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Summary: Quinn and Rachel's first time. Improves your self-esteem or your money back!

Word Count: 449.


That Awkward First Time Moment When You Suck at Sex

It's fast, it's uncomfortable. It's awkward. I don't enjoy it much. Quinn's clunky. Her hands are shaky, and when they aren't shaky, they're overpowering. They're overpowering and brash and it's not fun. I know she's not enjoying this either, because it feels and sounds more like she's trying to figure out how to put together a tent.

Rachel's unhappy. I can feel it. She's not thrusting her hips, or, or, or moaning gently: moaning at all! She's just laying here, her eyes closed as I lap at her clit. I should have googled this. I should have done something. Something so I was more prepared to make Rachel happy. I might as well be pitching a tent. I pitched Puck's tent easily enough: this is Rachel, no offense, but she's so sexually repressed that a kitten should be able to turn her on.

I hope Quinn's self-esteem doesn't decline because of this. Sure I'm not feeling the power of looove but that doesn't mean that she doesn't make me happy. She makes me really happy. Maybe I should say something. Hehe, it's kind of cute how hard she's trying.

…maybe this goes there…nope. No reaction. Should I say something? I don't wanna be at this forever…

"Rachel" "Quinn"

We stare at each other, a little shocked I think that we both came at the same time. No pun intended. I motion for her to go first, but she shakes her head and remains laying down. "I'm not feeling a lot," I say shyly at the realization she's not going to speak up ever.

I blush furiously. I think. Blushing is one of those cliché things that you just do. I feel hot. That's what I know. I nod and sit up, closing Rachel's legs. Her eyes avoid mine. "I figured. I don't know what I'm doing."

"I can tell." I say, and I regret it as soon as I see Quinn scratch the back of her head in that oh-fuck-my-life way. I reach out and take her free hand.

I freeze as she holds my hand. Is this one of those gentle break ups? She doesn't want me cause I'm sexually incapable. I feel like crying. Fuck my life. I look into her eyes, waiting for something to happen when her thumb starts to stroke the back of my hand. She leans towards me and pecks my cheek.

"I still love you. I think I'm just," I pause…what's the word, "not in the right mindset."

I shrug, flipping my blonde bangs out of my face. "I love you too."

"Wanna make hot cocoa?" I ask, rubbing my cold feet. She sees this and looks up at me.

"Sure."

"Cool."