A/N: English is not my native language, though I'm pretty fluent at it, this is not Beta'd (and I'm looking for one!). I do not own Glee nor the characters within, I'm just playing with them.

This story is M rated for a reason and deals with 'pornography' —I guess. Please R/R. Have fun!

Rachel has this need for attention. Her boyfriend, her sweet and caring boyfriend hasn't been able to meet her needs. Every make-out/grinding session leaves her all hot and bothered but Finn can't hold himself long enough and lately she's been on fire. Every single touch awakens her hormones, she's desperate for release but touching herself is not enough,

She needs an audience.

After one of her make-outs with Finn, she gets an idea while she's trying to cool off. She's on her laptop but misspells a word and ends up in a pornographic website. She's shocked. Flabbergasted.

But she's desperate for sexual release, so she checks the home page more carefully.

She finds a video of a couple but decides against it because it reminds her of how Finn can't take care of her needs properly. She scrolls down until she finds this video of a brunette. 'I'll think about me, that way it wouldn't make me a perv, right?' she thinks while the video is buffering.

It's a good ten minutes video and she's really into it until another woman joins the brunette.

"Oh God" Rachel can feel the blonde's touch in her body. She closes her eyes and flashes of a former HBIC Cheerio floods her mind.

She's so close.

The whimpers and moans from the video only fuel the fire burning within her. The same vivid imagination that she relies on when she's reading a script is now forming the image of a naked Quinn behind her, fondling her breasts while leaving a trail of wet kisses on her neck. Rachel can feel Quinn's warmth, how her naked body fit perfectly behind with hers and as the thought registers in her mind, the most powerful, mind blowing, earth shattering orgasm runs through her body.

Finally, when the aftershocks subside, she's left with the overpowering feeling of kissing Quinn. Kiss her thank you for the amazing orgasm. Kiss her and return the favour, kiss her just because her body craves her lips, her eyes and her touch.

She wants more. She needs more.

Rachel watches the video again, but it doesn't have the same impact, she searches for more videos until one of her fathers knocks on her door telling her that they are about to have dinner, which means she spent the last three hours masturbating watching porn.

Just. Effing. Great.

But porn isn't enough. 'What if I record my—'. Oh no, she can't think about that. Her Broadway dreams would be shattered if there's a sex tape about her, but she can't deny that the idea is appealing, exciting. She can't do it, it will risk everything she has worked so hard for. 'Nobody will know it is you if you don't show your face and change your voice' a voice suggested 'and you can always delete it if you don't like it', the same voice kept breaking her will. 'Besides, who says you have to upload it to the internet?'

The image of Quinn touching herself while watching her videos flashed through her mind and the decision was made for her.

"Pervs, better prepare because you're in for a show." She mused out loud in her room.