There was something creepy about being in the school when no one else was there so Rachel stuck close to Quinn. The blonde didn't seem to have a problem being in the school when no one was there. She just walked through the halls like she normally did.
When they got to the glee room, they put their lunch on one of the chairs and sat on either side of it, facing forward just like they were waiting for Mr. Schue.
Rachel sipped her drink and stared forward, keeping her eyes to herself. Now that there were no distractions or anything to look at that was out of the ordinary, she found herself at a loss of something to say. She took a deep breath and turned her head, finding Quinn tapping her fingers on her cup and staring at the floor.
"I guess we should pick a song," Rachel suggested. She walked to the whiteboard and picked up a marker. She paused with the marker poised to write, "There's I Dreamed a Dream."
"It's too overdone," Quinn stated, taking her white cardboard box out of the bag and broke apart her chopsticks.
"Okay," Rachel brought her arm down and turned to Quinn, "Love song or angst song? I'm vetoing any and all comical songs right now."
The blonde thought it over mixing up her stir-fry. "It doesn't matter. It just has to sound good."
"Okay," Rachel turned back to the board and started writing. When she was done Quinn had a grand total of six songs to choose from, none of which she'd ever heard of.
"I'm not singing any of those songs," Quinn shook her head and stood up, "Especially not one from a play called 'The Best Little Whore House in Texas'."
Rachel had taken into account both of their vocal ranges, the duration and temp of the songs, and how well each song would show off their vocal abilities. She didn't take into account that Quinn might just flat out reject them all.
Rachel sighed, frustrated. She leaned onto the piano, "Fine. What suggestions do you have?"
"A song everyone knows," Quinn stated, walking toward the filing cabinet where all the music was kept. She set her food on top of it and opened the top drawer starting to rifle through.
"Britney Spears," Quinn called.
"No," Rachel said flat out, "Barbara Streisand."
"You wish." The blonde paused, "Christina Aguilera."
"Cher."
"Leona Lewis."
"Etta James."
"Ke$ha."
"Liza."
"I found it!" Quinn called. Rachel looked up from the piano and over at the blonde who was walking over to her holding two pieces of sheet music. She handed Rachel one and set hers on top of the piano.
"If we're going to sing this don't you think we should have the same sheet music?" Rachel looked at the paper Quinn hand and then at the one she had.
The head Cheerio shook her head, "We're doing a mash-up."
Rachel looked at the two songs and thought it over. The two songs were sung by the same person and as far as she could see the mash-up would sound pretty awesome. She glanced at Quinn who seemed like she was trying to hide her impatience for Rachel's verdict.
"This is a really great idea Quinn," Rachel had to admit it. A mash-up of Pat Benatar's "Love Is A Battlefield" and "Heartbreaker" would be perfectly contrasting, especially with their different types of voices and the songs were relatable.
Quinn just nodded and went back to the filing cabinet to get her lunch. Rachel pushed off of the piano. She had to get the music mixed together before they could start practicing so she walked into the little office Mr. Schue had right off of the glee room. She situated herself behind her computer and got to work.
Quinn noticed that Rachel hadn't touched her food. The blonde looked to Rachel who was now staring at the computer screen. Her eyes were hyper focused on the bars and sound waves that she has to splice and blend. She bit her lip and rested her chin on her palm.
A sigh escaped her lips as Quinn picked up Rachel's food and walked into the office. She set it down on the desk in front of her and turned on her heel, walking right back out the door.
Rachel momentarily took her eyes off of the screen to watch Quinn walk away. She smiled briefly before she turned back to the computer.
When Rachel finally finished, she found Quinn laying across a few of the red plastic chairs, staring at the ceiling. Instead of interrupting, Rachel put the CD she had just finished making into the CD player on the piano and sat on the piano bench.
The combined riffs of the beginning songs floated out of the speakers. Quinn turned her head toward the piano and saw Rachel sitting there on the bench with her hands folded between her knees. One of her legs was tilted in more than the other and her eyes were closed as she listened to the music for any imperfections.
A warm rush engulfed Rachel's body. She tilted her head up and opened her eyes knowing why she was suddenly so warm. Quinn's form engulfed her vision. The head Cheerio was standing right in front of her, looking down at her. She knew the look in Quinn's eye. It had been the same look that Rachel herself got in her eye right after Quinn brought her lunch to her.
However instead of waiting of Quinn to take action, Rachel placed her hands on the side of Quinn's knees and slowly ran them up her demin covered thighs until her fingers pushed up the shirt Quinn was wearing exposing her lean stomach. Rachel leaned forward and gently kissed the area right above the top of Quinn's jeans.
The simple action caused a moan to erupt from Quinn's throat. She felt her jeans instantly become looser and when she looked down, she saw that Rachel had already unbuttoned the top button and was in the process of pulling the zipper down, slowly revealing the light pink panties underneath.
Even though Quinn knew this was exactly where they were going to end up, she didn't think Rachel would go that fast. Her head fell back as Rachel nipped at the skin right above the top of the panties. "What are you doing?" Quinn breathed, feigning like she hadn't planned for something like this to happen.
Rachel tugged the jeans down a few inches and played with the hem of the panties, still teasing the skin above it. Against the tender skin, her lips were currently press to Rachel mumbled, "Exactly what you want me to."
That statement gave Quinn a funny feeling in her stomach. It wasn't the excited, sexual excitement Rachel usually gave her. She couldn't quite place it so she pushed it aside and looked down at Rachel who seemed to be thinking, her hands paused, curled over the top of Quinn's leans.
Before Quinn could ask her what was wrong Rachel stood up and buttoned Quinn's jeans. Rachel took her hand and pulled her out of the classroom.
