Author's Note: Before you read, please note that this is G!P, and it's my first time writing that & smut, so it sucks horribly. It also moves extremely fast, in my opinion. I apologize in advance.
It was the party of the summer, Finn Hudson had basically forced her to go.
A few days before the party, Finn had asked her, "Haven't you always wanted to be popular?" When his girlfriend nodded, he continued, "Then you must be at this party. Nothing will happen to you, I promise. I'll watch you the whole night. I won't you leave out of my sight."
"You promise?" Rachel Berry asked the gigantic oaf quietly.
"Yes, I promise," he repeated softly before pressing a sloppy kiss to his girlfriend's forehead. It was only until he had left, stating that he had to go see Puck, when she tore out a napkin and quickly swiped at her forehead.
"Ugh," the brunette mumbled.
The party took place at one of Finn's dumb jock friends' house a week before school started. Jayden Scar was his name. A 5"11 male with wavy blonde hair that stretched until it reached his chin. His parents had left town for two days for a vacation from Lima.
At 12 PM, Rachel Berry was already set for the party, wearing a white blouse, along with a extremely short skirt. Finn hadn't approved of it, but allowed her to wear it to the party anyways.
"I better not see you with any of those flirty jocks," Finn murmured, "or any of those guys that go to different schools."
"As for you, I better not see you with any of those Cheerios," Rachel responded in a joking tone. Finn wasn't amused, and instead of replying, he dragged her towards his car.
They were there within minutes, and as Rachel stepped out of the vehicle, she could already hear the trance music blasting out of the mansion. "Let's go, Rach," Finn urged, and Rachel began to follow him into the house.
As soon as they entered, they were both handed red plastic cups containing beer. Rachel tried giving Finn her cup, who merely shoved it back. "But, Finn, I don't drink-"
"It's a party, Rachel, let loose a bit," Finn said.
"Hudson, get your ass here!" Noah Puckerman shouted from across the room, hiding in a corner full of jocks.
"I'll be right there," he shouted right back.
"But you promised you wouldn't leave me," Rachel whined, gripping at his arm.
"It'll just be a minute, I'll be back. Don't leave, alright? Just stay here and roam around the house, I'll pick you up later," Finn replied, dropping her hand away from his arm, "I'll call you."
"But Finn!" Rachel called as the boy started slinking away from her. He sent her a apologetic look before he vanished into the crowd. Rachel frowned, then decided to sip the beer she held in hand. It tasted horrible, but she decided to down the entire liquid anyways. The cup was soon crumbled into almost nothing, then tossed at a random spot as she wrinkled her nose at the stale taste. She was beginning to really wonder why she even liked Finn.
She started trudging towards nowhere, as she desperately tried to find someone she considered an acquaintance. In a few steps, an unfamiliar male with spiky black hair intercepted her way, and handed her another red plastic cup full of beer.
"Dance?" he offered, sticking out a hand.
She shook her head, declining his offer. "I really don't feel like it." She started to turn around from him, hoping to disappear into the crowds.
But before she could, the male threw a hand on her arm, and pulled her closer to him. "C'mon, I know you want to. No one rejects me, alright?"
Rachel starts batting at his chest with one of her fists, trying to get free. "Stop, get off me," she commands, hiding the fear in her voice. She can sense a few eager bystanders watching them, none bothering to help her.
He snorts, and grips her wrists, then starts to drag her away. They don't get too far before Finn appears, charging towards them quickly. "Get your hands off my girlfriend, Seph," Finn orders, slugging the guy in the face. He stumbles back, dropping Rachel's wrists. Rachel immediately starts to inch away from the two.
"Your girlfriend, Hudson? The one you've cheated on? The one you always complain about?" Seph mumbles, his fingers running across the bleeding wound he had just received as he smirks. "Doesn't seem like a girlfriend to me. Actually, she's hotter than I expected after listening to your descriptions."
Finn growls and punches him again, and Rachel finally slinks away. She doesn't even bother to stop or watch the fight from the afar. Finn's cheating on me? She wonders in her head as she devours the whole entire beer Seph had just given her. For some odd reason, she doesn't seem to care that Finn is cheating on her.
She marches towards a random cup of beer, and demolishes it quickly, before drinking another. She doesn't stop until her head feels heavy, and everything that's filling her ears are incoherent. Her vision is nearly clouded, and she feels extremely tipsy. There's a nagging feeling in her throat that wants her to vomit.
She takes a step, and almost falls immediately. She grabs a random person's arm to keep from falling. In seconds, hands are on her waist, steadying her.
"-you okay?" is all she hears from the person behind her. It sounds so familiar, but she can't seem to pinpoint where she knows this person from.
"Dance with me," she mumbles suddenly as she spins around quickly, pressing her head onto this person's shoulder.
"Uh-" is the reply Rachel hears in a puzzled tone.
"What's your name?" the brunette asks, closing her eyes. Her head is buzzing, and she only catches the last phrase of the person's answer.
"-inn," the person replies. "You know who I am."
"Inn?" Rachel repeats, "Do you mean Finn? That's funny, my boyfriend's name is Finn. Well, soon to be ex-boyfriend."
