Little Readers,
I know these updates are slow and if I had more time I would update more frequently, but that's just it, I really don't have a lot of time these days.
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Court
CHAPTER 42
There's a change coming, but what would Michael Jackson do?
Senior Year
There was a change in the air. Quinn couldn't quite work out what it was, but there was definitely a change coming. The roads were quiet as she drove towards school, and Taylor swift was blasting from the CD Rachel had made her the other day. The windows were rolled down and the sun was out for a change. It was a nice day, a nice day, but a day that smelt like change.
"We're doing Jackson," Mr Schuester said and he opened his arms as though he was expecting everyone to rush forward and hug him. Quinn had only just walked in the choir room; she couldn't understand why she hadn't stopped at Starbucks on her way to school.
"Well the Warblers are doing it too," Blaine said sighing.
"You still talk to them?" Puck asked narrowing his eyes.
"Well yeah," Blaine replied, "I still have friends there,"
"You can't ever talk to them!" Artie remarked, "That's the ultimate betrayal,"
"You're like a modern day eggs benedict," Puck agreed.
"Come now," Mr Schue said laughing a little, "Blaine is not a betrayer, if anything his connections with the Warblers will help us,"
"I agree," Kurt replied, "Now if you would kindly back away from my boyfriend,"
Quinn smirked from the other end of the classroom; they had been so cute lately she just wanted to squeeze their cheeks.
"You have assignments this week guys, to help practice for regionals, I want you all to perform a Jackson number," Mr Schue announced bringing their attention back on him.
"Oh god the pressure," Mercedes sighed.
"We laugh in the face of pressure," Sam grinned and he stood and walked to the white board. He picked up and marker and wrote WWMJD with it.
"Did you forget the alphabet Sam?" Santana asked.
Sam shook his head, "No, What would Michael Jackson Do?"
"Agreed," Tina smiles, "We'll ask ourselves all week, and it'll help our mindset,"
"Plus, as long as we know we'll fight for the regional title I don't see how we can't beat them," Blaine smiled.
"Fight, as in a street fight?" Finn asked.
"Guys," Mr Schue warned.
"Oh calm your recently engaged boobs Mr Schue," Santana replied, "They mean a dance off,"
Mr Schue raised his eyebrows, clearly unaware how to answer her.
"No," Blaine smiled, "I mean a Jackson off,"
. . .
"Are we really having a Jackson off right now?" Quinn sighed.
Rachel clapped her hands beside her, "And the best part is Dad and Daddy went away for the weekend and this is the latest I've been out,"
Quinn smirked, checking the time on her phone, Hiram and Leroy had gone on a fishing trip apparently, which she couldn't work out why because they both hated the smell of fish, no pun intended. Her own parents had gone away as well, she had seen them earlier this morning before school and called her Mom before she'd left.
"There's something waiting for you on the bench," she had said, "I didn't open it, but don't tell me until we get home,"
"Why?" Quinn had asked.
"Because I want to be able to hug you either way," Judy had responded.
Quinn had been confused about the entire conversation all afternoon at Kurt's. But when Sebastian had texted, telling them where the Jackson off was, she had forgotten all about what ever was waiting at home.
The car park was deserted, and it was making her feel a little edgy.
"We look like a gang" Mercedes quipped.
"We are a gang," Puck replied, "We're the glee gang,"
"Please don't ever say that again," Artie said, "I know you have real life family member gangs Puck, why didn't you bring them,"
Puck shrugged, "They're in jail right now,"
Santana rolled her eyes, "The Warblers are late,"
"Actually," came a voice, "I believe we're just on time," Sebastian stood there, hood over his head, hands behind his back, with the rest of the warblers around him.
"Guys," Blaine smiled, "Ready for some friendly competition?"
"There's nothing friendly about a traitor," Sebastian replied.
Blaine took a step back.
Out of nowhere someone pressed play on a boom box and Michael Jackson's bad filled the car park. The sound basically bounced off the walls.
