Glee Postsecret Challenge: Part 10
Characters: Quinn, Rachel, and others
Wandering Thoughts in Church
The pew was hard against Quinn’s ass. The pastor was droning on and on, and she had zoned out long ago.
…attractive person in the seat next to you on the plane nonchalantly follows you to the bathroom…
Every Sunday for the past… Well, since she was old enough to sit up on her own, Quinn had been coming to the United Methodist Church of Lima. She would follow her dad as he made his way to the third row of pews, shaking hands as they moved through the relatively crowded area. Her mom - with her big frigging hat - would join them a few minutes before service started, always miraculously wrapping up the gossip just in time.
…flight attendant nonchalantly follows you to the bathroom…
Quinn was eighteen now. She was leaving Lima soon. She had been accepted to New York University, and she couldn’t wait to get the hell out.
…you partake in a moonlight romp on the second green with the sexy caddy…
Quinn had wanted to follow Santana and Brittany to Los Angeles, but she hadn’t gotten in there. Instead, she was going to be going to the City practically alone.
…hot tub, water bubbling smooth around your legs as you wrap them around your lover…
Their last glee club meeting ever had been last Thursday. The remaining original members of New Directions went around in a circle announcing their future plans. Quinn had kept mostly to herself, listening intently while keeping her eyes on her lap.
…rolling blackouts, and the insanely hot woman in a power suit sharing the elevator with you unbuttons several buttons to keep herself from freaking out as the elevator stalls; naturally, you help her stay calm…
Quinn had managed to absorb most of the detail from her fellow glee club members without showing much interest. But then the last - and really, weren’t they always saving the best for last? - member announced that she had finally made a decision about schools. Rachel had stood up and addressed her friends - yes, they were friends at this point - saying, “While I was initially disappointed that I was not accepted at Juilliard, and while the decision between music and drama programs at UCLA and NYU was indescribably difficult, I have in fact chosen… To attend NYU!”
…sneaking out of your room in the middle of the night, backseat of her secret lover’s car…
Momentarily, it seemed, Quinn’s world had come to a complete halt. She caught Santana’s eye, and subtly shook her head. It didn’t matter. They would be living in the same city. They would be going to the same university. All of that, Quinn had been perfectly capable of handling.
…driving down the highway at eighty miles an hour with her hand down your shorts…
But what Quinn could not handle was exactly what was waiting for her when she got home from glee rehearsal later that evening. An envelope. From NYU. With her housing assignment.
…you discreetly lower yourself to your knees as the movie continues to play on the big screen behind you; the back row is always the best, and her skirts make for easy access…
Quinn had almost screamed when she read her housing assignment. Rachel Berry, it read. And Quinn had initially been disgusted. Until, of course, she just wasn’t disgusted anymore. Which had taken a surprisingly short time.
…you walk out of the water, the waves grabbing at your ankles; she’s sprawled out on her beach chair, and you waste no time in dropping down between her knees…
Quinn hadn’t ever really hated Rachel. Hate was a strong word that Quinn reserved specially for her father. No, Quinn didn’t hate Rachel, but she had resented her for a long time. Quinn had been jealous because she knew Rachel would get out of Lima. For Quinn herself, she hadn’t been so sure. But ever since she aced her SAT, wrote a bangin’ admissions essay, got killer letters of recommendation from Schue and Sue, and mailed her admissions packet, Quinn had known that she was getting out of Lima, too. So there was no longer a reason to be jealous of Rachel Berry.
…in the office bathroom between conference calls, she pushes you up against the wall and roughly yanks down your zipper…
And since Quinn had stopped resenting Rachel, she had finally begun to truly appreciate Rachel. Rachel’s offers of friendship over the years, Rachel’s voice, Rachel’s smile, Rachel’s legs
…in the bathroom of the club, with the bass beat pounding through your limbs, you pound into her; she screams in ecstasy, but the music swallows it whole…
So trepidation turned into anticipation. Quinn would know someone in New York, and she would have a genuinely nice person for a roommate. But there was part of Quinn that couldn’t help but imagine doing not-so-nice things to Rachel Berry, things that she probably shouldn’t be thinking about while in church.
…you follow her off the ice; she shoulder checked you during the game, and you’re livid; as soon as you have time to rip her pads and your pads off, you’ll show her what’s acceptable and what isn’t…
The congregation around her stands for the final prayer. Quinn robotically follows along. Everyone is dismissed. Quinn’s parents smile and shake hands with everyone they know. The smile on her own face is stiff and fake, but no one really cares. They all just want to go eat lunch.
As Quinn walks into the bright sunlight outside of the church, she drops her sunglasses onto her face and wonders when her church-time erotica plots began involving herself and another woman…
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