Finally posting my first Faberry fic! Woohoo, I'm popping my Faberry cherry. ;)
She's been there too long. She arrived earlier than everyone else and didn't waist anytime getting ahead of her friend's beer and shot counts. Her wife's included. She's definitely had more than double what everyone else has had.
She doesn't really contribute much to the conversation either. She just watches as her friends talk and laugh, sharing their week with one another-just like they do every Friday night. She'll give a nod or a smile when it's needed, but other than that, no one really expects more from her. She's not who she used to be. She hasn't been for awhile now. They all know it, and they all know why.
She brings the bottle to her lips again and almost spills the contents over herself when her arm jerks. She whips to her right, glaring at the girl who had elbowed her. Her best friend wasn't even looking her way, just ignoring her previous actions and staring amusingly at something ahead.
"What the fuck, Santana!" she hisses, irritated with her friend's antics. Santana still pays her no mind, transfixed with something on stage. That only serves to piss Quinn off further. Her eyes quickly scan for whatever has caught the Latina's attention.
At first, she thinks she's just had too much to drink. How can her wife be on stage when she's clearly sitting right next to her? She turns to her left and is startled when the seat next to her is empty. Her brain still not catching up, she continues to stare at the vacant seat intently for a few seconds, and then quickly shakes her head.
Where did she go?
The sound of a mic being tampered with and tested on stage brings her back. Her focus now on the man trying to get everyone's attention. "Listen up, I know it isn't karaoke night, but we have a special guest here tonight," he says brightly, unable to contain his excitement. "You might remember her from-…"
His enthusiastic speech goes unheard by Quinn when she realizes he is referring to her wife, who she now remembers seeing on stage. She quickly finds her wife standing a few feet away from the announcer and freezes. Rachel is staring directly at her. Dark eyes begging her not to look away.
Rachel looks tired, and the sadness Quinn finds in her eyes makes her feel like crying. Her heart beat quickly picks up speed as the eager man on stage finally presents her wife to the crowd. As Rachel steps up to the podium, eyes never once straying, her face transforms. A look of pure want and determination now played along her features, it made Quinn's spine tingle. Then Quinn recognized that all too familiar look of regret hidden in her eyes.
And Quinn is reliving everything all over again. The apologies. The tears. The pain that hasn't diminished since that day and still hurts like nothing Quinn has ever felt before.
She hates it. She hates that look more than anything.
Quinn snaps her eyes away, right as the crowd finishes cheering for Rachel's unexpected appearance. A sigh quickly follows through the speakers and fills the room with Rachel's sorrow. Quinn doesn't care. Her eyes now glued to anything but the person on stage, her temper quickly rising. Quinn doesn't want to be serenaded. Does she think it's that simple? That everything that has happened will be forgotten with a simple song and they will go back to being what they used to be?
They'll never be what they once were.
And Quinn simply doesn't have the strength to walk away from their broken marriage. She just can't do it. She's tried, many times actually. But she always comes back before Rachel even notices she's left. Since she can't, she'd hoped that Rachel would. She's tried to push her away, to push her into leaving, but Rachel wouldn't go. Rachel had promised her she would never leave, she still does, and Quinn knows she never will.
Rachel clears her throat and quickly composes herself as her requested song begins to sound. She's more than acquainted with Quinn's behavior, she saw this coming, and it won't be getting in the way of her performance tonight. Quinn was going to listen. She was going to hear her. She had to hear her.
As long as this world
Keeps on spinnin' around
I'll keep hangin' on to this love that I found
I won't let go, cause I know
I have something that is true
And I will never ever quit loving you
Quinn's breath hitched as soon as Rachel voice rang out. She had to stop herself from looking her way again. She's never heard Rachel sound so...voluptuous. But she doesn't want to look at her, she can't look at her. And she knows Rachel eyes hadn't strayed away from her. She can feel those eyes burning into her.
There will be days
When you get down
And you've got to find ways to keep your feet on the ground
Oh but honey, please remember
Even when I'm feelin' blue
That I will never ever quit loving you
The lust dripping off Rachel's voice only fueled Quinn's anger. More so because it was making Quinn want to look at her. She ground her teeth together, hard. She won't look. She gripped her chair until her knuckles turned white and her muscles began to ache. She won't look. She snapped her eyes tightly shut. She won't fucking look.
Rachel sang louder.
And crazy times like these (oh woa woa woa)
There's nothing like your love to put my soul at ease
Quinn's body began to tremble. Her breath getting heavier as Rachel's voice devoured her.
