Part 2. Still working on the vampire fic and breathe me.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own glee.
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Rachel took a deep breath as she limped towards Quinn.
The HBIC was leaning against her little red car, pretending to be busy.
They hadn't had much time to properly talk and the badass was rather nervous about their 'situation'.
Last night, after Quinn eventually confessed that she was on birth control- preventing Rachel from having a stroke- they had lay in bed, cuddled together. Simply enjoying the shared space.
Then Quinn's mom came home and the cheerleader sprang out of bed and threw Rachel's clothes at her, whilst pushing her towards the window.
It was a miracle that she only sprained her ankle.
She didn't know if Quinn was 'out' to her mom or if she really thought of herself as gay because of Rachel's unusual anatomy.
That also made Rachel feel uncomfortable.
The fact that Quinn had seen her naked. She had seen everything. The main thing she was fixated on was the fact that Quinn had seen, felt and tasted her most private appendage.
Sure, everyone heard that she had a penis, but only Noah, the doctors and her parents had seen it.
Now Quinn had.
Rachel still wasn't sure how she felt about that.
Was she happy that she was no longer a virgin? Yes.
Was she happy that she gave her v-card to Quinn? Yes.
Did she now, miraculously, feel confident in her body? No.
She had always felt self conscious about her body- for obvious reasons. The fact that Quinn had seen her so exposed terrified her. Quinn could destroy her at any given moment, if she felt so inclined. That's why she needed clarification.
(Also, the fact that she had a crush on her for years was not helping her situation.)
Rachel strode up to the blonde and cleared her throat.
"Yes, Rachel?" Quinn looked up from her perfectly manicured nails to look into her eyes.
The brunette swallowed, feeling her throat and jeans tighten. Damn those smoky eyes. "I... Um... Would you... Would you like to wear my jack-et?" Rachel felt her face go hot as her voice cracked.
Quinn tried not to chuckle at how cute Rachel was when she was nervous. She liked how it was something no one else really had the opportunity to see.
"You want to stake your claim on me, huh?"
Rachel could feel a light sweat on her forehead as the blonde arched her eyebrow. She awkwardly shifted on the spot, hoping to relieve some of the pressure in her pants. "Well, since you did say that you are my girlfriend, then yes. I g-guess that's what I'm saying."
Quinn grinned, impressed that Rachel started to push back. She hoped that they would soon rekindle their back-and-forth rapport, but she was mostly glad that she hadn't reconsidered them having a relationship considering how Quinn had all but shoved her out her bedroom window partially dressed.
(She really did regret that, but there were some things her mother did not need to see.)
"I guess you'll be needing a jacket too then." Quinn smiled, slipping off her letterman.
Rachel smirked, starting to feel more confident in herself as she held out her black leather coat and took Quinn's red Cheerio jacket instead.
Rachel quickly shrugged Quinn's letterman on before helping Quinn into her leather jacket.
"Catch you later Rach," Quinn whispered, pecking her on the cheek before leaving. Rachel swallowed, slightly disappointed that they hadn't spoken for longer.
As Quinn sashayed away, (Rachel watching her gorgeous ass the whole time), the brunette started to think.
Quinn had chosen her to be her first.
Out of everyone, Quinn Fabray chose her.
Maybe she had the right to be at least a little confident...
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Rachel unfortunately didn't see much of Quinn throughout the day and only caught sight of her as the blonde made her way- abnormally slowly, yet none-the-less elegantly, - to her car.
Rachel jogged awkwardly to catch up with her, trying to ignore her ankle, and wiping her hands on her thighs as they started to feel hot as her nerves began to appear.
She hated when it happened.
She just hoped that didn't start sweating which always followed her hot palms as her anxiety increased.
"Hey, Quinn." Rachel tried to sound casual but her voice cracked on the Head Cheerio's name.
Quinn stopped by her car, a small amused smile on her face as she gazed upon Rachel's magnificently red one.
"Hi, Rachel. What's up?" Rachel's brow furrowed slightly at Quinn's appearance. She looked absolutely exhausted.
"Are you alright?" She asked, stepping closer to her girlfriend- that felt weird to even think.
