Quinn grumbled quietly to herself as she put the car into reverse and backed out of her driveway. How had she gotten talked into this? God, she hadn't even actually been talked into anything. Rachel had needled her just a little bit and like an idiot, she'd caved almost immediately. What was wrong with her?! She grumbled some more, put the car into drive and started the ten minute drive to the Berry house. She only knew the address because her father made a habit of pointing it out every time they drove past it when she'd been younger.
Quinn made it in five minutes and honked the horn a few times before she quickly stopped, wincing. She hoped Rachel's parents weren't home because then it'd get all awkward because parents never liked it when their kid's dates honked the horn instead of - not that this was a date. She was just proving a point to Rachel so she could stop yapping about how she was being careless. Yep, that was definitely it. Quinn turned on the radio to her favorite station and waited as Joan Jett started singing about her bad reputation.
Rachel rolled her eyes when she heard a car honk twice outside. Of course, it would have been stupid to expect the pink-haired girl to come to the door. She yelled out to her dads not to worry and all but sprinted out of the house, hopeful that they wouldn't catch a glimpse of her outfit. They would not approve, especially if they knew where she was going. She hated that she had to lie to them, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
She closed the door behind her and teetered quickly over to the car in her black heels— she'd be damned if Quinn called her a midget tonight!— not hesitating before she got into the nice, shiny car. It was quite obviously not the car of a teenage rebel.
"Quinn," she greeted shortly, with her chin lifted defiantly. She didn't want to come across nervous at all, not when she had worked so hard on her "bad girl" outfit. Her tight black jeans combined with heels fit for murder and a fitted leather jacket felt utterly wild compared to her usual cardigans and knee-high socks. Even her usually sleek, controlled hair had been tousled to give it a "just-rolled-out-of-bed" kinda look. Hopefully the whole ensemble was effective enough for her to blend in at this little gathering.
"Are you going to drive?" she asked with a cocky smile, beginning to enjoy playing the new role. It could be fun! And she could deal with a little teenage get together! No problem. She hoped they'd have a few vegan snack options though, if they were going to be out late.
Quinn was too caught up in her music and picking lint off of her favorite 'hell is so hot' shirt to notice when Rachel made her way across her lawn to her car. But she definitely noticed when she got into the car. Oh, did she notice. She felt her jaw drop as her eyes raked over Rachel's form. Jesus Christ, were those jeans painted on? Realizing that she was gawking none too subtly, Quinn snapped her jaw shut and turned her attention away from the brunette, clearing her throat.
"You'll do," she said in a vaguely approving tone as they started towards their destination. Rachel would probably yell at her about road safety but her eyes inevitably always slid back to the girl sitting in her passenger seat. Loud music was filling the car but she felt like she had to say something. "So has PETA revoked your vegan license yet?" she asked, nodding towards Rachel's leather jacket.
Inwardly, she winced at herself. Vegan license? Really, Quinn? She didn't know what it was about Rachel Berry that turned her usually cool, collected self into a complete idiot. "Look, if the party bothers you, just tell me and I'll take you home, okay?" And apparently, she was also a martyr now. Goddammit, Fabray.
Rachel gave Quinn a dry smile at the comment directed at her "leather" jacket.
"It's pleather." she deadpanned. Honestly, she had hoped Quinn wouldn't pick up on it, because it was sure to damage her cool (though temporary) new image, but she wasn't about to abandon her values for a party of rock 'n' roll teenagers who she'd never see again.
"Has the church revoked your heterosexual license yet?" she bit back, though it was uncalled for. Maybe the pleather jacket was taking over. She felt a little more… hardcore, better equipped to snap back at Quinn's incessant insults. She didn't elaborate any further though, because honestly, Quinn must have known what she was implying by the jab. Her eyes had barely left Rachel's legs since she got into the car, and truthfully, Rachel would have freaked out about her dangerous driving had she not been so flattered by the appreciative gaze. But as it were, she actually didn't hate the foreign look in those hazel eyes.
