Shapeshifter (1/2)
Stealth is my middle name. Stealth is my middle name. I refuse to knock over anything or make any kind of sound whatsoever, because stealth is my middle name.
It wasn’t that Rachel Berry didn’t like Blaine Anderson. He was a nice boy, a fine possible male lead, a good kisser and an amazingly romantic boyfriend to Kurt. But he was still a Warbler.
Or rather, he had been a Warbler. Until now. Recent developments - including Kurt bursting into tears during a solo because he hadn’t seen his boyfriend in the last 12 hours - had persuaded Blaine to transfer to William McKinley High. Rachel was happy for them. But Rachel was also Rachel.
She couldn’t not check it out. She needed to get a hand on his file, to see if the switch was permanent and legit. If there were any notes at all in Sue Sylvester’s handwriting, she wouldn’t hesitate in bringing Blaine Warbler down.
Which was why she was here, clutching a flashlight tightly in her hand, wearing all black and repeating a mantra silently to herself. Stealth is my middle name. Stealth is my middle name.
Of course, she didn’t really have anything to worry about. If something went wrong, she still had a few tricks up her sleeve. The biggest perk of being a shapeshifter, is that you can always hide. Sue Sylvester herself could walk in and not discover her.
Dust was coating every file except for Blaine’s. She read it, after pointing the blindingly bright beam of her flashlight at it, with a frown on her face.
Her eyes scanned the words. His principal had signed it, his parents had signed it, he had signed it, Figgins had signed it… it looked legit, alright. Her frown faded into a soft smile. She was glad that he checked out, but one can never be too careful.
This was proven by the footsteps that were quickly approaching the door. Rachel’s eyes widened. She quickly stashed the file back into the dusty cabinet, turned off her flashlight and changed into a wall.
No-one ever came here with any other goal then to steal the basically unprotected files. The clicking of heels stopped, the door creaked open, and Rachel’s eyes flew to a flowy summer dress and short blonde hair while the girl was closing the door. She knew that backside.
It wasn’t weird for Quinn to be here, really. She was undoubtedly here to burn her own file, so that there would never be a repeat of the Lucy-debacle. Rachel nodded firmly to herself.
Quinn looked around, warily.
“Is anybody there? You can come out. I won’t tell that you’ve been stealing files.”
Rachel might have been tempted to do just that, if it wasn’t for the fact that that was Quinn Fabray and she was Rachel Berry. She doubted the offer would stand for her.
Plus there was the minor detail that she was looking like a wall and wasn’t keen on the prospect of showing Quinn her hidden identity. She liked having a secret - it made her life less mundane - and Quinn already thought she was a freak. Her life would be hell.
Quinn stood still for a few more moments, taking quiet breaths, before closing the blinds. The blonde blocked the door with a chair, and then took another chair and sat down on it, facing Rachel/the wall.
What in Barbra’s name is she doing sitting down here?
Her silent question was answered immediately after she’d started wondering. Quinn hiked up her dress so it bunched around her hips and spread her legs, offering Rachel an unblocked view at glimmering panties.
Rachel still had eyes. She still had her own body. It just didn’t look like that to the outside world, but Rachel still felt like herself. So she couldn’t deny the immediate tingle she felt between her hips.
Quinn worked her panties down her legs, until they reached somewhere around her ankles. Then, her hand was suddenly resting on her thigh, quickly trailing up.
Rachel’s mouth watered. She couldn’t help it. She couldn’t do anything; she was completely frozen, her eyes only casting looks at the hand that was now reaching Quinn’s unspeakables.
Part of her wanted Quinn to stop now. She’d never, ever be able to look at the girl the same way again after this. She knew that. But she didn’t have the strength to turn her eyes away.
“Oh God, yes,” Quinn sighed, throwing her head back over the edge of the chair. Rachel felt herself clench, and her eyes zeroed in on Quinn’s fingers.
