The full moon's glow filtered down through the bare windowpane, cutting through the darkness and causing an ethereal glow to fall across the darkened bedroom. Staying true to the restlessness that came with the full moon, a figure lay wide awake and strewn across the queen sized bed that occupied the middle of the master bedroom, their pale skin illuminated by the moon's light.
As strong legs kicked out in restlessness, the black satin sheet that was haphazardly covering the body fell away, tangling at the end of the bed and revealing naked creamy skin. Cool air met the soft looking skin, resulting in small goosebumps to litter her body.
It had been a long day, she'd gotten through teaching on minimal hours of sleep, had papers to grade and her nightly run had taken it out of her, but Quinn just couldn't sleep. Her muscles ached and her eyelids were heavy, but her mind was racing with thoughts that wouldn't tire.
With a large exhale, she forced her eyes closed and tried to calm her thoughts. It was almost eerily silent, Quinn noted, as she took in the silence around her. She'd been so accustomed to the having a roommate at Yale and being surrounded by noise that it felt odd to be alone and in a room so silent. The streets of Ohio were asleep at this time, her apartment was empty and her bed felt too big. It felt wrong.
It was at times like these that she craved the contact of another. She yearned to simply hold someone and revel in the feel of a warm body pressed against her own when the loneliness crept up on her. Not for the sexual purpose that followed, but the comfort the closeness inspired.
As her thoughts steered down that path, she could almost feel the pressure of a petite body curling into her side as her imagination ran wild. She could feel a face tucked under her chin, nuzzling into her collarbone and placing full soft lips at the base of her throat. With a small sigh rushing from her lips at the picture appearing behind her eyelids, a small smile tugged at her lips. She could easily see herself running her long fingers through the silky brunette locks that splayed around them, tangling her fingers in it earning a noise of contentment to sound from the lips at her neck. She could feel herself trailing her hand from the locks and meeting the smooth golden tan skin of the beauty beside her, her fingers gliding down a toned bicep and caressing the enticingly curvy waist.
She knew whom she was imagining, having had not been able to get the girl off her mind for days it was no surprise that she was featured in her day dreams. She knew it was wrong, thinking of her student this way. Having confronting and unacceptable feelings for the girl was one thing, but giving into to temptation and picturing her naked body pressed against her own was another. She couldn't help it though; as much as she tried she could not for the life of her force the feeling of soft lips lightly sucking on her neck or the curve of a full breast pressing into her side from her mind. It felt so real, she could even imagine the warmth of the girl's body engulfing her own and she couldn't think of anything else. She didn't want to think of anything else.
Her imagination spiraled down a dangerous path as she could feel the swipe of a hot tongue on her neck. The sensations that ran down her body at the thought set her skin alight and a hot current of arousal jolted south as a result. Even though only moments ago she simply craved the contact of another, in seconds that need was thrown out the window as arousal coursed through her veins. Ever since she'd seen the girl, her hormones had been had been all over the place, the biggest and most unfamiliar change being that she was now as constantly aroused as a teenage boy.
As she pictured a small and dainty hand rest just below her sternum, her own hand twitched with restlessness that had nothing to do with sleep deprivation. She could feel herself becoming semi hard at her surprisingly vivid imagination, with the thought of the brunette urging her hand to seek out the source of her arousal. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that if she succumbed to pleasuring herself at the thought of the girl, she'd be crossing a line. She'd be hurtling past innocent daydreams right into dangerous territory. It would solidify the fact that her perverted feelings were real, that she actually was sexually attracted to her student.
The warning in her head, although present, felt like it was losing strength as want-trumped reason. With the conjured lips making their way up her neck, she felt like she was possessed with arousal. She couldn't deny her body the release it was screaming out for, and as her hand clenched in a tight fist before snaking downwards, the red alerts in her head disappeared into the background. As she usually slept naked, with tonight being no exception, there was no need to struggle to get past any clothing. Quinn's hand, as if it had a mind of her own, freely trailed its way down her body and came to rest at her crotch. Wrapping her hand around the ever-hardening shaft, Quinn's eyes fluttered shut and a sigh left her lips as delicious pleasure washed over her at the contact. Having never really delved into the act of masturbation, it was entirely unfamiliar as she gripped herself with the intent of getting off, but on the other hand it felt surprisingly natural and just so good. Feeling herself harden completely in her hand, Quinn's mind took on a filthy tone as once again she imagined of the girl's soft curves, full breasts and spread le-
The sound of an amused chuckle breathed into her ear and broke the silence of the room, making her heart skip and her muscles tense. Up until that point her imagination had created images and sensations that went far beyond her capabilities, but the laugh that was just omitted was not her minds doing. She'd heard the same chuckle hours earlier in an empty classroom as she handed the girl back her quiz and as the same stunning sound met her ears moments before, Quinn couldn't detect a difference. It was lively and entirely tangible and she could even feel the girl's breath hit her ear as it sounded. Squeezing her eyes shut even tighter, Quinn tried to shut everything out. She was going mad with sleep deprivation, obviously, and that's why she was hearing things. That's the only explanation.
