Dirty Paws

by SurrealSteamPuck

Rachel Berry was not afraid of She had to repeat this mantra to herself as she ran away as fast as her short legs could carry The elliptical had prepared her endurance, but never for speed, and even then, she felt her knees start to ache, her legs burn, and her breathe It wouldn't be long before it caught up with *AU where Rachel meets weretiger Quinn*

5. Chapter 5

Chapter 5:

Author's Note: Zomg, its been like... days since i've updated. That's because of two things. First off, I have a beta! ::kermit the frog:: YAAAAY! She is absolutely wonderful. Because of a beta, though, I am slowing down posting so she can edit and I can make any changes if necessary.

Two: I've been writing... a lot... like chapter 6 is completely done with more smut, and chapter 7 is being started, and my god, graduate school, how did you get important. Shruggs..

Anyways, thank you to all my follows and cult members, I love to see you guys and gals showing up and causing havoc. Remember your Julius Caesar my friends.

I do not own Glee. If I did, we would have probably been banned from Fox and picked up on HBO or something, given the amount of sex that would occur. I own the plot and characterizations, so go me.

As always, read and review.

Because I can-

SurrealSteamPuck(WeOffendedShadows)

November 7th:

Five days of school had passed, and Rachel had adored the majority of it. Partly because the practice for the play had been extremely successful, even with Artie's demands that she and Blaine weren't sensual enough; an opinion that changed after Sunday. He actually asked her if she had sex over the weekend, and she said no, and the look of shock brightened her day. Though Coach Beiste did slap him upside the head for such a crude suggestion.

She was a virgin, despite her sexual domination of Quinn, Sunday night. They didn't do anything else that night, partly because she felt a little embarrassed by her actions...but mostly because Quinn was tired, exhausted from anxiety of her leaving her, a thought that had never crossed her mind. They fell asleep watching "Angel", and Rachel couldn't decide which activity she loved more, sexual activity with Quinn, or just sleeping with her.

The conversation with her parents went well enough, though Quinn stared her daddy down when he kept pushing for more uncomfortable answers that even the diva was unsure she could answer. The brunette didn't flinch, and the ice queen just stared at the man, daring him to question her. In the end, her dad and daddy accepted that Rachel was old enough to make a decision and that decision was to explore her relationship with Quinn. She was hesitant to place a label on it, especially given that they had just revealed their interest in each other.

Quinn did ask, albeit shyly, in front of her parents for a date on Friday. Today. An actual date with the former HBIC.

School was interesting. On Monday, while Rachel drove them, they talked about her controlling and teasing the blonde in the bedroom. Quinn's blush bubble was going to break, she swore, but at least she was willing to talk about the fact that it would be unfair if the diva dominated her in public as well as private, and that sometimes she would have to be prepared when the tiger-self wanted to take charge. Which could happen. Rachel just smiled and cupped Quinn's pussy through her tight black jeans. It was wonderful having a not-girlfriend who had both parts, she decided, as well as one who willing to talk rational about these things. She deemed the agreement acceptable.

The week went slow, as they only really saw each other during Glee practice and a bit during the play, though Quinn wasn't required often with her small—but important, Rachel reminded herself—part. Sometimes, Rachel would see her in the hallways, the frown disappearing quickly at the sight of her, but most of the time Quinn just wasn't around, and it was beginning to get annoying. They didn't have any classes together this year, which was upsetting because Rachel would have preferred to have spent time with Quinn at least some time during school. In fact, Quinn didn't show up at lunch the entire week, having to spend time working on some AP Art project that Santana swore would make Van Gogh cry. She should have felt hurt that her not-girlfriend wasn't sharing that aspect with her, but it would be a conversation for later.

