Not Like I Think About You Constantly
By: Tracy Cook
Disclaimer: I do not own anything; these characters belong to the creators of Glee, One Tree Hill, and The Vampire Diaries.
Authors Note: This is an AU fic that focuses around Glee/OTH/Vampire Diaries. There will be NO VAMPIRES and characters may be slightly OOC, but I will try and keep them in character.
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel, Brooke/Haley, and Caroline/Rebekah.
Rating: M
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Leaving Tonight
'Rachel twisted her fingers deep into blonde hair as she dragged the other woman toward the bed. Their lips were pressed tightly together in a heated kiss. Neither of them wanted to pull away from each other in that moment. They did not want any space between the two of them. Their bodies were cemented together, and breathing was irrelevant.
"Mmm…" Quinn groaned out in pleasure as she was pushed back onto the bed and Rachel straddled her. She raked her fingernails down her perfect toned thighs and smirked against her lips when the diva moaned loudly.
For Rachel the entire encounter was surreal.
She had spent years pining after Quinn, chasing her around like a lost puppy dog, begging for her attention, and now she was finally receiving it. Honestly, she was becoming a little worried that it was just her intoxicated mind playing tricks on her. She was probably making out with someone else entirely.
'No… This is Quinn… Her scent… Her touch… The taste of her lips… This is all Quinn…'
Suddenly, Rachel felt fingers push beneath her shirt and glide across her abdomen. She pulled out of the kiss and let out a loud gasp as her head fell back. She hadn't expected the contact. Quinn had never been so forward before.
Glancing down into hazel eyes, she noticed that they had darkened with desire and need and it caused her body to tremble. Quinn Fabray needed her. She wanted her. She was pleading with her eyes to be touched, and it set Rachel's skin on fire. But, then realization cut through the fog of desire and alcohol, and she thought about the situation logically.
It was not Quinn who wanted her. It was the influence of the alcohol in her system. If she were not inebriated then none of this would have been happening.
This thought caused her to hesitate.
"Quinn…" She muttered out under her breath as she pried her lips away from the blonde's. It took all of her will power to not allow things to get any more heated.
Quinn immediately reacted. She pulled away and stared up at Rachel with a horrified look on her face. She was scared that she had done something wrong, that she had once again hurt the beautiful woman straddling her waist. The thought caused her muscles to tense and her heart to race.
"What is it, Rachel?"
Rachel swallowed hard and pushed back her tears. "Nothing. I am just a little worried about the reason that you have embarked on this lovers tryst with me? I do not wish to be with you if it is merely the alcohol running through your system, Quinn. I want you to want me, regardless."
"Rachel!" She cried out in frustration, her voice cracking. She hated that Rachel thought so little of her. That she could think that she only wanted her because she was drunk. "I do want you regardless! I just happen to be drunk, but even if I wasn't—"
"—if you were not inebriated you would have never initiated this."
"Maybe not…" She sighed. "But, that doesn't mean that I wouldn't have wanted to."
"Quinn, I would just prefer that we wait until we are both sober to entertain our fantasies. This is not how I pictured my first time. I have always imagined that it would be with you, but there was romance, there was beautiful music, performed by me of course." She paused and smiled and Quinn laughed under her breath and shook her head. "There were rose petals on the bed, moments of slow pleasure and taking in each other's bodies, and most importantly, there was no alcohol involved."
"But… Rachel. It doesn't matter how it happens, it just matters that I love you."
Rachel took in a breath and smiled. She loved hearing those words from the blonde. They made her life complete.
"It matters to me."
"Then we will wait." Quinn did not dare push Rachel to do anything. She just wanted her to be happy.'
It had been a few days since the party and Rachel had never felt so happy, as she recalled the intimate moments shared between Quinn and herself. She could recall the way that the blonde's fingertips felt as they ghosted over her skin, and the way that her silky hair felt against her body. The way that her hazel eyes darkened with desire and how she started to pout when Rachel pulled away from her.
