Title: Kiss and Tell (Loose Lips Sink Ships)
Author: texaswatermelon
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Quinn/Shelby, eventual Quinn/Brittany, eventual Rachel/Santana
Rating: R, for language and possible adult situations
Summary: Most people in Vocal Adrenaline tend to feel one of two ways about Shelby Corcoran: they either loathe her with all the fire of a thousand of Carmel High's stage lights, or they possess some amount of sickening admiration for her. Quinn is really a mix of these two extremes.
Disclaimer: Glee is property of Ryan Murphy Television and 20th Century Fox. All characters, places, and recognizable names herein have been borrowed for the use of this fanfiction. Title from "XO" by Fall Out Boy. This story is a work of fiction and is in no way affiliated with the aforementioned groups. No infringement intended.
A/N: AU Quinn has always gone to Carmel school district, so none of her storyline from Glee applies. This takes place during the same year as season 1 of Glee, so just assume spoilers for all episodes. On the WMHS side of things, there will be an OC who will replace Quinn and take over her whole plot. Assume that everything follows cannon over there unless otherwise mentioned in the story. As far as Vocal Adrenalin goes, I'll be mentioning some real characters and some OC characters, so don't get confused there. If anything is unclear, just ask and I'll try my best to Windex that shit. Unbeta'd; all mistakes are my own.
Warnings: This story deals with issues of alcoholism, abuse of prescription medication, neglect, minor instances of child abuse, student/teacher relationships, sexual relations with a minor, and of course femslash. Now, as far as I know, the legal age of consent in Ohio is 16, but it's still pretty taboo; we're talking about a relationship between a sixteen-year-old and a woman in her mid thirties, so. If any of that stuff is a bother to you, I would suggest finding something else to read. Also, angst. So, that being said, please enjoy.
Dear god I hope you guys weren't expecting anything quality from this chapter. This will probably seem ridiculous, but it's taken long enough that I think it deserves its own chapter. This one is definitely rated NC-17.
Thank you all for your patience and for your reviews/favorites/alerts as usual. I hope this chapter gives you at least one of the things you've been waiting for.
She ends up spending almost her entire week in the library. Since she still lives with Shelby, she has to wait for her after school, and it's just a little too painful to sit in the auditorium and watch the glee club carry on without her as though she were never even there in the first place. She can't stand the sight of Andrea taking solos that Quinn might have gotten with that self-satisfied smirk; can't deal with everyone else's confused looks, least of all Shelby's, and she definitely can't handle the sight of Dustin not giving even half a shit that she's no longer practicing with them. So instead she waits around in the library getting an entire week's worth of homework done in one sitting and still having time left over to sit around and brood.
When Shelby appears at Quinn's door on Thursday, Quinn only half expects it. She's barely come out of her room since she quit Vocal Adrenaline and whether she didn't actually believe the resignation or she just didn't know how to handle the situation, Shelby pretty much let her go. Now that it's been almost a week, it seems that Shelby has decided to confront her about it. She is wearing a look of determination and Quinn's head starts pounding in anticipation of the argument that's about to occur.
"Quinn, I want to talk about this," Shelby states, and her voice is full of an authority that reminds Quinn sickeningly of just what their situation actually is.
"There's nothing to talk about," she mutters, refusing to look at Shelby as she angrily jots down answers to her Spanish homework.
Shelby puts her hand on her hip; she can see it from the corner of her eye.
"Quinn, you've been doing Vocal Adrenaline for over a year. You love it, and you've never complained about time constraints before. You were doing fine just a couple of days ago and now all of a sudden you have too much work? It doesn't make sense."
"What doesn't make sense?" Quinn asks. She's still staring at her homework, but she's stopped writing things down. She can't concentrate enough to make sure her answers are correct. "Just because you're not handing out work, doesn't mean that other teachers aren't. Plus, I've been doing bad in chemistry all year and if I don't start focusing on it more, I'm going to fail."
That part is probably truer than Quinn likes to admit.
Shelby sighs. "Quinn, you're a smart girl. I know this isn't about schoolwork. If you would just tell me what the real problem is, I can help you work it out," she prods.
Quinn can feel herself losing patience. Why can't Shelby just accept what Quinn's telling her and let it go? Why does she have to be so concerned that it makes Quinn's heart hurt? Why can't she just understand that Quinn is doing this for her, to protect her from this mess she's gotten Shelby into?