They texted each other at night, pushing the boundaries almost into sexting, but Quinn was the one who backed off, controlling the conversation so it never went too far. Rachel knew she was pushing the girl who had just accepted so much about herself, but she was horny damn it, and wanted at least her not-girlfriend to suffer the same fate until she took care of it. Something about having a cat-girl not-girlfriend was incredibly odd and exciting, and Rachel had surfed the internet Monday night after school, locking herself in her room, discarding her pants and underwear to sit on a towel and looking up cat-girls. One hand remained firmly on the mouse, the other on her pussy, and Rachel was getting more and more excited as each day passed, thinking of her not-girlfriend and all the things that she wanted to do.

They agreed, well, Quinn demanded and Rachel gave in considering she wasn't that horny at the time and did not know how horny she would be, that full-on homerun sex was not on the table, but anything else was fair game. So each night, she would send fantasies to the girl, short little sentences of just ideas and things she wanted from her—to do to her... to do with her. The internet was a fantastic tool, Rachel decided.

Now, five days had passed, and the texting was not enough; pictures and stories on the internet were not enough. Rachel wore a short plaid skirt that Quinn complimented, black stockings that went all the way up her legs to her thighs. Her top was nothing special, at least the animal sweater wasn't—an owl this time, but underneath she wore nothing else, and felt her nipples harden and relax constantly in the temperamental school and their terrible heating system. For once, Rachel was glad she was enough on the smaller end that she could do without a bra...or panties, at least now. They were ruined and Rachel felt comfortable enough now that school was over to remove them. It was worth the wait after slightly flashing Quinn all morning, or texting the girl about how she wanted the blonde to touch her during class, in the locker room, the choir room. She wanted Quinn to suffer for not showing her any real attention this week. As her not-girlfriend, Rachel demanded at least some form of physical form of adoration, and this lingering hand graze crap was not doing the trick. Her attire would show—

"Mhmmm," Quinn said, wrapping her arms around Rachel's waist, pulling her back flush against her front. "You smell wonderful, have I ever told you that?"

Rachel shuttered as Quinn pressed against her body, feeling the hard cock through tight jeans and her plaid skirt. One of her hands slid up and down the diva's front, pulled up her sweater as it slid underneath to her ribs.

Up and down, up and down...so close to her breasts that now ached, and Rachel just wanted to moan and beg, but Quinn was in charge damn it, why couldn't she just give her what she wanted! "No," she breathed out, "You didn't."

"Over the summer I first noticed it, how your scent enticed me...tortured me, begged me to come near you and just drown in it. Oh I could have spent hours and hours near you, Rae, you in my arms and I..." Quinn nuzzled against Rachel's neck, pressing her nose hard against her pulse point before pulling away slightly and kissing it. "It's intoxicating. It begs me to fuck you, take you and just fuck you until you are a mess of sweat and cum."

"As much as I—...God, Quinn," Rachel breathed out; Quinn's other hand slipped down her skirt, and she pushed their bodies up against the lockers, so Rachel had to hold herself up unless she wanted to be smashed against the metal objects. But her arms wouldn't hold her up if Quinn pressed any harder; she didn't. The tigress continued to grind her cock against her ass. Rachel complied and pushed back, moving with the motion, trying to get some pressure on her body. Quinn's hand slowly moved further and further...closer to her bare, wet, throbbing pussy. "Please just a little bit."

"It's so strong today," Quinn grinned. She started alternating between soft bites and harsh kisses on her neck, with a lick thrown in every once in a while up to her ear. Rachel relaxed her arms a bit, trying hard to remain upright as Quinn just touched her, so close to her nipples which begged attention and her pussy which craved a touch.

"It's been a week," Rachel said. "I've missed you so much, Quinn." She loved when Quinn dropped all pretense and talked dirty; it was so different from normal that it just made the words even better. She took a sharp breath as Quinn thrust hard against her, biting at her neck, sucking at times, intent to leave a nice mark. Hickey's weren't cool or wanted, unless it was from a tigress who was trying to eat a person, trying to taste her flavor, then it was acceptable, Rachel figured. "Just...please."

"Me too," Quinn replied. "You have no idea, Rae, how much I missed you." The hand on her waist stopped just above the hairs she had trimmed perfectly above her pussy, and the one below her breast just sat on her ribs, a thumb brushing her underboob, refusing to touch her in any meaningful way.

