Challenge Number... there have been too many to count: Get Rachel Into Bed.
Something was definitely going on.
It was like the world was just a hair off kilter. Just enough to knock Quinn and Rachel off the path they wanted to be on or perhaps just enough to knock everything and everyone else into their path.
It started with Santana. Her insistence upon going to the liquor store and Quinn driving, was only the first in a series of unfortunate events that prolonged their beyond necessary bedroom time.
They didn't buy anything while they were there. They didn't plan on drinking. Actually, they'd decided they definitely weren't drinking. While they were wandering around aimlessly, waiting for Santana to finish deciding which brand of tequila to buy, they decided that they'd just make an appearance. They'd stay for maybe an hour and definitely not more than two, then politely excuse themselves... or just disappear.
It was a perfect plan.
Except...
"What's the matter?" Quinn asked cautiously after she caught Rachel worrying her lip.
"They're going to know why we left. Once they figure out that we've left, they're going to know why. I'm not sure I can handle that many people knowing exactly what I'm doing," she bit back down on her lip and put the worried look back in her eyes.
Quinn wasn't sure that she wanted that either, "And if we're late they're going to think the same thing..."
"Maybe we should wait until everyone is too drunk to notice?"
"That could take all night! Do you see Santana? Four shots and she is highly functioning. They're all like that," Quinn quietly panicked, then looked over to Santana who was still deciding... maybe she wasn't highly functioning. As she watched her currently carefree friend decide between gold and silver, the thought 'What would Santana do?' surprisingly crept its way into her mind. Then for once, she took a page out of the book that Santana had written for herself and decided that she didn't give a shit: "Fuck it," she exhaled, "I don't care. I don't want to wait anymore... I can't wait anymore. I mean, of course I'll respect your decision if you still-"
Quinn's thoughts were interrupted by Rachel's favorite argument tactic, except that there was no argument. Just kissing. She sucked lightly on Quinn's bottom lip then gave it back, "I can't wait anymore either. So what if they know we're having sex?"
"So what?" Quinn repeated and shrugged. She smiled and leaned down a little to give Rachel a light kiss.
"Get a room," Santana scoffed as she walked by with bottles of Camarena Silver and Malibu Coconut cradled in each of her arms.
Quinn refrained from informing Santana that she had actually prevented them from doing exactly that approximately twenty minutes prior and settled for training a death glare at the back of her head for most of her transaction. She would have kept it there until she turned around, but Rachel grabbed her hand, brought their arms flush and kissed her shoulder, successfully erasing the death glare before Santana was finished paying for her alcohol.
"To Drunksville!" Santana called out as she turned away from the counter with her black and gold plastic bag.
Quinn simply rolled her eyes and followed her out with Rachel's fingers still entwined with her own.
This was the mildest event in the series. Because then the party happened.
"Quinn!"
She distinctly heard her name called through the cacophony that had erupted when she, Rachel, Santana and Brittany walked into the backyard of Tech House. What was even more distinct about it, was the voice it was in.
Puckerman.
"Shit," Quinn mumbled, leaning into Rachel a little.
"What?"
"Your big bro wants to have that talk," Quinn muttered through a smile as Puck approached them.
"It's going to be fine," Rachel said with a reassuring squeeze.
"I'm not worried," Quinn looked over and caught Rachel's eyes, "I'm more upset about having to leave you."
"Well, aren't you the sweetest?" Rachel got up on her toes and rubbed her nose against Quinn's.
"Okay stop with the cuteness, it makes it harder to be tough on her," Puck smiled and shook his head.
"That was my intention," Rachel laughed and nudged Quinn forward a little.
"Where to, Puckerman?" Quinn sighed as her hand slipped out of Rachel's. She really didn't want to be leaving her side, especially this soon.
"The basement," Puck shrugged and immediately began guiding Quinn towards the sliding door.
"Go easy!" Rachel called out as Puck slid the screen and gently pushed Quinn inside.
"That defeats the whole purpose," Puck called back as they stepped over the threshold. He closed the glass behind them before Rachel could say anything else. Quinn turned after she heard the sucking sound of the door closing behind her, caught Rachel's eye... and smile, and waved to her with her fingers. Her bottom lip found its way between her teeth as her heart started to hammer a little harder than usual. "Seriously, with the cuteness, though," Puck broke into her Rachel stupor and stood between her and the door.
