All right, here's... Rachel and Finn! Warning: This can get pretty racy.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE.
She looked at the little cake on the table. Drizzled in vanilla frosting, the tasty treat, about seven inches in diameter, bore the message, "Happy Birthday, Rachel!" in raspberry syrup. A white candle sat in the very center, flickering back and forth. She didn't know whether it would extinguish itself, or if she ought to blow it out. The girl next to her, a blonde, with cherry-colored lips, turned to her and smiled sweetly. "Well? We got it for you, aren't you going to make a wish?"
Rachel was stunned. For once, she and Quinn harbored no feelings of ill will toward one another. Surrounded by smiling friends, she closed her eyes, made a wish, and blew. The act was met with rousing applause, followed by a round of "Happy Birthday to You." Schuester, the director, led the chorus, and Brad hammered away on the piano. At the song's conclusion, she was met with a group hug from all present. Then, they each lined up, a present in hand. The first came from Schuester, the second from Mercedes, the third, Puck, the fourth, Quinn - the marvelous procession continued until Finn, her boyfriend, marched into the room with an enormous green parcel in tow. It was topped with a large red bow, and the football player seemed to quiver under its weight. When he finally closed the distance, he whispered in Rachel's ear, "Don't open it until you get home. With a little help from Artie, I made it myself."
The meeting went swimmingly - every performer was at his or her best, and a feeling of goodwill seemed to pervade the area. Even at the meeting's conclusion, as Rachel walked, a mountain of packages in her arms, every student that saw her seemed to treat her with an unusual amount of amity. The football players acknowledged her as she walked through, and, from the corner of her eye, she thought she saw Sue smile and nod. As any girl ought, on her birthday, she felt like queen of the world.
Upon reaching home, she showered and changed into a white blouse and pleated skirt - the finest set of her wardrobe, it was a gift from Kurt. Ever a man of taste, Kurt knew her color and fit - it looked ravishing on her, and she seemed almost like a doll. Sinking into a chair (the teachers had chosen not to assign any homework on that particular day), she cracked open a book - of all novels to read, Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, and relaxed. Reaching into a box of chocolates from Quinn, she popped in a bonbon with a caramel filling and indulged in its sweet taste. How much did her archrival spend to get this for her? And why was she so suddenly compassionate? It didn't seem to matter - the two had become increasingly amiable over the course of the passing weeks. Though she failed to realize it, Quinn had become quite a close friend.
In the past week, actually, Quinn chose to officially make peace with Rachel. The former Cheerio met her in the cafeteria.
"Rachel, I just want to say I'm sorry. For everything. I didn't mean to stir up so much trouble between us, and between you and Finn."
"It's no trouble," Rachel had said - she wasn't sure WHY Quinn just dropped him. He was a man of virtue, handsome, smart, and talented - what more could one want in a significant other?
"It's been eating me alive, you know? And I just want us to be friends. Plus, even though Finn was good to me, I wasn't good to him. He deserved someone like you."
Rachel remembered that day vividly- it was almost a picture in her mind. And she was glad that they had finally reconciled. Suddenly, her reverie was broken when she was greeted by the buzzing of her cell phone.
"Hey, did you open my gift yet? Love, Finn."
She'd almost forgotten. Rushing upstairs, the girl ran to her room, grabbed the big green box, and sat on her bed. First, she examined the gift card. A lovely cream color, it read: "To my dearest Rachel - from your Immortal Beloved" in silver lettering. Placing it on her desk, she then ripped the paper off, tossed the ribbon aside, and peeked into the box.
Rachel was underwhelmed. At the center was a little quivering black blob. Picking the thing up, the girl rolled it around in her hand, examining it closely, smelling it, even deigning to lick it. The present tasted terrible. Disappointed by her boyfriend's apparently useless gift, she attempted to throw it into the wastepaper basket. It stuck to her hand. She attempted to wipe it off using a piece of paper, but it held tight. Suddenly, a single blue eye looked up at her, examining every inch.
Another eye, and a third sprouted from the black blob, and small growths began to appear. Longer and longer they became, before they turned into slender tendrils. The tendrils wrapped themselves around her arm, leaving goosebumps as they went. The blob itself seemed to get bigger and bigger. It finally detached from her hand, and it expanded, first to the size of a bowling ball, then to a nearby chair, then to the size of Rachel's bed. Terrified, the girl attempted to break free and run for the door. She was stopped by a row of ebon tentacles, which formed a safety net around the entrance. By now, the monster took up half the room, and it continued to grow. Smashing open the window, it dragged Rachel, kicking and screaming, upwards.
The creature, pulling the struggling schoolgirl along, crawled up the wall to the roof of her house, where it emitted various guttural noises. It left a trail of silver fluid in its wake, which seemed to make the surface of the walls rot away. Holding Rachel aloft, three tendrils began to examine her. "Please, please please please please please, don't hurt me..." cried the poor girl. She couldn't help it. It was her special day, and this monster was about to devour her.
Rachel's sobs had a profound effect on the creature. It suddenly became gentler, pulling her closer and closer to terra firma. The three tendrils began to snake around her legs, into her blouse, and up her skirt. They seemed to be searching for something. They found it - upon coming into contact with her nether regions, they pulled her blouse and skirt away. They fell to the ground below. Naked and cold, Rachel began to shriek, but the slimy tentacles continued to hold their grip on her. Two tendrils wrapped around her waist and started to move up and down her breasts. Small suckers stimulated her nipples, causing her to shudder before turning stiff.
The monster seemed to take it as a good sign, and placed an enormous black tentacle into the girl's mouth. Taking the form of an enormous black phallus, it proceeded to thrust itself down her throat, exploring her as if it were searching for gold. Banging itself against her teeth, the thing seemed to secrete a slightly acidic fluid, running down her chin. Erstwhile, another tentacle penetrated her anal cavity, causing the girl to writhe like a worm on a hook. Two smaller tendrils found their way to the prize. Each black appendage seemed to thrust her to and fro, and the barrage didn't seem to end. More and more tentacles appeared to wrap themselves around her, taking small bites of every appendage they could find and leaving trails of silver on her flawless skin. The creature itself seemed to be enjoying itself, laughing at the girl's situation. Finally, the first tentacle ejaculated in her mouth, causing the poor girl to cough. The second finished in her anus, and its gift dripped down her thighs. The third and fourth took several minutes before they finally came.
And while all this was happening, Finn sat on the garden wall, binoculars heavenward. Beside him was a bottle of lotion. He emptied the bottle into his hands and reached towards his own nether regions.
Well? Is it good? Should I make some additional chapters?