Who's not surprised that this is continuing? I didn't mean to add the feelings last chapter, but I did. I'm not sorry. Sad, lonely, unrequited Quinn is my favourite and my best friend. But anyway, I'm wondering. Don't italics make sex scenes somehow better? I don't know, but certain words italicized make things... hotter? I DON'T KNOW MAN.

The sudden chill that hovered against her skin was what woke Quinn up. She observed her surroundings, terrified at the unfamiliarity of the environment around her. Soft flesh moved against hers, and when she looked down, the brightest smile lifted her face. Rachel nuzzled closer to her, lips brushing against Quinn's exposed nipple.

She was content to be lying down on the couch with the brunette sleeping against her, but a glance at the clock told her that it was time for her to go, or else her roommate would have a conniption. Quinn tried to move away from Rachel's grasp, but the actress only tightened her arms around her waist and sighed, puckering the skin that it struck.

"Mm, where are you going?" Rachel murmured, looking at the blonde with bleary eyes and drool peeking out the corner of her lips. "I love your hair."

Quinn ran her hands through the locks that stuck up behind her head. "I have to go," she said, threading her fingers through Rachel's tangled hair. "I have to study for a test and I smell like sweat."

"Sweat and sex," the actress whispered saucily as she sat up to straddle the blonde. The radiation from her center made Quinn groan as it blanketed her visible erection. "I remember how you taste, Quinn. And I was wondering…" Rachel's fingertips trailed against the chemistry student's sternum, down to her stomach, dipping into her bellybutton until it reached the head of Quinn's cock. "…if I could taste all of you."

"Huh – wha?" Quinn was in a daze, thanks to the goddess above her. The sly smirk, the pink lips, and the olive skin were blocking her senses. And that voice… Oh god that voice. "I-I can't, Rachel—"

"Oh yes you can," she moved to kneel between Quinn's legs, her cheek rubbed against her heated shaft. "Mmn, look at you Quinn. So hot and ready. Is this for me?"

"Fuck yeah," the chemistry student whimpered at the sight of Rachel's pink tongue running along the ridges of her dick. "My god, you're going to kill me. R-Rachel, please…"

"You want me to take this whole thing in my mouth?" Rachel continued pumping her fist against Quinn's shaft. The actress' pink tongue darted out and nudged the loose skin of her scrotum, causing the blonde to cry out. "But Quinn… I don't know if I can take it."

Hazel eyes blinked as they attempted to refocus on the brown-eyed angel that was holding on to her dick as if it was her personal plaything, and perhaps it was. When it came to Rachel, it was clear that she would do anything she asked her to. Even if it meant giving her full rights to jerk her cock whenever Rachel wanted, then that's perfectly fine.

"Aren't you going to test my throat out?" Rachel asked innocently, still rubbing the purple head against the soft texture of her cheek. "Don't you want to shove your thick meat all the way inside my windpipe? Want to feel me swallow around your cock? Hmm?" The actress stuck out her tongue and played with the sac between Quinn's legs.

Recalling the twitching and grasping muscles against the head of her cock a few hours ago, Quinn let out a deep moan. "Oh my god, Rachel." She squeezed her eyes shut and jerked her hips, wanting to feel that convulsing wetness against her cock once more. "Please, please, please."

"Are you begging?" Rachel giggled and swung the rod back and forth, creating a breeze around the damp tip. She kissed it all the way around, from base to the end, licking the precum that built up on the head. Rachel then dipped her tongue inside the slit, groaning when more precum slid out of Quinn's dick. "I never took you as the begging type."

"M-maybe you make me do crazy things," Quinn murmured, combing her fingers through Rachel's knotted hair. She watched the way the loose skin around her cock lift up and down in time with the actress' pumping. "Suck my cock, Rachel."

"Mmh," Rachel whimpered, letting Quinn's grip on her hair take her mouth to where it wanted to be. Quinn pulled Rachel down on her cock, groaning when Rachel rose up with her vacuum-like mouth. "Yeah, you like how I feel inside your hot mouth?" Quinn held Rachel's face still and began to pump her hips so that her cockhead would hit Rachel's throat. "A-ah!"

