Well, since someone expressed the desire for me to keep writing this fic. Here an update I wrote time ago...let me know what u think :)
Part 3
Santana's Plan
Three days had gone by since Quinn had found Santana in her bedroom, despite her internal rebellion to being blackmailed by none but someone who was supposed to be her friend, she had decided to agree with her plans to be involved in the Fabray's family business to put her revenge plan in motion. The pink haired girl's hair had gone back to her original blonde mane, something else she had to give up onto along with her own freedom to love whoever she wanted, without worrying about the repercussions of her actions.
Secondly, she had to keep her contact with Rachel to the minimum level and to the rare times, when Santana had headed back home for the night after monopolizing all Quinn's time; the blonde had to suppress her cravings about seeing the other brunette, the one who held her heart and that after their night together, she couldn't keep her mind off of. Going back to school, furthermore, meant playing the loyal girlfriend to the Latina Head Cheerleader who was going along with her plans, without any regret or doubt about it. The taller blonde was standing by her locker, checking her short blonde hair and barely recognizing herself. She had definitely gotten used to the pink color and she wondered what Rachel would say, once she had seen her back to her natural hair color.
"Hey baby…" a sultry voice whispered in her ear and strong arms circled her waist from behind, holding her in place against the lockers in the deserted hallways. The taller girl couldn't help but wish for another pair of arms sneaking around her and another voice whispering in her ear, but she had to play along not to risk Rachel's safety.
"Hey you." Quinn shut her locker closed and turned around to face the Latina, whose arms moved up around her neck as her hands tentatively rested on her hips, above the fabric of the polyester Cheerio top. "How was class?"
"It was boring, so I made it out earlier and thought we could make a good use of the janitor's closet." She smirked up at her, pressing the ex-cheerio into the metal lockers behind them and leaning her weight against her front. "Or we could do it here, no one is around and even if someone was, it's a good way to come out as power couple in McKinley."
"Look, Santana. I agreed with this couple thing but we have no sexual obligations with each other, so I highly recommend you to find someone else to help you with your primal urges. All I can grant you is holding hands and just few kisses, no more than that. I am not a cheater." Quinn whispered into the brunette's face, whose scowl had replaced the smirk on her tanned face. "I'll walk you to Glee."
"About that, girlfriend. You're joining it, we are one member down and we might benefit from your good looks and moves." The Head Cheerleader leaned up on her tiptoes and brushed her lips over the blonde's lower lip, whose hands rested firmly on her slender hips. "No negotiations are allowed, not even if you dropped on your knees and buried your face between my legs right now. Gotta say, though, the mere thought makes me ruin my spankies."
"You are unbelievable, but I guess I have no other choice but following you there too, do I?" The blonde sighed sadly and looked away from the chocolate eyes she used to trust into or seek comfort from; nothing of the old compassionate Santana was left in there, only void and so much anger. "Let's go to Glee, but I am not going to sing a solo."
"We'll see about that baby." She smirked and smacked their lips loudly, just to prove to the few people in the hallway that Santana Lopez had scored the most powerful girl in the whole town, making her raising even higher in the school hierarchy only to become untouchable to anyone else's eyes. With one last smirk, she wrapped both hands around the blonde's forearm and led them down the hallways, casting fiery glances to the students that dared to look her way. Her social climbing to the top had just begun.
Another kind of troubles
When Rachel walked inside her mansion, she was totally surprised to find her ex-boyfriend standing tall in the living room and having an amused conversation with one of her dads, given that when they were dating he had never attempted to get to know them, despite her trying to reason him into it. Her bag dropped to the floor by the living room's door, Leroy had pulled the tall guy into a quick hug before winking at his own daughter over his shoulder, clearly oblivious to all the distress and the drama he had put Rachel through, whilst dating.
"What are you doing here, Finn?" The brunette stood by the her Daddy's favorite armchair, arms crossed over her light blue blouse as she stared at him with an angry and very unwelcoming glare. "I thought we had both agreed on moving on, so I highly recommend you to leave my house on good terms. We don't want to alert my fathers or Noah."
"Moving on huh? Guess it's what you did with that pink haired girl, what's her name?" Finn smirked down at her, watching the panic replace the anger on her face and mostly, in her eyes. "Sure we shouldn't alert your fathers or they might find out about your new collaboration with the enemy." He moved past her toward the staircase that led to the bedroom zone, where he knew her room was located; he didn't even need to look over his shoulder to know she was following him. As soon as they made it to the second floor, Rachel shut the door of her soundproofed room and turned toward her ex-boyfriend, who was sitting comfortably at his desk with a smug grin on his lips.
"How do you know about her and, mostly, what the hell you want, Finn? Wasn't it enough that I had to find out about you cheating on me or go through the lack of attentions and care toward me?" She folded her arms across her chest and watched his smirk falter, knowing she had hit a weak spot in his perfect guy attitude he claimed to show.
