Wiener Schnitzel
Title: Wiener Schnitzel (1/1)
Rating: R
Length: 3,000
Summary: Everyone loves The Sound of Music. Especially Quinn and Rachel.
Note: This is the lederhosen porn you've been dreaming of.
Mr. Schuester stood in the choir room, addressing the gleeks about the importance of building a repertoire of classic Broadway numbers that are revamped for the new millennium. As he passes the ten minute mark of his lecture on musical tradition, no one is really listening to him besides Rachel, so no one is surprised when he says “Sound of Music yadda yadda 16 going on blah blah” and the brunette raises her hand. When Quinn, listening to every fifth word, hears him ask something about who likes the character Rolf, she absentmindedly raises her hand.
“Quinn?” Mr. Schuester says inquisitively before smiling, “ok. I think that’s a great way to put a contemporary spin on a classic song.”
Quinn shrugged, not caring what Mr. Schue was talking about, but definitely wondering why Stubbles was looking at her so strangely. Hadn’t that freak ever seen the movie? Of course she liked Rolf. He was a fucking studmuffin. And that rain scene with Liesl was the closest thing to NC-17 that played in the Fabray household when Quinn was growing up, so she had formed a strange sexual attraction to thunderstorms and fake accents. So hell yeah, she raised her hand in support of Rolf. Nodding her head, she gave him a mental high five for tapping Liesl’s hot ass, too.
She gave Rachel one of the best ‘fuck you, Manhands - what are you gonna do about it’ looks she had in her arsenal and then smirked to herself. Really? She wants to stare me down for giving it up for Rolf? Fuck that bitch.
At some point Quinn realized that Mr. Schuester finished his speech, probably with some life lesson about love and acceptance tacked on the end, and Santana slid her chair over to Quinn.
“Dude. I know the baby hormones seriously fucked with your system but it’s been a year and it should have worked itself out by now. What the hell, Q?”
Quinn gave Santana a look that managed to be confused and bitchy at the same time. “What are you even talking about now?”
“Rolf?!” Santana was trying to keep her voice at a harsh whisper, but when Artie flinched two rows down she lowered her voice a bit more. “What were you thinking raising your hand?”
“Rolf is totally a hot player,” Quinn said matter-of-factly, shrugging her shoulders. “Game recognizes game.”
Santana looked at Quinn like she was having trouble processing basic English.
“You’ve gone batshit crazy, Quinn.”
What was the big deal? So what if she thought Rolf was a stud? Why was it so weird that she thought Liesl was hot?
“What the fuck, San?” Quinn threw a death stare at her friend. “I know for a fact that my girl crush on Liesl is nowhere near as embarrassing as your girl crush on Dora the motherfucking Explorer.”
“SHHH!” Santana hissed. “I already told you- It’s hard finding positive female Hispanic role models on television.” She paused and furrowed her brow. “But that’s not the point, Quinn. Why would you volunteer to sing with…”
Santana was interrupted by Rachel Berry clearing her throat. Santana raised her eyebrows as she crossed her arms and pushed her chair back.
Quinn turned her attention to Rachel. “What the hell do you want, salad fingers?”
“Salad fingers?”
“You know, I like to touch rusty spoons with my salad fingers!” Quinn glared at Rachel menacingly. “So what do you want?”
Rachel looked at her Mary Janes instead of the blonde in front of her. “We should figure out a time to rehearse the Sound of Music number. You can come over to my house after practice if you want. My dads are out for the weekend so we won’t get yelled at or anything.”
“Who the fuck gave you the idea that I wanted to rehearse with you?” Quinn tried to shake the thought of pinning Rachel down in the tastefully decorated gay Mecca her house must be.
“Uhh… Well since we’re doing the 16 Going on 17 song together…”
Quinn looked at Rachel like she was trying to figure out whether to kill her or ask her a question.
