DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee, the characters, or the songs in this story.. Oh how I wish..
Rachel Berry walked down the halls of Mckinley with an air of confidence surrounding her. Clad in one of her signature animal sweaters and a short plaid skirt, the tiny singer glided through the crowds of students with her head held high. She clutched her next class' books tightly in her arms, her steps tapping to a tempo in her head. Keep smiling. She repeated to herself, widening her grin to show off her perfectly white teeth. You never know who's watching. Keep it up! And one two three two two three…
Quinn Fabray watched her for a moment, a familiar disgust settling in her as she watched the girl. Man Hands. Ru Paul. She gave Rachel the once over. "Do you see that sweater?" Santana Lopez mused from behind her, placing a tanned hand on her friend's shoulder. "God. As if she couldn't get anymore repulsive. Now she's burning the retinas of everyone in the hallway." Brittany, the Latina's girlfriend, giggled and cocked her head to the side. Quinn smirked, turning her head back to the retreating figure of the ingénue. As she turned the corner, Rachel began to skip, subconsciously raising her skirt to reveal a pair of lacey boy shorts. The red material clung to her toned, brown legs and perfectly fit to the curve of her bottom. The blonde bit her lip to conceal her gasp of surprise as a rush of heat dropped towards her abdomen. Rachel 'School Girl' Berry wore lingerie? At the thought, she licked her lips, her thoughts anywhere but in an innocent place. Taking those red lacey shorts off with her teeth… revealing a clean, shaved pussy… Rachel's cries as Quinn licked up and down her slit… Her nails raking the bed as she wrapped her thin legs tightly around the cheerio's head.. "Earth to Q?" Santana snapped her fingers in her friend's face impatiently. Quinn snapped back into the moment and sneered, slamming her locker shut. She… she didn't just think of Berry that way. No fucking way. The dwarf was off limits. "Sorry. Yeah. Let's go." She stepped in front of the two other girls, the three immediately falling into position. Quinn marched ahead, eyes blazing as Santana and Brittany flanked her sides, sharing lustful glances behind the head's back.
After Cheerio's practice, Quinn was exhausted. Sweat clung to every inch of her skin as she took slow deliberate steps towards the school. She craved a hot shower and her bed and maybe a good book. Many didn't know this, but Quinn Fabray loved reading. She was currently tackling 1984 and was loving every minute of it. Hence why she was going back to the main building. She had left her book in the Choir Room. The blonde was hesitant to go back not because she was afraid anyone would see her, but because there was a pretty good chance Rachel would be there. The girl never left the choir room. Ever. Before school, during break and lunch, after glee club, whenever Quinn was there, Rachel was too. Because of Cheerio practice, Quinn was at school quite late all the time. Behind the closed classroom door, the young ingénue was at work.
Well I heard there was a secret chord… David played and it pleased the lord, but you don't really care for music do you…. Rachel's voice held loud and clear and echoed across the Choir Room. She smiled, turning to Brad. Well it goes like this the fourth the fifth the minor fall and the major lift… Twirling across the piano, she stopped singing for a moment. The pianist gave her a strange look, his usually impassive face set. "Brad." Her voice held irritation. "We talked about this! Can you bring it up an octave please? And speed up the tempo. You're bringing me down, here." The man nodded, looking over his music as Rachel looked over hers. Watching her through the small glass window, Quinn felt a strange urge to knock. She did so quietly and watched as the brunette turned her head. "Yes?" She called out in a polite voice as Quinn quietly entered the room. She glanced down at the tinier girl's skirt and immediately flushed, memories of earlier running through her. "S-Sorry." She stuttered. Rachel raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by the usually confident girl's shyness. "It's alright, Quinn… Do you need something?" Rachel's patience was wearing thin and Quinn could see it. Realizing where she stands, the H.B.I.C squared her shoulders and stared at the other girl long and hard. "Sorry, Berry I didn't know I had to let you know what I was doing 24/7. Mind your own damn business." Rachel visibly bristled. Spotting her book on a chair in the back of the room, Quinn grabbed it quickly and walked out without a second glance. Brad snorted and Rachel wheeled around to glare at him. "May we continue now, Brad?" She huffed and returned to her music. Hallelujah… Hallelujah…
That night, Quinn had a dream. It was right after she had finally fallen asleep and it was quick, but it was a dream. She was in… in Berry's room, straddling Rachel who was wearing nothing but those red lacey panties. Quinn smirked, tracing a perfectly manicured finger across the girl's clavicle and between her breasts. The tan pair bounced a bit as the brunette shifted, her round nipples hardening. "Q..Quinn.." Rachel begged, lifting her hips in a desperate plea for friction. "Shhh baby…" Quinn coaxed, her finger gliding across the tan flat planes of her abdomen.
The blonde drifted her eyes back up to Rachel's and swirls of green and brown met a pair of sincere, chocolate colored eyes. The ingénue blinked at the cheerio innocently, as if this has happened a million times before. Quinn returned to her work, tracing two fingers across the smaller girl's clothed sex. Rachel let out a disgruntled cry, lifting her hips further. Quinn began to get irritated. "Stay." She placed her hands on Rachel's hipbones and pushed her back against the bed. The brunette only groaned again, but complied. She continued her work on the panties, her nimble fingers dancing patterns across the red material that was patched with wet spots around her center. Quinn giggled, happy by the reaction.
"Quinn… please." Rachel pouted, biting her bottom lip so hard she almost drew blood. Spurred on by the sudden lip bite, Quinn dipper her finger inside of the underwear curiously, letting out a quiet whimper herself at the wetness she found there. "Fuck baby, you're so wet…" The singer could only nod, grinding her pussy against Quinn's exploring finger. Rachel's bare sex was heated and throbbing, her perfectly shaped lower lips parted slightly. The cheerio breathed in at the sight, rubbing the pad of her forefinger against the pink bud. The reaction from Rachel was instantaneous, her cry vibrating against the walls. "Quinn!" Quinn continued her assault on Rachel's clit, varying her speeds and methods of stroking. Shortly after Rachel began to shake, all of her limbs locked in place and her moans slowly getting louder. She was repeating Quinn's name like a mantra and just as she watched Rachel reach her climax… "Quinn… Quinny… Quinn?"
Judy Fabray shook her daughter again, confused. Quinniepuff never really slept in this late. Her alarm had rung twice already. Dazed and confused, Quinn opened her eyes. The first thing she noticed was her mom's aged concerned face looming over her. The second was the uncomfortable wetness emitting from her center. She subconsciously rubbed her thighs together under the blanket. "Y-Yeah?" Rubbing her eyes, she sat up a bit. "You're going to be late for school, dear. Oh, and I got an email from that-" Her mother wrinkled her nose with distaste, "Glee club you're in." The younger blonde's mind immediately thought of the worst. All the times she had skipped practice to hook up with Puck behind the bleachers… then Sam… She widened her eyes innocently. "Oh?" Nodding, Judy sat up and placed Quinn's cheerleading bag next to her other school things. "Mhm. You have a practice this Saturday at Rachel Berry's house. Your cheerleading coach rented out the choir room for the next week and apparently you all need to practice for the school assembly next week." Quinn groaned, flopping back against the pillows. Extra practice at Berry's house? What could be worse? Oh wait…Blushing, Quinn recalled her dream. "Quinnie? Are you getting up any time soon?" "Yeah, mom." Great, she thought. I just lost my Saturday and my sanity. Shaking her head and laughing nervously, the head cheerio began to get ready for the day.
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