A/N: I don't own Glee nor any of the characters within. Anyway, I don't really know what this is. I got the idea about an hour after watching the season two finale (though this doesn't have any spoilers in it, not really, unless the existance of a voodoo doll is really a spoiler, and if so, I apologize), and sat down and wrote this. So yeah. I won't mark this as complete, but honestly, don't hold your breath for it to be updated quickly.
Last but not least, this is AU Pezberry.
Rachel was in the middle of Biology when what felt like a feather suddenly started stroking the back of her neck. Raising a hand to knock whatever it was off while trying not to freak out if it turned out to be a huge spider, her hand met nothing but her skin. Under her fingers, the feathery touches continued.
Squirming because it was starting to get ticklish, Rachel pulled a hair tie from her backpack to sweep her hair from her neck, wondering if that would do the trick.
It did. Sort of. Instead of going away completely, the phantom feather circled around to her throat. Twitching and swallowing painful laughter, Rachel's mind raced to remember what she had for breakfast; if this was some kind of allergic reaction, then there would be something to make it go away, right?
As soon as she had verified that no, she had the same thing she always did, the tickling turned into the sensation that someone's fingers were tracing along her collarbone. Choking back a squeak, her instinctual surprised jerk attracted Mercedes' attention.
Leaning towards her, Mercedes lowered her voice, "You okay?"
Biting down on her lower lip, Rachel nodded. "Yes. Just a random muscle spasm. That's all. Happens when I don't get enough potassium. I'll make sure to eat a banana after class, and I'll be all good." As she gave her friend a quick smile, the fingers trailed down and started exploring the curves of her chest. Slamming her hand over her heart, hoping that would get the feelings to stop, she realized what that probably looked like to Mercedes. "Heartburn," she gritted out.
Mercedes raised an eyebrow, looking at her critically. "Girl, you're spazzing out, and your face is getting pretty red… You sure you're okay?"
As she opened her mouth to answer, the fingers slipped down. "Oh goodness," she gasped, jumping up. "Mr. Bolton," she babbled out, interrupting his lecture on photosynthesis, "I'm going to the bathroom." Not waiting for an answer, she bolted.
Power walking down the hallway in case there were any teachers around who could get mad at her for running, Rachel pushed open the door to the bathroom with a bang. A quick look around verifying that she was alone, she quickly stripped off her sweater. Staring down at her camisole, she pulled it away from her chest to see under it.
There was nothing there. Visually. Tactilely, there was something rolling and pinching her nipples. Moaning – because even if she was scared out of her mind, the purely physical side of her was awake and getting stimulated – Rachel dropped her hands to support herself on the sink in front of her.
What was happening?
And then the fingers were gone. Panting a little and unwilling to move in case any action from her brought them back, Rachel only had a couple of seconds respite. She almost fell to her knees when the feeling of something hot and wet being painted up and down her chest and stomach appeared.
This surely wasn't an allergy. Was this… A stroke? She should probably go to the nurse. Sliding her hands over her abs, feeling nothing but her warm skin under her palms but hot liquid evaporating off her skin, Rachel started to tremble. She was going insane. If this wasn't a stroke, she was spiraling into deep insanity.
And then the heat slipped under the hem of her skirt. Letting out a shameless needy noise, she stumbled backwards. Her back smacking into the wall, she could barely stay standing. Shaking with her fingernails digging into the cool tile behind her, Rachel clenched her jaw to stop her moans from escaping her throat. Heat was building in her body, the odd mixture of dryness and wetness bathing her skin in true sweat. If this was a stroke, why the heck was it turning her on so much?
The warmth was getting bolder, going from barely skimming along the top of her underwear to running down the insides of her thighs. Never touching the area that was beginning to pulse, Rachel could only pointlessly follow the touches with her hand, sucking in deep breaths through her nose that forced her to pant them out her mouth. She had to be insane. That was the only explanation, because there was no way an invisible… Entity …Was making love to her.
As that thought left her, everything suddenly stopped. Completely. Almost crying from the lack of stimulation, Rachel sagged against the wall. What… What was that? Was it coming back with something worse? Laying her head back and staring up at the ceiling as she tried to catch her breath, she looked down when the door to the bathroom swung open, and launched herself away from the wall.
Slamming into Santana, who had barely gotten the door open, she got as much of her shirt in her hands as she could, yanking her inside. Spinning the two of them around, she shoved Santana into the nearest stall. Not bothering to lock the door, she grabbed the other girl's head, crashing their mouths together.
Santana's lips opened under hers, and her arms came up to wrap around Rachel's sides. "Damn, Berry," she muttered when her tongue wasn't in Rachel's mouth and Rachel's tongue wasn't in hers, "We've got to stop meeting like this. I'm beginning to think you like me."
Santana was talking too much. Making sure the toilet seat was closed, Rachel urged her back and down, dropped into her lap, grabbed one of her hands, and pushed it under her skirt. Shifting so she could grind into her palm, almost exploding with the first touch, she leaned forward. Nipping Santana's lower lip, she whispered raggedly, "As with the others, as long as you stay on the outside of the underwear, you can do anything you want."
Already dark eyes darkened even more, and Santana smirked. "This is where I say you're lucky I don't actually have to go to the bathroom."
