Ahh, it's been three months since last update? Okay, I suck, I know! I had exams and...and...and... But the main problem was total loss of my writing mood. I knew what I wanted to write but didn't know how. I really couldn't write one sentence or keep the story "light" as I wanted to. I have no idea why. This chapter isn't much better but I don't want to keep you waiting any longer so let's consider this as new start and hopefully, the story can get to its normal self soon :)
Oh and can anyone explain me what are the new rules of this website? What kind of explicit stuff can I write? When I read about it I was a little worried about my stories but they are still up so I really don't know. I'd be happy and grateful if someone can help me with this one!
"San?" Quinn asks unsurely.
"Yeah?"
"Can you keep a secret?"
"No," the girl with raven hair answers and puts her legs on the next chair.
"San!"
But Santana only shrugs.
"C'mon, you know that I don't keep anything from my Britt. Now spill."
Quinn frowns but then she leans closer to her friend so no one can hear them.
"Have you...ehm, have you ever comnjdnhsfojueh?" she mumbles quickly.
"What? I didn't get single word. Q, if you want to have actual conversation then stop doing this shit and speak as normal human beings do."
Quinn takes a deep breath because she can't believe that she has to repeat it again.
"Have you ever...come too quickly?"
"Holy shit!" Santana gasps and her legs fall back on the floor. "Fabray, you know how to get the reaction from me. Why are you asking?"
"Eh, it's nothing, forget it."
Is it really so bad?
Quinn is looking for some reassurance after what happened between her and Rachel but this doesn't make her feel better.
"God, just tell me," Santana insists giving her friend all her attention now.
Yeah, now she cares when it's about Quinn being a freak, the blonde thinks to herself.
"It's nothing, just something my friend mentioned," Quinn says while she's playing nervously with her fingers because she knows how transparent the lie is.
"Yeah, friend," Santana scoffs. "Okay, so tell me. What did happen to your friend?"
At least the girl plays Quinn's game.
"Well, what would you say to someone if the person was done only after short f-foreplay?"
"Foreplay? What do you mean? Specifics, Q, specifics."
"Ehm, you know when you pay attention to...," she points at her chest.
"Bloody hell, Quinn, you came when Berry only played with your tits?" Santana shrieks.
"San!" Quinn shushes her friend. "Not really. Well, it was mainly this and then only like three touches d-down there and that was it."
"Q!"
"God, San, don't make me feel worse. I still can't believe it happened to me."
"And I thought, we were talking about your friend," Santana smiles.
Quinn pokes the girl in the ribs with her elbow.
"Yeah, you're enjoying it the whole time."
"You can bet your pants that I do, Q. So what? You are like Hudson. You can start a new club together. I can see your motto. 'The life's too hectic to spend it having actual sex, welcome to Quick Arrivals'!"
"You did not just compare me to Finn!" Quinn grunts.
She can definitely tolerate her best friend's teasing but everything has its limits.
And comparing her to the boy is over limits.
"I so did," Santana laughs, "And I will do it until you prove me that you can hold it for few minutes."
"Well, that's probably not happening anytime soon because we probably won't be doing anything now," Quinn looks sadly at the floor.
"I can't say that I'm surprised," Santana says seriously, "I understand that Berry is bored with you coming too quickly and then you coming are surely terrible experience."
"Hey!" Quinn pokes Santana in her ribs again. "It's not because of that. I hope it's not," she says more to herself than to her friend.
"So what did happen? The hobbit closed the gate to her cherry after this or what?"
"No and stop calling her that. When it happened to me again this morning-"
"Q!" Santana cries out. "It happened more than once?"
Quinn is sure that everyone around them already knows about her problem because of Santana's discreetness.
"Ehm...yes."
"Okay, I have to be honest with you on this one because that's ultra fucking lame, Q. Phew, you almost gave me heart attack. But we have to calm down and focus on the positives and we can't linger in the shit. At least you got Berry to have sex with you. Although it only took like...how long? Five seconds?"
Quinn scrunches her face in grimace.
"What? Less than five seconds?" Santana whines frustrated.
"S, I'm not really sure if I can call it sex. I told you, it was more like only few touches there and-"
"Touches, touches...if she pushed her fingers against your clit then-"
"Well, that's the problem. Yesterday she actually did but only over my underwear and today...oh god, San, that's so embarrassing," Quinn hides her face in her hands. "She only pushed her t-thigh against me and that was it."
Flashback from this morning
"Quinn, open the doors!"
"No."
"Quinn!"
"I can't, Rachel. Please, leave me alone."
"Why? I don't understand, Quinn. Just open the doors and let me in."
Silence.
"Quinn, open the doors, please. There's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Yes, there is," Quinn whines from the bathroom. "There's something wrong with me."
Yep, that's what she's thinking right now because it happened again.
Quinn came before she and the hot brunette even got to some action.
"Quinn, please. I'm sorry if I reacted somehow inappropriate. I was only surprised. I didn't know that it's possible. I mean, I only pressed my thigh against...against you and that was it."
"God, Rachel, don't say it!" Quinn punches her fists against the doors.
She can't stand the thought of what just happened.
Because yes, it took only few kisses and three or four pushes of Rachel's thigh against her core and she was done.
"Quinn," the blonde hears Rachel's low voice from behind the doors.
And it breaks her heart because she's keeping the brunette away from her and this is actually the last thing she wants.
"Okay," she sighs. "Can you just..."