"What do I want? You. I love you, Rachel, and I made few mistakes but it's still us. We are meant to be, don't you remember that anymore?" He stood up and walked up to her, his hands rested each side of her head against the wooden door staring down at her. "I want you back and show you that I could make you happier than she would ever do, she is a fucking Fabray and you are supposed to hate her."
"That's where you're wrong Finn, I love her and if you really loved me, you wouldn't be here blackmailing me because I fell in love with someone else!" She hissed and pushed against his broad shoulders, pushing him back to escape from his towering figure. "Just because we were together and you were my first boyfriend, doesn't mean you are the one I will end up with."
"So what? You fell in love with that punk bitch and all of your plans changed for her? What about making it to New York? Or waiting for your EGOT to sleep with someone?" He crossed his arms above his chest, still quite sure the girl's virginity was still firmly there and probably waiting for him to have it. "I waited for you to put out."
"If it was just a mere act of putting out for you, then I am so glad I gave myself to her and she was surely so much better than you would have ever been." She yelled back at him, watching his facial features drop visibly before anger replaced the hurt. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pinned her against the desk behind them, his fingers dug into her forearms making her wince for the tightness of the grip. "Let me the fucking go!"
"You are nothing but a fucking slut, you spread your legs for her but had me begging for it without even sparing to throw me a fucking bone huh? You know what, keep your precious relationship with her but I'll get what was mine in the first place or I'll make sure to have an interesting talk with your dads." He crashed his lips down on hers and pushed himself more against her before pulling back, watching her slump on the floor in tears. "I am expecting you tomorrow at 7 PM at my place, don't be late if you know what's best for you." He slammed the door shut as he walked out of the room, Rachel just buried her face in her own hands wishing to have Quinn's arms around her.
Sealing deals
Lying in his bed had never felt worse before; surely they had few pretty steamy make-out sessions that somehow had brought her some pleasure, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of being in Quinn's arms, despite their environments weren't equally comfortable or canonically romantic. The fabric of the sheet felt rough against her naked frame, brushing against what, in other circumstances, were the most sensitive parts of her body but that now were just giving her discomfort. She felt dirty, from the inside out. Her skin was slightly sweaty, but not from the pleasured exhaustion that usually accompanies the act; it came from being pressed down in the mattress, with her ex-boyfriend moving on top of and, sadly, inside of her. She had felt no pleasure at all, but she was quite sure he just aimed to his own pleasure and to stroke his ego, succeeding in putting a big weight on her conscience since she had just slept with someone, who wasn't her girlfriend.
She just wanted to cry, but she couldn't give him an ulterior reason to flaunt his ego and smirk at her, knowing he still held so much power on his ex-girlfriend. Rachel reached for her discarded underwear, still dry from not feeling any anticipation or excitement as she had stepped into the boy's room; even lying there, under him, had been nothing but a matter of self-preservation. She was doing it for Quinn and their relationship, hoping not to cause the opposite effect, resulting in the destruction of what they had built together. She stood up from the unmade bed, silently putting her clothes back on and keeping her back to the other person in the room; she could feel his eyes fixed on her, probably smirking and proud of his performance that hadn't lasted more than 3 minutes.
"You could stay a little longer, eat something and maybe go for a second round." He sat up and brushed his big fingers along her bare forearms, before landing on her hips over the dress where he tried to bunch the fabric upwards to expose her skin. "Unless you have other plans with your precious girl, but heard that Santana is keeping her on a leash."
"I just want to pretend this never happened, you disgust me." Rachel gathered herself and stood up, reaching for her purse she didn't even cast a glance to the guy lingering in bed, smirking and not bothering to cover himself with the sheet. "Don't talk about Quinn as if you knew her, because you aren't worth it to even say her name."
"Maybe, but you and I are of the same league. Didn't take you much to get in bed with me and spread those nice legs, wonder what your precious Quinn would say if she knew the things I did to you." Finn slipped his boxers on and stood up, he walked slowly toward his ex-girlfriend and wrapped one of his strong arms around her back pulling her closer. "What do you think, huh? Had I been her, I would be worried about my current girlfriend sleeping with her ex."
"Don't you dare to say anything to her or I swear I'll make your life a living hell." She shrugged his arm off and pushed him hard backwards, watching him stumble and almost losing his own balance. She was angry, humiliated and dirty. "And you better stop spreading rumors only to make yourself feel better. You are nothing but an asshole whose performance in bed matches the one on the field, no wonder your team sucks so bad."
"Rumors huh? Why don't you ask your girl then and see what excuse she can find, bet she'd be delighted to hear from you how much I suck in bed." He chuckled and looked at her one more time, before she bolted out of the bedroom and the house.
