Fic: Quinn's Old Friend
Chapter 9: Caught In the Act
Author: deeha
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. I also do not own Taxi. And, I don't know any Victoria Secret models.
Summary: Several years after high school, Quinn lives in New York, is an art gallery receptionist, and a taxi driver at night. One night she picks up an old friend.
Quinn was literally dancing in the moonlight, and with Rachel Berry, no less. She felt like Vera-Ellen in White Christmas, because Rachel actually twirled them outside to the restaurant's patio. The trees had white lights in them, a fire pit burned warmly, and the stars in the sky were really bright - everything was just perfect. Romantic? Check. And Quinn was ready to continue with the kissing, because the kiss was amazing. Quinn was in the mood. She felt like a winner, and she wanted to bask in the glory of winning...with Rachel's lips.
"Quinn! I think we fooled them!"
Berzerbit. The synaptic wiring in Quinn's brain short circuited. Rachel was still acting? Quinn's eyebrows furrowed together and made her "wtf" face.
"I mean Anya was just eating it up - hook, line, and sinker - and Santana, her face when we kissed...Quinn are you alright?"
Quinn wasn't buying it. There is no way Rachel was acting.
"Rachel. I'm not buying it. You're not that great of an actress."
It was turn for Rachel's "wtf" face.
"Pardon me? I'll have you know that I am an excellent actress. I've been reviewed just as such!"
"No, Rachel. You misunderstand me. You weren't acting. You were being real in there. You have feelings for me."
"Quinn, I hate to disillusion you - but I was acting! And all for your sake I might add!"
Quinn smiled and stepped into Rachel's space.
"Come on Rachel. Be honest. I know a real kiss from a fake one, and that kiss was a 'you're crazy for me kiss'. Am I right?"
Now Rachel was really steamed. Quinn just looked like she was a love-strucked puppy.
"Quinn! I was playing a part! If you remember, I said at the beginning of the night: You told Santana that you had a girl crazy about you. You're going to have a girl crazy about you. That will worship the ground you walk on."
"Rachel, you don't have to keep up the 'act'. I like you too."
Rachel's jaw dropped. Her brain went berzerbit. Quinn liked her! But Rachel wasn't about to let Quinn question her acting...even if Quinn was right. Totally right.
"Quinn, you're mistaken. I am a professional."
Quinn knew what Rachel was doing, and Quinn liked being on a winning team. Remember...making Santana jealous made Quinn feel really good. Now, making Rachel confess would make Quinn feel really good.
"Rachel, I know what you're doing. You can't tell me that you weren't turned on back there."
"Quinn! Turned on? I would never."
Never? Now Quinn was a little affronted.
"Never? Oh, come on! I'm the most exquisite piece of art you've ever seen."
"Oh, Quinn. Please, that was part of the act!"
"Rachel, there is no way that what went on in there didn't get you excited."
"Excited? Oh that is just..."
"I know you felt something in that kiss. It was real!"
"Quinn! If you're that hung up on a kiss...here I'll do it again, just to show you that it was not real!"
Rachel jumped Quinn and laid a smacker of a kiss on Quinn. Quinn squeaked in surprise and triumph! She embraced Rachel and squeezed her tight. Rachel crushed her lips against Quinn's again and again, just to prove that it was an act. But it wasn't working. Because Quinn started smiling into the kiss and enjoying it, and that action alone made Rachel hot. Rachel forgot what point she was trying to make and her new goal was to get Quinn to moan in pleasure. Rachel mewled against Quinn' lips and Quinn couldn't feel her toes. It gave Quinn thrills of pleasure that Rachel suddenly forgot that she was putting on an act. Quinn was smart. And Quinn was getting some sweet lady kisses from Rachel Berry. Quinn didn't want it to stop.
"Hey, Fabray! Anya and I are heading out."
Oh yea...Santana.