The woman that she had wanted for as long as she could remember finally wanted her back. She finally wanted her.
A permanent smile was plastered on her face since the night of the party, and her inspiration and drive had returned full-force. She was no longer doubting her relationship with Quinn, she was no longer doubting her happiness and her future. Rachel Barbra Berry was a woman on a mission and she would have everything that she ever wanted.
She would be a star on Broadway and she would have the love of her life by her side through it all. Operation: Get Quinn Fabray was a success!
Her smile spread from one ear to the other as she signed and dated her most recent entry in her diary. Doodles of hearts scattered the pages and she kicked her feet excitedly as she reread the entry. It had been so long since she truly felt this confident, happy, and alive! And this time she had a feeling that it was really going to last.
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Quinn glanced down at her homework with frustrated hazel eyes and a furrowed brow. It was like no matter how many times she reread the question she could not comprehend it, and it was beginning to frustrate her. She had a very high reading comprehension level and she never had problems doing assignments before. This time was different though, and she knew why.
This time all that she could think about was Rachel Berry and the night that they had shared together.
The moments that they had indulged in each other had been on constant replay in her mind since the party, and she could not make them go away. No matter how many times she attempted to refocus on what she was reading, her mind filled with memories. Full lips crashing down against hers passionately, the taste of berry lip-gloss on her tongue as it passed those lips and started to dance with Rachel's, the way that her thin fingers twisted in her blonde hair as she pulled her close and the moan that she let out as their bodies collided.
"Mm…" She moaned out softly to herself and then growled in annoyance and threw down her pen.
Every single time that Quinn started to get into what she was reading the thoughts would return and she found herself aroused, with a familiar aching between her thighs begging for release. There was no denying it. She had wanted Rachel Berry so badly that night. She had wanted to be her first, she had wanted to drown in the pleasure, but Rachel had stopped her.
If she hadn't, they would have gone all the way.
She shuddered loudly at the thought and her nipples hardened against the fabric of her bra.
"This is getting ridiculous! I can't even concentrate long enough to read this stupid chapter!" Quinn practically screamed before slamming the book shut and falling backwards on her bed. She was irritated. She had finally made a move and wanted to go all the way with Rachel, and Rachel had stopped her. Which was fine. But, now it had been a few days and the diva hadn't even attempted to contact her.
Was she still taking things slow? Did she not want her? Had she done something to once again screw things up between the two of them? The possibility that she could screw things up again completely irritated her.
If she was being honest, the avoidance was not all on Rachel's shoulders.
Some of it fell on her own.
She too had been avoiding the beautiful starlet. Mostly out of fear. Fear that they would go out on a date again, or be seen in public again and she would revert to the old her. She would revert to the Quinn Fabray who cared too much what other people thought, and she would push her away again. Only this time ruining her chances with Rachel forever.
Quinn could not live with the thought of screwing up again and losing the woman that she loved for good. She wanted everything to be perfect this time.
Suddenly, her phone rang and she quickly locked her eyes on it. Her heart was pounding loudly in her chest and she could no longer breathe. She knew that it probably was not Rachel who was contacting her. More than likely it was one of her other friends, but the thought of it possibly being the brunette made her body shake.
She reached out for it and caught her breath before sliding it open to see who the text was from.
When she saw that it was only a picture message from Brooke she let out a loud sigh of relief and clicked the receive button, patiently watching the screen as she waited for the picture to arrive. When it did, her heart leapt and eyes widened and she nearly dropped the phone.
Just as she was about to give up and start pushing Rachel away again, she was given a sign to keep holding on. For, there on the screen of her phone was a photograph of her and the other woman at the party, snuggled up in bed and holding onto each other tightly. Rachel's head was nuzzled deep into her shoulder and her full lips were pressed against her neck. She looked like she fit comfortably in her embrace. And the smile on her own lips as she slept was a smile that was unfamiliar to her.
