FIC: Beat, Incomplete (3/3) - NC17
Title: Beat, Incomplete (3/3)
Author: kben and meggygurl
Rating: NC17
Length: 3751 (22,000 total)
Spoilers: Through Journey
Summary: That morning, Rachel Berry was a virgin. By the end of the day, she'd had sex with Quinn Fabray, like, five times.
Notes: This is kind of just porn. But it's porn with heart. And maybe a touch of plot. And some fluff. So, really, it's porn and stuff (and stuff). The title's from Like a Virgin.
PART TWO
The next morning, Quinn got up, showered, and dressed just like any other day. She’d managed to make it through her homework the night before and texted a couple random messages to Rachel before going to sleep (but kept it fairly ambiguous to avoid it leading to anything). After inhaling a bowl of instant oatmeal and grabbing a bottled smoothie from the fridge, the blonde headed off to school.
Rachel was up at her usual six am, drank a smoothie and was working out on time. After, she showered and got dressed for school. Today was a purple plaid skirt and a purple blouse with white knee socks. Her hair was half back and she was determined to have a good day, even if everything exploded with Quinn today at school. She stood at her locker getting her books for the day.
Quinn spotted Rachel from down the hall. She moved up to the other girl’s locker, partially blocked from sight by the locker door.
Rachel shut the locker, looking down at her books. When she looked back up Quinn was just there, and she jumped a little. “Hi.”
“Hi,” the blonde replied. “Sorry if I scared you. Did you know you’re always super intense when you’re at your locker?”
“Am I?” Rachel asked, a little confused. “How am I super intense?”
“Just... you’re always really focused on whatever’s inside,” Quinn nodded toward the locker. “I always wondered what you had in there. Not that I’ve... watched you a lot or anything.”
“Well, my minions are kept in there. Of course. Isn’t that where you keep yours?” Rachel smiled.
“Yeah, but they’re in my Cheerios locker. My regular locker’s just for books and stuff.” Quinn returned the smile and looked down the hall toward the first period Lit class they had together. “Wanna walk with me?”
“You sure? We are in school.” Rachel looked at her, a little confused.
“I’m aware of where we are, Berry.” Quinn leaned closer. “It’s not like I asked to hold your hand or carry your books or something.” Though, really, upon request, Quinn would have done either. Or both.
Blushing, Rachel nodded and moved with her down the hallway. “Right. So um, did you get your homework done?”
“Yeah. It was a lot easier without all the... distractions.” Quinn spotted a group of jocks ahead who took one look at Rachel heading their way and sneered. She shot them a look that suggested, Don’t even think about it, and they made faces back at her, but then backed off.
Rachel stiffened at their looks, looking worried. She scanned for slushies, but didn’t see any. Good. She was okay for now.
As they passed by the jocks, Quinn heard one of them mutter something, to which she simply replied, “Bite me, Karofsky.”
One of them stuck his foot out and tripped Rachel up. She didn’t fall, but she almost did.
Quinn spun around to face the offending jock, invading his personal space, her arms crossed over her check. “Listen to me, jerk off. Try shit like that, again, and I will have Puckerman and Hudson personally impale your pretty little sports car on the flag pole.”
“Whatever, Queerio,” replied the jock, rolling his eyes.
The blonde didn’t back down. “And if that doesn’t get through to you, I’ll have all my Cheerios withholding sex by the weekend. Got it?”
Rachel was frowning, a little shocked. “It’s okay Quinn. Let’s go.”
At Rachel’s request, Quinn pulled back and began to move with the other girl toward class. “I hate that they think they can get away with whatever they want.” She glanced at the brunette. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, that wasn’t that bad.” Rachel assured her. She smoothed down her skirt some and they made it to their Lit class. “Really, for them that was almost friendly.”
“Still... it’s crap,” Quinn insisted, before moving to her seat, which was two rows over and one ahead of Rachel’s.
Rachel nodded. “Yeah, it is.” She took her seat, glancing over at the blonde.
It was much easier being in class, that it was being alone somewhere with the brunette. At least here, there were distractions. Still, Quinn couldn’t help stealing glances at the other girl.
The bell could not ring soon enough for Rachel. When it finally did, she collected her things and moved towards the door.
There were about twelve people between Quinn and Rachel, so the blonde wasn’t able to catch her before she left the classroom. Once she hit the hall she looked both ways but didn’t see the other girl. Bummed that the brunette had possibly just ditched her, the blonde headed for her locker to switch her books.
Which was where Rachel was leaning, her books pressed to her chest. She met Quinn’s eyes as she moved down the hallway, then pushed a note into the blonde’s locker. Then, she turned and headed down the hallway.
Quinn watched as Rachel dropped something into her locker before she walked away. Weird. The blonde made her way over to where the brunette had just been, then spun the dial, entering her combination. Once the door was open she spotted the note and grabbed it.
