Chapter 2
Santana's fingers ached as she pressed them harder and harder into the door of her locker, but she couldn't look away from the disgusting display down the hall. She hated seeing them like that, all lovey-dovey and crap. She was the one Brittany was supposed to smile at like that, not Stubbles McCripplepants!
She slammed her locker closed finally with a barely restrained scream of frustration. She was pissed but there was no way she could yell at Brittany about it. The girl would just look sad and confused and not get it at all and Santana would feel even worse and that simply wasn't acceptable.
She stormed off down the hall, slamming into someone because she wasn't really watching where she was going. "Ugh, watch where the hell you're going, Trouty Mouth!" She snarled, shoving the bigger boy back. "People are trying to walk here!"
"And good morning to you too, Santana," Sam smirked at her, used to her insults and having long ago decided not to take any offense at them. "I'm doing well, how about you?"
"Whatever. Why don't you go polish some baby heads or make out with Fabgay or something and stop bothering me?" She huffed, folding her books tighter to her chest and trying to shoulder past him. She didn't see Quinn turning the corner in time to witness the whole thing. "I don't have time for you this morning, Guppy Lips."
"Santana!" Quinn snapped as she came over to Sam, "go take your PMS elsewhere and leave my boyfriend alone." she crossed her arms over her uniform and stared at the darker cheerleader.
Santana sneered at her. "Back the fuck off, Fabgay. I am in no mood for your self-righteous bullshit right now. Froggy Lips here got in my way and I've been telling him to avoid it in the future. Now back off me before I show you how we do it in Lima Heights Adjacent."
"Guys, come on now," Sam smiled nervously, edging slightly away, "don't fight..."
Quinn narrowed her eyes, "Don't call me that! And your dad's a doctor. Your grandma lives in Lima Heights, not you, you privileged idiot."
Santana's eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared slightly. "Don't you talk about my abuelita like you know her, bitch. You think you're so high and mighty but step in my way and I will cut you down."
Quinn just rolled her eyes and shoulder checked Santana as she headed away down the hall. "Whatever, Lopez."
"Oh that's it!" Santana threw her books to the ground and grabbed Quinn's shoulder, digging her nails in and yanking her around. "You think you're so special, but you're nothing but a damn bottle-blonde, wanna-be perfect, little bitch!"
She hauled off to slap Quinn across the face, at once angry and grateful to having something to think about other than how awful seeing Brittany and Artie together made her feel. Quinn always made a perfect target for her rage, never backing down and as willing to give into the fight as she was.
"Bitch," Quinn spat as she threw her books down and pushed the girl into the lockers, "don't fucking hit me. I'm your captain and stronger than you so don't even try." she looked at her and glared.
"We're fucking co-captains and you might be bigger but you're sure as hell not stronger!" Santana struggled against Quinn's grip on her shoulders, bringing a knee up hard into Quinn's stomach and reaching up to pull her hair.
"Guys, come on! This ain't cool!" Sam yelled, but didn't even try to get in the middle.
With a loud growl, Quinn held her stomach and looked at Santana. "Don't ever touch me." she spat as she grabbed the girl and threw her down to the ground.
Santana scrambled to her feet, "More like I gotta try to keep you from touching me, right, Fabgay?" she sneered, rushing at Quinn again.
Quinn pulled out of the way and laughed as Santana hit the lockers. "Please, you're the one that no one wants in the locker room. Everyone knows you're always checking out the girls and crying over Brittany!"
"Fuck you, Fabray!" Santana screamed, lunging at Quinn, no longer fighting with any plan, just wildly lashing out at what hurt her, Quinn suddenly representing everything that was wrong with her life. "Just shut the fuck up!"
At every lunge Quinn pushed the girl away, "God, could you stop? You're gonna lose!" she pushed Santana against the lockers and pinned her. "Calm your hormones!"
