WORLD OUTSIDE
I was asked to turn this one-shot in a multi chaptered fic! Hope you like, if so...please leave your review! :D
Prompt: Teacher / Student
Rated: M
Flashbacks are in Italics
Quinn was still shaken after the dramatic Thanksgiving break she had just experienced. Sure thing, it had been great to become a mentor and have someone worship her for what she used to be aka the Head Cheerio Quinn Fabray and not another teen pregnancy statistic; although, the confrontation with Santana, her supposedly best friend, had been quite unpleasant. She didn't know why they kept doing this to each other: one moment they were best buddies, the other one they were going at each other's throat with the aim to kill. Self esteem and insecurities were their best weapons and god if they didn't know how to rile each other up.
Her cheek was still throbbing for the slap she had gotten from the feisty Latina, but what hurt the most was being reminded of Beth and how things had gone between her and her daughter. She loved that little girl, so much that she had to let her go to give her a better option for her own future. How could have she taken care of a small child? She was barely able to take care of herself and her life of ups and downs were nothing but proof of that.
After leaving the choir room, Quinn had packed her bags and jumped on the first train back to New Haven that, strangely, had become her safe heaven. Yale was the best chance she got to finally let go of her past and start a new future. She had new friends. She loved classes. She had found love. Speaking of, her current relationship had been the object of another altercation with her frienemy, who thought of it as an easy way through her school fatigues.
"I didn't expect you to be back already." When Rachel swung the door open, she was surprised to find her best student standing on the doorstep of her apartment, bags at her feet and a visible red mark on her perfect porcelain skin. "Oh my god, what happened to your face?" The brunette's worries had shifted from 'getting caught' with a student to imagining how the blonde had gotten injured.
"Guess my Thanksgiving was more about giving and taking slaps, than being thankful to see my friends and family." Quinn chuckled and kicked her bag over the threshold, so she could lock the door behind herself and enjoy being with her girlfriend. "I am sorry for dropping here unannounced, I just wanted to see you for a bit." The blonde looked down at her teacher, who was wearing a pair of tight shorts and a loose sweater; the whole look was completed by a very messy chiffon and big reading glasses, that added sexiness to the cute ensemble.
"Don't mention it, you are welcome here any time of the day." Rachel stood on her bare tiptoes and placed a gentle kiss on the taller girl's lips, that quickly quirked up in a smile that made her forget about her troubled trip back home. "I was making myself a cup of tea, join me and tell me about this give and take thing?" She mumbled in the ex-cheerio's lips, who could only nod and follow the brunette into the living room.
Ten minutes later, Quinn had discarded her boots to the side and was reclining back against one end of the couch with a hot mug of Vanilla tea in her hand; the other one was stroking up and down Rachel's flat stomach under the sweater, as the brunette leaned back against her sipping from her own mug. In those rare moments they could enjoy being a couple, without worrying about their intricate teacher/student relationship, they both realized what a good fit they were for each other. Rachel had never felt so attracted to someone before, physically and intellectually speaking, and Quinn had finally managed to find someone to rely on without having to change herself to accommodate to their needs.
"We were in the choir room, where our Glee club used to meet up and sing, and we were just talking about one of the new girls that apparently is a mix of me and Santana." Quinn sat her mug down on the floor and held the brunette around her waist with both arms, nuzzling her nose against her cheek slowly. "The next moment, we were playing our dirtiest tricks to earn some kind of reaction from the other one and when she mentioned Beth, I just lost it. She can talk shit about me, but she should have left her out of it."
"Well, from what I gathered about this Santana girl she had to bring up your weaknesses, to get the upper hand in your argument." Rachel reached behind the girl's head and stroked her hair gently, tugging her closer too. "Growing up, she must have felt very much alone and by building walls around her, she tried to protect herself from being hurt; no wonder she uses insults and confrontations to deal with people, she doesn't know how not to feel threatened by someone else."
"I like when you analyze the situation and go all professional on me." The Yale student chuckled and turned her girlfriend's head to the side, so their lips could meet for a soft kiss. "Guess I provided to be an even easier target to provoke; before Beth, she had told me our current relationship is an easy way through college." The blonde nibbled on the teacher's lower lip, who frowned and pulled back to look at the younger girl.