Quinn's pounding became harder and faster as she felt more cum leaking out of her penis. "Shhhiiiit yeah," she husked, in awe at the picture of Rachel's swollen lips, red from sucking and the friction against her shaft. "I'm going to cum all the way in your throat, Rach." The actress moaned and used her hands to massage Quinn's balls. "F-fuck here it comes!"

Hot sperm travelled from the build-up inside her testicles and out of her leaking dickhead. Rachel swallowed all that Quinn had to offer, moaning at the taste of the blonde girl. "Fuck." Quinn murmured in a breathless gasp. "That was amazing." She pulled Rachel up to her and shoved her tongue inside her mouth. Their wet muscles duelled until Rachel drew back, a line of spit connecting them.

"Want to take a shower?" Rachel asked with a sly wink. "My roommate is about your size and I'm pretty sure she doesn't mind that I borrow some clothes from her."

Quinn blinked. Borrowing clothes from Rachel would mean she'd have to return it eventually, and that would mean that she would see the actress again! "That would be nice, Rach. Thanks."

The brunette pulled her up, and lacing their fingers together, led the blonde to the bathroom. They were still half naked, so when they entered the shower, Rachel simply pushed Quinn's shirt off her shoulders and then her own before turning on the shower.

Water droplets against the olive skin that was displayed before her made Quinn lick her lips. Without thinking about anything else but the goddess soaking up the water from the shower, she rested her palms against Rachel's waist and pulled her close.

"Mm, Quinn… I thought you need to leave soon?" the actress remarked in a teasing tone. She gasped, however, when she felt her butt cheeks being parted, and Quinn's erect penis sliding against her the crack of her ass. "Oooooh."

The curve of Quinn's chin fit perfectly against the juncture of Rachel's shoulder and neck. "I want to feel you again though," she whispered, nibbling on Rachel's jaw. "Spread your legs."

Rachel bent forward and rested her hands against the tiled wall. "O-oh fuck." Quinn rubbed her hands against the slope of Rachel's butt, appreciating its smoothness and curvature. The blonde smoothed her palm against Rachel's back, stopping for her tits and squeezing them tight. "You ready for my dick inside you?" She husked against the brunette's ear. The actress moaned and nodded.

Using her cockhead, she parted Rachel's pussy and easily slipped inside. If anything, the brunette's cunt sucked her in, beckoned Quinn with its warmth and wetness. The blonde didn't pause, and instead focused on slamming her cock in and out of the wailing girl in her arms. She was barely holding Rachel up, both of their legs trembling as the water streamed between and on them.

"Fuuuuuck! Quinn!" Rachel screamed when Quinn's fingers pinched a nipple, and her other hand travelled down to strum against her clit. She pushed herself off of her bent position and leaned back against Quinn as the science student fucked her hard, their damp skin slapping against each other. "N-ahh! I-I'm going to cum…" Rachel craned her neck to nibble against Quinn's ear. "Come inside me," she hissed. "I need to fill me up with your fucking jizz, Quinn."

With the way the actress said her name, Quinn felt herself imploding into the twitching muscles around her cock. Barking out Rachel's name, the blonde buried herself into the deepest crevice of Rachel's pussy and spilled herself. "Ah fuck…"

"Come here," Rachel cooed, tugging Quinn's hair by the root, pulling her down for a kiss. Both hummed into the meeting of their lips as Rachel wrapped her arms around the taller girl's neck. "We really need to wash up, you horny maniac."

/~/

The clock struck six by the time Quinn could pull away from Rachel. After their shower, they spent half an hour figuring out what to wear out of Rachel's dancing roommate, taking frequent breaks to make out against her roommate's bed. Then Rachel wouldn't let go of her, so she easily succumbed to the goddess' wishes.

"Honestly, Rach. I need to go." Quinn murmured against the softest lips she has ever felt. "My roommate's going to spaz when she gets home and I'm not there."

"Aww," Rachel whined and nibbled on her ear. "But I want you to stay at least for dinner."

"R-Rach…" the blonde sighed and tried her hardest to pry herself off of the brunette. "Come on, please. I have a chemistry midterm to study for."

"About that," Rachel murmured as her tongue traced Quinn's jaw. "I'm pretty sure our chemical reactions give away interesting products…" She reached for Quinn's borrowed sweatpants and swept her palm against the bulge. Quinn merely groaned and moved away. "Fine, you science geek."