"Quinn—"
"I said I don't have time, alright? Fucking drop it!"
In the silence that follows, Quinn finally looks at Shelby, who looks like Quinn has just slapped her across the face. The pure shock quickly turns into a mix of other emotions: anger, confusion… It's the deep-seeded hurt that really does Quinn's head in. She looks down again because she can't bear to see it, can't bear to know that she's hurting Shelby again. She's also afraid of the recoil because she's sure she's not going to get away with this. Shelby doesn't take shit, not even from Quinn. She's waiting tensely for Shelby to start yelling, to slap her even. She knows she deserves it. When the bed dips beside her with Shelby's weight, Quinn waits for her punishment to come with all the resignation of a prisoner on death row.
It never comes.
Instead of lashing out with anger, Shelby's hand reaches out and touches Quinn's cheek gently. Quinn is so surprised that she can't help looking up, can't keep the confusion from her eyes when she sees Shelby's soft expression. It makes her heart race and her face flush.
Shelby leans toward her and presses a short kiss, then another to her lips as though she's hesitant and unsure. Something must yield within her, though because then she's kissing Quinn properly, sliding their lips together in a way that makes Quinn's head spin and slipping her tongue out to taste the inside of Quinn's mouth. When she pulls away, Quinn's eyes flutter open slowly and her chest clenches in a way that has nothing to do with Andrea Cohen or quitting Vocal Adrenaline or the anxiety of getting caught. Shelby has never kissed her before. Kissed her back, yes, but she never actually initiated a single one of the kisses they've shared.
Shelby seems to recognize the realization on Quinn's face, and there's a grim sort of apology in her expression and the way she leans forward and captures Quinn's lips again; leads them for the first time since they started this whole thing. Quinn feels so much affection swell within her that she feels her throat close up with emotion. She lies back against the pillows and wills herself not to cry when Shelby follows her, because she's sure that will put a stop to whatever fragile dimension they've fallen into. But Shelby seems to have made a decision for the both of them because she pulls back to look at Quinn and there's something in her eyes that Quinn can't decipher, but it makes a low heat settle in her belly. She thinks she knows where this is going to lead, but she's afraid to even think it lest some cosmic force decides to ruin this for her.
Shelby's hands are wandering a slow path up and down Quinn's sides while her lips stray from Quinn's mouth, down her jaw in slow, open-mouthed kisses. Already, Quinn can hardly breathe. Her eyes flutter shut as the heat of Shelby's kisses burns a path down her throat. Cold hands find their way under Quinn's top and she shivers momentarily as she adjusts to the sensation. Shelby nips at the skin of her collarbone in apology and Quinn gasps. Every nerve ending is on fire. She is hyper aware of every place where Shelby's body is touching hers, and even more aware of every place it isn't.
Her shirt has now been pushed up to her bra and Shelby pulls her head away just enough to look at her. Quinn's eyes are glazed and darkened to green. Shelby can decipher nothing but lust there, but she has to know that every step they take is okay and approved by Quinn. Quinn seems to notice that something has changed and she tries to focus on Shelby, on the question that Shelby's body is asking because she can't bring herself to voice it. Quinn sits up a little, removes her hands from where they were resting on Shelby's back and puts them over Shelby's hands, helps her glide the shirt up and over Quinn's head.
Quinn can't hide the shiver that rolls through her body as Shelby's eyes rake over her. Shelby's cheeks are tinted with a slight flush. She looks like she really doesn't want to be checking Quinn out, but she can't help herself. Quinn hides her triumphant grin and places Shelby's hands on her sides so she knows it's okay to touch. More than okay. Quinn is sure she will die if Shelby doesn't keep touching her.
They lay back down again and Shelby lets herself get comfortable in kissing Quinn once more. Her hands are roaming with more purpose this time and Quinn's breath hitches when one of them brushes the side of her breast. Shelby takes this as encouragement and goes bolder, running her entire palm over Quinn's left breast, squeezing lightly. Quinn moans appreciatively and Shelby's eyes dart up almost immediately to meet hers, darkening visibly. She suddenly very unsatisfied with the amount of clothing between them and she tugs at Shelby's shirt, tossing it aside carelessly when it comes off. She runs her hands all over the smooth expanse of Shelby's back. Shelby arches into her like a cat, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Quinn wonders how long it's been since Shelby has let anyone touch her like this. She thanks every god in existence that she's the one who gets to do it now.