A smile that she kept only for Rachel Berry.
Quinn's stomach twisted in a wonderful way and she felt tingles course along her skin as she stared at the picture in awe. Her lips twisting up at the corners due to the happiness that the picture elicited in her.
She was so in love with the woman in the photograph.
And without hesitation she made the picture the background of her cellphone and then closed it. She no longer wanted to push Rachel away. She was no longer worried that she would screw up or try and hide their relationship. Because, she knew that if someone saw the two of them together she would be proud and happy to hold the diva close, and she would gladly stand up for the two of them if it meant feeling like she was on top of the world.
Rachel made her feel like she was on top of the world.
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"Come out, kitten!" Brooke sang playfully through the door of their bathroom.
She had been waiting nearly an hour for Haley to finish putting on the Halloween costume that she had designed. She knew that the reasons that the tutor was nervous about showing off the costume that she had made for her were obvious. It was practically lingerie with some cute kitten ears.
"There is no way that I am coming out of here dressed like this, Brooke!"
"You said that you would dress sexy for me tonight!" She whined, her voice cracking as she stomped her feet in frustration. "It's the last night that I am going to see you before you go on tour."
"I said that I would dress sexy for you, not slutty. This is pushing it."
"Oh come on! Just come out here and let me be the judge of that!" Brooke wiggled the doorknob for a second before letting it go and patiently waiting for Haley to exit the bathroom. She knew that if she rushed the other woman than it would push her too far and she would never come out. She tended to push Haley past her limitations on a daily basis.
'Not that she ever complains about it… I think she kinda likes it.' Her lips twisted up into a devious grin at the thought.
Haley stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror and a blush covered her cheeks and exposed shoulders. She could not believe that Brooke wanted her to wear the revealing costume out in public. She wanted her to sing on stage in an outfit that showed off most of her stomach, her cleavage, and her legs. With embarrassing cat ears to top it off. 'I look ridiculous… how can she even find this sexy…?'
Letting out a sigh, she turned and opened the bathroom door walking out into their bedroom with her head bowed in shame and embarrassment as the cheerleader ogled her with lustful hazel eyes.
She was practically undressing her girlfriend with her eyes and it caused Haley's blush to intensify.
"I look ridiculous."
Brooke quickly noticed that Haley was turning to head back into the bathroom and she moved toward her, gripping her by the hand and pulling her away from the bathroom. "No you don't. You look so freaking sexy." She pulled the other woman's body tightly against her own and stared her down with hungry eyes. "Now all we have to do is." She paused and leant down to capture Haley's lips in a passionate kiss. "Draw some whiskers on ya and your costume will be done."
"No."
Her smile fell and turned into a pout. "But, why!? I'll be wearing the exact same thing, so you have nothing to worry about."
Haley's brown eyes widened at the news and her heart started to race. She was not the jealous type, but thinking about boys and girls looking at her girlfriend as she pranced around in barely any clothes made her insecure and jealous. "That gives me many more things I have to worry about."
Brooke cocked her head to the side and her dimples caved in her cheeks. "Aw, are you jealous Haley James?"
"No." She cast her eyes to the ground and chewed on her bottom lip before shrugging her shoulders. "Well, maybe a little bit. But, that's not the point."
"What is the point then?" She raised a brow at her girlfriend.
"The point is that this outfit is too revealing and there is no way that I can sing on stage in front of everyone that I know dressed like this. I'm practically naked, Brooke."
"I know, they'll love it!" When Haley shot her a disapproving look, Brooke insisted, "Seriously, Hales. They'll love it. You are totally gonna get asked to do an encore!"
"Brooke." She glared.
"Oh, come on! It's your last night in town before you head out on tour and I want to see my sexy girlfriend dressed in the outfit I made especially for her." Brooke stuck out her bottom lip in a pout and caught Haley's eyes with her own. Giving her the look that she knew the tutor could not resist. "Please?" She begged.