"Maybe I can't help it," Quinn shrugged and motioned for him to lead the way to the basement. Once Puck had passed her, she looked back out to Rachel who waved then shooed her away. With much reluctance, Quinn turned and followed Puck to the left, through the kitchen and to a door that Puck opened for her, then gestured for her to go first. "You aren't going to like, chop me up into little pieces down here are you?" she asked with little chuckle as her foot hit the first step down.
"That sounds messy," Puck responded as he followed her down.
Quinn's mouth fell open after she turned from the bottom of the stairs.
She'd been down in the basement in the girls' house. There was a washing machine, a dryer, a bathroom and two bedrooms. The only things finished in their basement were the bedrooms and the bathroom. The area where the washer and dryer were, was regular old unfinished basement space with stone walls, cross beams and fluorescent lighting.
This was nothing like their basement. Yes, it probably had the two bedrooms and the bathroom, but the rest of it: totally finished. More than finished, actually. On the far end to the left was a bar complete with stools, cabinets and a sink. In front of that was a pool table complete with a light fixture that would be customary for such a thing. The stone walls were hidden behind what Quinn assumed to be luan faced flats, until she approached a wall. Then, she retracted her assumption and realized that they were three-quarter inch ply faced platforms that probably had insulation stuffed into them.
"Put of a bunch tech theatre kids in one house and they get shit done," Puck smiled as he passed by Quinn and moved behind the bar. He started opening cabinets and grabbing things as he spoke, "Things have been getting added every summer to different parts of the house. We were thinking about building a little cabana bar for the pool."
"Actors don't do anything cool like that," Quinn groaned as she turned around to speak to Puck. Her eyes landed on two shot glasses and a bottle of Sour Apple schnapps, then they flicked up to see Puck with a shaker in one hand and a bottle of Crown Royal in the other. Before she could say anything, he'd already put them down on the bar and bent down. She heard the distinct sound of a fridge opening and soon enough, Puck was back with a bottle of cranberry juice and a can of Sprite. "I-"
"Don't tell me that you don't drink Fabray. I saw you with that flask," he pointed with the can of Sprite, "Don't deny my Washington Apple shots, either... or else." He put the can down and started cracking his knuckles the same way he had done on the porch on the Fourth of July.
It really shouldn't have been intimidating. Actually, if it had been any other scenario, Quinn probably would have been laughing so hard she'd need the pool table to keep her up. This was a completely foreign scenario to her. Never in her life had she had to deal with a girlfriend's protective older sibling. She'd only ever had one girlfriend before Rachel and she'd never really gotten the chance to meet her family... even after a year... she really should have seen that break-up coming... anyways: Clearly, Puck wasn't Rachel's real big brother, but that didn't stop this moment from making her feel nervous; he cared about her just as if she were his little sister.
And Quinn cared about Rachel. The emotion towards Rachel only made her more nervous, making her feel the need for this go beyond well.
But she really didn't want to be drinking. There was no way she was going to be engaging in drunken first time sex with Rachel. Not a chance. Unfortunately, she also couldn't come up with an excuse for not being able to drink that would for work for sure. She definitely wasn't going to tell him that she wasn't drinking because she wanted to soberly enjoy her first time with Rachel. Just because that was something that Rachel and Puck were comfortable talking about, didn't mean that he'd be okay with Quinn bringing it up. She really didn't want to chance it either.
She didn't seem to have a choice.
Quinn gulped down the lump that had formed in her throat as she nodded slowly at Puck.
"Good," he smiled and started pouring ingredients into the shaker... in large portions. Definitely more than two shots worth. She waited with her lip nervously wedged between her teeth. This was not something she wanted. There was for sure enough alcohol in that shaker to make her drunk. Granted she probably wasn't going to be drinking it all, but she was pretty sure that half of what was in there would be enough. Her lip stayed between her teeth as she watched Puck pour the red liquid into the shot glasses.
"Bottoms up," Puck said as he held out one of the shots for Quinn to take. She looked between his hand and his eyes, determining that this 'talk' wasn't going to happen until he wanted it to.
So she took it, clinked it against his glass and threw it back with him, not feeling the burn of sour apple, cranberry acid, carbonation and way too much whiskey until it was already sliding down her esophagus. She exhaled heavily as she slammed down the shot glass that Puck promptly filled back up.
'Fuck.'
Without words, they picked up the glasses and repeated their previous steps, this time the burn occurred instantly. After placing the glass back on the bar, she put her hand down and leaned forward a little in an attempt to breathe out what she'd just ingested.
"If you hadn't already guessed," Puck started as he poured another round, "Rachel's like my little sister. Of course minus the part where I wanted to date her back in the day, but that's irreverent."
