March - Junior Year

Give Me the Beat Boy and Free My Soul

"I can't believe you're not coming to the party!" Rachel whined and Leroy threw a hand up to cut off the rest of her diatribe. "It's Quinn's birthday, Daddy."

"She'll have more."

"That's not the point."

"I'll make twice the appearance at next year's party. Okay? Rachel, not today," he groaned, energy failing him.

"'I'm tired,' is not a good enough excuse for missing my girlfriend's birthday."

"I'm tired! Deal with it. She'll survive."

"Whatever," Rachel huffed and stormed out of his room. She ran smack into her other father and Hiram stilled her with a single look.

Enough was enough.

"He doesn't feel well. Let it be."

"But-"

"Let it be," he warned again.

"Are you at least coming or should I tell her both my parents bailed?"

His eyes found the wall.

"Great. Great support. Thanks, fathers!" she shouted, stomped down the stairs and stormed out the door. It slammed with attitude and Hiram jumped.

"It's okay, Rachel," she assured and plopped down on the lounge chair by the pool. "Stop apologizing."

"I feel awful, though," Rachel whimpered and sat down in front of her. She smacked Quinn's legs apart and slid up between them to relax back on the girl.

"I'll have more birthdays."

"That's exactly what he said and that's not the point."

Quinn grinned and snaked her arms around Rachel's front before dropping her chin comfortably to her shoulder.

"Stop pouting, please. And when do I get my present?" she chirped.

"If he's tired enough to miss your party, he's tired enough to need to go to the doctor."

"Are you listening to me?"

"Yes, and also ignoring you."

"Pleasant."

"I mean, I'm right, right? Who gets so tired they don't even want to leave the house? That's doctor material."

"I don't agree. Parents are just… old. They get tired. He'll be fine."

"Well he'll just love your opinion," she huffed and Quinn pulled her in closer.

"Baby…"

"What?" Rachel muttered, thoughts wandering in a thousand different directions.

"My present."

"Who said I got you a present?" she grinned, eyes darting happily over her shoulder at the birthday girl.

"You better have gotten me a present, a bedazzled present. It's the only reason I'm in this relationship."

Rachel laughed, a little less worrisome by the second.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhm. Bedazzles and a meal ticket," Quinn added.

"Gonna ride my ass to the big time, huh?"

"Gonna ride it for more reasons than that," she purred and nipped at Rachel's neck. The brunette's worries flooded away, drained out and shimmied into the pool. She closed her eyes and snuggled into Quinn. The cool March air blew over them in a peaceful way she missed during the winter.

"Tell me about these other reasons you'll be riding me," Rachel murmured. "Tell me about all of them."

"You little minx. Is this Rachel Berry initiating dirty talk?" Quinn chuckled and the girl in her arms gasped defiantly.

"Not anymore."

"Awe, baby!" Quinn laughed and Rachel crawled off the chair in a huff.

The back door swung open and Judy, Puck, and Brittany poured out with elated smiles and laughter.

"There they are!" Judy and Brittany beamed.

"I said it first," Brittany snapped. "I get the prize!"

"Britt, there's no prize," Puck snorted.

"Um, there's always a prize."

"What are you guys doing?" Quinn interjected with a smile.

"Looking for the birthday girl; she snuck out of her own party with a pouty hobbit," Puck laughed.

"Noah."

"Bro."

"Oh, stop," Quinn groaned. "Stop with the bromance stuff. It drives me nuts."

"Q, what are we if they're a bromance?" Brittany wondered.

"A wet dream ready to happen," Puck muttered. Quinn snapped off her Mary Jane and hurled it at him. After a swift duck, it flew over his head and directly into the pool.

"Nice one," Rachel muttered. "Those are mine."

"Whoops."

"Now you owe me a present."

"You have more shoes than underwear, stop huffing."

"Shoes are a girl's best friend," Brittany chirped.

"No, Britt, that's diamonds," Quinn corrected and Rachel whipped to her.

"That's something I could get on board with! Forget the shoe, go with diamonds. Big fat, glistening-"

"Easy tiger," Puck laughed. "Let a girl put a ring on it."

"Thank you!" Quinn boasted. "She steals things all the freaking time, you wouldn't even believe."

Puck chuckled and nodded, eyes twinkling at Quinn and winking at Rachel. He loved them. He loved them so, so much. He'd never be as perfect for Quinn as Rachel and he'd come to accept that. The blonde lit up around her. She smiled a smile she reserved strictly for the brunette. And Rachel, well she got less annoying as each day passed, especially lately. She was relaxed, flirty, and even fun.

He figured she got laid.

Oh, the images of them getting laid and kissing and-

"We still on for the movie on the lawn tonight? Is everyone staying for it?" Judy interrupted, thank god.

"Actually, Mom, it's just the four of us right here. We didn't invite any of the others."

"San can't come?"

"No!" Rachel snapped and Brittany popped her mouth closed. "She'd torment, tease, and eat me alive."

