TITLE: Her Lips Have a Mind of Their Own
PAIRING: Faberry
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE THE CHARACTERS OR SONGS USED IN THIS FIC
RATING: T
Rachel felt a hand glide softly and intimately down the spine of her back as she sat nervously awaiting to announce her upcoming surgery. Rachel realized whose hand it was as Quinn leant over and began to whisper into Rachel's ear.
"Are you sure everyones going to accept your decision?" She asked breathing into Rachel's neck. "Look Quinn I get why you might be nervous for me, I may receive a feirce insult from santana and one of Finn's sappy compliments, but this is my choice."
Mr. Schue paused mid sentence noticing Rachels hand in the air. "Yeah Rachel, what is it?" He asked, hoping that he wasn't going to hear about her being severly dissapointed about not recieving as many solo's the past few weeks. "I just wanted to update all of you on my surgery. I'm getting a nose job and I'm going to sing better than ever."
She caught a glimpse of Finn about to speak but then stopping himself. Instead he just gazed down at his shoes trying to fight the urge to convince Rachel to reconsider. "Wow Rachel now what am I going to stand under if it rains?" Santana snickered linking pinkies with Brittany. "Well Santana you could always take cover between Brittany's leg, I hear you've been occupying them alot lately." The class tried to hold back their laughter as Quinn's comment caused Rachel to gasp in astonishment. Was Quinn Fabray really sticking up for her old enemy?
Later that day Rachel was patiently waiting at her home for Quinn to show up and take photo's for the surgeon who would create a replica of the nose Rachel desired most. This was a perfect opportunity to ask Quinn why their was kindness radiating off her towards Rachel. Quinn was right though, Santana had been spending alot of time between brittany's lean legs over the past summer. They only knew this because they had caught the girls in the shower together at school. Both leaning against the wall under the hot water which airated steam through the bathroom causing both Rachel and Quinn to do a double take at what they saw.
"Knew it!" Quinn whispered to Rachel proudly. Santana's body was sprawled out against the shower wall while Brittany's was right up against hers. "Oh god," Rachel squinted, seeing past all of the steam to the two cheerleaders pleasuring eachother enormously. "We shouldn't be watching." Rachel continued. Quinn and her stood there for another few moments before snapping back to reality. "Is she?" Quinn's eyes widened as she noticed Brittany slide down her friends body and stick her head between Santana's thighs. "Yeah." Rachel replied, emulating a similar wide eyed stare at the girls.
Suddenly Rachel heard light steps trailing up the stairs towards her room. The door opened and there stood Quinn. Well, Quinn didn't really stand there, she leapt into the room excited to finally get to talk with Rachel one on one. Rachel was obvlivious to Quinn's plee to stop her from getting a nose job that she'd eventually regret in the long run.
Rachel pulled out her analog camera and signalled for Quinn to stand against the pale wall which Rachels treadmill sat obediently infront of. "Before we begin, I'd just like to say..." Quinn paused and began to think of the hurt Rachel would feel knowing that the only person who had encouraged her to begin with would be agreeing with the other gleeks. "Don't do this Rachel." Quinn tried to sound as tempting as possible but Rachel just inhabited a puzzeled expression which didn't seem to dissapear quickly.
"I thought you were helping me with this Quinn? I didn't know you'd be against this aswell." Rachel sat down and rested her hands under her chin in a defeated position. "Rachel you don't need this, your nose makes you who you are just like Santana's bitchyness makes her who she is. Just like mr. Schue's vest makes him...look like my grandpa, but that's not the point. You're beautiful Rachel, I can't let you get this surgery, It really isn't worth it."
Quinn calling Rachel beautiful? The room felt like it was closing in as Rachel felt the urge to gag. It wasn't because she had stail taco's from the cafeteria earlier, it was the sweetness in Quinn's voice that she never noticed in Finn when he would attempt to compliment her. Both girls had never thought of eachother in a romantic sense. Quinn simply just called Rachel beautiful. Rachel wanted it to be simple, but is really wasn't at all.