Cause every time you choose to come around
This whole world seems to slow on down
A sudden whisper to her ear makes Quinn jump, startled, she opens her eyes.
"You know she's asking you to fuck her right?" Santana asks, staring at Quinn with a cocked brow. Her face was serious and Quinn knew she was trying to hide her concern. She ignores her best friend.
You just keep on huggin' and kissin'
Oh and love me like you do
And I will never ever quit loving you
It's too much now. She knows she's going to regret it, but there really isn't anything she can do to stop it.
You just keep huggin' and kissin'
Oh and love me like you do
She looks.
Hazel eyes finally meeting wanting brown. An audible gasp is heard from the singer as two hearts skip the same beat. Quinn looks on with fire in her eyes, matching the lustful ones staring back. The heat making its way to Rachel's core is making her voice come out even raspier than before, making the hairs behind Quinn's neck stand straight.
And I will never ever quit loving you
And I will never ever quit loving you
The hungry way in which Quinn is looking at Rachel is making her knees shake. Her voice beginning to tremble, she pushes herself to finish the song.
Never quit loving you
Never quit loving you
Never quit loving you
The room erupted immediately after she sang the final words. It brought Rachel back to reality and she finally gave her attention to the rest of her audience. Putting on her show face, she slowly bowed and then waved as she made her way off stage.
"Quinn?" Santana says, lightly nudging the blonde. She looked completely spaced out and it was beginning to worry her. As it was the rest of the table. They all just continued to stare at Quinn, a little worried that she might be having another melt down.
"San, is Quinn okay?" Brittany whispers to her girlfriend after Quinn failed to respond, or even move. "Is she going to get really sad and moody again?" She finishes with a frown.
Before the Latina can respond, Quinn abruptly stands, making everyone at the table flinch. She shakily moves past them and quickly begins to make her way to the approaching diva.
Rachel is a few feet away from the table when the blonde reaches her. Before a word can be uttered, Quinn roughly grabs the back of the singer's neck, swallowing the tiny girls gasp as she crashes their lips together forcefully. Quinn's tongue quickly invades Rachel's mouth, causing a loud moan to erupt from the diva's throat.
Quinn is sloppy and rough. Really rough, but Rachel doesn't care. All that matters is that Quinn was kissing her again, and it was amazing. She knew Quinn was a lot drunker than any of them, but Rachel just didn't give a fuck. The hand still gripping the back of her neck was getting tighter, but Rachel ignored it. She ignored the pain and kissed her wife back with everything she had.
Quinn's other hand soon made its way to Rachel's rear. A hard squeeze makes Rachel break the kiss with a yelp, panting harshly for air. That doesn't deter the blonde and she quickly attaches her lips to the divas neck. She sucks and licks every inch of exposed flesh, making the tiny brunette tremble. Rachel's body was on fire, but she knows this is not the place for such behavior. She tries to pull back but that only makes Quinn hold her closer and bite down on her neck. It causes Rachel to whimper pathetically. God, she wanted her wife so badly, but it's not like they can just get it on right here and now.
Finally, Quinn releases the tight hold on her neck, relieving some of the pain the brunette was in and begins traveling her hand down the diva's petite frame. She stops when she reaches a tan thigh, teasing the smooth skin. Reluctantly, Rachel tries pulling away again. "Quinn, everyone is staring," she breaths out desperately. Quinn growls in response, biting her slender neck once more. It was harder than the first bite and Rachel winces in pain.
The diva panics when the blondes hand begins to slowly make its way higher up her thigh. "...pl-please, Quinn," she pleads but it seems to go unheard by the taller woman. Heart beating widely in her chest, Rachel recalls one of the tricks that always made the blonde fall apart. It made Quinn surrender to Rachel's every whim. Would it still work after everything that's happened? It could also feed Quinn's desire and make the blonde rip into her there and now in front of everyone…Fuck it, she had no other options.
Rachel swiftly moves her head forward and bites down on Quinn's ear, giving it a rough tug. Quinn instantly halts, letting out a shaky breath. "Baby, take me home," Rachel husks, licking the shell of Quinn's ear, "I need you so badly…please."
Quinn pulls back, not fully letting go of the smaller girl and just stares at her intently. Rachel kind of wants to laugh. Quinn looks so confused and Rachel just wants to rap her up in her arms and never let go. What Quinn says next robs her lungs of any oxygen.
