After a heavy make-out session behind the risers, Quinn and Rachel headed to their respective classes with promises to meet up later.
x
Quinn felt higher than life—high on love. She never thought she would ever feel like this. So peaceful, so whole. So happy. Her heart was floating, her insides tingling; she had Rachel. Rachel was hers. Quinn almost couldn't believe it—if she were being honest with herself, still couldn't believe it. Despite her sister's firm reassurances, she couldn't help but feel—
"Hey."
Blinking, Quinn lifted her head from her arms and turned to smile briefly at her male best friend. Sam smiled back slowly as he settled into the seat next to her.
She took in his puzzled expression with a lilted brow; "Hey, man," she murmured lightly as she extended her fist.
The corners of Sam's lips pulled up as he bumped his fist with hers before casually slumping against his seat; "What's up, Q?"
Her shoulders rose in a half shrug—her eyes gleamed, the darkness caused by her thoughts dissipating as she grinned brilliantly at the other blonde, "I'm fantastic. Wonderful, tremendous."
Sam nodded along, "That's cool. Good 'break'?"
"Ah," Quinn grimaced, "It was—long. It was long," if Sam noticed the slight waver in her voice, he didn't mention it; a slither of guilt passed through her. She hadn't told him what happened, she hadn't told him anything.
It wasn't her story to tell.
"I bet. You got Karofsky good," Shaggy locks fell in green eyes—Sam blew the strands away with a grin, "Were the parental's pissed?"
A soft chuckle escaped her, "Uh, not…really," she drew the last word out hesitantly, her eyes scrunching up in concentration as she flicked her tongue against her bottom lip, "They were for a minute but Rachel explained what happened and, well, they seemed okay with it. Dad was grinning a lot actually—
He had slapped her on the back good-naturedly and promised her a beer
"—and mom was just happy that I wasn't hurt."
"Nice, dude! Papa Fabray is the best."
"Yeah…" Quinn trailed off with a tight lipped smile before glancing down at her desk. "How've you been?"
"Good, good. Missing my Mario Kart buddy, though."
Another pang of guilt hit her—she faced her best friend again with furrowed brows and apologetic eyes, "I'm sorry I haven't been around lately, man. I haven't been a good friend, huh?"
Sam grinned easily, "I get it, Q. Just—can we hang out sometime soon? This is our last year, after all—"
Quinn nodded and cut in before he finished the sentence, "Yes, of course. This weekend, ok?"
Green eyes shined pleasantly, "Great—I need to talk to you about something."
x
"Hey, Rachel. Can I talk to you for a second?"
Rachel snapped out of her yummy day dream—Fantasy!Quinn was just about to finger her in the middle of their Priest's sermon—and sat up pristinely in her seat before glancing over at Finn. She blinked back the murkiness in her eyes before clearing her throat, "Mm —" Rachel inhaled softly as she subtly crossed her legs, noting how her panties stuck to her uncomfortably—and focused her attention on the boy, "What?"
Finn flashed a boyish smile, "Can I talk to you?" he repeated.
Rachel held in an annoyed sigh—it wasn't Finn's fault he unwittingly interrupted one of her favorite daydreams—before nodding tersely, "Sure."
Finn slumped on top of the desk of the seat next to hers and inclined his head to the side to address the occupant, "Hey, you don't mind moving do you?"
The student who was currently in the seat Finn was so graciously lounging on stared up at the smiling quarterback with a slight sneer before ultimately packing up his things and getting up because when the most popular boy in school told you to do something, you did it, no matter how much of an inconvenience it is.
Rachel watched him go with a scarcely sympathetic smile before turning curious eyes to the boy, "So what did you want to talk about?" she inquired in a soft, puzzled tone—they hadn't talked really since that night at her house where they decided to just stay friends. She wondered what he could possibly want.
A question that was answered a second later, much to her displeasure; his response was perhaps the least desirable answer she expected.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies with me this weekend?"
Rachel blinked, incredulous; did he just—?
"Did you just ask me out?" her smile was strained as she turned to face forward in her seat. Her heart pumped uneasily as she covertly looked around, attempting to figure out a way out of this situation without offending Finn or more importantly, Quinn, "Cause I thought we cleared this up—"
"Uh, no offense, Rach," Finn interrupted in a serious yet gentle voice, "but even if you hadn't of rejected me, I still wouldn't be asking you out. I saw what Quinn did to Karofsky—no way am I getting on the wrong side of that. I have this habit of fucking up with girls and your sister is scary."
Her hands unconsciously clenched into fist as she bit out, "No she's not. She's sweet and soft—she's protective—and David hurt me. You can't fault her for doing what she needed to in order for me to be safe."