The note read:
Meet me in the choir room at exactly 10:43am.
I'm wearing red.
-Rach
The blonde looked off in the direction where she’d last seen Rachel, but the girl was long gone. And, she’d been wearing purple, which meant she either planned to change or...
Quinn took a deep breath and grabbed the book for her next class, then shut the locker, leaving the note inside. 10:43 would come right in the middle of fourth period. So, she started thinking up excuses for a hall pass, right away.
Rachel had a plan. It was actually a really simple plan. Mr. Schuester taught Spanish in fourth period and it was freshmen, which meant he never left. So, his office was always empty. His office connected to the choir room. She was there at 10:40, sitting at the piano, nervous Quinn wouldn’t show.
Around ten-thirty, Quinn started to get nervous, because Mr. Hutchinson was still lecturing and he almost always made people (even Cheerios) wait until he was finished before he let them have a hall pass. Fortunately, at exactly 10:39, he was finished, and easily granted the blonde permission to use the restroom.
Trying not to run (because she still had four minutes and didn’t want to attract attention to herself), she made it to the choir room by 10:42. She walked in to find Rachel sitting on the piano bench. While she wasn’t sure what the singer was up to, Quinn had good mind to shut the door behind her.
“Hey,” she said. “I think I even made it with a whole minute to spare.”
Rachel turned around and looked at her. She smiled then stood up and walked to where the blonde was. Without a word, she took her hand and led her into the office. She shut and locked it once they were inside. “Mr. Schuester should really learn to lock his office.”
“Yeah, someone might come in here and make unauthorized photocopies or something. Though something tells me that’s not what we’re up to.” Quinn let her eyes roam down Rachel’s body, lingering on her legs (damn, they were good legs), then back up. “All I see is purple. You said something about red?”
Smirking, Rachel closed the blinds on the window that looked into the choir room. “I did.” She moved to his desk, and sat on the edge of it. Then, she slowly started unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a red bra.
Quinn realized her mouth was hanging open and she finally made the effort to shut it. Briefly, anyway, because she immediately said, “Red’s my power color, you know.” She cheerleader stepped forward, leaning close to Rachel, her hands on either side of the edge of the desk. “But, it looks good on you.”
“I know.” Rachel stated, though she didn’t clarify what she knew. “Quinn? Are we going to keep making witty banter, or are you going to take advantage of the ten minutes we have during the school day for you to get in my skirt?” The brunette asked, tilting her head and looking at the blonde.
Instead of a verbal answer, Quinn dipped her head down and lightly nipped at the base of Rachel’s neck. One knee slid forward, nudging the smaller girl’s legs apart, and a hand moved up off the desk and traveled up her inner thigh. There was definitely no time to waste.
Rachel let out a soft sound, her knees sliding open. Her own hands went to Quinn’s waist, rubbing circles on her hips with her thumbs. “I was worried you weren’t going to show up.” She mumbled, her eyelids fluttering.
“As much as I really wanted to try and make it through today without touching you, I was really, really happy to get your note.” Quinn’s hand slid higher, fingers tracing the edge of Rachel’s panties. She peaked an eyebrow and casually lifted up the brunette’s skirt. The panties matched the red bra. “I was wondering if it was a matching set.”
“We can try again tomorrow.” Rachel replied, flushing a little at Quinn’s comment. “They’re new. I mean, newer. I didn’t buy them just for you or anything. There wouldn’t have logically been time after you left for me to run out and buy some underwear...” The brunette rambled.
Rachel really did talk too much. But Quinn was really starting to like it. Especially right now, when it was clear she rambled because she was kind of nervous. Instead of telling the other girl to shut up, the blonde traced her tongue over her collarbone while the hand still under the singer’s skirt pushed the red fabric aside. “It’s not even noon, and you’re already this worked up?” she asked as her fingertips glided over wetness.
“You were in first period with me.” Rachel whimpered, as though that explained everything. And to the brunette, it kind of did. She shuddered slightly, running her hands down to cup Quinn’s ass, pulling her closer.
“So, basically,” Quinn began, fingers sliding upward where she began to circle her fingers. “You’re saying that being around me gets you all hot and bothered?” The blonde’s lips moved up Rachel’s neck.
“Yes, that’s pretty much it.” Rachel moaned out. Her own hands found their way under the Cheerio skirt, pressing up against her center.
The cheerleader adjusted her footing so she was a little more stable (just in case). Her mouth moved to Rachel’s ear. “I don’t even remember what they talked about in my last two classes, because all I could think about was this.” Quinn shifted her hand, pushing one finger deep into the other girl.