"I'll do anything!"
"Can you just put on something?" Quinn asks.
When she doesn't get a response she quickly explains.
"I mean...I can't obviously control myself around you."
Then she finally hears the movement behind the doors and the voice.
"I'm dressed, Quinn. Open the doors now, please."
And Quinn does.
Rachel slips in the bathroom when there's enough gap between the doors and Quinn walks back to the sink crossing her arms on her still naked chest.
"Here," Rachel hands her the T-shirt.
"Thank you," Quinn replies and rolls the clothing over her head.
She's trying to avoid the diva's eyes because of how embarrassed she feels but it's impossible.
The bathroom suddenly seems too small and she can't look anywhere where the brunette isn't.
"Quinn," Rachel says and Quinn can feel soft palm on her cheek. "Are you mad?"
"I screwed up."
"No, you didn't."
"Yes, I did," Quinn complains, "I want you so badly that I'm going out of my mind and then when I have you I can't hold it for more than five minutes. There must be something wrong with me."
Then she feels both Rachel's hands on her cheeks and the brunette is forcing her to look at her.
"Hey," Rachel says when Quinn finally looks her in the eyes, "there's nothing wrong with you."
"But-"
"No 'buts', Quinn! I told you yesterday that I felt so happy and flattered when you came. And to be completely honest there's nothing sexier than your face when you're coming."
"Really?"
"Yeah," Rachel smiles at her. "You make this really weird face and-"
"Rachel!" Quinn slaps the brunette but smiles despite the teasing.
"Ow!" the brunette fakes the pain in her arm and then smiles, too. "But I was serious, there's nothing sexier. And when I know that I can cause such reaction in someone as pretty as you, Quinn, god, I can't believe it."
"You are the pretty one," Quinn opposes.
Rachel rolls her eyes.
"It's true," Quinn continues, "it's just...I only saw you there half naked and I got so aroused, Rach. And then you pinched my n-nipples and I was almost there again."
"Yeah," Rachel chuckles and pecks the blonde's lips satisfied when she notices that the girl's nervousness is slowly going away. "I guess, I should be more careful with those buds. They react really wildly."
"Rachel!"
"What? They do!" Rachel laughs.
And Quinn finally starts fully laughing, too.
End of flashback
After several seconds of silence without any response Quinn looks from between her fingers at her friend if she's still there.
And Santana is definitely there but it looks like she is about to burst in tears or the biggest laughter of her life...or maybe in both.
"It's not funny, S!"
"Well, it's not funny, you're right," Santana says and finally breaks in proper laugh, "you are one horny bitch, Q! I've been telling you the whole time to loosen up and get laid but you've never listened to me. Now you can see the consequences because you're one repressed and horny bitch."
"You're not helping me right now."
"I can't do much," Santana shrugs. "So this happened and? Did you pay back to Berry?"
"No. Before I had a chance she stopped me and told me that she wanted to talk and that she liked being carried away with me but she had to follow her morals from now on so yeah."
"I hope, you didn't listen to her and pushed her on the bed and made her scream your name."
"Was I supposed to do that?" Quinn asks.
"Duh! Or you could push her against the wall, the sink. God, only floor is enough, bed is not that important."
"But...but..."
"Q, if a girl says 'no' then she means it until you make her come."
"But...I didn't want to force myself on her. I know about Rachel's morals and everything and...I just..."
"Okay, you can do it your way," Santana throws her arms in the air. "Talk to her firstly, discuss your never ending future, run away on the pony to your fairytale castle but then do what I told you. And put some iron panties on or something between your legs so you're sure to make her come before you will be there only after some brushing again."
"Thanks, San. You gave me great advice as always," Quinn snorts.
"You can't get better one from anyone."
"Yeah, not everyone tells me to buy iron panties. And does Brittany really want a pony you mentioned?"
"Unfortunately, yes," Santana sighs, "I'm still working on it how to get the pony into Britt's house for her birthday. And what can I say? It's not easy, Q, not easy."
Quinn laughs. "That's what you get if you're so whipped and with Brittany."
Santana rolls her eyes. "Yeah, just wait when you will have to bring the whole orchestra for Berry to her house."
Both girls look at each other and they don't have to say it out loud but they know that they have it really bad for their girls and there's nothing they can do about it. It's not that they would.
"So...where are they?" Quinn asks and looks around.
Despite her long conversation with Santana all four girls actually have a breakfast together but Rachel and Brittany are nowhere to be seen now.
"Is Brittany still trying to get Rachel having threesome with you?"
"Oh, someone feels threatened?" Santana laughs because she can see right through Quinn's poor effort not to sound jealous. "And everything with me and Britt doesn't have to be about sex."
Quinn gives her friend a look.
"Okay, the most of it is. Okay, okay, everything is about sex. And now stop staring at me like this. But for your information Brittany knows that you're trying to get in relationship with Berry's pants so she wouldn't do that. Instead..."
"Instead what?"
"She has different plans including all four of us, bleh," Santana fakes throwing up.
"Oh," Quinn nods, "oh!"
She finally realizes what Santana is telling her.
It's not that she's never thought about them as the hottest girls in the school or on the whole planet actually.
But it has never crossed her mind that they could do something together.
Okay, maybe it did cross her mind but she would never ever admit it to anyone, especially not to Santana.
"Yeah, bleh," she nods again and sticks her tongue out to show her disgust although somewhere deep inside her head there's this voice telling her how hot it would be.
