Ah, punk!Quinn and Rachel smut for goscrewaduck from tumblr :P Anyways. Quinn's wearing cargo shorts here because it's hard having sex with a long skirt on. I think.
The new school year was supposed to be amazing and stellar and perfect. Sure, they just placed as twelfth in the National Glee Club Championships, but that didn't mean she can't do better this year. It's her last year, after all.
She entered the choir room and sat beside Finn, who had been the decent boyfriend that he was since junior year and all that drama happened. Then there was the 'kiss that missed', but she forgave him for that. Or so she tells herself. Mr. Schue entered the choir room and clapped his hands together, ready to start the lesson about something that came to him in a dream, again. Rachel straightened up and tried so hard to concentrate, but one thing was nibbling at the back of her mind.
Where is Quinn?
A warm and sweaty hand enclosed around hers and she glanced up to see Finn smiling at her. Honestly, she didn't feel the butterflies that she expected, at least not anymore. She smiled back and sighed. If this is what being in love felt like, why does she feel as if she's doing something completely wrong? Why did seeing Finn's face do nothing to her, and yet the thought of the pale blonde with the saddest eyes she's ever seen gave her jitters?
Mr. Schue droned on about purple pianos and new recruits, something that Rachel had been planning since summer began. She was getting antsy. She needed to transform into a Quinn Fabray-seeking missile. She needed to see Quinn.
As soon as the rest of Glee club stood around her, she bolted up and ran out of the door, not even looking back to see Finn's confused face. Rachel searched every room, every floor, and every washroom, but no luck. She found herself outside, by the bleachers. The Cheerios were doing another crazy routine and Sue was screaming into the bullhorn. Rachel frowned and was about to head to her car when a flash of pink and black distracted her.
She hopped down the bleachers and went under it to see the pink-haired girl she was searching for. Rachel approached slowly, afraid of surprising Quinn. She cleared her throat and waved. "Hi Quinn."
The pink-haired girl was alone, a cigarette poised between her index and middle finger. She blew out smoke and cocked her brow at Rachel. "I'm not going back to glee."
"It's fascinating how you immediately know what I came here for," Rachel mused, sitting on the cool grass beside Quinn. "I–" Rachel cleared her throat and looked down at her fingers. "We need you."
"You just need headcount," Quinn said, blowing another cloud of smoke out of her lips. "Go get a freshman or something. I'm not going back."
"None of them can ever sing as well as you," Rachel admitted, feeling brave enough to turn her head to meet Quinn's eyes. The hazel-eyed girl stirred something within her, and it was terrifying. Shouldn't she be feeling all these things for Finn? "They don't have your tremulous alto, or your Belinda Carlisle glamour."
Rachel had the clawing urge to reach for the hand holding a cancer stick, throw said stick away and lock their fingers together. And who was she, but Rachel Barbra Berry who does whatever she wanted? She flicked the cigarette away, and did as she thought. Quinn said nothing. "I'm sorry you're so sad, Quinn." Rachel whispered. "And you're probably never going to believe me since we were never close but…" She squeezed the cold palm in her hand and sighed. "I'm sad not seeing you in the choir room. We've been through so much together and this is our last year together – our year to get it right!"
Quinn squeezed her hand back, and Rachel has never felt more assured then. "We need you back in glee. Please say you'll think about it?"
"I don't know," Quinn choked out, her throat dry from all the smoke she blew. "You probably need to convince me more…" The smirk that wormed against her lips was devilish, and Rachel had to suppress a shudder. All she really wanted was to talk to Quinn, not… Not have her panties flood all over the place.
"W-what do you...?"
Quinn curled her lip and pulled Rachel's hand. Her palm rested against Rachel's hip and her fist closed around the fabric of her sweater. The brunette's breath hitched as she found herself straddling the pink-haired girl, looking down and into her hazel eyes. Quinn cupped the back of the singer's neck and roughly pulled her down, their lips a finger's breadth apart. Rachel didn't want to lose her balance and fall on top of Quinn, so she gripped the metal beam of the bleachers behind the punk girl's head.