She crossed her legs over, quirking an eyebrow in Quinn's direction as they neared the party. Rachel knew they were close because the noise, though still distant, was loud. But she could totally do this. If she could look cool, she could act cool. She could prove Quinn wrong.
"Like I said, I can handle a party." she insisted, though her doubts were growing as they drew closer to the venue of this chaos Quinn called a party.
Pleather. Of course. Quinn rolled her eyes at that. If anyone asked, she'd say it was real leather. It'd make Berry just a little more badass in her friends' eyes.
Quinn was a little startled by Rachel's comment about her heterosexuality but she soon had a grin on her face. Goddamn, Berry had bite. She kinda liked it. "You'd need a license in the first place to have it revoked, Berry," she said with a wink. She had never claimed to be straight but she'd never claimed to be gay either. She'd just let everyone go on thinking whatever they wanted of her. Though it probably didn't help that Puckerman bragged about 'bagging' her. She'd given him a swift kick in the balls for that lie.
"Of course you can, Princess," Quinn assured her mockingly as she pulled into a parking spot a few houses down from the party. The house was full and the music was loud and she could already hear something breaking. She turned the engine off and turned towards Rachel. "Ready?" she asked with a quirk of her eyebrow before exiting the car and waiting for Rachel to get out. With a mocking flourish, she gestured towards the party. "After you."
So maybe she had an ulterior motive in making Rachel walk ahead of her. Those heels were killer and so were Rachel's legs. Not to mention her ass.
Rachel was stunned into silence at Quinn's witty reply, which left her wondering. Did Quinn like girls? She swallowed hard at the thought and adamantly refused to wonder why. Instead, she just did as instructed, and walked on towards the party, and dear God, the door was just wide open! That wasn't safe!
After putting a little extra sway into her hips, very aware of Quinn's eyes on her, she closed the door behind them both. It was hot inside and the noise was almost unbearable. The outfits were a sea of black in various fabrics, and occasional slashes in the material revealing long stripes of flesh. Rachel was out of her depth and Quinn's eyes on her ass made her skin prickle with unneeded heat. God, it was hot enough in there already. She wanted to rip her clothes off.
The music throbbed loudly, filling every corner of the house, and Rachel found her dark eyes turning to Quinn, hoping for an indication of what to… do. What are you even supposed to do at parties? Rachel didn't frequent them, and most certainly not ones like this. Her idea of a party consisted of Christmas and Hanukkah family gatherings, where her alcohol consumption was limited to a few glasses of wine, or maybe champagne at weddings. But as her eyes fell on a broken television, she realized that this party didn't call for the kind of behavior she was used to.
"It doesn't look so scary." she lied, eyeing Quinn up and down with a quirk of her lips. And for a short moment, her eyes lingered on the curve of her hips, where fabric hugged her form deliciously. Rachel's lips tingled, she wanted to bite on one, but that would be a dead giveaway, so she didn't. She just looked out into the sea of intoxicated teens, looking out for anybody she might know.
Yep, she was right, the view was indeed glorious but it was definitely not a good idea since she could feel a stirring in her pants at the sight. She was thankful Rachel was walking in front of her so she couldn't see the slight blush on her cheeks.
They made their way into the house and Quinn quickly took stock of the situation. It wasn't as wild as the other parties she'd gone to so Rachel would be less overwhelmed. Rachel turned to her then, proclaiming that the party wasn't so scary and Quinn immediately scratched that thought, missing the way the brunette was checking her out.
Her lips quirked and she settled her hand low on Rachel's back, leaning in closer to be heard over the loud, pumping music. "C'mon, lemme show you the two things I do here," she said into her ear, leading her to the backyard, hand still on her back. On their way out, Quinn grabbed a couple of bottles of wine coolers. She'd get flack later for drinking the sissy stuff but she wasn't completely irresponsible. She was driving Rachel home, after all.
