PART 7: I Believe You Have Stolen My Heart
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(Santana's POV)
As soon as I saw him in his white button-up shirt, black spenders, gray dress pants, and black top hat, he was marked a deadman. There was no way in hell that he was gonna get away with the shit he pulled yesterday. I cracked my knuckles and neck, gritted my teeth and slowly stalked toward the distracted boy, as he switched textbooks from his shoulder bag to his locker. First period hadn't even started and the halls were busy with students, so of course this was the perfect opportunity to act on her revenge. I was nearly twenty feet away from him, as I saw a flash of pink in the corner of my eye. I didn't bother to turn my head, I'll deal with Quinny after I make Kurt wear his ass for a hat. I'm zoning in, only fifteen feet away and I know everyone is watching the impending beat down, already smelling the blood that will spill. Suddenly, I hear my name called by my Quinny, shortly followed by Mercedes, warning Kurt that death is a few steps from choking him. The last ten feet seem to slow time down; I barely recognize Quinny running toward me, obviously trying to stop me, or Mercedes yelling "Run, Kurt, Run!" or even the horrified look on the boy's face as I ready my arm to strike his pale face.
I enclose on my prey and I look up, seeing everyone anticipate the blow; this is my favorite part, this is when I am in my glory. I bring my fist back over my head, for extra force, and look past the boy, toward a tall blonde, who's wearing the saddest expression I have ever seen. I freeze a second, becoming disoriented and try to blink the girl away, but there she stands, her hands trembling against her frown, her eyes glossy with fear. The girl's presence is powerful; I can't take my eyes off her…I whimper, only loud enough for Kurt to hear, and drop my arm down to my side, as if it weighed a thousand pounds. I know everyone is looking at me, realizing that I'm staring at this blonde girl at the end of the hall and I immediately push past Kurt and run out the closest exit.
(Quinn's POV)
As soon as I pull up to the parking lot, I dart my eyes all around in search of Rachel's car…no luck. I reach for my phone, only to toss it into the passenger's seat, in frustration, realizing that I've been so distracted by the girl's beauty, these past two days, that I haven't even managed enough brain power to ask for her number. I lay my head against the steering wheel and look across the way, and see Santana walk into the school with an angry sway in her hips. UH OH. I run across the parking lot, but by the time I get to the hall, I see her targeting a completely defenseless Kurt. I yell out her name, hoping to distract her, but she is in her zone, and I know that at this point, Hummel is as good as dead. I look around and see Mercedes' hollering at Kurt, trying to warn him; everyone else just stands still, waiting for bloodshed. I feel a ball of guilt roll in my stomach and I have no choice, but to throw myself in front of him. I run toward Santana, hoping either I or Mercedes' yelling will somehow protect the scared shitless boy, but the Latina's arm is already in position to do damage.
Suddenly, I see an unfamiliar look in Santana's eyes and I can't help but freeze when she does. She seems to have lost all sense of time and is staring off past everyone in the hall, only to lay her sight on a tall blonde, who looks more distraught than Kurt. I try to decipher this new emotion on Santana's face, but I can only describe it by comparing it to seeing someone witness a miracle right before their eyes. Santana drops her arm and runs out of the hall, back into the parking lot. Holy Shit! Santana Lopez has witnessed a miracle…Love. This tall blonde is Santana's miracle…and surprisingly she is also Kurt's and mine.
I pat a relieved Kurt on his back and make sure he is breathing again, before I run out into the parking lot, only to see the mystery blonde hot on Santana's trail.
(Rachel's POV)
It bothers me that Quinn hasn't showed up for PE yet; this is the only class she always shows up for. At first I didn't understand why the pink-haired rebel even showed up daily to this class, when she hardly attended her other courses, except English Lit, which she seemed to only miss once a week. I always thought it was because she was an exceptional athlete, and deep down, no matter how many cigarettes she smoked, she cared about her health; I figured she took enough pride in her toned stomach and lean physique to not skip a workout, but after last night I knew the real reason…Quinn only showed up to P.E., religiously, because she wanted to see me. I smiled at this thought, but quickly frowned when I noticed the class was five minutes into our warm-ups and the pink-haired girl was still missing. I sighed, knowing that I had pushed the boundaries too far last night; I probably scared her away again or humiliated her with my teasing punishment.