Because I'm bad, I'm bad
Come on
Bad, bad, really, bad)
You know I'm bad, I'm bad
You know it
You know I'm bad, I'm bad
Come on, you know
Bad, bad, really, really bad)
And the whole world has to
Answer right now
And the whole world has to
Answer right now)
Just to tell you once again
Who's bad
"Baby be bad with me," Rachel smirked pulling on Quinn's arm and tugging her behind a cement pole.
"Only with you," Quinn smirked and she kissed her.
Suddenly there was a yell from the center of the car park and the music abruptly stopped.
Alarmed Quinn and Rachel stepped back out from the pole, to find their friends huddled around Blaine, screaming on the ground.
"You fucking asshole!" Kurt screamed, "What did you do! What did you put in the slushie!"
"A healthy drop of backstab," Sebastian smirked.
Blaine was reduced to the point of tears right about now. He was curled into a ball, his hands over his eyes, with Kurt nursing him, and rubbing his back.
"Call an ambulance," Quinn said hurriedly, "Call an ambulance quickly,"
. . .
Blaine had to be kept in the hospital over night with a severely scratched cornea and needed surgery. Kurt had refused to leave his side. Quinn had dropped Rachel off, who had begged her to stay the night, but she needed to get home to see this letter her Mom had been talking about. She promised she would stay tomorrow.
"It's Friday baby, we'll have the whole weekend together," she'd said and Rachel had reluctantly agreed.
Quinn let herself inside and switched on some of the lights, it lit her darkened house up immediately. She paused for a minute, as the light reflected off the photo of her grandfather.
"Miss you," she whispered and she walked passed him and into the kitchen. There was an envelope that had been placed against the fruit bowl. As Quinn reached for it, she realized the stamp in the corner. It was from Yale. God it was going to tell her whether she got into Yale or not. Were the envelopes big or small if it meant you got in? How was she supposed to open this? Should she call Rachel, jesus Christ she needed a brown paper bag because she was going to start hyperventilating. Taking a breath, she took the envelope and then walked back out into the corridor to the photo of her Pop.
"Granddad," she smiled, "This is it, this is my future," she stared at his photo for a moment and it was almost like his smile somehow got larger.
"Want to open it with me?" she whispered.
It's always the moments of change in your life that you wish you still had the people you lost. Like when you graduate, or get married or have a baby or anything that signifies change is coming. It doesn't necessarily have to be a huge defining moment, it could even just be the small act of opening a college letter, but right now she wished he were here more than anything.
Quinn closed her eyes briefly, before ripping the seal of the envelope and pulling out the letter.
She got into Yale.
The morning had been chaotic to say the least. Most of them had received their application letters in the mail as well. Rachel had come over at 3AM because she'd found hers in the washing machine. Apparently her Dads had hid it because they wanted to open it with her, but she'd had a dream about it and woke up needing to find it. She and Kurt had both gotten in to NYADA. Everyone was dancing around screaming in the choir room and by the time Mr Schue walked in, he literally had to stand on the piano just to get their attention.
"Guys," he said laughing, "Guys calm down!"
"We can't!" Tina grinned, "Our old guys got into the colleges they wanted!"
Mr Schue smiled, "Yes I know, some of the colleges called me for references,"
"Guys, I need to sing my Jackson number," Quinn smiled, "But first I need to say something to all of you,"
She stepped away from where Kurt had been resting his head on her shoulder.
"I was comfortable," he muttered.
"Well, I have something to say," she replied and she stared at them all, "I just wanted to thank you all, for being here for me, through everything…"
"Awww little B," Kurt grinned.
"Shhhh!" Mercedes interrupted.
"As some of you know, I got accepted into Yale, and that has always been my dream, but I wouldn't have been able to go for my dream if none of you had of believed in me," she went on, "So for that, I won't ever be able to say goodbye to any of you, because no matter where my life and my studies take me, I'll always carry a piece of Glee Club with me,"
"I'm crying but you can't see that I'm crying because of my manliness," Puck said.
