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Chapter Four
I'm screwed. I'm literally screwed! Quinn thought. But not in the good way. No, Quinn's mind was royally fucked up beyond belief. She kept repeating this afternoon's event in her head and it was driving her crazy. For starters, she couldn't believe that a high school girl actually had the nerve to say something like that to a teacher or that said girl was completely oblivious to the inappropriateness of flirting with her elders who held an authoritative but caring role.
In the last few hours Quinn had tried everything to forget about the brunette. She went for a run but unlike yesterday the exercise hadn't helped at all. Never one to give up the blonde decided to mark some papers so she could give them back to her students earlier than expected, but nonetheless she couldn't concentrate on the kids attempts at writing a three thousand word essay on the presentation of women across the nineteenth century. On top of that she listened to music on her iPod on full blast hoping to drown out any possible thoughts of a certain seventeen year old- super- beautiful- long-legged- amazing cleavage- hot girl called one Miss Rachel 'Badass' Berry. Whoa, so it won't take a scientist to realise that the music strategy wasn't successful.
Quinn then proceeded to clean the apartment. She dusted shelves, mopped floors, scrubbed the bathroom, plumped cushions and washed the dishes that Santana had left in the sink this morning. This type of Quinn was commonly known as freaky-cleaner-manic Quinn. It was the most deadly type of Quinn and only when shit got real this version of the blonde appeared.
The blonde even ventured into Santana's room to put away a hoodie and a pair of heels the brunette had left in the front room. Later on she greatly wished she had left the brunettes stuff where it was, you'll find out soon what freaked Quinn out.
"It's like a frickin' pig sty in here!"Quinn exclaimed a loud. Now don't go thinking she's crazy coz she's speaking to herself and don't even lie and pretend you don't talk to yourself on the odd occasion. Really her logic is that if you don't speak to a loud when nobody is around to listen what kind of weirdo are you? But on the other hand the blonde did have her bat shit crazy moments like every other semi-mentally stable person on the planet.
The blonde looked around the room in shock at the amount of clothes chucked on the floor-you could barely see the carpet. The blinds were closed and the room kinda smelt like a teenage boy's bedroom, even though a twenty four year old woman was its occupant. She could have just put the Latina's belongings on the bed but that would mean creating a path to actually get to the bed. Or the blonde could have just added the hoodie and heels to the floor that seemed to contain the entire contents of Santana's closet. But knowing that her friend probably wouldn't be cleaning her room up any time soon Quinn decided to have a quick tidy up. What could possibly go wrong?
A whole lot could go wrong actually. Quinn had put yellow rubber gloves on, had her duster, the vacuum cleaner, polish and a black sack just in case she found any leftover pizza under the bed. So, from the eyes of many people this could seem a bit odd that Quinn was cleaning her friend's room, maybe an invasion of privacy. But the girls weren't bothered about one another going into their rooms and Santana had actually begged Quinn one time to clean her room for her, which in return the blonde was rewarded with heaps of bacon cooked by the Latina.
"Right let's get to work."Quinn said. Hopefully this pile of crap will stop 'My pussy is dripping wet for you' whirling round and round my head Quinn thought.
And truth be told it worked ...well sort of. About an hour later Quinn was even more confused and there were even more thoughts whirring round her noggin, which was due to the things she found in Santana's room.
Under the brunettes bed she had found a ton of magazines but not like fashion or gossip magazines that many women would have stored in their room. No, the type of magazines that were used to arouse the male population. Y'know the ones with topless girls who have obviously had boob jobs coz there is no way real ones actually look like balloons ready to pop. Not that the blonde was surprised that Santana had those types of magazines she just wished she hadn't come across them. Or to be more exact she wished she hadn't had the urge to actually open one of them and flick through the pages. She may or may not have stopped to stare at some of the images. She may or may not have felt a little heat in the downstairs area from seeing a girl posing naked with her hands strategically placed over certain areas.
"What the hell am I doing?!"Quinn quickly closed the magazine and started to rub her temples as if the action would erase the images from her mind.
She vacuumed under the bed and after arranging the magazines in date order she put them back in their place. So maybe it wasn't necessary for her to put them in date order but that meant that she could look at the front covers, which surprise surprise had naked women on the front.
"I'm just curious that's all. It's perfectly normal."Quinn told herself as she reasoned her actions in a logic manner.
