Worst Superpower Ever (Chapter 5)
Title: Worst Superpower Ever (Chapter 5)
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1000+
Pairing: Faberry
Spoilers: The Substitute. Also, AU for superpowers
Summary: Based on this prompt:
Rachel is an accidental pervert - she has the unfortunate ability to catch girls in all states of undress or somehow ends up in compromising positions with them constantly. She's gotten used to it, until it starts happening with an alarming frequency with Quinn.Pairings: Faberry eventually, side Britanna
Previous Parts can be found here:
Prologue (written byvsquared_k)
Chapter 1 (written byllaurorall )
Chapter 2 (written by first_love88)
Chapter 3 (written by rainbowruse)
Chapter 4 (written by shyath)
Miss Pillsbury just sat in utter shock as Quinn grabbed the back of Rachel’s collar, and pulled her bodily out of the room, muttering angrily under her breath. She only snapped out of it when Rachel’s chair tipped over backwards, clattering onto the ground. Shaking her head admonishingly, she shot up and straightened out the chair. “I guess I’ll talk to her when she’s settled back down then...” She nodded briskly, and a smile that could only be described as saccharinely sweet spread slowly across her face. “I’m sure she’ll join up. Lima will be mine... soon...” A mischievous giggle was working its way up and out of her throat when Will Shuester poked his head into her office.
“Hey, Emma, how’s your day going?”
Her face immediately slipped into a bewildered look, and she smiled gently. “It’s been... uneventful...” She blinked innocently, and smiled. “You?”
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Quinn dragged Rachel through the halls, Rachel vocally protesting the whole time. “Shut. Up. Berry.” Quinn hissed, “Or I’ll shut you up.”
A small silence followed, and Quinn smirked, until...
“How do you propose you do that?”
Rachel’s voice had dropped to a lower register, and taken on a delightful husky tone, which made Quinn’s spine shiver. Gawd, no, not again... Not with Berry. Please not with Berry...
Quinn suddenly stopped, throwing a random door open, and tossed Rachel in before her. She looked around after closing and locking the door. The astronomy room, of course.
She turned to find Rachel suddenly up in her space. “Hello, Quinn...” she purred, eyes half-lidded and sultry. Ohgawdohgawdohgawdohgawd. Rachel lunged forward, lips pursed, and Quinn panicked, thrusting her arm up and into Rachel’s chin. Rachel was thrown back by the impact, landing heavily on the ground.
Quinn circled around the teacher’s desk, using it as an obstacle between the crazed diva and herself, before calling out, “Uh... sorry, Berry. You okay?” Rachel just groaned from the floor, before sitting up, holding her chin gingerly.
“I could have bitten my tongue, and that would have greatly injured any and all of my vocal performances in the future. But, despite that, I thank you. I don’t quite understand what has come over myself, as I seem to have become completely and utterly enamored by you...” Rachel’s eyes quickly raked over Quinn’s form, before resting on the far wall again. “Was there a reason for you to pull me out of Miss Pillsbury’s office so violently, Quinn?”
Rachel’s voice was noticeably strained, so Quinn started backing away again, cursing her stupidity by putting Rachel between the door and herself. Perhaps getting closer to the window would... be beneficial? If she could do it right, she could just climb out the window or something...
“Yeah... Sexually assaulting teachers, Manhands? That’s a new low, even for you!”
Rachel felt a tremor through her spine upon hearing the blonde’s voice. She could practically feel her irises dilating again, and she could definitely feel that tingling between her legs. “Don’t...”
“Don’t what, Treasure Trail?”
Rachel took a deep breath, licking her suddenly-dry lips. Her voice was disturbingly raspy. She needed water. Water. Oh God, she needed water. “Don’t talk. Don’t... just... if you do, I won’t be able to control myself.”
Quinn chanced a look behind her to see how much further until... only two rows of desks, then the window sill! Yes! She inched her way back, hoping against hope that she could get out of there.
“Shit.” Rachel’s eyes widened, as she clutched her head, the ringing in her ears deafening. Not again... No, please, no... what have I done to deserve this?! She started breathing deeply, in a vain attempt to quell her thunderous heartbeat.
“Language, Berry.” The words slipped out of Quinn’s mouth completely by accident, and she realized her mistake immediately. Quinn covered her mouth, squeaking when she saw Rachel’s head whip around. She turned around and ran for the window, and she could hear Rachel scrabbling on the floor towards her. Quinn felt something hit her ankle, toppling her over, head flying towards the wall. She only had time for one thought (Crap, this’ll hurt.) before she felt a hand grasp the front of her thick Cheerios uniform and pull. Her head snapped back, narrowly missing the wall, and she heard a loud rip before she dropped, more or less gracefully, onto the floor, Rachel hovering somewhere on top of her.
