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Moore Info: So here's the second chapter and the moment of truth. At first I was planning on having this somewhere later in the story but then I decided that this chapter would be important for the things that will happen later on in the story. As I've said last chapter, I've been thinking about doing this for a while, meaning, I've had certain ideas and stuff, and this is one of them. I wanted something a little different. So with that being said, I'll leave you with a warning. The "n" word will be dropped quite a few time's and Quinn, I believe, say's it twice. So if you're still interested enjoy and I'll meet you at the bottom.
Two Years Ago
"Yes," Quinn said monotonously as soon as she answered her ringing cell phone.
"Yo, Q, it's your sexy bro Puck." Her best friend unnecessarily shouted into his phone.
Quinn rolled her eyes. "I know dumb ass. There's this really wicked invention they made a while ago called picture ID. Maybe you've heard of it?" As soon as she saw Puck's ugly mug light up on her screen along with LMFAO's Sexy and I know it playing as his personalized ring tone, Quinn had considered ignoring his call. It was noon on a Friday and she was sitting in her living room in her college sweats and a paint stained t-shirt, surrounded by torn moving boxes, printer and colored paper, and a whole bunch of other shit that would contribute to her project that was due on Wednesday that she wanted to get out of the way. Talking to Puck always led to the inevitable; her procrastinating. However, after thinking about it she could use a break seeing as she's been working since nine and besides, if she didn't answer the phone he would only bug the heck out of her by continuously calling her cell or her apartment's phone that she sometime forgot she even had.
"Whoa, rude much?" Puck said with feign hurt.
Quinn smirked. "What do you want?
"I want for you to answer your door." he replied mysteriously.
Quinn quirked an eyebrow. "What? There's nobody at my-" Knock. Knock.
Quinn's head snapped to her apartment's front door, her eyes narrowing suspiciously, "Puck…" she said lowly into her cell phone, dragging his name out.
Puck let out a sigh. Quinn was always so troublesome. "Just open damn door, Q."
Giving up with an exasperated, Quinn got up and walked to her front door, unlocked it before opening it to be greeted with the sight of her mohawked friend wearing a smug ass grin while still holding up his cell to his ear.
"Hey bitch!" He said happily into ear and in front of her.
Hanging up, she gave him a confused look. "What the hell are you doing here, Puck? You're supposed be in California cleaning rich peoples pools and banging bottled blond house wives."
"The Puck-man can get bottled blond house wives anywhere, and besides, I should be asking you the same thing," he said while brushing past Quinn and into her apartment, realizing that she wouldn't be inviting him in anytime soon if she continued to wear that confused expression on her face, "It's your freaking birthday! And where the hell are you? You're at your apartment working on same lame ass project," he gestured to the mess that was her living room, "when you should be out trying to bang twenty-one hot ass babes for your twenty-first birthday. And come on you even look like a bum! I get that you want to be comfortable, but damn, at least try and still look put together. You never know when that hot chick from 2c will come knocking at your door asking for some sugar. I mean, have I taught you nothing?" he asked her seriously with a hurt look upon his face as he watched Quinn finally close the door and walk the short distance to the back of her couch where she placed half of her but on top while stretching out her legs and crossing her arms.
"Hey, don't judge alright, being a college student, at Yale of all places, is hard. So, yeah, I'm going to be comfortable in my own damn house." she defended with a glare before her faced morphed into one of amusement, "Seriously, Puck, twenty-one chicks?" Quinn said with an amused smirk. He gave a small shrug before dropping his black duffle bag, that Quinn finally took notice of, to the apartment's dark carpet.
"You can never dream too big," he said as he made his way through the living room and into the kitchen where he uncaringly opened up Quinn's refrigerator and pulled out a wine cool with a look of disgust written on his face, "What the heck is this? Since when have you been drinking the drink of pussies? He said while staring at Quinn as if he didn't know who she was.
"Oh, fuck off, yeah? These taste good," Quinn defended as she snatched her guilty pleasure from his hands, "and besides, that chick from 2c liked it." Quinn said with a smirk while putting the drink back inside her fridge before grabbing two bottles of water and holding out one for her bro to take.
"Oh, shit! Did you get some." he asked her with a wiggle of his brows, "thanks." he said as he grabbed the water, twisted it open before chugging half it down.
Quinn nodded her head three times with a wide fake smile before smoothly turning it into a shake.
"No, I didn't , butttt," Quinn drawled out excitedly before jogging out of the kitchen and into her living room, leaving a unamused puck behind then returning a few seconds later, "look it, she let me borrow the text book Professor Wilson required for his course that she got from some second hand book store; it's filled to the brim with some pretty legit annotations. Whoever previously owned this was a freaking genius. They explain things so much easier than Wilson's old ass." She said happily as she flipped through the pages to show an uninterested Puck, who just stared at Quinn with a horrified look on his face. Who was she? Surely this wasn't Quinn 'fucking' Fabray? The one who banged their whole high school golf team and half the soft ball team?
"See, man, that shit right there is why I'm taking you out clubbing tonight." He said disgustedly while pointing at her.
"What do you mean you're taking me out clubbing tonight?" she said confusedly with a raised brow when she lifted her head up from the textbook.
His smirk widened. "Well, Quinine, seeing as you're my best lesbro, I thought it'd be a good idea to take your educated ass away from college life here at Yale to spend a epic weekend in the NY with me. There's this new club that just opened up called Beat Twenty-Six and it's supposed to be filled with sexy people. They, like, stop ugly people at the door or something like that."
"What? No, I can't spend a weekend in New York with you! I have a project that I have to do."
