Santana was lying on her backside across Quinn's bedspread. Her head lolled near the edge and her dark hair hung loosely over the side, swaying carelessly with her slight movements. She held her hands up at her face, in the one she held an old bottle of black nail polish, and with the other she slowly stroked the small brush against her nails – she was a sucker for perfection. Brittany's head rested flatly on Santana's toned stomach, and she rose and fell with every stretch of the Latina's diaphragm.
Quinn was curled up at her window seat with her sketchbook. Rachel's head rested calmly against Quinn's torso, and Quinn drew, holding the sketchbook at a long angle over Rachel's body – making sure that the little brunette could see every one of her pencil strokes and outlines as she drew quietly. Rachel hummed sweetly as she watched the blondes fingers move gracefully across the smooth page; marking and shading, marking and shading. She sighed contentedly at their seemingly unseeming quartet and followed her memories back to the beginning. The kiss was almost two weeks ago, and since then: the burning hadn't stopped – if anything, it had inflamed and engulfed them entirely.
2 weeks ago:
Their tongues memorized each other in the heat soaked study. Rachel's hands were tentative and she kept them along Quinn's thigh, or against her toned stomach – never releasing too much pressure. Quinn kissed her back slowly and passionately, and she scorched for a firmer touch. "At Last" crooned and fell to a close as they stroked lips against lips, and nose to nose. The heat between them was unattainable, and If they didn't stop soon they would lose each other in it. Quinn wasn't ready for that; and plus, she was currently without a shirt.
She smiled into their kissing forms and pulled back reluctantly – her eyes trained on Rachel's face the entire time. The brunette opened her eyes, and Quinn's breath caught at the darkening irises she saw there – her own hazel eyes must have been a token of her desire as well for Rachel, and the diva smiled back – flushing gingerly.
"Wow." They both said at the same time, and then their spell broke into a fit of smiles and giggles.
"Jinx."
They both said, their voices synchronizing again. They laughed harder this time and collapsed into each other – Quinn dropped her head to Rachel's shoulder and placed an open kiss there as she smiled warmly. Rachel sighed against her sagging form.
"That was - you're incredible" Rachel smiled down at the Blonde and stroked a stray strand of hair behind the girls head. Quinn smiled again and hugged Rachel close.
"Hey Rach?" Rachel quirked an eyebrow and looked down at Quinn.
"Can I get lost in you forever?" The blonde was smiling a smile that could set fire to the sun and Rachel's heart opened and took it for keeps. Of course Quinn would steal her heart with a simple question – of course she was already falling for the girl, honestly; how could she not?
The rest of the afternoon had them retreating from the study and ending up in the backyard, in the living room watching bad Television (all Quinn), and ordering bad takeout – they melted together in the summer heat, stealing kisses behind closed doors and during TV breaks. It was divine, and neither girl wanted it to end.
Rachel left Quinn Fabray's house that night with a promise – a promise of more to come, and oh, was she ready. She needed this. She wanted this. She would be there, and Quinn Fabray was hers; If not forever, than at least for the summer.
And here Rachel was now, smiling dazedly as she watched Quinn's hands move fluidly across the medium. Rachel hadn't even known that Quinn liked to draw until that afternoon. The blonde had perched up onto her window seat and patted her lap beckoning Rachel forward to sit. She walked there swiftly and Quinn placed a kiss to her nose before leading her down to lie against her lap as she sat up. Rachel followed the lead and got comfortable just as Quinn began to pull out a small sketchbook and pencil set.
"You draw Quinn!" Rachel had turned her head up abruptly and a beautiful smile fell on her lips, as she got excited. She loved talent – she thrived on it, and it made her heart swell with pride to see its embodiment. Quinn smiled back as she sharpened dull points and nodded her head.
"Yup Blueberry, I draw a lot…just a hobby." Santana had scoffed then and didn't turn her head as she started painting her nails on Quinn's bed.