"You just can't help yourself, can you baby?" A melodic voice breathed into her ear, amusement coloring their tone and causing Quinn to freeze completely and her eyes to snap open in confusion.
As soon as she opened her eyes, it was as if she had been thrust into the dreamland she'd conjured only moments earlier. Looking down, a golden tan body was pressed into her own, every inch of their front connecting with her side. With her pale arm resting around the girl's shoulders, Quinn was pulling the petite frame close to her own, not an inch of space between them. Long brunette locks cascaded down the girl's shoulders and fell on the satin sheets around them. It was the very picture of her daydream except for the fact that the girl she held in her arms was not imaginary she was entirely real. At that realization, a strange feeling blanketed Quinn's thoughts. Her brain had initially attempted to reason that the girl in her arms couldn't be real because people don't just conjure out of thin air, but a foggy haze settled over her thoughts, thieving her of her logic and tricking her into accepting what was happening around her.
Feeling another soft kiss being placed on her neck, Quinn watched as the head that was currently buried in her collarbone, pull back slowly. As the face became clear, Quinn was met with breath taking chocolate orbs that were swimming with lust and amusement and full pair of red lips that were pulled into a teasing smirk. "I haven't even touched you yet and already you've resorted to humping your hand. Desperate much?" She taunted, smirking at her before gesturing down to where Quinn was grasping her now fully erect member.
Looking down at herself, Quinn knew that the situation called for an immediate freak out. She was completely naked with her secret on full display, all of insecurities laid bare. Normally, if faced with this situation, Quinn would be scrambling to cover up her exposed self and uttering out the first explanation that came to mind to cover up her condition. She'd be mortified and her face would most likely be a shade of purple. But yet, here she was, gripping herself and on full display and she felt completely comfortable. Her hazy mind couldn't even register any concern for her current state.
Dragging her gaze away from Quinn's throbbing member, the brunette focused her attention back on Quinn's face. Watching the young girl, Quinn sucked in a nervous breath as she watched a small hand move from the side of the bed and onto her tensed abdomen. Feeling the girl's fingertips trail teasingly upwards, Quinn let out a small whine. "Is Miss Fabray horny?" Biting her lip, Quinn nodded her head furiously as she watched the small hand work it's way up to her left breast, her feather light touch avoiding the pebbled nipple that was begging for attention. By now her body was thrumming with arousal, in only a short amount of time the girl beside her had rendered her desperate and made her skin ache to be touched. It was ridiculous how much her body craved the other girl's touch, how much she longed to come undone at the mercy of her body.
"Do you want me to help you with that?" The brunette questioned with an innocent tone. Arching slightly, Quinn stared up at the girl above her with pleading eyes. Feeling all sense of shame evaporate within her, the blonde nodded her head once again, silently begging to be touched. Continuing to trail her fingers around her pale breast, the girl above her smirked down at her. Letting out another small whine, Quinn thrust her chest upwards and further into the small hand. Chuckling once more at her eagerness to be touched, the brunette moved her fingers to the pebbled nipple, twisting it between her fingertips and giving it a small pinch causing the blonde's frame to jerk upwards. Sparks shot throughout her body wherever teasing hands touched making her eyelids flutter closed at the sensations.
After a few moments, the brunette pulled away from her side and sat back onto her knees. Snapping her eyes open in disappointment, Quinn leveled the girl with a petulant look that only made her smirk widen. Not staying stationary for long, the golden tan frame crawled up her body beginning at her feet, throwing a tan leg around her waist and ending up straddling the blonde's stomach.