"Fuck that! Dude, you only turn twenty-one once! And when's the last time you even got laid, huh? Judging by your expression, I'm gonna have to say not in a while, am I right?" Quinn reluctantly nodded, "Tonight, we're going to fix that, but first you need to get your skinny white ass in your room and get all studded up, or whatever you lesbians call it, and pack for the weekend so we can get the hell out of here!"
Quinn stared into Puck's unwavering eyes with a clenched jaw for a pause before letting out a defeated sigh and making her way towards her bedroom to carry out Puck's instructions.
"And don't forget to pack the Trojan protector! He may be annoying, but he is dependable!"
Puck brought her to a newly opened club called Beat 21 that resided in the more shady parts of New York. It was an underground club that played hip hop and was filled with mostly Blacks, Hispanics, and a good chunk of Whites. Upon passing the intimidating bouncer and walking into the club, she could immediately feel the base in her feet and the wild energy that came off of the people grinding and dancing in the pit. The entrance was on the second floor that had a walk way that went around the club where there were tables and chairs for people who wished to drink, and have a conversation with out the possibility of a some entranced dancer knocking into you. It was also where one would go and look over the railing to observer the mass of bodies moving to the beat. Though, this wasn't the type of club she would normally go to (well, she didn't really go to clubs-more like small bars that played live blues rock), she couldn't help but feel excited. It was her twenty-first birthday! Puck was right, she deserved to go out and drink (even though she's already been doing that since she was sixteen…Puck really is a bad influence) and to finally end her seven month drought of no sex. Damn, just thinking about it was depressing.
With an excited grin, Quinn turned towards Puck who was leaning over the rail and looking down at the mass of bodies with a huge grin on his face (most likely taking mental shots of the hot chicks he was going hit up later), and smacked him lightly on his arm to grab his attention.
"Are we going down there or what? You promised me birthday shots." Quinn yelled over the music with a slight bounce of her feet. While they were on the train ride over, Puck told her a list of things that they would be doing while they were there in New York; like taking two tequila shots each as soon as they entered the club. Puck's grin widened at her words and nodded his head a few times before motioning his head for her to follow him. He led them down the stairs that went into the pit where everyone was either dancing or chatting by the black walls under the walkway, where there were also tables and chairs situated. He led them to the side and under the walkway to avoided the dancing bodies and towards the back of the club where the bar took up the whole back wall.
Once reaching the bar, which had three people serving behind it, they found a clear spot that would fit the both of them; Puck ordered their shots.
"First shot goes out to your freaking twenty-first birthday! I 'am thankful that you are one year older, and that you continue being my best bro who I love." Puck says as he lifted his shot up in toast after the bar tender pored their shots. "So, here's to you my gay friend, I wish you many more fucking birthdays." He finished before throwing back his shot; Quinn did the same.
"Aww, Puck, I always knew you were soft bro." Quinn teased after she swallowed her shot.
Puck blushed. "Shut up. The Puckster is not, in anyway, soft."
"Whatever you say, man." She smirked at his denial. Puck was and always has been a softy. The first time Quinn met Puck was at their neighborhood park when they were both five. Puck had been playing with his red fire truck in the sand box when Quinn walked over and took it straight out of his hands. As soon as his fire truck was gone, his eyes immediately started watering and his lower lip had started to tremble violently. If it weren't for the fact that Quinn had started to feel guilty over the crybaby, she would have left with his toy. But Quinn gave him his damn toy back, but not without telling him he was a cry baby and that he should fight for his stuff back ('cause that's what her uncle Tommy taught her). So Quinn taught him Karate and thus cementing a lifelong friendship.
"Yeah, it is whatever I say. " Puck mocked as he handed Quinn her last shot, "Now drink up! This one goes out in hopes of getting your skinny ass laid or at least sucked off tonight." He said before throwing back his last shot and slamming it on the bar with a loud whoop. Quinn wiped trickles of tequila that spilled from her mouth while laughing at Puck with the back her hand. Puck may be soft at times, but he was crude and a borderline sex addict, but eh, she loved him.
After they finished with their shots, they both decided to spilt up and go out to brave the dance floor. Upon joining the sweaty bodies, Quinn became swept up in the bass thumping music that the amazing DJ was spinning and it wasn't long before she was joined by a dark skinned man who gave her, of what he thought , a sexy smirk before he proceeded to grind the beginnings of his hard-on on her ass. Gag me. How he could not realize that she was a lesbian from appearance was beyond her; She was wearing a white V-neck with a double rainbow on it that showed off her left arm that was covered with half a sleeve worth tattoos, black vest, black jeans, red converse, and had short, choppy blond hair that went everywhere. Seriously. Quinn quickly moved away from him and went deeper into the masses where she found a more safer spot to dance; which so happened to by right in front of a smoking hot Latina who knew how to move her hips. However after over an half an hour of dancing and one jealous boyfriend later, Quinn decided it was time for her to take a break. Those shots that she had thrown back with Puck didn't really give her a strong enough buzz. When you hang with Puck for many years, your alcohol tolerance rises.
Quinn watched the people in the pit dance as she leaned back against the bar, nursing her beer. To the right she could see some heavyset woman grinding her ass into an amazed Puck's crotch as they danced to the latest song by Chris Brown. Smirking, Quinn lightly shook her head before going back to people watching. When she was half way finished with her beer, Quinn's hazel eyes landed on a skinny, mocha skinned woman with long dark hair, dancing by herself with her eyes closed and her hands intertwined above her head while she slowly rocked her hips from side to side in a way that hypnotized Quinn. She couldn't take her eyes off of the woman. Quinn's eyes trailed up and down the woman's body, taking in the woman's exotic beauty.
"Didn't know you liked to dip your dick in chocolate, Fabray." Quinn reluctantly takes her eyes off of the mysterious dancer to glare up at Puck whom was now ordering a bar and a wine cooler for his dance partner who was waiting for him at one of the tables towards the side.