Rachel pulled a hand away from the lockers to grab the wrist of the hand just above her crotch, trying to push it down. But Quinn didn't budge. Underneath her fingers, Rachel felt firm muscles and a warmth that permeated her body, warming every cold portion of her.

"You smell so good. I want you here, I want to see that beautiful and tight pussy. I know you're a virgin; Finn barely touched you. His scent was never covering yours. Let mine. I'll make you mine; I'll show you what a real cock can do to you, what you wanted Sunday night. Oh, I knew you desired it, your pussy smelled so wonderful then. Now..." she trailed off and sniffed right below her ear. "I just want to eat you up."

The breeze between her legs no longer chilled her, having suffered through last period with only thoughts of Quinn and that wonderful cock that she needed to measure, the one grinding on her ass. She felt her skirt slowly move up until Quinn's jeans rubbed against her bare skin, leaving only one layer between her and the cock that now haunted her wet dreams. "Please, Quinn..."

"I could take you right now," she replied, and Rachel moved between their bodies, trying to find the superman belt buckle that Quinn enjoyed wearing. "I could take you, fuck you so hard. Would you like that, Berry? I bet you'd enjoy being my little slut, exposing yourself to the world as I tear your clothes away." Quinn's hand slipped a bit further down and began to play with the bit of hair. Rachel wanted to move, but Quinn's grip was too tight, so she instead continued to fumble with the belt.

"Oh, the little stage slut you are," Quinn continued, her breath warming Rachel's ear, a kiss and a bite every once in a while. "Where are your panties, my mate? Did you lose them?"

"No..." Rachel breathed out. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, giving more of her neck to the tigress. "Good kitty, take me here-"

Quinn growled and thrust hard; her arms buckled a bit, but Rachel remained standing. She whimpered at the sound, and she could almost feel the tigress' cock pulsing in the jeans. She needed to touch her, to have Quinn enter her. She needed it. "No." Quinn thrust again. "I am in charge. Not you."

"Please..."

"Say it."

"You're...you're..." Rachel moved as Quinn started to hump her. Her hands struggled to remove the damn belt.

"I'm what?" Quinn growled once more, her voice an octave lower and vibrating her must, sending tingles down Rachel's spine and to her pussy; it was better than any vibrator she owned. The thought that it should be impossible couldn't enter her mind, but Quinn could.

"In charge."

"Good girl, so what happened to your panties, Rae? You didn't give them away did you?"

She shook her head.

"You didn't give them to that poor excuse for a male specimen, Israel, right?" Another shake of her head. "Good girl, so where are your panties? I can smell you, so rich and full, Rae. Oh you should smell this." Her other hand slide up slowly, now cupping her breast.

"In...in..." She finally loosened the buckle, now just to remove it enough to get to the button. She needed Quinn.

"Words, my girl," Quinn said.

"In my locker, oh Barbara," Rachel groaned, her hips rising as Quinn's fingers brushed very, very lightly against her clit. "Please, more, I need-"

"Oh, and why are they there?" Quinn teased. The zipper was next. So close. Her clit was swollen; she could feel it against her skirt as Quinn moved her hand just above it now, entangled with her landing strip.

"I'm so wet..."

"I know, I can smell it...feel it, even." Quinn bit her ear, holding it in between her teeth. Rachel groaned, but not from the pain. She was ignoring all of it, the awkward position of her body, the bites and squeezes, how her hand was bent in a way she was sure it shouldn't be in, but didn't think about. She just touched Quinn's cock through the fabric, feeling its heat and wanting it on her, in her. "It's so-"

Rachel was wet. Very, very wet. Soaking, in fact. Water dripped down her sweater, her skirt, her stockings. Her wonderfully teased hair now hung about face, in her eyes and mouth. It pooled briefly around her now freezing pussy, which she didn't think should be possible by all fairness in the world, and slid down her legs. Quinn pulled away quickly.