She couldn't see anymore she was so lost in her rage. She pushed against the locker, struggling against Quinn but the taller cheerleader had both leverage and strength over her. "Fuck you!" she sobbed, not even aware of the tears trickling down her face as she tried to grab Quinn. "You think you know everything! Think you're better than me but you're not! You're not better!"
Sam had managed to find Puck in the time it took Quinn to pin Santana to the lockers and the two boys came over and got a grip on the struggling girl. "We got her, Q. You can let up."
"Dude, chill out," Puck hissed, fighting to keep Santana in check. "You think we want you to get suspended? Come on, let's get out of here before a teacher gets here."
Quinn glared at the smaller girl and the shoved her before pulling away. She grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder before stalking down the hall. Quinn ducked into the auditorium and slunk to the ground, she couldn't catch her breath the couldn't see through the haze of her rage. Her heart was beating so hard that she was dizzy from the excess blood coursing through her body.
Blaine glanced back down the hall at where Sam and Puck were hauling Santana down the hall before ducking into the auditorium after Quinn. He scanned the dark room before coming over and sliding down to sit next to her. "I saw what happened. You okay?" His voice was soft, trying to calm her down instead of spark another fight.
"I don't know why she needs to start shit with me!" Quinn exclaimed, "I just... She pisses me off and fucking always calls me gay when I'm not!" she growled and looked at her friend.
"Hey, that's just how she is. You've known her a lot longer than me, but even I can tell she picks fights because she's hurt." He reached over and rubbed Quinn's shoulder, "And, dressed like this," he tried teasing, "you've got to admit are a little gay, right?" He smiled, hoping she wouldn't try to take his head off for it.
"Even in a skirt, I'm not gay... Just forced to be a fucking girl," She grumbled, "My dad fucking made me go back and shave this morning! Do you know how embarrassing it is to get checked by your father if you're being a 'proper' girl?" She sighed, "God, I hoped being outted by the jolly green giant would calm her the fuck down."
He shrugged, "Would it have calmed you down? If Finn yelled at you to just be a man instead of acting like a dyke or something equally offensive in the hall out there? I know I wouldn't be very calm after that and I am out. Being outted before you're ready just makes it hurt more, Quinn. And it sounds to me like you were looking for a fight too."
"She just pisses me off, okay?" Quinn snapped as she ran her palms against her skirt. "Santana... Santana just annoys the hell out of me and pushes me all the damn time. You think that if she actually thought I was gay she'd back off and leave me alone. Or at least try to be civil!"
Blaine tried not to laugh, but he couldn't resist a tiny smirk, "Maybe she just wants in your spankies and doesn't want to admit it?"
"She's a dyke, she doesn't want my junk," Quinn said almost regretfully. "Shouldn't you be sneaking around with Sam?"
"That term is really offensive, Q, and Sam's busy containing the Wild Santana Outbreak with Puckerman right now." He shrugged, "Besides, she thinks you're a girl. So what if she's wrong?"
"One, she's crazy and not at all hot," Quinn pointed out as she looked at the boy. "Second, she's gay and not into dudes or freaks. Plus, it's Santana Lopez! She hates me and always wants to beat me at everything."
Blaine just looked at Quinn for a long moment with an infuriating smirk, running his tongue against his cheek. "You're certainly finding an awful long list of reasons why she couldn't possibly like you, Q. You know, I'm just saying." He held his hands up innocently, "So she's not at all hot and if you were, um... complete... you wouldn't be having an awkward moment after that little throwdown?"
"Blaine Former-Warbler, don't." she said as she reached over and stole his sweater from his bag. "I'm cold and you should keep that curly head in reality and figure out how to get the super gay off your ass so you and Sam can be adorable together."
"Please, brother," Blaine snorted in his best Kurt imitation, "we are already adorable together and I'll be fine once he goes off to New York and his silly acting school with Rachel." He stood up and offered a hand to his bro, "Now we just got to find you a sexy lady who likes a pretty man like you for you to be adorable with."