"Sylvester ran us into the ground today, I don't think that there's anywhere on my body that doesn't hurt. Someone should tell you not to exercise after losing your virginity." Quinn joked, running a hand over her hair. Although, really, it was kind of achey down there. She had only lost her virginity two days ago and had still been sore when she slept with Rachel last night which re-aggravated it. Thankfully, a hot shower helped ease the pain off, it wasn't as bad as it had been yesterday, but the pain was still there.
The brunette bit her lip. She had wanted to ask Quinn over to her house, maybe fool around a little bit but give Quinn the focus this time, but she could tell the blonde needed a rest. "Would... Would you like to come home with me? I could make you hot chocolate if you want, and you could sleep over." She wouldn't make it about sex, she hoped that this relationship could be something stronger than physical compatibility. She wanted Quinn to know she could take care of her.
"I'd... Really like that, actually. Thank you." Quinn gave her a shy smile as her cheeks turned pink. She never really had anyone offer to take care of her just because... She couldn't believe she had never known how sweet Rachel was.
"I can give you pyjamas too, if you don't have any. Do you want me to drive?" She offered, not wanting the cheerleader to stress herself.
The blonde held out the keys, "That sounds brilliant. I wasn't sure if I could keep my eyes open to get home, in all honesty." She was incredibly lucky to have gotten Rachel first and she did not intend on letting her go.
Rachel took the keys, then took Quinn's kit bag before walking to the passenger door and opening it for her.
"You are definitely a keeper." Quinn mumbled with a smile as she got into her car and the door was shut for her.
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The introduction to Rachel's fathers hadn't occurred to her until she was outside the Berry home, then she started to panic. This was not something she had prepared for, what if they asked about their first date or something?
Rachel chuckled when she saw the wide eyes on Quinn's face as they got out of the car. "You can relax, this is one of the rare occasions they aren't home. Normally you would be subjected to numerous hugs, cookies and questions. My dads are away on their first annual business trip, I usually go with them when they go in the summer."
Quinn breathed a sigh if relief and followed her girlfriend inside.
"You can just drop your stuff anywhere, I'll grab you some clothes and then make you some hot chocolate." Rachel smiled, then ran upstairs before Quinn could say anything.
The Cheerio carefully set her schoolbag by the door, and looked at the photographs lining the wall. She grinned at the pictures of Rachel beaming at the camera- generally not wearing a shirt- until about seven years old, then she was wearing hoodies and jumpers and the smile seemed more subdued.
"I started realising I was different at that age. I felt pretty alone- that's why Noah came up with this great idea to avoid me truly being alone in high school."
Quinn had jumped at her girlfriend's reappearance, not having heard her come back down, and she saw the sad smile she was wearing.
"I wish you hadn't needed to go through that."
Rachel shrugged, feeling uncomfortable about it all. It was part of her life, she had accepted it and dealt with it. It wouldn't help anyone to dwell on it.
"I... Um, I ran you a bath. I put some of that muscle relaxant bath stuff in it, I figured it would help with the... The aches."
Quinn walked over to her and kissed Rachel's cheek. "You are the sweetest person I have ever met, how on earth did you get away with that womanising charade for so long."
Rachel shrugged again, happy with Quinn standing close to her. "No one ever spoke to me about it, they heard the Cheerios and accepted it. I'm happy it meant I didn't get picked on but I didn't like that it made you think I wasn't serious about you. I-I've liked you for a long time Quinn."
Quinn pulled her in for a hug, "I've liked you too, I just didn't think my parents would approve of someone with that reputation."
"And now?" She asked.
The cheerleader stroked her hair, "My mom will adore you because I can tell her the truth about you. That you are generous, chivalrous and protective."
Rachel blushed and lead Quinn up the stairs to her room. "The water's gonna get cold." She mumbled, handing Quinn the pyjamas and clean boxers to change into after the bath. She had laid them out when she had first came up to her room.
Quinn took them with a softly spoken, "thank you" and then hesitated before asking, "Will come with me?"
Rachel blinked in confusion, "Where?"
"The bath." Quinn asked quietly. Rachel swallowed.
"Uh... Okay... I'll just grab some clothes then." The brunette swallowed as she opened her drawers and grabbed the first pair of boxers she saw and then a t-shirt from her desk chair. She always hung them there for convenience.
Then they went into the en suite.