With a loud sigh, Haley threw up her hands in surrender. "Fine!"
"Yay!" She squeaked triumphantly.
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Quinn dabbed fake blood onto her cheek as she stared into her bathroom mirror. Tonight was the Halloween party and Haley's first night on tour and they were all dressing up for the event. She had chosen to dress up as a zombie. Her eyes were bruised and her skin looked like it was rotting off of her face, and she had blood smeared all over the cheerleading uniform that she was wearing. It was not the one for the cheerios. Coach Sylvester would kill her if she accidently stained it with fake blood.
Tonight, Haley would be leaving until graduation.
It had taken a while for the gravitation of that statement to really hit the blonde. Haley was leaving and Brooke was going to be alone for many months. Her best friend would put on a happy face and pretend like everything was fine, but it wasn't. Quinn could not imagine being away from Rachel for that long.
But, even more devastating than that was how close graduation actually was. Within a matter of months they were all going to be pushed out into the real world to fend for themselves. Their high school life was coming to an end and everyone was going to find out what life had in store for them. Haley would be going on tour, Brooke had her clothing line, Caroline and Rebekah were talking about heading out to California and looking into acting, and Rachel of course would be taking the steps to becoming a star.
What did she have?
Outside of the high school walls that protected her, what did she have? She did not have dreams and aspirations like the others. Yes, she wanted to attend Yale and become an actress, but it was not something that consumed her very being like it did with the others.
Everyone was separating and she was going to lose all of her best friends. Everything that she loved.
"Everything except for Rachel…" She mumbled under her breath as she applied some more makeup. It made her smile and her heart start to race when she thought about it. She would be going with Rachel to New York City to help her pursue her dreams. She would be there for her first audition, for her first day of school, for the process of hunting for her first apartment. She was going to be a part of it all.
That was enough to make her happy.
Quinn Fabray got to spend the rest of her life with Rachel Berry as long as she did not screw it up. That thought still terrified her. Tonight she would be displaying her affection and love for Rachel out in the open, for everyone to see.
She was going to hold Rachel's hand proudly and show off her beautiful girlfriend at the party.
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Caroline was at the club a little earlier than most of her other friends. She preferred to be places early so that she could help with setting up if they allowed her. Plus, Rebekah had told her that they were not to see each other the entire day so that their costumes could be a surprise that evening.
'I can't wait to see her; I bet she'll look amazing!'
She cast her blue eyes around the room in search of the other blonde, but she had no luck. It felt like she had been waiting for her to arrive for hours.
She had chosen to dress up like a sad prom queen. She was wearing a torn up prom dress, her eyeliner streaming down her face, and her blonde curls pulled up into a side ponytail as if she were from the eighties. Caroline had thought that it would be a very suiting costume for her considering that she never really got to be the happy little prom queen like she wanted. It was always Quinn Fabray.
Suddenly, she spotted Tyler out of the corner of her eye as he walked into the club.
He was dressed up as a werewolf and he actually looked quite adorable. He had cute fuzzy tufts of fur on his cheeks; he had fangs, and long furry ears. Along with this he also had on furry gloves with long claws coming out from his fingertips. He was wearing contact lenses that made his eyes a glowing yellow color as well. Honestly, she loved his costume.
Caroline had not really talked to Tyler since they broke up. She always felt like she just hurt him whenever she did talk to him and it made her feel terrible. All that she wanted was for him to find happiness like she had, for him to move on with his life and find a girl who could love him like he deserved. He was a wonderful and loving man that she still cared for and loved deeply, but she was in love with Rebekah.
'I thought he was the love of my life until…' She paused when she noticed the beautiful blonde walk into the club. 'Rebekah… my god woman!'
Rebekah was ironically dressed up as a vampire. She thought that it was so funny that her ex-boyfriend had dressed up as a werewolf and her current girlfriend a vampire. It was like the oldest rivalry ever.
Rebekah's costume took her breath away, though.