Finn scratched his chin lightly, "Yeah, I guess. I mean, I get it. I was pretty pissed when Karofsky hurt Kurt—I can't even imagine how Quinn felt. She, like, loves you a lot."
Rachel deflated in her seat, her frown lessening as she crossed her arms and hunched forward, "Yes. She loves me."
She loves me.
An awkward silence stretched out in those following seconds—Finn cleared his throat and looked around, "Uh, any—ways," he drawled, "I just wanted to know if you wanted to hang out. I think it's dumb that a girl and a guy can't just hang out as friends, you know? Plus it'd be cool to just chill out with a girl without having to worry about being gentlemanly or whatever."
An airy laugh flew from her mouth, "Lazy oaf," she chuckled affectionately as she eyed the boy with a friendly smile; what could it hurt, really? They were—friends. Yes, they were friends. And she had promised to be nicer to him. "Fine—I'll brighten up your horrifically dull weekend by hanging out with you but I get to choose the movie."
Finn grinned, "Deal."
x
Her heart fluttered excitedly as she waited outside her sister's classroom. Quinn had left A.P. Bio five minutes early, claiming sickness, carrying the hope of meeting Rachel and asking the girl-with a polite hand and adoring smile-if she could walk her to class.
However, as time stretched out, her nerves returned full force. Quinn brushed shaggy locks out of her eyes—despite Alison's words, she needed a haircut—before palming her stomach anxiously, willing the considerable butterflies to float away.
What if she thinks I'm going too fast? Pushing too hard? What if-
Her stomach settled a split second later and her fears melted when her sister's face came into view—an enamored grin worked its way up her face as her heart thumped unsteadily.
Licking her lips, Quinn pushed up and away from the coarse brick wall to steadily stride over to the younger girl. The sound of lockers clanging shut and happy laughter faded into a dull buzz as she focused on the beaming girl.
She stopped in front of Rachel and peered down at her before releasing a breathy, "Hey."
The pretty blush that splayed her sister's cheeks made her heart ache; she unthinkingly reached for her sister's hand, her body strumming as Rachel quickly interlaced their fingers before returning her smile.
"Hi, Quinn."
Her grin morphed into a tender smile as she stepped closer and bent her head until they were eye level, "How was class?" she questioned in a hushed tone, as if she were whispering a secret that only they could hear.
Rachel dragged them out of the doorway and off to the side so that the other students could pass by; her little sister released her hands and tugged at the front of her dress—Rachel leaned up to kiss her cheek chastely, "Good," the younger girl murmured against her heated flesh, "Missed you though."
Quinn positively melted; her arm snaked around Rachel's waist possessively as she pulled the smaller girl flush against her. Ignoring the fearful beat of her heart at the curious stares directed at them, she nuzzled a bronzed cheek before affectionately delivering her own kiss on red hued skin.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you." she whispered breathlessly, holding onto the girl for dear life before stepping back to a safe distance and re-clasping their hands.
Dark eyes softened considerably, "I couldn't stop thinking about you either. I can't stop thinking about you, Quinn."
A low whimper rumbled in her chest, "C-can I walk you to class?"
Rachel assented almost immediately;
"Yes."
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Rachel was sure that the smile on her face would be permanently etched on—it was an enamored smile, full of devotion and love. A goofy smile that played on her lips as she walked close to Quinn, her eyes wide and adoring as she gazed up at the bashful girl.
Her smile fell ever so slightly, however, as she caught sight of Jesse from the corner of her eye; she stared at the boy with a cautious gaze, tensing up when she noticed how his eyes brightened mischievously when he spotted them.
Her lips pursed in puzzlement when he casually strolled by them— wearing shit eating grin— sending her a cheerful smile, one that she unwittingly returned.
A giggle bubbled up in her chest as Jesse patted Quinn's shoulder happily before flashing the confused girl a charming grin and a wink before continuing down the hall.
Rachel's smile widened.
x
Choir room: after class
"You better not be insinuating what I think you are, Mercedes-"
"Oh. I'm insinuating—it's insinuated."
Rachel's lips curled into a snarl as she glared at the other girl, "How dare you! I do not get every solo. And even if I did, I'd deserve them all because—"
"Don't say it, girl," Mercedes held a hand up, eyes closed and blanked faced as the girl shook her head, "You're already on my shit list."
An edgy smirk played on her lips at this; she crossed her free arm under her breast and sneered haughtily, "No offense Mercedes, but you're kind of lazy-"
"Oh hell to the no—you did not—I work just as hard as you do, Fabray!"
