The Suffering
Disclaimer: I own nothing. These characters belong to the creator of Glee and The Suffering.
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
WARNING: Profanity, blood, sexual content, death, and twisted plot!
Rating: M
Chapter Six
Are You Real?
Rachel and Quinn had taken a moment to rest once they reached the lounge in the Asylum, taking a seat at one of the benches. The brunette rested her head on the taller woman's shoulder and stared up at the static-filled screen. She did not understand how the small television was still working, and honestly she did not wish to understand. She just tried to think of a logical explanation instead.
She absentmindedly twisted the blonde's hair between her fingers as she watched her, her other hand resting on Quinn's toned abdomen through her orange jumpsuit. She could see the way that pale cheeks turned a light pink color as she traced a pattern along her stomach through her clothing.
"What are you thinking about?" Rachel wondered aloud, breaking the eerie silence.
"You." She muttered out, softly. Her voice cracking.
"Me? What about me?"
"I was actually wondering if you were real." Quinn laughed a little under her breath as she heard what she had said. If Rachel were a real being then she would probably think that she was crazy. "Often times I wonder if the people in my life are real or only imagined like the doctor and the other apparitions. They seem so real, I can see them, smell them, hear them, so I wonder if you are real or if you are an apparition leading me to my doom through a false sense of security."
Quinn turned and caught brown eyes with hazel. "You are real right?"
"Yes Quinn." Rachel laughed and leant forward just a little bit, catching her breath as she realized just how close she was to the blonde. She could feel her heated breath rushing against her face and neck and found herself swallowing hard as she looked down at those lips and back up into hazel eyes. "I am real, I promise. I am real."
"Rachel…" She muttered out and blushed a little. She wanted to know that Rachel was real and she found herself leaning forward in able to feel her, taste her, touch her. Pressing her lips to the brunette's full lips she let out a soft moan at the contact and closed her eyes, loving how soft they felt against her own, how real they felt against her own. Rachel gasped out at the contact and dug her small fingers into blonde locks, entwining her fingers in Quinn's hair as she pulled her closer to her body and kissed her harder.
"Mm…" Rachel moaned out into the kiss as she felt Quinn run her tongue along her bottom lip, she opened her mouth slightly allowing the blonde to push her sweet tongue inside of her mouth moving her own talented tongue against it. She could feel her body reacting.
But suddenly Quinn pulled away and glanced across the room.
"Quinn, what is it?" The small brunette asked with wide eyes as she followed her field of vision toward the other side of the lobby.
"You are already moving on? Quinn, your wife is not going to be happy about this." Dr. Killjoy said with a smile on his face as he leant back in one of the chairs. "Just remember that this one does not care about you, she does not know what you did. If she found out what you did she would not be kissing you I guarantee that."
"Quinn, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have kissed you like that, honestly I do not know what came over me." Rachel pleaded, thinking that the inmate was upset with her for kissing her. Not being able to see the apparition.
Pulling her eyes away from the doctor she looked down to the worried woman, her brown eyes wide. Quinn smiled softly and ran her pale fingers along Rachel's naturally tan cheek, brushing her dark hair out of her eyes. "Rachel, I am not upset that you kissed me. I love kissing you, it was amazing."
"Then what is the matter?" She muttered out, looking down at those swollen saliva coated lips. "Why did you stop me?"
"We are not alone."
"Oh…" She muttered.
Quinn felt guilty. "I am so sorry Rachel—"
"—no, please do not apologize Quinn, you cannot help it. Is it the doctor again?" The blonde inmate nodded and Rachel bit down on her full bottom lip. "What is he saying?"
The doctor kicked his legs and leant back into the chair. "You know Quinn, nowhere do the stars shine as brightly as they do on Carnate Island, and you found yourself a little star, didn't you." He nodded to Rachel and grinned. "A perfect golden star. She is lovely."
"He is attempting to make me feel guilty for my past."
"Perhaps we should get going?"
"We'll never escape him Rachel."
"I know." She smiled sadly at the blonde as she stood to her feet and twisted around holding out her small hands to Quinn who stared down at them with confused eyes. "But it is still necessary that we find out what is interrupting the radio signal, so we may as well continue with our search." Her voice held encouragement and determination and her smile widened as the blonde reached out and took her hands allowing her to help her to her feet.
Quinn loved the feeling of Rachel's hands in her own, and she loved it even more that the small woman did not let go of her hand as they walked through the hallways of the Asylum. She felt oddly content in that moment.
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As they wandered through the hallways and padded rooms, Killjoy continued to follow them and make comments but Quinn was finding that she did not mind them all that much anymore. Not with Rachel's hand in her own and her head against her shoulder, not knowing that she was allowed to kiss those perfect lips even if she daren't do so again for some time.
It made the hallucinations easier to bear, perhaps even comical. Because Rachel knew about them, she believed they existed and she trusted her. Something that no one had truly done in some time.
She knew that the doctor was correct when he said that she did not know what Quinn had been convicted of, she had been unable to muster up the courage to tell her in case it scared her away, but she had a feeling that if she told Rachel what she had been accused of and explained that she had no memory of the events, Rachel would believe her.
"If I had my choice, I would make you all artificial actors, synthetic, prosthetic people who are much less resistant to direction." Dr. Killjoy said in a sing-song voice as he danced around the two women. "Then you would not argue, you would not complain, you would not meddle, you would simply execute. For I have the vision here, I am the one who the camera adores."
Quinn easily ignored him as she looked down to the small brunette and pulled her body closer to her own, pressing a kiss to the top of her head which earned a smile from Rachel.
"I think that is it." The blonde inmate said with a nod to one of the rooms where she believed that the radio was located. With that she opened the door and revealed the radio room, walking inside.
"It appears so."
Dr. Killjoy was sitting on the radio now, looking down at it. "Alas, the golden age of the radio has passed us by. Who would care to broadcast only on the audio spectrum of human perception, when it is the visuals that can truly enrapture an audience? It was a peculiar form, with its attempt to create a complete world based on sound alone. If you listen carefully, you can hear their voices still. Do you hear the voices, Quinn? What do they tell you to do?"
Quinn ignored him and walked toward the radio in order to turn the generator on. She did not need him putting thoughts into her head, she did not want to kill Rachel and she knew that. She cared deeply for her despite having only known her for a short period of time.
After the generators were turned on she felt the brunette's hands around her waist and her forehead resting against her shoulder and she melted into the embrace. Holding her body close to her own. "We need to get out of here Rachel, Kurt is waiting back at the prison."
"I know, perhaps I can hold you for just a moment longer though?" Rachel asked and smiled when Quinn relaxed even further against her.
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Authors Note
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