Hello, everyone. So this is one of the most ridiculous things I have ever written. So please hang in there with this. I've had this story sitting around for a pretty long time. Unfortunately, it's not finished. But it will be following the timeline of season three. It has a love triangle in it so if you're not into that I'm sorry. Also every character is an asshole. Like all of them. So there's that. But it's kind of funny and it's really smuttty and it has a lot of angst. But that's my spiel on it. I really hope you enjoy it even if you hate all the characters, but I definitely understand if it is not your cup of tea. Anyway. Enjoy! :)
It was five pm when Rachel finally walked out of the choir room. She skipped down the street, rolling her pink roller backpack behind her. The brunette had been looking through sheet music all morning. She was looking for the perfect song to win them sectionals this year. She still hadn't found it, but she still had a week left before classes began.
The summer had been going well for Rachel, she was dating Finn, had become the star of the glee club, and Mr. Shue took her ideas seriously.
Rachel walked home that afternoon with a smile on her face and a bounce in her step. The brunette walked up her front steps and left her backpack by the front door. She walked upstairs to her room and collapsed on her bed.
Rachel pulled out her phone to look at her messages. There were a few from her dads saying they would be home late. She would have to cook dinner for herself. "Great.." Rachel sighed falling back onto her bed with a heavy sigh. Until she realized her fathers were not going to be home until much later than usual. The brunette smiled and rolled on her stomach.
Rachel unlocked her phone and scrolled down the contacts. She pressed the call button and smiled wide. "Hey….you want to come over, my dads are working late again." Rachel heard a quick 'yes' and hung up the phone to get cleaned up.
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Rachel changed into a shorter skirt and opted to get rid of the sweater replacing it with a thin cami instead. She sprayed a bit of perfume on herself, applied a thin layer of makeup, and as she finished off her eyeliner the doorbell rang.
The brunette bounced down the stairs and swung the door open to reveal Quinn standing in the doorway. "Quinn!" Rachel squealed, throwing her arms around the blonde.
Quinn wrapped her arms around Rachel's waist and lifted the diva off the ground, carrying her into the house, then turning them around and slamming Rachel's back against the front door to close it. She moved her arms down to Rachel's ass and let the brunette's body slide closer to her until Rachel's core was flush against Quinn's tight abs. "Did you miss me?" Quinn whispered onto Rachel's lips.
"Like crazy." Rachel breathed, wrapping her arms around Quinn's neck.
"Show me," Quinn growled as she pulling Rachel closer to her.
Rachel slammed her lips against Quinn's, nipping at the blonde's lower lip and then quickly sliding her tongue over it to sooth the pain. "How's that?" Rachel purred, pulling back from the blonde.
Rachel got her answer when she saw how dark Quinn's eyes had become, "We need to go upstairs, now." Quinn made sure she had a tight grip on Rachel's ass before backing away from the door and carrying Rachel upstairs and throwing the brunette onto the bed. "Take off your clothes," Quinn demanded.
Rachel kneeled on the bed and slowly pulled her cami over her head, then sliding her skirt off and playfully throwing it at Quinn. "All of them," Quinn said sternly and Rachel obliged. She slid off her pink panties and threw her pink bra on the floor, then looked back up at Quinn. "Good girl." Quinn licked her lips at the sight of the caramel skin completely exposed just for her.
"Play with your tits." Quinn ordered, and had to bite her lip when Rachel obeyed without any hesitation. "Pinch your nipples, hard." Quinn watched as Rachel's head fell back slightly. "Good girl. Now reach down and tease yourself. Circle your clit with your finger, but, you aren't allowed to touch it." Quinn watched Rachel's hand slowly slide down the valley between her breast, down toned abs, and finally over her hips and between her legs. She watched one finger slide between her folds.
"Good girl," Quinn walked towards the bed and stood a few inches out of Rachel's reach. "Pretend my hand is between your legs, imagine I am teasing you, punishing you for being such a bad girl, not letting a little slut like you have what you want because you know you don't deserve it."