“You know I raised my hand for the Liesl part. And you seemed excited to be taking the part of Rolf, so I don’t know why you’re just suddenly getting cold feet.” Rachel didn’t know why Quinn was acting so strangely. Granted, the brunette was oddly turned on at the thought of singing a romantic Rogers and Hammerstein duet with Quinn, but not if she was going to be a total bitch about it. She didn't have to volunteer.
“So… I’m going to be Rolf?” Quinn seemed like this was the first she was hearing about the whole thing.
“Yes, Quinn. You’re going to be Rolf. I have to admit that I was a little surprised when you volunteered, but I think that this could really work well if we put in the effort to make it a great piece. So rehearsal at my place after school?” Rachel tried to hide the fact that she was blushing, totally turned on by the idea of Quinn as a sexy Austrian messenger with a soft spot for the young harlot she would be playing.
Quinn saw a little blush creep across Rachel’s face, and her mind immediately went to a place of WWII-era fantasy. If she blurred her eyes just right, Quinn could even see Rachel’s resemblance to the movie version of Liesl, albeit with a questionable haircut. She tilted her head to the side and continued to look at Rachel, eyes half squinted.
“Ok, Manhands.” Quinn finally said. “But I have to know something first.”
Rachel paused. “Um… ok.”
“Do you have any lederhosen?”
The brunette laughed a little, but stopped herself when she saw that Quinn was completely serious. “Lederhosen?” She squeaked.
“Yes, Rachel. Lederhosen. If I’m going to be Rolf I think that I should be in traditional Austrian attire.”
Rachel’s eyes went wide. She didn’t know what to make of this demand.
“And,” Quinn continued, “I think you should wear one of those corset-looking dress things that the girls wear.”
“Corset-looking dress things?”
“Yeah,” Quinn smirked, “those hills-are-alive corset dresses the chicks wore that showed off the (Quinn nodded towards Rachel’s chest area) goods…”
Rachel turned a deep shade of red. If the blonde hadn’t noticed her blush before, she certainly did now. She tried to recover.
“Yes, Quinn. I think it would suit our roles in this song to wear the appropriate attire. And, luckily, I was the Ricola yodeler for Halloween two years ago and still have the outfit. I’m sure I could find something in my wardrobe that suits your tastes for… corset-looking dress things.”
Quinn was quiet for a moment, trying to size up Rachel. “Ok. Then I’m in. So let’s go back to your place.” Quinn was certain that the insinuation in her voice was not lost on the brunette.
Rachel and Quinn were quiet on the walk back to the parking lot. Rachel was nervously excited. She had been secretly attracted to Quinn for months now and felt her heart stop in her chest when Quinn volunteered to sing a love song with her. But how steamy could things between them really get? It was The Sound of Music, not Spring Awakening.
Quinn was busy thinking of ways to get exactly what she wanted out of this peculiar situation. Getting Rachel into the part would be easy - the girl would do anything for the sake of theatricality. Quinn knew instinctively that Rachel probably had a crush on Rolf. If she played the part convincingly enough, the brunette would probably go for it. The girl was freakishly into musical theater, and what Sound of Music enthusiast (girls or boys) didn’t have a think for Rolf? Well, besides Quinn. But that was because she wanted to be like him.
“Hey Stubbles, let’s stop at my house real quick on the way so I can grab some stuff to use for our performance.”
Rachel nodded slightly and drove to Quinn’s house. The blonde ran inside and was back in the car within 5 minutes.
Quinn stared at Rachel out of the side of her eye until they pulled up to the Berry house. The two girls walked into the foyer and Rachel turned to look at Quinn.
“I’ll grab our costumes. Why don’t you just relax on the sofa and read through the lyrics.”
By this point Quinn had made peace with the idea of singing the pivotal theatric moment between the two young lovers in The Sound of Music with Rachel as her partner. She smirked at the lyrics sheet, processing how dirty she really could make this performance. She danced a little bit while she was waiting, trying out different steps to go with the song.
I am 17 going on 18, I’ll… Take. Care. Of. You.
Quinn thrust her hips with the staccato of each word. This was going to be even better than she thought.
She sat back down on the sofa when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. She gasped at the sight of the girl who walked into the room. It certainly wasn’t like any version of Rachel Berry that Quinn had ever seen before.