And if Quinn was able to read people's minds she would know that the same voice is in Santana's head.
"Oh and by the way, S, the magazines weren't Rachel's," she adds after few moments of awkward silence.
"What?" Santana shakes her head. "Sorry, I replayed yesterday's night in my head when my Britt was knuckles deep and started-"
"San!"
"Alright, I'm quiet! You don't want to learn some really good tricks, it's your loss. What were you saying before?"
"Oh, yeah...the magazines, someone else had to leave them in the bathroom before us."
Santana raises her eyebrows at her blonde friend.
"I know, Q. I wouldn't seriously think that they were Berry's."
"Why didn't you tell me then?"
"Because when I saw your shit face freaking out then I thought this would be much more fun."
"Santana," Quinn fumes. "Do you know what nerve suffering you caused me?"
"Chill out, dragon, at least you got some inspiration for tonight. Or wait, not for tonight but for the time when you won't be spontaneously coming just when Berry kisses you. Ow!" Santana rubs her arm when Quinn pinches her to shut her up.
"That's for being a bitch," Quinn snarls.
Before she has a time to react Santana pinches her arm, too.
"And that's for not being able to punch me properly."
The girl is obviously pushing her to all limits.
"You see?" Santana laughs. "No response to this? No? Nothing at all, Q?"
Quinn's blood is boiling in her veins and she doesn't know how to take her revenge on Santana so she does the first thing that crosses her mind.
She takes the last roll with baked cheese and bacon from Santana's plate and stuffs the whole thing in her mouth.
Santana's jaw falls down.
"You. Did. Not!" she roars. "You did not just eat the last roll which was like the best thing I've ever had!"
If Quinn could talk she would tell the girl how amazing the roll is just to tease her more.
But she is only able to smile with full mouth at her friend.
"I'll remember this, Q," Santana says.
They share long stares sending daggers at each other.
But then their features light up when their friends get back to the table just on time.
"Hello, beautiful," Santana says and all the anger vanishes from her face in instant, "where have you been the whole time?"
"We were in the bathroom, San," Brittany answers as she pecks her girlfriend's lips. "We were showing each other our boobs."
"Fhat?" Quinn chokes trying to speak with her full mouth.
Santana rolls her eyes.
"The caveman here wanted to ask you what? I mean, showing boobs..."
Quinn can hear in Santana's voice that even she is nervous and it makes her nervous twice that much.
She's looking with her deer like eyes from Brittany to Rachel.
The small brunette has to sense it and smiles.
"Don't worry, Santana," Rachel says and puts her hand on Quinn's under the table. "I only had a situation when my bra got unclasped without any cause so I asked Brittany to fix it for me without getting naked in the restroom while fixing it myself."
How Santana reacts to this explanation or how Brittany says that she's a hero for saving Rachel's breasts, that's all lost for Quinn.
That's because first of all Rachel's hand is covering hers.
It's under the table, yes, that's true but it still feels amazing.
Quinn turns her wrist and Rachel's fingers smoothly fall between hers and now they are holding hands like...like real girlfriends.
And when her hand gets on fire from skin on skin contact she hears about Rachel's bra.
And that's where her eyes land right now – on Rachel's chest.
She remembers the perfect breasts she saw this morning.
If she only had more time to memorize every single curve of them better.
And if she didn't come so quickly she would taste them.
Damn it!
Quinn's still angry with herself remembering how she missed the opportunity.
Maybe if she focuses it can happen again, the bra can unclasp again.
"Quinn?"
"Huh?"
"I'm pretty sure, it won't happen just like that again."
"What won't happen?" Quinn asks while her eyes never leave hypnotizing Rachel's breasts.
"My bra," Rachel chuckles and squeezes Quinn's hand. "I don't think, it opens again even if your stare seems really focused."
Quinn's eyes finally move from Rachel's chest and meet the girl's brown orbs.
"Uh, sorry," the blonde says feeling embarrassed that she is caught staring.
"Don't be," Rachel smiles at her and Quinn can't do anything but smile back.
But their moment doesn't last because of Quinn's two best friends.
"Hey, stop shagging with your eyes. Instead tell me what are you suckers doing today?" Santana asks.
"I'm giving you lots and lots of orgasms, Sanny," Brittany smiles as if it's the most innocent thing she can say.
Santana's facial features soften to the level that Quinn could almost compare the girl to little lamb.
"I know, Britt, but I was talking to these two," Santana turns her head back to Rachel and Quinn and her features definitely don't compare to mentioned lamb anymore. "That's why I said 'suckers', baby. You don't suck, you know that."
"But you called me your slut yesterday, San."
"That was for totally different reason, Britt," Santana whines.
"I don't understand it then."
"Britt, I didn't really mean it. You're not slut. I said it because it was hot, wasn't it?"
"But you don't think that Rachel and Quinn really suck either so I don't get it."
"Brittany!" Santana shrieks and both Quinn and Rachel giggle when Santana's dark secrets are revealed. "We'll talk about it later, okay?"
"Okay," Brittany says and seems to be still sulking.
But then she leans closer to her girlfriend and whispers.
"Can I get some sweet kisses while doing the talk?"
"As if you have to ask, Britt," Santana smirks, "you know that you can get kisses whenever and wherever you want."
"Good," Brittany gives her fiancée extra seducing look and Quinn is pretty sure that the hands under the table of these two girls are doing something she doesn't want to know about.