It seemed like nothing else in the world existed outside of Quinn’s long, nimble fingers. The nimble fingers that were tracing circles around a tiny, tiny bud. Rachel knew what bud it was, though. It was the same bud that was pounding between her legs incessantly. She had enough experience with masturbation - it was a completely healthy and normal thing, after all - to know that Quinn was circling her clit. She also had enough experience to know that she was so incredibly turned on, that it was bordering on insanity. The drumming between her legs could have been produced by a drum orchestra.
The world was suddenly bigger again, when soft, regular pants broke the silence. Sometimes the occasional moan was thrown in. Rachel swallowed a whimper. Walls don’t make sounds, Rachel Barbra Berry! Get a grip on yourself! Even though the spectacle in front of you is the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen, counting that porn film you once watched for educational purposes, that does not mean that you want to be discovered! Especially in this compromising position!
Of course, it would be mostly Quinn who didn’t want to be found in her compromising position. Which just got more compromising, since she propped her feet up the small cabinet in front of her, allowing Rachel a very direct look at Quinn’s glistening sex.
The moans grew a tiny bit heavier. Rachel only noticed because she was focused on nothing else but Quinn, with the scary intensity she usually reserved for musical performances. Quinn was obviously holding back in the vocal department, and Rachel was torn between wanting her to be as loud as possible and thinking that it was so hot when Quinn was holding back.
Two fingers disappeared, straight into Quinn’s core, with a soft sopping sound. Rachel’s knees began shaking, as Quinn started bucking her hips upward. Her blonde bangs were sticking to her forehead, which was coated with sweat.
Faster they went. Quinn’s thumb joined the party by flicking her clit, and her breath stuck in her throat. Rachel recognized all the signs of an approaching orgasm, and indeed, Quinn came then. With shaky gasps, and tremors that were so intense that she almost seemed to double over.
The girl stayed that way for a few minutes, before pulling up her panties and standing on shaky legs. She seemed to change her mind then, and took off her panties again, only to stick them somewhere inside her purse. She moved the chair in front of the door and walked away without another look.
Rachel changed back into herself, and stuck her fingers down the waistband of her skirt, only to feel that she had officially ruined her panties. She didn’t even waste time blocking the door again. She didn’t need to. Her hand immediately slipped inside her panties and a few well placed flicks were enough to bring her to an orgasm.
Usually Rachel was a big fan of teasing herself, but her body felt like it had already been teased too much and couldn’t take anymore.
Despite the fact that she had just climaxed, there were thoughts. Thoughts like none she’d ever had before. Thoughts about Quinn going commando right this second. Thoughts about Quinn’s wet panties in her purse. Thoughts about Quinn’s soft gasps and her wonderfully nimble fingers. About Quinn gasping out her name, with Rachel’s fingers inside her. Those amazing nimble fingers making Rachel cum.
The fresh smell of sex spurred on those thoughts, and Rachel kept circling her clit. Her hand gripped the edge of the table tightly, until her knuckles were white. Closing her eyes and recalling images of Quinn, climaxing, she felt her toes curl and her pussy clench again. She got through her second orgasm with only a high squeak and a soft whimper.
Rachel left then, as soon as she was able to stand up straight again, but not before losing her panties as well - they were ruined now, anyway - and promising herself that she was going to take every chance she could get to watch Quinn flick her bean. It might be perverted, but Rachel was addicted now. There was no going back.
***
The next day in school, Rachel almost broke into a sweat the moment she spotted Quinn. Thoughts about their encounter the day before were bombarding her head, and everything inside of Rachel was hoping for a repeat performance. Which was why, when Quinn asked for a bathroom slip during 2nd period Spanish, Rachel immediately asked one as well. The teacher looked a bit wary, but Rachel launched straight into a monologue about a healthy bladder and possible infections, and, well, Mr. Shue was already way too familiar with Rachel’s monologues. He didn’t need one about higher health risks for girls because of their genitalia.