It didn’t take long for Rachel to figure out she loathed these bloomers. But her fingers were small and nimble, so it wasn’t hard to move them out of the way and run the tips of her fingers through Quinn’s folds. Her own hips rocked and she whimpered out softly. “Oh god, I don’t even know what my last two classes were.”
Quinn let out soft gasp as Rachel’s fingers maneuvered between her legs. Then she laughed a little. “I hope you at least went to the right ones.” Maybe it was time to stop talking. The blonde brought her lips to the smaller girl’s, the realization that they hadn’t kissed since the night before filling it with hunger and need. She worked her finger faster, pressing her palm against the brunette’s clit for extra stimulation.
Rachel whimpered and pushed a finger inside the blonde. Her tongue moved against the blonde’s and she matched the other girl’s pace with her fingers. Her own hips rocked into Quinn’s hands, desperately.
Teeth tugging at the brunette’s bottom lip, Quinn increased the intensity of her strokes, knowing time was a major factor. She rolled her hips in sync with Rachel’s movements, not really caring if she got off, but focusing on trying to make sure the other girl did.
Which was... an interesting development.
Rachel, on the other hand did care if Quinn got off. In fact, she did not plan on letting the blonde leave until she got off. Which is why she added another finger, curling them inside Quinn, pressing her fingers against her g-spot.
Quinn whimpered, her forehead pressed against Rachel’s. Carefully, remembering the brunette’s comment from the previous night about being a little sore, she added a second finger on the next stroke, mimicking what the singer was doing to her. If she was going over, she was definitely taking Rachel with her.
Rachel was close. Very close. So, she wanted to make sure Quinn was close, too. Mumbling against her lips, Rachel commanded, “Quinn... come with me.” She twisted her fingers and firmly pressed her thumb against her clit. Then, Rachel was coming, hard, around Quinn’s fingers, whimpering her name.
At Rachel’s request, Quinn was already shuddering and the added stimulation just tipped her over the edge. She kissed the brunette as she came, groaning and trembling, because the fact that they’d managed to do it together was kind of a fucking amazing feeling.
Rachel was panting softly against the blonde’s lips. “Fuck.” Her fingers stilled and she just sat there breathing for a moment. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” Quinn replied, voice still thick. “Wow.” Her eyes were closed as she nuzzled her nose against Rachel’s before kissing her, again.
That made Rachel smile as she kissed her back.
She didn’t care what Quinn said, this was more than just sex.
It had never really been just sex for Quinn. Yeah, it had started as a favor or something like that, but she wouldn’t have even volunteered to help Rachel if there hadn’t been some kind of... feelings or whatever. She just didn’t think it would matter if she was harboring something for the singer, because why would Rachel Berry feel anything for her?
“We should get back to class.” Rachel mumbled, kissing her one more time. “Before we are both in trouble.” Rachel pulled her fingers out, then hesitated, bring them to her mouth and licking them clean. She closed her eyes for a moment, just enjoying the taste.
Quinn was about to reply when Rachel began licking her fingers. “Jesus Christ, Berry.” She didn’t give a crap about taking the Lord’s name in vain or whatever, because the sight in front of her made her weak in the knees. Literally. The blonde gripped the edge of the desk for support.
“Licking her lips, Rachel looked at Quinn. “Are you okay?” She asked, concerned for the Cheerleader. “You look... not okay?”
“I’m... definitely okay.” Quinn took a deep breath to steady herself. You just had sex, like, forty-five seconds ago, Fabray. Get some control. She couldn’t help but kiss Rachel, again.
Rachel kissed her back, sliding off the desk as she did so. Breaking apart, she smiled some. “We really need to get to class. Can I see you after school? I think... we should talk?”
“I have Cheerios until four-thirty, but after that, yeah.” Quinn nodded. “And if you actually want to talk, maybe we should meet somewhere where there are other people. Just, so we actually do... talk.”
“How about you meet me at the mall, in the food court?” Rachel offered, fixing her clothing.
“Sounds good. By the Orange Julius?” Quinn tried to check her reflection in one of the framed teacher’s awards on Mr. Schuester’s wall.
“Yup. I’ll see you there.” Giving Quinn a quick kiss on the cheek, then vanished out of the office.
Quinn spent the rest of her day trying to just pass the time. Things were getting a little dangerous due to how much she was distracted by her thoughts about Rachel. It was one thing to let her thoughts wander in Spanish, but another to let Hannah Sinclair fall on her ass during practice because Quinn had been focused on the various faces Rachel made when she sang and how they paralleled to the ones she made during sex.
“Q! Take a lap! When you get back, maybe your head will be out of your ass!” came Sue’s voice from the bullhorn. The blonde knew she’d earned it and was lucky it was just a single and not, like, a hundred.
At four-forty five, Rachel was sitting at a table near the Orange Julius, working on her homework. She didn’t expect Quinn for another fifteen minutes or so, and she as getting some stuff done. She’d been thinking all afternoon about what she would say to the blonde and was pretty sure she had a decent script down in her head.