"Dude, seriously."
He raised his hands defensively. "Hey, man, I'm just saying. I've had me a few chocolate beauties. The Puck-man never discriminates. Just a little advice to one bro to another, that is if you're really thinking what I know you're thinking, remember this: While you're banging her, don't grab her hair unless she says so because she will stop the whole damn thing and leave your dick to dry," He told her with a serious look on his face. "True story; bitches don't play when it comes to their shit, you get me? Apparently they spend a lot of money for it." Quinn rolled her eyes at Puck but still stored that little piece of info in to her mind for safe keeping. You never know. Quinn brought her eyes back to the dance floor to get a look of the woman once more only to see she wasn't there. With a slight panic, Quinn quickly searched around the club before she found her at the bar to the right laughing at something the bar tender had said to her before taking a gulp of her water.
"Come on, Q, this is your chance. Go over there and buy the lady a drink," he said loudly while giving her a light push forward. Quinn, with wide eyes, frantically shook her head no. Puck growled. "If you don't fucking go over there and do something, I will, and then I'll take her back to the hotel and fuck her myself because that is one fine piece of ass that the Puckasaurus approves of. She kind of looks like that badass chick in Colombiana, Zoe…something, and you know how many times I've told you during the movie how hot she was." Quinn turned back and glared at him with a clenched jaw that would upset her dentist, yet it did nothing to Puck. Yeah, telling Quinn that he would make a move on the girl if she didn't (even though he wouldn't) could be considered dickish, but it was what he had to do if Quinn wanted to get laid tonight. Besides, he already had his own piece of cake waiting for him and wanted to get back to her before she left them club with somebody else. He loved him some fat bottomed girls.
"You wouldn't dare." Quill said lowly after a few seconds of staring him Puck down to no avail.
"No, but that guy over there would." Puck said as he motioned his head over to where a man in full gangsta gear was trying to hit on Quinn's crush who had an angry look upon her face as she tried to get him to go away.
"Come on baby, when you gon' stop playing hard to get? We both know you want that Dee." The gangsta said cockily as he pressed his body into the woman's front. Quinn could feel the anger stir inside as she watched the scene play out to the right of her through the gap that was made from the many bodies that suddenly wanted a refill from the bar. Without thinking, Quinn pushed off from the bar and started her way through the thick crowd of bodies, wishing that these fucking people would just move out of her damn way so she could get there faster. Who the hell did this guy think he was; God's gift to women? Uh, no sir. He looked ridiculous with his white shirt that went down to his knees, baggy pants that looked like it was down to his ankles, and the several silver chains that hung from around his neck.
The mocha skinned woman gave the man one hard push that caused him to stumble back into a girl who spilled her mixed drink on the right sleeve of his shirt. The gangsta looked down at his shirt sleeve and shook the excess liquid off of his shirt angrily.
"Look what you did! This shirt cost me fifty dollars!" he seethed, "you're going to pay me back for this, and I know the perfect way…"
"I don't have to pay for shit! I don't care about your damn shirt, and if you're really that bummed about it there's one that I saw at Wal-Mart that looked exactly like the one you're wearing, so just leave me the hell alone. I don't know how many times that I have to tell you; I-Don't-Wont-You! I never will." She said with blazing eyes before turning around to leave his proximity. However, she wasn't able to go far because of the sudden strong grip that wrapped around her upper arm and spin her around to be pulled roughly into the owner's pudgy body with a gasp.
"Listen here bitch; I've had it with your fucking teasing, OK?" The thug whispered harshly in the brunette's ear, "So you're g-"
"Hey!" Quinn shouted as she finally got to where the pair stood; some asshole had fell into her and caused her to fall into another ass who wanted to start something and thus slightly distracting her from her goal. But when she was finally able to get out of that confrontation, she was quickly renewed with anger when she that the thug was manhandling the defenseless woman.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, huh?" Quinn said as she puched the man's arm away from the smaller woman then gave him a light, yet effective, shove backwards before stepping in front of her protectively. "I believe she said no, ass wipe. That gives you no right to put your hands on a woman the way you just did; no right at all." The blond seethed with clenched fist that were ready to pop the thug right in his ugly mug.
The darker man looked confused as to what just happened but wasn't about to let some lesbian bitch think she could mess with him like this. He was a freaking boss, damn it!
"Who are you supposed to be?" He said with a sneer while hiking up his pants that had dropped down considerably when the blond had pushed him. "Never mind, I don't need to know because you're not important. This is between me and Kasey, but if you think for one second that it's OK to step up to a thug nigga like me like you want beef, then bitch, we got beef; you feel me?" By now, their hostile voices were attracting the attention of the club goers that were around them. But at that current moment, Quinn could only feel amusement. This fool was trying to intimidate her while trying to keep his pants from falling down. One word: priceless. But after having her little fun, she finally took in the crowd that was eagerly awaiting a possible fight.
Quinn took a deep breath in hopes that it would calm her down.
"Look, dude, I don't want any…beef." God she couldn't believe she had just said that, "all I want is for you to back the fuck off and we won't have any problems. She doesn't want your attention, so why don't you just go?" Quinn stated slowly. She hated confrontation, like a lot, and would always try and avoid it if possible, but that arrogant fucking look on his face was really pissing her off right about now.
The gangsta gave Quinn a smirk.
"It's funny how you think I give a fuck," Quinn's left fist twitched. She was about to fuck him up. Her whole body tensed and she was about this close to drop kicking his ass if it weren't for the small, warm, hands that were placed on her hips. Looking over her shoulder she was met by deep brown eyes that softly gazed into her hazel ones. Kasey squeezed her waist and pulled her back into her with a shake of her head.
