s the last time you left New York?” Santana jokingly switched to an Australian accent like people have on nature shows. “The wild Quinn lacks the skills necessary to survive outside her native environment of the urban jungle.”
Brittany laughed. Quinn smiled. The next ten minutes were spent with the two girls quietly looking out of the windows while Quinn drove towards the center of town.
“This place is stuck in some weird high school time warp,” Santana said under her breath, noting how little had changed in eight years.
“Just wait until the rest of glee club gets here,” Brittany replied cheerfully, “it’ll be like we’re back at McKinley!”
The other two girls groaned playfully.
“I can’t believe Finn is actually going to marry Rachel Berry,” Santana said to no one in particular.
The rest of the drive was silent.
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Tina and Mercedes walked into Rachel’s apartment carrying large cardboard boxes.
“Oooooooh, what’s in those?” Rachel asked.
“Just stuff for the bachelorette party tonight,” Tina responded, playfully slapping Rachel’s hands away.
“Really? What do you two have planned?”
“Well,” Mercedes smiled, “you are going to find out in approximately 4 hours.” She turned to Tina. “Have you heard from Quinn yet? Santana and Brittany should be arriving from the city around now.”
Rachel winced a little at the sound of the girl’s name. It had been a while since she had any real contact with Quinn. They were good friends towards the end of high school and visited each other a few times in college, up until the summer before junior year; Rachel’s birthday, to be exact. The two made plans to smuggle booze into the movie theater for the midnight showing of The Graduate. They drank more than they expected to, and decided to take a cab back to Quinn’s house because her parents were out of town. One thing led to another, and they ended up sleeping together. Rachel left before Quinn woke up. Their relationship was never the same after that night. They had spoken every so often, never about what happened, and once Quinn even invited Rachel out to New York but the brunette politely declined.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want anything to do with Quinn. Her feelings for the girl were decidedly complicated; part of her was jealous that Quinn made it to New York when she didn’t, part of her was nervous that their relationship would change after they slept together (the nervousness actually changed their relationship more than the sex), and the biggest part of her was terrified because the night they spent together was absolutely electric. Rachel felt more alive that night than she ever had, and the fear of what that meant made it nearly impossible to continue the easy friendship she had with Quinn. Each passing year made it more and more difficult to get back to the friendship they had before that night.
Rachel found herself taking a moment to think about Quinn again. It had been a long time since she’d let herself remember. She stood there, thinking about Quinn’s eyes, the shape of her lips, the curve of her neck, the breathy sounds she made into their kisses. Dear lord, the way that girl kissed… She could still taste the mix of sweet mint and honey, hear Quinn laugh and sing along to the song on the radio, smell the perfume and sweat and sex…
“Rachel?” She heard Mercedes say her name and realized she had been completely off in her own world.
“Oh, sorry. Just lost in my thoughts for a moment,” she replied quickly with a smile.
“I’m sure you’re having trouble thinking about anything other than the wedding,” Tina offered.
Guilt rolled her stomach into a knot. The wedding. Finn. He was a wonderful guy, and had been great to her. She loved him. She should be thinking about him now.
“I’m just excited,” Rachel lied. “It feels like I’ve been waiting for this day for so long and now that it’s here I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed.”
Both Tina and Mercedes nodded sympathetically.
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Brittany looked at Quinn earnestly from across the table.
“Is it weird that you’ve slept with both of them and now they’re getting married? Are you going to picture them naked when they’re at the alter?”
Quinn’s eyes went wide and she looked at Santana.
“Sorry, Q! You didn’t expect me to keep it from Britt, did you?”
“I just got caught off guard - I haven’t thought about it in so long,” Quinn lied, looking down at her plate.
The three girls sat quietly for a moment before Santana spoke.
“Quinn,” she said gently, “we aren’t in high school anymore. I’d like to think we left all the teenage hang-ups behind us.”
Quinn met Santana’s soft expression, allowing her to continue.
“You’re my best friend, Q. For eight years I’ve watched you try to find something wrong with every single guy or girl you’ve dated: not driven enough, not confident enough, too quiet, too emotional.” Santana paused, looking at Quinn. “It seemed like every excuse you made all meant the same thing - they weren’t Rachel.”
Quinn blushed.
“We love you. We want you to be happy. Honestly, we flew in early for the bachelorette party to support you, not Rachel and Finn. No matter what you decide to do this weekend, we’re here for you.”
Both Santana and Brittany smiled at the blonde.
The truth was that Quinn hadn’t even decided what to do. Should she sit back respectfully and watch as her ex-boyfriend married the girl she still pined after? She knew that Finn would be good to her. That she would be ok with him. Happy, even. Why should she do anything to disrupt that?
But at the same time, Rachel was an adult. She could make her own decisions. If Quinn just let her know how she felt, Rachel could choose what to do with that information. If she didn’t feel the same way, the wedding could go off without a hitch. Quinn would put a smile on her face for the ceremony and congratulate the happy couple. At the end of the day, it was more important for Rachel to be happy than for Quinn to get what she wanted.
“Honestly,” Quinn said softly, “I don’t know what to do.”
“You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” Brittany thoughtfully started, “but whatever you choose, we’ll be standing next to you.”
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“See you ladies in an hour!” Mercedes grinned as she hung up the phone and returned to the living room. “The other girls are going to meet us at our first stop in about an hour.”
“Where’s the first stop?” Rachel asked, trying to sound innocent.
“We’re not giving you any details about tonight, Rach. Each of us picked one place to go and you’re going to be blindfolded in between stops. At the end of the night, if you can guess which one of us chose each of the five places, you get a… special surprise.” Tina winked, indicating that the special surprise would probably be something inappropriately sexual and tacky.
The girls spent the next 45 minutes getting ready. Mercedes had already picked out an outfit for Rachel that was way too revealing, but the brunette figured it was one of the last times she would have occasion to wear something this slutty. The off-shoulder black dress was perfectly form fitting, and the length rivaled her shortest high school skirts. She pulled on a pair of 4 inch red designer heels to complete the outfit. Rachel admired her silhouette in the mirror. Damn those heels make my legs look good, she thought to herself.
“Daaammnnnn, hot mama!” Mercedes came up behind her and Rachel beamed. “If I were Finn I’d be all kinds of jealous you’re going out in that!”
“The girls are on their way! Let’s get Rach blindfolded!” Tina called into the room.
Quinn, Santana, and Brittany were on their second round of drinks when the other three girls walked into the bar. Quinn almost spit out her vodka tonic when she caught sight of Rachel.
“Sullivan’s Pub! This one is so Tina!” Rachel called out before the girls took the blindfold off.
Tina rolled her eyes and smiled. This was where the girls had gone for Rachel’s 21st birthday. Tina had passed out in the bathroom and the other girls spent an hour playing a drunken game of Marco Polo trying to find her.
Tina removed the blindfold and Rachel inhaled sharply when she saw Quinn. The blonde was more beautiful every time she saw her, if that was possible. She walked over to the table to greet the three girls from New York.
“Wow, Rachel…” Brittany’s words trailed off as she stared at the brunette’s boobs. Santana gave her girlfriend a light tap to snap her out of it.
“Well this is certainly a departure from knee socks and argyle sweater vests,” Santana laughed.
