A/N: So trying something a bit different again, with the introduction of song (it is Glee after all).
The song used is Cheryl Cole 'Call my name' and the outfit Rachel wears is from the music video if you want a clearer visual. Lyrics are in italics.
There is some smutty goodness ahead, in case it's not your thing and you wish to avert your innocent eyes.
The reviews from the last chapter, I could have cried. Thank you so much for your continued support. I love the book love, maybe I'll have to cover another leg of the book tour. Also, woo-hoo 100 favourites.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, don't mean offence, I'm just having a little bit of fun.
Vogue: behind the scenes
'Hello and welcome to a special edition of behind the scenes with me Kurt Hummel. Many of you may know me from my blog and my work with Vogue and it's my pleasure to be giving them this exclusive behind the scenes look at the 'must-haves' collaboration premiere fashion show.'
Kurt keeps talking into the camera that follows him around the backstage area, he explains about the project and the different designers, as he makes his way towards the rails of clothes. Kurt riffles through them, pulling out various items, giving the details of who, what, where and why of each. He knows he's talking too much, going into too much detail and that they'll cut down the footage for the final edit but he wants to give them plenty to work with and to choose from.
'It's a wonderful mix of new and well known designers. Here we have Vera Wangs take on the classic little black dress, isn't it divine, I wish you could feel this, the material is just wonderful. Believe me ladies this is worth every penny. These beautifully fitted shirts are by new designer Jeana Karwoski and when I say fitted I mean she has designed these for women with curves and of course these amazing blazers by yours truly.'
He moves further around the backstage area, pointing out various models and crew, hairstylists, make-up artists, coming to a stop in front of a stylists chair where Rachel Berry is sat in a robe, with her hair up and glasses, as she flicks through a magazine waiting. The camera shakes as it is handed to Kurt and Quinn comes into view.
'Hey, what are you doing, where are you going?'
'This is my stop Kurt, I'll only slow you down, go on without me.' Quinn deadpans as she makes her way over to Rachel, running a hand across the back of the girls neck as she leans in and places a quick kiss on the brunettes lips.
'Hey sweetheart.'
'Hi.'
An exasperated sigh is heard from the boy as he steadies the camera, bringing it back into focus on Rachel who beams into the camera as Kurt continues with his commentary.
'Here we have the gorgeous Rachel Berry who will be opening the festivities this evening. Rachel how are you feeling about tonight?'
'As a consummate professional I feel more than ready to dazzle the audience tonight Kurt.'
'Modest as always. Quinn what about you, you're going to be photographing the show tonight and watching Rachel perform, any nerves?'
Quinn has taken a seat in the chair next to Rachel and has been fiddling with a camera, fitting a new lens, but she lowers it into her lap as she looks up and meets Rachels eyes, the pair smiling at each other.
'Nope, she'll be amazing as always.'
'Eugh, you two are sickening. It's enough to make me want to go and join some models in the bathroom to throw up. Speaking of which I need to go and check the running order with Mark, later ladies . . . Rachel FYI love the glasses.'
Rachels smile turns shy, as Quinn gave her a knowing look and mouths 'told you'.
'Thank you Kurt.'
They were relaxing in the apartment, Quinn was laying on the couch sketching, her feet in Rachels lap, who was sat on the other end of the couch reading through scripts. The blonde felt the other girl fidget and sigh, causing her legs to shift and her pencil to move across the page erratically once again.
'Rachel, for Gods sake will you just wear your glasses.'
'I don't need them.'
'Sweetheart, you keep moving and making me make mistakes, if you're struggling to read the scripts just put them on.'
'Fine I'll go put my contacts in.'
'Why? You're only reading for a bit, just wear the glasses.'
Rachel sighs heavily as she stands, she moves to walk past Quinn but feels the blonde grasp her hand, stopping her.
'What's the problem.'
'Nothing.'
Quinn gripped harder as Rachel went to move away, keeping hold of the girls hand she moves to sit up, placing her pad and pencil down on the coffee table and she looks up at the girl.
'Rachel what's wrong.'
The other girl averted her gaze from Quinn, biting the inside of her cheek and staying silent for a few moments. She moves back slightly and sits down, perching on the edge of the coffee table so she is sat in front of Quinn. She keeps her gaze down, away from the other girls, focusing instead on the her own hands which are now fidgeting together in her lap.
'I don't like wearing them.'
'You never said anything, are they uncomfortable, are the contacts uncomfortable?'
'The contacts are fine it's . . . the glasses I don't . . . I look like a geek.'
'I don't understand.'
'I don't like them, I don't want to wear them . . . I look like a loser.'
'Rach.' Quinn sighed, reaching out until she has both of Rachels hands in hers, gently running her thumbs over the backs of them until she feels the other girl start to calm down and relax.
'Where has this come from?'