"Oooh, Fabray, you looking to get laid?" she heard shouted behind her. Without looking back, Quinn flipped the bird at a loudly cackling Ronnie. "Ignore her," she told Rachel as they emerged into the backyard, where lawn ornaments and various bottles of alcohol were floating in the pool. "Here." She offered one of the wine coolers to Rachel. "Number one: alcohol." She gave her a wink before drinking from her own bottle.
Rachel hated to admit that here, in this hellhole of a party, she really did find Quinn Fabray so utterly and undeniably sexy. Her cocky smirks and crude behavior was more than intoxicating and Rachel found herself more and more attracted to the idea of a wild night out with a very bad girl.
"You didn't say no." Rachel observed as she took a sip from her own drink. She wanted to go steady with the alcohol, just in case. She was supposed to be the responsible one here, and though she could see several bottles of whiskey and vodka strewn about, she still considered wine coolers pretty intoxicating. She hadn't build a tolerance to alcohol like many of the other party-goers had.
She met Quinn's eyes with her own darkened, curious ones.
"Are you looking to get laid tonight?" Rachel echoed the question of some strange girl who addressed Quinn by her last name only. But a better question would be why Rachel found herself taking confident, languid steps closer as she eyed her pink haired friend with wonder. The second thing Quinn did here… could it be sex? Her gaze raked over Quinn's body again, suddenly and for the first time wondering what it was like under those dark clothes. She couldn't even blame the alcohol for her state of mind, because really she had only had a few sips. It was the excitement, probably. A big bad party, a dark sky, a girl with wild hair and tight clothes. It was rebellious and she just wanted to do something bad. That's what she figured, at least.
Or maybe she just thought Quinn was really hot. She couldn't justify it though, because Quinn was… well, she was Quinn Fabray! An off the rails wild card who would be a terrible influence! She called Rachel a midget and refused to acknowledge her last name! No, she refused to find Quinn Fabray attractive. Not because she was female, but because she was an ass to Rachel most of the time.
Quinn swallowed hard as Rachel took languid steps toward her. Was she looking to get laid tonight? It had been on her mind ever since Rachel insisted on coming to the party and the thought had become even more pronounced once she'd seen what she was wearing. Images of what Rachel would look like spread out on her bed, her mouth open, calling out Quinn's name - Quinn shook her head and stopped herself from taking a step back as Rachel took another step forward. She wasn't a teenage boy and she damned well wouldn't act like one. Besides, wasn't she supposed to have the upper hand here?
Quinn tossed her now empty bottle into the pool and stepped forward, settling her hands on Rachel's hips and circling her thumbs. "Well…," she drawled slowly, pushing her up against a nearby table. She was careful to keep her own hips away from Rachel, not wanting to make the situation in her pants even more obvious. She ducked her head and set her hands on the table, lips hovering over Rachel's, every breath they took mingling. "That really isn't the other thing I do here." With that, she plucked two spray paint cans from behind Rachel and stepped away, turning towards a pristine white wall.
"You like stars right?" she asked Rachel, her back turned towards her, even as she tried to calm her breathing and will her erection to go the fuck away. Without waiting for an answer, she took the black spray paint and started working on an outline of a medium sized star on the wall. Number two: vandalism.
Well, most people liked to call it vandalism or graffiti but to Quinn, it was her own form of art. She finished her outline and started filling it in with the yellow spray paint, playing with the shade so it looked embossed. A few minutes later, she stepped away, surveying her handiwork. She tossed a smirk over her shoulder at Rachel. "What do you think?"
What did she think? She hadn't thought much of anything since she had been backed into a table with hands on her hips and thumbs making light, teasing circles there. She could feel Quinn's breath on her lips, she was so certain that she was about to get kissed. She was about a second away from eliminating the space between them herself. When Quinn had disappeared from her personal space, Rachel's thoughts were blank, she was in a daze. The best she could do was stand there watching with overcharged appreciation as Quinn's slender form arched here and stretched there. Occasionally her shirt would rise just a little and Rachel would catch a glimpse of the flawless, creamy skin of her lower back, and even Quinn's underwear peeking just above the top of her pants sometimes. Rachel thought they looked like boxers but she could be wrong. Either way, her body was burning up with the need to find out.
