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Quinn Fabray was a very patient girl when she needed to be. Anyone who'd been on the receiving end of one of her meticulously detailed power plays could confirm that. Whatever the blonde Head Cheerleader wanted she got. Even if she couldn't have it she waited, planned and sure enough, things fell into place.
Her whole life was a power play, the world her empire and McKinley High School was her royal court. There she ruled, Head Cheerleader; Queen. Her high school career had been planned out by herself and her parents while she was in her first years of primary school and for 15 years that plan had held strong. Until things began to get iffy.
Quinn made a mistake. Screwed up. A year of swollen ankles, severe back ache, closely resembling what some would call a beached whale and dealing with more heartache than a 15 year old should ever have to face in a 9 month period. The anger and denial at discovering she was pregnant, the hate she felt for Puck for lying, at her own body for betraying her so openly, her parents for abandoning her and the growing foetus in her womb for existing at all. And after that came the pain of coming to love the child within her, her baby, who she had to give away like an unwanted gift. Because God, she was a gift.
Quinn suffered through it all; she worked her body back into shape, reclaimed her spot on the top of the pyramid and returned to her former glory. There was just one final piece that had yet to fall into place, the most significant part of the plan that she had formed in the beginning of the summer, when she was still in the throes of working off her remaining baby weight and had needed something to fixate all her frustrations on.
Destroying Finn Hudson and Rachel Berry.
The party was raging and as she glanced around from her perch on the couch in the centre of the room, she smiled as she watched her peers; her subjects, dance and drink while the heavy bass from the music system caused the walls to vibrate.
She locked eyes with Santana, her trusted second in command, who looked away from the hockey player she'd been talking to and nodded curtly in Quinn's direction. Smirking devilishly, Quinn excused herself from the company of the new boy, Sam something, who'd been chattering about trying out for Quarterback, Na'Avi and trying desperately to engage Quinn in some flirting. Although he seemed an alright guy, his lips were huge and Quinn was seriously considering asking her mom if her father had had an illegitimate kid because Sam looked eerily like he could have been Quinn's brother.
She was about to make her way to the stairs before she considered her empty cup. If she was going to go through with this, she'd need some more liquid courage. Although Quinn was loathe to drinking anything stronger than a light beer, under the current circumstances it was needed.
She hastily made her way through the throngs and into the busy kitchen. She approached the kitchen top, which was covered in various bottles of spirits. She deftly poured herself a shot and downed it.
"Whoa." A voice said to her left. She turned and came face to face with Finn. "Might want to go easy there Quinn. We all know what happens when you get drunk." The boy's words were heavily sarcastic and Quinn fought back the urge to deck him.
"What do you want Finnocence?" She growled, her plastic cup crunching as she clenched her fist.
His gaze flickered to the remains her cup and chose to bite back whatever smart comment he had stored. "Have you seen Rachel?" he asked instead, a soft goofy smile appearing at the girl's name.
Quinn bit back the smirk that was begging to be flaunted. Instead she went for her usual ice queen stare. "Berry? Why would I know where she is?"
At this the boy seemed to flounder. "Well, you invited her." He replied stoutly.
"I invited the whole of Glee club not singularly Rachel." Quinn said briskly, "Look around Finn. I invited a lot of people; do you think I know the whereabouts of every single person I invited?"
Finn hated Quinn. He hated what she'd done to him, making him think that she was carrying his baby, letting him begin to love the child growing inside of her, let him think that he was going to have a family of his own and then pull it all away from him. He hated how she made him feel weak and stupid, how she used her stupid logic and treated him like he was an idiot.
Yeah, so okay, he wasn't the brightest bulb in the box or whatever the saying was but he tried. She was doing it right now, with that stupid eyebrow arch that she loved to use, condensing him or whatever the word was. Making him feel judged. He struggled briefly with the urge to say something nasty, just to see that brief flash of hurt flicker in those green eyes of hers but overcame it. Rachel wouldn't have wanted him to lower himself to Quinn's level. Rachel.
He shook his head at Quinn. "Whatever. If you see her can you tell her I'm looking for her? Please?" The last word was said through gritted teeth, but present none the less.
"Sure." Quinn replied with a nonchalant shrug, already walking away from the tall boy. He watched her go with mixed emotions. Something was off, he knew Quinn well enough to sense that she was planning something. He shrugged to himself, whatever it was he would worry about tomorrow; right now all that mattered was finding Rachel.
