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A/N: This is something that was banging around in my head after watching the premiere. I really hope they're going somewhere interesting with Quinn this year to hopefully make up for the extreme nothing they did with her last year. Although, I'm reasonably certain that whatever they wind up doing with her won't be this.

Something clearly happened to turn the seemingly happy Quinn from the last scene of "New York" into the angry Skank Quinn of "The Purple Piano Project" but what was it? Well read on and you'll see.

Chapter 1

What Happened to Quinn

"Glee Club needs me? Seriously, Rachel? That's the story you're going with?" Quinn scoffed and rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses.

"I d...don't what you mean, Quinn. It's not a story, Sam moved as you know, and Lauren quit, so without you that puts us down to ten which again as you know means that we don't have enough members to compete. Kurt is campaigning to get Blaine to transfer and join but we still need you."

Quinn arched an eyebrow skeptically, "So you're saying this has nothing to do with The Fourth..."

"NO!" Rachel cut her off emphatically, "That was a drunken lapse in judgment."

"So you were drunk for 36 hours?" Quinn laughed

"What's she talking about, Quinn?" Shelia asked.

"Who the fuck even is this girl?" Ronnie asked.

"Tell them," Quinn demanded staring at Rachel.

"I'm Rachel Berry. I'm in Glee…"

"No!" Quinn barked, "Tell them what happened."

"Quinn, please..."

"Yeah, that was part of it. Now tell them." Rachel dropped her head and started studying the gravel very intently. "If you want me to even THINK about coming back to your Glee Club, you will tell them about The Fourth of July. Think about it. These are three girls are proudly going nowhere. They're just marking down the days until they turn 18 and can drop out. You're Rachel fucking Berry, future Broadway superstar. You're going to graduate and blow this town in less than a year. You're never going to see these girls again. It not like I'm forcing you to tell our friends or your fathers or your precious fucking boyfriend. Say it!"

In the softest voice Rachel muster, which was still not as quiet by half as she'd have liked, she said, "QuinnandIhadintercourse."

The three other girls rang out a chorus of "What?"

"Say it where they can hear you and understand you," Quinn demanded firmly.

"Quinn and I had intercourse," she said in a normal tone of voice. The three other Skanks still looked confused. Rachel huffed, stamped her foot, crossed her arms, and rolled her eyes. "For God's sake, we had sex, okay? Are you happy now?" Rachel barked at Quinn.

"No," Quinn fired back quickly, "because you're dramatically underselling it. We didn't just have fucking sex."

"Quinn, language."

Ignoring her, Quinn circled around behind her bringing herself very far in Rachel's personal space. The former Cheerio brought her face to within inches of Rachel's head. "For a day and a half I ate that sweet virgin pussy like it was my fucking job. She screamed my name until she was completely hoarse and then she screamed it just a little fucking bit more. For thirty six hours she was completely lost in orgasmic ecstasy. I have scars on my back still from all the scratching she did. I had to throw away three sets of bed sheets. My mattress still smells like her fucking cum." Quinn walked back around to face Rachel once more.

"Quinn there's no need to be so vulgar," Rachel elaborated.

"Then, after that marathon sex session, I finally screw up my courage and say what I've wanted to say to her for a long time. What did I say, Rachel?"

"You..." Rachel balked, "You said that you loved me."

"I told you that I'm fucking in love with you, that I am in fucking awe of you and your talents and your beauty and every fucking thing about you. That I want to be with you." Quinn stared at her for a long minute. "And what did you do?"

"I..."

This time Quinn didn't wait for her find her words. "You got yourself a big ole case of gay panic… and ran away. And even though that's insanely fucking stupid since you you're the child of two gay men, I was willing to forgive you because I know as well or better than anyone how hard this shit can be to deal with, but then what do I hear just a couple days later? Oh just that she's started fucking Finn Hudson her boyfriend, who she's been making wait for years for no particularly good reason."

"Quinn, your vulgarity isn't necessary."

"Oh, I remember you being VERY vulgar, and that's the point isn't it, Rachel? The reason you fucking call everyone out on their language all the fucking time has nothing to do with any fucking PG sensibility, does it? The reason you don't want people to cuss is because it turns you the fuck on, doesn't it?" Rachel cast her head down again. "It makes your pussy wet. It makes you panties such a mess that it's uncomfortable to wear them. It makes you clit ache to be touched… and licked… and sucked, doesn't it? It makes your nipples so hard that you can't hide them. It electrifies your skin and makes you heart race. Why I bet I could make you come again, right here, fully dressed without touching you, just by using my dirty mouth, couldn't I?"

"Yes," Rachel husked out, "is that what you want to hear? My knees are so weak right now I'm barely maintaining my balance. You could make me explode right here, right now and there's nothing I could do to stop you. Or even if I could stop you, I wouldn't, how about that? Do you need to hear that I dream about your touch all night, every night? Or that I wake up at least twice a night in a sweat? That I've…" Rachel dropped her voice hoping the other girls wouldn't hear, "I've taken to sleeping in the nude so as not to soil all of my undergarments and pajamas? What do want to hear, Quinn?"