"No, I mean-" Quinn Fabray begins again.
Rachel automatically presses a soft kiss on Quinn's neck, and the words stop as she shudders in response. Rachel smirks wickedly and opens her eyes, only to meet beautiful blonde locks that perfectly reaches the blonde's chin, much like Jayden's. Hazel orbs meets her chocolate ones, and she grins again.
"You're a really hot guy, Finn," she comments, even though she can't really see their face, since everything is still very fuzzy. She sighs, running a hand through the silky hair. She eyes the person's chest, and something doesn't seem right for a guy, but she ignores it as she runs another hand down the perfectly sculptured abs.
"Rachel, are you drunk?" the familiar stranger questions uneasily, gulping inaudibly.
"How do you know my name?" she asks, dropping a hand from the abs and instead presses it against the top of Quinn's pants, where there was a slight, growing bulge that could only be felt, but not seen yet.
"Oof," the blonde gasps, fear written across her features. No one knew about her condition. A hand is quickly on Rachel's wrist, pulling it away. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Whatever you want me to," the brunette flirts, before locking their lips together with her hands tightly sprawled on Quinn's neck. Quinn doesn't respond to the kiss at all, but doesn't stop it either. The kiss only stops when Rachel darts a quick tongue on the blonde's bottom lip, and she slowly pulls away.
"You don't want to do this, Rachel. You're drunk, and-"
"Shh," Rachel whispers into the blonde's lips. "It's okay, I want this." She presses a hand onto the bulge again, squeezing it softly, before she kisses Quinn again.
The kiss is reciprocated this time, and soon tongue is involved. But Quinn stops them again, pushing Rachel's hand off the bulge. A few eyebrow raised teenagers are eyeing them with a confused expression. She wasn't ready yet to come out with her secret.
"What's wrong? Don't you want me?" Rachel mumbles, she almost felt like crying.
"Uh, um, I do, but-" the blonde stalls, she did not want to deal with a crying Rachel Berry.
Rachel merely links their hands together, and starts walking briskly towards the stairs. The blonde is protesting, but Rachel can't seem to understand the words. Rachel stumbles up the stairs, with a unwilling blonde following her, who almost stumbles once because she's slightly buzzed, too. The first door they see is locked, and there are moans and groans vibrating from the room along with a creaking bed.
Rachel crashes into the third room, almost tripping as she enters, but the blonde catches her. "I don't think this is a good idea," Quinn adds quietly. The lights were turned off, and there's a brooding darkness surrounding them. It puts Quinn on edge.
Rachel ignores her and the sounds she hears in the other rooms as she locks the door, still holding onto a pale hand.
"Rach-"
Rachel interrupts by aggressively pushing the taller human against the door. Her hands are on pale cheeks as she brings their lips together. It starts slow and even, but soon after, Rachel is dragging both of them towards the edge of the bed as she continues to war with her tongue.
The blonde falls first, as Rachel slides on top. Rachel clasps their lips together again. And Quinn gasps when she feels Rachel dipping her hand lower and lower. Rachel deepens the kiss even more as she cups the bulge through Quinn's pants. Quinn parts her lips and gasps again, when Rachel's hand slides inside her pants, and begins rubbing furiously in fluid motions on Quinn's friend. Rachel decides to jam her tongue in between Quinn's parted lips. A minute or so later, Rachel breaks the lip lock and pulls out her hand from Quinn's pants. Quinn is whimpering underneath her.
Quinn expects to resume their kiss, but is surprised when Rachel slides lower as she inches towards her pants. A hand is over the extremely hard bulge and Quinn's eyes slam shut, breathing hard. No one else has ever touched there before besides herself.
"You're so hard," Rachel comments, and a hand creeps along the top of the pants, pulling at it. In moments, everything Quinn's wearing waist down is down to the blonde's ankles. The erection is free, staring pointedly at the brunette, who guides it to her mouth. She puts a hand on one of Quinn's knees as she flicks her tongue around the shaft as her other hand holds it.
The blonde slides an arm across her forehead, panting silently. During the next minute or so, Rachel spends it licking and sucking furiously. It felt so good, that Quinn can't help but grab the top of Rachel's head and direct her. She even thrusts into Rachel's mouth a couple of times. This continues for a few moments, but Rachel suddenly stops when she hears someone moan, "I'm so close."
"What are you doing?" the blonde whispers urgently, her piercing hazel eyes glazed as she stares at the brunette kneeling before her.
Rachel doesn't answer as she quickly pulls down her short skirt, then her panties. She immediately crawls onto the blonde, and pulls off her white blouse and bra, tossing them to the side. "Take off your shirt," she commands, rubbing her eyes.
When she reopens her eyes, she is met by a naked body before her. She runs her hand down squared abs, and stares at two body parts staring back at her.
"You have really big manboobs," she compliments. The blonde raises an eyebrow for a moment, unsure what to say.
Before Rachel can hear an answer from her, she lowers herself to the side, motioning for the blonde to crawl over her. Quinn obeys immediately, and does as told. In seconds, Rachel's hands are tightly wrapped around her neck as she spreads open her legs wide. There's already a sticky liquid pooling around her, soaking the bedsheets. Rachel tugs on the neck, which makes the blonde hover over her, with her hands on each side of Rachel.
