Dedicated to GrumpkinVicky, whose writing speed is something I aspire to. Go read her stuff on ao3 when she gets it out lol.
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"Come on, we can walk over to my place and do girly sleepover stuff." Quinn walks out of Rachel's bedroom with her bag over her shoulder.
Snapped out of her reverie (and daydreams of Quinn coming out of her room naked instead), Rachel hums her assent with only a slight pink to her cheeks. She pauses though, frowning, "Wait, you won't be extra sore if you walk, right?"
"Doctor says that nothing super heavy on my upper body will be fine," Quinn assures her, before her lips quirk in a devious smirk. "Plus, if I do end up sore again, you would definitely help me ease the tension, wouldn't you?"
Ignoring the now obvious flush of red on her face, Rachel escapes into her bedroom to pack her overnight supplies in a hurry, sending a text to her dads to let them know that she'll be sleeping over at Quinn's. She maybe neglects to pack a T-shirt and shorts, because she knows that Quinn will lend her hers, and call her pathetic, but she really likes wearing the blonde's nice-smelling and slightly oversized shirts.
You're pathetic.
Correction, we're pathetic. If I have to suffer through this, you have to too.
Bitch, if we had it my way, we wouldn't be suffering at all. Well, there might be a bit of teasing, but-
"You aren't packing anything else?" Quinn asks, cutting into her thoughts, and Rachel thinks, shit, she's onto her, but then the Cheerio motions to the journal on the desk instead, eyes gleaming. "Thought you might want to read it while I'm in the shower or whatever."
"Oh!" Rachel perks up as she places the journal in her bag carefully, almost as if it's sacred – it might as well be, considering the amount of effort Quinn clearly puts into them – and she sends the blonde a sheepish smile.
But still, the glow in Quinn's eyes tells her that she totally knows what Rachel's doing by not packing her clothes, and the brunette shoves the implications of that into the back of her mind along with all her other raging thoughts for the time being.
She already has the whole possibly having a crush on Quinn Fabray thing going on, she doesn't need another internal crisis to deal with.
…Which just brings her back to possibly having a crush on Quinn Fabray.
Internal crisis indeed.
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"You know, I just realized that even all the times you've been here, I've never really given you a tour of the place," Quinn suddenly mentions as they enter the house.
"Guess you better show me around then," Rachel isn't sure where she's going with this, but she plays along anyway.
Quinn simply hums, directing the brunette to put her bags on the living room's couch as always. "You've pretty much seen most of it, the study and the guest room and everything else, but I've kind of been keeping something away from you."
"Just so you know, if you have a shrine hidden away somewhere dedicated to me, I wouldn't think less of you," Rachel jokes, Quinn tugging her by the hand to an unfamiliar doorway.
"Rachel Berry, always so humble," Quinn snorts, rolling her eyes fondly.
She's about to retort when she's dragged into the room, and the words are taken away from her as she sees the large library-music room hybrid.
It's clear that it's separated into two, with rows of bookshelves and an armchair in the corner, right next to a window on the left, and a grand piano along with some other instruments to the right.
"…This is breathtaking, Quinn," she breathes out.
Quinn lets loose a little grin, the one that reaches her eyes and causes little upheavals of Rachel's stomach. "It used to be just the library, and I came here all the time to lose myself in Alice In Wonderland. But then when I turned seven, Russell demanded that I learn how to play piano and other 'lady-like' instruments, so he cleared out half of the room for them instead," she explains, lost in her reminiscing. "Oddly enough, I didn't mind learning the flute and violin and all that, and I loved playing piano, so I guess he did one thing right."
"He did two," Rachel says, and Quinn gives her a questioning look. "He created you."
A self-depreciating look flickers across the honor-roll student's face, and Rachel's eyes narrow. "Don't you dare say that you're a mistake, Quinn Fabray."
Quinn simply shrugs, but it's clear that she appreciates the words, and she motions to the covered guitar leaning on one of the shelves. "My tutor used to teach me how to play, and I didn't like it as much as I liked piano, but I enjoyed it. Russell found out though, and I never saw my tutor again. Though, I did manage to hide the guitar before he could throw it away."
At this point, Rachel's entirely convinced that she's only going to hate Russell Fabray even more with every anecdote that the blonde tells her, because that sad but resigned in its melancholy expression is one that she never wants to see on Quinn's face ever again, and her heart clenches at the sight.
She wants to say something, wax poetry about how Quinn's perfect and amazing, but she's always been more of an action more than words person, so she reaches out a hand to interlace with Quinn's. "Play me a song on the piano?"