Quinn grinned at him, "I just really love you all,"
Mr Schue allowed them all to talk for half the lesson because they were all so excited. It ended up with some Jackson songs being belted out and Kurt attempting to teach Puck the moonwalk.
After a while Kurt seemed to get this glazed look of sadness over his eyes and everyone knew he was worrying about Blaine.
"Blaine will get through the surgery Kurt," Brittany smiled, "He will be ok,"
Kurt still looked worried sick.
"The doctors know what they are doing," Tina offered, "Really, he's gonna pull through, but in the mean time what can we do?"
"Nothing is going to cheer me up," Kurt sighed, "I mean I want to kill Sebastian and then get Willow to resurrect him so I can kill him again,"
Santana frowned, "Are you referencing Buffy right now?"
"We've been watching re runs," Rachel replied, "We're trying to channel her determination to fight bad guys, into our determination to exceed at NYADA,"
Santana looked from Kurt to Rachel, "You two need to relax, you just got in!"
"Oh no," Kurt corrected, "There is no time to relax,"
Quinn smirked, "Guys enough, the main thing is that Blaine is okay,"
"Well what if it had of been worse, what if…"
"Kurt," Quinn said softly, "What would Snips have said?"
God just the sound of saying his name so loosely in conversation sent shivers down her spine.
"You're right," he smiled, "You're so right Little B,"
"Let's go sex store shopping," Rachel said suddenly, "In the lunch break we'll go and that will cheer you up,"
"Dear god," Quinn said.
"Hell yes," Santana chimed, "Yes me and Britt's know the best one,"
"You guys are on your own," Quinn smiled, "I have to spend the break studying,"
"No baby," Rachel whispered, "I was gonna buy it,"
Quinn's eyes grew wide, "You were not,"
"Are you referring to a stra…"
"Do not say the p or the on Santana," Quinn interrupted, "Just don't even say it,"
"I wont," Santana shrugged, and she linked her arm through Rachel's, "Berry box and I will just BUY IT,"
Quinn groaned as she began to drag Rachel towards McKinley's exit with Kurt talking about lingerie to wear for Blaine.
Since when had her friends all become so kinky?
. . .
The more Quinn thought about it, the more she wondered if College halls would be like High School halls, just with older people and more variety. She wondered if Yale would feel like home in the way that McKinley High had.
"What are you thinking about?" Rachel asked, as they walked down the corridor, their hands in each others.
"Stuff," Quinn smiled.
"You're not mad about what I did at lunch are you?" she asked.
Quinn shook her head, "No baby, just curious I guess,"
"Well," Rachel smiled, "I know that face of yours, what kind of other stuff are you thinking," and she reached up and kissed Quinn's cheek.
"How different everything will be soon,"
Rachel stopped slightly, "As in how different we'll be?"
"No," Quinn smirked, "Don't get all worried on me, I'm just telling you how I feel,"
"You're worried about college aren't you?
"Aren't you?"
"Yes," she admitted, "We'll be okay though, right?"
"Of course we will," Quinn grinned, "We're going to be New Yorkers, well more you than me,"
She laughed, "It'll be different Fives, life is always different with any change, but I promise I won't stop loving you,"
"Prove it," Quinn responded and she pushed her against the lockers, kissing her.
"I need the auditorium," Rachel said through her lips.
Quinn groaned, "I meant prove it with your mouth babe,"
"No I really need the auditorium," Rachel answered, "I have to perform my Jackson number for Glee,"
Quinn stopped biting her lip, "Is lunch time over already?"
Rachel looked up and down the halls, "Are you just noticing that no one's here?"
Quinn shrugged, "I don't notice anyone but you,"
Rachel giggled, "You are the biggest dork I know,"
She rolled her eyes and allowed herself to be dragged towards the auditorium for the days final class.
"Aye yo Yale girl, come here," Puck said and he tapped the seat next to him. Quinn smirked, "You gonna be cleaning my pools right, with your business?"