Rachel just shrugs and she keeps her eyes down, focused on their hands as she continues to avoid Quinns gaze. She really has no idea where this was coming from, she shouldn't care what people think, she wears contacts most nights when she performs, pretty much everyone has contacts or glasses now. But there was a part of her nevertheless that felt uncomfortable, like the weakness in sight was a reflection on her, that the glasses made her less desirable, that they alerted people to her previous status as a loser, an outcast. It was irrational she knew, and vain, and silly, to think and worry about what other people thought to that extent but the thoughts were there and she hadn't been able to shake them.
She felt a hand cup her cheek and pull her head up until she met sincere and tender hazel eyes.
'I don't know what's going on here but you look anything but a loser and a geek. They are just glasses and you are beautiful with or without them Rachel.'
Rachel exhaled, she can see the honesty in Quinns eyes and tries to let the words and the sincerity with which they are said sink in. The blondes thumb runs across her cheek and fingertips massage at the back of her neck and she can't help but relax into the caress. She just soaks everything in for a few minutes before taking a deep breath and nodding slightly.
'Ok.'
Kurt and Quinn had made their way towards their seats, in the front row about halfway along the side of the runway. Quinn is adjusting the settings on her camera while Kurt fidgets nervously next to her, shuffling in his chair as he looks around the room and taps his finger against the ipad in his lap.
'Nervous?'
'Like you wouldn't believe. Opening the launch show . . . there are some big names in this collaboration and even here tonight . . . it's a big deal.'
'Kurt you're a well-known and successful designer, you've had countless outfits grace red carpets it'll be fine.'
Kurt sighs, stilling his movements as he turns to face the blonde.
'I know but this is a big deal, opening a fashion show like this, it's new territory for me and as they say, you're only as good as your last headline.'
'It's going to be wonderful Kurt, your designs are amazing, Rachel is going to wow them in those amazing designs and I'm going to take awesome pictures of her in those amazing designs. So, deep breath, keep tweeting and we'll get through this.'
'Yes, fine, you're so bossy Fabray.'
'You love it.'
They return to their respective pieces of technology and a few moments pass before the lights began to dim and the murmur of the crowd dies down. The back of the stage lights up so that the silhouettes of Rachel, stood in the centre, and a few of the models either side of her can be seen. As the beat and opening chords of the music is played out, the screen draws back to reveal them and Rachel moves forward along the runway as she begins to sing.
How'd you think I feel when you call my name
You got me confused by the way I've changed
How'd you think I feel when you call my name
My name, say my name baby
The brunette stops at the end of the runway, lights are flashing from the cameras all around and Quinn is equally snapping away capturing as much of the action as possible. The other models begin to walk out and around the girl, each wearing a different outfit centred around the blazer Kurt has designed.
It's the love you save for the way I know we've been apart
It's an endless circle of poison arrow to my heart
Sayin' I, I love what you do to me, need you to stay with me
I, I love you too much to let go
Rachels moves back towards the halfway point of the runway, almost in line with where Kurt and Quinn are sat. She wears a blazer like the other models but the design is slightly different, the material is a bright and bold print, buttoned tightly at the middle to cover the girl, but whenever Rachel moves flashes and slivers of tanned skin and the matching print bra she wears underneath can be seen. Kurt has also put her in bold print skin tight short shorts, mismatched to the print of the blazer, and topped off with a pair of neon coloured heels that only help to elongate and draw attention to those amazing legs that Quinn now can't tear her eyes from.
How'd you think I feel when you call my name
You got me confused by the way I've changed
How'd you think I feel when you call my name
My name, say my name baby.
'Rachel.'
Rachel was awoken by movement, by the feel of her name being whispered against her lips. Opening her eyes wearily she can't make much out, only really seeing darkness and a hint of movement from indistinguishable shapes, lips are pressed back to hers more firmly. She closes her eyes again, recognising and knowing the feel and taste of the tongue that runs across her lips. Fingertips grazed over her hip, under the hem of her tank top, pressing on her bare skin before gripping her side. Those lips are on hers again that tongue pushing for entrance that she readily gives and is rewarded with another squeeze to her side and a moan.
'Honey, wha-'
She's cut off by another insistent kiss. Remembering she has hands she moves one into short locks that she knows are blonde and the other reaches out for any other contact it can find, her hand finding a bare knee near her hip. She's almost awake now, her brain piecing together what's going on, as her hand moves up a naked thigh. She keeps running it up expecting to meet resistance, fabric of some sort but it's just bare, hot skin as she reaches Quinns hip and runs her hand back over the perfect curve of the girls ass.
Rachel wonders if this lacking of clothing is all over and releases the grip she has on the blonde hair to run her fingers down the column of Quinns throat, pausing for a moment on the point at which she can feel skin jump rhythmically against her fingertips. Continuing down she stops again at the protrusion of a collarbone, circling her fingers around it a few times, earning her a moan from the girl above her, before finally she starts to feel the swell of a breast and grazes a hardened nipple. As she runs her thumb back over the peak, she registers movement under her other hand, the one still on Quinns ass, feeling the other girl thrust her hips forward, effectively humping the air between them and releasing another moan.