"Quinn…"
"How are you going to convince me, Rachel?" She husked, and the brunette can smell the faint traces of cigarette smoke and fading tic tacs. "Convince me to return to glee." She rolled her hips and Rachel groaned. Her panties were dripping, she knew it. "Oh? Looks like you want me to convince you instead."
Rachel gulped and struggled to keep her eyes open. "I-I don't…"
"Yes you do," Quinn said, gritting her teeth. She rolled her hips and tugged at the thick, brown tresses between her fingertips. "I know you do, Rachel. I can feel it."
It was then that Rachel realized that Quinn's shirt was tied up to display her flat abdomen, the vague outline of rippling muscles only caused heat and wetness surging through her, and she moaned. Reaching down, she traced the lines of Quinn's abs, relishing the way the skin jumped at her touch.
Her hands shook, but she ignored it. She scratched her nails all the way down, to the hem of Quinn's cargo shorts, then back up once more, leaving pink lines that made Rachel lick her lips. She wanted a taste. Quinn noticed, and with a small chuckle, pulled Rachel down and smashed their lips together in an unceremonious kiss. No teasing, no gentle caresses. It was pure heat, pure tongue, and pure teeth.
Quinn sank her teeth into the soft, plump flesh of Rachel's lips and grunted. The singer's hands slipped inside her shirt and stroked every inch she could touch She yelped when Quinn pushed her cardigan off of her body, and her hand creeping beneath the white dress. "Q-Quinn, what are you—"
"Do you want me to go back to glee or not?" Quinn snarled, her nails raking down the curve of Rachel's back. They were dull and felt so good against her skin. "O-of course I want you to-oh! T-to go back! Oh god Quinn, what are you doing?"
Rachel's cardigan lay in a heap on the ground, the sleeves pushed off her shoulders. The dress bunched around Rachel's stomach, leaving her bare for the tasting. Quinn wasted no time squeezing the two mounds together to try engulfing both of her nipples at the same time. The pink-haired girl hummed around her breasts and her fingers dipped inside Rachel's bellybutton. "Mmm," Rachel moaned. "Quinn, o-oh fuck."
"You like that?" Quinn husked, her hand smoothing over Rachel's tanned thigh, moving up to her groin. "Damn, babe. You're dripping all over my hand already." She craned her neck to nip at Rachel's exposed throat, laved her tongue against the girl's collarbone that protruded outwards. "C'mon Rach, convince me."
"Mmn-ah!" Rachel threw her head back when Quinn bit her shoulder blade. She gyrated her hips against the pink-haired girl's hand that rested so, so close to where she needed contact the most. "Quinn," she murmured a low vibration against her throat. "Quinn, please."
"I love how you say my name," Quinn hissed, her fingers hooking against the garter of Rachel's panties and swept them aside. She groaned at the dampness that met her hand. "Say it again, Rach."
"Quinn," Rachel murmured, doing as the girl asked. "Please, oh god, touch me."
Her breathy sighs stirred Quinn's insides into a pool of lava. She licked her lips and kissed Rachel's chin before sinking her fingers into the succulence of Rachel's pussy. The moan that left Rachel's lungs was glorious. It was such a low thunder, and it spiked heat against Quinn's clit. "Fucking tight pussy," she groaned.
"Fuck, Quinn." The brunette pushed her hips down and rolled her waist, crying out when Quinn's still fingers hit the sensitive walls of her dripping cunt. "Do you like how tight I am?" Quinn's eyes opened wide, and the smallest of nods tipped her head. Rachel smirked. "Do you like how my tight and wet," a whimper left Quinn's lips, and Rachel squeezed the fingers that were buried inside her. "…cunt is choking your fingers? Hmm?"
"Oh fuckk," the pink-haired girl hissed. She pumped her wrist and licked her lips at the sight of Rachel's parted lips that spilled out her name with every deep-burning stroke. Her lips rubbed Rachel's, and they moved in sync, only seeking to make Rachel come. And with the way her inner muscles were strangling Quinn's fingers, the rebel girl was pretty sure the singer was about to arrive.
