Had to change the rating to a T because people complained the wasn't any sexy times and swearing doesn't count but I finally wrote a lil sum-sumthin. Back to M! Don't get too excited though, here's a short chapter for now. :)
Charlie sat up. It was a dream. She wasn't at school today. Rachel didn't invite her over to spend the night. Charlie hasn't won the fight. Rachel hasn't picked her. She groaned and moved to lay back down. Margo barged into her room.
"Who is this Rachel girl?" Margo closed the door.
"Margo, Franklin and my mom-"
"Franklin went out to get groceries with your mother," Margo grinned as she walked over to the Fabray. "Answer my question,"
"Margo," Charlie spoke again, getting out of bed and looked for her pants. "I'm not doing this with you anymore,"
Margo grabbed Charlie's shirt and pulled her closer. Their lips brushed against each other lightly. Charlie let out a short breath and watched Margo move her hands under her soon-to-be sister-in-law's shirt.
"Let's take this off, Charlotte,"
Charlie closed her eyes and put her arms up, allowing Margo pull the shirt off. Margo kissed Charlie's shoulder softly and slowly moved down the younger girl's body. Charlie looked down at watched as Margo pulls Charlie's briefs down to her ankles. The girl kissed up one of Charlie's legs and stopped at her thigh.
"Answer me, Charlotte. Who is Rachel and who are you," she slid her hands up the back of Charlie's legs and Charlie shivered at the girl's touch.
"She's nobody," she saw Margo smirk and continue to kiss up her thigh, "and I am yours,"
Margo stood up and smacked Charlie across the face. Charlie winced and Margo grabbed the blonde's chin to make Charlie look at her. "Again,"
"I'm yours, Margo," Charlie said again and Margo smiled innocently, walking over to the drawer.
Margo grabbed the strap-on and shoved it into Charlie's chest. Charlie put it on and tightened the straps. She obeyed every word Margo told her. The first time they did it, Charlie was drunk. It was just for fun, Margo said. They were good friends, Franklin hasn't met her yet so Charlie took the opportunity. Then she realized she enjoyed it, and she finally felt at home with Margo. She belonged. It went on for years. Then Margo met Franklin and the two hit it off. Charlie felt a little bit jealous but she knew she shouldn't have been because Margo was hers and she knew that Margo wouldn't stop what they had. Then Franklin asked Margo to marry him, and even if she accepted the proposal, Margo still had Charlie in the palm of her hand. Charlie didn't want to continue, because she loves Franklin, and she was always taught that family comes first. But she loved Margo. She loves Margo.
"Fuck me, Charlotte," Margo was naked now and bending over for Charlie with both hands against the wall.
Charlie's eyes darkened and she grabbed Margo's hips roughly, slamming her favorite dildo all the way into Margo's wet pussy. She started to thrust deep and hard, wrapping her arm around Margo's waist and holding Margo close to her. Charlie had her other hand on top of Margo's against the wall. Charlie leaned her chin on Margo's shoulder and listened to the older girl moan and beg for more.
"Fuck me like you mean it, Charlotte," Margo whispered and Charlie obeyed, "oh yes, Charlie, just like that, baby,"
Charlie moaned as she stood up straight and pushed Margo's head forward so Margo's face was against the wall. Charlie smacked Margo's ass and grabbed a handful of red hair. She fucked Margo roughly, making her scream Charlie's name over and over. Charlotte hated that she loved it, but a part of her was glad Margo always stayed. Margo moved one her hands to the back and tried to grab at Charlie's body. Charlie pulled out and turned Margo around, lifting her and pushing her against the wall again. She slid back into her and continued to fuck Margo. Margo wrapped her arms and legs around the blonde tightly. Her body began to move up and down and she felt her back burning but Margo was almost there.
"Make me cum, baby," Margo tilted her head back and moaned loudly.
Charlie watched as Margo's body bounced up and down against her. Her breasts jiggled in front of the Fabray's face and Charlie growled slightly. She knew Margo was hers and only hers. Nobody could take Margo from her, not even her brother. And then with just one thought, everything went hazy. Charlie stopped moving and stared at the wall. Rachel; she was thinking about Rachel. Margo looked at Charlie and played with the blonde hair. Margo asked her what was wrong but Charlie didn't reply. She slid out of her and put her down gently.
"Get out," Charlie spoke as she undid the strap on and throw it to the side.
"What's wrong with you, Charlie," Margo wrapped her arms around her and kissed Charlie's chin softly, "come on, baby,"
"I'm not in the mood, Margo, please," she pushed Margo away gently and heard her scoff.
"Fuck you, Charlotte. Ever since that stupid Rachel girl came into the picture, you've been acting so fucking weird," Margo put on her clothes and stormed out.
Charlie closed the door and went back to bed. She couldn't do this anymore. Not to Rachel. Not anymore.
"I think I wanna be a Cheerio," Maria spoke and her friend Marley looked at the Latina.
"What are you talking about, Maria?" Marley chuckled at the thought.
"I want to bring my sister down," Maria spoke nonchalantly as she continued doing her homework.
"Are you serious? I can't tell if you are," Marley frowned at her friend.
"Dead serious," Maria looked up and Marley saw in her eyes that she was.
"I didn't even know you could, I don't know, dance. I mean, why not join the Glee club, Maria?"
Maria was in so many clubs at school but she was too shy to join Glee club, let alone the Cheerios squad. She bit at her pen and thought 'what if'. She smiled at an idea and thanked Marley.
"For what?" Marley was confused.
Santana was walking down the hallway, minding her own business when she saw her twin sister talking to two Cheerios at the end of the hall. It was the twins, Mason and Madison McCarthy. Santana was confused but she let it slide. Her sister wasn't thinking of joining her squad. Or was she?
She had a date with Rachel tonight and that was enough to make her smile. She was willing to do anything to make Rachel happy. She kept telling herself that Rachel was different, and that she was who she deserved. When her ex-girlfriend, Katherine, died a year ago, she thought she would never feel this way about anyone again. She walked to her locker and sighed happily at the thought of Rachel. She needed Rachel. She believed that Rachel could change her. She believed that she would finally find happiness in the short singer. She just needed a plan to take down the Fabrays. She looked up at Maria still laughing at a thing Mason said. She had to find a way to take down her twin sister too.
Quinn found new friends in the Glee club. She never knew that she would ever feel like she belonged in a club like this. As she sat with some of the other members of Glee club and listened to them talk about which songs they would like to perform next, she watched Rachel at the piano with Blaine. They were planning a duet together and Quinn smiled at how happy Rachel looked when she sings. She could tell that this is all Rachel wanted. At first Quinn's intentions were to get to Rachel and only Rachel. But she found her place in Glee club and now only wants Rachel to succeed. All she wants to do now is help Rachel follow her dream. Deep inside she hopes she is part of that dream.
Santana walks in and Quinn's smile fades. She watches Santana stand behind Rachel and snuck a present onto the piano keys. Rachel giggles and opens the box to see a charm for her bracelet. Blaine smiles and tells them that they look cute together. Santana smiles proudly at Rachel and then looks right at Quinn. She smirks at the blonde and Quinn scowls at her cheerleading captain. 'Two can play at that game, bitch', Quinn thought.
Santana and Quinn's silent showdown was interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Um, Mr. Schue, could I audition for the Glee club?"
At that moment, they all knew; Maria Lopez had the upper hand.