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This chapter brings the first part of the Puckerman issue but it's not quiet over yet.
Hope you like it.
Thanks again to the amazing gleefaberry for the always amazing ideas and changes.
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Quinn blinked her eyes, trying to adjust to the sunlight that was coming from the window. She looked around groggily to check the time on the clock on the bedside table.
5:30
She still had one hour before having to wake up. She tried to move but realized there was a weight on her right side; she looked down to see what it was and smiled, finally realizing what it was…rather, who it was.
Their first "sleepover" as Rachel was insisting on calling it, had been great. After their little rendezvous on the kitchen counter, they watched a musical, Funny Girl, which Rachel had conveniently packed. Quinn didn't mind, since she actually liked it and it had been a long time since she had watched it - something that Rachel made very clear would change after they moved to New York. She talked about weekly at home movie dates that would feature Funny Girl and other musicals. The way Rachel said it was so natural. Things were moving fast with them and she was a little bit apprehensive about it. There were many things yet to take care of, after all, and one of them was the fact that she had a husband, who was coming back home today, after being away for 3 weeks, three amazing weeks that had changed her.
Deciding to push those thoughts to the back of her mind for now, Quinn carefully took her arm from under Rachel and leaned on her elbow to watch the brunette sleeping softly. She gently caressed Rachel's face, smiling every time the brunette frowned involuntarily. Getting bolder, she stroked the brunette's collarbone and used her forefinger to tickle the valley between her breasts and saw as goose bumps appeared on the brunette's skin.
She traced Rachel's breasts, holding in a giggle every time the brunette quivered because of her actions. She used her thumb and forefinger to gently roll Rachel's nipples and pinch them softly.
She uncovered the lower part of Rachel's body to see that her cock was already semi hard. She loved how much stamina Rachel had. Feeling bold, the blonde sat up and carefully opened Rachel's legs to kneel between them.
She took a moment to admire the brunette's beauty. She was unique, for sure, not only because of what she had between her legs, but everything about her was just special, inside and out: the way her eyes lit up every time she talked about her passions, the way her lips moved when she was singing and then formed into a smile when the song was over, because she just knew she had been brilliant. She had such a soft skin and a warm touch that had Quinn melting every time.
"What are you doing?" Rachel mumbled, voice heavy with sleep, eyes barely opened.
Quinn jolted a little then smiled. "Just looking at you," she said bashfully stroking her fingers up and down Rachel's thighs. She willed her right hand to go higher and higher until it was lightly touching the brunette's dick. It twitched in response. Crawling up Rachel's body, she continued to tug and stroke her dick while she planted her left hand next to Rachel's head to kiss her soundly. "I want to try something," Quinn whispered against Rachel's lips and used her thumb to rub Rachel's sensitive head making the singer whimper.
"Anything, just please do something." Rachel bucked her hips trying to get some more friction.
Quinn continued her ministrations on Rachel's cock while kissing her soundly. Rachel had her hands on Quinn's boobs massaging them and rolling Quinn's nipples between her fingers. Their breaths were already ragged.
"Quinnnnn." Rachel whined frustrated when the blonde stopped and tried to move away from her. "Where are you going?" Quinn smiled at her and pecked her lips one more time.
"I'm not going anywhere, sweetie, trust me." She planted another kiss on Rachel's lips and kneeled again, before getting out from between Rachel's legs and crawling up, then straddling the brunette's stomach leaving a wet spot on her abs.
"Oh My God," Rachel moaned at the scent of Quinn's arousal hitting her senses. She reached out to touch Quinn's pussy but the blonde swatted her hand away. "Just a taste, please." She pleaded and tried again, but Quinn did the same thing.
"You'll have enough of it."
"This is not possi—Oh…" Rachel cut herself off mid-sentence because she was finally realizing Quinn's intentions. She smiled. "Let me help." She brought her hands to Quinn's hips, urging her to position herself faster. When the blonde's delicious pussy was right above her she craned her neck and licked it moaning at the taste. Quinn gripped the headboard and closed her eyes, willing herself to focus. She shifted her position, turning around, back to the headboard, knees planted on each side of Rachel's face, and sank down on the brunette's waiting mouth. Rachel moaned at being surrounded by everything Quinn. She didn't waste any time in burying her face on Quinn's hot, wet pussy.
