fic: if you can't convince them, confuse them (4/?)

[relvoxballroom]

Pairing: Rachel / Quinn, side Brittany / Santana
Rating: R now, NC-17 eventually
Spoilers: All episodes, just to be safe.
Summary: Quinn gets way more than she expected when she flirts with Rachel as a joke.
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, obviously.
Author's Note: Just pretend that Brittany dumped Artie for Santana shortly after the locker scene. Also, this is totally unedited, so...yeah.

As promised, here’s the next chapter!

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Per Santana’s instructions, Rachel arrived early to talk game plan and to help set up for their little pool party.

“I’m actually somewhat nervous about this,” Rachel said as she carried a cooler full of sodas outside.

“Nervous about what?” Santana asked. “Seeing Quinn in a bikini?”

“God, now I’m nervous about that, too,” Rachel whined.

“What were you initially nervous about,” Santana laughed.

“Honest answer?”

“No, lie to me.”

“Sometimes, I still expect a slushie to hit me in the face when I’m not looking,” Rachel said quietly.

Santana stopped what she was doing and sighed. “I can understand that.”

“It’s just that…I mean, these past few weeks have been really nice,” Rachel said. “I just can’t help but wonder if I’m walking into the biggest prank you’ve ever pulled.”

“It’d be kind of a shit prank now that school’s already over,” Santana pointed out.

“Or you could be just be really committed to it,” Rachel said.

“Do you really think I’d be so focused on humiliating you that I’d devote my entire summer to it?” Santana asked.

“No, I don’t, which is why I’m here,” Rachel said, sitting down on a lounge chair. “But I can’t always shake the nerves.”

“I get that,” Santana said. “And we’ve given you every reason to suspicious. But you’re one of us now, you know?”

“Am I?” Rachel asked.

“Of course,” Santana said. “You think we just invite anybody in?”

“No,” Rachel answered.

“Look, you out-bitched me in that hotel room in New York,” Santana said, sitting cross-legged on the grass next to Rachel. “Do you know how rare that is?”

“Well, you’re kind of a raging bitch, so I’m guessing not too often,” Rachel said, chuckling lightly.

“Cute,” Santana said, rolling her eyes. “But no, it doesn’t happen often, and damn if I didn’t respect you for it. And, to be honest, I was all set and ready to leave it there.”

“What do you mean?” Rachel said.

“You think you’re here right now just because you talked back to me?” Santana asked.

“I hadn’t really thought about it,” Rachel said.

“Please, if I invited every person that talked back to me to a pool party, I’d have no water left,” Santana said. “I usually just slap people.”

“So why didn’t you slap me?” Rachel said. “Not that I mind, obviously.”

“Because of the way Q reacted to your little flirting game,” Santana said. “Please, I’ve had my suspicions about her for years. If I told you how many times I’ve tried to flirt with her, just to see her reaction, it’d make your dreidel spin. But with the one exception of the time she accidentally walked in on me going down on Brittany - and let me tell you how hilarious that reaction was - I’ve never managed to do what you did in one sentence back in New York.”

“And what, praytell, did I do?” Rachel asked.

“You got her to think,” Santana said. “Truly, and honestly think about what she wanted. Now, she’d deny it up and down the block if you asked her, but I saw the shock in her eyes. She saw something in herself that day that I’ve never been able to make her see.”

“So you kept me around as, what…a stick to poke Quinn with?”

“That’s what she said,” Santana said, laughing.

“Santana Lopez,” Rachel said, her eyes narrowing.

“Okay, okay,” Santana said, giggling. “Honestly, at first, yeah. You were a pointy stick. But when you relaxed a little bit…you’re fun to be around. You’re not half bad. Even if you are half-sized.”

“Santana, we’re almost the same height,” Rachel whined.

“Whatever,” Santana said, rolling her eyes. “The moral of the story is that this isn’t a prank. And if you sometimes can’t believe that I’m not fucking with you, try to remember that I wouldn’t fuck with Quinn. Not about this.”

Rachel smiled. “So I don’t have to worry about slushies flying at my face?”

“Not unless you’re into that kind of thing,” Santana said, winking.

“I think that’s a no unless I’ve unwittingly developed some strange, slushie Stolkholm syndrome.”

“Got it,” Santana said, laughing as she stood up and walked to the table to continue setting up. “Now, speaking of Quinn…I think it’s time to step up your seduction skills, Berry,” Santana said.

“I concur. It’s time, as they say, to ramp it up,” Rachel said.

“Think you got it in you?” Santana said, as she stretched and leaned back against the wall of her house.