She turned around to see her not-girlfriend dripping wet as well. And the wonderful cock poking out the slit of her jeans, her nipples hard from the cold water or hard from Rachel; she hoped it was the latter. Quinn's tight, black jeans hugged her hips well; the shirt about a man who was disturbed,why were they disturbed, if they were they needed to get help, stretched across her small, marvelously formed breasts. A jacket with its sleeves torn off hung barely on her arms. The only thing that would have made the entire look even hotter, besides being completely soaked, was the stripes. Oh Barbara. Stripes.

Quinn was close to transforming.

"As hot as it would be to see your hobbit pussy fucked so hard by this pussy," Santana said, "you need to cool off." She was standing a few feet behind Quinn holding a bucket, showing something halfway between a smile and a smirk. Brittany looked worried.

"Nice ass, Berry," Santana added; Rachel blushed and pulled down her skirt. "Didn't think you had it in you to go commando, though Quinn here probably loves the fact."

"Quinn," the blonde cheerio said; her backpack in her hands, and the straps twisted and untwisted, "you're-"

"Who the fuck do you-" Quinn stepped forward, her hands in fists and the growl aggressive now, not possessive. The stripes glowed something fierce and she watched as the blonde started to hunch over, ears slowly poking out her short-cropped hair, a tail sliding up and out the black open pants. At least, she thought she saw all of this. Rachel's eyes were kinda glued to Quinn's cock, looking at how it glistened.

"Lucy Quinn Fabray!" Brittany shouted. Rachel stepped back, and Quinn paused mid-stride, the anger disappearing with confusing. "You're too close."

Confusion was replaced by horror as Quinn bolted away, running faster than Rachel thought was possible. "Go to her, Britts," Santana softly said. What was going on?

"She'll trust you more," Brittany replied. "She needs her protector, Tana."

"I know, but she'd trust me to explain this to Berry. She needs her best friend more." Brittany nodded. Rachel started to shiver. Dripping wet, the wrong kind, sans panties and bra, with a sweater that just absorbed the water and skirt that allowed it to slip underneath to her pussy. This was a terrible way to cool off. The blonde cheerio nodded.

"Walk with me, hobbit," Santana said.

"Ww..wh...what just... ha...ha-" Rachel tried, but her jaw started to shake and tremble from the cold... she hated not-winter, with its freezing temperatures and lack of fun snow. And now no Quinn to keep her warm. This just sucked. Rachel was shivering and trembling from the cold, not from the metaphorical blue balls she received.

"I'll explain as we get you properly dressed," Santana took Rachel by the arm and dragged the barely smaller girl to the nearest bathroom. When did she get so strong?

They stepped inside, which was a nice way of saying that the Latina threw her in, and locked the door behind them. Santana tossed Rachel a bag. "Strip and get dressed."

"In..in...fro-"

"It's nothing I haven't seen before," she smirked. Which was probably true given the almost daily changing with the cheerios and her almost constant having the sex with Brittany. "Besides, I want to see what has Q's metaphorical panties in a bunch." Rachel glared. "Hop to it Hobbit. Quinn will kill me if you freeze to death."

It wasn't that Rachel was embarrassed by her body; she worked very hard to make it as toned and curved as it was. It was just that... it was Santana, and while they were friends(FRIENDS!), the girl loved to tease her and everyone else. The Latina rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips, returning the glare. "I promise, I'll say nothing bad, happy?"

Rachel beamed at her. "Thank you, Santana," she said and pulled off her sweater and threw it to the ground.

"Dios Mio," Santana said, eyes widening as Rachel shimmied her hips to push the skirt down before standing on one foot to remove a stocking then the other. "I love Brittany more than you can imagine-"

"I can imagine a bit," Rachel said, bending over at the waist as she looked through the bag. Panties, shirt, pants, socks and flats. Good. And the hitch in Santana's breath was even better.