"Maybe we will just have to wait until college and find someone who likes a freak or is just too stupid to realize that I was born a chick." Quinn said softly and looked down at her hands.
"Quinn, stop that," he sighed, staring at her for a moment before reaching down and hauling her up. "You're not a freak. Unless you like being tied up and whipped or, like, having hot wax dripped on you or something. That's kinda freaky. But you being you isn't freaky. Who cares how you're shaped? Besides, if you were into guys, you know Sam and I would both totally go for you."
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Sam would only like me because he's bisexual." she pointed out, "You... you are just strange," she teased, "and gross really I don't wanna know what you and Sam do when I leave."
Blaine laughed, "If you were into guys, you'd want to know!" He waggled his brows at her, grinning. "Come on, unlike us, your sexy ass can get married once the paperwork gets straightened out, so stop feeling like such a freak and try being proud of yourself." He smirked at her, "Don't make me kiss you."
"God, please don't!" She laughed and pushed him away, "Just because I'm your boyfriend's beard doesn't give you allowances over me!" She smiled and grabbed her bag, "Thanks for coming to fine me, bowtie boy."
He straightened his bowtie with a grin, "Anytime, Q. You're coming out with Sam and I to get you fitted up tonight for this weekend still, right?"
"Yeah, my dad thinks I'm going out on a date with Sam so I don't need to be home until 11 tonight." she said, relieved to be away from her house for the night. "Sam said I could change at his after school and we can bounce."
"Awesome," he grinned and nodded. "I found a place that can set you up with a real binder instead of those slightly too small tanks of yours too. You're gonna almost totally pass for once, Q."
"You just wish you could fit into an extra small, Blaine." she said as she headed out into the hall, avoiding the glares being thrown by Kurt. "Dear God, it's been like months you think he'd grow up."
Blaine leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I bet he's wishing I fit into an extra small now too," before leaning back with a smirk.
Quinn laughed as they passed the boy, "Dude, how you even got into him astounds me. He's wound tighter than Berry!"
He laced his fingers together and stretched with a pleased smile, "Trade secret, padawan. Let's just say the lady likes a firm hand and leave it at that, shall we?"
"Oh, sweet God." Quinn covered her ears and saw Sam and more or less ran over to him and into his arms. "Your boy toy is hurting my head," she whispered and glared at Blaine who was still laughing. "Dirty, dirty gays."
Sam just laughed and cuddled her. "Aw, don't worry about big bad Blaine, sweetheart. I'll protect you."
It was easy pretending to be a couple because they trusted each other, so the ruse held for another day. Despite Santana glaring across the room at Sam. Or Quinn. Probably Quinn. Almost definitely. She didn't have any reason to glare at Sam after all. Even if the way he kept his big stupid boy arm over Quinn's shoulders like that was so gross.
Blaine opened the door for Sam and Quinn with a smile. "Oh, wow... that's," he looked over Quinn's skater attire, taking in his slim hips and the slight swell of breasts barely hidden by his loose v-neck and the awkwardly placed bulge in his crotch. "That's..." he fumbled for a good descriptive phrase.
"A start?" Sam offered helpfully.
"Yes, perfect." Blaine pointed at him like he'd just won a big prize. "A start. It's a lovely start, Quinn, but tonight," he stepped out of the house, closing the door behind him as he finished pulling on his peacoat, "we're going to take that start and show you how to turn it into a big finish."
"Alright. Can we just get out of Lima?" Quinn asked as he played with the beanie covering his head. They waked to Blaine's car and Quinn slid in the back, keeping his knees apart and resting his hand against his bulge.
"Okay, Q, first lesson of the night," Blaine began, starting up the car as Sam got in the passenger seat and everyone buckled up, glancing at Quinn via the rearview, "hands off the package unless you're trying to bring attention to it. You don't see Sam or I or any of the guys - with the possible exception of Puckerman, which I think is an excellent case in point - with their hands on their junk do you?"