"I love you."
Tears shining in her eyes, Rachel quickly swallows the lump in her throat. They had to get out of here. "You can do whatever you want to me once we're home."
Her back slams against their bedroom wall with such force it causes one of their hanged picture frames to fall. Pain shoots up her body as she hears the glass shatter and Quinn smashes their lips together once more. Rachel ignores the pain and kisses her wife hungrily. She doesn't care how rough the blonde is with her tonight. She's missed her. She needs her.
Quinn's hands grip her tightly by the waist as their tongues move urgently against each other. Her lungs soon begin to burn with need once more, but Rachel's focus lies solemnly on her wife's touch. She was in complete shock earlier when her wife began to touch her like she had before; she barely had a moment to process all that her wife was doing to her. But now, she marvels at the feeling. She hadn't felt those hands on her in so long. She's sure to pass out just of how good she feels in this moment. Even though it's more than likely from the lack of air, she refuses to part from the blonde.
However, Quinn soon pulls back panting, watching as the brunette throws her head back desperate for air. Her chest heaving widely as the blonde just stares at the image before her…
He latches his lips to her neck sucking profusely as she throws her head back gasping for air. She grabs him behind the neck as his lips begin descending lower. Eyes closed, lips parted, she whimpers in pure ecstasy as her fingers begin to twist in his hair.
"Quinn?" The brunette trembled. The blonde was glaring at her with so much disdain Rachel swore she felt her heart crack a little. Her recently overheated body had turned ice cold, and the first moment she ever witnessed Quinn looking at her with so much hatred comes rushing back to her. Back to that night. But before Rachel could utter another word, Quinn smashes her back against the wall and begins assaulting her neck. She sucks harshly at her pulse point and Rachel lets out a whine. She throws her head back in pleasure, exposing herself more to her wife, as she begins to tangle her fingers in blonde locks. She hears a growl before strong hands are wrapped tightly around her wrists and slammed hard above her head.
His hands grip her rear as she kisses his neck. He grinds his body into her causing the brunette to gasp out loud. She bites down hard on his neck and he releases a grunt, grinding his hard member into her once more…
"You're hurting me, Quinn," Rachel winces, but Quinn makes no move to let her go. She's breathing harshly and just stares threateningly at the brunette for a few seconds before speaking.
"No touching," she says through gritted teeth. Rachel nods quickly, agreeing not to touch her wife and Quinn finally releases her hold.
Now the blonde is done wasting time. She uses both hands to grip the top of her wife's dress then without warning tears the fabric. Rachel gasps out loud at one of her favorite dresses being torn apart, but then realizes how turned on she is and doesn't give a flying fuck. The dress falls to the floor, leaving her in her underwear and Quinn is back on her lips in a second kissing her feverishly. She feels Quinn's hands begin to roam her body and lets out a content moan.
She moans loudly at the feel of his hard member grinding between her thighs. He moves his hand to the back of her dress and begins to pull the zipper down. Slowly trailing kisses along her collar bone, the dress slips off and the brunette bites the corner of her lip as she begins to untie the mans belt.
Quinn quickly pulls back angrily, "Don't-don't fucking make noise," she breaths out harshly, not even waiting for a response before attaching her lips to the other woman's neck once more. Licking, sucking and biting, Quinn slowly begins trailing her right hand down the dive's body, igniting the skin in her path. Rachel bites the corner of her lip, trying to contain the noises wanting to escape the back of her throat. She keeps her hands clenched tightly to her sides, fighting the urge to touch her wife. Delicate fingers soon stopping teasingly at the hem of her panties and she wants to fucking scream. She shuts her eyes tightly and bites down harder on her lip instead.
Quinn can feel her wife literally shaking under her touch. She looks up to find her wife biting the corner of her lip….
He trails his hand up to the woman's breast and she shivers at the touch.
Without warning she quickly brings her hand back up and roughly palms the brunette's breast, making her wife wince. Kneading roughly, Quinn urgently licks along Rachel's collar bone, crushing her harder against the wall with her body. She bites down hard when she feels the tiny brunette begin to grind herself into her. The diva couldn't hold in the painful gasp that escaped her lips. A low growl sounds near her ear and sends a jolt straight to her core. "Get on the bed."
"Take me to bed," She husks into his ear.