"But had I known that you looked like that, Berry... under your clothes? I would have fucked you freshmen year so hard, you'd be ruined for men. "

"I would have probably let you," Rachel said, her attention focused on sliding up the black and stars, how thoughtful, panties on. They fit wonderfully. And comfortable, too. She was going to keep these.

"What the fuck?"

"Yep," The jeans were next, and while a bit tight in the legs, which was okay since it would show off her perfect ass if she did say so herself, were also the correct size.

"You would have-"

"Yep," Rachel said. The t-shirt was red and white, and without a bra, her nipples would certainly be showing. A sacrifice she supposed until she got home. "At least at first."

"Why didn't—Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because being even bi-sexual in this town is looked down upon, given how it treats dad and daddy." Rachel pulled it on; this one barely fit as well, coming just down to her belly button. At least it accented her breasts, something she was extremely happy about. "Besides, do you remember the first thing our second conversation, the one we had after home room together?" She slipped the flats on, her cleavage showing as she bent over to do so.

Santana shook her head. Rachel turned around, keeping the smile on her face. She could laugh at it now, her crush on the freshmen Santana, who had yet to mature fully into this Latina goddess. "You didn't say anything when I saw you at the end of the day. I was gonna say something, maybe ask if we could hang out and everything, see if there was a chance you'd like me like me, but you had already found the other cheerios and Brittany and Quinn. You had a slushie in your hand and threw it at me, probably on order from one of the senior Cheerios who heard about my tendency to be verbose and annoying everyone with how much better I was than they were."

The bathroom was silent and still. Rachel turned her eyes from Santana, looking at the ground and shuffling her feet. "After all, I was just a loser-nobody with a silly little crush on one of the more interesting and cute girls in my grade. I hadn't met Quinn who had become the standard of beauty for the school, but still, you were beautiful even then."

"Yeah," Santana said with a slight furrow of her brows. "I may be hot, but Quinn captures the room and holds it hostage with her body." She was changing the topic ignoring how much Rachel was hurt by what she did, and Rachel was ignoring the tears in the girls eyes. "Completely a turn around from fucking Finnoence."

"I know, right?" Rachel said. "Looking back, I'm trying to see what exactly made him so wonderful to me."

"Because he was one of the first people to treat you nicely." Santana stepped closer to Rachel, almost in her personal space. While she wasn't afraid of the girl any more, learned behavior was difficult to stop. She stepped back until she hit the sink. "Is that...is that why you're friends with us?"

Rachel shook her head. "Nope," she replied, smirking now. "I figured I couldn't go wrong with having three gorgeous women as my friends, gave me something to stare at when I was bored hanging out."

Santana barked out a laugh. "I'm glad to see the bite back, Berry," she said. "You are right, we're the hottest bitches in the school. You could be too if you dressed more like this."

"I prefer to let Quinn see how I dress," Rachel said. "Speaking of... why did you throw the water on us? Was it to stop us from going to far? While I admit looking back I was lost a bit in the haze-"

"Lost?" Santana asked. "Hobbs, you were fucking drowning in it. And it would have ended exactly as I said, you fucking in the hallways, possibly with Quinn in her tiger form."

"How do you know that?" Rachel said. "We have some measure of control. At least I do."

"Don't need to hear about your kinky games with Quinn," Santana grimaced. "You and Britts can compare notes later. Now, over the summer, do you remember how Quinn would avoid us for a few days? How it was difficult to get her out of her house?"

"I assumed she was just having horrible menstrual cycles."

"Kinda?" She looked slightly thoughtful. The face looked awkward compared to what Rachel normally saw on the Latina. "It was more because yours were coming up."

"What do you mean? " Rachel asked. "Why would Quinn care about- Oh... oh."

"Figured it out."

"I calculated my cycle once, after a health class," Rachel said, blushing bright red. I know roughly when my peak ovulation period is. It was during then, right?"

"Q was right horny then, had a hard time concentrating on anything, had a hard time understanding it as well."

"She told me about her struggles this summer."