Breaking the rules
Leaving Santana alone with her parents wasn't the brightest idea, but she really needed space from that suffocating environment that tightened around her like a rope around a wannabe suicide, slowly killing her till she felt nothing anymore. She kept driving in her Mustang, the memories of few nights before still taunted her mind and when her eyes landed on the blanket, she almost lost her grip on the steering wheel. She needed to see Rachel. Talk to her and just hold her. She pulled over and just walked out of the car, leaning against the warm hood she lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply; nicotine was the second best way to relax herself, after the petite brunette's touch or voice, of course. Quinn almost didn't feel the ringing coming from the passenger seat of her car, but she quickly rushed to it and opened it only to find the so desired voice waiting on the other line.
Just quick nods and directions, her frown had visibly softened as she stayed on the side of the road waiting for her girlfriend to join her; then they could ride to nearest town and pretend they were not Fabray's or Berry's family members but only Quinn and Rachel. Two girls, in love. The cab's lights were shining too brightly for her eyes to land on her beautiful girl as soon as she emerged from the car, but when a soft familiar body crashed in her front she reminded herself she didn't need eyes to see Rachel, she could use the other four senses to feel her. When the darkness surrounded the two girls, Quinn leaned down to plant a soft kiss on her girlfriend's pouty lips, sighing happily into her mouth and tightening her hold around her petite frame; she effortlessly lifted her off her feet as they leaned back in the car behind, lying down in an awkward position against it but they really didn't care when their bodies were pressed so intimately together and their hearts beat in unison.
It took them more than 45 minutes to finally make it to the next town, they had to pull their mouths apart from each other and keep their hands to each other, at least until they reached a safe and stable place where they could fully express how much they had missed each other. Quinn knew a small motel's owner who covered her tracks, every time she needed to take some time for herself without her parents and bodyguards breathing on her neck. The room was small and definitely not as luxurious as the rooms they were accustomed to, but it was just them so they could easily slip their 'snobbish' armors off and just be themselves.
As soon as they stepped into the room, it felt like the weight of their family names was pulled off their shoulders and a powerful magnetic force pulled them closer, erasing any distance that had kept them apart for the past days. Hands tugged at clothes in hasty and rushed movements, scratching the bare skin that lied underneath the thin confinements of shirts, pants and skirts; falling on the relative small bed, almost missing it was not even registered by the two girls who were too busy in removing the last garment of clothes, leaving them bare and exposed together.
Rachel pushed her lover on her back, spreading her long toned legs wider enough to fit her hips between them and lowering her aching core right against the blonde's one; hips bucked upwards and soft bundle of nerves brushed and hardened at the intimate contact, letting the feeling of heat against heat take over their whole frames. Quinn's hands reached for the brunette's slender hips, slowly rolling her back and forth so that their folds disclosed and pressed harder together, the essence of their excitement was slowly flowing between them lubricating their cores and staining the old blankets beneath them.
"I missed you Rachel…" The ex-cheerleader sat up, her strong abs tensing with each thrust of their hips and her fingers slowly moving behind the girl's back, gripping on the solid buttocks to keep her closer and lead her movements, setting the pace for them both. Quinn's lips slowly trailed along the side of her neck, stopping to attach themselves on her quickened pulse point as her hips bucked harder up, almost sending the brunette off her lap.
"I missed you too baby." The petite singer rolled them over, both of her legs moved around the taller girl's hips and the heels of her feet pressed against her asscheeks, pulling her down on her aching core with more force and need. "God Quinn…" She moaned her name loudly, not worrying about someone hearing her since they've been given the most remote room in the motel, that granted them more privacy. Her short nails scratched along the muscular shoulders that were tensing against her touch, washboard abs tightened to aid the frantic pace of their hips slamming and their clits rubbing.
"I am close baby.." The ex-cheerio buried her face into her lover's neck, grunting with each thrust of their hips and each slam of the headboard against the wall, her fists wrapped around the edges of the bed and her arms leveraged her weight on top of the brunette, without crushing her. She could feel the familiar feeling her lower stomach, the tingling sensation in her toes and the shivers coursing through her sweaty body. She was so close but she wanted to take Rachel with her.
"Make me cum babyyy…" Rachel pleaded and arched into her front, one of her hand moved between their sweaty bodies to push two fingers inside the writhing brunette, thrusting in time with their hips as her own core ground furiously on the other girl's exposed center. "Fuckkkk" Nails dug into the skin of her back and legs tightened their grip around her back, pulling her abruptly down as the blonde's fingers were kept in a vice grip inside of Rachel, who then flooded her hand with her hard stream.
"God Rachhh" Quinn's hips kept bucking violently down to push the brunette into the bed, her own release peak was finally reached so her juices were mixing with the other girl's ones, who kept trashing and writhing under her weight. Her fingers were released from the tight grip of Rachel's core, digging into the mattress as their centers powered and pushed against each other, grinding and riding the intense orgasm together. "Rach…" The blonde breathed out tiredly as she collapsed against her panting lover, who buried her face into the gold mane and held onto her girlfriend, fighting the urge to cry and sob into her strong arms.
(sorry for the double post!)