A moan slipped out from Rachel's lips and Quinn felt her panties get damp. "Good girl." Quinn inched closer keeping her eyes locked on Rachel's. Quinn took another step towards the brunette. "Stop," Quinn ordered and Rachel's hand froze immediately. "Taste yourself," Quinn growled.
Rachel raised her finger to her lips and sucked it into her mouth before letting it go with a pop, moaning at the taste. "Good?" Quinn asked arching an eyebrow. When Rachel nodded in confirmation Quinn took another step toward the bed and wrapped her fingers around the back of Rachel's neck. "Perfect," Quinn pulled Rachel towards her and kissed her hard. She shoved Rachel backward and climbed up on the bed, hovering over the now horizontal brunette. Quinn knelt down kissed up Rachel's thighs until she was hovering over her pussy, she could smell the musty wetness of Rachel and the blonde grinned.
Quinn lowered herself and slide her tongue up Rachel's slit. She flicked her tongue, quickly licking Rachel's clit lightly, the brunette's hips bucked up towards Quinn's face, but the blonde gave Rachel a pointed look. "Don't get too excited. Remember what happened last time?"
Rachel stared down at Quinn and bit her bottom lip nodding. "Then I suggest you stay still so I don't have to make you." Quinn lowered herself back down between Rachel's legs and slowly licked up the brunette's slit again. Tan legs clenched and relaxed willing their hips to stay still. A quiet moan came out from the girl above and Quinn smiled to herself.
"Quinn please," Rachel whined, "I ne-" But Rachel's words turned to loud moans when Quinn shoved two fingers into the diva and pumped them in and out as fast as she could while flicking the girl's clit with her tongue.
Rachel's eyes rolled in the back of her head and she grabbed the comforter, fisting it in her hands. "Quinn…" Rachel moaned.
Quinn felt Rachel's muscles tightening around her fingers and began to curl her fingers up, hitting the spot she knew would send Rachel over the edge. "I want you to cum for me, Rachel."
That was all it took for Rachel to fall over the edge, her muscles tightened and everything went black except for the stars behind her eyes from the force of her orgasm.
When Rachel's body finally relaxed she sighed, smiling up at the blonde hovering over her. "You're so good at that…" Rachel hummed opening her arms for Quinn to lay in.
"I know," Quinn replied as she relaxed into Rachel's arms. "I wish we could-"
"Quinn, don't. You know why it has to be this way." Rachel wiggled out of her spot under Quinn to find her discarded clothes.
"Rachel there is no reason for you to-" Quinn started but was quickly interrupted by the brunette.
"Yes, there is Quinn." Rachel sighed returning to her spot next to the blonde. "I just can't okay? I can't leave my boyfriend, yeah this is fun but we aren't in love, this isn't a relationship that I can rely on for the rest of my life. It's fun, it's not a real commitment."
"How do you know that...I can give you more than-"
"I love, Finn." Rachel turned and leveled Quinn with a look, "And if you have a problem with that, maybe we shouldn't do this anymore."
"Okay, well why don't you think about this...if you love him so much, why are you cheating on him with me?" Quinn challenged the brunette.
"You cheated on Finn, too." Rachel shot back quickly.
"Yeah, well I didn't claim to be in love with him." Quinn hissed, "Whatever Rachel. If you want to keep playing this game where I pretend to hate you in public and fuck you behind closed doors,fine. But if that's how it's going to be, don't expect me to keep doing you favors."
"Fine," Rachel said turning away from Quinn.
"Great. Then I'll just go. My services clearly aren't needed anymore." Quinn rose from her spot on the bed and disappeared through the door. Rachel knew the blonde was really gone when there was a loud slam of the door and the squeal of tires as she sped away.
Rachel lay on her back and stared at the ceiling now realizing the weight of the situation, "What am I going to do with you, Quinn…?"
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Quinn drove away from the Berry residence gripping her steering with both hands so hard her knuckles were white. She sneered at the road, wishing that Rachel Berry would walk in front of her car just so she could kill the girl herself. She hated her, loathed her, despised the girl who made her fall in love with her and then pushed her away as if she were some - regular person. She was Quinn fucking Fabray. Every guy, and maybe even some girls, would kill to have what Rachel had and yet the diva was throwing it all away for Finnocent. "Ugh!" Quinn scoffed hitting the wheel with one of her fists.
