Glee Kink Meme - Prompt Fill
Title: And I'll Be Waiting Right Here (For You To Come To Me)
Author: rainbowruse
Rating: R, to be safe
Length: 1800 aprox.
Spoilers: Up to and including Season 2 Episode 22
Summary: A fill for a prompt over at Glee Kink Meme. Tame really, by most standards :P. Please note, this is the first time I've ever written anything remotely smutty. To all my slash writing predecessors, thank you ;D
UNBETA'D. In search of a Beta, or someone willing to act as a sounding board for ideas. I have plenty, just not the certainty to commit to them. ^_^;
The prompt is: 'Rachel and Quinn end up sharing a room during NYC. One day Rachel comes back to the hotel room and catches Quinn watching lesbian porn and masturbating.
Awkwardness ensues and ends with Quinn still trying to hide who ~she is.
Whether or not they end up doing anything about the awkward sexual tension that the room has is up to you.'
Quinn presses her thighs together tightly around her hand, her eyes intent on the screen in front of her. With her lower lip caught between her teeth she watches with baited breath as the scenario plays out.
The brunette and the blonde sit knee to knee on a bed. They chat quietly, the brunette watching the blonde with intent. When the brunette's hand slides over blonde's thigh, there's not even a pause in conversation. It's just innocent skinship, right? The hand trails up, brushing lightly over the pale thigh before moving back down again. With each pass the touch becomes firmer, the eye contact is more intense and the conversation slowly comes to a halt.
When the blonde utters that first breathy moan Quinn feels herself clench. The brunette smiles at the sound, her free hand coming up to push on the yielding shoulder of the other girl, laying her out on the bed.
'Wh,. what are you doing?' the blonde stutters, wide brown eyes gazing up at her counterpart.
The brunette just smiles again, her hand pushing up over the swell of the blonde's thigh, sliding over her hip and slipping under the white tank the other girl is wearing. There's a gasp and then a quiet sigh as the blonde relents.
Quinn feels a sympathetic tingle and bites harder on her lip. There's a cut and the scene that greets Quinn's gaze is slightly racier. The blonde is now topless, stretched across the bed as the brunette leans over her, tongue trailing delicate circles around her areola.
Back in the hotel room, Quinn's other hand slides up her shirt, her palm pressing firmly against her abs and pushing up over the jut of her breasts, teasing her nipples. The blonde on screen keens, arching her back and cupping the back of the brunette's head to get more contact. Quinn hisses as she touches herself hesitantly through the cotton of her underwear. With a glance down at the clock in the bottom corner of the screen Quinn returns to the action, mentally noting that she still has plenty of time before Rachel's due back from her 'outing' with Finn. That thought is all it takes for her to imagine herself and Rachel in place of the two porn stars on the screen. She shudders against her probing fingers at the thought of Rachel laying her out and making her writhe.
The moans, groans and whimpers increase in volume and the sounds send blood rushing to Quinn's neck, cheeks and other places, too. The brunette is now two fingers deep in the blonde, fucking her with abandon, whispering dirty nothings in her ears.
'You like that? You like it when I fuck you, don't you? Love it when I flick your clit and fuck you hard.' the brunette punctuates each curse with a hard thrust, curling her fingers into the blonde who groans freely, thrusting her hips onto the fingers inside her.
Quinn's fingers are sticky and warm, her breath is short and she drops her chin to her chest, looking down at the movement of her hand in her shorts. Her hips rock as she feels the ridged spot inside her. The movement pins her hand between the seat and her sex, and she can't help but gasp as with each thrust she brushes the same spot.
The events on the screen reach fever pitch. With the sheets fisted in both hands the blonde strains for release, the brunette rubbing tight, firm circles on her clit as she grins around the nipple in her mouth.