Her eyes traveled up to Quinn's vandalism, right there on a pretty white wall. She had effectively ruined it, and the only thing Rachel was really thinking about, if Quinn was interested in knowing, was pushing the girl against the wall and having her way with her.
"You know I like stars?" she asked belatedly, beginning to recover from her daze. Why did she know that?
Rachel, keen to gain the upper hand again, marched forward and stole a can of spray paint from Quinn's hand. The wall was already ruined, she might as well have her fun…
On top of the star (which Rachel found oddly charming) she wrote a large R with a Q right beside it, in her swirly handwriting, though the awkward new tool made the shape of the letters feel strange and foreign. Still, she turned around with a grin, buzzing with the thrill of doing something bad. Her act disappeared for a moment, out shined by her genuine and innocent excitement. But she didn't care at all. She dropped the can to the ground with a loud clank and pulled Quinn into her by her shirt. She had her own back to the wall and she knew the wet paint would be smeared across her jacket, but she didn't care. She had Quinn Fabray's lips millimeters away from her own, and her hips arched forward, pressing lightly against Quinn's.
"Get me something stronger to drink." she purred lowly, giving into the wild night. Just this once.
Quinn shrugged at Rachel's surprise. Of course she knew Rachel liked stars. She'd been in that freshman History class when the teacher had asked why there was a star on her paper and Rachel had gone into a five-minute speech about stars and metaphors. She remembered thinking it was kind of cute back then. "It's not really a secret," she said with a small quirk of her lips.
The smile turned into a full blown grin as Rachel grabbed the spray paint from her hand and proceeded to spray a swirly RQ over the star. Quinn raised an eyebrow at the presence of the Q and she could feel a strange sense of warmth going through her at the sight, coupled with Rachel's brilliant smile.
"Of course R comes before Q," she remarked teasingly. If she had her way, R would come over and over and over - the thought immediately got cut off as Rachel pulled her toward her, pinning herself to the wall with Quinn's body, lips barely an inch from hers. She barely contained a groan as Rachel arched her hips against hers. She could feel the blood rushing down to her cock and she knew that if they stayed in that position any longer, Rachel would feel it pressing against her. So when Rachel asked for a stronger drink, Quinn was quick to comply.
"I'll be right back," she muttered, walking quickly back into the house, amidst the cat calls and chants of 'Fabray's going to get laid' from her friends. She flipped both middle fingers at them before grabbing a mostly full bottle of vodka and after mulling it over for a second, a can of coke. God knew she didn't need more help losing her mind. Rachel Berry was doing a good enough job as it was.
She made her way back to Rachel, taking her hand and tugging her towards a lounge chair. "C'mere," she said as she took a sit, pulling Rachel down beside her and offering her the vodka. "Strong enough for you, Princess?"
Rachel chuckled softly under her breath as she heard the crowd rile up at Quinn's entrance. The idea that they thought Rachel could catch a girl like Quinn was exciting, and the plain fact that Quinn hadn't denied wanting to get laid at all was even more exciting. All the signs were pointing in the same direction, and Rachel was beginning to like the look of that direction.
She took the bottle of vodka out of Quinn's hand once she had been pulled down to a lounge chair facing the pool. She had never thought such dirty things about a piece of garden furniture before, but God help her, she wanted nothing more than for Quinn to take her right there and then, on that thing. Instead though, she restrained herself and took a bold swig from the vodka. It tasted vile and burned all the way down as she swallowed with a wince. She realized though that it was all part of the fun, and so she went for another immediately.