Looking up the beauty on top of her, Quinn stared in awe. With her eyes trailing up the naked abdomen, she hungrily sought out the smooth expanse of naturally tan skin. Being just as naked as herself, the brunette's abdomen was exposed and on full display for Quinn's gaze. Unable to restrain her curious limbs, Quinn's lifted her hands to the girl's waist, feeling the soft skin underneath her fingertips before moving up to cup full and perky breasts, causing a small moan to slip from full lips.
Dragging her eyes away from the glorious body in front of her, Quinn flicked her gaze upwards at the noise. Lust filled orbs were staring back at her, focusing on her face with a want that made her ache all over. Without breaking eye contact, the brunette lifted her hands to Quinn's wrists and pulled her palms from her breasts and down to her waist. Lowering herself down so her face was only millimeters from Quinn's, the blonde watched in anticipation as the other girl licked her lips before crashing them to her own.
It wasn't a tentative kiss, nor was it chaste. It was passionate and needy and entirely wild. The brunette's lips attacked her own with such ferocity that stole her breath from her lungs and made her knees weak. Without hesitance, Quinn felt blunt teeth bite down on her bottom lip making her gasp and effectively allowing a hot tongue to force its way into her mouth resulting in a moan resounding from her throat as the fought for dominance. It was hot and desperate and it made her whole body thrum with arousal. She was so turned on simply from kissing that she couldn't stop her hips from undulating pathetically.
Breaking the kiss, full lips pecked her own before another amused chuckle sounded from the brunette. Pulling back slightly, teasing eyes stared back at her. "Look at you; rolling your hips to seek any kind of release." Laughing again, the brunette lowered her hands to the bed either side of Quinn's face. "What do you think the students that you teach would say if they saw you like this, hmm? If they saw you hard as a rock and whining desperately for me to make you come?"
With her eyes rolling back in her head at the brunette's words, Quinn humped her hips once more, seeking friction but meeting nothing but air. "Do you think they'd be shocked to see the beautiful Miss Fabray so exposed and utterly desperate?" The girl taunted, making Quinn squirm. Her degrading words, although making her feel filthy, just made her crave the other girl that much more.
Leaning her face down to the pale collarbone beneath her, the brunette licked a hot stripe up the column of the blonde's neck making her shudder before moving upwards. Full lips were only millimeters away from her ear, her breath hitting her skin in small pants. "I wonder if they'd be equally as shocked to find me with my legs spread and absolutely dripping for your cock."
As the girl on top of her breathed out the words into her ear, small hips dropped down and a hot center met her stomach. In conjunction with her words, an abundance of wetness smeared across her twitching abs as the brunette grinded down on her. With a feral growl ripping from her throat at the feeling of a warm, wet pussy pressing against her, Quinn grasped curvy hips and grinded them against her stomach, gasping at the feeling.
With a few more hurried thrusts against her, the brunette moaned before lifting her hips up and hovering over her straining member. With half lidded eyes, chocolate orbs stared back at her lustfully as a small hand shot down to the abundance of wetness between her legs. Running her fingers through her folds teasingly, the brunette gathered the moisture she found there before wrapping her hand around Quinn's shaft. As soon as the fist came into contact with her, the blonde's eyes scrunched shut and a moan sounded from her throat. The feeling of the brunette's hand wrapped around her, moving up and down her shaft and lubricating it was indescribable.
Moaning as the small hand pleasured her, Quinn cracked her eyes open to watch the brunette give her a few more pumps of her hand before bringing her still glistening fingers up and sucking them into her mouth. Grasping her hips with a tight squeeze, Quinn body surged at the action. The girl on top of her was insatiable and she would never get enough of her.
Grasping her member, the goddess on top of her ran the tip of her straining erection along her folds. Biting her lip roughly, the girl uttered out, "How badly do you want to be inside?"
With a shuddering breath, she begged, "P-please…".
"Fucking pervert." The girl taunted with a smirk before positioning the tip at her slit. Ever so slowly, the brunette impaled herself. As the swollen head of her cock began to push into the dripping opening, explosions erupted behind her eyes. Inch by inch of her thick member disappeared into the girl on top of her and she felt delirious with pleasure as hot and tight walls gripped her deliciously.
As soon as the brunette was filled to the hilt, she paused momentarily as she let herself adjust to Quinn's length, before she rose up and almost completely off of her shaft, her tight walls squeezing the throbbing head before slamming back down and making them both cry out.