"Don't, if you hurt him, you'll be the one in trouble and he'll only take advantage of that." She said while standing up on her tippy toes, talking into Quinn's left ear. The blond shivered. Jesus, her voice was, like, phone sex operator sexy and she smelled like a Bath and Body works store.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me! You fucking this hipster chick? Wow, Kasey. So you'll let some white bitch fuck you but you won't give it to a nigga?"
Quinn could see the fire ignite back into Kasey's eyes and her nose flare in anger. The brunette pooped her head out on the side of Quinn and said, "Psst, when are going to get it through that thick ass head of yours Magic! I would rather fuck her than you because, she, I can actually stand to see naked while it makes me want to vomit at the very thought of seeing you without a shirt let alone naked. Besides, I heard from Vanessa how fucking small your gimp dick is and how you had to use a vibrator to finally get her off." Everyone, including Quinn, who was paying attention to them burst out in laughter and a good amount of guys started racking on Magic about his little dick and his use of a vibrator.
For a second it looked like he was about to charge towards them but apparently had a small portion of common sense. Quinn knows martial arts, she really would have dropped kicked his ass as soon as he came into position. There was no way she was going to let Kasey get hurt while she was around.
"Alright, blondie, you can have the bitch for now, but this is not over with." he spat out while giving both of them a hate filled glare before shoving his way into the crowd in embarrassment, yelling at the people to 'get out of his fucking way'.
Quinn, who was still laughing her ass off turned her body around till she was facing Kasey, who had a satisfied smirk on her face as she stared up and into Quinn's eyes with her brown eyes that were sparkling with mischief. They both kept staring into the others eyes; Quinn still laughing and Kasey now joining in with the blond infectious laughter.
Finally, after a few more seconds of staring and laughing, Quinn spoke.
"I'm Quinn," Quinn shouted over the music as she leaned her head down a bit to be sure that Kasey would hear her.
"Kasey," the woman replied with a bite of her lip that held Quinn's eyes for a quick second.
"Are you alright? When I saw that jackass touching you like that I couldn't stop myself from coming over." The blond asked the mocha skinned woman with concern heavy in her voice and eyes.
Smiling at the blondes concern, she replied, "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks to you. If you hadn't of come then he would still be trying to get into my pants." she told Quinn with an annoyed sigh and a roll of her eyes. She walked back closer to the bar with Quinn flowing her and ordered another bottled water after catching one of the bar tenders attention.
Quinn moved closer to the woman to where she was facing Kasey's right shoulder while leaning her right side on the bar.
"Yeah, about that; what's his deal? Why won't he leave you alone?" The blond asked as she watched the smaller woman take in a few gulps of her water. How Kasey was able to make drinking water look sexy, Quinn will never know.
Kasey rolled her eyes once more at the thought of her persistent stalker and took another gulp of water.
"I met him, like, two months ago when I went to some cypher with a few of my girls. He just so happened to be one of the rappers that were in the Cypher, and he came up to me after I had a few drinks and asked me if I wanted to dance. Like I said, I had a few drinks when he asked me this so I really wasn't able to comprehend his ugliness at the time so I said yeah." Kasey told Quinn as she picked at the label that was around her bottled water. She regretted ever meeting Magic Mic, he was so freaking bothersome and only brought trouble.
Quinn scratched her head in confusion.
"So, did you like him or something?" she asked reluctantly, hoping that Kasey would answer with a negative.
As soon as the blond asked her that question, Kasey's face pulled into one of immense disgust that also caused horrifying shivers to wave over her body.
"Hell no, all I wanted to do was dance because it's what I love to do. However, I had a lot to drink so when he kissed me while we were dancing, it took me a moment to realize what the hell was going on, but when I did, you better believe I pushed his ass off. There was no way in hell those crusty lips were coming near me again." Kasey shivered once more as she thought about Magic's kissing her; that shit was disgusting. It was a miracle that she made it out alive without her lips suddenly falling off. Quinn sighed in relief and was a little peeved to hear that that jackass had kissed Kasey. He was nowhere near worthy to be able to kiss those luscious lips of hers. Seriously, they were all plump and juicy looking. There was no way he could handle those lips if he even had the slightest of a chance. Quinn thought as she stared down at said lips with a hint of longing.
"Gross…"Quinn said distractedly in reply to Kasey.
The mocha skinned woman let out a light laugh and said, "I know, right? It's why I don't drink when I go out to places where I know there's a possibility he'd be there," she said while shaking her bottled water to back up her statement, "especially after all his attempts. I'm starting to think he's even low enough to slip something in my drink." she said while holding up her bottled water up to her face in inspection as if she were to find signs that her water was spiked.
Quinn growled at that piece of information. This guy had another thing coming if he tried anything like that.
Seeing the look upon Quinn's face Kasey put her water down, faced her body towards Quinn's and placed her hand on top of the blonde's forearm that was lying along the bar top with her fist clenched in anger. Kasey brought her body closer to Quinn's that brought her violent thoughts to a halt as soon as she felt the woman's warm body against hers and then took in the dark hand that was on her pale arm. She like the clash of their skin colors together and wanted to know how the rest of their bodies would look like together.
"Calm down, Leo, I said he was low enough, not ballsy enough. He's too much of a pussy to do something like that." Kasey calmly explained while rubbing her thumb over Quinn's skin as she stared in Quinn's hazel eyes.
"It's Quinn." the blond corrected and more than a little bummed that the woman hadn't remember her name.
"I know that, you did just tell me," she replied with a teasing smirk, "I called you Leo because from the short while I've know you, you've constantly reminded me of a lion, especially when you have your hair all messy like this." Kasey said, her smirk still planted firmly on her face as she brought up her right hand and ran it through Quinn's short blond hair a few times before dropping it back down to her side. Quinn blushed intensely and was grateful of the darkness of the club. She was given a nickname by the hottest woman she's ever met. Two words: fuck yeah.
