A/N: I haven't written Glee before and it's been awhile since I've written smut, but since Faberry is my new obsession, I bring a Glee fic, with lots of smut. Mostly smut.
Summer was supposed to be a time to sit back and relax, without having to worry about the pressures of high school and day to day expectations, but Quinn Fabray felt anything but relaxed. She stood gazing out of her kitchen window at her mother, who was lounging in a lawn chair with a romance novel in one hand and a long island ice tea in the other, while a second alcohol infused ice tea sat on the patio table waiting for her to finish the first. She glanced over at the clock on the wall, confirming the fact that it was only 9 AM and she shook her had as her mother polished off the first drink and began sipping on the other. Her mother could definitely be classified as an alcoholic and Quinn was fully aware that as a dutiful daughter she should be planning an intervention to get her the help she needed, but she could not seem to find the strength. It was probably in most part due to the fact that at that moment, she was also sipping on a long island ice tea, with more of long island in it than tea. It just seemed too hypocritical to bring up her mother's drinking issues when, since she had returned from New York, she seemed to have adopted the same issues.
Like mother, like daughter, she thought and chuckled bitterly, polishing off the rest of her drink and taking a fresh glass from the cabinet. She filled both glasses two-thirds full of a mixture of vodka, tequila, rum, gin, and triple sec, and the rest with the drink mix, before carrying the glasses out onto their deck. She set one drink beside her mother as she collapsed back into another lounge chair on the opposite side of the table. In the month of summer break that had passed, she had become a very knowledgeable bartender and she knew the maximum amount of alcohol to add to each drink before it was too strong for her to ingest. She liked her drinks strong. It meant less time she would have to spend sober.
"Thank you, Quinny," her mother smiled at her before turning her attention back to her book.
Quinn sipped on her ice tea, silently counting how many drinks her mother had polished off so far that day and how many she had herself. If her count was correct, which could easily be off since she was more than a little tipsy, she was on her fourth drink and her mother was on her sixth. No matter how hard she tried, she would never be able to compete with a pro. It wasn't really a competition, but it gave her mind something to think about before it settled into its usual depression.
New York had been her breaking point. Not because they had lost Nationals, that honestly did not even matter to her, but losing Finn and then have him kissing her, on stage at their performance for the whole world to rub it in her face, that was what killed her. She used to have the perfect boyfriend and she lost him to that little dwarf, twice. But even as she thought about it more, it was not about Finn either. It was about how alone she was. The entire Glee club had paired off and she was left standing alone, with no one left for her and no one that even cared to remember she was there. No one feared her anymore. No one admired her anymore. No one even cared about her anymore. She didn't even have a single person she could count on and call a friend. Sometimes she wondered if she just disappeared completely, if anyone would notice.
What was even worse than all that loneliness and self-loathing, the drunker she got, the more her thoughts would dwell on a certain little troll that had ruined her life. By the time 10 PM rolled around and she could no longer feel her limbs, the tears would stream down her cheeks for reasons that she could not understand, but only knew that it was because of one, Rachel Berry.
Her phone rang from inside her jeans pocket, jarring her from her personal pity party as she fished into her jeans and pulled it out. She checked the caller ID before answering, even though it was not necessary because the only person who called her these days was Santana, and sure enough it was her.
She tried to clear the lump in her throat before answering, but that lump had been stuck there since Finn had broken up with her in his truck and it still wasn't budging, so her voice sounded hoarse as she said, "Hello."
"Hey Q, what are you doing," Santana asked from the other end of the phone, although she knew exactly what Quinn was doing, since the former head cheerleader had the same daily routine for the past month.
"Same thing I do everyday," Quinn sighed, glancing over at her mother who had fallen asleep in her chair sometime between drink tallying and self-loathing. She cradled the phone between her shoulder and her ear as she picked up her half empty drink, along with the one that she had brought out to her mother, but had remained untouched, and went back inside her house, settling down on the couch in front of the TV.
"Getting wasted," Santana filled in for her, but her voice didn't sound disappointed or judgemental and Quinn was silently thankful that at least Santana wasn't trying to give her shit for it.
"Uh huh," was all Quinn replied, before she downed the rest of her ice tea and pushed the empty glass across the coffee table, away from herself, while pulling the fresh drink closer.
"Come out with Brit and me tonight," Santana said excitedly. "There's a beach party in Lima Heights, well to be more accurate there is a pool party with a beach theme."
"Why do you need to have a theme at a pool party," Quinn asked dryly, absently changing the channels on the TV and not actually looking to see what was on any of them.
"Who cares," Santana answered, "There's going to be plenty of booze and boys to keep you happy."