As Quinn treaded steadily up the stairs she allowed the burgeoning smirk to take place on her face. Poor Finn. So gullible. If only he knew what she had planned for his precious Rachel.
There were few people on the second floor, spread through the hallway, engaged in various conversations. She smiled and gave a few nods of acknowledgement to the few that weren't too afraid to look her in the eye. She made her way to the second flight of stairs, at which a rope had been tied across. She stepped lithely over the barrier, and almost ran up the stairs in her excitement.
As she paused at the head of the final flight of stairs she cocked her head to listen. She couldn't hear any particular conversation or voice above the steady hum of noise. Perfect. Nobody would be able to hear anything from her room above the noise of the party raging below.
She stealthily stepped down the short hallway, and pushed open her bedroom door, the sight that awaited her caused her heart to jump and an almost maniacally evil grin to settle across her face. There lay Rachel Berry, in all her argyle glory, blindfolded and tied to Quinn's four poster bed.
Rachel strained against the ties as she heard the whoosh of air, signalling the opening of a door. "Hello?" she called out with a slight hint of desperation, "please, someone help me." She heard the definite click of the door closing and she gave a huff, alone once more. Or so she thought.
Quinn watched the brunette test the ties on her wrists and then give out a sob of frustration. She almost felt bad for what she was putting the smaller girl through. Almost.
The alcohol coursing through her veins made her feel bold. Time to step it up. This was a vital part of Quinn's plan of destruction.
Rachel tensed as she felt the bed dip. "Who-," she was silenced as a weight settled on her legs. The heavy warmth of silky skin signalled to Rachel that this was definitely the body of a girl. From that and the fact that the weight was not overpowering, Rachel guessed that this particular girl wasn't that much heavier than herself.
"This is no longer funny, whoever you are; though I suspect Santana may be heavily involved in this practical joke I hope that you are not in fact Santana and are going to presently untie me as-,"
"I can assure you Berry," Quinn stated with a smirk, "I'm definitely not Santana."
"Quinn!" Rachel gasped in surprise, attempting to lift herself out from under the cheerleader. "I demand that you release me immediately!" She tensed as she felt Quinn press her body firmly against Rachel's, holding her in place, as she sensed Quinn's body heat come closer.
"I'll release you al'right Berry," the fine hairs on Rachel's neck stood on end as the words were husked into her ear and she couldn't help but shudder at the dark edge in Quinn's words.
"Wha-,"she cut off with a gasp as she felt Quinn's tongue lick a path down from her earlobe to her neck, swirling tight little circles around her pulse point. She squirmed, desperately trying to get out from under Quinn, but failing desperately. She ignored the tightening in the pit of her stomach and bucked, trying to throw Quinn off.
"Whoa there tiger." The cheerleader chuckled from above.
"What are you doing?" Rachel whimpered, fear flooding her as her stomach churned.
"I'm taking something away from Finn." Quinn said with an evil grin, lowering her face inches above the blindfolded girl's, enjoying the thrill of having Rachel so vulnerable below her. "Something that he wants very badly."
"What?" Rachel whispered the words, apprehension tensing her frame.
"You." The cheerleader growled out. "I'm going to take your virginity and claim you for myself. As of right now-," the Cheerleader stated matter-of-factly,"-you're mine."
Rachel's head whirled as she tried and failed to comprehend Quinn's words.
"I don't want to sleep with you." Rachel ground out, "I'm not your object to claim."
"That's the thing," Quinn said with another chuckle, "you don't really have much of a choice."
Rachel paled at Quinn's words, the fear she'd been battling finally broke through, and her heart began to pound. Did Quinn really mean what she was saying? Was she going to ra-
"Please," Rachel was pleading now, desperately trying to appeal to the girl, "Don't do this. You lost your virginity horribly; please, please don't do the same to me."
Quinn hesitated, Rachel's words cut through the haze of the alcohol. Was she really going to take the girl? Rape her, there and then? She shook her head to clear it. It's not rape. She told herself firmly. Rachel would enjoy it. She'd prepared, hadn't she? She'd borrowed all those books from Santana, read all about the 'joys of making love with your lesbian partner' as the books had titled it. She knew what to do to make Rachel cum, and she'd be damned if she didn't. Fabray's never failed.