Puck smiled as she sat down and he put his arm around her, "And baby sitting," he said.
"Okay guys," Mr Schuester said, "Rachel has her Jackson number, Rachel whenever you're ready,"
"I want to dedicate this song to you guys," she smiled.
"As all songs should be dedicated to us," Brittany chirped and Santana laughed, covering her mouth.
Rachel laughed, "But I also want to dedicate it to my girlfriend Quinn, because I am so proud you got into Yale, and no matter where life takes us, I want you to know that I just can't stop Loving you,"
Before Quinn could even respond the music had already sounded and Rachel's perfect voice filled the Auditorium.
Each Time The Wind Blows
I Hear Your Voice So
I Call Your Name . . .
Whispers At Morning
Our Love Is Dawning
Heaven's Glad You Came . . .You Know How I Feel
This Thing Can't Go Wrong
I'm So Proud To Say
I Love You
Your Love's Got Me High
I Long To Get By
This Time Is Forever
Love Is The Answer
By the time Rachel finished, Quinn's head was on Pucks shoulder and he was humming the song too. She had done it so perfectly; Quinn thought she might melt through the floor.
"That was my song," Finn said, standing up suddenly, "That was my song that I was going to sing,"
"What?" Rachel asked, still standing on the stage, but the lights were on her face and she looked confused entirely.
"My song!" Finn said again, louder this time.
"Actually its Michael Jackson's song," Santana remarked.
"Santana," Mr Schue warned.
"How could that be your song Finn?" Rachel asked, "I'm very sorry if can't stop loving the glee club as well but…"
"No!" he yelled, "I can't stop loving you!"
There was an unhealthy amount of silence before Kurt cleared his throat, "Well I think maybe that's a Jackson wrap…"
"Shut up!" Finn said, "You're fine, you have your precious Blaine, meanwhile the girl I love has been stolen but the girl I used to date, its fucked!"
"Watch your language Finn," Mr Schue said, "I think its best if you go home, take the afternoon to recover,"
"What for?" he argued, "I'm left with this ache in my chest all day, every day, Rachel don't you remember how it was with us, it was perfect?"
"Woah now," Santana interrupted, "All I remember is a dinosaur man wanting to swallow a Jew,"
"Santana stay out of this," he said hotly, "Rachel I know you sometimes think what it would be like to be with me, to get married to me, everything would be so much easier, I'd be able to look after you,"
"You can't look after your feet," Brittany replied.
Rachel was in shock, so was Quinn, actually so was everyone.
"Who the hell do you think you are basically accusing me of not being able to take care of her," Quinn asked her cheeks flaring red.
"You gonna take care of her like you did a few months ago, by just up and leaving her when things got too hard for you?"
"You did not," Tina said and she stood up.
Quinn's fists curled, "Don't you dare bring that into this, you have no idea what that was like,"
"I found out that my Dad wasn't really in the army and yet I held it together," he retorted, "You thought just because your grandfather died, you could dye your hair pink, become some punk and leave Rachel alone… she deserves better,"
"Enough," Puck said sharply, "Man I love you, but sometimes you got a different side that I don't like, let's go to the gym yeah," he stepped forward and pushed Finn slightly to get him to back off.
Quinn had no idea what to say.
"You're wrong," Rachel said as he turned to follow Puck, "Quinn left me yes, but she came back, she found her way back to me, she was strong enough to come back for me,"
Finn looked at her, "Well maybe I'll get you back one day too,"
With that he turned and he stormed form the auditorium.
"Let me know how he goes Puck," Mr Schue sighed and Puck nodded chasing after him.
"You're worried about him aren't you," Mercedes said.
Mr Schue looked at them all, "He hasn't been himself lately,"
"Yeah he's acting like a crazy big foot," Artie replied.
"I'll keep a close eye on him," Mr Schue smiled, "But the rest of you go home and enjoy the weekend!"
For Quinn, this had all but almost ruined it.
. . .