After Cheerios, Quinn quickly showered and threw on a pair of jeans and an off-the-shoulder shirt with a tank top underneath it. Her hair was still damp when she got to the mall, but she didn’t really care, because she was focused on this meeting with Rachel. And she kind of hoped that if she wasn’t 100% put together, it might make it easier for the other girl to not think about sex so much. Because, well, Quinn knew she was pretty hot and her hair was one of her most defining attributes.
“Hey,” she said, sliding into the seat across from the brunette.
Rachel looked up from her homework daze and smiled. “Hey.” She closed her book and held up her hand. “Can I start? Good. Because I’ve been thinking and I think I can’t do this.” Running a hand through her hair, Rachel took a breath. “I don’t just sleep with people. I want more than that. And I know I’m Rachel Berry and you’ll never see me as anything else, but I can’t be with you, hoping for something else and never get it. So, I think it’s better if we don’t do that anymore. Because there is more, on my side. I didn’t wait just to give it up to you in the bathroom because you offered.”
Running out of air, Rachel breathed and looked at the blonde.
“You want to stop because you have... what? Feelings for me?” Quinn asked, trying to keep her voice steady. “And you’re convinced I’ll never seen you as anything but Rachel Berry.” She studied the other girl, as if trying to process it all. “You’re right. I won’t.”
“See, so in order to prevent my heart from being crushed, again, I think it’s better if we don’t see each other anymore.” Rachel explained evenly.
Quinn reached across the table, putting her hand over the brunette’s. “I don’t know about you, but the Rachel Berry I know is smart, motivated, talented, just conceited enough to know that I should have actually said ‘talented’ first, beautiful, and actually pretty sexy if you give her a chance. So, why would I see you as anything else?”
Rachel blinked. Wait, what? “What?” She asked, completely confused. “You think I’m...” She trailed off. “What?”
“Look, I might have gotten knocked up because of a bad day and I may have given a helping hand to a few Cheerios, but I don’t just sleep with people, either.” Quinn glanced down at their hands, then back up at Rachel. “There’s more on my side, too.”
“You don’t even like me, how can there be more on your side?” Rachel asked, bewildered.
“I honestly have no idea,” Quinn admitted. “But... there is. More. And, I actually stopped actively disliking you around December, tolerated you until about March, and since then I’ve thought you were actually pretty cool. I just... never said anything.”
Blinking, Rachel leaned back in her chair. This was not what she expected at all. “So,” Rachel started out. “Does this mean you want to... date?”
“Yeah, it does,” Quinn said, suddenly. “I mean, I’ve already met your dads, anyway. They seem to like me.” She leaned forward a little. “You wanna go out with me?”
Rachel looked utterly shocked. “I well. Yes. I do.” She did? She did! “Okay.” She nodded a little, still in shock.
A smile spread across Quinn’s face. She’d actually been unsure about what Rachel might say. “Okay,” she echoed. But there was one more question. “So, like, casual dating or... girlfriendy type dating?”
“Girlfriendy.” Rachel automatically replied. “I’m not casual at, like, anything I do.” She flushed a little and shrugged.
“Right.” Quinn laughed. “I must have forgotten who was talking to. Which is probably really bad form considering you’re my girlfriend.” Wow. That felt good to say.
“Girlfriend.” Rachel echoed, grinning. “Wow. That... is wow.” She couldn’t stop grinning.
“So, um, can I buy my girlfriend an Orange Julius?” Quinn asked, still unable to wipe the ear to ear smile off of her face. “Or maybe an ice cream or something?”
“I would love one.” Rachel said. “Orange Julius.” She was also grinning wide.
“Be right back.” Quinn turned to move for the juice stand, took a couple steps, then spun back around. She locked her eyes on Rachel’s, then quickly found herself back at the edge of the table, across of the other girl. The blonde leaned forward, placing her hands on either side of the singer’s face and kissing her, right there, in the Lima Mall food court.
Rachel was kissing Quinn in the middle of the Lima Mall Food Court. Now, she was pretty sure she was dreaming. Because... there was no way. Rachel had been ready for some secret under cover dating. Quinn would never want to come out. But, suddenly she had. In a really big way.
On the other hand, Rachel had never been too worried about her own reputation in this light, so she had no problems with kissing her back.
Quinn pulled back enough to catch Rachel’s eyes. “I hope that was okay. I just... I kinda learned last year that secrets... usually lead to trouble. And you deserve to be more than a secret, anyway.”
“That was more than okay. That was amazing.” Rachel replied, her cheeks a little flushed more from excitement than from the actual kiss.
Quinn stood up and took in the sight of the girl across the table. Rachel Berry: Girlfriend. Yeah, this was going to be good. Really good. “I’ll be right back with that Orange Julius.”
