Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
"Mm Rachel, yes right there!" I pant out my legs quivering at the pleasure flowing through me. God I don't know how I even got here, I never do. She's such a tease in those short skirts and those doe brown eyes, fuck Quinn stop you'll work yourself up even more. I rub my clit pressing on the hard nub, soft moans escaping from my lips. My fingers slip down to my entrance, I hear a bang outside the door and jump up, my finger slipping into my hole, wrapping my fingers in the velvety walls. I soak my fingers as an image of Rachel bending over comes into my mind.
Outside of the door stands a short girl with a petite plaid skirt and an argyle animal sweater on. She could've sworn she had heard a bump in the janitors closet, so she stayed standing perched outside the door for another minute. She walked away huffing at the waste of her precious time, how peculiar she really had thought she heard something. Briskly she walked into her 5th period English class, walking into a desk flustered by the whole janitors closet thing. She sits down and looks up at the teacher when the bell rings looking around for those hazel eyes connected to the one person that hates her the most or at least that's how she feels. Disappointment seeps in as she doesn't see any sign of Quinn, shaking her head she looks at the teacher and quickly puts her mind on the task at hand.
"RACHEL!" I scream at the top of my lungs as cum coats my fingers as I slow my actions. I'm so late for English, but I know I couldn't sit in English with those eyes watching me. I bite my lip, swiping my tongue over my lips the thought of Rachel's eyes lust filled staring into mine and a moan escapes my mouth. I remember the first time I had to run to this janitors closet and relieve myself of the aching between my thighs. God I need to get over her, but I really don't want to.
A/N: I'm hoping to make this a multi chapter fic so let me know what you think.