Title: The (Super)Natural Release
Author: Bladed Darkness
Category: Glee
Summary: Rachel's a vampire, and when she gets turned on, her fangs come out, and because it's Quinn fault that that happens it's only fair that Quinn helps Rachel with her, uhm, little problem. Prompt at the Glee Kink Meme. Bump in the Night is by the Hex Girls, who appeared in Scooby Doo & the Witch's Ghost, along with a few other Scooby Doo movies and episodes. I have a fascination with them and the song in particular.
Pairing: Faberry
Length: 2500+
Rating: NC-17 or M
Unlike the stories, Rachel didn't find that being a vampire made school much easier. Nor did a craving for blood while in a building full of accident-prone growing teens make the day that much harder either. It was pretty average, she conceded, as far as normal school experiences. She didn't feel like snapping someone's neck and draining them when they got a paper cut, and she wasn't sure why people thought vampires were highly intelligent. A bit smarter than the typical human, yes, but a driven human could still surpass an ordinary vampire in terms of brain power.
Bit smarter, bit stronger, bit faster, slightly elongated canines that were practically unnoticeable when they retracted, fingernails that could double as claws or talons in a pinch, the occasional need for extra sunscreen and a pair of sunglasses, better senses, and better instincts; that was about it.
Or at least that's what Rachel had been told and experienced.
What was happening now, however, was a bit irregular. At least for Rachel it was.
Rachel raised one hand in the air, the other cupping her mouth as she spoke. "Mr. Schuester, may I be excused? I'm feeling a bit off."
Puzzled, the Spanish teacher nodded his consent, watching as Rachel darted from the room. "Anyways, who can tell me the days of the week?" He pointed to his male lead. "Yes, Finn."
"Uhm, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, I'm pretty sure Monday's in there too-"
"I meant in Spanish, Finn."
"Oh."
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Rachel prodded one of her prolonged canines suspiciously, upset that the teeth had decided to emerge. She gripped the sink tightly, cursing her lack of control. Stupid Quinn.
Quinn was the reason Rachel had been getting a little, well, excited lately. The blonde had such a healthy glow about her lately that Rachel couldn't not notice. Specifically, the curve of her ass, her pert breasts, and how the muscles in her thighs bunched and flexed while cheering.
And Rachel had kinda just entered a second puberty of sorts – the vampire equivalent. She was used to dealing with teenage hormones, but there was something about Quinn that caused her fangs to twitch.
The cheerleader had been sitting one row over and two chairs up, giving Rachel the perfect view of her toned legs and the long, supple flesh of her neck. The petite vampire hadn't even intended to look at the girl, but her eyes had been drawn to the red of her uniform and had lingered.
Rachel growled. She couldn't keep going around, poppin' a fang whenever Quinn was near. The brunette was going to have to do something, and soon.
She thought about it until glee was about to start, but she still had no solution. Rachel was almost resigned to her fate when Mr. Schuester entered the room, carrying the now-infamous duets hat.
"We're going to do something a little different this week. You're once again going to draw your partner's name. But this time you're going to choose a song that's a little... darker, than normal."
"Hold up," interrupted Santana. "When you say 'darker', what do you mean exactly?"
"I'm not saying that the subject matter or theme of the song has to be something sinister, I just want the song to sound more 'on edge'. A bit harder. Nothing disturbing or upsetting."
"So something to satisfy the little vampire over there?" the Latina asked, and Rachel flailed internally in panic when she pointed towards the small brunette.
"I have a feeling this will be right up Tina's alley, yes," Mr. Schue agreed and Rachel composed herself. Oh. She'd been so engrossed in her thoughts about Quinn that she hadn't noticed that the Asian girl was sitting next to her. Duh.
Like anyone would think Rachel was some supernatural creature. She was just insane.
"Now, come up here and pick your partner. Santana, why don't you start us off?" The tanned girl frowned a little but stood up and rummaged through the hat.
"Brittany," she intoned happily, and the tall blonde grinned.
Puck leaned over to whisper in Finn's ear. "Dude, how does she do that?"
One by one the pairings were sorted out; Puck wound up with Sam, Finn and Tina, Mike and Artie, Mercedes and Lauren, and Rachel and Quinn.
Mr. Schue clapped his hands, "Songs are due by Friday. Have a good evening."
Rachel hummed softly as she collected her things. She turned and paused when she spotted a certain blonde by the door. "Quinn," she said.
"Berry. I was thinking we should work on the duet at your house. Don't you have a soundproofed room or something?" The cheerleader looked uncomfortable at even suggesting she enter the Berry household.
