Cravings
Title: Cravings
Pairing: Quinn/bacon, Rachel/Quinn
Rating: PG-13
Length: ~2,100
Summary: Quinn has a craving for bacon.
Author's Note: Based on this.
It was three in the morning. Normally, she’d be asleep on Puck’s couch right now considering it was in fact a school night and she was exhausted as it was and adding not sleeping on top of that was going to make the morning absolute hell. But no. She was hungry. The one thing she wanted was the one thing Puck’s mother wouldn’t let her have. Quinn didn’t mind that Puck was Jewish but right now she kind of hated him for it. She wanted bacon.
The blonde had no car and she wasn’t about to even try to figure out how to drive Puck’s disgusting, beat-up old truck and she had no idea where his mother kept her car keys. She was pretty much screwed. However, desperate times called for desperate measures so she picked up the phone and hit number five on speed dial and prayed that Santana would be in a forgiving and charitable mood.
“Q, I swear to God if you’re calling me at three in the morning for anything other than someone dying or the school burning down I will kill you and then burn the school down.”
“I was wondering if you could…”
“No.”
“But Santana…”
“No. I don’t care what it is. No.”
Quinn sighed and heard someone else mumbling something in the background. Santana shushed Brittany and Quinn sighed again.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Santana.”
The Latina mumbled something incoherent and there was a click and a dial tone. So much for calling Brittany since she was with Santana.
Quinn scrolled through her contacts to try and find someone, anyone that could help her. Finn was out of the question. She didn’t know Mike or Matt well enough to ask them to do this. She grinned when she hit Mercedes’ number. They’d struck a bit of a friendship, surely she would be sympathetic.
“Hello?”
“Mercedes, it’s Quinn.”
“Huh? Why are you calling me?”
“I was wondering if you could do me a favor. I don’t have a car and I’m really craving…”
There was a click and a dial tone. Quinn whimpered a little. She scrolled through her entire contacts list again and stopped at Kurt. What’s the worst that could happen?
Kurt answered with a muffled something that sounded like hello.
“Kurt, it’s Quinn.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I was wondering if you could do me a favor.”
“Quinn, normally I’m all over spontaneous makeovers but this is ridiculous.”
“It’s not that. I’m kind of craving bacon and Puck doesn’t have any and I have no way of getting to a store.”
“Grease is bad for your skin. Eat some bread or something.”
“But I want bacon,” Quinn whined.
“Sweetie, I know your baby hormones are messing with you but it’s three in the morning. I need my beauty rest.”
“Fine,” the blonde grumbled. “See you tomorrow morning.”
Yet another click and dial tone. Quinn was on the verge of tears. She really, really wanted the bacon and there was no way she was going to sleep until she got it. She jumped a little when her phone vibrated in her hand signaling she had two text messages she furrowed her eyebrows when she opened them.
Mercedes texted me. I don’t have a car so don’t ask me for bacon. -Tina
Quinn sighed and flipped to the next message.
I don’t have my license, don’t ask. -Artie
Quinn really was crying now. She didn’t know why, it was just bacon, but it sounded oh-so-good and she really just wanted one or two slices. It wouldn’t take much, really. She scrolled through her contacts one more time, her phone stopped at “Man Hands”. Quinn shook as her thumb hovered over the green button. Desperate times called for really desperate measures. Really desperate.
“Rachel Berry’s phone,” a sleepy voice answered with a yawn. “How can I help you?”
“It’s Quinn,” the blonde said softly.
“Quinn…to what do I owe this unexpected call at,” Rachel paused, “three twenty-six in the morning?”
“I know I’m like a bitch to you and I hate you and everything but I’m really, really desperate and trust me, I wouldn’t call you even if it were the end of the world but…I kind of need something.”
“Did your water break?!” Rachel’s voice was suddenly clear as a bell and minus any indication she’d been sleeping only minutes before. “How far apart are your contractions? Don’t you have another month before your due date? Do you have a suitcase packed? Where is Noah? Is he there, shouldn’t he be driving you to the hospital? Oh, I think I understand, you’d rather have a woman present for the birth. Well, have no fear I will meet you at the hospital and I’m more than happy to assist you in the delivery. Just let me put on…”
“Berry! Shut it! I’m not in labor!”
“Oh.”
“I have this craving and…God, just, never mind. I’ll get over it. Sorry I bothered you.”
