Hmmm... ok, I took less time this time. lol! And the chapter is bigger. :)
Anyway, I want to say something because of the reviews I'm always getting:
- sorry, Finchel break-up is going to take a long time to happen;
- and Faberry talking/realizing her feelings is not going to be soon either.
Plus, it's going to happen something that I just know you're all gonna hate. Please, don't give up on the story, everything will fix eventually. It's not in this chapter yet, though.
Chapter XIII – Damn you
Tuesday. Quinn had just parked her car in the parking lot and picked her cheerio jacket from the backseat before getting out taking her books. She felt very tired because of the little sleep she had gotten that night and her circles were hidden behind a lot of make-up. It was a cold morning of early November and she slipped her jacket on to keep warm, looking up at the sky she realized it was probably going to rain hard that day. It certainly didn't help the bad mood she was at.
That's because only one thing would help and that was seeing Rachel. Seriously, Quinn had tried, all night, over and over again, she had tried to understand what the hell was going on, but she just couldn't. Because even though it made no sense, she still wanted the little diva, she wanted to kiss her and keep her close. She was actually dying to see what she was wearing to school today, she was wondering if she was really bringing a skirt and how short it would be and then she was just wondering if she would get the chance to be alone with her.
All her thoughts were wrong and she knew. More than wrong they were ridiculous, after all Quinn was sure she was straight. Hell, she was even a mother that must mean something. The hormones excuse was absolutely pathetic and she knew that as well, but she still wanted to keep her little affair with the brunette. Maybe she could stick to their drunken goal of reaching the 'no thinking' stage. Thinking was immensely overrated anyway.
The head cheerleader was definitely pleased when she saw a brunette head standing next to Rachel's locker. Her smile fell for a second when she thought it was just really a brunette next to Rachel's locker, but then it grew even wider when she realized it was really the diva. The diva in a striped black and white sweater and leggings. No skirt, no jeans, no shorts, nothing, all she was wearing was a sweater and leggings. Well, she did have boots on too and a white scarf around her neck.
"I think you're going to cause an uprising in McKinley today." Quinn whispered to Rachel before she could notice her, which made the brunette jump and drop the book she was retrieving from her locker. She quickly sank to pick the book and the blonde's eyebrow disappeared in her hairline when the sweater exposed far too much. Damn, the things she wanted to do with that girl right there in the middle of the hall. "And now I'm sure…" She added in a lower tone that the brunette didn't hear.
"Quinn! You scared me." Rachel finally looked to Quinn and her face was flustered, the cheerleader just grinned and took a step forward to get into her personal space.
"Well, good morning. I thought you had told me you were wearing a skirt today." The blonde commented, using all her self control to stay standing in front of Rachel with her hands on her hips instead of pushing her up against the lockers and attack her lips.
"Don't you like it?" The brunette asked, her voice accusing her insecurity more than her shiny brown eyes looking expectantly to the taller girl.
The cheerleader couldn't really reply for some seconds, just licking her lips while she carefully checked out again, those legs absolutely exposed and that sweater that looked much better than her usual awkward clothing. Who knew Rachel Berry actually had fashionable clothes in her closet? And more, who knew that she could pull them off this well? "I never said that." Quinn finally managed to say, shooting a meaningful look to the girl. "You're actually threatening me to forget we are at school and not in my room."
To this Rachel took a step back carefully to put a secure distance between them so she was sure the blonde wouldn't suddenly jump to kiss her there in the middle of the hallway. Not that she wouldn't love it in some way, but she truly didn't want that kind of exposition. "Well, we do need to work on our song." The diva said grinning slightly and tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"We do. And yesterday I worked in splitting the parts of the song that each of us is singing and even thought up some parts of the choreography. I was thinking I could show you what I did during lunch time and then we could work after my cheerleading." Quinn suggested laying her back against the lockers and opening her cheerio's jacket since it wasn't as cold inside as it was outside.