She was wearing a red strapless dress that clung tightly to her body and showed off most of her perfect curves, and the creamy skin of her shoulders and neck. Her skin had been intentionally painted to be paler and she had in blue contacts that made her natural eyes glow brightly. In her mouth were fangs and her full pouty lips were painted blood red like the dress that she was wearing. She looked stunning.
'Oh god… she's just wow.' Caroline's cheeks were tainted red as her mind was filled with all of the inappropriate things that she wanted to do to Rebekah in that moment. It was insane how her body reacted just to seeing the other woman dressed up in such a revealing outfit.
She started to head toward the blonde Brit with a large toothy grin on her face that contradicted her tear stained cheeks. She could not help it. Just the sight of Rebekah caused her heart to start pounding loudly in her ears and a smile to form on her lips. She always made her days brighter and she loved the other woman for that.
On her way toward her girlfriend, Caroline was stopped by Tyler who stepped in front of her and offered her a charming smile. Rebekah's blue eyes were fixated on the scene from a distance. She could not help but feel like history was repeating itself. Like they were reverting to the times when Caroline had hidden her true feelings for her behind Tyler. When she had denied her affections.
She knew that Caroline would never do that again, but it did not help in easing her jealousy. She felt irrationally angry and she did not know how to control it. She always had quite the temper.
"You look so amazing tonight, Care." Tyler told her, looking the blonde over.
A blush covered her pale cheeks at the compliment and she returned it, genuinely. "So do you! I really love your costume! It's so cute!"
Caroline knew that she should not be saying such things. She shouldn't be getting his hopes up and returning his flirtations. She just felt really bad about everything that had happened between the two of them and she wanted to make him happy. He had been such an important part of her life for so many years that she felt obligated to help him in his time of need. Not to mention, he was the first person that she had ever thought she loved. Those feelings didn't just go away overnight.
She still felt something for him.
"You know, I've been meaning to talk to you about some stuff." He told her, reaching out and taking her hand in his own.
Caroline could practically feel the heat radiating off of her girlfriend as Tyler took her hand in his own. It was kind of cute how territorial and jealous that she got. But, she also knew that Rebekah had a temper and she was one to act irrationally on that anger. She did not want to trigger anything; she just didn't know how to let him down politely.
"What stuff would that be?"
"I just wanted to tell you that it's been really hard on me since the breakup. I know you're with Rebekah now." His face contorted in annoyance as he said her name. He still could not believe that Caroline had left him for her. "But, I really miss you and I'd really like to go back to being friends with you. We used to have so much fun together, before we were dating and I miss those days."
She didn't know what to say.
"Don't you miss those days?" He wondered.
"Yeah." Her voice was soft and she was internally trying to figure out if what he was saying was genuine or manipulative, if he was trying to just be friends, or if he wanted to be more than friends and was using the idea to his advantage. "I do miss those days."
Caroline could not believe that Tyler would ever manipulate her. He was hurt about the breakup and he obviously still had feelings for her, but he just wasn't that kind of guy. Still, she hesitated a little when she heard his next question.
"Would you dance with me?"
"What?" Her eyes widened in confusion. 'Why on earth would he ask me to dance with him!?'
"Just for old times' sake?" When she still looked uncertain he added, "Just as friends, Care. I promise."
Caroline glanced over at Rebekah and she could tell that she was going to regret this decision. But, she felt terrible saying no to Tyler after everything that she had put him through. And if he really did want to be friends, and this was just a friendly gesture and not romantic, then she did not see any harm in sharing one last dance with him before they parted ways at graduation. Still, she knew that she was going to regret her decision later. Rebekah looked like she was prepared to attack him.
"Sure." She forced a grin despite her worries about her girlfriend. "Why not?"
Tyler grinned and held out his arm in order to lead her out onto the dance floor.
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Hazel eyes fixated on Rachel Berry as she walked through the doors of the club.