"Dude's got a point, Q. The more hands on you are, the more people are gonna think you're playing like pocket pool or something," Sam shrugged, moving so he could wrap an arm around the headrest and look at Quinn while staying buckled up.
"You get yours twenty four seven. I get mine tops like four hours a day. It shifted when I sat and I was getting it to the right spot!" Quinn said defensively.
"Yo, chill, Q-man," Sam held up his hands defensively.
Blaine glanced at Quinn via the rearview again, "You know, after tonight, you won't have to worry about that as much. I bet with a proper packer and harness so it won't slide around that much."
"Yeah, finally get you some actual balls," Sam teased, reaching back to nudge Quinn's knee.
"Still sucks that I can't wear it all the time..." he slumped his posture in the back seat and looked out the window, obviously not interested in talking anymore. Quinn had headed home after practice and before going to change at Sam's only to get yelled at by her mother. He wasn't happy and he had stopped pretending to be a while back. He just existed and was angry.
"Hey, just a couple more months and we're out of here, right?" Blaine tried smiling back him via the rearview. "I mean, you got into Ohio State the same as Sam and I, right? We'll be like the Three Musketeers, only you'll be the only one wooing the ladies."
"Oh, hey, isn't this the place?" Sam asked, pointing to a fairly nondescript looking storefront.
"Sure is," Blaine pulled into the parking lot and threw the car into park.
Sam jumped out and yanked open Quinn's door. "Come on, Utena, time for the princess to become the prince so you can track down your own Rose Bride."
"Sam, you have somehow managed to combine gay and dork into one muscle bound, highly attractive package," Blaine patted his shoulder, shaking his head at the anime reference. "Congratulations."
"Thanks, dude!" Sam grinned before sobering, "Wait, was that not a compliment?"
"You're both insane," Quinn laughed as he got out of the car and headed to the store. "I'm not gonna get the shit kicked out of me and dead like in Boys Don't Cry, right?" he asked softly as he glanced worriedly at his friends.
"Anyone tries and I'll beat the homophobe outta them," Sam pointed out, flexing his impressive biceps.
"While I call the cops and maybe some of the Warblers for backup," Blaine added, throwing an arm around Quinn's shoulders. He pushed open the door and led Quinn into the sex shop he'd brought him to.
The woman in the tight shirt behind the counter looked up from her textbook and smiled. "Oh, hey, guys," she closed her book and stood up straight. "That your boy Quinn? Nice." She held out a hand to the boy, "I'm Kelly."
Quinn shook her hand. "What's up?" he smiled as he checked out the girl with what he thought was a sly glance.
"Guess that depends on what model you'd like to pack," she replied with a wink. "I can't believe these two homos brought a nice guy like you in here," she teased, obviously familiar with the two guys. "So, you looking to look even hotter or what?" She smirked at Quinn, crossing her arms over her textbook and leaning towards him in a way that enhanced the cleavage peeking out from under her forest green polo.
"Well, despite these boys... I'm the actual man in the group so I'd like to be able to prove that," Quinn said as he moved closer to the counter. "What's a girl like you doing working here? I expected an obese middle aged man, not a fine girl like you." Behind him, Blaine had to elbow Sam to keep him from laughing at Quinn's fairly heavy-handed flirting.
"Would you believe my uncle owns this place?" She smiled at Quinn, ignoring the faces Sam and Blaine were making behind the young man as she flirted back, amused by his attempts. "It's just a job to help make a little money, but hey, gotta say I meet the most interesting people. After all," she shifted her hips and toyed with a bit of hair that slipped over her shoulder, "you're here."
"Well, I'm glad I got dragged by my boys here then," he smiled and looked over his shoulder. "Stop being douches," he said softly before turning back to Kelly with what he hoped was a suave smirk. "So what's this thing I'm looking at?" he asked shoving his hands in his pocket.
"Well, your boys there say you need help with a binder - though," she reached out and slid a finger down the center of his chest, "I think you're pretty hot as is - and a real unit to work with. If you want," she smirked, not bothering to hide the slow scan she did of his body, "I could help you pick it out..."
