A/N 1: Hello Faberry Fandom! This is my first fic, so any feedback you have would be much much appreciated. I have a few chapters written already but I am curious to see what people think I should do with this. Just an idea I had re-watching season 3.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, it's characters, or it's plot. If I did, Finn wouldn't exist other than to be the punch line of all Santana's jokes.
I will admit I've been out of sync lately. Everything I do seems one second too early or two seconds too late. Things aren't connecting like they should. My hands are out of sync with my feet which are out of sync with my legs which are out of sync with my mind. Things were falling through the cracks or through my fingers. Like the glass I dropped on the floor in the kitchen.
It came crashing down and shattered around my feet. A metaphor for everything else in my life. I took a test this morning I forgot to study for because I was too busy screwing Quinn in the bathroom of Clydes. I guess I really only ended up screwing myself on that one.
"What on earth?" Kurt rushed in to find me with my head in my hands standing in the middle of a barefoot death trap.
"Don't move, I'll get the broom." He said before rushing out.
Then there was Kurt. He was my best friend and yet, I treated him like a stranger lately. Every time I came home late and snuck into our two bedroom living quarters, I was lying to him. It was always a different excuse. Last night I told him I was at a rehearsal.
He eventually stopped asking questions after the countless times I told him it was nothing to worry about. It wasn't that I didn't trust him. I just knew he wouldn't approve of my extracurriculars as of late.
I was in the same position he left me when he returned. I wanted to cry. This feeling of disconnect was overwhelming and I couldn't quite put my finger on how to stop it. Kurt must have noticed.
"Walking on, walking on, broken glass." He sang. It got a chuckle out of me as I removed my hands from my face.
"Thanks." It was sincere. He always knew how to cheer me up. And I appreciated him even more in that moment as I finally was able to move and he swept the pieces into a dust pan.
I trudged over to the couch and plopped down. The wine I was going to pour would have to wait until I got my shakey hands to settle. I sat there for a while and began to drift off when Kurt coughed. I didn't open my eyes.
"Your phone won't stop going off." I immediately jumped up. It was late and I already knew who it was. Only one person ever texted me after ten.
I rushed into the kitchen to pick my phone from the counter. I couldn't let him see who it was. Yes, it's password protected and no, I don't think he would ever go through my phone but an addicts paranoia is unmatched to anything.
He handed it to me, my frazzled state obvious.
"Who's Lucy Ray?" He asked as I looked down and saw the screen.
New Text Message: Lucy Ray (4)
"It's nobody." I absentmindedly willed him to not ask again. Or to figure it out.
"Nobody seems to be adamant." He half chuckled, half inquired. I knew he didn't want to challenge me, but his curiousity was getting the better of him.
I read the texts in front of him, against my better judgement.
Finn's out.
He'll be with his friends until at least 1.
Come over. Now.
I want to hear you scream my name.
The last one made me blush. I've never really been allowed to do that before.
I looked back up at Kurt who had his eyes locked on my rosy cheeks. A knowing glance passing over his face. I quickly typed out a response.
Give me 15.
"Really, it's nobody." I turned and walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
It took less than two minutes after I walked through the door to Quinn's apartment for her to be inside me.
"You said he would be gone for a couple of hours. Shit. We can, fuck, we can slow down." I said between breaths I was struggling to catch when she threw both my legs over her shoulders and ran her tongue slowly up my core.
I looked down from my spot sitting on the back of the couch to where she was on her knees in front of me. Short hair skewed every which way and dark eyes looking up at me. I could feel her smirk against my wet center.
She didn't respond verbally. She just took my clit into her mouth and sucked hard. That was the only answer I got before my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
It was around midnight when I left. There was no cuddling, no kissing, there never was. Just fucking. On the couch, on the floor, on the kitchen table, and in the shower. When I finally hailed a cab, I could barely walk.
We didn't talk as we left the bar. I didn't ask her where we were going and she didn't offer an answer. I just followed her as she hailed us a cab and let me scoot in first.
She gave the driver an address I didn't know and told him to take the longest way he could. I didn't ask her why.
Our interaction in the cab wasn't entirely different than it was in the bar. Quinn looked out the window at the passing buildings and I looked at her. This time when my hands had the urge to touch her, I didn't stop them. But she did.
As soon as my right hand reached out to touch her she put her hand on top of mine and placed it back in my own lap. I wasn't sure how she always knew what I was about to do when she wasn't even looking at me, but somehow she did.
Her hand never left me though. Her finger traced up and down my thigh. Bringing the hem of my skirt with it. It was so light and careful, but it sent chills to every inch of my body. I was so focused on keeping a steady breath because, God, she was only barely touching me and already I felt more than I ever had before, that I barely noticed the cab stop and her pay the driver.
I followed her lead out the car door, up the stairs, through the lobby, and onto the elevator before I even realized I was walking. I watched her push the button for the 6th floor and counted the dings as they went up. Holding my breath at number 5.
As soon as we walk into her apartment she flips the lamp in the foyer on. I look around at the tidiness I know she has obsessively kept the place in. I see the pictures on the walls and suddenly it hits me that –
"Where's Finn?" The caution in the question is unmistakeable. I am nervous to hear the answer. What if they broke up and I knew before Kurt? What if he is sick, or hurt, and is in the hospital. What if he's –
"Asleep." She says it like it was the most obvious answer in the world. Well if he's asleep… wait, I thought they lived together? That can't be right. I open my mouth to question but she jumps beats me to it this time.
"He's in the bedroom passed out. It's about that time of night." I furrow my eyebrows even more. Was this a joke? Get Rachel Berry back to the apartment on false pretense? Was Puck going to jump out of the closet with a slushy while Santana ties my hands and feet together?
She must notice how my face falls and anticipates my upcoming outburst because she is quickly standing within inches of my face, her fingers on my lips.
"Shhh. He's asleep, but he's not dead." Her face moves even closer until we are breathing the same air. " If you aren't comfortable with this…" She lets the option trail off before she grabs the back of my neck with her hand and brings her mouth right up against my ear. "But I am going to get in the shower…" She licks the outer shell of my ear and my knees go weak. "If you want to join." And then she's gone.
It takes me a second to realize what is happening before I feel my legs moving. When I look up, she is standing in front of me with a smirk on her face and a towel in her hand. She grabs me by the waist and pulling my body against hers with her right arm while her left reaches out to close the door to the guest bathroom behind us.
Thoughts? Comments?
This is all I have written so far. I have some thoughts on where to go from here but any sort of feedback is welcome! :)