Looking up again Quinn groans helplessly, her fingers slipping easily from inside herself to rub her own clit. She closes her eyes tightly, desperately tweaking her nipple for added stimulation as she strokes the pads of two fingers over the sensitive bud between her legs. Her thighs begin to shake and she imagines that the sounds coming from the tiny speakers of her Mac book are being made by Rachel, and that she's the one making her make them.
'Unff.' Quinn utters, her fingers working just that bit faster as she feels the rising of her orgasm, the bitter tingle on her tongue as she starts to cum, sweetly. Her hips shudder into her hand and she cries out briefly, swiping over her clit once, twice, three times more, the fluttering pleasurable ache reaching a plateau before she sinks two fingers back inside herself, curling them. Her body trembles slightly as she pants, rolling her hips forward in tiny increments to make her fingers press that spot.
She wishes she could go again, figuring she'd have time if only she hadn't been so rough on her clit. Carefully she extracts her hand, wincing slightly as she brushes her oversensitive bud on the way out. When she opens her eyes she is greeted with the blank black screen of her media player.
Her heart nearly stops when she notices that reflected in the screen is a girl. Quinn gasps and turns, confirming that there is a girl there. It’s Rachel, obviously earlier than Quinn expected. There is a deep blush in Rachel's cheeks as she stands in the doorway in her blue dress, her hair upswept to expose her delicate neck.
Quinn swallows, searching desperately for something to say.
"Uh, how was your date?" she tries.
Snide, hurtful comments are the last thing on her mind as she hopes to god Rachel had only just come in.
Quinn hadn't thought it possible but Rachel's eyes widen even further before she tears her gaze from the blonde, mumbling "I'm taking a shower."
There’s a flurry of movement that Quinn can barely follow and Rachel disappears inside the bathroom. On the end of her bed sits an unused, folded towel and when Quinn sees it she knows immediately she’s been caught.
Panic seizes her and she shoots up from the chair, closing the Mac book. She makes a mad dash to her open suitcase, throwing her light t-shirt off, grabbing a dress and snapping out the folds in it before she throws it on her own bed. As she discards her shorts her eyes search frantically for her coat. She knows it had to be somewhere in the room. As she pulls the dress over her head she spies it slung over her bedside table. Stockings are wriggled into and boots are tugged on. Quinn runs a hand through her hair, snatching up her purse, straining to hear any sound coming from the bathroom. There are none.
In seconds she is out the door, closing it behind her with a pronounced click. Two doors down Brittany and Santana are sharing a room, but Quinn doesn’t know if she can face them. Instead she heads for the elevator, falling against the wall as the doors slide shut smoothly. She feels her ruined underwear, sodden between her thighs and blushes even as she presses them together, savouring the warm throb of her sex. When the doors swish open in the lobby, Quinn is still not sure where she's going to go. She steps out, looking to all the world like a young lady with a purpose, but that couldn't be further from the truth. As she walks out onto the streets of New York, Quinn Fabray fights down the panic that threatens to overwhelm her.
--
It’s been dark for at least an hour before Quinn finds her way back to the hotel. Her feet ache. She couldn’t stop walking, couldn’t get far enough away from the shame, confusion and helplessness she’d felt as she’d realised what had happened.
Tentatively she walks into the lobby, only to find the rest of Glee assembled in front of Mr. Schuester, arguing loudly.
“I told you, I don’t know where she went!”
Rachel’s voice is audible above all the others. Her harsh tone cuts Quinn to the quick. The grimace on her face as Santana glares daggers at her makes Quinn’s heart lurch and just as she’s about to start towards them, Mr. Schue spies her over the heads of everyone else.
“Quinn!” he cries, a smile tugging at his lips and creasing the corners of his eyes.
Everyone turns to see her standing there. It takes Brittany and Santana all of two seconds to run to her, slinging their arms around her in a hug. Santana’s grip is desperate, Quinn can tell she was worried. Brittany’s hug is warm and sure and she relaxes into their grip, clenching her jaw and fighting tears even as her eyes sting.
