A/N: I hope this is satisfactory. To my surprise this went from a one shot to a multi-chapter story. Well, enjoy. And please review. And thank you so much to all those who reviewed the first chapter. It is greatly appreciated.
Oh and I forgot this last time too...
Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Glee, the characters or any of it. I am a lowly meat popsicle who enjoys writing for the pleasure of it.
Rachel walked down the hallway towards her locker. She was used to her peers' hushed whispers and giggles and stares. The encounter with Quinn left her feeling even more of a target for ridicule. She hadn't slept very well, obsessing about what Quinn would say and to whom. She had soothed herself by arguing that a lesbian affair would damage the head cheerleader's reputation more than her own. However, at the sound of the fourth wolf-whistle Rachel began to doubt this sound logic. She pulled her sweater down anxiously for the third time. Some random jock walked towards her gesturing crudely and moaning, "Oh baby," as he passed her. Rachel felt shame like fire settle onto her cheeks. She shut her locker and raced to the nearest bathroom.
She picked the end stall and closed the door, fumbling with the lock in her distress. A picture on the wall caught her attention. An unflattering depiction of Rachel, naked and assuming a vulgar sexual position, seemed branded onto the stall. She stared dumbfounded, barely able to breathe and hardly aware of the tears flowing down her cheeks, so hot they threatened to turn her tears to steam. So this was the source of the madness in the halls. She clenched her fists and fought for equilibrium.
Crying won't make the picture go away, she thought. And it certainly won't stop them from taunting you.
She took a deep breath and dried her eyes and cheeks. She unlocked the stall and washed her hands, dabbing again at the tearstains. The she looked at her reflection and flashed her most dazzling smile.
Game on Quinn Fabray, she thought.
Rachel exited the bathroom, just as she expected, to a crowd of hysterical onlookers. Quinn Fabray's musical laughter carried over the hyena-like chuckles of the others, and Rachel hand to blink back tears. Quinn glided past her wearing a malicious grin, followed by Santana and Brittany. Rachel watched them fold into the crowd, then turned and stormed towards Principal Figgins's office.
After her livid tirade and multiple threats of lawsuits directed at her inept principal, Rachel resumed her school day. She hummed "Break my stride" to keep her spirits raised and tried to think of a way to get back at Quinn. She wanted to make the blond feel the way she had when she touched her. She wanted to take away her power, even for a few minutes. Rachel steered clear of the other thoughts in her head. The ones about how good it felt when Quinn touched her nipples or how soft her hands felt against her skin. She denied wanting to feel that way again. After all, Quinn had only done it to hurt her. She would return the favour.
Rachel hung around long after school had ended. She hid beneath the bleachers and watched the Cheerios practice. After Coach Sylvester informed them of how sloppy and worthless they were, the Cheerios were dismissed.
"Q," said Coach Sylvester through the megaphone. "Just plain disappointing. You can do the squad's laundry in preparation for your future career, as a failure. Your performance today offended me like foreigners on a bus."
Quinn marched dutifully into the locker room and started hauling the laundry together. Thanks to the Cheerio's dry-cleaning budget Quinn didn't have to wash them herself.
Rachel could not have asked for more fortuitous circumstances. The other Cheerios had long since abandoned Quinn to her washerwoman duties. When Rachel heard the shower running she took her spot.
Quinn wrung the water from her hair and wrapped a towel around her body. She trudged back to her locker but stopped short. Her clothes were missing.
"Looking for something?" asked Rachel from her seat on a bench across from the puzzled girl. Quinn pirouetted slowly to face her.
"Get lost on the way to shop class, man-hands?" sneered Quinn.
"That's no way to get your clothes back," chided the brunette, clasping her hands together in her lap.
"You'd like that wouldn't you? Pervert."
"Where is that Christian charity?" asked Rachel feigning hurt.
"It looks to me like you're wearing it," replied Quinn coolly. "Or is Goodwill back in season?"
