AN- Sorry for the delay in updates i just got a job so i have been rather busy getting into a routine with that. I did have a bit of time to write and came up with this, although maybe not as long as others as i have too many ideas that i'll end up writing all night-which while i would love i can't. So yeah anyway, here's the next chapter. And thank you a thousand times again to anyone still reading. :)
Rachel gathers any self control she has left, pushing Quinn away from her, missing the contact immediately. She's met with dark eyes and a panting chest.
"Too much?"
"Too public."
The blonde nods in agreement, pushing strands of hair out of her face as she watches Rachel straighten out her skirt. The mere action is innocent, but to Quinn it's a reminder that she was the reason the skirt needed fixing in the first place. Her line of sight continues to focus on Rachel, following the smaller girl as she makes her way to the sink.
She clasps the sink with both hands bending forward slightly in order to get a better look at her flushed face.
"Why do you always have to be so,"
"So what?" Rachel interjects,
"sexy."
Quinn witnesses the slight hitch in her breathing. The slow closing of eyes. She knows Rachel is trying to stop herself from turning round and moving to Quinn. She can't help but smirk slightly at the realisation, it's exhilarating. She can't let this moment pass. As much as she knows that Rachel wants to throw caution to the wind she won't, it's up to her.
Her eyes are still closed. Her grip on the sink has become a little tighter. Sexy. No one had ever called her that before. Finn always referred to her as hot or regretfully banging. So yes her grip became tighter. She had to stop herself somehow. Just breath, Count back from ten. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5.
She only makes it to five before she feels gentle hands pulling her hair away revealing the back of her neck. Quinn moves her arms to embrace the singer's torso, ghosting her lips along the length of her neck before planting a kiss on her exposed shoulder. She can feel Rachel's heartbeat increase against her forearm. She smiles into another kiss as she makes her way to the nape of her neck, sucking lightly. A moan slips through closed lips.
"Santana don't we have Biology now?"
"Yes, but we are going to have carry out our own practical instead."
Both girls laugh, as they begin to jog, pinkies intertwined, through the hall ways. They need to make themselves scarce before a teacher catches them. The bathroom next to the library had a door stop, which they always used to attain some sort of privacy. They stumble through the bathroom doors, hands already tentatively placed on hips to find a not so empty bathroom.
Luckily for the Rachel and Quinn the girls weren't exactly quiet upon entering and where too engrossed in each other, that they failed to notice them rather unskilfully detaching from one another. Leaving them on opposite sides of the bathroom, caught for air and wide eyed.
"What are you two doing in here?"
"What are you?" Rachel asks the glaring cheerio.
"We were going to carry out a practical," Brittany responds casually, causing the three other girls to look at her in disbelief.
"Britts!"
"What? That is what you said right?"
Quinn can't help the snicker that erupts from her mouth. It was completely unintentional and regretted immediately as Santana's face turns from Brittany to her.
"And what are you laughing at?"
"I. I'm not."
"What are you really doing in here? You both look a little flustered. Berry ringing your Belle? She been taking a few strokes up B-Lake"
"Santana! You think you are being smart, but in reality it's just vulgar and crude. Is there really a need to go all lima heights."
"Do you really want to me to focus on you hobbit?" She takes a couple of steps in Rachel's direction.
During which two things happen. One is Quinn stepping in to prevent her getting any closer to the now cowering Rachel, and two Brittany linking her fingers with Santana's. Causing a remarkable change in her demeanour, even allowing a smile to grace her once grimaced face.
"Come on San. We can find another bathroom."
"We were just leaving anyway. Come on Rachel," She guides the smaller girl as far away from Santana as possible before they vacate the very over crowded room.
"Thank you for that,"
"For what?"
"I saw you move to protect me. Very noble of you," she half laughs reaching for Quinn's hands, "Really though thank you. No one has ever stuck up for me the way you do."
From behind the closed door they hear Brittany,
"I want to ring the bell."
"It's not that kind of bell Britts."
Both girls laugh loudly just as the school bell rings, causing their laughter to become more uncontrollable, drawing attention from passing students. The stares should have bothered them but they were too busy enjoying the sound of the other ones carefree laughter. It was the first time since they had met that both of them hadn't any worries on their minds.
She never could quite grasp why people hid who they where, or acted differently around other people. She first noticed it when she was five years old. Her parents had been arguing, about what she can't remember. She likes to pretend that it was about who loved her most, but again that's just pretending. She listened from her pink bedroom, but as soon as she heard a car drive up to the house the shouting stop. And when she heard a knock at the door she jumped from her bed and stampeded towards the new voices she heard. It was thanksgiving, which meant food and family.
She had just listened to her parents argue over who loved her the most for over an hour, and yet when she laid eyes on them from the top of the stairs they had arms around each other, smiling. Telling the just arrived family members that they have been busy all morning with food. They were lying. She never understood why.
And she still doesn't.
She doesn't understand why Santana only wants to kiss her when no one else is there. Or why when she and Santana walked in on Belle and Rachel in the bathroom they felt the need to pretend to be doing nothing.
She was never one to hide. People called her stupid a lot because of that fact. In reality she just never lost the childlike innocence and the illogical statements that came along with it.
"Lord Tubbington keeps leaving the toilet seat up."
"Brittany do you hear the things that come out of your mouth?" Puck asks sharply
"Yeah. Can you not?"
Mercedes shakes her head at a loss for words, Puck should know better than to question Brittany with that tone especially in front of Santana.
"Oi, Watch the attitude or i'll Puck you up, got it?"
"Sorry." The apology is simple and sincere, he hadn't meant to ask in such an inconsiderate manner-but he had been distracted.
Rachel and Quinn are sitting together in the back row, not the front like Rachel normally would. This gets Puck's attention. For a few reasons. He was still thinking about the kiss that had happened between himself and Quinn, and how he knows there is no chance for him. With either girl. He's hurt. Quinn was the girl from his past that he never had a chance with, and now Rachel was the girl of the present.
His downer mood had made him snap at Brittany, which in turn made him more upset. Brittany was always there for him. Not many knew that of course, he didn't want to be seen as the guy who needed someone, but for him that someone was Brittany. With all the bullying that had happened to him, he wanted revenge. He never targeted the ones who targeted him though, always the weaker ones.
Once when he was stealing a juniors lunch money Brittany appeared out of nowhere and simple said,
"If you needed money you could have just asked me."
It made him feel guilty. He hadn't bullied anyone since and he owed that to Brittany.
Brittany's not wounded by the harshness in Puck's comment, she can see he's hurting. She doesn't understand why until she hears two girls giggling from the back row which causes a further scowl to work its way on to Puck's face.
People like to think Brittany is stupid, but she's not. She reads people. People don't always like to be read, so she tries her best to not aggravate anyone. But Belle and Rachel are hiding. And Puck is pretending that he is fine. She knows something has to be done; she's just not sure what.
She knows she can't really depend on Santana to help with the happiness of others. Yes Santana when it came down to it would defend her friends, and even if she never said it that was the Glee club, but even Brittany's puppy dog eyes wouldn't get Santana to agree to help.
She needed someone else. Sam.