Building Up [The One Where Quinn Gets A LOT of Nosebleeds] [3a/3]
Title: Building Up [The One Where Quinn Gets A LOT of Nosebleeds] [3a/3]
Author:zta_atsin
Rating: R [for even more dirty thoughts and swears]
Length: 1,846 [out of 7900]
Characters: Rachel/Quinn
Spoilers: Post Season Finale
Summary: Quinn manages to avoid Rachel but really? Does that ever work out?
A/N: Sooo, sorry about not posting this sooner. I got a little carried away, so I felt the need to break this last part up into some more parts XD I am sorry! And I wanted to thank all of you for thoroughly enjoying this fic, it was really fun writing it. Perverted!Quinn is the best character I've written so far and I am glad you guys liked her.
| Part 1 | Part 2 |
Quinn had felt good. She could actually breathe through her nose now that Rachel Berry didn’t plague her mind. The brunette had been out of her sight for the last couple of days. It took a lot of effort but Quinn had done it.
Avoiding Rachel had been a difficult feat but as long as Quinn never looked at the girl, there was no reason for her nose to bleed. She had lost so much blood that she began to wonder how she hadn't ended up at the hospital yet.
Quinn winded through the halls with her new path to avoid Rachel. She had turned a corner when all of a sudden she collided with someone else.
A loud groaned followed as both of them fell on to the ground. "Oh! Why doesn't anyone pay attention to where they are walking anymore?" the perceptible voice of Rachel Berry filled the air.
Quinn looked up in horror to find the brunette's position the same as hers: flat on her butt while attempting to rub the pain away. The only difference was that Rachel's knees were up and her plaid skirt of the day slid up revealing her panties.
The blonde felt the heat rush to her face and instantly covered her nose. The lace. The black cloth that covered there. Quinn tried to stop. She really did but all she could think of was Rachel's lingerie.
Secretly, Quinn knew that Rachel had worn a matching lacy bra to go with her panties. She touches the swells of Rachel's copious breasts underneath that hideous sweater. They are soft and as she squeezes them, Rachel groans to the touch.
The brunette doesn't even realize that one of Quinn's hands goes missing. It returns between her legs before pressing only two fingers against that spot right through the lacy fabric. She could feel Rachel's wetness on her fingers and pressed harder to elicit a gasp.
Quinn shut her eyes and felt the dampness on her fingers. She heard Rachel gasp and she instantly opened her eyes.
Rachel was now on her hands and knees infinitesimally close to the blonde. Her face donned a worried expression as she called her name again.
"Quinn, you're bleeding again," she whispered.
Quinn looked alarmed as she launched herself away from Rachel before stumbling to stand up. She couldn't even think straight. Goddamnit, her breast. Her ass. Her luscious legs. She would wear lace on the only day of the week I've managed to run into her. I wish that I could sink my teeth through that lace and ugh---! Stop turning me on!
Quinn ran off as Rachel stood in shock about her bloody nose.
Rachel stood still and replayed what Quinn had just yelled to her.
"Stop turning me on!"
What the hell is that supposed to mean? Rachel's lips slowly curled into a smile with realization. Guess I don't need this experiment anymore.
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Quinn let out a groan as she leaned back in her seat to stretch. No one was really doing any work except for Quinn in her English class as she looked around. The other kids were gossiping, throwing paper balls at each other, or texting.
She flicked at the worksheet that she was working on. God, it's so boring. She leaned back in her seat and slumped down.
Rachel walked by, coming from the teacher's desk, and smiled at Quinn. Quinn averted her eyes as best as she could. Then, Karofsky decided to stand up and zoom right towards the smaller girl. His large body bumped into hers, causing her to lose balance.
After a loud squeal, Rachel landed on Quinn's lap, one arm draped around the blonde's shoulder to keep her from falling completely. However, thanks to Quinn's reflexes, the blonde was able to catch the girl and stop her from falling.
