***WARNING: Contains G!P Rachel. If that isn't your kind of thing, then I advise you skip this chapter.***

TITLE: What Happens At Dalton: Part 2

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WORLD: Glee AU.

SUMMARY: After Lauren outs Quinn's past as Lucy Caboosey at McKinley, she transfers to Dalton Academy for her Senior year of high school where she meets a group of girls that will change her life.

RATING: M for language and sexual content.

CHARACTERS INVOLVED IN THIS CHAPTER: Quinn, Rachel, Santana, Tina, Mercedes, Sugar, and Kurt.

A/N: Spoilers up to 2X18: Born This Way, except for the fact that Judy never kicked Russell out because Quinn never got pregnant. Also, excuse any mistake/typos, this is unbeta-ed.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee.


(1:07pm)

Girl, you look fantastic! -Kurt

(1:08pm)

Tina did a great job. And hey, now I use less shampoo. -Q

(1:10pm)

Sure, that's one benefit, but I was thinking of another. The girls won't have to ask if you're gay now, they'll already know. -Kurt

(1:12pm)

And how did I know you'd crack out the lesbian jokes? -Q

(1:15pm)

You know me well. But in all seriousness, you look damn good with short hair. -Kurt

(1:16pm)

Thank you. And I apologize again for not letting you do it. -Q

(1:17pm)

Just as long as I get to next time. -Kurt

(1:17pm)

Deal. -Q

(1:19pm)

I should go for now though, I have a paper due Monday morning. -Q

(1:20pm)

Okay, Hon, talk to you later! -Kurt

Quinn shook out her newly cut hair and smiled when she looked in the mirror. Tina had done a wonderful job. However the haircut wasn't just about looking good, it was also quite symbolic. Letting go of the past and starting with a clean slate. She wished she'd done this a lot sooner, but she had been adjusting to the new lifestyle of Dalton with her friends and schoolwork. Everything had been such a whirlwind since she arrived, and it was exciting.

It's been a month since school has started and Quinn has been happier than she's ever been. Her friends had been right, popularity meant nothing here, so there was no pressure to be someone that she wasn't. It felt good not having to put on a mask in front of everyone and hide who she really was. People here didn't care if you were gay, straight, bi, Latino, Black, they were all the same, and Quinn never felt more like she belonged. Besides when she would hang out with Kurt.

Now, Quinn had to agree with her Mother's statement, she too now wished that they had known about this place long ago. She was actually kind of sad that this was her Senior year. Some people grow up too fast, and Quinn was one of them. Now that she could be free, she felt the weight of so much time wasted. Her childhood was not a normal one by any means, and there was nothing more she wanted than to turn the clock and maybe stand up to her parents.

However, things seemed to work out. She was doing well in school, even if the work was a bit harder than at McKinley, she liked to be challenged. And so now that her hair had been taken care of, she lounged on her bed and took out her homework. She had an English paper to write on a book they had been reading in class and had to compare it to the movie version they'd watched. She had all of her notes done, she just had to vomit them on a Word document in paragraph form.

While her schoolwork overall had been a good challenging though, there was one particular thing that was testing her patience: Rachel Berry. Since the day she had arrived at Dalton, Rachel has proven to be a nice friend, making her feel welcome, but always greets her with a flirty line that is supposed to make Quinn fall into bed with the girl. Most days she laughs in the girl's face at the line, or just rolls her eyes and walks away. But still, the girl, like she had guessed, was persistent.

Quinn had to admire her on not giving up on something that she wants, but it was getting a bit tiresome on her end. She didn't really get why Rachel kept going after her when she got shot down at least twice a day from her. Maybe she thinks Quinn will eventually ware down and say yes, just to get her to stop. Maybe that's been her plan all along. Who knows? But why did she want Quinn specifically? She had an entire school of girls to pick from, so why not just let Quinn go?

"Nice haircut, wanna fuck?" Rachel said, entering her room.

"Finally run out of lines?" Quinn replied, not bothering to look over at the girl as she finished writing her sentence.