“No, no, Quinn. I’m already awake, what do you need?”
“Bacon,” the blonde mumbled. “I really, really want bacon.”
“Would you like me to cook it and then bring it to you? I suppose that wouldn’t make much sense, though. I’m not sure how you like your bacon. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Quinn blinked. “Seriously?”
“Of course, Quinn. Is there anything else you need while I’m out?”
Quinn sniffled. She wasn’t sure when the water works had started up again but damn it all if Rachel Berry wasn’t about to bring her bacon. That was cause for tears both happy and a little embarrassed.
“No…thank you.”
“I’ll see you in a little while.”
The blonde shut her phone and curled up on the couch to stare at a wall. She wasn’t sure what she’d done to deserve Rachel being nice to her like this. Scratch that, this was beyond nice. This was heroic. Rachel needed a medal or a trophy or something.
Quinn jumped a little when she heard the soft knock on the front door. She leapt off the couch (well, as much as eight months of baby would let her leap) and ran (okay, waddled quickly) to the door. Rachel greeted her with a smile and an unopened package of bacon.
The girl was still in her pajamas which consisted of shorts and a tank top. Quinn licked her lips, most definitely for the bacon because she totally wasn’t finding Rachel Berry about the most attractive thing on the face of the planet right then. No, it was all for the bacon. Bacon, bacon, bacon.
Rachel squeezed in the front door and shuffled into the kitchen. Quinn followed close behind. The blonde watched Rachel dig around through the cabinets to find a skillet, she stifled a few yawns while she waited for the stove to heat up. Quinn sat at the kitchen table and watched the short brunette work. She definitely wasn’t having a completely different craving watching Rachel reach up to get out a plate, tank top pulling up to reveal a little sliver of skin on her back. Nope, it was all about the bacon.
Feeling a little sorry for the brunette and her lack of height, Quinn hoisted herself up out of her kitchen chair and cautiously put a hand on Rachel’s shoulder to move her out of the way. She reached up and grabbed the plate herself, Rachel smiled appreciatively.
The sizzle and the smell of the salty pork wafting through the air was enough to make Quinn’s mouth water. That was all that made mouth water. Rachel’s dangerously short shorts had nothing to do with it. Nothing at all.
“How do you like your bacon? I’ve never actually cooked it before…I know some prefer it crispy and others not. Would you like me to try a variety?”
Quinn blinked and tore her eyes away from not staring at Rachel’s ass.
“Huh?”
“Your bacon, Quinn.”
“Oh. Crispy but not burned. You don’t have to do that, you know? I can do it…you can go.”
Rachel smiled. “It’s fine. If you’d like to go wait in the living room while I finish that would be alright. You look a little flushed, perhaps it’s the heat from the stove.”
Quinn nodded. “Heat from the stove,” she repeated. “Right.”
Leaving was a good idea. Quinn walked (fine, waddled) out of the kitchen to the first floor bathroom and locked herself in. She splashed cold water on her face and really wished she had time for a cold shower. Not because of Rachel. It was definitely not because of Rachel. And Rachel’s thighs. And her ass. And arms. And…fuck it, it was Rachel. Quinn would just have to keep herself under control like she had for the last sixteen years (she didn’t count getting pregnant, that was the fault of the wine coolers). She stayed in the bathroom for a few more minutes attempting to regain control of her raging hormones. By the time she stepped out the sizzling had stopped but she could smell the delicious food.
Rachel was waiting for her on the couch, a plate of bacon was on the coffee table. Quinn really did run to get to it. And it was quite possibly the best bacon she’d ever eaten. She actually groaned when she took the first bite, Rachel looked a little startled.
“This is delicious,” she said, mouth half-full. “I so owe you.”
Rachel giggled a little. “Anything to help out a fellow teammate.”
“Be careful with your offer or I’ll be calling you every night.”
“I understand that your pregnancy cravings are extremely frustrating and without your own transportation it can be difficult to fill said cravings. I’m willing to help you out whenever you need.”
Rachel really should not have said that. Really, she shouldn’t have. Quinn clenched her jaw and took a deep breath and tried really hard to get her mind out of the sinful and perverted place that it was rocketing to. A hand on her shoulder made her jump, another thing Rachel really should not have done.
“Quinn you look flushed again. Are you running a fever?”
Quinn shook her head.
