Fic: let me love you
Title: let me love you
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Betas: Lindsay (rowofstars)
Rating: R (sex, language)
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 833
Characters/Pairings: Quinn, Blaine (Quinn/Blaine)
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: He wants to help her find who she is, and show her that she deserves to be loved.
A/N: Written for Day 2 of Quaine week, "falling in love".
His fingers fist in her hair as he moves inside of her, tugging slightly like he knows she likes, and he groans a little when she tightens around him.
Her head tips back, and his mouth finds her neck, nipping sharply at her skin, relishing her moan before he soothes the spot with his tongue.
She pulls her legs up higher, her knees pressing into his ribs, and whispers his name, urging him on.
"So - so close," she breathes, her fingers digging into his back.
He pushes up to brace on his hands, jerking his hips a little harder, pushing deeper into her. Her head tips back even more, short pink hair contrasting vibrantly with the light blue sheets, and she drags her nails down his arms, hissing out, "Yes, oh God, yes."
He's close too, desperate to make her come before he does, and then she's pulsing around him with a loud cry, gasping his name.
His arms give out a heartbeat later, and he slumps on top of her, groaning into her neck.
It slips out before he can stop it, whispered against her skin: "I love you."
She tenses underneath him, and he pushes up slightly to look at her.
She stares at him, her eyes hard and glittering. "What?"
"Shit," he breathes, closing his eyes and giving a brief shake of his head.
"What did you just say?"
He takes a breath, and opens his eyes, raising his eyebrows a little. "I love you, Quinn."
She stares at him a moment longer, and then shakes her head. "No."
"Quinn -"
"No!"
She shoves him off of her, and climbs off the bed, bending to snatch her panties up off the floor.
"You don't love me," she says harshly as she pulls them on.
He sits up to watch her, and shakes his head. "Yes, I do."
She winces, closing her eyes, and then grabs her bra. "God damn it, Blaine. Why are you trying to fuck this up? This is just - it's just supposed to be sex, not feelings!"
She stands there in her bra and panties, hands on her hips and an incredulous look on her face, and he slides off the bed to stand in front of her, reaching for her.
"I'm not trying to fuck anything up -"
"Don't!" she snaps, shrugging his hands off and turning away to find her skirt and top.
"Quinn, please, just let me -"
"No, there's nothing to say." She yanks her shirt down over her head, and her eyes are still hard when she looks at him again, but there's something else there. "You don't love me, Blaine Anderson. Nobody does."
Her eyes shine as she backs away from him, and when he takes a step towards her, she holds up her hand. "Don't you dare come after me."
The quiver in her voice breaks his heart, but he obeys, and watches as she storms from his bedroom, the untied laces of her boots flapping around her feet.
He doesn't see her for a week, and she won't answer his calls. He's worried about her, but he doesn't know what to do if she won't let him talk to her.
He hadn't meant to say it so bluntly, but his feelings had suddenly overwhelmed him, and it just came out.
They've been sleeping together for weeks now. It had started out as just a bit of fun; she was the school's 'bad girl', and it had seemed dangerous and thrilling, something he wasn't supposed to want, which made him want it more.
While she's been careful to not let him see the real her, there were moments where it still shone through, and the more little moments he saw, the more he wanted to know her, the real her.
She's so broken, lost inside of herself, and he wants to fix her. He wants to help her find who she is, and show her that she deserves to be loved.
And he wants to be the one to love her.
He's in the library a week after she storms from his bedroom, trying to make sense of his math book, when someone comes to a stop beside his table.
He looks up, and his eyes widen slightly when he sees that it's her. Her hair is blonde, her makeup light, and she's wearing a white dress. He's always thought she was beautiful, but seeing her like this makes his breath catch.
Her mouth twists as she bites gently on her bottom lip, and after a moment, she moves to sit down in the seat across from him.
She pushes her hair behind her ears, and raises her gaze to his. She hesitates, and then takes a breath.
"Do - do you really love me?"
He nods immediately, keeping his eyes locked with hers as he lays his pencil down. "Yes."
Her lips twitch in the faintest of smiles, and then she takes another breath.