Rachel lost the ability to breathe as Quinn quickly and self consciously took her clothes off, whilst she stared at her magnificent body. The gentle swell of her breasts, the smooth dip of her hips, the sensitive peaks of her nipples. She could even glimpse the rosy red fullness of her lower set of lips and it made her throb- that's when she remembered that she need to take her clothes off, and now Quinn was sitting in the bath looking at her.
Rachel gulped and turned around before pulling her shirt off, feeling embarrassed. "Rachel, please turn around."
Powerless to resist, she turned. "Take your time."
The was still a slight tremor in her hands as her shirt fell to the floor, quickly joined by her bra and jeans, then slowly, she dropped her boxers on the floor and raised her head to look at Quinn. She knew she was sporting a semi and was mortified.
Quinn who was smiling at her. Not staring between her legs (thank god), and it made her relax.
"Climb in behind me," Quinn ordered, shifting forward to let the small brunette slip in. The image of the brunette's firm ass, and rising dick looping in her mind.
Rachel breathed out slowly. She could feel Quinn's skin against her own and was so soft and warm...
She held onto the edges of the bath for dear life. She was concentrating on suppressing her erection so much that she didn't notice Quinn speaking to her.
"Rachel!" The brunette jumped, splashing some water out of the bath.
"What's wrong?" Rachel asked frantically.
Quinn turned around, her hands going to hold the edge of the tub either side of Rachel's body, "You were stuck somewhere in your head and I was asking you a question."
Rachel blushed, "Oh, well I-" Her voice cut off as she realised that Quinn's breasts were almost at parallel eye view, and they were wet and soapy.
Quinn frowned as Rachel stopped talking until she realised why and rolled her eyes with a smile. She knew Rachel had been trying to be restrained when she brought her home and that the point was not really to have sex, but she could already feel the erection prodding her thigh.
Quinn moved forward in the bath, the cool air puckering her nipples, and straddled Rachel's legs. "Suck them."
Rachel broke eye contact with the globes of flesh as she suddenly noticed she had been having a staring competition with them.
"I don't-"
"It's okay, I want you too."
"I don't want to hurt you, you said you were sore earlier."
Quinn pressed a kiss to Rachel's forehead, "It's okay Rachel, as long as you're gentle it will be fine."
Rachel nodded and leant forward, carefully wrapping her mouth around the pointed pink bud.
Quinn gasped at the heat and careful ministrations of Rachel's tongue, and the gentle suction. She ended up grabbing the back of Rachel's head with one hand to keep her there. She could feel the rush between her legs as she released some of her juice, thankful that she didn't have to clench to keep it in since she wasn't wearing underwear.
Quinn slipped her hand underwater to tug Rachel's cock, she could feel her precum oozing from the top already, that caused Rachel's hands to cup her ass.
Rachel pulled back from Quinn's breast with a red face, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that."
Quinn flushed, "That's okay, just... That's at least sixth date stuff."
Rachel smiled a little at the joke and moved her hands more onto Quinn's thighs as she lowered her head to keep kissing the soft breasts in front of her. She could feel the smooth glide of Quinn's hand and grunted. She was getting close.
"Sit back a second." Quinn ordered, she could feel the quick pulses of fluid being pushed out of her hole as she became more and more aroused, she was clenching on nothing and she needed something to fill her.
Rachel moved back, worried slightly, "Did I- oh." Rachel looked down to watch as Quinn guided her cock to a good angle, then slid down on it. "Oh my god... Oh, Quinn." it was so hot, hotter than last time and so slick- but not from the water. Quinn felt amazing around her, gripping her tightly, a bit too good.
The Cheerio sighed in contentment as she mounted Rachel. She took a moment to savour the feeling of being full, and the pleasant way in which it became harder to breathe, how perfectly Rachel fit inside of her. It was like the missing piece of the jigsaw.
Then she felt how stiff Rachel was- not in the obvious way. She very much felt that. But the fact that she was not moving at all.
Quinn looked down to see Rachel gripping the edge of the bathtub, her knuckles white, and she was holding her breath.
"What's wrong?"
Rachel opened her eyes, feeling stupid as she saw the amount of concern in the Cheerleader's gaze. "I'm really close. I dunno if I can hold out." She felt the powerful throb of her dick, the tingling in her balls, and the overall ache that came with holding back from an orgasm. She also felt incredibly guilty.
This was the third time she had been inside Quinn Fabray.