"Cool," Santana walked over and sat on the ground. She patted the spot next to her. Rachel tried to raise an eyebrow to emulate Quinn be failed. "This is one of the cleaner ones, Hobbs, so don't get your fresh panties in a bunch. Britts and Q are gonna be a while and you need to learn a few things because this relationship-"

"We're not dating, yet," Rachel said.

"But you're willing to fuck in the hallways? Girl, you are as freaky as I thought you'd be," Santana said. "Seriously, sit down. We do need to talk. Or I talk and you listen. While that is normally against your standard modus operandi, you need to know this because it'll help Q."

Rachel walked over and sat right next to Santana, saying nothing. The Latina was right in that she would want to speak and talk about this, defend her not-girlfriend, but the glare told her to remain quiet and to just listen.

"Despite what the school thinks, Britts is Q's best friend. They get along great, and love talking about animals and cartoons and books. Q and I are really good friends, and we have our own conversations-arguments and disagreements, but nothing like those two. Britts knew Lucy before she changed her name to Quinn and remained friends with the girl for so long. Hell, she even moved to this town just to continue to be with her. I love the girl—my girls, both of them, but Britts and Q are bros and have been before I moved here. Girls knew each other from preschool, being blonde buddies and everything. I was the odd one out, a tag along, until middle school." Santana smiled, probably thinking of their past.

"I was the first to learn of Q's," she waved a hand about, "Issues. I was the first to comfort her and hold her as she cried about her strangeness and how she hated herself so much. I was the one who promised her that I would take care of her and protect her and Britt from anything. She was broken, Berry, I'd never seen her like that; this strong and powerful girl who was also a tiger, a cute little kitten really-"

"Please tell you have pictures," Rachel interrupted.

"Fuck yeah," Santana smirked. "Never want to forget that adorable girl, even though she was twelve when I found out. Q had grown into her body by then, hitting puberty and all that shit early. She was perfect even back then, and it hurt to see her that way. By making the promise, I was part of their group, and my life turned around.

"Being a person of color sucks in this town just as much as being gay or lesbian, Hobbs. I hope you understand that. You are ethnic, but you pass, you know that?" Rachel nodded. "I didn't, and I got into so many fights in middle school, sticking up for myself and everything, sixty seven fights over three years. I was more of a badass then Puck really, and he was just a manwhore, fucking milfs and non hot moms because he could, because his dad left him and he had to be this idea of a man. I was the hot Latin chick who lost her virginity at fourteen to some fuck who didn't care. I had sex and fought to protect myself, but mostly to protect Q.

"She could be cold and distant. It helped control the tiger then, when they were separate," Santana said, closing her eyes. "Brittany would be her happiness and joy, living life so full and free, without worry of the consequences that her sperm donor force fed her, trying to control everything about her life. I was her anger, her dislike and hatred. It was the best we could do so she stayed in control. When she saw you, though, that control was threatened. Q was so confused and she hates not understanding things, not knowing why. And the feelings you invoked in her freshmen year scared her, and so I lashed out when she couldn't. I always did, so the tiger didn't have to, so it wouldn't fucking kill someone.

"Mami says I protect Q because of the druidish heritage we got from cross-breeding with some celts, or some other fucking pagan society, a while back. No one ever told her about Quinn's issues, but she knows, I don't know how, and Q doesn't know that she knows. She's the one who taught me a lot about weretigers and their culture and decimation slash genocide, and why Q should be protected, and what I could do to help. Be a warden against the dangers of the wild, she said, or some crap like that. I didn't believe it until this year. That was everything up to last year, when we opened our eyes and you found us."

"You found me, you mean."

Santana shook her head. "Britts had it right when she said you saved us, Rachel." She stopped breathing for a second; Santana never, not even when they became friends over the summer, used her first name. "You saved me from my hatred and anger, from being consumed with the need to protect and shelter Quinn. You saved Brittany from being lost in herself, giving into the delirium of happiness and joy. And you certainly saved Quinn. Never has that girl been happier and stable, for the most part. Which leads us to today."

"And the bucket of water."

