WHO'S READY FOR SEASON 3? I AM DEFINITELY! Waiting a week is harder than waiting four months... -_-
And Dianna! Ohmygosh... I'm gonna die. I kinda want her to stay that way while getting some serious Faberry action. Aaannnddd, the return of Ms. Corcoran. She better bring Beth. That storyline was like completely neglected S2.
Well here it is. It's short, I know, but the next chapter should make up for it hopefully. :)
"Your turn!" Quinn squealed. Rachel brought a finger to her lips, reminding Quinn to be quiet and to not wake up the sleeping girls in the next room. She was on her hands and knees, head turned to look behind her at the starlet.
Rachel giggled quietly and skipped forward to the blonde, crouching down and pushing off of the blonde's back as she leaped over her. The brunette landed clumsily ahead of Quinn and rolled over, trying hard not to laugh out loud.
Why the girls had decided to play leap frog, neither of them really knew. They were in the guest bedroom now, pajamas on and Rachel's IPod playing softly on shuffle in the background. They were still kind of hyper – wait no – they were really hyper. Extremely.
Rachel lay on her side, gasping for the air that she needed. Quinn almost broke into tears from containing her laughter having watched the brunette go into silent-laugh-mode.
"I'm coming, Rach!" the blonde hissed through her giggling, leaping forward and landing on the brunette. Rachel's hands grabbed Quinn's waist, her head falling back on the carpet, face red from laughter.
The blonde buried her reddening-face in between the brunette's collar bone and neck, inhaling the scent there. It was sweet, and she desperately wanted to know what the girl she was lying on tasted like, to have that taste imprinted on her tongue, for her to cherish forever and relish in.
This was never the way I planned
Not my intention
I got so brave drink in hand
Lost my discretion
It's not what I'm used to
Just wanna try you on
I'm curious for you
Caught my attention
Rachel felt both their bodies freeze when the familiar song started to play. Quinn lifted her head up from the crook of the brunette's neck, glancing at her.
"I'll go change it, this is awkward," she giggled light-heartedly. Rachel blushed, removed her hands from the blonde's waist, and started to move when Quinn took her by surprise and pushed her back down gently.
I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chap stick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don't mind it
It felt so wrong, it felt so right
Don't mean I'm in love tonight
Hazel eyes met shocked brown ones. The brown turned to a soft, desire-filled mess, captivating the hazel. Rachel watched as Quinn's lips came closer and closer. The blonde stopped moving, her lips only an inch from the brunette's. Quinn looked up, eyes completely now full of desire, passion, and wondering. They were looking so intensely into hers, the brunette girl thought she'd die.
Rachel leaned up unexpectedly, smashing her lips to the supple ones belonging to the blonde. Her hands snaked back around her waist, pulling their bodies dangerously close.
Quinn hovered above the brunette, shivering from the feeling of Rachel's body bellow hers, thighs pressed together and stomachs barely touching. One hand supported her while leaning over the brunette so she wasn't fully lying on her, the other running through silky brown hair. Quinn's tongue slipped into Rachel's mouth, igniting a loud moan from the diva.
Tongues swirled, hands roamed, sounds of ecstasy ran away from their captors, and thighs pushed together in a frenzy of discovering. Discovering what each girl liked, treasured, and absolutely drove them mad with want.
Katy Perry's voice trailed low in the background:
Us girls, we are so magical
Soft skin, red lips, so kissable
Hard to resist, so touchable
Too good to deny it
Ain't no big deal, its innocent
The words scarcely hit the surface of Rachel's brain. Oh, Quinn was too good to deny.
The blonde pulled back for breath, Rachel breathing heavily underneath her. Rachel nodded aggressively, her hands tightening immensely on Quinn's hips.
Quinn locked her lips to the starlet's. The blonde's hand gripped the brunette hair, slightly tugging on it, pulling Rachel's head back to the carpet. Rachel removed her hands from her waist, starting below Quinn's breasts to run them down the blonde's flat stomach, palms out flat, experiencing every sensation, from the warmth of her body to the firmness of her abs.
The blonde pushed back harder on Rachel's mouth, showing her pleasure, moaning out. Quinn detached her hand from the glossy hair and moved it lower to let her thumb hesitantly caress the side of the shorter girl's breast.
"Quinn," Rachel muttered into the other girl's mouth. Something poked at the back of her brain, cautioning her. Rachel felt the blonde drop her hips onto her own, pressing a little, igniting pure, hot need. But something wasn't right…
"Quinn!" Rachel pulled back swiftly and scooted away from the blonde, despite her longing for her.
"What?"
"Shouldn't we talk about this? I mean… I… I was just kissing Quinn Fabray; my best friend," Rachel mumbled, averting her eyes, no idea how she was even able to speak after what had just taken place.
"I love you."