As she continued the motion of rising up and down on the blonde, the brunette leaned down and desperately whimpered into a flushed ear. "Say my name…" With a particularly rough thrust, she shakily breathed against her ear once more. "I want to hear you say it as I ride you."
As she continued to thrust upwards into the tight passage, Quinn uttered out with a needy broken gasp, "Rache-
Quinn shot up from a sleeping position and a strangled gasp tore from her throat, as she was jolted from her dreams and back into reality. Lifting a trembling hand to her forehead, she smoothed back the damp tendrils that clung to her head and tried to calm her shallow breathing and rapid heart beat.
It wasn't a spontaneous occurrence this time, dreaming of Rachel. In fact, she'd had her first dream about the girl four nights ago, starting with the girl's face flickering behind her eyelids to last night, which involved shy flirting, small touches and a lot of teasing. But it wasn't anything like the dream that was still currently flashing behind her eyelids; they were not nearly as sexual. Yes, the sex was definitely a new occurrence and it was entirely shocking for the blonde.
Her chest was heaving, her heart was pumping frantically and as her mind cleared slightly, she could feel a throbbing ache down in the area that was causing a tent in the sheet that covered her. Groaning in exasperation, Quinn lifted the sheet to find a straining erection staring back at her. Jesus fucking Christ.
Letting the sheet fall back around her waist, Quinn looked to the clock at the side of her bed. It read 4:57am, a time that only two weeks ago would have inspired an incredulous grunt to sound from her throat and a smashed alarm clock. The past few days however has found her unable to sleep, and when she has been able to, a certain brunette had featured in her dreams and she'd woken up before five each morning. Just yesterday her fitful nights had resulted in her falling asleep at her desk, once again dreaming of her and resulting in her being late for class.
She was frustrated and exhausted and the sudden attraction she found herself having for the girl left her at war with herself and the most recent dream did not help her in the slightest. It was so real, she could still see flashes of it behind her eyes and it made her yearn even more for the girl. Everything about the dream played on her needs, from the perfect way the brunette fit against her, the feel of her body pressed against her own, the teasing, the deliciously hot and wet center that gripped her di-
Ah! With a small shudder wracking her body at the thought, Quinn quickly jumped from the bed and scrambled to her feet. Her body was trembling with arousal and it collectively channeled into her throbbing member, making it stand proudly away from her body, the tip gleaming with moisture.
Glaring at it petulantly, she sighed in frustration, already knowing there was no way she'd be able to get back to sleep. She was too wired, her thoughts running a million miles and an hour and her body was screaming at her for release. Ignoring the twitching in her hand telling her to wrap around her shaft, Quinn abandoned the idea of any sort of rest before heading into her en suite. She needed a shower, an ice cold shower at that.
The school day passed relatively quickly for Quinn with no confusing incidents occurring whatsoever. She was feeling quite good, despite the manic nature of her emotions recently, she was settling in as a teacher at McKinley extremely well and she was genuinely loving every minute of it. It was a rewarding feeling.
As the school day had sounded only twenty minutes previous signaling the end of her last class, Quinn was currently floating around the room she was residing in, going about packing up her things and getting ready to head home. A smile graced her lips as she thought back over her last lesson, some of the students got into an argument of an analytic interpretation of 'If You Forget Me' by Pablo Neruda. Although she had to cease the discussion in the end because it was getting a little heated, the joy that rose within at their passion was overwhelming.
After packing up, Quinn walked over to the black board and began wiping off the instructions she'd written for the class. As she absentmindedly dusted the board, she couldn't help the song that fell from her lips. Along with books and poems, music was also a major part of Quinn's life. She grew up listening to a variety of genres and although she didn't think she had a particularly nice singing voice, it didn't stop her from singing when the urge struck.
As she reached the last verse of Billie Holiday's 'God Bless the Child', movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention. A handsome man with overly styled curly hair was standing in the doorway of the classroom, staring at her with a smile on his face. Slowing down her dusting, her movements eventually came to a stop as she placed the duster back on the chalk rack and turned to face the man.
"Hi," the curly haired man said, stepping away from his position at the door and began walking towards her. "We haven't met yet, I'm Will Shuester." He offered with a smile, thrusting out his hand in greeting.
"Quinn Fabray." She returned with a smile and shook the man's hand. She wasn't sure
"Oh, I know your name. We don't get many new teachers here at McKinley, you're kind of big news at the moment." He chuckled, causing the skin around his eyes to crinkle at the action. "Anyway Quinn, I didn't mean to intrude, I was just popping in to see if there was a spare white board marker in here and I couldn't help but overhear you singing."