Shelby's lips are burning trails down her throat again, venturing past her clavicle and over her chest. Quinn tangles her fingers in the silky mass of dark hair and Shelby takes her time, kissing slowly over every patch of skin she can find while her hand gently eases one bra strap down Quinn's arm, then the other. By the time Shelby's mouth reaches the swell of her breasts, Quinn can barely stand it anymore. She reaches behind herself to unhook her own bra, but Shelby stills her hands. Quinn looks at her in confusion, but Shelby's expression is so intense that she can't find the words to say anything.
"Let me," Shelby whispers, eyes leaden with decisiveness. Quinn can just barely grasp how important the decision is, that Shelby is choosing to actively undress her rather than just sit by while Quinn does it for her. The thought alone sends a flood of heat to her center and she has to bite back a heavy moan as she nods and sits up fully this time.
The hands aren't cold anymore as they brush across her back and find the clasp of her bra. Shelby's eyes stay locked with hers the entire time. Her bra makes a soft sound in the dead silence of the room as it comes undone and falls away from her chest. Shelby continues to stare at her face and Quinn feels nervousness rise up like bile inside of her. If Shelby takes this step, acts on this revelation, there's no turning back. What if she doesn't like what she sees? What if the youth of Quinn's body makes her realize once and for all what a mistake she's making?
Shelby seems to be considering these things as well. She stares at Quinn as though she's trying to find the courage to go forward, but all Quinn can do is look back. As much as she hates it, Shelby has to make this decision on her own.
Finally, her eyes drop and widen like a child who's just met Santa Claus for the first time as they take in the sight of Quinn's exposed chest. Quinn feels herself flush at the attention, but she doesn't shy away. No one has ever seen this much of her before, but if anyone is going to treat her with respect and care, it will be Shelby. As if drawn by a magnet, one of Shelby's hands reaches out to cup Quinn's breast—to test it in her hand, to run a thumb over the rosy nipple there. Quinn arches slightly and exhales in a rush of hot breath as she watches Shelby explore her body.
"Beautiful," Shelby murmurs, her voice thick, and when her eyes lock with Quinn's again, Quinn swears she sees tears behind them.
She crushes their lips together because tears aren't what either of them needs now.
There's a new desperation to their kisses that wasn't there before as Shelby's hands are content to explore Quinn's breasts without hesitation now, though still gentle and still achingly slow. Quinn pulls at Shelby's hips, urging her closer. She needs more contact like she needs air, needs to feel the weight of Shelby's body on top of her. Her hands fumble with Shelby's bra in her haste to get rid of it. She flings it across the room like it's some sort of rodent when she finally gets it off and Shelby's moan rockets through her body like nothing she's ever felt when their naked breasts collide together.
It's Quinn's turn to explore now as she licks her way across Shelby's strong jaw and down the hollow of her throat. Every noise that comes out of Shelby's mouth is like a shot of pure heroine that goes straight to Quinn's gut. She has no idea what she's doing, but she lets Shelby's hands and body guide her, lets her tongue revel in the taste of skin that she never though she'd even see, let alone taste. Shelby tastes like coffee and other things that Quinn tries to decipher with each swipe of her tongue: broken promises, regret, loneliness, hope. Quinn reaches Shelby's breasts and doesn't stop, wraps her lips around a dark nipple and revels in the feel of it hardening between her teeth. It makes her so incredibly wet to know that she can make Shelby react like this.
Shelby tugs gently at her scalp, brings her hungry mouth back up for a kiss, slows their pace again, even though it's reluctant. It's frustrating, but Quinn knows that Shelby is just trying to be careful with her, maybe for both of them, and she's grateful in the end because she'll never forgive herself if she rushes through this.
They lie down again and Shelby rests on top of Quinn while her fingers undo the button of the girl's jeans and her languid kisses make Quinn feel like they've got all the time in the world. Maybe they have, for now.
Shelby's hands hook into the waistband of her jeans and begin to work them slowly down her hips. "Underwear, too," Quinn croaks, because she doesn't want this to take too long, and forever can only last for so long before she spontaneously combusts. She's still a teenager, after all. Her hormones don't have that kind of longevity.
After a quick glance at Quinn to make sure, Shelby obliges and takes her underwear and jeans in one trip, staring in open lust at what's revealed.