“Liesl?” She asked tentatively.
“Yes?” Rachel drew out with an impeccable Austrian accent, spinning around so the other girl could admire her costume. Quinn flushed, barely able to keep her jaw from dropping.
Rachel walked back over to the stairs and quickly returned with the lederhosen Quinn previously requested. They were absolutely perfect.
“I know you’re taller than I am so they might be a little short, but I really think they’ll work on you. You’re tall and thin and, well, very Aryan, so I think you’ll be able to… pull it off.”
This time it was the insinuation in Rachel’s voice that found its way between the two girls. So maybe Quinn wouldn’t really have to work that hard after all. The blonde smirked and grabbed the costume on her way to the bathroom.
Quinn reached into her backpack and pulled out a sizeable dildo and strap-on harness. She was glad that she had stopped at home, knowing now that Rachel might be into this as much as Quinn was. She pulled everything on, making sure to put her hair up underneath the feathered hat that matched the rest of the outfit.
Rachel was right about the costume being a big snug on the taller girl, but Quinn didn’t care too much about that at this point. She knew that she looked good as Rolf.
Quinn… or Rolf… stepped out of the bathroom and Rachel gasped with wide eyes. She looked from Quinn’s smug expression to the noticeable bulge in the girl’s shorts and back up again. Rachel gulped audibly.
It’s now or never, she thought to herself, and at least if this goes horribly wrong I can play it off as acting.
“Is that a bratwurst in your lederhosen or are you just happy to see me, Rolf?” Rachel gave her best stage accent, and Quinn’s eyes glistened. Rachel watched curiously as Quinn’s lips curled into a grin.
“Why, Liesl… I believe it might be a little bit of both.”
Rachel’s eyebrows shot up, and Quinn took that as an invitation to continue. She stalked across the room towards the brunette, pushing the smaller girl backwards until her thighs were up against the side of the sofa.
“We’d better be careful,” Quinn purred, “we don’t want to wake Captain von Trapp.”
Rachel felt her knees go weak and she grabbed onto Quinn’s waist, looking up at the blonde, lips slightly parted. Quinn pulled the girl up into a searing kiss, running her hands up Rachel’s sides.
Rachel raised one of her hands to brush Quinn’s cheek as they kissed. She ran her fingers across the taller girl’s neck, down her chest and taught stomach, and slowly to the silicone bulge. She gripped it just enough that Quinn could feel the movement beneath the harness. The blonde inhaled sharply as Rachel leaned into her ear.
“You’re so big, Rolf.”
Rachel could feel the throbbing between her thighs intensify with every flick of Quinn’s tongue in her mouth. Both girls were quickly moaning into each other, sucking and nipping at every inch of exposed flesh on necks and shoulders. Rachel reached behind her and began to untie the strings that held her dress on.
“Keep it on,” Quinn rasped quickly, “I want you to keep it on.”
Rachel seductively raised an eyebrow. It was clear that it wasn’t Rachel and Quinn who were making out, but Liesl and Rolf. As much as Rachel wanted to make this last, to draw it out and have it be special, she also thoroughly enjoyed keeping in character. She definitely had a bit of a crush on Rolf. If she got to fuck him and Quinn at the same time, all the better.
Rachel’s hand was fondling Quinn’s package, sliding her hand into the flap of the shorts and wrapping her fingers around the toy’s base, being sure to also brush against the blonde’s clit. She half closed her eyes with pleasure when she realized that she wasn’t the only one soaking through layers of clothing.
“We need to be quick… in case they’re looking for me,” she whispered to Quinn.
The blonde didn’t need much more instruction. She had never been so turned on in her life, and in this moment she didn’t care that it was Rachel Berry beneath the Liesl costume.
Quinn traced her hands up the brunette’s thighs, pulling the hem of the poofy dress up to Rachel’s waist. She felt the ties and buckles of a garter belt and thigh-highs, and decided to leave those on. Her hands brushed further up and Quinn moaned at the realization that Rachel hadn’t opted to put on underwear, and was therefore dripping down her own thighs.
