I Know You Want Me - Chapter One
Title: I Know You Want Me
Author: Sio & Maura
Rating: Hard NC-17
Length: 3,560
Spoilers: This is AU. No Beth. No Lucy. Puck/Rachel lasted for a few months instead of a week and Jesse is a bigger ass than canon. Also Santana's promiscuity implied in the canon is not in effect for this fic for reasons that will be made evident.
Pairing: Rachel/Santana, Puck/Quinn
Summary: Rachel's longed after someone since the first day they met, but will a big secret bring them together or destroy them?
Warnings (highlight to read): Gender Identity, pregnancy, angst, topping, language, voyeurism, dub-con, non-con, anal, oral, vaginal, public, fisting, size-kink, and talk of self harm
Author's Notes: This is written with my writing partner Maura (xxlakshmixx). We started this out as a pure smut fic, but it found a heart and a serious plotline. This story does deal with Gender Identity Disorder, also known as Gender Dysphoria. We want to be very frank in saying that that is serious issue and something that has many aspects to it. We do not seek to cover them all, this is just one. We hope to not offend anyone with our portrayal of this condition in this manner.
Chapter One - I Get Off
She thought about it sometimes. What she’d say when interviewers asked her - as they inevitably would - how it started. What the starting point of the torrid affair between her and her partner had been. She gave it a lot of thought. Eventually, she decided on an answer.
Skirts.
Extremely simplistic to be certain, but relatively accurate. It was a skirt that had drawn her eyes to the firmness of the muscles of upper thighs, the delightful shape of the ass under those whipping pleats. After that, the athleticism of the tanned cheerleader’s dance and the delicious smokiness of her voice had caused heat to pool between her thighs like none of her boyfriends had managed to do. She’d almost gasped as she realized what was happening as she watched the other girl’s performances. She wanted her.
She wanted her bad.
She’d always known she liked her, even when she was at her worse. All it had taken was the taller girl yanking a hulking brute away from her in the sandbox and kicking him square between the legs when she met her for the first time in elementary school and she knew she’d never be able to hate Santana Lopez. She detested violence - even then - but having someone come to her defense when the bigger boy was harassing her - again - for being the daughter of two gay men for the first time - even if the boyish looking girl had insisted it was just because it wasn’t cool to pick on someone cause their dads were gay or whatever - had won her over.
At that moment, she’d wanted - even more than the pony she’d been begging her dads for - to be able to call the taller girl her friend. It hadn’t worked out that way - Santana had connected with first Quinn Fabray and then Brittany Pierce and she may have been small, but Rachel certainly wasn’t foolish enough to not realize that the Fabrays did not much care for the Berrys. If it had been the other way around - if Santana had made friends with the cheerful dancer first - maybe it could have been different, but in fifth grade, Quinn Fabray was already making strides towards being one of the prettiest and most popular girls in school and she surrounded herself with pretty, popular people that would make good underlings. Rachel may not have agreed with the idea of Santana as an underling to the confusing blonde - she was usually mean, but every once in a while when bullies destroyed Rachel’s lunch, she’d offer her the apple slices or carrot sticks from hers to the tiny girl - but she knew better than to mess with the dynamics developing.
So finding herself liking the beautiful Latina certainly wasn’t a surprise - even after the generally unpleasant manner in which she treated her as her place as Quinn’s right hand girl became more and more established. But realizing just how much she was liking her - or at least how very attracted to her on a sexual level she was - was a bit of a surprise. Rachel Berry was never one to back down from a challenge. Her relations with the men in her life were chaotic and tangled - and sometimes it felt like they were just slipping away entirely - but none of them excited her as just a few stolen moments in Santana’s company.
And then the rumors had began that Santana and Brittany’s less than secret trysts had ended - the two girls that had been seemingly constantly connected by their pinkies since they’d become friends in fifth grade going their separate ways as Brittany decided to be exclusive with Artie. It was the chance Rachel had been hoping for from the time she’d realized that just being around the slim, boyishly beautiful cheerleader made her heart race and her sexual dreams become more and more focused on the Latina. The problem was the more she observed her potential partner and tried to figure out a way to approach her, she simply couldn’t find a method that would keep her from being rejected out of hand.