Quinn looked at Rachel and circled around her once again stopping behind the tiny diva and staring at the back of her head. "Well, that sleeping in the nude tidbit is pretty delicious but I think," Quinn said at last, "I want to hear about what you threw us away for. I want you to tell me about what it's like to fuck Finn Hudson." The other Skanks had apparently heard more than they cared to know as they quickly packed up and left at this prompting.

"Quinn, please don't…"

"Tell me, Rachel," Quinn cut her off, "do his awkward, sloppy kisses excite you?" Quinn asked breathily into her ear. Quinn delicately ran a finger along Rachel's shoulder up to her neck and Rachel had to fight not to moan aloud. "Do his giant meaty hands set your nerves on fire like mine did? Does he make you moan when he gently caresses your beautiful, firm tits? Do you arch your back when he sucks on your nipples? Does he even do any of that?" Quinn placed a hand on either of Rachel's hips and pulled herself against Rachel's back burying her face in the brunette's neck. "Does he even know where you like to be kissed? Does he know where the place is just under your ear that as you said sets your soul on fire? Has he ever kissed you there on purpose? Did his big meaty lips excite you in that unlikely scenario?" Quinn slid one hand from her hip to Rachel's stomach. "How did you like his flabby gut rubbing against you?" Rachel looked ill at this question. "Does he eat your pussy like you like it? I know you love the feeling being eaten out because you told me over and over. Does he take care of you like I did? Does he ever even touch you? Does he even know what you feel like inside?"

Rachel's eyelids were heavy and her breathing was ragged. She felt like she was ready to explode. She managed to rasp out, "Quinn, please stop."

"In 36 hours, how many orgasms did I give you? Do you even have any idea? I honestly stopped counting after about twenty."

"Sixty-seven," Rachel responded very quickly.

"How many did I ask for in return?"

Rachel said, "None."

"In six weeks of fucking him how many orgasms has he given you?" Rachel just shook her head, meaning none. "How many times have you gotten him off?"

"Thirteen."

"Has he ever lasted more than ten minutes?" Again she shook her head. "Do you know that there are things that he could do to last longer? Wearing two condoms is supposed to be very effective. Ginseng is readily available without a prescription, doesn't even cost very much money. Does he try anything like that to make it better for you?"

"No," she responded softly. "Do wish to have sex, again? Can I repay you for some of the many orgasms?"

Rachel's fundamental misunderstanding of Quinn's purpose made the pink haired girl want to cry but that wouldn't be productive at this point. "I do want to have sex with you again, but not just once and not so you can repay me anything because you don't owe me anything. I want to make you feel like you felt on the Fourth all of the time. I love you, Rachel. Despite you rejecting me, I still love you, and I still want to be with you despite you trying to trivialize what we've shared and what we could have, and I want to be in Glee, but I can't sit in that room every day and watch you be with him anymore. Not after knowing what we can have together. We don't have to be out to anybody if you don't want to be, but I have too much self-respect to be the other woman. You want me back in Glee, that's my asking price. Ditch Finn and give us a fair shot. I know you maybe don't love me like I do you and that's fine. God knows before the Fourth, I never gave you any reason to, but after the Fourth I know you could love me if you gave me… us an honest shot, and that's all I ask for. If we don't work out after that, the giant man-child will always take you back, and I'll suck it up and deal with it."

"As I've told you by now," Rachel said regaining some of her composure, "I want you too, but there are other things that must be considered before I can just give into desire and be with you. I must think about these things. My being impulsive rarely works out well for anyone. Please understand, Quinn."

"I understand," she said, "I understand that you have to go home and make your Pro/Con lists that will convince you to stay safe where you are with the Two Pump Chump, but let me offer you this one piece of advice: invest some serious cah in a high quality dildo because when you pick him, you'll be responsible for your own pleasure from now until you leave for New York. Then again, that sex toy isn't going to whisper into your ear about how much it loves you and how beautiful you are to it, so I hope you can summon the memories of us when you need reassurances."

"Quinn, you're being very unfair. You don't know…"

"I don't know that you're going to pick him? When haven't you picked him? Puck was just an attempt to make him jealous, even when you first were with Jesse, you still would have rather been with Finn. You just wanted to make him suffer for dumping you."

Rachel pulled at Quinn's hands, still resting on her body, "Unhand me, Quinn. You presume too much. You think that everything is simple when it is in fact very far from simple. You know me but yet you do not understand. There are things… things that must be considered before I can commit to a plan of action. Rachel's history of acting on impulse has given our lives such wonderful times as telling Finn about the paternity of your baby and sending Sunshine to a crack house. Do these sound like the types of things that you want to happen to us? I think emphatically not. Now, I understand that this feels like rejection to you, though it is not, and as such you are reacting from a place of hurt so I will do you the favor of not holding this against you, but I will consider things before I decide to act."

"Okay," Quinn said. After a moment she added, "Though I would point out that the Fourth was you acting on impulse, too."

"Once I've made my decision and I explain everything to you, you'll understand why that's not as reassuring as you think it is," Rachel said and with that she turned to head back to class.

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