"Just getting straight to the point."

Quinn sighed as she looked up at the girl who was leaning on the wall, with her signature smirk on her face. "What can I do to make you sleep with me?"

"Even if I told you, you wouldn't do it."

"You don't know that."

"Oh, I'm pretty sure that I do."

Putting down her pencil, Quinn shoved her notes away and moved to lay on her back, rubbing her eyes. Her brain hurt from all of her homework and Rachel definitely wasn't helping. She groaned when the bed sank and Rachel moved to straddle her, her hands at either side of her head, staring down at her. Another thing she'd learned in the past month is, Rachel has no boundaries. And whether Rachel is aware of it or not, she can actually be rather affectionate when she isn't being sleazy.

"Yes?" Quinn asked, looking up at her.

"Seriously, though. Why?"

"Why can't you just let it go, huh? Because no one's ever said no to you before?"

"I've had a 'no' here and a 'no' there, but they always change their minds."

"Cocky much?"

"Very." Rachel winked.

Quinn resisted the urge to roll her eyes, knowing it would hurt her head. This girl needed a reality check. That sparked an idea in Quinn's mind. Maybe if she taught Rachel a lesson not to mess with her, she'd leave her alone once and for all. Fuck with the girl who fucks with every other girl. And this was the perfect time and place. They were alone, Rachel was more than willing. If only she knew what Quinn was planning...

Quinn sucked in a breath of air and placed both hands on Rachel's thighs. "Fine."

Rachel quirked an eyebrow and tried to find any indication in Quinn's eyes that she was joking. "Wha-I-uh-really?"

"Yes. Since you obviously aren't going to stop harassing me, we might as well get it over with."

Rachel's eyes widened as Quinn's hands rose, lighting trailing over the brunette's upper thighs, avoiding the growing bulge in her jeans and pushed her fingers under her shirts, coming on contact with her hot skin. Rachel couldn't take it anymore, so she leaned down and captured the lips of the girl she'd been trying so desperately to bed since she laid eyes on her. Part of her couldn't believe that Quinn had given in so soon, but the other part of her was, well, relieved and quite excited.

Thought Quinn was unexpectedly enjoying the other girl's soft, warm lips on hers. She hadn't kissed anyone since Finn, and certainly never kissed a girl before. It was so much better than all of her kisses with boys, they didn't even compare. Of course, Rachel had quite enough experience to be great at kissing, but Quinn didn't worry about her lack of experience when the brunette was in control. The most surprising thing was that Rachel didn't automatically grope the hell out of her.

However, it didn't take long for Rachel to remove her shirt and toss it on the ground. Quinn let the tips of her fingers trail down the tan skin, not missing how toned her abs were, but did miss the goosebumps that she'd triggered, too busy with Rachel sticking her tongue in her mouth to notice. It was all too easy to get lost in the swirls and nips at her bottom lips, Quinn almost forgot she had a plan at all. Somehow she managed to pull away to catch her breath, Rachel resting her forehead on hers.

"I want to be on top." Quinn whispered against Rachel's lips, which curled into a smile.

The brunette moved off of her and Quinn shoved her papers together and tossed them in a pile onto her desk, then focused her attention back to Rachel. As seductively as she could, crawled up her body and sat down purposefully on Rachel's package. Quinn's eyebrow raised, not realizing how big she was until just now. There was a twinge in Quinn's stomach, but she shoved that thought aside and leaned down rubbing her their noses together.

"There's one more thing..."

"And what is that?"

"I want to...restrain you."

"Kinky."

Quinn giggled. "Is that a 'yes'?"

"Hell yes."

Quinn flashed a devilish smile and leaned over to take two red and blue ties out of the nightstand drawer. One by one, Quinn tied Rachel's hands to the headboard, tightening it to make sure that she couldn't slip out of it easily. So far, so good. Rachel was probably just so horny, she'd do absolutely anything. And here Quinn had thought that I may take some convincing to get Rachel to agreed to being tied up. Never again will she underestimate Rachel when it comes to sex.