Quinn let the blatant word mix-up slide. At the moment, the burn in her chest was much more important. She was also a little busy trying zen her way to remaining sober.
"I know it sounds cheesy, but Rachel's pretty special," Puck continued and nudged a full shot glass forward.
Quinn was starting to think the world hated her as she stared down the third shot.
"I know she is," she looked up, smiling nervously.
Why did he need to do this to her now, of all times?
"I hate seeing her hurt. She's pretty tough, but she's also really good at hiding things. I know it doesn't seem like it because she talks so much, but she doesn't always let everything out," Puck nudged the third shot forward and quirked up his eyebrows, Quinn taking that as him saying he wasn't continuing until she took it again.
She sighed heavily as she picked it up between her fingers and stared at it with her brow furrowed. After shaking her head, she brought the glass to her mouth and threw it back just like the other two. "Fuck!" she exhaled away the burn, "You're trying to kill me, aren't you Puckerman?"
"No way! Rachel would never forgive me! I'm just making sure you don't sleep with her yet," he said with complete and utter nonchalance.
"What?" Quinn snapped feeling her pulse spike and subsequently making her feel the alcohol coursing through her bloodstream. It caused her to stumble ever so slightly, having to catch herself on the stool.
"You're already well on your way, you might as well have these ones," he nudged numbers four and five towards the hand she had place on the bar.
"No. This is bullshit!" she said it to the pure whiskey shots that were staring her in the face.
Being angry definitely wasn't helping her situation. She was feeling more and more inebriated by the second.
"Take them, listen to me and then go back upstairs."
"What's stopping me from just going upstairs right now, without hearing what you have to say?" Quinn crossed her arms and curled her lips into a thin line. This was ridiculous and completely crossing some line.
"Because you love her..."
'Fuck.'
He was right. Before she could really contemplate it, she picked up number four, cringed, then took it. She exhaled heavily through her mouth, then immediately repeated with number five. She slammed down the glass as she coughed out the burn from the straight whiskey that she'd just forced down her own throat.
"...And I just wanted to see if you do anything for her. It's one thing to say 'yes' when you're asked, but it's another to actually do it. Man, you just took so much Crown Royal!" he suddenly turned into the bro that Quinn was used to, "Rachel's girlfriend is a champ!"
"You're totally fucked," Quinn's fist hit the bar top without her permission, confirming her status of drunk.
"Not as fucked as you'll be if you hurt her," he twisted his fist into his palm.
"I won't," Quinn said heavily, then sighed knowing what an unrealistic promise that was, no matter how much she never wanted it to happen, "I don't want to. I can't, you know, predict the future or anything, but I can tell you that's the furthest thing from my mind."
Great. The unstoppable honesty that comes with her drinking too much had already arrived.
Puck maneuvered himself out from behind the bar and passed Quinn on his way to the stairs. He turned when he got to the end of the hall that held them and sighed, "Just don't fuck her and leave her."
Quinn took in how serious Puck looked. He also had this sad look in his eyes that would have made a sober Quinn uncomfortable.
"What?" she whispered, the insinuation and the thought that it may have happened to Rachel before making her unable to make her voice work properly.
"See, she doesn't tell everything," Puck popped up his eyebrows, keeping the heaviness of what he was saying visible in the rest of his face. He turned and started for the stairs, then turned back quickly, "Don't ask her tonight. You should hear it when you're sober." With those words, he turned and started a light jog down the hall and up the stairs, leaving Quinn with the question of what he could possibly be talking about.
Through her terribly drunken vision, Quinn made her way back up the stairs and began her search for Rachel. She tried to act as sober as possible as she weaved through the people around the kitchen and the living room.
"Hey, Quinn," she felt a hand on her elbow and she spun around to find Kurt, "Rachel's out... side. And now that I see the state you're in, I don't feel so bad saying this: she's probably going to be pretty inebriated in the next ten minutes."
"It's fine," Quinn mumbled as she turned away from Kurt, "Clearly sex is a pipe dream for us."
"Oooookay," Quinn heard Kurt say as she was making her way to the sliding door.
'Wait, what did I just say?'
"Girlfriend!"
'Oh, she's silly, too!'
As soon as she was on the deck, Rachel had spotted her from the adirondack chair she was was sitting in. She popped up much too quickly and stumbled, nearly going for a swim in her clothes. Once she had her balance all straightened out, she looked back to Quinn, giggled, then gestured that she was going to come up to meet her. Somehow, Rachel was up to Quinn on the deck in no time. It was like the moments between the gesture and them being face to face didn't exist.
