Fic: The Alphabet of Rachel Berry part 6 (Glee)
Title: The Alphabet of Rachel Berry part 6
Author: meremortal2k5
Rating: R (Hard)
Word Count: 3200
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Spoilers: All aired episodes.
Authors Notes: were!peen weirdness. All mistakes are my own, especially concerning the religious/mythological content and the hour or so I spent on research.
Prologue - http://meremortal2k5.livejournal.com/17634.html#cutid1
Part 1- http://meremortal2k5.livejournal.com/17675.html#cutid1
Part 2- http://meremortal2k5.livejournal.com/18147.html#cutid1
Part 3- http://meremortal2k5.livejournal.com/18267.html#cutid1
Part 4- http://meremortal2k5.livejournal.com/18502.html#cutid1
Part 5- http://meremortal2k5.livejournal.com/18740.html#cutid1
“What’s wrong?” Quinn asks as we drive along the streets of Lima towards my home.
Her eyes flicker over to me every now and again and she must have caught me fidgeting. I can’t help it though. My legs are crossed and I’m pressing my palm against my crotch in a way that I really hope doesn't look like I’m touching myself inappropriately. Which I’m not, by the way.
I shake my head at her. “Nothing’s wrong.” I curse the squeak that my voice has become.
I watch as her eyes narrow on the road ahead before she turns her head to give me a slightly longer than what can be deemed safe, look. “Does it still hurt?”
I shake my head again. “Not so much.” I swallow thickly. “It feels more like it usually does. I’m usually cramping when I first wake up. Lasts a couple of hours.” I didn’t tell her that I also woke up horny as hell and that the cramps didn’t actually pass until I’d cleared the pipes.
Her hazel eyes are back on the road as she turns onto Main Street. “Will your dads worry when they see you like this? I’m guessing that since you’ve been hiding your … penis,” She doesn’t seem to like that word because her lips curl. “That they also don’t know about the cramps or the kind of pain you were in earlier.”
“I’ve never experienced before the kind of pain I was in earlier, Quinn.” I shudder at just the remembrance. “And, I’m hoping to never experience it again. The cramping is easy to pass off because most girls have them when they’re due to have their period.”
Her eyes are on me again as we pull up to traffic lights. Her brow is furrowed. “You really don’t get a period?”
I shake my head.
“What about children?”
“I will have children someday,” I remember what my great aunt Lilith told me at Bubbeh’s funeral. “When I meet the right person.”
Her face scrunches in thought. “Like how your dads got you and your mom got Beth? You and your husband will adopt?”
“Not necessarily, Quinn.” I turn to look out of the window and see a little girl dragging her mommy along the side walk towards Harpers. “My partner and I could go the natural route if the circumstances permit.” I roll my head against the headrest and wait for the penny to drop, but it doesn’t because she’s staring at me with confusion in her pretty eyes. “If my partner is a woman, Quinn. Sexuality has never been an issue to me. I’m attracted to the person, not the gender.” I felt the need to further explain, so I did. “I could impregnate my partner if said partner is female and if it’s my time of the month. Otherwise, adoption would be an option.”
Her eyes widen as I talk before they dart back to the road. "Erm ... Okay." She pulls away when the light turns Green but it takes her sometime before she talks to me again. "So, you're gay now? Is that why you broke up with Finn?"
I shake my head in the negative. “My relationship with Finn was causing too much strain on the glee clubs group dynamic.” I didn’t tell her that since our split, I had come to see him and others in a whole new light. I was no longer attracted to Finn like I had once been. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Quinn, but Glee has become a lot happier and more relaxed now that the ‘will they/ won’t they’ aspect of our relationship has finally come to a conclusion. If you still want Finn, I won’t stand in your way anymore.” Blast my big mouth. Why did I have to say that last bit? I wouldn’t stand in their way if they want to be together, but I certainly wouldn’t like it, and not for the reasons you think I won’t. Or, maybe you’ve hit the nail on the head and know exactly why I wouldn’t like seeing Finn and Quinn together. Kissing. I turn towards the side window again as a scowl settles on my face.
