AN: Nope, still don't know what I'm doing.


The Sleepover

Part 4

It was starting to get late. Their second film was nearing its end, and no matter how many times Quinn had seen it, she couldn't help but tear up a little. Outside, she could see the darkening sky and the faint glimmer of the stars. She yawned. They'd be going to sleep soon, although Quinn had her doubts of whether or not she'd be getting any sleep at all since she would be sharing a bed with Rachel Berry.

She'd like to hope that she'd be able to talk her way into sleeping into a guest room, but really what kind of chance was there of that happening? Besides, she'd already kissed her, or to be more accurate, was kissed by her. So what exactly would be the big deal about sleeping in the same bed with her?

Nothing, that's what. Absolutely nothing.

And that is why, at the present moment, Quinn is completely calm. She's been able to speak clearly without fumbling on her words. She fought the temptation to look up Rachel's poor excuse for a nightgown (really though, it's like not even there) when she accidently dropped the remote (Quinn's still not sure if that was really an accident) and had to bend over to pick it up. She's even been able to remember to be a good house guest by offering to dispose of the now empty pizza box.

The jitters she had felt earlier on were almost completely gone, being replaced with an overwhelming sense of confidence and hope that come the following week at school, not only would she not have to worry about being bullied anymore, but she'd have a girlfriend too; Rachel Berry.

Just thinking about it made her feel dizzy. It felt unreal and yet so believable.

But how to go about it?

Just ask, maybe. 'Hey Rachel, do you want to be my girlfriend?' Sounded simple enough, very simple, maybe even a little too simple. Oh, hopefully things could just be that simple or at least just this once. Quinn tossed her legs over the side of the bed and confidently marched towards Rachel's bathroom.

The door was open, and she could see Rachel thoroughly brushing her teeth. She looked so cute, with her hair tied up in pigtails while she brushed with childlike enthusiasm… or at least she would look cute if it wasn't for that damned nightgown, which was suddenly transparent? Quinn was confused. It wasn't transparent before… was it? No, it was silk. Quinn could remember how it felt. It was silk, but now it wasn't but why?

Quinn didn't know, but to be honest she didn't really care and could you blame her?

Rachel looked… well it was kind of difficult to see how she looked since Quinn's glasses had started to fog up. Hm, was that even possible? No, but yet it was happening. Quinn removed her glasses from her face and wiped them clear with pajama top before replacing them on her face. Now she could see, much better… or worse depending on how you looked at things.

She stood right outside the doorway as she watched Rachel check her teeth to make sure they were spotless. After she saw the brunette flash a triumphant grin into the mirror, Quinn decided to make her move. She gave a gentle knock, only poking her head inside while she waited for her presence to be acknowledged. Rachel spun around, her grin widening into a megawatt smile. Her teeth were so shiny that they were almost blinding. Out of reflex, Quinn looked down to shield her eyes.

Bad move.

"Is there something you wanted Quinn?" She only barely registered the words, and she knew that she did in fact want something but her brain wasn't functioning well enough to recall what that something was. All her brain could focus on was the sight that was easily seen through that nightgown; Rachel's breasts hidden behind a lacy bra.

A giggle had her eyes darting back up. She had been staring, and it wouldn't take a genius to figure out that Rachel had noticed. Quinn looked down at her feet, her face reddening in embarrassment. For all her talk about not being a pervert, she was sure acting like one. "Sorry," she spoke, her voice quiet and meek. "For staring… and for touching… earlier."

Rachel giggled again. Quinn could hear her footsteps approaching. "It's okay Quinn. I actually find it flattering that my breasts are so irresistible for you." Quinn raised her head, the makings of a smile forming on her face. So long as her actions didn't offend Rachel, then she'd be in a good place. "You don't have to worry about it at all Quinn, but… if you still feel bad about it maybe you repay the favor."

Quinn's eyebrows narrowed. Her nose scrunched up. "What do you mean?" she said, voicing her confusion.

"Well… you've touched mine and I was hoping that maybe I could…" Rachel trailed off, but it was clear what she wanted. Quinn blinked. Rachel wanted to touch her breasts, and based off how dilated her pupils were, Quinn could guess that she wanted to do more than just that. Quinn could feel her own arousal building.

She took a step back. Rachel took one forward. There was a gleam in her eye, but not like the one that had been present there earlier; it lustful, but not predatory. Quinn couldn't tell what it could mean. And as much as she wanted this, that look made her fear for her innocence. She continued to backtrack but Rachel outmaneuvered her, cornering her until she hit the end of the bed.

Quinn fell down. Rachel straddled her. She was trapped, again. This was it. She closed her eyes, waiting for whatever Rachel was about to do. She waited and waited and waited, but nothing happened. She opened her eyes. Concerned, brown eyes watched over her. Rachel reached out and cupped her cheek. The gentle stroking of Rachel's thumb helped ease Quinn's nerves.

"I won't ever do anything to you if you don't want me to, if you're not ready," she said. "I really like you Quinn, and there are a lot of things I'd like to do to you, but I don't want to overstep your bounds. Okay?" Quinn slowly nodded, a bit in shock over the unexpected turn of events. "I guess we should go to sleep, let me just get the lights." And with that Rachel removed herself from on top of Quinn.

"Wait!" Rachel spun around, confusion etched on her face. Quinn was equally confused about what she was about to do. "I think I can at least do this." She grabbed Rachel's hands and held them right above her breasts. Quinn closed her eyes and turned away, missing the delighted look on Rachel's face as she reached forward and cupped Quinn's breasts. She squeezed. "Oh!"


AN: First of all I'd like to acknowledge my condolences for those of you who still watch Glee as I have heard that they are confirmed for two more seasons. My best advice would be to quit watching like I have and to also convince your friends (and anyone who happen to know only through the internet) to stop watching as well. Then you won't have to suffer, and hopefully Glee will get cancelled and Lea and Naya and Heather (it already looks like Dianna is free) and everyone else will be free from that show.

With that said, I'll bring the topic back to this fic. So far four out of seven chapter have been about one night. I feel like that's a bit overkill. I still have things I can address, but I feel like I should advance to the next day at school. Not sure yet.