It suddenly dawns on Quinn as Shelby appreciates her whole naked body that this is happening. Shelby is going to make love to her, take her, claim her. She feels a little nervous at that fact. She's never done this before, and while she's pretty sure she has a good idea of how it works, she is a little afraid she won't be good at it. She feels the need to be reassured. She puts her hand on Shelby's cheek, whispers her name and instantly feels better when brown eyes meet her own. She knows Shelby knows. Shelby always knows.
Shelby manages to school her 'I'm going to devour you' expression in favor of a softer one as she leans down and kisses Quinn gently, stroking her cheek as though they hadn't just been seconds away from fucking.
"Just tell me if it's too much," Shelby whispers against her lips. Quinn shakes her head. Of course it's too much. It's been too much since the moment they first kissed, but it's still not enough and she wants it so badly.
"I want this," she says, and her voice doesn't sound like it belongs to her. She grips Shelby's cheek with one hand and her waist with the other, willing Shelby to understand just how much she needs this. "God, I want you so much," she chokes, and Shelby looks like she's been stabbed at the admission. Her face contorts with a sort of pain that Quinn think is so beautiful and she can't breathe for the vice it puts on her heart, but then Shelby is kissing her so hard and it doesn't matter anyway.
Somehow they manage to get Shelby's pants off and the feel of her whole body against Quinn's is like nothing Quinn could have ever imagined. Shelby is thin and soft, and Quinn runs her nails down Shelby's back, across the swell of her ass and back up again. Their hands are everywhere, but Shelby's have a definite destination in mind as one hand skates over Quinn's quivering stomach and through a patch of soft curls. Shelby thanks God that Quinn doesn't shave; she doesn't need any more reminders of the girl's age.
Quinn bucks her hips slightly at the feel of Shelby's fingers running through her slick folds. Shelby watches her intently for any sign of discomfort or doubt, but all she sees is Quinn's eyes fluttering closed as she rubs teasingly against her clit. Quinn moves her hips, seeking contact and moaning loudly when she gets it. Shelby watches every expression that crosses her face with intense fascination, feels every moan and sigh reverberate deep inside of her. She hasn't been this turned on in a long time and she knows she should feel bad about this, but she can't. Not when Quinn is flushed and panting and gorgeous beneath her.
When Shelby finally pushes one finger inside of her, Quinn goes rigid and her eyes squeeze shut against the intrusion. Shelby's reaction is similar; her head falls onto Quinn's shoulder and her eyes close and she breathes a pained sigh at the feeling of Quinn so tight around her. Quinn whimpers when Shelby removes the finger, and again even louder when she returns it, even deeper this time. Shelby wishes there was a way that she could make this easier for Quinn. She remembers her own first time in the back seat of Jimmy Simm's car and how he wasn't careful or gentle, how he shoved himself inside of her and didn't give her a chance to adjust before he was pounding in and out, how he didn't even notice her crying at the pain. Quinn isn't crying, but she's taking sharp breaths and Shelby knows it still hurts, even if her fingers are slim and careful.
After a few more thrusts, Quinn starts pushing back, meeting Shelby's hand, and her eyes are open and bright as they establish a steady rhythm. Shelby tries to watch the place where her hand meets Quinn, where it disappears inside of her, but that gets to be too overwhelming, so she settles for watching Quinn's face instead. Quinn is biting her lip like she's concentrating really hard and her brow is furrowed. She tries to keep looking at Shelby, but her eyes keep slipping behind their lids rapidly. When Shelby adds another finger Quinn makes a strangled sound in the back of her throat and her nails dig into the skin of Shelby's back. Shelby moans quietly and drops her head back to Quinn's shoulder, pushes harder and faster and drinks in every whimper out of Quinn's mouth. Her body burns with the feeling of it all, with the knowledge that she's wanted to do this for longer than she cares to admit, and the flood between her legs is almost embarrassing.
Quinn's cries get more consistent, closer together, louder and more desperate. Her hips buck wildly trying to meet each thrust and Shelby has to wrap her free hand around Quinn's waist to keep her steady. Her body is slick with sweat and impossibly flushed, and Shelby could watch this forever, but she knows she should end it soon for Quinn's sake. She kisses Quinn because it feels like years since she's last done it and presses her thumb against a swollen clit. Quinn bites Shelby's lip in reaction, hard, but Shelby keeps kissing her, keeps pressing, keeps applying a relentless pressure everywhere she possibly can. It's too much for Quinn, the feeling of having Shelby everywhere—in her heart, in her head, and now inside of her body. She shakes so hard when she comes that Shelby has to hold her even tighter.