Puck shivered at the thought. He needed air. He needed… baseball.

"You wanna join?" Quinn asked her mother.

Judy smiled casually, attempting to mask her giddy excitement at being invited. She only ever wanted to be invited.

"No, no, I couldn't. It's your party. You kids keep to yourselves. Do kid stuff," she answered with a wave of her hand.

"You sure?" Rachel asked. "It's really fine. It would be quite pathetic to be ditched by all four of our parents today."

"Your Dad's trying," Judy assured Quinn, "but the office just isn't working for him."

"It's fine," she muttered. "No big deal."

Rachel shot eyes over the saddened blonde and instantly started brainstorming ways to make it up to her. Sure, sex didn't replace absent fathers, but it could redirect the mind. It could definitely redirect the mind. And there were endless opportunities to do just that on the check list note card in her purse.

Yes, she had a check list.

She didn't want to forget her ideas.

And she loved, loved, loved her ideas.

Said ideas flooded her thoughts and she found herself licking her lips and leering at Quinn. The blonde laughed with Puck and Brittany and then met her eyes.

Her laughter died and she did a double take.

And then she twitched.

And she blushed.

And she smirked.

The tension exploded.

"So the movie later," Puck said and cleared his throat, never missing a beat between the golden couple and the last beat nearly rocking his pants off.

"Can we watch Andre?" Brittany chirped.

Four sets of eyes landed on her.

"What? He's a seal. And he claps!"

Four sets of eyes didn't respond.

"…he dances, too. …What?"

"Veto," Puck huffed. "No romances either," he sneered at the couple. "Let's go horror. Horror outside in the grass would be cool as hell- heck. Cool as heck."

Judy snorted and shook her head.

"I'll leave you kids to it. Don't forget to say bye to your friends as they start leaving."

"Thanks, Mom. Don't forget to join us!" she hollered and Judy retreated back into the house. Silence fell over them as Brittany pondered over Andre, Puck pondered over baseball, and Rachel pondered over Quinn's naked body.

Quinn cleared her throat.

"So my present!"

"I can't… believe… this is… my present," she moaned, hands tangling in Rachel's hair and grass needles tickling her neck and bare hips. Her eyes rolled closed and she raised her hips up to meet those delicious, delicious lips and snarky, sneaky tongue.

Oh, the tongue.

Rachel's tongue.

Rachel's everything.

"Happy birthday," she murmured, hot air blowing over Quinn's wetness. She smiled and slid two fingers inside without warning.

"Ohhh, happy birth- ah- day, indeed," Quinn panted.

Fingers probed deep and that tongue, god that tongue, licked her and massaged her and played with her all over.

"I'm sorry," she panted again.

"For what?" Rachel muttered through juices.

"For making fun of your note card. I love, I love the note card. I worship the note card."

"Stop talking. You'll wake your parents."

"I can't, I can't. I have, oh my god do that again," she moaned and Rachel pulled her clit back into her mouth to suck on it. Quinn's hips bucked and her right arm dragged up, up, and up over her head to grip dry earth.

"You need to hush. I'm not going to get caught eating you out."

"Oh, shiiiiit. Say more stuff like that."

"Bee. Hush."

"I can't, oh I can't. I have so many thoughts. They, they, oh god, they're going crazy," she groaned, head tossing to either side. "Is this what it feels like to be you?"

"Ass."

"I'm, I'm serious. I can't form, I feel… oh, yesss," she hissed as Rachel curled her fingers. "Why have we not done this fully before now? This is, this is… everything."

"I was scared. Quinn, hush. Your parent's window is right there."

"Mom thinks we're watching the movie."

"That was three hours ago."

"So, so, oh my, so she'll think we're in bed."

"And if she looks?" Rachel murmured, laid her tongue flat and dragged it all the way up Quinn. She dragged her left hand forward under Quinn's shirt and gripped a nipple.

"Uggggh, what did you say?"

Rachel smiled and dove back in. Suddenly very thankful for her big lips and talented tongue, she assaulted Quinn with everything in her. She loved the weird taste, the shaking thighs against her ears, and the clawed fingers ripping her hair out. It was perfect.

"You're, you're…"

"Shush."

"I caaaan't. I feel like, like ice cream. Is this what ice cream feels like?"

"You're not making sense," Rachel whispered and danced her tongue around Quinn's tingling nub. She pulled her fingers out, rubbing and stretching as she did so, and then pushed them back inside to rub harder.

"My brain makes sense. It does, oh it does. But words, words are, are hard."

Rachel's wandering eyes caught a flash of light in Judy's bedroom. It shot incomparable fear straight to her toes.

"Quinn shut up," she barked quietly and stilled herself.

A fiery blonde head arched up from the ground and glared down at her.

"Why did you stop?"

"Shut up, shut up. The window," she shot her eyes up. Quinn lay back down and curled at the waist to turn and look at the house. The side table lamp by her parent's bed lowly lit the room. She whipped back to Rachel.