"You're drunk," Rachel said with way too much D in drunk.
"It's Puckerman's fault," Quinn pouted, then flicked Rachel's shoulder, "So are you!"
"I know!" Rachel squealed and cover her mouth briefly, "I didn't want to! I said 'no,' but then they were all like, 'Come on, Rachel! Don't be lame! It's not like you have to drive,' I've gotten really awful with handling peer pressure as I've gotten older," Rachel pouted adorably and let her head drop to Quinn's chest.
"It's okay, beautiful lady," Quinn wrapped her arms around Rachel and kissed the top of her head.
"I think you just made me more drunk," Rachel mumbled into Quinn's chest.
'Huh?'
"And you smell sooo good," Rachel groaned with her face still in Quinn's chest. She inhaled deeply, then looked up, "What is that?"
"Umm..." Quinn had the answer on the tip of her tongue, but her brain took a detour to Rachel's eyes and got a little lost.
After a few moments, Rachel giggled and buried her face back into Quinn's chest, mumbling, "You're sooo drunk."
"Thanks," Quinn huffed, "rub it in."
"Okay," Rachel said airily then nuzzled her face even deeper into Quinn's chest, causing Quinn's pulse to race and making her feel drunker. She suddenly understood what Rachel was saying before. "Let's go somewhere else," Rachel looked back up from Quinn's chest with eyes that Quinn couldn't read.
Still, her mind went straight to the gutter, "Rach, I can't... not like this," she said with a small voice as she shook her head.
Rachel's mouth went wide as her eyes adopted a look of slight shock, "You thought I was talking about... no! I don't want to like this! Gutter brain! I meant somewhere with a seat..." she bit down on her lip and scrunched her face a little, "and maybe where no one else is? I jus' wannatalk."
"There should have been two more T's in that sentence," Quinn giggled as she loosened her grip around Rachel's waist.
"Shh... I lost them," Rachel whispered and Quinn lost it. She was laughing so hard she was having a hard time standing. Just when Quinn didn't think that Rachel could get more adorable, Drunk Rachel showed up with all of her silliness. As Quinn breathed out her laughter, Rachel took her hand and started leading her into the house, "Okay drunky, let's try the porch."
"Who are you calling 'drunky,' drunky?" Quinn furrowed her eyebrow and kept a serious face for approximately .05 seconds before she started laughing again, this time joined by Rachel.
They laughed their way to the front of the house, blatantly ignoring everyone that they passed, then stumbled onto a completely empty porch with a swing perfect for two. Rachel kept pulling Quinn until they were in front of the swing. Upon arrival, she plopped right down, then, with a smirk and an eyebrow wag, patted the spot next to her for Quinn to sit down. Quinn giggled a little and bit her lip before turning around and sitting down with her thighs flush to Rachel's.
At this moment, Quinn was feeling a little emotionally torn. In the back of her mind, she was extremely frustrated, for multiple reasons, all of which quite obvious. At the same time, she was strangely content with the way things were happening. While of course she'd rather be sober and spending time with Rachel in their room, spending time with Rachel like this, was fun and quite exhilarating. The alcohol coursing through her system made everything that Rachel made her feel, feel heightened and while it made her feel lightheaded and somewhat out of control, she liked it.
"Infinity Questions?" Rachel asked, turning on the swing so that her leg was on the seat with her shin touching Quinn's thigh.
Sitting back and taking in Rachel's hopeful expression, Quinn quirked up her eyebrow and asked, "You sure that's the best idea?"
"Oh, definitely," Rachel said with her eyes locked on Quinn's, then they flicked down to Quinn's thigh where her fingers had started drawing little patterns on the bare skin that Quinn's shorts left.
Quinn's eyes went there as well, just in time to see the goosebumps rise, despite the warmth of the July evening air. That 'just a little bit more drunk' feeling rose up and she exhaled, "Okay."
She looked back up to Rachel who was still staring down at the motions she was making on Quinn's thigh. Her bottom lip had traveled between her teeth, but in the shy cute way. It popped back out and Rachel asked, "What was your umm... dream like yesterday morning?" Rachel looked back up to meet Quinn's eyes, her breath a little heavier than when she began to ask the question.