"Are you hard enough?"

"Feel for yourself."

Rachel lifted her hips up to Quinn's the best she could. Quinn leaned forward and braced her hands on Rachel's shoulders, grinding herself down on the brunette, jeans against jeans, creating delicious friction. Quinn couldn't deny it, this was totally getting her wet, but she could not derive from the task she had set out to do for her own pleasure. Especially since she promised herself on the very first day she was here, that she would never sleep with one Rachel Berry.

Backing up, Quinn continued with her plan, unbuttoning and unzipping Rachel's jeans, and pulling then down to mid-thigh. She was met with a pair of blue plaid boxers. It was one of the sexiest things Quinn had ever seen. Rachel looked like a model with her tan skin, abs, and swollen crotch, straining against tight underwear. Never before has she been turned on by a penis, so did this still make her a lesbian? Rachel was a girl, but, no, she couldn't think of this right now.

Rachel wanted so badly to tell Quinn to hurry up and to stop teasing her, but it was Quinn, she was scared if she said anything without being asked a question first, she'd say something that would make the blonde stop. And there was no way in hell that she was risking that. It's taken a whole damn month to get to this point. Swallowing hard, Rachel let out a sigh oh relief when Quinn finally pulled her boxers down, letting her cock spring free and graze her thigh, tickling the skin.

"I have a condom in my jean pocket." Rachel spoke up, only for safety.

"We won't need it for what I'm about to do." Quinn reassured her.

Rachel quirked an eyebrow, wondering what Quinn was going to do...although there were limited options. Now it came down to it, and Quinn wasn't about to lose confidence because of the intimidating member that jerked and bobbed before her. She'd gotten this far, she was going to finish her plan...if she could remember it when the crucial time came. Diving in, her hand wrapped around Rachel's base, making her groan. It felt different than she thought it would, but a good different.

The skin was still soft, but firm, and wasn't as thick as she had guessed. Her hand easily fit around it. Slowly and gently, Quinn drug her hand up the shaft, barely touching the skin. It was driving Rachel crazy, and she couldn't help but lift her hips in hope that the blonde would apply more pressure. When Quinn's hand reached the tip, she raised it to her mouth, wetting it, before resuming her movement, but this time at a more leisurely pace instead of painstakingly slow.

Rachel was indescribably thankful, because she'd swear that she's never been this hard before. Of course, never has a girl taken this long to stick it in, or even let the other girl be in charge before. Quinn was the only exception, and she'd taken her any way that she could get her since it took this long to get this far. And right now, Quinn was a dream. Her strokes sped up, making choked noises come out of Rachel's mouth as she let her head fall back onto the soft pillow.

"Tell me when you're going to cum." Quinn instructed.

That part of the plan was the most crucial part. She needed to work Rachel up to her peak, but follow through. She had faith in herself that she'd be able to stop, even though pleasuring another person was strangely satisfying. She twisted her hand up and down and Rachel's breathing was getting quicker, and Quinn knew it wouldn't be too long from now. Pumping furiously now, her hand was hitting Rachel's stomach hard with each stroke.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum." Rachel announced.

Quinn smiled and stopped her ministrations by pulling her hand completely away.

"God, Quinn, why did you stop?"

Rachel dick twitched uncontrollably, seeking out the hand that had left so abruptly.

"This, Rachel Berry, is my message to you to not mess with me anymore."

"You can't be serious?"

"Oh, I am very serious." She replied, hopping off the bed, grabbing her notes and keys from the desk. "If you manage to free yourself, don't jack off in here. And enjoy your 'walk of shame' out of here."

"You can't just leave me here!" Rachel whined as the blonde opened and closed the door behind her, giggling. "Quinn!"

(2:35pm)

Quinn, why was Rachel tied to your bed with her pants down? -Tina

(2:36pm)

Teaching her a lesson. Feel free to tell the other girls. -Q

Quinn had planned on just leaving Rachel there for an hour then going back and untying her herself, but lucky Tina seems to have gotten stuck with that problem. She'd make it up to the girl later, but now Quinn was just enjoying the moment.