"Rachel, I don't think-"
"I really do want this with you, okay?" Rachel reassures. When Quinn doesn't do anything, Rachel reaches lower and positions Quinn's member correctly, before slowly inserting it inside herself. Quinn bites her lip, and goes in slowly, knowing Rachel was a virgin. Rachel squeals lightly as Quinn continues to push in gingerly. She twitches and squirms slightly.
"Are you okay?"
Rachel ignores her again, and instead, is groaning quite loudly, her hands tightening as they slide towards Quinn's back. It aches for a bit before it actually feels pleasing. She begins clawing at the skin there when the pace is slowly quickened. The blonde lowers her head, and nips at the brunette's neck to muffle her groans as she keeps inching further and harder. Rachel drags Quinn's head towards her's and melds their lips together into a lip lock. She accidentally bites down hard when she feels Quinn shoving herself into her faster. Quinn knows she's deadly close and she feels like she's going to combust any second, but she feels entitled to pleasure the brunette below her first. She can sense that's she almost there, too, so she tries to hold it in.
"More," Rachel gasps against Quinn's swollen lips, before sliding her tongue in again, meeting the blonde's halfway.
The blonde quickens the pace even more, and is rocking against the brunette. The bed beneath them is moving in rhythm with the duo. Rachel pulls her lips away from Quinn, and is screeching into the blonde's ear.
"Stop," Rachel mumbles suddenly, close to her edge.
"Huh?" The blonde stops immediately, sweat beading across her forehead as she breathes in and out heavily. "Are you okay?" She trails a finger through her hair, and unwillingly pulls out.
"I'm fine," she returns, then slides out from beneath with Quinn's eyes never leaving her. "Lay down," she says, kissing the blonde's cheek carefully.
"Rachel?" Quinn asks in a worried tone as she switches her position.
The brunette doesn't answer as she drops herself over the blonde, and fits herself correctly. She presses her hands against the blonde's broad shoulders, as she moves rapidly against the bottom half of her partner. Quinn automatically arches up, allowing herself to move deeper, and Rachel is raising her voice as she's moaning incoherent sounds with her head thrown back. The blonde starts to groan, and they begin to chant together almost inaudibly. Quinn continues to thrust into Rachel from below, pumping in and out with her hands on Rachel's waist. Meanwhile, Rachel's practically growling with her eyes closed. She opens them again, looks down, and connects with Quinn's desirable irises. Quinn thrusts a few more times.
Before long, Rachel experiences her first orgasm, and she rolls off Quinn and collapses to her side as the bottom half of her shakes, writhes, and throbs. She screaming something that oddly sounds a lot like "Finn", but the blonde doesn't hear her as she deals with herself. She sits up and immediately withdraws her body part, forcing it into her hand, and it practically explodes everywhere as soon as it's out. Most of it fills her hand, but bits of it trail down her hairless leg. She silently groans again, and stares disgustingly at the warm liquid she held in her hand. She stands and wipes her hand on a nearby towel on a counter unconsciously, wrinkling her nose. Her whole entire body aches from moving far too much for a long period of time, but she ignores it as best as she can.
The blonde returns to the bed, where Rachel is breathing slowly, trying to catch her breath with her eyes closed tightly again. Her entire face is still red, and an arm is thrown across her temple. Quinn plops down next to her, and Rachel gingerly grabs her wrist with the other arm. "Come here," she murmurs. The blonde crawls to her, and the brunette latches her hands on the wavy locks, bringing them closer. She directs Quinn's mouth to her neck, and Quinn softly sucks on a spot where a outline of a mark is already visible. Rachel's moaning lowly again, but stops her anyways. She guides her face to her own, and she presses an open-kiss to Quinn's lips, grinning into the kiss. She slowly pecks her tongue inside for a moment, before withdrawing it to her own mouth. "Thank you," she mumbles. Quinn doesn't bother to reply, and just merely sighs.
Moments later, they slide under the covers together, still bare naked. Rachel snakes an arm around Quinn's tiny waist with her head on her shoulder, and falls asleep quickly after, laying on Quinn's arm. The blonde readjusts her pillow multiple times before she's comfortable. Afterwards, she glances at the brunette next to her, and she molds her mouth onto Rachel's flustered cheek as she flicks away Rachel's bangs from hiding her serene features. She slowly runs her fingers down Rachel's bare back with her other hand.
Her hips are bothering her from thrusting far too much and fast. Her back has a dull, burning pain, and she could still feel the bleeding scratches she had received from Rachel. She tastes hints of blood on her bottom lip, from where Rachel had bitten her various times. And her head still hurts from all the alcohol she had consumed. But for some reason, she doesn't mind at all.
There's a strong stench of sex in the atmosphere, surrounding the two. And below them, the music is still playing loudly, vibrating around the whole mansion. She can hear others moaning in rooms next to her, but she just focuses on Rachel's huffs and puffs as she falls into a deep soundless slumber.
Author's Note: I might continue, but it's quite horrible to begin with. Please review?