I get the fact that Quinn has a reputation to uphold, her badass punk lifestyle is definitely something she revels in, but I exposed her for who she really is. I guess I like to think of myself as Quinn's weakness, but I also want to be her strength.
I try to focus on my stretches, trying to not fall over when I reach for my toes, yet I can't help but lose balance when I hear the gym door open and close. I throw my head up, almost cracking my neck in the process and let the relief spread across my face.
Her eyes turn dark when they meet mine and she looks as if she wants to yell out in a mix of yearning and anger. I can't break the connected stare, but I try hard to not pounce on her, as she walks up to the group and takes a spot right behind me. My nervous system feels as if it shut down and jumped into overdrive, at the same time. I feel every movement she makes, as her limbs push, pull, and swipe at the air against my back. I feel a tremble travel throughout my body, and I hear a low chuckle escape her lips as I desperately try to hold my one-footed pose. Finally, Coach Beiste decides we have stretched enough and allows us to use the equipment, however we wish. I immediately turn around to face Quinn, but she is gone, I look around the gym and see her already using the pull-up bar. She lifts her arms up, grips the metal, and pulls herself up so her chin is above the bar, then comes half way down and pulls herself up again, multiple times, never letting her feet touch the ground. I marvel at the sight, she is concentrating, yet she makes it look so effortless. I stare at her forearms and biceps as they tighten with each lift. Darn! Why does she have to cut the sleeves off all her shirts! I manage to stop staring long enough to move my feet toward her. She knows I'm coming, but she doesn't stop with her exercise.
I clear my throat, rather loudly, announcing my presence, but she merely closes her eyes to avoid seeing me.
I shake my head, "You asked for it…" I reach under the front of her shirt and give her a quick tickle on her stomach and laugh as she yelps and drops to the floor mat below.
"Damnit, Rachel! You can't keep doing that." she half shouts and half whispers. She stands up and brushes herself off. "What do you want? To torment me again? Well fuck that, I don't need a tease! God, did you ever think that it's not about sex with me? If that's what I wanted, to be quite honest, I would've had it by now. So if you think that I said all that stuff to you, last night, just to get you to touch me, well…then I guess you're not the one for me, after all, Rachel Berry…Now excuse me, I have to finish my workout." She walks over to the leg lift and clumsily readjusts the weight before using the machine. I stand still for what feels like minutes, but in reality it's only long enough for Quinn to realize I'm about to cry. I see her walking toward me again and she walks past me, discreetly grabbing my hand as she pulls me back to the locker room.
We are alone, straddling the bench between the lockers, looking at each other with hurt in our eyes. I have to say something, or she'll leave me again.
"Qu-"
"No, Rachel…Please…I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. You're not a tease…I deserved what you did to me last night. I was being an asshole to you…and to Santana."
For some reason, I wince as she says her name, as if jealousy embodied the coldest of hands and slapped my face. "Qu-"
"I'm not finished, Rachel. I know I called you a tease, but to be honest, I kinda…uh…well, I kinda…liked it…a lot." She looks like a puppy; the cutest puppy in the world. Her head is down and her eyes are staring at her hands, as she fumbles with her fingers. She is the most adorable puppy ever. Her nervousness takes over and I can see her body tense. She quickly looks up at me, catches me smiling softly at her, and immediately looks back down, moving a hand to rub her neck, uncomfortably. I want to grab this shy puppy and hug and kiss her forever.
"You know, Quinn Fabray…you are definitely not what everyone thinks of you," I hold my smile as she looks up, a bit confused. "You are so much more than a badass with pink hair, a nicotine addiction, cut-up shirts, a dangerous smirk, and perfectly toned abs," I say with a poke to her stomach. She smiles a little and scoots closer to me, not realizing that she's innocently thrusting, in order to close the gap. I lick my lips and continue, "You may be all that, but you are also my little…puppy." This comparison is struggling to connect with Quinn's understanding, so I decide to further explain, "I mean that you are my loyal, lovable, shy, sensitive Quinn. I want nothing more, but to throw my arms around your neck," I match my words with action, "and kiss you."