Rachel surveyed the cheerleader standing comfortably in her towel. Her still wet hair smoothed down and neat. She wondered how sexy she would look if it were more disheveled. Quinn sighed with boredom.
"So what," she started, "You were planning to seduce me?" she laughed.
"You make it sound like I couldn't," replied Rachel. But her voice betrayed her confidence.
"Oh by all means Berry, give it a shot," she teased. And with that she let her towel fall to the floor. Rachel was shell-shocked at the sight that met her eyes. Quinn's porcelain skin, her toned body, her perfection. Quinn Fabray was a goddess. Rachel suddenly felt very self-conscious and averted her gaze.
"That's what I thought," said Quinn with finality. She walked towards the smaller girl and looked right at her.
"Now if you don't mind, my clothes?" she said arching her eyebrows.
Rachel pored over Quinn's body, drinking in her loveliness from just millimeters away. Emboldened by the lust surging through her body, she wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck and brought their lips together. Quinn stood motionless until Rachel pulled away.
"Kiss me like you mean it," challenged Quinn.
Rachel pushed her down onto the bench and straddled her naked body. She pulled a nearby towel towards the girl's head to cushion against the hard wood. Rachel once more pressed her lips against Quinn's, intent on hearing her moan. She bit Quinn's lower lip and tugged at it gently, before crushing their lips together. She opened her mouth and Rachel slipped her tongue inside to massage hers. Meanwhile, Rachel's hands were caressing the contours of Quinn's body. They rounded her shapely breast and the curve of her hip. She raked her fingers across the plane of her stomach and then made the circuit again in reverse. They were kissing expertly now, though both battled for control. Rachel moved her attention to Quinn's neck, kissing and nuzzling her while her fingers played coyly with her nipple. Quinn started to writhe with each touch and each kiss. And when Rachel found a spot just below her ear, which she tongued, Quinn's body rippled with bliss. She massaged both of her breasts, rolling each nipple between her thumb and index finger. Still Quinn was silent, and Rachel wouldn't be satisfied until she made the goddess call out her name. She kissed her forcefully before sliding down her body. She placed her hands on the inside of Quinn's thighs and spread them. Quinn quivered in anticipation. Her need was almost unbearable and she wanted Rachel to touch her, to ease the craving inside of her. Rachel gazed up at her; brown eyes alight with desire, before she bent her head towards Quinn's yearning.
The first touch of Rachel's tongue against her center made Quinn moan audibly. Rachel loved the sound and wanted to hear more of it. She gently spread Quinn's opening and licked sure, even strokes against her lips. This earned her a raspy, "Oh God, oh God," from Quinn, her breath shallow and heavy. Rachel licked up her slit and flicked her tongue hard against her clit.
"Oh God Rachel," moaned Quinn. Rachel sat up and fingered her wetness.
"Finally," she said, "You said my name. I guess I can stop now."
She stopped stroking Quinn, who growled her disappointment.
"Don't you dare," whined Quinn. Her face was flushed and she was glowing. Rachel shrugged her shoulders ignoring the girl's plea.
"Well, someone said I couldn't seduce her," she teased.
"Ok, ok you win," breathed Quinn.
"Say it again."
"You win." Quinn surrendered.
Rachel smiled, big brown eyes glinting, and set back to work. She slid her tongue inside Quinn and relished the renewed moans of ecstasy. She sucked on Quinn's clit bringing her to dizzying heights of pleasure, and closer to tumbling over the edge. Quinn tangled her fingers in thick, dark hair and thrust her hips to meet her lover's strokes. Rachel replaced her tongue with two, then three fingers, moving her mouth over her clit. She flicked her tongue against it while enveloping it in the warmth of her mouth. Rachel pumped her fingers in time to the pace Quinn set. Quinn moaned and bucked her hips as she approached her climax. Delirious with pleasure she called Rachel's name over and over until her body tensed and she came. Rachel tongued her gently down from her high. When she felt the fingers in her hair grow limp from exhaustion she sighed contentedly.
"I win."
