Title: Brokenhearted Girls
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, how I wish I did though
Warning! Kind of angst and G!P. Quinn has a penis!
Summary: Brokenhearted Quinn and Rachel and the sex that follows.
It stops her immediately.
"I broke up with Finn!"
It isn't what was said that causes the abrupt halt of her legs- No, she never really thought 'Finchel' was going to last anyways. It wasn't even the fact that Rachel's voice was calm and clear when spoke those words.
It was the fact that those words were spoken in front of her, to her.
Quinn doesn't know whether to laugh or cry because how the hell did Rachel find out?
How did anyone find out?
She's been careful. No speaking to Rachel when no one's around, no 'swoon-y' eyes, no looking at her ass for too long, no saying her name, no giving her "the look"
Just a bunch of no's.
She's gone through the necessary steps. So how does Rachel know?
"So. What do you want R-Berry? A freaking parade? Do you want me doing handstands because you're telling me you- the girl who stole my boyfriend- also broke up with him? Do you want me to clap?" She almost said Rachel! And she brought Finn's name into the conversation. It's a low blow and she knows it 'Never mention Finn' its rule number 3 on her 'Ways to talk to Rachel, without being obvious' handbook.
She came up with the name herself.
They both look defensive, legs apart, arms crosses over chest. Anyone who looked would probably see two enemies fighting, again, for a dumb jock.
Oh, how wrong they'd be.
"This isn't about him and you know it Quinn" it's the way Rachel says her name, or maybe the way she's looking, maybe even the fact her hand is holding Quinn's wrist.
Something broke. Something Quinn swore she's never let herself break.
Her defense is broken, so she does what she's good at.
She runs. Not stopping when a "Quinn! Please" is shouted through the quiet halls.
Someone found out, but how?
She knows this isn't the best hiding place.
Rachel knows her better then she knows herself sometimes, it won't take long til she figures out her hiding place is behind the bleachers-
And here she comes.
"Quinn, stop" she hadn't realized her feet had started moving until small hands wrapped around her wrist and softly pulled her back.
That's why she fell for Rachel, because even when she was completely bashing the girl, Rachel's responses were soft.
She's pulled completely into her, perfectly melding into the brunettes bodies. Her cock springs to life from standing so close to her core.
Fuck.
Rachel doesn't seem fazed. She's grinding her hips harder onto Quinn's and the blonde hates that she's enjoying this.
She doesn't deserve to feel good. Monsters don't deserve anything.
"Quinn, look at me" it isn't a question, Rachel's fingers wrap around Quinn's chin pulling her eyes back to the brown ones she loves. She never stood a chance against them.
She thinks she should stop this- whatever it is and save Rachel the heartbreak but the brunette opens her mouth almost blurting those words out.
"Quinn I lo-" the 've you' are cut short by Quinn's tongue inside Rachel's mouth. She can't hear them. She wants to, God does she ever. She doesn't deserve them though.
"Quinn"
Her name being said like that is almost as bad as hearing the 'I love you', she hears the meaning behind Rachel's moans and only pushes her tongue deeper her hands clawing at Rachel's arms.
Why can't she see Quinn isn't worth it?
Their breathing becomes a necessity and Quinn pulls away needing something to do, to hold on to. She can't leave because Rachel's blocking the only way out.
"Quinn, please" she isn't sure what is being asked, but Rachel's crying now and she wishes she were strong enough to walk towards and hug her.
"Quinn, I love-"
"DON'T" it's the first thing she's said since they got here. She can't see anything because there are unshed tears in her eyes.
Fuck.
"Quinn"
There's that same emotion behind her name that were there when she almost said those words. Almost admitted that she loved Quinn.
The blonde stands there, her arms crossed, she can't break character. Her eyes looking at everything but the brunette in front of her.
"Fuck you Quinn!, Fuck you and your stupid pride" she never curses and Quinn can't help but look up. She's crying, lips bruised red, a long scratch at each arm. She looks exactly how Quinn feels. Abused.
"Take me home" it's whispered so she almost missed them but Quinn almost faints at those words because she knows what they mean, she knows what Rachel wants.
"Rac-" she's the one cut off now, not by words but by the push she feels when the brunette slams into her.
"Goddamit Quinn, TAKE. ME. HOME" She's still crying, hands wrapped around Quinn's belt pulling at it. She can't do this.
"Rachel, stop" she said her name, things are different now. Rachel doesn't stop though, her fingers working quickly on the belt buckle. She goes for the button when Quinn pushes her away.
"If you don't fucking take me home right now. I swear I'll take you here" Rachel's looking at her, she feels her eyes all over her body, she wants this too.
"Rachel" it's whispered, but cuts through the situation just the same.
"Please Quinn. I need you inside. We can go back to not speaking tomorrow. Just please take me home" she's desperate and begging and Quinn only nods, even though her head tells her not to go.
Her heart and her dick guide them to her car.