Quinn’s hips bucked into the other girl’s, and Rachel grunted in turn. The brunette skillfully unbuttoned the flap of the lederhosen and gaped at the size of the strap-on that was now protruding from between Quinn’s legs. She grabbed both hands on Quinn’s suspenders and pulled the blonde in tight.
“Fuck me, Rolf,” she growled. “Hard.”
Almost instantly, Rachel was on her back on the sofa. Quinn reached down and grabbed the shaft of the toy. She pushed her hips forward and guided the tip of the dildo to Rachel’s wet folds. The brunette gasped and closed her eyes as Quinn pushed up slightly and entered her. She had no idea it would feel this good, how much it would feel like it was Quinn, not a toy, that was inside her.
“Liesl…” Quinn choked out, “you’re so tight for me. It’s so hot.”
Even though Quinn had bought the toy in preparation for this kind of moment, she never actually had the opportunity to try it out yet. As she felt the growing friction between them, the pressure she felt with each thrust, it was like she could feel the other girl tightening around her. She wasn’t expecting it to feel this good. She pulled her face back a bit from the kiss, looking at the brunette under her, who was mumbling something about the impending German occupation.
It was Liesl, and she was Rolf. But it was also Rachel, and she was Quinn.
She felt the brunette tense beneath her, Rachel’s back arching into her, nails scraping down Quinn’s back. Every thrust of Quinn’s hips rubbed the dildo harder against her clit beneath the harness, and pulled each girl closer to the edge.
“Ohhhh Rolf, Rolf Rolf,” Rachel groaned, “Fuck me, Rolf. Make me cum. Fuckkkkkk.”
The words brought Quinn right to the brink.
“Liesl, Liesl, Liesl, Liesl,” the blonde chanted rhythmically as she fucked the smaller girl, thighs twitching, sweat dripping down her brow. Each time she pumped into Rachel she could feel a little more resistance, and she kept going deeper until the brunette was screaming incoherently, back arched completely off the sofa, pulling the taller girl in as close as physically possible.
“OHMYGODQUINNRIGHTTHEREFUCKQUINN” Rachel released the string of syllables as she rode out the hardest orgasm of her life. “QUINNQUINNOHGODQUINN!”
“FUCKRACHELI’MGONNACUM” Quinn’s eyes were wide as she watched the brunette coming undone beneath her. “I’MCOMINGOHGODRACHELRACHEL!”
Both girls quivered through their aftershocks. Rachel pushed the lopsided hat off of Quinn’s head, releasing blonde waves. Her fingers threaded into the taller girl’s hair as she pulled her back in for a kiss, Quinn still inside her.
Quinn pulled out and rolled over next to Rachel on the sofa, exhaling deeply.
“Well I wonder if we’ll get a Tony nod for our flawless performance in the Lima revival of The Sound of Music.”
Quinn grinned and playfully swatted Rachel with a pillow. The girl never shut up, but this was one of the first times Quinn found it endearing instead of infuriating.
Every practice that week ended up the same way, with Quinn buried deep inside Rachel and Rachel screaming out in an Austrian accent. Since they had spent approximately five minutes of practice time actually rehearsing, their glee club performance completely sucked. Mr. Schuester admonished them and gave them another two weeks to “iron out the kinks” in their performance, which made Quinn stifle laughter and Rachel blush. For the first time Rachel didn’t care about the criticism.
After a few more days of "rehearsal" the two girls didn’t need the pretense of glee practice to get together. They even started having dinner together and going to movies, out of costume. One small step led to another, and by the end of their weeks of practice they were quietly dating, as Rachel and Quinn.
They were happy together, falling in love, just as themselves.
Still, that didn’t stop them from smirking at each other when Mr. Schuester asked for volunteers to sing the parts of Nellie and Emile in a modernized version of “Some Enchanted Evening” from South Pacific.
“Well I do have that vintage nurse costume in the attic,” Rachel whispered, stifling laughter. It was Quinn’s turn to blush.