It was just after midnight and they had been watching reruns of friends for the past four hours.
"This is nice," Quinn said softly, raising her head from Rachel's chest, "Just lying here, just with you, no friends, no parents, just us,"
"Just pretend it's our house baby, our room, and we're twenty eight and married," she responded and she turned the volume down slightly.
Quinn laughed, "Do we have kids yet?"
"Only if our careers have taken off," she said.
"Ok so you're a big broadway star, and I'm a struggling writer,"
Rachel ruffled her hair, "No you are a successful writer Fives,"
"Can I be an astronomer too?"
"You can be whatever you want, I believe in you,"
Quinn smiled into the soft fabric of Rachel's sweater, "Can I kiss you with my words and write a love novel about you?"
"You've written hundreds of novels dedicated to me," she grinned.
Quinn laughed again, "Oh really? Hundreds?"
"Make it thousands and I'll take my top off," she replied.
"I'll write infinite books about you," she said, and she slipped her hand beneath Rachel's sweater.
"God," Rachel muttered, "What about more than infinite,"
"More than all the books in all the universes," she muttered, and she pushed her hand up Rachel's torso, finding her bra, and pushing under that as well.
Rachel kissed her harder, "I love when you do that,"
"I love touching you like this," Quinn grinned, and she drew circles, tracing the goosebumps that had formed.
Rachel allowed Quinn to pull her sweater over her head and throw it to the floor, thank god she wasn't wearing a shirts underneath and Quinn now had complete access to work on unclipping her bra.
"Are you okay with what happened earlier today?"
Quinn stopped touching her immediately, "Rachel my hands are all over your breasts, and you bring up Finn Hudson?"
Rachel frowned, "I didn't say his name,"
"You didn't have to!" she growled and rolled off her, "Now that just got ruined,"
"Quinn, just because I asked if you were okay, does not mean you can stop touching me," she responded and she tried to grab Quinn's hands again.
"Yeah well maybe I'm not in the mood anymore,"
"You're kidding,"
Quinn looked at her, that face, those lips, those eyes, god nothing she could ever say would turn her off, "It's stupid that I get jealous sometimes isn't it," Quinn said softly.
Rachel sat up slightly leaning on her elbow, "It turns me on to be honest,"
She sighed, "I know I shouldn't be jealous of him, but I get scared sometimes, I get scared that you never forgave me for leaving you before or turning into someone different, I get scared that you'll wake up one day and want Finn and not me,"
Rachel suddenly placed her hand over Quinn's mouth so she couldn't say anything, "Are you being serious right now?"
Quinn nodded.
"Fives," she said, "Do you remember the first time we said I love you?"
Quinn smiled, "I'll always remember that,"
"When I said that to you, I meant it,"
"Baby I meant it too," Quinn replied, touching Rachel nose with hers.
"Well then believe me," she answered, "Believe me when I say that I kept all of your letters, I still have them, and I have you, and I won't love anyone as much as I love you.
Quinn went back to assaulting Rachel's lips, before moving her hands under her bra again and finally undoing it. Rachel's chest pressed into her shirt, before her hands managed to take Quinn's sweater off as well.
"You should take your pants off," Rachel muttered, clawing at her thighs.
"Do I have a choice?"
"God Fives I want you so badly,"
"You have me," she responded and she cusped her fingers around the side of Rachel's jaw, holding her there, before taking her lips with hers.
"Mmmm," Rachel smiled between her lips, "You taste so good right now,"
"Shut up," Quinn growled, "Just let me kiss you,"
Rachel fell silent, as Quinn kissed her top lip, and then her bottom lip, and she moved her mouth along her jawline, before sinking her teeth into her neck and biting down.
Rachel tilted her head sideways, grasping the back of Quinn's head and squeezing.
"Can we do it," she whispered, "I'm so wet, can we just do it,"
Quinn smirked, "We always do it,"
"No," Rachel said pulling away, and Quinn was almost devastated she had moved her lips away.