So there they were, for an instant, Quinn had one arm around Rachel's back and another around her waist, while Rachel had one arm around Quinn's shoulder and the other balancing herself on the desk.
"I am so sorry," Rachel apologized sheepishly as she looked away. "I didn’t mean to land on you."
Quinn clenched her jaw and looked around for Karofsky but he was nowhere in sight. His disappearance only made her blood boil.
"It's okay; it was because Karofsky is such a Neanderthal," Quinn offered as she readjusted Rachel's weight on her legs. It wasn't that she was heavy; it just hurt in the current position.
Of course, Quinn chose the worst course of action by parting her legs and letting Rachel slide between them.
Rachel gasped at the sudden movement and when she did, she took a glance at Quinn and saw the line of red running down from her nostrils. The blonde's face was extremely flushed.
"Quinn!" Rachel jumped off the blonde quickly.
Quinn didn’t wait for Rachel to say anymore. She ruffled through her backpack quickly and pulled out some tissues. "God! Berry, just go somewhere that's not here," Quinn snapped as she rushed out of the room again.
The blonde rushed into the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. Why? Goddamnit, she's always making it difficult for me. Her gasping sounds like sex. Why did I have to move? Genius! Yes, Fabray, that's how you NOT get nosebleeds: by letting Berry's ass fall right between your legs. Are you happy now?!
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Glee was the worst because Quinn knew she was forced to make contact with the girl somehow. They were always blocked right next to each other during numbers.
What made it worse was that rehearsing in Glee was the only time that Rachel wore normal clothes. They all wore jeans and various t-shirts.
Except Quinn noticed Rachel's shirt because of its deep v-neck line. Of course, the sensible thing to do was to ignore it. But as Rachel sang next to her, the shorter girl bent slightly forward and Quinn had a clear view of her cleavage. What made it worse was that Rachel somehow sang to her with a shine in her eyes.
Come and get it.
Don't make me come and get it. Quinn berated herself trying not to think. Her eyes fixated themselves on Rachel's lips. God, let me kiss her. They look so good right now. She bit her lip to stop herself.
The t-shirt falls to side of the piano letting the cool breeze caress Rachel's skin. She whimpers as Quinn moves to lift her onto the piano. A dull thud follows with a giggle as the blonde works her way down the column of her neck. She bites down hard, sure to leave a mark, and sure to receive a melodious groan from Rachel. She pushes herself further against Rachel----
CRASH
Quinn found herself on her butt when she missteps up the platform. Everyone heard and instantly turned to her.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asked as she bent down to ask her. She placed her hand gently on Quinn's shoulder before rubbing it.
Quinn flushed hard and felt a stream of warm liquid run down her lip. She used two fingers to touch the dampness and saw red. She scowled. "Goddamnit!" And as everyone expected, she ran out of the room.
Rachel stuck her tongue out like it was a mistake. Well, that's what you get Quinn. She tried to keep the laugh to herself as the others milled about.
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As Quinn realized, she was getting worse by the day. She thought that by avoiding Rachel, it would help to stop her nose from bleeding. However, when they actually did run into each other, Quinn felt like her skin was on fire and her mind was racing at a million miles per hour. The simple thoughts easily turned into sexual fantasies that only caused the blonde to bleed profusely and when Rachel would touch her, Quinn was near passing out if she didn’t run away.
Rachel would always hide a smirk as Quinn ran off. The infinite amount of teasing the girl was entertaining. However, the singer knew that she needed to kick it up a notch or two. Because the subtle touches and staged moans/groans/gasps/etc could only do so much to Quinn when they made contact.
Quinn was sitting in the library working on her homework while Santana and Brittany were beginning to make out across the table from her.
She looked up and saw them at it. "Could you two lay off of each other for like 10 minutes?" she snapped, throwing her pencil at the couple.
Both of them pulled away. Santana sent her the darkest glare she could.