"Great, now I sound like an alcoholic slut," Quinn murmured under her breath, but thought that it might be nice to have an excuse for her drinking for once. She decided that she would probably feel less of an alcoholic if she wasn't drinking alone and although she had closed herself off from the rest of the world for the better part of the summer, it might be a good idea to get out there and have a little fun. Maybe she could even meet someone there. Someone who wasn't Finn or Sam or Puck. Some hot, new and exciting guy to sweep her away from all her McKinley High troubles. "Ok, I'm in."
"Brits and I will be there at eight," Santana responded quickly and Quinn can hear the smile she was wearing in her voice. The line went dead and Quinn put her phone down on the coffee table as she took another sip of her drink. She should feel excited. The old Quinn would be. Instead, she felt empty and she wanted to call Santana back and tell her that she had changed her mind, but she resisted the urge and finished her drink.
By the time Santana's expensive car rolled up in Quinn's driveway at 8:15 PM, she was already dressed to kill. She had taken an afternoon nap to sleep off her morning drinks, but had started up again when she woke up, so she was feeling a happy buzz. She had searched her wardrobe for the perfect outfit to wear and decided, since it was beach themed, to just wear a black string bikini top and a pair of cut off blue jean shorts. The air was hot and humid outside and she didn't think she would get cold, but she rationalized that if she did, she would just have to drink some more. That made everything better. She decided to go with smokey eyes for the occasion and settled with cherry flavoured lip gloss for her naturally red lips, while her short blond hair was tousled and wild.
When she opened the door for Santana and Brittany, Santana clapped her hands in appreciation and noted, "Finally you've taken a page from my books."
"You look hot," Brittany nodded in agreement.
"Thanks," Quinn smiled, it had been a long time since she had been complimented and it felt good. It almost felt like she was on top again, but she knew she wasn't even close. She took the last few sips of the cosmopolitan she had made for herself before they had come and set the empty glass down on the kitchen table and followed the girls out.
It was late when they arrived at the party, around ten o'clock, because Brittany had needed to stop for food and by the time they ate and were back on their way, time had already flown by. As they pulled up to the house the party was at, they could already tell that it was in full force, as the cars were parked all down the street and the music was blaring from the backyard. They made their way to the side of the house, where the gate was, and followed a stream of people as they entered the pool area.
"Do we know who's party this is," Quinn asked Santana once they were inside. She didn't really care, but it was something to say while she scanned through the crowd looking for the alcohol.
"One of the football players," Santana shrugged and Quinn looked back at her, finding Santana and Brittany already relaxing into the party atmosphere and holding hands. She knew it wouldn't be long before they disappeared together and she was left on her own, so she decided to leave them on her own accord.
"I'm going to find the bar," she yelled at them over the music and they both nodded at her indifferently, before running off to the dance area. Quinn found the bar within seconds and grabbed two bottles of beer, giving the boy who was manning the keg a smile as she walked away. She twisted both caps off the bottles and found an empty spot against the fence to lean on by the pool. Sipping her beers, she took a moment to survey the crowd and find some potentials. So far she had gotten quite a few head turns, but she could not seem to muster up any kind of feelings towards the guys that were giving them to her. They were cute, good looking, perfect for every other girl, but for some reason they just weren't right for Quinn. She started to wonder if Finn had broken her, or done something to the chemical balance within her brain. Why was she suddenly not attracted to anyone? Finn had been right about one thing, she didn't seem to feel anything anymore. Her body and mind had gone completely numb to everything around her and sometimes she found herself digging her nails into her thighs, watching the red half moon imprints appear in her skin and wondering why it didn't hurt.
The alcohol from earlier had settled into her blood stream and the beer that she was drinking now was pushing her from a little tipsy to flat out drunk. Luckily she was a functioning drunk, or at least she thought she was. Then she realized that most people probably thought they were functioning drunks, which made her wonder if she actually was.
She polished off one of her beers and littered the empty bottle on the ground carelessly, as she closed her eyes and swayed slightly to the music. Listening to all the random conversations around her, she could pick out one guy who was using outdated pick up lines to try to flirt with a girl, while a girl somewhere to the left of her was talking about hair extensions.
"Quinn," she heard a familiar girl squeal and she forced her eyes open, finding a very excited looking Rachel Berry staring straight at her, "Oh my god, it's Quinn guys!"
"Fuck," Quinn swore under her breath. Berry was the last person that she wanted to see at this party and of course, with her luck, she's the first one that picks her out of the crowd. She hates that Rachel sounds so happy to see her, like they're friends, like they care about each other. There was no one that got under her skin like Rachel Berry did and she did it with such innocence in her eyes that it made Quinn sick. Somehow, this loser had managed to get the whole world to bow at her feet and revolve around her, but there was no way Quinn would ever jump on that crazy train. She could not understand what people saw in her. Berry was the school loser, since when had the world turned upside down and made her queen?