When I turn back to her, she’s concentrating on the road. I don’t say anything else in case I put my foot in it again, and she doesn’t make any sort of reply to my comment about her and Finn. I’m watching her carefully as she drives. I’ve always enjoyed watching her. There’s something fluid and graceful about the way Quinn moves, so very feminine. So very attractive.
Her hand moves from the steering wheel to rub at a patch of smooth skin on her thigh. Her dress has ridden up just a little at the movement and I’m back to squirming in my seat.
Hazel eyes snap to the side. “What is that that you keep singing?”
I blink. I didn’t realise that I was singing.
She must see my confusion. “Something about a feeling of being half and now you’re whole?”
Shit. I recognise those lyrics like I recognise my own name.
“It’s the same song that you were singing back at home.”
People. The song from my go to scene for getting rid of or preventing wood. I press my hand to my semi, hoping that Quinn hasn’t noticed, but her eyes widen.
She glances from me, to the road, down to the extra inch of exposed flesh on her thigh, to the road and back to me. Her wicked mind must be working on over drive, and then it clicks for her. She grimaces before focusing solely on the road. “For the love of god, Rachel! You’re disgusting.”
“Excuse me!” I’m offended and annoyed by her assumption that I have any control over my cock. “I … I can’t help it, Quinn.” I cross my arms indignantly. “It just happens sometimes, and you’re not helping.” Crap, there I go again.
She pulls over to the side of the road and shuts down the car before she spins in her seat. She’s angry, and that’s not helping me either. “What do you mean, I’m not helping?” She snarls. “I rescue you from being stuck in my downstairs bathroom until everyone has either left or past out, and now I’m taking you home. I didn’t have to do either, Rachel, so remember that the next to you say that I’m not helping you.”
I scoot down in my seat, hoping that the extra folds in my tee and pants hide my inappropriate erection. I blush fiercely. “I didn’t mean it like that.” My voice is barely audible over the sounds of passing traffic. “I’m sorry, Quinn. Can we just go now?” Damn, damn, damn. I really didn’t need this on top of everything else. I was hoping to get home, take a couple of painkillers along with a warm bath, knock one out and then fall into a coma until morning. I did not need angry Quinn to berate me while my cock was hyper aware of everything that turns me on.
She glares at me and then blinks as that wicked mind once again comes to all the right conclusions. “You mean that I’m doing … that?” Her throat bobs as she swallows hard. Her eyes drop to my crotch and I watch as even though the colour drains from her face, her cheeks flush a very pretty pink. She reminds me of a Disney Princess only with sexy blonde hair.
I pull my (Quinn’s) t-shirt over my noticeable bulge. Sweats were comfortable but they leave very little to the imagination when I’m hard. “You’re not helping.” I mumble softly.
I look at her again when she huffs. “What is it about this situation that you find so … erotic, Rachel? Because, I’m finding it extremely frustrating and stressful.” She purses her lips as she stares at the rear window of the car she’s parked behind. “I find out for sure that you have a … penis, even after I’ve apologised for wrongly accusing you. I then find you in pain because of said … penis, and have to sneak you out of my house so that no one else finds out. You’ve lied to me for weeks, and even showed me your (she lowers her voice) pussy, in an attempt to dissuade me.” Oh dear lord, she needs to stop talking before I jump her right here in the car.
There is something so incredibly arousing about Quinn Fabray saying pussy, even if she did whisper it. I want to move my hands from their death grip on the t-shirt. I want to squeeze the bulge between my thighs and make it feel really good, but more than that, I really want Quinn to do it for me.
My eyes dart to the window as I try to figure out just how far I am from home. It’s too far to walk without someone noticing the bobbing of my penis as I go, and too far to go without either pulling out my cock to play with it or end up jizzing in Quinn’s pants. I really didn’t have any control, especially right now. I am going to a special hell.