Rating: R
Length: 3,000
Summary: Everyone loves The Sound of Music. Especially Quinn and Rachel.
Note: This is the lederhosen porn you've been dreaming of.
Mr. Schuester stood in the choir room, addressing the gleeks about the importance of building a repertoire of classic Broadway numbers that are revamped for the new millennium. As he passes the ten minute mark of his lecture on musical tradition, no one is really listening to him besides Rachel, so no one is surprised when he says “Sound of Music yadda yadda 16 going on blah blah” and the brunette raises her hand. When Quinn, listening to every fifth word, hears him ask something about who likes the character Rolf, she absentmindedly raises her hand.
“Quinn?” Mr. Schuester says inquisitively before smiling, “ok. I think that’s a great way to put a contemporary spin on a classic song.”
Quinn shrugged, not caring what Mr. Schue was talking about, but definitely wondering why Stubbles was looking at her so strangely. Hadn’t that freak ever seen the movie? Of course she liked Rolf. He was a fucking studmuffin. And that rain scene with Liesl was the closest thing to NC-17 that played in the Fabray household when Quinn was growing up, so she had formed a strange sexual attraction to thunderstorms and fake accents. So hell yeah, she raised her hand in support of Rolf. Nodding her head, she gave him a mental high five for tapping Liesl’s hot ass, too.
She gave Rachel one of the best ‘fuck you, Manhands - what are you gonna do about it’ looks she had in her arsenal and then smirked to herself. Really? She wants to stare me down for giving it up for Rolf? Fuck that bitch.
At some point Quinn realized that Mr. Schuester finished his speech, probably with some life lesson about love and acceptance tacked on the end, and Santana slid her chair over to Quinn.
“Dude. I know the baby hormones seriously fucked with your system but it’s been a year and it should have worked itself out by now. What the hell, Q?”
Quinn gave Santana a look that managed to be confused and bitchy at the same time. “What are you even talking about now?”
“Rolf?!” Santana was trying to keep her voice at a harsh whisper, but when Artie flinched two rows down she lowered her voice a bit more. “What were you thinking raising your hand?”
“Rolf is totally a hot player,” Quinn said matter-of-factly, shrugging her shoulders. “Game recognizes game.”
Santana looked at Quinn like she was having trouble processing basic English.
“You’ve gone batshit crazy, Quinn.”
What was the big deal? So what if she thought Rolf was a stud? Why was it so weird that she thought Liesl was hot?
“What the fuck, San?” Quinn threw a death stare at her friend. “I know for a fact that my girl crush on Liesl is nowhere near as embarrassing as your girl crush on Dora the motherfucking Explorer.”
“SHHH!” Santana hissed. “I already told you- It’s hard finding positive female Hispanic role models on television.” She paused and furrowed her brow. “But that’s not the point, Quinn. Why would you volunteer to sing with…”
Santana was interrupted by Rachel Berry clearing her throat. Santana raised her eyebrows as she crossed her arms and pushed her chair back.
Quinn turned her attention to Rachel. “What the hell do you want, salad fingers?”
“Salad fingers?”
“You know, I like to touch rusty spoons with my salad fingers!” Quinn glared at Rachel menacingly. “So what do you want?”
Rachel looked at her Mary Janes instead of the blonde in front of her. “We should figure out a time to rehearse the Sound of Music number. You can come over to my house after practice if you want. My dads are out for the weekend so we won’t get yelled at or anything.”
“Who the fuck gave you the idea that I wanted to rehearse with you?” Quinn tried to shake the thought of pinning Rachel down in the tastefully decorated gay Mecca her house must be.
“Uhh… Well since we’re doing the 16 Going on 17 song together…”
Quinn looked at Rachel like she was trying to figure out whether to kill her or ask her a question.
“You know I raised my hand for the Liesl part. And you seemed excited to be taking the part of Rolf, so I don’t know why you’re just suddenly getting cold feet.” Rachel didn’t know why Quinn was acting so strangely. Granted, the brunette was oddly turned on at the thought of singing a romantic Rogers and Hammerstein duet with Quinn, but not if she was going to be a total bitch about it. She didn't have to volunteer.
