Mythic-lionheart – Thank you. I like twists. Not all stories should flow nicely and without hiccups. I hope to include a few more before I'm through.
Lilmeister – You're too kind. Yeah, I thought about writing a vamp or wolf fic, but I've already written a wolf one (Not on this site) and I didn't think I'd have enough in me to write another one. Thank you, I'm trying to keep them as true to character as possible, but … well, they aren't really the same characters as in the show.
Um, I guess a little filler chapter. I promise the next one will be good. And possibly long. :)
Rumour had spread at school so everyone knew I was no longer living at the Fabray house. I slipped into HBIC mode with practiced ease and silenced the whispers with a mere glance as I stalked the halls of McKinley High. The mask only slipped once I had found the molten chocolate eyes of one Rachel Berry. As I passed her she stared at me with a smouldering gaze that could melt the ice caps, and my heart. Which I'm sure was directly responsible for the slick puddle that had formed in my panties by lunchtime. Each time I saw her, she fixed me with that look and it took all my willpower to carry on walking and not pounce on her in the corridor.
I was sat eating lunch with Santana and Brittany when I felt Rachel slide up the bench next to me. I swallowed my mouthful of food hard as I felt her bare thigh rub against mine. I felt her lips against my ear. "Hello lover." Her hot breath tickled the fine hairs on my neck and I shivered involuntarily.
"Are you trying to drive me crazy?" I queried with a raised eyebrow. She flashed me a killer smile, baring all of her perfect teeth.
"Is it working?" Her voice was almost innocent, but her wide-eyed expression was far from it. I smirked at her.
"Nope. Not even a little bit." I was impressed my voice was under control and sounded pretty believable. Apparently Rachel disagreed. She trailed a finger along my thigh down to my knee before circling to the inside of my thigh and lightly scratching her nail back up. I held my breath and tried to distract my mind from the feeling. 'Think of something, anything, else. Oh, I got it. Puck naked. Yeah, that's gross enough'
"So if I were to feel, I would find your panties completely dry?" I whipped my head around to meet her eyes, laughter making them sparkle. Her finger stopped its progression. "I'm sorry. I'm only playing around. I will endeavour to be good now. Although, I make no promises." I rolled my eyes and gently smacked her hand before intertwining our fingers.
"I swear you will be the death of me." I laughed at her satisfied smirk and resumed eating my lunch. I glanced up to find Brittany grinning like a Cheshire cat at me. "What's up Britt?"
"You two are so cute!" She pulled on Santana's arm a little. "Aren't they Sannie? Almost as cute as us." I chuckled when Santana scowled, her cheeks turning pink. She opened her mouth to say something back but rethought her comment at Brittany's excited look.
"Sure they are Britt-Britt." She ground out. I glanced at Rachel and she looked a little taken back at the lack of sarcasm directed at her. I squeezed her hand slightly and she looked away, picking up a piece of lettuce from my salad and nibbling on it.
We got through the remainder of lunch chatting about everything and nothing to pass the time. As we left the cafeteria, Rachel pulled me to one side so we could talk in private. We found our way into the girls' toilets and she pulled me into a passionate kiss. I let out a moan when her tongue found mine and we battled for dominance before I gave in a let her win. When breathing became a genuine issue we broke the kiss. I pressed my forehead against hers and sucked in air greedily. "That's not talking Rach." She lifted her hand to swat my arm in jest.
"I do want to talk to you. How are you after yesterday? I have wanted to ask you all morning but the opportunity hasn't presented itself so I had to be content with looking at you longingly. You have no idea how much I've wanted to kiss you today." I silenced her with a sweet slow graze of my lips.
"I've wanted that too. I'm okay. Santana's parents are brilliant; they've always treated me like a daughter anyway." She smiled at me as thought she was pleased at that. "So I'll stay there until I can find something else." Rachel lifted her hand to my hair, running her fingers through my ponytail.