“Is this something to do with pregnancy? Are women normally flushed like this? I’ve read a few things on it but I’ve never come across…”
“Hormones,” Quinn blurted out. “Just…hormones.”
“Oh…oh! Oh…” Rachel retracted her hand quickly.
Quinn grabbed another slice of bacon and practically inhaled it. The pair sat in semi-silence for a while. The only noise was Quinn chewing her bacon. Her eyes darted to Rachel who was focused on the wall, lip clutched between her teeth. Quinn focused on said lip and licked her own, the saltiness from the bacon stinging her tongue. She dropped the plate with half a strip still on it onto the coffee table.
“Thanks again,” she mumbled.
Rachel snapped her head to look at the blonde and offered a small smile. Bacon breath be damned, Quinn leaned forward and pressed her lips to Rachel’s. It earned her a small squeak and a small hand coming up to wrap around the back of her neck and pull her in harder and another hand on her hip trying to find the waistband of her sweatpants.
“Is that bacon?!” a shrill voice broke the pair apart.
Quinn swore under her breath and Rachel gasped and jumped to the other edge of the couch. Puck’s mother was standing there with her hands on her hips looking absolutely furious.
“You!” she pointed at Rachel. “I thought you were a nice Jewish girl and you bring bacon into my house?!”
Quinn was thoroughly confused. Puck’s mother had most definitely just caught her making out with a girl, Puck’s ex, on her couch and all she could find to yell about was the fact that there was a half-eaten strip of bacon in her house. She wasn't sure that's what she'd be worried about if she were in Mrs. Puckerman's shoes but she decided to go with it since it was the less awkward choice of conversation.
“Quinn had a craving.”
The woman rolled her eyes and scowled. “I suppose tomorrow you’ll want a ham.”
Quinn shrugged. “Maybe.”
That got another growl and Puck’s mother storming up the stairs.
“I should go,” Rachel said quietly.
“You should stay.”
Rachel blinked. Quinn smiled and scooted down next to the brunette and pulled her in for a soft kiss.
“I should stay,” Rachel mumbled.
Quinn found something to crave at least three times a week after that. Rachel started showing up empty handed because it was never the food that got eaten. Quinn wasn't sure what her excuse was going to be after the baby was born but really, she didn't care. Her cravings were satisfied.
Pairing: Quinn/bacon, Rachel/Quinn
Rating: PG-13
Length: ~2,100
Summary: Quinn has a craving for bacon.
Author's Note: Based on this.
It was three in the morning. Normally, she’d be asleep on Puck’s couch right now considering it was in fact a school night and she was exhausted as it was and adding not sleeping on top of that was going to make the morning absolute hell. But no. She was hungry. The one thing she wanted was the one thing Puck’s mother wouldn’t let her have. Quinn didn’t mind that Puck was Jewish but right now she kind of hated him for it. She wanted bacon.
The blonde had no car and she wasn’t about to even try to figure out how to drive Puck’s disgusting, beat-up old truck and she had no idea where his mother kept her car keys. She was pretty much screwed. However, desperate times called for desperate measures so she picked up the phone and hit number five on speed dial and prayed that Santana would be in a forgiving and charitable mood.
“Q, I swear to God if you’re calling me at three in the morning for anything other than someone dying or the school burning down I will kill you and then burn the school down.”
“I was wondering if you could…”
“No.”
“But Santana…”
“No. I don’t care what it is. No.”
Quinn sighed and heard someone else mumbling something in the background. Santana shushed Brittany and Quinn sighed again.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Santana.”
The Latina mumbled something incoherent and there was a click and a dial tone. So much for calling Brittany since she was with Santana.
Quinn scrolled through her contacts to try and find someone, anyone that could help her. Finn was out of the question. She didn’t know Mike or Matt well enough to ask them to do this. She grinned when she hit Mercedes’ number. They’d struck a bit of a friendship, surely she would be sympathetic.
“Hello?”
“Mercedes, it’s Quinn.”
“Huh? Why are you calling me?”
“I was wondering if you could do me a favor. I don’t have a car and I’m really craving…”
There was a click and a dial tone. Quinn whimpered a little. She scrolled through her entire contacts list again and stopped at Kurt. What’s the worst that could happen?
Kurt answered with a muffled something that sounded like hello.
“Kurt, it’s Quinn.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I was wondering if you could do me a favor.”
“Quinn, normally I’m all over spontaneous makeovers but this is ridiculous.”