The drive isn't really a drive. More like a blink to her house, she's broke about a hundred laws but doesn't have the mind to care.
Not when Rachel's sitting there, just waiting.
It becomes real when she's parking outside her house, her parents are away again and she almost drives back. But Rachel's out the door before she even notices.
She wonders how everything got messed up. How is it that she fell for Rachel?
Her best friend.
Pathetic huh?
Your 'enemy', the girl you 'hate', turns out to be the girl you can't fucking live without.
Rachel found the spare key.
Unless she can magically open heavy doors, she's running up the stairs by the time Quinn closes the door.
She guesses Rachel probably knows she would've turned back if she could.
She runs up the stairs quickly, opening her door surprised by what she finds.
Rachel's naked.
She doesn't know what surprises her about this.
They did come here for that.
Her eyes probably hurt from crying, because Rachel's blinking a lot and she's just staring at Quinn. Waiting.
"Quinn, please" and that breaks her even more. She's pulling her jacket and shirt off before she knows what happened and Rachel's walking towards her.
The room spins around her; it probably senses how dizzy all of this is making her.
"Rachel" she doesn't really know why she says her name, other than the fact that she loves it on her tongue.
"Quinn" it's "I love you" all over again, and Quinn can't help but get angry.
How the hell is Rachel allowed to say this? To feel this?
Her clothes are gone and now they are both naked. Quinn's dick pointing at Rachel, a compass in disguise.
She doesn't know who kisses who, all she knows is that it's hard and rough and her tongue assaults Rachel's mouth like it hates her.
Except it loves her.
They fall to the bed, the squeaking pulling at Quinn's concentration. She wants to stop, has to stop. But she doesn't.
She's in too deep.
Her hands palm Rachel's breast roughly. She wants this to hurt her, show Rachel what a monster she is. But Rachel only whimpers, cursing and moaning at the non-intended pleasure.
"Quinn, I lo-" she stops when Quinn bites her neck, leave marks on her so she'll remember how mean Quinn is.
"Shut the fuck up Rachel" it's angry and she spits it out at the same time she enters her.
Rachel was pure, that's why Quinn fell for her. The barrier is broken though as her ten inch cock impales in and out of the brunette.
She wants this to hurt. Even as Rachel whimpers and tells her to slow down she continues her assault. Fuck her til she forgets she loves you. Til you forget you love her.
The whimpers don't last long though. And maybe it's the fact that she looks to the side and sees a picture of Finn and Rachel on the desk that makes her angrier. She's impaling faster now, deeper. Her lips biting and licking around Rachel's face and neck.
She isn't hurting though. Wrapping her legs around Quinn's backside Rachel moans and groans her name.
"Qquinn, I love you" it's out in the open now, it's there and if she weren't about to bust she'd pull out.
Look at anything around this room, bite her, bite your lip, don't watch her cum, don't say her name when you do.
"Quinn... baby I'm so close, fuck" either the word 'baby' or 'fuck' makes her pull her head up because she sees it.
Rachel's face when she comes as Quinn continues to fuck her. Her mouth forming a perfect 'O' and her eyes tightening shut.
She looks like heaven.
Rachel's close. Her pussy tightens deliciously around Quinn's cock; she knows she won't be able to forget this.
And Quinn hates this. Rachel's scratching at her back and whimpering beneath her. Marking Quinn, making it impossible to ignore.
Sweat drips from both their bodies as both girls get closer to their euphoria. Rachel mumbling incoherent words or phrases. Quinn biting her lip to the point of blood.
When Rachel comes, it's beautiful. Quinn's name sounds like a song when it leaves her mouth. 'I love you' and 'please' are mumbled out and tears gather at the corner of her eyes.
Quinn comes hard. Her thrust never seizing since she doesn't want this to end. She's bleeding from her lips where she bit when she was coming. Her "Rachel" turning into "Raaaaahhh". She doesn't mumble anything. Only thinks ahead to how this can be "fixed".
Rachel falls asleep right after.
She's that good.
And it doesn't take long for Quinn to stare at how well their bodies fit together. It also doesn't take long for her to see that they are both covered in bruises. From what she can see only her chest and back have proof of what when down.
But Rachel's whole body is marked. Her lips are bruised, dark purple hickeys litter around her face and throat and even her arms and thighs have scratches as markings.
"Quinn" it's whispered, falling softly from Rachel's lips. She's dreaming... about her. And if things weren't so fucked up Quinn would've reached and touched her.
Oh no.
They didn't wear protection. They're fucked.
They always have been.
"Quinn"
A/N: hey beautiful people! How you doin? So here's another G!P. For those waiting for Now or Never, I'm sorry to say that my laptop went "Kaflooey" on me. I don't have any way of getting those chapters back... BUT, if you guys want I can try to re-write it although it'd be a little different. What do you guys think? Review telling me what you thought of this and if you guys would like NoN back up...