The first time she was drunk, so she didn't know how well it had gone, Quinn may have thought it was good because there were so many horror stories of superbad first times. So, she may not have hurt her- too much- but Rachel didn't think she could have been that good drunk.
The second time, Quinn had felt guilty for her and tried to make it up to her by basically sucking her off and then riding her- which, if that happened every time Quinn felt guilty then it would basically guarantee her forgiveness for anything.
This time, Quinn was sore and Rachel tried to do the decent thing and take care of her only to end up balls deep in her pussy and about to bust a nut.
She just felt like she was screwing everything up. She was even more horrified when her eyes started to burn.
She felt even worse now. Quinn had seemed happy with how things were going and her stupid insecurities were making it even more terrible.
"Rachel, it's okay. I like it when you cum in me, it's nice and warm, and when you let go your have the most gorgeous expression on your face.
Rachel squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away. She felt flattered by Quinn's words but she couldn't believe she was crying in a bathtub with Quinn. What the hell was wrong with her?
Quinn lent forward, feeling the stiff member move inside her, the sensitive skin scraping against her inner walls, and a burst of fluid escaping.
The blonde's eyes fluttered momentarily as she felt Rachel release slightly inside of her, she noticed Rachel's mouth twisting a bit and she knew that the brunette was trying valiantly to hold back.
Quinn kissed Rachel's cheek and began to gently move her hips, coaxing more cum out and making Rachel gasp.
"Quinn, I can't... You need to stop or I won't..." Rachel's brow furrowed as she felt the pressure building. A whimper escaped. "Quinn..."
"Cum for me, baby." Quinn whispered, she moaned as Rachel's hips bucked and her hands flew to grip her thighs. The she felt the hot ropes of cum bursting out of Rachel's little slit on her cute cockhead. "Good girl." Quinn kissed Rachel's face gently.
Rachel let out small grunts as her balls clenched and released, her cock softening up inside Quinn's core and moulding itself to curve of her channel.
"I'm sorry..." Rachel sighed, her head falling to Quinn's collarbone and her breath burning the pale skin.
Quinn shook her head. "You shouldn't be, I wanted it. I wanted you to do it."
"I just... I feel like, I feel like I'm the only one benefitting. I want to make you feel good, I want to make you cum." Rachel ranted. "I want to make it up to you."
Quinn narrowed her eyes in thought. It was clear Rachel wasn't going to let this go, so she would need to find some way to appease her.
"You could go down on me?" Quinn half joked. She did want that to happen, but she wasn't really sure if Rachel would want to. She heard guys didn't like how it tasted - and whilst she knew Rachel wasn't a guy- she worried about it. Then again, she thought Rachel stuff tasted okay and it was said not to be pleasant at all.
Rachel licked her lips, she would be lying if she said she hadn't thought about it, especially after seeing Quinn's pussy lips spreading around her cock when she rode her. She felt herself nodding, "I'd like that."
Quinn's eyes widened.
Rachel felt her cheeks flush, "I-I mean… No. You know what? I meant what I said, I'd like to do that for you."
"Let's get out if here first, the water's getting cold and I'm pretty sure we are dirtier than when we got in." Quinn said when she recovered from her surprise, and pressed a kiss to Rachel's lips.
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The couple had actually redressed, after drying off, before going into Rachel's room.
Rachel realised when she stepped into her room that she probably should have brought pyjamas to change into, because now she would need to change again.
Quinn turned around to face her and Rachel wiggled her toes, feeling the soft carpet.
"Are you sure you want to? I mean it's not supposed to be nice-" Rachel cut her off by walking up to her and kissing her firmly until the blonde started kissing her back.
Rachel kept walking forward, her hands gently guiding Quinn's, until they fell back onto the bed. Seeing Quinn actually nervous about what they were doing increased her confidence.
"I am completely positive." Rachel whispered into Quinn's ear as she moved her mouth to start kissing her girlfriends neck.
Pretty soon after, Quinn's shorts were off, and Rachel was back down to her bra and boxers.
Rachel slid down the bed so that she was on her stomach between Quinn's milky thighs. She felt herself stiffen at the smell of the cheerleader's pussy and she could see the white cotton material had become translucent enough to highlight the folds below.
"Are you ready?" The brunette asked, she locked eyes with Quinn who was gnawing at her lip.
"Yeah," She whispered, raising her hips up.