Rachel didn’t even know, couldn’t even be sure that Quinn was going to pet her kitty or if she really did have to go to the bathroom. She didn’t care. If there was even the slightest chance that Quinn - why is she ducking into a classroom?
Quinn wasn’t going to the bathroom, instead, she walked straight into a classroom. Rachel saw that she’d kept the lights out and try to spy to the keyhole. Unfortunately, that didn’t go so well. Perhaps that truly only worked in movies. She took a few steps back, and ran towards the door, only to change into a piece of paper halfway through her run.
Her speed allowed her to slide under the door, and bingo. She was inside the classroom. And indeed, there was Quinn, back turned to her.
Rachel shifted back into herself and made a few quiet, stealthy steps forward, only to change into a table.
Quinn turned around and set down on the teacher’s desk, spreading her legs. Rachel had mixed feelings about the jeans that Quinn was wearing today, but when she was rubbing herself through the seams of them, she kind of liked them.
Rachel gasped when Quinn’s hand dove under her shirt and started tugging a little, until she seemed to be fondling one breast, while the other hard nipple was just showing through the shirt.
Quinn’s hand came out again, and 2 fingers disappeared inside her mouth, before going back to fondle her other breast. This was the moment Rachel finally understood the male fascination with boobs. The strangest thoughts about kneading them, kissing them, licking them, and, oh God, yes, even sucking them popped into her head.
It was almost with the speed of light that Quinn unbuttoned her jeans and shoved them down her legs. She shuck her panties as well, and suddenly, Rachel was enjoying the same view as yesterday.
Her viewpoint was a little lower, and this time she could see Quinn’s privates very well. They were almost eye-level with her, and she could see the juices dripping out. Quinn’s soft moans and gasps were heightening Rachel’s state of arousal, until, all too soon, Quinn bucked her hips and Rachel was watching more juices spill from Quinn.
Shouldn’t that have taken more than 5 minutes?
The ex-Cheerio’s pants were painting a blush on Rachel’s cheeks, but Quinn pulled up her panties and her jeans before walking out on shaky legs.
***
When Quinn sneaked out to the bathroom during lunch, Rachel changed herself into a doorknob, and watched while Quinn’s breasts bounced as she rode her own hand. And even the day after that, when Rachel was traditionally early for Glee practice, she wasn’t the first one there. There was Quinn, leaning against the piano, her hands down her pants.
Rachel was taken by surprise, but reacted quickly by changing into the piano. That was when she felt it. Felt Quinn.
Quinn was leaning against her, and it felt so good. She felt the girl’s hands on her, gripping for support, the sweat leaving moist spots on the piano. The blonde was rubbing against her and it was blowing her mind. Rachel watched as Quinn entered herself and threw a heated gaze towards the chairs before biting her lip.
Whose name is she trying not to cry out?
The thought lasted only for a second before Rachel was distracted by a very strong smell, and she noticed Quinn’s hips were bucking up again, toward the edge of the piano. She noticed Quinn’s thighs quaking and even a drop of soft looking fluid dripping down it.
The slender hips stopped bucking, and Rachel looked up at Quinn’s face. She was shocked to see blood, and even more shocked that it seemed to be coming from Quinn’s mouth. Before she could change back and perform CPR or anything, really, Quinn had wiped it away and Rachel saw that it came from her lips. She must have bitten it until it bled.
Unfortunately, Quinn sat down then, and Rachel was forced to stay in the form of the piano. One by one the Gleeks arrived, and Rachel was left regretting her split-second decision making. When Mr. Shue arrived, he was forced to come to the conclusion that Rachel just wasn’t there that day.
When everyone had finally left (because of course, this had to be the day that everyone decided to become spontaneously motivated) Rachel found that her body was shaking. Was it just the lingering arousal, or something else?
Rachel changed into herself and the trembles stopped at once, a feeling of relief spreading through her body. That was very curious. However, Rachel decided not to spend too much time wondering about it. She also had her poor abused core, still dripping with her essence, to take care of.