She had chosen to actually dress up for Halloween in a costume, not just something that looked sexy with a theme. It made complete sense. She was always so theatrical, so of course that would show up in her Halloween costumes. Her face was painted green and she had a mole on her nose, she was wearing a giant black witch hat and a long black gown to match.
Quinn couldn't help but smile at the sight.
No, it wasn't the sexiest outfit, but still she could not deny that even with the green face paint she was still the most beautiful woman in the room. No, Rachel was the most beautiful woman on the face of the planet. And because she did not ever conform to social norms, Quinn only found her all the more appealing. She envied that ability. She did not have the ability to do that and no matter what, she probably never would. She cared too much what people thought of her to ever completely be herself.
Rachel did not care what people thought of her. She just believed that her way of thinking was the right way of thinking and that everyone else was wrong.
She loved that about the starlet.
She loved everything about her and once again Quinn was finding herself baffled that the woman walking toward her with a wide grin and shimmering brown eyes was her girlfriend. Years of denial had caused her to suppress so many feelings she had for the other woman, that she had become such a hateful and bitter person. Mostly taking that anger out on Rachel herself. And yet, somehow she had found it in her heart to forgive her.
People thought that Rachel was the most self-centered person in the world. That she only cared about her own happiness and that she never put others before her. That was not true though. If Rachel only cared about herself then she would have never given Quinn another chance after all of the pain that she had put her through. She would have never allowed her back into her life.
She had one of the biggest hearts of anyone that the blonde had ever known. People just did not care to get close enough to her to really see who she was.
Quinn wanted to walk up to her girlfriend and wrap her arms tightly around her and never let her go. Instead she approached the diva slowly and offered her a shy smile. She was not yet prepared to show that much affection in public.
"Hey there." The cheerleader offered in a soft voice.
"Hello, Quinn. Your costume, though terrifying, is actually quite appealing to the eye."
Her compliments were just so cute sometimes. Who used that many words when they described something? Why not just say that she were beautiful? 'Because, she would not be Rachel if she just said that… I love all the words she uses…'
Quinn laughed under her breath and her hazel eyes shimmered with happiness. "Why thank you. You too have somehow managed to pull that off."
Rachel's smile widened and a blush covered her naturally tan cheeks. "Thanks." She still couldn't believe that Quinn Fabray was giving her compliments. The woman who had insulted the way that she looked for so many years was actually saying that she looked pretty.
Silence filled the air between the two of them and they started to grow uncomfortable. Neither of them knew what to say to start their evening off.
Finally, the blonde realized that Rachel was staring out onto the dance floor and humming the song that was playing to herself, and she knew exactly what the other woman wanted to do. She wanted to dance. Quinn swallowed hard, her heart racing out of her chest as she internally gave herself a pep-talk. 'You said that you were going to show her off to the world, don't you dare chicken out now Fabray! Just ask her if she wants to dance or you are going to prove that you haven't changed and you are going to lose her.'
"Would you care to dance, Rachel?" She did not know how she found her voice, but she did. The thought of losing her was far more terrifying than losing her reputation.
The sight of Rachel's face lighting up and her brown eyes widening with excitement was more than enough for Quinn. She now understood that if she had that it did not matter what anyone else said to her. She just wanted the beautiful brunette standing before her to be happy.
Despite her initial excitement, the starlet calmed down and forced herself to think logically. "Are you certain that you wish to dance with me right now? The majority of the town is here tonight and I would hate to rush you into something that you were not yet comfortable with, Quinn."
"I want to dance with you. I don't care who sees it."
"Are you sure?" She knit her brows together in worry and stared up into hazel eyes.
"Yes. Somewhere along the line I think I grew up, Rachel. I know what is most important to me and I am prepared to deal with the harsh reality of their words and their evil glares. I'm prepared to take on the wrath of my parents. I'm prepared to take on the world if it means being with you."
