A/N: Day 12! This is three times Rachel makes out with people. Enjoy!

Day 12: Making Out

The first person Rachel ever makes out with is Finn.

He's also her first kiss, first boyfriend, first relationship, so, to be fair, the bar is pretty low. Still, it's everything she's hoped for since she first heard him sing the opening lines to You're the One That I Want at his first Glee rehearsal.

And making out with him is… well, it's nice. It's a pleasant experience, Rachel thinks. They've been officially dating for just a few days, and he's the only boy, the only person, that she's ever kissed, so she doesn't know any better, but Rachel likes to think that Finn is a good kisser. Besides, he likes her, and that's what matters.

Their first kiss in the auditorium had been so special. It was Rachel's first kiss, the first time her lips had ever touched another's, and it was everything she had ever hoped it would be. (Except for the fact that he was dating Quinn at the time, and that he immediately ran away after, leaving Rachel in tears.)

But never mind that because the kiss had been amazing. At the time, at least.

Now, after sharing more kisses with Finn, she can admit that their first kiss wasn't all that great. And making out with him is pretty much the same.

They're sitting on his bed, kissing slowly, and Rachel is (mostly) enjoying it. His lips are chapped, and he reeks mildly of sweat and Axe body spray, but the feeling of his lips against hers is enough for her. He forces his tongue into her mouth, the sensation all too intruding, and Rachel pushes him back to lay down on the bed in order to separate their mouths for a second. She crawls on top of him, her body mostly covering his, and reconnects their lips.

His kisses are sloppy, messy even, and not even two seconds pass before he's forcing his tongue into her mouth again, and she's forced to accept it this time. It's warm, but an uncomfortable warmth, and, yet again, its presence feels intrusive. Uninvited, even. However, Finn doesn't seem to realize, so Rachel pulls away, instead kissing her way across his cheek and down his neck. She's pressing kisses to his neck when she hears a quick intake of breath, and Rachel stops her motions and watches Finn's face.

His eyes are clenched shut, breathing heavily, mouth agape, face contorted, and Rachel knows he's trying to fight off his release. It's something she's known about for a while, but to see it happen, right in front of her, is a whole other beast. The expression on his face is certainly not the most attractive thing Rachel has ever seen, but the knowledge that she is the one causing his reaction makes up for that in spades.

She's never been wanted before. But Finn, he likes her. He likes her, and that's something she's never had for herself. So, yeah, she can overlook things like his poor kissing skills and bad scent and inability to make out for more than two minutes because, well, he is interested in her.

When he calms back down, Finn smirks up at her, rolling them over so that he is on top. The weight of his massive body on top of her petite frame is borderline smothering, but, again, it's something she can overlook. They kiss again, Finn still using way too much tongue, and Rachel can feel something pressing into her lower thigh. She resists the urge to look down, already knowing what the feeling is.

It's a weird feeling, but, again, knowing that she is the object of Finn's affection, making him having reactions like this, is enough for her. It can be enough for her.

Being with Jesse is a completely different experience.

He's not her first kiss, not by a long shot. And now, comparing him to Finn, Rachel knows that Finn is, in fact, a terrible kisser. But Jesse is the complete opposite.

Jesse is older, by nearly two years, and clearly has more experience, both in and out of bed. And, after meeting him at the music store and singing Hello with him, Rachel was instantly drawn to him. His charisma is appealing, and his talent is off the charts. He's everything Rachel has ever imagined in a future partner.

Making out with him is a more-than-pleasant experience. He's definitely a good kisser, much better than Finn was. And, though they've only been together for a few weeks, he has already been a much more considerate boyfriend than Finn had been for the week that they were together before he dumped her to "find his inner rockstar."

He hasn't pressured her into anything she isn't ready for, and he had changed schools to prove his dedication to her, and Rachel couldn't believe that anyone would do that for her. That anyone would like her so much that they would leave their school to be with her.

So, yeah, she likes Jesse. A lot. And making out with him is great.

They're at her house one night when her dads aren't home, kissing, and Rachel likes it. A lot. Definitely a lot more than she liked kissing Finn. Jesse isn't sloppy; he's smooth and skilled, a harsh contrast to Finn. He smells like money, like some designer cologne that she knows he spent way too much money on, something Kurt has wished he could afford, and his lips are soft and smooth, never dry or cracked.

Jesse is laying on top of her on her bed, and the weight of his body on hers isn't uncomfortable. It's comforting, almost, and the feeling of his lips against hers is wonderful.

Plus, he likes her.

