Title: That Night
Rating: M for sexual content
Summary: While out drinking with her friends one night, Quinn meets a younger girl named Rachel and ends up going home with her. She thinks that's the last she'll ever see of her, but life seems to have other plans.
Warnings: As already mentioned, this is a G!P Quinn story. There is also obsessive!Rachel. There will be sex and angst throughout the entire story. There will also be a really rough and almost dub!con sex scene in one of the later chapters. Specific warnings will be posted with each chapter.
A/N: This is intended to be a multi-chapter fic, but this first part can also be seen as a one-shot. Thank you for taking the time to read and let me know what you think and if it should continue!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee
If there was anyone willing to wander around aimlessly in a Brooklyn neighborhood on a Saturday night, Quinn Fabray would be the last person to do so. And yet here she was, driving to her car through what she deemed 'hipster country' to find some karaoke bar that her best friend somehow convinced her to come to.
And speaking of her best friend, her phone starts ringing with Santana's name popping up on the screen.
"Hey," she answers.
"Where are you?"
Quinn frowns and looks around. "Somewhere on Central Avenue?"
"Well hurry up. Everyone's already here."
"I don't know where the hell I'm going, Santana."
"Did you pass by a big green warehouse yet?"
"What? No?"
"Okay, then keep going until you do. This place is going to be like three blocks over."
"Alright. I'll be there as soon as I can." Quinn sighs, "Tell me again why I agreed to do this?"
"Because you've been a hermit for months now and you need to get out again."
Quinn thinks Santana is right.
"And you know I'm right."
Huffing, she passes by the green warehouse and says, "I think I can see the bar. I'll see you in a minute," then ends the call without waiting for a response.
The only parking she can find is a couple blocks over, so she parks her car and walks to the bar from there. As soon as she's inside the place, her ears are immediately assaulted with the sound of drunken screeching coming from the karaoke stage.
Cringing, she begins to look around and sees Santana with her girlfriend, Brittany, and their friends, Puck, Finn, and Mike at a nearby booth.
"Hey guys. Sorry I'm late," she says as she slides in next to Puck. All of the guys give her a nod with a smile.
"It's about time," Santana remarks. "I'm gonna get the shots now."
When the Latina gets up, Brittany says, "I'm so glad you came, Quinn. I know you're going to love it here because me and my friends from school come here all the time."
Quinn is reminded that Brittany is still a college student. She smiles politely, "I'm sure it's great."
"I thought we'd never see you outside of the office again," Puck nudges her.
She responds with a shrug, "I know it's been a while."
"Yeah, it's cool that you came out with us," Finn says from the other side of the table.
"Totally," Mike agrees.
She knows that Mike and Finn are likely intimidated and afraid of her, being the daughter of the head of the company and all. Who wouldn't be? She just hopes that they warm up to her soon enough because she doesn't enjoy being treated like the unapproachable ice queen. Luckily, Puck and Santana were already her friends prior to working there.
Santana returns with a tray of shots filled with what Quinn assumes to be tequila. Everyone takes a glass and pauses before drinking.
Puck raises his glass and says, "Here's to surviving another week at work."
Everyone grumbles their agreement and takes their shot.
"Is it really that bad?" Brittany asks.
"Not really, as far as advertising goes," Puck shrugs. "But it has its moments."
The bubbly blonde smiles and asks, "What do you all do?"
"I'm the art director," Puck says. "And Mike here is the best in my department." He turns to fist bump the Asian man.
"And I'm a copywriter," Finn says. "I started like a month ago."
"Oh yeah. He's the newbie," Puck smirks as he pinches Finn's cheek.
"I also just moved to New York. So I'm still getting used to everything," Finn adds.
Brittany smiles at him, "It's not so bad here. You'll see."
"He's called me like a hundred times getting lost on the subway," Puck snickers.
"Hey, those maps are confusing!" Finn defends.
For Quinn, their conversation becomes background noise when some drunk college girl wails a poor rendition of what's supposed to be a beautiful Adele song.
"Jesus," she mutters to herself before taking another shot.
"It's my turn to go up next!" Brittany says excitedly. "It's a duet. And even though I can totally sing both parts by myself, someone should come with me."
Quinn looks at anything but Brittany. The last thing she wants to do is get up on a stage right now.
"I don't think I'm ready to sing yet," Santana says apologetically.
Puck smirks, "I think Hudson's up for it."
"Really?" Brittany looks at Finn hopefully.
The poor guy looks like a deer caught in headlights. "Um..."
"Come on, dude. You need to get out of your shell." Puck pats him on the back. "And I promise we won't rag on you too much on Monday."
"Can you sing?" Brittany asks.
"A little."
She grabs his arm and starts pulling him out of the booth. "That's good enough for me!"
As they hurry to the stage, Puck gets up and says, "I'm going to get a beer."