Rachel was taken back that the other girl had put so much thought into it already. Usually she would be the crazy one with the work all done before the rest could even start thinking of what they wanted. But now, there was Quinn Fabray doing all the work for a duet in Glee. "Well, I think that's a good idea. I'm definitely surprised by your commitment to this." The brunette took her books for the next class from her locker and closed it. "I mean, I haven't even done anything." She confessed in a guilty voice.
"Well, who would have thought?" The cheerleader replied sarcastically, with a smirk in her lips. "But it's ok. I'm going to surprise you. You'll see what Quinn Fabray can do." Rachel smiled and they both started walking side to side to the next class, English, which they had together. "You know, you look older with those clothes, like you're 20 or something."
The diva laughed and looked up at the blonde. "Thanks for the compliment. I wish I was that age already, I would be out of this soul-sucking town by now." Quinn wanted to ignore the fact that her words had made her held her breath for a while. Rachel would be gone someday, forever, she probably wouldn't ever see her again once she left.
"Well, you're almost there." The cheerleader said trying to act like everything was fine and that she wasn't flipping out with the thought of never seeing the brunette again. "Are you ever going to come back here once you leave?" She couldn't help the question, it was out of her mouth before she could do so.
Rachel just shrugged, unknowing of what was going through the blonde's head. "I guess so, I mean, to visit my parents, maybe some of the old friends." That made the blonde feel a little bit better, at least it wouldn't be a forever, right? Maybe she wouldn't even care when the time came.
They got to class and Quinn sat on the front row with Rachel instead of sitting in her usual desk with another cheerio from her squad. The girl didn't look pleased when she got to the classroom and find out the head cheerleader wasn't going to sit next to her, not that she craved for Quinn's company, but it was important for popularity to sit next to her. The blonde just ignored her, while Rachel felt eyes burning holes in her back, but it felt nice, because she realized the HBIC of the school was choosing to sit next to her. And more than that behind locked doors.
Rachel had just got out of her last class before lunch time when Quinn appeared in front of her, apparently out of nowhere. How did she got here so fast? Wasn't she having classes as well? Her thoughts were quickly interrupted when she saw the blonde smiling to her and then grabbing her hand and pulling her towards an empty classroom without a word. The diva certainly didn't care about the fact that Quinn was forgetting they should have lunch, mostly because watching her cheerio's skirt swaying with her quick steps was making Rachel desire for an entirely different type of lunch.
The cheerleader turned around to face the brunette once they got into the classroom and was surprised to see that dark glint in her eyes which she had learnt the meaning just yesterday. How was it possible that suddenly everything about Rachel Berry seemed so sexy to her? She bit her lip, trying to fight the will of pushing her against the wall and attack her neck while running her hands under that damn sexy sweater she was wearing. "Rach… we should work…"
Quinn could see that smirk slowly forming on the diva's lips, it was like she thought 'work' was a code word for extreme make-out sessions. Well, it actually kind of was, but that was why she had told her earlier that during the lunch time she would show what she had done and later, after practice, they would work. Now should be the time to work because they were at school and it was more likely that they got caught, but the danger was sexy as well…
Rachel just kept the smirk on her face and sat on the top of one of the desks raising an eyebrow at Quinn. "Let's work then. It's not like we have a lot of time until Friday." They did, they had agreed on spending all their free time that week working on the duet, they had enough time to work and to fool around. Damn her!
"Damn you." The blonde groaned under her breath and turned to the door to cover the window that would allow the students passing by to see what was going on inside of the classroom. The hallways were empty at this hour anyway, everyone was in the cafeteria. With two long steps the cheerleader was suddenly right in front of Rachel, her eyes full of that hungry look that the brunette loved so much.