"You know you would be more than welcome at my house." I stiffened slightly, and then immediately forced myself to relax, at the thought of Leroy Berry. I hadn't forgotten my reaction to him, though I had missed the opportunity to ask my father about it. I still wanted to know why I always reacted the way I did.
"I wouldn't want to intrude. And besides, they would never let us have anytime alone if I stayed there." She sighed her agreement then straightened and smiled at me.
"They are going away this weekend; Friday afternoon until Sunday afternoon. Daddy said something about a gift certificate for a spa-hotel. So I'm all alone in the house this weekend. Would you like to come over and keep me company?" I couldn't help the 'gulp' noise I produced when I swallowed. I found my head nodding up and down as I stared at her, still trying to process the information without images flashing across my mind of compromising situations and positions. My train of thought crashed off the tracks.
"Uh, I've got plans with San on Friday night." Her face dropped a little and I felt my heart break a tiny bit. "But, I we will definitely spend all of Saturday together." I lifted her chin with my finger. "All Saturday night together." She smirked at me and nodded. I leant down to kiss her again when the door opened to reveal a group of girls chattering. Thankfully they were too busy gossiping to notice us jump apart at the interruption and my spin to face the mirror. I glanced at Rachel in the mirror and saw she had backed into a cubicle and shut the door. I fluffed my hair and checked my make up before glaring at the girls staring at me.
"Problem?" I challenged, my voice icy and detached. They snuck quick glances at each other, fear etched on their faces. "Good. Now get out of my way." I took a step forward and they scattered out of my path. Once I was past them I smirked at their reactions and carried on walking. I stopped at my locker and pulled my phone out when I heard it beep.
Rachel: That was close. I think you terrified them, they hardy said a word while they were in there. I can't wait until Saturday. Two days is far too long! X
I quickly typed out my reply.
I wasn't happy they interrupted. They deserve to be terrified. I can't wait either. See you in Glee x
I slipped my phone away and took out my books for the afternoons lessons.
Glee was uneventful, except for Rachel constantly playing the hem of her skirt, causing it to keep rising higher and revealing more of her smooth thighs and distracting me to the point of abandon. I spent the next two days planning Saturday, determined that it was going to be memorable. Friday night rolled around and Santana and I went out to Breadsticks. It was really a thank you meal, for being there for me through everything. Of course, Santana being Santana, I couldn't exactly tell her that. She would get embarrassed and go quiet, or start insulting me. I used what little money I had brought with me to pay for it and only when we were walking home did I tell her what it was for. As predicted her cheeks flushed and she mumbled that it was no big deal. I linked my arm through hers, not letting her off the hook that easily. She blushed harder and scowled at me, breaking out into an infectious smile a second later.
"Are you and Rachel together?" I jumped as Finn stepped from the shadows, hands in his pockets, a dark look on his face. Santana just rolled her eyes at him and tapped her foot impatiently.
"Why is that any of your business?" I snapped at him, in no mood to be dealing with him. He glanced behind me and I fought the instinct to turn and look myself. Instead I shot a look at the window of the store front next to us; feigning boredom, and was glad when I couldn't see anyone but the three of us.
"It is my business because she is girlfriend!" My head whipped back around and I raised a mocking eyebrow at him. I could smell the alcohol on his breath and see the effects in his eyes.
"Is your memory lacking Finn? Have you so easily forgotten the fact that Rachel broke up with you? Or are you just delusional now?" I saw the twitch of his hands closing into fists and mentally rolled my eyes.
"You don't know what you're talking about. She loves me." He took a step closer to me and Santana stepped sideways to intercept him. I laid a hand on her shoulder, motioning for her to leave it to me. She frowned but moved back. He sent her a satisfied smirk, which she returned with a twist of sarcasm. "You know that she will never love you. You're just a grade 'A' bitch. She'll see through you and when she does, she'll come running back to me."