Rachel lets her fingers continue to tease down and around the curve of the girls breast, before stretching her hand, splaying her fingers, trying to maximise the contact around the flesh and squeezing. Quinns thrusts finally make contact with Rachels thigh, leaving a wet strip on her skin.
'Fuck Quinn.'
Rachel can't help the words which are husked out into their kiss, she squeezes Quinns ass now, drawing her to slide against her thigh again.
'I need you Rachel.'
Her husked words are like a starters pistol to the brunette as she flips their positions. Straddling Quinns waist Rachel breaks their kiss pulling back enough so she can remove her tank top. As soon as it's over her head it's thrown dismissively to the floor as she leans back down to capture panting and swollen lips. She feels Quinns hands tangle into her hair, gripping her neck and nails scratch at her scalp. Her own hands are running over the skin of the other girls sides and stomach, absorbing the feeling and twitch of tight muscles contracting at her touch. Her hands move up, each cupping a breast and squeeze more firmly this time, a thumb grazing over each nipple. Quinn breaks the kiss as she gasps, tilting her head back as she arches and writhes beneath the brunette.
Rachel feels a hand caress down her back, as she kisses and licks at the taut exposed throat before her. Fingers hook into the waistband of her underwear and a husked command of 'off' is uttered along with a tug at the material. She moves and pulls back enough to comply with the request, pushing the garment down past her knees, kicking it the rest of the way off as she leans forward to place open mouthed kisses to the stomach she was caressing moments ago. She moves up the body beneath her, positioning herself to the side, one of Quinns thighs between her own, as she licks up and over the curve of a breast, wrapping her lips around the nipple that she reaches. The blonde arches up again at the sensation, her hips bucking up and marking Rachels thigh with her wetness again.
'Rachel.'
Rachel trails a hand down the other girls side, over her hips and between Quinns thighs. Her fingers run through the slickness, once, twice, before she sinks two fingers into the wetness, giving the blonde a moment as she arches up once again, gasping an intake of breath. She can feel fingers tangle and grip in her hair as she draws her fingers back and forth in long slow thrusts.
The fingers in her hair pull her away from the attention she's been lavishing on the girls breasts and she's brought up to meet parted lips. Easing into the heated kiss she lets her body relaxes and press more into Quinns, unable to hold back the moan at the additional contact and pressure of Quinns thigh against her own centre every time the blonde rhythmically bucks her hips.
She absorbs the sounds and sensations of the rhythm they've quickly established, the feel of Quinns inner walls tightening as just her fingertips remain inside the girl, the hard roll of hips as Rachels fingers push inside to her knuckles, the loud exhale of breath that goes with that and the high soft groan that boarders on a whine when Rachels pulls her fingers back until they are barely inside, the deepening flush she knows is spreading across the girls chest and the matching colour she can feel radiating from the blondes cheeks.
They're barely kissing now, more panting into each other mouths as their lips occasionally brush together. Rachel can feel the growing burn in her forearm but the increasing resistance and tightness that the movement of her fingers is met with spurs her on, fuelling her own arousal as she shamelessly rides Quinns thigh in time with her movements.
'Quinn.'
'Rachel.'
When you call my name
Say my name baby
The music stops and applause erupts from the crowd, breaking through Quinns thoughts and jolting her back to the present. She joins everyone around her in giving the brunette and the models on stage a standing ovation, slipping into her own little world again for a quick moment as Rachels eyes meets hers.
A nudge from Kurt next to her brings her back to reality, and he nods towards the camera in her hands, reminding her of the job she's supposed to be doing as she brings it to eye level and quickly begins to snap pictures of the still standing crowd.
As the stage clears Quinn and Kurt remain in their seats, having agreed with Rachel that they would wait out front for the brunette.
'Can you share the photos with me now so I can get some up on the blog?'
'Sure.' Quinn begins to fiddle with her camera and Kurt huddles over his ipad as the photos upload and he begins to scroll through them.
'Oh no Quinn, not again. Why are half of these pictures of Rachels legs and ass?'
'You put her in shorts Kurt. Shorts! Have you seen her legs?'
'If I hadn't on numerous occasions before I certainly have from every angle now thanks to your wonderful photography.'
'Yeah, they are good. I especially like that one.'
'Not the point Fabray. Can you please sort through these and re-send me the ones which are not going to result in me ending up on some kind of register if the police raid my computer.'
'I suppose.'
A/N2: Reviews and comments result in happy dances.
Ok, so I'm still ahead of myself so there'll be another update, same bat place, same bat day, next week.
I wrote a couple of flashbacks the other day but they are a little more serious/drama potential, if I can find a place for them, are people up for that? I will add that it is more to see how they would handle certain situations, it's not so much drama for them as a couple per se it's just life, stuff happens you know and there's big things I feel I should attempt to deal with, even if it's just for my benefit like Quinn coming out to Judy or tying up the whole Rachel/Finn thing. Anyway I can give firm assurance that Faberry is here to stay in this story. But something a little more serious, yay or nay?
