Chapter 6:
Author's Note: BAH! Graduate School is a bitch sometimes. I apologize about being late. No I haven't forgotten this story; I have completed two chapters after this, and they are currently being beta'ed. I actually found something of a plot in chapter 8, so yay, not just smut that is taking forever to score a home run.
So my apologizes, my dear readers, for being so late. I'll have something posted quickly up soon after this, just to make sure I get back on some what of a schedule. Quick question: I can easily make this Faberrittana story. Should I or just keep it two couples?
Anyways, I own's nothing from Glee, sadly, because then I wouldn't have forced Quinn Fabray off the show or to the side in really crappy plots. Please Read and Review. As always, thanks to my beta, Lisaand.
Because I can,
SurrealSteamPuckk (WeOffendedShadows)
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November 10th
"Your friends are cockblockers, Quinn," Rachel said, slamming her locker shut. Quinn leaned nearby, smiling down at her not-girlfriend, a term that the diva insisted upon using since they had not formalized their relation yet. One date a couple does not make. This ignored the fact that they had sexted each other constantly over the weekend, where they did not meet up. Between Rachel's over abundance of commitments to various activities, including the play and Glee, and Quinn's recent decision to pursue art and writing as means of taking up her time, they were not able to find a time that worked best for them, and Rachel's parents.
The Berry's were wonderful people, kind and support of Rachel's decision to explore her sexuality with the girl who bully and tormented her through most of high school. They were okay with Rachel being somewhat sexually active, given that Quinn had to sit through the conversation where she learned that the diva was on the pill, and that if she was going to have sex any time soon, make sure her door was closed. Fear was not an issue, embarrassment on the other hand was. "How so," she asked, leaning next to Rachel as the girl fumbled around with her books.
Rachel spun her lock around and started up the combination. "Santana called, no demanded, that I help her yesterday, hence our missed 'date', if you wish to be charitable and call it such."
"Spending time together is not a date?"
"No," Rachel said. She threw her books in and pulled out a different set. "I do not. We spend time together as it is; a date is us planning something special and following through on it. If anything, that was a not-date that failed to launch."
Quinn nodded, sighing at the thought. "So just like I'm your not-girlfriend, right?
"Yes, exactly," Rachel sighed and turned to the blonde, though refused to look her in the eye. "No, nothing like that, I'm sorry. I'm frustrated."
"Anything I can help with? I am better now, the tiger is under control and rather ashamed with how it acted-"
"No, sweetie, it's not that." Rachel shrugged, and looked down the hallway at some of the other Gleeks, specifically Kurt and Mercedes talking.
"They bothering you."
"No."
"Then what is wrong?"
"I don't know. Between the play and Glee and us and Finn's being..." Rachel waved her hand in the air, as if she could grab the word that she did not wish to say. Quinn stood up straight. Usually, Rachel had a word for everything, a paragraph really.
"What is the oaf doing now?" Quinn asked.
Rachel looked at her watch and shifted on her feet. "Nothing, just being him, I promise."
"And us are you unhappy with us?" Quinn raised an eyebrow, but Rachel wouldn't look at her. "Or is it something else?"
"I'm just stressed over Glee." She avoided the first question.
"What's wrong with Glee?" As far Quinn knew, everything was fine. The last few practices were lackluster, sure but nothing seemed amiss. She was acting like their first year when she was scared of her. God, did the tiger run her off already?
"I'm tired of fighting Mercedes over solos, when clearly she knows I'm better than her," Rachel said. She held her books tight her chest. "I've got class across the school, I'll see you at play practice, yes?" Without another word, Rachel walked off, leaving Quinn standing next to an unlocked locker.
Sighing, she closed up and locked it so her not-girlfriend would not panic about her forgetful nature. She rested her forehead on the locker for a second. Trying to date girls was more difficult than Santana or Brittany ever lead her believe. Being one, she thought she could understand what they were going through, but clearly, Rachel remained a mystery to her.
"What's shaking, Lucy the Tiger?" Santana said.
"Rachel is acting..." Quinn trailed off, she did not want to sound whiny, it would not go well for her in front of the girl.
"Distant? Awkward? Scared?" Santana replied. "Rachel?"