I’m back to murmuring that song under my breath.
“You’re singing again?” Quinn sounds exasperated, but I really can’t help what’s going on right now.
“I am.” I mutter quickly between lines. “And, if you don’t want me to do something utterly unladylike, I’d suggest you take me home.”
I can’t look at her, but I suspect that she’s wearing her ‘what the fuck’ face. “Please, Quinn.” I cross my legs as best as I can and picture Barbara singing. While I love the woman dearly, and she is very attractive for an older woman, I’m certainly not attracted to her, so she’s safe for me, whereas looking at Quinn whilst she’s all angry, is definitely not safe. “I need to do something at home, and it’s quite urgent.”
It takes her a moment, but without another word, she starts the car and pulls back into traffic. I’m thinking that she’s caught onto the urgency of my situation.
“Can’t you think of coach Sylvester, or something?” She’s scowling at the thickening traffic.
It’s Friday, the sun is setting and people are going out. My fathers have probably already left by now, which means I have the house to myself, to do whatever I need to, for as long as I’d like, without anyone accidently walking in or overhearing. That’s something to smile about at least.
Her eyes flash to me when I don’t answer her and she must see the smirk on my face because she pales further. “Don’t tell me Sue turns you on?”
I grimace at her. “Eww, certainly not.” I’m shaking my head to get the thought out of my mind. “While I’m not saying that that She-demon isn’t attractive in her own way, her personality overrides any of her more redeeming qualities.”
“She has redeeming qualities?” She giggles lightly. “I must’ve missed those during our four a.m. suicides.”
I smile at her giggle. We drive for another very slow block before she speaks again.
“So, who in Glee would you do it with?”
Oh my god! “Quinn, I don’t think now is the right time to discuss this.”
“No, no.” She’s shaking her head and looking at me as we slow to a stop yet again. Damn this small town. Everyone seems to be going to the same place tonight, which due to the direction of traffic, is either Breadstix or the Bowlerama. “I didn’t mean it to …” She must be thinking of the right word to use because there’s a cute little furrow between her brows. “Titillate. We’re not going into details here. It’s just a distraction. Everyone gets a number from one to five. One being ‘no chance’ and five being ‘hell yeah’.”
I sigh. This could go really badly. “This is Santana’s game, isn’t it?”
She shrugs her shoulders a little sheepishly. “I changed ‘not even with yours’ to ‘no chance’.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath before releasing it slowly. “Only one person gets a five, Quinn.”
Her hazel eyes narrow in on me. “Only one?”
“At this particular moment, only one of my teammates gets a five.” I elaborate. She probably thinks its Finn. “How about you?” I try to distract her.
She purses her lips in thought and I suspect that she’s still trying to figure out who my number five is rather than think of her own answers. “I don’t have a five.” She waves off my question. “I’m never having sex with a boy again.”
I smirk, but hide it quickly.
“So, this five?” She pulls forward another couple of car lengths when the junction ahead clears enough to allow traffic to flow. “You’d definitely have sex with them? I thought that you were waiting until you were twenty-five.”
Finn and his big mouth. Everyone in Glee seems to know about that little lie. “Waiting until I’m twenty-five is something I told Finn to stop him putting pressure on me to have sex. When I’m with the right person, I have no doubt that sex will be a natural progression of our physical relationship.”
“Hmm.” She’s nodding her head. “This five? Is it Puck?”
I laugh loudly. “No way. Noah Puckerman is definitely a One.”
“Really?” She hums again. “I felt for sure that it would be him.”
I lean across the centre console and grin wickedly. “Did you forget that gender wasn’t an issue for me?” I smirk as she blushes. “Besides, just because I have a five, doesn’t necessarily mean that I would have sex with them if the opportunity arose. I need to be in a loving and committed relationship before I would even consider it. That’s not saying that I would say no to a hand job though.”
She gasps and I laugh again. I was kidding, mostly. If my dream girl gave me a chance, I would jump at it/her, whatever.