"I never had an issue passing up top," he said softly with a shiver. "Can... can I see the options for the, um... unit?"
"Oh, we have lots of options for a fine man like you," Kelly smirked, coming out from around the corner in her polo and tight shorts. "How about you follow me and come," she paused slightly with a smirk over her shoulder, "see what feels right... to you?"
"All, um, alright," Quinn stammered and looked back for his friends, only to find that Blaine had dragged Sam off to look at massage oils and keep him from making Quinn feel any more self-conscious.
Kelly laughed softly. "Don't worry, Quinn. I might play, but you're safe here. Let's just find you what you need to be complete, okay?" She smiled at Quinn, trying to reassure him. "And hey, maybe the next time we meet, neither of us will be working. Could be fun, don't you think?"
"I think I'm going out with homoexplosion over there tomorrow night," he said as his fingers ran over the toys on the wall. "You could come check it out... "
"Maybe I will," Kelly smirked. "But only if you'll promise me a dance if I do. Not everyday I get to have such a handsome guy to dance with." She picked up a Goodfella and offered it to Quinn, "How about this?" She smirked with a slight wink, "Cover all angles, if you know what I mean."
Quinn took it and held it for weight and size. "It's not too big?" he asked, "I mean I wanna be like proportional..." he held it down towards his junk and smiled. "If I buy it can I wear it now? It's not gonna look like I'm hard all the time right?"
"Well, a little bit," she admitted, "but I'm sure you can handle it." She winked at him, "We'll need to get you a harness to hold it properly, but as long as you pay, I don't have any problem with it."
"I think I might need a hand putting it on." he smirked as he looked at her trying to flirt, but failing. "I guess I could ask Sam..."
Kelly laughed, selecting a harness that would fit the dildo and be comfortable enough for Quinn to wear much longer than an average sex session and tossing it to him. "Quinn, you may be hot, but you'd have to buy me a nice dinner and a bottle of wine or at least a drink before I'll help you play with yourself," she teased with a smirk. "I'm sure your boys would know more about how to handle that joystick than I would." She leaned close, whispering in his ear, "After all, most of my experience is with it deep inside and you're not quite there yet, cowboy." She slapped his ass as she stepped past him. "Don't forget to pay either!"
Quinn groaned as he watched the woman walk away. "Samuel!" Quinn hollered and tore the packaging off. "I need your help."
Sam ducked around the corner with Blaine in tow, walking up to him with a knowing smirk. "So you and Kelly, huh?"
"Come on, Q, dressing room's back this way." Blaine added, holding up a binder shirt he'd found and ignoring his boyfriend, "Let's transform you."
"Shut up and help me strap this on." he said as he pulled off his pants once inside the room. He pulled the harness out if the package and looked at it. He pulled down his boxers and looked away awkwardly. "Alright, I know this goes under so pardon my pubes."
"Quinn, seriously, just strip," Blaine huffed, rolling his eyes. "We're all guys here and I for one am not at all interested in girl you. You need to put this on anyway," he tossed him the t-shirt style binder as he started figuring out how to get the dildo Quinn had selected fastened to the harness.
Quinn rolled his eyes and pulled off his shirt which pulled off her hat and caused her hair to cascade over her shoulders. "Alright, binder and dick time."
"Just put it on like a regular shirt," Blaine explained, having read the instructions, "it'll be really tight but that's the compress- Sam, are you okay?"
"I, um, I," he stammered, standing awkwardly hunched over and backing towards the door with binder's packaging in front of his crotch, "I gotta go, um... Pay! Yeah, I'm gonna go pay. It'll be like my gift to my bro for finally getting some balls." Smiling awkwardly, he rushed out of the room.
"Okay, so maybe just I am not interested. Okay," he knelt in front of her, holding up the harness so he could step in, "let's get this on you. You'll learn to get it on yourself but a little birdy told me sometimes first-timers need help and I'm pretty sure this is how it works."