"Yeesh, I'm tired of all this puppy love crap – get over it. Man Hands meet Q, she likes to draw… too much if you ask me… and Q, Meet Man Hands – future Broadway extraordinaire."
Santana grimaced as she returned to her task at hand. Brittany placed a chaste kiss to Santana's torso before smiling up at Rachel and Quinn by the window.
"Quinn draws awesome stuff blueberry…she used to draw you A LOT. It was weird, show her Turtle!
Quinn groaned audibly as she sat against the window seat, sharpening pencils with Rachel lying in her lap.
That was embarrassing – she honestly hadn't meant for Rachel to figure that out for a while – she didn't want to scare the little brunette away. But she had cared about Rachel for a long time, and thus she drew her more than she drew anybody else. Mostly sketches during shared classes, or doodles from memory when she was bored while doing homework. It wasn't necessarily meant for everyone's gazing eyes, but Brittany had just trapped her.
"Let me see!" Rachel squealed as she reached excitedly for the sketchpad. Quinn grimaced and swallowed a dry lump.
"Blueberry…" Quinn had barely whispered, but Rachel could hear the plea in her voice and it broke her heart. What was her blonde so scared of; she would always be there to catch her. Rachel paused and kissed Quinn softly on the lips – expelling all of her emotions into a single touch, she hoped Quinn would understand.
"Baby, " Rachel paused and kissed Quinn again, pouring out all of her assurances into the blonde. "Please."
Quinn nodded quietly before looking out of the window nervously as Rachel turned back to the sketchbook and opened it to the first page. It was like nothing she'd ever seen before. It was exquisite. She flipped through pages and saw glimpses of her own face, her own hands, her eyes, interspersed with random doodles and sketches. The work was detailed and precise, and the shading was otherworldly. To say that Quinn was talented was putting it lightly. Quinn could draw as beautifully and as magically across paper as Rachel could sing on a stage. It just was. And Rachel's breath caught at the beauty.
"These are…" Rachel was speechless, there were no words for their beauty, and her eyes grew hazy with tears before they settled on Quinn looking out of the window. Rachel reached out a hand and wrapped it around Quinn's chin pulling her back in. She kissed Quinn again passionately – pouring out all of her love and all of her praise before pulling back and smiling.
"God, get a fucking room." Santana muttered from the bed as Brittany looked at them with a wide, loving smile. Rachel turned and blushed, before pulling back completely and staring at Quinn.
"Draw me." Quinn smirked nervously at the statement.
"Right now? I'm sorry Rach, but I am not Leonardo DiCaprio and this is not 'Titanic.'"
Santana gagged audibly. "Please, nobody wants to see Berry-licious get all naked and pull a Kate Winslet – nightmares for fucking days." Rachel huffed and ignored the Latina. She hated to admit that she was beginning to grow quite fond of her company.
"Yes, babe right now."
"But there are tons of drawings of you already in that sketchbook, you want another one?"
"Quinn Fabray you are a magnificent artist, and I'll need a picture of your drawing prowess so that I can put it up on my wall in my room and think 'My not- really girlfriend drew that for me.'" Rachel smirked then, she hit the home run, Quinn smiled and sputtered.
"Your not- really girlfriend? I thought you were single!" Rachel grinned back.
"I am single. But I have a not-really girlfriend now. She hasn't admitted to it yet, but she will – I would be jealous if I were you. She's a knockout – oh, and she draws like no other."
Quinn laughed out loud then and nodded her head. "Well, Blue – I've got my own knockout of a not-really girlfriend already. I'm taken. I'm pretty sure we're basically official, just have to go on that first date."
Rachel beamed right back. And snapped her fingers against the air. "Deal. Draw me now! …I'd like a picture from my new almost girlfriend. Is that ok?"
"Perfect. Anything for you babe." And with that Rachel repositioned herself and Quinn began to draw while Rachel smiled and hummed out to into the warm air. And that is how they all were now, lazily lying out, enjoying each other's quiet company while Rachel hummed quietly in the background.