Rachel didn't wait for the blonde to make up her mind, instead she grabbed her face and smashed her lips against hers. Quinn was fast to slip her hand under her sweater, around her waist, and press their bodies closer, the brunette helped her out wrapping both her legs around the cheerio's body. She let out a moan when the blonde's body was pressed against her center and the immediate reaction of wanting more scared her enough to pull away from Quinn. "Maybe we should really work…" The diva said in such a husky tone that even herself was surprised. The blonde just looked at her with a confused expression while the brunette untangled her legs. "I just don't really want to get caught…"
The blonde simply nodded, definitely confused about that sudden change and actually feeling very needy now that she couldn't kiss her. Damn you, Rachel Berry. Quinn decided she couldn't keep staying that close to the brunette if she wasn't going to kiss her, so she took a step back and then went around the table and sat down on a chair. The diva also quietly got off the table and sat in front of her, Rachel was dying for how much she actually wanted to kiss her.
"So…" Quinn said taking a deep breath and trying to remain calm without jumping on the girl standing in front of her. She turned to her books and took a sheet of paper out of them before turning back to Rachel and placing it on the table. "Here, I printed the lyrics and then divided the song: parts you sing, parts I sing and parts we both sing." The brunette picked up the sheet and looked at it for a while. The division was pretty simple, in both 1st verses, Quinn would sing the first two lines and Rachel would sing the last two. Then they would sing the 2nd verses together, just as most of the chorus, where the only lines they didn't sing together was the 2nd, sang by the blonde, and the 4th, sang by the brunette. And that was it, the rest of the song was sung together. The division had been made not because she thought it would be better for her to sing that part or the other, but simply making Rachel sing the lines that were more about her, like 'I hope my boyfriend don't mind it' and Quinn singing the ones about her 'I don't even know your name'.
Rachel was thinking how some parts would sound, but she easily understood the reasons why the cheerleader had split the song that way. After a while she turned to Quinn with a smile on her lips. "It seems perfect. Do you want to try it one first time?"
The blonde shook her head slowly and then got up in her feet. What she wanted was to kiss her like there was no tomorrow and she was sure she couldn't handle seeing Rachel singing that song and still remain calm. Without a word she moved to sit in the furthest table, also the furthest from the door, she sat there and pushed her knees against her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs. The brunette looked at her surprised, far from understanding what happened. "What's wrong?" She asked in a low voice while she walked to her and placed a hand on her knee.
Nothing was wrong. Quinn didn't even know why she was sat there. What's your problem? The blonde looked up at Rachel and smiled, trying to make it look real and to come up with an excuse. "I don't know. I'm just tired, I think." The diva's eyes lighted up at her words and she had no idea why, until she felt one hand gently gripping her hip and soft lips moving against her neck. Ok, this girl was getting weirder and weirder to understand, just two minutes ago she was afraid of getting caught and now she was kissing her again.
"Anything I can do to make you feel better?" There was that mischievous smirk in the diva's face that Quinn had never seen in her until the day before. Rachel just seemed a complete different person since they made out, the clothes had changed and she was just different, everything about her now seemed to always have a smirk behind or some perverted reason. And apparently just to prove her point, the brunette's hand went from her hip to her tights and slipped under her skirt while her teeth were suddenly in her earlobe sending shivers to all her body. Really, what had happened to the sweet innocent Rachel Berry? Whatever, Quinn loved it like this…
"That already makes it better." The blonde admitted with a slow grin, loving the goosebumps in her skin when she trailed her tongue behind her ear. "I know what feels even better though…" Quinn whispered, grabbing the brunette's hand that wasn't in her tight and leading it to her breast. She smiled suggestively at Rachel before letting go of her hand and bringing it to her face to pull her lips against hers.
It didn't take more than some seconds for Quinn to completely forget where she was and lose sense of what should and should not be done. Rachel was quick to forget about her surroundings as well, just as her previous fear of wanting more. Well, she did want more and she could have more, so why would she be scared? She didn't know, maybe it was just the need that scared her. It didn't matter now, when the blonde's tongue was almost in her throat and her hands had found its way under her sweater. The diva's hands were quite busy as well, one still tightly gripping her tight and the other one sneaking under her cheerio's top and tracing her bra's outline with her fingers.
