HSN Exchange Fic: It's Not Me, It's You, for overthetiber
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Title: It’s Not Me, It’s You
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Rachel/Quinn
Warnings: N/A
Word count: 5170
Disclaimer: This Glee fanfiction is based upon the television show of the same name. All characters and situations other than my own are sole property of Ryan Murphy Productions and 20th Century Fox Television.
Summary: Rachel is very persistant.
A/N: Thanks a huge amount to rhap_chan for beta’ing this!
Rachel was leaning against a wall, trying to block out the sounds of a song that could barely be described as music, when a strong hand pulled her into the garden. She turned around, fists clenched and ready to punch, when she saw that it was Quinn who had dragged her, droopy-eyed and smiling lazily.
"Berry," Quinn said, leaning close to Rachel.
Rachel looked at her cautiously. "Quinn, are you all right?"
"I'm bored out of my brain," Quinn replied nonchalantly.
Rachel stared back at Quinn, awed at the fact that the blonde was talking to her without any venom in her words.
Quinn leant back and met Rachel's eyes. "Entertain me."
"Um," Rachel stuttered. "I'm not quite sure what you mean."
"I don't know, do something. I am so bored right now and I don't want to hang around with anyone in there," Quinn said, waving her arm in the direction of the room that currently housed more than 50 inebriated teenagers.
"But you want to hang out with me?" Rachel asked, incredulous.
"No. I said I want you to entertain me. Do something. I don't know…" Quinn stumbled and gripped onto Rachel's cardigan for support. Rachel's arms immediately sprung out and took a hold of Quinn.
"Quinn, are you drunk?" Rachel said in a harsh whisper.
"A little bit." Quinn laughed and let go of Rachel only to stumble again. She fell back against a wall, bringing the other girl with her. In a surprisingly swift motion for someone in her state, Quinn flipped both of them around so now Rachel was pinned against the wall.
Quinn leant close to Rachel and giggled. "Hi. You have a big nose." She reached out and prodded it gently with her finger, moving her head closer so that her warm breath hit Rachel's neck.
Rachel's eyebrows furrowed and a slight pout formed on her lips. "That may be so, but Barbra Strei-" Rachel was cut off by the feel of Quinn's soft lips pressed against hers.
She gasped and before she had time to properly process what was happening, Quinn had pulled back. The blonde said nothing but pushed off the wall and rushed back through the doors and into the living room.
-
"Did you kiss Berry?"
Quinn jumped and tore her eyes away from her chemistry homework, turning her head to see Santana staring down at her, looking amused.
"What? No!" she said hotly.
Santana leant forward, her elbows propped up on Quinn's desk, with a smile stretched across her mouth. "Word is you totally kissed her last night."
Quinn felt a lump in her throat. "Right, so you believe Yeti's word over mine?"
"She's not the one going around saying things. Puck is."
-
Quinn scanned the crowd in the school hallway; searching for the mohawk-sporting imbecile she called a friend. She spotted him leaning casually against his locker, his lips in a stupid pout and making eyes at every girl that passed by. Quinn inhaled a deep breath and charged towards him.
"Were you dropped on your head as a child? What is wrong with you?" Quinn said in a low tone as she approached him.
Puck put up his hands in defence, his eyes going wide. "Whoa, calm down. What are you talking about?"
Quinn stared at him and laughed briefly before stepping close towards him, her infamous glare in her eyes. Puck pushed back against the locker, his hands still raised. He didn't like to admit it, but Quinn Fabray scared the crap out of him.
"You've been spreading lies about me and telling people that I kissed Yentyl last night."
Puck breathed out and visibly relaxed. "Hey, I have not been spreading lies. I don't lie, ever. I saw you and Berry going at it last night and anyway, I only told Santana."
Quinn gritted her teeth and rested her hand on the locker door, close to Puck's head. "We were not going at it! She caught me by surprise and kissed me. I pulled away as quick as I could and ran out of there."
Puck smirked. "It didn't look like that from where I was standing. And let me tell you, it was hot. Are you planning on do it again? 'Cause I'd like to bring my video camera next time." Quinn punched him in the arm.
Puck sighed and tilted his head. "It's really obvious you dig chicks. Don't fight it; embrace it." Damn, am I really that obvious, or is Puck that perceptive? "I mean, any girl who doesn't wanna go out with the Puckerone must not be into guys. There's no other explanation." Nope, he's a dumbass.
Quinn stepped backwards and met his eyes. "Read my lips: I'm not into her, okay? It was some stupid accident and it'll never happen again."
"Whatever you say, Baby Mama."
-
"Hi, Quinn," Rachel said as the blonde exited a classroom.
Quinn turned, the smile on her face disappearing instantly. She grabbed Rachel's arm and pulled her to the side, away from her classmates. "What do you want?"
Rachel smiled, unfazed by Quinn's less-than-friendly greeting. "Primarily, I wanted to check if you were okay. You were under the influence of alcohol last night and I wasn't sure if you made it home safely. I called you a lot; I was very concerned."
"I got home fine. Can I go now?"
Rachel looked down briefly and hesitated. "Also, I wanted to talk about what happened last night," she said quietly. She met Quinn's eyes, hopeful.
"It's not a big deal, whatever," Quinn replied, looking at her fingernails.
"But Quinn, you kissed me and I think we should talk about this." Rachel paused and took a deep breath. "Do you have feelings for me?"
Quinn laughed. "And what on earth would give you that idea?"
"You kissed me."
"I did it to shut you up. You were about to go off on a big rant about Streisand and I really did not want to hear it so I kissed you. It seemed to work, if I remember correctly."
Rachel sighed, her eyes sympathetic. "Quinn, I understand that this must be a difficult time for you, and I want you to know that I'm here for you to talk to." She slowly reached out and placed her hand on Quinn's upper arm. Quinn's eyes followed Rachel's hand for a moment and then met large brown eyes again, confident and asserting.
"I was drunk and obviously not thinking straight last night. It meant nothing, deal with it," Quinn said.
"It's okay, Quinn," Rachel said softly. But Quinn's gaze hardened and she shrugged off Rachel's hand before brushing past her and walking away.
Quinn forced herself not to look back and let herself get lost in Rachel's deep, wide eyes. She felt a pang of guilt run through her as she replayed the scene and the words she'd said in her head. Ever since she'd had Beth and re-joined the Cheerios, Quinn had promised herself that she wouldn't revert back to the girl she'd once been: bitchy, ruthless and unforgiving. While she'd been pregnant, it'd been easy for her to ignore Rachel; Rachel had been flittering between Jesse and Finn (and possibly Puck as well) and Quinn had so many of her own issues to deal with that the girls had been almost in a state of solidarity. A well-disguised occasional forlorn look at Rachel was the only indulgence Quinn would allow herself when it came to her feelings. After Beth, they'd continued in this state of barely acknowledging each other: no words, no actions and no drama. But with less distraction, Quinn began to fall into her emotions again, and the night of that party, she'd let her control slip from underneath her. When Rachel tried to force her to deal, it had resulted in the emergence of that darker side of her out of fear - that fear turning into anger, anger that Rachel didn't deserve.