"Thanks." Quinn nodded as he stepped into the harness and helped as Blaine brought it up and helped him secure it around slim hips. Quinn looked down and ran his hand over it with a smile. "Does it look okay?" Quinn asked as he struggled to get the compression tee on.
Blaine adjusted how the dildo was sitting so the balls hung more naturally. As he stood, he helped him finish pulling the compression tee down so the hem covered most of the straps of the harness and just let his cock stand out. He smirked and quickly caught up his hair in a low pony at the base of his neck before gesturing towards the full length mirror. "See for yourself."
He watched him look at himself for a moment before quietly asking, "So...what do you think of the real you?"
Quinn beamed when he saw the penis between his legs. "Hot," he smiled as he ran his hand over it and adjusted so his fine blonde pubic hair brushed against the base. "I love it," he said as he grabbed his boxers and slid them on and readjusted his dick so it didn't look so much like he had a boner in his shorts and grabbed the jeans. He pulled them on and fastened the belt before throwing on his t-shirt and and looking at Blaine once his beanie was secured again. "Would you fuck me if I was gay?"
Blaine laughed, "Haven't we already had this conversation, Q? You could be the filling of a sandwich with Sam and I." He winked, "Why don't you try the new you out on Kelly? She seems to like you."
"Speaking of Sam, you might wanna go check on your boy... I think my lady bits gave him some wood," he joked as he adjusted his unit and headed out if the room to saunter up to the register. His walk was awkward for a few steps - having a dick between your legs wasn't something you got used to right away - but after a bit he started to move with more ease and confidence. Quinn slid up to the counter and smiled at Kelly. "Hey," he said as he looked at the girl.
Kelly turned to look at him, letting out a low whistle as she moved from behind the counter to look him up and down with a slow smile, her eyes lingering for a moment on the bulge in the crotch of his jeans. "Damn, I thought you couldn't become a finer specimen of man than you were but it looks like I was wrong. You better be saving me that dance tomorrow now. I'd get all sad if I showed up and couldn't get through the throngs on girls hanging off you."
"I mean, I can't turn away a girl who knows exactly what I'm packing," Quinn winked and looked over to Sam as he slid over closer to Kelly. "Doing okay over there, Sam?" he asked with a smartassed tone. "Need Blaine to help you out in the car while I talk to the lovely proprietor of this place?"
Sam flipped him off but grabbed Blaine and all but dragged the dapper boy out, taking care to keep his crotch hidden from Kelly and Quinn. Kelly laughed to see them head off, "Give your boy a problem there, Quinn?" She leaned back against the counter, inviting the young man into her space, "So what did you want to talk about?"
Nervously, Quinn rested his arms on ether side of the woman and stood in front of her. He was slightly taller than Kelly which gave him some confidence. "Sam wants my dick," Quinn shrugged as he kept a safe distance from the girl, not wanting to offend her by moving in too strong, "but other than that... I wanted to talk about us dancing tomorrow night."
"Oh, do you now?" Kelly murmured, cocking her head to the side with a tiny smile. "Why don't you come closer and we could...discuss it?"
Quinn took a step and ended up with his hips flush against Kelly's. "How's that?" he said softly, he was shaking he was so nervous but he needed to see what he could do.
"Mmm," she hummed softly, smiling at him and reaching up to carefully rest her arms loosely around Quinn's neck. "I like that. Guys should always be bold, Quinn," she whispered, watching him. "Not too bold - don't force yourself where you're not wanted - but never be afraid to take the step to close in when the girl is inviting you in."
"Okay," he nodded, taking the opportunity to learn, he slid his hands from the counter to her hips all while watching her eyes to make sure he wasn't crossing a line. "You're really beautiful." he offered as he hooked his fingers into Kelly belt loops.