"I'll go with you!" Mike says quickly before joining him. Quinn figures he doesn't want to be left alone with her and Santana. She can't blame him.
Her best friend grabs another shot and hands it to her. Quinn takes it and downs it expertly.
"Are you having fun?" Santana asks.
"It's not as bad as I thought it would be."
Santana rolls her eyes, but nods anyway.
"How are you doing with that new anti-depressant project?" Quinn asks.
"Nuh uh," her friend shakes her head. "Absolutely no talking about work tonight. We came out for a reason."
"Fair enough," Quinn sighs. "How's it been with Brittany?"
Santana smiles, "It's been perfect. I really think this is going somewhere."
"Well, I'm happy for you," Quinn says honestly. "She seems like a great girl."
The butchered Adele song finally comes to an end. Quinn looks up at the stage to see Brittany and a nervous Finn getting ready for their song. It looks like Brittany is explaining to him how karaoke works as she keeps gesturing to the lyrics in the screen.
As soon as the tune of Don't Go Breaking My Heart starts playing, Quinn immediately recognizes the song and tenses up.
Santana seems to notice this and asks, "What's wrong?"
"This song."
"What about it?"
Memories of her ex-girlfriend begin to fill her mind. "This was our song."
Santana lets out an exasperated sigh, "Are you seriously still moping about Dani?"
Quinn gets defensive, "It's only been five months."
"Only five months?" Santana repeats with a humorless laugh.
Ignoring her friend, Quinn takes another shot.
"Easy with the tequila there, Quinn. And I'm sorry. I really am. But you have to move on eventually."
"You think I don't know that? It's just been really hard for me. We were together for six years." This is one of the few times since their break up that Quinn has willingly talked about her ex.
"I know. I was there."
"And I kind of forgot what life was like before she was around," Quinn adds.
"You'll adjust. You're only twenty-six, Quinn. You're still young and you have so much going for you."
Not wanting to continue this conversation anymore, Quinn says, "I need to get some air." She stands and feels lightheaded as soon as she does so. Great, she thinks. She's already tipsy.
As she turns and starts walking to the entrance, Santana calls out her name. She turns to her with a look that says 'what?'.
"Get more shots for us when you come back," her friend yells.
Quinn nods and waves her off. She turns quickly to walk again, but suddenly crashes into another body. She stumbles trying to keep her balance, but ends up falling to the floor anyway.
She groans, cursing herself for being so clumsy.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!"
Quinn looks up to see a very pretty girl with long dark hair and big brown eyes staring down at her, concern etched all over her face.
"I didn't see you there." The girl holds a hand out and Quinn takes it, getting up off the floor.
"It's okay," Quinn says as she dusts herself off. "I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going. So really, it's what I get." She laughs lightly and looks up to see the girl staring up at her with a soft smile. She smiles back out of politeness.
The girl clears her throat and asks, "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine. Are you?"
"Yeah," the dark-haired stranger nods. "But it looks like my drinks didn't make it."
Quinn looks down to see a couple of plastic cups on the floor with liquid all around them. She sighs and says, "I'm sorry about that. I'll buy you another round."
The girl bites her lip, "Only if you're sure."
"It's the least I could do."
She walks over to the bar with the girl right behind her.
The bartender looks at them and asks, "What are you having?"
"Twelve tequila shots. And..." Quinn looks at the girl expectantly.
"Two rum and cokes, please."
"Go ahead and open a tab for me," Quinn adds while the bartender nods.
She feels her phone go off in her jeans and pulls it out to see a new text message.
Santana: Who's the chick?
She glances over at the booth to see her friend eyeing them curiously, but not without her signature smirk.
"Are you here with anyone?" the girl asks.
Quinn smiles at her and says. "Oh, no. I just like to come here to take dozens of shots by myself and listen to terrible karaoke."
The girl laughs and says, "Right. Stupid question. Sorry."
"No, it's fine. I'm sitting over there," she vaguely gestures over her shoulder. "I just got dragged out by some friends and people from work."
"I got dragged out too. But for a friend's birthday."
"That's nice." The bartender hands over another tray of shots to Quinn. She smiles at the girl, "Well, again, I'm sorry about running into you. But I hope you enjoy the rest of your night. I'm gonna get back to my friends now."
"Oh." The girl seems surprised and slightly disappointed. "Well, thank you."
Quinn nods and turns to go back to the booth. She carefully sets the tray down and asks Santana, "Where is everyone?"
"Brittany and Finn are singing another song and Mike and Puck went out to smoke," her friend answers swiftly. "Now, who was that girl?"
She shrugs, "I don't know her name. I bumped into her and spilled her drinks."
"Classy."
"So I bought her another round just to be nice."
Santana's eyes nearly pop out of her head, "Why the fuck aren't you over there getting her number?"