"And the bucket of water," Santana said, smiling. "Quinn is an animal. She is both human and an animal, and listen closely, because this is important: you can not forget that she is a fucking animal. Animals live to do three things and three things only: Sleep, eat, and fuck. While her human-self is capable and wants so much more, the animal is her instinct. Think of human as logic and the animal as emotion, it's easier that way, and you come close to understanding Q."

"How do you-"

"Mami," Santana replied. She picked up Rachel's hand, her thumb rubbing the back, trying to be soothing. "When you are ovulating, Quinn's control over her emotions slip, her desire to fuck increases. I have no idea why it's you versus anyone else, but it is. And since she grew that large cock of hers, becoming a male tiger, grats by the way."

"Thank you, I am rather happy to have both worlds," Rachel replied.

"Britts and I have a strap-on for that," Santana said, and Rachel blushed, "At least until... never mind. So right now, with you in the prime for baby-making juice to make a baby, her tiger wants to do the third of its three primal urges. Given that you are now somewhat getting freaky, it will make it harder to control. So you'll have to be the one."

"That's gonna be kinda hard," Rachel replied.

"I know Quinn will be-"

"Not that," Rachel said. Never had she had this embarrassing of a conversation before. "No, Quinn and I have an arrangement."

"How so?"

"I dominate her in the bedroom, she's in control outside of it."

"So hot," Santana said. "Britts and I are stealing that."

"Really? What else-"

"Compare notes with Brittany later, Hobbs," Santana said. "You don't want to switch it around do you? Fine, what do you know of BDSM?"

Rachel blushed. "I've been researching sexual aspects recently and I stumbled upon-"

"So nothing right?" Santana said. "Fifty Shades of Grey did a shitty job of explaining it, glorifying it without really understanding it, while making it incredible unsafe through fantasizing it for those who might actually be interested. BDSM, specifically the domination portion, deals with dominant and submissive relations. Some more committed than others. But what you need to understand is that the submissive is who is control, they set the levels of what they can handle, they can tell you stop, they tell you want they want. The dom should comply with those wishes because its a relationship of trust and care, not controlling."

"And you know this, how?"

Santana smiled. "I never kiss and tell."

"You do all the time," Rachel said, kicking her foot out. "You can't stop talking about it."

"In general, never details, right?" Rachel nodded. "Good, you understand, kinda, maybe, probably not. Look, when Quinn dominates you, it's for your pleasure, when you dominate her, it's for her pleasure, just remember that. So when she gets like this, remember that you are in control, that you decide what you need. She will never hurt you kay? I won't let her." Rachel nodded again. "The tiger wants you so much, but it will never, never hurt you. I'll make sure of it."

"Is that why..."

"You aren't ready for sex," Santana said with a shake of her head. "As horny as you are, and believe me its not that cold in here." Rachel crossed her arms over her breasts, flushing even more. "You aren't ready, at least with Quinn. Take your time, enjoy the rest of the bases, and don't swing for the fences every time. Just enjoy having her around."

Rachel was silent; her mind racing and struggling to form cohesive thoughts. Maybe Santana was right, maybe she was just enjoying the not-relationship so much that the sexual aspect highlighted it, enhanced it. She didn't want to give it up. Spending time with her was great, but right now, Rachel wanted to play with Quinn. "I'm not saying slow down, but don't move any faster. It'll make it when you lose your virginity to Quinn that much more special."

"So you'll protect me?" Santana nodded.

"Of all things I just said, that's what you take away?" Rachel smiled. "Of course, you're one of mine now, and it's only right that I protect my own." Santana looked away, a soft gentle smile, so foreign and strange on the girls face. "And maybe, you could be my best friend so that-" Rachel smiled and hugged Santana tightly around the neck, pressing her breasts against her and practically climbing in her lap. She hadn't had a protector before, and a best friend sounded even better. Quinn would be her not-girlfriend-eventually-turned-girlfriend and Santana could be her not-yet-best-friend-but-soon-to-be. It was kinda fun idea, when she really thought about it

"I leave for a few minutes," Brittany said, "and I come back to this?" Rachel jumped back, pushing Santana away. She wasn't cheating, this was just being friendly, she knew it. She hoped Santana knew it, but the Latina didn't say a word, smirking at Rachel to dig herself out of the hole she was in. Having a best friend and she was ruining that within seconds. Seconds!