She looked at her a moment, confused.
"I mean," Rachel, continued, "I mean can we use it, to do it?"
Quinn felt her stomach turn over, "You mean you want to use…. It?"
Rachel nodded, and she looked so innocent, Quinn didn't know whether she wanted to change that.
"Please," she said again, "I want you to be inside me,"
Quinn kissed her gently, before slipping her hand between Rachel's legs, and unclipping her jean button.
Rachel's breathing fastened.
She teased her for a moment, brushing her fingertips along the top of her jeans, before pushing past and snaking her finger down her centre. Rachel's underwear was soaked through.
"Don't tease me," she muttered, kissing Quinn harder.
Quinn pushed her tongue into her mouth, before she curled her finger around the hemming and passed the lace of her underwear.
Rachel's back arched as soon as Quinn had entered her.
"See," she whispered, "I am inside you,"
You know when you have sex with someone you love it's almost like you can sense the feelings between you. You feel them everywhere. They're on their lips as you run your own along them. They're exhaled in breaths as you press deeper against them. Sometimes people say sex is just always sex, and that's okay, because to some people it really is just that. But even if they never admit it there's something they'll always know; when you have sex with someone you care about, it tastes, it sounds and it feels so much better. You're not just peeling away clothes; you're peeling away secrets. You're not just kissing lips; you're kissing something that's yours. You're not just moving inside them, you're opening them, and you're exploring the things that they keep so guarded.
"I love you," Rachel muttered, "I love you so much and I can't love anyone else but you,"
"I know," Quinn replied, and she slipped another finger inside her, "I'm the same way,"
There was so much heat between them, Quinn swore their skin was going to catch on fire. It felt like she was a rocket that had been launched into outer space and nothing made sense other than to keep sliding her fingers in and out of Rachel. She felt all around her walls, the places were so familiar and yet so new at the same time. She rubbed over Rachel's spot and grinned as she whimpered beneath her. Touching her like this and hearing how she responded was one of the best things to feel. Each spot was different and made Rachel react in different ways. Some made her gasp, others made her clench, and Quinn's favorite spots were the ones that made her whole body shiver and beg for more.
"Fives," she said, "I need you, in every way, I want to…."
Quinn pulled away after a moment, "You really want to do this?"
Rachel nodded, "I didn't just buy it, to not use it,"
Quinn smirked, "Where is it,"
She pointed to her cupboard, "Hidden in my top draw,"
"Am I wearing it?"
"Yes," she near whispered.
Quinn took a breath, before crawling off Rachel and moving towards where she had kept their… god she couldn't even say it because she felt that nervous. She didn't know what the hell she was doing, its not like she'd ever used one before, what if she broke it, what if she looked gross while putting it on and Rachel didn't want her anymore. God what if Rachel was forever turned off by her? She needed to shut her brain off or otherwise she was going to vomit all over it and that most definitely would turn Rachel off.
Once upon a time the idea of fucking someone hadn't really appealed to Quinn. Even the word sounded distasteful. But hearing it come from Rachel's mouth didn't sound so bad. It sounded sexy, it sounded safe, like all it meant was just trying something different, finding new things to make her feel good. That's all Quinn had ever wanted to do, make Rachel feel good.
Figuring out how to put the damn thing on was a completely different story, but she managed, and before long, she was under the sheets, lying there, looking at Rachel like it was the first time she had ever seen her.
"I will always love the way you look at me," Rachel smiled.
"I'll always love looking at you,"
Rachel took a small breath before pulling at Quinn's arm, "Get on top of me," she whispered.
Quinn responded, sliding her body in between Rachel's legs, hovering a little because she wasn't sure how this was going to work.
The silicon was between them, as though it was waiting to be directed to where it needed to go.
"It goes inside," Rachel giggled, and Quinn rolled her eyes.
"Baby it's not like I control it,"
"So control me," Rachel purred and she bit down on Quinn's bottom lip, just the gesture was enough to send tingles straight through her body.