Quinn frowns, "You know I'm not one to pick up people at bars."
"Q, seriously. You bought her a drink. That's like the perfect opening!"
She shakes her head, "I don't know, Santana. She said she was here with friends and I don't really want to bother her. And besides, I don't even know if she's into girls."
"She's been staring at you since you sat down!"
"Really?" Quinn asks. She turns her head to look over her shoulder. She sees the girl standing in the same spot by the bar. And sure enough, she's staring at her. They lock eyes for a brief moment before the brunette looks down with a shy smile.
"Get your ass up and go talk to her again."
Quinn turns back around to look at Santana. "I don't know about this."
"This is like the perfect opportunity to get back out in the dating world. Here," the Latina hands a couple bills over to her, "I'll even give you this. Now hurry up and go talk to her. Buy her another drink or something."
Quinn takes the money with a huff and says, "Fine. But only because you're making me."
Santana hands her another shot. Quinn takes it, then feels her head spinning for a moment.
She gets back up and walks back over to the girl just as she's getting her drinks. The brunette sees Quinn coming and immediately lights up.
"Hi," is all Quinn can think to say.
"Hi," the girl says back.
A tall, pale guy with a feminine voice suddenly appears and says, "Hey Rachel, what's been taking so long?"
Quinn takes a step back when she realizes this must be one of her friends.
He takes one of the drinks from the brunette and notices Quinn standing with them. He smiles, "Who's your friend?"
The girl, Rachel, looks at her and says, "Kurt, this is..." she trails off.
"Quinn," the blonde answers with a smile.
"Nice to meet you, Quinn," Kurt says. He turns to Rachel, "It's almost our turn to go up."
"Oh." She takes a quick glance at Quinn before saying, "I think I'll sit this one out."
"Alright then. Bye guys," he smiles at both of them before running off to the stage.
When the two girls are left alone, Quinn finds herself blurting out, "Can I be honest?"
Rachel seems intrigued and nods.
"I don't do these things often. Or ever, really. But my friend made me come over here to talk to you. Not that I don't want to talk to you! But if you need to get back to your friends, I understand."
"They're not really my friends," Rachel sighs. "I mean, Kurt is my friend, obviously. I came out because it's Blaine's birthday. He's Kurt's boyfriend. So it's really all of Blaine's friends that I don't even know and I just feel really out of place. I keep wondering why I even agreed to come in the first place." She takes a breath, "And now I'm talking too much..."
Quinn finds Rachel's rambling to a complete stranger to be odd, yet endearing. "I would invite you to sit with me and my friends, but I know a couple of them don't exactly have the best manners when it comes to meeting new people." She's mainly referring to Santana and Puck. Glancing around the room, she says, "But there's an empty table in that corner if you want to join me and get away for a little while."
"I'd like that," Rachel smiles. "If you don't mind the company."
"It's okay with me." Quinn still feels dizzy and just wants to sit down.
She guides Rachel over to the table and sits across from her. She then pulls out her phone to send a quick text to Santana.
Quinn: Doing what you said. I'll catch up with you guys later.
She looks up and says, "I'm going to take a wild guess that your name is Rachel."
Rachel smiles once again and nods her head. "I really like your name. Quinn. It's nice."
"Thank you. So, what do you do?" Quinn thinks that she looks young enough to be a college student.
And her theory is confirmed when Rachel says, "I'm in my fourth year at NYADA."
"The performing arts school?"
"That's the one."
"I've heard about how prestigious it is, so that's really amazing. Are you an actress?"
"Yes." Rachel pauses. "Well, sort of."
Quinn frowns, "Sort of?"
"I just got hired as an understudy for an off Broadway play set to premiere soon. I know it's not much for now, but I'm hoping to get leading roles one day."
"Don't feel discouraged. We all have to start somewhere," Quinn notes.
Rachel smiles, "That's true."
A silence takes over them and Quinn finds herself wondering how much longer she's going to stay until she decides to call it a night.
"What is it that you do?" Rachel asks.
Quinn purses her lips, "I work in advertising as an account executive."
"Really? That sounds interesting."
She shrugs, "I don't want to bore you with the details, but it pays the bills." It actually was more than just a job to pay the bills as her father was mentoring her to become partner one day.
"Did you grow up here?"
"I grew up on Long Island. But I moved to the city to go to Columbia with my best friend. And I've been here ever since."
"Columbia? That's really impressive."
Quinn smiles, "Thanks."
"I'm from a small town in Ohio, but I've always loved New York."
"It has it's moments every now and then," the blonde says.
"Ever since I was a little girl, I've always dreamed about performing on Broadway and seeing my name in lights."
Quinn leans back in her chair and regards her. "I really hope that it all works out for you, Rachel."
They stare into each other's eyes for a moment. Quinn feels the gaze becoming too intense and breaks eye contact.