Quinn just gave an uneasy smile as she downed the rest of her drink. She signaled the bartender for a round of shots and a refill of her drink.
Tina and Mercedes took the seats at the end of the table, so the only empty seat was in the middle next to Quinn. Rachel hesitated before sitting down, but decided it wasn’t a big deal.
“We aren’t playing around tonight are we,” Rachel grinned at Quinn, who looked a little confused. “Starting off with shots?”
Quinn smiled at Rachel and gave her a kiss on the cheek to say hello. The vodka tonics were nowhere near enough to get her buzzed, but enough to make her feel more comfortable around the brunette. “Well it is your last night of freedom. We’d better make it count.” Quinn winked and Rachel’s breath caught in her throat.
The girls told stories while they went through two rounds, and then decided to move on to the next stop. Rachel correctly identified it as Santana’s choice. The Elk’s Lodge, where they had their first high school reunion that cemented their friendship as adults. Rachel sat next to Quinn by choice this time, and smiled at the blonde when their knees brushed. Neither girl moved. Rachel felt a warm arm around her shoulder as she told a story about how she and Quinn got stuck in an elevator at Nationals sophomore year in high school, an event that turned out being the beginning of their friendship. The two girls shared a warm smile as Tina began to tell the next story. They had another few drinks and were getting pretty drunk by the time they went to the next place, undeniably a joint pick between Quinn and Mercedes.
“I chose it for the karaoke, and Quinn chose it for the strong drinks!” Mercedes laughed and clapped her hands, almost falling off of her barstool.
“Who’s going first?” Brittany hiccupped. “Rachel should! Go, Rach!”
The other girls started a rowdy drunken chant “Ra-chel! Ra-chel!”
“Ok, ok.” Rachel smiled as she walked up to the small stage and said something to the karaoke DJ.
She took the microphone, waved back at her friends who were sitting at the bar, smiled at Quinn, and put on the best show face that she could.
Quinn’s heart skipped a beat. She was at a good stage in her drunkenness. Right where she wanted to be. Certainly too drunk to feel uncomfortable around Rachel, but not bad enough to completely lose her senses about the situation. She was enjoying herself, but still remembered that they were out celebrating Rachel’s impending marriage. Everything was going well until Rachel got up to sing. It was always the brunette’s voice that really got to Quinn. The blonde just hoped she could keep it together through the entire evening.
“Tonight I chose to sing a modern classic from a singer whose career peaked too early due to an unfortunate drug addiction.” Leave it to Berry to give an introduction at karaoke. Rachel nodded at the DJ to begin and closed her eyes to start the song. The opening notes were absolutely breathtaking, just like Quinn had remembered. She held her breath as Rachel’s voice surrounded her, making the hair on her arms stand on end.
If I should stay, I would only be in your way
So I’ll go but I know I’ll think of you every step of the way
Rachel opened her eyes and looked right at Quinn. She smiled as she started the next line, her words flowing through Quinn’s body.
And I will always love you…
My darling you…
“Is she staring at Quinn?” Tina asked a confused Mercedes.
“Seems like it,” Mercedes said with a shrug and went back to her drink.
Brittany and Santana were both a little surprised, and interested to see how Quinn was going to react. Brittany put her hand on Quinn’s shoulder.
Quinn couldn’t take her eyes off the girl. Rachel didn’t drop her gaze, but smiled softly into the lyrics.
Bittersweet memories, that is all I’m taking with me
Rachel allowed herself to expand her focus to all of her friends at the bar before she rocked out to the song, swaying on the small stage, only looking at Quinn again when she got to the final verse.
I hope life treats you kind, and I hope you have all you dreamed of
And I wish you joy and happiness
But above all this, I wish you love
And I will always love you
Quinn didn’t know what to make of the song. She knew that Rachel sang from the heart, that she let music and lyrics speak for her, but maybe this time it really was just about karaoke. It was certainly an epic karaoke song, and suited the girl’s powerful voice perfectly. She exchanged high fives with bar patrons and her friends as she walked back up to her seat next to Quinn. How could the blonde figure out if there were deeper meaning to the song selection? Rachel smiled at Quinn as she sat down.
“That was even better than I remembered, Rach.”
“I hoped you’d like it!” Rachel gave Quinn a toothy smile. The brunette looked up at the bartender and ordered another round of drinks.
At Rachel’s prompting, the other four girls wrote their names on slips of paper and brought them up to the DJ. Mercedes went first and sang an old Destiny’s Child song. Brittany and Santana did a little acting bit along with “Love is Strange” from Dirty Dancing, which is what they always did at karaoke but never failed to be entertaining. All of the customers, the other girls included, whistled and gave the girls affectionate cat calls. At some point during their song Rachel looked over at Quinn and their hands somehow intertwined. Tina sang “Build Me Up Buttercup,” which turned into a group song since everyone knew the words and loved singing along. All of the girls hooted and cheered at the end, giving Tina high fives.
Quinn was the only one left to sing. She took a long look at Rachel before downing the shot of tequila in front of her and walking up to the stage. It’s now or never, she thought to herself. She told the DJ the song she wanted at stepped up to the mic. She looked at Rachel and raised an eyebrow as the opening note came in. She put everything she had into the music.
And I feel like taking off, let me be your supernova
Before you make the biggest mistake of your life
Just give me the chance to get it right
Santana and Brittany smiled at each other. “Yeah, Quinn!” Santana yelled above the music. It was just enough to give Quinn the confidence she needed to walk up to the girls at the bar, singing the verse.
They’ve got it all, they’ve got all the things I thought I wanted
But I can’t afford to fake anymore
To live this façade and smile as the warm champagne pours
She weaved her way through her friends and walked right up to Rachel as she looked the brunette right in the eye.
I'm here all alone,
Is she thinking of me?
Does she forget what we once had?
Quinn paused at the end of the line, staring at Rachel, clearly speaking directly to the brunette. Tina raised her eyebrows quizzically and then smiled into her drink. She always suspected there was something between the two girls.
Cause I feel like taking off, let me be your supernova
Before you make the biggest mistake of your life
Just give me the chance to get it right.
Quinn sang the rest of the song dancing along with her friends, but made a point to look back at Rachel as she repeated the last few words and walked back up to the stage.
You’ve got it wrong if you say our love is gone…
Rachel knew she needed to excuse herself to get her head together. Was Quinn just having fun with the song? Was there more behind it? It had been years. Rachel wasn’t expecting that Quinn would feel anything for her anymore. Could the song have meant that she still had feelings for the brunette? Did it matter? Rachel’s wedding was in 16 hours. 16 hours until she was Mrs. Hudson. But in that moment at the bar, she was 19-year-old Rachel Berry again. All the unresolved feelings she had towards the girl were moving towards the surface, coaxed out by alcohol and stolen glances and loaded song lyrics. Rachel couldn’t handle it. She needed distance before she did something that had enormous consequences. Rachel made her way to the bathroom in the back of the bar.
Quinn returned to the bar with a huge grin on her face. “Where’s Rachel?” she whispered to Santana.
“She just went to the bathroom. Go talk to her!” Santana whispered back as she pushed Quinn towards the back of the bar.