Looking down, she saw that her incredibly sturdy ripped Cheerios uniform had a gaping hole across the chest... and... Her face flushed violently.
“How the hell were you able to get my bra, too?” She shrieked, wrapping her arms around her incredibly bare chest.
Rachel didn’t respond, her eyes boring a hole through Quinn’s arms. Quinn could practically see her salivating, and her pupils were so dilated, Quinn was pretty sure she could see Rachel’s retinas. Oh dear Lord in Heaven, Hallowed be thy name, deliver me from evil... well, Rachel Berry. Oh dear God, Mother Mary, PLEASE!!!
Rachel, in her defense, was completely still, except for the odd tremor running through her body. There was a vein sticking out from her neck from exertion. She was absolutely sure she should get some sort of reward for her ability to physically restrain herself from acting on the impossibly magnetic pull she felt from Quinn Fabray’s person.
Thirty seconds passed in silence (broken only by Quinn’s heavy breathing), with Rachel physically shaking (but neither advancing towards Quinn, nor retreating from her), and Quinn’s eyes widened from fear, arms wrapped protectively around herself.
Suddenly, Rachel relaxed, letting out a heavy sigh that sounded incredibly like “I’m sorry,” before careening forward. Directly following that was a flurry of movement, a resounding sound of flesh hitting flesh, then the sickening crunch of a body hitting the floor. Hard.
Quinn wheezed, limply shaking her one hand as the other continued to save her modesty. She stood up, and looked down at the prone figure on the floor sympathetically. “Sorry, Manhands... You’ll feel that in the morning. Or whenever it is you wake up.” She looked around quickly, before unbuttoning Rachel’s shirt and putting it on, stripping off her Cheerios top in the process.
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Rachel woke slowly, and blinked. The sun was setting, casting magnificent orange sunbeams through the window, but they were blinding her, at this point. She groaned, and held her throbbing head. There was a significant knot on the back of her head, and a decidedly sore spot on her cheek.
She was also shirtless, and there was a ripped Cheerios top lying on top of her chest, to protect her modesty...
She was sure... there had been someone with her... Quinn...? Everything was hazy...
What had happened?
TBC...
A/N: Many thanks to hippo_crat for helping me choose between ending options and checking for continuity errors!! Also, my apologies if this wasn't as funny/cracky/hot as it could have been... I have yet to write anything beyond first base...
Dibs to write the next chapter has been called by kiarcheo .
Also? Write Off Rules can be found here
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1000+
Pairing: Faberry
Spoilers: The Substitute. Also, AU for superpowers
Summary: Based on this prompt:
Rachel is an accidental pervert - she has the unfortunate ability to catch girls in all states of undress or somehow ends up in compromising positions with them constantly. She's gotten used to it, until it starts happening with an alarming frequency with Quinn.Pairings: Faberry eventually, side Britanna
Previous Parts can be found here:
Prologue (written byvsquared_k)
Chapter 1 (written byllaurorall )
Chapter 2 (written by first_love88)
Chapter 3 (written by rainbowruse)
Chapter 4 (written by shyath)
Miss Pillsbury just sat in utter shock as Quinn grabbed the back of Rachel’s collar, and pulled her bodily out of the room, muttering angrily under her breath. She only snapped out of it when Rachel’s chair tipped over backwards, clattering onto the ground. Shaking her head admonishingly, she shot up and straightened out the chair. “I guess I’ll talk to her when she’s settled back down then...” She nodded briskly, and a smile that could only be described as saccharinely sweet spread slowly across her face. “I’m sure she’ll join up. Lima will be mine... soon...” A mischievous giggle was working its way up and out of her throat when Will Shuester poked his head into her office.
“Hey, Emma, how’s your day going?”
Her face immediately slipped into a bewildered look, and she smiled gently. “It’s been... uneventful...” She blinked innocently, and smiled. “You?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Quinn dragged Rachel through the halls, Rachel vocally protesting the whole time. “Shut. Up. Berry.” Quinn hissed, “Or I’ll shut you up.”
A small silence followed, and Quinn smirked, until...
“How do you propose you do that?”
Rachel’s voice had dropped to a lower register, and taken on a delightful husky tone, which made Quinn’s spine shiver. Gawd, no, not again... Not with Berry. Please not with Berry...
Quinn suddenly stopped, throwing a random door open, and tossed Rachel in before her. She looked around after closing and locking the door. The astronomy room, of course.
She turned to find Rachel suddenly up in her space. “Hello, Quinn...” she purred, eyes half-lidded and sultry. Ohgawdohgawdohgawdohgawd. Rachel lunged forward, lips pursed, and Quinn panicked, thrusting her arm up and into Rachel’s chin. Rachel was thrown back by the impact, landing heavily on the ground.