Quinn took a deep breath to center herself. "C-can I… can I call you? After I'm done studying?" She asked hopefully. Then, with a start she said, "And so I can return these clothes I borrowed before your roommate accuses you of stealing them."

The brunette was surprised, and her expression showed it. "Really? I-I thought this was a one night stand?"

"Not for me," Quinn admitted softly, taking Rachel's hand and brushing the tips against her mouth. "Honestly, I've had a crush on you since the first day I saw you on the subway." She lowered her gaze and berated herself for her sudden display of emotion.

"That's so sweet," Rachel pecked her on the cheek and smiled. "Here's my number, and you better call me as soon as you're done studying!"

Quinn left the brownstone apartment with well-worn muscles and the widest smile on her face. With the reassurance of the piece of paper in the pocket of her borrowed hoodie, she walked the five blocks from Rachel's apartment to hers. Upon entering, she saw her roommate sprawled on the couch with a book on top of her stomach, thin-wired frames on top of her nose.

"Where the fuck have you been, you crazy motherfucker?" She demanded, not even bothering to look at Quinn. "I've been fucking worried and," she checked her phone and sucked her teeth in. "you didn't even fucking call! What the fuck, Quinn!"

"Whoa potty mouth," Quinn said, dumping her heavy bag on the floor before leaping on the couch by the foot of her best friend slash roommate.

"Fine! I wasn't even worried at all! …psycho…" Her roommate murmured the last part to herself as she sat up. "Where have you been? …wait a second." She eyed the clothes that Quinn was wearing, and then the bulky bag on the floor. "Did Quinn Fabray finally get laid?"

"Shut up Santana," Quinn said, but the grin on her face begged the Latina to ask more.

"So, who?" Santana smirked, roughing up Quinn's damp hair. "Oh damn. Showered too? Must be someone special!"

"Remember that girl I told you about – ?"

"The brunette with the long-ass legs and the butt to die for?" The black-haired girl asked as she padded towards the kitchen for a drink. Quinn followed after her. "What about – no way. No freakin way! You actually fucked her like you said you would?"

"I didn't say that!" Quinn groaned, palming her face in annoyance. "I had the – "

" – biggest fucking crush on her, you actually sounded pathetic."

" – yeah! Wait…" Quinn sighed and shook her head. It can be difficult to get a point across whenever Santana was in a mood. "I wanted to talk to her since I saw her, and during the rush hour today I grabbed on to her before she could fall."

"Ah, Cheerios training." Santana nodded sagely. "I knew it would come in handy someday."

"Yeah! But umm… that's not all." Quinn blushed at the memory of Rachel grinding against her erection right in the middle of the train station, where anyone could hear their heated whispers against each other's ear. "We… sort of grinded against each other on the train."

"During rush hour?" Santana laughed, her eyes were filled with amusement. She opened the fridge and took out the almost-empty carton of orange juice and chugged straight from the box. "Holy crap, Q. That's amazing."

"Yeah," the blonde replied sheepishly. "Then she took me to her apartment and… we had sex there. Three times, actually."

"Fuck yeah!" Santana reached up for a high-five that Quinn immediately gave. "How was it though? And what did she say about your… man parts on your lady body?"

"Oh god, she was awesome." Quinn murmured, leaning against the counter with a reminiscent of a sigh. She could close her eyes and she would feel Rachel all over again, hovering above her, thrashing her arms, screaming her name. "And she actually didn't say anything about my… erm… my stuff."

"Jesus, Quinn. Call it a dick." Santana cackled. "But that's impressive. Usually people would panic, but I guess she's just a pretty open-minded individual." She flattened the carton of the orange juice and threw it into the recycling bin. "It's your turn to make dinner tonight, Q-ball. Better get started." Quinn glanced at the countertop where the ingredients for tonight's beef and pepper stir fry were laid out. The science student rolled up her sleeves and set to cooking.

/~/

By seven o'clock, Quinn and Santana were sitting on the couch, their dinner in disposable plates with their textbooks on top of their lap. The battery-powered radio played soft jazz in the kitchen as both chewed and studied at the same time. Quinn glanced up at the clock and stretched out her arms. "This is going to be a long night…"

"Tell me about it," Santana mumbled as she turned the page of her law textbook. The frayed edges and taped pages made the brunette's actions more delicate. "After these midterms, we need to get boozed up, god damn it."