She notices that Rachel's drink is empty and says, "I'll get us another round."
"You don't have to do that, Quinn."
She stands up and smiles, "It's no problem."
Going back up to the bartender, Quinn orders more drinks. As she's waiting, she quickly glances over her shoulder at Rachel, who's staring at her again. The brunette quickly looks away and blushes.
Quinn thinks that she's nice enough. Rachel seems like the typical small town girl dreaming of stardom in the big city. It was naive of course, but she knows that she shouldn't judge her right away. They were basically the complete opposite of one another and it was definitely interesting for Quinn.
She goes back to the table and sets their drinks down.
"Thank you," Rachel says.
"Your friend is probably missing you," Quinn tells her.
"I'm sure he's fine with his boyfriend."
Quinn nods. "You don't seem like the type to come to these places." She thinks that Rachel is probably one to study all weekend rather than go out with friends.
"I'm really not," Rachel shakes her head.
"Neither am I."
"Is there someone at home waiting for you?"
She knows that Rachel is really asking if she's seeing anyone. "No. There's nobody right now."
As the girl nods and takes a sip of her drink, Quinn notices she's smiling to herself.
"What about you?" She has no idea why she's asking. It's not like she's planning to pursue this girl. "Is your boyfriend still waiting up for you?"
"There is no boyfriend. Or girlfriend for that matter."
Quinn chuckles, "Sorry. That's your business."
Rachel laughs along with her, and the blonde can't help but think that the sound is adorable.
When there's another lull in their conversation, Quinn looks around the room to see that there's more people than there was before. She didn't even notice that talking to Rachel had completely drowned out the awful performances.
She looks back at Rachel to see her giving that look again. She decides to be bold and says, "You stare a lot. Why is that?"
"Sorry," Rachel stammers. "It's just that you're so pretty, it's almost unbelievable."
It's Quinn's turn to start blushing. And lucky for her, she doesn't have to respond to that right away when her phone goes off on the table.
Santana: We took off to Finnept's apartment. You looked cozy with your girl and I didn't wanna bother you ;)
Quinn turns around and cranes her neck to see all of her friends gone from the booth they were at before. "Shit," she mutters, completely annoyed. She shoves her phone into her pocket and turns back around.
"What's wrong?" Rachel asks.
"My friends just ditched me," she answers.
"That's very rude of them."
Quinn laughs, "That's a nice way of putting it. But I'm used to their crap."
She quickly finishes her drink and says, "It was nice meeting you, Rachel. But I need to get out of here."
"You're leaving?"
"Yeah." Quinn stands up and puts on her coat. "It's just way too loud and crowded in here. Or maybe I'm just getting old," she jokes.
Rachel stands up as well and says, "I could use some air. And I'll walk with you, if you don't mind."
Quinn thinks about it. She was just planning on getting back to her car and going straight home. But walking around for a bit would probably be good for her. The last thing she needs is a DUI.
"I don't mind."
Rachel lights up, "I'll be right back!"
She runs off to tell her friend, Kurt, that she's leaving. Or at least that's what Quinn assumes. She uses the time to pay off her tab and wait for Rachel by the entrance.
A few minutes later, the brunette walks back over to her, buttoning up her coat with a huge smile on her face.
Once they're outside in the cold night air, Rachel asks, "Is it okay if we walk in that direction? My place is just a few blocks away."
Quinn shrugs, "Okay." She lets Rachel lead the way.
As they walk together, the brunette asks, "Do you live around here?"
"No," Quinn shakes her head. "I live in Manhattan."
She sighs to herself. She feels drunk. She probably is.
"Are you all right?"
She smiles at Rachel, "I'm great."
After a few more minutes of walking, Rachel suddenly stops and says, "This is my building."
Quinn frowns, "We're already here?" How long did she tune everything out for?
The younger girl laughs, "I told you I lived close by."
"Right," Quinn nods.
Rachel shuffles her feet and nervously asks, "Do you want to come up for another drink? My roommate is out for the night and I don't exactly like being home alone."
Quinn thinks to herself for a moment. She knows she should probably go home. And it's very obvious that Rachel is into her and she doesn't exactly know how to go about that. But maybe spending a little more time with this girl won't hurt.
"Sure," she says.
Rachel beams and walks up the steps to the building. Quinn follows behind her, making sure to keep a little distance between them. Once they're inside and going up the stairs, she can't help but notice how loud a lot of the people were with music booming from seemingly every apartment. She concludes it's mostly college students that live here.
When they get to a door on the second floor, Rachel fishes her keys out of her coat and opens it. They step inside.
As Quinn closes the door behind herself, she begins surveying the place. "It's really tidy," she says.
"Thank you," Rachel answers as she shrugs off her coat. "I feel like I'm always cleaning up after my roommate because he's so messy. But I'm glad at least someone notices the effort."