Chest heaving, face flushed and legs spread, Rachel grips the sheets waiting anxiously for Quinn to join her. The blonde is staring down at her hungrily, but hasn't made a single move to touch her since she ordered her onto the bed. It feels like Quinn isn't even with her at the moment. Rachel can't stand it any longer and trials her right hand down her body and dips inside her panties. Quinn said not to touch her, but she never said she couldn't touch herself. She's so turned on and so fucking wet, it's beginning to piss her off that the blonde still hasn't done anything about it.
"Inside…p-please," she begs, writhing beneath him.
She decides to break Quinn's request from earlier and lets out a throaty moan as she glides her fingers through her wet folds. It seemed to do the trick because Quinn is quick to remove her blouse, leaving her upper body in only a bra, and tosses it to the floor. Rachel swallows thickly at the sight and slowly trails her hand back up her stomach, leaving a wet trail of her arousal along the way. Quinn finally crawling her way on top of her, quickly licks the trail the brunette had made for her. Rachel writhes and grunts below her as Quinn licks her clean until she finally loses it and decides to break Quinn's last standing rule by cupping the blondes face with both hands and smashing their lips together. She invades the blonde's mouth and Quinn sucks on her tongue hungrily, making the brunette whimper.
Her hands continue down the blonde's body as Quinn leaves a burning trial of kisses along her jaw and then neck. It all seemed so surreal to Rachel, touching her wife again, her wife kissing her again with so much passion. She wanted to cry, it was incredible. Mostly because she thought this part of their relationship was over, that she was never going to get the chance to be with her wife in this way again. She reaches up to cup one of Quinn's breasts and the blonde gasps, arching into her. Spurred on, Rachel leans forward and begins sucking on her wife's neck as her hand massages the blonde through her bra.
Her hands on his bare chest, the brunette lets out a pleasurable cry as he enters her.
Before she knows what's happening, her hands are being pinned above her head once more and this time she actually does cry, because Quinn is crying…because she looks so broken.
"I'm so sorry," she sniffles out before she could stop herself. Quinn had told her to stop apologizing. She didn't want to hear it; it always made the blonde furious when the brunette would say how sorry she was. However, Quinn just leans down to kiss her. Their tears mixing together, the kiss is slow. Gentle.
With her hands still holding Rachel's wrists above her head, Quinn grinds herself against the tiny brunette. They both gasp into each other loudly and Rachel grinds herself against Quinn once more.
"I want you….please," Rachel husks pleadingly.
Tears continue to fall freely down the blonde's cheeks and Rachel leans forward to kiss them away.
"I love you," the brunette says soundly and Quinn sobs weakly.
"I love you."
"I can't," She whispers brokenly and abruptly moves herself away from Rachel, pushing off the bed and Rachel instantly curls into herself, weeping as she feels her heart crack once more. She watches as Quinn picks her blouse off the floor and begins to make her way out when something inside Rachel snaps.
"Really, Quinn? You can't even fuck me anymore?" she spits angrily, making the blonde stop in her tracks. She turns to face the brunette, fire burning in her eyes. It honestly scares Rachel, but she doesn't back down.
"You're my wife; you can't just turn me on and walk away!" she shouts as her eyes begin to shed angry tears down her face.
Quinn is seething as she reaches for their home phone on their night stand and Rachel chuckles mockingly as Quinn begins to push the buttons to make a call. "Really? You're going to make a fucking phone call right now?"
She never did forget his number. It rings in her ear as Rachel continues to yell.
He picks up.
"Hey Finn," Quinn notices the instant silence in the room and turns to look at her wife, "its Quinn." With blurry eyes Quinn watches her wife's tears fall and bottom lip involuntarily start to tremble. "Listen, Rachel's really horny at the moment," her voice cracks and she quickly clears her throat, "would you mind coming on over and giving her another good fuck?" she finishes through clenched teeth.
Before he can even process what she had said, she slams the phone back into the receiver. She turns to Rachel and she's sobbing loudly into her pillow. She lifts the phone up again and slams it down even harder. Then she does it again, and again. Rachel cries harder and Quinn continues to slam the phone until she finally grabs the whole thing, yanking the chord from the wall and flings it across the room with a painful scream. She falls to her knees and cries into her hands as she hears her wife breaking next to her.
Rachel is now one hundred percent sure she feels it this time.
Because it isn't just a little crack.
Her heart was completely shattered.
So this is suppose to be a one-shot but I'm already thinking of writing another chapter. Two-shot maybe? Review if you would like one. I have to say, I'm a bit of an angst whore so I'm not too sure you would even want one...I've never NOT written a happy ending though.