The blonde still had more plans though. She leaned down and, supporting herself with one hand, used the other to wrap around Rachel's cock which was laying on the brunette's stomach. Bringing her head down, she sucked on the head, moaning when Rachel thrust her tongue deep inside her wet hole. The moan reverberated on Rachel's dick, making the brunette moan too and by consequence, adding to Quinn's pleasure, creating an endless cycle.
Rachel was thrusting her tongue in and out of Quinn, using her hands to squeeze Quinn's ass cheeks. "I think I've just found a new favorite hobby." She then proceeded to explore Quinn's folds, sucking them and nibbling softly.
Quinn was having a blast. Her mouth was bobbing up and down on half Rachel's dick, while her right hand stroked the rest of it and her left was softly fondling the brunette's balls. She then swallowed it to the base coming back all the way out to suck on the head, letting it go with a pop and then licking the slit that was oozing pre-cum. She swirled her tongue around the head putting pressure on it and licked from the head to the base and back to the head again. Then, she slowly started to swallow the entire length, yelping when she felt a soft slap on her butt.
"I love it when you take my cock like this." Rachel plunged two fingers inside Quinn's dripping hole and when the blonde moaned making her cock vibrate again, she almost came right there. She used her tongue to continue her exploration on the blonde's pussy, avoiding the pink nub that was begging to be touched.
She felt as Quinn scraped her teeth along her shaft and inhaled deeply, adding another finger to the already stretched pussy. She sped up her pace and started to scissor her fingers inside. When she felt Quinn shiver above her, she knew she had found that special place inside and, using that to her advantage, quickly started to purposefully work her fingers on it. Feeling Quinn's walls grip her fingers, she moved her tongue to the blonde's clit and sucked on it hard, at the same time curling her fingers and felt as Quinn shuddered above her and pulled her dick out of her velvet-like mouth to let out a scream of her name.
The blonde drenched Rachel's face and it was heaven to the singer. She lapped eagerly at Quinn's pussy. When she removed her fingers Quinn trembled and she quickly put her tongue inside to try pull out more of the sweet essence.
Quinn was breathing heavily, her forehead against Rachel's pelvis. She was still trembling with aftershocks of one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever had.
"Quinn…" she heard Rachel whimper and felt as the brunette squeezed her ass cheeks. Suddenly aware that she had left Rachel on the edge, she smirked and wrapped a hand around the brunette's shaft, tugging it. Then, using the flat of her tongue, she went from the head to the base, not stopping until she reached Rachel's testicles and put one in her mouth sucking it lightly.
She started to stroke Rachel's cock and went the reverse way with her tongue, from the sensitive balls until she was sucking on the head and swallowed it all again, bobbing her head fast, using her tongue to stroke the head every time she came up. She could feel Rachel was close by the way she was digging her nails into Quinn's skin, so she took a deep breath and went all the way down until she could feel Rachel's head massage her throat. Quinn moaned when she felt Rachel's tongue on her again, and the vibrations it sent was enough for the diva to let out spurts of hot cum into her mouth. She swallowed with a hum and pulled out carefully so she didn't waste a drop. When she felt like Rachel was done she slumped down next to the brunette and waited for her to come back to earth.
"Now…" Rachel breathed out "That's a hell of a way to wake up." she regained her composure and turned to where Quinn was and stroked the blonde's thighs.
"You're telling me." Quinn smiled and Rachel propped herself over her. Hair falling down on her stomach, she hugged Quinn's waist and rubbed her face on the blonde's belly. Quinn's heart melted at this. She threaded her fingers through Rachel's hair and giggled as the brunette nuzzled her pussy. "What are you doing?" She squealed as she felt Rachel's tongue through her folds.
"I'm eating you out again?" Rachel answered and continued.
Quinn moaned and didn't believe she was about to do what she was going to but it was necessary. She pushed Rachel away. "Baby, I can't…" She sat up and fell on top of the brunette, kissing her soundly. "We can't. You have to go to school and I have to go to work. I have to go earlier today because I'm leaving sooner to wait for Puckerman." Quinn's voice went stiff at the mention of her husband, scared that he'd make it difficult. She needed him to just accept it. She wanted to be free from him.
"Do you think he'll try something?" Rachel asked concerned. "I can ask my fathers to be home early so we could help in case something happens."