Rachel ran the last few steps and closed the door behind her. She put her hands on either side of the sink and sighed at her reflection, easing her breath. She didn’t hear the door open behind her.
Quinn immediately noticed Rachel standing at the sink. She took a second to take in the sight of the girl - her perfect legs, the tight black dress that showed off her toned ass, those tan shoulders, the gorgeous brown hair. Why hadn’t she done this years ago? What was she so afraid of?
Rachel jumped as she felt a hand pressed to the small of her back. She looked up in the mirror and saw Quinn’s reflection close behind her.
“Hi, stranger,” she said with a nervous smile.
“Hi,” Quinn replied softly, “it’s been a while.”
Both girls smiled at each other in the mirror. Quinn could feel Rachel tense against her hand as she moved it from the center of her back to the smaller girl’s hip. Rachel turned to face Quinn, their bodies close enough to touch, Rachel’s leg between Quinn’s. Rachel looked up at the blonde through her eyelashes and smiled lazily. Quinn bit her bottom lip as she leaned in to whisper in Rachel’s ear. She let her tongue graze the brunette’s ear as she rasped, “I’ve missed you.” Rachel blushed, goose bumps rising, as she pushed her cheek into Quinn’s. Rachel’s breath was hot on her neck as she responded, “I’ve missed you, too.”
Quinn slowly turned to look at Rachel, her arms wrapped around the shorter girl. Rachel lifted her chin to reach her lips to Quinn’s. Both girls shuddered as their tongues briefly met. Quinn pulled back to look at Rachel and the girl whimpered at the lack of touch. Their eyes met, and Rachel knew nothing else mattered. There was no going back. She smiled and leaned in again.
“Uhhh… sorry to interrupt, but Mercedes was about to come find you two.” Santana said, her head poked into the bathroom. “They want to go to the next place so I said I’d get you…”
“Yeah thanks,” Rachel said as she smoothed her dress and fixed her hair.
“We’ll be right out, S.” Quinn smiled. “Get the tab and we’ll meet you at the door.”
Santana left and Quinn turned back to Rachel, who was looking at herself in the mirror again.
“I’m sorry, Rach,” she said lightly. “I just got caught up in the moment.”
“It’s ok, Quinn. We should just get back to everyone else.”
Rachel led Quinn back out to the bar where they met their friends. The girls split into two cabs, Quinn and Rachel sharing a car with Tina. Rachel leaned her head on Quinn’s shoulder for the ride. Quinn didn’t quite know what to make of the evening - was Rachel just drunk and nostalgic for the days when they were better friends? Was she really interested in starting something more with Quinn?
Quinn was lost in her thoughts when she felt the car slow down and Rachel gasped.
“A strip club?” Rachel squealed.
The girls filed out of the cabs and Rachel looked up at the marquee with a grin.
“Yayyyy!” Brittany cheered and clapped her hands together.
“I can’t believe you chose a strip club, Britt.” Mercedes laughed.
“What?” Brittany said incredulously, “That’s what you’re supposed to do at a bachelor party! I read it online and everything!”
“It’s a bachelorette party!” Tina was laughing along with Mercedes. “You guys are so gay.”
“Let’s go!” Rachel started in towards the door. The other girls followed. Brittany gave Quinn a wink.
The club was surprisingly busy, but the girls were able to find two tables off to the side of the catwalk.
“We’re going to need like 3 more drinks,” Rachel said to the waitress. “Each.” She giggled and sat down in the chair next to Quinn. The blonde looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
“What?!?” Rachel said playfully, “it’s my night and I say more drinks.”
“Don’t you think you’re playing with fire?” Quinn smirked.
Rachel smiled at Quinn, one eyebrow raised, and licked her lips. It sent chills down the blonde’s spine. Rachel could see her visibly tense up.
They watched two dancers perform, Rachel mesmerized, sipping her drink through the stir as the woman in front of them dipped and spun on the pole. The dance ended and Rachel’s eyes went wide.
“Wowww…” she slurred. “I wish I could do that!”
Quinn laughed. “Rach you’d probably fall on your ass. Stripping takes more practice and talent than you’d think.”
“Oh yeah?” Rachel looked up at Quinn. “Well I bet you would do a great job of it,” she said earnestly. Quinn blushed and turned to look at the next dancer who was making her way onto the catwalk. She felt Rachel scoot her chair closer. Quinn drew in a breath and worked up her courage. She draped her arm around the shorter girl’s shoulders and drew her in so their sides were touching. Rachel gently placed her hand on Quinn’s leg as she leaned in to say something to the blonde. Quinn’s mind wouldn’t work. All she could concentrate on was their physical proximity.
“See that girl?” Rachel whispered into Quinn’s ear, breath hot on the blonde’s neck. Quinn could only nod. “I think you could do a much better job than she is.”
Come on, Quinn, she thought to herself. This is your last chance. The girl will be off the market tomorrow. You might as well give it a shot tonight.
“I think maybe you’re right,” Quinn whispered back to Rachel, “but she certainly has some nice… attributes.”
Rachel smirked and looked up at Quinn, “I’ve always thought you had the nicest ass in Lima, and I’m sure you hold your own in New York.”
Quinn shuddered, Rachel’s words spurring her courage.
“So…” she purred. “Are you saying that you’d like to see my dance moves?”
Rachel nodded.
Quinn leaned in and said softly, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” She let her lips brush up against Rachel’s neck. She could feel the heat of Rachel’s blush.
Quinn stood up and offered her hand to the other girl.
“I’m going to buy Rachel a lap dance!” Quinn said playfully to the other girls, who were too occupied in their drinks, the dancers, and their own conversations to object. Quinn led Rachel to the numbered doors in the back of the club. She slipped the bouncer $50 and he opened the door to let them in an empty room. Quinn gave him a wink and locked the door behind them.
The room was dimly lit with red lights. There was a CD player and a single chair in the middle of the room. Quinn motioned for Rachel to sit down.
Rachel’s pulse quickened as she watched Quinn walk over to the CD player and shuffle through the music to find the right song. When she got to “You Shook Me All Night Long” she smiled and turned back to Rachel.
“Well this seems fitting,” she smirked as she sauntered over to Rachel, pushing the girl back into her seat.
Quinn used her knee to spread Rachel’s legs, making the girl’s already short dress almost completely indecent. She swayed her hips, squatting down until her face was level with the brunette’s navel. Quinn leaned forward, her hands trailing from Rachel’s knees, slowly up her thighs, thumbs moving up to graze the sensitive spot where her thighs and hips met, hooking under the sides of the girl’s lacy underwear. She shifted her hands to the sides of Rachel’s hips, standing up a little as she danced, letting her chest drag up between the girl’s legs, across her stomach and chest, until Quinn leaned in to lick a trail up the girl’s neck. The song got the point Quinn was waiting for, and she leaned into Rachel’s ear as she rasped, “taking more than her share, had me fighting for air, she told me to cum but I was already there.” Rachel groaned and moved her hands to grab Quinn closer, but the blonde girl drew back a little.
“No touching,” Quinn smirked, motioning for Rachel to grab onto the handles that were bolted to the armrests on the chair. Once the girl was settled, Quinn unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. Rachel gasped as she took in the sight of Quinn in her black lace bra and low-ride boy shorts.