"Done." Santana groaned as she stretched and re-capped her nail polish, setting it on Quinn's night table. She sighed and looked down at her partner in crime, Brittany had fallen asleep against her stomach, her breath released steadily as her eyes fluttered with the art of dreaming. Santana brushed a strand of hair away from her face before settling cool dark eyes on Quinn and Rachel. She would never admit it, but seeing them curled up like that stilled her – she was happy that Quinn was happy, and she needed that reassurance. Because now Quinn had an anchor, one who wouldn't float around and probably leave her one day without much else – she had Rachel… and together they had love: she could feel it to her core and it was bright and luminous.
It was about fucking time too. If Santana had never gotten Berry to come to Quinn's house that afternoon – where would they be? She smirked as she turned her head around on the bed, her eyes drifted shut as she quickly dozed off to sleep.
Quinn's arms were getting tired; she had just finished her quick sketch of Rachel before her legs stared to fall asleep. She wiggled her toes painfully and grimaced.
"Babe, can you get up for a second. I need to stretch." Rachel stopped humming and climbed off of Quinn's lap, letting the blonde sit up and stretch out her tired limbs. Quinn climbed up off of the window seat and slowly made her way to the bathroom – she had a master bedroom, her parents gave it to her when her older sister moved out. Quinn had a huge bedroom, and it was girly in a very tomboyish sense of the word. Her bedspread and pillows were simple, single gray flowers on white with gray trim. Pictures of her and old friends adorned her walls along with frames of old artwork from her adolescence and childhood. The bathroom was off in the corner, complete with a small vanity and full-length mirrors adorned the closets.
Rachel watched as Quinn walked into the bathroom, keeping the door ajar as she disappeared from view.
"Rachelllllllllllll.." Quinn's sing song voice echoed through the large bedroom a few minutes later. Rachel answered back in similar fashion.
"Mmmmmhmmmmmm?"
"Can you grab those shorts that are folded up on the desk next to my closet and bring them here?"
Rachel obliged and scooped the denim up, bringing it over to the bathroom. She walked through the open bathroom door to find Quinn undressing herself by the shower. She didn't see Rachel walk in as she maneuvered her hands down her hips quickly – bending over as she freed herself from the sticky jeans she had been wearing.
"Rachel? … Rach, can you—" Quinn turned then, and shrieked when she realized that the brunette had been there all along. She laughed as she clutched at her palpitating chest.
"Wow, you scared me dum dum."
Rachel just smiled and laughed along, she had long since discarded the shorts, and they were now half -hazardly lying over the sink somewhere while Rachel scoured over Quinn's perfect body. The brunette's heart almost erupted when Quinn had bent over to finish taking off her jeans – her legs were spectacular and defined. Her dark eyes lingered at the small barely there panties sitting on soft angular hips –And goodness, those abs. Rachel could have died right then and there.
"Babe, did you bring my shorts?"
Quinn was finally looking at Rachel now, her hand extended so that she could change in to the other article of clothing. And that's when she noticed that Rachel was clearly bothered. Hot and bothered, specifically. Quinn watched the brown eyes darken and practically devour her from the ground up. Rachel unconsciously bit her bottom lip as her eyes finally reached Quinn's.
"I'm up here horndog." Rachel blushed and scoffed.
"You're the one standing there half naked, tease."
Quinn snickered – Seeing Rachel so blatantly turned on was spectacularly amusing in a really endearing way. The blonde smiled as she grabbed her shorts from the sink counter top so that she could put them on. She inclined one leg swiftly before she felt Rachel approach her from behind. Soft hands gripped her hips and pressed forward.
"Hey." Was all the brunette said as she curled her soft fingers against Quinn's hips, stilling the blonde's motions. Her thumbs twiddled lightly against the thin fabric of her underwear. Rachel sighed against sunlit hair. Quinn leaned back against her, turning around in the process so that they could face each other – Rachel's eyes were dark and lingering.