Rachel smirked as she sauntered up to Santana and placed her hands on either side of Santana’s shoulders. Slowly, she leaned in to whisper in the Latina’s ear.

“Do you want to know what I’m wearing under this, Santana?”

Santana's eyes widened and she nodded, looking down at Rachel’s cutoff jean shorts and white tank top.

“The smallest bikini you’ve ever seen,” Rachel said, letting her tongue lightly flick against Santana’s earlobe. “It barely covers me.”

Santana shuddered as she lightly pushed Rachel backwards.

“Jesus Christ, Berry, you’re going to kill me.”

“Just proving a point,” Rachel said with a shrug.

“I get it. You can ramp it up. I need Brittany to get here now.”

“Feeling a little hot under the collar?” Rachel asked, pushing her pelvis into Santana’s before stepping back.

“You’re an evil little elf, you know that? A really surprisingly sexy, completely evil little elf.”

“So they say.”

…

Quinn and Brittany arrived together a few minutes later. Unsurprisingly, Santana whisked Brittany upstairs immediately.

“Figures,” Quinn said as she watched them leave.

“I think Santana was a little worked up,” Rachel replied as she led them both outside to the pool.

“She’s always worked up,” Quinn said.

“Well, I might have had something to do with it,” Rachel admitted as she unbuttoned her jean shorts slowly and slid them down her thighs before turning around to place them on her chair.

“I bet you did,” Quinn whispered as the bright red bikini bottom was revealed, inch by inch.

“What was that?” Rachel asked as she turned around and raised her tank top above her head.

Quinn stood there for a moment, speechless, as she stared. Rachel’s bikini bottom began almost three inches below her belly button. Her hipbones were jutting out, her abs were flexing, and her breasts were barely covered.

Quinn felt her mouth water.

“Quinn?” Rachel said, smirking as she took a step closer. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Quinn said, moving backwards and attempting to take her own shirt off too quickly. She wound up getting it stuck around her head and nearly fell in the process. Rachel caught her hips and held her tightly.

“You need to be more careful,” Rachel said, gripping onto the blonde.

“Clearly,” Quinn said, her voice muffled by the fabric of her shirt. “But, unfortunately, I’m actually stuck.”

"Let me help,” Rachel said, her voice thick. As long as Quinn couldn’t see her, she was going to take a moment to admire the view.

Quinn’s stomach was flat and as white as porcelain. Rachel watched Quinn’s chest- which was barely covered by a deep green bikini top - rise and fall, her breath beginning to come faster and faster.

Slowly, Rachel moved her hands from Quinn’s hips and skimmed them across her stomach. She heard Quinn take a quick breath as she continued to run her palms up the blonde’s sides, her thumbs coming out to skim just along the sides of her breasts. When she saw Quinn’s nipples begin to harden, she grasped the material of the blonde’s t-shirt and lifted it gently over her head.

For a moment, they simply stared at each other before Rachel stepped back with what she characterized as an inhuman amount of will power. She had no doubt that if she kissed Quinn right now, the blonde would kiss her back. Unfortunately, she was also pretty sure that Quinn would have a complete panic attack.

She needed to ramp it up, not completely fry the girl. If she wanted something real out of this, she needed to back off. Or at least, she needed to talk to Santana to find out how much was too much.

“Right,” Rachel said, clearing her throat. “Well. Would you like to accompany me to the lounge chairs? I have an urge to lay in the sun and do nothing else for at least an hour.”

Quinn had to chuckle at Rachel’s characteristic verbosity and nodded, doing her best to keep her breathing under control. Slowly, she made her way to the lounge chairs. She took off her flip flops, pulled her shorts off, and settled down.

When she didn’t feel movement next to her, Quinn glanced up. Rachel was standing in the shade staring at her, fidgeting slightly.

“I thought you wanted to lay in the sun,” Quinn asked, trying to ignore the fact that Rachel was devouring her with her eyes.

“I do,” Rachel said. “I just have to wait for Santana.”

Quinn laughed. “I know you two have gotten close lately, but I think you’re capable of laying down without her.”

“It’s not that,” Rachel said, chuckling. “I just need her to put suntan lotion on my back. I burn really easily and it’s the one spot I couldn’t reach this morning.”

“Oh,” Quinn said, her heart beginning to thud a little harder. She knew she shouldn’t offer, not if she wanted to remain sane. But it would be ridiculous for Rachel to just stand there. Especially when Santana was with Brittany. It could take ages.

“Just come lay down,” Quinn said, sighing. “I’ll do it.”