"Okay," Quinn agrees, a light smile appearing as Rachel eagerly nods. She moves to sit on the piano bench, running her fingers over the keys, and suddenly Rachel is very aware of how slender and long they are, splaying over the white keys in an almost sensual display of elegance.
Swallowing down the gulp in her throat, Rachel tries to block out her inappropriate thoughts of how exactly can those fingers be put to use, and thankfully, the second Quinn starts playing expertly, all other thoughts fall away as she watches the blonde glide her fingers over the keys effortlessly.
She doesn't even know that her breath's stolen away by the calm music until her lungs practically beg for air, and she blinks, not really able comprehend the swell in her chest. Quinn's face is serene, calm in a way that Rachel's seen rarely, and the blonde just looks so at peace that Rachel can't take her eyes off her, captivated and enthralled.
It's clear that Quinn loves playing the piano, and as the light reflects off of her pretty and defined features, Rachel can't help but think that this is one of the most beautiful images she has ever seen, and it suddenly occurs to her that she wants nothing more than to experience this every day.
She wants to be there for every beaming smile and bubbling giggle, she wants to be the one that gets to be crushed in bear hugs, she wants Quinn.
But before that line of thought can spiral any further down, Quinn plays the final chord in her song, haunting and beautifully tragic like an echo, and Rachel exhales a breath as Quinn turns to look at her in an almost-shy manner, as if any verdict given wouldn't be a standing ovation.
Rachel lets herself gaze into those hazel pools of mystery in awe, and she forces herself to conjure up words. "I…I don't know what to say Quinn…That was beautiful."
The taller girl shrugs, looking away. "I'm kinda rusty, but it was okay I guess."
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, (and maybe curse at whatever god was out there a bit, because really, how on Earth did they manage to create someone as wonderful as Quinn Fabray, she'll never know) Rachel narrows her eyes and grabs at Quinn's good hand, forcing the blonde to meet her eyes. "Say that you're proud of yourself."
"What, no way!" Quinn tries pulling away instinctively, but Rachel is unwilling to budge.
"Honestly, it's quite simple Quinn, I don't understand why you're resisting," she huffs, to which Quinn scoffs. "Now, say it with me. 'I, Quinn Fabray, am proud of myself and my achievements."
At this, Quinn shakes her head decisively. "Berry, if you really think that you'll rope me into saying…that, I guess you don't know me that well then."
Affronted, Rachel gasps in indignance. "It's the fact that I do know you that well that I'm telling you to do this!"
Quinn is obviously unimpressed, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at her – dammit Rachel, focus – and Rachel's doe eyes are doing nothing. Time to pull out the big guns then.
Arranging her lips into a perfect pout – she's researched this online for just such an occasion, never say that Rachel Berry is unprepared – and increasing the intensity of her puppy eyes, she throws it at Quinn with full force, making sure to add some wetness to her eyes just for that extra insurance. "Please, Quinn?"
There's a long beat, with Quinn looking at her warily, until finally, she says, "You're cheating, Rae."
"I'll make it up to you," she promises, and she maybe kind of blushes internally, because the optimal way in mind she wants to do that is definitely rated NC-17.
She knows the exact moment when Quinn gives in, her facial expression changing almost imperceptibly with a calculating gleam in her eyes, and the cheerleader sighs. "Anything I want?"
"Anything," Rachel answers without a beat, and though she probably should've thought it over a bit in her head before agreeing, the lavish smirk that appears sends shivers down her spine in the best ways possible.
"Okay then," the honor-roll student says easily with not even an eyelash batted. "I, Quinn Fabray, am proud of myself and my achievements."
The smirk on Quinn's face quickly turns into a shit-eating grin instead, and Rachel shuts her gaping jaw. "I just got played, didn't I?"
"Therapy works wonders, the shrink had me saying that on our ninth session," Quinn chuckles as she stands up to pat Rachel's head. "Don't worry Rae, I'm sure that you'll quite enjoy the favour that I have in mind."
"I'm not even sure whether to berate or commend you on your acting that fooled even me Quinn Fabray, but you won't get me next time!" Rachel vows, jutting her lips out in a pout.
"Aww, don't worry you poor baby, I've had enough acting in my life to last through ten lifetimes," Quinn coos, "So rest assured, your EGOT will remain untouched."
Rachel gasps immediately, "Why, I'll have you know that-"
She's interrupted by Quinn rushing forward to pull her into a bone-crushing hug, and she squeals, "Quinn, what are you- Be careful of your arm, dammit!"