"Don't worry. Anything a Fabray does is nothing short of amazing," Quinn husked, ignoring the pang of guilt she felt as the girl below let out a sob. "Quinn, please." Rachel whimpered.
Quinn sat up, tugging off her letterman and throwing it behind her. She stared down at the girl below her, contemplating the most appropriate plan of action. She had to get her naked but the ties seriously hindered her. She briefly considered untying the brunette but discarded the idea almost as soon as it was formulated.
Rachel would fight and things could get messy. She lithely raised herself off of the girl.
"Where are you going?" the brunette asked nervously.
"Going to get some scissors." Quinn replied offhand. The shorter girl gave a squeak of fear, and fought against the ties. Quinn hastily dug within her desk drawer, pulling out her material scissors, the ones her dad have given her with her birthday sewing set in his attempt to school her in the roles of a woman.
She pushed down firmly on the thrashing girls shoulders. "This will be easier if you keep still." Quinn murmured, "I don't want to accidently cut you."
"What are you going to do?" Rachel whispered the fear apparent in her voice.
"Get you out of those clothes." Quinn stated, "I'll be careful, I promise." and began cutting. Rachel kept very still, a few times she felt the cold steel blades brush across her skin but Quinn kept to her word and her skin remained unblemished.
She shivered as the cool air hit her skin, goose bumps appearing. She heard Quinn's steady breath catch, "beautiful." The word was whispered so softly Rachel almost missed it.
The bed dipped once more and the weight of Quinn's body resettled on Rachel's naked thighs. Rachel shivered, her skin rippling in goose bumps as she felt Quinn's body heat above her.
"Please," she tried once more, resorting to begging. "No more talking." Quinn growled out before her lips descended on Rachel's. The kiss was hard; Quinn's lips moving forcefully against Rachel's tightly pursed one. "Kiss me." Quinn demanded, hovering above the brunette so that their mouths inches apart.
Rachel was silent, refusing to even open her mouth to reply and possibly give Quinn an in. She felt the cloth around her eyes being pulled away and she blinked at being suddenly immersed in dim light.
Her heart skipped a beat as she took in Quinn; her face inches above her own, her light green eyes now a molten hazel. Rachel's breath caught as those eyes locked onto her own, drawing her in as Quinn lowered her lips. This kiss was soft, hesitant, Quinn's velvet lips moved smoothly and Rachel kissed her back before she could stop herself.
Quinn's lips were so much different from Finn's. Her skin was soft against Rachel's own, so unlike Finn's irritating stubble. Her lips were steady and silky, unlike Finn's which were dry and chapped, overly eager and once he became excited; slightly wet. Rachel fought the tightening in the pit of her stomach. No. Not like this.
She turned her face to the side, breaking the kiss. Quinn gave a 'humph' of frustration, breathing slightly heavier than before.
"Don't make this difficult." She warned darkly, her gaze penetrating. "Don't force me." Rachel replied, instantly regretting her words as the swirling storm within Quinn's eyes became more frantic.
Quinn pulled back to sit up, her hands sliding up Rachel's body as she did so. Rachel shuddered softly at the feel of Quinn's fingertips leaving blazing trails down the sides of her body.
Rachel could only watch as Quinn pulled off the thin cotton t-shirt she wore, to reveal a lacy black and red bra which cupped Quinn's firm perky mounds perfectly, accentuating the curves of her chest. The thin fabric did nothing to hide Quinn's peaked nipples, which strained against the material.
Rachel was unable to drag her eyes away from the body off the girl above her, running down to admire the taught abdominal muscles, which came to view as Quinn arched slightly. If Rachel hadn't known otherwise she wouldn't have ever thought Quinn had had a baby. Where were the stretch marks that she had complained so bitterly about? As far as Rachel could see Quinn's skin was perfectly unblemished, a blank canvas.
"Like what you see?" Quinn asked huskily. Rachel flushed slightly, shaking her head in denial, but unable to prevent the damping between her legs. Quinn chuckled and she reached behind to unclasp her bra, smirking at the soft gasp that the brunette unwittingly released at the sight of Quinn's pert breasts.
Rachel felt the tightening at the pit of her stomach intensify and she almost released a groan of frustration. She didn't want this but her body was beginning to say otherwise. She had to get out of there, fast. Unfortunately for her Quinn's determination was rock steady. She whimpered once more, her eyes tearing up as she strained against her bonds.