Quinn slaps at my arm and scowls. “That’s not funny, Rachel.”
“I thought it was.” I chuckle, and she snorts and that makes me laugh even harder. Laughter must be infectious because she’s giggling into her hand now. Could Quinn Fabray possibly be more attractive? I rarely see her so unguarded that she snorts and laughs unabashedly.
“You’re gross, Rachel Berry.” She chuckles.
I raise my brows at her, but my smirk is still firmly in place. “Are you telling me that you would still say no to a little manual relief if the right person asks? It’s only second base, Quinn.” Oh dear lord. I’m trying so hard not to picture that little scenario.
Her laughter fades and she’s back to frowning at me. It takes her a little while to answer. “Maybe.”
And that’s all the answer I get as she pulls her little car into my driveway (I seriously have sex on the brain because that sounds all sorts of dirty).
My hard-on is still present, but my desire to masturbate furiously until I pass out has dwindled somewhat when faced with Quinn leaving me all alone. She’s staring at my home and I wonder what she’s thinking,
“Thank you for your help today, Quinn.”
She’s nodding her head. “You owe me, Rachel.”
“Yeah, I do.” I really did. No one else can know about my were-penis and I’m getting the impression that I can trust her with this secret. “Anyway,” I reach for the door handle. “I’m sorry for ruining the party for you. We haven’t been gone all that long, so you shouldn’t have missed much by the time you get back.”
She reaches out to me just as I open the door. Her hand on my thigh stops me dead in my tracks. “Your dads aren’t home?” Her hazel eyes flicker from me to the dark windows in front of us.
I shake my head. “It’s date night.” I smile. “They’ll be back later on tonight.”
Quinn’s frowning at me again. “But what if something happens?”
“I’m a big girl, Quinn.” I chuckle.
“You said that you’ve never experienced pain like that before.” She removes her hand from my leg and turns the engine off. “What if it comes back and there’s no one around to help you? Anything could happen, and then everyone will think that I left you here all alone.”
What just happened?
She’s grabbing for her own door handle now. “I’ll stay with you until your dads come home.”
“I’m fine now, Quinn.” I scramble from her car and slam the door shut as she meets me. I don’t think she fully understands what I need to do once I get in my house.
“It’s okay. I don’t mind staying.” She’s looking a little bashful. “I’ll probably end up doing something I really regret if I go back to Puck’s party.” She sighs. “They know that I haven’t been drinking now, so there’ll be peer pressure or drink spiking, and it is Puck’s birthday, so he might try something even though Lauren is there because he’s made it perfectly clear to everyone that Lauren isn’t giving anything up.” She shrugs her shoulders and I’m trying to decide if she’s being serious (would our friends really spike her drinks and would Noah try for a little birthday something something from Quinn?), or if she was actually concerned about my wellbeing. Either way, Quinn was staying with me.
I take a deep breath and release it slowly. I’ll feel so much better once my dick has calmed down. Wait, does Quinn really understand what I’m about to do while she’s in the house? Is that why she really wants to stay? Oh, what if she walks in on me like she did in the school bathroom, but this time she stands and watches for a little while before asking if I need a hand? Suddenly, the thought of us engaging in a little mutual masturbation has my cock throbbing so hard that I’m afraid that I’m about to come in my pants.
“Rachel? Are you okay?” Her hand is on my arm and her eyes show me her concern so clearly. “Are you in pain again?”
I shake my head furiously and swallow hard. I take off up the driveway towards my home with Quinn following closely behind me. I’ve got the front door open for her and I’m already part way up the stairs, heading towards my bedroom, when a shriek stops me.
Quinn is looking up at me and then into my dark living room. “Rachel?” Her face is pale.
I huff. Trotting back down the stairs I silently wish that Quinn had just gone home. Doesn’t she realise just how urgent matters were? “What?”
She points into the darkness.
I flick on the living room light and scream. My hands come up to my chest as though they’re trying to stop my heart escaping its confines. Holy crap! “Aunt Lilith?”