Quinn drove to Brittany's house and slammed the door shut leaning on the side of the car in an attempt to compose herself. She took a few deep, calming breaths and when her heart rate slowed down a bit she began to walk toward the house.
Quinn didn't bother knocking on the door, she was a regular visitor at the Pierce residence, Brittany's parents even had a key copied for her in case she needed a place to go when they weren't home.
The blonde walked in and looked around, listening for what might be happening. She didn't hear any moaning from upstairs, so it was probably a safe bet Brittany and Santana were not having sex. "Britt? San?" Quinn called out as she walked upstairs. "Where are you?"
Quinn listened for a moment but heard nothing so she continued up the stairs. She stopped in front of Brittany's door and listened for a moment when she heard no movement she turned the knob and stepped in to find Brittany and Santana asleep in the bed.
The blonde looked at her best friends cuddled up and sighed, she wished Rachel would cuddle with her like that, but she knew she never would and her anger came rushing back. "Guys! Get up!" Quinn said walking toward the bed.
When neither of the girls even twitched, Quinn shook them both from their sleep. "Get up!" Quinn said, continuing to shake them. "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"
"Ay Dios Mio!" Santana groaned, "Quinn, what the hell do you want?"
"Hi, Quinn!" Brittany popped up from the bed and wrapped her arms around Quinn in a tight hug. "I missed you!"
"I missed you too, Britt." Quinn said letting her hands gently wrap around Brittany's waist. "look, I know I woke you up, but I need to drink and I need to drink now. You in?"
Santana was off the bed and running out the door before Quinn even got an answer. "I'll get booze!" Santana yelled before slamming the front door.
"Well, that was easy," Quinn mumbled. "Let's go watch a movie, Britt. Santana might be a while."
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Santana came back about two hours later slamming the door behind her and yelling up the stairs, "Quinn if you don't get your skinny ass down here I will drink all of this booze by myself."
The blonde couldn't have her best friend die of alcohol poisoning now, could she?
Quinn walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where Santana was pulling bottle after bottle out. "I can't believe you got this much," Quinn said looking at all the bottles on the counter.
"I got the hook-up, Quinn. You know I got you." Santana pulled out the last bottle and admired her work. "There's enough for all of us to have at least one bottle for ourselves. So why don't we get started." Santana said grabbing a bottle for herself. "Grab a game and let's play, bitches!"
….
Eight shots later Quinn was feeling amazing. The girls had decided to play a game of truth or dare and Quinn had opted for dare every single time which had gotten her four shots in a row in each dare.
"Damn, Q! I didn't think you actually had it in you to throw back that much. Mad respect. Alright, Britts, it's your turn. Truth or dare?" Santana asked.
"Dare! I choose dare!" Brittany bounced up and down in her place on the floor.
"Alright. I dare you…" Santana said looking around the room, to…..make out with Quinn."
Brittany perked up and scooted toward Quinn without hesitation. "Ready, Q?" Brittany asked, settling herself in front of Quinn.
"Yeah," Quinn said, relaxing so the girl could kiss her. Brittany gently cupped Quinn's jaw in her hand and brought their lips together kissing her gently, cautiously, not wanting to go too far.
"Was that good, San?!" Brittany asked after backing away from Quinn.
"That was great, Britt, couldn't have been better," Santana practically drooled after watching the two blondes kiss.
Quinn smirked and poured another shot for herself. "Okay, let's up the cost…" Quinn said looking at the two girls around her. "Two shots before a truth, and three before a dare. Sound good?"
"Damn, Q, what has gotten into you tonight. I am so down for this game." Santana said opening up her bottle and pouring three shots for herself.
"Great, so I'll start. San, truth or dare." Quinn asked.
"Dare," Santana said, "Give me the best you got," Santana quickly downed her three shots and leveled Quinn with a look.
"Fine," Quinn thought about Santana would not want to do, which was hard. Santana didn't get embarrassed by anything, "Santana, I dare you," But then Quinn thought of the one thing Santana hated, "to let me kiss Brittany."