The fake-badass rose up a bit to carefully tug the ruined underwear off Quinn's body.
Rachel made a chocking noise in the back of her throat at the delectable sight of Quinn's pink skin. It was going to both her heads that she was the only person to ever see this part of her.
"Is it okay?" Rachel's eyebrows rose in incredulity at the quiet voice coming from the normally confident HBIC.
Rachel rose up onto her elbows to see Quinn's face, "You look amazing, and I'm guessing that you'll taste even better." She softly rubbed her girlfriend's thigh trying to soothe her even more. "Um…let me know if I'm doing it wrong, okay?"
Quinn smiled and nodded, watching the brunette's head dip back between her legs. She felt hot puffs of air as Rachel breathed out, then pushed her legs open a tad wider. She could feel her folds spreading, and her hole fluttering, and she knew that Rachel would be able to see absolutely everything.
Then she felt the first touch of her girlfriend's tongue, making her jump slightly, but she reassured Rachel it wasn't because she did something wrong. The second touch was a little firmer but still cautious and did absolutely nothing to cool her arousal. She could feel her wetness gathering at her opening and start to seep out.
Quinn tried to focus on her breathing, as Rachel poked about down there. Her brow furrowed as the touches began to get more confident and more exploratory. Caressing from her opening, along her lower lips, and then around her clit- which she could feel throbbing.
Then she noticed that Rachel was letting out quiet moans as she practically bathed her with her tongue. She lifted her head off the pillow and saw that the little brunette was rolling her hips into the mattress, she dropped her head back with a smile, believing now that Rachel truly did want to give her this.
Her smile disappeared as a moan tore out of her throat with the first contact to her swollen nub. Her fingers laced in thick dark tresses, hoping to keep the contact there but unfortunately Rachel moved on. Quinn wanted to sigh in frustration only to feel the muscle slip into her hole. Her hips bucked up and Rachel's tongue slipped out.
"Sorry,"was mumbled into her thigh and then the tongue was inside again. Quinn could feel every single movement inside of her, which had now changed to thrusting.
"Rub, fuck…" Quinn panted, her hips rolling against the amazing thrusts.
Rachel's arm slid out from under Quinn's thigh and tried to feel about for her clit. Quinn grabbed the small hand and placed it exactly where she needed it. She could feel herself near the edge.
Rachel's ministrations to her clit were clumsy and frantic but at this point it wasn't really important. Quinn whimpered and clenched her thighs around her head.
Rachel was getting light headed when Quinn's thighs tightened around her head, and she felt the tight channel clenching around her tongue as Quinn came. Rachel pulled out and sealed her mouth over the little hole to suck the wave of cum spilling out, then embarrassingly she felt her own orgasm sneak up on her.
She moaned as the silky fluid filled her mouth, and shivered as she felt cum spurting out of her cock and coat her boxers- she hated it when it happened in the morning and this was no different.
Finally Quinn's body went slack and Rachel popped her head up gasping for air.
"So good…" Quinn whispered in a happy daze and a smile on her face. Rachel felt her ego inflate but her face wrinkled at the uncomfortable went squishy sensation.
"Do you mind if I change my boxers?" Quinn just hummed.
Rachel just grinned and shook her head. She got up and got the wipes from her beside table, cleaned herself up and then changed her underwear she turned around and jumped when she saw that Quinn had rolled over and was watching her.
"Take them off. I never really got to see you soft," Quinn said, eyeing Rachel's crotch, causing her to blush.
Rachel fingered the waistband of her boxers nervously and then dropped them. She saw that Quinn bit her lip as saw her soft penis. She felt a bit stupid since it was just hanging there but she wasn't going to get it up any time soon.
"I like it, c'mere. I need cuddles." Rachel smiled and got back on the bed, chuckling Quinn pulled her body close and their naked lower halves touched.
"I like you." Rachel mumbled into Quinn's shoulder, as they lay snuggled together. "And your down below."
Quinn laughed quietly, feeling her eyelids drop even as she felt the warm soft-yet-kind-of-firm cock resting on her thigh. "I like you too."
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So reviews? It kind of went in some weird directions at some points making me need to rewrite it, like Quinn was going to wax Rachel and I ended up being like 'wtf is going on?' so now I'm happy with it and it is completely done!
No extra chapters.
But I'm still going to write Faberry with GP!Rachel.