Tbc
Author: meremortal2k5
Rating: R (Hard)
Word Count: 3200
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Spoilers: All aired episodes.
Authors Notes: were!peen weirdness. All mistakes are my own, especially concerning the religious/mythological content and the hour or so I spent on research.
Prologue - http://meremortal2k5.livejournal.com/17634.html#cutid1
Part 1- http://meremortal2k5.livejournal.com/17675.html#cutid1
Part 2- http://meremortal2k5.livejournal.com/18147.html#cutid1
Part 3- http://meremortal2k5.livejournal.com/18267.html#cutid1
Part 4- http://meremortal2k5.livejournal.com/18502.html#cutid1
Part 5- http://meremortal2k5.livejournal.com/18740.html#cutid1
“What’s wrong?” Quinn asks as we drive along the streets of Lima towards my home.
Her eyes flicker over to me every now and again and she must have caught me fidgeting. I can’t help it though. My legs are crossed and I’m pressing my palm against my crotch in a way that I really hope doesn't look like I’m touching myself inappropriately. Which I’m not, by the way.
I shake my head at her. “Nothing’s wrong.” I curse the squeak that my voice has become.
I watch as her eyes narrow on the road ahead before she turns her head to give me a slightly longer than what can be deemed safe, look. “Does it still hurt?”
I shake my head again. “Not so much.” I swallow thickly. “It feels more like it usually does. I’m usually cramping when I first wake up. Lasts a couple of hours.” I didn’t tell her that I also woke up horny as hell and that the cramps didn’t actually pass until I’d cleared the pipes.
Her hazel eyes are back on the road as she turns onto Main Street. “Will your dads worry when they see you like this? I’m guessing that since you’ve been hiding your … penis,” She doesn’t seem to like that word because her lips curl. “That they also don’t know about the cramps or the kind of pain you were in earlier.”
“I’ve never experienced before the kind of pain I was in earlier, Quinn.” I shudder at just the remembrance. “And, I’m hoping to never experience it again. The cramping is easy to pass off because most girls have them when they’re due to have their period.”
Her eyes are on me again as we pull up to traffic lights. Her brow is furrowed. “You really don’t get a period?”
I shake my head.
“What about children?”
“I will have children someday,” I remember what my great aunt Lilith told me at Bubbeh’s funeral. “When I meet the right person.”
Her face scrunches in thought. “Like how your dads got you and your mom got Beth? You and your husband will adopt?”
“Not necessarily, Quinn.” I turn to look out of the window and see a little girl dragging her mommy along the side walk towards Harpers. “My partner and I could go the natural route if the circumstances permit.” I roll my head against the headrest and wait for the penny to drop, but it doesn’t because she’s staring at me with confusion in her pretty eyes. “If my partner is a woman, Quinn. Sexuality has never been an issue to me. I’m attracted to the person, not the gender.” I felt the need to further explain, so I did. “I could impregnate my partner if said partner is female and if it’s my time of the month. Otherwise, adoption would be an option.”
Her eyes widen as I talk before they dart back to the road. "Erm ... Okay." She pulls away when the light turns Green but it takes her sometime before she talks to me again. "So, you're gay now? Is that why you broke up with Finn?"
I shake my head in the negative. “My relationship with Finn was causing too much strain on the glee clubs group dynamic.” I didn’t tell her that since our split, I had come to see him and others in a whole new light. I was no longer attracted to Finn like I had once been. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Quinn, but Glee has become a lot happier and more relaxed now that the ‘will they/ won’t they’ aspect of our relationship has finally come to a conclusion. If you still want Finn, I won’t stand in your way anymore.” Blast my big mouth. Why did I have to say that last bit? I wouldn’t stand in their way if they want to be together, but I certainly wouldn’t like it, and not for the reasons you think I won’t. Or, maybe you’ve hit the nail on the head and know exactly why I wouldn’t like seeing Finn and Quinn together. Kissing. I turn towards the side window again as a scowl settles on my face.