It took months - almost all of their junior year - of carefully observing Santana. Trying to see a way that she could gain the other girl’s attention. It wasn’t stalking - exactly. One simply couldn’t be too careful and efforts made towards maximizing the potential for success in one’s pursuit of a potential lover deserved to be made. But Santana was far more difficult and frustrating than any of the boys had been and the more she watched - and heard her deny any possibility of lesbian tendencies over and over - the less certain she became.
Noah had been simple. He was a sweet boy - when he wanted to be - but like all boys, he thought less with the head between his ears and more with the one between his thighs. All she’d had to do was flirt a little in a manner that flattered his ego and suggested an offer for potential consensual oral contact and he had dropped the slushies in the trash and followed her about like a little lost puppy. They’d stayed together for months - more from her desire to have a boyfriend as popular as him giving her the impetus to go to her knees for him than from lasting affection, though she did like him. It was from him that she was taught how to please a man orally and how much guys liked it when girls took over after catching them masturbating. But she hadn’t been willing to offer more than that and it hadn’t been enough to keep his attention. They’d drifted apart as he left to chase cheerleader skirts. Particularly one belonging to one Quinn Fabray.
Finn had been somewhat of a challenge, but only because he was attached to Quinn. Her biggest rival, whom she wasn’t especially given to liking after she’d obviously corrupted the attentions of the only acceptably attractive Jewish boy in the school. Noah had had leading man potential until he made the unfortunate mistake of calling for the blonde head cheerleader as he spurted into her mouth as she fellated him one of their last times together. So Finn had been more than acceptable as a replacement considering that in taking him she would be returning the favor of Quinn stealing Noah’s attention and - she hoped - he would make an admirable distraction from her awkward attraction to the inaccessible Latina.
Then she’d gotten him to the auditorium - her go-to place for romantic interludes - and up on the stage. Everything had been set - picnic blanket stretched out and comfortable pillows piled around. She was even willing to touch him the way Noah suggested when she’d asked how to win the quarterback if that was what it would take to seal the deal. Then she’d been on top, snaking her hand into his unbuttoned jeans and squeezing his hard length - longer than Noah, though a bit thinner - getting ready to pull it out when it happened. He’d tensed and climaxed all over her hand. Before she even got him out of his pants.
It was incredibly disappointing. But she’d thought that possibly they could work on it. Help him establish a greater control and staying power. Unfortunately, they never got beyond her stroking him a couple of times before he’d let go. She didn’t know what to do besides reassure him she wouldn’t tell. They’d continued dating off and on, but she was distracted by Santana and the anxious feeling that clenched her chest whenever they began to move things beyond making out - certain that his problem was some how related to her. She wished her fathers were home more to reassure her, but she didn’t at all know how to ask them if her boyfriend’s premature ejaculation problem could be her fault over skype.
Then there was Jesse. Handsome, talented Jesse. She’d had such hopes for him and there had been the dual purpose of hooking up with him giving her an in to scouting their biggest rivals - Vocal Adrenaline.
They’d dated for almost a year and she’d held such hopes. Right up until she’d been stripped naked and kneeling in front of him on her bed, her nipples so hard they ached and her pussy just dripping with her need to have him inside her. He’d been slow and gentle, working her up before undressing her and urging her to her hands and knees on the bed. She could hear him behind her, stroking himself as he ran his hand over her bare ass sticking up in the air, slicking lube on to himself - though she hadn’t any idea why he’d need that as she held onto her headboard and braced herself for having her virginity taken.
She’d thought she was ready to give herself to him. That he would be the one she’d share her life with. The one to distract her from Santana. He’d slapped her ass - though it made her blush to think about, she’d really liked that part - and ran his fingers through her wetness with a strange hesitation she wasn’t quite sure about. Then she’d felt the tip of his straining cock, slick with lube, pressing against an orifice that had not been offered.