Quinn doesn't pay her warnings any mind, instead squeezing even harder, and Rachel struggles in the blonde's grip to no avail. "Stop moving Rae, you're making this harder than it has to be," Quinn complains, and Rachel gawps at her.
"I'm making this difficult?" she says incredulously.
Of course, Quinn ignores the sarcasm, nodding solemnly. "You're holding up the affairs of the FABRAY squad, which is a very severe crime."
"What the hell is the FABRAY squad?" Rachel shakes her head, leaning against the taller girl's neck now that she's given up on getting out of Quinn's (rather comfortable) grip.
"The Fetter A Bolshie Rachel And Yuk squad, of course," Quinn states matter-of-factly, and when Rachel stares blankly at her, she sighs. "It means 'restrain a stubborn Rachel and laugh', really, I thought that you ate dictionaries for breakfast-"
"What- I know what it means!" Rachel swats at Quinn's good arm.
"Of course you do," Quinn deadpans, before a smirk etches itself onto her face as she drawls, "Now, since you've violated the FABRAY terms of agreement, punishment must be enacted."
Before Rachel can even react to what the hell even did Quinn say, she's attacked with tickling fingers at her ribs, and she jerks sideways in an attempt to escape. "Quinn, wh-what is the meaning of this!" she demands, trying her hardest not to laugh and give Quinn that satisfaction. "Cease and desist this right this instant!"
"Nope," Quinn chirps, resuming her attack on the diva's sensitive sides.
Rachel can't stop the laughter bubbling up in her chest, and she dissolves into a fit of giggles, loud chortles erupting from her mouth. "Qu-Quinn!" she begs, "St-Stop-Stop it!"
"If only you had accepted my loving hugs, then this could've all been avoided," Quinn grins, unrelenting in her attack. "Now admit that you love my hugs."
She doesn't want to give in and looks away stubbornly, though it isn't doing much as she's still a mixture between laughing and crying, crackling so hard that her lungs contract and expand so quickly it almost hurts.
"Oh Rachel," Quinn coos, "You should know by now that I'm a Fabray. And Fabrays get what they want, no matter what."
There isn't a beat until Quinn is picking her up and spinning her around, laughing wildly the entire time. "Oh my god Quinn, your arm- what are you doing?" Rachel's unable to hold in her exuberant cries, heart racing in exhilaration, and she grabs onto the taller girl's neck as she's spun around, relieved that she's gotten a break from the tickling. "Okay, okay!" she laughs, "I admit that I love your hugs, happy now?"
"Very," Quinn grins back at her, stretching across her face beautifully, and Rachel doesn't even mind the ten years that's probably been shaven off from that experience, still holding on to Quinn's neck even as she's let down.
"Honestly Quinn, your arm-"
"Is fine," Quinn assures her, before the moment quiets down.
It's only then that she realizes the close proximity that they're at, and her breath lifts, face feeling all too close but yet so far from Quinn's, and she stares into hazel eyes in a daze, her laughter fading into something else, something far more intimate.
Suddenly, Quinn pulls away, though she still keeps her hand interlaced with the brunette's, and Rachel can't help but mourn the loss of the everlasting haven of warmth. (Not a crush my ass, her inner voice snorts.)
As a matter of fact, Quinn doesn't look at that happy about it herself, her facial expression reigned in as if she's consciously forcing herself to stay away, but Rachel chalks it up to her confused feelings and wistful imagination, especially now that she's starting to entertain thoughts of having a possible crush on her.
"Wanna read books with me until we feel hungry?" Quinn's voice breaks the silence after a while, and Rachel nods, their little moment broken and leaving an ache there that she can't identify as relief or longing.
She lets herself be led to the cozy armchair in the corner, and when Quinn settles herself on it, grabbing a copy of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Rachel's lips turn in a silent question, not sure as to where to sit.
Rolling her eyes, Quinn pats her lap impatiently, and Rachel colors in apprehension, already dreading and anticipating the close constant that's both heaven and sweet, sweet torture at the same time.
She lingers for a few seconds, and Quinn lets out a cute little grunt at the hold-up. Before the blonde can inevitably pull her down herself, Rachel grumbles, "I'm sitting now, so don't think about yanking me down like always with your physical tendencies."
"You love it," Quinn retorts as the diva feels arms circling around her waist and a head resting against her shoulder. Rachel crosses her arms without a reply, jutting her chin away, and a few beats pass with her still in her diva pose.