"Quinn, no." Santana scooted closer to Brittany protectively, "Anything but that."
"Come on, San...it's just a kiss…besides, you just told her to kiss me and you loved it." Quinn said with a devious smile.
"Quinn...do not push me..you know it's different," Santana growled.
"Why are you getting so defensive, it's the exact same thing" Quinn hummed as she scooted closer to Brittany.
"No, it's not. Brittany know's how to control herself, when you're like this you clearly can't. Why don't you go make out with Berry…." Santana shot back.
"I already fucking did, Santana!" Quinn got up from her spot on the ground and walked out to the backyard, her bottle of vodka in hand. She was surprised to see that it was still light out, she was so drunk, but it was probably only seven pm by now.
Quinn sighed, she knew she would get questions, lots of them, but she had to tell someone, this secret was eating her alive.
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Rachel was still alone two hours after Quinn left and she was getting bored. She was alone and still very horny. She thought about calling Quinn again but knew that was a bad idea. So she called Finn instead.
The boy answered on the second ring and agreed to come over after he was done with his current round of Call of Duty. Rachel rolled her eyes and hung up before going down to the kitchen and preparing a meal for herself. She was almost done eating when there was a knock on the door.
Rachel put her dishes in the sink and wiped her mouth as she walked to answer the door. She was met with a big, crooked smile and an awkward hug. "Hi, Finn." Rachel wrapped her arms around the boy's waist. "Thanks for coming over."
"No problem, Rach." Finn rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, "What do you wanna do tonight?"
"I don't know, maybe watch a movie, cuddle," Rachel suggested.
"Oh," The brunette could hear the disappointment in his voice, but tried to ignore it.
"Come on, let's go up to my room," Rachel said, grabbing his hand and leading him up the stairs.
...
Rachel sat on the bed and felt guilty for bringing Finn to the same room she had just cheated on him in, but quickly pushed it away. "You can pick the movie today. I picked last time."
Finn walked over to the tv and looked at the movies sitting next to it. There were a few action movies, which he definitely wanted to watch, a lot of musicals and even more rom coms. Puck had told him that if he did stuff that Rachel liked without her asking him to, he had a better chance at getting into her pants, or at least getting to third base.
The boy chose a rom-com and put the disk in the DVD player, he walked back to the bed and leaned his back against the headboard to relax. Rachel scooted towards Finn and wrapped her arm around his waist, cuddling into his side.
She watched the screen light up with the movie title and smiled, "I love this movie! How did you know?" Rachel asked.
"We've been dating for a year, I know what your favorite movies are," Finn chuckled to himself, yeah this was definitely going to work.
…
Halfway through the movie, Rachel had migrated from her spot next to Finn to straddling the boy. She was biting and sucking and kissing his lips while gently rocking her hips over his quickly growing bulge.
Even though Rachel did love Finn, she didn't want to have sex with him, she didn't know why, she just couldn't. Maybe it was something about the way he kissed her like a sloppy dog or the way his hands were rough rather than soft and gentle.
Maybe it was because she was scared he would tear her apart because he was so much bigger than her.
Or maybe, it was because every time they became intimate a certain blonde would occupy Rachel's mind instead. And she knew the wet spot forming in her panties was for Finn.
Rachel moaned on accident as she thought about the blondes hands on her skin, and her head between her legs.
Finn broke the kiss and leaned back, eyes dilated and breathing labored. "You wanna do it?" Finn breathed as he slid his hands up Rachel's sides.
How romantic...Rachel thought as she looked away from Finn. The guilt was beginning to eat at her as she thought about what she was doing. She was in the bed she and Quinn shared so many times, it was special, a place only they used for their intimate affairs. "No, Finn. We are waiting until marriage. Remember?" Rachel lied, but the lie had always worked.
"Come on, Rach. We've been dating for a year. Just a hand job, a blow job, even just let me jack off while you watch or I touch your boob, anything. You're killin' me here." Finn begged.
Rachel knew she was being unfair, and maybe even cruel, but she didn't want to be intimate with Finn. And she was going to stand by that. "No, Finn. I'm not going to, not today."
