Let Me Sing To You Tonight: Wide Awake - Part B
Title: Let Me Sing to You Tonight
Pairing: Rachel Berry&&Quinn Fabray
Rating: T
Part: 6/10
Previous parts: | 1 | 2| 3| 4| 5| 6A
Disclaimer: This is a work of my own mind, and reflects nothing of the included characters I've borrowed from the lucky ass who owns them. In other words, this is for fun, don't sue me!
Author's Note: Here’s the next part! Please leave your thoughts. :)
WARNING: There is a hetero-dubcon scene near the end of this chapter. It's not too graphic but the subject matter may not be for everyone. It is in the italics and should be easy enough to avoid if you so desire.
She turned to what she knew in situations like this. Situations that left her cornered and trapped. Quinn was hurt, and to hell with it all, if she wasn't going to make sure someone else felt what she was feeling.
The next kiss wasn't soft nor chaste, but insistent and angry. Taking it as a good sign that Kirsten had yet to pull away, Quinn pressed herself just a little closer, trapping the other girl between the wall and herself.
Pulling away slightly, the blonde was slightly resentful upon seeing the conflict clear on Kirsten's face. The other barista's eyes roamed frantically over Quinn's face, her hands clenched at her eyes and standing stiffly against the café wall.
The singer knew that the brunette was close to walking away and she made a last ditch effort, kissing Kirsten with everything she had. Initially stunned, the other girl began to feel the effects of the kiss; her eyes slipping shut and the two baristas settling into a rhythm.
Hands began to take bolder liberties, roaming coarsely over curves and sliding roughly against freshly exposed skin.
The next time Kirsten pulled away, her shirt was quickly disposed of. She stood unabashed as burning hazel eyes dragged over the smooth skin now at their disposal. Quinn was soon pressed against the other barista once more, her short nails digging into the brunette's skin as a shaky breath escaped the singer. A well-placed nip at her ear had Quinn's eyes slipping shut and her shirt was slipped off before she had any idea what was happened.
Rachel's sweater was discarded in near record time, the remainder of her outfit soon joining the crumpled article of clothing. Quinn found herself torn between watching the small pile of clothes become taller with each fabric addition or watching as more and more of Rachel's skin become exposed to a predatory gaze. It was a difficult thing to watch, smooth tan skin; skin that Quinn had worshipped; being pulled and tugged at roughly. As he raked his nails across Rachel's back, the blonde let out a soft hiss, wincing as if she could feel the scratches being forged on her own skin.
Taking cues from the other girl, the blonde's fingers trailed roughly along Kirsten's skin. The hesitation was completely gone at this point, the brunette taking more liberties with her hands as time went on. Quinn allowed one hand to snake up the other girl's back, taking hold of the thick locks of brown curls and tugging hard. The soft whimper of pain was one that the pale girl found herself relishing in; one that shuddered through her body.
Rachel whimpered loudly, sending a terrifying chill down Quinn's spine. It wasn't a sound of want or a sound similar to any deriving from the throes of passion. No, Rachel was whimpering in pain as Greg pressed down on top of her. His pants were hooked only on one ankle, the remainder of the article strewn carelessly over the two of them. Grunting, he paused to reach down to fully remove them, retrieving a condom from the back pocket before lobbing them to one side.
Faintly, Quinn realized that she was now the one pressed up against the wall, Kirsten's mouth hot against her neck. As a rough hand palmed her breast, the blonde found herself grateful for the pain the brunette elicited from her. The nails scratching not every so gently along the nape of her neck, two rows of pearly whites nipping unforgivingly at her pulse point; it all served to keep Quinn's blood at a full boil, never once allowing her the chance to calm down and approach the situation rationally.
Rachel's hands were gripping the director's back, as if to keep him from pulling away. Her hands hadn't started out that way; no, Quinn could have lived with that. The aspiring actress had initially kept her hands clenched at her sides, but as the thrusting sped up, the blonde watched on in horror as Rachel embraced the director. Had that not been enough, Quinn could have sworn the brunette's hips were tilting just the slightest bit upwards to meet each of Greg's thrusts. His moans were over-the-top, doing nothing but encouraging the bile to rise up the hidden girl's throat.