And there was that rush again, only now it was coupled with slight ache between her thighs. She swallowed, then inhaled deeply, "It..." she worried her lip briefly, as she contemplated how to explain it, "It was kind of... weird. Not bad weird," she clarified quickly, before Rachel's face could react, "I mean, I couldn't really see, I just felt. Like, I knew where my lips were and I knew where my hands were, but I couldn't see what they were touching. I just knew it was you and how amazing it felt." Of course now all Quinn could think about was doing it again, only much more aware of her surroundings.
"I can't wait for you to do it again," Rachel said through a heavy sigh and so quietly that if there had been anyone else on the porch with them, they definitely wouldn't have heard it.
And since it was already out there, why not confess it, "That's all I can think about right now."
Rachel let out a sharp, heavy exhale, then inhaled deeply, "It's um... your turn."
Quinn didn't have a question. Well, she did have one, but if there was one thing that she was for sure going to keep inside tonight, it was that. Besides, this wasn't the time to get into heavy emotional things, not when her heart was beating like it was and blood was rushing straight down. She might not have wanted to do anything for it in this state, but that didn't stop her from wanting to keep the conversation the way it was.
And with that thought, she came up with a question, "You seemed quite disappointed when we stopped earlier, did you really want to have sex in the booth?"
Okay, so it wasn't the best question, especially since their location was really the only thing stopping her from taking Rachel right then, but it was all she could think of and she didn't want to pass her turn.
"No, I didn't," she answered then looked down their legs with her lip sandwiched nervously between her teeth. Part of the rules were that if a 'yes or no' question is asked, the answer had to be elaborated on. It was starting to look like Quinn might have asked a decent question after all, "I was umm... umm..." Rachel chewed on her lip again, then started whispering, "I was almost there."
"There?" Quinn quirked up her eyebrow.
Rachel rolled her eyes, "You know... there."
"You almost came?" Quinn stage whispered out in shock, then snapped her mouth shut.
Rachel gasped then slapped Quinn's thigh, "Yes! Shh!"
In the not-so-bright porch light, Quinn could see the crimson that had risen in Rachel's cheeks. Her inebriated state caused her to push forward and ask, "But how? My hands were on your thigh."
Rachel's brow furrowed and her lips twisted to the side. Just when Quinn thought she wasn't getting an answer, she huffed and said, "The jeans that you were wearing... the fly it was... every time I moved I felt it and your lips were on my neck and your hands," her eyes closed for a moment, then she opened them back up, "I get turned on when you talk, so when you're touching me it's like... I don't even know how to describe it," she quirked up her eyebrow, "things get messy."
This time Quinn let out a sharp exhale, feeling her own mess and that ache get just a little worse.
"Your turn," she gulped out.
"Well," Rachel shifted a little and Quinn caught a quick glimpse of the pouty/smirky face. It was only a quick glimpse because before she could take that in, her entire body was busy processing Rachel swinging her leg over her thighs and straddling her. Once Rachel was settled she began speaking again, Quinn barely taking it in, "Since we're playing this game: What's your favorite thing to do to a girl? Beyond second base."
That was an easy question. The difficult part was how to answer it. There were just so many ways to phrase it. Unfortunately, at the time, Quinn couldn't think of a sexy way to say any of the ones she could think of. So instead, she decided to combine actions with words and thanks to Rachel's new positioning, it was easy to do.
"My favorite thing is," she leaned forward, moving her mouth close to Rachel's ear, then licked up its length, "doing that, much, much lower."
"Really?" Quinn couldn't tell if that was arousal or nervousness in Rachel's voice... or perhaps it was both.
"Definitely," Quinn answered with her alcohol induced confidence.
"I- I've," Quinn moved from Rachel's shaking head, so her back was once again against the swing, "No one's ever..."
Quinn gasped quietly, "Seriously? But you've... you're not..?" she actually didn't know what she was asking, preventing her from being able to form a proper question.
"Oh this is going to ruin everything," Rachel's chin fell to her chest.
"Try me," Quinn suggested with a soft smile as she lifted Rachel's chin back up.
"Well," Rachel's eyes went down to the hem of Quinn's shirt where her hands were nervously fiddling with it, "As you know, I'm Jewish," Quinn nodded in response, her smile never faltering, "And you know that we like, don't eat anything made from a pig or let our dairy touch our meat and at certain times during the year we eat all Kosher foods," Quinn nodded again, "Well, a lot of people don't know that we don't engage in oral sex..." she trailed off there, probably upon seeing Quinn's eyes widening without her drunk brain's consent.