Quinn was so lost with everything that she felt like her world was spinning around and it was just them in the middle of a giant swirl. It was crazy, her heart was beating so hard she wondered if people outside of the classroom could hear it and she was having more difficulty with breathing than when she was in labor. But that was the smallest problem, the big one was that there were feelings and she was absolutely incapacitated of understanding what they were, but it seemed like they became bigger anytime the brunette would kiss her or simply smile to her. Where was the 'no thinking' stage though? She wanted to be there. Couldn't she have a switch to turn off her mind?
Maybe she didn't have, but Rachel did have a way of turn it off and all it took was feeling her body pressed against hers before even realizing she had climbed to the table. One of her knees was in her side and the other in the middle of her legs while Quinn's back was pushed against the wall right behind her. Rachel attacked the blonde's neck with open mouthed kisses, resisting the urge of leaving there hickeys. They had agreed to only leave marks in places that could be easily hidden with the clothes and a blunt reminder of that was the scarf around the brunette's neck.
Rachel Berry was curious about one thing and when Rachel Berry is curious she has to know. She wondered how Quinn would react if she did the same that had gotten her freaked out just some minutes ago and with that she meant the pressure against her lower parts. She pulled away slightly to look to the blonde's eyes, they were closed but opened right when she realized that the diva's lips weren't in her neck anymore. Her eyes were dark, but certainly not half as dark as Rachel's were and Quinn noticed once again that little perverted shine in her brown orbs. The brunette was out of her mind, but she couldn't even realize that before she pulled the blonde's tight closer and pressed her knee against her center. Quinn's reaction was instant as her head fell back against the wall and her nails dug in the diva's skin, moaning quite loudly. Rachel's reaction though was slow as she gradually realized the wetness in her knee that had soaked the cheerleader's panties. When her brain clicked the information she moaned too, lower though, way lower.
Then before the brunette could come back to her mind, Quinn was digging her nails deeper in the brunette's skin and kissing her almost desperately while her hips moved against her tight. Everything was happening way too fast to be understood and suddenly it was far too hot, Rachel felt like she needed her clothes out, but the small part of her brain that was still working convinced her that yanking away her scarf was enough. Quinn wrapped her arms around the diva's waist and as her nails followed the movement she was quite sure the blonde was leaving a scratch there and she wouldn't be surprised at all if it turned out to bleed. But nothing seemed to matter anymore as she could hear the cheerleader moaning against her lips in the middle of their sloppy kisses also as the brunette realized that somehow her hands had slipped under Quinn's bra without even realizing. And there goes the famous Quinn Fabray rule: under the shirt, over the bra.
"Rachel…" The diva was about to mumble a 'what?' but she realized it wasn't the blonde calling for her, it was simply the blonde moaning her name out of… pleasure. God, that was definitely going too far, especially when they were in a classroom where anyone could get in, the door wasn't even locked! Rachel was also painfully aware that her leggings were getting rather soaked. When Quinn nails moved up to the top of her back, the brunette was once again sure there were scratches being left and this time she even winced with the pain.
And it was all that took, a small movement and her leg moved just a little bit closer to the edge of the desk. The diva had just managed to capture the blonde's lips on hers again when her knee suddenly wasn't entirely in the table and before she could gain balance she just tumbled down. Of course, they were so tangled that Rachel didn't fall alone, both collapsed hard in the floor like in a cheesy comedy movie, barely avoiding hitting their heads against the chairs of the next desk.
There was a long moment of silence before a gasp of pain escaped the cheerleader's lips. The brunette raised her torso a little bit and then grabbed the desk to be able to sit, she felt her head spinning around and it was definitely not only because of the fall. "Damn." Rachel said closing her eyes for a second and then looking down on her lap. That's when she saw just how soaked her leggings had gotten, there was a huge stain from her knee to half of her tight. "Damn you!" She hissed, making Quinn shot her head up to look at her in confusion, it was obviously too fast for her and it gave her quite a painful headache. When her eyes stopped seeing everything in a blur, the brunette was already up and she could see clearly why she was upset. Damn myself and my stupid hormones.
The diva stormed out the room, running towards a bathroom and the blonde hurried behind her, only bothering to grab her scarf before leaving the room. She entered the toilet right after the brunette and lied against the door. Rachel didn't say a word and Quinn wondered if it was because she was mad or because how awkward the situation was.
