Disclaimer: I own nothing of Glee and everything related to it. Just borrowing Quinn and Rachel for a bit.
Spoilers: Flashback scenes from '2.04 - Duets' forward.
This was born out of writing down dialogue and action for Faberry scenes for ideas for flashbacks for a different future-fic to this one. I'm hoping y'all like this as much as I have fun nurturing and watching it grow - K x
Quinn Fabray. Ex-head Cheerio. HBIC in every aspect of her life. Top of her class at Yale Law. Lesbian.
That last point on her list of her achievements, well, she wouldn't really call it an achievement, but it's a quality of hers that she doesn't let go to waste at all. Over the last 3 years since graduating and being offered a place as a criminology lawyer at one of the best firms in New York, she hasn't had a steady relationship since moving from Lima, Ohio to New Haven, Connecticut. Seven years of flings, one night stands and relationships that last no more than a month at anyone time and even then she couldn't call it a relationship.
She never thought she'd add the last point to her list as she sits in first class seat flying over the Atlantic from her home in New York City to Rome, Italy for a much-deserved six week vacation in the Mediterranean. Six weeks of drinking Coronas on the beaches of the beautiful Mediterranean Ocean sounded so appealing to Quinn while she was working the last big case she won, which put that asshole in jail for life.
As soon as she got that payout, tickets were booked as she'd already arranged the time off with her boss. She just needed somewhere to go and Italian beaches were it she decided late one night whilst enjoying a Corona with her microwave pasta after she'd got home from another tedious, twelve-hour day at the office.
Deciding that sleep was the only option to get her through the rest of the flight, she succumbs to her body's request for rest. Planning to sleep peacefully, her mind, playing some stupid karmic game, has other plans…
Quinn finds herself doing her makeup in the bathroom. With each gentle, languid stroke she makes, all she can think of is Rachel.
Rachel Berry. Knee high socks that slides up her endless, toned, tanned legs. Her sinful, almost borderline-illegal skirts. Those tight-fitting knitted animal sweaters. Her bright chocolate eyes full of passion and kindness. Those supple, blush-coloured lips that house the most brilliant smile the blonde cheerleader's ever seen…
Getting lost in her own thoughts, she's startled when the bathroom door flies open and in walks the object preoccupying her mind.
"Hey Quinn, can we talk?"
Oh God! Why did you have to find me? I only just finished taking care of myself to relieve all the tension you cause me! Quinn cursed silently to the brunette.
"What do you wanna talk about?" the blonde replies nonchalantly.
"About Sam. I-I heard you backed out of doing a duet with him?"
Quinn keeps busying herself with her makeup, keeping herself occupied so she doesn't lock eyes with the brunette's gorgeous chocolate orbs.
"Look," Rachel hesitatingly continues. "I understand that your reputation is important to you, but wouldn't you wanna do whatever it takes to be on top of the proverbial pyramid in every aspect of your life?"
"Singing with Sam won't change that," the Cheerio states, packing away the last of her things in her gym bag, trying not to gravitate towards the brunette.
"Oh, but winning the competition will and partnering with Sam is really your only shot at it."
What would you know about who I want to win my duet with?! Oh right, you don't because I'm too much of a coward to admit to you exactly how I feel about you.
Quinn, lost in her thoughts involving the brunette, halts at the bathroom door hearing Rachel's words snap her back into reality. Turning slowly to face the object of her affection, she lets herself get endless lost in swirling chocolate as her green eyes find Rachel's.
Fuck, she looks so beautiful right now… I swear she has her own glow reverberating off every surface in here. That skirt…
"What's your angle?" Quinn spits out, trying to hide the lust written all over her face.
"Angle..?"
"What's your angle? Me winning means you losing and you'll do whatever it takes to makes sure that doesn't happen. So, what's in it for you?" The blonde finishes.
"Look, I agree." Rachel replies quietly, stepping forward to close the gap between herself and the cheerleader.
Oh no. No, no, no. Don't come closer to me Rachel!
"You're probably not going to beat Finn and I, but I just thought as the team captain, it'd be good for the team to have some healthy competition for second place." She insists.
Quinn finally breaks eye contact with Rachel, looking away for a second and finds her gorgeous eyes again. Knowing that this is the most civil she's behaved towards the brunette in a while, she realises it's probably the only chance she's going to get to do the one thing she's fantasised about ever since she started at McKinley High.
Dropping her gym bag, with the mantra 'It's now or never!', going through her mind, the cheerleader steps forward, closing the rest of the space between the two of them and laces her hand behind her neck and rests the other on her hip and pulls the stunned brunette in for a searing kiss.
Rachel, just realising that Quinn Fabray is kissing her, pulls away from the taller girl. Finding her eyes, Rachel sees something in them she's never seen before… could it be?