“So… I’m going to be Rolf?” Quinn seemed like this was the first she was hearing about the whole thing.
“Yes, Quinn. You’re going to be Rolf. I have to admit that I was a little surprised when you volunteered, but I think that this could really work well if we put in the effort to make it a great piece. So rehearsal at my place after school?” Rachel tried to hide the fact that she was blushing, totally turned on by the idea of Quinn as a sexy Austrian messenger with a soft spot for the young harlot she would be playing.
Quinn saw a little blush creep across Rachel’s face, and her mind immediately went to a place of WWII-era fantasy. If she blurred her eyes just right, Quinn could even see Rachel’s resemblance to the movie version of Liesl, albeit with a questionable haircut. She tilted her head to the side and continued to look at Rachel, eyes half squinted.
“Ok, Manhands.” Quinn finally said. “But I have to know something first.”
Rachel paused. “Um… ok.”
“Do you have any lederhosen?”
The brunette laughed a little, but stopped herself when she saw that Quinn was completely serious. “Lederhosen?” She squeaked.
“Yes, Rachel. Lederhosen. If I’m going to be Rolf I think that I should be in traditional Austrian attire.”
Rachel’s eyes went wide. She didn’t know what to make of this demand.
“And,” Quinn continued, “I think you should wear one of those corset-looking dress things that the girls wear.”
“Corset-looking dress things?”
“Yeah,” Quinn smirked, “those hills-are-alive corset dresses the chicks wore that showed off the (Quinn nodded towards Rachel’s chest area) goods…”
Rachel turned a deep shade of red. If the blonde hadn’t noticed her blush before, she certainly did now. She tried to recover.
“Yes, Quinn. I think it would suit our roles in this song to wear the appropriate attire. And, luckily, I was the Ricola yodeler for Halloween two years ago and still have the outfit. I’m sure I could find something in my wardrobe that suits your tastes for… corset-looking dress things.”
Quinn was quiet for a moment, trying to size up Rachel. “Ok. Then I’m in. So let’s go back to your place.” Quinn was certain that the insinuation in her voice was not lost on the brunette.
Rachel and Quinn were quiet on the walk back to the parking lot. Rachel was nervously excited. She had been secretly attracted to Quinn for months now and felt her heart stop in her chest when Quinn volunteered to sing a love song with her. But how steamy could things between them really get? It was The Sound of Music, not Spring Awakening.
Quinn was busy thinking of ways to get exactly what she wanted out of this peculiar situation. Getting Rachel into the part would be easy - the girl would do anything for the sake of theatricality. Quinn knew instinctively that Rachel probably had a crush on Rolf. If she played the part convincingly enough, the brunette would probably go for it. The girl was freakishly into musical theater, and what Sound of Music enthusiast (girls or boys) didn’t have a think for Rolf? Well, besides Quinn. But that was because she wanted to be like him.
“Hey Stubbles, let’s stop at my house real quick on the way so I can grab some stuff to use for our performance.”
Rachel nodded slightly and drove to Quinn’s house. The blonde ran inside and was back in the car within 5 minutes.
Quinn stared at Rachel out of the side of her eye until they pulled up to the Berry house. The two girls walked into the foyer and Rachel turned to look at Quinn.
“I’ll grab our costumes. Why don’t you just relax on the sofa and read through the lyrics.”
By this point Quinn had made peace with the idea of singing the pivotal theatric moment between the two young lovers in The Sound of Music with Rachel as her partner. She smirked at the lyrics sheet, processing how dirty she really could make this performance. She danced a little bit while she was waiting, trying out different steps to go with the song.
I am 17 going on 18, I’ll… Take. Care. Of. You.
Quinn thrust her hips with the staccato of each word. This was going to be even better than she thought.
She sat back down on the sofa when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. She gasped at the sight of the girl who walked into the room. It certainly wasn’t like any version of Rachel Berry that Quinn had ever seen before.