Quinn spun around, bending at the waist, giving Rachel a full view of her ass as she danced. She took a step back, pressing her ass into Rachel’s center as she swayed her hips in time with the music. She could hear Rachel moaning behind her. She could feel the wet heat that she was rubbing against, and feel the dull throbbing between her own legs as her hips moved back and forth. She could feel Rachel shuddering and prepared herself for her final move of the song.
Quinn spun to face Rachel. The girl was completely flushed, her hips rising to meet Quinn’s thigh. The blonde brought one leg all the way up and rested it on Rachel’s shoulder. She leaned into the shorter girl, one thigh rubbing Rachel’s hot center, the other leg high enough that she knew Rachel could see exactly how turned on she was. Quinn leaned in and kissed Rachel more passionately than ever before, still moving to the music. She could feel the brunette’s wetness starting to drip down her thigh. The feeling drove her wild and she ground her leg in a little harder, earning a groan.
“Quinn… I’m so… close…” Rachel moaned into the blonde’s ear, grinding against her.
Quinn leaned back a little, releasing the pressure of her leg. “Not yet,” she whispered back. She pulled Rachel out of the chair and kissed her, wrapping her arms around to cup the brunette’s ass. She picked Rachel up, letting the smaller girl straddle her in a reverse piggy-back as they deepened their kiss. Rachel whimpered into Quinn’s mouth.
“I want you to fuck me,” she groaned, “Quinn I want you so badly. I’ve been waiting so long to feel you inside of me again.”
Quinn carried Rachel back over to the chair, turned, and sat herself down. There was just enough space on the sides of the chair for Rachel to kneel, her legs on either side of the blonde.
“I showed you mine, now you show me yours.” Quinn nipped Rachel’s ear with the words and the brunette couldn’t help herself. She reached back to unzip her dress, and wiggled enough to let it fall off her shoulders, and then pulled it to the floor. Rachel straddled the blonde, letting the girl trace her fingers over the red lingerie she had been wearing under the dress.
Quinn let out a gasp as Rachel guided the blonde’s hands to the elastic of her panties, pushing them down to slide the fabric off her thighs and to her knees. Quinn firmly grabbed Rachel’s ass, pulling the brunette closer.
“Hands,” Rachel said with a smirk, pointing to the handles on the chair.
Quinn let out a low moan as she gripped the handles on the armrest, the pressure turning her knuckles white. Rachel smiled at Quinn as she reached back and unhooked her red bra, pulling it away from her body and throwing it to the floor. She leaned close enough that Quinn could take one of Rachel’s nipples into her mouth. The brunette groaned, rolling her hips forward as she felt Quinn’s tongue flick and suck on her. She leaned back a little, enough to be just out of Quinn’s reach, and the blonde moaned in frustration.
Rachel cupped Quinn’s cheek and kissed her hard, their tongues colliding, moving to the same beat as the music and the throbbing between Rachel’s legs. She moved her face enough to slide two fingers into Quinn’s mouth. The blonde eagerly sucked on them, working her tongue up and down their length. Rachel moved the fingers to her own lips, traced them down the center of her chest to her tight stomach. Quinn gasped as she watched Rachel, still straddling Quinn’s lap, move her fingers between her legs, rubbing her clit softly. Rachel looked at Quinn, moaning under the feel of her own hand. She let her head roll back as she spread her wet folds, allowing Quinn to see exactly how she was touching herself. Quinn shuddered, her fingertips ghosting Rachel’s touch from the armrest. Rachel looked back down at Quinn.
“Touch me.”
Quinn moved her hand from the armrest, up the back of Rachel’s thigh, and slowly around to the front of her leg. Rachel gasped and shuddered at the light touch. Quinn gently guided Rachel’s wrist to the back of her neck, allowing the brunette to lean into her. She ran two fingers along the wetness of Rachel’s center before pressing them hard into the girl. Rachel lurched back and took a sharp breath, grinding her hips into Quinn’s hand. She thrust in time with the song that was playing, curling her fingers to reach Rachel’s g spot. The smaller girl was absolutely dripping, whimpering at every thrust.
Quinn used her other hand to guide Rachel’s knees from the seat of the chair to the armrests, raising her up another few inches. Rachel grabbed the back of the chair as Quinn slid her in closer. She moaned in anticipation as Quinn kissed her hip bones, trailing her tongue down the crease between her hips and thigh. Quinn pressed her tongue to Rachel’s clit, working around the swollen bud as she continued to curl her fingers inside the brunette. She sucked in gently and felt the girl tense.
“Fuck me, Quinn.” Rachel screamed as Quinn bit down a little, pumping her fingers in harder. “Ughhh make me cum, baby. I want you to feel how hard I can cum for you.”
Quinn kept her rhythm as Rachel thrust her hips forward, grinding her pussy into Quinn’s face. The vibrations from Quinn’s moans only intensified the brunette’s shuddering.
Rachel looked down and realized that Quinn’s other hand was thrusting hard between her own legs. In the red light Rachel could see the girl’s fingers glistening as her thumb pressed against her clit.
Watching Quinn fuck herself sent Rachel over the edge. She leaned back and rode Quinn’s face through the spasms, screaming out Quinn’s name as she ejaculated all over the blonde. Quinn slowed her hand for a moment, leaning back to lick her lips and look at Rachel with a smile. Rachel watched as Quinn continued to fuck herself, staring at Rachel, until she was almost on the edge. Rachel felt Quinn’s fingers begin to pull again inside her. She gasped as Quinn pushed in a third finger, pumping furiously in time with her other hand.
“Watch me cum for you baby,” Quinn moaned.
Rachel was on the verge of her second orgasm as Quinn’s hips started to buck beneath her. Quinn’s eyes rolled back, hand still fucking the shorter girl, as she grunted out Rachel’s name.
Rachel felt herself release as Quinn’s hand curled knuckle deep and pushed on just the right spot. The two girls tensed together, grinding into Quinn’s hands, foreheads pressed together, panting wildly. Quinn kept her fingers inside Rachel as the girl gave small shudders, whimpering with each aftershock.
Rachel leaned down and kissed Quinn softly, leaning into the blonde. Quinn gently pulled Rachel’s legs back down so she was sitting on top of her in the chair.
“That was… mmmmm.” Rachel purred into Quinn’s ear.
“Come back to my hotel room,” Quinn whispered, more a statement than a question.
Rachel looked at her with wide eyes. She was beginning to feel the pangs of guilt in her stomach, but being with Quinn felt too good to ignore.
“Yes,” she managed to whisper. “Take me back.”
Quinn smiled as she held Rachel. It felt perfect until she glanced down at her watch. 1 AM. 12 hours until the wedding.
Rating: R
Length: 5,000+ on this one
Summary: The glee girls return to Lima for a special occasion.
Note: It's based on the Mr. Hudson song "Supernova," which has been on repeat on my ipod for the past week.
Rachel opened her eyes and looked at the flashing red numbers on the alarm clock. 6 AM. She smiled thinking about the day that was about to begin. She couldn’t believe it was here.
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Quinn stared at the ceiling of the hotel bedroom and waited for the sun to rise, for the day to begin. In less than two hours she would be picking Brittany and Santana up from the airport. It was the first time she had been back to Lima in years, and everything about the trip felt surreal.