After the magazine incident Quinn had ended up finding some other interesting items. When a shoebox fell off of the brunettes desk revealing a purple vibrator Quinn literally shrieked as the object somehow had turned itself on and was moving around the floor. She didn't want to touch it because she knew where it had been and as much as she loved her friend there were some things that were a no go. But the blonde didn't graduate top of her class for nothing, no she had some killer brains. So using her intellect she grabbed around fifty tissues and used them to protect her hand as she turned the device off and placed it back in the box.
"This was not a good idea."Quinn mumbled. She didn't know that cleaning the brunette's room would be this eventful and she wished it hadn't been. If I see one more remotely sexual thing I'm going to scream! Quinn thought.
Quinn wasn't a prude by any means nor had she slept with the entire population of America. She had in fact only slept with four people, all of which were men of course. For her to go all the way with someone they had to be special, she wasn't really the type for one night stands, the blonde was more of a relationship kinda girl.
Her first time had been, with a guy called Finn back, in her sophomore year. They had been dating for a couple years and she noticed that whilst she still had her V-card intact others had long ago lost theirs. It was beyond no means a pleasant experience for the blonde as she literally got nothing from it as her boyfriend arrived before she reached her peek leaving her high and dry. However her second go was a tad better but that was probably because he had infiltrated half of the girls at school. Nonetheless Puck was a fairly good guy albeit a little mislead.
Quinn had a dry spell for the years throughout college as she was more interested in getting her degree than men. She didn't mind being single, she kind of liked the freedom it gave her. Quinn wasn't the type of girl who couldn't survive without dating someone, she was really independent and that worked in her favour sometimes. However after getting her degree she started to see Sam whom she met at a bar. They went out for almost a year and although she had a lot of fun with him she felt they worked better as friends. Sam was a real sweet guy and Quinn almost felt awkward having sex with him, as he could have been her brother from another mother judging by their looks and overall personalities. But they ended on good terms so that was one thing.
That's brings us to Quinn's last sexual encounter which was nine months ago. She had met Artie on the subway. Somebody had knocked his glasses off in the manic rush hour and Quinn had picked them up for him. They started to chat, exchanged numbers and dated for a total of four months. Artie was in a wheelchair and Quinn had no problem whatsoever with that, it wasn't like she had a type anyway. Based on her previous boyfriends they had all pretty different looks and characteristics. But she and Artie just didn't seem to click on a romantic level.
Quinn had never really enjoyed sex. She had never had an orgasm that wasn't self-induced and she often wondered if something was wrong with her. Listening to Santana's graphic details of her sex life Quinn felt that maybe she was one the doing something wrong and it wasn't the four men she had slept with faults.
The blonde had never considered the fact that she might be attracted to women and not men. It would explain why she felt nothing when she had sex before. But up until now the thought that she might be slightly gay had never crossed her mind. The main factors that had brought up these certain Sapphic thoughts were the magazines that she found in Santana's room and of course the attention she was getting from Rachel. She couldn't deny that she hadn't been aroused by both factors and as much as she wanted to pretend that there wasn't a possibility she could be attracted to women, she would be outright lying to herself.
"I always did like watching music videos for the scantily clad dancers not the rapper."Quinn mused.
When Quinn was younger her parents feared that she would never like music. But in her teenage years that changed, her dad was flicking through the music channels when she told him to stop. She didn't know why she wanted to watch the video then but she had a clearer idea now. It was one of the Pussycat Dolls songs. They were wearing very little and dancing sexily. Quinn couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from the women's abs on show or their incredibly long legs.
"You like that Snoop Dog guy don't you?"Quinn remembered her dad saying.
"Yeah he's really good."The blonde replied knowing that if she voiced her exact thoughts at the moment her dad would not be pleased. In reality what she wanted to say was 'no I like the hot women around him' but she herself didn't understand what was going on in her brain, so how could she expect somebody else to decode her thoughts?
In short she had never analysed any of those feelings. To be honest Quinn didn't think much of it, she didn't doubt her sexuality as she always believed she was one hundred percent straight. But now after the events of the past few days, the effect that Rachel had on her, the magazines and looking back at certain things throughout her life she wasn't so sure about that hundred percent anymore.
I guess I could be 99.9% straight Quinn thought.
Taking a few deep breaths she continued to clean the room back to a state that was safe for a human to live in. You could actually see the carpet as all of the clothes were hung up on hangers in the closet and folded into drawers. The surfaces were dust free and Quinn had opened the window to let some fresh air in and get rid of the distinct smell of sex and sweat. Santana definitely had an active sex life to say least based on the aroma that was in the room. By the time Quinn had finished the room looked spotless.