"We can add envy to the whole guarded attitude she has." The back of Rachel's hand brushed along the reddened mark on her girlfriend's cheek, who closed her eyes and nuzzled into her soft touch. "Our relationship is not just a physical affair to compensate unresolved issues from our childhood; I am genuinely interested in you, Quinn Fabray, and I trust you to go through these next years with no trouble, with or without me."
"I'd rather have you by my side, though." The student smiled and dropped a soft kiss on the brunette's forehead, who tucked her head under chin and pulled her arms tighter around her waist. "I really missed you, Rachel." Quinn whispered whilst relaxing against the comfortable leather seat.
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Their first connection had happened in Miss Berry's office, after a long heated discussion in front of the whole class about the controversial topic of the "free will" and "fate" and how human psychology is affected by those notions. Being raised as Christian, Quinn used to believe people's fates were determined by God's hand and, despite her troubled teenage years that made her beliefs tremble, she still believed not everything was in human kind's hands. Of course Rachel Berry, a very ration and passionate woman herself, had welcomed the different point of view debating each statement with one of her own that had taken over the whole slot reserved for her lecture.
The other students had let them argue on their own, some following the animated debate and other ones minding their own business, hoping for the time to fly by sooner. Quinn, though, was left unsatisfied by the discussion and seeked for more answers, that hadn't been provided because of the short amount of time at their disposal. The blonde had found the young assistant in her office, sitting behind her desk and grading the class' assignments for the next week.
"Quinn, how may I help you?" The glasses the brunette had on slipped a little and showed the blonde a glimpse of her chocolate pools, that made the girl's knees weaken and almost fail on her. "I am quite surprised you are visiting me after class hours, our previous discussion must have stimulated your interest and that is quite the accomplishment for a teacher."
"I…Well Miss Berry, I came to apologize for having come onto you a little too strong in class and I didn't mean to be disrespectful toward you or your point of view." Quinn stood in front of the desk, hands behind her back and an apologetic smile on her face. "I might look like the typical Midwest girl, coming from a very small town in Ohio with her closed mind and stereotypical attitude."
"Not at all, Quinn." Rachel stood up and looked up into her hazel eyes, reading so much trouble and despair for such a young age. "I never judged my students for their personal opinions and I won't start doing that with you, either. I can read the pain when I see it and everything about you gives that away."
"With all respect, Miss Berry, that's none of your business." Quinn's stance stiffened rapidly and her smile disappeared in a tight frown, that reminded herself of her past a Head Cheerleader. "Enjoy the rest of your day Miss Berry, I'll see you next Monday." The blonde spun around on her heels and walked toward the door, only to be stopped by the sound of the teacher's voice.
"He abandoned you, didn't he?" Rachel circled around the desk and leaned back against it, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared at the back of her student's head. "He raised you to be his perfect girl, someone he should be proud of but everything you did was never enough. You were never good enough or someone else just outsmarted you." The brunette watched the girl's hands ball into fists and her pose getting even stiffer. "You changed for him but it didn't matter, then one mistake caused you to lose everything you had tried to work for and he turned it against you. He made you feel ashamed of who you had become, someone he couldn't recognize. Your small mistake gave him the excuse to stop pretending he really cared about you and transferred guilt and more insecurities on your own shoulders."
"Stop talking." Quinn turned around with fire in her eyes and pain in her chest. She was so damn right that it was infuriating. How could she dare to bare her soul to such state of nakedness? Who was she to discover all the secrets, she had so desperately tried to dig under lies and false happiness?
"He doesn't care. Living the life he would have expected from you won't bring him back. It won't make him proud of what you've become." Rachel stood taller as the blonde approached, even more furious. "Stop living his life and start living yours, Quinn. Stop saying the words he would have said and voice your own opinions, no one will ever judge you for that here. Let him go!" The brunette was mentally bracing herself for a potential slap she might have gotten from her hurt student, but it never came.
Hands cupped each side of her face and lips closed over hers, stealing her breath away as she leaned heavily against the wooden desk behind her; the taller girl pressed their fronts together, urging her tongue inside the teacher's warm mouth that met her desperate kiss with the same fervor, enjoying the way their wet muscles danced and dueled for dominance. Fingers had started tugging at their clothes, throwing them carelessly around the neat office to satisfy the need of skin on skin contact and a closer embrace.
