Glee - Spring Break - Chapter 2
Spring Break
Author: Steppenwolf_20
Fandom: Glee, set in first year of college, possible minor spoilers for season 4
Setting: It’s freshman year at college for Rachel and Santana, in New York, and Quinn, at Yale. Brittany is still in Lima.
Pairing: Faberry, Brittana, Faberrittana, past Rachel/Finn,
Wordcount: 3585
Rating: NC-17,
Warnings from chapter 1 still aplly!
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Summary: Quinn has two secrets. The first one is that she is in love with Rachel since the beginning of high school. And her second secret is the reason she never did anything about it. Besides her family Santana and Brittany are the only people who know about this secret. At least that's what Quinn thinks. Spring Break is around the corner and Kurt left for Lima.
Quinn is born with a G!P but is ashamed and wants to get rid of it. With a dangerous surgery already planned Santana forges a plan with Brittany to help convince Quinn otherwise.
Authors note: sorry for the rather lame title, but since there is not much plot in this story finding a better one that was G-rated was a little complicated. So, yeah deal with it :D
Thanks to: Thanks to my incredible beta LaurenKnight13, who's being a great help with this.
“If I told you San, Quinn and I were going to have lots of sex now and you could join if you wanted; what would you do? Would you join us or would you run?” Brittany asked watching her expectantly.
Quinn groaned, closing her eyes to think about something else, anything else besides the images of the four of them together.
Rachel took a deep breath and thought about the idea for a moment; pictures of the four of them doing … stuff, popping up in her head. Would she join them? She already knew that Quinn, Santana and Britt did in fact sleep together, and it didn’t seem to have hurt their friendship at all; which was something she definitely didn’t want. She wanted to stay friends with all of them. Loosing even one of them was not an option.
She also knew that she really wanted to fuck Quinn. The fact that both Brittany and Santana were really hot didn’t hurt either. And obviously Santana and Brittany knew about Quinn’s condition, so this was possibly her best chance. A fresh wave of arousal hit her, ruining her panties at the prospect that this wasn’t a totally rhetorical question.
“I would join.” She said confidently.
Quinn had just managed to calm herself down when Rachel spoke; sending her mind straight back to the gutter. She felt her friend twitch again, more adamant this time.
Santana licked her suddenly dry lips. This had the potential of becoming an epic night. None of them spoke for a minute, all lost in their own thoughts. Even Santana held back her comment; she could be patient.
Rachel had avoided looking at Quinn for a while and when she glanced at her now she noticed the slight bulge in her lap. If she didn’t know what Quinn was hiding there she would never have realized. ‘Well look at that… seems like I’m not the only one interested. We need to do something about that, it looks quite uncomfortable.’
“Quinn your turn, truth or dare?”
Quinn was pretty sure that anything a dare would entail would mean that she would have to get up, and that seemed like a pretty bad idea at the moment. It was hard enough to hide the constantly growing bulge in her lap as it was.
“Truth.”
Sure, Quinn told her this morning that she wasn’t seeing anyone, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have sex. On the other hand Rachel was pretty sure that Quinn wasn’t comfortable enough with her body to just hook up with someone random. So, this was her chance to learn at least something about Quinn’s love- or rather sex-life.
“When was the last time you had sex and with whom?”
“Uhm … about ten months ago with … Britt and San.” Quinn braced herself. She knew what was about to happen. And surely enough Santana erupted, jumping up from her seat and closing in on her.
“Are you kidding me? You haven’t had sex since then? You mean to tell me… that you only had sex once?”
Rachel’s eyes went wide, but she could kind of see it. Quinn was a pretty private person. She didn’t trust others easily. And with her condition, Rachel understood how Quinn would shy away from intimacy with other people.
But Quinn sure didn’t shy away from Santana. They had been friends for a long time now.
“You know why, San. It’s not that easy. And technically it was more than once.”
“You could have come to us, Quinn.” Brittany said quietly. “We’re your friends. We would have helped you out.”
At once the atmosphere in the room changed; all the pent up anger left Quinn and Santana and they both settled down again.
“I know Britt. I know and it’s really sweet of you, but it’s not what I wanted.”
Rachel gulped at the sudden vulnerability in Quinn’s voice and she had to fight back tears. And in that moment she became aware that she didn’t just want to fuck Quinn. No, she wanted to make love to her. It was the first time she really thought about how much of a burden this had to be for Quinn. And she desperately wanted to help Quinn deal with it, and not just in a physical sense.
Brittany smiled at Quinn wistfully. “Your turn Q.”
Quinn was really thirsty but her cup and the two bottles of wine were empty. She still couldn’t get up without revealing her problem.