"Are you gonna come for me, Rach?" Quinn asked. Her thumb rubbed the clit that protruded out of the brunette's hood. "You're spilling all over my hand, babe."
"Nng-ah!" The singer clutched Quinn's shoulders and bent down to kiss the girl who furiously pumped into her. "O-ohh, fu-uck!"
"Come for me, Rachel."
"No," Rachel breathed out, and Quinn paused in shock.
"W-what do you mean no?"
Rachel smirked and rolled her hips. Quinn groaned as Rachel squeezed her fingers again, feeling the singer's cunt twitching and pulsing around her. "How about this?" the brunette sighed while she fucked herself on Quinn's fingers slowly, making the girl beneath watch in awe at how her fingers disappeared and reappeared, wetter with each thrust. "Promise me you're going back to glee," she nipped Quinn's lips and smirked. "…and I'll come all over your fingers."
She slammed her hips down against Quinn's and moaned her name. "Promise me, and I'll come for you."
Quinn breathed heavily and nodded. "I-I promise. R-Rachel, please. Come for me."
"Mmn-ah!" Rachel whimpered, her fists closing in on Quinn's hair as her pussy tightened around Quinn's fingers so much that the pink haired girl couldn't breathe. "C-coming for you, Quinn…" Rachel whispered. "O-oh, yeah… Q-Quinn!"
An abundant pool of wetness dripped out of the singer's convulsing busy and onto Quinn's palm. Rachel tried to catch her breath but Quinn shoved her tongue between parted lips with a groan. Rachel pushed her away and swept Quinn's bangs off her forehead and kissed it. "Remember what you said, Quinn."
The hazel-eyed girl squirmed, squeezing her thighs together. "Y-yeah, whatever…"
"Now…" Rachel hummed, moving away from Quinn to pry her thighs apart. "I think someone needs relief."
"Oh fuck, please." Quinn sighed, when Rachel tugged at her cargo shorts, pulling them down just enough to slip her hand inside Quinn's boxers. The singer wasted no time pushing in two fingers inside of her, fucking her relentlessly. "Mmfuuuck!" She shrieked, throwing her hips up to feel more of Rachel. "God, Rachel… F-fuck me harder, shit!"
Rachel gripped Quinn's breasts and pinched her nipples through her shirt. "You're going to come for me already, Quinn?" She twisted her wrist and tweaked the writhing girl's clit harshly before sucking in Quinn's lips into hers. "Go ahead, Quinn. Come for me. Take my fingers in your cunt."
Quinn gripped Rachel's forearm and dug her fingernails into the pliant skin. "Oh yeah Rach…" She hissed, opening her eyes to stare at Rachel's hungry face. "Shitttt, c-coming!"
The brunette groaned at the chokehold around her fingers as she slumped against the heaving pink-haired girl. "How was it? Good?"
"You're crazy," Quinn slipped Rachel's arms into the sleeves of her dress and straightened out her underwear. "You couldn't tell by the way I'm screaming your name?"
Rachel smiled at Quinn and buttoned up her shorts for her. Once they're done fixing each other, Quinn pulled Rachel up to her feet. "Don't forget your promise, okay?" She asked, leaning up to give the pink-haired girl a kiss on the lips. "I have to go, Finn is—"
The hand that was threading through her long, brown hair froze. Rachel peered up at Quinn in confusion while the hazel-eyed girl avoided her gaze. "Quinn? What's wrong?"
The punk girl scoffed, but smiled anyway. "Didn't you hear what you just said? Especially after what we just did?" Quinn looked at her, and since seeing her fall apart by her hand, Rachel saw the sadness, so lucid and vibrant in the hazel eyes she so adored. "I'll go to glee club practice or whatever, but you can't expect me to sing."
She casted another look – something that was unfamiliar to Rachel – before picking up her bag from the ground. Quinn walked away and only then did Rachel realize that the brilliance in Quinn's eyes wasn't a brilliance tha spoke of her happiness.
No, in fact, it was the same brightness that she had in her eyes for Finn, back during sophomore year.
It was the same brightness of unrequited love.
Shh, don't get mad at me. I can't get the image of sad!Quinn out of my head so that happened :)