-
"Quinn!"
Quinn turned around and groaned. Rachel Berry was running towards her, shiny hair flowing wildly as she did so. It was hard not to lash out at Rachel if she was constantly there.
"I was wondering if we could talk-"
"I already told you yesterday; there is nothing to talk about," Quinn said, interrupting her.
Rachel stood up straighter. She tilted her head and let her eyes meet Quinn's. "You caught me off guard yesterday, but it is obvious that you were lying. I feel that it is important that we discuss what happened and what we will do about it."
Quinn rolled her eyes and stepped closer, enjoying how she towered over the brunette. "I don't want to talk about it because there is nothing to say. I don't like you. I'm pretty sure you're the most annoying person I've ever met." Annoying for making me like you.
"The reason you can barely tolerate me is because you have feelings for me," Rachel said in a matter-of-fact way.
"Now if that isn't completely inane logic, I don't know what is." Quinn moved to walk past her.
"Your behavior is actually incredibly textbook and much conforms to the stereotype of a repressed lesbian. If I weren't so attracted to you, I'd want to investigate and interview you; it's fascinating."
Quinn's short fuse blew. She pushed Rachel until her head hit against a wall.
"I'm not surprised that you like girls since your family is so 'yay gay' but you need to get it through your big nose that I'm not interested in you. I hear Santana and Brittany recently came out about their relationship. Why don't you go and proposition one of them if you're so desperate, instead of following me around like some stupid lovesick puppy? I don't like you. I never will."
Rachel's smile barely faltered throughout Quinn's speech, which angered her even more. Instead, Rachel had a smug look on her face. "You can deny all you want, Quinn. I can read you like a book and I'm not blind. I can see it when you stare at me, you know? I understand that due to your internalized homophobia, it is natural for you to deny this at first, but you will come around. Love trumps all, always. I'm willing to wait for you to finally stop repressing yourself."
Quinn stood there, her mouth opening and closing silently for a few moments before she found words. "In your dreams, Treasure Trail." She turned and walked away, cursing herself for giving such a weak comeback.
-
"Hey, is something wrong? You seem kinda jumpy," Puck said. He dropped his plate onto the table and sat opposite Quinn.
Quinn looked up from the food she'd been picking at idly and smiled at him. Minutes prior, she'd been deep in thought about, of all people, Rachel Berry.
"That stupid troll keeps bothering me," she replied bitterly.
Puck interpreted this in his own way. "Berry won't put out? Do you want me to kidnap her? 'Cause I totally want to look out for my baby mama, so if she's what you want, then I'll do it. But you can't hurt her either since I gotta look out for my fellow Jews, too," Puck said with a straight face.
"Will you please stop talking?" Quinn said, leaning back and rubbing her temples. "I already told you; I don't like her. I don't have feelings for her and I definitely do not want to be with her, okay?"
"Yeah, and I'm not a stud. You want her, you know it," Puck said, his eyebrows waggling suggestively. "I'll help you land her. Just promise you'll let me watch next time you hook up."
"Why are you so insistent that I like her? Do you? Or is your ego so big that you really do think any girl who doesn't want to date you must be gay?"
Puck smiled and took a large bite of his burger before answering. "Berry? I'm way past high-school girls now. Puckerone is now a full-time pursuer of MILF's." He paused to look at her. "Speaking of which, I bet your mom's a total hottie. How is she?"
"Ew, you're disgusting!" Quinn said, crinkling her nose and hitting him with the back of her hand. She got up, turned her back to him and began walking away.
"Hey, it was just a joke! That's like incest, right?" he called after her.
-
Quinn leant back in her chair and stifled a yawn. She glanced at the clock on the wall; five more minutes until glee was over. Mr. Schuester was rambling on about whatever this week's lesson was, something about teamwork and friendship, when he announced that he was holding a duet competition. He walked over to the piano and picked up a clipboard, his eyes scanning the paper as he read out the names of the pairs.
"Rachel," he said, pointing his pencil at her. "You're working with Quinn."
Quinn looked over and saw that Rachel was beaming at her. Quinn ignored the urge to smile back at her and shifted in her chair, placing a scowl on her face instead. This cannot be happening.
The minute glee club was over and the classroom emptied, Quinn walked up to Mr. Schuester.
"Mr. Schuester, I was wondering if you could change around the pairings for the duet competition? I'd prefer not to work with Rachel," she said, smiling sweetly. She held her hands behind her back and looked up at him innocently.
Mr. Schuester looked at her and waved his clipboard. "I'm sorry Quinn, but I've made up my mind."
"But please, Mr. Schuester, we don't get along, at all. We won't get anything done. Please, I can work with anyone else but her," she replied, calmly and with false concern. The look in her eyes however, showed thinly veiled desperation.
"Well then, this is the perfect opportunity for you and Rachel to explore this week's lesson." He leant closer to her and began speaking in his hushed, inspired voice. "For New Directions to really work, we must move beyond this level of respect for each other purely as singers and move to a situation where we respect each other as people. This will be good for the both of you and hopefully you two can overcome your animosity by working together." He leant back and shuffled his papers together. "In fact, I'm sure the two of you working together will lead to friendship. Music and teamwork has the power to bring people together, Quinn," he added, ever the optimist.
Quinn suppressed her desire to roll her eyes and gave him a slight smile before sighing. She was stuck with Rachel Berry.
-
"Hey, Quinn," a familiar voice called.
Quinn grinned as she looked up from her book and saw Mercedes walking towards her. She waved and Mercedes sat down, dropping her backpack to the floor.
Mercedes smiled back before narrowing her eyes and looking closely at Quinn. "Is something going on between you and Rachel?"
Quinn felt her heart skip a beat. Mercedes knows too? Quinn decided to play it cool and innocent, not wanting to give away too much. "No, why?"
"It's just that," Mercedes began. She looked around the library briefly before leaning closer. "She keeps asking about you, all the time and she keeps following me. And let me tell you, the girl is not subtle, at all."
"Just tell her to leave you alone. I don't know what her problem is but there is nothing going on between us," Quinn said, staring hard at the wall behind Mercedes in determination not to give herself away.
Mercedes leant back in her chair and raised her eyebrows. "Uh huh, I'm so sure."