"At least it looks less like an alien invasion in here," Quinn chuckled to herself. Okay so maybe she is slightly mad but hey everybody has issues. "Although I don't think I'll ever be cleaning in here again. I really don't want to know what else Satan keeps in here." Quinn said as she left the room the image of the purple vibrator and hot topless women quickly flashed through her mind.
Well at least it kept my mind of Rachel for a while Quinn thought.
Later that night Quinn was beyond pissed off. She had been turning and tossing for what felt like ages now, she just couldn't seem to fall asleep. The blonde tried one of the oldest tricks in the book - counting sheep - but that proved unsuccessful as she started to think about other farmyard animals as well for some reason. In the end she wasn't just counting sheep she was counting pigs, cows and chickens. But whatever animal it was she was counting it was fucking useless.
Around one AM Quinn got up and poured herself a glass of water. She drank the drink and went back to bed hoping that she would succumb to sleep. However that didn't happen, in fact her night took on a whole different direction.
'My pussy is dripping wet for you...'
Was the phrase that appeared in her mind every time she closed her eyes. To make this situation even worse the blonde could remember the way Rachel sounded when she spoke those words. It sent a shiver down the blonde's spine, then and now that is. The more Quinn tried to get the words out of her mind the more she thought about the natural seductiveness that Rachel seemed to possess. The girl was like some sort of goddess. She didn't seem nervous in her advances towards Quinn and the blonde was regretfully turned on by that.
'My pussy is dripping wet for you...'
Feeling highly aroused and sleep deprived Quinn didn't really know what she was doing. Those words almost felt like a mantra to Quinn now. Her hands were rested above the covers, but she put slowly put her right hand under the covers. Her fingertips grazed her clothed nipple which instantly hardened at the touch, she did the same to her other nipple which had a similar effect. She slowly started to massage her left breast and let out an embarrassingly loud moan.
"Shit!"Quinn mumbled as she covered her mouth with her hand only to realise that she could be as loud as she wanted as nobody was home.
She used the same treatment on her other breast and could feel the ever-growing heat increase in her lower regions. She would think better of it in the morning but she was in dire need of releasing some of that tension or she was she would explode. Trailing her hand down her body her breath hitched as she cupped herself over her pyjama pants.
"Fuck!"Quinn moaned as an image of a certain brunette appeared in her mind. Why the hell am I thinking about Rachel whilst doing this? Quinn thought. She was pretty disturbed by what was going on in her brain but she would deal with the consequences later. For now she had more important business at hand.
The blonde quickly pulled her PJ pants down and sighed as they bunched round her ankles uncomfortably. But feeling insistent throbbing she didn't remove them. She spread legs as her hand went straight to her core. She moaned at the wetness that was already collected there. Quinn moved her fingers through her folds, essentially coating them in her own juices.
I don't remember the last time I was this wet Quinn thought.
Brunette long wavy locks, red thin smirking lips, cheeky winks, short skirts exposing excessive leg and inappropriate yet arousing words. These were the things that Quinn was thinking of whilst she had her hand down her pants. Oh god now I'm acting like a teenage boy Quinn thought. They all amounted to one person. One girl. Rachel. The more the blonde thought about the brunette the wetter and slicker she seemed to become. With these images in mind the blonde entered one finger into deep heat.
"Uuughhhh!"Quinn groaned. She built up a steady rhythm, her finger thrusting in and out, before she added another two. She let herself get comfortable to the invasion before returning to the rhythm she had found. The blonde's hand put pressure on her clit every time she thrust in and out earning moans of pleasure.
It didn't take long before the blonde's inner walls were tightening around her hand; with one final flick of her clit she came undone. She screamed as waves of pleasure took over her body. Quinn removed her hand and whimpered as her body stopped shaking.
Feeling completely exhausted Quinn fell drifted into a peaceful night of sleep. Images of Rachel occupied her brain all night as a small smile grazed the blonde's features.
For now Quinn wasn't concerned at the possibility of being a lesbian. Nor was she bothered that she was attracted to a student. But there was plenty of time for her to worry about all of that. Quinn would deal with that in the morning.
I know this chapter was based solely on Quinn, but don't worry Rachel will be back in the next chapter and there will be lots of Faberry interaction.
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