Shelby can't tear her eyes away from the scene in front of her, from Quinn's eyes screwed shut so tight to her hair splayed out on the pillows behind her, to her mouth open and slack while she pants heavily, to the single tear that's winding its way down the side of her face. Shelby kisses it away as Quinn finally falls limp underneath her.
They lie there for several minutes while Quinn tries to catch her breath and Shelby traces patterns across her stomach and drops kisses onto her shoulder. Quinn sniffles loudly and she hates herself for crying like this when she's just had possibly the best experience of her life. Shelby looks at her, catches another tear with her thumb, and the look in her eyes is almost enough to make Quinn start bawling completely. Shelby loves her. It's written on her face as plainly as if she had said it out loud, though Quinn doubts that she ever will. Maybe she doesn't need her to. Maybe she just needs this.
"You okay?"
Shelby's voice is rough and thick. Quinn nods vehemently because she needs Shelby to know that she's fine with everything that happened and she's just crying because she's stupid and she feels so relieved after everything that's been plaguing her recently.
She tries words. "That was…" She doesn't know how to describe it that won't sound clichéd or stupid, so instead she just whispers, "thank you," and kisses Shelby again. Her thigh finds its way between Shelby's and she can feel the immense slickness there; can't believe it's all because of her. She rolls them over and Shelby lets out a surprised grunt, which makes Quinn grin down at her.
Shelby's body is still hot as Quinn trails her mouth down it. She loves this, loves tasting Shelby, wants to taste more of her. All of her. She sucks on a nipple again, rolls her tongue over it and takes it between her teeth. She shudders at Shelby's responding moan. It's deep and it rips from her throat like she tried to hold it back, but couldn't. Quinn glances up at her through smoky eyes.
"Watch," she breathes, and Shelby forces her eyes open to see Quinn lower her mouth again, keeping their eyes locked the entire time. Shelby is sure that her heart nearly stops before going into total overdrive. Watching Quinn slide down her body, planting kisses across her stomach and over her hips, is almost too much.
She realizes what Quinn is doing too late. When Quinn's tongue makes a broad stroke across her clit, she lets out a broken cry and tangles her fingers through blonde hair. Quinn's fingers are gripping into her hips and her mouth is anything but hesitant. Shelby's approval is loud. And still she follows Quinn's order, watches every move even though it's really hard and her head is thrown back half the time in ecstasy.
Quinn feels like this is all she's ever wanted in life. To taste the actual proof of her affect on Shelby, to hear the way that every stroke of her tongue makes Shelby crack even further, to look up and see Shelby's eyes, black and unfocused, watching her… it's almost enough to send Quinn over the edge once more. She has to do this. She needs to bury her tongue inside of Shelby, feel her strong thighs wrapped around her head, hear as her cries get more broken and jagged.
It doesn't take long for Shelby to get close. Her voice is hoarse and her hand is gripping Quinn's hair harshly. Quinn brings her tongue back up to Shelby's clit, sucks on it, runs circles around it. When Shelby breaks, it sounds like a song, and Quinn's name is the only lyric.
Quinn is in her arms by the time she opens her eyes, and she can taste herself on Quinn's tongue when they kiss. Shelby can't believe it even happened, that Quinn would just do that right away. Can't believe that a sixteen-year-old just gave her what was probably the best orgasm of her life. Can't believe she just had sex with Quinn fucking Fabray and that she wants to do it again.
Quinn can see the conflict on Shelby's face. She kisses her again because she knows words will do nothing in this situation. Their mouths tangle slowly. Shelby's breath is still ragged. Quinn shivers as the sweat begins to cool on her body. She pulls the covers over them and settles her body on top of Shelby, smiling when she feels an arm close around her. At least for now, Shelby isn't going to leave.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you," Quinn says after several minutes. Shelby's only response is to kiss the top of her head. Quinn takes a deep breath, inhales Shelby's scent and feels safer than she's ever felt in her life. Later, she'll look back on this moment as the only moment of peace in this whole relationship. For now, she opens her mouth and tells Shelby everything.