"Q, just because you aren't getting any does not mean that should cockblock," Santana hissed angrily. Quinn looked aghast that Santana said that.
"Wait, isn't it hard for Quinn to get any with her nosebleeds?" Brittany chimed in.
"It's only because she's having sick fantasies about Berry every single time the little midget bends over."
Quinn's eyes widened as Santana threw her a smirk.
"No! I do not have fantasies about Rachel!" Quinn vehemently protested. "Just because she just happens to be around when my nose starts to bleed does not mean that I am having fantasies about her."
"Okay, so are you saying that you didn't have a fantasy when she was in gym class in her ridiculously short shorts and tight t-shirt the other day? Or when Karofsky knocked her onto your lap today in English after you just happened to let her slide between your legs?" Santana argued.
"Oh! You forgot when Quinn yelled at Rachel the other day!" Brittany added. Quinn gave her a confused look before Brittany gave a strikingly good impression of Quinn saying, "Stop turning me on!"
Quinn dropped her head onto the table in embarrassment. "I actually said that out loud?" she groaned out.
"Yeah, you did, and I am surprised that Berry hasn't used that to her advantage to make your nose bleed on purpose."
"Yes, she has been, S."
Quinn looked up to what Brittany had just said. Berry has been teasing me the whole time? When the fuck did that happen?
"She's been teasing her since that day she hugged you," Brittany noted with a smile before nipping at Santana's neck. Quinn looked at Brittany in shock.
Goddamnit, no wonder I have been bleeding more than usual. Her breasts were all over my back and she was using that to test me. Oh, what about those lacy panties, I bet that was a set up too. The pen thing, god, she wouldn't normally do that. But, it was so sexy. I really really wish, I was that pen.
"Q." Quinn looked up. "You're bleeding again." Santana looked disgusted at her while Brittany worked at her neck. "If you want to stop the nosebleeds, then you're going to have to do something about it. It's really disgusting to know when you’re all hot and bothered."
Quinn smirked at Santana. "It is on now. Remember, it's all about the teasing and not about the pleasing."
Part 3b
Author:zta_atsin
Rating: R [for even more dirty thoughts and swears]
Length: 1,846 [out of 7900]
Characters: Rachel/Quinn
Spoilers: Post Season Finale
Summary: Quinn manages to avoid Rachel but really? Does that ever work out?
A/N: Sooo, sorry about not posting this sooner. I got a little carried away, so I felt the need to break this last part up into some more parts XD I am sorry! And I wanted to thank all of you for thoroughly enjoying this fic, it was really fun writing it. Perverted!Quinn is the best character I've written so far and I am glad you guys liked her.
| Part 1 | Part 2 |
Quinn had felt good. She could actually breathe through her nose now that Rachel Berry didn’t plague her mind. The brunette had been out of her sight for the last couple of days. It took a lot of effort but Quinn had done it.
Avoiding Rachel had been a difficult feat but as long as Quinn never looked at the girl, there was no reason for her nose to bleed. She had lost so much blood that she began to wonder how she hadn't ended up at the hospital yet.
Quinn winded through the halls with her new path to avoid Rachel. She had turned a corner when all of a sudden she collided with someone else.
A loud groaned followed as both of them fell on to the ground. "Oh! Why doesn't anyone pay attention to where they are walking anymore?" the perceptible voice of Rachel Berry filled the air.
Quinn looked up in horror to find the brunette's position the same as hers: flat on her butt while attempting to rub the pain away. The only difference was that Rachel's knees were up and her plaid skirt of the day slid up revealing her panties.
The blonde felt the heat rush to her face and instantly covered her nose. The lace. The black cloth that covered there. Quinn tried to stop. She really did but all she could think of was Rachel's lingerie.
Secretly, Quinn knew that Rachel had worn a matching lacy bra to go with her panties. She touches the swells of Rachel's copious breasts underneath that hideous sweater. They are soft and as she squeezes them, Rachel groans to the touch.