Quinn frowned. "No, I don't think it's necessary. Puckerman can be a lot of things but he's not violent." she honestly didn't believe he'd try anything. Sure, he'd use fighting words but he wouldn't touch her.
"If you're sure."
"I am." She pecked Rachel's lips one more time. "Now, let's go. We have twenty minutes.. I can drop you off at school." She sat up and brought Rachel with her.
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"Good-bye, Sam. Will I be hearing from you tomorrow? We need to study for the history quiz on Monday," Rachel said as she unfastened the seat belt and climbed out of Sam's car.
"Sure thing, Rach. I have football practice but I can come over after? We can have dinner and then study?" He suggested.
"That's perfectly fine. I'll let my fathers know you're coming over tomorrow." Closing the door, she waved at him and blew a kiss, smiling. The smile quickly left her face though, when she noted she was being watched. There was a car parked in Quinn's driveway and a man—that must be him, she thought—taking out luggage from the trunk. He stopped upon seeing her and made his way over.
"Good evening," Puck said and stretched his hand out to Rachel.
The brunette scoffed at this. "Excuse me but, who are you?" She asked poker-faced.
"I'm Noah Puckerman, at your service." He smirked at her. She wanted to punch him in the face. Seriously? Was he hitting on her? Stupid moron. With a woman like Quinn and still he needed to hit on a complete stranger. "I live here." He pointed at the house.
"Oh, really? Never noticed." She had an disinterested look on her face. "Well, I ha—"
"I think you moved here some weeks ago and I was traveling. That's why. I'm sure you'd have noticed the Puckasaurus." He smirked again. Just as she was about to answer, Quinn opened the door.
"Rachel, hi." She waved and walked to where they were standing. Stopping awkwardly next to Puck but never taking her eyes off Rachel.
"Hi, Quinn." Rachel beamed at her.
"So I see you've met," Puck commented.
"Oh yes, we have." Rachel smirked. "Actually, Mrs. Fabray has been helping me a lot with some issues." She looked at Puck with a smile and saw from the corner of her eyes as Quinn swallowed hard.
"Really? What issues?" Puck asked looking at Quinn as he wrapped his arms around her waist with a somewhat proud look on his face. This action made both girls uncomfortable and Rachel jealous.
"I…uh…I…um" Quinn stuttered to find a reason and mentally cursed Rachel putting her on the spot.
"She used to be a cheerleader," Rachel answered happily. Puck nodded knowingly. "Mrs. Fabray is also a great dancer. She went to my school for career day and learned I wanted to pursue art, she's been helping me. Even though my main focus is Broadway, I will still need dancing skills if I want to do well on my dream college audition," she explained dutifully as though she had memorized it "So, since Mrs. Fabray is, as I later found out, a great dancer, she knows a lot of new stuff and has been teaching me quite a lot." Rachel finished proudly, beaming at a smirking Puck and a blushing Quinn.
"Ye-yes! That." Quinn was seriously about to strangle Rachel, so she decided, for her sanity, to cut the conversation short. "We need to talk, Puckerman. Let's go inside." She said firmly. "Goodbye, Rachel. See you." With that she went back into the house.
"I guess I might be in trouble, but nothing that a little lovin' can't solve," Puck remarked with a wink that made Rachel cringe.
Deciding she didn't want to be near this man for one minute more, Rachel said, "I have to go, too, Mr. Puckerman, have a nice evening." She hurried away to her own house, leaving Puckerman to take his things and go in.
Quinn was on the sofa by the time Puck crossed the foyer with his luggage. "I wouldn't bother to take those upstairs." She stood up and fixed her clothes to try and calm her nerves for what was about to come.
Puck was confused. "If I knew you'd be this needy I would have hurried home faster." He grinned and walked to her taking of his shirt.
Upon seeing his intentions, Quinn took a step back. "Please, Puck. As If I was ever needy for you." She scoffed and he stopped mouth open. "Yes, I couldn't wait for you to come back home, but it wasn't for the reason you are assuming." She took a deep breathe. "I want a divorce."
He chuckled at her. "Because I was gone for a few days? Pssh. I'm gonna upstairs take a shower and sleep let you sleep it off. Tomorrow, after you've calmed down, I'll listen to what's really bothering you," he finished and put his shirt back on.