"We'll be right back," Santana shouts suddenly, grabs the tall girl and runs with her to the bathroom.
"That was ehm...interesting," Rachel says when she and Quinn are left alone at the table.
"That was nothing, Rach. Trust me. We can be happy that they actually have the manners to go to the bathroom today."
"They didn't do it while sitting with you at the table," Rachel gasps.
"They so did. They did it even during the brunch with our mums."
"Oh...that's...not surprising at all," Rachel grins.
"Yeah," Quinn grins back at the brunette. "So...what are we going to do today then?"
She feels little tickling in her stomach when she says wemeaning her and Rachel together.
Rachel starts her ramble about their glee practice and her practice for solo and her practice for the duet.
And although Quinn understands how important this is for the brunette and she really loves listening to her singing she still feels a little disappointed because she would like to spend more time with Rachel alone.
"I'm sure you will be great even without all this practice, Rach," she says honestly.
"Thank you, Quinn, but the real performer should never underestimate his opponents so I really have to prepare and-"
"Rachel."
"Yes?"
"It was a compliment that you are amazing singer and in my opinion you don't need any more practice because you're perfect. Sometimes it's okay to say just 'thank you'," Quinn smiles.
"Uh," Rachel blushes and Quinn lives for the cute blush. "Then thank you, Quinn. That's very nice to hear it, especially from you."
Quinn's smile grows wider but Rachel continues.
"I only wanted to explain the point of my determination and-"
"Oh god, Rachel," the blonde laughs and rolls her eyes. "You are really unstoppable."
Rachel frowns a little.
"Which I totally adore," Quinn quickly adds spotting small frown, "I know how important this is for you and I admire your determination to get to your goals. I was only wondering if you can find some time for having ehm, lunch? I mean having lunch together...with me."
And although it's not really such big question as, let's say, proposition to move in (god, no, this has time...or...would Rachel agree though? Because it's not that soon after all, at least not for Quinn) Quinn realizes that her hands are actually sweating how nervous she is.
Then she feels a little squeeze of her hand.
She forgot that they are still holding hands.
"Lunch sounds lovely," Rachel answers and all Quinn's worries suddenly disappear.
But the mentioned worries are back when she has to prepare the lunch.
She wants to take Rachel to that promised picnic in the park they missed due to sudden attack of shopping fever few days ago.
So now Quinn is walking between the shelves in the shop but she feels lost.
What can be in the sandwich for vegetarians?
C'mon, there's no bacon or meat at all.
What's the point of sandwich then?
Without meat there's not this great thing inside that you're looking for.
As Quinn is thinking this she stops walking and puts her hand on her forehead.
Is her life really so dependent on meat?
It seems so considering her last thoughts.
Maybe she should prepare sandwich without meat for herself, too?
Just so she opens new horizons for her life.
And as she passes the shelf with bacon her mind goes crazy about the taste so she decides to start this experiment without meat probably another day.
Back in her room she prepares everything and manages to keep it a secret from the brunette.
It isn't that difficult because Rachel's too busy practicing with others in the other room all the time.
Quinn got excused from the practice easily with one mean stare towards Mr. Schuester that even he doesn't dare to question.
When she goes to pick up Rachel it doesn't really go as she imagined, Rachel jumping into her embrace and then them running on the rainbow to the park to eat and kiss endlessly.
Because when she enters the room where kids are practicing it's only Rachel and Finn doing something for the Nationals.
They are obviously practicing for the duet and the boy is kneeling in front of the brunette and singing a song about his undying love.
The blood in Quinn's veins gets hotter as she feels the anger building up in her.
But her eyes immediately meet with the brown ones and without saying anything Rachel leaves the boy there on the floor and approaches Quinn.
Yeah, that's more how Quinn likes it.
"Hello, Quinn. Where have you been? You know that we were missing you during the practice. Your voice is very important there and without you we can't be really sure about the result," Rachel says in one breath.
"Hi," Quinn answers, "I'll tell you what I was up to during our lunch, okay?"
And she wants to lead the way out of the doors to have the brunette all for herself finally but something about Rachel's face expression tells her that it won't be that easy.
"Oh, Quinn..."
"Yes?"
"Can we...can we meet for the dinner later instead? I mean, we only started practicing the duet and I still haven't tried my solo and we don't really have that much time left and-"
But Quinn stops her.
"It's okay, Rach, we will meet for the dinner then."
And although Quinn doesn't like this at all the smile she gets from Rachel for her understanding soothes her a little.
Rachel also gives Quinn a quick hug whispering words of 'thank you' in her ear and runs back to Finn to continue where they stopped.
Well, Quinn's win over the boy was only short lived then.
But she has to remind herself that she was the one coming on Rachel's thigh this morning.
So eat it, Hudson!
She kills the time waiting for late hour of the dinner while talking to Santana and Brittany.
But it's getting on her nerves because the girls keep excusing themselves to the bathroom every ten minutes and then they disappear for good forty-five minutes.
Thank god, there are Puck and Mike discussing Star Wars and Quinn joins them enthusiastically explaining them which colour of light-sabre she would have if she was Jedi.
When she feels like it's time for the dinner or more like the time for her and Rachel being finally alone she finds the brunette still practicing with Finn.
"Rachel?"
"Quinn!" Rachel squeaks with excitement. "Look, we just found new song for the duet and this one is much better and fits both our voices!"