"I'm no princess. Not tonight." she insisted with a lazy smirk, shoving the bottle back into Quinn's hands again, demanding that she take a swig herself. Her hand found itself on Quinn's thigh and her lips were suddenly very close again, hovering some place between her lips and her neck. Feeling brave, or maybe drunk, Rachel leaned in and pressed a hot kiss to Quinn's jaw. "I want to be bad tonight." she said with a low chuckle against Quinn's skin. It was uncharacteristic of her and even her voice sounded odd to her own ears. Unfamiliar. Husky, low, dangerous.
Her hand crept just a little higher up her thigh, dipping to the inside and sliding her thumb against the denim-clad flesh. As she did, her teeth grazed the spot she had just kissed, just begging Quinn to make a move back, to give her something. Anything.
Quinn felt the breath whoosh out of her as Rachel placed her hand on her thigh, just inches away from her erection. Her words weren't helping any either. Quinn could only feel herself getting harder and her pants getting tighter when she felt soft lips against her jaw. Oh fuck it.
She surged forward, capturing Rachel's lips with hers, barely stifling a moaning as she did. The kiss wasn't slow or tender or any fairytale cliches. It was about lust and want because God did Quinn want Rachel. She tilted her head slightly, opening her mouth to lick against Rachel's bottom lip. When those lips parted in response, Quinn quickly took advantage, licking harder against her bottom lip before slipping her tongue into Rachel's mouth. She tasted of wine coolers and vodka and something uniquely Rachel Berry that just made her want to never stop.
Quinn's hand came up to caress Rachel's cheek while the other settled on her waist, pulling her as close as she could get without being on her lap. Rachel's words echoed in her head. She wanted to be bad, she'd said. And God, did Quinn want to help her with that. She wanted to do all sorts of things to Rachel, things that girls like Rachel Berry weren't supposed to do. She wanted Rachel in her car, on her bed, on all floors, calling out her name.
Quinn tore her lips away from Rachel's, panting as she pressed kisses along Rachel's jawline, down her neck. "There's something you should know before we go any further," she murmured, the hand that had been on Rachel's cheek drifting down to cover the hand on her thigh. Bracing herself for a fallout, Quinn nudged the hand upwards until it covered her erection. She supposed she could have been more tactful about it but she'd always been a show and not tell kind of person. She swallowed, trying not to buck against the hand even though she badly wanted the friction.
Rachel's dark, heavy-lidded eyes drifted down to where her hand rested in Quinn's lap, now cupping something thick, hard and hot. It didn't exactly make sense, but to her intoxicated mind, sense wasn't terribly important. All she knew was that she had a condom in her back pocket and something that felt an awful lot like an erection in her palm.
She licked her lips and dragged her eyes away again, keeping her hand still.
"It's big," she said, swallowing hard as her mind worked overtime, fueling all kinds of filthy thoughts and fantasies. Things she wanted to do to it, places she wanted it, positions she wanted Quinn to hold her in and just have at her…
"Is it… real?" she wondered, beginning to move her hand slowly against the bulge in her tight pants. Quinn's reaction was more than enough to confirm that yes, it was very real. Rachel's thighs felt hot as her own wetness pooled in her black, lace panties. They'd be ruined, surely.
She went in for another kiss, discarding consequence or the utter hypocrisy of doing this when she had lectured Quinn on the dangers of teen pregnancy. She wanted it. She could regret it in the morning if Quinn disappeared and never called her back, but right then, she just didn't care. She caught Quinn's bottom lip between her teeth and tugged on it as she popped open the button on Quinn's pants. It wasn't easy, considering the material was so strained, but she managed, and then she tugged it down just slightly. Just enough. Because there, peeking from the top of Quinn's underwear was a very, very real cock. Rachel wanted to touch, to feel it. She throbbed almost painfully at the mere sight of it. So with hesitant hands, she reached for it. She drew a single tentative, feather light circle around the very tip and found two things: it was wet and she wanted a lot more.
From her pocket, she fumbled with finding the condom, but once she did, she pressed the small packet into Quinn's hand.