"Please." She whispered brokenly, "Please don't do this."
Quinn gazed down at her blankly, her jaw set. "Don't be pathetic." She growled, no longer playful. "I'm trying to make it good, stop complaining." She pulled completely away from Rachel, standing by the side of the bed to pull of her skirt, underwear, socks and shoes.
Rachel was dumbfounded. Good? How was tying her up and forcing her making it in anyway good? She was no longer scared, she was angry. Who was Quinn to think she could do whatever she wanted to whomever she wanted and have everyone just go along with it? Hadn't she learnt anything from last year?
This time, as Quinn moved back to the bed, Rachel bucked and writhed for all she was worth, yelling and screaming as she did so. Frustratingly enough, Quinn was unfazed, forcefully straddling the brunette's thigh and pressing their bodies together, trapping her between her weight and the bed. Rachel fell silent sharply, the sensation of Quinn's body against hers causing her breath to hitch. Quinn's toned thigh fit snugly between her own, causing a jolt of pleasure to run through Rachel's body.
Quinn's eyes trapped her, her molten gaze ensnaring her as she lowered her lips. This kiss was harder than before, Rachel could sense an underlying something within Quinn's kiss. Her lips moved with more force but remained gentle; the pace was still as steady but with a slight urgency. Rachel gasped into the kiss as Quinn moved above her, falling more securely against her so that her centre was flat against Rachel's thigh and Rachel could feel the warm wetness there.
Quinn's tongue ran against Rachel's bottom lips and she succumbed, still reeling from the warmth of Quinn's desire, which pulsed against her skin. Had she done that? Had the sight of her made Quinn Fabray so wet? The thought was unbelievable and yet Rachel could feel the proof against her skin.
Quinn's tongue caught her attention at that point, plunging into her mouth and running along the tip of her tongue. She groaned, unable to prevent the noise as her tongue and Quinn's began to par, moving together in harmony, twisting and tugging. Quinn seemed unhurried, content to just kiss Rachel, her hands tangling in chocolate locks.
Rachel felt her resolve beginning to weaken, the dampness between her own thighs beginning to pool as the blonde rocked gently into her.
Quinn broke the kiss as they both panted; she wasn't idle, kissing a slow trail along Rachel's jaw, down to her neck. She stopped at Rachel's pulse point, nibbling ever so slightly on the tender flesh before taking it in her mouth and sucking firmly, releasing the skin with a soft pop.
"For everyone to see that you're taken." She husked against the brunette's skin. Rachel opened her mouth to disagree but was silenced by Quinn's lips against her collar bone; exploring and nibbling along the sensitive skin.
Rachel whimpered as Quinn's lips trailed kisses down her chest, nibbling softly on the thin skin of her breasts before she took a dusky nipple in her mouth. Rachel moaned, arching as Quinn swirled her tongue around the stiff bud. Rachel bucked forcefully when Quinn bit softly on her nipple, the sensation shooting straight to her centre. Rachel's eyes fluttered closed when Quinn repeated her actions on the other nipple while her finger stroked the other.
Quinn chuckled as she felt Rachel's arousal against her thigh; this was easier than she thought it would be. The small brunette was more than open to her advances now, her eyes tightly shut while her body rocked against Quinn's of its own accord.
Quinn continued to kiss down Rachel's body, sliding further down the bed and off of the brunette's thighs. She heard the diva's whimper as the weight of Quinn's thigh broke away from Rachel's centre. Quinn trailed kisses down Rachel's torso, running her tongue along the subtly defined abdominal muscles, dipping into her belly button and swirling around it as Rachel whimpered above her.
As Quinn finally came to the small patch of curls she was hit with the concentrated aroma of Rachel's arousal. The musky scent was warm; Quinn could feel the heat emanating from Rachel's core. She placed a kiss on the well managed curls before placing a hand on either thigh and firmly pushing apart the brunette's legs.
She paused, trying to think back to the countless books that she'd read, the websites and techniques that she'd googled. Fuck it, she thought and plunged forward. Rachel arched sharply off the bed as Quinn's tongue ran along the length of Rachel's slit. Rachel unconsciously spread her legs further, as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth.
Quinn's questing tongue investigated the warm flesh before her, licking here, nibbling there, tasting that before she settled on Rachel's clit, bullying the sensitive flesh from out of its hood and alternating between biting and sucking the sensitive flesh.