Mike and Tina followed behind Rachel, but they only gave Quinn a wave as they continued on to the bar. Quinn wasn't so lucky with Rachel, who was trying to skip towards her, but had obviously had too many drinks to remember how to. Quinn forced a smile and clenched her jaw tightly, "Hey Rachel."
"I didn't think I'd see you here, I haven't seen you anywhere all summer," Rachel slurred, standing so close to Quinn she could smell the vodka on her breath, and to the alcoholic Quinn, that actually smelled good. Quinn could not believe that she couldn't even succeed at being drunker than Rachel Berry, especially when she had a head start, and glancing over Rachel's white knee-high socks, pink plaid short skirt and spaghetti strap white tank top, she even might have been a cuter drunk than Quinn was. Quinn stopped herself and tried to back track on what her thoughts had run over, wondering if she had really just associated Rachel Berry with cute. She decided to drink more instead so as she watched Rachel sway in front of her with a blissful smile, which made Quinn wonder what on earth she was so happy about, Quinn downed her second beer and tossed it away. Rachel's eyes followed the bottle in the air and her body moved towards it, "You dropped your beer."
Quinn quickly grabbed on to Rachel's shoulders before she could go chasing after the empty bottle and shook her head, "It was empty."
Rachel's lips formed a perfect 'o' but no sound came out until her eyes suddenly lit up and she gasped, "Litterer!"
"Rachel, shut up," Quinn sighed, releasing her hold on her and letting her hands fall to her sides, the elf was killing her drunken state and it was really beginning to annoy her. Suddenly, a thought occurred to her and Quinn took a quick look around the yard, but when she did not spot who she was looking for she turned back to Rachel, "Where's Finn?"
Rachel gave her an over enthusiastic shrug and her eyes closed, causing her to sway a little too far to the left and she grabbed on to Quinn's forearm to help keep her steady, "Dunno. We broke up. Again."
Quinn tried not to smile, but she couldn't help herself. It might have been the first real smile she had all summer. Then she realized that Rachel's hand was sliding down her forearm and she drunkenly enjoyed the sensation for a moment, before she realized the reason her hand was sliding down was because Rachel was slowly falling over. Quinn found herself laughing at her lightly and shook her head, putting her hands on Rachel's upper arms and turning them around slowly so that Rachel was the one leaning back on the fence. Maybe it was the alcohol that was heating her veins, or maybe hearing about their break up had just inexplicably cheered her up, but for some reason being around Rachel did not seem as bad as it was the two minutes prior, "How much have you had to drink tonight?"
Rachel's eyes half opened, which Quinn decided was probably as much as she could open them in her state, and then replied, "Why? Do I look drunk?"
"You look wasted," Quinn laughed, but the music had picked up behind her and her voice was lost with it.
"What," Rachel screamed at her, furrowing her brow in confusion as she leaned her head in closer to Quinn to hear her.
Quinn leaned in to Rachel, placing her hands on either side of her on the fence in case Rachel started sliding again and to balance herself as well, and then moved her lips by Rachel's ear and said again, "You look wasted."
When Quinn pulled back there was a big grin on her face and Rachel threw her head back and giggled for a moment before Rachel screamed back at her, "You look beautiful" and brought one of her hands up and rested it on Quinn's chest.
Quinn's heart stopped and she froze. It wasn't the words that hit her, it wasn't the first time Rachel had complimented her on her looks and although the words for some reason meant something more to her than a compliment from Santana or Brittany, that wasn't what was triggering her sudden paralysis. It was the warm, tan hand that was resting on her bare chest, covering her heart, that was unmistakeably causing her to feel something inside her. Something that she had been waiting to feel for a long time, because she had never felt it with Finn or any of the other guys, even if she had pretended to feel it. Something that a single touch should not have the capability to create. But it was there and no matter how badly she didn't want it to be there, not for this person, she could not will it away. She felt an overpowering sense of attraction and she could not believe that her numbness had been cured by a simple inebriated touch by her. She had been waiting so long to finally feel something again and when her body and mind had finally awoken and were telling her that yes this one is right, this is what you want, it was the freaking hobbit, Rachel fucking Berry, that provoked her body's desire.
"Are you okay," Rachel asked, and there was a wash of concern filling her dazed brown eyes. She removed her hand from Quinn's chest and reached up, lightly cupping Quinn's face in both hands, "You don't look so good."
Quinn's head was spinning and she kept trying to tell herself that it was from the alcohol, but the feeling of Rachel's warm hands on her face was sending shivers all through her body. She closed her eyes, sucking in a long breath of air and took hold of Rachel's delicate wrists, taking a moment to enjoy the feel of the smooth skin beneath her finger tips, before using all of her inner strength to remove the soft hands, that felt so excruciatingly good, from her face. The cool empty air that replaced them made her regret it immediately, but she opened her eyes and forced a smile, "I'm just really drunk."