Before she’d been able to bring voice to her vociferous protest, he’d pushed inside and they’d been drowned with the shock of him taking her anally. He’d grunted and pumped into her, his fingers hard enough to leave faint bruises on her hips as he pulled her into him. She could feel his balls slapping against her with every pump, her fingers straining against the headboard as she squeezed her eyes shut. The feeling was so bizarre - not quite painful because he was so thin, but not wanted. With every thrust and guttural groan coming from behind her, she felt her heart break a little more.
When he’d finally come inside her ass and she’d felt the overflow dripping down into her folds, she’d jerked forward, pulling him out of her. She couldn’t do anything but stare at him with shocked disgust and betrayal, hurrying into the bathroom to try and scrub the filthy feeling of his touch lingering on her body as much as she could. He’d begged and pleaded with her to forgive him, but she’d come out wrapped in her robe, taken one look at his flaccid member with disgust and gathered his clothes, throwing them at him and inviting him to leave as quickly as possible. It had ruined his chances of being her leading man if he couldn’t even understand that she hadn’t wanted what he’d forced on her.
She’d wanted her daddys as she’d collapsed on her bed once she heard her front door close. Wanted them to come home and hold her. Tell her it was okay, that she hadn’t deserved what he’d done. She just wanted to be touched by someone she wanted to touch her, how she wanted them to touch her. It made her think of Santana and her tears just came harder. She didn’t even have a chance of gaining the taller girl’s attention as she was.
After that night she’d gone back to dating Finn again and began developing a plan to change. To be what the sensual Latina would want. Her skirts got shorter, her shirts tighter. She began watching videos on the Internet trying to learn how to flirt with her body language instead of words even though it made her feel entirely awkward. She wanted the girl to notice her. To “never say no” with her and not with Brittany or Noah or any of the other guys that bragged about being with her.
When she’d felt dark eyes on her legs and the cleavage she’d exposed while emulating Britney Spears in her manner of dress, something had clicked. She thought she had what she needed to snag the sexy Latina. All she had to do was encourage her to want to be with her physically as much as possible. Brittany was the only girl she knew that had managed to be with her, so she decided to try and emulate the dancer’s over the top sexuality and well known promiscuity as best she could. She’d give herself to the other girl if that’s what it took to get a chance with her.
She wondered how it would happen in her more anxious moments. If Santana would pull her into a janitor’s closet or the bathroom, throw her up against a wall and just fuck - the crude term sending a thrill through her just thinking it - her? If she’d take her against the lockers? Perhaps on the piano in the choir room before Glee, their fellow club members moments from coming in as she ripped screams from her body with those slender and doubtlessly talented fingers?
She would have to cross her legs tightly and bite her lip as arousal would surge in her body just watching the Latina perform. She let Finn date her as she chased the other girl, needing something to relieve the tension, even if it was just him pawing at her breasts - with his little problem, they couldn’t very well do any more and she didn’t want him to - as he kissed her sloppily. Usually she ended up with touching herself as she thought about Santana being between her legs after he left to go home.
It was getting distracting, finding herself drenched and imagining the girl shoving her up against a wall and just taking her every time she saw her. She’d found herself not even bothering to wear panties to school anymore since they were often soaked through by the end of first period anyway. She had a fairly good feeling that Santana had figured out about the missing piece of her daily wardrobe when she’d given her a sharp look that first day she’d gone commando. She wondered if perhaps the cheerleader had been looking - if she’d seen her waxed pussy swollen with arousal for the other girl as she crossed and uncrossed her legs as she realized the Latina was looking her direction in Glee.
She tried not to care that she was likely giving other members a free show as well. She knew Noah had figured out that she went pantyless by the telling leer and the way his eyes darted to the hem of her skirt when he’d stopped her heading out the second week. She’d had to back him up against the wall and unzip his pants before dropping to her knees to blow him between classes to get him to stop trying to reach under her skirt.