After having taken care of a certain itch between her legs, Rachel started wondering. She’d been polishing her pearl abnormally regularly as of late. The cause was clear - Quinn Fabray’s manual escapades were keeping Rachel at a tiring level of arousal throughout the day. But what, or more importantly, perhaps who was turning Quinn on?
Was she pregnant again? Probably not - Quinn was not that stupid. Stupid enough to make the mistake once, perhaps, but not twice. The thought that she’d had sex with Finn during their small reunion sent chills down her back.
No, it was probably something else. Maybe it was Quinn’s path to self-discovery, but Rachel had noticed that Quinn was always desperately trying not to gasp out a name during her trysts. This forced Rachel to the unpleasant conclusion that Quinn had very intense sexual feelings for someone.
Finn was an option, yes. Finn was a handsome enough boy, but he wasn’t exactly sexual fantasy material. Quinn undoubtedly knew about Finn’s habit to ‘jizz in his pants’ as Santana so eloquently called it. Santana was also the one responsible for the nickname ‘Finncompetent’, which he had deserved during their small get-together.
Sam or Puck was more likely. Sam and her looked related - but who knew if Quinn Fabray had a large narcissistic side? The girl could definitely come off arrogant at times, but Rachel knew for certain that Quinn’s insecurities were very present as well, which eliminated the narcissistic part. Puck was possible - it was after all the boy who Quinn had given her virginity to. But that couldn’t have been an all too happy memory, with the consequences burned into Quinn’s mind and probably her body.
Part of Rachel wanted to know, so very desperately. But she was scared. She knew what was happening. She was insanely attracted to the girl, and quickly forming a crush on the worst person she could have chosen. Part of her wished that she’d never been there to witness Quinn diddling her skittle, but well, the girl had saved her the trouble of ever having to think of an elaborate sexual fantasy ever again.
This thing was wreaking havoc on her brain, but she needed to know. She needed to know so desperately. But what could she do?
Part 2!
It wasn’t that Rachel Berry didn’t like Blaine Anderson. He was a nice boy, a fine possible male lead, a good kisser and an amazingly romantic boyfriend to Kurt. But he was still a Warbler.
Or rather, he had been a Warbler. Until now. Recent developments - including Kurt bursting into tears during a solo because he hadn’t seen his boyfriend in the last 12 hours - had persuaded Blaine to transfer to William McKinley High. Rachel was happy for them. But Rachel was also Rachel.
She couldn’t not check it out. She needed to get a hand on his file, to see if the switch was permanent and legit. If there were any notes at all in Sue Sylvester’s handwriting, she wouldn’t hesitate in bringing Blaine Warbler down.
Which was why she was here, clutching a flashlight tightly in her hand, wearing all black and repeating a mantra silently to herself. Stealth is my middle name. Stealth is my middle name.
Of course, she didn’t really have anything to worry about. If something went wrong, she still had a few tricks up her sleeve. The biggest perk of being a shapeshifter, is that you can always hide. Sue Sylvester herself could walk in and not discover her.
Dust was coating every file except for Blaine’s. She read it, after pointing the blindingly bright beam of her flashlight at it, with a frown on her face.
Her eyes scanned the words. His principal had signed it, his parents had signed it, he had signed it, Figgins had signed it… it looked legit, alright. Her frown faded into a soft smile. She was glad that he checked out, but one can never be too careful.
This was proven by the footsteps that were quickly approaching the door. Rachel’s eyes widened. She quickly stashed the file back into the dusty cabinet, turned off her flashlight and changed into a wall.
No-one ever came here with any other goal then to steal the basically unprotected files. The clicking of heels stopped, the door creaked open, and Rachel’s eyes flew to a flowy summer dress and short blonde hair while the girl was closing the door. She knew that backside.