Her words made Rachel feel like she was the most special woman on the planet. She had been worthy of what no one had ever been worthy of, Quinn Fabray's love.
"In that case, I would love nothing more than to dance with you." Her voice heightened excitedly and she grabbed Quinn's hand, leading the way onto the dance floor. She knew that despite the blonde being the one to ask for a dance that she would be too nervous to initiate it. Luckily Rachel had no problem initiating anything.
Hazel eyes were fixated on the many people who were staring at them. Some went to their school with them, others knew her parents, and they all shared equally confused and disgusted looks as Rachel wrapped her arms around her shoulders and started to sway to the music. She wanted so badly to just focus on the way that the brunette's body fit against hers, the way that her soft skin caused her to shiver every time that it brushed against hers, the way that her hot breath against her neck made her weak in the knees.
But, she could not enjoy any of it with everyone in the club staring at the two of them.
'They probably aren't all staring… just get out of your head Quinn.'
The feelings did not go away though. And she could feel the urge to disappear that she always had in these situations returning. She felt like she was going to be sick and that she needed to get away from their watching eyes. She wanted to turn and run.
Just then, Rachel leant her head against Quinn's shoulder and pressed a soft and soothing kiss against the exposed skin of her neck. This instantly calmed the blonde. Then she whispered against her ear. "Just ignore them, Quinn." Her body relaxed considerably just hearing those words. "Focus on how happy you are to be here with me. Enjoy the way that I feel wrapped up in your arms." She pulled their bodies closer together and Quinn had to stifle a small moan when Rachel's leg pressed between her thighs a little.
'That had to be innocent right? Rachel wouldn't intentionally do something like that just to distract me… Oh my god she is smirking, she totally would do something like that to distract me! Well, I guess it is kind of working.'
A blush tainted her cheeks as the starlet moved against her seductively as she danced. "They don't matter. Nothing matters tonight aside from us."
Quinn smiled as the words registered in her mind and she could feel tears welling up in her eyes. It was ridiculous, but every single time that Rachel said something like that it made her feel like she was going to cry. She just loved her so much. She was the only one who could keep her grounded, the only one who could take away her fears.
Leaning down she placed a kiss against the top of her head before taking in her intoxicating scent. She loved her scent. She loved everything about her.
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Brooke walked backstage and glanced around for any sign of her girlfriend. She was supposed to be performing in less than an hour and no one had heard anything from her. All of the other singers going on tour with her had been looking around for her, yet no one could find her.
"Haley?" She called out gently as she looked under some of the furniture.
Finally, she spotted the girl hiding underneath one of the tables in the room. Her eyes were shut and she was muttering words over and over to herself as she held her knees tightly to her chest.
"Haley?" Brooke asked again.
Brown eyes snapped open and the tutor let out a startled yelp as she was interrupted. She had not expected anyone to find her. "Hey, Brooke."
She moved under the table and took a seat beside her girlfriend on the ground, reaching out and covering her shaking hands with one of her own "Hey." She laughed a little at the nonchalance of her statement. It was obvious that this was not normal behavior. "What are you doing hiding under here?"
"I was just trying to get my mind off of what I'm about to do."
"How was that working out for ya?" Brooke grinned playfully. She found Haley's stage fright to be adorable, but she hoped that she would be capable of getting past it. That day that they had performed in Glee club together had been wonderful. Haley had let all of her fears go and had just enjoyed singing. She was too spectacular not to.
"It's not working at all! I keep trying to tell myself that it is all going to be okay, but my heart just keeps racing and I feel like I can't breathe."
"Well, it is going to be okay, and you are going to do great. You'll see. Now come on, the bands are looking for you." Brooke gripped ahold of Haley's hands and dragged her out from under the table. This time she would literally push the shy girl out of her comfort zone if she had to. She was not going to allow her to miss out on such a wonderful opportunity that anyone would kill for.
Haley tried to pull away from her girlfriend as they reached the door to backstage. "I can't go out there."
