Ummm, so, I updated!... I know I havn't added anything to this in forever, but BuffyAnne sent me a message, and so I read some old reviews and I felt inspired, so I updated it! So you can thank her if you want! I hope there are still some of you out there who wanted another instalment, I hope it doesn't disappoint, and I'll TRY to make myself not be such a lousy updater in the future.
The story gets a bit plot heavier in this chapter, but I hope you like it, PLEASE let me know!
She had never been so nervous in her life, sure they'd been making out in his office for two weeks, but today was the day, 'date day' as she had appropriately named it in her head. An hour and a half, that's what he'd offered her, and at the time she'd thought it wouldn't be long enough, but now that she'd had a chance to think about it, they'd probably not even spent that much time together over the last two weeks. Now she was going to have to think of conversations to have with him that didn't just include glee, and it's not like they could just make out for an hour and a half, could they? God, what if he wanted to have sex, was she ready to have sex with him, she sure knew she wanted to, but the idea of actually doing it freaked her out so much it made her kind of nauseous. She had almost decided not to go to glee at all, if she didn't show up then she couldn't spend time with him afterwards. She'd decided against it though, because firstly she couldn't afford to be skipping rehearsals this close to a competition and secondly, because he was all she could think about, all the time, she was infatuated, and so even though she was anxious about how It might go, she really really wanted to see him… and kiss him… and do all sorts of other things to him… maybe.
She changed her outfit four times, first it was a skirt, but that got ditched because it was too long and too pink (she didn't want to seem like a little girl). Then she'd tried another skirt, but it was deemed too short and flippy-uppy when she moved, she wanted to put on a bit of a show for him, but the rest of the glee club didn't need to see her cooch. Then she tried jeans, because although pants were not her preferred attire, they made her ass look hot, but then she remembered that he'd asked her to wear a skirt the last time she wore jeans, so she was back to square one. By the time she walked out the door, she was back in her flippy-uppy skirt, but with stockings underneath and a simple v-neck t-shirt that was hiding her best push up bra, that she saved for the days she wanted the world to believe she had boobs. Her dads had noticed and made a comment about her cleavage ("too much for school?") and she wondered why they'd let her buy it if they hated seeing her wear it. She'd dismissed the comment with a, "it's the first one I picked up and it's comfortable," which wasn't entirely truthful.
During practice she'd done her very best to be distracted by the task at hand to stress about the event afterwards, which she had realised whilst getting dressed, she had no clue about, for all she knew he was taking her swimming on their 'date', although it really wasn't warm enough to swim so she was pretty sure she was safe there. She'd done her best to concentrate on her dance steps and her breathing (like he'd taught her) and her pitch, and thankfully the rehearsal went by faster then she'd expected it to. When it came time for everyone to leave he didn't miss a beat, "Rachel, did you still want to go through your vocals today?" he asked her, loud enough a few people would hear and not expect her to leave with them, but not too loud that it was obvious.
"Yes please Mr. Shue," she told him as calmly as possible, "if it's not too much trouble," and they busied themselves with taking out sheet music and putting it on the piano to compare while they waited for the other students to depart.
As soon as the last student was out the door he turned to her, "ok, you wanna go?" he asked, clearly excited, and some of her anguish vanished at realising he was as eager to see her as she was to see him.
"We should probably wait until everyone is gone," she told him, "they all stand out in the parking lot and chat for a little while," she explained.
"Oh," he seemed kind of disappointed, "how long?"
"Umm," she paused to consider it, "well, it's getting colder out, so probably only five or ten minutes," she decided, and he seemed to perk up. "So what are we doing today?" she asked, wanting to find something to talk about so there wouldn't be any awkward silences.
"Well, I was thinking we could go back to my place," he said it casually but at the mention of being alone in his house with him her panic from earlier began to return.
All she could think was, crap he really does want to have sex, well of course he does, I've been stringing him along for two weeks, and he's a man, not a boy, so of course he expects sex after two weeks. Sensing her hesitation he offered a little more information, "I thought I could make you lunch," he offered, and he could see her visibly relax as the smile he loved came back into view.
"That would be nice," she agreed, "we could probably go now," she gestured to the door, he nodded and took her hand, interlacing his fingers with hers, and she thought for a minute she might melt. They wandered out to the car park in relative silence, enjoying being together outside his office, it wasn't until they'd been in the car for five minutes and he'd snuck a few looks at her whilst driving that she started to feel a little awkward.
"Did you do anything last night," she was trying to be conversational.
He shrugged, "I finished grading those papers you distracted me from the other day," he admitted and she blushed, "not that I mind the distraction," he reached over and rested his hand on her thigh, "how about you?" he asked in return.
I spent the entire evening thinking about you, and I was so nervous about today I couldn't sleep until 4 in the morning. "Umm, homework, and I watched a movie, nothing special," she shrugged it off.