Quinn sat there for a moment, trying to think of a response. Ignoring Mercedes' knowing gaze, she said, "Can we talk about something else, please? All this talk about Man Hands is making me feel ill."
-
"Stop stalking me, Freakazoid."
Rachel turned to greet Quinn, smiling widely. "Hi, Quinn!" Wow, she is so frustratingly oblivious. Did she even hear what I just said?
Quinn breathed in deeply though her nostrils. "No. Stop this, now. Stop thinking that there is any chance that I like you, and stop stalking my friends. I don't know why you can't get this; leave me alone," she said, drawing out the last sentence.
Rachel hugged her books close to her chest and looked up at Quinn, her vulnerability showing in her dark brown eyes. Yet, she replied as confidently as ever, "You know what, Quinn? I've changed my mind; you definitely aren't worth the wait. I deserve better than this; I deserve better than you."
Quinn laughed and met her eyes, her glower hiding the sadness in her voice.
"Believe whatever you want. Just stay away from me."
-
10 minutes later and Rachel and Quinn were in glee club together, their voices escalating as they engaged in an argument over the song they'd perform for their duet. Quinn watched as Rachel held her ground, both hands on her hips, her head swaying slightly as she made her next point. Rachel moved closer, her eyes squinted, as she rambled on about something. Quinn studied the girl's features closely and swallowed. She's weirdly beautiful when she's mad. Wait, what am I saying? Eww, gross. I do not like that thing.
"No, there is no way we are singing that!" Quinn shouted in response to Rachel's demand that they perform a song from Les Misérables. She glared down at the girl in front on her, her eyes like daggers.
"That is enough, you guys!" Rachel and Quinn both jumped and looked away from each other. Mr. Schue was at their side, a disappointed look on his face.
"We haven't got time to argue; Regionals is in a month and we need to choose our third song. You're disrupting everyone else and creating a negative, unfriendly environment. You are going to work this out, right now. Go into that closet across the hall and figure this out. I can't have the both of you arguing."
"But Mr. Schuester-" Rachel began.
"No, Rachel. It's important that both you and Quinn learn to get along and work with each other. We are a team, and a team respects each other, no exceptions." He turned and pointed at Santana. "Santana, accompany them outside."
Santana grinned and motioned for them to follow. They left the classroom and crossed the hall to the closet door. "Can't we just go into an empty classroom?" Quinn asked.
"No," Santana said as she swung the door open. Rachel slowly walked in, followed by Quinn, and Santana smiled at them both before shutting the door with a bang. Rachel and Quinn were both turned away from each other, when they heard the fumbling of a key in a lock.
"Hey, Santana! What are you doing?" Quinn shouted.
"Locking you in," she replied calmly, her smile reflecting in her voice.
Quinn hit the door and turned to Rachel with gritted teeth. "Great. My worst nightmare has come true." She ignored the voice in her head that told her this situation was similar to the start of a dream she often had.
Rachel had her arms crossed and had an inscrutable look on her face. "Oh look, we're in a closet. How ironic."
Quinn rolled her eyes and crossed her own arms firmly. "Shut up. This is all your fault."
"You are the one who started it, Quinn," Rachel said, glaring at her.
"Yeah, maybe, but it's your fault for being so annoying!"
Rachel began her argument again. "I know what the judges at Regionals will want; results show that strong Broadway ballads favor highly with the judges, especially over whatever crunk-type song Mercedes or any other member will inevitably choose."
"You are so conceited. Have you ever thought that people in glee are just as good, if not better than you? I'm pretty sure Mercedes could sing a ballad as well as you could."
"You're missing the point, Quinn. I am not saying I should be the one to sing the ballad at Regionals, I am merely saying that I should choose our solo song because in this instance, I do know best. Singing the latest Lady Gaga song will not take us through to Nationals and we cannot afford to lose this year."
"I need you to stop talking. Your voice is so screechy that it's killing my ears."
"Of course, the real reason why we're arguing has nothing to do with the duet or my competitiveness." Quinn stared for a moment. It was true, she was arguing with Rachel for the sake of arguing; it was an effective distraction from… other thoughts of Rachel and besides, Rachel was often really conceited and patronizing, and that made it easier for Quinn to be annoyed with her. But how Rachel knew that was beyond her.
"Did you even hear what I just said? And why do you always sound like you swallowed a dictionary?"
"Our Unresolved Sexual Tension is off the charts. I should know; I measured it."
What? Quinn opened her mouth to interrupt but Rachel carried on, stepping towards her. "It has always been clear that you have harbored feelings for me, whether you expressed it through turning your fear of your attraction to me to vicious behavior, or by constantly sexualizing me as shown through the use of nicknames such as 'Treasure Trail' and the drawing of pornographic images of me on the bathroom stalls."
Quinn's heart raced. "I love it when you prove my point."
"You obviously could not counter my argument and therefore had to result to insulting me and commenting on something petty."
Quinn bared her teeth and stepped forward, her fists clenched at her sides. "You think that you're so smart and that you've got everyone figured out," she said slowly, in a gravelly voice. "Well, I'll tell you - when it comes to me, you've got me completely wrong."
Rachel stepped closer and titled her head up, meeting Quinn's hazel eyes confidently. Not breaking her gaze, she said calmly, "I find that extremely hard to believe."
"Of course you do," Quinn said with a dangerous smile. "You can't possibly be wrong, can you?"
"I know you, Quinn Fabray, and you're a coward. You hide behind your emotions and lash out at me in anger because of how you feel for me. You're scared of who you are and though you won't admit it, you care about me much more than you let on. Rather than embracing your sexuality, you repress yourself in the hopes that your feelings will go away, but of course they cannot; it's not that simple."
The words rocketed Quinn's anger, and along with the anger came the truth. "It's not that you're a girl, it's that it's you!" she shouted, her hands flailing at either side of her head.
Rachel blinked a few times before looking at the floor. "I am not going to pretend and say that didn't hurt but-"
"You don't get it. This is so frustrating! I mean… you? A girl who I've spent years tormenting and picking on, someone whose every word used to irritate me? You? It's so confusing. Did I pick on you because I liked you, or did I fall for you later? When did I start to find you attractive?" Rachel's eyes went wide at that last sentence and her mouth trembled as she struggled to find words, but Quinn continued. "You're near the bottom of the heap; I'm at the top. You're the one who's supposed to be pathetically and hopelessly attracted to me, not the other way around!"
The awe in Rachel's soulful eyes has disappeared without a trace, replaced by a fiery anger that Quinn would hope she could match.
"Even when you care for someone, you can't help but be a bitch. You supposedly like me and yet all you do is slander me as though this is my entire fault. You expect me to empathize with you and I definitely do not."
