Building Up [The One Where Quinn Gets ALOT of Nosebleeds] [2/3]
Title: Building Up [The One Where Quinn Gets ALOT of Nosebleeds] [2/3]
Author:zta_atsin
Rating: R [for dirty thoughts and swears]
Length: 2,220
Characters: Rachel/Quinn
Spoilers: Post Season Finale
Summary: Things start to get worse as Rachel carries out her quest to find out why Quinn's nose bleeds so much.
A/N: Eh. XD Sorry about that. I didnt really like this chapter because there were sooo many situations I could put Quinn in that I dont really know how to end it. Some of you saw it was only [1/2] when I posted it and now I am changing it to [1/3] simply because there are too many hijinks and I havent decided what course of action Rachel should take. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.
| Part 1 |
There was something off with Quinn. Rachel instantly noticed as the blonde rushed out from the bathroom. Quinn had clearly been trying to hide something from Rachel. Especially, after accidentally groping her, Rachel couldn't help but notice a tinge of satisfaction in Quinn's voice before the she yelled and ran out.
Rachel furrowed her brows. She knew Quinn always had a dislike for her but she couldn't help but notice interesting events while Quinn's nose bled. For instance, Quinn had a clear view of her ass when she entered the room. Instant nosebleed. Then, her unnatural reaction to Rachel's proximity. Then, her glances at her chest as Rachel held her wrist under the cold water.
That is very interesting indeed. The singer thought to herself as she deduced what could be wrong with Quinn. The next couple days should definitely be interesting.
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It started out subtle, Rachel's quest to find out why the blonde's nose was bleeding. First, it started in Spanish class.
"Hey, Quinn could you help me with pronouncing this?" Rachel turned around from her seat to ask her. "I can't seem to roll my Rs."
Quinn quirked an eyebrow. What the fuck. She really didn't feel like helping the girl. More than anything she was expecting Rachel to already know everything.
Then she stared at the brunette's expression. Rachel pouted at her with her bottom lip slightly out and puppy dog eyes. She was begging for help. I know what else she could beg for. Quinn shook her head of her thoughts.
"Berry, how can you not know how to roll your Rs?" the blonde quickly snapped at her to recover. "It's not even that hard."
"Well, I don't know! That's why I am asking you for help!" Rachel exclaimed. "You know just because I am already going to be a star, it does not mean that I know how to do everything. I have to experience and be taught a couple lessons before I know what I am doing."
Quinn furrowed her brows in disbelief. If Rachel meant for what she said to be completely innocent, Quinn sure as hell did not hear it that way. All she could think about was keeping Rachel after class and showing her a couple of lessons herself. The blonde slapped her forehead this time.
"All you need to do is place your tongue properly, relax, and just do it."
Rachel hid her smirk at Quinn's instructions and continued to play dumb. "You make it sound so easy."
"It is!" Quinn was getting annoyed. She couldn't stand Rachel any longer. "Look, bend the tip of your tongue up a little and tense it a little before trying it. Just relax."
Rachel rolled her eyes and stared at the blonde. She licked her lips slowly and breathed out. She stared seductively at Quinn, who desperately tried to look elsewhere, parted her lips, lifted her tongue slowly, and followed through with rolling her R.
Quinn blanched at the sound. "Rrrr." It was almost as if Rachel was trying to seduce her. The sound only forced images of Rachel on top of her. Rachel straddling her hips and raking her hands down Quinn's bare chest, getting ready to take her.
"Quinn!" Rachel suddenly yelled in shock. "Oh my god! You're bleeding!"
Quinn snapped out of her thoughts quickly and held her nose. She pulled back and the blood had already begun to pool in her palm. "Goddamnit!" she cursed loudly that everyone looked back at her again. She didn't even wait for permission and ran out of the room.
Rachel hid her smile as Quinn raced out, leaving everyone questioning what had just happened. Very interesting.
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The next time, Rachel hadn't even planned it. Her uniform for gym had always been the same as far as she knew. The only difference was that she was in the sweltering heat alongside everyone else. The weather had gotten hotter and worse over the next couple of days. It was miserable.
Especially for Quinn.
The poor girl kept her eyes strictly on the stopwatch she had been given as everyone did their laps. The blonde was given the job of timing everyone for the fitness test.
Quinn looked up from her clipboard once and that was the beginning of the end. She saw Rachel at the starting line. Her face was beginning to flush under the heat and her sweat started coming out as bullets.