"Me too," Rachel grinned and suddenly launched herself off the fence and wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck, pulling her into a tight embrace. Stunned, every muscle in Quinn's body tensed as she felt every part of the shorter girl's body pressed tightly against her own, reminding her about just how little clothing she was wearing, and just how much skin Rachel was exposing. The spinning in Quinn's head increased as she grew conscious of the small breasts pressed against her own and the firm bare thighs that were brushing with hers. She also realized that Rachel wasn't letting go of her, instead she was starting to sway from side to side as if they were dancing to some kind of slow song, even though the stereo was blasting anything but. With every movement Rachel made, Quinn's body betrayed her, causing small tremors to erupt every time Rachel's chest moved up against her own and Quinn could not let it go on. It was too much for her to take. Quinn put her hands on Rachel's hips and gently pushed her back against the fence. Rachel's eyes were closed and she was still swaying to the beat in her head and Quinn felt a sudden longing for their bodies to be pressed together again.
She decided she must be desperate. That could be the only explanation to her body's sudden need for Rachel Berry. It had been a long time since she had been close enough to someone to touch them and the lack of intimacy had to be getting to her. There was no possible way she could be falling for Rachel Berry. Even if she couldn't seem to take her eyes off the way Rachel's lips were glistening under the outdoor lighting, and even if the way Rachel's tongue slipped out and moistened those lips made her lick her own lips in the same fashion. Rachel's eyes opened slowly and the coy smile that tickled her lips told Quinn that through Rachel's drunken stupor, she was still aware of the effect that she was having on Quinn.
Quinn decided to play dumb, "What are you smiling like that for?"
Rachel bit her bottom lip and lightly pressed her finger to the hollow between Quinn's collarbones, slowly tracing a path down Quinn's bare chest and stopping just above the string in the middle of her bikini, holding the two cups together. She hooked her finger around it and pulled on it lightly, "You think I'm pretty."
It was a statement and not a question, and it caused a blush to spread all over Quinn. She pushed Rachel's hand away and gave her best head bitch glare, "You wish, man hands."
Then it suddenly hit her as she swallowed thickly, watching Rachel biting down on her bottom lip, she did think Rachel was pretty. Her short perverse school girl skirts and tight fitting shirts that she constantly wore, god help her, Quinn didn't just think she was pretty, she thought she was beautiful. She hadn't been angry because she had lost Finn, she was angry because she had lost him to her. Because she wanted her.
Her body was screaming at her to reach out and touch her and despite the both of them being drunk, Rachel appeared to be more than willing. The fact that Rachel was willing also surprised her. She had never gotten any kind of lesbian vibe from the girl who spent the majority of her time chasing after Finn. She had caught Rachel staring at her every now and then, but when you're Quinn Fabray, you get lots of girls staring at you and wishing they could be you. She had always assumed that Rachel was staring at her for the same reasons, but maybe it was a whole other reason entirely. All of a sudden she needed to know why it was that Rachel and Finn had broken up.
"What happened with you and Finn," Quinn asked and Rachel's body immediately slumped at the question.
"Although I care deeply for Finn, I realized that he wasn't the perfect person for me," Rachel shrugged simply.
Quinn wondered if Finn wasn't the perfect person, because Rachel had someone else on her mind. Someone like her. She was feeling dizzy again and she placed her hand on the fence, beside Rachel's head to steady herself. Rachel's eyes closed again as she tilted her head and her silky hair brushed against Quinn's hand and tickled her wrist. Quinn inched her hand over, tangling it in a few of the strands and marvelled at how soft it felt between her fingers. She wrapped a larger piece around her fingers and then realized that Rachel had opened her eyes again and she was staring at her. The hazy flirty look in her eyes was gone, along with the drunken smile, and instead the doe innocence that was usually in her eyes stared back at Quinn, as if her sober self had caught up with her drunken self and realized what they were doing. Then it was just Quinn and Rachel standing there and although the alcohol was still coursing within them, it was not overpowering their actions. Quinn's hand ventured further into Rachel's hair and tangled at the back of her head, where she held onto her hair and firmly pulled her head backwards. She never broke eye contact with Rachel, searching for any indication in those honey brown eyes that this was not what she wanted, but as her eyes darkened and her lips parted, she knew that this was exactly what Rachel wanted and it was what she was waiting for.