(2:40pm)

I don't think Rachel will be bugging me anymore ;) -Q

(2:45pm)

Uh oh, what did you do? -Kurt

(2:47pm)

Well, I may have lead her to believe that I was interested in her, got her...excited, then left her high and dry. -Q

(2:48pm)

Okay, I'm going to need more details, Sweetie. -Kurt

(2:50pm)

I agreed to have sex with her because I was tired of fighting it, we kissed as she got hard, then I tied her to the bed. -Q

(2:52pm)

I jerked her off until she was on the verge of cumming, then I stopped. And left her there. Tina found her and let her go. -Q

(2:54pm)

Quinn Fabray! -Kurt

(4:56pm)

I know it was mean, but it was necessary. I had to do something, and this seemed to do the trick. -Q

(2:57pm)

For now. -Kurt

(2:58pm)

Girl, did you have sex with Rachel? -MercedesJones

(3:00pm)

No, but I taught her a very valuable lesson. Not to fuck with Quinn Fabray. -Q

(3:03pm)

If you think your little stunt with Rach will stop her from hitting on you, you have another thing coming. Should have really just finished that handjob, Q. -Satan

Santana turned out to be right. Less than twenty-four hours after the incident, Rachel was back on the horse and hornier for Quinn than ever. Sure, it was embarrassing that Tina had found Rachel half naked, tied to Quinn's bed. However, it was more traumatizing for Tina than for Rachel. She was proud of her package. A little too proud. And Tina couldn't look at Rachel until the next morning, and then her stutter was worse than ever, so she decidedly stayed quiet.

Quinn had skipped out on their morning coffee gathering and slept in. She still had homework that she needed to do and wanted to be fully rested before attempting to finish it. Plus, she hadn't thought about the fact that she'd have to see Rachel so soon after she'd seen so much of her. So her room was where she spent her time, trying to finish writing her English paper, and now all she had to do what type it up and print it out. However, the buzzing of her cell phone was distracting.

(3:37pm)

I have the entire dictionary written on my dick. Want me to put some words in your mouth? -RBB

What do you know, Santana seemed to be right. As she usually was about Rachel. Quinn hated to be wrong, but this girl seriously must have no shame...which wasn't good news for her.

(3:49pm)

No. And I'm working on my paper, Rachel. -Q

(3:50pm)

All the more reason to ;)-RBB

(3:52pm)

If you don't let me do my homework in peace, I will come find you, then kick you in the balls so hard they will come up your throat. -Q

(3:54pm)

I love it when you talk dirty. But I have no balls, which you should know with all the groping you did yesterday ;) -RBB

To tell the truth, Quinn hadn't noticed...

(3:56pm)

San, take Rachel's phone away from her, I'm trying to study and I can't focus when she keeps sending me inappropriate texts. -Q

(3:58pm)

Why, because you know you wants to get up on her? I wouldn't blame you, she's actually really good in bed. -Satan

(3:59pm)

Santana! Not helping. Please, I just need another half hour with no interruptions, to get my get paper done. -Q

(4:02pm)

Fine. Her phone is now in my custody. And Q, you really should just give in and sex it up with Rach. It will solve all your problems. -Satan

(4:04pm)

I'm not going to sleep with her, and that's final. -Q

"She really said that?" Rachel said, surprised.

"Yes. Here, read it if you don't believe me." Santana held out her phone.

"Well then, I'll just have to step up my game."

"You have no game. Too bad you can't stop being a ho. Maybe then you'd eventually get some from Prude Fabray."

"Who says I can't?"

"Oh, puh-lease, you said it yourself. Lizard, warm body, can't digest properly. Ringing any bells?"
"You know I was exaggerating."

"Whatever." Santana muttered as she returned to her homework.

Rachel sat there thinking...there must be some way to win over Quinn, and she would damn well figure it out!