The brunette doesn't even realize that one of Quinn's hands goes missing. It returns between her legs before pressing only two fingers against that spot right through the lacy fabric. She could feel Rachel's wetness on her fingers and pressed harder to elicit a gasp.
Quinn shut her eyes and felt the dampness on her fingers. She heard Rachel gasp and she instantly opened her eyes.
Rachel was now on her hands and knees infinitesimally close to the blonde. Her face donned a worried expression as she called her name again.
"Quinn, you're bleeding again," she whispered.
Quinn looked alarmed as she launched herself away from Rachel before stumbling to stand up. She couldn't even think straight. Goddamnit, her breast. Her ass. Her luscious legs. She would wear lace on the only day of the week I've managed to run into her. I wish that I could sink my teeth through that lace and ugh---! Stop turning me on!
Quinn ran off as Rachel stood in shock about her bloody nose.
Rachel stood still and replayed what Quinn had just yelled to her.
"Stop turning me on!"
What the hell is that supposed to mean? Rachel's lips slowly curled into a smile with realization. Guess I don't need this experiment anymore.
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Quinn let out a groan as she leaned back in her seat to stretch. No one was really doing any work except for Quinn in her English class as she looked around. The other kids were gossiping, throwing paper balls at each other, or texting.
She flicked at the worksheet that she was working on. God, it's so boring. She leaned back in her seat and slumped down.
Rachel walked by, coming from the teacher's desk, and smiled at Quinn. Quinn averted her eyes as best as she could. Then, Karofsky decided to stand up and zoom right towards the smaller girl. His large body bumped into hers, causing her to lose balance.
After a loud squeal, Rachel landed on Quinn's lap, one arm draped around the blonde's shoulder to keep her from falling completely. However, thanks to Quinn's reflexes, the blonde was able to catch the girl and stop her from falling.
So there they were, for an instant, Quinn had one arm around Rachel's back and another around her waist, while Rachel had one arm around Quinn's shoulder and the other balancing herself on the desk.
"I am so sorry," Rachel apologized sheepishly as she looked away. "I didn’t mean to land on you."
Quinn clenched her jaw and looked around for Karofsky but he was nowhere in sight. His disappearance only made her blood boil.
"It's okay; it was because Karofsky is such a Neanderthal," Quinn offered as she readjusted Rachel's weight on her legs. It wasn't that she was heavy; it just hurt in the current position.
Of course, Quinn chose the worst course of action by parting her legs and letting Rachel slide between them.
Rachel gasped at the sudden movement and when she did, she took a glance at Quinn and saw the line of red running down from her nostrils. The blonde's face was extremely flushed.
"Quinn!" Rachel jumped off the blonde quickly.
Quinn didn’t wait for Rachel to say anymore. She ruffled through her backpack quickly and pulled out some tissues. "God! Berry, just go somewhere that's not here," Quinn snapped as she rushed out of the room again.
The blonde rushed into the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. Why? Goddamnit, she's always making it difficult for me. Her gasping sounds like sex. Why did I have to move? Genius! Yes, Fabray, that's how you NOT get nosebleeds: by letting Berry's ass fall right between your legs. Are you happy now?!
--------------------
Glee was the worst because Quinn knew she was forced to make contact with the girl somehow. They were always blocked right next to each other during numbers.
What made it worse was that rehearsing in Glee was the only time that Rachel wore normal clothes. They all wore jeans and various t-shirts.
Except Quinn noticed Rachel's shirt because of its deep v-neck line. Of course, the sensible thing to do was to ignore it. But as Rachel sang next to her, the shorter girl bent slightly forward and Quinn had a clear view of her cleavage. What made it worse was that Rachel somehow sang to her with a shine in her eyes.
Come and get it.
Don't make me come and get it. Quinn berated herself trying not to think. Her eyes fixated themselves on Rachel's lips. God, let me kiss her. They look so good right now. She bit her lip to stop herself.