There she was. Her sexy legs practically shining under the boiling sun. Rachel bent down to stretch, leaving Quinn a clear view of her ass again. Goddamnit. Does she not have any class? Those shorts are waaay too short. I can see the curve of her ass right now. Quinn bit her lip as Rachel bent down to the center. I bet those are even better spread further apart.
Quinn ghosted her hand to her face making sure that she wasn't bleeding. She wasn't. Thank God.
Rachel stood up and took her place at the line. Her t-shirt was waay too tight for her chest. Not that Quinn noticed or anything. She needs a bigger size. She looks like she could be suffocating in that tiny thing. Seriously, who lets her out of the house wearing clothes like that?
"Ready? Set! Go!"
At Go! Rachel zoomed down from the starting line as fast as she could and rounded the track once.
The blonde clicked the stopwatch to stop and recorded the time. Good, now Berry is out of the way. She looked at the starting line and saw Brittany getting ready.
"Hey, how did I do?" Rachel asked, out of breath as she approached the blonde. "I mean, every morning I am on my elliptical for an hour. I eat regularly healthy. I run on the weekends. So I am pretty much in shape. Whew." She placed a hand on Quinn's shoulder to catch her breath.
Quinn froze at the touch and the sight of Berry. Her perfect brunette locks had been pulled up to a ponytail, leaving her bangs matted to her forehead with sweat. The sweat glistened on her forehead and kissed down to her neck. Quinn unconsciously swallowed. The t-shirt was now damp with sweat and you can practically see through it considering Rachel had chosen to wear white. Her breasts were definitely larger than her sweater had revealed.
"You did fine," she snapped her eyes shut as she answered harshly. "I have to time Brittany now."
"Oh, no problem, thanks Quinn," Rachel said before jogging off.
Quinn tilted her head and followed Rachel's ass as she got further. She bit the bottom of her lip and thought of all the things she could do with that girl's body. Rachel was right; she was fit.
That sweat wasn't getting off of Rachel's body without a nice hot shower.
Quinn pushes Rachel against the shower stall licking and sucking at her neck. The sweet and salty taste aching Quinn even further. She tastes so good. Then she pulls on the knob to turn the water on, drenching both of them with their clothes on. The t-shirt sticking even more to Rachel's body as Quinn pulls down Rachel's shorts along with her underwear. Rachel gasps to the action and shivers to the touch as the blonde lifts her up for better entrance. Quinn leans forward against the wet body of the other girl and leans closer and closer until----
THUD
Quinn felt the warm dirt against her face after a rush of pain hits her head. How did I end up down here? She thought to herself in a daze as she rolled over.
"Quinn, are you alright?!" Santana yelled out to her. The sun was shining brightly down on her as she looked up. The heat was magnified on her and it was unbearable. "You're bleeding again!"
God-fucking-damnit. Quinn thought before she shut her eyes.
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Gym class didn’t go quite as everyone expected. Quinn had personally thought she had stopped getting bloody noses. Everyone else just kept inquiring as to why Quinn's nose had been bleeding so much.
The only person that seemed to know why, other than Quinn of course, was Rachel. After that episode, she had realized she had definitely been a component in her nosebleeds. The only question was: why?
Rachel had decided to continue her mission to find out. The weather was getting hotter but it was supposed cool down eventually.
Rachel walked into Glee. She saw the Cheerios standing together discussing something as always and saw an opportunity. Will she get a nosebleed if I do this? She looked down at her shirt for a second and readjusted her posture so that her chest stuck out even more.
She ran over and hugged the blonde, whose back was turned, tightly, making sure her chest was firmly pressed against her back. The blonde instantly tensed. "Brittany! Thanks for getting that flask for me considering how high it was."
"Uhm, Rachel, I am over here," Brittany said with confusion.
Rachel, using her acting skills, pulled away in shock and instantly apologized. "I am so sorry. I thought you were Brittany when I walked in."
Quinn stood stunned by the affection and the body colliding full against her backside to respond. She had a disgusted, quirked look on her face.
Rachel turned her attention to Brittany and hugged her. "Thank you, I mean."
"That's what you get for being a troll." Santana quipped.
"Hey, be nice." Brittany said. "Rachel is tiny and so are you. Sometimes you ask me to reach up for things too." Santana scowled at the blonde. All of them turned their attention back to Quinn when they realized that she hadn't responded to Rachel's mistake.
Quinn stood there with a blank expression on her face as a light stream of blood began to flow from her nose. Pulling herself out of a trance, she grabbed her nose and ran out of the room.
"What the hell was that about?" Santana inquired to Brittany. "I bet the heat is getting to her head."
Rachel held back her smile as the blonde ran out.