"Just in case we need it," she explained breathlessly before arching up again and catching Quinn in a searing kiss, fingers tangled in pink hair and her hips made needy movements, grinding into Quinn. Her own tight pants gave her no friction and no relief at all, causing her to release a frustrated whimper as she tried in vain to gain some pressure where she needed it so badly. She had to fight the urge to reach between her thighs and relieve herself the old fashioned way.
Quinn hadn't given much thought to how Rachel would react but this - her thumb swirling around the tip of her cock and the dark want in her eyes - was so much better than anything she could think of. She had to make sure that this wasn't another one of her hormone fueled dreams. They always started out like this, Rachel wanton and ready, and they ended the same way too, with Quinn reaching a hand under her covers to get herself off. Any minute now, she was expecting to wake up in her bed.
Rachel pressed a foil packet into her hand and that was all the confirmation Quinn needed that this was very much real. "Jesus," she breathed, meeting Rachel's lips hungrily. What she wouldn't give to just throw Rachel down right now and have her way with her. The way she was grinding against her, she probably wouldn't put up much of a protest.
Quinn groaned and pulled Rachel harder against her, one hand drifting down to squeeze that delectable ass while the other tucked the condom into her back pocket. Yes, she definitely wanted to fuck Rachel, all night long and maybe most of the next morning too, but she wasn't about to give the party goers a free show. She nipped one last time at Rachel's bottom lip, soothing the bite with her tongue before she pulled away. Quinn licked at her lips as she tucked herself back in and buttoned her pants up.
"We can take this to my car," she told Rachel, her dark gaze still fixated on those red, kiss swollen lips. Realizing what she'd just suggested, Quinn shook her head. "My house," she corrected in a whisper. "I want to take you on a bed." God, the images in her head…Quinn gave into temptation, dipping her head to kiss Rachel one last time before she stood, the brunette's hand gripped tightly in hers.
They made a beeline towards her car, paying no attention to the cat calls and wolf whistles as they passed through the house. Quinn opened the passenger seat for Rachel, making sure she was tucked in safe before shutting it and sliding across the hood of the car to the driver's side. She had one goal and one goal only, get Rachel to her house so she could finally, finally have her wicked way with her.
But then she had a sudden attack of the conscience. "We don't have to - I can still drop you off at your house, Rachel." And she was doing so well most of the night too.
Rachel looked questioningly at her… friend? Could she call Quinn a friend? Either way, she wondered what had bumped her up from being a fuck in the back seat, to Quinn wanting to take her at home, in her own bed. But before she got a chance to question, Quinn's lips were on her own again, kissing her hard and making her forget all about the questions. She could ask later, when her mind wasn't clouded by lust. Maybe after they both found their release, sweaty and boneless in Quinn's bed, she could ask then.
She allowed Quinn to lead her through the house, hardly registering the obnoxiously loud whistles, though she did catch a wink from somebody who appeared to know Quinn, and she had the decency to blush at it, even though honestly, she felt her ego boost when she realized that pretty much everybody knew what they were about to do. Everybody knew she had been claimed by this girl, and likewise, Quinn had been claimed by her. If that wasn't made clear by their kiss-swollen lips, then it definitely was by the possessive grip Rachel held on Quinn's waist, though it drifted lower towards her ass as they made their way through the house.
Rachel thanked Quinn quietly when she held the door open for her, in a strangely chivalrous gesture, which seemed out of place, considering the night so far. But the old Quinn was right back, sliding over the hood of the car. Show off.
"Quinn," her lips pulled into a small smile at Quinn's apprehension. She leaned in again, cupping the side of her neck. It was just a soft kiss, a huge contrast to all of the other kisses they had shared. She wasn't even sure if it was allowed, all things considered. To Quinn, this could just be a one night stand, Rachel had no idea. But either way, she let the kiss soothe her worries. "Take me to bed." she whispered against her lips, hand dropping down to Quinn's stomach and sliding upwards, palming a breast boldly, slowly. Alcohol was a strange thing, she decided, because she didn't want to take responsibility for the fact that she was just throwing herself at Quinn here. "Drive." she demanded, letting her lips drag against her neck.