Her body instantly quivers, but makes a quick recovery, as she lays me back against the bench we are straddling.
"Who said I was shy?" the dangerous smirk, I referred to seconds ago, flashes across her lips. She places one hand on my waist and uses the other to slide under my shirt and cup my breast. I gasp and squirm under her warm touch; and I close my eyes, letting her kiss my neck with such gentleness that I am swooning beneath her. "Rachel Berry,…" she whispers in one exasperated breath, "…I believe you have stolen my heart."
I'm slightly lightheaded and definitely too weak to respond. Her soft, yet heavy gaze is breathtaking; her smirk is no longer dangerous, but instead it serves as proof that Quinn Fabray is definitely a romantic. After a long pause, one in which I should have responded, I look into her hazel eyes and see that she is trying to read my thoughts. I want to somehow form a sentence, a word, or at this point, even a movement, but it seems that her sweet confession has rendered me both, speechless and motionless. She's beginning to look nervous again, and I can tell she's ready to get off me and make a run for it. Sure enough, she forces her body to retract from its position above me and before she can escape, I jump up and grab her right shoulder with both my hands and slam her, a little too hard, against the P.E. lockers.
(Quinn's POV)
I groan as my shoulder blades crash into the metal lockers, but my pain is quickly overshadowed by her soft lips on my neck. The sensation is welcomed as I tilt my head to the side, sacrificing more skin to be kissed, licked, sucked, nibbled, and bruised by the brunette's lips, tongue, and teeth. Her mouth sends a tingle down my spine, when she focuses on the spot just below my ear; and she smiles against my flesh when she feels my hands holding onto her waist for support, as I slide down the lockers, a bit.
She drags her tongue across my neck, along my jaw, and wiggles the tip against the backside of my other earlobe. I'm beside myself, as I can't silence the moan that traveled up my stomach to my throat and announced itself, by erupting from my lips.
Again, I feel and hear Rachel enjoying the reaction she is getting out of me, as her sexy giggle makes her lips vibrate on my ear and neck. I can't help but laugh, breathlessly, and move my hands up her shirt, rubbing her sides and lower back. She gasps, grabs my wrists and holds them against the lockers.
"Grr, Rach, please!" I shout, noticing how close I sound to whining.
"She pulls her face away from my neck and looks me dead in the eyes…
"Did you just grr at me?"
I can't read the expression on her face or in her tone, so I decide to ignore her question and pull my hands from hers, but before I can continue my exploration of her body, she slaps my hands away from her ass.
"Answer me, Quinn Fabray!"
Oh okay…she's angry. I still I see no real threat, so I ignore the second round of slaps, which allows me to rest one palm on each cheek. I look at her premature reaction, as she probably expected me to roughly handle her ass with grubby paws, and smile innocently.
"Why so shocked, Berry?" I ask with a smirk.
She softens her angry glare and gives me a quick peck on my nose. "I thought you were going to attempt to roughly fondle my…buttocks;" she says with a shy breath, "…but I see that you have once again proven that you are nothing like your-" she stops herself.
I furrow my brows, "…like my what?"
"Please, don't take this the wrong way, but I thought that maybe you were a bit of a…gosh, how should I say this?…"
"A perv? Horndog?" I rudely suggest.
She tightly purses her lips, in shock, "I was going to say player, but I guess your suggestions would also suffice."
"Why the hell would you think that I was a player?" I ask, obviously offended, as I move my hands away from her ass.
She frowns, "I merely assumed that was the case because, well…to be quite frank, I know half the guys and girls, in this school, sooo shamelessly gawk at you when you walk the halls, and the other half discreetly admire you from a distance. Also, I cannot help, but imagine you to be a bit sexually aggressive, considering you were with…whatsherface."