Quinn kissed her slowly on the lips – willing the brunette before her to part them, allowing her to smolder. The kiss grew in intensity as tongues lashed out against hot breath, Rachel panted openly and unlatched herself from the blonde's lips, moving instead to place open mouthed kisses along her jawline and neck, licking the salty skin as she devoured her.
Quinn moaned at the feeling, she was ignited, and she leant forward to grip the edge of the sink counter so that she wouldn't collapse in the heat. Her chest pushed out and her eyes fluttered up at the ceiling as Rachel sucked slowly and purposefully against her neck and under her chin – Quinn used her other hand, lying on Rachel's hip to push upwards to the hemline of the brunette's thin t-shirt. She pulled it up slowly, exposing tanned, hot skin as she went. Rachel sighed into her kisses as she felt her shirt tug upwards.
"God, you're so delicious." Rachel panted against sweaty skin. Her hands had moved against her will and clutched blindly at Quinn's lower back, trailing down to slowly cup Quinn's ass – stroking her thumbs as she went. Quinn released her hands from Rachel's mildly exposed torso and maneuvered them onto Rachel's thigh, pulling her plaid skirt up quickly – exposing the brunette's pink "Saturday" underwear.
"You still wear underwear with days of the week on it?"
Quinn laughed as she stroked hot thighs. Rachel rolled her eyes, smiling back up at the blonde, before re-attacking her neck, sucking hard and nipping at salty skin.
"So." The brunette muttered in between sucks.
"I think it's adorable,"
Quinn groaned out as her neck and collarbones were assaulted by wet tongue. The blonde was growing increasingly reckless, her body was flooding with sensation and need – she was becoming wanton, and she needed contact, pressure, anything to settle her growing desire. She pressed a thigh in between Rachel's and moaned aggressively as their lower halves touched. Both girls gasped as their hips bucked – sending shivers down their spines.
At the contact, Rachel's hands clutched at Quinn's ass forcefully, pinning half moon circles against flesh – as their hips bucked together – Rachel spread her legs subconsciously allowing Quinn more room to maneuver. Quinn groaned against Rachel's ear at the feeling. Her feet arched as she bent in order to claim more of the brunette. Their eyes locked again, and Quinn delved deeper – claiming Rachel's mouth and tongue, charting it with her own.
Their kisses were growing wild and frantic. Rachel's mind was growing anxious with want and need – she wanted Quinn to take her as far as she could go… but she wasn't ready for that yet – her hands wouldn't stop. She kept pinching, caressing and stroking whatever skin she could physically touch. She was addicted – and Quinn was her highest high. Quinn gasped as Rachel sucked her chest, moved farther and farther down her shirt collar.
"I need you." She groaned out against searing flesh. Rachel nodded softly in return as her mouth worked. And then the door burst open – banging itself loudly against the adjacent wall. Santana was standing there – her eyes were cold and condensed, and she stood with her arms crossed against her chest. Her eyebrows were raised in question as she shrugged her shoulders in irritation.
"You woke me up losers." Quinn and Rachel stared back at her in shock.
"Really? The bathroom?"
Santana scoffed as she moved forward brushing her way past the two half naked girls in order to rinse her face with cold water from the sink. Quinn was blushing profusely and Rachel was attempting t unsuccessfully un-ruffle her skirt and top.
Santana watched them squirm in embarrassment. She was highly amused. She smirked and tilted her shoulders as she squared the two of them in the eyes.
"Hey, at least somebody's getting some." As soon as the words were out of her mouth, her eyes grew steely and she pointed a condescending finger at the aroused pair.
"Just don't fucking wake me up from my nap ever again, or I'll find you and beat the shit out of you two whether you're bare ass naked or not."
"Get out, Santana."
"Get out, Bug."
Both girls exclaimed as they looked around the surrounding area for their discarded apparel. Santana eyed them devilishly before walking out, leaving a very flushed Quinn Fabray and a blushing Rachel Berry to laugh out loud as they scurried to re-position their clothes and calm their mutual heat. It was summer, summer, beautiful summer.