Just a little continuation for the first one.
Quinn has become even more horrible in this one, it pains me to say.
I don't know, I think I just really like writing angst. Angst and smut. These are my kingdoms.
But I've thrown in some nice Hummelberry friendship in there too, just so Rachel can stop having such a shocker for five minutes.
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Untitled Faberry fic Part Two
That ice cold slushie was like a punch in the face. I don't think those jocks realise just how painful it actually is. But they all seem to just love to start their day by chucking one in my face, and today was no exception. On any other day I would just let it slide, clean myself up, change into the extra set of clothes I always bring to school with me now, and carry on with my day unscathed. But today's slushie facial was particularly painful.
She was standing right there. Quinn was standing by her locker with Santana and Brittany, ignoring me as she always did when we were at school. I couldn't help but look at her, even though I knew she would never acknowledge me in front of her friends. I couldn't help but think about being alone with her, about making love to her, about what was underneath that Cheerios uniform...
I didn't even see Puckerman coming. I was completely lost in thoughts of Quinn when all of a sudden he walked around the corner and threw a grape flavoured slushie in my face without missing a beat. I shivered as I felt it dripping through my clothes, and as I wiped the corn syrup out of my eyes I saw her. She was standing right there, looking at me. And laughing.
I ran off to the girls' bathroom before she could see me cry. Once I got there I was too distraught to even clean myself up. I was too overcome with pain and embarrassment to even think. Seeing her laughing at me was like proof that she didn't really care. There wasn't the slightest bit of remorse in her eyes as she watched me get slushied. She found it just as funny as everyone else in the hall did. I didn't matter to her. But I knew that even then if she told me she was horny and she wanted some, I'd come running. Like an idiot.
"Rachel?" I heard someone say next to me.
I was crying too hard to even realise someone else was in the bathroom, although I was surprised to see that it was Kurt Hummel standing beside me.
"K-Kurt," I stammered, wiping my eyes. "What are you – what are you doing in the girls' bathroom?"
"They're cleaner," he said. "And there's less chance of anyone trying to flush my head down the toilet. What happened to you?"
"Slushie," I whispered.
"Ah," he nodded knowingly. "Been there. But what's with the tears? I mean, I know it doesn't get any less depressing with time, but I assumed you'd be used to it by now."
I felt fresh tears burning my eyes and I just didn't have the will to lie any more.
"I love her so much," I said quietly, tears pouring down my cheeks again. "And she treats me like crap. I just got slushied right in front of her and all she did was laugh. She doesn't even care."
"Who?" he said, looking both confused and concerned at the same time.
"Quinn," I said so quietly that I was surprised he even heard me.
"Quinn Frabray?" he said incredulously. "As in head Cheerio, president of the Celibacy Club, bitchy blonde cliché Quinn Frabray?"
I nodded.
"You're in love with her?"
I nodded again. "But you don't understand. It's not like some pointless crush on a popular kid that's never going to be reciprocated. She uses me. She knows exactly how I feel about her and she uses me. She acts like she wants me, but really she doesn't care at all. We get to have sex sometimes, but only when she says so and if I mention anything about my feelings for her she gets mad, and she made me promise not to tell anyone because it would ruin her reputation."
"Wait," said Kurt, taken aback. "Quinn is president of the Celibacy Club, and yet she's having sex with you?"
"She thinks that it doesn't count because I'm a girl," I said. "She says that God never wanted us to have intercourse of with our own sex, so technically she'd only be breaking her vow if she slept with a boy, which she hasn't done."
"Wow," he said sarcastically. "So she's mean, manipulative, bitchy and stupid. What a catch. I can totally see why you love her so much."
I sobbed even harder.
"Pull yourself together, Berry," Kurt said sternly. "Quinn Frabray is not worth crying over. Now, firstly we need to get you cleaned up and wash all the corn syrup out of your hair. Now I assume, like most of the intelligent students at this school, that you bring a change of clothes with you just in case of an unexpected slushie attack?"
"In my, erm... in my bag," I said, wiping all the tears and slushie off my face.
Kurt helped me to clean up – he had a bunch of skincare products and even a miniature hair dryer in his bag – and, even though he kind of turned his nose up at my clean clothes, he was being incredibly nice to me. It was... weird.
"Why are you being so nice?" I had to ask once I'd calmed down a little.
He looked at me with an arched eyebrow. "It's called sympathy, Berry. You may not be a particularly likeable most of the time, but nobody deserves to be treated the way Quinn's treating you."
He turned me around so we were both looking at the mirror.
"Look at yourself," he said. "You deserve better than this, you know you do. I mean, yes, you dress like a colour-blind kindergarten teacher, but you're gorgeous. And that means a lot coming from me. I don't really find girls attractive in the traditional sense of the word."
"You surprise me," I couldn't help but say.
He gave me a sideways glance, before saying "My point is that you could do a lot better than Quinn Frabray. You deserve someone who cares about you, someone that loves you just as much as you love them – someone who is proud to have you as a girlfriend. You deserve romance. Movie romance. Broadway romance. How can you ever hope to be a leading lady if your letting that bitch walk all over you?"
"I know," I said quietly. "You're right, you're totally right. But... it's complicated. I'm not sure whether I can let go of it all that easily. It's kind of like she has some weird hold on me. I know she's terrible for me and I know that she's just going to end up hurting me again. But I always go back to her when she tells me to. I just don't know whether I'll be able to say no to her."