It had been slightly more difficult when he’d walked into the choir room during lunch and found her with her legs on either side of the piano bench and her fingers knuckle deep in her pussy as she frantically fucked herself after an intense daydream about Santana eating her out on top of the piano. She been so turned on she’d hadn’t been able to wait until she got to a bathroom before bringing herself relief. But he’d mainly been interesting in watching - and recording the action with the camera in his phone for “later viewing” with a dire threat that if he even considered sending it to anyone Quinn would find out about him calling out for her as she blew him - as she fucked herself on the piano bench, skirt pushed up into a band around her waist, thighs trembling and glistening with arousal as the fingers of one hand pumped in and out of her with wet sounds and her other hand’s fingers pinched and teased and flicked over her clit until she came. Once she finally pulled out of herself, he’d hit his knees beside the bench and buried his face between her legs, happily licking up the cream of her juices leaking out of her body - the roughness of his tongue against her clit sending her over the edge again, barely managing to bite her lip to keep from calling out Santana’s name as she did.
She knew that Noah knew she was after someone in Glee. Knew that he knew it wasn’t him or Finn too. She assumed he thought she was after one of the other guys on the team - following in the pattern of her quest for a leading man. Unfortunately, none of the other boys from the club had any sort of real leading man potential. And beside, her eyes were set firmly on the alluringly dangerous Santana Lopez.
She wanted that woman. Wanted to taste her essence, her lips. Wanted her fingers everywhere. Wanted her lips and teeth and tongue on her breasts and between her legs. She wanted her so badly that sometimes it seemed like she walked around with perpetual slickness coating her thighs with want as her pussy throbbed in time with the rhythm of the Latina’s name. It made the hyper-sexualized role she’d set for herself easier to play, but she walked home alone each day berating herself for throwing herself at the girl and feeling worse with every day it didn’t work.
So when the last auditorium session with the Glee club had finished - and she’d felt the Latina’s gaze scalding hot on her body the entire time - she’d gotten permission to stay and practice further on her own. She simply had to touch herself and the idea of doing it on stage, where anyone - but especially the object of her shockingly lustful fantasies - could walk in and see her, just made a heavier surge of arousal pump through her body. It left her tingling and riding on the edge of orgasm.
So she was more than a little frustrated when she felt someone watching her - perhaps she might experience a momentary titillation at the idea of someone catching her, she certainly didn’t want anyone to actually do so. Glancing as slyly as she could from her place organizing her music by the piano, she spotted Santana and Noah in the back of the auditorium talking. Her intrigue grew as she realized that only Noah had left and that Santana was settling herself into the seats - apparently to watch.
A heady flush channeled through her as she realized that she could be getting her chance to push her intensely sensual fellow Glee clubber over the edge. She turned to the soundboard backstage and cued up a far more explicit song than she’d originally intended when she’d requested use of the auditorium. Moving to the center of the stage and trying to give the impression of not seeing the Latina in the back of the auditorium she started moving with the careful but driving rhythm filtering through the speakers, letting her hands run over her body.
She began to sway across the stage, keeping the girl in the back of the room in her peripheral vision as she danced. Letting her fingers catch on her clothes, she let bits and pieces of skin flash. Running her hands up her legs, she drew her skirt up until her ass was exposed to her observer, making it obvious that she’d forgone panties, the lights of the stage reflecting off the arousal coating her thighs before she moved her hands away again, letting the skirt drop back in place.
She tried to move as sensually as she could - though she knew she wasn’t anywhere near in Brittany’s class, she felt she still had something to offer. Her hips swiveled as she opened the lines of her body, moving as smoothly as she could, but showing off her flexibility from years of dancing as well as as much of her body as she could in brief flashes without actually stripping. A slide of her hands up the tops of her thighs as she dropped into a squat and she knew Santana had seen under her skirt. She continued dancing as the song kept playing.
Thanks to her talks with the cheerleaders in Glee regarding her sexual approach to Jesse, she knew the Latina liked sex and she was hoping - more than a little - that if she offered herself as a sexual outlet it would peak the other girl’s interests. Perhaps it was a struggle to keep from blushing as she danced, but if it got her the girl, she was willing to be as erotically wanton as necessary. All she had to do now was wait for Santana to come to her.