The realization dawned on her that he'd caught her singing and a blush rose up her neck and painted her cheeks. Shuffling awkwardly, she uttered out, "Oh r-right, I was just cleaning the board and I wasn't really paying much attention as I was going. I'm sorry, I didn't disturb you did I?"
Eyes widening slightly, Will shook his head quickly, "No, not at all. Quite the contrary actually. You have a lovely voice, Quinn."
With her cheeks reddening at the compliment, Quinn huffed out an awkward laugh. "Uhh, yeah I'm sure my shower would beg to differ."
Letting out a hearty chuckle, the friendly man shook his head once more. "I'm being serious. Hey, listen- I run the glee club here at McKinley, you should come by and watch the kids rehearse. You could come a long and give them some tips, even help mentor with me if you wanted to."
Stunned by the offer, Quinn nodded her head dumbly. "Yeah sure, I'll definitely think about it."
Clapping his hands together and grinning once more, Will responded excitedly. "That's great to hear. I've got rehearsals in about 10 minutes so I've got to run, but we practice after school on Tuesdays and Fridays, and some lunchtimes also. You should definitely consider stopping by sometime." And with another friendly grin aimed her way, Will strode out of the room in a hurry.
After shaking off the initial surprise brought on by the curly haired man's abrupt appearance and proposal; Quinn resumed cleaning the blackboard. She wasn't sure what to think of Will Shuester. He caught her by surprise, but he seemed nice enough. He had a smiling face and his intentions appeared to be genuine. Chuckling to herself quietly, Quinn couldn't help but appreciate his enthusiasm for the Glee club.
For now, she wasn't entirely sure whether she'd actually take him up on his offer, but she'd at least think about it.
After finishing packing up, Quinn locked up the classroom only minutes after Will left. Not having any appointments or meetings to attend to, Quinn turned and leisurely walked down the hall. Although the day had gone by relatively quickly, as each hour passed Quinn could feel the lack of sleep taking its toll, with the full effects hitting her as the school day ended. As she made her way towards the front entrance, Quinn sighed in exhaustion. All she felt like doing was heading home, flopping down on her bed and sleeping the night away. She knew sleep wouldn't come that easily for her so instead she planned on spending the night catching up with some friends from high school to take her mind off of everything. Hopefully then she'd be able to come home, pass out and not dream of impossibly long legs wrapped around her waist while sh-
Just as the blonde turned the corner, her train of thought flew out of her head as she was knocked backwards. Having been oblivious to her surroundings, Quinn was caught unaware as she turned the corner and was met head on with a barreling frame, causing her to fall flat on her back with an audible 'oof'. As the blonde had been walking at a snail pace, the speed at which the other person was travelling at not only knocked the blonde over, but caused the other unfortunate participant to go hurtling forward with a muffled scream and to land square on top of the blonde, effectively stealing the air out of her lungs rendering her momentarily stunned.
After gasping for breath, Quinn let out a loud groan. Her head was spinning slightly and the sensation of being winded had yet to pass. She clenched her eyes shut as she tried to shake the feeling, cursing the other person for practically running head first into her. Judging from the impact, Quinn assumed the other person had been running around the corner, sprinting even, and the urge to growl, "No running in the hallways!" at them rose within in her.
Quinn felt the body above her shift and a pained groan leave their lips, which made Quinn smirk internally. She knew it was vindictive, but she'd just been slammed backwards by the person on top of her and she was glad she wasn't the only one suffering the pain of it. Although, she wasn't sure how the other person was hurt from the fall. Quinn's body cushioned the person's impact, shielding the small frame from any harm.
The body on top of her shifted once more, earning a surprised squeak to fall from Quinn's lips. Any dizziness or pain she'd felt from the fall faded away as Quinn became acutely aware of the body on top of her and where they were pressing. As the other person shifted, they positioned themselves their hips directly over her crotch, and although Quinn had compression shorts on, it wouldn't stop the other person from being able to feel the bulge there.
With a rush of panic coursing through her, Quinn snapped her eyes open and attempted to get up but froze as she made eye contact with the person above her. Darkened chocolate eyes stared back at her and her heart jumped at the realization. Rachel had been the one that had ran into her and was now lying on top of her, her small frame pressing deliciously into her own and her face was only centimeters away.