She was looking at her reflection in the mirror an hour later, wearing a form fitting red dress and a large pair of sunglasses to hide her puffy eyes. Quinn arrived at the airport 30 minutes and two large coffees later. Santana and Brittney were walking out of the baggage claim doors when she pulled up.
“Hey Q!” Santana said cheerfully. The three girls hugged. Santana paused when she saw Quinn’s face. “You know I love you, but you look like you got hit by a bus.”
Quinn forced a small smile. “Insomnia,” she said weakly. “It’s still tough to come back here.”
“When’s the last time you left New York?” Santana jokingly switched to an Australian accent like people have on nature shows. “The wild Quinn lacks the skills necessary to survive outside her native environment of the urban jungle.”
Brittany laughed. Quinn smiled. The next ten minutes were spent with the two girls quietly looking out of the windows while Quinn drove towards the center of town.
“This place is stuck in some weird high school time warp,” Santana said under her breath, noting how little had changed in eight years.
“Just wait until the rest of glee club gets here,” Brittany replied cheerfully, “it’ll be like we’re back at McKinley!”
The other two girls groaned playfully.
“I can’t believe Finn is actually going to marry Rachel Berry,” Santana said to no one in particular.
The rest of the drive was silent.
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Tina and Mercedes walked into Rachel’s apartment carrying large cardboard boxes.
“Oooooooh, what’s in those?” Rachel asked.
“Just stuff for the bachelorette party tonight,” Tina responded, playfully slapping Rachel’s hands away.
“Really? What do you two have planned?”
“Well,” Mercedes smiled, “you are going to find out in approximately 4 hours.” She turned to Tina. “Have you heard from Quinn yet? Santana and Brittany should be arriving from the city around now.”
Rachel winced a little at the sound of the girl’s name. It had been a while since she had any real contact with Quinn. They were good friends towards the end of high school and visited each other a few times in college, up until the summer before junior year; Rachel’s birthday, to be exact. The two made plans to smuggle booze into the movie theater for the midnight showing of The Graduate. They drank more than they expected to, and decided to take a cab back to Quinn’s house because her parents were out of town. One thing led to another, and they ended up sleeping together. Rachel left before Quinn woke up. Their relationship was never the same after that night. They had spoken every so often, never about what happened, and once Quinn even invited Rachel out to New York but the brunette politely declined.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want anything to do with Quinn. Her feelings for the girl were decidedly complicated; part of her was jealous that Quinn made it to New York when she didn’t, part of her was nervous that their relationship would change after they slept together (the nervousness actually changed their relationship more than the sex), and the biggest part of her was terrified because the night they spent together was absolutely electric. Rachel felt more alive that night than she ever had, and the fear of what that meant made it nearly impossible to continue the easy friendship she had with Quinn. Each passing year made it more and more difficult to get back to the friendship they had before that night.
Rachel found herself taking a moment to think about Quinn again. It had been a long time since she’d let herself remember. She stood there, thinking about Quinn’s eyes, the shape of her lips, the curve of her neck, the breathy sounds she made into their kisses. Dear lord, the way that girl kissed… She could still taste the mix of sweet mint and honey, hear Quinn laugh and sing along to the song on the radio, smell the perfume and sweat and sex…
“Rachel?” She heard Mercedes say her name and realized she had been completely off in her own world.
“Oh, sorry. Just lost in my thoughts for a moment,” she replied quickly with a smile.
“I’m sure you’re having trouble thinking about anything other than the wedding,” Tina offered.
Guilt rolled her stomach into a knot. The wedding. Finn. He was a wonderful guy, and had been great to her. She loved him. She should be thinking about him now.
“I’m just excited,” Rachel lied. “It feels like I’ve been waiting for this day for so long and now that it’s here I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed.”
Both Tina and Mercedes nodded sympathetically.
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Brittany looked at Quinn earnestly from across the table.
“Is it weird that you’ve slept with both of them and now they’re getting married? Are you going to picture them naked when they’re at the alter?”
Quinn’s eyes went wide and she looked at Santana.
“Sorry, Q! You didn’t expect me to keep it from Britt, did you?”
“I just got caught off guard - I haven’t thought about it in so long,” Quinn lied, looking down at her plate.
The three girls sat quietly for a moment before Santana spoke.
“Quinn,” she said gently, “we aren’t in high school anymore. I’d like to think we left all the teenage hang-ups behind us.”
Quinn met Santana’s soft expression, allowing her to continue.
“You’re my best friend, Q. For eight years I’ve watched you try to find something wrong with every single guy or girl you’ve dated: not driven enough, not confident enough, too quiet, too emotional.” Santana paused, looking at Quinn. “It seemed like every excuse you made all meant the same thing - they weren’t Rachel.”
Quinn blushed.
“We love you. We want you to be happy. Honestly, we flew in early for the bachelorette party to support you, not Rachel and Finn. No matter what you decide to do this weekend, we’re here for you.”
Both Santana and Brittany smiled at the blonde.
The truth was that Quinn hadn’t even decided what to do. Should she sit back respectfully and watch as her ex-boyfriend married the girl she still pined after? She knew that Finn would be good to her. That she would be ok with him. Happy, even. Why should she do anything to disrupt that?
But at the same time, Rachel was an adult. She could make her own decisions. If Quinn just let her know how she felt, Rachel could choose what to do with that information. If she didn’t feel the same way, the wedding could go off without a hitch. Quinn would put a smile on her face for the ceremony and congratulate the happy couple. At the end of the day, it was more important for Rachel to be happy than for Quinn to get what she wanted.
“Honestly,” Quinn said softly, “I don’t know what to do.”
“You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” Brittany thoughtfully started, “but whatever you choose, we’ll be standing next to you.”
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“See you ladies in an hour!” Mercedes grinned as she hung up the phone and returned to the living room. “The other girls are going to meet us at our first stop in about an hour.”
“Where’s the first stop?” Rachel asked, trying to sound innocent.
“We’re not giving you any details about tonight, Rach. Each of us picked one place to go and you’re going to be blindfolded in between stops. At the end of the night, if you can guess which one of us chose each of the five places, you get a… special surprise.” Tina winked, indicating that the special surprise would probably be something inappropriately sexual and tacky.
The girls spent the next 45 minutes getting ready. Mercedes had already picked out an outfit for Rachel that was way too revealing, but the brunette figured it was one of the last times she would have occasion to wear something this slutty. The off-shoulder black dress was perfectly form fitting, and the length rivaled her shortest high school skirts. She pulled on a pair of 4 inch red designer heels to complete the outfit. Rachel admired her silhouette in the mirror. Damn those heels make my legs look good, she thought to herself.
“Daaammnnnn, hot mama!” Mercedes came up behind her and Rachel beamed. “If I were Finn I’d be all kinds of jealous you’re going out in that!”
“The girls are on their way! Let’s get Rach blindfolded!” Tina called into the room.
Quinn, Santana, and Brittany were on their second round of drinks when the other three girls walked into the bar. Quinn almost spit out her vodka tonic when she caught sight of Rachel.
“Sullivan’s Pub! This one is so Tina!” Rachel called out before the girls took the blindfold off.