When Quinn opened her eyes, she found her self unsurprised to be staring into a pair of teary brown eyes. Kirsten's lips were latched on her neck, had been so for some time now, but Rachel seemed to be unaware of the other girl's presence in its entirety. The actress's eyes never wavered from the blonde's, even when Kirsten unclipped and rid Quinn of her bra. The music had become pounding now, and the singer wasn't surprised that neither had heard Rachel enter, what with the numerous symphonies collaborating to create a certain piece of art. Quinn found the entire situation almost poetic: an earth-shattering piece of work for an earth-shattering moment in a number of people's lives.
Neither girl blinked. Neither girl turned away. It was if they were in a trance.
Rachel hadn't closed her eyes. Quinn took it to serve as some sort of reminder that the brunette truly did not wish to succumb to the director's wishes. She gazed at the eyes in hopes of a tear, an emotion, anything at all that would remind her that she had not just lost the woman she had thought she might be in love with. The blonde flexed and relaxed her legs, her muscles burning with exhaustion. The girl had remained frozen, crouched on the floor throughout the entire event. She could see a layer of sheen on the couple; sweat covering both people on the stage. Her stomach turned with disgust when she noted how the director's muscles rippled under the stage lights as he continued to thrust into Rachel with no intentions of slowing down. Nevertheless, the singer regarded the entire event to be akin to a train crash: it was difficult to watch, a person rendered unable to look away, but at some point it did end. The casualties, the injured; everything would be laid out for the world to see. But it still hurt and the blonde found herself lingering even longer, until the first words of encouragement finally fell from Rachel's lips, and Quinn found herself utterly and desperately lost.
The blonde's eyes flew open, all breath stolen from her lungs as she took in the sight of a broken Rachel Berry standing in front of her. She watched the hurt flash in the actress's eyes and it did nothing but to flare up the anger simmering inside the barista. The anger, the betrayal; it all led Quinn to do exactly what she knew how to do best.
A hand snaked in between Kirsten's thighs, confident and coarse, a loud moan of approval ripping from the throat of the other barista. Quinn's eyes flashed red as the bored into Rachel's tear-stricken face, holding her gaze for just a moment longer before surging forward to capture Kirsten's lips once more.
He finished first. Quinn's body had been quivering for the past few moments, just from the sheer exhausting of crouching low for such a long period of time, but she could still tell that Rachel had been refused the opportunity of a climax. It was almost a relief as she watched the director stand and move towards his previously discarded clothes. The silence was deafening, broken only when Greg pulled roughly at his pants and shooting Rachel a short glance. "You've got the part. My assistant will call you."
The vomit rose up in Quinn's throat and the blonde shoved Kirsten off of her roughly, barely making it to the bathroom in time to empty her stomach's contents. She could hear the barista fumbling with several things in the other room, when the distant click of the front lock was heard. The blonde's mind turned to Rachel and the disgust alone caused her to dry heave several times.
Gagging loudly, Quinn dropped her head against the cool porcelain of the toilet bowl, dragging the back of one hand across her forehead to wipe the sweat beaded along her skin. She kept one hand on her stomach, rubbing softly in hopes of settling her stomach. Kirsten entered in just a few minutes after, brandishing a tall glass of cold water and a large oversized sweatshirt.
"Arms up." She heard Kirsten murmur softly, as the brunette gently pulled the sweatshirt over Quinn. "Now drink some of this."
The blonde barista weakly shook her head, but at the other girl's insistence, a cool glass was placed against her lips. Quinn reached up feebly, tipping the glass just enough to allow a small stream of refreshing water to slide down her throat and calm down her burning insides.
"I feel like I'm on fire, K." She muttered, moving to lean against the wall and allowing her head to loll back.
Kirsten didn't respond verbally, only moving to help Quinn finish the remainder of her water. The silence was a peaceful silence; one that didn't demand such a constant need to be filled.
