Incentives
It's been too long, Quinn thinks one day as they're sitting in the choir room discussing tactics for Sectionals during their lunch break. Sure, they talk. Sure, they do things (mainly at her house; sometimes at his). It's still been too long.
She's not sure what makes her think of this idea, honestly, but she goes along with it anyway. It'd be during the walk in between classes. Hell, it wouldn't be the first time he's been in one of those situations, so it's not like anyone would find it weird if they saw.
She gets into position, and waits. Not that she knows his every move, but he had a habit of walking by this closet at least once a day. It was the perfect spot, now that she thought about it.
It happens in one quick, fluid motion. One minute he's walking toward his locker, wondering why Quinn isn't anywhere around like she normally is, the next minute he's being pulled into the janitor's closet. He's afraid it's Lauren again. Afraid she was coming back for more.
But when he notices the familiar short, blond hair, and recalls the familiar lips on his own, he's not so worried anymore. In fact, he's dropping his backpack onto the ground, reaching for the lock on the door and making sure it's secure in the process.
Now this? He wasn't expecting this from her. But she has been a bit on the possessive side as of lately (not that he was complaining). His tongue's pushing past her lips as her fingers curl around his shirt. He's pressing her up against one of the racks holding toilet paper and paper towels, lifting her thigh up to get her leg to wrap around him.
"Thought you'd object to this," she says rather breathless as he moves his lips to her neck.
He shakes his head, finding her lips again, letting his hand roam up her bare thigh to the hem of her...non-existent panties.
He feels around a bit around her hips, looking for some kind of fabric (because he honestly thinks he's dreaming right about now) and finds that there is none. Just her skirt...and nothing else. The bare ass kind of confirms it all.
The sound of the bell shocks him a bit, making him pull away with a completely surprised look on his face. "Was that...are you...what?!" he asks, unable to formulate any of his thoughts properly at all right now.
"I have to get to class," she says with a smirk on her face, fixing her skirt as she grabs her backpack from the ground.
"Wait!" he says, reaching for her arm to stop her. He's beyond confused right now. "Were you not...are you not...?"
Quinn shrugs, eyebrow cocked up as the smirk forms on her face again. "Show up at my place tonight. You might get an answer to your question."
She leaves as quickly as he was brought in here. He, on the other hand, has to stay a bit longer so that the little problem she's started has some time to fix itself.
She was going to be the death of him one day. As if that wasn't known already.