Sucking in a hurried breath, Quinn was immobilized by the intense eyes that were boring into her own. Rachel was looking down at her, searching her face with her full bottom lip sucked in between her teeth. Quinn stared straight back into the girl's eyes, her breath catching as she noted the enlarged pupils that invaded the usual brown of her eyes. Quinn's heart jumped erratically at the look on Rachel's face, it was curious and thoughtful, but it had an underlying wildness to it and it made Quinn's head spin.
As Rachel released her worried bottom lip, Quinn's eyes flicked down to the soft pillows. They looked slightly swollen and were such a delicious shade of red and Quinn had the strongest urge to lean up and capture them with her own. It was maddening.
Biting her lip hard to stop herself from attacking the girl then and there, Quinn flicked her eyes back up to Rachel's only to find the other girl staring down at her lips. Their close proximity was driving the blonde crazy, and as Rachel shifted slightly, she could feel the stirrings of arousal deep in her loins. The way the girl was pressing against her combined with Rachel's intense gaze and her enticing lips was more than enough to set Quinn on fire, and embarrassingly enough, she could feel herself start to get hard.
Panicking at the realization, Quinn cleared her throat gaining the attention of the girl above her. Rachel's eyes dragged from the blonde's lips and up to hazel eyes, brown orbs widening in shock as she snapped out her trance.
One-minute warm heat was pressed against her, and the next Rachel was scrambling to get up, uttering apologies along the way. Offering her hand out to Quinn, Rachel helped the blonde up and off the floor and hurried to pick up their scattered belongings.
"I apologize profusely, Miss Fabray." Rachel rushed out as they gathered sheet music and paperwork off of the floor. "I got held up conversing with Coach Sylvester because she wished to discuss the idea of planting hundreds of poisonous centipedes into the lockers of freshman Cheerios as part if their initiation and then I realized I was late for glee club, and even though Mr Shue is chronically late himself, he despises when his students arrive at a-
"Rachel, it's okay, I understand." Quinn cut in, her cheeks blossoming with red splotches as she moved her folder of schoolwork to cover her crotch.
"Still, I shouldn't have been travelling at such a speed. I practically bowled you over." Ducking her head, Rachel smiled shyly and took a step closer. "And completely invaded your personal space by laying all over you."
Shuffling on the spot, Quinn gulped loudly. As she desperately tried to think of dead kittens to rid herself of her semi hard on, Quinn failed miserably as she let her eyes wonder. Due to the fall, Rachel's hair was mussed and her cheeks were flushed and the image caused vivid flashes of sex-dream Rachel to enter her head, resulting in a flood of arousal to course through her. Fucking teenage boy!
Stepping closer, Rachel stared up at Quinn with a confused frown on her face. "Are you okay, Miss Fabray? You look extremely flushed." The brunette asked in concern.
"Y-yeah, I haven't been feeling too well. P-probably just getting a bug." Quinn stuttered out, her voice breaking pitifully.
Frown deepening, Rachel stepped closer and without warning pressed a small hand to Quinn's hot cheek. Feeling over stimulated and embarrassingly aroused, Quinn had to bite her lip to not moan at the contact. Rachel caressed her cheek gently, before trailing down to her exposed neck and splaying her hand there.
"You certainly are quite warm." Rachel said, pulling her hand back and clucking her tongue. "You should go home and rest up, wouldn't want you getting sick." The brunette concluded.
If Quinn wasn't too busy looking anywhere but the young girl, she'd have seen the smirk pull at full lips and mirth dance behind scheming eyes.
Clearing her throat awkwardly, Quinn mumbled, "Y-yeah, I think I just need a good nights sleep." Dragging her eyes to the brunette, Quinn forced a smile. "Anyway, I've got to be going. If Mr. Shuester calls you out for being late, just tell him you were giving me a hand- I mean, uh, that I needed to speak to you or something."
Letting out a chuckle, Rachel smiled up at her with a faux innocent expression. "Thanks Miss Fabray, I'll see you around."
Brushing against the blonde on the way past, Quinn watched the brunette walk away with swaying hips and sighed.
That girl will be the death of me.
So there you have it, no real sex yet but there's plenty of dream sex! Which Aly Berry and babyblue2198 already guessed :) Anyway, leave me some feedback about this one, I'd love to hear your opinions on this chapter, what you think about the development of Quinn and Rachel and more importantly, was it hot or was it just not? ;)