“Liesl?” She asked tentatively.
“Yes?” Rachel drew out with an impeccable Austrian accent, spinning around so the other girl could admire her costume. Quinn flushed, barely able to keep her jaw from dropping.
Rachel walked back over to the stairs and quickly returned with the lederhosen Quinn previously requested. They were absolutely perfect.
“I know you’re taller than I am so they might be a little short, but I really think they’ll work on you. You’re tall and thin and, well, very Aryan, so I think you’ll be able to… pull it off.”
This time it was the insinuation in Rachel’s voice that found its way between the two girls. So maybe Quinn wouldn’t really have to work that hard after all. The blonde smirked and grabbed the costume on her way to the bathroom.
Quinn reached into her backpack and pulled out a sizeable dildo and strap-on harness. She was glad that she had stopped at home, knowing now that Rachel might be into this as much as Quinn was. She pulled everything on, making sure to put her hair up underneath the feathered hat that matched the rest of the outfit.
Rachel was right about the costume being a big snug on the taller girl, but Quinn didn’t care too much about that at this point. She knew that she looked good as Rolf.
Quinn… or Rolf… stepped out of the bathroom and Rachel gasped with wide eyes. She looked from Quinn’s smug expression to the noticeable bulge in the girl’s shorts and back up again. Rachel gulped audibly.
It’s now or never, she thought to herself, and at least if this goes horribly wrong I can play it off as acting.
“Is that a bratwurst in your lederhosen or are you just happy to see me, Rolf?” Rachel gave her best stage accent, and Quinn’s eyes glistened. Rachel watched curiously as Quinn’s lips curled into a grin.
“Why, Liesl… I believe it might be a little bit of both.”
Rachel’s eyebrows shot up, and Quinn took that as an invitation to continue. She stalked across the room towards the brunette, pushing the smaller girl backwards until her thighs were up against the side of the sofa.
“We’d better be careful,” Quinn purred, “we don’t want to wake Captain von Trapp.”
Rachel felt her knees go weak and she grabbed onto Quinn’s waist, looking up at the blonde, lips slightly parted. Quinn pulled the girl up into a searing kiss, running her hands up Rachel’s sides.
Rachel raised one of her hands to brush Quinn’s cheek as they kissed. She ran her fingers across the taller girl’s neck, down her chest and taught stomach, and slowly to the silicone bulge. She gripped it just enough that Quinn could feel the movement beneath the harness. The blonde inhaled sharply as Rachel leaned into her ear.
“You’re so big, Rolf.”
Rachel could feel the throbbing between her thighs intensify with every flick of Quinn’s tongue in her mouth. Both girls were quickly moaning into each other, sucking and nipping at every inch of exposed flesh on necks and shoulders. Rachel reached behind her and began to untie the strings that held her dress on.
“Keep it on,” Quinn rasped quickly, “I want you to keep it on.”
Rachel seductively raised an eyebrow. It was clear that it wasn’t Rachel and Quinn who were making out, but Liesl and Rolf. As much as Rachel wanted to make this last, to draw it out and have it be special, she also thoroughly enjoyed keeping in character. She definitely had a bit of a crush on Rolf. If she got to fuck him and Quinn at the same time, all the better.
Rachel’s hand was fondling Quinn’s package, sliding her hand into the flap of the shorts and wrapping her fingers around the toy’s base, being sure to also brush against the blonde’s clit. She half closed her eyes with pleasure when she realized that she wasn’t the only one soaking through layers of clothing.
“We need to be quick… in case they’re looking for me,” she whispered to Quinn.
The blonde didn’t need much more instruction. She had never been so turned on in her life, and in this moment she didn’t care that it was Rachel Berry beneath the Liesl costume.
Quinn traced her hands up the brunette’s thighs, pulling the hem of the poofy dress up to Rachel’s waist. She felt the ties and buckles of a garter belt and thigh-highs, and decided to leave those on. Her hands brushed further up and Quinn moaned at the realization that Rachel hadn’t opted to put on underwear, and was therefore dripping down her own thighs.
