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Chapter 8 – Quinn's POV
I walk into Glee club, expecting to be the last one in but as my eyes search the room I notice that Rachel isn't here yet.
I'm thinking about going to find her when Mr Schue walks in and asks me to take a seat, so I do as I'm told. I'm then amazed that instead of standing in front of us, Mr Schue also takes a seat and nods at the band who start playing 'So Emotional' by Whitney.
As the intro continues, Santana dances in before singing the first part of the song and then another voice picks up from where she stops.
I freeze when I instantly recognise the voice, anger filling me as I listen to my girlfriend singing a duet with my ex best friend. I avoid eye contact with Rachel when she enters the room and continues the performance.
After the song finishes I finally lock eyes with Rachel before wordlessly walking out of the room.
I hear footsteps behind me and spin round, expecting to see Rachel but find myself face to face with Santana.
I stand glaring at her, waiting for her to talk.
"So, I hear you and the dwarf are an item now." She mocks.
"Don't call her that."
She smirks in response. When she doesn't say anything else I turn to walk away when I feel a hand slip into mind and look to see Rachel standing beside me.
"Please don't be mad." She begs. "I can see how miserable you are without Santana and Brittany and needed to do something."
"Yeah she practically cornered me at lunch, pleading me to sing with her. I skipped Cheerios practise for this so you better be grateful."
"Oh come on, you two used to be best friends, don't let such a stupid thing get between you." Rachel says.
I drop her hand. "A 'stupid thing'?"
"No, I, that's not what I meant." She stammers.
I look between her and Santana before sighing and walking away.
"Quinn!" I hear Rachel call after me but I ignore her.
"What's the matter Quinny?" My mum asks over dinner.
"Nothing." I mutter.
"Really? You've hardly touched your dinner." She points out.
I drop my fork and look up at her.
"Fine, Rachel tried to get me to forgive Santana."
"Oh! That's so sweet." Mum smiles.
"No, you're not getting the point. I miss Santana, and Brittany, but I can't forgive her yet, she hasn't even apologised. Plus Rachel called what happened between us a 'stupid thing'." I moan.
Mum opens her mouth to respond but is interrupted by the doorbell. She sighs and gets up to open the door.
"Who was it?" I ask as I hear her re-enter the kitchen behind me.
"Hi Quinn."
I spin round. "Rachel. What are you doing here?"
"I was worried about you." She says, stepping closer before glancing awkwardly at my mother.
"I'll give you some space." Mum says, taking the hint.
"Quinn, I really am sorry. For both the duet and referring to your fallout as 'stupid'. I'm an idiot, but I stand by what I said earlier, you are miserable without them. I was just trying to help."
"I don't need your help." I mumble, before regretting it as I look up and see the hurt in Rachel's eyes. "Looks like we're both idiots." I laugh.
She smiles half-heartedly.
"What Santana did really messed with my head, I don't know how or why, but it did." I explain. "It'll take more than a few days to get over that."
"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking about it from your perspective. If that had happened to me I would be the same."
I open my arms and she walks over to receive the hug. As we stand in each other's arms, she slips a hand into my back pocket.
"Does this mean you forgive me?" She murmurs into my chest.
"I can't stay mad at you." I respond, kissing the top of her head.
She leans back slightly and pulls my mouth down to hers.
"Do you think your mum will care if we go upstairs?" She asks, a mischievous glint in her eye.
"She's had at least 3 glasses of wine, I doubt she even remembers you're here." I laugh, taking her hand and leading her silently up to my room.
She immediately pushes me onto my bed and pulls off my shirt and bra before latching her mouth onto mine.
I move to take her top off but she stops me. "No, tonight's all about you."
She kisses my neck, sucking gently on my pulse point before moving her mouth down and licking my nipples, making them hard.
While her mouth works on my breasts, her hands wander down and take both my skirt and underwear off in one swift movement.
She pushes me back so I'm lying down, continues sucking on my nipples and I feel her hand push up against my clit.
I moan in pleasure, tangling my fingers in her hair.
"I'm so close already baby." I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Upon hearing these words Rachel begins trailing kisses down my stomach and onto my inner thighs. I feel her warm breath on my pussy.
"Quinny do you… Oh my!"
Rachel jumps up and I whip the covers over me as my mum walks in.
"I'm going to go." Rachel mutters, looking down at the ground as she walks out, leaving me naked and sexually frustrated.
It feels like Rachel has been ignoring me all morning, so I slump down in the seat next to her at lunch.
"Quinn don't make me talk about it, I'm mortified." She complains.
"I didn't say anything." I laugh, ignoring the questioning glances from Mercedes and Kurt.