"We're not finished and I'm serious. I want a divorce, and that's final." She raised her voice. "I don't need a shower. I don't need sleep. I don't need to talk and I certainly don't need you." Quinn was yelling by this point her hands were trembling and tears started to form in her eyes.
Puck turned around to look at her, smiling dangerously. "This is where you're wrong, babe. You do need me. Who else will put up with you, huh? The only thing you have to offer is a warm pussy and the fact that you do look good on someone's arm." He was walking towards Quinn, who was walking backwards. "Unless you're going to be just that? An escort? Didn't know you had it on you, sweetie. How do you think Papa Fabray will take the fact that his daughter turned into a whore. I mean, a paid whore." He grabbed her arm and pulled her into his body. "Okay, then. Let's talk about prices now? How much?"
She shoved him away and slapped his face. Tears streaming down her face. "I don't know how I ever thought you were good enough for me." She shook her had and ran upstairs in a hurry, determined to be the one to leave their house.
As If something had snapped inside him, Puck rubbed his cheek Quinn had just slapped and muttered, "I'm sorry." He ran after her and entered the room. "Quinn, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to b—"
"Stop, Puck. I don't want to hear anymore. You're always like this. You humiliate me and then you say you're sorry. Then we pretend everything's fine when it's not." She disappeared into the closet.
"I'm sorry. I know I went too far this time but it's just I was actually scared. You were talking so seriously th-that I don't know. I don't want to lose you," he reasoned.
Quinn emerged from the closet with a suitcase and dropped it on the bed. "I'm serious Puck. This is final. Why do you want to still be married anyway? I know you cheat on me constantly. It's not a secret." She went to the closet again and came back with a bunch of clothes. "I don't even know the reason I've put myself in this situation, where I stopped caring, where I just let you be, let you humiliate me like this." She threw the clothes in the suitcase.
Puck was seriously scared. "Quinn, please, I love you."
"You don't love me, Puck, as you just said. I look good on your arm and that's it. Just accept it; I have. We don't love each other. We've created this illusion we could recreate Beth and live like we were high school sweethearts, but we can't. Beth is the best thing we have ever done together. She's perfect. She's ours but we can't and we won't have that again." Quinn sighed dejectedly. She wasn't even crying at this point. She just wanted for this to be over.
"I will leave for now but this isn't over, Quinn," Puck said firmly and left the room.
Quinn heard the door opening and closing and the sound of Puck's car leaving their driveway. She slumped on the bed, frustrated, and grabbed her cellphone to text Rachel.
Can you come over? - Q
It took Rachel a good five minutes to answer.
I will see what I can do. – R
Quinn waited on the bed for God knows how long until her phone vibrated in her hand.
My fathers allowed me to go out but I have to be back by curfew. - R
Ok. Just come, please. The door will be open. - Q
Quinn had her eyes shut when she smelled the sweet scent of Rachel's body lotion. She smiled but didn't open them and felt as the bed dipped by her right side. Opening her eyes, she saw as Rachel straddle her, planting her knees on the bed and reaching with both hands to tangle with Quinn's. She leaned down and kissed her feverishly. When air became an issue they parted and smiled at each other.
"Tell me what happened." Rachel positioned Quinn to straddle her and tucked a strand of hair behind the blonde's ear.
Quinn nodded but didn't talk. She hugged Rachel tight and nuzzled the brunette's neck. Rachel just let herself be hugged and threaded her fingers through Quinn's hair.
"For a moment I really thought it was going to be easy, that maybe, he was just waiting for me to make the first move." She started and kissed Rachel's neck softly, just wanting to be close. "But then when I said it, he flipped and really I thought he was going to try something."
Rachel snapped and grabbing Quinn by the arms pushed the blonde up a little to check her over. "Did he do something?" She was frantically looking for some sign of injury. Quinn smiled at her worry.
"No, he didn't," she said, pecking Rachel on the lips. She resumed her earlier position. "He just started to say some really nasty things and really went to my deepest insecurity." Quinn sighed. "I slapped him across the face and came up here to pack my things." She added.
"You slapped him?" Rachel asked proudly.
"Yes, I did and I think it woke him up because he ran after me to apologize and say that he loves me." Rachel growled. "But I cut him off." She decided to skip all the talk about the past, especially the part where Beth was involved. "He said he'll come back though and I'm scared he'll try something then."