Rachel stared at the blonde who was standing above her now, eyes large. Everything came rushing to her in a smear of confused feelings and her body's yearning. The way they had been under the blanket tonight, the thoughts Rachel had had of the blonde in her underwear…
"I-I gotta go," Quinn quickly said, eyes darting around the room frantically. The brunette realized the color had drained from her cheeks and the desire had left their hazel depths, leaving a bland blur.
The brunette's eyes got even wider when the blonde ran to the window and started messing with the lock on it. The once-cheerleader kicked the screen off, Rachel hearing it land in the bushes on the side of the house below.
"Quinn! What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm sorry," the blonde muttered as she slipped one leg out the window, followed by the other. The diva heard the patter of feet on the roof, and a thud when Quinn disappeared from it.
Rachel panicked as she saw Quinn take off into the night, leaving her alone in the hours of darkness.
I kissed a girl and I liked it
I liked it
Shut up, Katy, Rachel thought.
Her insides ached. The look of despair and confusion on Rachel's face had only added to it.
Quinn stopped, taking in her surroundings. She was in the hills of Lima. The hills? She had come all the way here?
She stared around in awe of the beauty and peacefulness of the night. The stars glowed ahead of her, sparkling with their beauty. Rachel plagued her thoughts instantly, the blonde wanting to see the sparkle of her eyes.
Quinn dropped herself down in the swaying grass, it being slightly disturbed by the wind. The breeze felt good, soothing her nerves, slowing down the rushing of blood in her veins, ultimately calming her.
She laid down, thoughts of the brunette still interrupting any other thought. It was almost a full moon, its light flashing around her, reflecting. Reflecting?
She shot up immediately, her gaze landing on the flashing, dancing bright lights above a small roll of a hill to her left. Her feet carried her, Quinn feeling almost weightless, not making any noise as she walked through the dense grass.
She made it over the small hill, taking in the expanse of dazzling water below her. It left her in a trance, the flashing shapes and motions of it captivating her mind and body.
Quinn's eyes traveled around the edge of the pool, observing the small shadow outlining the water at its edges from the surrounding earth around it. The water lapped just a couple inches underneath, merrily going on its own way.
But the spell was broken as Quinn's eyes met the pair across from her.
"No, I'm serious, she just jumped out the window!" Rachel walked around the room nervously, almost leaving dents in the floor from her fast pace and friction. Brittany and Santana had come rushing into the room when they had heard Rachel's wailing.
"She'll be fine, Q," Brittany offered up, not really knowing what to say.
"How can you say that?" Rachel spun on her heels, snapping at the blonde who was sitting on the Queen-sized bed.
Brittany frowned, Santana stepping in front of the brunette, hands on her shoulders. "Quinn isn't crazy, she wouldn't just jump out of a window without a good reason," the Latina smiled hopefully.
"That should have hurt her! Not that I want her to be injured, but really, no human being should be capable of that!" the diva sputtered.
The Cheerios shared a knowing glance.
"What?" Rachel put her hands on her hips, using her most commanding diva voice.
"What?" Santana countered back, raising an eyebrow at her.
"You can be so annoying sometimes, Santana Lopez," the brunette rolled her eyes in frustration. "Shouldn't we go and look for her?" she asked.
"Err," Santana started, reaching into her pocket on her flannel pajama pants to pull out her vibrating phone.
"Who's texting you at two-thirty in the morning?" Rachel said exasperatedly.
"Nobody," the Latina grumbled, typing a quick reply.
"At least I know it isn't Quinn; she left her phone here," Rachel announced, glancing behind her to look at the blonde's phone on the nightstand. "Ugh, I'm so worried! Where could she be?"
"Can you just trust us when we tell you she's safe?" Brittany spoke up.
Rachel leaned past Santana to take in the blonde behind her. "What do you know, Brittany?"
"She's knows nothing." Rachel caught the quick glare Santana gave her girlfriend. "But you know those feelings B gets sometimes. Maybe we should just trust that Q is okay," Santana said, turning back to the enraged starlet.
She collapsed on the floor, tears flooding out through her eyes and smearing her palms. Rachel had feelings for Quinn. Very, very deep feelings she hadn't fully realized until tonight. She felt a warm arm wrap around her shoulders, squeezing her.
Rachel timidly raised her eyes to meet Santana's as the taller brunette knelt down in front of the shorter one.
"You love Quinn, don't you?" The tone Santana used was so unlike her. Sweet, careful, and kind; a tone she only ever heard used on Britt.
Rachel nodded a couple times, the tears smudging her vision more forcefully this time. She full-on sobbed on Brittany's shoulder next to her, too worried to do anything else but cry and fret. The Latina leaned forward to wrap her arms around her shivering friend, consoling the starlet the best she could. How would they ever explain all this to Rachel?
Okay, so who do you think Quinn saw? Any ideas? 'Cause I know, obviously. Haha. I'm the author XP. And you know who you are, if I've given you a shout-out before, this goes for you because I'm too lazy to put up all your names again. Off to watch Harry Potter!
-Ezzy