And if she had her way, it'd be both literally and figuratively.
Author: Sio & Maura
Rating: Hard NC-17
Length: 3,560
Spoilers: This is AU. No Beth. No Lucy. Puck/Rachel lasted for a few months instead of a week and Jesse is a bigger ass than canon. Also Santana's promiscuity implied in the canon is not in effect for this fic for reasons that will be made evident.
Pairing: Rachel/Santana, Puck/Quinn
Summary: Rachel's longed after someone since the first day they met, but will a big secret bring them together or destroy them?
Warnings (highlight to read): Gender Identity, pregnancy, angst, topping, language, voyeurism, dub-con, non-con, anal, oral, vaginal, public, fisting, size-kink, and talk of self harm
Author's Notes: This is written with my writing partner Maura (xxlakshmixx). We started this out as a pure smut fic, but it found a heart and a serious plotline. This story does deal with Gender Identity Disorder, also known as Gender Dysphoria. We want to be very frank in saying that that is serious issue and something that has many aspects to it. We do not seek to cover them all, this is just one. We hope to not offend anyone with our portrayal of this condition in this manner.
Chapter One - I Get Off
She thought about it sometimes. What she’d say when interviewers asked her - as they inevitably would - how it started. What the starting point of the torrid affair between her and her partner had been. She gave it a lot of thought. Eventually, she decided on an answer.
Skirts.
Extremely simplistic to be certain, but relatively accurate. It was a skirt that had drawn her eyes to the firmness of the muscles of upper thighs, the delightful shape of the ass under those whipping pleats. After that, the athleticism of the tanned cheerleader’s dance and the delicious smokiness of her voice had caused heat to pool between her thighs like none of her boyfriends had managed to do. She’d almost gasped as she realized what was happening as she watched the other girl’s performances. She wanted her.
She wanted her bad.
She’d always known she liked her, even when she was at her worse. All it had taken was the taller girl yanking a hulking brute away from her in the sandbox and kicking him square between the legs when she met her for the first time in elementary school and she knew she’d never be able to hate Santana Lopez. She detested violence - even then - but having someone come to her defense when the bigger boy was harassing her - again - for being the daughter of two gay men for the first time - even if the boyish looking girl had insisted it was just because it wasn’t cool to pick on someone cause their dads were gay or whatever - had won her over.
At that moment, she’d wanted - even more than the pony she’d been begging her dads for - to be able to call the taller girl her friend. It hadn’t worked out that way - Santana had connected with first Quinn Fabray and then Brittany Pierce and she may have been small, but Rachel certainly wasn’t foolish enough to not realize that the Fabrays did not much care for the Berrys. If it had been the other way around - if Santana had made friends with the cheerful dancer first - maybe it could have been different, but in fifth grade, Quinn Fabray was already making strides towards being one of the prettiest and most popular girls in school and she surrounded herself with pretty, popular people that would make good underlings. Rachel may not have agreed with the idea of Santana as an underling to the confusing blonde - she was usually mean, but every once in a while when bullies destroyed Rachel’s lunch, she’d offer her the apple slices or carrot sticks from hers to the tiny girl - but she knew better than to mess with the dynamics developing.
So finding herself liking the beautiful Latina certainly wasn’t a surprise - even after the generally unpleasant manner in which she treated her as her place as Quinn’s right hand girl became more and more established. But realizing just how much she was liking her - or at least how very attracted to her on a sexual level she was - was a bit of a surprise. Rachel Berry was never one to back down from a challenge. Her relations with the men in her life were chaotic and tangled - and sometimes it felt like they were just slipping away entirely - but none of them excited her as just a few stolen moments in Santana’s company.
And then the rumors had began that Santana and Brittany’s less than secret trysts had ended - the two girls that had been seemingly constantly connected by their pinkies since they’d become friends in fifth grade going their separate ways as Brittany decided to be exclusive with Artie. It was the chance Rachel had been hoping for from the time she’d realized that just being around the slim, boyishly beautiful cheerleader made her heart race and her sexual dreams become more and more focused on the Latina. The problem was the more she observed her potential partner and tried to figure out a way to approach her, she simply couldn’t find a method that would keep her from being rejected out of hand.