"I hope that you reconsider ge-" Quinn instantly pause at the sight of Rachel's lips parting. "Quinn." The brunette couldn't finish her sentence. She just stared at the blonde who sat so elegantly beside her. Their stare into eachothers eyes seemed like it lasted forever, but before Rachel knew it Quinn got up in a hurry realizing that they were closer then they both had thought. "Gotta go." "But the pictures..." Quinn had left before Rachel could finish. It was probably best, Rachel thought.
Later that night Quinn had said goodnight to her parents then hopped under her satin pink sheets into a comfortable position. But Quinn hadn't felt comfortable since the incident with Rachel. It wasn't even an incident, thought Quinn rolling over onto her side to face the empty space next to her. I never noticed Rachel's eyes before, but they were vibrant and lovely. Rachel always showed emotion even if she was just pulling out books from her locker. Rachel, Rachel, Rachel. Quinn held her head up for a moment to try to escape from her trance. All she could think about was Rachel, whether it be the moment Quinn never noticed her, or the moment in the bedroom when their eyes connected in the most wonderful way. Quinn then thought if she pursued Rachel, would Rachel agree? And if so, what would happen next?
Rachel headed out of the choir room darting past the hi5's that her fellow glee clubbers were giving to her as a congrats on not getting the surgery. She noticed Quinn at the corner of her eye who was signalling for her to follow her. It looked like she was headed towards the girls locker room. "What is it? Are Santana and Brittany in here doing the dirty again and if so I really wouldn't like to watch them..." Rachel trailed off as Quinn bought her finger to her friends lips.
"Come here." Quinn walked backwards not losing eye contact with Rachel, to the last lockers at the end of the room. "What? How?" Rachel's eyes peered down at the 3 large bottles of champagne that sat on there infront of them. Quinn's eyes went to Rachel's then to the champagne. "What if someone catches us? Like someone from the celibacy club? Or principle Figgins!" Quinn took Rachel's hand leading her towards the alcohol and pulled her to the floor.
"No one will, we just have to be quiet." The sound of Quinn's voice made it hard for Rachel just to stand up and walk away, so she felt inclined to drink beside Quinn because afterall, she was the only person who was able to convince Rachel not to get surgery.
"Finn's such a jerk!" Rachel sneered, laughing hysterically afterwards. "We've both dated him and never actually had sex with him. He must feel proud." Rachel interrupted the blonde. "I don't think I could've done it with him." "Who could you have done it with then, Puck?" Quinn laughed. Rachel looked over at her, entranced by the girl's bright smile.
"No." She whispered with hardly any expression. Rachel just blankly stared at Quinn. "Hey, the second bottle's almost finished!" Quinn lifted the bottle to her face noticing the inch of champagne that floated in there. "Let's finish it together." "How?" Rachel replied, laughing. "I'll sip it in my mouth then spit it in yours." Rachel looked grossed out. "Quinn, that is more stupid than Finn's dance moves." Both girls laughed.
"Let's just try it c'mon, I do it all the time." Quinn lied as she sipped the remaining champagne, then turned her head to face Rachel. Rachel frowned as she stared back.
It wasn't long before Quinn had accidently swollowed the last bit of champagne and allowed herself to move closer to Rachel. They both wondered how their friendship could've blossomed in such a short time. None of them spoke out loud, they just kept inching closer to eachother when finally, their lips touched. Quinn's hand cupped Rachel's left cheek and she sucked down on the brunette's bottom lip. As their lips parted Rachel let out a slight moan, while Quinn tried to catch her breath. Quinn had her next move planned out in her head.
She was only supposed to get close to Rachel before backing out. Those plans were now non-existant as Quinn stood up leaving Rachel to catch a glimpse of Quinn's black lace underwear. Rachel shook her head. What am I thinking? Oh right I'm drunk...So maybe giving in to Quinn won't be a bad idea, my excuse is that I'm drunk and not in the right state of mind and i'm... totally inlust.
Rachel ran after Quinn like a love sick pony. She noticed the blonde standing in the shower, her back to the brunette. Rachel took slow steps towards Quinn trying not to slip on the surface of the shower, but also because the champagne had made her balance a little off.