"Well," Quinn drawls out, continuing on with the previous conversation, "either way, if you stick with me I'll make sure he doesn't mess with you." As long as Quinn was there she would make sure that the little fucker stayed away. Him being anywhere near the shorter woman concerned her with the way he had grabbed her and the way he seemed to not take a hint. If she hadn't learned how to control her anger the further she got in her martial arts training, then the rapper's head really would have been rolling on the floor from one of her powerful spinning kicks…OK, his head still would have been attached, but that didn't mean that the people that had surrounded them wouldn't of heard his neck popping, that's for sure.
"And what are you insinuating, Leo?" Kasey asked Quinn with a wide, sexy smirk that made Quinn's dick twitch.
Down, Buddy…Quinn thought with a gulp.
"Um," Insert crack of the voice here, "that maybe you'd want to, you know, dance or something.. I saw you earlier; you're really good." Quinn sputtered out with a light blush, suddenly feeling her confidence dwindling the more Kasey's mischievous grin widened.
Kasey raised an eyebrow that rivaled Quinn's and let an amused smile take over her lips as she took in the nervous blond. Giving Quinn's a light squeeze on her arm, in which she was still rubbing her thumb over every now and again, Kasey gave her a slight nod of her head before saying, "Ok, let's dance."
The brunette lead them from the bar and onto the dance floor, and as they were making their way to there, the fast paced song that had been playing changed into a smooth rap song that was The Notorious B.I.G's Notorious Thug that featured Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. It wasn't necessarily a romantic song, but it did sort of feel that way. As soon as Kasey heard the beginnings of one of her favorite songs she had looked back at Quinn from over her shoulder and gave her another wide smile before speeding up her pace so they could reach the floor before BIG's deep voice started rapping.
When they found a suitable spot almost in the center of the dance floor they immediately started rocking to the song. Quinn's hands slyly found their way onto Kasey's hips while Kasey brought hers around the blond's neck, and not a space was in between them as they continued to rock to the sound of BIG's smooth voice, unaware of the glaring dark eyes that watched them as they danced obliviously.
Quinn's senses were on haywire as she tried to stay calm and dance while chanting 'down, boy' in her mind over and over to prevent herself from popping a massive boner right against the woman's stomach. However, when the song's rapper changed, so did their position. Instead of them dancing face to face, Kasey quickly turned her body around and planted her firm ass right into Quinn's crotch and proceeded to grind right into it while threading her left hand into the blonds hair and the other clutched at Quinn's pants. It was safe to say that chanting was not going to cut it. Now, Quinn was trying to picture her eight grade teacher, Mrs. Norris, naked and swimming in a pool of dip spit, but even that disgusting image could do nothing to stop her now full on boner. Kasey's ass was so warm and it felt so good grinding against her sex deprived dick, so good in fact that her cock decided to make a stand with or without Quinn's say.
Quinn could hear Kasey's surprised gasp from where her face was placed in the crook of the woman's neck as said woman grinded once more on the blonds hard dick, as if to see if it really was what she had just felt, before quickly spinning back around to look down at Quinn's erection that was confined in her jeans.
FFFFuck! Quinn groaned inside he head as she nervously watched the mocha skinned woman stare down at her crotch in confusion before she snapped her head up to look at Quinn with questioning eyes.
"Quinn, what was that? Are you wearing a strap-on or something?" Kasey said into her ear. All Quinn could do was drop her head in slight shame and embarrassment. There was nothing Quinn could do when it came to her penis and she had accepted that fact long ago, but it still was scary to tell people or have them accidentally find out about it; you never can know how someone is going to take that kind of information, no matter how well you may know them. However, Quinn really like Kasey and didn't want the woman to think she was a freak because or her abnormity. It would really hurt her if it turns out so.
"Hey, don't be like that," Kasey said softly into her ear to be sure that she was heard while pushing her body further in Quinn's and lifting the blonds head until her hazel eyes met her brown ones, "I just want you to explain to me what it is, OK? I won't get mad or anything."
Quinn closed her eyes for a few seconds as she took in Kasey's words before reopening them to meet the brunette's penetrating eyes once more before uttering, "it's not a strap on. It's my penis; I have a penis…"
Kasey slowly nodded her head a few times, processing that new piece of information while continuing to stare into Quinn's scared eyes. After a few beats, the smaller woman allowed a small smile to take over her lips before leaning her head in towards the blonds.
"Leo, I don't care if you have a penis, OK? I've only know you for, over an hour or so and I've already felt more safe with you than I've ever have with anyone else besides my brother Kent. The way you protected me from Magic made me feel special and so does the way you look at me as if you want to eat me," Kasey gave Quinn a sexy smile that made Quinn blush. She'd have to work on her poker face for it seemed the other woman could read her like a book. The mocha skinned woman let out a laugh before standing on her tippy toes and gave Quinn a lingering kiss; one that caused a sudden flash of arousal to take over Quinn's body.
"So don't sweat It, kay? I kind of think it's hot anyways," the woman said a breath away from the blonde's lips before going back to kissing them, only this time staying longer and with a stunned Quinn finally cooperating by wrapping her arms around the smaller woman's waist to pull her even more closer to her body than it already was. Quinn couldn't quite believe that she was kissing this woman and that said woman was OK with her penis. She even thought it was hot! One word: score! Quinn thought as she brought her left hand up to cup Kasey's face and make the kiss deeper while Kasey's hands found their way into the blonds backs pant pockets.
However, they were soon interrupted when the music suddenly cut off and the voice of Magic Mic took its place as he stood in the middle of the stage facing the crowd, but had his beady eyes on the couple who were now looking up at him in confusion and annoyance.