“Where the hell were you, Q?” the Latina asks, sounding vexed and concerned all at once.
“Rachel said you just disappeared.”
At this, Quinn swallows and lifts her head from the warmth of Brittany’s shoulder. She sees everyone standing, some smiling, some looking relieved and others looking indifferent. Rachel though, looks terrified. Quinn blanches and shakes the other two girls off.
“I’m fine, obviously.” She says, shooting her two friends a small smile before stalking off to the elevator. She hears Mr Schuester telling everyone to calm down and get back to their rooms.
-
As Quinn emerges from the bathroom she hears a knock at the door.
“Yes?” She calls out, hesitantly. She hopes it’s not Rachel and when Mr Schue asks if he can come in, she’s relieved. After a lecture which leaves her with the distinct impression that should Will Schuester ever have kids, they’d walk all over him, Quinn is left alone. Rachel hasn’t returned by 10 and Quinn decides to go to sleep.
-
When Rachel and Finn come together, sharing a lover’s kiss for all to see at nationals, Quinn refuses to think that her heart is breaking. Instead there’s a sudden flash of rage and hurt which she swallows down before they begin their last number. When Santana is being restrained, chewing Rachel out in Spanish and struggling against her captors it takes all Quinn’s control not to rip her friend free and join in the melee. She feels the frustration, jealousy and hurt continue to well up inside her with no outlet.
On the plane home she sits at the back, staring hard out the tiny window at the clouds below.
Upon their return to McKinley Quinn finds that whenever she and Rachel exchange glances, there's something more to them than a simple look. She’s hesitant to believe she’s not seeing things when Rachel’s dark eyes meet hers, an unnamed emotion in them that sends a shiver down Quinn’s spine. Quinn doesn’t hear any rumours about what has happened and counts herself lucky.
She doesn’t watch adult films when she touches herself anymore. All she needs is the thought of Rachel watching and she’s groaning and shuddering, cumming without restraint against her palm. She spends her days hoping that Rachel will finally ask, and that she will have the courage to tell her.
Author: rainbowruse
Rating: R, to be safe
Length: 1800 aprox.
Spoilers: Up to and including Season 2 Episode 22
Summary: A fill for a prompt over at Glee Kink Meme. Tame really, by most standards :P. Please note, this is the first time I've ever written anything remotely smutty. To all my slash writing predecessors, thank you ;D
UNBETA'D. In search of a Beta, or someone willing to act as a sounding board for ideas. I have plenty, just not the certainty to commit to them. ^_^;
The prompt is: 'Rachel and Quinn end up sharing a room during NYC. One day Rachel comes back to the hotel room and catches Quinn watching lesbian porn and masturbating.
Awkwardness ensues and ends with Quinn still trying to hide who ~she is.
Whether or not they end up doing anything about the awkward sexual tension that the room has is up to you.'
Quinn presses her thighs together tightly around her hand, her eyes intent on the screen in front of her. With her lower lip caught between her teeth she watches with baited breath as the scenario plays out.
The brunette and the blonde sit knee to knee on a bed. They chat quietly, the brunette watching the blonde with intent. When the brunette's hand slides over blonde's thigh, there's not even a pause in conversation. It's just innocent skinship, right? The hand trails up, brushing lightly over the pale thigh before moving back down again. With each pass the touch becomes firmer, the eye contact is more intense and the conversation slowly comes to a halt.
When the blonde utters that first breathy moan Quinn feels herself clench. The brunette smiles at the sound, her free hand coming up to push on the yielding shoulder of the other girl, laying her out on the bed.
'Wh,. what are you doing?' the blonde stutters, wide brown eyes gazing up at her counterpart.
The brunette just smiles again, her hand pushing up over the swell of the blonde's thigh, sliding over her hip and slipping under the white tank the other girl is wearing. There's a gasp and then a quiet sigh as the blonde relents.