When I turn back to her, she’s concentrating on the road. I don’t say anything else in case I put my foot in it again, and she doesn’t make any sort of reply to my comment about her and Finn. I’m watching her carefully as she drives. I’ve always enjoyed watching her. There’s something fluid and graceful about the way Quinn moves, so very feminine. So very attractive.
Her hand moves from the steering wheel to rub at a patch of smooth skin on her thigh. Her dress has ridden up just a little at the movement and I’m back to squirming in my seat.
Hazel eyes snap to the side. “What is that that you keep singing?”
I blink. I didn’t realise that I was singing.
She must see my confusion. “Something about a feeling of being half and now you’re whole?”
Shit. I recognise those lyrics like I recognise my own name.
“It’s the same song that you were singing back at home.”
People. The song from my go to scene for getting rid of or preventing wood. I press my hand to my semi, hoping that Quinn hasn’t noticed, but her eyes widen.
She glances from me, to the road, down to the extra inch of exposed flesh on her thigh, to the road and back to me. Her wicked mind must be working on over drive, and then it clicks for her. She grimaces before focusing solely on the road. “For the love of god, Rachel! You’re disgusting.”
“Excuse me!” I’m offended and annoyed by her assumption that I have any control over my cock. “I … I can’t help it, Quinn.” I cross my arms indignantly. “It just happens sometimes, and you’re not helping.” Crap, there I go again.
She pulls over to the side of the road and shuts down the car before she spins in her seat. She’s angry, and that’s not helping me either. “What do you mean, I’m not helping?” She snarls. “I rescue you from being stuck in my downstairs bathroom until everyone has either left or past out, and now I’m taking you home. I didn’t have to do either, Rachel, so remember that the next to you say that I’m not helping you.”
I scoot down in my seat, hoping that the extra folds in my tee and pants hide my inappropriate erection. I blush fiercely. “I didn’t mean it like that.” My voice is barely audible over the sounds of passing traffic. “I’m sorry, Quinn. Can we just go now?” Damn, damn, damn. I really didn’t need this on top of everything else. I was hoping to get home, take a couple of painkillers along with a warm bath, knock one out and then fall into a coma until morning. I did not need angry Quinn to berate me while my cock was hyper aware of everything that turns me on.
She glares at me and then blinks as that wicked mind once again comes to all the right conclusions. “You mean that I’m doing … that?” Her throat bobs as she swallows hard. Her eyes drop to my crotch and I watch as even though the colour drains from her face, her cheeks flush a very pretty pink. She reminds me of a Disney Princess only with sexy blonde hair.
I pull my (Quinn’s) t-shirt over my noticeable bulge. Sweats were comfortable but they leave very little to the imagination when I’m hard. “You’re not helping.” I mumble softly.
I look at her again when she huffs. “What is it about this situation that you find so … erotic, Rachel? Because, I’m finding it extremely frustrating and stressful.” She purses her lips as she stares at the rear window of the car she’s parked behind. “I find out for sure that you have a … penis, even after I’ve apologised for wrongly accusing you. I then find you in pain because of said … penis, and have to sneak you out of my house so that no one else finds out. You’ve lied to me for weeks, and even showed me your (she lowers her voice) pussy, in an attempt to dissuade me.” Oh dear lord, she needs to stop talking before I jump her right here in the car.
There is something so incredibly arousing about Quinn Fabray saying pussy, even if she did whisper it. I want to move my hands from their death grip on the t-shirt. I want to squeeze the bulge between my thighs and make it feel really good, but more than that, I really want Quinn to do it for me.
My eyes dart to the window as I try to figure out just how far I am from home. It’s too far to walk without someone noticing the bobbing of my penis as I go, and too far to go without either pulling out my cock to play with it or end up jizzing in Quinn’s pants. I really didn’t have any control, especially right now. I am going to a special hell.
I’m back to murmuring that song under my breath.