Author: kben and meggygurl
Rating: NC17
Length: 3751 (22,000 total)
Spoilers: Through Journey
Summary: That morning, Rachel Berry was a virgin. By the end of the day, she'd had sex with Quinn Fabray, like, five times.
Notes: This is kind of just porn. But it's porn with heart. And maybe a touch of plot. And some fluff. So, really, it's porn and stuff (and stuff). The title's from Like a Virgin.
PART TWO
The next morning, Quinn got up, showered, and dressed just like any other day. She’d managed to make it through her homework the night before and texted a couple random messages to Rachel before going to sleep (but kept it fairly ambiguous to avoid it leading to anything). After inhaling a bowl of instant oatmeal and grabbing a bottled smoothie from the fridge, the blonde headed off to school.
Rachel was up at her usual six am, drank a smoothie and was working out on time. After, she showered and got dressed for school. Today was a purple plaid skirt and a purple blouse with white knee socks. Her hair was half back and she was determined to have a good day, even if everything exploded with Quinn today at school. She stood at her locker getting her books for the day.
Quinn spotted Rachel from down the hall. She moved up to the other girl’s locker, partially blocked from sight by the locker door.
Rachel shut the locker, looking down at her books. When she looked back up Quinn was just there, and she jumped a little. “Hi.”
“Hi,” the blonde replied. “Sorry if I scared you. Did you know you’re always super intense when you’re at your locker?”
“Am I?” Rachel asked, a little confused. “How am I super intense?”
“Just... you’re always really focused on whatever’s inside,” Quinn nodded toward the locker. “I always wondered what you had in there. Not that I’ve... watched you a lot or anything.”
“Well, my minions are kept in there. Of course. Isn’t that where you keep yours?” Rachel smiled.
“Yeah, but they’re in my Cheerios locker. My regular locker’s just for books and stuff.” Quinn returned the smile and looked down the hall toward the first period Lit class they had together. “Wanna walk with me?”
“You sure? We are in school.” Rachel looked at her, a little confused.
“I’m aware of where we are, Berry.” Quinn leaned closer. “It’s not like I asked to hold your hand or carry your books or something.” Though, really, upon request, Quinn would have done either. Or both.
Blushing, Rachel nodded and moved with her down the hallway. “Right. So um, did you get your homework done?”
“Yeah. It was a lot easier without all the... distractions.” Quinn spotted a group of jocks ahead who took one look at Rachel heading their way and sneered. She shot them a look that suggested, Don’t even think about it, and they made faces back at her, but then backed off.
Rachel stiffened at their looks, looking worried. She scanned for slushies, but didn’t see any. Good. She was okay for now.
As they passed by the jocks, Quinn heard one of them mutter something, to which she simply replied, “Bite me, Karofsky.”
One of them stuck his foot out and tripped Rachel up. She didn’t fall, but she almost did.
Quinn spun around to face the offending jock, invading his personal space, her arms crossed over her check. “Listen to me, jerk off. Try shit like that, again, and I will have Puckerman and Hudson personally impale your pretty little sports car on the flag pole.”
“Whatever, Queerio,” replied the jock, rolling his eyes.
The blonde didn’t back down. “And if that doesn’t get through to you, I’ll have all my Cheerios withholding sex by the weekend. Got it?”
Rachel was frowning, a little shocked. “It’s okay Quinn. Let’s go.”
At Rachel’s request, Quinn pulled back and began to move with the other girl toward class. “I hate that they think they can get away with whatever they want.” She glanced at the brunette. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, that wasn’t that bad.” Rachel assured her. She smoothed down her skirt some and they made it to their Lit class. “Really, for them that was almost friendly.”
“Still... it’s crap,” Quinn insisted, before moving to her seat, which was two rows over and one ahead of Rachel’s.
Rachel nodded. “Yeah, it is.” She took her seat, glancing over at the blonde.
It was much easier being in class, that it was being alone somewhere with the brunette. At least here, there were distractions. Still, Quinn couldn’t help stealing glances at the other girl.
The bell could not ring soon enough for Rachel. When it finally did, she collected her things and moved towards the door.
There were about twelve people between Quinn and Rachel, so the blonde wasn’t able to catch her before she left the classroom. Once she hit the hall she looked both ways but didn’t see the other girl. Bummed that the brunette had possibly just ditched her, the blonde headed for her locker to switch her books.
Which was where Rachel was leaning, her books pressed to her chest. She met Quinn’s eyes as she moved down the hallway, then pushed a note into the blonde’s locker. Then, she turned and headed down the hallway.
Quinn watched as Rachel dropped something into her locker before she walked away. Weird. The blonde made her way over to where the brunette had just been, then spun the dial, entering her combination. Once the door was open she spotted the note and grabbed it.