“Santana, truth or dare?”
“Duh, dare of course.” Santana smirked at Quinn challengingly.
“I dare you to go to the kitchen and get me a soda.” Quinn was still a little drunk and she was sure that more wine was a bad idea if she wanted even the slightest chance to stay in control.
Santana huffed. “Party pooper.” But she got up and went to the kitchen without further complaining.
As soon as she was back and everyone had filled their cups with their respective drinks she fired her next question at Rachel.
“Berry, truth or dare.”
Rachel thought for a moment. If she wanted anything to happen, she needed to take a risk sometime tonight. She looked Santana dead in the eyes and said “dare” without blinking once.
Santana grinned at her devilishly and Rachel pondered if she had maybe bitten off more than she could chew when Santana suddenly got up and left for her room. Before Rachel could wonder what this was about she returned carrying a nine inch dildo.
“I dare you to demonstrate on this… how to give a proper blow job.”
Rachel’s eyes went wide. Sure, she had given the occasional blow job, but none of the guys she had been with had been this big. They had all been more on the average side. But then her resolve settled in. She was Rachel Barbara Berry; she never shied away from a challenge. And she was sure if she did this right, Quinn might lose some of her doubts. So she grinned wickedly at Santana.
“Sure. No problem.”
She got up and went over to Santana but instead of taking the fake cock out of her hands she pulled Santana to her feet. She positioned the dildo in front of Santana’s lap as if it were her dick, making her hold it in place.
“I trust you that this thing is clean.” Rachel murmured before sinking down to her knees in front of Santana who could only grin at the sight before her. She really hadn’t thought that Berry had it in her.
Without further ado Rachel went to work, gripping the fake cock near its base, stroking up and down a few times before she started kissing and nibbling at the head. She licked the length of it, coating it in her saliva before finally taking it into her mouth. Inch by inch she took it in until her lips where finally touching Santana’s hand, which had a death grip around the fake cock by then.
“Deep throating? That’s really impressive Berry.” There was a slight strain in her voice that made Rachel giddy. She had managed to turn Santana on. So surely Quinn would be turned on too.
Rachel let the dildo pop out of her mouth again, toying around it with her tongue. Inch by inch she caressed the fake cock with her tongue and her lips until she met Santana’s hand again. An idea hit her and before she could think too much about it she started nibbling and sucking on Santana’s fingers.
Santana couldn’t believe her luck; Rachel was playing this as if she were in on their plan all along. She didn’t expect for Rachel to act out this blow job thing, but seeing her getting down onto her knees in front of her and sucking her fake cock really turned her on. And Santana was pretty sure that Quinn was equally turned on by now. This was way easier than she anticipated.
But when Rachel started toying with her fingers she couldn’t take it anymore. She buried her free hand in Rachel’s hair and pulled her up into a standing position. They stared into each other’s eyes, both breathing heavily.
“God, Berry. I kinda wish this was my cock for real.”
“Finally something we agree on.”
Quinn whimpered silently. There was no way anyone could miss the bulge in her lap now. She considered vanishing to the bathroom to relieve herself, when Rachel spoke again.
“Santana, truth or dare.”
Santana and Rachel were still standing, just inches apart, staring into each other’s eyes.
“Dare.”
“I dare you to kiss…”
But before Rachel could even finish Santana’s lips were latching onto hers. Their bodies crashed together and they moaned into each other’s mouths.
Quinn threw a glance at Brittany, fully expecting her to enjoy the scene playing out in front of them, but instead she found her staring intently at the bulge in her lap that became more prominent with every second. Quinn’s mouth went dry when she recognized the hunger in Brittany’s gaze. She needed to go to the bathroom right now, before Rachel became aware of her condition. It wouldn’t even take long, she was sure she would explode as soon as she touched herself. Although she couldn’t be sure that Brittany wouldn’t follow her, she had hoped that she would be too distracted by Rachel and Santana.
‘Well, better Britt than Rachel,’ she thought, about to get up as long as Rachel was busy with Santana. But Rachel chose that exact moment to break off the kiss and turn around, so she decided to stay put for the moment.
“Truth or dare Rachel?” Santana asked with a smirk.
And without missing a beat Rachel answered. “Dare.”
“I dare you to give Quinn a lap dance.” ‘That’s right, time to raise the stakes here.’
“Santana!” Quinn nearly yelled. How could she? She had to know that Rachel would realize as soon as she came near her. “No! No fucking way! Not gonna happen.”
Rachel knew instantly, that this was it. This was the moment that would set the course for everything else; the rest of the evening, their friendship and their future. And she was not about to chicken out now.