"Why don't you just accept that you're a nobody? You don't matter. No one cares about you. Stop deluding yourself that someone does," Quinn said, her voice rising with every word. Her words were lies, awful lies, and Rachel could see right through them.
Rachel stepped forward. "Why don't you accept that you're a coward? A bitchy, insecure, coward?" she responded in a shrill voice.
"Stop thinking you've got me figured out!" Quinn shouted, her hands reaching out and pushing against Rachel. Rachel's back hit the back of the closet door and had she been taller, her head would have knocked against the top of a broom handle that was dangerously poking out of a shelf.
Quinn was breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink and her eyes dark and cloudy. "Do you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you?"
"I'm ironically turned on by your anger towards me," Rachel said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Quinn was trying to control herself and calm down, trying to breathe slowly and more evenly, when full, soft lips crashed against hers. Her hands immediately rushed to rest on Rachel's hips. Rachel's lips became more forceful and she slid her tongue into Quinn's mouth, the kiss sloppy and messy.
Quinn pulled back and looked at her, her breaths shallow and sharp. Their eyes locked in a heated gaze until Quinn couldn't take it anymore and closed her heavy eyelids. She shivered as she felt a hand gently brush her cheek and a thumb soothe circles into her skin. Quinn swallowed and opened her eyes again, letting herself fall into the spell she so often resisted. The air was thick with passion, desire and want. The girls' trembling hands showed their fear, their nervousness at the truth finally being revealed.
Quinn leant in and kissed Rachel again, her hands running up and down Rachel's sides. She pushed her whole body against the other girl and their tongues lapped and swirled in impatience. Rachel deepened the kiss, holding onto Quinn's hips tightly, and biting her lower lip. With every second, their heartbeats quickened, short, sweet moans escaping from their mouths.
They broke off once again and let their eyes meet. Quinn's dark pupils flashed with want and nerves. Things were left unsaid as Rachel moved her lips to Quinn's neck, kissing her protruding collarbone.
They moved silently and in time with each other, Quinn raising her arms so that Rachel could take off her dress for her. Gentle hands shook as they traced down Quinn's body and over smooth skin, exploring the new territory. Fingers skimmed over curves, leaving a trail of fire wherever they went. Hazel met brown once again and Quinn nodded, reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra and let it fall to the floor. Rachel unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off before sliding out of her jeans.
Rachel's hands traced Quinn's back while the blonde's hands remained firmly on Rachel's hips. Rachel took hold of Quinn's hands and placed them on her breasts. Quinn moaned and soothed Rachel's breasts. Her eyes closed as she felt Rachel's fingers moving across her body, over her stomach and hipbones, her skin tingling.
Rachel's hands moved to slide off the other girl's underwear. Quinn kicked them off.
"God, Quinn," Rachel whispered as her fingers brushed the sensitive skin of Quinn's inner thigh. Quinn's breathing was heavy on Rachel's neck, lingering on her skin like a perfume. Rachel dipped two fingers into Quinn's heat and Quinn cried out, one hand tangled in brown locks, the other gripping the shelf next to her for support. Rachel leant forward and kissed Quinn's neck, sucking at the skin and Quinn rolled her head back, her hips bucking forward simultaneously.
Rachel pumped her fingers, slow at first until the frustrated whines from Quinn told her not to ride it out. She increased her pace, her fingers twisting and twirling, and felt Quinn's grip in her hair tighten to the point that it was almost painful. Rachel curled her fingers and felt Quinn's entire body shake against her, a sharp cry in her ear and fingernails scratched against the back of her neck.
Once Quinn's breaths had become less jagged, Rachel pressed her lips against the other girl's once again, her hands impatiently moving over skin. Eyes met again and Quinn's fingers trailed up Rachel's thigh in soft circles. Rachel's eyes were closed tight in anticipation when Quinn moved inside her. The brunette moaned in relief and held Quinn's back, her palms against shoulder blades.
Quinn twisted her fingers, which elicited a low groan from Rachel. She took this as encouragement and rubbed circles even faster, moving her head to watch Rachel's expression carefully. She crooked her fingers as Rachel had done to her and hit that spot, Rachel crying out as she reached her release.
The closet was filled with a satisfied silence as both girls pressed their foreheads together, eyes closed. When their heartbeats had slowed, Rachel moved back and met Quinn's hazel eyes. "Now do you want to talk about it?" she said with a smile. Quinn smiled back, her eyes shining as she gently placed her hand on Rachel's cheek.
"Hey, you guys. Mr. Schue said you can come out now," they heard Puck's voice call from outside. Quinn and Rachel jumped back from each other, their pulses escalating, this time for an unwelcome reason. They saw the doorknob twisting and shaking but it didn't give way.
Hands scurried across the small floor to grab items of clothing as Quinn yelled out, "We're locked in, you moron."
They were given a few more minutes as they heard footsteps move away from the closet. Quinn slipped her dress over her head and quickly pulled on the shoes she'd carelessly abandoned not so long ago.
In the corridor, Santana sighed and begrudgingly handed Puck the key and the door opened, just as Rachel hastily buttoned up her shirt.
"Whoa, what happened in here?" Puck said as he stared at the two girls, both with mussed hair, flushed cheeks, standing close but not too close.
Before either of them could stutter out an answer, Puck said, "Shit, did you to have a catfight? Ladies, ladies, you don't need to fight over me. There's enough Puckasaurus to go around." He grinned and turned back to Santana who had her eyebrows raised at Quinn in confusion. "Remember when you and Mercedes fought over me, babe? That was hot," he said.
Santana rolled her eyes and stared at Quinn. "What on earth-" Her eyes widened as she saw the panties discarded on the floor. Quinn's eyes followed Santana's and her mouth fell open in horror, while Puck and Rachel stood, blissfully unaware. Santana's gaze fell on Quinn and she swallowed, her nose crinkled in disgust.
"Never. Tell me."
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LJ name: overthetiber
ABOUT THE FIC THAT YOU ARE REQUESTING
Character(s) or pairing(s): any, but I prefer het, femslash, or multi-gender poly pairings.
Do you prefer R or NC-17 smut?: either is fine!
Prompts (minimum of 3, no maximum!):
1. any cheerleader or football player/any “outcast”, denial and UST
2. Emma/Terri, courtship
3. Artie/Santana, snark or trash talk
4. Mercedes/Puck, drunken serenade, confessions, hurt/comfort
5. Santana/Tina, masquerade ball
6. Finn/Tina or Puck/Tina, schoolgirl outfit
7. Quinn/Rachel, wipe that smile off your face
Things you DON’T want in your story (kinks or sex acts that gross you out, characters you despise, etc.): Please no noncon, watersports/scat, or character bashing.