“It’s not that. I’m kind of craving bacon and Puck doesn’t have any and I have no way of getting to a store.”
“Grease is bad for your skin. Eat some bread or something.”
“But I want bacon,” Quinn whined.
“Sweetie, I know your baby hormones are messing with you but it’s three in the morning. I need my beauty rest.”
“Fine,” the blonde grumbled. “See you tomorrow morning.”
Yet another click and dial tone. Quinn was on the verge of tears. She really, really wanted the bacon and there was no way she was going to sleep until she got it. She jumped a little when her phone vibrated in her hand signaling she had two text messages she furrowed her eyebrows when she opened them.
Mercedes texted me. I don’t have a car so don’t ask me for bacon. -Tina
Quinn sighed and flipped to the next message.
I don’t have my license, don’t ask. -Artie
Quinn really was crying now. She didn’t know why, it was just bacon, but it sounded oh-so-good and she really just wanted one or two slices. It wouldn’t take much, really. She scrolled through her contacts one more time, her phone stopped at “Man Hands”. Quinn shook as her thumb hovered over the green button. Desperate times called for really desperate measures. Really desperate.
“Rachel Berry’s phone,” a sleepy voice answered with a yawn. “How can I help you?”
“It’s Quinn,” the blonde said softly.
“Quinn…to what do I owe this unexpected call at,” Rachel paused, “three twenty-six in the morning?”
“I know I’m like a bitch to you and I hate you and everything but I’m really, really desperate and trust me, I wouldn’t call you even if it were the end of the world but…I kind of need something.”
“Did your water break?!” Rachel’s voice was suddenly clear as a bell and minus any indication she’d been sleeping only minutes before. “How far apart are your contractions? Don’t you have another month before your due date? Do you have a suitcase packed? Where is Noah? Is he there, shouldn’t he be driving you to the hospital? Oh, I think I understand, you’d rather have a woman present for the birth. Well, have no fear I will meet you at the hospital and I’m more than happy to assist you in the delivery. Just let me put on…”
“Berry! Shut it! I’m not in labor!”
“Oh.”
“I have this craving and…God, just, never mind. I’ll get over it. Sorry I bothered you.”
“No, no, Quinn. I’m already awake, what do you need?”
“Bacon,” the blonde mumbled. “I really, really want bacon.”
“Would you like me to cook it and then bring it to you? I suppose that wouldn’t make much sense, though. I’m not sure how you like your bacon. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Quinn blinked. “Seriously?”
“Of course, Quinn. Is there anything else you need while I’m out?”
Quinn sniffled. She wasn’t sure when the water works had started up again but damn it all if Rachel Berry wasn’t about to bring her bacon. That was cause for tears both happy and a little embarrassed.
“No…thank you.”
“I’ll see you in a little while.”
The blonde shut her phone and curled up on the couch to stare at a wall. She wasn’t sure what she’d done to deserve Rachel being nice to her like this. Scratch that, this was beyond nice. This was heroic. Rachel needed a medal or a trophy or something.
Quinn jumped a little when she heard the soft knock on the front door. She leapt off the couch (well, as much as eight months of baby would let her leap) and ran (okay, waddled quickly) to the door. Rachel greeted her with a smile and an unopened package of bacon.
The girl was still in her pajamas which consisted of shorts and a tank top. Quinn licked her lips, most definitely for the bacon because she totally wasn’t finding Rachel Berry about the most attractive thing on the face of the planet right then. No, it was all for the bacon. Bacon, bacon, bacon.
Rachel squeezed in the front door and shuffled into the kitchen. Quinn followed close behind. The blonde watched Rachel dig around through the cabinets to find a skillet, she stifled a few yawns while she waited for the stove to heat up. Quinn sat at the kitchen table and watched the short brunette work. She definitely wasn’t having a completely different craving watching Rachel reach up to get out a plate, tank top pulling up to reveal a little sliver of skin on her back. Nope, it was all about the bacon.
Feeling a little sorry for the brunette and her lack of height, Quinn hoisted herself up out of her kitchen chair and cautiously put a hand on Rachel’s shoulder to move her out of the way. She reached up and grabbed the plate herself, Rachel smiled appreciatively.
The sizzle and the smell of the salty pork wafting through the air was enough to make Quinn’s mouth water. That was all that made mouth water. Rachel’s dangerously short shorts had nothing to do with it. Nothing at all.