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Rachel sighed as she sat in English class, twirling her pen across from Quinn. She had kept her focus on her paper as the teacher gave out instructions. They were working in pairs and of course, she had to be paired with Quinn. Nonetheless, this is a great opportunity for me to test Quinn some more. She hasn't had a nose bleed in days, but I haven't seen her much.
The brunette placed the pen between her teeth and slowly bit it. Her tongue pressed against the tip before her lips closed on it.
Quinn had stared the whole motion and tried to stop herself. Stop. Stop. Stop thinking about Berry. Just because she's licking the pen like that does not mean that she knows what she is doing. She is just thinking. Rachel turned the pen between her lips. God, I wish I was that pen. The things she could do to me. I bet she could---STOP. Fabray! Get a hold of yourself! You are not Puck. You are not Puck.
Just like that, she felt heat rush to her head as she failed to stop thinking of the unthinkable. She shut her eyes and let her fantasies run wild before Rachel squealed again, letting her know that her nose began to drip onto her notebook.
She is going to be the death of me, I swear.
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It was innocent! It really was! I swear!
Quinn cursed as she found herself in the bathroom once more with her hand covering her bloody nose.
She cursed at herself for being there again. She felt like she was getting out of control. She knew she wasn't Puck but all of her thoughts just screamed that she was.
It was a simple thing really. Except. Things could have gone better if Rachel had not been changing her shirt as she walked in. Her body was not what Quinn had expected. God, her abs were definitely like a goddess's. And her breasts, they were perfect and perky in that bra.
Quinn slapped herself again as she grabbed some toilet paper. She had been forced to do a duet with Rachel because Schue managed to pull their names out of a hat together. She only wished that Rachel had not suggested her house for them to meet at but Quinn had no other choice.
I thought she was getting sheet music. Not changing her shirt. The weather was perfect for that hideous sweater of hers. She should not have changed. If she hadn't done that I would not have imagined me pushing her onto her bed and sliding my tongue down her chest, between her breast, and down to her navel.
The blonde forced herself to stop thinking all together. Her thoughts were escalating even more as she realized and they were coming to her more easily. She tried her best to fight it but that only seemed to feed the flame.
So, she blanked, forcing herself to think of everything else that was not Rachel Berry. Anything. Anything possible that had nothing to do with Berry. Little did she know that things were going to only get worse.
Part 3a
Author:zta_atsin
Rating: R [for dirty thoughts and swears]
Length: 2,220
Characters: Rachel/Quinn
Spoilers: Post Season Finale
Summary: Things start to get worse as Rachel carries out her quest to find out why Quinn's nose bleeds so much.
A/N: Eh. XD Sorry about that. I didnt really like this chapter because there were sooo many situations I could put Quinn in that I dont really know how to end it. Some of you saw it was only [1/2] when I posted it and now I am changing it to [1/3] simply because there are too many hijinks and I havent decided what course of action Rachel should take. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.
| Part 1 |
There was something off with Quinn. Rachel instantly noticed as the blonde rushed out from the bathroom. Quinn had clearly been trying to hide something from Rachel. Especially, after accidentally groping her, Rachel couldn't help but notice a tinge of satisfaction in Quinn's voice before the she yelled and ran out.
Rachel furrowed her brows. She knew Quinn always had a dislike for her but she couldn't help but notice interesting events while Quinn's nose bled. For instance, Quinn had a clear view of her ass when she entered the room. Instant nosebleed. Then, her unnatural reaction to Rachel's proximity. Then, her glances at her chest as Rachel held her wrist under the cold water.
That is very interesting indeed. The singer thought to herself as she deduced what could be wrong with Quinn. The next couple days should definitely be interesting.
----------------
It started out subtle, Rachel's quest to find out why the blonde's nose was bleeding. First, it started in Spanish class.
"Hey, Quinn could you help me with pronouncing this?" Rachel turned around from her seat to ask her. "I can't seem to roll my Rs."
Quinn quirked an eyebrow. What the fuck. She really didn't feel like helping the girl. More than anything she was expecting Rachel to already know everything.
Then she stared at the brunette's expression. Rachel pouted at her with her bottom lip slightly out and puppy dog eyes. She was begging for help. I know what else she could beg for. Quinn shook her head of her thoughts.
"Berry, how can you not know how to roll your Rs?" the blonde quickly snapped at her to recover. "It's not even that hard."
"Well, I don't know! That's why I am asking you for help!" Rachel exclaimed. "You know just because I am already going to be a star, it does not mean that I know how to do everything. I have to experience and be taught a couple lessons before I know what I am doing."