Title: It’s Not Me, It’s You
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Rachel/Quinn
Warnings: N/A
Word count: 5170
Disclaimer: This Glee fanfiction is based upon the television show of the same name. All characters and situations other than my own are sole property of Ryan Murphy Productions and 20th Century Fox Television.
Summary: Rachel is very persistant.
A/N: Thanks a huge amount to rhap_chan for beta’ing this!
Rachel was leaning against a wall, trying to block out the sounds of a song that could barely be described as music, when a strong hand pulled her into the garden. She turned around, fists clenched and ready to punch, when she saw that it was Quinn who had dragged her, droopy-eyed and smiling lazily.
"Berry," Quinn said, leaning close to Rachel.
Rachel looked at her cautiously. "Quinn, are you all right?"
"I'm bored out of my brain," Quinn replied nonchalantly.
Rachel stared back at Quinn, awed at the fact that the blonde was talking to her without any venom in her words.
Quinn leant back and met Rachel's eyes. "Entertain me."
"Um," Rachel stuttered. "I'm not quite sure what you mean."
"I don't know, do something. I am so bored right now and I don't want to hang around with anyone in there," Quinn said, waving her arm in the direction of the room that currently housed more than 50 inebriated teenagers.
"But you want to hang out with me?" Rachel asked, incredulous.
"No. I said I want you to entertain me. Do something. I don't know…" Quinn stumbled and gripped onto Rachel's cardigan for support. Rachel's arms immediately sprung out and took a hold of Quinn.
"Quinn, are you drunk?" Rachel said in a harsh whisper.
"A little bit." Quinn laughed and let go of Rachel only to stumble again. She fell back against a wall, bringing the other girl with her. In a surprisingly swift motion for someone in her state, Quinn flipped both of them around so now Rachel was pinned against the wall.
Quinn leant close to Rachel and giggled. "Hi. You have a big nose." She reached out and prodded it gently with her finger, moving her head closer so that her warm breath hit Rachel's neck.
Rachel's eyebrows furrowed and a slight pout formed on her lips. "That may be so, but Barbra Strei-" Rachel was cut off by the feel of Quinn's soft lips pressed against hers.
She gasped and before she had time to properly process what was happening, Quinn had pulled back. The blonde said nothing but pushed off the wall and rushed back through the doors and into the living room.
-
"Did you kiss Berry?"
Quinn jumped and tore her eyes away from her chemistry homework, turning her head to see Santana staring down at her, looking amused.
"What? No!" she said hotly.
Santana leant forward, her elbows propped up on Quinn's desk, with a smile stretched across her mouth. "Word is you totally kissed her last night."
Quinn felt a lump in her throat. "Right, so you believe Yeti's word over mine?"
"She's not the one going around saying things. Puck is."
-
Quinn scanned the crowd in the school hallway; searching for the mohawk-sporting imbecile she called a friend. She spotted him leaning casually against his locker, his lips in a stupid pout and making eyes at every girl that passed by. Quinn inhaled a deep breath and charged towards him.
"Were you dropped on your head as a child? What is wrong with you?" Quinn said in a low tone as she approached him.
Puck put up his hands in defence, his eyes going wide. "Whoa, calm down. What are you talking about?"
Quinn stared at him and laughed briefly before stepping close towards him, her infamous glare in her eyes. Puck pushed back against the locker, his hands still raised. He didn't like to admit it, but Quinn Fabray scared the crap out of him.
"You've been spreading lies about me and telling people that I kissed Yentyl last night."
Puck breathed out and visibly relaxed. "Hey, I have not been spreading lies. I don't lie, ever. I saw you and Berry going at it last night and anyway, I only told Santana."
Quinn gritted her teeth and rested her hand on the locker door, close to Puck's head. "We were not going at it! She caught me by surprise and kissed me. I pulled away as quick as I could and ran out of there."
Puck smirked. "It didn't look like that from where I was standing. And let me tell you, it was hot. Are you planning on do it again? 'Cause I'd like to bring my video camera next time." Quinn punched him in the arm.
Puck sighed and tilted his head. "It's really obvious you dig chicks. Don't fight it; embrace it." Damn, am I really that obvious, or is Puck that perceptive? "I mean, any girl who doesn't wanna go out with the Puckerone must not be into guys. There's no other explanation." Nope, he's a dumbass.
Quinn stepped backwards and met his eyes. "Read my lips: I'm not into her, okay? It was some stupid accident and it'll never happen again."
"Whatever you say, Baby Mama."
-
"Hi, Quinn," Rachel said as the blonde exited a classroom.
Quinn turned, the smile on her face disappearing instantly. She grabbed Rachel's arm and pulled her to the side, away from her classmates. "What do you want?"
Rachel smiled, unfazed by Quinn's less-than-friendly greeting. "Primarily, I wanted to check if you were okay. You were under the influence of alcohol last night and I wasn't sure if you made it home safely. I called you a lot; I was very concerned."
"I got home fine. Can I go now?"
Rachel looked down briefly and hesitated. "Also, I wanted to talk about what happened last night," she said quietly. She met Quinn's eyes, hopeful.
"It's not a big deal, whatever," Quinn replied, looking at her fingernails.
"But Quinn, you kissed me and I think we should talk about this." Rachel paused and took a deep breath. "Do you have feelings for me?"
Quinn laughed. "And what on earth would give you that idea?"
"You kissed me."
"I did it to shut you up. You were about to go off on a big rant about Streisand and I really did not want to hear it so I kissed you. It seemed to work, if I remember correctly."
Rachel sighed, her eyes sympathetic. "Quinn, I understand that this must be a difficult time for you, and I want you to know that I'm here for you to talk to." She slowly reached out and placed her hand on Quinn's upper arm. Quinn's eyes followed Rachel's hand for a moment and then met large brown eyes again, confident and asserting.
"I was drunk and obviously not thinking straight last night. It meant nothing, deal with it," Quinn said.
"It's okay, Quinn," Rachel said softly. But Quinn's gaze hardened and she shrugged off Rachel's hand before brushing past her and walking away.
Quinn forced herself not to look back and let herself get lost in Rachel's deep, wide eyes. She felt a pang of guilt run through her as she replayed the scene and the words she'd said in her head. Ever since she'd had Beth and re-joined the Cheerios, Quinn had promised herself that she wouldn't revert back to the girl she'd once been: bitchy, ruthless and unforgiving. While she'd been pregnant, it'd been easy for her to ignore Rachel; Rachel had been flittering between Jesse and Finn (and possibly Puck as well) and Quinn had so many of her own issues to deal with that the girls had been almost in a state of solidarity. A well-disguised occasional forlorn look at Rachel was the only indulgence Quinn would allow herself when it came to her feelings. After Beth, they'd continued in this state of barely acknowledging each other: no words, no actions and no drama. But with less distraction, Quinn began to fall into her emotions again, and the night of that party, she'd let her control slip from underneath her. When Rachel tried to force her to deal, it had resulted in the emergence of that darker side of her out of fear - that fear turning into anger, anger that Rachel didn't deserve.