"It's dark enough right? Out here? They can't see?"

"The moon is enough. Come on," Rachel gasped, pulled out of Quinn and yanked her awkwardly to her feet. They stumbled through the yard to the tree line, Quinn's shorts flapping around her ankles, and snuck behind a tree where they froze and waited.

Quinn leaned back against it, body on fire and wetness cooling between her legs. Rachel stood in front of her, slowly leaning to the right to peer at the house, her face glistened in the moonlight and Quinn chuckled.

Judy cracked open the back door, looked out over the pool, the empty blankets, the projector, the roll out screen, and... the t-shirt.

Oh no.

Rachel looked down and saw only bra; shit, she'd forgotten her shirt. She cursed herself and watched Judy give the yard one more glance before shutting the door.

She leaned back behind the tree and looked at Quinn; she was desperate and frustrated beyond belief.

"She gone?" the girl panted.

"Yeah, sorry love."

"Where's your shirt?" Quinn giggled.

"Yard."

"Nice one."

"From the girl with her shorts around her ankles…"

"They're staying there," Quinn snapped and yanked Rachel into her. "It's not a present if I don't come."

"When did you get such a dirty mouth?"

"When you went down on me. You ripped something open," Quinn growled and brought their mouths together. "Now come on."

Rachel ignored her, slipping her tongue deep inside to let Quinn taste herself and effectively cut off her pleas. She drove deep, dancing her tongue over Quinn's just like she had between her legs. The mimicked movements drove the blonde crazy with need. She placed hands on the brunette's shoulder and pushed down.

"Really, Bee?" Rachel moaned. "You gonna force me to my knees?"

"Don't wanna have to…"

"Say please."

"Please."

"Say pretty please."

"Pretty please."

"Say-"

"Rachel if you don't finish what you started I will never have sex with you again."

Rachel dropped to her knees, spread Quinn's legs and forced her tongue back to work. She brought her right hand up, pushed two fingers inside her and curled roughly.

"Oh, oh, oh, ohhh…"

"Pee."

"What?" Quinn snapped, fear rocketing through her.

"You seemed stuck on oh. I was helping," Rachel quivered out. Quinn breathed an enormous sigh of relief.

"No more jokes. No more. You just gave me a my-girlfriend-is-a-closeted-fetish-freak heart attack."

"Huh?" Rachel asked.

"Nothing, go back to work."

"Say please."

"Rachel."

"That's not please."

"Please, baby."

Rachel licked up her, swirled around Quinn's hot center and rocked her fingers in out.

And a crunch sounded in the background.

What was that? What was that? Her ministrations lost their flow as worst-case scenarios pounded through her head and another twig snapped.

"Rach, focus."

"I am."

"You're licking my inner thigh."

Rachel opened her eyes.

Oh.

She gulped.

"I meant to," she muttered and moved back up. Another twig snapped. "Did you hear that?"

"No. Stop talking."

"Now you don't wanna talk. I think it's a bear."

"There're no bears out here."

"I really think it's a bear," she mumbled over sucking Quinn's clit back into her mouth. She twisted, thrust and curled her fingers inside and the blonde's thighs clenched.

"No, no bear. But that, yes that."

"I swear it's a bear."

She swirled her tongue, fast, hard and direct over Quinn. Bears eat humans, right? They attack? Especially naked, sweaty humans, right?

"Just eat me, god, eat me."

"Don't say that too loud."

"Oh, my… yesss," Quinn hissed as Rachel tightened her teeth around the nub. She flicked her tongue over the tip and then released it, running a hot, wet, flat tongue over all of her before reverting back to her swirls. "There, there, yes…"

Another crunch.

It shot goose bumps up Rachel's spine and fear through her heart. She picked up her pace and applied all her attention to Quinn. She licked, sucked, and kissed directly over it, raping it with pleasure and never providing a break.

"Oh god, oh god, ohh my god…"

She pushed her fingers in again and again and Quinn's legs trembled uncontrollably before her hands smacked onto the back of Rachel's, gripped tight, and the heat shattered into sparklers and rained all over her body.

She slammed the back of her head into the tree and let the exploding sensations shoot through her, down to her toes and out to her fingers.

And Rachel never stopped.

She licked, kissed, and sucked and Quinn died.

Quinn died hard.

Her knees gave out, her stomach knotted and her crotch flamed hot.

"Stop, stop, stop," she panted and slid her hand between Rachel's mouth and her sex. "Oh, god, stop. Enough," she laughed. "No more."

Rachel giggled from her knees and Quinn caved down the tree into her arms. Her bare ass hit forest floor and she shifted uncomfortably. Rachel looked down between her legs and chuckled.

"You're soaked, you know," she said.

"Yeah and?"

"Ever seen what happens when you stick a wet hand into bird seed?" Rachel grinned. Quinn smirked, imagining all the forest floor items that would be stuck to the most intimate part of her body when she decided to finally stand.

Nothing could be hotter, she figured.

Nothing would ever be hotter.