"Uhm, yes. I believe my room would be an appropriate choice of location," the singer replied, pushing thoughts of what else Quinn and herself could use her soundproof room for.
Rachel acted like a perfect hostess when they arrived, though Quinn declined any snacks or refreshments. The awkward silence started when they retreated to Rachel's room, however. The two stared at each other warily, Rachel desperately trying to keep her little 'problems' under control.
"So I was thinking we could perform one of the catchy yet often forgotten songs from Scooby Doo. Normally I am opposed to songs of animated films because they often lack the deeper introspections I enjoy, although Disney has several timeless classics that I wouldn't be opposed to performing - "
"I'm not doing Scooby Doo," the blonde sneered. Santana would never let her live it down. "Did you not hear Mr. Schuester? We're looking for something with darker themes, Velma."
"Seeing as several of the songs deal with the assumption that monsters exist and are chasing a band of ragtag teenagers, I would argue that, in the right setting, such numbers could be performed in a way that would be adequately menacing," Rachel added, flipping through her music. "I would suggest something by the Hex Girls."
"The what?" asked Quinn, confused. Weren't they just talking about Scooby Doo?
"The Hex Girls appeared in a few Scooby Doo movies, notably Scooby Doo and the Witch's Ghost. Several of their songs have a rougher yet haunting quality to them."
"Can't we just do The Nightmare Before Christmas?"
"Puck and Tina were trading ideas regarding the film when they left."
"They're not even paired up together," Quinn pointed out, annoyed. Why did everyone have to steal her ideas?
"Will you at least listen to the song? If you find that it does not meet your expectations, we'll try something else. Perhaps the Schoolyard Heroes?" Rachel spun her chair around to face Quinn, who was now sitting cross-legged on the singer's bed, leaning back on her arms.
"Fine." With that, Rachel hit play.
There's a chill in the air (chill in the air).
You hear a creak on the stairs (creak on the stairs).
You gotta lock all your doors (lock all your doors).
Is there anybody out?
They're out to get you
To capture you
and make you
Spellbound
Howling and prowling
You're shivering, quivering
Spellbound
You cannot run
And you cannot hide
Yeah, you gotta face your fears when things go bump in the night
Wherever you run
And wherever you hide
Yeah, you gotta face your fear if things go bump, bump, bump in the night.
Quinn had to admit, it wasn't a bad song. It definitely had that dark entrancing tone that she wasn't expecting. She opened her eyes to meet Rachel's and tell her as much, but the look in the brunette's dark eyes made her words die in her throat. There was something in Rachel's gaze that was as mesmerizing as the song. She watched as Rachel silently stood and made her way over to Quinn, never breaking eye contact.
Even though she following Rachel's every move, the kiss still took her by surprise. Her lips pressed softly to Quinn's at first, before becoming more insistent. Before Quinn realized it, the brunette was straddling her and swiping her tongue along the cheerleader's lower lip, asking for entrance which Quinn couldn't help but to grant. She felt herself melt as Rachel's tongue, velvety smooth, stroked along her own.
Rachel wasn't sure how long they had been kissing, but she knew at some point Quinn had fallen backwards and Rachel had moved with her, now laying on top of the blonde. Quinn's hands were ghosting along Rachel's ribs, while the brunette kept one hand curled into silky locks and the other rested on Quinn's hips. She applied a little more force to the kiss.
Quinn pulled back abruptly. "Did you just bite me?"
"Mmm, wha-?" Rachel lifted herself up to peer at the blonde underneath her, whose eyes widened. Shit.
"Oh my God!"
"Quinn, it's okay."
"You have fangs! How is that in any manner 'okay'?"
"I – they're perfectly normal!"
"In what reality are fangs normal?"
"Well, they're normal for me."
"Exactly. You're not exactly the poster child for normal, Berry. You're kinda a freak. And would you get off me?"
"I'm going to have to deny your request Quinn."
"If you don't get off me, you're going to be meeting your desk and then it won't be a request," warned Quinn, glaring at the smaller girl.
"It would be much simpler if you were to merely help me," the brunette said, "seeing as this is your fault in the first place. Therefore it's only fair you assist me in alleviating the problem."
"My fault? Berry, you're on top of me, with fangs. How is any of this my fault?"
"Your presence arouses me to the point that my fangs drop down."
Beneath her, Quinn flushed a dark red at Rachel's words, then mentally kicked herself as Rachel's nostrils twitched. The girl hadn't said anything about her blood, but that didn't mean it wasn't on her mind.
"Besides," Quinn felt her core throb as Rachel's voice dropped an octave, "this could be very beneficial for both of us, Quinn."