They lapsed into silence again, and it felt a little less awkward now that he had his hand resting in her stocking clad thigh, drawing circles with his fingers subconsciously. "This is nice," she said suddenly, "not being in school, it makes it seem more real."
"Yeah," he agreed absently, staying silent for the rest of the trip back to his apartment, letting his mind wander over how nice it would be to be able to stroke the rest of her body the way he was able to stroke her thigh right now, enjoying the way she let her fingernails tickle their way across the back of his hand.
As he pulled up in front of his apartment he had a mild moment of panic, looking around the car park to make sure his nosey neighbour Mrs. Koray, wasn't hovering about, it would be very bad if the invasive old woman saw him entertaining a teenager in his apartment. The woman was nowhere to be seen, but he decided that it still probably wasn't the smartest idea to prolong their exposure to the prying eyes of others, so he ushered her in as fast as possible.
Once inside they both took off their coats, and he went to turn the heater on, returning to find her standing in front of his mantle staring at a photo of him as a kid with his mom and dad. "You were really cute as a kid," she commented as he came to stand behind her, "I mean you're still cute," she turned her head to smile up at him, "but you were really cute when you were little, look at your hair," she giggled at the almost fro he'd had as a child.
"Yeah, I guess" he agreed, his cheeks blazing a little red, wishing he'd had the foresight to take down the photo before she came over. He took her hand and pulled her away from the mantle and back towards the kitchen, now wishing he'd actually made something to eat earlier, he really hadn't planned very well for this afternoon, now he had to make her sit and watch him cook, whereas if he'd been prepared he'd have had more time for other activities. "Would you like something to drink?" he offered, trying to find her something to do.
"Sure," she nodded, moving to open the fridge herself and inspect its contents before pulling a bottle of water out of it.
"Is there anything in particular you want to eat?" he offered, "or anything you don't eat," he hadn't even considered that she might be a picky eater.
When she turned away from the fridge to look at him, bottle unopened, she had a smile on her face, it was one he recognised well, "I'm not hungry," she told him, a glint in her eye.
"Oh," he was at a loss for what to say.
"You haven't given me a tour," she chastised him playfully.
"Right," he agreed perking up, a tour gave him a chance to do something other than stand awkwardly in his kitchen. "Well, clearly this is the kitchen, and it kind of doubles as the dining area…" she cut him off.
"Where's the bedroom?" she asked impishly, and he realised which smile it was, it was her, I want you on me now smile, and he was happy to oblige.
He crossed the small kitchen to where she was standing, placing a hand firmly on each hip and walking her backwards towards the hallway, he dipped his head to kiss her, he started with a gentle brush of lips, "different type of appetite, huh?" he teased before his lips went back to their previous ministrations.
"Oh I'm sorry," she pulled back coyly, "did you want to eat?" and her face was pure seduction, it was times like this where he honestly didn't feel like she could possibly be a teenager, she was so womanly, and sexy and confident that he knew this was right.
He chuckled, his breath tickling her jaw, "not even a little bit," he whispered, and then he wrapped his arms around her and hoisted her up so she could clamp her thighs onto his waist. He moved towards the bedroom, walking through the doorway and over to his bed, lowering her down onto the mattress, he detached from her for a moment to state the obvious, "bedroom."
She let her eyes scan what they could find from her vantage point on her back, "I like your ceiling," she joked, "you have beautiful mouldings," and all he could do was laugh in response as he pushed her further up the bed, before climbing up to be above her.
"I wish it was always like this," she offered earnestly, smiling up at him as her hands ran over his chest, playing with the buttons that ran down the centre, but not undoing them. "I wish I could kiss you when I want and talk to you when I want," she trailed off, her eyes dipping away from his, "it would be easier," it was true, this relationship was difficult already and they were only two weeks in, not that she would give it up so easily, but she often found herself dreaming about how different life would be if she were five years older, or he were ten years younger.
He shook his head, "you'd get bored if it was always like this," he told her, "if we could spend as much time as we wanted together, we wouldn't want it as much," he explained, he loved their time together, but he had a fear that at some point the bubble would break, and the amazing balance of fantasy and reality that they currently had going on would tip to one side.
The smile returned to her lips, and the mischievous look to her eyes, "I'm sure you could find ways to entertain me," she insisted, before pulling him down to her.
"I could try," he agreed, letting his lips crash back onto hers, lowering himself onto her, careful not to crush her, she seemed so delicate to him. The way her fingers traced over him ever so gently, sending shivers though his body, which resonated low in his gut, the way her kisses could be so gentle even when she was in the throes of passion, almost as if she never wanted to push him too much. The sounds she made could be so sweet and quiet even in the height of arousal, and he wondered sometimes how she could be so innocent in her seduction, and yet yell like a warrior in Glee at anyone who dared to disagree with her.