Without thinking, Quinn trailed her hands from where they had been gripping Rachel's hips, and moved them to find the piece attached to her. She angled it, so the tip was touching the center of Rachel.
She shivered.
"Maybe it will just slip inside you," Quinn whispered and she pushed her hips into her.
Rachel flinched.
"Does it hurt?" Quinn asked a little alarmed at how she had reacted.
Rachel nodded beneath her, her eyes closed tightly, "A lot," she murmured.
"Baby its not even all the way in yet," she replied, she had probably only put an inch or so inside her.
"Just keep going," Rachel said softly.
Quinn moved into her more, feeling the silicon slide deeper into Rachel, she knew it was hurting her, she hated that it was.
Rachel moaned softly, but to Quinn it sounded like this quiet noise of pain.
Quinn brushed the hair away from her eyes, "I'll stop, it's hurting you too much,"
"No," Rachel whispered, "It's good pain, I want you inside me,"
Quinn stared at her for a moment, sometimes she wondered how something could be so perfect, and be all hers.
She moved again, adjusting her body, to hover over Rachel's before slipping her hand beneath their legs, and positioning it again. It felt weird and strange and yet amazing at the same time.
"Smalls," Quinn breathed, "Relax,"
"I can't…. I'm so scared,"
Quinn looked down at her, "Baby, do you remember the first time we kissed?"
Rachel hummed, "God, yes,"
"Do you remember what it felt like to have my lips on yours, and my hands all over you?"
She pressed deeper.
"Yes," Rachel whispered.
"The first time I kissed you I knew I never wanted to ever stop kissing you," she responded and she moved her body against Rachel's.
"The first time I kissed you, I knew that I wanted my lips on yours always, because your lips were now my lips,"
"Quinn," she breathed and Quinn felt Rachel's stomach clench beneath her as she pressed even harder. Her hands gripped her in a way that she could almost feel her fingers slip between her ribcage.
"Deeper," Rachel muttered and Quinn did what was asked.
Maybe that was the best sound in the world, listening to Rachel's breathing quicken, before she came beneath her. It was soft and quiet almost, until eventually she couldn't take anymore.
Rachel's legs were quivering, her nails were digging into Quinn's back, and all the while Quinn pressed deeper against her, moving faster in response to whatever Rachel's body was telling her to do.
And all at once, Rachel's whole body trembled and so did Quinn's, and the sound as Rachel came, was the best sound she'd ever heard.
"That felt good," Rachel whispered and Quinn laughed, her arms squeezed tighter around her.
She was still inside her.
"Is the pain still there?"
"It was at first," Rachel muttered, "But then it really felt…" she paused to catch her breath, "It felt amazing,"
Quinn smirked, "Good, that's all I want,"
They laughed for a while, as Quinn struggled to take it all off, and then finally wrap her legs around Rachel, without anything in between them.
Rachel pushed herself on top of her, "So does this mean I get to ride you more?"
"Smalls stop it!" Quinn replied, squatting her arm and Rachel laughed.
"Baby I'm teasing you," she whispered and she kissed her, "You will always be the one I love most, you know that right?"
Quinn thought back to what they had been talking about earlier, "I know,"
"Do you?" Rachel responded, "Because when some people talk about the person they will love for the rest of their life, the person that will always have their heart no matter what happens, I always think of you,"
"Stop," she smiled, running her fingertip along Rachel's lips.
"I'm just telling you," Rachel said, "That I loved you back then, I love you now, and I will always love you, you're the only one I want, and the best thing that's ever happened to me,"
Quinn just let the tear roll down her cheek, she couldn't help it, she was barely an adult and yet she'd found her everything.
"Love me forever?" she whispered.
"Love you for light years," Rachel whispered.
Quinn twisted in the sheets, tracing her hands over Rachel's body like it was the only thing she would ever enjoy touching.
"Again," she grinned into her lips.
"Again and again and again," Rachel replied and they laughed as their limbs became tangled once more.