Quinn furrowed her brows in disbelief. If Rachel meant for what she said to be completely innocent, Quinn sure as hell did not hear it that way. All she could think about was keeping Rachel after class and showing her a couple of lessons herself. The blonde slapped her forehead this time.
"All you need to do is place your tongue properly, relax, and just do it."
Rachel hid her smirk at Quinn's instructions and continued to play dumb. "You make it sound so easy."
"It is!" Quinn was getting annoyed. She couldn't stand Rachel any longer. "Look, bend the tip of your tongue up a little and tense it a little before trying it. Just relax."
Rachel rolled her eyes and stared at the blonde. She licked her lips slowly and breathed out. She stared seductively at Quinn, who desperately tried to look elsewhere, parted her lips, lifted her tongue slowly, and followed through with rolling her R.
Quinn blanched at the sound. "Rrrr." It was almost as if Rachel was trying to seduce her. The sound only forced images of Rachel on top of her. Rachel straddling her hips and raking her hands down Quinn's bare chest, getting ready to take her.
"Quinn!" Rachel suddenly yelled in shock. "Oh my god! You're bleeding!"
Quinn snapped out of her thoughts quickly and held her nose. She pulled back and the blood had already begun to pool in her palm. "Goddamnit!" she cursed loudly that everyone looked back at her again. She didn't even wait for permission and ran out of the room.
Rachel hid her smile as Quinn raced out, leaving everyone questioning what had just happened. Very interesting.
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The next time, Rachel hadn't even planned it. Her uniform for gym had always been the same as far as she knew. The only difference was that she was in the sweltering heat alongside everyone else. The weather had gotten hotter and worse over the next couple of days. It was miserable.
Especially for Quinn.
The poor girl kept her eyes strictly on the stopwatch she had been given as everyone did their laps. The blonde was given the job of timing everyone for the fitness test.
Quinn looked up from her clipboard once and that was the beginning of the end. She saw Rachel at the starting line. Her face was beginning to flush under the heat and her sweat started coming out as bullets.
There she was. Her sexy legs practically shining under the boiling sun. Rachel bent down to stretch, leaving Quinn a clear view of her ass again. Goddamnit. Does she not have any class? Those shorts are waaay too short. I can see the curve of her ass right now. Quinn bit her lip as Rachel bent down to the center. I bet those are even better spread further apart.
Quinn ghosted her hand to her face making sure that she wasn't bleeding. She wasn't. Thank God.
Rachel stood up and took her place at the line. Her t-shirt was waay too tight for her chest. Not that Quinn noticed or anything. She needs a bigger size. She looks like she could be suffocating in that tiny thing. Seriously, who lets her out of the house wearing clothes like that?
"Ready? Set! Go!"
At Go! Rachel zoomed down from the starting line as fast as she could and rounded the track once.
The blonde clicked the stopwatch to stop and recorded the time. Good, now Berry is out of the way. She looked at the starting line and saw Brittany getting ready.
"Hey, how did I do?" Rachel asked, out of breath as she approached the blonde. "I mean, every morning I am on my elliptical for an hour. I eat regularly healthy. I run on the weekends. So I am pretty much in shape. Whew." She placed a hand on Quinn's shoulder to catch her breath.
Quinn froze at the touch and the sight of Berry. Her perfect brunette locks had been pulled up to a ponytail, leaving her bangs matted to her forehead with sweat. The sweat glistened on her forehead and kissed down to her neck. Quinn unconsciously swallowed. The t-shirt was now damp with sweat and you can practically see through it considering Rachel had chosen to wear white. Her breasts were definitely larger than her sweater had revealed.
"You did fine," she snapped her eyes shut as she answered harshly. "I have to time Brittany now."
"Oh, no problem, thanks Quinn," Rachel said before jogging off.
Quinn tilted her head and followed Rachel's ass as she got further. She bit the bottom of her lip and thought of all the things she could do with that girl's body. Rachel was right; she was fit.
That sweat wasn't getting off of Rachel's body without a nice hot shower.
Quinn pushes Rachel against the shower stall licking and sucking at her neck. The sweet and salty taste aching Quinn even further. She tastes so good. Then she pulls on the knob to turn the water on, drenching both of them with their clothes on. The t-shirt sticking even more to Rachel's body as Quinn pulls down Rachel's shorts along with her underwear. Rachel gasps to the action and shivers to the touch as the blonde lifts her up for better entrance. Quinn leans forward against the wet body of the other girl and leans closer and closer until----
THUD
Quinn felt the warm dirt against her face after a rush of pain hits her head. How did I end up down here? She thought to herself in a daze as she rolled over.