"I think I love you too."
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Betas: Lindsay (rowofstars)
Rating: R (sex, language)
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 833
Characters/Pairings: Quinn, Blaine (Quinn/Blaine)
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: He wants to help her find who she is, and show her that she deserves to be loved.
A/N: Written for Day 2 of Quaine week, "falling in love".
His fingers fist in her hair as he moves inside of her, tugging slightly like he knows she likes, and he groans a little when she tightens around him.
Her head tips back, and his mouth finds her neck, nipping sharply at her skin, relishing her moan before he soothes the spot with his tongue.
She pulls her legs up higher, her knees pressing into his ribs, and whispers his name, urging him on.
"So - so close," she breathes, her fingers digging into his back.
He pushes up to brace on his hands, jerking his hips a little harder, pushing deeper into her. Her head tips back even more, short pink hair contrasting vibrantly with the light blue sheets, and she drags her nails down his arms, hissing out, "Yes, oh God, yes."
He's close too, desperate to make her come before he does, and then she's pulsing around him with a loud cry, gasping his name.
His arms give out a heartbeat later, and he slumps on top of her, groaning into her neck.
It slips out before he can stop it, whispered against her skin: "I love you."
She tenses underneath him, and he pushes up slightly to look at her.
She stares at him, her eyes hard and glittering. "What?"
"Shit," he breathes, closing his eyes and giving a brief shake of his head.
"What did you just say?"
He takes a breath, and opens his eyes, raising his eyebrows a little. "I love you, Quinn."
She stares at him a moment longer, and then shakes her head. "No."
"Quinn -"
"No!"
She shoves him off of her, and climbs off the bed, bending to snatch her panties up off the floor.
"You don't love me," she says harshly as she pulls them on.
He sits up to watch her, and shakes his head. "Yes, I do."
She winces, closing her eyes, and then grabs her bra. "God damn it, Blaine. Why are you trying to fuck this up? This is just - it's just supposed to be sex, not feelings!"
She stands there in her bra and panties, hands on her hips and an incredulous look on her face, and he slides off the bed to stand in front of her, reaching for her.
"I'm not trying to fuck anything up -"
"Don't!" she snaps, shrugging his hands off and turning away to find her skirt and top.
"Quinn, please, just let me -"
"No, there's nothing to say." She yanks her shirt down over her head, and her eyes are still hard when she looks at him again, but there's something else there. "You don't love me, Blaine Anderson. Nobody does."
Her eyes shine as she backs away from him, and when he takes a step towards her, she holds up her hand. "Don't you dare come after me."
The quiver in her voice breaks his heart, but he obeys, and watches as she storms from his bedroom, the untied laces of her boots flapping around her feet.
He doesn't see her for a week, and she won't answer his calls. He's worried about her, but he doesn't know what to do if she won't let him talk to her.
He hadn't meant to say it so bluntly, but his feelings had suddenly overwhelmed him, and it just came out.
They've been sleeping together for weeks now. It had started out as just a bit of fun; she was the school's 'bad girl', and it had seemed dangerous and thrilling, something he wasn't supposed to want, which made him want it more.
While she's been careful to not let him see the real her, there were moments where it still shone through, and the more little moments he saw, the more he wanted to know her, the real her.
She's so broken, lost inside of herself, and he wants to fix her. He wants to help her find who she is, and show her that she deserves to be loved.
And he wants to be the one to love her.
He's in the library a week after she storms from his bedroom, trying to make sense of his math book, when someone comes to a stop beside his table.
He looks up, and his eyes widen slightly when he sees that it's her. Her hair is blonde, her makeup light, and she's wearing a white dress. He's always thought she was beautiful, but seeing her like this makes his breath catch.
Her mouth twists as she bites gently on her bottom lip, and after a moment, she moves to sit down in the seat across from him.
She pushes her hair behind her ears, and raises her gaze to his. She hesitates, and then takes a breath.
"Do - do you really love me?"
He nods immediately, keeping his eyes locked with hers as he lays his pencil down. "Yes."
Her lips twitch in the faintest of smiles, and then she takes another breath.
"I think I love you too."