The weight of Quinn's arms and head disappear in a flash, and Rachel hates the chill that washes across her body without her source of warmth, turning to look at Quinn to demand an explanation.
She finds Quinn with her head to the floor and a remorseful look on her face. "Sorry," she mutters, "I had no idea you didn't like it, I'll stop being so touchy-feely all the time."
Rachel watches as the blonde tries to inch away from her, hating the downcast expression weighing down Quinn's beautiful features, and she reaches for Quinn's hands to clasp around her waist without a second thought (though she still accounts for the blonde's injured arm), the warmth and safety that envelopes her once more feeling much more comfortable.
"Okay, first of all, that was a joke," she emphasizes, nuzzling herself further into Quinn's lap. "And second of all, I love falling into your arms…and I really like how you're so tactile all the time."
Quinn's face quickly morphs into a smirk, and she snuggles up closer to her. "So…you love falling into my arms, then?"
Rachel groans, and she snatches the copy of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland out of Quinn's hands. "Just start reading, Fabray."
"But I want you to," Quinn almost-whines, and she sounds so cute that Rachel has to suppress a smile, turning the book to the first page.
"How about we take turns?" she suggests, and she pretends that it's totally not because she wants to hear Quinn's smooth voice over and over again, because really, the girl could read the phone book in a monotone and she'd still get the urge to plunge her fingers-
Anyhow! Quinn agrees, and with a satisfied hmpf, Rachel starts reading, getting lost into the tale of Alice's adventures and languidly leaning on Quinn's frame now that she's certain the Cheerio's arm is fine.
Time passes quickly, with them switching every two pages, and it's on Quinn's turn to read when Rachel realizes how truly content she is, just being held in the blonde's arms and there, all other thoughts banished and consumed in the moment with only her and Quinn existing.
There isn't a single thought about Broadway or New York running through her brain for once, instead filled with how gorgeous Quinn looks as she reads with a peaceful expression, voice lifted in a delighted drawl recounting Alice's adventures, and in her mind, there is only Quinn Quinn Quinn, as if they're living in a personal fairytale.
It doesn't scare her as it should when she realizes that she wants nothing more than to experience that fairytale every day.
But those thoughts are deathly dangerous and will only end in tears and destruction, so when her stomach rumbles and Quinn laughs softly, reaching for her phone to order take-out, the brunette welcomes the distraction, curling back into Quinn's warm body in an attempt to absorb all the bliss she's feeling.
"What d'you want for lunch?" she feels Quinn run her foot up her calf, and she shivers involuntarily at the goosebumps that arise at the pleasant sensation.
Tangling her limbs with the blonde's, Rachel mumbles a sleepy "Whatever you want," and yawns, suddenly wanting to just disappear into this moment and never come back.
"Rae, I can't get the takeout menu if you're lounging on me," Quinn chuckles but still making no move to change that.
Rachel lets out a petulant whine, snuggling deeper into the Cheerio's neck and using it as a pillow. "You're the first in our grade, right? So use your genius memory or whatever to order."
She hears Quinn sigh fondly, and when she feels fingers tangle themselves into her hair to rake over her scalp in an almost-intuitive action, a purr can't help but emit from her throat, and she blushes at Quinn's raised eyebrow.
After the blonde gets off of the phone, she shifts into a more comfortable position leaning her head against Rachel's, and the brunette tries her hardest not to think of how couple-y it seems, with them wrapped up so tightly together she doesn't even know where her limbs start and Quinn's end.
"Sleep Rae," Quinn mummers, putting down her phone and book so that her hand can resume her ministrations and her other can come up to rest against the small of Rachel's back.
And well, Rachel always listened to what Quinn had to say, so surrounded in the comfort and warmth that the taller girl provided, she dozes off into sleep with visions of hazel and blonde hair behind her eyelids.
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She's gently shaken awake, and she wakes to the wonderful sight Quinn smiling softly at her.
"Takeout's here," the honor-roll student tries to roll Rachel off her. "I gotta go get the door."
"No," Rachel refuses as she buries herself deeper into the creamy expanse of Quinn's neck, still groggy with sleep and entirely too relaxed to bring herself to move. "You feel good."
Quinn lets loose a laugh, and just a moment later, Rachel's suddenly being carried bridal style, carted off in the direction of the door. Now wide awake, she shrieks, and at the crippling laughter that tumbles out of Quinn, she swats at the girl's good arm, grumbling, "I think I liked you better when you were in your repressed cheerleader phase and a bitch to me- on a second thought, you're still a bitch to me, never mind."