"Where are we going?" Quinn asked, allowing Rachel to lead her and surprisingly loving that she's walking with down the hallway holding hands with Rachel.
"We can't have sex in the glee room," Rachel explained in her usual over explicative way. "There's no where to lay down but the floor which is quite frankly disgusting. Plus there are no walls that don't have something on them and if I ever want to be able to concentrate in glee again, we can't do it in the chairs." She pulled open the door to the theatre and led Quinn backstage. They walked to the middle of the stage and Rachel dropped Quinn's hand.
Quinn watched at Rachel walked along the floor, staring intently at it. She apparently found what she was looking for when she knelt down and pulled open a small metal cover that Quinn had never noticed before. Under the cover was what looked to be a handle of some sort. Rachel pulled on it and a small door in the stage floor opened up. Quinn peered down into the hole, but couldn't see much down there. It looked pretty deep.
"Is this like a dungeon or something?" Quinn asked, looking at Rachel who was looking into the hole.
Rachel laughed, "Definitely not. Now do you want to go first or shall I?"
"Go first?" Quinn asked, "I can't see down there."
"I guess you're just going to have to trust me," Rachel added quietly. Her voice had more insecurity in it than she wanted it to.
Quinn felt Rachel's eyes probing her face for an answer so she nodded, "Alright. Are there stairs or what?"
Rachel held out her hand to Quinn and the blonde tentatively took it.
"When we jump try to land on your butt or your back," Rachel explained.
At the word just Quinn's eyes grew wide. Rachel saw this and giggled. Rachel pushed onto her toes and captured Quinn's lips in a sweet, yet enticing kiss. As she pulled away she gently ran her teeth over Quinn's bottom lip. She stayed close and whispered, "I'll make it worth your while."
"Okay let's go," Quinn could barely choke out. She had no doubt that Rachel was going to make it more than worth her while.
"One, two, three," Rachel counted for Quinn's benefit before jumping and feeling the blonde do the same next to her.
Quinn closed her eyes and waited to hit something hard. However her jump slowed to a stop when they hit one of the softest things she'd ever felt. She felt Rachel's hand disappear from her own. Before she could ask Rachel where she was going, she felt the shorter girl straddling her and their lips crashing together.
It was pitch dark under the stage sans the small amount of light coming through the trap door. Quinn felt her other senses heighten. The smell that is distinctly Rachel drifted up her nose and floated around in her brain until all cognitive thoughts in her brain were gone. She felt Rachel lean back and heard some clothes rustling before Rachel pinned her to the soft surface under them with a kiss.
Quinn's hands went to Rachel's back where she came into contact with bare skin. All the air rushed out of her lungs as she ran her hands up Rachel's back realizing that Rachel had removed her shirt and bra in about half the time it would have taken Quinn to get it off.
Rachel moved her lips back down to the space between the bottom of Quinn's shirt and the top of her jeans. Rachel focused solely on Quinn's stomach for a while, kissing, licking, and biting every inch of taunt skin that was exposed. The Cheerio heard Rachel softly hum while she did it and could swear that she heard Rachel murmur, "So beautiful," at least twice.
"Rach," Quinn moaned, trying to convey a need that was difficult to express.
Since they'd been doing this for a while, Rachel knew exactly what she meant. She soon moved back up to Quinn's lips, starting to liberate Quinn from her jeans.
She was surprised when Quinn's hands went straight to her breasts, kneading and massaging them until Rachel's breathing got so ragged that had to break the kiss and rest her head on Quinn's shoulder to catch her breath.
Quinn let out a smug smirk into the dark. She knew how to make Rachel squirm and moan and she loved it. However she wasn't ready for Rachel to recover so fast and plunge her hand down the front of her jeans and bypass her panties, sliding two deft fingers straight into her.
"Oh god Rach," Quinn breathed and started squirming.
It was Rachel's turn to smugly smirk.
After that it didn't take long for Quinn's voice to echo off of the theatre walls. Rachel gently kissed Quinn on the lips and kissed her face and neck until her breathing was back to normal. Then she disappeared. Quinn heard clothes shuffling again and then Rachel's shuffling steps away from her.
Suddenly a soft light filled the small space. Quinn looked around. Her eyes stopped on Rachel who was standing next to a lamp that was on the concrete floor, fully clothed. Quinn looked under her and saw that she was laying on a huge stack of the Cheerio's spare practice mats.
She slowly slid off of the mats and adjusted her shirt and bra before buttoning and zipping her jeans. Then she walked over to where Rachel was. There was a smaller stack of mats next to the lamp and a stack of books next to that.
"What is this place?" Quinn asked, looking at Rachel.
The songstress smiled softy, "This is the orchestra pit. Since we don't have an orchestra, it gets used as Cheerio's storage. And since you guys get new stuff all the time, everyone pretty much forgot about this stuff. I usually come down here after someone slushies me or the insults get really bad…" her voice faded out at the end and her head tilted down a little bit. She looked up at Quinn with innocent, sad eyes and offered a small smile, "You showed me your secret hideout. This is mine."
Quinn had the undeniable urge to hug Rachel, but instead of acting on it, she looked around again. "It's pretty cool."
"Not as cool as a your brother-in-laws movie theatre," Rachel answered, kneeling down to straighten her stack of books.
"At least here you won't accidentally run into my sister," Quinn gave an awkward chuckled before looking up at the door they jumped through. "Um, how are we going to get out?"
Rachel pointed to the other end of the orchestra pit and there was a little door at the other end. "We should probably start practicing anyway."
Quinn nodded and followed Rachel out of the theatre and back into the glee room so they could start rehearsing.