It took months - almost all of their junior year - of carefully observing Santana. Trying to see a way that she could gain the other girl’s attention. It wasn’t stalking - exactly. One simply couldn’t be too careful and efforts made towards maximizing the potential for success in one’s pursuit of a potential lover deserved to be made. But Santana was far more difficult and frustrating than any of the boys had been and the more she watched - and heard her deny any possibility of lesbian tendencies over and over - the less certain she became.
Noah had been simple. He was a sweet boy - when he wanted to be - but like all boys, he thought less with the head between his ears and more with the one between his thighs. All she’d had to do was flirt a little in a manner that flattered his ego and suggested an offer for potential consensual oral contact and he had dropped the slushies in the trash and followed her about like a little lost puppy. They’d stayed together for months - more from her desire to have a boyfriend as popular as him giving her the impetus to go to her knees for him than from lasting affection, though she did like him. It was from him that she was taught how to please a man orally and how much guys liked it when girls took over after catching them masturbating. But she hadn’t been willing to offer more than that and it hadn’t been enough to keep his attention. They’d drifted apart as he left to chase cheerleader skirts. Particularly one belonging to one Quinn Fabray.
Finn had been somewhat of a challenge, but only because he was attached to Quinn. Her biggest rival, whom she wasn’t especially given to liking after she’d obviously corrupted the attentions of the only acceptably attractive Jewish boy in the school. Noah had had leading man potential until he made the unfortunate mistake of calling for the blonde head cheerleader as he spurted into her mouth as she fellated him one of their last times together. So Finn had been more than acceptable as a replacement considering that in taking him she would be returning the favor of Quinn stealing Noah’s attention and - she hoped - he would make an admirable distraction from her awkward attraction to the inaccessible Latina.
Then she’d gotten him to the auditorium - her go-to place for romantic interludes - and up on the stage. Everything had been set - picnic blanket stretched out and comfortable pillows piled around. She was even willing to touch him the way Noah suggested when she’d asked how to win the quarterback if that was what it would take to seal the deal. Then she’d been on top, snaking her hand into his unbuttoned jeans and squeezing his hard length - longer than Noah, though a bit thinner - getting ready to pull it out when it happened. He’d tensed and climaxed all over her hand. Before she even got him out of his pants.
It was incredibly disappointing. But she’d thought that possibly they could work on it. Help him establish a greater control and staying power. Unfortunately, they never got beyond her stroking him a couple of times before he’d let go. She didn’t know what to do besides reassure him she wouldn’t tell. They’d continued dating off and on, but she was distracted by Santana and the anxious feeling that clenched her chest whenever they began to move things beyond making out - certain that his problem was some how related to her. She wished her fathers were home more to reassure her, but she didn’t at all know how to ask them if her boyfriend’s premature ejaculation problem could be her fault over skype.
Then there was Jesse. Handsome, talented Jesse. She’d had such hopes for him and there had been the dual purpose of hooking up with him giving her an in to scouting their biggest rivals - Vocal Adrenaline.
They’d dated for almost a year and she’d held such hopes. Right up until she’d been stripped naked and kneeling in front of him on her bed, her nipples so hard they ached and her pussy just dripping with her need to have him inside her. He’d been slow and gentle, working her up before undressing her and urging her to her hands and knees on the bed. She could hear him behind her, stroking himself as he ran his hand over her bare ass sticking up in the air, slicking lube on to himself - though she hadn’t any idea why he’d need that as she held onto her headboard and braced herself for having her virginity taken.
She’d thought she was ready to give herself to him. That he would be the one she’d share her life with. The one to distract her from Santana. He’d slapped her ass - though it made her blush to think about, she’d really liked that part - and ran his fingers through her wetness with a strange hesitation she wasn’t quite sure about. Then she’d felt the tip of his straining cock, slick with lube, pressing against an orifice that had not been offered.