Rachel's mouth opened slightly as Quinn leaned forward, gripping Rachel's waist with her free hand and pulling her hips against her own. A soft moan of surprise slipped from Rachel's lips and the sound only amplified Quinn's need, alleviating her uncertainties, and her lips came crashing down onto Rachel's. The kiss was hard and rough and after Rachel had taken a second to get over the initial shock, she was kissing back with the same ferocity and want that Quinn had. One of Rachel's hands found its way to the small of her back, while the other was pressed firmly to Quinn's bare stomach, where her muscles were twitching from the contact. Rachel sucked Quinn's bottom lip, then bit down and tugged on it before releasing it and opened her eyes to look at Quinn. The bite had sent all kinds of shivers through Quinn's body and straight towards the wetness that had been forming between her legs.
"Don't do that," Quinn growled at her.
"Why not," Rachel whispered, and showing a sort of fear in her eyes that she thought she was doing it wrong.
Quinn ran her tongue over her swollen lip to soothe it, not sure if she should let Rachel in on the secret, and then answered before she could decide, "Because it turns me on too much."
Rachel's eyes turned down to the ground and a rosy blush covered her cheeks as she smiled. Quinn gave her that moment, before tightening her hold on Rachel's hair and pulling her head back again. Rachel waited for them to kiss but Quinn didn't move, she just stood there looking into Rachel's eyes before finally whispering so quietly that Rachel almost couldn't hear her over the music, "Is this making you wet, Rachel?"
Rachel wanted to nod, but the tight hold on her hair was preventing her head from moving so she swallowed and said, "Yes."
Quinn nodded and said with determination, "So this is what's going to happen. We're gonna catch a cab and I'm gonna take you home with me. Any questions?"
Rachel's eyes widened, but she couldn't formulate any words, so Quinn released her hold on her hair and Rachel shook her head 'no'.
"Then let's go," Quinn said, grabbing Rachel's hand and pulling her through the crowded yard.
"I should tell-," Rachel called after her, but Quinn immediately interrupted her.
"You can text them in the cab."
The cab ride back to Quinn's house was spent in silence and Quinn didn't even chance a look at Rachel, even though she could feel her glancing over at her every few minutes. She figured that if she allowed herself to gaze over at her she would either realize that this was a terrible idea, or forget they were in the back of a cab and take her right there. Neither of which she wanted right now. So when they finally got to her house, Quinn had quickly tossed the bills at the cab driver and bounded towards her front door, leaving Rachel to run to catch up.
"Don't worry about being quiet," Quinn noted as she pushed the front door open. "My mother will be in another one of her liquor induced comas."
Rachel didn't respond and Quinn led her through the house and up the stairs to her room, closing the door behind them. When she turned around, she found Rachel walking around her room, absently touching objects as if she was trying to learn all the secrets about Quinn Fabray. She leaned back against the door and watched Rachel until the dark haired girl finally turned her attention towards her. Quinn could tell Rachel was nervous as she shifted uncomfortably on the spot and couldn't decide where she should put her hands. Quinn could tell that she wanted to say something to break the silence, but she couldn't think of a thing to say.
"This isn't," Quinn said and then paused, realizing that it probably was, "Is this your first time?"
"Having sex or being with a girl," Rachel asked with a nervous half smile.
"Both," Quinn questioned, watching her reaction carefully in case Rachel decided to try to lie to her.
"Yes," Rachel replied and glanced all around the room, to anywhere but Quinn, "To both."
She felt obligated to tell Rachel that they didn't have to do this if she didn't want to, but it seemed like a silly thing to say since Rachel never did anything she didn't want to do. She had no doubt in her mind that if Rachel didn't want this, she would stop her.
"What about you," Rachel asked, pulling Quinn from her thoughts.
"What," Quinn asked, the question seemed unnecessary since she had had spent her sophomore year pregnant.
"Well obviously I know you've had sex before, but have you ever been with another girl," Rachel asked, her eyes were now switching between Quinn and a spot on the door behind her.
"I have done some things with Santana," she admitted, "but not to the extent Brittany has gone."
"So this would be your first time too," Rachel asked and this time her eyes were focused solely on Quinn.
"Yea, I guess so," Quinn nodded. Rachel was fidgeting with her fingers and Quinn closed the distance between them and halted Rachel's hand movements by taking them in her own. "Relax."
"I keep expecting you to suddenly throw a slushie in my face and start laughing," Rachel admitted, once again dropping her eyes to the carpet.
Quinn put a finger under her chin and lightly tilted her head up, giving Rachel a reassuring smile, "Do you see any slushies in here?"
"No," Rachel smiled back, shaking her head as if to agree it was a silly thought, "but most of the slushies I get in the face seem to appear out of nowhere."
"Are you still drunk," Quinn asked, changing the topic and sliding her hands down Rachel's sides, letting them rest on her hips.