The note read:
Meet me in the choir room at exactly 10:43am.
I'm wearing red.
-Rach
The blonde looked off in the direction where she’d last seen Rachel, but the girl was long gone. And, she’d been wearing purple, which meant she either planned to change or...
Quinn took a deep breath and grabbed the book for her next class, then shut the locker, leaving the note inside. 10:43 would come right in the middle of fourth period. So, she started thinking up excuses for a hall pass, right away.
Rachel had a plan. It was actually a really simple plan. Mr. Schuester taught Spanish in fourth period and it was freshmen, which meant he never left. So, his office was always empty. His office connected to the choir room. She was there at 10:40, sitting at the piano, nervous Quinn wouldn’t show.
Around ten-thirty, Quinn started to get nervous, because Mr. Hutchinson was still lecturing and he almost always made people (even Cheerios) wait until he was finished before he let them have a hall pass. Fortunately, at exactly 10:39, he was finished, and easily granted the blonde permission to use the restroom.
Trying not to run (because she still had four minutes and didn’t want to attract attention to herself), she made it to the choir room by 10:42. She walked in to find Rachel sitting on the piano bench. While she wasn’t sure what the singer was up to, Quinn had good mind to shut the door behind her.
“Hey,” she said. “I think I even made it with a whole minute to spare.”
Rachel turned around and looked at her. She smiled then stood up and walked to where the blonde was. Without a word, she took her hand and led her into the office. She shut and locked it once they were inside. “Mr. Schuester should really learn to lock his office.”
“Yeah, someone might come in here and make unauthorized photocopies or something. Though something tells me that’s not what we’re up to.” Quinn let her eyes roam down Rachel’s body, lingering on her legs (damn, they were good legs), then back up. “All I see is purple. You said something about red?”
Smirking, Rachel closed the blinds on the window that looked into the choir room. “I did.” She moved to his desk, and sat on the edge of it. Then, she slowly started unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a red bra.
Quinn realized her mouth was hanging open and she finally made the effort to shut it. Briefly, anyway, because she immediately said, “Red’s my power color, you know.” She cheerleader stepped forward, leaning close to Rachel, her hands on either side of the edge of the desk. “But, it looks good on you.”
“I know.” Rachel stated, though she didn’t clarify what she knew. “Quinn? Are we going to keep making witty banter, or are you going to take advantage of the ten minutes we have during the school day for you to get in my skirt?” The brunette asked, tilting her head and looking at the blonde.
Instead of a verbal answer, Quinn dipped her head down and lightly nipped at the base of Rachel’s neck. One knee slid forward, nudging the smaller girl’s legs apart, and a hand moved up off the desk and traveled up her inner thigh. There was definitely no time to waste.
Rachel let out a soft sound, her knees sliding open. Her own hands went to Quinn’s waist, rubbing circles on her hips with her thumbs. “I was worried you weren’t going to show up.” She mumbled, her eyelids fluttering.
“As much as I really wanted to try and make it through today without touching you, I was really, really happy to get your note.” Quinn’s hand slid higher, fingers tracing the edge of Rachel’s panties. She peaked an eyebrow and casually lifted up the brunette’s skirt. The panties matched the red bra. “I was wondering if it was a matching set.”
“We can try again tomorrow.” Rachel replied, flushing a little at Quinn’s comment. “They’re new. I mean, newer. I didn’t buy them just for you or anything. There wouldn’t have logically been time after you left for me to run out and buy some underwear...” The brunette rambled.
Rachel really did talk too much. But Quinn was really starting to like it. Especially right now, when it was clear she rambled because she was kind of nervous. Instead of telling the other girl to shut up, the blonde traced her tongue over her collarbone while the hand still under the singer’s skirt pushed the red fabric aside. “It’s not even noon, and you’re already this worked up?” she asked as her fingertips glided over wetness.
“You were in first period with me.” Rachel whimpered, as though that explained everything. And to the brunette, it kind of did. She shuddered slightly, running her hands down to cup Quinn’s ass, pulling her closer.
“So, basically,” Quinn began, fingers sliding upward where she began to circle her fingers. “You’re saying that being around me gets you all hot and bothered?” The blonde’s lips moved up Rachel’s neck.
“Yes, that’s pretty much it.” Rachel moaned out. Her own hands found their way under the Cheerio skirt, pressing up against her center.
The cheerleader adjusted her footing so she was a little more stable (just in case). Her mouth moved to Rachel’s ear. “I don’t even remember what they talked about in my last two classes, because all I could think about was this.” Quinn shifted her hand, pushing one finger deep into the other girl.
It didn’t take long for Rachel to figure out she loathed these bloomers. But her fingers were small and nimble, so it wasn’t hard to move them out of the way and run the tips of her fingers through Quinn’s folds. Her own hips rocked and she whimpered out softly. “Oh god, I don’t even know what my last two classes were.”