"Quinn..what...why.. how'd you find... it's not what you...," Rachel tried to say. Her not-girlfriend stood behind the Cheerio-dressed blonde, smiling? Why was she-

"This is so great!" Brittany rushed forward and knelt in front of Rachel, picking up her hands and starting to bounce them in Rachel's lap. "Oh Santana can finally have a bff, like Quinn and I. It'll be wonderful. Now she won't feel left out when I want to hang out with her."

"Britts," Santana whined.

"And then you and I can hang out when they need to be bitchy or something, it'll be awesome. We'll have cake and ice cream and cookies and a tea party—have you had a tea party? I mean I know I'm supposed to be too old for it, but sometimes its nice just to sit around and drink tea and pretend you're the queen of England commanding the troops to fire upon the Spaniards. This is fantastic!"

"Molte benne," Santana replied. Brittany squealed, which echoed nicely in the bathroom and tackled her girlfriend. Quinn walked over and offered a hand to Rachel. She had changed too, wearing a sundress, showing off her toned body. The desire boiled up, but she decided it was better to be modest and gentle, then horny and rough, despite the fact that she was really the latter. It was better for Quinn.

The blonde picked up Rachel's wet clothes, wrung them out in the sink before throwing them into a plastic bag found in the bag that Santana gave her. Quinn had not spoken since entering the bathroom; she just offered her hand to the diva and pulled her up with a grace that she was not expecting. They left the couple who was probably dangerously close to fucking on the floor.

Quinn led Rachel from the school, carrying both their bags and their wet clothes, all without releasing Rachel's hand. She gave a squeeze every time Rachel looked up at her, but said nothing. The stripes were gone, and Rachel, who wanted to pout at the thought, saw no tell-tale bump in the dress where her cock should have been.

She didn't try to start up a conversation.

They reached the almost empty parking lot, and without much preamble, they got into Rachel's car, Quinn in the driver's seat. She held the keys in her hand, just over the ignition. "I'm sorry," Quinn said. "I was overwhelmed by my senses and-"

"You don't have to apologize," Rachel said, "Santana explained things to me."

"She told you about my control issues."

"About how you want to fuck me until I'm pregnant with your kittens? Yes."

"Can you..." Quinn closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. "Can you please not curse right now."

Rachel frowned. "Sorry."

"It's fine...I'm just struggling here, and I need..." Quinn looked over. "I need you to understand that I want you, Rae. I want you so bad, it is driving me mad."

"Beatles, 'She's So heavy,' record in September of '69, written by Lennon, though both Lennon and McCartney appear as writers. A great deal of psychedelic influence. Not one of their better...one...but..." Quinn was smiling down at Rachel, amused and patient. She shrunk into her seat, trying to smile, but the embarrassment was enough to hold that fakeness back. "Sorry."

"Do not," Quinn said. "I thought it was wonderful that you know it. It was why I said that." Rachel looked back up and beamed. Her weirdness and knowledge of music bothered some people, but Quinn accepted it, liked it even.

"Cool."

"All I am asking is that, for now, while we are in public," Quinn said, sighing heavily. She started the car, but refused to finish her sentence.

"I'll behave, Quinn," Rachel said. "I promise. And I'll make sure you do." She didn't want to, but at least in public, she could control herself for Quinn's sake. The girl was not a public figure, who adored attention like Rachel did. She wasn't lying when she exaggerated that she was like Tinker Bell in needing applause to live. "Are we still on?"

"For the date?" A feral smirk grew on Quinn's face, and Rachel wanted to be afraid, she really did. Her body just decided to grow a bit warm, and she felt warm again. "I wouldn't want to miss it for the world."