It wasn’t weird for Quinn to be here, really. She was undoubtedly here to burn her own file, so that there would never be a repeat of the Lucy-debacle. Rachel nodded firmly to herself.
Quinn looked around, warily.
“Is anybody there? You can come out. I won’t tell that you’ve been stealing files.”
Rachel might have been tempted to do just that, if it wasn’t for the fact that that was Quinn Fabray and she was Rachel Berry. She doubted the offer would stand for her.
Plus there was the minor detail that she was looking like a wall and wasn’t keen on the prospect of showing Quinn her hidden identity. She liked having a secret - it made her life less mundane - and Quinn already thought she was a freak. Her life would be hell.
Quinn stood still for a few more moments, taking quiet breaths, before closing the blinds. The blonde blocked the door with a chair, and then took another chair and sat down on it, facing Rachel/the wall.
What in Barbra’s name is she doing sitting down here?
Her silent question was answered immediately after she’d started wondering. Quinn hiked up her dress so it bunched around her hips and spread her legs, offering Rachel an unblocked view at glimmering panties.
Rachel still had eyes. She still had her own body. It just didn’t look like that to the outside world, but Rachel still felt like herself. So she couldn’t deny the immediate tingle she felt between her hips.
Quinn worked her panties down her legs, until they reached somewhere around her ankles. Then, her hand was suddenly resting on her thigh, quickly trailing up.
Rachel’s mouth watered. She couldn’t help it. She couldn’t do anything; she was completely frozen, her eyes only casting looks at the hand that was now reaching Quinn’s unspeakables.
Part of her wanted Quinn to stop now. She’d never, ever be able to look at the girl the same way again after this. She knew that. But she didn’t have the strength to turn her eyes away.
“Oh God, yes,” Quinn sighed, throwing her head back over the edge of the chair. Rachel felt herself clench, and her eyes zeroed in on Quinn’s fingers.
It seemed like nothing else in the world existed outside of Quinn’s long, nimble fingers. The nimble fingers that were tracing circles around a tiny, tiny bud. Rachel knew what bud it was, though. It was the same bud that was pounding between her legs incessantly. She had enough experience with masturbation - it was a completely healthy and normal thing, after all - to know that Quinn was circling her clit. She also had enough experience to know that she was so incredibly turned on, that it was bordering on insanity. The drumming between her legs could have been produced by a drum orchestra.
The world was suddenly bigger again, when soft, regular pants broke the silence. Sometimes the occasional moan was thrown in. Rachel swallowed a whimper. Walls don’t make sounds, Rachel Barbra Berry! Get a grip on yourself! Even though the spectacle in front of you is the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen, counting that porn film you once watched for educational purposes, that does not mean that you want to be discovered! Especially in this compromising position!
Of course, it would be mostly Quinn who didn’t want to be found in her compromising position. Which just got more compromising, since she propped her feet up the small cabinet in front of her, allowing Rachel a very direct look at Quinn’s glistening sex.
The moans grew a tiny bit heavier. Rachel only noticed because she was focused on nothing else but Quinn, with the scary intensity she usually reserved for musical performances. Quinn was obviously holding back in the vocal department, and Rachel was torn between wanting her to be as loud as possible and thinking that it was so hot when Quinn was holding back.
Two fingers disappeared, straight into Quinn’s core, with a soft sopping sound. Rachel’s knees began shaking, as Quinn started bucking her hips upward. Her blonde bangs were sticking to her forehead, which was coated with sweat.
Faster they went. Quinn’s thumb joined the party by flicking her clit, and her breath stuck in her throat. Rachel recognized all the signs of an approaching orgasm, and indeed, Quinn came then. With shaky gasps, and tremors that were so intense that she almost seemed to double over.
The girl stayed that way for a few minutes, before pulling up her panties and standing on shaky legs. She seemed to change her mind then, and took off her panties again, only to stick them somewhere inside her purse. She moved the chair in front of the door and walked away without another look.