"I-I don't think so," Rachel replied, shaking under Quinn's touch, "I think you sobered me up."
"Good," Quinn said, pulling Rachel's hips to hers, "I wouldn't want you to be drunk during your first time."
Before Rachel could respond, Quinn leaned in and kissed her lips, lightly at first as if she was only tasting her, but then Rachel's arms wrapped around her neck and suddenly their kisses had grown hungry again. Quinn ran her tongue along Rachel's bottom lip, waiting for her to deepen the kiss, and when her mouth opened, the kiss was so intense Quinn ended up pushing her backwards and up against her desk. Rachel moaned into the kiss, as Quinn's hands slid from her hips to grasp her ass and lifted her an inch so that she was half sitting on the desk. She lightly pushed Rachel's thighs apart and settled herself in between them, feeling Rachel's body shiver as the material of Quinn's jean shorts came into contact with the front of her panties. They broke the kiss, panting for air as Quinn grabbed Rachel's tank top, yanked it over her head, discarding it onto the floor.
"A training bra," Quinn smirked, shaking her head at the white material covering her breasts.
Rachel blushed, "I have small breasts and it-it's more comfortable."
Quinn laughed lightly using a finger tip to trace the edges of the cotton, then leaned in and gave her lips another quick kiss before moving down to lick the long vein on the side of her neck. Rachel let out another moan, this one louder, as Quinn bit down on the tender area and sucked, then soothed the bruise with her tongue. She brought her head back enough so that she could see the mark she made and, satisfied with the result, she dragged her tongue along one of Rachel's collarbones and then placed soft kisses along the other.
"Quinn...," Rachel whined softly, as Quinn's finger tips had begun tickling her ribs.
"Mmmm," was all Quinn could respond with as her teeth found Rachel's nipple through the cotton of her bra.
Rachel tried to stifle a cry as Quinn bit down gently on the sensitive flesh and then whispered in desperation, "Tell me this is real."
Quinn released her nipple and replaced it with the palm of her hand, gently kneading the area to relieve the sting. She used her free hand to caress her cheek, tenderly brushing back a strand of hair that had stuck to her lips and then ran the pad of her thumb along her bottom lip. Bending her thumb slightly so that Rachel's lip pulled downwards with it, Quinn looked into Rachel's brown eyes that had turned near black with arousal, "This is real, Rachel."
Quinn's hand stretched out across Rachel's cheek, cupping the side of her face and she kissed her again to prove to her and to herself that it wasn't just some dream. She then dropped her hand onto the desk to steady herself as she pushed her hips flush against Rachel's sex, rolling her hips to the silent rhythm in her head. Rachel's legs instinctively wrapped themselves tightly around her waist and she bit down hard on Quinn's lip as their hips met, only feeding Quinn's lust and she grabbed onto Rachel's hips with both hands, rocking more forcefully against her.
She broke away just enough so that she could hook her thumbs under her training bra and pull it over her head, discarding it alongside the tank top, and took a moment to enjoy her small, firm breasts. Quinn ran her hands along Rachel's bare chest stopping to thumb her already erect nipples, causing the shorter girl to inhale sharply and drop her head back, tempting Quinn to bite at her neck once more, which elicited another soft cry from her. She leaned down, flicking a nipple with her tongue before taking the dusky nub into her mouth and sucking it. Rachel's hands immediately lifted off the desk and tangled into Quinn's hair, gasping with pleasure as Quinn lightly tugged on it with her teeth, this time without the cotton barrier. Quinn moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment then returned to Rachel's lips.
Rachel's hands slipped down to Quinn's neck, pulling apart the bikini strings at her neck, then dragging her nails down her back until they reached the second tie and undid that one as well. The top slipped from Quinn's breasts and Rachel pulled away to see what she had uncovered. Her hands shook as she covered the blonde's breasts, lightly grazing her thumbs over her nipples, causing Quinn to moan and thrust her hips forward against Rachel. The force of the movement caused Rachel to fall backwards onto her elbows and Quinn took the opportunity to hike up the plaid skirt around her waist.
Rachel's panties were plain and white, not a surprise to Quinn, however the dampness that was there had soaked them through and the smell of her arousal was intoxicating. Quinn realized she must have been staring for some time, because when she finally tore her eyes away and looked back up at Rachel, she was chewing on her lip nervously, with a look of embarrassment.
"Sorry," Rachel said softly, once their eyes had met.
"For what," Quinn asked, having no idea what Rachel needed to be sorry for, as she had never been more turned on in her life.
Rachel pointed to the front of Quinn's jean shorts, which had a very clear wet patch from where they were grinding together, and Quinn could not stifle the aroused groan the slid from her lips.