"I'm offended," Quinn deadpans in reply, and Rachel knows by now that struggling will do nothing, so she resigns herself to her fate, opening the door for Quinn.
The takeout guy looks weirdly at them, but Rachel grabs the food and shoos him away quickly, paying him with the money that Quinn shad omehow took on the way there. "Thank you!" she calls after the confused man.
Quinn slams the door shut with her foot. "Yup, it was definitely a pleasure," she monotones.
"Be nice, Quinn," Rachel chides, and the blonde rolls her eyes.
"Yeah yeah, I'm sure that the random delivery guy will just be so devastated."
"See?" Rachel bites her lip to stave off the smile threatening to appear. "Actions have consequences you know."
"Oh god you're so infuriating," Quinn chuckles, and when Rachel opens her mouth to relay how exactly that offended her, she's flung into the (albeit large and very comfy) couch, landing on her back with a pout.
"Quinn!" she whines, "Stop abusing me, or I won't mention you in my Tony acceptance speech when I enviably receive it!"
"I've seen your long and detailed binders full of them Rachel, and pretty much every single one has been amended to have me in it, Quinn smiles smugly, and Rachel feels the immense urge to kiss it off of those tempting lips and- wait, stop right there for a second. Or an eternity. "Don't lie Rae, or the FABRAY squad will happily come to detain you again."
"I hate you and your stupid FABRAY squad," Rachel hmpfs, and promptly turns away so she's facing the couch on her side instead.
"Fine by me," Quinn says with an undercurrent full of mirth that tells her that the blonde is trying not to laugh. "It's just such a shame that I'll have to eat this absolutely delicious lo mein all by myself."
Rachel counts to three.
Dammit the food smells good. And so does Quinn.
She slowly turns back around to face the kitchen bar-counter with jutted lips, and Quinn laughs. "Oh come here you big baby."
Rachel is happy to oblige.
Plopping herself into Quinn's lap, it happens so naturally that she doesn't even register her position until Quinn stares at her with an eyebrow quirked, and her eyes widen slightly.
Oh shit. How did that happen?
Why are you asking me, if it were up to me we'd already be fucking on the couch!
Ugh, stop insisting that I have a crush on her!
I didn't, you're the one who's bringing it up! I'm just the bisexual part of your brain that wants to bang Quinn Fabray, and plus, weren't you just saying that you were physically attracted to her? So no problem!
…You do have a point. I approve of this, continue on providing me with wonderful fantasies of her then.
Finally, you see the light! Now, I'm thinking pantsuits, leather – faux of course – and-
Wait!
Ugh, what now?
I'm still in her lap!
Oh yeah, I forgot about that. I'm so proud of you, you're finally taking initiative to speed things along!
What?
Honestly, you'd think that thousands of wet dreams about Quinn would catch you up to speed a bit, but nope, instead I have to listen to you blabber on in denial about your feelings, god!
I told you that I'm just physically attracted to her dammit!
Yeah yeah tell that to the part of your brain that handles your denial, I'm just here because of that physical attraction. Just follow my instructions and you'll be fine, got me?
Wha-
Great, now start subtly grinding into her, I'm sure our ballet lessons have to be good for something, and then turn around to straddle her, she's definitely going to like that, and when she starts to moan do that thing where-
Nonononononono! We are not having this conversation here!
So maybe when she's in the shower later then? It's been so long since we had a proper orgas-
I meant not now, and definitely not ever!
Stop being such a twatswatter, it's not like you're not going to cave one of these days and get out a dil-
"Rachel, you okay there?"
She spasms immediately. "Lap!"
"I'm pretty sure that's not how you do a lap dance Rae," Quinn chuckles, looking at her with an amused quirk of her lips that Rachel really really wants to- damn you, Bi-rry! "You might wanna try again."
"No I- I just- Oh god can I just crawl in a hole and die and never come back out again?" Rachel buries her head into Quinn's neck to hide her embarrassed blush.
Quinn laughs and runs her fingers through brown tresses. "But if you died, that would mean leaving me behind, and I'd miss you much!" Rachel blushes even harder, but then Quinn continues, "I mean, who would get me into all the cool Broadway parties then?"
Rachel groans and shakes her head. "Just eat your fucking lo mein, Fabray."
Quinn lets out a faux-shocked gasp. "Is it just me, or did forever-uptight Rachel Berry just say fuck?" she looks around as if scandalized and wanting to spill it all to the nearest journalist. "Folks, you heard this first right here, Rachel Barbra Berry just cursed, what an outrage!"
"Oh shut your mouth Quinn," Rachel rolls her eyes, though she can't hide her smile at the blonde's antics.