Quinn looks at the notes and nods.
"That's great, Rach. But don't you think that you should have a little break? You've been practicing all day and you need to rest and eat."
"You're right, Quinn. But can we only try it once or twice so we know if we should work with this song later?"
"Rachel," Finn suddenly calls the brunette.
"Please?" Rachel pleads the blonde.
"How long?"
"We will only go through the song twice."
"Okay then," Quinn sighs.
Rachel beams at her.
"I'll be right back, wait here," she tells the blonde and runs back to her duet partner.
Quinn sits back on the bed but her eyes never leave Rachel and Finn.
The new song they found is even worse than the first one.
Or the song is not bad, the song is actually great.
But Quinn doesn't like the fact that Finn is singing it together with Rachel.
It's about the first love that will never go away.
And as Finn is singing his part Quinn can see how true the words are for the boy.
And she wants to throw up because the song is right.
He will be Rachel's first love and the brunette will always love him more or less.
Plus Quinn still doesn't know the reason why they cancelled their engagement so what if this – Quinn and Rachel – is just quick thing before the brunette realizes that she wants him back?
The voice interrupts Quinn's thoughts.
"Quinn, just one more time, the song is amazing," Rachel says quickly and leaves her alone again.
Quinn only nods because she isn't sure if her voice won't break how her throat suffocates her.
But as she's watching Rachel and Finn singing together how they are holding hands during the song she has enough.
She leaves the room in a haste run.
When the elevator stops on her floor she doesn't go to her room but walks to the next one.
She knocks on the doors once but when she doesn't get the answer she just keeps knocking until the doors open.
"Hi, Quinn," Brittany says dressed only in her underwear.
"Hi, Britt," Quinn tries to smile at her friend but it's damn difficult, "I'm sorry for interrupting but...can I come in?"
"Sure," Brittany smiles.
But Quinn stops.
"I mean...are you both decent?"
Brittany calls into the room.
"Sanny, are you decent?"
"I'm always decent!" Quinn can hear the other friends saying so she walks into the room.
"But I would be more decent if you got back to that amazing thing you were doing with your tongue between my legs," Santana continues.
But Quinn realizes what Santana's saying only when she already gets in the room and her eyes catch her friend on the bed completely naked and with her legs spread wide.
"What the fuck, Santana?" Quinn covers her eyes immediately.
But it's too late.
She already saw.
"I could ask you the same thing, Q!" Santana screams. "Britt, why didn't you tell me that Quinn's here?"
"But I asked you if you were decent," Brittany says in a sad voice.
After few seconds of silence Santana speaks again but in totally different voice from the angry one she used on Quinn.
"You're right, Britt. I'm sorry," Santana apologizes and Quinn can only hear the sounds of the two girls kissing because she's still hiding in the furthest corner of the room.
"Q, are you going to face the wall for the rest of the day or what?" Santana asks.
"Are you covered or are you going to show me your vagina for the rest of the day?" Quinn snarls.
"Wow, who would guess that you know the word vagina, Q? Congratulations, now you can go to the elementary school."
"Shut up," Quinn says and turns around praying for Santana to be really covered.
She's not sure if she should feel relieved because Santana is under the blanket but Brittany joined her.
And these two girls naked under one blanket are never a good thing.
"Please, stop it just for a minute."
"Uhm, I will if the reason why you interrupted my quality time with Britt is good enough," Santana smirks. "So what's up? Why aren't you with others? The hobbit kicked you out of the practice because you were too sharp again?"
Quinn's head falls down at the mention of the brunette.
"I guess, it has something to do with Frodo at least," Santana continues.
"Well...yeah," Quinn nods.
"Is it still about you coming too quickly?" Brittany asks.
Quinn's head snaps towards the other friend.
But Santana only shrugs.
"What? I told you that I shared everything with Britt. Plus she's your best friend, too."
"Yeah, don't worry, Quinn," Brittany smiles at the other blonde, "and if it makes you feel better it happened to Santana too many times to count it when I worked her up with the dirty talk and then she came before I got her out of the clothes."
"Britt!" Santana whines.
Okay, to be honest this really makes Quinn feel better.
"Santana, I wonder why you didn't tell me," she laughs.
"Shut up, Q, Britt is the master of dirty talk, you can't blame me," Santana says as she's trying to move out of Brittany's arms.
But Brittany doesn't let her go.
"Aw, Sanny, are you mad?"
"Mhm."
"What if I make it up to you?"
"How?"
"You remember how you wanted to use the scarves on me before my mum came home last week?"
A smile creeps on Santana's face.
Brittany obviously knows what works on the girl.
"Okay," Santana says, "but only because we owe it to sex."
"Ehm, ehm," Quinn coughs although this is still quite PG contrary to what she already experienced with the two of them.
The great example can be what just happened a minute ago.
"You're still here?" Santana growls.
"San, that's not nice."
"But my naked body above you would be nice."
"Yes, that would be nice," Brittany purrs and closes the gap between their lips.
Quinn already gives up and wants to leave them when Brittany pushes Santana off of her.
"San! Stop confusing me, I wanted to hear why Quinn came here. Quinn, come back and tell me."
"Are you sure?" Quinn asks holding the doorknob.
"Of course, don't be silly. Right, San?"
And although Santana looks angry for Quinn being still there she nods.
"Yeah, tell us what is worrying your horny-self."
And so Quinn does.