"I need to fuck you now," Quinn said harshly and her voice was so thick with want, it even surprised herself. Rachel swallowed visibly and nodded her approval, causing Quinn to yank her forward, against herself, so she could reach behind her and unzip the skirt.
"Although I am very pleased with the sturdy workmanship of your desk and for future endeavours it would provide an excellent structure suitable for sexual encounters," Rachel said softly and then paused as she looked over at Quinn's bed.
"But you don't want your first time to be on a desk," Quinn smirked, finishing the sentence for her.
"Not particularly," Rachel admitted while Quinn drew her into her arms, pressing her against her tightly and pulled her off the desk. The skirt slid easily from Rachel's hips as she stood on shaky legs, leaving her in her wet panties and knee-high socks. As Quinn nudged her backwards towards the bed, Rachel focused her attention to the button on Quinn's shorts and her fingers desperately fumbled with the fasten. The button finally popped open and Rachel feverishly tugged the zipper down, immediately causing the cut offs to fall and join all their other clothing littering the floor. Rachel moaned her appreciation to the skimpy black thong she was wearing and Quinn pushed her back onto the bed. Quinn tore a sock from each leg and then ran her hands up and down the insides of her thighs then replaced them with her nails, each time deliberately bumping against her centre and getting a whimper from Rachel.
"I can't-," Rachel started, but the words were lost as Quinn dragged her knuckles over her panties again. Quinn understood the message though, and ended her teasing, pulling Rachel's panties off her hips and down her legs.
"God Rachel, you're so wet," Quinn said hungrily as she ran a finger up and down her slit. Rachel could only moan in response as her body shook each time Quinn grazed her swollen clit. Quinn's finger traced her tight entrance as she crawled up Rachel's body, kissing and biting a trail until she bit down on Rachel's bottom lip and then whispered in her ear, "I think the answer is fairly evident, but I'm going to ask anyway. Are you ready?"
"Yes," Rachel managed to groan and Quinn didn't wait another second before forcing a finger through her barrier and inside of her. A scream slipped from Rachel's lips and her nails dug painfully into Quinn's shoulder blades as she closed her eyes and buried her face into the curve of Quinn's neck.
"Are you ok," Quinn asked with concern when Rachel's body still hadn't relaxed. She had been a lot tighter than she had expected and even with just the one finger inside her, she could feel her walls clamped down around her.
Rachel finally dropped her head back onto the bed and Quinn caught a glimpse of the tears in her eyes before Rachel's hands quickly wiped them away. She smiled at Quinn, a genuine smile and said, "I'm fine. It's better now. It was just- it only hurt for a moment."
Quinn began to move inside her, slowly at first all the while holding Rachel's eyes with her own and tenderly whispering words of how beautiful she was. But as she picked up the pace and had begun to use her thumb to encircle her clit, she could tell that Rachel could no longer hear anything she was saying. By the time she was able to add a second finger, Rachel's eyes and closed and she was biting her lip so hard it was white.
Then her fingers were bruising the tender flesh of Quinn's ass as Rachel matched each thrust by raising her hips off the bed and seconds later her hand had somehow found its way into the front of Quinn's thong. The unexpected fingers suddenly sliding against her, caused her steady rhythm to falter and Quinn's eyes closed at the feel of her fingers gently spreading her folds open and running her fingers along her entrance. The contact was suddenly broken, as the fingers disappeared from inside her panties and Quinn's eyes opened in disappointment. What she saw, however, caused her disappointment to vanish. Rachel was gazing at her moistened fingers and then she looked up at Quinn under her dark lashes as she took each digit into her mouth and sucked it clean, moaning softly as she did.
"Fuck, Rachel," Quinn growled and kissed her, sucking the remnants of her taste from Rachel's lips. Rachel's thumbs hooked into the sides of Quinn's thong as she pushed it as far down as she could reach and Quinn shimmied out of it, kicking it to the floor. She could tell Rachel was close as the noises she was making were increasing in intensity and her hands kept searching for something to hold on to. She knew they were both going to be bruised and marked the next day. Rachel's hand once again found her slick folds and this time she drove two fingers inside her while frantically circling her sensitive bundle of nerves, bringing her close to climax in such a short time, Quinn hadn't even known it was possible. Then with a few final thrusts, Rachel's hips bucked and a strangled cry filled the air as her body erupted in a massive explosion of sensations and the sight of Rachel coming, and the fingers still inside her, was enough for Quinn to follow moments after, pressing their slick foreheads together as they both panted from the exertion of their climaxes.
Quinn removed her fingers slowly, as Rachel's body still trembled with the aftershocks, and then sucked on one of her moistened digits, before slipping the other past Rachel's lips. Rachel's eyes stayed on hers as she closed her lips around the finger and sucked, swirling her tongue over the tip as she tasted herself.