Quinn let out soft gasp as Rachel’s fingers maneuvered between her legs. Then she laughed a little. “I hope you at least went to the right ones.” Maybe it was time to stop talking. The blonde brought her lips to the smaller girl’s, the realization that they hadn’t kissed since the night before filling it with hunger and need. She worked her finger faster, pressing her palm against the brunette’s clit for extra stimulation.
Rachel whimpered and pushed a finger inside the blonde. Her tongue moved against the blonde’s and she matched the other girl’s pace with her fingers. Her own hips rocked into Quinn’s hands, desperately.
Teeth tugging at the brunette’s bottom lip, Quinn increased the intensity of her strokes, knowing time was a major factor. She rolled her hips in sync with Rachel’s movements, not really caring if she got off, but focusing on trying to make sure the other girl did.
Which was... an interesting development.
Rachel, on the other hand did care if Quinn got off. In fact, she did not plan on letting the blonde leave until she got off. Which is why she added another finger, curling them inside Quinn, pressing her fingers against her g-spot.
Quinn whimpered, her forehead pressed against Rachel’s. Carefully, remembering the brunette’s comment from the previous night about being a little sore, she added a second finger on the next stroke, mimicking what the singer was doing to her. If she was going over, she was definitely taking Rachel with her.
Rachel was close. Very close. So, she wanted to make sure Quinn was close, too. Mumbling against her lips, Rachel commanded, “Quinn... come with me.” She twisted her fingers and firmly pressed her thumb against her clit. Then, Rachel was coming, hard, around Quinn’s fingers, whimpering her name.
At Rachel’s request, Quinn was already shuddering and the added stimulation just tipped her over the edge. She kissed the brunette as she came, groaning and trembling, because the fact that they’d managed to do it together was kind of a fucking amazing feeling.
Rachel was panting softly against the blonde’s lips. “Fuck.” Her fingers stilled and she just sat there breathing for a moment. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” Quinn replied, voice still thick. “Wow.” Her eyes were closed as she nuzzled her nose against Rachel’s before kissing her, again.
That made Rachel smile as she kissed her back.
She didn’t care what Quinn said, this was more than just sex.
It had never really been just sex for Quinn. Yeah, it had started as a favor or something like that, but she wouldn’t have even volunteered to help Rachel if there hadn’t been some kind of... feelings or whatever. She just didn’t think it would matter if she was harboring something for the singer, because why would Rachel Berry feel anything for her?
“We should get back to class.” Rachel mumbled, kissing her one more time. “Before we are both in trouble.” Rachel pulled her fingers out, then hesitated, bring them to her mouth and licking them clean. She closed her eyes for a moment, just enjoying the taste.
Quinn was about to reply when Rachel began licking her fingers. “Jesus Christ, Berry.” She didn’t give a crap about taking the Lord’s name in vain or whatever, because the sight in front of her made her weak in the knees. Literally. The blonde gripped the edge of the desk for support.
“Licking her lips, Rachel looked at Quinn. “Are you okay?” She asked, concerned for the Cheerleader. “You look... not okay?”
“I’m... definitely okay.” Quinn took a deep breath to steady herself. You just had sex, like, forty-five seconds ago, Fabray. Get some control. She couldn’t help but kiss Rachel, again.
Rachel kissed her back, sliding off the desk as she did so. Breaking apart, she smiled some. “We really need to get to class. Can I see you after school? I think... we should talk?”
“I have Cheerios until four-thirty, but after that, yeah.” Quinn nodded. “And if you actually want to talk, maybe we should meet somewhere where there are other people. Just, so we actually do... talk.”
“How about you meet me at the mall, in the food court?” Rachel offered, fixing her clothing.
“Sounds good. By the Orange Julius?” Quinn tried to check her reflection in one of the framed teacher’s awards on Mr. Schuester’s wall.
“Yup. I’ll see you there.” Giving Quinn a quick kiss on the cheek, then vanished out of the office.
Quinn spent the rest of her day trying to just pass the time. Things were getting a little dangerous due to how much she was distracted by her thoughts about Rachel. It was one thing to let her thoughts wander in Spanish, but another to let Hannah Sinclair fall on her ass during practice because Quinn had been focused on the various faces Rachel made when she sang and how they paralleled to the ones she made during sex.
“Q! Take a lap! When you get back, maybe your head will be out of your ass!” came Sue’s voice from the bullhorn. The blonde knew she’d earned it and was lucky it was just a single and not, like, a hundred.
At four-forty five, Rachel was sitting at a table near the Orange Julius, working on her homework. She didn’t expect Quinn for another fifteen minutes or so, and she as getting some stuff done. She’d been thinking all afternoon about what she would say to the blonde and was pretty sure she had a decent script down in her head.
