Another update, yay. I'm slowly getting there. Next is regionals aka original song. I've got some stuff figured out in my head. I have to refigure out the whole piano scene, which I kind of have. Just a heads up, I'm not sure if I'll be able to make night of neglect any better. Honestly that episode had to have been the worst and Idk if I can even make it better. I'll have to rewatch it and see if I can do anything. So I hope you like the rest of Sexy, enjoy. Oh and if you follow my Rizzles story I have the second season so I'll be able to update that story, but right now I just want to finish this one. Ok now I'm done.
The next day at glee club Rachel walked right by Quinn and sat behind her. Quinn responded by rolling her eyes and shaking her head. She turned around in her chair to face her girlfriend.
"How can you be mad at me over something that you already knew about?" Quinn asked.
"I'm not mad," Rachel clarified. "I've just got a lot on my mind."
"Yeah, whatever," Quinn said turning to the front.
In the front of the room Miss Holiday was sitting in between her cheerios friends. Miss Holiday started strumming on her guitar singing landslide. The two students joined in at times, but it was really a Miss Holiday solo. Quinn watched Santana. She had an inclining there was more going between Santana and Brittany besides sex. Their eyes never left each other even though there was the teacher between them. The song ended and they continued to stare at each other. Quinn watched the tears well in Santana's eyes throughout the song. Everyone clapped at the end of the song, with a few cheers.
"Is that really how you feel?" Brittany asked.
"Uh, yeah," Santana replied.
Santana stood up and walked over to Brittany wrapping her arms around her neck. "Thank you," she whispered into the blonde's ear.
"Can I just applaud this trio for exploring the uncharted world of Sapphic charm?" Rachel chimed in.
Quinn turned and looked at her girlfriend shaking her head. Trying to warn Rachel to stop, but she ignored her as she continued to say "Brava, Brava."
Santana got defensive at the comment. "Look, just because I sang a song with Brittany doesn't mean you can put a label on me. Is that clear?"
Rachel's smile faded at the comment, while it hurt Brittany. Santana gave Brittany one more look before going to her seat to grab her bag, and left the choir room as the bell rang. Everyone stood to leave behind the Latina.
Quinn stood up and turned around to look at her girl. "I love you Rachel but sometimes you can be irritating. You forget to think before you act." Quinn raised her hands in frustration. "We all don't have two gay dads, and grew up in an open environment. That song was a step forward for Santana. But your comment brought her two steps back."
Rachel sat stunned listening to her girlfriend's rant. Quinn left without another word to find her friend.
The day was over and the girls were back at a celibacy club meeting. Rachel was a bit surprised to see Quinn at the meeting.
"I didn't think you were gonna come," Rachel said as they took their seats opposite each other.
"I told you, I love you. And I would be here be when you asked me to come," Quinn replied.
"How's Santana?" Rachel asked.
"Still pissed," Quinn replied. "We're gonna meet up later."
"That's good she has you as a friend," Rachel replied with a smile.
Miss Pillsbury arrived with Puck in tow. He took a seat next to Rachel, and Miss Pillsbury took her usual spot. She banged her gavel and introduced the new member.
Rachel had her arms crossed annoyed. "Are you lost, Noah?" she asked with a sigh. Seeing him made her disgusted with herself.
"Yeah, you don't belong here. You're the biggest French whore of them all," Quinn chimed in.
Puck proceeded to explain that he was planning on making a sex tape with Lauren Zises. But with the possibility of going to jail made him he hit rock bottom. So his solution was to join the celibacy club. The topic of the meeting was their counter song to Miss Holiday's song about sex. Puck convinces the club to have another man to sing their song.
The next day Carl joined the celibacy club singing "Afternoon delight." Quinn tried her best to not laugh during the song. It was full of nothing but sexual innuendos, but Miss Pillsbury and Rachel were completely oblivious to the subtext. Puck was just having fun singing the ridiculous song. It was difficult for Quinn to look at Miss Pillsbury as they sang "thinking of you is working up an appetite." The reality was she was thinking about Rachel and it did work up her appetite. She was thinking about the last time she was on the stage with Rachel. It was when they sang "Blame it on the Alcohol." After the performance they had a little fun back stage.
As the song ended only three people clapped. Brittany did because well she was Brittany, and the teachers out of sympathy. There was some argument between Miss Holiday and Miss Pillsbury. Quinn waited until Mr. Shue dismissed the club to walk off the stage. Quinn could here behind her Miss Pillsbury explain to Rachel what afternoon delight was. In her mind it was a dessert. Rachel quickly walked off stage to catch up to Quinn.