Rachel changed back into herself, and stuck her fingers down the waistband of her skirt, only to feel that she had officially ruined her panties. She didn’t even waste time blocking the door again. She didn’t need to. Her hand immediately slipped inside her panties and a few well placed flicks were enough to bring her to an orgasm.
Usually Rachel was a big fan of teasing herself, but her body felt like it had already been teased too much and couldn’t take anymore.
Despite the fact that she had just climaxed, there were thoughts. Thoughts like none she’d ever had before. Thoughts about Quinn going commando right this second. Thoughts about Quinn’s wet panties in her purse. Thoughts about Quinn’s soft gasps and her wonderfully nimble fingers. About Quinn gasping out her name, with Rachel’s fingers inside her. Those amazing nimble fingers making Rachel cum.
The fresh smell of sex spurred on those thoughts, and Rachel kept circling her clit. Her hand gripped the edge of the table tightly, until her knuckles were white. Closing her eyes and recalling images of Quinn, climaxing, she felt her toes curl and her pussy clench again. She got through her second orgasm with only a high squeak and a soft whimper.
Rachel left then, as soon as she was able to stand up straight again, but not before losing her panties as well - they were ruined now, anyway - and promising herself that she was going to take every chance she could get to watch Quinn flick her bean. It might be perverted, but Rachel was addicted now. There was no going back.
***
The next day in school, Rachel almost broke into a sweat the moment she spotted Quinn. Thoughts about their encounter the day before were bombarding her head, and everything inside of Rachel was hoping for a repeat performance. Which was why, when Quinn asked for a bathroom slip during 2nd period Spanish, Rachel immediately asked one as well. The teacher looked a bit wary, but Rachel launched straight into a monologue about a healthy bladder and possible infections, and, well, Mr. Shue was already way too familiar with Rachel’s monologues. He didn’t need one about higher health risks for girls because of their genitalia.
Rachel didn’t even know, couldn’t even be sure that Quinn was going to pet her kitty or if she really did have to go to the bathroom. She didn’t care. If there was even the slightest chance that Quinn - why is she ducking into a classroom?
Quinn wasn’t going to the bathroom, instead, she walked straight into a classroom. Rachel saw that she’d kept the lights out and try to spy to the keyhole. Unfortunately, that didn’t go so well. Perhaps that truly only worked in movies. She took a few steps back, and ran towards the door, only to change into a piece of paper halfway through her run.
Her speed allowed her to slide under the door, and bingo. She was inside the classroom. And indeed, there was Quinn, back turned to her.
Rachel shifted back into herself and made a few quiet, stealthy steps forward, only to change into a table.
Quinn turned around and set down on the teacher’s desk, spreading her legs. Rachel had mixed feelings about the jeans that Quinn was wearing today, but when she was rubbing herself through the seams of them, she kind of liked them.
Rachel gasped when Quinn’s hand dove under her shirt and started tugging a little, until she seemed to be fondling one breast, while the other hard nipple was just showing through the shirt.
Quinn’s hand came out again, and 2 fingers disappeared inside her mouth, before going back to fondle her other breast. This was the moment Rachel finally understood the male fascination with boobs. The strangest thoughts about kneading them, kissing them, licking them, and, oh God, yes, even sucking them popped into her head.
It was almost with the speed of light that Quinn unbuttoned her jeans and shoved them down her legs. She shuck her panties as well, and suddenly, Rachel was enjoying the same view as yesterday.
Her viewpoint was a little lower, and this time she could see Quinn’s privates very well. They were almost eye-level with her, and she could see the juices dripping out. Quinn’s soft moans and gasps were heightening Rachel’s state of arousal, until, all too soon, Quinn bucked her hips and Rachel was watching more juices spill from Quinn.
Shouldn’t that have taken more than 5 minutes?
The ex-Cheerio’s pants were painting a blush on Rachel’s cheeks, but Quinn pulled up her panties and her jeans before walking out on shaky legs.