Before she’d been able to bring voice to her vociferous protest, he’d pushed inside and they’d been drowned with the shock of him taking her anally. He’d grunted and pumped into her, his fingers hard enough to leave faint bruises on her hips as he pulled her into him. She could feel his balls slapping against her with every pump, her fingers straining against the headboard as she squeezed her eyes shut. The feeling was so bizarre - not quite painful because he was so thin, but not wanted. With every thrust and guttural groan coming from behind her, she felt her heart break a little more.
When he’d finally come inside her ass and she’d felt the overflow dripping down into her folds, she’d jerked forward, pulling him out of her. She couldn’t do anything but stare at him with shocked disgust and betrayal, hurrying into the bathroom to try and scrub the filthy feeling of his touch lingering on her body as much as she could. He’d begged and pleaded with her to forgive him, but she’d come out wrapped in her robe, taken one look at his flaccid member with disgust and gathered his clothes, throwing them at him and inviting him to leave as quickly as possible. It had ruined his chances of being her leading man if he couldn’t even understand that she hadn’t wanted what he’d forced on her.
She’d wanted her daddys as she’d collapsed on her bed once she heard her front door close. Wanted them to come home and hold her. Tell her it was okay, that she hadn’t deserved what he’d done. She just wanted to be touched by someone she wanted to touch her, how she wanted them to touch her. It made her think of Santana and her tears just came harder. She didn’t even have a chance of gaining the taller girl’s attention as she was.
After that night she’d gone back to dating Finn again and began developing a plan to change. To be what the sensual Latina would want. Her skirts got shorter, her shirts tighter. She began watching videos on the Internet trying to learn how to flirt with her body language instead of words even though it made her feel entirely awkward. She wanted the girl to notice her. To “never say no” with her and not with Brittany or Noah or any of the other guys that bragged about being with her.
When she’d felt dark eyes on her legs and the cleavage she’d exposed while emulating Britney Spears in her manner of dress, something had clicked. She thought she had what she needed to snag the sexy Latina. All she had to do was encourage her to want to be with her physically as much as possible. Brittany was the only girl she knew that had managed to be with her, so she decided to try and emulate the dancer’s over the top sexuality and well known promiscuity as best she could. She’d give herself to the other girl if that’s what it took to get a chance with her.
She wondered how it would happen in her more anxious moments. If Santana would pull her into a janitor’s closet or the bathroom, throw her up against a wall and just fuck - the crude term sending a thrill through her just thinking it - her? If she’d take her against the lockers? Perhaps on the piano in the choir room before Glee, their fellow club members moments from coming in as she ripped screams from her body with those slender and doubtlessly talented fingers?
She would have to cross her legs tightly and bite her lip as arousal would surge in her body just watching the Latina perform. She let Finn date her as she chased the other girl, needing something to relieve the tension, even if it was just him pawing at her breasts - with his little problem, they couldn’t very well do any more and she didn’t want him to - as he kissed her sloppily. Usually she ended up with touching herself as she thought about Santana being between her legs after he left to go home.
It was getting distracting, finding herself drenched and imagining the girl shoving her up against a wall and just taking her every time she saw her. She’d found herself not even bothering to wear panties to school anymore since they were often soaked through by the end of first period anyway. She had a fairly good feeling that Santana had figured out about the missing piece of her daily wardrobe when she’d given her a sharp look that first day she’d gone commando. She wondered if perhaps the cheerleader had been looking - if she’d seen her waxed pussy swollen with arousal for the other girl as she crossed and uncrossed her legs as she realized the Latina was looking her direction in Glee.
She tried not to care that she was likely giving other members a free show as well. She knew Noah had figured out that she went pantyless by the telling leer and the way his eyes darted to the hem of her skirt when he’d stopped her heading out the second week. She’d had to back him up against the wall and unzip his pants before dropping to her knees to blow him between classes to get him to stop trying to reach under her skirt.