Tina rolled her eyes and smiled. This was where the girls had gone for Rachel’s 21st birthday. Tina had passed out in the bathroom and the other girls spent an hour playing a drunken game of Marco Polo trying to find her.
Tina removed the blindfold and Rachel inhaled sharply when she saw Quinn. The blonde was more beautiful every time she saw her, if that was possible. She walked over to the table to greet the three girls from New York.
“Wow, Rachel…” Brittany’s words trailed off as she stared at the brunette’s boobs. Santana gave her girlfriend a light tap to snap her out of it.
“Well this is certainly a departure from knee socks and argyle sweater vests,” Santana laughed.
Quinn just gave an uneasy smile as she downed the rest of her drink. She signaled the bartender for a round of shots and a refill of her drink.
Tina and Mercedes took the seats at the end of the table, so the only empty seat was in the middle next to Quinn. Rachel hesitated before sitting down, but decided it wasn’t a big deal.
“We aren’t playing around tonight are we,” Rachel grinned at Quinn, who looked a little confused. “Starting off with shots?”
Quinn smiled at Rachel and gave her a kiss on the cheek to say hello. The vodka tonics were nowhere near enough to get her buzzed, but enough to make her feel more comfortable around the brunette. “Well it is your last night of freedom. We’d better make it count.” Quinn winked and Rachel’s breath caught in her throat.
The girls told stories while they went through two rounds, and then decided to move on to the next stop. Rachel correctly identified it as Santana’s choice. The Elk’s Lodge, where they had their first high school reunion that cemented their friendship as adults. Rachel sat next to Quinn by choice this time, and smiled at the blonde when their knees brushed. Neither girl moved. Rachel felt a warm arm around her shoulder as she told a story about how she and Quinn got stuck in an elevator at Nationals sophomore year in high school, an event that turned out being the beginning of their friendship. The two girls shared a warm smile as Tina began to tell the next story. They had another few drinks and were getting pretty drunk by the time they went to the next place, undeniably a joint pick between Quinn and Mercedes.
“I chose it for the karaoke, and Quinn chose it for the strong drinks!” Mercedes laughed and clapped her hands, almost falling off of her barstool.
“Who’s going first?” Brittany hiccupped. “Rachel should! Go, Rach!”
The other girls started a rowdy drunken chant “Ra-chel! Ra-chel!”
“Ok, ok.” Rachel smiled as she walked up to the small stage and said something to the karaoke DJ.
She took the microphone, waved back at her friends who were sitting at the bar, smiled at Quinn, and put on the best show face that she could.
Quinn’s heart skipped a beat. She was at a good stage in her drunkenness. Right where she wanted to be. Certainly too drunk to feel uncomfortable around Rachel, but not bad enough to completely lose her senses about the situation. She was enjoying herself, but still remembered that they were out celebrating Rachel’s impending marriage. Everything was going well until Rachel got up to sing. It was always the brunette’s voice that really got to Quinn. The blonde just hoped she could keep it together through the entire evening.
“Tonight I chose to sing a modern classic from a singer whose career peaked too early due to an unfortunate drug addiction.” Leave it to Berry to give an introduction at karaoke. Rachel nodded at the DJ to begin and closed her eyes to start the song. The opening notes were absolutely breathtaking, just like Quinn had remembered. She held her breath as Rachel’s voice surrounded her, making the hair on her arms stand on end.
If I should stay, I would only be in your way
So I’ll go but I know I’ll think of you every step of the way
Rachel opened her eyes and looked right at Quinn. She smiled as she started the next line, her words flowing through Quinn’s body.
And I will always love you…
My darling you…
“Is she staring at Quinn?” Tina asked a confused Mercedes.
“Seems like it,” Mercedes said with a shrug and went back to her drink.
Brittany and Santana were both a little surprised, and interested to see how Quinn was going to react. Brittany put her hand on Quinn’s shoulder.
Quinn couldn’t take her eyes off the girl. Rachel didn’t drop her gaze, but smiled softly into the lyrics.
Bittersweet memories, that is all I’m taking with me
Rachel allowed herself to expand her focus to all of her friends at the bar before she rocked out to the song, swaying on the small stage, only looking at Quinn again when she got to the final verse.
I hope life treats you kind, and I hope you have all you dreamed of
And I wish you joy and happiness
But above all this, I wish you love
And I will always love you
Quinn didn’t know what to make of the song. She knew that Rachel sang from the heart, that she let music and lyrics speak for her, but maybe this time it really was just about karaoke. It was certainly an epic karaoke song, and suited the girl’s powerful voice perfectly. She exchanged high fives with bar patrons and her friends as she walked back up to her seat next to Quinn. How could the blonde figure out if there were deeper meaning to the song selection? Rachel smiled at Quinn as she sat down.
“That was even better than I remembered, Rach.”
“I hoped you’d like it!” Rachel gave Quinn a toothy smile. The brunette looked up at the bartender and ordered another round of drinks.
At Rachel’s prompting, the other four girls wrote their names on slips of paper and brought them up to the DJ. Mercedes went first and sang an old Destiny’s Child song. Brittany and Santana did a little acting bit along with “Love is Strange” from Dirty Dancing, which is what they always did at karaoke but never failed to be entertaining. All of the customers, the other girls included, whistled and gave the girls affectionate cat calls. At some point during their song Rachel looked over at Quinn and their hands somehow intertwined. Tina sang “Build Me Up Buttercup,” which turned into a group song since everyone knew the words and loved singing along. All of the girls hooted and cheered at the end, giving Tina high fives.
Quinn was the only one left to sing. She took a long look at Rachel before downing the shot of tequila in front of her and walking up to the stage. It’s now or never, she thought to herself. She told the DJ the song she wanted at stepped up to the mic. She looked at Rachel and raised an eyebrow as the opening note came in. She put everything she had into the music.
And I feel like taking off, let me be your supernova
Before you make the biggest mistake of your life
Just give me the chance to get it right
Santana and Brittany smiled at each other. “Yeah, Quinn!” Santana yelled above the music. It was just enough to give Quinn the confidence she needed to walk up to the girls at the bar, singing the verse.
They’ve got it all, they’ve got all the things I thought I wanted
But I can’t afford to fake anymore
To live this façade and smile as the warm champagne pours
She weaved her way through her friends and walked right up to Rachel as she looked the brunette right in the eye.
I'm here all alone,
Is she thinking of me?
Does she forget what we once had?
Quinn paused at the end of the line, staring at Rachel, clearly speaking directly to the brunette. Tina raised her eyebrows quizzically and then smiled into her drink. She always suspected there was something between the two girls.
Cause I feel like taking off, let me be your supernova
Before you make the biggest mistake of your life
Just give me the chance to get it right.
Quinn sang the rest of the song dancing along with her friends, but made a point to look back at Rachel as she repeated the last few words and walked back up to the stage.
You’ve got it wrong if you say our love is gone…
Rachel knew she needed to excuse herself to get her head together. Was Quinn just having fun with the song? Was there more behind it? It had been years. Rachel wasn’t expecting that Quinn would feel anything for her anymore. Could the song have meant that she still had feelings for the brunette? Did it matter? Rachel’s wedding was in 16 hours. 16 hours until she was Mrs. Hudson. But in that moment at the bar, she was 19-year-old Rachel Berry again. All the unresolved feelings she had towards the girl were moving towards the surface, coaxed out by alcohol and stolen glances and loaded song lyrics. Rachel couldn’t handle it. She needed distance before she did something that had enormous consequences. Rachel made her way to the bathroom in the back of the bar.