"We shouldn't do this." Rachel moaned into her partner's mouth, who kept on nibbling on her swollen lower lip as their undergarments slipped to the floor by the desk, leaving them bare and exposed to the warm air of the room. Strong hands grabbed onto the back of her thighs, sitting her on the rough surface that was partially cleaned of the papers she was working on.
"Do you want me to stop?" Quinn's lanky frame hovered hers, with golden locks framing her slightly sweaty face and panting for the intense kisses they had shared till then; the young teacher tried to weigh her options, but the sight of full breasts and toned muscles grazing her own naked body had clouded her judgment.
"God no." Her smaller hands grabbed onto the back of the student's head, claiming her lips in a hard kiss as her legs parted to accommodate her lover's body in between them. Their naked bodies touched for the first time and it was electric. The brunette had several partners before, but nothing had ever come closer to the feeling of Quinn writhing in ecstasy against her.
"You are so warm, Miss Berry." Quinn's fingers were cupping her full breasts, grazing the pad of her thumbs along her very stiff nipples as her right thigh pressed into her heated core. The evidence of her arousal licked at the girl's pale skin, coating her sweaty thigh with her own essence as she kept humping the strong muscle.
"Call me Rachel." The teacher's arm shifted to the side to clean the other side of the desk, throwing the remaining objects to the floor before rolling them over to straddle her young lover. "I am going to rock your world, Quinn Fabray." With that said, she closed her mouth over the blonde's one, who gripped her tightly around the waist and held onto her for the whole ride.
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"Where did your mind go?" Rachel's fingertip trailed down Quinn's toned stomach, lingering on the groove of her defined abs before proceeding lower, to graze her curls with her short nails. "You have a very naughty smirk on, care to share?" Leaning down, her lips wrapped around the tip of the girl's still erect nipple, giving it a short tug.
"Just…Just remembering our first time." The blonde whimpered at the feeling of those perfect lips playing with her nipple. God, that mouth did wonder to her. It was the biggest turn on about Rachel, along with her kilometric legs. "The circumstances that led to it weren't totally pleasant, but I never felt more satisfied in my life before." Her long fingers tangled with the brunette's messy locks, massaging her scalp slowly as her smaller frame settled on top of her.
"I had my fair share of lovers, but you jumped to the top after the first kiss." The teacher's arms cradled the younger girl's head, while their faces grew closer to meet for a series of lovely and short pecks. "I'll never be able to stare at my desk the same way, after what we did on it." She chuckled lowly and licked the reddened mark that adorned her secret girlfriend's cheek. "Next time someone dares to raise a hand on you, I'll kick their sorry asses."
"My knight in shining armor." Quinn's hands trailed down the girl's bare back, slipping under the loose blanket draped over their lower bodies to grab her firm buttocks and roll her hips down on hers. "Remind me to stop wasting my money on pointless trips to Lima, when i could have spent the break here with you doing more enjoyable things." The freshman girl rolled them over and settled between her long legs, making sure to be pressed intimately together against the older woman's heated core.
"Like spending the whole time in bed, fucking each other's brain out?" Rachel's eyes almost rolled into the back of her head as the taller girl's clit bumped into hers, sending jolts of pleasure all over her body. Nails dug into her lover's strong shoulders and her back arched off the bed, angling their hips to feel Quinn rub herself against her own dripping folds.
"Or making love till we passed out." The blonde's eyes searched for hers, trying to read the emotions passing through the teacher's mind at that implicit declaration of love. Was it too soon? Had she ruined everything? The sound of their naked skin sliding together filled the room, along with the noise of the headboard hitting the wall with each thrust of the ex-Cheerio's hips against the brunette's ones.
"Do you mean it?" The teacher whispered in Quinn's lips, who nodded softly and stilled their movements, not really feeling like to go on with their intercourse in case Rachel didn't reciprocate her feelings. "I love you too, Quinn." The shorter woman leaned up to join their lips again, for the umpteenth time that night and locked behind her back, urging the blonde to keep going with what they were doing until then.
"God I love you, Rachel." The student breathed in relief against her lover's parted lips, pushing them closer to their own release as her heart filled with warmth and joy. It had been years since then. Since Beth. Nothing mattered anymore. Lima, her family, Santana.
Nothing but loving Rachel.
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