When he slides his tongue into her mouth, it doesn't feel intrusive, and Rachel gladly welcomes the sensation. It feels good, and it draws a slight moan from her throat, making her blush with embarrassment. Jesse just smirks into the kiss and kisses her deeper. He moves to kiss her neck, finding a particularly sweet spot and settling on it, and Rachel knows this is the kind of pleasure that people write songs about.

The thing is, she's not sure if Jesse feels the same way. She knows that he likes her and cares about her, but there's a sense of detachment in everything he does, as if he wouldn't care who was beneath him as long as there was someone. With Finn, Rachel knew he truly liked her and was attracted to her, as evident by his (very obvious) physical reactions. But, with Jesse, Rachel can't tell how much he's even getting out of this. He doesn't look bored, per se, but he certainly doesn't look particularly interested.

She rolls them over, so she's on top of him, and kisses him again. Their lips slide together easily, and Jesse lifts a hand to run through her hair. He tugs on it slightly, and Rachel gasps at the pleasure that shoots down her spine. Jesse smirks, does it again, and captures her lips in another kiss, sliding his tongue back inside her mouth.

Jesse may not be as into her as Finn was, but he's kind and considerate and patient and one hell of a kisser. That can be enough for Rachel, too.

Dating Quinn Fabray exceeds all of her previous expectations.

Four years after her first relationship, Rachel has finally figured out what kissing someone and being with someone is supposed to feel like. It's not hearing someone sing and instantly finding yourself attracted to them; it's not being amazed that someone actually likes you, so you think you must like them back; it isn't dating someone who pursued you, then seemed to quickly lose interest (and then turned out to be a lying asshole). No, it is none of those things.

And, oddly enough, Quinn Fabray is teaching her that.

Being with Quinn is everything to Rachel. She is kind, compassionate, funny, charming, every single positive adjective Rachel and think of. And Quinn likes her. Quinn likes her so much that Rachel can't even wrap her head around it. She's very much interested in her, very much attracted to her, and Rachel feels the exact same way.

On top of all of this, Quinn is an extremely talented kisser. Like, definitively the best. She is even smoother than Jesse, and leaps and bounds more passionate than Finn, and the best part is that she is neither of those men because she is Quinn Fabray, Rachel's girlfriend.

She's visiting Quinn in New Haven on a whim; the look of surprise on Quinn's face when she had shown up at her dorm room had been more than worth the stress of her last minute decision. Her roommate, Olivia, had slipped out right after Rachel had arrived to give them some privacy, and Quinn had wasted no time in pulling Rachel towards her and kissing the life out of her.

Now, they're on Quinn's bed, Quinn laying on top of Rachel, and Rachel can't help but think about how perfect everything feels. Quinn's body on hers is delicious, their curves touching in all the right places, and she smells like warm vanilla and something that is distinctly Quinn. Her lips are so, so soft, and she tastes like home, something Rachel had never thought could have a taste before she kissed Quinn for the first time.

They're kissing, and Quinn gently runs her tongue along Rachel's lower lip, seeking entrance which Rachel gladly gives. She slips her tongue into her mouth, their tongues meet, and Rachel moans loudly, which makes Quinn moan in return. Hearing Quinn's obvious pleasure sends tingles shooting through Rachel's body, right to her core, and just the thought of Quinn enjoying this even half as much as Rachel is enjoying it is more than enough for her.

Her hands, once fixed tight in Quinn's hair, now roam aimlessly up and down Quinn's body, not knowing where to settle. Kissing Quinn makes her forget how to act, how to think, what to do with herself. She becomes a complete, lovesick fool at the hands of her girlfriend, but she wouldn't have it any other way.

This thing with Quinn, it's the real deal. Rachel has never felt like this about Finn, or Jesse, or anyone else she has been with. She's never felt so loved and cared for and turned on by someone all at the same time. She's never felt so content with another person. She's never felt so seen, and heard, and missed, and loved, and, frankly, aroused.

When Quinn moves her hands from Rachel's waist up along her sides, her hand brushes against the side of her breast, just barely there, a ghost of a touch, but it's enough to send a sudden wave of pure, unadulterated need throughout her body.

She wants Quinn. She needs Quinn, in a way that she's never wanted or needed anyone before. The thought terrifies her. Of wanting someone, needing someone, in ways that she's never known before. But it also excites her because, well, Quinn wants her in the same way.

Quinn wants Rachel, just as Rachel wants Quinn. And it's not just enough; it's more than enough. Somehow, it's everything.