Rachel shook her head. "He won't try anything. I won't let him try anything. Are you absolutely sure about this?" Rachel asked feeling somewhat insecure.
Quinn frowned and nodded. "Of course I am." She answered with resolve. "In fact…" She disentangled herself from Rachel and stood up. Took the ring off her finger and put in the drawer on the nightstand. "I don't know why I hadn't done it yet." She then, crawled back into Rachel's arms and resumed her earlier position. "Now I have a question," she said seriously, causing Rachel's smile to drop.
"Ask away."
"Who dropped you off?" Quinn arched an eyebrow.
Rachel was confused by the question. "Sam, why?"
Quinn studied Rachel. "Does he like you?"
"What? Quinn, no! Gross." She answered, fake gagging. "Why would you ask that?"
"You guys looked so cozy at school and then you were so flirty with him when he dropped you off. I just thou—"
"We aren't cozy. He's my best friend!" Rachel was frantic trying to make Quinn understand that there was nothing between her and Sam.
"Okay." Quinn cupped Rachel's face and kissed her fiercely.
Rachel broke the kiss and looked at the blonde with a teasing smirk. "Were you jealous of Sam?" She was full on laughing now especially because Quinn avoided her eyes.
"No, I was merely asking." She answered embarrassed.
"Mhhhmmmm. Let's pretend I believe you." Rachel grabbed Quinn by the waist and suddenly remembered something. "I hated the way he put his paws around your waist as if he owned you." She growled and bit Quinn's shoulder.
"I think you should show me who I belong to." Quinn said teasingly and ground her hips onto Rachel's dormant member.
"Excuse me?" Rachel said in a faux shocked tone.
Quinn leaned closer and brought her lips to Rachel's ear. "I said you should remind who I belong to," Quinn purred and licked Rachel's earlobe. "You know, just in case I've forgotten." She squealed when Rachel reversed their positions and hovered over her, immediately getting rid of her shorts and shirt.
The brunette turned Quinn around on her stomach and pulled her by the hips on all fours. "Is this what you want, Quinn?" Stroking her semi-hard cock with one hand, she used the other to rip Quinn's panties off making the blonde moan. "You want me to show you who you belong to?" She brought her cock to part Quinn's folds moaning at how wet the blonde already was. "Do you get wet this fast for him?" She continued her teasing, purposefully avoiding the hard pink nub.
"No, Rachel, only you. He barely gets me wet at all. I just make sure I get wet enough so it doesn't hurt with him." She had to struggle to get it out, but she wanted to be clear with Rachel.
The brunette, then, took her cock and started to rub the head around Quinn's puckered hole. "Have you ever let him put it here?" She parted Quinn's ass cheeks and nestled her cock between them and started to thrust.
"N-n-nooooo." Quinn whined pitifully.
"I should take you like this then, so you'll never forget whom you belong to. Should I, Quinn?" She stopped her thrusts and rubbed Quinn's hole with her cock, squirming at the possibility.
"Yeees, Rachel, do it." Quinn surprised herself with the answer and Rachel trembled at the possibility.
"Not today." She impaled her rock hard cock deep inside Quinn's pussy and started to thrust fast.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesss! Rachel, oh God." Quinn moaned and started to meet Rachel's fast thrusts. "Yes, yes," She chanted like a mantra.
Rachel dug her fingers into the blondes hips and pistoned into her. "Do you have any idea how close I was to taking you on the sidewalk when he grabbed you?" She went even faster and harder wanting to make Quinn forget her name…or at least his name. "You are mine now, Quinn."
"Yo-yours, Rachel, yes!" The bed was moving with the force of Rachel's thrusts and Quinn's was loving it. She didn't know what it was about Rachel being forceful that had her so worked up.
"Fuck, Quinn, I'm cumming. I'm…" Rachel lost the battle and came shooting her seed inside the blonde who moaned at the feeling. She slowed her thrusts and with much effort rolled Quinn on her back, immediately diving and thrusting her tongue inside Quinn, bringing two fingers to pinch the blonde's clit, making her arch her back from the bed in a scream of ecstasy.
Quinn smiled lazily covering her eyes with her hand, she beckoned Rachel to lay on top of her.
"Do you really have to go home?" She asked sadly.
"Yes, but we still have quite some time." Rachel answered kissing Quinn's stomach.
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