Realizing what her face was doing, Quinn shook it off and immediately applied some drunken damage control, "That's okay! I mean, there are a lot of other things we can do. I'm sure you know that, you've slept with girls before... not that we've talked about that, but you drank during Never Have I Ever..." Finally, Quinn's brain caught up to her mouth and stopped the nonsense from continuing. That and Rachel had started laughing. "What?" Quinn asked, beyond confused as to what had caused the laughter.
"You," Rachel laughed out, "And your drunk nervous rant."
"Oh thanks," Quinn sighed and let her chin fall to her chest, just as Rachel had done earlier.
Rachel let out one more breathy chuckle, then lifted Quinn's chin, "We also don't really believe there's a Hell. You pretty much follow the rules out of good faith. But sometimes you just have to break the rules..."
"Huh?"
Was Rachel just saying what she thought Rachel was saying?
"Because I've always wanted to..." she looked down with that shy lip bite, "receive and give it," she looked back up, "But there's never been anyone that's made me want to... rebel. Until now."
'Oh. My. God.'
Quinn's mouth was dry, the 'getting drunker' feeling was happening and the space between her legs was screaming for help. She wished so hard that she wasn't still drunk. But she was. She could tell by the sporadic double vision and occasional heavy eyelids.
"I wish we weren't drunk," Quinn whispered, pressing their foreheads together.
"I'm fine," Rachel whispered back, "I can't feel it anymore."
Now she really wished she wasn't drunk.
"You're not that bad," Rachel exhaled, "Let's go to our room while we have the house to ourselves."
Quinn sighed, putting more weight onto Rachel's forehead, "We can go back, but I can't..."
"Yes you can," Rachel smiled and rolled her hips slightly, "I want you so bad."
"Oh, believe me, I want you, too. She," Quinn nodded downward, "definitely wants you. But when she's drunk, she doesn't like to work. For anyone."
"Not even you?" Rachel pouted.
"Not even me," Quinn sighed.
"I am so mad at Noah!" Rachel pushed off of Quinn a little and fumed adorably, "I would never do this to him!"
"He just wants to protect you."
'Wait, why am I defending him?'
"I don't want his protection tonight! I wanted to make love to my girlfriend tonight, but she's drunk and broken because Noah thinks he can run my sex life!"
Quinn usually hated the phrase 'make love,' but hearing it come out of Rachel's mouth in reference to her did something. It forced that fluttering sensation into her stomach and caused her to breathe somewhat erratically. She couldn't stop her lips from crashing into Rachel's. She caught Rachel off guard making it easy to take charge. She sucked Rachel's bottom lip between her own and licked across it, wasting no time seeking permission come inside. By then, Rachel had joined in and the battle began. After a couple bouts, Quinn moved her mouth lower to Rachel's neck. She did mention that she liked it earlier, right? Quinn's hands moved Rachel's ass, squeezing and pulling her even closer.
The shift caused a moan to fall out of Rachel's mouth into Quinn's ear, further egging Quinn's actions on. The moan motivated her hips to roll underneath Rachel and caused another one to slip out.
"Qu-Quinn, what are you-" Rachel bit down hard on her lip as her eyes closed and she fought to keep another moan in.
"Finishing what we started earlier," Quinn whispered into Rachel's neck and rolled her hips up again, starting a pattern of motion into Rachel.
"But we- fuck," Rachel whispered dropping her face down into Quinn's neck, "Don't stop." Rachel's lips started leaving open mouth kisses on Quinn's neck as she breathed heavily through her nose. Rachel's breath hitched, then with one pull on her as Quinn turn her hips, Rachel's arms tightened around Quinn's back and her teeth bit into Quinn's neck, causing Quinn inhale sharply.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" Rachel gasped and turned Quinn's head to look at her neck.
"Rach, it's okay!" Quinn pushed her head back to look at Rachel's worried eyes, "How do you feel?"
She really wanted to know and if she wasn't mistaken, it was her turn in Infinity Questions anyways.
Rachel's worry stayed in her eyes until Quinn shook her head and rolled her eyes.
"I- ohmygodunbelieveble," Rachel breathed out, "I... you... uuuuuuhhhh... I can't even imagine what it's going to be like when you actually touch me."
With her brain reeling from the thought, Quinn still managed to remember, "We have all day tomorrow."
A/N: Life. That's my excuse for this taking so long. I was sick, I was a drag king, a little bit of writer's block and simply not having enough time all happened... so, life. Please don't be upset with me. I'm trying. Let me know what you thought? Thanks!
2: I'm three weeks behind in Glee and I quit seeking out spoilers... just saying...