"You've got to," said Kurt. "You have to be strong, Rachel. You're in control of every other part of your life. You're focused and you're ambitious and you're driven – to the point where it's kind of unbearable. Don't let her take all the control away. Don't let her screw your life up. You're worth more than that."
We turned around to face each other again. It was so touching having someone be this nice to me. Especially Kurt as he was the last person I ever thought would be concerned about my wellbeing, if all his sarcastic comments about me at Glee Club were anything to go by. I was so moved by his act of kindness that I couldn't help but thank him and give him a hug.
"Erm... any time," he said, taken aback, as he awkwardly pat me on the back. "Come on, let's get to class."
All of Kurt's advice was swimming in my mind for the rest of the day, so much so that I didn't even storm out of the room when Mr. Ryerson once again overlooked me for solo that I would have been perfect for. I had too much going on in my head to care about his short-sightedness. I was trying to pluck up the courage to say no to Quinn. I knew it was only a matter of time before she approached me. Kurt was right, I deserved so much better than her. She was terrible for me, and I needed to rid myself of her forever. But it was easier said than done.
I was walking down the steadily emptying hall at the end of the day when I heard a familiar voice say "Hey, Man Hands."
I turned around to see Quinn standing in the doorway of a deserted classroom. Her arms were folding and she was glaring at me.
"In here," she said sternly. "Now. I need to talk to you."
I followed like the obedient little idiot I was. She shut the door behind us so we were completely alone.
"My parents are going to be out late tonight," she said. "You're to be at my house at 7'o'clock sharp. If anybody asks, we're just studying together."
Ordinarily I was have agreed without question – I jumped at any opportunity to make love to Quinn, even if it was entirely on her terms – but all of Kurt's advice from earlier was still in my head. I needed to stand up for myself. I needed to say no to her. I stood up straight and folded my arms.
"I don't think so," I said defiantly.
Her eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"
"I don't want to come to your house tonight," I said, glaring at her.
"Nonsense," she said with a smirk. "Of course you do. You're always dying to get into my pants. Now do as you're told, Treasure Trail."
"No," I said. I could feel the anger bubbling up inside me.
Somehow her eyes managed to get even narrower. "No?"
"No," I repeated. "I'm sick of this. I'm sick of you taking advantage of me and treating me like garbage. It's over, Quinn. Go find someone else to walk all over."
There was a moments worth of painful silence, where Quinn started at me.
"You're breaking up with me?" he said quietly.
"I would be if we were actually dating," I said. "I'm just ending whatever this is."
She took a few steps towards me, and I instinctively took a few steps back. I had never seen her looking so angry. It was actually kind of scary.
"And who says you get a say in when this is over?" she said, shoving me hard into a nearby table.
She pinned me to the table, her face really close to mine. I tried to push her away but she grabbed my hair.
"I call the shots," she said through gritted teeth. "I make the rules, and I say when it's over. All you need to do is shut your mouth and do as you're fucking told! Do I make myself clear?"
Tears were stinging my eyes. She was holding onto my hair so tight that I thought she was going to rip it out. I had never been so afraid of her.
"Y-yes," I whispered, crying before I could stop myself. "I'm s-sorry."
"So you should be," she said.
She let go of my hair, flattening it and brushing it behind my ears. He moves were gentle, but I still couldn't help but flinch.
"Why ever would you want to end it with me, sweetie," she said softly, her hands wiping my tears away and stroking my cheek. "You love me, you know you do. And we have such a great time together, don't we?"
She moved her hands down from my face to her chest, caressing my breasts. I nodded nervously, my breath catching in my throat.
"Exactly," she whispered. "I don't know where you get these silly ideas from, sweetie."
She leaned in a kissed me, her hand sliding up my skirt, and I couldn't help but kiss her back. She moved me so I was sitting on the table, my legs wide apart. I felt her hand stroking my inner thigh before moving my panties out of the way. Her thumb rubbed against my clit, making me gasp against her lips. This sort of thing hardly ever happened – Quinn had never liked doing anything to me. It was all about her orgasm usually, but now seemed completely different. She was rubbing my clit faster and faster, her tongue attacking my mouth, until I was so wet I could barely stand it. I cried out and threw my head back as I felt two of her fingers enter me. Her lips and teeth attached themselves to my neck as she fucked me hard with her fingers, her thumb still rubbing again my clit. I was sure people walking past the classroom could hear me moaning, but I was past caring. All I cared about was Quinn's heavenly fingers inside me and that mouth on my skin. Her bites still hurt like they always did, but I almost wanted her to hurt me. What was I thinking trying to end things with her? Why would I ever want to end anything this wonderful? I wanted her to hurt me, leave her mark on me, because I was hers. I was her property, and she was rewarding me with those skilful fingers for coming to my senses. Waves of pleasure crashed over me as I reached my orgasm. I whimpered her name as my whole body trembled and my back arched. It was the most incredible feeling in the world.
Quinn removed her fingers and wiped them on my skirt, looking at me with a satisfied smirk.
"My house. 7'o'clock," she said.
I was too breathless to speak. All I did was nod, a sudden sense of defeat setting in.
"That's my girl," she said, patting my head.
She kissed me on the cheek and left the room without a backwards glance.
There was a part of me that knew it was never going to work. Her power over me was just too strong. I knew that Kurt was right about her – she was manipulative and horrible and didn't care about me at all. I deserved so much better than her. But I couldn't end things with her, not now. I still loved her, still needed her, and that was never going to go away.
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