“You’re singing again?” Quinn sounds exasperated, but I really can’t help what’s going on right now.
“I am.” I mutter quickly between lines. “And, if you don’t want me to do something utterly unladylike, I’d suggest you take me home.”
I can’t look at her, but I suspect that she’s wearing her ‘what the fuck’ face. “Please, Quinn.” I cross my legs as best as I can and picture Barbara singing. While I love the woman dearly, and she is very attractive for an older woman, I’m certainly not attracted to her, so she’s safe for me, whereas looking at Quinn whilst she’s all angry, is definitely not safe. “I need to do something at home, and it’s quite urgent.”
It takes her a moment, but without another word, she starts the car and pulls back into traffic. I’m thinking that she’s caught onto the urgency of my situation.
“Can’t you think of coach Sylvester, or something?” She’s scowling at the thickening traffic.
It’s Friday, the sun is setting and people are going out. My fathers have probably already left by now, which means I have the house to myself, to do whatever I need to, for as long as I’d like, without anyone accidently walking in or overhearing. That’s something to smile about at least.
Her eyes flash to me when I don’t answer her and she must see the smirk on my face because she pales further. “Don’t tell me Sue turns you on?”
I grimace at her. “Eww, certainly not.” I’m shaking my head to get the thought out of my mind. “While I’m not saying that that She-demon isn’t attractive in her own way, her personality overrides any of her more redeeming qualities.”
“She has redeeming qualities?” She giggles lightly. “I must’ve missed those during our four a.m. suicides.”
I smile at her giggle. We drive for another very slow block before she speaks again.
“So, who in Glee would you do it with?”
Oh my god! “Quinn, I don’t think now is the right time to discuss this.”
“No, no.” She’s shaking her head and looking at me as we slow to a stop yet again. Damn this small town. Everyone seems to be going to the same place tonight, which due to the direction of traffic, is either Breadstix or the Bowlerama. “I didn’t mean it to …” She must be thinking of the right word to use because there’s a cute little furrow between her brows. “Titillate. We’re not going into details here. It’s just a distraction. Everyone gets a number from one to five. One being ‘no chance’ and five being ‘hell yeah’.”
I sigh. This could go really badly. “This is Santana’s game, isn’t it?”
She shrugs her shoulders a little sheepishly. “I changed ‘not even with yours’ to ‘no chance’.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath before releasing it slowly. “Only one person gets a five, Quinn.”
Her hazel eyes narrow in on me. “Only one?”
“At this particular moment, only one of my teammates gets a five.” I elaborate. She probably thinks its Finn. “How about you?” I try to distract her.
She purses her lips in thought and I suspect that she’s still trying to figure out who my number five is rather than think of her own answers. “I don’t have a five.” She waves off my question. “I’m never having sex with a boy again.”
I smirk, but hide it quickly.
“So, this five?” She pulls forward another couple of car lengths when the junction ahead clears enough to allow traffic to flow. “You’d definitely have sex with them? I thought that you were waiting until you were twenty-five.”
Finn and his big mouth. Everyone in Glee seems to know about that little lie. “Waiting until I’m twenty-five is something I told Finn to stop him putting pressure on me to have sex. When I’m with the right person, I have no doubt that sex will be a natural progression of our physical relationship.”
“Hmm.” She’s nodding her head. “This five? Is it Puck?”
I laugh loudly. “No way. Noah Puckerman is definitely a One.”
“Really?” She hums again. “I felt for sure that it would be him.”
I lean across the centre console and grin wickedly. “Did you forget that gender wasn’t an issue for me?” I smirk as she blushes. “Besides, just because I have a five, doesn’t necessarily mean that I would have sex with them if the opportunity arose. I need to be in a loving and committed relationship before I would even consider it. That’s not saying that I would say no to a hand job though.”
She gasps and I laugh again. I was kidding, mostly. If my dream girl gave me a chance, I would jump at it/her, whatever.
Quinn slaps at my arm and scowls. “That’s not funny, Rachel.”