Quinn circled around the teacher’s desk, using it as an obstacle between the crazed diva and herself, before calling out, “Uh... sorry, Berry. You okay?” Rachel just groaned from the floor, before sitting up, holding her chin gingerly.
“I could have bitten my tongue, and that would have greatly injured any and all of my vocal performances in the future. But, despite that, I thank you. I don’t quite understand what has come over myself, as I seem to have become completely and utterly enamored by you...” Rachel’s eyes quickly raked over Quinn’s form, before resting on the far wall again. “Was there a reason for you to pull me out of Miss Pillsbury’s office so violently, Quinn?”
Rachel’s voice was noticeably strained, so Quinn started backing away again, cursing her stupidity by putting Rachel between the door and herself. Perhaps getting closer to the window would... be beneficial? If she could do it right, she could just climb out the window or something...
“Yeah... Sexually assaulting teachers, Manhands? That’s a new low, even for you!”
Rachel felt a tremor through her spine upon hearing the blonde’s voice. She could practically feel her irises dilating again, and she could definitely feel that tingling between her legs. “Don’t...”
“Don’t what, Treasure Trail?”
Rachel took a deep breath, licking her suddenly-dry lips. Her voice was disturbingly raspy. She needed water. Water. Oh God, she needed water. “Don’t talk. Don’t... just... if you do, I won’t be able to control myself.”
Quinn chanced a look behind her to see how much further until... only two rows of desks, then the window sill! Yes! She inched her way back, hoping against hope that she could get out of there.
“Shit.” Rachel’s eyes widened, as she clutched her head, the ringing in her ears deafening. Not again... No, please, no... what have I done to deserve this?! She started breathing deeply, in a vain attempt to quell her thunderous heartbeat.
“Language, Berry.” The words slipped out of Quinn’s mouth completely by accident, and she realized her mistake immediately. Quinn covered her mouth, squeaking when she saw Rachel’s head whip around. She turned around and ran for the window, and she could hear Rachel scrabbling on the floor towards her. Quinn felt something hit her ankle, toppling her over, head flying towards the wall. She only had time for one thought (Crap, this’ll hurt.) before she felt a hand grasp the front of her thick Cheerios uniform and pull. Her head snapped back, narrowly missing the wall, and she heard a loud rip before she dropped, more or less gracefully, onto the floor, Rachel hovering somewhere on top of her.
Looking down, she saw that her incredibly sturdy ripped Cheerios uniform had a gaping hole across the chest... and... Her face flushed violently.
“How the hell were you able to get my bra, too?” She shrieked, wrapping her arms around her incredibly bare chest.
Rachel didn’t respond, her eyes boring a hole through Quinn’s arms. Quinn could practically see her salivating, and her pupils were so dilated, Quinn was pretty sure she could see Rachel’s retinas. Oh dear Lord in Heaven, Hallowed be thy name, deliver me from evil... well, Rachel Berry. Oh dear God, Mother Mary, PLEASE!!!
Rachel, in her defense, was completely still, except for the odd tremor running through her body. There was a vein sticking out from her neck from exertion. She was absolutely sure she should get some sort of reward for her ability to physically restrain herself from acting on the impossibly magnetic pull she felt from Quinn Fabray’s person.
Thirty seconds passed in silence (broken only by Quinn’s heavy breathing), with Rachel physically shaking (but neither advancing towards Quinn, nor retreating from her), and Quinn’s eyes widened from fear, arms wrapped protectively around herself.
Suddenly, Rachel relaxed, letting out a heavy sigh that sounded incredibly like “I’m sorry,” before careening forward. Directly following that was a flurry of movement, a resounding sound of flesh hitting flesh, then the sickening crunch of a body hitting the floor. Hard.
Quinn wheezed, limply shaking her one hand as the other continued to save her modesty. She stood up, and looked down at the prone figure on the floor sympathetically. “Sorry, Manhands... You’ll feel that in the morning. Or whenever it is you wake up.” She looked around quickly, before unbuttoning Rachel’s shirt and putting it on, stripping off her Cheerios top in the process.
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Rachel woke slowly, and blinked. The sun was setting, casting magnificent orange sunbeams through the window, but they were blinding her, at this point. She groaned, and held her throbbing head. There was a significant knot on the back of her head, and a decidedly sore spot on her cheek.
She was also shirtless, and there was a ripped Cheerios top lying on top of her chest, to protect her modesty...
She was sure... there had been someone with her... Quinn...? Everything was hazy...
What had happened?
TBC...
A/N: Many thanks to hippo_crat for helping me choose between ending options and checking for continuity errors!! Also, my apologies if this wasn't as funny/cracky/hot as it could have been... I have yet to write anything beyond first base...
Dibs to write the next chapter has been called by kiarcheo .
Also? Write Off Rules can be found here