As Rachel grunted above her, her hips thrusting slowly into Quinn's mouth Quinn directed her attentions lower, her tongue softly probing the diva's entrance. At Rachel's whimper Quinn entered the girl with her tongue, releasing a groan of her own at the feel of her silky walls gripping onto her tongue. She plunged her tongue as far as it could go, taking pleasure at the strangled cry that Rachel released.
She pulled out and pulled away from Rachel's centre to look up at the girl's face, wanting to see her eyes. Rachel's dark brown orbs stared back. Quinn could see the mix of emotions within them, the hunger and want fighting against the anger and fear. Smirking once more she returned her mouth to Rachel's clit, taking the engorged flesh between her teeth and biting softly.
Rachel cried out, a mixture of pleasure and pain and Quinn sucked her clit firmly, soothing the irritated flesh. She lowered her tongue once more, thrusting into Rachel with vigour as her thumb massaged tight circles around her clit. She felt Rachel's thrusts begin to increase and within seconds Rachel's inner walls clamped down firmly on Quinn's tongue.
As Rachel was in the throes of her orgasm Quinn began to make her move. She returned her tongue to Rachel's clit, sucking on it firmly while her index finger drew tight circles around Rachel's entrance. Almost immediately Rachel tensed, and Quinn sensed her fear. Releasing her clit with a pop, Quinn returned her thumb, massaging tight figures of eight against the engorged flesh.
"This will hurt more if you tense up." She warned.
Rachel's eyes were wide and fearful now, the want and hunger subsiding to panic. Quinn frowned, moving back up Rachel's body, trailing kisses and bites along the way. She placed soft kisses on both of Rachel's breasts, taking a few brief moments to give each nipple the care it deserved so that by the time they were face to face, Rachel was breathing heavy once again, her hips thrusting lightly into Quinn's hand.
"You want it don't you?" Quinn murmured huskily, her own need soaking Rachel's thigh once more. Rachel rocked her thigh into Quinn, her arousal creating a delicious friction that caused Quinn to release a shaky groan. Rachel's panic was vanishing and her want was growing.
Without any warning Quinn plunged her finger into Rachel, who stiffened immediately. Her fists clenched, her nails digging mercilessly into her palms as she let out a sob.
"C'mon Rach." The Head cheerleader husked into her ear, kissing her neck softly, "just relax."
Rachel whimpered in pain, Quinn's finger deep inside of her, still, waiting for her to make the first move. Rachel closed her eyes and tried to slow her breathing.
God, how she hated Quinn.
The tears ran unchecked down her cheeks and she released another sob. She felt Quinn kiss away her tears, her thumb never ending the tight circles around her clit. As Quinn's soft lips peppered her face and her thumb massaged her engorged bundle of nerves the ache began to subside. Rachel rocked hesitantly into Quinn, who released a shaky groan and began to slowly pump her finger in and out of Rachel.
Rachel moaned, the pace of her hips steadily becoming frantic, the slow pulsing of Quinn's finger becoming too slow, she wanted, no, needed more.
"More." She whimpered.
Quinn groaned, pumping faster, deeper, harder and then after a seconds deliberation added another finger. Rachel grunted and Quinn slowed down the pace once more until she was sure Rachel was comfortable before she returned to the earlier break neck pace.
Rachel was thrusting desperately now, Quinn's clit creating a delicious friction along her thigh, while her fingers plunged deep within, before curling and hitting that spot that caused Rachel to cry out in pleasure every time.
She was close, so close and she knew Quinn could feel it, could feel the impending clamp down of her inner walls on her fingers.
She whimpered as Quinn slowed down her thrusts, her fingers avoiding that spot on purpose, dragging the torture out for Rachel.
"You're mine now Berry," the Head Cheerleader husked into her ear, "Not Hudson's, not Puckerman's, not St. James. Mine." Rachel whimpered at the words, bucking desperately, searching for that elusive pressure but finding none.
"Say it." Quinn demanded in her ear. "Say it."
"Yours" Rachel repeated breathlessly and with that Quinn thrust deeply into her, her fingers curling, hitting her g-spot just so- "Yesssss!"
In the haze of her orgasm Rachel sensed Quinn stiffen above her before collapsing, spent, her body half on Rachel. As exhaustion overtook her she was partially aware of the blonde curling into her side and after that all was black.