"It's nice," Quinn smiles. The place was tiny compared to her own apartment. But it seems Rachel and her roommate make the most of it.
"Do you mind leaving your shoes by the door?" Rachel asks as she takes off her own. "I have a thing about my carpet getting dirty."
Smiling because she's the same way, Quinn quickly takes off her shoes as requested.
"You can sit on the couch. I'm just gonna go to the kitchen really quick."
Quinn does so as Rachel rushes off to the open kitchen. She sees her rummaging through some cabinets and decides to take the moment to check her phone. Seeing that there's no messages from Santana, she puts it in her pocket and takes her coat off.
"Is wine okay?" Rachel calls out.
"That's fine," she answers.
Rachel comes back with two glasses and hands one to Quinn. And even though the couch is big enough for three people, she sits right next to the blonde. She angles her body towards her while Quinn continues looking straight ahead.
As they silently sip their wine for a few minutes, Quinn realizes that Rachel hasn't said a word since she sat down. She can see her staring again out of the corner of her eye and it's making her nervous. She was used to being stared at from time to time, but Rachel was doing it with this intensity that she couldn't describe.
She clears her throat, "How long have you been living here?"
"For almost a year now. My roommate and I enjoy it for the most part. So we'll probably be renewing our lease."
Quinn nods, "I just moved into my new place a few months ago."
She thinks back to the time spent staying with Santana after Dani took off. And while she likes having her own space, she's still not quite used to living by herself.
When Rachel doesn't say anything, Quinn turns her head and smiles, "Does anyone ever tell you that you stare a lot?"
Rachel's cheeks turn a bright shade of pink and she looks away. "Sorry. And if it means anything, it's not something I do all the time."
Quinn thinks that Rachel is likely drunk too. Probably not as drunk as her, but still.
She finishes the rest of her wine and sets the glass down on the corner table next to her side of the couch. Rachel finishes hers and reaches over Quinn to do the same, brushing their hands together in the process.
When she shifts back into her spot, Rachel takes a deep breath and says, "Quinn?"
Quinn turns her head. "Yeah?"
Rachel suddenly leans over and lightly brushes her lips over Quinn's. The blonde gasps, and as soon as she can process what's happening and properly respond, Rachel pulls away.
She lifts a questioning eyebrow at the brunette, who looks incredibly nervous.
"I've been wanting to do that all night," Rachel says quietly. "I hope it's alright."
"I don't mind," Quinn finds herself saying. It's literally been months, and all she can about now is how nice it feels to be kissed.
She turns her body and cups the back of Rachel's neck, hesitantly connecting their lips again. When she feels Rachel grip her waist, they start to move their lips together.
Quinn wonders if this feels so good because she hasn't done it in a while, or because Rachel is just a really good kisser.
Rachel pauses after a little while and whispers against her lips, "You're really good at this."
Quinn smiles. "I was just thinking the same about you."
Rachel adjusts and leans back on the couch, pulling Quinn on top of her. The blonde descends on her lips again with more confidence this time as Rachel wraps her arms around her back. She feels the girl's tongue lightly swipe at her lip and opens her mouth up for her. Their tongues slide together effortlessly and Quinn feels herself getting turned on so quickly that she subtly angles her hips away from Rachel's.
This is a dangerous situation for her. And she knows that she should probably stop soon before she ends up embarrassing herself.
But any willpower she has left goes right out the window when Rachel takes her hand and places it over her breast, moaning when Quinn begins massaging it. Quinn can feel her nipple hardening even through her bra and the fabric of her shirt and it's turning her on like crazy now.
Rachel runs her hands up and down her back, encouraging her to do more. And Quinn wants to so badly. So she does.
She begins moving her hand down her torso, but as soon as this happens, Rachel suddenly breaks the kiss and pushes against her shoulders.
Quinn immediately stops and realizes that she's been grinding herself on Rachel's leg and the girl must have felt it.
Rachel levels out her breathing as she stares down at the front of Quinn's jeans. "What is that?"
When her fear is confirmed, Quinn freaks out even more and quickly sits up to cover herself. "I'm sorry."
"Quinn?" Rachel frowns.
"I have to go." She moves to get up from the couch, but is stopped when her hand is grabbed by a panicking Rachel.
"It's okay," the girl says quickly.
Quinn tries to pull away, but she has a strong grip on her. If she didn't have so much to drink, she would probably be able to get away.
"It's okay," Rachel repeats. "Just relax, Quinn."
She nods and takes a deep breath, wondering exactly how she's going to get out of this. She knew she should've put a stop to things before it came to this.
After a beat, when it's clear that Quinn is no longer about to bolt for the door, Rachel says, "I just want to make sure that I'm not crazy. Because I think I know what I felt. But I don't know how because that would be impossible to feel on you."