(And also maybe Quinn saying the word fuck in her perfect sexy voice is just really the fucking biggest turn-on ever, and she needs something to distract herself, but that's just a theory, really. Such pesky little things they are.)
Lunch is passed with banter and possibly a little bit of petulant food-throwing, with Quinn crackling the entire way through.
It's been weeks, but Rachel's still slightly surprised when she sees the blonde laugh so freely and just so playful compared to her HBIC persona, and not for the first time, she wonders how on Earth she had managed to gain access to this wonderful facet of Quinn Fabray, the Quinn that loves reading and makes silly jokes and randomly starts sprouting romantic poetry.
It simply confuddles her when she allows herself to think about it too much – which is pretty much every night – just like it confuddles her when she gets that same old flutter in her stomach at that same romantic poetry. But that's just thinking too much, so she shoves that to the back of her mind and munches down on the last of her food, unconsciously leaning back against Quinn with a contented sigh.
Fingers automatically start massaging her scalp, and as she lets loose a satisfied little grunt at the back of her throat, she wonders if this is going to be a thing now, Quinn playing with her hair. The utter thought is so domestic that Rachel's sure that she's going to have a heart attack when her brain fully catches up with it, but she can't really bring herself to care when Quinn's slender fingers are running her hair and feeling so good.
"Come on Rae, I gotta tutor you," the blonde's voice rings out as she tugs gently, an affectionate look adorned on her face. "I know for a fact that you haven't been paying attention in lit class, and you're going to give me an earful if you don't get an A on the next quiz."
Well it's not my fault that you look so cute when you're reading and you bite your lip trying to focus! Rachel's inner voice whines. Instead, Rachel's outer voice whines, "Yeah well, somebody has been distracting me during class!"
"I wonder who?" Quinn drawls dryly, and before Rachel can come up with a suitably-witty retort, she's promptly picked up once more. "Now onwards we go, I shall proudly escort the Queen herself to her study."
"Extort, more like," Rachel faux-grumbles, but yet still nuzzling herself as close as she can into the blonde's body, taking care not to nudge against her injured forearm.
Quinn hides a smirk. "You seem to be enjoying it very much though."
Yes, I want you to extort the shit out of me, is what Bi-rry directs her to growl, but she keeps up her façade of being mad instead, hoping that Quinn won't notice the wetness starting to leak through her skirt from her panties. "I have a feeling this is going to be a thing; might as well enjoy it."
"Do you want this to be a thing?" Quinn raises a (fuckin' sexy-ass) eyebrow at her, slowly walking towards the spiral staircases leading to the second floor.
Oh, I definitely want this to be a thing, just imagine, being able to cop a feel at any time under the pretense of accidentally brushing against her, oh my!
What-No! We've gone over this, we're not going to…molest Quinn Fabray, okay?
Then again, with how idiotic you act around her, you'd probably screw that up too while all we actually want is to screw her, and you'd say something like, 'Gosh, I'm so sorry, I have no idea how my tongue ended up on your boob!'
Waa-Boobs?
Yeah boobs, you ever heard of them? Because you sure as hell have never seen anybody else's, never listening to my ingenious schemes…
You mean- Quinn Fabray's boobs?
Ugh, yes Quinn Fabray's boobs you dingus. Remember, that day in the locker room? I'm pretty sure you do, we've had like twenty wet dreams about that since, and I think like four hundred and thirty-two fantasies? I've lost track.
Quinn. Boobs.
Yeah, Quinn's perky and creamy boobs. I was kinda more focused on her abs back there, I wanted to lick 'em so badly you have no idea – actually, you probably do, but I've unfortunately inherited your dramatic tendencies, so no interrupting me.
Quinn. Smooth. Hard. Abs.
I can for sure think of one thing that's hard right now…
…
Rachel?
…
Huh, you've finally gone into cardiac arrest.
…
Dude, you gotta wake up, we still haven't had sex with Quinn yet! Smooth and hard abs and boobs remember?
…I want it, I want it!
Oh god it's like dealing with a kid at a fucking candy store, at least wipe your chin, will ya?
Oh no!
What now?
Quinn's smirking at me! I'm being smirked at by Quinn's smirkity smirk smirk, help!
What, don't look at me, my usual solution to everything is sex!
…Sex?
Not this again…now see, when two people love each other very much, they-
I know what sex is dammit! I meant Quinn's eyes, they're literally looking at us like liquid sex!