Still locked in her grasp, lust and passion takes over as Rachel snakes her arms around the blonde's neck and pulls her back in, moulding her lips to Quinn's. Lips fight for dominance as Quinn's tongue darts out, sliding across Rachel's bottom lip, begging for entrance. Rachel complies and as their tongues meet, the brunette lets out a husky moan.
Hearing the sound elicited from the diva spurs the cheerleader on. Quinn feels herself soaking through and snakes her hand from Rachel's neck to her free hip, pulling their centres closer together. Quinn moans at the contact and slides a hand down Rachel's leg, encouraging it around her waist. The brunette figures out what Quinn's doing and aids her, making sure the blonde has her featherweight and both her legs wrap securely around the cheerleader's waist.
Holding her weight in her hands, Quinn kisses her way down the diva's neck to her pulse point, nipping and sucking with all intent to leave her mark on the brunette. Licking at her victory, she guides the both of them and eventually hits the bathroom door, holding her with her right hand and pushing herself into Rachel's centre, causing the brunette to moan and throw her head back, clawing at the cheerleader's arms for more.
Pushing herself into the brunette harder, Quinn's Cheerios top rides up, exposing her taught abs and moans at feeling how wet the brunette is. Feeling Rachel's heat against her makes Quinn involuntarily buck her hips into the brunette, causing her to groan hungrily for more.
"Fuck, you feel… s-so good… Quinn!" Rachel gasps between moans.
Upon hearing this, Quinn continues her ministrations and slowly grinds up and into the brunette, feeling the coil in her stomach become tighter with every thrust. Feeling Quinn speed up as she nears her climax, the brunette finds her rhythm and bucks into Quinn, begging for more.
"I need… you… now, Quinn!" she breathes into the blonde's ear.
"What do you want Rachel? Say it!"
"I want you to place me back on the ground, hitch my leg up and fuck me Quinn!" she breathes, biting into the blonde's pulse point, making the cheerleader moan at the sensation.
Quinn places the brunette gently back on the ground, taking a moment to find Rachel's gaze, holding it as she unzips her skirt and pushes it up the diva's waist. Before too long, Rachel latches her lips back onto Quinn's, resuming the dance they started moments ago, begging for Quinn to make her come.
Pulling her leg up around her waist, the blonde trails her hand back up the inside of Rachel's leg as the brunette secures it around the cheerleader's waist. Grinding slowly into Rachel's standing leg, Quinn's hand find Rachel's wet sex and cups it using her hips to push behind her hand into Rachel. She never thought that this would be happening after everything that happened at Santana's Summer Slumber Shindig 6 weeks ago.
"Rachel! You're so… fucking wet!" Quinn moans as she moves the lace of Rachel's panties to the side.
Having freed her prize, she runs a finger through slick folds and finds Rachel's clit, running circles around it with her finger making the brunette squirm under her touch.
Deciding that's not enough, Rachel snakes her hand down to Quinn's, keeping her thumb on her clit and forces the blonde to plunge a finger deep inside of her. Both girls moan in hungry passion at the contact as Quinn's finger continues thrusting in and out of the tight channel.
"More… fu-uck me-e Quinn!"
Riding Rachel's leg as both girls near their orgasm, Quinn plunges another finger deep into the brunette causing her to buck hard into her hand. Thrusting and grinding continues as the two girls start feeling themselves tighten.
"Oh my God! Oh fucking… fuck me!" the brunette screams as she feels herself start to tighten.
"You feel so fucking good!" Quinn pants as she feels that familiar tingle building up within her.
"Ra-achel!"
"Quiiiiin!"
Quinn's lips break contact and she pulls Rachel's face to her, finding her gaze as she pumps in and out of the brunette harder and faster. Moans of pleasure are exchanged as both girls fall over the edge. Feeling that white hot heat course through her, Quinn keeps pumping in and out Rachel, riding her through her orgasm as she grinds harder against Rachel's leg riding out her own orgasm.
Rachel's hips slowly stop bucking as she rides out her own orgasm. Finding Quinn's supple lips breathing nothing but the pleasure around them, she locks on, kissing the blonde with everything she has. Knowing that she hates talking about feelings, Quinn kisses Rachel back with every ounce of love she has for her.
Finding chocolate swirls with her green orbs, she looks at Rachel with nothing but unconditional love and passion...
Being shaken awake by the flight attendant because they're due for landing in ten minutes, Quinn mentally curse her brain for letting her relieve one of many moments she should've told Rachel Berry, like it's some kind of karmic slap in the face and her body for soaking her underwear.
Regaining her ability to comfortably walk after ditching her soaked panties in the ladies bathroom, she makes her way to baggage claim. After collecting her suitcase, she makes her way out side to hail a taxi only to be held up by a throng of paparazzi, screaming obscenities and words and names she can't understand.
All except for one.