She reached Quinn who was still facing the opposite direction. Rachel placed her hand on the blonde's waist and leaned in to kiss her neck. Quinn's eyes were closed at this point and she was enjoying the different touch that surprisingly made her body tingle. Rachel's lips trailed up the neck of the blonde's as she rubbed her thigh in an up and down motion. "I want you," Quinn finally turned around to face the girl that was fulfilling her desires.
"I want you so bad Rachel." She leaned in pressing her lips fiercly against the brunette's whose body was then pushed back against the shower wall. Quinn's fingers glided up Rachel's horse printed skirt which sat just under her breasts. "Tell me you want it, Rachel." Rachel opened her eyes to stare into the beautiful green ones infront of her. "I want it." She leaned in crushing her lips at full speed against the blonde's.
Quinn let out a long moan followed by her running her hands along Rachel's stomach. Their tongues continued to clash against eachother when reality hit in. The girl's paused, shocked at what they both had been doing and at what quinn was about to do. Reality began to hit Rachel first as she pushed Quinn away slowly realizing that her actions would most likely have repercutions.
"Rachel I-" "Don't say anything." Rachel left Quinn standing alone in the empty locker room. Yes, the girl's were both drunk and enticed by one another, but as their actions progressed Rachel realized not only were their going to be consequences but she was questioning her feelings for Quinn also.
Both girl's had hurried home not sure what this would turn their friendship into. They realized they were intoxicated which caused them to act the way they did. But they couldn't help but fantasize about the feeling and touch they felt. Quinn walked through her front door, noticing a note that read: "Gone out, be back early in the morning, dont wait up xoxoxo Mum and Dad." Quinn rolled her eyes and slumped over on the couch. She could still feel the champagne in her system eat away at her brain cells giving her a migraine. She forced herself to grab her cell phone from her bag as she saw the last full bottle of champagne Rachel and her would've demolished if they hadn't caught eachothers eyes.
Quinn began writing a text to the brunette apologizing for her actions. She added a few letters in the words that weren't meant to be there, but because of her drunken state, she could'nt help her clumsiness. Within moments Rachel had texted her back.
"You're a good kisser." Even with Rachel's drunkeness she manages to reply with perfect grammer and punctuation. This oddly becomes a turn on to Quinn and she bites her lip. Wait did Rachel say that I was a good kisser? No 'we should have space for a few days' or 'maybe its best we stay friends.' Just one simple line that melts Quinn further into the sofa. She smiled at the thought of the compliment but didn't know why she felt the way she did, it was Rachel who was complimenting her afterall. Quinn was about to head upstairs when she heard a knock on the door.
Rachel was standing there shivering. How did she get there so fast or was she texting Quinn from outside her house? Nevertheless Quinn let Rachel inside her home not sure of what was going to happen. "I don't really know what I'm doing here," Rachel began seeming more sober as she spoke. "I just wanted to see you again, I couldn't wait until tomorrow to approach you about...what happened." Quinn nodded and told her to come up stairs. "Rachel, I honestly don't know what the hell I was thinking." Quinn began, pacing up and down her bedroom. "We'll we weren't thinking, we just wanted it at the time and now it's over."
I still want it. Quinn was hoping she didn't say it out loud and took in a deep sigh of relief when Rachel sat down unaware of the blonde's thoughts. "All that I know Rachel, is that no matter how drunk I was. I enjoyed being close to someone." Rachel smiled and nodded back at Quinn who was now sitting beside her. "My dad's are away on holiday for a couple days, It's kind of lonely in my house and I couldn't sleep." "Sleep here, my parent's have gone out for the night, they won't be back till morning." Quinn replied trying not to sound forceful. Both girls didn't know what to think of their growing feelings so they quickly looked away from eachother. No less than half an hour later they were laying in Quinn's bed-Not even touching or gazing into eachothers eyes, just simply lying there in eachothers presence- Rachel was lying on her side and was obviously exhausted because she looked to be in a deep sleep.
Quinn rolled over facing Rachel. Quinn was happy that she saw someone lying next to her and that it wasn't just an empty space.