"I'm sorry, Kirst." The blonde uttered quietly, embarrassment having made a reappearance in the girl's life.
The brunette woman simply nodded her head. "I get that what happened sucked, but I'm not okay with the girl that I saw in there, Q. I like you the way you are: minus most of the crazy."
Another period of quiet occurred until Kirsten finally chose to continue. "I'm sorry about everything with Rachel. I- It was all a joke, you know. No one really thought she was doing anything to worry about."
Quinn shrugged, letting out a huge sigh before struggling to her feet. "I know, K. I think I'm going to head home, if that's okay. I know there's a lot left to clean, but I'll do all the cleaning the next few shifts to make up for bailing, I promise."
"Yeah, yeah. Go home and get some rest. I'm coming over at noon and we're going to discuss this like adults."
Forcing a small smile, Quinn shook her head. "I've got work, Kirsten. I can't."
Winking, the brunette ushered the blonde woman out the door. "I'm going to talk to Jimmy, and I have a suspicious feeling that neither of us will be expected to come in tomorrow."
She paused for just a second, moving forward to give an awkward side hug. "Don't get all sappy on me, but I'm worried, Q. I love you and I've got to make sure you're okay."
Quinn allowed a small genuine smile to grace her features, reaching out to squeeze Kirsten's hand briefly. "Love you too, Kirst. Goodnight."
The sunlight streamed through the window, rousing Quinn from her sleep. Her pillow was a little damp and her throat was raw. It took the blonde a moment to remember exactly what had led to her waking up like this when the events of last night came crashing down on her. Sighing loudly, she moved to drag herself out of bed when Kirsten came storming through the door.
"Rachel was at the café last night!" She exclaimed, a finger pointing dangerously at Quinn's throat. "Are you fucking insane? Just-seriously, FUCK, Q!"
Wide hazel eyes watched the volatile brunette, hesitant to answer in fear of angering the girl even more. Kirsten paced from side to side, hands clenched at her side and her face red as she muttered incoherencies.
Risking life and limb, Quinn reached out for the other girl only to have her hand smacked away. "Don't you dare, Quinn. Don't you fucking dare! I got a message from Rachel this morning. Do you want to know what that message said, Quinn Fabray?" Without waiting for a response, Kirsten continued, eyes wild with rage. "She asked me to take care of you. Now explain to me how she would have any idea what happened last night!"
The blonde opened her mouth only to be interrupted once again, "Oh no! Don't waste your breath, Q. I asked her. I asked her what she meant and then she told me that she came to the café last night. She came over when you were fucking me against the wall. You saw her! You saw her and you shattered her!"
Unable to stay quiet any longer, Quinn flew to her feet and shoved the brunette hard. "What the fuck is wrong with me? You want to know what the fuck, Kirsten? I'll tell you." Advancing towards the other girl, Quinn cornered Kirsten, her voice dangerously low and seeping with anger. "I had to watch her get fucked by her director. I had to stand there and watch as she let someone use her just so she could get ahead. I watched as she fucking cheated. I couldn't tear myself away from the theatre and I wanted her to feel what I felt. I wanted her to see me. I wanted her to hurt like I hurt. Everyone always expects me to be the better person. Everyone always wants me to fucking roll over for everything. I loved her! I fucking loved her, Kirsten and she cheated on me!"
Her body was trembling, tears threatening to spill over and suddenly she was engulfed in a hug. She clung tightly to Kirsten, sobs racking her small frame and apologies streaming from her lips. They stood like that for a few moments, the brunette rubbing her back gently as the tears slowed.
Finally the two pulled away, and Kirsten leant in to press a gentle kiss to the other girl's cheek. "Get back into bed, Q. I'm going to get the door and then we'll all sit down and talk about this."
Quinn trudged towards her bed, freezing suddenly as she realization dawned upon her. "All? Kirsten…?"
Kirsten waltzed out of the room with a shrug, calling out over her shoulder. "So, I called for backup. Sue me."
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