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Quinn carefully applied mascara, neck craned and lips slightly parted. Utter lovely concentration, as Santana next to her smeared on another layer of silky lip gloss. Both mesmerized with their own reflection both glancing
Santana sighed, then flippantly "I'm crazy horny right now."
Quinn let a light laugh escape as she sighed out, "You're always horny."
She shrugged for a moment, thinking it over and mashing her lips together. "Yeah, I suppose that's accurate." She sighed again, briefly admiring the way Quinn's eyelashes curved
"So…" Quinn started, stepping back twirling the mascara cap closed "I have a…proposition for you."
Santana's heart pounding Quinn stepped closer to her facing her eyes focused close
Cleared her throat. "What might that be?"
Quinn bit her lip a light fingertip tracing Santana's jaw, flitting down Santana's neck just suggestively enough felt like honey
"Finn broke up with me. For Rachel." Quinn's eyes shot away farther from Santana farther from reality, black
"Now…I understand that Finn and I may not have a chance. We never really did. But, you see, that's not what I'm after…"
Santana cocked an eyebrow.
"I'm after Finn truly realizing what a fucking cunt, what a fucking whore Rachel really is." Quinn sighed, hands now softly cradling Santana's hips
"She pretends to be this innocent little girl—the whole, 'Who, lil' ol' me steal Finn away? I'm not pretty enough' sob story is frankly disgusting. I want to see Rachel Berry exposed. All of it, out there. I want to see Finn look at her with the same disgust he did me, I want him to look at her and see all of the fucking SHIT that I see."
Quinn's eyelids closed opened slowly her eyes shimmering with held-back emotions Santana held Quinn's face in her hands
"I want you, Santana, to corrupt her."
Quinn shoved Santana into a bathroom stall against the wall her tight hard nipples pressing pressing against Santana's beating chest
Her fingers laced up leather skirt legs thighs to just barely touch Santana's underwear
"Will you do it?" She whispered. Fingers pressed began swirling like little footsteps aching pounding
"Will you do it?" She breathed hot into Santana's ear Santana moaned groaned in her throat afraid to be the least bit loud but felt shivers buzzing
"Will you fuck Rachel Berry? Will you fucking pound her until all that's left is a dirty Jewish whore?" Petting faster faster "Fuck her hard fuck her so hard…"
Gasping "Yes! Yes—fuck—I'll do it!"
Finally Quinn's fingers slip beneath the cotton underwear meet wet wetness her clit aches needs final gasp but instead cold fingers slip out again, and
Quinn brings her thin fingers to her mouth, suckling them softly, staring straight into Santana. "Thanks. You're a doll."
She smiled Santana angrily smiled rage horniness enflaming her within "You are such a bitch."
"You know you love me."
"Fuck you. You're a whore."
"Back at you, babe." Skirt flitting Quinn left.
Santana grinned to herself, stepped out of the stall. Looked in the mirror, fixed her hair, pursed her lips figured the unfulfilled lust within her only helped fuel the mighty bitch-fire she prided herself on.
Rachel Berry, hm? Sigh why not her nose better not cut up Santana's face though that's the moneymaker