“Are…you sure?” Rachel asked hesitantly.

“Do you want me to change my mind?” Quinn asked, her eyebrow raised.

“Definitely not,” Rachel said as she made her way over. She honestly hadn’t been planning on asking this of Quinn. She’d thought it might be a bit too much, but she certainly wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity to have the blonde’s hands on her. She actually shivered as she lowered herself onto the chair.

“Thank you Quinn,” Rachel said, her voice cracking slightly. “The lotion is on the grass right next to me.”

Quinn got up and walked around Rachel’s chair to get the lotion, then squirted a generous amount into her hands. She thought about warming it up, but smirked and touched her hands directly to Rachel’s shoulders.

Honestly, Quinn had thought the chill of the cream would serve as retaliation for the display that she’d endured a moment ago, but when Rachel gasped and tensed as the cold lotion hit her skin, Quinn realized that she’d only made it worse for herself. That sound coming out of Rachel’s mouth, that gasp for air, hit Quinn in the stomach like a sack full of bricks. She swallowed deeply and began slowly massaging the lotion in to Rachel’s back.

“I’m just,” Quinn said, clearing her throat. “I’m just going to untie your top so I don’t miss anything.”

That was normal, right? Santana did that with Brittany. Okay, that might not be the best example.

“That’s fine, Quinn,” Rachel said, breathily as she felt Quinn expose her back completely, sighing when the blonde’s hands worked their way down her spine and across her lower back.

Rachel was going to have to get into the pool fairly soon. She was officially a little too wet for it to be unnoticeable through a dry bikini bottom.

Quinn was slowly going insane. At this point, there was no denying it. Not really. The feel of Rachel’s muscles beneath her hands, the warm, silky skin. She closed her eyes and swallowed, trying desperately to fight against the urge to grip harder. She was unable, though, to keep her hands from venturing just slightly out of bounds.

Rachel moaned lightly when she felt Quinn’s hands work up her sides, grazing the sides of her breasts as rubbed in the lotion. Instantly, Rachel’s nipples hardened and her eyes shot open. She desperately wanted to turn over, to place Quinn’s hands fully on her breasts. But she couldn’t. Not yet.

“Quinn,” Rachel whispered, her breath catching in her throat.

“What,” Quinn replied, her voice dangerously low.

“Wow, you two move quickly, I see,” Santana said as she opened the screen door.

“Please,” Quinn said, flushing as she stood up abruptly. “I was just putting lotion on her back since you deserted your guests to go play house with Brittany.”

“First of all, Q, I promise that’s not what we were playing,” Santana said with a wink. “Second of all, you might want to re-tie Berry’s bathing suit if you don’t want her parading around here topless. Unless, of course, that’s exactly what you want.”

Quinn actually hesitated a moment before she moved back to Rachel and tied the suit.

…

A few hours later, while Quinn was in the bathroom, Santana, Brittany and Rachel all decided to go for a swim.

“It’s working,” Rachel said, “but it’s working too slowly. I can tell she wants to do something, but I’m hesitant to make the move for her. I don’t want to scare her away.”

“Yeah, and that’s exactly what would happen too,” Santana said. “She’d run faster than a whore from church.”

Brittany giggled. “Aw, Rach, Q’s being silly. You’re totally hot. If it wouldn’t make S a sad ducky, I’d totally do it with you.”

“That’s actually a brilliant idea, Brit,” Santana exclaimed, jumping up and down in the water.

“You want me to have sex with Rachel?” Brittany said, laughing at the blush rising on Rachel’s chest. “Okay.”

“No, I…That’s not what I’m saying. We need to give Q a push in the right, read: gay, direction. We need to make her jealous. Really, really jealous.”

“Why do I have a feeling that you’re about to push her dangerously hard?” Rachel asked.

“Well, if the little steps aren’t working, then we need to take a big one. Just trust me, I know Quinn. And she’s walking down the stairs now, so just follow my lead.”

Rachel sighed and Brittany nodded excitedly.

“Hey, Q, come get in the water. It’s really nice,” Santana said.

Quinn shrugged and climbed in. She definitely needed to cool off anyway.

“So what did I miss when I was in the bathroom?” Quinn said, as she made her way to the center of the pool.

“Nothing much,” Santana said. “Rachel was just telling us about one of her exploits.”

“Oh?” Quinn said, ignoring the bubble of jealousy rising. “Well, don’t let me stop you.”

“Right,” Rachel said, doing a little mental jig when she saw something flash in Quinn’s eyes. “Well, as I was saying, it was actually a situation very similar to the one we’re in now. It was the beginning of summer, and we were in her pool. Luckily, her parents were away for the week.”