Quinn is still so nervous and scared. So she rushes out her words, "Look, not many people know about this. Please don't tell anyone, Rachel." Not only would the embarrassment of people finding out be too much to handle, but her father would be furious if this somehow got out and jeopardized the image of the company. "I promise I'll leave right now if you don't tell anyone."
"Please don't leave," Rachel begs. "Just stay, okay?"
Completely confused, Quinn asks, "You do understand what I'm saying, right?"
"Yes. And I still don't want you to leave."
Quinn wonders just how drunk this girl could possibly be because this is just crazy.
She's even more baffled when Rachel reaches over to tilt her chin towards her and says, "I won't tell anyone as long as you keep kissing me."
Quinn doesn't have time to argue before Rachel pushes their lips together again. She can't believe this is all happening. She's never known anyone to react this way to finding out she has a penis.
As she starts responding to the kiss, she wonders exactly how far this is going to go. She doesn't think Rachel is the kind of girl to hook up with someone right after meeting them.
So she's completely surprised when Rachel pulls back and says, "Come with me."
She's pulled up from the couch and makes the effort not to stumble as she quickly follows Rachel to what she believes to be her bedroom.
Quinn is glad that the light is left off and that the glow of the light from the living room is enough for them to make it to the bed. They fall onto it side by side and resume where they left off.
Still unsure of how far she can go, Quinn keeps one hand tangled in Rachel's hair and the other securely on her waist.
It's only when Rachel starts pressing kisses to her neck that she has a chance to speak. "Rachel, what are we doing?"
Rachel pulls back with swollen lips and counters with, "What do you want to do?"
"That's not," Quinn takes a breath to gather her thoughts. "That's not what I asked. We don't have to do anything."
"But I want to."
"Rachel..."
She's stopped when the brunette attacks her lips again, but only for a brief moment before Rachel says, "Touch me."
Quinn is too far gone to argue anymore at this point. Rachel's mouth is back on her neck and it feels so amazing right now.
She grants Rachel's request and slides her hand under her shirt and lightly drags her nails up and down her back. She feels the girl shiver against her and decides she wants to feel more and goes back down to reach for the hem of her shirt.
As if sensing where she's going, Rachel sits up and pulls her shirt off. Quinn barely has enough time to ogle her torso when Rachel takes hold of her shirt. She arches her back up off the bed to help the girl get it off.
After it's off, Quinn sits up and surges forward to push Rachel down onto the mattress, kissing her more aggressively than before. She then reaches underneath the brunette to unhook her bra.
When she feels Rachel reaching behind her to do the same to Quinn, they both pause to slide the fabric off their shoulders. Quinn then quickly moves her head down to take one of the already hardened nipples into her mouth.
"Quinn," Rachel whispers as she arches into her.
After spending some time licking and sucking, she switches to the other nipple and reaches down blindly to start undoing Rachel's jeans.
Becoming frustrated when she keeps fumbling, she huffs and pulls back to put all of her attention on this simple task. She's saved the trouble when Rachel reaches down to help her and lifts her hips to slide them off.
As Quinn turns to toss them on the floor, she's slightly started when Rachel starts unfastening her own pants.
"Is this okay?" the brunette asks before actually pulling them down.
Quinn swallows, "Yeah."
She rolls onto her back to help get them off. And when she's in nothing but her boxer briefs, she climbs back over Rachel and settles in between her legs.
"You feels so good against me," Rachel sighs as she fuses their mouths back together.
Quinn definitely agrees with the statement. The hardness under her shorts is finding relief in rubbing against Rachel's warm, covered center. And yet, she still needs more.
"Fuck," she mutters when Rachel reaches between them and slips a hand inside of her shorts. Quinn pushes herself up onto her elbows as the girl below her carefully caresses her.
"Wow," Quinn hears her whisper as she slowly stokes up and down her shaft, probably trying to get an idea of her size and girth.
"And it works?" Rachel asks as she cups her balls, causing Quinn to hold back a moan.
The blonde nods, trying to hold herself together after being touched for the first time in so long. "Shit," she pants out. "I don't have a condom."
"You don't bring protection when you go out?" Rachel frowns.
"I don't ever end up in these situations," Quinn explains, still trying to control her breathing.
Luckily, Rachel releases her and says, "My roommate should have condoms in the bathroom."
Quinn nods and moves so that Rachel can get off the bed and watches as the girl hurries off outside of the room.
She pulls her boxers all the way off and sighs in relief that she's no longer constricted. She then wraps a hand around her cock and slowly strokes herself while she waits for Rachel to come back.
After a few minutes of keeping herself busy, she wonder what's taking the girl so long. She turns her head to call out her name, but stops when she sees Rachel standing in the doorway, just watching her.
"Took you a while," Quinn jokes nervously.