"I know but I also know why you came over here." She responds.
"To eat lunch with my girlfriend?"
She looks up at me. "You don't want to talk about it?"
"I do." I say. "But not until you do too."
"How's never looking for you?" She jokes.
"I'm sorry, what's happening?" Kurt asks, fed up with waiting.
"Nothing." Rachel and I chorus.
He and Mercedes exchange a look before starting up a conversation about Broadway, which makes Rachel perk up a little so I'm grateful.
I stay behind after Glee and watch Rachel practise her scales before walking her home.
"Do you want to come in?" She asks coyly as we stand in front of her house.
I hesitate.
"My dads aren't home." She laughs.
"Then yes, definitely." I wink.
Once inside I start towards the stairs but a hand on my arm stops me.
Rachel leads me into the living room and pushes me onto the couch.
"Are you sure they aren't coming home?" I ask worriedly as she straddles me.
"Honestly, they're away all week. I was going to tell you yesterday after Glee but…"
I kiss her to make her shut up, thrusting my tongue into her mouth.
I lie down on the couch, pulling her with me, never breaking the kiss. She moans softly as my hands roam her back, down to her butt. I move my hands under the hem of her shorts.
"Wait." I say. "Are you not wearing underwear?"
She just winks in response.
"God you're hot." I moan and begin suckling on her pulse point.
"Turn over." She whispers, moving to take her weight off me.
I do as I'm told and feel her sit back down and unzip my dress, as well as unhook my bra.
She then begin massaging my shoulders and I let out an involuntary moan. I hear her giggle.
"Feel nice?" She inquires.
"Mhmm." Is the only response I can muster.
Her hands are shortly joined by her soft lips as she plants kisses all over my shoulder blades, moving down my spine.
When she reaches my hips she pulls my dress the rest of the way down along with my underwear.
"Oops." She giggles.
I notice that she's not sitting on me anymore so flip round onto my back and pull her down on top of me.
"You're not going to get away with that so easily." I tease. "Also you're wearing way too many clothes right now."
Our mouths find each other while my hands busy themselves removing Rachel's clothing until we're both lying naked on her couch.
She breaks off the kiss and begins nibbling on my ear.
"You know…" She whispers. "This is one of my fantasies."
"Oh yeah?" I chuckle. "Tell me more."
"Why don't I show you instead? Close your eyes."
I oblige, wondering when Rachel became the more dominant one.
Without warning I suddenly feel her mouth on my clit.
I gasp sharply. "Oh my God, you absolute minx!"
It doesn't take long for me to cum violently against her mouth but she doesn't stop.
"Racheellll." I groan.
She laughs against my clit then pushes two fingers inside me moving them perfectly in sync with her tongue. I reach down and tangle my fingers in her hair, pushing her against me. I feel an orgasm brewing in my stomach and try to fight it off to enjoy this longer but I shortly climax again and have to pull away to catch my breath as well as to ensure she wouldn't continue.
I open my eyes slowly and see her sitting opposite me, licking her lips and fingers.
"That was so hot." She says after a while. "Seeing you squirming above me, really turned me on."
"I bet it did." I tease, lifting one eyebrow.
"God Quinn, that expression is so sexy."
It takes me a while to realise that she's touching herself.
"Oh no you don't." I say, replacing her hand with my own.
I shift our positions so she's lying down and I'm sat between her legs. She whimpers in appreciation.
"You weren't lying about being turned on." I laugh, feeling her wetness as I slide two fingers inside her.
Within a couple of minutes I feel her walls start to twitch around my fingers so swiftly find her g spot and press against it.
Rachel screams in pleasure as she orgasms and rolls off the couch panting.
"How… did… you… do… that…?" She asks between breaths.
I laugh, throwing a blanket over her. "That's for me to know, and for you to enjoy."
She groans. "You know I hate it when people misquote things."
"Tough." I say, bending down to kiss her forehead. "I'm going to help myself to a drink, want anything?"
"Oh no you don't." She reaches out and grabs my ankle to stop me. "I'm the host, I get the drinks."
She pulls herself off the floor and heads into the kitchen but I follow her anyway.
"Hey, I was thinking, seeing as your dads are away… why don't we throw a little party? Glee club only." I ask.
"I don't know…" She pauses when she turns around to face me. "My God you're hot."
I blush. "Honestly it feels really weird standing naked in someone else's kitchen."
"Well I'm glad that it's my kitchen." She smirks, walking up to me and kissing me deeply. "Alright, I'll let you throw a party, but if people trash the place, you're on clean-up duty."
"Deal." I smile, kissing her again. "Now I think we've had enough sex so let's put our clothes back on, put a film in and order takeout."