Rachel grabbed hold of Quinn's shoulder turning her around. "What was Miss Holiday talking about?"
Quinn furrowed her brow, "You need to be specific."
"The song, what is it really about?" Rachel asked.
"Think about it Rachel. 'Find my baby, hold her tight, have afternoon delight. When it's right it's right. Why wait until a cold dark night.' Do you know how hard it was to look at Miss Pillsbury and sing 'thinking of you's working up an appetite.' It's saying thinking of you is making me excited."
Rachel raised her hand to her head closing her eyes. "Rubbin' sticks and stones together, makes the sparks ignite," she whispered to herself. "Oh my god," Rachel said moving her hand to her mouth. "That's talking about…"
"Yeah," Quinn said walking to the dressing room.
Rachel followed her into the small room. "Why didn't you say something?"
Quinn rolled her eyes, and took her shirt off. "You saw the argument Miss Pillsbury had with Miss Holiday. It would've been useless."
Rachel stopped paying attention seeing Quinn with her shirt off. She proceeded to take her skirt off revealing her matching thong. Quinn noticed Rachel wasn't arguing anymore. She turned at saw Rachel was staring at her. Rachel licked her lips seeing so much of Quinn. She forgot how sexy her girlfriend's body was.
"Rachel?" Quinn asked waving her hands to get Rachel's attention.
"Hmm," Rachel said finally looking Quinn in the eyes.
"You seem distracted," Quinn said reaching for her dress.
"How do you expect me to pay attention when you look like that?" Rachel argued.
"Geez Rachel," Quinn said stepping into her dress. "You've seen me naked before."
"Yea but that was before…"
"Before we had sex, and you decided to become celibate. I'm not having this argument again with you." Quinn replied walking out of the small room.
"Hey," Quinn said opening her front door.
"How could she just do that?" Santana said walking past Quinn into her house. "She chose Artie. He's a fucking boy."
Quinn followed her friend into the living room. Santana sat down still with her arms crossed. Quinn sat down next to her friend taking in her tear streaked face. "What happened?" Quinn asked.
"Feelings," Santana replied.
"I need more."
"I finally told Brittany that I loved her. And basically told her that I was ya know…"
"Gay," Quinn finished.
"Shhh, your mom," Santana replied.
"It's ok. She's not here. It's just us. And I won't say anything."
"Not even to your dwarf?"
"I'd really appreciate it if you stopped calling her that. But no I won't tell Rachel. Lately we haven't been on the greatest terms."
Santana rolled her eyes.
"Anyways we're not here to talk about my problems. You were the one who showed up on my doorstep crying. So talk to me."
"I'm a bitch," Santana started.
"I know." Quinn replied.
"Let me finish. I'm a bitch because I'm angry. I'm angry because I have feelings for Britt. I'm afraid of dealing with the feelings because I'm afraid of the consequences. I tried explaining this to Brittany and of course I had to make it easier to understand. So I told her."
"Told her what?"
"I told her that I wanted to be with her. I said that I loved her and didn't want to be with any of those boys. And she…" Santana started crying again.
"She chose to stay with Artie," Quinn said putting it together. "I'm sorry San."
Quinn placed her hand on the Latina's shoulder. Santana responded by leaning into Quinn letting her wrap her arms around her. "Can I just hang out here?" Santana asked into Quinn's shoulder.
"You can stay as long as you need."
Rachel banged the gavel bringing the celibacy club to order. She looked around the room seeing more members, which were other glee club members.
"Where is Miss Pillsbury?" Puck asked.
Rachel explained that the guidance counselor was using the time to fix her marriage. After some bicker the focus shifted to Quinn.
"What's with the hickey, Quinn?" Puck asked.
Rachel turned her attention to her hands as Quinn went on the defensive.
"It's not a hickey," Quinn replied. "I burnt myself this morning with a curling iron."
"The key is to use the curling iron in the bathtub to keep from getting burnt" Brittany explained.
Everyone just looked at Brittany. They knew she wasn't very bright but sometimes she still managed to surprise them. Quinn glanced over at Rachel catching her eye, as she thought of how she did get the hickey.
Quinn knocked on Rachel's front door. She was bouncing on the balls of her feet, waiting for someone to answer the door. She didn't give any warning she was coming over. After Santana finally left Quinn decided to see her girlfriend. She didn't want to lose Rachel, but the way things were going it was going to happen… again.