"Sorry." Rachel holds up an entire box of condoms. "Is this okay?"
Quinn lifts an eyebrow. "I think that's more than okay. Can you close the door?" she asks, preferring to be in the dark. She may be pretty drunk, but she's still insecure.
Rachel softly shuts the door and walks over to the bed. She sets the box on the night stand and takes a condom out before laying down next to Quinn again.
The blonde turns on her side and is met halfway with a kiss. She hisses when she feels a small hand sliding up and down her dick again and takes hold of Rachel's underwear and pulls them down her legs.
She becomes even more turned on when she begins sliding her fingertips through wet folds. She feels Rachel gasp against her lips.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Quinn gives her another chance to back out. "I won't be mad if you say no."
Rachel shifts onto her back and hands her the condom. "I'm sure."
Quinn hovers over her and gives her one more kiss before sitting back up and unwrapping the condom. She carefully rolls it over her tip and down her shaft and gives it a couple pumps to make sure it's ready.
She feels a tug on her wrist and leans back down to position herself over Rachel. She takes a minute to prepare herself.
"What's wrong?" Rachel asks.
"I'm just nervous," she says honestly.
"So am I. But I really want to do this with you, Quinn."
She lowers herself down with one arm to rest her forehead against Rachel's and uses her free hand to guide her cock to her slick entrance. She runs the tip up and down her folds a few times before slowly pushing in.
When Rachel gasps and clenches hard around her, Quinn stops as she's about halfway in and starts pulling out carefully so just the head is inside.
"Am I hurting you?" she asks.
"Sorry," Rachel exhales. "Keep going."
Quinn pushes back in as far as she was before and pulls back. She then pushes in even further and it isn't long before she's completely sheathed inside of the girl. It takes everything in her not to thrust any faster than she is right now.
Rachel still hasn't relaxed, and her nails only dig into Quinn's back harder with each pump. Quinn doesn't want this to be a completely painful experience for her, so she slows down and whispers, "You feel so fucking good."
"Yeah?" Rachel pants out.
Quinn nods. She trails a hand up her neck and grazes her cheek. "And you're so sexy."
When she leans down to kiss her, she feels Rachel becoming less tense than she was before.
The brunette finally moves her hands and runs them over Quinn's abdomen and says, "I think you're beautiful."
Not knowing how to respond, Quinn speeds up her pace and wraps an arm around her lower back, arching her off the bed slightly.
"Oh, Quinn!" Rachel cries at the new angle, and Quinn knows she's more than relaxed now.
"I'm really close and I need you to tell me what you need," she breathes out.
"Kiss me," is all that Rachel demands of her.
Quinn surges forward and moves their lips together as she fucks her relentlessly. It's not long before Rachel is moaning into her mouth and clenching her walls tightly around her dick.
"Fuck," she shudders and buries her face in the crook of Rachel's neck, her hips moving erratically as she spills her warm seed into the condom.
"Oh, god," she sighs when she's done emptying herself. She feels Rachel's hands soothingly run up and down her back.
"That was amazing," the girl says.
Quinn smiles at her words as she pulls herself out of her pussy and sits on the edge of the bed to pull the condom off and throw away. "You think so?" she asks. She thinks that was a lot shorter than her usual stamina, but at least they both got off.
Rachel sits up to press herself against Quinn's back and leaves a few kisses on her shoulder. "I don't have a lot of sexual experiences to compare it to. But yes, I think it was."
She can't help but ask, "How many other people have you done this with?"
"Just one. But you were a lot better than him."
Quinn nods and lies back down.
"What about you?" Rachel asks.
She shakes her head, "Not many people."
"I find that hard to believe since you're gorgeous." The brunette lies next to her and rests her head on her shoulder.
Quinn laughs but doesn't say anything, already drifting off.
"Are you tired?"
She nods in response.
She feels Rachel press a kiss to her cheek and say, "Goodnight, Quinn."
Quinn slowly starts to wake up some time later. She could probably start falling back asleep again if she didn't feel a pair of eyes watching her.
She slowly opens her own eyes and sees that Rachel is indeed still awake, leaning on one elbow and gazing down at her. She shifts to cover herself as a lamp by the bed is now turned on. "Can't sleep?" she asks.
The brunette smiles, "No."
Quinn yawns, "How long have I been out for?"
"A little over an hour."
"That's it?"
Rachel nods.
That's not too far fetched for Quinn. She still feels too intoxicated to even walk straight.
She's startled when Rachel suddenly takes hold of her hands and asks, "Why are you covering yourself?"
"I just don't like being exposed like this."
"You don't trust me?"
"I don't know you, Rachel."
The dark-haired girl seems momentarily hurt by the comment. "Well, one thing you should know is that I would never share something like this."
"That's good to know," Quinn says. She wants to let her guard down, but it's in her nature not to.