"Agreed," Quinn sighed, refilling their drinking glasses with cheap de-alcoholised beer. She gathered her things under her arm and stood up. "I'm going to move this molecular party over to my bedroom. See you tomorrow, San."

"Leave your dishes in the sink and I'll wash 'em!" she called after the blond who nodded her response. Quinn retreated into her bedroom and dumped her textbook on the floor by her bed. Jumping into the mess of pillows and sheets, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She pressed a lilac-scented pillow against her face and inhaled. As much as she wanted to memorize functional groups and chemical theories, all she could think about was Rachel. Her brown hair, and equally brown eyes, her velvet skin that felt so good sliding against Quinn's chest. Without meaning to, a low groan escaped her lungs.

Grabbing the extension telephone from the floor, she reached into her pocket and pulled out the torn page from Rachel's notepad. With trembling fingertips, Quinn dialled the number and held the phone up to her ear. She was nervous, but her desire to hear Rachel's voice overrode all of her fears.

"Hello, this is Rachel Berry! May I ask who is calling?" Came the vibrant cadence of the brunette on the other line. A breath escapes Quinn, and she almost swallowed her tongue.

"Rachel? H-hey, it's me. Quinn."

"Quinn!" Rachel shrieked, and the blonde almost flinched, if not for the way the scream echoed her pleasured moans from hours ago. She felt her cock twitch in her pants, and she swore to herself. There was no way she would get a hard-on. No way. "Are you finally done studying for your midterm?"

"Erm, well…"

"Quinn! Are you, or are you not finished reviewing for your midterm?" The actress berated her. "You can't blame me if you fail! Especially since you tried your hardest to run away from me earlier."

"I wasn't running away." Quinn pouted, rolling over to open her textbook on the marked page. "I was just… distracted, I guess."

"By me?" Rachel's cheeky tone wasn't lost on Quinn.

"Yes, by you."

"I feel the same," The actress murmured, and Quinn perked up at this. "I was trying to read through the script of West Side Story that I have to perform two weeks from now but all I can think about is this hot blonde I had sex with earlier."

The science student gulped and stared at the molecular diagrams before her. Must not… get turned on… she chanted inside her head. Must. Not – oh what the hell. Quinn shifted onto her back to not add pressure against her stiffening dick. "Damn it, Rachel…"

"…am I turning you on, Quinn?" The sly grin can be heard from the telephone waves, and the blonde had to take deep calming breaths. "I shall take that as a yes, then."

"It's not funny," Quinn muttered, forcing her eyes to remain open, for she was sure that as soon as her eyelids close, her mind's eye would assault her with images of Rachel riding her, fucking her and sucking her – whichever of the three. "I try to read through my notes and my textbook but for some reason you keep popping inside my head!" She complained. "I'm not blaming you though. I mean, it's not your fault."

Rachel giggled and hummed. On the other end, Quinn can hear chatter – probably from the television – and what sounded like dance music. "Oops, I'm sorry Quinn but I have to go. My roommate insists on having me as a swing dance partner right now." The blonde heard the echoes of giggling and murmuring on the other end.

"In your living room?" Quinn asked, but immediately shook her head. "Never mind. Tell me how that goes for you."

"I will," Rachel said. Another giggle, then a burst of applause. "You better start studying Quinn! I will not be held responsible for your grades!"

"Yes dear," Quinn drawled. But in an instant, she sobered up and sighed. There was something about the petite actress that instilled some foreign emotion inside her body, heart, and possibly her soul. Quinn shook her head, berating herself. There was no way her feelings – if that's what they were – for Rachel ran this deep! It was too soon to accept it.

And it was too soon to disregard it, too.

"Bye Quinn," Rachel cooed.

"Bye Rach." Quinn said, and before she could hesitate, she immediately ended the call. She chucked the phone against the beanbag that rested in the corner of her room and groaned. It was not because of her cock that tingled against the fabric of her sweats, or the lilac-scented detergent that smelled like the ghost of Rachel's skin, seeping into her pores. No, it wasn't any of that.

She was starting to feel again, and it was scaring her. Very much like the first time she felt something remotely true, such as this. Such as Rachel.

Oh Quinn. Such a feelings type o' gal.