"Yeah, I do not know, it is just," Quinn tried to speak, but the fact that Rachel now did not want to spend time with her scared her. Nine days and her life changed so drastically, from expecting Rachel to never be part of her life again to having the diva be a center of it. Not the only one, but a major part of her life that it was difficult to think. "Did I do something wrong? Is this about-"
"Aww," Brittany said, she wrapped the tigress in a hug from behind "It's not about Friday, don't worry kay?"
"You sure?"
Brittany nodded and let go, "It's Glee and the play. Mercedes is being a diva in both, demanding so much and not really showing that she deserves it, only that she desires it, and Rachel feels that she needs to diva back, so they are fighting over solos in Glee." There were moments that Quinn thanked the lord Brittany was her best friend; she had more insight into people than anyone, and always knew exactly what to say.
"I know about that," Quinn replied. "It feels like something more and-"
"It's nothing, but that shit," Santana said. "She's freaking out about college and stuff, and since we discouraged her from running against Kurt, she's going nuts with the last things she has. And she won't express it because she's Rachel fucking Berry and can handle anything and everything."
Quinn nodded. She had not been around much, but at least had seen what Rachel had been doing. "Girl's focus is all laser point and shit on herself, which would be fine and everything, if it weren't for fucking everyone else."
"Want me to talk to her?"
Brittany shook her head. "Nope, Tana will." Santana was probably happy that she stood behind her girlfriend at the moment given how quickly the Latina turned pale. Quinn did not think that she could get that white.
"Britts, I don't think-"
"As Rachel's bff, you need to step up and take charge of this," Brittany said. "Just like I do with Quinn. Anything from her will be tainted by their history and relationship-"
"Not-relationship," Quinn added.
"You know that whole mess is fucked up," Santana said. "Both of you want to fuck each other raw and yet..." She stepped up and Brittany wrapped an arm around her. It was weird seeing Santana act so, demure and gentle. The thought was down right scary.
"We are going at Rachel's pace," Quinn said. "Especially after Friday."
Santana nodded. "Feeling guilty?"
"A little, well, a great deal actually, and Rachel is so distant right now, which worries me," Quinn said. "I am not sure were we stand. She did not talk much with me this weekend after that and backed off on the texting."
"Sexting you mean," Santana said. Quinn blushed and nodded. "Finally breaking that exterior huh? Good for you. If someone had to do it, it would be Berry."
She sighed. While it was understandable that Rachel would be distracted, and Quinn figured if she ever wanted to remain and make the relationship work she would have to get used to it, she did not like it. Just more than a hello and goodbye would be nice, responses to her texts or phone calls, but Quinn understood that Rachel was busy and devoted. Maybe she just wanted it to be towards her. "I'll deal with Hobbs, kay? Don't worry your hot ass off, Q."
Quinn nodded, said goodbye, and walked to her class. She still felt like something was wrong, and Santana and Brittany really did not assure her of anything. Like many things in her life, it was probably her fault and there was nothing she could do to fix it. One chance and she blew it within a week.
School was going to be terrible this week, she knew it.
November 11th:
Rachel walked the hallways with a purpose. Glee practice went terribly and tonight she had the play, plus dance lessons where her teacher was calling her out on being distracted, which she wasn't, she just had a lot on her mind at the moment given school and homework and Glee and the play. Everything was piling up.
At home, when she got back from lessons and practice, it would be almost eight and she was too exhausted to deal with anyone. She just wanted to finish her homework and then sleep. Every day started early and she needed to keep up because this is what Broadway would be like. Nothing, she told herself in the mirror every night as she went about her nightly beauty regiment, was more important than that. Nothing could compare to her life-long dream.
Someone grabbed her and pulled her into the bathroom with enough force that she nearly fell over. Before she could say anything, the door was locked. "What are you doing?"
"Trying to help," Santana said. Rachel turned around and glared at the Latina. She was leaning on the door, looking smug. "That diva look isn't going to solve this."
"Solve what?" Rachel asked. "Everything is fine."
"Glee sucks, doesn't it?"
"Of course, Mercedes is demanding more and more solos and complaining how much better she is than me. Hell everyone seems to be against the fact that Mr. Schuester decided that it would be for the best if Finn and I, as the stars of the Glee-"
"I'm going to stop you right there, Hobbs," Santana replied. "Do you have any idea why we're so upset? As captain, do you even know your squad."