-
"Quinn!"
Quinn turned around and groaned. Rachel Berry was running towards her, shiny hair flowing wildly as she did so. It was hard not to lash out at Rachel if she was constantly there.
"I was wondering if we could talk-"
"I already told you yesterday; there is nothing to talk about," Quinn said, interrupting her.
Rachel stood up straighter. She tilted her head and let her eyes meet Quinn's. "You caught me off guard yesterday, but it is obvious that you were lying. I feel that it is important that we discuss what happened and what we will do about it."
Quinn rolled her eyes and stepped closer, enjoying how she towered over the brunette. "I don't want to talk about it because there is nothing to say. I don't like you. I'm pretty sure you're the most annoying person I've ever met." Annoying for making me like you.
"The reason you can barely tolerate me is because you have feelings for me," Rachel said in a matter-of-fact way.
"Now if that isn't completely inane logic, I don't know what is." Quinn moved to walk past her.
"Your behavior is actually incredibly textbook and much conforms to the stereotype of a repressed lesbian. If I weren't so attracted to you, I'd want to investigate and interview you; it's fascinating."
Quinn's short fuse blew. She pushed Rachel until her head hit against a wall.
"I'm not surprised that you like girls since your family is so 'yay gay' but you need to get it through your big nose that I'm not interested in you. I hear Santana and Brittany recently came out about their relationship. Why don't you go and proposition one of them if you're so desperate, instead of following me around like some stupid lovesick puppy? I don't like you. I never will."
Rachel's smile barely faltered throughout Quinn's speech, which angered her even more. Instead, Rachel had a smug look on her face. "You can deny all you want, Quinn. I can read you like a book and I'm not blind. I can see it when you stare at me, you know? I understand that due to your internalized homophobia, it is natural for you to deny this at first, but you will come around. Love trumps all, always. I'm willing to wait for you to finally stop repressing yourself."
Quinn stood there, her mouth opening and closing silently for a few moments before she found words. "In your dreams, Treasure Trail." She turned and walked away, cursing herself for giving such a weak comeback.
-
"Hey, is something wrong? You seem kinda jumpy," Puck said. He dropped his plate onto the table and sat opposite Quinn.
Quinn looked up from the food she'd been picking at idly and smiled at him. Minutes prior, she'd been deep in thought about, of all people, Rachel Berry.
"That stupid troll keeps bothering me," she replied bitterly.
Puck interpreted this in his own way. "Berry won't put out? Do you want me to kidnap her? 'Cause I totally want to look out for my baby mama, so if she's what you want, then I'll do it. But you can't hurt her either since I gotta look out for my fellow Jews, too," Puck said with a straight face.
"Will you please stop talking?" Quinn said, leaning back and rubbing her temples. "I already told you; I don't like her. I don't have feelings for her and I definitely do not want to be with her, okay?"
"Yeah, and I'm not a stud. You want her, you know it," Puck said, his eyebrows waggling suggestively. "I'll help you land her. Just promise you'll let me watch next time you hook up."
"Why are you so insistent that I like her? Do you? Or is your ego so big that you really do think any girl who doesn't want to date you must be gay?"
Puck smiled and took a large bite of his burger before answering. "Berry? I'm way past high-school girls now. Puckerone is now a full-time pursuer of MILF's." He paused to look at her. "Speaking of which, I bet your mom's a total hottie. How is she?"
"Ew, you're disgusting!" Quinn said, crinkling her nose and hitting him with the back of her hand. She got up, turned her back to him and began walking away.
"Hey, it was just a joke! That's like incest, right?" he called after her.
-
Quinn leant back in her chair and stifled a yawn. She glanced at the clock on the wall; five more minutes until glee was over. Mr. Schuester was rambling on about whatever this week's lesson was, something about teamwork and friendship, when he announced that he was holding a duet competition. He walked over to the piano and picked up a clipboard, his eyes scanning the paper as he read out the names of the pairs.
"Rachel," he said, pointing his pencil at her. "You're working with Quinn."
Quinn looked over and saw that Rachel was beaming at her. Quinn ignored the urge to smile back at her and shifted in her chair, placing a scowl on her face instead. This cannot be happening.
The minute glee club was over and the classroom emptied, Quinn walked up to Mr. Schuester.
"Mr. Schuester, I was wondering if you could change around the pairings for the duet competition? I'd prefer not to work with Rachel," she said, smiling sweetly. She held her hands behind her back and looked up at him innocently.
Mr. Schuester looked at her and waved his clipboard. "I'm sorry Quinn, but I've made up my mind."
"But please, Mr. Schuester, we don't get along, at all. We won't get anything done. Please, I can work with anyone else but her," she replied, calmly and with false concern. The look in her eyes however, showed thinly veiled desperation.
"Well then, this is the perfect opportunity for you and Rachel to explore this week's lesson." He leant closer to her and began speaking in his hushed, inspired voice. "For New Directions to really work, we must move beyond this level of respect for each other purely as singers and move to a situation where we respect each other as people. This will be good for the both of you and hopefully you two can overcome your animosity by working together." He leant back and shuffled his papers together. "In fact, I'm sure the two of you working together will lead to friendship. Music and teamwork has the power to bring people together, Quinn," he added, ever the optimist.
Quinn suppressed her desire to roll her eyes and gave him a slight smile before sighing. She was stuck with Rachel Berry.
-
"Hey, Quinn," a familiar voice called.
Quinn grinned as she looked up from her book and saw Mercedes walking towards her. She waved and Mercedes sat down, dropping her backpack to the floor.
Mercedes smiled back before narrowing her eyes and looking closely at Quinn. "Is something going on between you and Rachel?"
Quinn felt her heart skip a beat. Mercedes knows too? Quinn decided to play it cool and innocent, not wanting to give away too much. "No, why?"
"It's just that," Mercedes began. She looked around the library briefly before leaning closer. "She keeps asking about you, all the time and she keeps following me. And let me tell you, the girl is not subtle, at all."
"Just tell her to leave you alone. I don't know what her problem is but there is nothing going on between us," Quinn said, staring hard at the wall behind Mercedes in determination not to give herself away.
Mercedes leant back in her chair and raised her eyebrows. "Uh huh, I'm so sure."