"Quinn, are you alright?!" Santana yelled out to her. The sun was shining brightly down on her as she looked up. The heat was magnified on her and it was unbearable. "You're bleeding again!"
God-fucking-damnit. Quinn thought before she shut her eyes.
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Gym class didn’t go quite as everyone expected. Quinn had personally thought she had stopped getting bloody noses. Everyone else just kept inquiring as to why Quinn's nose had been bleeding so much.
The only person that seemed to know why, other than Quinn of course, was Rachel. After that episode, she had realized she had definitely been a component in her nosebleeds. The only question was: why?
Rachel had decided to continue her mission to find out. The weather was getting hotter but it was supposed cool down eventually.
Rachel walked into Glee. She saw the Cheerios standing together discussing something as always and saw an opportunity. Will she get a nosebleed if I do this? She looked down at her shirt for a second and readjusted her posture so that her chest stuck out even more.
She ran over and hugged the blonde, whose back was turned, tightly, making sure her chest was firmly pressed against her back. The blonde instantly tensed. "Brittany! Thanks for getting that flask for me considering how high it was."
"Uhm, Rachel, I am over here," Brittany said with confusion.
Rachel, using her acting skills, pulled away in shock and instantly apologized. "I am so sorry. I thought you were Brittany when I walked in."
Quinn stood stunned by the affection and the body colliding full against her backside to respond. She had a disgusted, quirked look on her face.
Rachel turned her attention to Brittany and hugged her. "Thank you, I mean."
"That's what you get for being a troll." Santana quipped.
"Hey, be nice." Brittany said. "Rachel is tiny and so are you. Sometimes you ask me to reach up for things too." Santana scowled at the blonde. All of them turned their attention back to Quinn when they realized that she hadn't responded to Rachel's mistake.
Quinn stood there with a blank expression on her face as a light stream of blood began to flow from her nose. Pulling herself out of a trance, she grabbed her nose and ran out of the room.
"What the hell was that about?" Santana inquired to Brittany. "I bet the heat is getting to her head."
Rachel held back her smile as the blonde ran out.
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Rachel sighed as she sat in English class, twirling her pen across from Quinn. She had kept her focus on her paper as the teacher gave out instructions. They were working in pairs and of course, she had to be paired with Quinn. Nonetheless, this is a great opportunity for me to test Quinn some more. She hasn't had a nose bleed in days, but I haven't seen her much.
The brunette placed the pen between her teeth and slowly bit it. Her tongue pressed against the tip before her lips closed on it.
Quinn had stared the whole motion and tried to stop herself. Stop. Stop. Stop thinking about Berry. Just because she's licking the pen like that does not mean that she knows what she is doing. She is just thinking. Rachel turned the pen between her lips. God, I wish I was that pen. The things she could do to me. I bet she could---STOP. Fabray! Get a hold of yourself! You are not Puck. You are not Puck.
Just like that, she felt heat rush to her head as she failed to stop thinking of the unthinkable. She shut her eyes and let her fantasies run wild before Rachel squealed again, letting her know that her nose began to drip onto her notebook.
She is going to be the death of me, I swear.
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It was innocent! It really was! I swear!
Quinn cursed as she found herself in the bathroom once more with her hand covering her bloody nose.
She cursed at herself for being there again. She felt like she was getting out of control. She knew she wasn't Puck but all of her thoughts just screamed that she was.
It was a simple thing really. Except. Things could have gone better if Rachel had not been changing her shirt as she walked in. Her body was not what Quinn had expected. God, her abs were definitely like a goddess's. And her breasts, they were perfect and perky in that bra.
Quinn slapped herself again as she grabbed some toilet paper. She had been forced to do a duet with Rachel because Schue managed to pull their names out of a hat together. She only wished that Rachel had not suggested her house for them to meet at but Quinn had no other choice.
I thought she was getting sheet music. Not changing her shirt. The weather was perfect for that hideous sweater of hers. She should not have changed. If she hadn't done that I would not have imagined me pushing her onto her bed and sliding my tongue down her chest, between her breast, and down to her navel.
The blonde forced herself to stop thinking all together. Her thoughts were escalating even more as she realized and they were coming to her more easily. She tried her best to fight it but that only seemed to feed the flame.
So, she blanked, forcing herself to think of everything else that was not Rachel Berry. Anything. Anything possible that had nothing to do with Berry. Little did she know that things were going to only get worse.
Part 3a