Quinn feels a sympathetic tingle and bites harder on her lip. There's a cut and the scene that greets Quinn's gaze is slightly racier. The blonde is now topless, stretched across the bed as the brunette leans over her, tongue trailing delicate circles around her areola.
Back in the hotel room, Quinn's other hand slides up her shirt, her palm pressing firmly against her abs and pushing up over the jut of her breasts, teasing her nipples. The blonde on screen keens, arching her back and cupping the back of the brunette's head to get more contact. Quinn hisses as she touches herself hesitantly through the cotton of her underwear. With a glance down at the clock in the bottom corner of the screen Quinn returns to the action, mentally noting that she still has plenty of time before Rachel's due back from her 'outing' with Finn. That thought is all it takes for her to imagine herself and Rachel in place of the two porn stars on the screen. She shudders against her probing fingers at the thought of Rachel laying her out and making her writhe.
The moans, groans and whimpers increase in volume and the sounds send blood rushing to Quinn's neck, cheeks and other places, too. The brunette is now two fingers deep in the blonde, fucking her with abandon, whispering dirty nothings in her ears.
'You like that? You like it when I fuck you, don't you? Love it when I flick your clit and fuck you hard.' the brunette punctuates each curse with a hard thrust, curling her fingers into the blonde who groans freely, thrusting her hips onto the fingers inside her.
Quinn's fingers are sticky and warm, her breath is short and she drops her chin to her chest, looking down at the movement of her hand in her shorts. Her hips rock as she feels the ridged spot inside her. The movement pins her hand between the seat and her sex, and she can't help but gasp as with each thrust she brushes the same spot.
The events on the screen reach fever pitch. With the sheets fisted in both hands the blonde strains for release, the brunette rubbing tight, firm circles on her clit as she grins around the nipple in her mouth.
Looking up again Quinn groans helplessly, her fingers slipping easily from inside herself to rub her own clit. She closes her eyes tightly, desperately tweaking her nipple for added stimulation as she strokes the pads of two fingers over the sensitive bud between her legs. Her thighs begin to shake and she imagines that the sounds coming from the tiny speakers of her Mac book are being made by Rachel, and that she's the one making her make them.
'Unff.' Quinn utters, her fingers working just that bit faster as she feels the rising of her orgasm, the bitter tingle on her tongue as she starts to cum, sweetly. Her hips shudder into her hand and she cries out briefly, swiping over her clit once, twice, three times more, the fluttering pleasurable ache reaching a plateau before she sinks two fingers back inside herself, curling them. Her body trembles slightly as she pants, rolling her hips forward in tiny increments to make her fingers press that spot.
She wishes she could go again, figuring she'd have time if only she hadn't been so rough on her clit. Carefully she extracts her hand, wincing slightly as she brushes her oversensitive bud on the way out. When she opens her eyes she is greeted with the blank black screen of her media player.
Her heart nearly stops when she notices that reflected in the screen is a girl. Quinn gasps and turns, confirming that there is a girl there. It’s Rachel, obviously earlier than Quinn expected. There is a deep blush in Rachel's cheeks as she stands in the doorway in her blue dress, her hair upswept to expose her delicate neck.
Quinn swallows, searching desperately for something to say.
"Uh, how was your date?" she tries.
Snide, hurtful comments are the last thing on her mind as she hopes to god Rachel had only just come in.
Quinn hadn't thought it possible but Rachel's eyes widen even further before she tears her gaze from the blonde, mumbling "I'm taking a shower."
There’s a flurry of movement that Quinn can barely follow and Rachel disappears inside the bathroom. On the end of her bed sits an unused, folded towel and when Quinn sees it she knows immediately she’s been caught.
Panic seizes her and she shoots up from the chair, closing the Mac book. She makes a mad dash to her open suitcase, throwing her light t-shirt off, grabbing a dress and snapping out the folds in it before she throws it on her own bed. As she discards her shorts her eyes search frantically for her coat. She knows it had to be somewhere in the room. As she pulls the dress over her head she spies it slung over her bedside table. Stockings are wriggled into and boots are tugged on. Quinn runs a hand through her hair, snatching up her purse, straining to hear any sound coming from the bathroom. There are none.