Quinn sat there for a moment, trying to think of a response. Ignoring Mercedes' knowing gaze, she said, "Can we talk about something else, please? All this talk about Man Hands is making me feel ill."
-
"Stop stalking me, Freakazoid."
Rachel turned to greet Quinn, smiling widely. "Hi, Quinn!" Wow, she is so frustratingly oblivious. Did she even hear what I just said?
Quinn breathed in deeply though her nostrils. "No. Stop this, now. Stop thinking that there is any chance that I like you, and stop stalking my friends. I don't know why you can't get this; leave me alone," she said, drawing out the last sentence.
Rachel hugged her books close to her chest and looked up at Quinn, her vulnerability showing in her dark brown eyes. Yet, she replied as confidently as ever, "You know what, Quinn? I've changed my mind; you definitely aren't worth the wait. I deserve better than this; I deserve better than you."
Quinn laughed and met her eyes, her glower hiding the sadness in her voice.
"Believe whatever you want. Just stay away from me."
-
10 minutes later and Rachel and Quinn were in glee club together, their voices escalating as they engaged in an argument over the song they'd perform for their duet. Quinn watched as Rachel held her ground, both hands on her hips, her head swaying slightly as she made her next point. Rachel moved closer, her eyes squinted, as she rambled on about something. Quinn studied the girl's features closely and swallowed. She's weirdly beautiful when she's mad. Wait, what am I saying? Eww, gross. I do not like that thing.
"No, there is no way we are singing that!" Quinn shouted in response to Rachel's demand that they perform a song from Les Misérables. She glared down at the girl in front on her, her eyes like daggers.
"That is enough, you guys!" Rachel and Quinn both jumped and looked away from each other. Mr. Schue was at their side, a disappointed look on his face.
"We haven't got time to argue; Regionals is in a month and we need to choose our third song. You're disrupting everyone else and creating a negative, unfriendly environment. You are going to work this out, right now. Go into that closet across the hall and figure this out. I can't have the both of you arguing."
"But Mr. Schuester-" Rachel began.
"No, Rachel. It's important that both you and Quinn learn to get along and work with each other. We are a team, and a team respects each other, no exceptions." He turned and pointed at Santana. "Santana, accompany them outside."
Santana grinned and motioned for them to follow. They left the classroom and crossed the hall to the closet door. "Can't we just go into an empty classroom?" Quinn asked.
"No," Santana said as she swung the door open. Rachel slowly walked in, followed by Quinn, and Santana smiled at them both before shutting the door with a bang. Rachel and Quinn were both turned away from each other, when they heard the fumbling of a key in a lock.
"Hey, Santana! What are you doing?" Quinn shouted.
"Locking you in," she replied calmly, her smile reflecting in her voice.
Quinn hit the door and turned to Rachel with gritted teeth. "Great. My worst nightmare has come true." She ignored the voice in her head that told her this situation was similar to the start of a dream she often had.
Rachel had her arms crossed and had an inscrutable look on her face. "Oh look, we're in a closet. How ironic."
Quinn rolled her eyes and crossed her own arms firmly. "Shut up. This is all your fault."
"You are the one who started it, Quinn," Rachel said, glaring at her.
"Yeah, maybe, but it's your fault for being so annoying!"
Rachel began her argument again. "I know what the judges at Regionals will want; results show that strong Broadway ballads favor highly with the judges, especially over whatever crunk-type song Mercedes or any other member will inevitably choose."
"You are so conceited. Have you ever thought that people in glee are just as good, if not better than you? I'm pretty sure Mercedes could sing a ballad as well as you could."
"You're missing the point, Quinn. I am not saying I should be the one to sing the ballad at Regionals, I am merely saying that I should choose our solo song because in this instance, I do know best. Singing the latest Lady Gaga song will not take us through to Nationals and we cannot afford to lose this year."
"I need you to stop talking. Your voice is so screechy that it's killing my ears."
"Of course, the real reason why we're arguing has nothing to do with the duet or my competitiveness." Quinn stared for a moment. It was true, she was arguing with Rachel for the sake of arguing; it was an effective distraction from… other thoughts of Rachel and besides, Rachel was often really conceited and patronizing, and that made it easier for Quinn to be annoyed with her. But how Rachel knew that was beyond her.
"Did you even hear what I just said? And why do you always sound like you swallowed a dictionary?"
"Our Unresolved Sexual Tension is off the charts. I should know; I measured it."
What? Quinn opened her mouth to interrupt but Rachel carried on, stepping towards her. "It has always been clear that you have harbored feelings for me, whether you expressed it through turning your fear of your attraction to me to vicious behavior, or by constantly sexualizing me as shown through the use of nicknames such as 'Treasure Trail' and the drawing of pornographic images of me on the bathroom stalls."
Quinn's heart raced. "I love it when you prove my point."
"You obviously could not counter my argument and therefore had to result to insulting me and commenting on something petty."
Quinn bared her teeth and stepped forward, her fists clenched at her sides. "You think that you're so smart and that you've got everyone figured out," she said slowly, in a gravelly voice. "Well, I'll tell you - when it comes to me, you've got me completely wrong."
Rachel stepped closer and titled her head up, meeting Quinn's hazel eyes confidently. Not breaking her gaze, she said calmly, "I find that extremely hard to believe."
"Of course you do," Quinn said with a dangerous smile. "You can't possibly be wrong, can you?"
"I know you, Quinn Fabray, and you're a coward. You hide behind your emotions and lash out at me in anger because of how you feel for me. You're scared of who you are and though you won't admit it, you care about me much more than you let on. Rather than embracing your sexuality, you repress yourself in the hopes that your feelings will go away, but of course they cannot; it's not that simple."
The words rocketed Quinn's anger, and along with the anger came the truth. "It's not that you're a girl, it's that it's you!" she shouted, her hands flailing at either side of her head.
Rachel blinked a few times before looking at the floor. "I am not going to pretend and say that didn't hurt but-"
"You don't get it. This is so frustrating! I mean… you? A girl who I've spent years tormenting and picking on, someone whose every word used to irritate me? You? It's so confusing. Did I pick on you because I liked you, or did I fall for you later? When did I start to find you attractive?" Rachel's eyes went wide at that last sentence and her mouth trembled as she struggled to find words, but Quinn continued. "You're near the bottom of the heap; I'm at the top. You're the one who's supposed to be pathetically and hopelessly attracted to me, not the other way around!"
The awe in Rachel's soulful eyes has disappeared without a trace, replaced by a fiery anger that Quinn would hope she could match.
"Even when you care for someone, you can't help but be a bitch. You supposedly like me and yet all you do is slander me as though this is my entire fault. You expect me to empathize with you and I definitely do not."