Rachel scoffed, "If by work, you mean come in at the end with fairly weak 'power' notes while standing stock still while the rest of us dance behind you," she waited a moment to let those words sink in before hissing, "then yes, you work as hard as me."
Quinn played with her sister's fingers quietly, a frown resting upon her brow as she watched the two girls argue with each other. Personally, she didn't think it was that big of a deal.
Couldn't they just split the lead verses between each other? It didn't make sense—who cared? It was just a silly competition between teammates. And the other three girls in the room seemed to agree with her. Santana sat to her left, idly picking at her nails with a bored expression— Brittany was seated a few feet away from them, right next to a sighing Tina—she noticed sadly how the blonde dancer watched her best friend with a despondent expression.
Quinn had a feeling that awkwardness wouldn't dissipate any time soon.
She turned her attention back to her red faced sister; Rachel was standing in front of her, her arm craned backwards so Quinn could play with the other girl's fingers, facing an equally pissed off Mercedes. However biased she may be, she was content to let her sister and her friend sort the situation out themselves.
At least, she was until Mercedes crossed a line she shouldn't of.
"—you get every solo, every lead! You get everything while the rest of us sway in the background begging for scraps! You don't deserve anything and you're just a selfish fucking brat and there's a reason no one can stand y—"
Quinn's eyes widened as she caught the flash of pain on her sister's face; she jumped up and hastily stood between the two girls.
"Don't you dare talk to her like that," her voice was cool as she shielded her little sister from Mercedes ire, "I haven't been here very long but from what I can see, you don't have the right to call anyone else selfish, Mercedes."
The younger girl swallowed audibly—Mercedes silver cross shimmered in the light; dirty blonde brows furrowed, "I know we're not of the same denomination but—" she paused, unsure whether or not she wanted to go there.
She certainly did not have the right to judge but she was pop-u-lar for a reason and though she didn't like being mean, she couldn't just stand by and let her sweetheart get torn into by some jealous loser—
Quinn continued as if she hadn't paused, "I just can't believe someone who follows similar practices as Rachel and I would be so...so unnecessarily cruel. I'm sure God's not very happy with you—your parents wouldn't be either if they were to find out you were so callously throwing around insults."
Mercedes mouth dropped open slightly at that, guilt flashing through bitter eyes as the girl's jaw clenched.
Dirty move; dirty, dirty move, Q. Fabray.
Holding back a flinch, Quinn quickly took Rachel's hand into hers and began dragging her girl towards the doorway.
She stopped mid-step to stare meaningfully at her best friend, her face shifting between a frown and the mask of superiority she hardly ever wore unless she needed to, "Try and get them in line, would you, S? You're use to immaturity right?"
A lizard like smile slithered up Santana's face, "Not particularly, Q. My girl's haven't been out of line since the start of Cheerleading two years ago. And they never will again. I've, ah, made sure of it."
Santana fixed Mercedes with dark eyes—the girl slumped down in a random seat and looked away resentfully.
Point made.
Quinn ignored the sickening coil in her stomach before nodding to herself, directing a grateful smile towards her best friend before semi-glaring at the other girl's, "We'll be right back—and when we return, we're going to sort this out—like a team. We're fighting among ourselves when we should be worried about the competition. In case you guys weren't aware, that's not good," she gave a half-smile, her gaze apologetically flickering towards Mercedes and away again, "Don't know about you, but I for one don't want to lose to the boys so—sort your shit out would you?" She finished with another quick glance towards Mercedes.
Hazel eyes stayed trained on the younger girl who dare call herself one of Rachel's friends before dragging her silent sister out of the room and into the hallway.
x
The glass of the choir room door shuttered as Quinn slammed the door behind them.
Quickly checking to make sure they were alone, she placed her hands on the sides of sister's small waist and softly push the younger girl against a cool locker. Resting her forehead on top of Rachel's, she gazed into hurt brown eyes with a small shake of her head, "She was wrong," she stated meaningfully.
"She's not," Rachel whispered in reply.
Quinn frowned, "You're not selfish."
"I am."
She swiftly, but gently, pressed her lips against Rachel's; her breath quickened when her sister's arms automatically rose to circle around her neck. She pulled Rachel closer and pressed the girl harder against the locker.
She pulled back to breathe, "You're perfect," before kissing her girl again. Their lips slid together tenderly, mouths wet, breathing short, eyes hazy with affection—Quinn licked along her sister's bottom lip, skimming her tongue against the smooth flesh languidly as her hands tightened into fist on Rachel's sides.
Everything was heightened—the feelings, both physical and emotion. Rachel was just so soft.
God. Her baby sister really was soft everywhere.
