Summary: A Glee story with a supernatural twist. Rachel has gone missing since just after the Season 3 Finale.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the characters from Glee.
Chapter 1: The Call
"So word is little Berry has gone MIA."
It was almost weird that Santana was the one calling Quinn to worry about Rachel Berry, but Quinn suspected that Santana had a soft spot for the diminutive diva since their Whitney Houston duet and then even more so since Prom. Plus gossip was gossip and trust Santana to have school gossip when school was out.
"She's in New York if you'll remember. She's supposed to be looking at the dorms."
"Okay that was like a week ago. Frakenteen tried to call her before he went to serve our country as the best American doughboy there ever was. Her phone is disconnected and he called her fathers, but they weren't around either. Sound suspicious enough for you?"
Quinn frowned slightly. Maybe she should try to call Rachel. It was entirely possible she was avoiding talking to Finn Hudson considering how they parted. "I'll call you back S."
"Go chase that cherry Fabray."
Less than five minutes later and Quinn had abandoned packing and was in her car. She started the ignition and scrolled down to Rachel's name, quickly forgetting about her vow to never use her phone while driving. She had the phone resting between her cheek and shoulders as she navigated the dark streets towards Rachel's house. There was no answer at their house, but she was already approaching the Berry residence and all of the lights were on. The night was still and quiet and she could hear strains of music coming from the brightly lit house. Quinn felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end and goosebumps rise on her skin. She heard a faint rustling sound behind her, but when she turned around nothing was there. She started to walk towards the house again when she saw a small figure coming towards her from the house. Quinn would recognize the petite girl anywhere.
"Rachel?"
The tiny girl was in front of her faster than Quinn thought should be possible. Her eyes seemed even more intense than they normally were.
"Rachel what's wrong?"
Rachel just kept staring at her, stepping more into her personal space. Quinn watched as Rachel bit her lower lip before running her tongue over it. She smirked as she watched Quinn's eyes darken and stare at her mouth. Rachel cocked her head to the side, her long hair falling over her shoulders. "Hello Quinn."
Quinn's heartbeat picked up significantly and Rachel's smile grew at the same time. Rachel's voice was low and soft and the way Quinn's name rolled off her tongue managed to sound sweet and seductive at the same time.
"Look into my eyes Quinn." Quinn's hazel eyes finally left Rachel's full lips and met her dark gaze directly. She instantly felt as if she was losing herself in the complete darkness of Rachel's eyes and drowning in their depths. Rachel's voice seemed to surround her in stereo sound, that lilting, hypnotic voice. "Good girl. Let's go inside so we can have some privacy. Follow me."
Quinn felt as if she were dreaming. Rachel's voice seemed to be everywhere at once and Quinn had no choice but to follow as they walked into Rachel's house. Once the door clicked shut behind them Quinn found herself pressed against the wall with a tiny brunette pressed against her. If it weren't for the fog that seemed to cloud her mind Quinn would have tried to shove the other girl away and reclaim her personal space. Instead she felt as if she were being held prisoner against Rachel's small but surprisingly strong body.
"I know I've told you that you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen, and that's still very true, but right at this moment I can't get over how amazing you smell. It's like sunshine and flowers are radiating off of your skin." Rachel actually traced a finger down her neck while she held her gaze with those beautiful, captivating eyes that Quinn couldn't seem to look away from. Rachel smiled at Quinn, a smile that said that she had a juicy secret that she had no intentions of divulging. "Now it's not like you have a choice in the matter, but I'm going to need you to stay relaxed." Rachel leaned in closer and for a second Quinn thought the shorter girl might kiss her. She was surprisingly not freaked out by that idea either. In the end all Rachel did was lean in until Quinn could almost feel her lips on her neck. "Because what I'm really curious is about is how you taste. I'm guessing it's going to be sticky sweet like honey."
Quinn felt a rush of heat at Rachel's words that only intensified when the brunette licked a long slow stripe from Quinn's collar bone to just under her ear. A part of her knew that this wasn't like her at all, but if she were honest with herself she would admit that there was always a weird energy between the two of them, it could almost be called sexual tension if Quinn were forced to label it. Quinn was losing herself in the feeling of Rachel's lips on her neck, gently kissing and biting the tender skin there. Her hips bucked into the shorter girl when a sudden and sharp bite actually sent ripples of pleasure through her. Quinn wanted to scream out, to grab the diva and hold her close to her suddenly oversensitive body. Rachel sucked lightly and Quinn felt it all the way down to her toes before the feeling slowly traveled back up her body in a throbbing liquid heat that settled low in her belly. Everything was starting to drift out of focus and she felt as if she were being carried away on clouds of the darkest sensations with only dark enigmatic eyes and a musical voice to guide her.
Quinn felt as if she were waking from the deepest of sleeps. She could have been asleep for hours or days and yet still want to rest for just a bit more. Vague remnants of a dream danced just outside her consciousness, but all she could remember were dark mysterious eyes and a mesmerizing voice. She sat up and was about to close the blinds to block out the blinding sunlight that was streaming into her room when she noticed an envelope with her name on it on her bed just under her phone. She opened it and her brows furrowed in confusion and her hand instinctively went to her smooth flawless neck as she read the short letter.
You taste even sweeter than I imagined, like perfectly ripened berries or a good glass of wine. You are definitely far too delicious taste only once. See you soon my lovely Quinn.
Just trying this story out. I have ideas for more, but I want to see how this goes over. Enjoy!