When Quinn saw Santana and Brittany make their way under the bleachers, she knew her plan hadn't worked. She turned from them and swiftly bent down to collect her blanket and her bag. She bit down hard on her tongue and shut her eyes tightly. She was determined that they not see her break down. That could wait until she got home…and that would have to wait until after school. Quinn couldn't afford to keep skipping her classes. She might be a Lima Loser, but she still needed at least a high school degree.
She focused on the sound of Brittany and Santana's voices. They'd tried so hard to help her. She heard Brittany gasp and Quinn cringed. She wasn't at all prepared to handle another one of Brittany's crying attacks. The idea of spending eight hours trapped inside the same building as Rachel and Finn was already causing bile to rise up in the back of her throat. Brittany's tears would push her dangerously close to a breakdown.
She'd hold it together. Quinn had been hiding, or faking, her emotions for years. She could certainly do it for one more day. She owed it to Santana and Brittany. And maybe even to Rachel. No sense in upsetting Rachel even more by walking around McKinley wailing and bemoaning her loss. Or watching Brittany do it for her.
Quinn turned to greet Santana and Brittany, forcing herself to smile, when she almost collided with Rachel Berry.
"Rachel, what are you doing here?"
"You asked me to meet you." Rachel quirked her lips up in what could either pass for a smile or a smirk.
"But…Santana and Brittany…?" Quinn glanced past Rachel and could just make out the two girls in question hastily retreating back to McKinley.
"Do you need witnesses?" There was that smirking smile again.
Quinn wasn't sure what to make of Rachel. She'd gone from refusing to talk to Quinn to flirting – was she flirting? – with her. Had she missed a step? Quinn was too puzzled to speak. She'd anticipated any number of possible reactions from Rachel: Anger, trepidation, exasperation…but flirting? Could it be this easy?
That smirk of a smile still gracing her face, Rachel spoke, "You asked me to meet you. I'm meeting you. I expected more from you than just a slack jaw and wide eyes." Rachel gazed wickedly up at Quinn. "Why so quiet, Quinn? You brought me here. Do something about it."
Challenge accepted. Quinn reached forward and pulled Rachel into a kiss that felt like something between a punishment and redemption. Rachel initially leaned into Quinn, but pushed her away right when Quinn was about to slip her tongue inside Rachel's mouth.
"Talk, Quinn. I came here to talk," Rachel breathed out. "And, anyway, I'm technically with Finn now."
Quinn flinched at the sound of his name. "He's your problem, not mine." She was already getting defensive. But why must Rachel be so quick to mention him? If Rachel wanted Finn, why was she kissing Quinn?
"No, the way I see it, he's our problem." Rachel scolded.
Quinn frowned and met Rachel's eyes with her own. She locked her gaze with Rachel's and held on tight. It was always, always Finn. And it was always, always Rachel. Quinn cocked her head to the side and let her eyes travel the length of Rachel's body. Once. Twice. Three times for luck.
She wasn't interested in sharing Rachel with Finn. Or talking to her about Finn. She was going to take back what was hers. And she wasn't going to do it with words. Not right now, anyway. It looked as if Quinn Fabray was going to miss at least some of her classes after all.
She smiled serenely at Rachel and motioned for the girl to join her further back under the bleachers. Once there Quinn grabbed the blanket and smoothed it out over the ground. Rachel sat down. Quinn took off her pants. Rachel stood up.
"Quinn! What on earth are you doing?"
Quinn bent lower and angled her arms around Rachel's knees. She scooted Rachel down until the brunette was sitting in her lap. Quinn had inadvertently caused Rachel's breath to hitch and catch in the back of her throat. She took advantage of Rachel's inability to speak by swiping her tongue against Rachel's neck. Rachel moaned and wrapped her legs tighter around Quinn's waist. Could it be this easy?
Quinn would stop if Rachel asked. Until then, she was going for broke. She wrapped one arm around Rachel's back and used her other hand to gently pull at Rachel's hair.
"Harder." Rachel hissed.
Quinn fisted Rachel's hair and yanked. The motion caused Rachel's skirt to ride up her legs and Quinn sighed as their centers brushed together. Pulling Rachel down by her hair, Quinn straddled the brunette and ground her hips into the girl. Rachel mirrored her motions.
Quinn felt the familiar burn in her stomach make its way to her core. It had only been a few days since they'd last done this, but it was a few days too many. She was close. She looked down at Rachel. The girl's eyes were nearly black. And it was she who was now the slack jawed one of the pair.
"More." Rachel begged.