I couldn't help the laughter that bubbled from my chest. "You really are delusional. It must be the lack of air up there that is affecting your brain." His nostrils flared and a muscle in his jaw ticked erratically. I saw his eyes change, his pupils expanding rapidly, and when on the defence. He swung his arm up, his fist aiming for my cheek. I crouched slightly, just enough for it to pass over my head and reached up to blocked the punch after it would have connected. As I gripped his arm I twisted and used his own momentum to pin his hand against his back and push him against the glass. He struggled against the hold for a few seconds then conceded defeat and relaxed.
"Look Finn, I don't want to fight you. It's pointless. You can't sway Rachel's mind any more than I can. She makes her own decisions." I took a couple of steps back, putting a comfortable amount of distance between us. He rested his forehead on the window before turning and nodding gently. Then he raised his eyes to meet mine, a cold glare directed at me.
"Doesn't mean I have to like it. The two of you; it's unnatural. It's just wrong." His voice was emotionless and flat. I turned from him and held out my hand to Santana who was stood shooting daggers at the large boy. I felt the air shift and he was gone, lumbering away from us.
"Idiotic Man-Child." I heard San mumble and smirked, squeezing her hand a little tighter as we continued on our way home. When we got in, Santana sat in the lounge with her mother and started watching the TV. I excused myself and went upstairs to call Rachel. She answered on the second ring.
"Quinn?"
"You know most people and with hello or hey. It might not have been me," I couldn't help teasing her.
"But it was," came her reply, as if there really wasn't any other option. I laughed. "And I'm glad, I've missed you." I could see her in my mind's eye, biting her bottom lip in the way that she knows drives me crazy.
"I missed you too."
"How was your meal with Santana?" I heard the gentle squeak of the couch and guessed she'd just sat down in the living room.
"Fun. Though she didn't hit me when I told her why I was taking her out which is nice." I heard her chuckle quietly. I took a breath. "We saw Finn."
"What?!" she exclaimed too loud. "Are you ok? Did he do anything? What did he say? If he hurt you I will kill him!" I was expecting the barrage of questions, but not the protective threat. I inwardly smiled.
"Calm down sweetie. Everything is ok. He was just asking if we were together. I told it was none of his business." I wondered how much of what he said I should tell her. "He still thinks you are together, or will be together."
"That's ridiculous. I broke up with him!" She sounded a little angry.
"I know, that's what I told him…" I trailed off, unsure of what to say next.
"What else happened Quinn? I know there is something you aren't telling me." I sighed heavily.
"He tried to hit me." I winced at the shrill 'WHAT' that broke from the phone. "Tried Rach, tried. He didn't touch me. I think he was drunk. I'm fine, we're fine, and it's all fine." I smoothed out my voice, attempting to be as calm as possible. Rachel's breathing echoed down the line before she huffed loudly.
"It's not ok." I chuckled at the slight whine of her voice and knew I was winning.
"It is. Look, forget about tonight. Just think about tomorrow." It was shameless distraction but I knew it would work.
"What's happening tomorrow?" She teased. I smirked as I lay down on the bed, my head hitting the soft pillow.
"Oh wait, sorry I thought I was talking to my super-hot girlfriend. I must be mistaken. Who are you again?"
"Hey Fabray! Don't push it. Seriously, what are we doing tomorrow?" I chuckled at her impatience.
"You'll have to wait and see. I'll be there to pick you up at 11.30."
"Where are you taking me? What should I wear?" I could hear the pout in her voice and smiled.
"It's a surprise. And dress casual, but don't wear a skirt." She huffed again, this time playfully.
"Fine. But it better be good!" I let out a snort of laughter through my nose.
"Don't be such a brat." I heard her giggle and then stifle a yawn. "You should sleep sweetheart. I'll see you tomorrow." She hummed in agreement.
"Not if I see you first. Goodnight my love." I grinned as my heart skipped a beat.
"Sweet dreams dear."