She tells them about her plans and the picnic with Rachel and how they got completely spoiled.
She also tells them about Finn being Rachel's real first and that she feel as she's nothing next to the boy.
"Okay, okay," Santana says when Quinn finishes what the dark haired girl calls whining. "First of all...picnic? Really? Q, do you want to knit the sweaters with Berry or you want to fuck her?"
"The picnic is actually nice idea," Brittany rolls eyes on her girlfriend. "You prepared one for me, too, San."
"That's because you're cute."
"Rachel is cute, too."
"Ehm," Quinn coughs for what feels like tenth time that evening. "And what shall I do about her and Finn?"
"What?" Santana asks. "You should fuck her really hard so she knows who she belongs to now."
"You should talk to her," Brittany says ignoring the last sentence.
"That's what I said," Santana whines.
"Yeah," Brittany chuckles. "As I said, Quinn, talk to Rachel. If something bothers you or you're not sure about something the only good thing you can do is to talk to her about it. Communication is the cornerstone of every relationship."
"This or good fuck," Santana winks.
"San!" Brittany frowns. "Stop it or you're not getting any."
Although Quinn doesn't think that these two bunnies are able to stop having sex Santana must take the threat seriously.
"Okay, okay, I give up. Brittany's right, Q. Talk to the hobbit. Trust me, I know how difficult it is especially for me and you to talk about problems since we're not really used to this shit. But Brittany became mine only after I talked to her so overcoming my communicating issues and similar crap was so worth it."
Quinn looks from Santana to Brittany who's nodding her head approvingly.
"I shall just talk to her? But what about Finn being her real love? I can't just talk her out of this because it's a fact."
Santana throws her hands in the air.
"For god's sake, you're Fabray, you can't feel threatened by joke of man called Finn Hudson, are we clear? Say 'I'm Fabray'."
Quinn sighs deeply.
"Okay...I'm...I'm Fabray."
"And no one can mess with my ass," Santana adds.
"And no one can mess with my ass."
"And I'll buy a new car to my best friend."
"And I'll buy a...wait! Santana!"
"Sorry."
"So you're going to talk to her?" Brittany asks.
"Yeah...I guess, she will be back in our room by now, it's quite late so the practice is be over... or I hope so. How did you two get out of the practice actually?" Quinn asks although she knows that her own death stare is never questioned by the teachers and Santana's death stare reaches probably the same level of horror.
"We were actually practicing whole day!" Santana says.
"Santana, as I remember you spent more time excusing yourself than being actually there."
"We were really practicing, Q. We were practicing position number 48 and position number 71 from our new special book."
"Oh god, I don't know why I was asking," Quinn growls.
She leaves the couple and walks shortly in the corridor.
She tries to repeat what Santana and Brittany told her.
But when she finally grabs the doorknob and opens the doors to her room she meets the person she definitely didn't expect there.
Finn is sitting on the bed eating what appears to be Quinn's sandwich.
"Oh, hey, Quinn," he says and doesn't even bother to stand up from her bed.
Quinn opens her mouth but no words come out.
"Quinn, are you okay?"
"W-what are you doing here?' she finally finds the words.
"Well, I'm here with Rachel, she's in the shower now," he points to the direction of the doors.
Quinn looks there and then back at the boy.
"Okay. But I asked you what the hell are you doing here, Finn!"
"Uh, you mean this?" Finn shows the sandwich in his hand. "Rachel prepared a picnic for us, I found it and was hungry so I started without her. I think, she actually wants to get back together with me. I had some suspicions after we spent the whole day together but now I'm pretty sure. I actually wanted to ask you, Quinn, we are friends now, right? So maybe you could spend night with Santana and Brittany so I can sort it out with Rachel?"
He smirks in what Quinn considers disgusting grimace.
And Quinn knows that there is a point when people stop thinking rationally and can only see a blur because of how the rage consumes everything inside of them.
So this is her point when she loses it.
"Out," she says through clenched teeth.
"What did you say?"
"Out. Out! I said, OUT!"
"Quinn, there's no need to yell at me. I understand that you're probably angry that you're still alone while your friends get together but maybe if you start giving some to you boyfriends you won't be alone anymore."
Okay, Quinn was probably wrong. This is the point when she loses it.
"What? What did you just say? Finn, I'm serious, get out of here right now."
"But-"
"GET OUT OF HERE!" Quinn screams already and she's not trying to keep her voice low anymore because she has to focus on holding back from actually punching the guy now.
Just when Finn is about to say something the doors from the bathroom open.
"What's going on?" Rachel asks as she enters the room only in the towel around her still wet body.
She obviously had to jump out of the shower when she heard the voices in the room.
"Rachel," Finn says relieved to see the girl, "Quinn's psycho."
"What?" Rachel asks as Finn hides behind her.
Yeah, real man.
"Get out of here before I end you!" Quinn snarls.
Her nails are clutching so painfully in her hands but it's nothing comparing to the anger she feels.
And if her view wasn't a blur she would see Rachel noticing her furious face expression and how she turns to the boy.
"Finn, we'll see each other tomorrow, okay?" the brunette says pushing him out of the room.
"But what if she hurts you, Rach? Someone should stay here to protect you," Finn opposes.
As if he's the one to do the job.
"I will be fine, just go, Finn."
"But you will call me if something happens, okay? The girl is nuts."
"Just go," Rachel sighs and closes the doors behind the boy.