Quinn lifted her hips long enough to remove her underwear. She roughly jerked Rachel upwards and pulled off Rachel's panties. For a moment they were suspended in the air. Rachel's pussy struck hard against her own and they slid back to the ground together. They had no trouble finding their rhythm. Rachel groaned and shook her head back and forth, causing her hair to fly out in waves. Quinn watched as Rachel fisted the blanket and jerked against the blonde. Each time their clits rubbed together, Rachel would groan. Quinn was close.
"Your mouth." Rachel whispered.
Quinn bent lower and forcefully plunged her tongue into Rachel's mouth. She licked the inside of Rachel's lower lip. She grazed her tongue lightly, playfully against Rachel's own. She tasted the coconut of Rachel's lip gloss.
"Now." Rachel commanded.
Quinn lifted her hips again and guided one finger inside Rachel. She shifted her weight onto Rachel's thigh and quickly picked up her pace.
"Two." Rachel demanded.
Quinn moaned at the request. She scissored her fingers inside Rachel and was met with the loveliest sound as Rachel whimpered at the contact. Quinn was close.
She rode Rachel's thigh as her fingers pushed heavily against Rachel's walls.
"Fuck! Fuck! Harder!" Rachel screamed.
Quinn shoved her fingers deeper into Rachel. She wasn't sure which of them came first, but their moans and shrieks filled the air at nearly the exact same moment. Quinn slowed her movement. Carefully, she slide her fingers from Rachel. She hesitated.
On a whim, she quickly thrust both fingers back inside the girl.
"Ahhhh!" Rachel breathed out.
Quinn angled her fingers upward; ever struggling to delve deeper and deeper inside the girl she loved.
Rachel clinched her eyes shut as her orgasm flooded through her. She shuddered beneath Quinn and the blonde could only gape in wonder at the beauty of the moment.
Once Rachel's breathing slowed, Quinn moved down the length of the girl's body and rested her head on Rachel's thigh. She closed her eyes as Rachel slowly ran her fingers through Quinn's hair.
"We should talk." Rachel's voice was low and even.
"Can it wait?" Quinn wanted to enjoy this time with Rachel. In silence. She relaxed back into Rachel's touch as Rachel continued her leisurely strokes through Quinn's hair.
"For now. After school."
Quinn understood that Rachel wasn't asking her permission. "After school, then."
The bell sounded; signaling the end of first period. Quinn sighed. This was the moment when Rachel was going to leave. There'd be just enough time for Rachel to make herself presentable before the start of second period. But Rachel surprised her. The brunette scooted down and leaned her forehead against Quinn's. She kissed Quinn tenderly on the lips.
They stayed that way for a while. Quinn would occasionally reach over and brush a lock of hair away from Rachel's face. Or Rachel would pull Quinn closer to her. Quinn would dance her fingertips across Rachel's back. Or Rachel would hum softly into Quinn's ear. They pulled away from each other when the bell rang out again.
"Let me go first." Rachel said. Quinn nodded.
"Meet me here after school? Three-thirty?" Rachel suddenly sounded hesitant. Quinn nodded again and smiled.
Rachel smiled back, gave an embarrassed little wave, and left. Quinn watched as Rachel walked toward the school. Honestly, she shouldn't find herself already missing Rachel. But she did.
Rachel turned abruptly and half-skipped and half-ran back to Quinn. She flung her arms over Quinn's shoulders and kissed her. The force behind Rachel's kiss caused Quinn to stumble backwards.
Rachel laughed and linked her hands behind Quinn's neck. "Steady now, Quinn." There was that smiling smirk again.
Quinn just smiled goofily back at Rachel. She wanted to twirl Rachel around and take her back under the bleachers. But, in the end, she let Rachel leave.
(Break)
Santana hated second period. Trigonometry bored her. Numbers bored her. Pretty much anything other than Brittany bored her. Well, this whole thing with Rachel and Quinn had been exciting in a weird sort of way. But she hoped that was over now. She hadn't seen either girl since Rachel had breezed past them that morning. Brittany had inhaled loudly when she saw Rachel. Santana had simply gripped her girlfriend's hand and swiftly led her away from the bleachers. Their work was done.
She took it as a good sign that she'd been unable to spot either girl in the hallway between periods. She refused to take it as anything else. Even if they were arguing, at least they were probably somewhere together.
Kurt nudged her. She scowled at him.
"Have you seen Rachel?" He mouthed.
Santana shook her head: No.
And here was another reason why Santana hated second period. Kurt Hummel sat right beside her in class.
Kurt scooted closer to Santana. She glowered at him.
"She should've met up with Finn after first period. He was looking for her."
"So?"