***
When Quinn sneaked out to the bathroom during lunch, Rachel changed herself into a doorknob, and watched while Quinn’s breasts bounced as she rode her own hand. And even the day after that, when Rachel was traditionally early for Glee practice, she wasn’t the first one there. There was Quinn, leaning against the piano, her hands down her pants.
Rachel was taken by surprise, but reacted quickly by changing into the piano. That was when she felt it. Felt Quinn.
Quinn was leaning against her, and it felt so good. She felt the girl’s hands on her, gripping for support, the sweat leaving moist spots on the piano. The blonde was rubbing against her and it was blowing her mind. Rachel watched as Quinn entered herself and threw a heated gaze towards the chairs before biting her lip.
Whose name is she trying not to cry out?
The thought lasted only for a second before Rachel was distracted by a very strong smell, and she noticed Quinn’s hips were bucking up again, toward the edge of the piano. She noticed Quinn’s thighs quaking and even a drop of soft looking fluid dripping down it.
The slender hips stopped bucking, and Rachel looked up at Quinn’s face. She was shocked to see blood, and even more shocked that it seemed to be coming from Quinn’s mouth. Before she could change back and perform CPR or anything, really, Quinn had wiped it away and Rachel saw that it came from her lips. She must have bitten it until it bled.
Unfortunately, Quinn sat down then, and Rachel was forced to stay in the form of the piano. One by one the Gleeks arrived, and Rachel was left regretting her split-second decision making. When Mr. Shue arrived, he was forced to come to the conclusion that Rachel just wasn’t there that day.
When everyone had finally left (because of course, this had to be the day that everyone decided to become spontaneously motivated) Rachel found that her body was shaking. Was it just the lingering arousal, or something else?
Rachel changed into herself and the trembles stopped at once, a feeling of relief spreading through her body. That was very curious. However, Rachel decided not to spend too much time wondering about it. She also had her poor abused core, still dripping with her essence, to take care of.
After having taken care of a certain itch between her legs, Rachel started wondering. She’d been polishing her pearl abnormally regularly as of late. The cause was clear - Quinn Fabray’s manual escapades were keeping Rachel at a tiring level of arousal throughout the day. But what, or more importantly, perhaps who was turning Quinn on?
Was she pregnant again? Probably not - Quinn was not that stupid. Stupid enough to make the mistake once, perhaps, but not twice. The thought that she’d had sex with Finn during their small reunion sent chills down her back.
No, it was probably something else. Maybe it was Quinn’s path to self-discovery, but Rachel had noticed that Quinn was always desperately trying not to gasp out a name during her trysts. This forced Rachel to the unpleasant conclusion that Quinn had very intense sexual feelings for someone.
Finn was an option, yes. Finn was a handsome enough boy, but he wasn’t exactly sexual fantasy material. Quinn undoubtedly knew about Finn’s habit to ‘jizz in his pants’ as Santana so eloquently called it. Santana was also the one responsible for the nickname ‘Finncompetent’, which he had deserved during their small get-together.
Sam or Puck was more likely. Sam and her looked related - but who knew if Quinn Fabray had a large narcissistic side? The girl could definitely come off arrogant at times, but Rachel knew for certain that Quinn’s insecurities were very present as well, which eliminated the narcissistic part. Puck was possible - it was after all the boy who Quinn had given her virginity to. But that couldn’t have been an all too happy memory, with the consequences burned into Quinn’s mind and probably her body.
Part of Rachel wanted to know, so very desperately. But she was scared. She knew what was happening. She was insanely attracted to the girl, and quickly forming a crush on the worst person she could have chosen. Part of her wished that she’d never been there to witness Quinn diddling her skittle, but well, the girl had saved her the trouble of ever having to think of an elaborate sexual fantasy ever again.
This thing was wreaking havoc on her brain, but she needed to know. She needed to know so desperately. But what could she do?
Part 2!