Quinn returned to the bar with a huge grin on her face. “Where’s Rachel?” she whispered to Santana.
“She just went to the bathroom. Go talk to her!” Santana whispered back as she pushed Quinn towards the back of the bar.
Rachel ran the last few steps and closed the door behind her. She put her hands on either side of the sink and sighed at her reflection, easing her breath. She didn’t hear the door open behind her.
Quinn immediately noticed Rachel standing at the sink. She took a second to take in the sight of the girl - her perfect legs, the tight black dress that showed off her toned ass, those tan shoulders, the gorgeous brown hair. Why hadn’t she done this years ago? What was she so afraid of?
Rachel jumped as she felt a hand pressed to the small of her back. She looked up in the mirror and saw Quinn’s reflection close behind her.
“Hi, stranger,” she said with a nervous smile.
“Hi,” Quinn replied softly, “it’s been a while.”
Both girls smiled at each other in the mirror. Quinn could feel Rachel tense against her hand as she moved it from the center of her back to the smaller girl’s hip. Rachel turned to face Quinn, their bodies close enough to touch, Rachel’s leg between Quinn’s. Rachel looked up at the blonde through her eyelashes and smiled lazily. Quinn bit her bottom lip as she leaned in to whisper in Rachel’s ear. She let her tongue graze the brunette’s ear as she rasped, “I’ve missed you.” Rachel blushed, goose bumps rising, as she pushed her cheek into Quinn’s. Rachel’s breath was hot on her neck as she responded, “I’ve missed you, too.”
Quinn slowly turned to look at Rachel, her arms wrapped around the shorter girl. Rachel lifted her chin to reach her lips to Quinn’s. Both girls shuddered as their tongues briefly met. Quinn pulled back to look at Rachel and the girl whimpered at the lack of touch. Their eyes met, and Rachel knew nothing else mattered. There was no going back. She smiled and leaned in again.
“Uhhh… sorry to interrupt, but Mercedes was about to come find you two.” Santana said, her head poked into the bathroom. “They want to go to the next place so I said I’d get you…”
“Yeah thanks,” Rachel said as she smoothed her dress and fixed her hair.
“We’ll be right out, S.” Quinn smiled. “Get the tab and we’ll meet you at the door.”
Santana left and Quinn turned back to Rachel, who was looking at herself in the mirror again.
“I’m sorry, Rach,” she said lightly. “I just got caught up in the moment.”
“It’s ok, Quinn. We should just get back to everyone else.”
Rachel led Quinn back out to the bar where they met their friends. The girls split into two cabs, Quinn and Rachel sharing a car with Tina. Rachel leaned her head on Quinn’s shoulder for the ride. Quinn didn’t quite know what to make of the evening - was Rachel just drunk and nostalgic for the days when they were better friends? Was she really interested in starting something more with Quinn?
Quinn was lost in her thoughts when she felt the car slow down and Rachel gasped.
“A strip club?” Rachel squealed.
The girls filed out of the cabs and Rachel looked up at the marquee with a grin.
“Yayyyy!” Brittany cheered and clapped her hands together.
“I can’t believe you chose a strip club, Britt.” Mercedes laughed.
“What?” Brittany said incredulously, “That’s what you’re supposed to do at a bachelor party! I read it online and everything!”
“It’s a bachelorette party!” Tina was laughing along with Mercedes. “You guys are so gay.”
“Let’s go!” Rachel started in towards the door. The other girls followed. Brittany gave Quinn a wink.
The club was surprisingly busy, but the girls were able to find two tables off to the side of the catwalk.
“We’re going to need like 3 more drinks,” Rachel said to the waitress. “Each.” She giggled and sat down in the chair next to Quinn. The blonde looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
“What?!?” Rachel said playfully, “it’s my night and I say more drinks.”
“Don’t you think you’re playing with fire?” Quinn smirked.
Rachel smiled at Quinn, one eyebrow raised, and licked her lips. It sent chills down the blonde’s spine. Rachel could see her visibly tense up.
They watched two dancers perform, Rachel mesmerized, sipping her drink through the stir as the woman in front of them dipped and spun on the pole. The dance ended and Rachel’s eyes went wide.
“Wowww…” she slurred. “I wish I could do that!”
Quinn laughed. “Rach you’d probably fall on your ass. Stripping takes more practice and talent than you’d think.”
“Oh yeah?” Rachel looked up at Quinn. “Well I bet you would do a great job of it,” she said earnestly. Quinn blushed and turned to look at the next dancer who was making her way onto the catwalk. She felt Rachel scoot her chair closer. Quinn drew in a breath and worked up her courage. She draped her arm around the shorter girl’s shoulders and drew her in so their sides were touching. Rachel gently placed her hand on Quinn’s leg as she leaned in to say something to the blonde. Quinn’s mind wouldn’t work. All she could concentrate on was their physical proximity.
“See that girl?” Rachel whispered into Quinn’s ear, breath hot on the blonde’s neck. Quinn could only nod. “I think you could do a much better job than she is.”
Come on, Quinn, she thought to herself. This is your last chance. The girl will be off the market tomorrow. You might as well give it a shot tonight.
“I think maybe you’re right,” Quinn whispered back to Rachel, “but she certainly has some nice… attributes.”
Rachel smirked and looked up at Quinn, “I’ve always thought you had the nicest ass in Lima, and I’m sure you hold your own in New York.”
Quinn shuddered, Rachel’s words spurring her courage.
“So…” she purred. “Are you saying that you’d like to see my dance moves?”
Rachel nodded.
Quinn leaned in and said softly, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” She let her lips brush up against Rachel’s neck. She could feel the heat of Rachel’s blush.
Quinn stood up and offered her hand to the other girl.
“I’m going to buy Rachel a lap dance!” Quinn said playfully to the other girls, who were too occupied in their drinks, the dancers, and their own conversations to object. Quinn led Rachel to the numbered doors in the back of the club. She slipped the bouncer $50 and he opened the door to let them in an empty room. Quinn gave him a wink and locked the door behind them.
The room was dimly lit with red lights. There was a CD player and a single chair in the middle of the room. Quinn motioned for Rachel to sit down.
Rachel’s pulse quickened as she watched Quinn walk over to the CD player and shuffle through the music to find the right song. When she got to “You Shook Me All Night Long” she smiled and turned back to Rachel.
“Well this seems fitting,” she smirked as she sauntered over to Rachel, pushing the girl back into her seat.
Quinn used her knee to spread Rachel’s legs, making the girl’s already short dress almost completely indecent. She swayed her hips, squatting down until her face was level with the brunette’s navel. Quinn leaned forward, her hands trailing from Rachel’s knees, slowly up her thighs, thumbs moving up to graze the sensitive spot where her thighs and hips met, hooking under the sides of the girl’s lacy underwear. She shifted her hands to the sides of Rachel’s hips, standing up a little as she danced, letting her chest drag up between the girl’s legs, across her stomach and chest, until Quinn leaned in to lick a trail up the girl’s neck. The song got the point Quinn was waiting for, and she leaned into Rachel’s ear as she rasped, “taking more than her share, had me fighting for air, she told me to cum but I was already there.” Rachel groaned and moved her hands to grab Quinn closer, but the blonde girl drew back a little.