It had been slightly more difficult when he’d walked into the choir room during lunch and found her with her legs on either side of the piano bench and her fingers knuckle deep in her pussy as she frantically fucked herself after an intense daydream about Santana eating her out on top of the piano. She been so turned on she’d hadn’t been able to wait until she got to a bathroom before bringing herself relief. But he’d mainly been interesting in watching - and recording the action with the camera in his phone for “later viewing” with a dire threat that if he even considered sending it to anyone Quinn would find out about him calling out for her as she blew him - as she fucked herself on the piano bench, skirt pushed up into a band around her waist, thighs trembling and glistening with arousal as the fingers of one hand pumped in and out of her with wet sounds and her other hand’s fingers pinched and teased and flicked over her clit until she came. Once she finally pulled out of herself, he’d hit his knees beside the bench and buried his face between her legs, happily licking up the cream of her juices leaking out of her body - the roughness of his tongue against her clit sending her over the edge again, barely managing to bite her lip to keep from calling out Santana’s name as she did.
She knew that Noah knew she was after someone in Glee. Knew that he knew it wasn’t him or Finn too. She assumed he thought she was after one of the other guys on the team - following in the pattern of her quest for a leading man. Unfortunately, none of the other boys from the club had any sort of real leading man potential. And beside, her eyes were set firmly on the alluringly dangerous Santana Lopez.
She wanted that woman. Wanted to taste her essence, her lips. Wanted her fingers everywhere. Wanted her lips and teeth and tongue on her breasts and between her legs. She wanted her so badly that sometimes it seemed like she walked around with perpetual slickness coating her thighs with want as her pussy throbbed in time with the rhythm of the Latina’s name. It made the hyper-sexualized role she’d set for herself easier to play, but she walked home alone each day berating herself for throwing herself at the girl and feeling worse with every day it didn’t work.
So when the last auditorium session with the Glee club had finished - and she’d felt the Latina’s gaze scalding hot on her body the entire time - she’d gotten permission to stay and practice further on her own. She simply had to touch herself and the idea of doing it on stage, where anyone - but especially the object of her shockingly lustful fantasies - could walk in and see her, just made a heavier surge of arousal pump through her body. It left her tingling and riding on the edge of orgasm.
So she was more than a little frustrated when she felt someone watching her - perhaps she might experience a momentary titillation at the idea of someone catching her, she certainly didn’t want anyone to actually do so. Glancing as slyly as she could from her place organizing her music by the piano, she spotted Santana and Noah in the back of the auditorium talking. Her intrigue grew as she realized that only Noah had left and that Santana was settling herself into the seats - apparently to watch.
A heady flush channeled through her as she realized that she could be getting her chance to push her intensely sensual fellow Glee clubber over the edge. She turned to the soundboard backstage and cued up a far more explicit song than she’d originally intended when she’d requested use of the auditorium. Moving to the center of the stage and trying to give the impression of not seeing the Latina in the back of the auditorium she started moving with the careful but driving rhythm filtering through the speakers, letting her hands run over her body.
She began to sway across the stage, keeping the girl in the back of the room in her peripheral vision as she danced. Letting her fingers catch on her clothes, she let bits and pieces of skin flash. Running her hands up her legs, she drew her skirt up until her ass was exposed to her observer, making it obvious that she’d forgone panties, the lights of the stage reflecting off the arousal coating her thighs before she moved her hands away again, letting the skirt drop back in place.
She tried to move as sensually as she could - though she knew she wasn’t anywhere near in Brittany’s class, she felt she still had something to offer. Her hips swiveled as she opened the lines of her body, moving as smoothly as she could, but showing off her flexibility from years of dancing as well as as much of her body as she could in brief flashes without actually stripping. A slide of her hands up the tops of her thighs as she dropped into a squat and she knew Santana had seen under her skirt. She continued dancing as the song kept playing.
Thanks to her talks with the cheerleaders in Glee regarding her sexual approach to Jesse, she knew the Latina liked sex and she was hoping - more than a little - that if she offered herself as a sexual outlet it would peak the other girl’s interests. Perhaps it was a struggle to keep from blushing as she danced, but if it got her the girl, she was willing to be as erotically wanton as necessary. All she had to do now was wait for Santana to come to her.
And if she had her way, it'd be both literally and figuratively.