"Thank you and very good," Kelly breathed, smiling up at him. "You're a fast learner," she stepped into him, letting the line of her body press up against his, "I like that in a man." She let a hand slide down to rest on his chest over his heart, "So what did you want to talk about with this dance?"
"I think I'd rather not talk, if that's cool?" he asked as he held her closer and moved closer to press a feather light kiss to her lips. He was scared that she'd push him away, but he wasn't sure when he'd get a chance at kissing someone who didn't seem to care that he was different.
"That's very cool," she whispered, tugging him closer and leaning up to kiss him softly. "Do you like me?"
"I think you're sexy." he said before moving to kiss her neck. "I think that I like kissing you."
"Mmm that's good," she murmured, "but if you like a girl and she let's you kiss her, you should show her with how you kiss." She moved her head to the side to let Quinn kiss along her neck. "Be a man, Quinn. Be strong and firm and don't be afraid to show her that you're interested. Listen to her if she tells you to stop, but use every inch she gives you to show her you're not just a man but the man she wants to take her home if that's what you want to do."
Quinn nodded and moved away from the soft skin if Kelly's neck to look into her eyes. He leaned in and pressed their lips together for a second before sliding his tongue against the pale pink lips and tilting his head.
She kissed back, helping him learn and teaching with tiny nudges in the right direction until she was feeling breathless then pulled back. "Stop," she murmured with a tiny smile, her hand on his chest gently pressing him back, "I'm at work and anyone could walk in."
"Mostly just my dumbass friends," he mumbled dejectedly as he pulled away but kept holding her close, almost attached at the hips. "Am..I okay? I'm not that experienced," Quinn blushed regretfully, hating to admit that he was not very sexually experienced to a pretty girl. Sure he dated Finn and Sam for pretense, but he'd never wanted anything to happen with either of them.
"You're a fast learner," she said softly, gently running her hands over the smooth plane of his chest. "But I want to make something clear up front. I like you, Quinn. You're cute and sweet, but neither of us are looking for relationships right now. This is just for fun, okay? I'd like to see if we could be friends and I don't want jealousy messing it up. We're free to be with others but when we're not, we can have fun. Are you okay with that?"
"yeah... That's cool I guess." He shrugged, "Plus I'm not the best boyfriend material anyway so just playing around is cool with me."
"No, you're not understanding," she looked up at him. "You're just starting out and I'm the first person to show interest but, trust me, I'm awful at commitment. You need to be available if you find someone you really want to go after. I'm willing to teach you, Quinn. In fact," she smirked, leaning up to kiss him quickly, "I kinda like the idea of being the older woman who teaches the young, inexperienced man..."
"How very The Graduate of you," he smiled and pressed a kiss to her lips, "I like the idea of you teaching me," he smirked and pulled away. "Plus, you're sexy so it's a win for me."
"Oh aren't you just clever," Kelly laughed, hopping up on the counter. "I like being considered sexy, that's a very good thing to tell a girl. We love compliments after all. You are already looking towards being quite the ladykiller, Quinn." She reached out and cupped Quinn's chin, smiling at him, "So, what was that about dancing?"
"You wanna come meet up with me and the guys?" he asked, stepping in between her legs and running his hands up her thighs to rest on her khaki shorts. "I can promise that I'm a great dancer."
"Oh can you?" She smirked, raking her nails over his hair, "I do like dancing and I think I would definitely like dancing with you. Shall we consider it a date then? Friends only, but can't fault the terminology."
"I think I can manage that," he smiled and let his eyes flutter closed at the feeling of nails against his scalp. "I'll see you tomorrow then?"
"You'll see me tomorrow," she agreed, her hands sliding down his back to slip one of the shop's business cards with her cell number and email scribbled on the back into his back pocket before giving his ass as squeeze. "I think you should be getting back to your friends now, don't you?"
Quinn rolled his eyes. "Probably," he leaned in and kissed her again, gently nipping at her lip as he pulled away. He untangled their bodies and smirked at Kelly before heading out of the store.