How should I know, I haven't been paying attention because you kept on distracting me, and now- Oh holy mother of Jesus Quinn's sex eyes are distracting me so much!
I know, right? And look at her eyebrow, it's like the perfect arched degree of sexiness, how that even possible? Even the golden flecks in her eyes turn me on, what's happening to me?
Hell if I know – why is she caressing our thigh like that? It should be illegal, downright sinful!
Oh god what is she doing with her tongue, she's running it over her lip and it's moving so treacherously slow, I just kinda wanna suck on it a little bit!
Just a little bit? Stop lying to yourself, we both know that we want to kiss Quinn Fabray like there's no tomorrow and fuck till New Year's Eve, and then some!
I'm supposed to be still in denial, stop ruining my internal crisis, you're dampening the drama!
Seriously I don't get paid enough to do this shit.
Look, when this is over with, I'll get out the videos of Quinn doing sky splits.
Please, you already do that on a nightly basis – vetoed!
Fine! It's times like these when I hate how stubborn and clever we are…I know Jacob Ben Israel has a collection of her, we can steal it and burn everything else!
…We've allowed him to have such a collection of Quinn for so long? What have we been doing, woman?
Preferably Quinn.
…
YOU'VE INFECTED ME!
Eh, good enough, I'll play your little game for now. Now, ahem…Oh my god! There's no way we have a crush on Quinn Fabray, it's totally not like she has the best ass ever and her tits aren't the perfect size at all!
…You're mocking me.
And she definitely doesn't look cute as fuck when her tongue pokes out while she's concentrating, and there's no way that flutter in our stomach is- HOLY CRAP YOU'VE INFECTED ME TOO!
Ugh, your role in this is supposed to be the 'snarky and sex-obsessed personality' that embarrasses me but will provide my brain with imaginary laughter from my fake audience in the background, dammit!
But- But- Holy crap do we have a cru-
(Finally, we're on the right track here, great, now show time Rachel!) No, we don't! It's-
Yeah okay, I'm tired of playing this game now, go preach to the fake audience in your head instead.
Wait what?
Rachel, sweetie, I'm the part of your brain that's self-aware, something that you definitely aren't, and while I do like catering to your dramatic needs once in a while like also pretending there's a fake audience watching our every move, I simply like thinking about sex more and the dirty, dirty things we can do to Quinn, and judging by every movie ever, I'm supposedly going to help you on your path to enlightenment, so keep listening to me, yeah?
But-
Mmkay, it was totally nice listening to your oblivious thoughts, we should do this again, sometime after this century maybe? Now that that's over with, let's think about that growl that's coming out of Quinn's absolutely delectable mouth while we're purring at her strokes up our thighs, I wonder if we can get her hand to go just a bit further up, we're already so wet and achi-
When did we start purring, what the fuck?
Seriously, you've been refusing to masturbate because Quinn naked pops up in our brain every time and you're wondering why we're subtly thrusting our hips downwards into her abs like we're fucking repressed like no tomorrow?
Shit, we've been doing that? Mission abort I tell ya, mission abort!
Oh hell to the no, we're just a few more hip thrusts until we're perfectly aligned with Quinn's abs and we need an orgasm so badly, it's not like Quinn's not enjoying it, look at her smirk and blown pupils!
Stop making things up dammit!
What, like the fact that all you want to do is sit on Quinn's face?
Ohmygod can you stop making me think about sex for like one second?
Yeah well, ohmygod can you stop being such a fucking twatswat for like one second?
Ugh you're so infuriating!
I'm you honey, and at least when I do it it's for better sex!
Oh, fuck you, Bi-rry.
Honestly, have you been paying any attention at all? It's all I've been trying to get Quinn to do since she came back from Cheerio camp during seventh grade with boobs!
I can't believe you! I ought to- Oh fuck!
What crisis have you stumbled into this time?
Um, I believe that we're currently latched onto Quinn Fabray, and she's about to throw us onto her bed.
What? Woohoo! When did we manage to do that? You know what, I don't care- SEX, FINALLY!
Goddamit, how many times do I have to tell you, we're not having sex with- Holy shit, falling onto a bed has never felt so good!
Oh, we're going onto the circlejerking section of this long-ass conversation? Great, I've been wanting to scream about how Quinn looks so fucking sexy towering over us with her hooded eyes like that for fucking forever!
…
I heard your whimper all the way from here, what you thinking?
…
Oh. Oh! Oh shit, the mental image of Quinn Fabray wearing a strap-on is so fucking hot, I need it so bad!
I know right? Ugh, her domineering attitude is such a turn on, look at how she's licking her bottom lip like that!