Quinn’s hips bucked into the other girl’s, and Rachel grunted in turn. The brunette skillfully unbuttoned the flap of the lederhosen and gaped at the size of the strap-on that was now protruding from between Quinn’s legs. She grabbed both hands on Quinn’s suspenders and pulled the blonde in tight.
“Fuck me, Rolf,” she growled. “Hard.”
Almost instantly, Rachel was on her back on the sofa. Quinn reached down and grabbed the shaft of the toy. She pushed her hips forward and guided the tip of the dildo to Rachel’s wet folds. The brunette gasped and closed her eyes as Quinn pushed up slightly and entered her. She had no idea it would feel this good, how much it would feel like it was Quinn, not a toy, that was inside her.
“Liesl…” Quinn choked out, “you’re so tight for me. It’s so hot.”
Even though Quinn had bought the toy in preparation for this kind of moment, she never actually had the opportunity to try it out yet. As she felt the growing friction between them, the pressure she felt with each thrust, it was like she could feel the other girl tightening around her. She wasn’t expecting it to feel this good. She pulled her face back a bit from the kiss, looking at the brunette under her, who was mumbling something about the impending German occupation.
It was Liesl, and she was Rolf. But it was also Rachel, and she was Quinn.
She felt the brunette tense beneath her, Rachel’s back arching into her, nails scraping down Quinn’s back. Every thrust of Quinn’s hips rubbed the dildo harder against her clit beneath the harness, and pulled each girl closer to the edge.
“Ohhhh Rolf, Rolf Rolf,” Rachel groaned, “Fuck me, Rolf. Make me cum. Fuckkkkkk.”
The words brought Quinn right to the brink.
“Liesl, Liesl, Liesl, Liesl,” the blonde chanted rhythmically as she fucked the smaller girl, thighs twitching, sweat dripping down her brow. Each time she pumped into Rachel she could feel a little more resistance, and she kept going deeper until the brunette was screaming incoherently, back arched completely off the sofa, pulling the taller girl in as close as physically possible.
“OHMYGODQUINNRIGHTTHEREFUCKQUINN” Rachel released the string of syllables as she rode out the hardest orgasm of her life. “QUINNQUINNOHGODQUINN!”
“FUCKRACHELI’MGONNACUM” Quinn’s eyes were wide as she watched the brunette coming undone beneath her. “I’MCOMINGOHGODRACHELRACHEL!”
Both girls quivered through their aftershocks. Rachel pushed the lopsided hat off of Quinn’s head, releasing blonde waves. Her fingers threaded into the taller girl’s hair as she pulled her back in for a kiss, Quinn still inside her.
Quinn pulled out and rolled over next to Rachel on the sofa, exhaling deeply.
“Well I wonder if we’ll get a Tony nod for our flawless performance in the Lima revival of The Sound of Music.”
Quinn grinned and playfully swatted Rachel with a pillow. The girl never shut up, but this was one of the first times Quinn found it endearing instead of infuriating.
Every practice that week ended up the same way, with Quinn buried deep inside Rachel and Rachel screaming out in an Austrian accent. Since they had spent approximately five minutes of practice time actually rehearsing, their glee club performance completely sucked. Mr. Schuester admonished them and gave them another two weeks to “iron out the kinks” in their performance, which made Quinn stifle laughter and Rachel blush. For the first time Rachel didn’t care about the criticism.
After a few more days of "rehearsal" the two girls didn’t need the pretense of glee practice to get together. They even started having dinner together and going to movies, out of costume. One small step led to another, and by the end of their weeks of practice they were quietly dating, as Rachel and Quinn.
They were happy together, falling in love, just as themselves.
Still, that didn’t stop them from smirking at each other when Mr. Schuester asked for volunteers to sing the parts of Nellie and Emile in a modernized version of “Some Enchanted Evening” from South Pacific.
“Well I do have that vintage nurse costume in the attic,” Rachel whispered, stifling laughter. It was Quinn’s turn to blush.