Finn scoffed, pushing Rachel off of him as he got off the bed. "Fine. I'll just go and take care of myself at home." The boy adjusted his pants to conceal himself and walked out of the room without another word.
The door slammed shut and Rachel rolled her eyes. Rachel was really starting to wonder if she loved Finn as much as she claimed she did. "Oh, well…" the brunette sighed.
Rachel lay back on her bed and pulled up her skirt. "Quinn's not here, so…" The brunette slid her hand down her stomach and into her panties playing with her clit while fantasizing about Quinn again.
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Quinn stood outside with her bottle of vodka occasionally taking a sip until she heard someone behind her. "What do you want?" She knew it was Santana.
"Come back in the house, Quinn." Santana's voice was soft and gentle, she had done this with Quinn plenty of times and if she wanted the blonde to cooperate she was going to have to deal with her delicately.
"Why? So you can taunt me about Rachel some more? No thanks." Quinn didn't turn around, she just looked at the sunset, the orange and yellow and pink made her feel..something other than hate for herself, for Rachel, for this horrible life.
"No, because you are underage, drunk, and angry. I have seen you do some pretty fucked up shit when anger and booze are involved and I don't want you to do something you'll regret." Santana took a step closer and Quinn turned around.
She looked at the Latina and handed her the bottle, as much as she wanted to argue with her, she knew Santana was right. The blonde did some pretty messed up stuff when alcohol was involved. "Do you want to talk about it?" Santana asked.
Quinn nodded her head and the two girls walked into the house and joined Brittany up in her room.
The girls had settled on Brittany's bed after they had tucked Quinn under the blanket and gotten her a glass of water. "So...go ahead and go on your drunk ramble now."
Quinn glared at Santana and Brittany nudged Latina in the ribs, but no one said anything.
"Okay, well I don't really even know where to start.." Quinn admitted.
"Maybe start from the beginning?" Brittany asked gently.
Quinn gave Brittany a weak smile and nodded her head. "Okay, well. I think the beginning was...it was at the end of last year. Sophomore year. I was having a lot of issues after having given up Beth, and losing everything. I had no friends, no family, no daughter, no boyfriend. I mean I guess I had my mom, but look at her, she's an alcoholic. She doesn't notice anything. It was just me and my messed up thoughts. And then Rachel came along and helped me. I mean she has always tried to help me and but I just got annoyed with her or pushed her away, or completely ignored her. But this time, I let her in because really, what else was there?"
The blonde paused and looked up at her friends, Brittany nodded for Quinn to go on, so she continued. "So Rachel kept inviting me to her house, just to get away from my mom. And it was really helping. I liked spending time with her. She was nice and funny and a really sweet person. She took care of me. But then, something changed. There was this weight in the air. A tension I guess. And one day she kissed me. It wasn't anything big, it was just a small peck. But it was how she reacted afterward that was strange. She said she didn't know what had come over her and she couldn't help herself."
"What the fuck…" Santana said under her breath.
"I know. It was weird, but what was weirder was that it kept happening. And every time we kissed it got worse. It started with a few kisses here and there and then progressed to make out sessions, and then to rolling around on her bed kissing for hours and then one day...we...well-w"
"Omg you two are fucking," Santana said. "You're fucking Rachel Berry behind Finnocent's back!" Santana yelled. "Quinn! You're fucking Rachel Berry!"
"I know, Santana, shut up! I know. I feel terrible. I can't stop. I have tried to get her to break up with Finn, or stop calling me or leave me alone, but I always go back. It's like I'm addicted to her. I can't help myself. And I feel like at this point she can't either. I'm worried and it's killing me. But I can't tell anyone and you two can't either. This can't get out. I have gone through great lengths to make sure no one knows about us and I plan to keep it that way."
"Relax, Q. Our lips are sealed. Right Britt?" Santana turned to look at her best friend.
"Yeah, Q..we won't tell," Brittany reassured the girl.
"Thanks, guys," Quinn said, relieved. She lay back on the bed and sighed. "I'm so fucked."
Santana snickered and Quinn threw a pillow at her. "Not like that you asshole."