I don't know how to react when she unleashes this information on me, but I settle for being frustrated. "First off! How does other people's "gawking" have to do with my behavior? Second! I don't even pay attention to anyone in the hall, except you! Which brings me to number three: Santana is the past! I was with her and broke up with her before you even transferred here! And since we're being so "frank" the reason I broke it off is exactly the opposite of what you're accusing me of being…Sure I had my moments, when I was tempted, but I never allowed anything beyond simple make-out sessions, obviously because I have this stupid dick between my legs, which isn't supposed to be there! And with Santana constantly expecting me to give up the pussy she was expecting, I couldn't keep hiding from her horny ass, so I dumped her! Annnnd fourth-" I'm about to call her out on her own lack of control, when she does it herself by pressing me back against the lockers and kissing me hard. I'm still angry, so I half try to break away from her lips and half try to take command.
I growl into her mouth, wrap my arms around her thighs and lift her up, then turn so she feels the metal press into her back.
(Rachel's POV)
A pitchy moan tears from between my lips, as I'm hoisted up against the lockers. I immediately wrap my legs around Quinn's waist and bury my hands in her sexy hair. My heart is beating extremely fast and I wonder if she can hear and/or feel it pound, while she burrows her face between my clothed breasts. The fabric of my gym shirt seems to pose as an enemy, so my sexy punk lets go of my legs, but uses her body to press hard against mine to still hold me up, before she uses both hands to grab the shirt collar and tears it down the middle, in a quick display of full body strength.
I can't contain how turned on I am, so I stop caressing her hair and fist it as I push her head against the exposed cleavage, just above my bra. Her mouth is eager, yet reluctant. It's almost as if, she is trying to decide if she should tear the bra off as well. Instead, I hear a soft whimper come from her lips, as her morals kick in, and she settles for sucking on my neck. I moan and smile, widely, excited that she found my sensitive pulse point, and happy that she's showing patience and understanding, by not stripping me completely bare. I'm really starting to love this romantic side of her. As she's starting to be more sensual, by gently massaging my ears, neck, and shoulders with soft kisses and nibbles, I know my pink-haired punk is starting to settle back down, so I decide to reward her. I lower my hands, away from her head, and lightly graze my fingertips down the back of her neck and quickly flutter them between her shoulder blades. Her back arches forward and a cute smile spreads on her face. I look into her hazel eyes and softly tickle both her shoulder blades; I can't help but fall in love. She laughs and buries her face against my chest, struggling to break away, but she doesn't want to just drop me, instead she wiggles around for a few seconds, before turning us back over, so she's back against the lockers.
"No fair!" She looks adorable, as she calls foul, and playfully taps my bottom with one of her hands, while she's still holding me up. I give her a kiss on her forehead as we finally begin to unwind our limbs. I unwrap my legs and slide my body down hers, we both moan, as my center brushes against her semi-erect penis.
"Sorry!" We say in unison, then we smile at each other before she looks down at her feet, rubs the back of her neck, and quietly asks, "Rachel, will you go on a pre-date with me?…I wanna spend more time with you and learn more things about you, so I'm not so nervous when I ask you out on a date-date."
I reach for the hand on her neck and hold it in mine, I move closer and lean into her, "Quinn Fabray…" I let my whisper linger in her ear, "…you are the cutest, strongest, sexiest, most romantic person I have ever met; and I admit that you have stolen my heart a long time ago, but I am proud to say that now…you simply earned it." Her smile reaches her eyes and I cannot help but match her happiness. "So of course I will go on a pre-date with you; which by the way I think is absolutely dorky and adorable," I answer. "I also think we can have our little pre-date during lunch, after English Lit, and before Glee. I hope you didn't forget about your Shakespeare presentation and your comeback solo," I say with a little authority in my voice.
She looks surprised, but tries to play it off. "Oh yeah…I uh, I didn't forget." she says with a little nervousness.
I can't help but give her a kiss on the cheek, before I grab my regular school clothes and skip to the bathroom to change, leaving her more excited about our pre-date than her penis was a few minutes ago.