The t-shirt falls to side of the piano letting the cool breeze caress Rachel's skin. She whimpers as Quinn moves to lift her onto the piano. A dull thud follows with a giggle as the blonde works her way down the column of her neck. She bites down hard, sure to leave a mark, and sure to receive a melodious groan from Rachel. She pushes herself further against Rachel----
CRASH
Quinn found herself on her butt when she missteps up the platform. Everyone heard and instantly turned to her.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asked as she bent down to ask her. She placed her hand gently on Quinn's shoulder before rubbing it.
Quinn flushed hard and felt a stream of warm liquid run down her lip. She used two fingers to touch the dampness and saw red. She scowled. "Goddamnit!" And as everyone expected, she ran out of the room.
Rachel stuck her tongue out like it was a mistake. Well, that's what you get Quinn. She tried to keep the laugh to herself as the others milled about.
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As Quinn realized, she was getting worse by the day. She thought that by avoiding Rachel, it would help to stop her nose from bleeding. However, when they actually did run into each other, Quinn felt like her skin was on fire and her mind was racing at a million miles per hour. The simple thoughts easily turned into sexual fantasies that only caused the blonde to bleed profusely and when Rachel would touch her, Quinn was near passing out if she didn’t run away.
Rachel would always hide a smirk as Quinn ran off. The infinite amount of teasing the girl was entertaining. However, the singer knew that she needed to kick it up a notch or two. Because the subtle touches and staged moans/groans/gasps/etc could only do so much to Quinn when they made contact.
Quinn was sitting in the library working on her homework while Santana and Brittany were beginning to make out across the table from her.
She looked up and saw them at it. "Could you two lay off of each other for like 10 minutes?" she snapped, throwing her pencil at the couple.
Both of them pulled away. Santana sent her the darkest glare she could.
"Q, just because you aren't getting any does not mean that should cockblock," Santana hissed angrily. Quinn looked aghast that Santana said that.
"Wait, isn't it hard for Quinn to get any with her nosebleeds?" Brittany chimed in.
"It's only because she's having sick fantasies about Berry every single time the little midget bends over."
Quinn's eyes widened as Santana threw her a smirk.
"No! I do not have fantasies about Rachel!" Quinn vehemently protested. "Just because she just happens to be around when my nose starts to bleed does not mean that I am having fantasies about her."
"Okay, so are you saying that you didn't have a fantasy when she was in gym class in her ridiculously short shorts and tight t-shirt the other day? Or when Karofsky knocked her onto your lap today in English after you just happened to let her slide between your legs?" Santana argued.
"Oh! You forgot when Quinn yelled at Rachel the other day!" Brittany added. Quinn gave her a confused look before Brittany gave a strikingly good impression of Quinn saying, "Stop turning me on!"
Quinn dropped her head onto the table in embarrassment. "I actually said that out loud?" she groaned out.
"Yeah, you did, and I am surprised that Berry hasn't used that to her advantage to make your nose bleed on purpose."
"Yes, she has been, S."
Quinn looked up to what Brittany had just said. Berry has been teasing me the whole time? When the fuck did that happen?
"She's been teasing her since that day she hugged you," Brittany noted with a smile before nipping at Santana's neck. Quinn looked at Brittany in shock.
Goddamnit, no wonder I have been bleeding more than usual. Her breasts were all over my back and she was using that to test me. Oh, what about those lacy panties, I bet that was a set up too. The pen thing, god, she wouldn't normally do that. But, it was so sexy. I really really wish, I was that pen.
"Q." Quinn looked up. "You're bleeding again." Santana looked disgusted at her while Brittany worked at her neck. "If you want to stop the nosebleeds, then you're going to have to do something about it. It's really disgusting to know when you’re all hot and bothered."
Quinn smirked at Santana. "It is on now. Remember, it's all about the teasing and not about the pleasing."
Part 3b