Smokes
NerdyLyssa
Disclaimer: *Looks around at room in my mom's house* Nope I still don't own Glee.
Rights go to Fox and Yada, yada, yada. LOL.
My 2nd posted pic. Complete AU. Little short but I'm getting the hang of it.
Set around the time Quinn has pink hair and after New York.
Cigarette bit is from Definitely, Maybe
Well let's get to it then.
Summary: Quinn needs a pack of smokes and she only trust 1 person to get them for her.
Quinn is sitting under the bleachers during 2nd period with the rest of the Skanks, her pink hair flowing in the breeze.
The girls are arguing about who they are going to take their next lunch money from. She reaches into her sack and grabs the carton of Newport's. Opening it and sparking the cigarette.
Yvette starts harping about how American Eagles smoke better than any other cigarettes out. Quinn scoffs and inhales.
"Taste so much better though." She exhales in her face. She chuckle as the redhead flips her the bird, smiling. They sit for a while longer. Soon their lunch money victim comes, in the size of a scrawny freshman, who looks like a deer caught in headlights when Yvette calls after him.
It's nearing 3rd period when she finishes her cigarette, just thinking of a certain person plaguing her mind. She groans. AP Chemistry is her 3rd. That person. The very bane of her existence is in there.
Everyone thinks that Finn is the reason for her breakdown after Regionals. Not even. It was that person.
She grabs the pack to smoke another cigarette to calm her overzealous nerves but there are no more.
'I really need to cut back.' She laughs at her inner monologue, a true sign of her losing her mind.
Reaching for her wallet she throws it violently back into the open sack, remembering she lost it at the club last night with The Skanks and one to many drinks.
She smirks and stands to go find the one person she knows will buy her another pack.
"Berry!" She yells halfway through the crowd. She turns mid-stride and waits for Quinn to catch up.
"Hello Quinn. To what do I owe this pleasure?" She smiles genuinely.
"Listen 25 minutes after school lets out I'm coming to your house. I need you to pick me up a pack of smokes." She says cutting to the chase.
"Quinn although I do not condone your obvious bad habit I cannot and will not help you ruin your beautiful voice by smoking those cancerous death sticks. I can create a powerpoint with all of the negative impacts that…" She is cut short by Quinn smacking her hand softly over her mouth.
"Do me this solid. Yeah?" She looks deeply into those pools of brown, and with a short waver Rachel looks away.
"I will try to help to the best of my abilities. But Quinn, you're older than me. Why?.."
"Geez Berry, don't you get tired of asking questions? I lost it last night hanging out okay? They card you no matter how many times they see you come in with bright pink hair and a nose ring." She exasperates.
"Okay. Well you are perfectly legal.." Quinn drones Rachel out and starts to stare at her lips. When they stop moving, she looks back up to expecting eyes.
"I'll be there on my bike." She turns and walks away quickly.
The day seems to drag on to Quinn because she is so anxious without a cigarette and none of The Skanks smoke the same brand as her. She's lashed out on so many students you would have thought she was back on the Cheerios again.
As soon as the final bell rings Quinn is the first person out of the class and is already down the hall before most students even file out of their classes.
She spots Rachel and the oaf in a heated discussion by her locker. Smirking, she decides to intervene.
"Berry!" She yells quite loudly, 'Thank God for Cheerios,' she thinks. "20 minutes! Get your cute little ass in gear!" She turns and heads toward her motorcycle only to see Brittany and Santana waiting there. Brittany's eyes light up seeing Quinn and she can't help but to smile at her bubbly blonde friend.
"Dykes." She jokes with them.
"Butch." Santana retorts, smirking. Shuffling close by has Quinn turning her head just in time to see Rachel climbing into her baby blue Prius.
They make eye contact for the briefest of moment that it didn't go unnoticed by the pseudo-closeted couple.
"We were gonna ask if you wanted to go to 'Stix with us, my dad's treat, but it seems you ran out of smokes again." Santana waggles her eyebrows, linking pinkies with Brittany, pulling her towards Santana's blood red Porsche.
"See ya Q!" Brittany waves with her free hand.
Quinn hops on her bike and rolls up to Rachel's open passenger window.
"15 minutes." And she rides off.
Exactly 12 minutes later of aimless riding around, she gets a message from Rachel saying she was home and the front door was open.
She breaks nearly every speeding law to get to those smokes. When she arrives she nearly doesn't put her kickstand up as she sprints up the driveway.
She looks around and then slips inside, locking the bottom and top lock quickly. She takes the steps two at a time to reach Rachel's room.
She can already hear Rachel warming up her vocal chords and surmise that's why she left the door unlocked for her.
'Good.' Quinn thinks as she opens the door to a very nude Rachel Berry, spread eagle one hand on her left tit and the right, three fingers deep inside her glistening self, moaning Quinn's name.
Quinn swings the door shut, already slipping out her clothes before the click sounds, with hungry eyes on her delicious prey.
"You know you can just ask to come over. And you owe me. Newport's are quite expensive." Rachel says shuddering as Quinn starts glide her hands along the tiny diva's sides.
"That would be no fun my lovely." She plants a loving kiss on each tanned cheek.
"It wouldn't, you should have seen Finn's face when you called me. Oh and you are sharing this pack." The brunette laughs and her chest tousles about, Quinn's eyes fixated on the moving cleavage.
"Anything for you my diva. And speaking of dumbos, get rid of him. I don't need him touching what's mine." The former blonde growls possessively.
"Already done. That's what we were talking about. Now about what you owe me young lady." The brunette raises a perfectly arched eyebrow smirking. Quinn catches on quickly and mounts the tiny star.
"Already done." Quinn retorts smirking, already kissing along the jaw and neck of her tiny Diva
A/N please review. no matter how crappy this was.
-NerdyLyssa