The door finally opened revealing Rachel's father balding father, Hiram. "Hello Quinn. I haven't seen you in a while," he said opening the door wide enough for her to enter.
"Hello Mr. Berry. I know Rachel and I have been taking some space," Quinn replied stepping over the thresh hold.
Hiram looked down the hall for his husband. "Did something happen between you and Rachel," he asked in a hushed voice.
Quinn thought about her words carefully. "Nothing bad, just going through a rough patch," she answered.
The older man slowly nodded. "Well I'm sure Rachel will be happy to see you," he said placing his hand on Quinn's shoulder before making his way to the kitchen.
"Thank you Mr. Berry," Quinn replied.
She turned and started her ascend up the stairs to Rachel's room. The door was closed, and it was quiet on the other side. Quinn let out a soft sigh before knocking on the door. She listened as Rachel made her way to the door. She opened it without any hesitation.
"Quinn?" Rachel asked confused.
"Hey," Quinn replied.
"What are you doing here?" Rachel asked. She added in a hush voice, "My dads are home."
"I know. I came to talk," Quinn answered. The girls stood in silence for a minute, neither one of them moving. "Can I come in?" Quinn finally asked.
Rachel snapped out of her trance, and stepped out of the way for Quinn to enter her room. She closed the door behind the blonde. Quinn took a seat on Rachel's bed. Rachel thought of sitting next to her but decided on the chair instead. She turned it around so she could see Quinn on the bed.
"So what do you want to talk about?" Rachel asked when she was settled.
"Do you not trust me anymore?" Quinn asked.
"I trust you," Rachel replied. "I just don't know if I can trust myself."
Quinn stood up and made her way over to Rachel. Rachel tensed thinking Quinn was going to sit on her lap. Her girlfriend did no such thing. She walked over to Rachel and kneeled in front of her. She grabbed hold of both her hands and looked up into Rachel's chocolate eyes.
"This week has been torture for me Rachel. Not being able to talk to you, or show you any affection. We talked about this before. And we talked about what Miss Holiday said about sleeping with someone. I regret not waiting, but I don't regret what we have. I love you Rachel. You are smart and talented. You are caring and have changed so much this year. I want us to go back to the way we were," said Quinn.
Rachel moved her right hand to Quinn's cheek. Quinn's instinct made her turn her head to the touch. "I love you too Quinn. I just haven't perfected the urges. I always want to touch you, and be around you. And I'm just afraid that I can't stop it from going further."
"You're doing it now," Quinn clarified.
"But for how long?" Rachel countered.
Quinn grasped Rachel's hand and stood up pulling Rachel with her. She brought the brunette's hands to her neck as she placed hers on Rachel's hips. Neither girl moved from this position. They stared into each other's eyes. Then Quinn slowly started moving, like music was playing. Rachel was confused but followed Quinn's lead. They continued to move slowly, to the invisible beat. Then Quinn finally leant down and placed a light kiss on Rachel's lips. She pulled away to look into those brown eye. Then leant down again, lengthening the kiss. Slowly the kiss deepened, and Quinn guided them to Rachel's bed, lying down. Rachel slowly moved to Quinn's neck leaving open mouth kisses before finally latching on to the skin, biting and sucking. Quinn let out a soft groan at the sensation. She resisted the temptation to move her hands over Rachel's body.
Rachel had the same temptation, but she gave in. When Quinn started to feel Rachel's hand's start to wander she grabbed her hands, and intertwined their fingers. Rachel released Quinn's neck, using her tongue to sooth the skin. She leaned up, still having her hands in Quinn's, keeping her at bay.
"What's wrong?" Rachel asked.
Quinn laughed. "I'm not in the mood. I just want to lay here and hold you."
Rachel blushed. She leant down giving Quinn one more kiss. Then she rested her head on Quinn's shoulder. Quinn wrapped her arms around her holding Rachel, and making up for all the time they lost.
Next thing Quinn knew Rachel banged the gavel again and the meeting was over.
"Hey," Quinn said walking over to Rachel.
"Hey," she replied in a soft voice.
"What's wrong?" Quinn asked confused.
"You're still keeping us a secret," Rachel replied.
"No, I'm not the type of girl to kiss and tell. Given the fact it was Puck who started the line of conversation it was bound to go nowhere good. You know guys and their sick fantasies," Quinn explained. "Did you really want me to say that we kissed and made up? And you got carried away."
Rachel took a minute to think it over. Then she reached for Quinn's hand intertwining their fingers. Then she leaned up and placed a chaste kiss on her girlfriend's lips.