“What did she look like, Rach?” Brittany asked, leaning against the wall of the pool.

“She was tall. Well, taller than me, though I suppose that doesn’t take much. She had long blonde hair and light green eyes. She was a soccer player, so her body was fantastic.”

“Go on,” Santana said, watching Quinn from the corner of her eye. It took all of her willpower not to laugh. The blonde looked like she was going to bust a vein.

“Well, I was honestly just there to swim, to have some fun. I had no idea she was interested in me until she wrapped her arms around me from behind and started kissing my neck.”

“Like this?” Brittany, and moved behind Rachel, took her in her arms, and ghosted her lips down the brunette’s neck.

“Just like that,” Rachel breathed, leaning back into the blonde after a moment’s hesitation. She glanced at Santana for confirmation and received a barely perceptible nod.

Quinn looked on at the scene in front of her, wide-eyed. She was considering trying to drown Brittany. She was actually shocked that Santana hadn’t tried to do the same to Rachel.

“Then what,” Santana said.

“Then she backed me up against the wall of the pool.”

“Like this?” Santana said, moving between Brittany and Rachel to back the brunette up, trapping her against the wall with her body and resting her hands on the diva’s hips.

“Yes,” Rachel said, moving closer to whisper into Santana’s ear. “If this is payback for before, consider the tab settled.”

Santana smirked and moved her hands up Rachel’s sides. “Then what?”

Rachel glanced at Quinn for a moment. Her face was red and her eyes were narrowed.

Honestly, Rachel wasn’t sure this was the best tactic, but Santana knew Quinn better than anybody else. If she thought this was going to work, then Rachel was going to commit to it one hundred percent.

“Then she kissed my neck again, cupped my breasts, and lifted me to wrap my legs around her waist.”

Rachel’s eyes closed as Santana’s lips descended to her neck, her hands creeping up slowly towards her breasts. She was actually about to stop Santana when…

“Enough!” Quinn said, grabbing Rachel and pulling her away. “That is just enough. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m just telling a story,” Rachel said, her eyes wide and her pupils blown.

“No, you weren’t. You were about to have sex with my best friends right in front of me.”

“I don’t think it would have gone that far,” Rachel said. And it was true. She wanted Quinn. “Besides, Quinn, why do you care?”

“Why do I care?” Quinn repeated, fuming. “You were going to have sex with her in front of me. In front of me. Do you know how awkward that is?!”

“Is that really why?” Rachel said, moving slightly closer, glancing over Quinn’s shoulder at Santana who was giving her the thumbs up, urging her to push. “Or is it because you wanted to join?”

“Of course, I don’t want to join! I don’t want to get anywhere near Santana and Brittany when they’re having sex. Trust me, it’s not like I haven’t had the opportunity.”

“Oh, as if,” Santana muttered.

“But what about me?” Rachel asked, stepping closer to Quinn. “Do you want to be near me?”

“Rachel, don’t.” Quinn said, backing up. Her head was growing increasingly fuzzy and she couldn’t get a handle on her heartbeat. All she knew is that if this went any further, there’d be no going back. She wouldn’t be able to ignore it anymore.

“Don’t what?” Rachel pushed, moving forward until she had backed Quinn against the wall. “Tell me.”

Quinn glared at Rachel, watching her chest rise and fall, and looked into her almost black eyes. She felt the desire bubbling out of her and hefore she knew it, she had reversed their positions and had Rachel pressed up against the wall.

“Quinn,” Rachel whispered, lifting her hands to the blonde’s hips and gripping desperately. “Tell me.”

“Fuck it,” Quinn said, her resolve snapping as she fisted her fingers in Rachel’s hair and pulled their mouths together. She felt her stomach tighten desperately as Rachel kissed back, hissing when she felt fingernails raking down her back. She took Rachel’s bottom lip in her mouth, sucking on it before sliding her tongue into the brunette’s mouth.

Then she heard Santana laughing. And Brittany clapping. And the reality of the situation crashed down on her.

She pulled back from Rachel as if she’d been scalded, holding her hand to her mouth.

“I have to go,” she said, and climbed out of the pool, threw her clothes on, and left without another word.

Rachel moved to go after her, but Santana stopped her.

“Wait it out,” Santana said, and Rachel hesitantly nodded.

“Well,” Brittany said. “At least we know Quinn is going to wind up buying a juicer.”

“What do you mean, B?” Santana asked, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“You know, to press her lemons.”

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