Quinn never thought of sex as an adventure. She didn't go around chasing after it like it was a bubble she was desperate to pop. Or a rollercoaster she just had to ride over and over again for the pump of adrenaline. Sex was a necessity for her and it functioned as her most basic form of release. It moved her out of her body and carried her away from her mind. She sought out an orgasm like it was a daily resurrection. The second coming brought anew each day. Going without sex or – to incorporate her brand new Puck-knowledge – the ability to even pet her penguin for three weeks was like a mini-death for her that had played out on repeat to the point where she was sick of this background noise of defeat infiltrating and eating away at her very essence.

But judging by Rachel turning back to ascertain that Quinn was following her, it appeared that maybe Rachel Berry might be her lucky golden ticket. Just the gal to help her pick a new tune and gain back her harmony. Her rapidly forming impression of Rachel's intentions crystallized when Rachel paused at the exit, held the door open for Quinn, and ushered them both to the parking lot.

Quinn considered jerking off right then and there, while Rachel had her back turned. So what if they were out in the open? So what if students were passing them on their way to class? So fucking what? But…Rachel – for reasons Quinn didn't care to analyze – was the sole reason for Quinn's resurgence. It would be downright rude and unseemly if Quinn didn't at least reciprocate. And, Quinn wasn't much of a bragger, but she was fucking awesome at sex. Why not enlighten Rachel to the ways of magic?

Quinn pulled on Rachel's arm as the girl casually walked past Quinn's car. "This one is mine, Rachel."

Startled, Rachel freed herself of Quinn's grip. "I was under the assumption that you drove a VW Beetle."

"And I wasn't under the assumption that you cared enough to know what type of car I drive."

"Well, it is very bright red and hard to miss."

"Can we please concentrate on the part of my body that is hard to miss right now?" Quinn couldn't be certain if Rachel would view her sudden pointing towards her penis as lewd or as a friendly reminder of why they were there.

But it seemed Rachel was as full of questions as Quinn was full of…never mind. Best to let Rachel get whatever words out of her system so Quinn could all the more quickly get a certain something out of her system as well.

Quinn braced herself against the torrent of words about to bombard her from Rachel's lips. "Why are you driving a Toyota? When did you get this car? According to my Dads, this model is prone to sludge in the engine. It caused the pistons in my uncle Eli's Rav4 to bust. He nearly…"

Quinn again – rudely or not, she could give a fuck at this point of near crisis – gestured southward. She was increasingly feeling like a jet plane about to hit cruising altitude…but a voice from ground control was asking her to kindly turn around and land.

Rachel's hesitancy showed no clear signs of dissipating, even as her eyes travelled down to Quinn's bull's-eye. And Quinn was getting further lost in the fog of Rachel's unexpected indecision.

"How can I be sure this isn't some type of prank? Are you hiding Santana in the back?" This isn't your car, Quinn!" Rachel finished her sentence with a diminutive lip bite that only increased Quinn's now pulsating, prickling need. That look on Rachel was so carefree and seemingly chaste, but Quinn knew it rested squarely on the opposite spectrum of innocent. It was perfectly calculated cruelty. And well-crafted.

Quinn was being driven along the highway of lust too far and much too fast. "For the love of God, Rachel, you honestly think I've got Santana waiting to, what, help gangbang you? I know you're prone to wild and random fits of fancy, but calm your thoughts. I got into a minor fender bender last week. My car is in the shop, hence the Rav4."

Rachel clambered backward in what Quinn could only determine was relief. She couldn't be sure if Rachel's reaction was due more to the knowledge that Santana wasn't waiting in the back to ambush her or if she was genuinely happy that Quinn seemed unharmed from her accident. It was the second one that had Quinn revved up just that little bit more.

And it was cause enough for Quinn to sneer out, "Rachel, a car is a car is a car. Get in so I can get inside you."

"How many uncouth and unbecoming sexual innuendos are you going to come at me with, Quinn Fabray?"

Quinn's chuckle was hoarse, almost grating as it drifted over to Rachel, finally cutting through the thickness of Rachel's defenses. Rachel took a tentative step closer to Quinn.