“No touching,” Quinn smirked, motioning for Rachel to grab onto the handles that were bolted to the armrests on the chair. Once the girl was settled, Quinn unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. Rachel gasped as she took in the sight of Quinn in her black lace bra and low-ride boy shorts.
Quinn spun around, bending at the waist, giving Rachel a full view of her ass as she danced. She took a step back, pressing her ass into Rachel’s center as she swayed her hips in time with the music. She could hear Rachel moaning behind her. She could feel the wet heat that she was rubbing against, and feel the dull throbbing between her own legs as her hips moved back and forth. She could feel Rachel shuddering and prepared herself for her final move of the song.
Quinn spun to face Rachel. The girl was completely flushed, her hips rising to meet Quinn’s thigh. The blonde brought one leg all the way up and rested it on Rachel’s shoulder. She leaned into the shorter girl, one thigh rubbing Rachel’s hot center, the other leg high enough that she knew Rachel could see exactly how turned on she was. Quinn leaned in and kissed Rachel more passionately than ever before, still moving to the music. She could feel the brunette’s wetness starting to drip down her thigh. The feeling drove her wild and she ground her leg in a little harder, earning a groan.
“Quinn… I’m so… close…” Rachel moaned into the blonde’s ear, grinding against her.
Quinn leaned back a little, releasing the pressure of her leg. “Not yet,” she whispered back. She pulled Rachel out of the chair and kissed her, wrapping her arms around to cup the brunette’s ass. She picked Rachel up, letting the smaller girl straddle her in a reverse piggy-back as they deepened their kiss. Rachel whimpered into Quinn’s mouth.
“I want you to fuck me,” she groaned, “Quinn I want you so badly. I’ve been waiting so long to feel you inside of me again.”
Quinn carried Rachel back over to the chair, turned, and sat herself down. There was just enough space on the sides of the chair for Rachel to kneel, her legs on either side of the blonde.
“I showed you mine, now you show me yours.” Quinn nipped Rachel’s ear with the words and the brunette couldn’t help herself. She reached back to unzip her dress, and wiggled enough to let it fall off her shoulders, and then pulled it to the floor. Rachel straddled the blonde, letting the girl trace her fingers over the red lingerie she had been wearing under the dress.
Quinn let out a gasp as Rachel guided the blonde’s hands to the elastic of her panties, pushing them down to slide the fabric off her thighs and to her knees. Quinn firmly grabbed Rachel’s ass, pulling the brunette closer.
“Hands,” Rachel said with a smirk, pointing to the handles on the chair.
Quinn let out a low moan as she gripped the handles on the armrest, the pressure turning her knuckles white. Rachel smiled at Quinn as she reached back and unhooked her red bra, pulling it away from her body and throwing it to the floor. She leaned close enough that Quinn could take one of Rachel’s nipples into her mouth. The brunette groaned, rolling her hips forward as she felt Quinn’s tongue flick and suck on her. She leaned back a little, enough to be just out of Quinn’s reach, and the blonde moaned in frustration.
Rachel cupped Quinn’s cheek and kissed her hard, their tongues colliding, moving to the same beat as the music and the throbbing between Rachel’s legs. She moved her face enough to slide two fingers into Quinn’s mouth. The blonde eagerly sucked on them, working her tongue up and down their length. Rachel moved the fingers to her own lips, traced them down the center of her chest to her tight stomach. Quinn gasped as she watched Rachel, still straddling Quinn’s lap, move her fingers between her legs, rubbing her clit softly. Rachel looked at Quinn, moaning under the feel of her own hand. She let her head roll back as she spread her wet folds, allowing Quinn to see exactly how she was touching herself. Quinn shuddered, her fingertips ghosting Rachel’s touch from the armrest. Rachel looked back down at Quinn.
“Touch me.”
Quinn moved her hand from the armrest, up the back of Rachel’s thigh, and slowly around to the front of her leg. Rachel gasped and shuddered at the light touch. Quinn gently guided Rachel’s wrist to the back of her neck, allowing the brunette to lean into her. She ran two fingers along the wetness of Rachel’s center before pressing them hard into the girl. Rachel lurched back and took a sharp breath, grinding her hips into Quinn’s hand. She thrust in time with the song that was playing, curling her fingers to reach Rachel’s g spot. The smaller girl was absolutely dripping, whimpering at every thrust.
Quinn used her other hand to guide Rachel’s knees from the seat of the chair to the armrests, raising her up another few inches. Rachel grabbed the back of the chair as Quinn slid her in closer. She moaned in anticipation as Quinn kissed her hip bones, trailing her tongue down the crease between her hips and thigh. Quinn pressed her tongue to Rachel’s clit, working around the swollen bud as she continued to curl her fingers inside the brunette. She sucked in gently and felt the girl tense.
“Fuck me, Quinn.” Rachel screamed as Quinn bit down a little, pumping her fingers in harder. “Ughhh make me cum, baby. I want you to feel how hard I can cum for you.”
Quinn kept her rhythm as Rachel thrust her hips forward, grinding her pussy into Quinn’s face. The vibrations from Quinn’s moans only intensified the brunette’s shuddering.
Rachel looked down and realized that Quinn’s other hand was thrusting hard between her own legs. In the red light Rachel could see the girl’s fingers glistening as her thumb pressed against her clit.
Watching Quinn fuck herself sent Rachel over the edge. She leaned back and rode Quinn’s face through the spasms, screaming out Quinn’s name as she ejaculated all over the blonde. Quinn slowed her hand for a moment, leaning back to lick her lips and look at Rachel with a smile. Rachel watched as Quinn continued to fuck herself, staring at Rachel, until she was almost on the edge. Rachel felt Quinn’s fingers begin to pull again inside her. She gasped as Quinn pushed in a third finger, pumping furiously in time with her other hand.
“Watch me cum for you baby,” Quinn moaned.
Rachel was on the verge of her second orgasm as Quinn’s hips started to buck beneath her. Quinn’s eyes rolled back, hand still fucking the shorter girl, as she grunted out Rachel’s name.
Rachel felt herself release as Quinn’s hand curled knuckle deep and pushed on just the right spot. The two girls tensed together, grinding into Quinn’s hands, foreheads pressed together, panting wildly. Quinn kept her fingers inside Rachel as the girl gave small shudders, whimpering with each aftershock.
Rachel leaned down and kissed Quinn softly, leaning into the blonde. Quinn gently pulled Rachel’s legs back down so she was sitting on top of her in the chair.
“That was… mmmmm.” Rachel purred into Quinn’s ear.
“Come back to my hotel room,” Quinn whispered, more a statement than a question.
Rachel looked at her with wide eyes. She was beginning to feel the pangs of guilt in her stomach, but being with Quinn felt too good to ignore.
“Yes,” she managed to whisper. “Take me back.”
Quinn smiled as she held Rachel. It felt perfect until she glanced down at her watch. 1 AM. 12 hours until the wedding.