“I thought it was.” I chuckle, and she snorts and that makes me laugh even harder. Laughter must be infectious because she’s giggling into her hand now. Could Quinn Fabray possibly be more attractive? I rarely see her so unguarded that she snorts and laughs unabashedly.
“You’re gross, Rachel Berry.” She chuckles.
I raise my brows at her, but my smirk is still firmly in place. “Are you telling me that you would still say no to a little manual relief if the right person asks? It’s only second base, Quinn.” Oh dear lord. I’m trying so hard not to picture that little scenario.
Her laughter fades and she’s back to frowning at me. It takes her a little while to answer. “Maybe.”
And that’s all the answer I get as she pulls her little car into my driveway (I seriously have sex on the brain because that sounds all sorts of dirty).
My hard-on is still present, but my desire to masturbate furiously until I pass out has dwindled somewhat when faced with Quinn leaving me all alone. She’s staring at my home and I wonder what she’s thinking,
“Thank you for your help today, Quinn.”
She’s nodding her head. “You owe me, Rachel.”
“Yeah, I do.” I really did. No one else can know about my were-penis and I’m getting the impression that I can trust her with this secret. “Anyway,” I reach for the door handle. “I’m sorry for ruining the party for you. We haven’t been gone all that long, so you shouldn’t have missed much by the time you get back.”
She reaches out to me just as I open the door. Her hand on my thigh stops me dead in my tracks. “Your dads aren’t home?” Her hazel eyes flicker from me to the dark windows in front of us.
I shake my head. “It’s date night.” I smile. “They’ll be back later on tonight.”
Quinn’s frowning at me again. “But what if something happens?”
“I’m a big girl, Quinn.” I chuckle.
“You said that you’ve never experienced pain like that before.” She removes her hand from my leg and turns the engine off. “What if it comes back and there’s no one around to help you? Anything could happen, and then everyone will think that I left you here all alone.”
What just happened?
She’s grabbing for her own door handle now. “I’ll stay with you until your dads come home.”
“I’m fine now, Quinn.” I scramble from her car and slam the door shut as she meets me. I don’t think she fully understands what I need to do once I get in my house.
“It’s okay. I don’t mind staying.” She’s looking a little bashful. “I’ll probably end up doing something I really regret if I go back to Puck’s party.” She sighs. “They know that I haven’t been drinking now, so there’ll be peer pressure or drink spiking, and it is Puck’s birthday, so he might try something even though Lauren is there because he’s made it perfectly clear to everyone that Lauren isn’t giving anything up.” She shrugs her shoulders and I’m trying to decide if she’s being serious (would our friends really spike her drinks and would Noah try for a little birthday something something from Quinn?), or if she was actually concerned about my wellbeing. Either way, Quinn was staying with me.
I take a deep breath and release it slowly. I’ll feel so much better once my dick has calmed down. Wait, does Quinn really understand what I’m about to do while she’s in the house? Is that why she really wants to stay? Oh, what if she walks in on me like she did in the school bathroom, but this time she stands and watches for a little while before asking if I need a hand? Suddenly, the thought of us engaging in a little mutual masturbation has my cock throbbing so hard that I’m afraid that I’m about to come in my pants.
“Rachel? Are you okay?” Her hand is on my arm and her eyes show me her concern so clearly. “Are you in pain again?”
I shake my head furiously and swallow hard. I take off up the driveway towards my home with Quinn following closely behind me. I’ve got the front door open for her and I’m already part way up the stairs, heading towards my bedroom, when a shriek stops me.
Quinn is looking up at me and then into my dark living room. “Rachel?” Her face is pale.
I huff. Trotting back down the stairs I silently wish that Quinn had just gone home. Doesn’t she realise just how urgent matters were? “What?”
She points into the darkness.
I flick on the living room light and scream. My hands come up to my chest as though they’re trying to stop my heart escaping its confines. Holy crap! “Aunt Lilith?”
Tbc