"Listen up, folks; you're in for a treat tonight.
We got some white girl up here thinking she can take a bite,
At me. Yes, I know, it's funny, fo sho, and all I know, is that this bitch has gotta go
Yo, I saw you dancing with my girl.
What's wrong with your kind?
Can't you find a valley girl?
No? Well, she don't want yo ass, so please just turn back around.
Because she only wants a thug nigga who can to lay it down.
We all know that a clit can't do what a dick can.
Me? I'll have screaming in falsetto like she was Minnie Riperton."
The crowd laughed while Quinn clenched her teeth. She could faintly hear someone saying 'damn he got you with that one white girl' from somewhere beside her but her eyes stayed on the short dark skinned man who was wearing a smug ass grin on his acne invested face that irked her.
"What's wrong Blondie?
You look like you want to have a say.
So, why not come up and take this here mic away?"
He called her out with a smirk and a raised brow. She could feel her blood rising as she removed herself from Kasey and started to move and make her way towards the stage only to be stopped by a hand curling around her wrist. Looking down at the hand around her wrist and following it upward, she was met with pleading brown eyes that softened her hardened gaze and some of her anger.
"You don't have to do this Quinn. You don't have anything to prove. Let's just leave and go back to your place, OK?" Kasey said as she rubbed her thumb against Quinn's skin that caused her to shiver. Quinn thought about it while ignoring the steadily rising boos that were direct at her. Leaving the club with Kasey sounded like the most logical thing to do. Though she had a strange talent of coming up with original lyrics on the spot for glee club when she was in high school, she knew nothing about gangsta rap other than the fact that the hood is somewhere you apparently don't want to be. Well, she did have a strange obsession with the movie 8 mile, but that was as far as her rap knowledge went if you didn't count those times in glee when that had to do rap songs for hip hop week.
"Looks like we've got a pussy in our mists, ladies and gentleman. It this who you really want to fuck tonight, baby, or do you want a real nigga like me who'd have you cumming in three second?" he cockily asked Kasey.
Kasey gagged at his words as her face scrunched in disgust. She glared up at Magic Mic as he stood up stage with the smug grin. "Yeah, you mean with your vibrator? No, I'd never fuck you, you Flava Flav looking ass motha fucka!" Kasey yelled. Everyone within hearing distance of Kasey broke out in laughter and then those after the person next to them repeated her words when they asked. Quinn herself was chuckling at the remark because after really looking at him now, she could see that he really did look like Flava Flav.
The rapper fumed, who was this bitch to talk to him like that? He was fucking boss.
"Man, fuck you hoe, nobody want yo black whole pussy no way."
That was it. Quinn saw red. Snatching her hand out of Kasey's grasp, she pushed her way towards the stage's stairs while ignoring Kasey's pleads to ignore him. She could feel the rappers eyes watching her like a hawk would a mouse as she moved through the crowd. Finally reaching the stairs, she stomped up and snatched an awaiting microphone from the DJ's outstretched hand before moving to stand almost toe to toe with the rapper.
"You rang, fucker?" the crowed simultaneous oohed while Magic Mic just smirked in her face.
Ignoring Quinn's comment the rapper continued to smirk in the blonds face while starring into her fiery eyes that would have probably burned him where he stood if she were capable. After a full minute of staring each other down, he let out an unimpressed snort before backing up a several feet and saying, "Bitches first." Cue the ooh of the crowd.
Letting out her own smirk, Quinn lifted her mic to her mouth.
"Then stop stalling, bitch, rap." The audience roared in laughter at how Magic Mic's words were thrown back at him. Quinn thought she even heard Puck scream out 'now that's my bitch' from somewhere, but she couldn't be sure.
Embarrassed, Magic Mic turned to the DJ and said, "Play that fucking beat, DJ." A bass thumping beat, that made everyone's head immediately bob, rocked the club. And that's when everything became more real to Quinn. She would be lying if she said she wasn't scared because she was, maybe even freaking the fuck out even though she appeared to be calm. What the hell did she just get herself into? She rarely listened to rap unless she was in an Eminem mood, if it was for glee, or those rare moments when she tuned on Kiss FM; which usually played Flo Rida, Pit Bull, or Nicki Minaj ,like, all the fucking time, so they don't really count since their music came with house music, not this hard beat that had a freaking tambourine and a violin playing in the background. Quinn wished she had taken Kasey up on her offer. They could have been half way to fucking right now; at least she hoped.
"Uh, uh, listen, listen;
You're fucking funny, I'll give you that.
I got a good laugh when you came up here to rap.
Howeva, I'm not gonna ease up now, no, neva.
So let me shoot you up with something cleva.
You look like you belong on an episode of true life: I'm a wanna be edition
The way you come up on this fucking stage thinking you're the shit, and,
Trying to step up to a nigga thinking you can win this.
Haha, there I go laughing again.
Imma leave yo ass bawling while I go fuck your hoe ass girlfriend,"
Magic Mic rhymed to the crowed with a cocky smile all the while making mocking jesters at Quinn and then Kasey when he said 'hoe ass girlfriend'. The crowed oohed at his lyrical jab but Quinn only clenched her jaw as her face turned red. Seeing this, Magic Mic struck.
"Uh, oh. Did I make you mad?
Did hearing the truth really make you sad?
Oh, poor baby.
Maybe you should run to your daddy and ask for a little cash.
And then when you get the dough
You can come back to me later so I can rent you out your hoe!
'Cause I'm the boss, bitch!"
And with that last line that he made sure to stare into Quinn's hate filled eyes for, he purposely dropped his mic in an 'I'm done' fashion. The crowd roared with laughter and started whooping and chanting the rappers name, who was smiling at the blond as if he already won. Magic rose his right eyebrow at her as if to say 'your move'.