"You can and you will." Brooke insisted with a dimpled grin as she pulled her by the hands again.
"They are all going to hate me."
"No. They are all going to love you, Haley." She turned and stared down into deep brown eyes, lifting her hands and cupping the sides of her beautiful face. She could not believe that Haley thought so little of herself. Sometimes it angered her so much knowing that people in her life had made her feel so incapable and pathetic. "You have such an amazing voice and you are such a wonderful person, how could they not love you?"
A blush tainted her cheeks and she tried to glance away, but Brooke held her head in place.
"Besides, you are wearing the sexy costume that I made ya." She pulled her hands away from Haley's face and allowed one of them to playfully slap her ass. It caused her to jump and let out a yelp before blushing even brighter.
"God, please don't remind me that I am wearing this."
"Wow, don't sound so grateful." Brooke teased. "I slaved over a needle and thread for hours in order to make that costume perfect for you."
Haley laughed. "Oh right, perfect for me?"
"Okay." Her grin twisted deviously and she ran her fingers along her girlfriend's exposed thighs, trailing her nails along the skin and watching Haley shake beneath her touch and her eyes darken with desire. "Maybe it was perfect for me."
Suddenly, she leant in and started to trail heated kisses along the other woman's neck, her fingers moving gradually up her thighs toward her heated center. She wanted to take Haley's mind off of her big night, but she also wanted to make love to her before they parted ways for many months. 'I mean the tour bus sex will be hot when I go and see her on tour… but, it's just not the same.'
"How's my plan working?" Brooke asked playfully as she traced her fingers along Haley's clit through her panties.
She gasped. "What plan?"
"My plan to distract you from your stage fright?"
"Mmm…" Haley shook when Brooke applied more pressure to her clit. "It's working pretty well."
"Is it?" Brooke bit down on her bottom lip and watched as the tutor's head fell back against the door that she had pressed her up against. The cheerleader's fingers were now circling her clit and Haley was letting out soft whimpers as she rocked her hips against them.
"Yeah, just keep doing that." She breathed out, digging her nails into the other woman's shoulders as pleasure shot through her body.
Slowing her pace, she nibbled on Haley's earlobe before asking her, "What do you want Haley? What will help relieve your stress?" Sometimes she found it fun to ask what the other woman wanted, because she knew that she was so shy and that she would not want to answer.
"Brooke…" She whispered with a bright blush on her cheeks.
"What Hales?" Her voice was low and deep and filled with seduction. "Just tell me what it is that you want and I promise, your wish is my command."
Haley hated when Brooke did this. It made her so completely embarrassed. She got her so worked up that she needed more from her and then she would force her to say what she wanted before giving in to her. She had even tried to be stubborn once and refuse, but the other woman's resistance was actually quite impressive and Haley ended up giving in.
"I want you." Her voice was barely audible as she said it and her blush had now traveled down over her shoulders.
Brooke reached behind the beautiful woman and locked the door behind her, before running her fingers down the back of her costume and unzipping it. She then pushed it to the ground as she lowered to her knees and stared at Haley's exposed womanhood. She took in the scent of her arousal and it excited her. She could not wait to taste her again. It was one of her favorite things to do.
Haley tangled her hands in dark hair and pulled the other woman closer to her, begging for more without actually saying anything. Brooke smirked and took the hint, leaning forward and running her tongue along her clit.
"I see." Brooke teased pulling away and staring up at her. "So, this is what you want, is it?"
"Brooke." Haley stated in a reprimanding tone of voice.
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Author's Note:
I know that it has been a long while since I have updated this story, but I hope that y'all will enjoy this chapter. It is very Faberry centric, but the next chapter will have a lot of Rebekoline drama in it! :) I do plan to start updating this more frequently again if y'all would like that! Please do leave me some reviews and if people are still interested enough in this story then I promise to update again within the week! I already have the outline for the next chapter made! Thank you all for all of your support!
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-Tracy Cook