He closed his eyes and gave into his feelings, enjoying her soft moist lips which met his own, and the way they kept time with her hips, which moved slowly but noticeably against his own. The kiss was passionate but not frenzied, they were taking their time, and it felt so different, to know that here they wouldn't be disrupted or distracted and they could stay like this for the next hour and a half and no one would be the wiser. He let one of his hands drift down the side of her body, enticing a mewling sound from somewhere in the back of her throat as it ran over the side of her breast and her pelvis heaved up against him again, this time pausing in its raised position, as if seeking more pressure. If that what she wanted she'd get it. He ran his tongue across her teeth, letting it slid within as she opened her mouth for him, before using his hand to push her hips back down onto the bed before sliding his hand up underneath her skirt.
Bypassing the good stuff, he hooked a finger into the top of her stockings giving a bit of a tug in an effort to get them out of the way, and just when he expected her to lift her hips to help him, he instead found her hand pushing at his chest. He broke away and looked down at her, startled when he found a look of panic instead of pleasure on her face. He pushed himself up off of her fast and was kneeling above her within moments, this wasn't how this was supposed to go, she wasn't supposed to look scared, she was supposed to want this, she does want this, he tried to convince himself.
She looked up at him apologetically, reaching towards him in an effort to reconnect, physically, but he just moved further away, worry etched into his features, "I thought that's what you wanted, I'm sorry…" he trailed off, not even sure what to say. How had everything changed so quickly?
"It is" she exclaimed, and bolted upright so she was sitting in front of him, but the sentiment didn't quite reach her eyes, and she realised it as fast as he did. "I mean," she paused, looking unsure, "I think it is," she insisted, "it's just that, before this, I've never," and she trailed off again, not knowing how to finish that sentence, but the point was well and truly conveyed.
He chastised himself internally, of course she's never had sex, he thought, she's sixteen years old, she's just a kid, and he rolled his eyes at his own inability to have seen this coming.
She seemed to read his mind though and she kneeled up in front of him, trying to make herself level with him, "I do want this," she whispered, letting her hands ghost their way across his cheeks, and she seemed to mean it more. "I want you, you and me, but I think I got ahead of myself," she explained, having realised only in the moment that she wasn't quite ready for a step that big.
As she chewed on her lip, looking up at his face she looked almost embarrassed, and even though he feel like an ass for not having been more careful with her, he took solace in the fact that at least she wasn't freaking out about the whole situation. "Its fine," he assured her, smiling for a moment before climbing off the bed and pulling her with him, "come have lunch," he explained as he went.
He could feel her hesitating behind him as he reached the door, so he stopped and turned to look at her, her face was still covered in worry, and she looked back at the now mussed up bed "are you sure?" she asked, but her tone made the question sound more like 'are you mad?'
He hated seeing her like that, so he did what felt natural, he wrapped his arms around her waist, and lifted her so their faces were in line, and leaned in and kissed her, making sure that when he broke away there was a big smile on his face, "I'm sure, come have lunch," he insisted as he put her back down, and he was beyond glad to see that the look of worry had dissolved, and turned back into her mega smile, the one he loved, and just like that, he felt at ease again.
Lunch ended up being nice, not awkward like either of them had imagined, he'd busied himself making sandwiches whilst she perused his bookshelf, finding plenty of shared interests among the titles he owned. When they'd finished eating, the conversation had carried on without effort and he'd been lucky that he actually remembered to check the time before they were late. He shepherded her out to the car, and he was glad that she seemed to at ease with the situation, thankful that the 'false start' hadn't stressed her out, or made her permanently uncomfortable. He pulled over a block of two away from the school, in front of an empty park so that no one would peer out their windows and spot them. "Thank you for lunch," he whispered as he leaned over and caught her lips in a quick kiss.
"But you made lunch, so I should be thanking you, not the other way around," she informed him in her friendliest 'bossy' tone.
"Well, then I'm thanking you for the company," he corrected himself.
"It was nice," she smiled and agreed.
"It was wonderful" he insisted as he stroked her cheek, enjoying the look of appreciation his comment and actions elicited. "I should drop you back at school," he pointed out regretfully, not wanting her to be late and arouse suspicion. She nodded and he started the car back up, pulling into the school car park moments later.
She thanked him, for what had ended up being a very nice afternoon, before climbing out of the car and watching him drive away with a dreamy smile on her face, waving half heartedly as his car disappeared out of the gates. She made a move towards her car at the other end of the parking lot, head in the clouds, heart singing, when she heard footsteps behind her, she froze, he mind racing; 'who was it? what did they see? Did they realise who she was with? What would they surmise?'
"Were you with Mr. Shue that whole time?" the question was loaded and laced with innuendo, topped off with a sizable dose of contempt.
Rachel turned to face her captor, "Quinn? What are you doing here?"…
CLIFFHANGER…. BOM BOM BOM … please review and let me know what you think, there's almost no chance I'll update unless I think people want me to! I'm lousy with inspiration!