"Quinn," Rachel mumbled against her lips, her name falling between them like a broken prayer—the girl panted into her mouth, "Quinn."
She shuddered at the sound; her chest heaved as she wrenched her mouth away and settled in the crook of Rachel's neck.
Quinn released the girl's sides to coil her arms around her sister's back; her nose brushed against a strumming pulse point and she placed a kiss to the rapidly beating organ, "I love you."
Rachel shivered in her arms before slumping back against the locker, "Love you."
They held each other for a few seconds—a low sigh resonated from her chest, "You're not selfish."
Almost immediately Rachel tensed her arms, the girl's hands tightening in her hair, "Quinn…"
Closing her eyes, Quinn exhaled quietly before leaning back to stare into insecure, self-depreciating eyes—her stomach clenched uneasily. Rachel wasn't allowed to look like that. To sound like—to sound like how Quinn awfully felt.
Self loathing was something she never wanted to see in her girl's eyes.
"Listen to me," she started in a hushed whisper, low with desperation "Listen, Rae," Rachel gazed up at her sadly; she swallowed back her tears and continued, "You are a star. You shine brighter than Naos, are greater than Bellatrix. You work the hardest and you want it the most. And don't you ever believe anyone who tells you otherwise."
Tears shined in dark eyes; her sister cupped her chin loosely, "I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you, in case you weren't aware," Rachel murmured as she gently stroked an angular jaw, "Deliriously in love—" her sister blinked before grinning widely, "I think I'm going to faint."
Quinn returned the grin, an adoring glint in her eye, "Why is that?" she reached a palm up to hold the back of Rachel's hands and kiss the girl's ring finger.
Rachel's soft voice barely registered in her ear, "You keep taking my breath away."
Her heart ached pleasurably, her eyes slipping closed as she exhaled shakily, "I can't even explain what you do to me, how you make me feel."
"Then just show me, Q— kiss me."
She could do that.
x
They—they as in she and Rachel—had decided, with muted protest from Quinn, that Rachel would gracefully bow out and allow Mercedes to sing lead.
The other girls had a different idea.
It had been put to a vote—
Rachel had voted for Mercedes
—and it was eventually decided that Rachel would sing lead in the mash-up with Mercedes following close behind.
The final decision had been uncontested—after practice, as the other girls were packing up, Mercedes went to sit in the far corner with a grimace, reverently staring down at her cross, tight lipped, brows furrowed.
Rachel sat next to Quinn, eyes closed, posture stiff.
Quinn squeezed her sister's hand.
x
Rachel sighed as Quinn picked her up around the waist and pushed her against the wall on the side of their house. Their parents weren't home yet, but she was sure Alison was inside and she did not feel like dealing with that right now. She just wanted to show Quinn how appreciative she was-
She nuzzled the older girl's cheeks, her fingers curling into shaggy locks, her slit gaze focused—she kissed the other girl's cheek, "Do you think she'll forgive me?"
Quinn hummed contently, "She'd be a fool not to."
Rachel pulled back to regard her sister with curious, inquisitive eyes, "What makes you say that?"
Her older sister grinned at her dopily, "Only an idiot would let you out of their life for good."
Butterflies erupted in her stomach—she smiled tenderly at her sister before dropping her legs from the blonde's waist to spin them around.
"Babe," Quinn whimpered as her back hit the wall, her eyes wide and bright as Rachel pressed her body tightly against hers. She wrapped her arms around the younger girl's waist and pulled her even closer, all the while nudging her nose along a tanned chin, "This isn't slow, love."
A little sigh fell from her sister's lips then; tiny hands slid up her front, pausing to squeeze her breast before settling around her neck. Long legs spread a little just then and Quinn's bulge settled between the junction between Rachel's legs.
"Fuck, baby," Quinn shuddered as she held the girl tighter, resisting the urge to rock forward, "I'm so hard," she murmured unintentionally, her cheeks flushed as she nuzzled her love's throat.
Rachel giggled before grinding her hips into Quinn's, "You're such a good girl, Q-bear," The younger girl tilted her head slightly to nip at her ear, "just because we're taking it slow doesn't mean there are not other things we can do."
Dirty blonde brows furrowed as Quinn blinked, before pulling away from her sister's neck and peering down at her in confusion, "Like—like what?"
Rachel smiled sweetly.
x
Above them, staring out the window, Alison stood with a puzzled look in bright blue eye. Wheat colored brows furrowed in concentration as she watched her two little sisters move closer and then—
She leaned back from the windowsill and closed her eyes. Frowning, she turned away from window, the image of her sister's kissing seared into her mind.
Well...that certainly explains it.
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