Quinn felt like she really wasin the movie eight mile at this point, and kind of whished that she had worn a wife beater so she could look more gangsterish like Eminem. That was intense. The whole time he rapped she had stood there and tried to look as if his words didn't affect her just as 8 mile had taught her. However, at some points it was hard. She really wanted to punch that smug fucker in the face for all the shit he said about Kasey. Quinn didn't really know why she felt as if she had to defend the woman's honor as much as she did. I mean, Quinn was always the one to avoid conflict while Puck was the one who'd be most likely to do shit, like, let's just say; enter an impromptu rap battle to defend a woman's honor? No? Just her?
"You can do it, Leo! Don't listen to dickless, just focus!" Kasey shouted over the crowed who were now starting to slowly chant 'go white girl' over and over, much to Quinn's chagrin. The blond, having heard the woman's words, closed her eyes and said a few encouraging word like; 'make this fucker eat lyrical shit' for example, before once more opening her eyes. At this point, she was really hoping she didn't burst out in Eminem's Lose Yourself. Here goes nothing.
"Yo, DJ?
Can you give me a capella?
I want this self-appointed nigga to hear what I'm about to tell em',"
Quinn flowed smoothly into the mic. The club roared in shocked laughter, not believing that Quinn, the white girl, had the balls to say that in a club majorly filled with Blacks and Mexicans (who would also used the word freely), but no one really gave one fuck at that moment because it was funny as hell and was even more when the DJ stopped the beat at Quinn's request.
Puck, who was sitting at one of the club, tables with his the girl he had met, chocked on some of his beer at Quinn's words. This was Quinn! Thee Quinn who always smacked him upside the head when he'd would sometimes let the word slip while rapping along with Lil Wayne. Damn, she must be really pissed. He approved.
Kasey, who had the perfect view of Quinn, burst into laughter as well at Quinn's used of the "N" word. Who was this girl, Jesus! She thought as she felt a wave of arousal wash over her that caused her panties to dampen. They really needed to get this over with so she could show Quinn how much she appreciates her chivalry.
Quinn honestly couldn't believe she had said the "N" word. It just came out like she had verbal diarrhea or something. However, she couldn't show her own shock or slight fear of getting her ass jumped. No, she had to look like she had meant to say that all along and continue on her quest of lyrical murder. No matter how much she wanted to get a head start on getting the fuck out of there before she got her ass kicked.
Magic Mic couldn't believe this fucking shit! This white bitch had the balls to call him a nigga in a room full of niggas and was still fucking standing over there with that blank fucking expression on her damn face. And those jackasses, who he called 'his people', just laughed at him! Ain't this a bitch?
After the DJ cut the beat off Quinn took one last breath before continuing on,
"Now, for a second I thought about blasting you.
I could have talked about your height and your severe acne too.
Or how that Flava Flav comment was actually kind of true.
But no, I'm not going to stoop to your level.
Instead, I thought I'd teach you something that you'll always remember."
Quinn flowed smoothly into the microphone while staring intensely at Magic the whole time and not even paying attention to the crowed laughing and oohing at the light jabs that she couldn't help but throw in. Either way, she was still going to come out looking like the good guy here by the time she was done with him. And honestly, she was a little surprised that she was able to freestyle like this. She may be appearing like she was doing this effortlessly with only a few stumbles that were hardly noticeable, but in her mind she was practically thinking a mile a second on what she could or should say, or what words rhymed or sounded close enough to another. It was fucking hard to do, but she was somehow doing it and it was awesome.
However, right now Magic was looking unimpressed, but that's alright, she was about to crank it up a little bit….or a lot.
"Now answer this;
Why do you have to say the word nigga all the time?
Can't you find the right words to express your own mind?
I mean, it wasn't even me who called you it first.
It was you,
And you even said it more than once.
And what's worse is your way of talking to women.
It just makes me want to go over there and end your living.
But I'm cool,
I'm calm,
And I'm about to blow your mind with this lesson so let's test it."
Quinn said to the rapper who was standing with his legs shoulder width apart and his arms crossed, trying to keep that unimpressed expression still on his face, but Quinn could tell that he didn't like the fact that she was pointing out his flaws; especially when he could hear the women of the crowed shouting their agreement to the blonds words; Kasey louder than others.
"What if I were to come up to you and say;
'Hey Magic, how are you doing today?
I got a great offer that I've been really eager to make.
Seeing as you're a boss,
And that you apparently run this whole show;
Could you send word to your mother?
I heard she could suck dick like no other."
The crowed went insane like never before. They explode with loud ohh's and some were even jumping up and down while pushing on their friends back, or putting a fist up to their mouth in amused disbelief as if they couldn't believe she had just said that. However, they especially got out of control when they saw, of what they had thought a calm Magic, storming across the stage to pop Quinn right in the eye.
Kasey cried out Quinn names as soon as she saw the rappers fist connect with Quinn's face, and immediately tried to push her way through the wild crowed and towards the stage stairs in order to get to the injured blond, but was only pushed back the more wild they became.
Puck, who had gotten up from his seat as soon as he saw the little fucker charging towards Quinn, also started to push his way to the stage. He was about to beat some ass. Seeing as he was taller and stronger than the mocha skinned woman, he was able to shove people out of his way very easily and get to the stages stairs a few seconds after some beefy white guy with a long ass beard picked Magic Mic off of Quinn who had stumbled into a stand, refusing the DJ's help.
Quinn's lip was busted and the blood from her lip made her teeth look pink, and the eye Magic had hit was swollen to the point where she could barely see out of it. This wasn't exactly what she had planned, but this made things even better.