“Shush! Quinn, can I talk to you in private for a minute?” Rachel inquired, keeping her gaze locked onto Quinn’s eyes.
Quinn was about to totally freak out. Rachel had to have noticed the hard on she was sporting by now. And yet she seemed to be totally oblivious and not horrified at all. So she nodded, relieved when Rachel took the front, leading her towards the bathroom. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Brittany straddling Santana and kissing her forcefully.
Rachel let Quinn enter first and locked the door behind them. Quinn kept her back to her under the pretense of examining the room. That was a really nice shower curtain. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt Rachel press against her back, her hands encircling her waist.
“Quinn?” Rachel’s voice was low and full of sympathy.
“Yes.” Quinn answered with a strained voice, her hands balling into fists at her sides.
“Stop worrying. I know. I’ve known for a long time.”
Quinn froze. What? How? When? How? A lot of questions were swirling through her head at once, but she couldn’t voice any of them. Rachel seemed to feel her distress and continued to whisper into her ear.
“It doesn’t change a thing. You’re still my best friend; you’re still the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met and I still want you just as badly.”
Quinn shuddered, taking a deep breath. “How do you…”
“We can talk later. Let me take care of you now.”
Rachel, still standing behind Quinn, let her hands wander south. She opened the button and the zipper of Quinn’s pants and pushed it, together with her boxers down enough to free the fully erect cock.
Quinn couldn’t move. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening and that Rachel of all people was okay with this. Rachel’s right hand disappeared for a moment and when she finally gripped her cock Quinn took a shuddering breath; the hand was slick.
“Do you feel that, baby? That’s how wet I already am for you.
“Please, Rachel.” Quinn groaned, pushing her hips forward into Rachel’s hand desperately.
Rachel started pumping Quinn’s cock with one hand, while her other snuck under Quinn’s shirt to massage one of her breasts through her bra.
“Oh shit! This will be quick.” Quinn groaned letting her head fall backwards onto Rachel’s shoulder.
“It’s okay, baby. Just come for me now.”
And with just two more pumps Quinn was erupting into the shower with a loud moan.
“Oh God, this is so embarrassing. I’m worse than Finn.” Quinn whispered, her face blushing a deep red.
Finally Rachel turned her around and looked her dead in the eye. “Now, that’s nonsense. We did tease you for quite a while in there and you didn’t have sex for almost a year. I’d say you displayed a lot of self-control. If I had a dick I would have had a boner hours ago.”
Quinn took a deep breath. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome. Now, there is a lap dance I have to give you and I fully plan on driving Santana and Brittany totally nuts. So, what do you say? You okay with me fucking you properly out there?”
“God yes, but … I don’t have any condoms.”
“That’s not a problem. I’m on birth control and since you only slept with San and Britt I know you don’t have any STDs. I’m clean, too. I only practiced safe sex with my … affairs and I had a check-up last week. Are you ok with this?”
Quinn nodded. “Of course; I trust you.”
Rachel beamed at her. “Let’s get cleaned up a bit and then it’s show time. They won’t know what hit them.”
Quinn snickered at that. “They are probably fucking by now anyway.”
Quinn was about to leave the bathroom when Rachel pulled her back by the wrist.
“Wait.”
“What is it Rachel?”
“I want to do this first.” And with that Rachel brought their lips together for a kiss. It didn’t last long and there wasn’t even any tongue, but it left both of them breathless.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” Rachel whispered her head resting on Quinn’s shoulder.
A knock at the door interrupted the moment.
“Hey! Time’s up. Pay up Berry.”
“You ready?” Rachel whispered. And when Quinn nodded she opened the door and they returned to the living room.
Despite their suspicions, Santana and Brittany were in fact sitting in their respective seats looking at them expectantly. Their clothes only looking slightly disheveled.
While Quinn sat down Rachel turned to the stereo, where her iPod was still docked. She skipped through some songs until she found what she was looking for. She set the song to repeat and stepped over to Quinn.
Soon the first beats of “Etienne” were filling the air and Rachel started moving to the song, in front of Quinn.
Rachel thought that this might be awkward. Never before had she really stripped for anyone and there certainly had never been an audience. Instead she found that it excited her and the power she had over the others aroused her further. Quinn couldn’t look away from her and when she twirled she found that Brittany and Santana weren’t doing any better. She stripped down until she was only in her skirt and bra. When she shed her panties, bending down forward in the process and allowing Santana and Brittany to stare at her bare behind, she heard Brittany wolf-whistle at her while Santana only muttered “shit” under her breath. But Rachel wasn’t overly concerned with them; she only wondered how long it would take for them to join in.