Quinn recognized that the smile she let soar in Rachel's direction was as manipulative as Rachel's earlier lip bite. "These aren't innuendos, Rachel. These statements are more along the lines of me directly pleading with you to please get in the vehicle so that we can commence fucking. Also, you just said 'come at me with.' How should I react to that, Rachel?"

Sighing in that haughty manner that was so distinctively Rachel that the girl should have it patented and subsequently trademarked, she jerked for Quinn's car keys and let herself into the backseat. Quinn caught the barest hint of skin near the apex of Rachel's upper thighs as the girl shifted into position below Quinn.

Sweat unexpectedly sheened across Quinn's forehead. They were back on that escalator again, except they'd switched sides for this trip. Rachel was pushing her skirt up right as Quinn yanked her pants down.

"Do you always sweat this badly?" Rachel sounded mildly repulsed but it didn't stop her from ripping open the condom package that Quinn had tossed her way in the most inelegant manner possible.

Quinn tried her hardest to keep it together. Why was she sweating so fucking profusely? Maybe she needed to stop staring at Rachel's pussy and divert her attention. Perhaps admire the early morning sun for a second or two. Regrouping time, that's all she needed.

She felt Rachel reach for her penis and she craned her neck down to meet Rachel's gaze. The girl's pupils were almost worryingly dilated. It was as if little hearts had formed in the middle of her irises. "Wow, Quinn, you really are massive."

Usually, such a statement would flatter Quinn and she'd be ready with a quip, but all she could do was take in shallow breaths as Rachel kept tugging – fucking tugging! – at her dick. The condom still lay limp and folded in Rachel's other hand. This was not going well.

Sweat was now pouring from Quinn's forehead as if her face had just emerged from one of those ice water facial dunks that Rachel was always raving about. And, still, Rachel wouldn't ease up on her dick.

"Rachel…Rachel…" Quinn was begging by the call of Rachel's name for the girl to slow down. It had been three weeks. If Rachel kept this up, it was only going to take three more seconds for the winter of her discontent to end.

Rachel kept chanting "so massive…so massive" as she rubbed the length of Quinn.

Quinn desperately wanted inside Rachel. It was an ache that now consumed her as much as the thrills shooting through her at every touch of Rachel's fingers.

She tried again. "Rachel…Rachel…"

Heart filled eyes blazed at Quinn, making the sweat on her face nearly glow. "So massive…so massive."

And so it happened. How could it not? If Rachel thought Quinn's dick alone was massive, what came out of it was, well, equally worthy of that description.

Rachel squealed and pulled back enough to bump her head on the car window. Quinn grimaced and tried to look away. Might be best to give Rachel a little privacy to recover. Quinn heard Rachel spit and gag and mutter. Blindly, she handed the girl a couple of tissues. And then about a half dozen more.

Rachel grabbed at them and sputtered, "Jesus, warn a girl, Quinn!"

Facing Rachel again, Quinn was put out by Rachel's exasperation. "You're the one who wouldn't listen to me! Going on and on about the massiveness of my Quinnis! I appreciate the compliment, Rachel, but need you pick that moment to forget anything but the most basic of vocabulary and all of your motor skills with the exception of up and down?"

Wiping the last bit of Quinn's spunk from her face, Rachel smirked and unceremoniously lobbed a crumbled tissue at Quinn.

Shifting upward to pull her panties back on, Rachel laughed merrily. "This was a very illuminating experience for me, Quinn. It was certainly not the ending I had in mind, so let's try this again tomorrow. In the janitor's closet. I hear that you perform much better in that particular venue anyway."

Quinn wanted to protest, to defend her Quinnis and its stamina! But she had no hard-on to stand on in this case.

Rachel grazed a teasing finger along the seam of Quinn's pants. "Do you think you could be up for that?"

By the tremor that shook her body at the merest touch from Rachel, she was positive, certain, beyond a reasonable doubt sure that her Quinnis would be massively ready.

Any time Rachel asked it of her.

*THE END*

AN: Thanks to a certain someone for the information (some of which I took verbatim from a Twitter conversation we had) about the Rav4 and for coining the term Quinnis. Thanks to a certain other someone for a particular drawing that encapsulates Rachel's reaction to Quinn's penis…er…Quinnis.