Quinn's mouth felt dry. "I get to be on top," she demanded, pushing lightly at the girl. Rachel merely rolled over compliantly as they shifted positions and Quinn trapped her wrists on the bed, level with her shoulders.
The blonde pressed her mouth to Rachel's, reveling in the soft texture before thrusting her tongue in to duel with Rachel's, tangling as the muscles curled around each other. She pulled back in surprise when Rachel whimpered and canted her hips upward.
The petite vampire stared at her, pupils fully blown. Her chest heaved as she panted heavily, and her hair was a mess of curls spread out along the pillows. Quinn caught the gleam of sharp ivory in her mouth and recalled their dueling tongues. She was making sure I didn't touch them, Quinn realized when she thought about the twists and turns Rachel had guided her through. She tamped down the sudden urge to stroke the shining canines. Instead she started trailing gentle kisses down Rachel's neck.
The brunette mewled, arching into Quinn and tilting her head back and to the side to allow the blonde better access. Her eyelids fluttered when the taller girl pressed a light kiss to the hollow of her throat.
Rachel was in heaven. Quinn's soft, pink lips were intoxicating against her neck and she allowed herself to give in to the feeling. The small part of her that had demanded she be dominant and mark Quinn as hers was quieting down at the feel of the blonde in control and was instead urging Rachel to reciprocate when she was allowed.
Eventually Quinn's kisses moved lower, over her collarbones, and her hands moved down and under her shirt, rubbing circles over Rachel's stomach. The blonde was only mildly surprised at the quiver of muscle she felt and eventually pulled the top over Rachel's head, her skirt following in short order. She unclasped the smaller girl's bra, dropping it the floor next to the rest of the girl's discarded clothes, and palmed the full breasts now exposed. She experimentally ran her thumb over Rachel's erect nipples, grinning as the nubs pebbled even more under her touch.
"Oh," Rachel whimpered when Quinn placed a sharp nip just under her hip bone and a rush of wetness flooded her center. She sucked on the tanned skin until a mark was visible, then laved it her tongue. The blonde gave a few more light bites to the area before slowly slipping her panties down the toned legs.
Quinn hesitated for a moment when met with Rachel's trimmed curls and glistening folds before running her finger up the singer's slit, noting Rachel's hum of approval. She trailed her fingertips around the brunette's clit before rubbing a tight circle on the bundle of nerves. Rachel's hips spasmed. The blonde moved lower and pushed a single finger into Rachel's wet heat.
"Yes," hissed Rachel as Quinn pumped slowly in and out, hips thrusting slightly and fingers clenching the sheets tightly. Quinn looked up at Rachel as she added another finger, eyes spotting her four fangs as Rachel panted in pleasure. She pressed her thumb to Rachel's clit as her fingers continued to push into the singer's tight center. Rachel's hips rocked against her hand eagerly as something coiled low in her abdomen and built up pressure.
The brunette came with a moan and a shudder, muscles clamping down on Quinn's fingers. She took in deep breaths as the aftershocks of her orgasm wracked through her.
Eventually Rachel opened her eyes to look at Quinn, who was calmly wiping her fingers on the sheets. She collected the blonde in her arms and rolled onto her side, pressing a gentle kiss to Quinn's lips before nuzzling against the taller girl's neck, wrapping Quinn's arms around her. One of Rachel's hands rested against the small of Quinn's back while the other cupped her hip, thumb slipping under her Cheerios skirt to rub small circles against her skin.
"Thank you," the smaller girl whispered before peeling off Quinn's Cheerios top and skirt. She pressed a soft kiss to Quinn's inner thigh, inhaling the heady scent from the cheerleader's dripping center. A sharp tug as Quinn twisted her fingers through her hair made Rachel pull back.
"Don't you dare nick me," she warned, well aware that the diva's fangs were still visible. Rachel pouted, hurt that Quinn felt the threat was necessary. Quinn softened at the look but didn't retract her statement.
Nodding, Rachel leaned back down and brushed her nose against Quinn's curls. After a brief moment, she flicked her tongue over her clit before opening her mouth wider and sucking on the little bundle of nerves.
Quinn gasped and sunk into the feeling of Rachel's warm mouth on her. The brunette was quickly pushing the taller girl over the edge and she came with a soft cry, barely paying attention as Rachel lapped up her juices before climbing back up and curling Quinn's arms around her again as she adjusted the sheets to cover them.
Rachel reveled in the warmth of Quinn against her back and snuggled further against her. She sighed happily as she felt her fangs retract and let off a soft purr, the noise vibrating her throat and chest. Her hip tingled as Quinn's fingers traced over the mark she left earlier and Rachel drifted off.