In seconds she is out the door, closing it behind her with a pronounced click. Two doors down Brittany and Santana are sharing a room, but Quinn doesn’t know if she can face them. Instead she heads for the elevator, falling against the wall as the doors slide shut smoothly. She feels her ruined underwear, sodden between her thighs and blushes even as she presses them together, savouring the warm throb of her sex. When the doors swish open in the lobby, Quinn is still not sure where she's going to go. She steps out, looking to all the world like a young lady with a purpose, but that couldn't be further from the truth. As she walks out onto the streets of New York, Quinn Fabray fights down the panic that threatens to overwhelm her.
--
It’s been dark for at least an hour before Quinn finds her way back to the hotel. Her feet ache. She couldn’t stop walking, couldn’t get far enough away from the shame, confusion and helplessness she’d felt as she’d realised what had happened.
Tentatively she walks into the lobby, only to find the rest of Glee assembled in front of Mr. Schuester, arguing loudly.
“I told you, I don’t know where she went!”
Rachel’s voice is audible above all the others. Her harsh tone cuts Quinn to the quick. The grimace on her face as Santana glares daggers at her makes Quinn’s heart lurch and just as she’s about to start towards them, Mr. Schue spies her over the heads of everyone else.
“Quinn!” he cries, a smile tugging at his lips and creasing the corners of his eyes.
Everyone turns to see her standing there. It takes Brittany and Santana all of two seconds to run to her, slinging their arms around her in a hug. Santana’s grip is desperate, Quinn can tell she was worried. Brittany’s hug is warm and sure and she relaxes into their grip, clenching her jaw and fighting tears even as her eyes sting.
“Where the hell were you, Q?” the Latina asks, sounding vexed and concerned all at once.
“Rachel said you just disappeared.”
At this, Quinn swallows and lifts her head from the warmth of Brittany’s shoulder. She sees everyone standing, some smiling, some looking relieved and others looking indifferent. Rachel though, looks terrified. Quinn blanches and shakes the other two girls off.
“I’m fine, obviously.” She says, shooting her two friends a small smile before stalking off to the elevator. She hears Mr Schuester telling everyone to calm down and get back to their rooms.
-
As Quinn emerges from the bathroom she hears a knock at the door.
“Yes?” She calls out, hesitantly. She hopes it’s not Rachel and when Mr Schue asks if he can come in, she’s relieved. After a lecture which leaves her with the distinct impression that should Will Schuester ever have kids, they’d walk all over him, Quinn is left alone. Rachel hasn’t returned by 10 and Quinn decides to go to sleep.
-
When Rachel and Finn come together, sharing a lover’s kiss for all to see at nationals, Quinn refuses to think that her heart is breaking. Instead there’s a sudden flash of rage and hurt which she swallows down before they begin their last number. When Santana is being restrained, chewing Rachel out in Spanish and struggling against her captors it takes all Quinn’s control not to rip her friend free and join in the melee. She feels the frustration, jealousy and hurt continue to well up inside her with no outlet.
On the plane home she sits at the back, staring hard out the tiny window at the clouds below.
Upon their return to McKinley Quinn finds that whenever she and Rachel exchange glances, there's something more to them than a simple look. She’s hesitant to believe she’s not seeing things when Rachel’s dark eyes meet hers, an unnamed emotion in them that sends a shiver down Quinn’s spine. Quinn doesn’t hear any rumours about what has happened and counts herself lucky.
She doesn’t watch adult films when she touches herself anymore. All she needs is the thought of Rachel watching and she’s groaning and shuddering, cumming without restraint against her palm. She spends her days hoping that Rachel will finally ask, and that she will have the courage to tell her.