“How do you like your bacon? I’ve never actually cooked it before…I know some prefer it crispy and others not. Would you like me to try a variety?”
Quinn blinked and tore her eyes away from not staring at Rachel’s ass.
“Huh?”
“Your bacon, Quinn.”
“Oh. Crispy but not burned. You don’t have to do that, you know? I can do it…you can go.”
Rachel smiled. “It’s fine. If you’d like to go wait in the living room while I finish that would be alright. You look a little flushed, perhaps it’s the heat from the stove.”
Quinn nodded. “Heat from the stove,” she repeated. “Right.”
Leaving was a good idea. Quinn walked (fine, waddled) out of the kitchen to the first floor bathroom and locked herself in. She splashed cold water on her face and really wished she had time for a cold shower. Not because of Rachel. It was definitely not because of Rachel. And Rachel’s thighs. And her ass. And arms. And…fuck it, it was Rachel. Quinn would just have to keep herself under control like she had for the last sixteen years (she didn’t count getting pregnant, that was the fault of the wine coolers). She stayed in the bathroom for a few more minutes attempting to regain control of her raging hormones. By the time she stepped out the sizzling had stopped but she could smell the delicious food.
Rachel was waiting for her on the couch, a plate of bacon was on the coffee table. Quinn really did run to get to it. And it was quite possibly the best bacon she’d ever eaten. She actually groaned when she took the first bite, Rachel looked a little startled.
“This is delicious,” she said, mouth half-full. “I so owe you.”
Rachel giggled a little. “Anything to help out a fellow teammate.”
“Be careful with your offer or I’ll be calling you every night.”
“I understand that your pregnancy cravings are extremely frustrating and without your own transportation it can be difficult to fill said cravings. I’m willing to help you out whenever you need.”
Rachel really should not have said that. Really, she shouldn’t have. Quinn clenched her jaw and took a deep breath and tried really hard to get her mind out of the sinful and perverted place that it was rocketing to. A hand on her shoulder made her jump, another thing Rachel really should not have done.
“Quinn you look flushed again. Are you running a fever?”
Quinn shook her head.
“Is this something to do with pregnancy? Are women normally flushed like this? I’ve read a few things on it but I’ve never come across…”
“Hormones,” Quinn blurted out. “Just…hormones.”
“Oh…oh! Oh…” Rachel retracted her hand quickly.
Quinn grabbed another slice of bacon and practically inhaled it. The pair sat in semi-silence for a while. The only noise was Quinn chewing her bacon. Her eyes darted to Rachel who was focused on the wall, lip clutched between her teeth. Quinn focused on said lip and licked her own, the saltiness from the bacon stinging her tongue. She dropped the plate with half a strip still on it onto the coffee table.
“Thanks again,” she mumbled.
Rachel snapped her head to look at the blonde and offered a small smile. Bacon breath be damned, Quinn leaned forward and pressed her lips to Rachel’s. It earned her a small squeak and a small hand coming up to wrap around the back of her neck and pull her in harder and another hand on her hip trying to find the waistband of her sweatpants.
“Is that bacon?!” a shrill voice broke the pair apart.
Quinn swore under her breath and Rachel gasped and jumped to the other edge of the couch. Puck’s mother was standing there with her hands on her hips looking absolutely furious.
“You!” she pointed at Rachel. “I thought you were a nice Jewish girl and you bring bacon into my house?!”
Quinn was thoroughly confused. Puck’s mother had most definitely just caught her making out with a girl, Puck’s ex, on her couch and all she could find to yell about was the fact that there was a half-eaten strip of bacon in her house. She wasn't sure that's what she'd be worried about if she were in Mrs. Puckerman's shoes but she decided to go with it since it was the less awkward choice of conversation.
“Quinn had a craving.”
The woman rolled her eyes and scowled. “I suppose tomorrow you’ll want a ham.”
Quinn shrugged. “Maybe.”
That got another growl and Puck’s mother storming up the stairs.
“I should go,” Rachel said quietly.
“You should stay.”
Rachel blinked. Quinn smiled and scooted down next to the brunette and pulled her in for a soft kiss.
“I should stay,” Rachel mumbled.
Quinn found something to crave at least three times a week after that. Rachel started showing up empty handed because it was never the food that got eaten. Quinn wasn't sure what her excuse was going to be after the baby was born but really, she didn't care. Her cravings were satisfied.