I do not own Glee.
This kind of a filler chapter. It will contain slight smut through text. I'm sorry if you don't like texting fics. I will return with in person smutty goodness for the next chapter.
All mistakes are my own.
It has been officially two weeks since the locker room incident and Quinn has been feeling the effects of Rachel. The two girls haven't spoken two words to each other and barley made eye contact. Quinn desperately needed that to change, so she came up with what she thought was another masterful plan. If she couldn't talk to the brown eyed beauty in person she needed a new way to get a piece of her.
While the choir room was a ghost town Quinn searched Mr. Shue's files for Rachel's cell phone number. She knew Rachel would never give it to her and she thought it would be suspicious if she asked her glee mates. After rummaging through the paperwork she found her golden ticket, now all she had to do was cash it in.
Quinn didn't think the entire plan through, but she thought she would just feed off of whatever Rachel gave her.
Quinn locked her door and laid down in her bed and took a deep breath as she began to text the beauty.
Q: Hey, Rachel!
R: Um, hey back to you! If you don't mind me asking, who is this?
Q: You looked really gorgeous today, not that you don't every day.
R: Why thank you, but you still haven't told me who you are!
Q: Who exactly do you want it to be?
Rachel blushes deeply as she contemplates her next move.
Um, what should I say? Is it Finn? No, it can't be him, I have his number. Oh no! I hope it isn't Quinn. It was a mistake with her even though it may have been the best mistake of my life. What are you saying Rachel? Okay, okay, I am just going to call so the suspense doesn't kill me.
Rachel made that climatic call, but sadly her call went unanswered.
R: Why didn't you answer my call?
Q: Why didn't you answer my question? Is there anyone in particular that you want texting you?
R: I'm not quite sure. Although I do appreciate your compliments, I rather have the satisfaction of knowing the person who is texting me.
Q: If I tell you do you promise to continue texting me no matter what?
R: Um, Okay I promise!
Q: I miss you! I miss that moment we shared.
R: Please just tell me who this is!
Q: Rach, you know exactly who this is!
I mean, I already had sex with and she ignored me what's the worst that can go wrong? I am going to see how far I can take this.
Quinn decided that she would grow more and more brazen with each text.
Q: I miss your body.
R: Quinn! I don't know if this text conversation is appropriate!
Q: I miss my head between your legs. I miss your moans every time I licked your stiff nipples. I miss your juices on my tongue.
R: Quinn!
Q: You tasted so good Rachel. I just want all your wetness on my tongue one more time.
R: I don't know if I can text you anymore. It has all of a sudden become super hot over here.
Q: Do you want me to come over there and make you feel better?
R: Thank you, but I think that would only make matters worse.
Q: Why? You didn't like when I was licking your clit?
R: That was very pleasurable, but I don't think that should ever happen again.
Q: Can you blame me for wanting to be inside you again? You came so hard! You don't want that again?
R: I don't know!
Q: I want it again. I can't forget your taste. I think I might die if my tongue can't be close to you.
R: Was I really that good?
Q: It is indescribable how good you were. I've been craving you since the moment you left my arms.
R: It is unlike me to be at a loss for words.
Q: How about this; I use my words and you use something else?
R: Like what?
Q: I will kiss your lips so gently making you crave me. I'm going to run my tongue up and down your neck and nipple on your ear. You want that?
R: YES
Q: I will suck on your nipples gently until you want more.
R: I WANT MORE
Q: I'm nibbling on them now. I want you to touch yourself.
R: Okay, I'm rubbing my breast.
Q: I'm going to keep sucking on them until you get nice and wet for me.
R: I'm already wet!
Q: Well, put your hand in your underwear and tell me how wet you are for me.
R: I'm really wet. You made my panties damp.
Q: I'm only going to make you wetter then. Rub your clit for me.
R: Feels so good!
Q: I want you dripping wet! I'm in between your legs and I slowly spread them making you weep my name. I make my way to your throbbing clit because its calling my name. I give it a good lick, so you can feel the warmth of my tongue. Then I massage your clit, every second going faster because I want to see the look in your eyes turn darker when you cum.
R: Keep going! I'm so close!
Q: I keep going faster because I want you to scream my name when you cum. I slid two fingers into your moist hole while still giving it to your clit. Just feeling that moisture on my fingers makes me want to taste you.
R: Fuck! QUINNNNN! You made me cum so hard.
Q: I have to take my fingers out and suck your juices off for good measures.
R: Quinn please stop, you are making me need you in person.
Q: Did you scream my name?
R: When did you get like this?
Q: You made me like this. Since I got a taste of Rachel Berry I don't think I can go back.
R: This is fun and all, but I deem these sexual interactions inappropriate because I have a boyfriend and we were barely friends when you molested me.
Q: So, if we were best friends we could do this all the time?
R: That's not what I am saying. After we did that thing I couldn't look myself or you without a guilt stricken face.
Q: I don't know what it is I am feeling about you, but it has taken over me and I won't let it die.
R: I need time to think. I will talk to you when I am ready until then please don't text me.
Q: You can't avoid me forever! I will see you Monday.
Tell me what you think. Sometimes I want to write some really dirty things, but I don't want to take it too far.