After Cheerios, Quinn quickly showered and threw on a pair of jeans and an off-the-shoulder shirt with a tank top underneath it. Her hair was still damp when she got to the mall, but she didn’t really care, because she was focused on this meeting with Rachel. And she kind of hoped that if she wasn’t 100% put together, it might make it easier for the other girl to not think about sex so much. Because, well, Quinn knew she was pretty hot and her hair was one of her most defining attributes.
“Hey,” she said, sliding into the seat across from the brunette.
Rachel looked up from her homework daze and smiled. “Hey.” She closed her book and held up her hand. “Can I start? Good. Because I’ve been thinking and I think I can’t do this.” Running a hand through her hair, Rachel took a breath. “I don’t just sleep with people. I want more than that. And I know I’m Rachel Berry and you’ll never see me as anything else, but I can’t be with you, hoping for something else and never get it. So, I think it’s better if we don’t do that anymore. Because there is more, on my side. I didn’t wait just to give it up to you in the bathroom because you offered.”
Running out of air, Rachel breathed and looked at the blonde.
“You want to stop because you have... what? Feelings for me?” Quinn asked, trying to keep her voice steady. “And you’re convinced I’ll never seen you as anything but Rachel Berry.” She studied the other girl, as if trying to process it all. “You’re right. I won’t.”
“See, so in order to prevent my heart from being crushed, again, I think it’s better if we don’t see each other anymore.” Rachel explained evenly.
Quinn reached across the table, putting her hand over the brunette’s. “I don’t know about you, but the Rachel Berry I know is smart, motivated, talented, just conceited enough to know that I should have actually said ‘talented’ first, beautiful, and actually pretty sexy if you give her a chance. So, why would I see you as anything else?”
Rachel blinked. Wait, what? “What?” She asked, completely confused. “You think I’m...” She trailed off. “What?”
“Look, I might have gotten knocked up because of a bad day and I may have given a helping hand to a few Cheerios, but I don’t just sleep with people, either.” Quinn glanced down at their hands, then back up at Rachel. “There’s more on my side, too.”
“You don’t even like me, how can there be more on your side?” Rachel asked, bewildered.
“I honestly have no idea,” Quinn admitted. “But... there is. More. And, I actually stopped actively disliking you around December, tolerated you until about March, and since then I’ve thought you were actually pretty cool. I just... never said anything.”
Blinking, Rachel leaned back in her chair. This was not what she expected at all. “So,” Rachel started out. “Does this mean you want to... date?”
“Yeah, it does,” Quinn said, suddenly. “I mean, I’ve already met your dads, anyway. They seem to like me.” She leaned forward a little. “You wanna go out with me?”
Rachel looked utterly shocked. “I well. Yes. I do.” She did? She did! “Okay.” She nodded a little, still in shock.
A smile spread across Quinn’s face. She’d actually been unsure about what Rachel might say. “Okay,” she echoed. But there was one more question. “So, like, casual dating or... girlfriendy type dating?”
“Girlfriendy.” Rachel automatically replied. “I’m not casual at, like, anything I do.” She flushed a little and shrugged.
“Right.” Quinn laughed. “I must have forgotten who was talking to. Which is probably really bad form considering you’re my girlfriend.” Wow. That felt good to say.
“Girlfriend.” Rachel echoed, grinning. “Wow. That... is wow.” She couldn’t stop grinning.
“So, um, can I buy my girlfriend an Orange Julius?” Quinn asked, still unable to wipe the ear to ear smile off of her face. “Or maybe an ice cream or something?”
“I would love one.” Rachel said. “Orange Julius.” She was also grinning wide.
“Be right back.” Quinn turned to move for the juice stand, took a couple steps, then spun back around. She locked her eyes on Rachel’s, then quickly found herself back at the edge of the table, across of the other girl. The blonde leaned forward, placing her hands on either side of the singer’s face and kissing her, right there, in the Lima Mall food court.
Rachel was kissing Quinn in the middle of the Lima Mall Food Court. Now, she was pretty sure she was dreaming. Because... there was no way. Rachel had been ready for some secret under cover dating. Quinn would never want to come out. But, suddenly she had. In a really big way.
On the other hand, Rachel had never been too worried about her own reputation in this light, so she had no problems with kissing her back.
Quinn pulled back enough to catch Rachel’s eyes. “I hope that was okay. I just... I kinda learned last year that secrets... usually lead to trouble. And you deserve to be more than a secret, anyway.”
“That was more than okay. That was amazing.” Rachel replied, her cheeks a little flushed more from excitement than from the actual kiss.
Quinn stood up and took in the sight of the girl across the table. Rachel Berry: Girlfriend. Yeah, this was going to be good. Really good. “I’ll be right back with that Orange Julius.”