And the two girls are finally alone.
"What's going on, Quinn?" Rachel asks.
"What was he doing here?" Quinn asks under the breath because she doesn't trust her voice right now.
"Finn?"
The blonde girl laughs.
"Of course, Finn! Who else? Shall I look under the bed if you keep other fiancées there?"
"Okay, that was stupid question," Rachel sighs, "but you don't have to shout, Quinn. I really don't know what's wrong but I'm sorry for whatever I did."
"So you don't know?" Quinn snarls. "Really? Okay, where shall I start? Maybe with the fact that you ignored me the whole day and spent it with your boyfriend singing each other how much you belong together. And when I came to our room I found him eating the sandwiches I had made for our picnic while you were taking shower preparing for good reuniting fuck with him."
"What? What sandwiches? Quinn, I didn't know that you'd prepared a picnic for us! If you told me I would immediately leave the practice. I had no idea about it."
"That's because you were too busy twittering with Hudson."
" But you said that you understood and would wait for me to finish the practice. I didn't really know that it would be an issue."
"Yeah, it became an issue when you surprisingly forgot about me waiting there for you."
"You're right. I shouldn't have cancelled our lunch. I swear, if I knew about the picnic I would leave practicing without hesitation. But you have to know, Quinn, how difficult I am when it's about competition and when I want to win. And for the other part, Finn found the sandwiches while I was having a shower. I would never let him eat them."
Maybe this could make sense but Quinn's anger doesn't let her see it.
"And why were you in a shower while he was here then, hm? You two were practicing when you remembered that you wanted to get refreshed?"
"No, I was in a shower when I heard someone knocking. I thought that you probably forgot your room card so I jumped out of the shower with the shampoo in my hair. But it was Finn and he wanted to speak about the song so I let him wait for me to finish the shower."
"Oh, really? Because Finn made it clear that you two had such great day together and were getting back together. Why don't you admit this finally? So I can move on. Or how long do you want to keep me hanging on?"
"Quinn, this is not true! It's not true whatever Finn told you."
"Rachel, maybe you really can't see it then. You subconsciously chooses him, you just have to realize it and admit it. You were doing it whole day, choosing him over me, so now get a pair and tell me. Set me free, Rach, be so kind after all the shit."
"This is ridiculous, Quinn. I told you that I was practicing because I wanted to win the Nationals. That's all. It has nothing to do with Finn or the history between us."
"Well, it has everything to do with the two of you."
"No, it doesn't. Just stop, Quinn! Stop doing this! He's only a problem in your head, not mine. I don't know why you decided to make up a problem between us. Do you still believe that you can't really be happy? Is that it? Because of that you keep sabotaging yourself and now you're doing it again. But I won't let you, not this time."
"God, Rachel, stop doing this. You're giving me a chance where it has never been. I think it would be for the best if I spend the rest of our stay in New York in another room," Quinn says and goes to the doors.
"Quinn, wait! What do you want me to admit? Yes, I did love him. I can admit this. Maybe I still do love him. This may be true, too. But," Rachel starts sobbing when she Quinn opens the doors.
"Thank you, Rach, that's all I need to hear," Quinn whispers and gets out of the room.
This way she can't hear the last sentence Rachel says.
"But I've never been in love with him."
Quinn takes a deep breath to calm down and walks to the next room.
She hopes that her heartbroken state will bring her some mercy from her friends and they will be shagging only in the bathroom while she has to stay with them.
She wants to knock when the doors suddenly open.
"Santana!"
"Q, what the fuck?"
"I'm just going to your room."
"Well, it's kind of forbidden area tonight."
"What? Why?"
"Don't ask. Britt's mad. So...can I spend the night in your room? "
"Well, we can't really go there."
"You're in the doghouse, too?"
"No, it's just...never mind. Where shall we go?"
"Hmm..."
"Mercedes?"
"Okay. Just wait a second," Santana says and sticks her head back in her room.
"Britt, can I get a pillow at least? Ow," she hisses when the pillow hits her head.
"And the blanket? Okay, no blanket, I get it," she says and quickly closes the doors.
"Britt's death stare?" Quinn asks.
She knows that there's nothing worse than to get the death stare from Britt.
It means that the person crossed all the lines because Britt's normally never mad at anyone.
"Yep," Santana nods. "That one."
In five minutes both girls are standing in the room shared by Mercedes and Tina.
"What the fuck is this?" Santana shouts pointing at the sofa, or rather extremely small sofa even for one person.
"Santana," Mercedes shushes the girl and climbs back into her bed. "We're sleeping so you and Quinn deal with it however you want but be quiet."
Santana gives the girl a look and then turns back to Quinn.
"Okay, Q, you have to go somewhere else because there's no way that we are sleeping on this sofa together."
"But I wanted to go to this room so you should go somewhere else."
"Yeah, you can say whatever you want. I'm sleeping here," Santana says and throws herself on the couch. "Mercedes, do you have spare blanket?"
"One's over there," Mercedes points at the wardrobe, "but if you say one more word then I'm making a blanket of you."
"Whatever," Santana snorts and turns to Quinn who's bringing the blanket. "Oh, thanks, Q."
"I didn't bring it for you," Quinn says when she comes to the sofa. "Now move your butt."
"No, we're not sleeping here together."
"Then get out of here."
"I won't!" Santana shouts.
"Me neither," Quinn rolls her eyes and presses her body on the sofa next to Santana.