"And besides," Rachel continues, "I like this about you." She reaches down to run an open palm along the smooth shaft.
Inhaling sharply, Quinn says, "Oh?"
"I like that you're different. You're not like anyone I've ever met before. And I don't meant just this," she squeezes lightly. "You're so intelligent and kind. Yet you're guarded and closed off, like you don't want anyone to know what you're thinking. You're intriguing."
Rachel's insightful view of her definitely makes her uneasy. But getting slowly jerked off leaves Quinn little room to complain. "You're really intuitive," is all she says.
The brunette moves down the bed and Quinn feels all of her blood drain to her lower region when Rachel's face hovers over her cock.
"You don't have to do that," Quinn tells her, even though she really, really wants her to.
"If we only have this for tonight, then I want to make the most of it," Rachel whispers seductively as she takes hold of Quinn's member once again and drags her lips from the base to the tip.
"Oh fuck," Quinn moans. She holds back from thrusting her hips when Rachel wraps her lips around her and begins sucking.
She places a hand on the back of her head, encouraging her to take more. She nearly loses her mind when she feels her dick hitting the back of Rachel's throat, really impressed that the girl was able to take her full length into her mouth. Quinn assumes she must not have a gag reflex and thanks all the higher powers for this.
As Rachel continues deep throating her rigid cock, Quinn fights to keep from exploding in her mouth and reaches over to grab another condom out of the box on the night stand.
She rips the foil open, getting Rachel's attention as the girl releases her from her mouth and takes the condom from her, quickly rolling it down Quinn's hard and wet member.
Quinn pulls Rachel up to straddle her and grips her cock to align with her entrance, but stops when Rachel is frowning with her hands braced against Quinn's shoulders, seeming unsure about this.
"What's wrong?" Quinn asks.
"I don't think I'm very good at this."
Quinn knows that's she's talking about riding, or being on top in general. She thrusts up to push inside of her, causing them both to gasp.
She gently takes hold of Rachel's waist and starts gyrating her own hips. "Just like this, okay?"
Rachel drops her mouth open and shuts her eyes. Quinn is making sure to hit every spot inside her and it seems to be working.
The brunette starts moving her hips at a faster pace, making it more enjoyable for both of them. "I love the way you feel inside of me."
Wanting to release so badly, Quinn starts thrusting up into her, hard. Rachel cries out and falls forward, wrapping her arms around Quinn's neck.
The blonde pumps in and out of her wildly, desperately hoping that Rachel will finish soon.
She doesn't have to wait long as she feels the tight channel putting her dick into a chokehold.
"Quinn, fuck! Quinn!"
It's the first time she's heard her swear all night. The rest of Rachel's cries fill her ears as Quinn cums for the second time that night. She clutches at the brunette's shoulders, releasing herself into the condom that's the only thing separating them.
She barely has a chance to catch her breath when Rachel claims her lips again and doesn't relent.
After a minute, Quinn pulls back with a small laugh and says, "I need a break."
"Oh, sorry."
She presses one more kiss on her lips and says, "It's okay."
When Rachel climbs off of her, Quinn gets to taking the condom off and tossing it into the nearby waste basket.
"I'm really glad you bumped into me," Rachel smiles as they settle next to each other.
Quinn rolls her eyes at herself, "That's so embarrassing."
The brunette cups her cheek turns her head to face her. "I really am."
Instead of directly responding, Quinn chooses to kiss the girl.
The sounds of car horns distantly blaring in early New York traffic jolts Quinn awake. Her head is pounding and she frowns as she struggles to open her eyes.
She's still in the same bedroom from the night before, Rachel's bedroom, proving to her that everything she remembers wasn't just a dream.
She tries to move, but soon realizes that there's an arm wrapped securely around her waist. She glances over her shoulder to see the brunette fast asleep and holding onto her for dear life.
Quinn sighs and as carefully and quietly as she can, pries Rachel's arm off of her and scoots away to get off the bed.
She winces at how stiff she is, but powers through and hurries to gather all of her clothes up off the floor. She blushes at seeing several condom wrappers littered on the floor as well.
She quickly gets her boxers on and is in the middle of putting on her jeans when Rachel stirs. She freezes, not daring to move. But Rachel's breathing evens out again and the blonde lets out the breath she was holding.
She finishes getting dressed and looks around to make sure she's not forgetting anything. Since her bag and coat are still in the living room, she should be good to go.
She stares at the sleeping brunette, contemplating if she should say something before she goes. But without a drunken mind to cloud her judgement, Quinn knows that all that she did last night was reckless and completely out of character for her. And she has no intention on ever seeing this girl again anyway.
So as quietly as she can, Quinn sneaks out of the apartment and back into her life.
A/N: Again, thank you all for taking the time to read this and let me know if I should continue.
Any feedback is appreciated :)