Well well well. As you can see this cute little one shot has taken on a life of its own today. And it would appear the writing melancholy may have left me as I appear to be attempting to write another chapter while kids are occupied making masks and puppets because schools are off for Easter.
Anyway I hope you like the tone of the piece.
Its fluff not Hardy and I make no apologise for writing what I like to escape into myself.
However if you have constructive stuff on your mind about grammar, structure etc then feel free to let me know. I can't guarantee I will take the advice but I will definitely pay attention to it.
And yeah I still don't own Glee or Faberry. Something so beautiful truly belongs to everyone anyway.
Hope you enjoy x
Chapter 2
'What the hell was that' thought Rachel as she got off the phone to Quinn. Maybe I'm imagining the flirty undertones to Quinn's behavior and words. Scratching her head, slightly perplexed she went back into the auditorium to continue with rehearsals.
She was playing lead in an experimental peace penned by one of the younger college professors. No singing but a lot of meaty angst about self abuse and alcoholism. Not many people would appreciate that Rachel Berry embraced the dark stuff too. Yes externally she was all fluff and frolic of musical theatre but there was something cathartic and inspiring about the challenge of emotions in a piece like the one she was currently doing.
Rachel arrived at her apartment 5 hours later. The rehearsals went well despite her distractions over Quinn's phone call. Seeking out a second opinion she headed towards Kurt's room.
Her best friend and room mate was putting his laundry away neatly in his dresser while dancing away to Lady Gaga blaring from his docking station.
"Kurt! Can I have a word with you?"
Rachel shouted over the strains of 'born this way'.
A startled Kurt turned round sharply after almost jumping out of his skin at the unexpected intrusion.
"Jesus Rachel! Give a guy some warning before you give him a heart attack"
Kurt exclaimed walking towards the iPod clutching his chest.
"Sorry, Sorry"
Rachel held up her hands in a surrender pose.
"I just needed to talk with you about the weird ass phone call I had with Quinny today"
"Quinny eh? Since when did big bad queen bitch cheerleader allow people to use cutesy names when addressing her?"
"Since she asked me out on a date this weekend…..kind of"
"Kind of? What the fricknfrack is kind of? I want all the details. No scrimping now. Tell Uncle Kurt all"
Kurt patted the space beside him on his bed. To further reiterate his need for information. Rachel took the seat offered and recounted the telephone conversation, in its entirety. Rachel did possess an amazing memory after all.
After retelling the entire phone conversation Kurt had deliberated and had come to a conclusion.
"Well Rachel from everything you've told me, you won't be requiring the use of my room over the weekend. I think you'll do just fine in yours honey"
Kurt smiled at his nervous best friend who seemed to be suddenly very interested by her hands in her lap.
"Dddd…do you th…think that she www….ill want to bbb..e that in..timate?"
Rachel replied shakily but reveling slightly at the prospect of sharing a bed with the super sexy blonde.
"Don't worry about it Rachel. As irresistible as you are my little blueberry muffin, I'm sure the ex-president of the celibacy club can keep her hands to herself until you're ready"
Less anxious and actually quite excited by Kurt's revelations Rachel Berry blushed at the very very intimate thoughts rushing through her mind.
"Unless of course you are ready"
Kurt surmised, raising his eyebrow.
"A few hours ago I never would have believed it if someone told me that the girl I've been lasting after for years is lusting after me too. And now not only are you telling me I might be able to have Quinn. You are also saying I might be able to h. her too"
"Take your time babe. She has waited this long, she'll wait a bit longer and just remember that she is literally a few hours away. So even if it doesn't happen this weekend. There are loads more weekends and holidays to uhm 'get together'"
"I know. I'm not sure if I uhm wanna wait Kurt. I gave my v card away to an idiot that didn't treat it very well and haven't offered myself to anyone since. And now I'm faced with the possibility of sex with Quinn, sexy, wonderful Quinn and I find my body saying yes!"
Rachel started giggling. Giggling with nerves, with joy, with excitement, with relief and deep deep down a little bit of those giggles were due to the warmth emanated from deep within her chest and rested right between her legs.
"You do what you want honey. You're a grown up with very obvious desires and feelings. You make yourself happy, 'k? Oh! And definitely no lesbian licking on my bed"
Rachel swiped at her friend just as his retreating figure was running out of his room. She made her wait to her own bedroom and flopped down on her bed, closing her eyes in the process.
The warmth was still there and was starting to get a bit pulsy and insistent. Getting up from her bed Rachel closed and locked her door and collected her vibrator from her bedside table before taking off her clothes and climbing into bed.
The bed was cooling on her warm skin, skin heated with the knowledge that she was going to fuck herself imagining it was Quinn Faberry.
She quickly reached down to feel the wetness pooled between her legs and was satisfied and a little embarrassed to know there was plenty there. Switching on the vibrator, she placed the very tip of it on her pulsating clit. Up and down strokes, teasing the clit further out of hiding and increasing the small internal muscle spasms.
Replacing the toy with her middle finger she began stroking in small circles around the bundle of nerves, almost completely rigid with need for release. Quickly she thrust the toy inside her dripping core. She took the toy tightly and with wanton need. The gasps came from the souls of her feet and loudly left her mouth.
The pace of the thrusts almost immediately increased to break neck speed as the clit work also became faster paced. The thoughts of Quinn in her cheerleader outfit practicing throws and flips, then in the showers afterwards all sweaty and salty, then soapy and sweet smelling. Maybe messing with herself. No definitely messing with herself. Using the showerhead to thrum her clit.
Rachel was coming with a force which she had never experienced before. Coming thinking about Quinn's wet, pulsating pussy.
"Quinn….Fuck…..Quinn!"
Shaking and a bit jerky, Rachel began her descent back down to earth.
"Well it's going to be an interesting weekend"
Proclaimed Rachel, placing her very wet fingers into her mouth imagining she was tasting Quinn. 'This weekend' she thought 'This weekend.