After losing her panties she straddled Quinn, who hissed in delight when she came in contact with her hardening dick through her pants. Rachel pushed her chest out, wiggling her bra-clad breasts in front of Quinn.
“Wanna take it off?” she asked, as if it were even a question.
Quinn groaned but with two quick moves she got rid of the flimsy bra while sporting a smug smirk she tossed it towards Santana.
Rachel was still gyrating to the music, pushing herself into Quinn and rotating her hips against the now fully erect cock, which was straining dangerously against her pants. Again she wiggled her breasts in front of Quinn’s face. She buried one hand in the golden tresses and pushed Quinn’s head towards her chest.
“Suck them, baby.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. As soon as the words left her mouth Quinn was already latching onto her right breast; kissing, licking and sucking every inch of skin she could reach. Rachel moaned loudly, letting her head fall back in pleasure, Quinn’s arms encircling her waist at once to prevent her from falling backwards.
“Oh God, Quinn. Yesss!” she hissed, her hips moving more erratically now. If Quinn kept that up she would come soon. It took all her willpower to stop herself from moving, but she managed to sit back a bit and bring her hands down to Quinn’s lap. Quickly she opened the pants and managed to free the fully erect cock without looking down. Then she pushed herself against it, coating it successfully in her own juices in the process.
“You ready?” she whispered.
Quinn stopped caressing her breast and locked eyes with her instead. “Yes!” She hissed. “I want you to ride my cock, Rae.”
“Ay dios mio; they’re really gonna fuck Britt.”
Rachel lifted herself up a bit and guided Quinn’s cock to her entrance. With their eyes still locked she lowered herself onto it until Quinn was buried in her all the way. They both moaned simultaneously, the feeling of being this close overwhelming them for a moment.
Rachel took a moment to adjust to the feeling of being filled. ‘Oh. My. God. I’m really riding Quinn fucking Fabray I’m riding Quinn’s cock.’ The thought alone almost sent her over the edge. She brought their lips together for another kiss. And while their first kiss, only minutes ago, had been tame and almost innocent, if one forgot about the circumstances leading there, this one heated up quickly. With a moan Rachel pushed her tongue into Quinn’s mouth who welcomed her eagerly. With the kiss heating up Rachel started moving her hips again. She started out slow, but soon her movements picked up speed. She could feel the heat coiling in her lower abdomen and she knew she wouldn’t last long.
“Fuck! Quinn, you feel so good inside me, baby.”
Her movements became more desperate and she let her head fall backwards, only to be greeted by a soft body standing behind her; skilled hands covering her breasts from behind, toying with her painfully erect nipples. At the same moment another mouth covered hers, kissing her deeply.
It took a moment for her to realize that Santana and Brittany had finally decided to join them and while Santana was toying with her breasts, supporting her from behind in the process, Brittany was alternating between kissing her and Quinn.
Rachel’s movements became desperate now. She couldn’t believe the feeling, it was sensatory overload. “Ohhhhh fuck!” she moaned, increasing the speed of her trusts against Quinn again. “I’m so close, baby. Please, make me come.” She was really close and she knew she was gonna come harder than ever before.
“This is soooo hot. If I had known Berry was so much fun we would definitely have done this years ago.” Santana said. “She’s about to explode. Use your thumb Q.”
Quinn was thankful for the pointer because, while she enjoyed this immensely, she was well aware of the fact, that she was by far the least experienced out of them.
She brought her hand down under Rachel’s skirt and let her thumb flicker over her clit. It didn’t take much with Santana still massaging Rachel’s breasts before Quinn felt Rachel’s walls contract around her cock almost painfully.
“Fuck! Quinn!” Rachel came hard, screaming her name at the top of her lungs.
After what seemed to be an eternity Rachel finally collapsed against Quinn, panting heavily. “That was fucking amazing.”
Quinn really wanted to move, to continue to push into Rachel, but she didn’t want to hurt her and she simply didn’t know if she would. It took all her willpower to keep still, only her hand drawing soothing circles on Rachel’s back, whispering to Rachel.
“You are so beautiful Rachel, and so damn sexy… and hot. And you feel soo good wrapped around me.”
Rachel only hummed in response, pressing a sloppy kiss to Quinn’s cheek. She was still recovering from the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced, and her whole body felt like Jell-O.
“Let’s take this party to a more comfortable setting. Come on Berry, you’ll be more comfy on a bed.” Santana helped Rachel get off Quinn and Brittany simply picked her up and carried her to Santana’s bedroom honeymoon style.
“So Quinn, I hope you ate all your spinach. You will need all your strength tonight.” Santana quipped. “Get going Fabray, and get naked. You are way overdressed. I’ll go get us all something to drink.”