Quinn was a freaking black belt; she knew what the rapper was planning on doing before he even moved. She could have dodged his attach and slammed her right elbow right into his spin if she had wanted to. She was even about to get into the stance to do so, but after a split second, she choose otherwise. Quinn didn't like this guy, like, at all. She wanted to destroy him but she wasn't about to do it physically.
No, that would only cause her to get into trouble with the cops, lose her scholar ship, and garner sympathy towards the rapper. No, she wanted to look like the innocent one here. The one that was only protecting an harassed woman whom she so happened to like. The one who had answered his cocky call in order to protect said woman's honor. The one who had just been attacked after trying to teach an unwilling rapper a lesson on how to treat a woman. Granted, she could have gone about it differently and left out the man's mother but at least it woke him up. Four words: Don't Fuck with Quinn. She thought while trying hard not to smirk. Her lip kind of stung and she was also trying to keep the dazed look on her face as if he really had punched her good when in reality, it didn't really hurt much; her cousin hit her harder and the girl was like four….wait no, three. The rapper really only got two good ones in; her eye and lip, and that was only because Quinn had allowed it.
"Quinn!" Puck shouted from at the bottom of the stage's stairs where he was being denied access by one of the club's bouncers, "Quinn! Let me by asshole! That's my friends up there." Puck said as he tried once again to push his way up the stairs but only to be shoved back several feet by the heavy muscled bouncer.
Quinn turned her head towards her mohawked friend to see him trying, once again, to get past the pissed off bouncer. If she didn't get him to stop, he'd be bleeding just like her, only more profusely. Turning her attention back to the DJ and telling her that she would be right back to finish her freestyle, which earned her an 'are you freaking crazy' look, she went over to the stage's stairs and told the bouncer that it was OK to let him up.
After the bouncer reluctantly let Puck pass, but only for just the top of the stairs, Puck rushed up to stand in front of Quinn, but not without flashing the muscle head a smug look.
"What the fuck, bro? Are you OK?" he asked the blond as he put his hands on either side of her shoulder then proceeded to check her over.
Quinn rolled her eyes (well, more like rolled her right eye),"Come on, Puck, you know me. I barely even felt it at all." she replies, finally letting a small smirk to grace her busted lip.
"And that's what I don't understand! You're a freaking black belt! I saw you get into your stance, so I know that you knew what he was planning. You let him hit you." Puck stated lowly with a hissed. Quinn may be the smartest out of the two of them, but what she just did was pretty fucking stupid. Why the hell would she just let the bastard hit her like that? Even after sixteen years of friendship he still didn't get the blond.
"Yes, I did and with good reason." Quinn told him as she looked over his shoulder and at Kasey who still trying to shove her way towards the stage, her face clearly showing her annoyance and pain when some guys elbow connected with her stomach accidentally. Turning back to Puck she said, "Look, I'll explain it all to you later, OK? I have to go back up there and end this." Quinn said when she heard the DJ take the microphone to inform the crowd that they would be finishing the rap battle. The crowd, once aging, became pumped up at the thought of the battle continuing on, wanting to see what the ballsy white girl was going to say to Magic Mic next.
"You can't be fucking serious, Q! You're still going to go back up there and rap after all that?" he shouted through the chanting crowd, motioning towards a more calm Magic who was staring at Quinn with cold eyes as he slowly nodded his head in compliance to the DJ, who had walked over to talk to him, warning him that if he 'pulled that shit again' he won't be allowed in the club any longer.
"The dude looks like he still wants to beat your ass."
"Ok, one; he didn't beat my ass. His punches barely even hurt and as you've stated before, I let him hit me. And two; I'm sure he would like to try and beat my ass because yeah, I did say his mother sucks excellent dick," Quinn said with a chuckle, "but the second go around he wont be having the privilege of even touching me again unless it's his face connected with my bare foot.
Puck smirked. "Not gonna lie, that was some pretty bad ass shit up there."
"I know, right?" Quinn said before snapping her head back to look at the DJ who had just informed her that she needed to hurry up before the crowed started getting even more wild, "I really have to go now. Look, Kasey's coming. Please stay with her for me. I don't want her getting hurt." She told him with pleading eyes before heading back to the center stage where the bright lights shined down on her and the crowd's cheers greeted her.
"What the hell Is she doing up there?" Kasey asked Puck. She really didn't know who the heck this guy was, but she had saw him talking to Quinn and he did look concerned, so she deduced that Quinn must have known him.
The mohawked man looked down to his right to see the mocha skinned woman and couldn't help but noticing how much beautiful she was up close. Quinn always did have amazing taste. She better be happy because he had left his guarantee for the night just to come up here and check on her busted ass.
"Is she really about to go up there and rap some more?" Kasey continued with worry in her brown eyes.
"Looks about that way, chocolate drop," Puck replied while turning his attention back to Quinn who had just said 'let's try this again shall we?' into her microphone that was quickly followed by cheers of agreement.
Shaking her head at both Puck's nickname for her and Quinn's actions, Kasey too turned her attention to the stage just as Quinn started rapping while staring unwavering into Magic's hate filled eyes.
"She's just so full of surprises." Kasey said to herself while laughing at a particular pun that the blond had just rapped.
Puck, having heard her, smiled largely. "Quinn wouldn't be Quinn without them, and this is only the beginning."
Moore Info: It took me forever to come up with their raps because; a: I don't really listen to it unless it's when my big brother is blasting it, and b: it's not exactly a talent I possess, but apparently Quinn does. I hope I didn't offend anyone with my use of the "n" word, I meant no harm. I love all people J
Please review and tell me what you think and if your still interested even though I went down the path many of you weren't expecting. *evil chuckle*
Next chapter you will be back Quinn's current situation and Rachel's first appearance.