"So…you're sure you haven't seen her?"
"No, Kurt, I'm lying to you. I actually have her tucked away inside my purse." She turned from Kurt and gave the teacher her most winning smile when he glared in her direction.
"Have you seen Quinn?" Kurt whispered.
Santana was suddenly wary. She slowly turned to Kurt and tried to burrow a hole through him with her eyes. Kurt stared impassively back at her.
"Have you?"
"Listen, Hummel, I'm tired of playing where's Waldo with you. I haven't seen Rachel. And I haven't seen Quinn!"
She focused on the whiteboard at the front of the room. She heard Kurt grumble under his breath. She'd have to keep her eye on that boy. Maybe she wasn't out of this whole Rachel and Quinn mess just yet. She sighed and tried to concentrate on her work. She needed to catch up on her notes. She bent her head lower and scribbled furiously as the teacher droned on and on at the front of the room.
(Break)
Rachel tried a second time to get Brittany's attention. She'd just sat down in fourth period art class when Brittany took one look at her, let out a "humph" sound, and turned away. This was a reaction peculiar even for Brittany. The cheerleader was always friendly with her. Rachel rather enjoyed talking to Brittany during class.
She tapped Brittany on the shoulder. Brittany shrugged her off. She flipped her art pad over to a blank page and bent forward, using her arm to hide her face from Rachel's view.
Ten minutes into class and two crumpled attempts at a drawing later, Rachel threw down her charcoal pencil and looked over at Brittany. The blonde was making it a point to ignore her very existence. She'd gone so far as to move all of her supplies to the far end of the table, well out of Rachel's reach. They usually swapped with each other.
Rachel pushed her chair closer to Brittany's. "Tell me why you're mad at me and I'll try to fix it."
"You threw Quinn's note away." Brittany sounded like a child who'd just dropped her ice cream cone on the street.
"Yes. I felt it was necessary. I was symbolically throwing away our past mistakes. Metaphors are very important…" Rachel hesitated. Was she getting through to Brittany?
Brittany was still drawing large, swirling circles – bubbles, maybe? – as she listened to Rachel.
"Are you paying attention to me?"
"Metaphors are important. Got it. But what does a metaphor have to do with Quinn's note?"
"Nevermind. Why are you mad at me for that? I talked to her. You saw me."
"I keep everything Santana gives me," Brittany said, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You should always keep everything Quinn gives you. When we weren't together, I'd always look at the stuff from San and it made me feel better." Brittany nodded, serenely, and asked to borrow Rachel's paintbrush.
Rachel handed her the brush and watched as Brittany happily colored in her circles with red paint. The words "when we weren't together" echoed in Rachel's head. Were she and Quinn back together? Had they ever really been together? She didn't feel like they were a couple in the sense that she and Finn had been a couple. Rachel jerked in her seat. Finn! She'd forgotten about Finn!
What a horrible mess she'd made! She couldn't bear to think of hurting Finn. He only wanted to love her! Rachel blinked, hard. She couldn't hurt him. She'd been rash and unfair to him. But she didn't intend on being cruel.
She reached in her bag for her phone and hastily began to type.
(Break)
Quinn made her way under the bleachers a little after three. She was glad for the time alone. She kind of liked missing Rachel now that she knew the brunette would be coming back. She dropped down onto her blanket and smiled up into the sun. Her fingers traced lazy circles – bubbles, maybe – in the air. She was lost in thoughts of Rachel.
She wasn't aware when three-thirty came and went. She was too busy daydreaming. She glanced at her watch and jumped up in surprise. It was nearly four! Where was Rachel? She looked about wildly but could see no sign of the brunette. She heard the random shouts of students. But Rachel's voice was not among them. She took out her phone. What if Rachel got held up? But surely she would've texted?
Quinn decided to wait. Rachel would show up. They'd agreed to meet.
(Break)
Santana bopped her head from side to side and snapped her chewing gum. She was really chugging away at this trig homework. She looked over at her clock. It was almost six. Hells yeah! At this rate she'd be at Brittany's by seven, at the latest. She snapped her gum again.
The doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" Her little brother went tearing down the hallway. She could hear him over the music blasting through her headphones. Santana rolled her eyes and reached for her calculator. She wasn't expecting any visitors.
She was concentrating so hard on her homework – plus, she really fucking loved this song! - that she failed to notice Quinn's arrival.
Startled by the thud of Quinn's body landing heavily on her bed, Santana whipped her head up and looked at Quinn. And she didn't like what she saw.
"Shit" was the only word that Santana could manage. She probably wasn't going to make it to Brittany's by seven.