"Okay, no funny business then," Santana says and tries to move to make more space but it's really difficult because there's literally no more space.
"As if I'm going to do anything."
"I remember the previous morning when you snuggled me, Fabray! And don't let me start how you ogled me naked today."
"Oh god, do you have to remind me of the two worst days of my life?"
"Hey, girls!" Mercedes yells from her bed. "I don't care when you saw each other naked or what you did that morning. But I know what you will be doing tonight if you won't be quiet."
There's short silence in the room when Santana speaks again.
"Yeah...so shut up, Q."
"You shut up, San."
"Whatever. Can I get some blanket?"
"Okay, but don't try to steal my half or I'm taking it back."
They remain quiet for few minutes but both of them roll from one side to the other trying to find comfortable position.
But it's difficult when they are sharing one sofa and one blanket together and they want to reduce any skin on skin contact on minimum.
Which is definitely not possible.
"Q, if you're going to stay like this then my tits will be flat in the morning. And I want to use them again so can you move?"
"I don't have where to move, Santana."
"God, this is worse punishment than I expected," Santana snarls.
"And what did you do actually?"
"I didn't do anything! We talked about our wedding plans and Britt told me about our wedding dresses of her dreams."
"And that's the reason why you're here?"
"Well, she told me that she wanted us to wear white dresses..."
"And that's bad?"
"...and huge pink ribbons in our hair."
"Ah, so!" Quinn laughs. "That's actually amazing idea, San! I can see you all sweet and cute in white and pink."
"Shut up, Q! You as a bridesmaid will be wearing something like ballerina or some shit like that according to Britt's plans."
"Uh, no way!"
"Actually yes, that's my wedding," Santana says sarcastically.
"I can't wait then," Quinn chuckles. "And then you told Brittany that you didn't want your wedding to be celebration of pink and candy or what?"
"Something like that. I told Britt that I could wear my Superman costume then and it would be the same comedy."
"Ouch!"
"Yeah, ouch. So you can see why I'm here. Enough about me, now tell me what you did. You obviously didn't listen to my advice to fuck Berry to give her clear message who she belongs to. Or you did but you're bad fuck."
"Shut up, S. Contrary to you, I didn't do anything. I was only honest," Quinn says.
"Honest about what?"
"I told Rachel that she could get back with Finn if that's what she wanted."
"You did what?"
"She has to realize that he's the one she wants and she has to let me go before I fall for her even harder."
"Q? What the fuck? How did you get from getting into her pants to giving her to Hudson without any fight?"
"Because there's no fight, she wants him."
"Did she tell you this?"
"No, she didn't have to."
"Oh my god, you're even bigger asshole than I am. You're only lucky that I'm too exhausted to raise my hand to punch you."
"I only did what was right, San."
"You did bullshit and you will realize it pretty soon."
"So you're on Rachel's side? Since when?"
"Since I saw her tits. No, seriously, Q, you are an idiot. You're literally throwing her into Hudson's arms although she already made it clear that she wants to give it a go with you. And I have enough, we will talk about it tomorrow because I can't stay here. You turned around like fifty times in last minute!"
"That's because I don't have much space since you're over the whole sofa."
"You did not just say that I'm fat."
"No, I said that you were over the whole sofa."
"Okay, enough is enough. Fuck this shit. In my room there's my hot fiancée and what am I doing? I'm here with you on one couch instead of being with her. When I asked her to be my wife I promised her to do everything to make her happy so if she wants me to wear big pink ribbon in my hair or around my neck or whatever then I will do it. You can stay here being a jerk but I'm out of here," Santana says and stands up.
"Whatever," Quinn snarls.
"Oh my god, you really mean what you said. Okay, sleep over it and wait for the morning when your big moron head will realize what crap you did. I might even consider lending you the pony for Britt because this will need huge apologize."
But Quinn only turns on the other side and stays silent.
"You are really worse than I was back then," Santana says and without wasting more time she leaves the room.
And Quinn is left alone with her thoughts.
Her mind immediately starts wandering more or less against her will back to everything that happened that evening.
The heat of the fight is almost gone and all the problems suddenly seem so distant and small.
And because of that Quinn's actions are revealed in surprisingly new light.
And they don't seem as rational or reasonable as they did an hour ago...
All these thoughts never leave the blonde and the sleep never comes.
Quinn knows that her night will be probably sleepless and that she has plenty of time to think about it over and over again and she really does.
It's full of inner battles but when the light behind the curtains makes its presence Quinn is sure of one thing.
She only saw what she wanted to see...which means the worst.
It's a Fabray thing to see the worst and it's also Fabray thing to deal with everything in the blur of rage.
And maybe it's time to stop being Fabray and become only Quinn.
This Quinn should be able to do what Britt said.
She should talk to Rachel.
Because this Quinn should see the best which means that there must be a chance that Rachel is able to forget the boy and love someone else.
And this Quinn should even listen to Santana's advice about fucking Rachel.
She owes her two orgasms after all.
And as the sleep finally wins Quinn's falling asleep with warm feeling.
Because no matter how much she screwed up this new Quinn believes that this has a way out...even if the it really means borrowing the pony from Santana.
I so didn't want to go the angry way but you all knew that Finn had to come between our girls sooner or later. And I have a special thing prepared for dealing with him for good.
Thank you for reading and keeping with the story despite the troubles with the author :)
Now our girls need to make up and make out.