"Why don't you just accept that you're a nobody? You don't matter. No one cares about you. Stop deluding yourself that someone does," Quinn said, her voice rising with every word. Her words were lies, awful lies, and Rachel could see right through them.
Rachel stepped forward. "Why don't you accept that you're a coward? A bitchy, insecure, coward?" she responded in a shrill voice.
"Stop thinking you've got me figured out!" Quinn shouted, her hands reaching out and pushing against Rachel. Rachel's back hit the back of the closet door and had she been taller, her head would have knocked against the top of a broom handle that was dangerously poking out of a shelf.
Quinn was breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink and her eyes dark and cloudy. "Do you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you?"
"I'm ironically turned on by your anger towards me," Rachel said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Quinn was trying to control herself and calm down, trying to breathe slowly and more evenly, when full, soft lips crashed against hers. Her hands immediately rushed to rest on Rachel's hips. Rachel's lips became more forceful and she slid her tongue into Quinn's mouth, the kiss sloppy and messy.
Quinn pulled back and looked at her, her breaths shallow and sharp. Their eyes locked in a heated gaze until Quinn couldn't take it anymore and closed her heavy eyelids. She shivered as she felt a hand gently brush her cheek and a thumb soothe circles into her skin. Quinn swallowed and opened her eyes again, letting herself fall into the spell she so often resisted. The air was thick with passion, desire and want. The girls' trembling hands showed their fear, their nervousness at the truth finally being revealed.
Quinn leant in and kissed Rachel again, her hands running up and down Rachel's sides. She pushed her whole body against the other girl and their tongues lapped and swirled in impatience. Rachel deepened the kiss, holding onto Quinn's hips tightly, and biting her lower lip. With every second, their heartbeats quickened, short, sweet moans escaping from their mouths.
They broke off once again and let their eyes meet. Quinn's dark pupils flashed with want and nerves. Things were left unsaid as Rachel moved her lips to Quinn's neck, kissing her protruding collarbone.
They moved silently and in time with each other, Quinn raising her arms so that Rachel could take off her dress for her. Gentle hands shook as they traced down Quinn's body and over smooth skin, exploring the new territory. Fingers skimmed over curves, leaving a trail of fire wherever they went. Hazel met brown once again and Quinn nodded, reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra and let it fall to the floor. Rachel unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off before sliding out of her jeans.
Rachel's hands traced Quinn's back while the blonde's hands remained firmly on Rachel's hips. Rachel took hold of Quinn's hands and placed them on her breasts. Quinn moaned and soothed Rachel's breasts. Her eyes closed as she felt Rachel's fingers moving across her body, over her stomach and hipbones, her skin tingling.
Rachel's hands moved to slide off the other girl's underwear. Quinn kicked them off.
"God, Quinn," Rachel whispered as her fingers brushed the sensitive skin of Quinn's inner thigh. Quinn's breathing was heavy on Rachel's neck, lingering on her skin like a perfume. Rachel dipped two fingers into Quinn's heat and Quinn cried out, one hand tangled in brown locks, the other gripping the shelf next to her for support. Rachel leant forward and kissed Quinn's neck, sucking at the skin and Quinn rolled her head back, her hips bucking forward simultaneously.
Rachel pumped her fingers, slow at first until the frustrated whines from Quinn told her not to ride it out. She increased her pace, her fingers twisting and twirling, and felt Quinn's grip in her hair tighten to the point that it was almost painful. Rachel curled her fingers and felt Quinn's entire body shake against her, a sharp cry in her ear and fingernails scratched against the back of her neck.
Once Quinn's breaths had become less jagged, Rachel pressed her lips against the other girl's once again, her hands impatiently moving over skin. Eyes met again and Quinn's fingers trailed up Rachel's thigh in soft circles. Rachel's eyes were closed tight in anticipation when Quinn moved inside her. The brunette moaned in relief and held Quinn's back, her palms against shoulder blades.
Quinn twisted her fingers, which elicited a low groan from Rachel. She took this as encouragement and rubbed circles even faster, moving her head to watch Rachel's expression carefully. She crooked her fingers as Rachel had done to her and hit that spot, Rachel crying out as she reached her release.
The closet was filled with a satisfied silence as both girls pressed their foreheads together, eyes closed. When their heartbeats had slowed, Rachel moved back and met Quinn's hazel eyes. "Now do you want to talk about it?" she said with a smile. Quinn smiled back, her eyes shining as she gently placed her hand on Rachel's cheek.
"Hey, you guys. Mr. Schue said you can come out now," they heard Puck's voice call from outside. Quinn and Rachel jumped back from each other, their pulses escalating, this time for an unwelcome reason. They saw the doorknob twisting and shaking but it didn't give way.
Hands scurried across the small floor to grab items of clothing as Quinn yelled out, "We're locked in, you moron."
They were given a few more minutes as they heard footsteps move away from the closet. Quinn slipped her dress over her head and quickly pulled on the shoes she'd carelessly abandoned not so long ago.
In the corridor, Santana sighed and begrudgingly handed Puck the key and the door opened, just as Rachel hastily buttoned up her shirt.
"Whoa, what happened in here?" Puck said as he stared at the two girls, both with mussed hair, flushed cheeks, standing close but not too close.
Before either of them could stutter out an answer, Puck said, "Shit, did you to have a catfight? Ladies, ladies, you don't need to fight over me. There's enough Puckasaurus to go around." He grinned and turned back to Santana who had her eyebrows raised at Quinn in confusion. "Remember when you and Mercedes fought over me, babe? That was hot," he said.
Santana rolled her eyes and stared at Quinn. "What on earth-" Her eyes widened as she saw the panties discarded on the floor. Quinn's eyes followed Santana's and her mouth fell open in horror, while Puck and Rachel stood, blissfully unaware. Santana's gaze fell on Quinn and she swallowed, her nose crinkled in disgust.
"Never. Tell me."
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LJ name: overthetiber
ABOUT THE FIC THAT YOU ARE REQUESTING
Character(s) or pairing(s): any, but I prefer het, femslash, or multi-gender poly pairings.
Do you prefer R or NC-17 smut?: either is fine!
Prompts (minimum of 3, no maximum!):
1. any cheerleader or football player/any “outcast”, denial and UST
2. Emma/Terri, courtship
3. Artie/Santana, snark or trash talk
4. Mercedes/Puck, drunken serenade, confessions, hurt/comfort
5. Santana/Tina, masquerade ball
6. Finn/Tina or Puck/Tina, schoolgirl outfit
7. Quinn/Rachel, wipe that smile off your face
Things you DON’T want in your story (kinks or sex acts that gross you out, characters you despise, etc.): Please no noncon, watersports/scat, or character bashing.