Welp, at least you've admitted that you like her in a physical sense, the thought of her in navy blue lingerie is like, probably every person's wet dream ever.
What? I don't want anyone else having wet dreams about her!
Rachel Rachel Rachel…You're in denial, remember?
But…But-
Yeah yeah, I'm sure you'll get a clue-by-four soon enough and then we can fantasize over her with no limits – actually, we're already doing that, on a second thought I don't want your mushy crush getting in the way, continue on.
Um…Bi-rry? I think we have a problem.
Bitch please, we have so many problems we could probably go on for a billion lifetimes!
Well- I fully concur, but Quinn's like talking to us right now, and all I can focus on is her sexy voice husking at us!
And you think how exactly, can I help you?
How am I supposed to know, just help me, dammit!
Ugh, fine. Say that you love her.
Good plan. "I love-" Wait, I'm not supposed to think that, let alone say it!
Really, you choose now to start thinking rationally? You know what, I'm tired of this, I'm going to take a well-deserved nap. You're on your own, buddy.
What? No, don't leave me!
…
Bi-rry?
…
God, what happened to your work ethic, you're so useless!
"Rae, I think you should probably close your mouth before a fly goes in."
"Gaah?"
"Your mouth, sweetie," Quinn drawls, her lips quirked upwards in a wry smirk. "You might wanna consider picking it up off the ground sometime soon."
It takes Quinn crawling up the bed to lay next to her and being shook in a bear-hug for Rachel to regain her bodily functions, and she burrows her head into the blonde's chest in embarrassment. "Kill me now please."
"Mm, but then I wouldn't be able to hear the end of your sentence before," Quinn laughs lightly, stoking through the brunette's hair in calming touches.
Rachel's eyes widen in alarm, and she lets out a little squeak. "It's nothing!"
"You're a really shitty liar Rae."
"It's not my fault I'm so genuine, and how dare you call my acting skills into question Quinn Fabray, I really ought to-"
"Misdirection, the oldest technique in the book," Quinn catches what she's trying to do, and when Rachel tries to move away from the blonde with a pout, holds her tightly against her chest and traps her. (Not that Rachel minds. Not in the slightest.) "You are aware that you're talking to the queen of manipulation here, right?"
"Queen of being a bitch, maybe…" Rachel huffs.
At this, Quinn bursts out laughing, drawing back a bit to tuck away Rachel's bangs. "Dropping the F-bomb and calling someone a bitch twice, all in one day?" She grins cheekily, clearly getting a kick out of Rachel's misery. "We're just crossing all sorts of lines today, aren't we Miss Berry?"
Ignoring her slight lack of breath at the hand still lingering at her face and now lightly stroking her cheek, Rachel closes her eyes and settles her head back on Quinn's chest. She nuzzles into the nook of a pale neck with a soft and content smile marring her face, the fuzzy warmth in the air bringing her at absolute ease. "Maybe you don't know me very well then."
"Well, I'm resolved to try, at the very least," Quinn replies, sounding every bit as pleased as Rachel, beaming against the diva's head. "Now, spill what you were gonna say back there."
Rachel sighs for show as she suppresses her smitten smile. "You never let things go, do you Miss Fabray?"
"Why, Miss Berry, I'm appalled that you would ever think otherwise!"
Quinn's voice is soft and breathy, luring Rachel to sleep, and she almost does just that, surrounded by the warmth that is Quinn Fabray.
"Rae, your literature grades," the cheerleader gently reminds.
"I don't care."
Delightful laughter fills her ears. "Who are you, and what happened to Rachel Berry?"
"You did."
A pause, meaningful in a way that Rachel definitely doesn't understand fully. "You make it sound as if that's a bad thing."
"…It's a good thing. Definitely a good thing."
"You still have to hear my lectures on literature though," Quinn says lightly, after a moment.
Rachel laughs, shaking her head. "You're a slave driver, Quinn Fabray."
"And yet you love me."
She does. Even if it's in a way that she's not quite ready to come to terms with, she really does.
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Um I'm pretty sure it shouldn't be physically possible for Quinn to carry Rachel around so much, but plot armor so hush. Fun fact: The piano scene was where I accidentally wrote dork!Quinn in, she somehow knew the entire Zelda ost by heart lol. Of course, that didn't work out, so Of Video Games and Dorkiness was the result. I'm 90 percent sure that I'm going to write a standalone sequel to it, so look out for that. Spy, if you're reading this, this is all your fault. (And I love you and Uly for it.)