For a second the diva just didn't know what to do, she was looking down at her leggings and all she could hear in her head was 'what the hell? What the hell? What the hell? What the hell?', but then she breathed deeply and started thinking again. Quickly, the brunette took off her boots and making sure Quinn was locking the door with her weight, she slipped off her leggings.
The blonde found herself staring at the tanned legs and trying to force her brain to start working normally again. She turned to lock the bathroom door and walked closer to Rachel. She was hesitant, because she wasn't sure if the girl was mad or not, but she didn't have any kind of reaction so she kept going until she was standing by her side watching as the diva ran water through the wet stain. The cheerleader bit her lip nervously as the diva turned her back on her to walk to the dryer, she could feel her cheeks burning and she could only imagine she looked like a tomato. "I'm sorry…" Quinn tried, weakly.
Rachel looked at her with a confused expression. "You don't need to be sorry about anything." The brunette stated as if it was the simplest thing in the world. Was it and Quinn was the one making the drama? "I was the one that started and I could have pushed you away anytime." From the reflection of the mirror, the blonde could see her smiling softly, already focused on drying her leggings again. The cheerleader, though, only felt her blush deepening and she turned to the sink to wash her face, before excusing herself to one of the cubicles. She needed to take care of her own problem and no, it didn't mean she was going to masturbate in the school toilet, she was just going to try to get clean or something.
When Quinn got out, the brunette was waiting for her sitting with her legs crossed in the edge of the sink, her leggings forgot next to her boots and a smirk plastered on her face. It was starting to get clear in her mind that Rachel Berry was going to be the death of her "What are you doing?" The blonde asked, walking to her like if she was a piece of iron being attracted by a magnet.
"Proving you I'm nothing close to mad." Rachel waited patiently until the cheerleader got closer enough and then she uncrossed her legs and pulled the girl between them. "I don't know why but you make me forget that I was supposed to have boundaries." The words sank the blonde's heart as she looked up to the chocolate eyes staring at her, she was so confused that she almost felt sick, but the brunette didn't want to see any of that so she just locked her lips softly with Quinn's and grabbed her hands, running them up her naked tights. "You made scratches in my back that are actually bleeding." Rachel whispered against her lips and the blonde was only capable of mumble some incoherent sound as reply. "We'll really have to work on the duet later, alright? Fooling around gets us way too distracted."
Quinn nodded slowly and then pulled slightly away from the diva, her eyes still close. "You're right. And I think we should definitely avoid hooking up in the school…" The blonde commented, but not really wanting to mean that, what had happened in the classroom just some minutes ago was way too good and when they had kissed in the toilet the day before, or now. Her fingers were carefully drawing patterns in her tights and they were so close that the cheerleader felt more than heard Rachel sighing.
"We should go now." The brunette leaned to kiss her again, her tongue caressing the blonde's lower lip, before meeting with hers, remembering the taste of cinnamon when they first kissed some nights ago. Then she pulled away and Quinn backed off to give space for the brunette to move out of the sink and pick up her leggings. She felt like a perverted, but she couldn't help stare at Rachel's ass as she bended to slip on her clothes. "Ok, now we both should go and grab lunch." The diva said with a soft smile as soon as she was done tying her boots. "I'm definitely starving." She picked her scarf that the cheerleader had left near one of the sinks and walked to the bathroom door. She stopped to wait for Quinn to reach her and turned around getting on her tip toes to peck the blonde's lips one last time.
She pulled away chuckling like a child and unlocked the door, stepping to the McKinley corridor. The cheerleader watched her go for a while, Rachel knew they wouldn't sit at the same table, so she didn't bother waiting. But watching the diva walk away glowing happiness around her, was just making Quinn feel more and more confused and buried into something she couldn't define but was sure was going to lead to disaster. Damn you, Rachel Berry!
Ok, so now my fic has gotten more into the M rating. lol! I hope you've liked it. :)
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