Rolling off of Rachel and laying beside her, to give her some air, the dark haired girl followed her movement resting her head an inch from Quinn's on her pillow and she threw an arm and a protective leg over Quinn's body. Quinn glanced over at her and Rachel was staring at her with the hints of a smile and Quinn wanted to say something, tell her that this was the best night she had ever had, but the way that Rachel was looking at her, told her that she already knew.
The next morning, Quinn was the first to awake, but since Rachel's body was still draped over her own, she could not bring herself to move and disturb her. She had no need to move anyhow. The warm feeling of her soft naked body against her own made her never want to move again.
It had been amazing with Rachel the night before. The things that she felt she had never known she would ever be capable of feeling had suddenly become a reality and life had become so much brighter, made so much more sense. Everything seemed to fit perfectly into place, just how their bodies were fitting together so perfectly at that moment.
So she couldn't figure out why, after she had the night of her dreams, the dark haze was starting to cloud over as it did every morning when she woke up. That deeply dark moment she had every morning before she had her first drink where the most destructive thoughts came to her. She looked over at Rachel's flawless face, inches from her own, and at how peaceful and content she looked and tried to push the dark away.
She felt as Rachel stirred from her sleep and stretched. Quinn expected to see panic and regret in her eyes when she noticed that she was in bed naked with her, but instead when the sleepy eyes found her own a smile spread across her lips and she moaned the word, "Morning."
"Hey," Quinn replied, smiling back, "You snored all night."
Rachel gasped and covered her mouth with her hand, but Quinn burst out laughing and Rachel, punched her arm playfully, "Rachel Berry doesn't snore."
"No," Quinn agreed seriously, tracing her finger along Rachel's jawline, "You don't snore. Do you want some breakfast?"
"Sure," Rachel replied, yawning.
Quinn crawled over Rachel and towards her closet, as she got dressed in a pair of shorts and a halter top, then looked over at Rachel, who was examining her panties from the night before. Quinn laughed as she pulled a pink thong from her underwear drawer and tossed it at her, "I think you'd better put this on."
"Thanks," Rachel smiled, and slipped them on, while making an uncomfortable face.
"Not used to thongs," Quinn questioned, watching Rachel squirm as she slipped her clothes back on.
"No," Rachel shook her head, "With the amount of short skirts I wear-."
"I think it looks sexy," Quinn said, wrapping her arms around Rachel's waist, once she was finished dressing, and kissed her.
"Oh Quinnie, you're up," her mother commented as Quinn entered the kitchen, "I made us some breakfast." Her mother pushed a cosmopolitan towards her and she took a sip of her own. Suddenly noticing Rachel standing behind Quinn she said, "Who's your friend?"
"Mom, this is Rachel," Quinn replied, pulling her out from behind her and Rachel gave her a small wave. "Remember from Glee?"
"Right," her mother said as she took another glass down from the cabinet, "Your mother has my granddaughter. Cosmopolitan?"
"I'm seventeen," Rachel said, taken aback by both the blatant statement about her birthmother and the offer of alcohol. She looked from Quinn to her mother, confused, but Quinn didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary, as she picked up the drink that was made for her and sipped it.
"I'm sorry," Quinn's mother laughed shaking her head, "What kind of drinks are the kids drinking these days? Screwdrivers?"
Rachel's mouth fell open in shock, where most teens had to hide their underage drinking, Judy Fabray was promoting it.
"She's just going to have some orange juice," Quinn replied for her, after Rachel hadn't answered in some time, and Quin's mother nodded and began to head out towards the patio.
"Nice to see you again, Michelle," Judy called back as she closed the patio door behind her.
"Rachel," Rachel replied softly, staring at the door blankly where Quinn's mother had just exited. "Your mother-"
"I know," Quinn said cutting her off and forcing a big Quinn Fabray smile, "Let's just not talk about it."
Quinn handed her a glass of orange juice and then took a noticeably large gulp of her cosmopolitan as she looked through their pantry for breakfast food.
Rachel leaned back on the counter and watched her, "I can't believe you're drinking at 10 AM."
There was the voice that Quinn dreaded. The tone that Santana hadn't given her yet and her mother was incapable of using as her enabler. Complete disappointment. Quinn wasn't good at being on the defensive, she always ended up saying things she never meant, and she could already tell this was going to be one of those times.
"We don't all have perfect Rachel Berry lives, Rachel," Quinn snapped, watching as Rachel cringed and dropped her eyes to the ground. Quinn sighed and then added in a softer voice, "We're gonna need to have a talk about everything."
Rachel's eyes quickly glanced back up to her curiously, "About what exactly?"
"About what happens next."
A/N2: I may continue this if there's enough interest. Haven't decided yet.