"What are you talking about?" Santana stepped forward, and the girl, no woman, in front of her was no longer Santana, her supposed best friend though that had yet to be proven really, but rather Santana, current head cheerio and second under Quinn Fabray. "And how dare you assume that I do not know anything about show choir. I'll have you know that-"
"Cut the crap Berry," Santana said. "No one is fucking arguing you with your knowledge of music and Broadway and all that shit. What we're tired of is our captain not being a fucking leader and doing her job." Rachel walked backwards until she was against the wall, but the Cheerio kept coming.
"I have contributed-"
Santana touched her sternum with just a finger, glaring down at Rachel. "To your own fucking success. Not once have you done what is best for the squad.
"You've been to the football games, right when Quinn was in charge? I've seen you at our practices sometimes, stalking her?" Rachel opened her mouth but Santana shook her head. "No talking, just nod yes or no."
Rachel nodded.
"How many times was Quinn front and center?" That was an unfair question which she could not answer with a single yes or no. "Can you even remember? No, you can't. Of the forty five games Quinn participated in, and twenty nine competitions we've had, she was the star once. But she was always our captain.
"There was never a fucking doubt about that, Hobbs. No one questioned her commit or knowledge or skill in gymnastics and choreography, ever." Quinn knew about choreography? "No one dared question her when she called us out on being sloppy and unprepared. And no one ever fucking questioned her about who was going to be the focus, and it was always showcasing their best qualities. Brittany led the dancers because Quinn knew how to use her body like no other person; I cheered in front because Quinn knew I could be the loudest and strongest voice on the field. Sue maybe be our coach, who taught us everything we needed to know, but Quinn demanded that we do it. Both demanded our best, and Quinn ensured that we were.
"Why do think we were so successful for three years? When Sue kicked her off the squad, everything fell apart. We were terrible until Quinn showed up one day that Sue was absent and got us going again. Got the squad back on track and being the best we could, even when she was struggling with the pregnancy, in case you didn't know, was not easy for her in any way, she was there helping us at the cost of her own dignity and pride. Hate her for what she did to you, and I know you do, even though you care about her now, but she united us and held us together better than anyone could. Do you even fucking understand why I'm telling you this?"
Rachel shook her head. Santana was inches from her face, glaring at her now. The HBIC was present and she was not scared, she couldn't be.
"Because you are not a fucking leader. You are not a captain."
"How dare-"
"How dare I? How dare I?" She raised her voice, and Rachel hoped someone heard it to come and save her. Where was Quinn? "How dare you make the show only about Rachel Berry? How dare you focus solely on your skill, your qualities, your gift and never once offer to help a single one of us better ourselves. Schue may have gotten us together, but you are pushing us apart.
"Mercedes is a fucking bitch of a diva, and you can never compete with her on that. That's because she is so arrogant and hateful that nothing else matters to her, except herself. You need to be better than that. You should be better than that." Rachel leaned forward a bit, trying to gain a bit of power back, but Santana didn't move.
"I am-"
"Acting like a spoiled brat. Don't give me that bullshit that you are better than us, because we know. And instead of shoving it into our face, you should be helping others with your talent, making the people around you better. We may be stuck in this town, but you don't have to fucking remind us every day of our miserable lives." There were tears in Santana's eyes. Why was... oh Barbara. "We may not be you, but we still want to shine every once in a while. For some of us, this may be our only chance and instead of making sure we all get it, showing us how to come close to what you do, you mock us with your talent. You force us to constantly be your backup, as if the world revolves around you.
"So don't fucking tell me that you're our captain. Not once have you stepped aside willingly for others, to let them have the spot light because you knew one day it'd be yours. Moreso if it never happened. Not once had you come any of us and offered guidance and tutoring on our roles and sounds, instead just berating us because we weren't fucking perfect on the Rachel Berry scale of singing, which has two fucking settings: shit and Rachel Berry. If you aren't the latter, you're fucked and stuck with being the former. You're Diana Ross and you're fucking leaving us to be the Supremes. We're suppose to be the New Directions, not the God damn Rachel Fucking Berry show and her worthless peons."
She didn't cry and her voice never rose above her normal level, and maybe that was the worst part. Rachel understood pain, she suffered through taunts and leers and slushies, but this was different. This was acceptance that it was impossible to better, impossible to escape the world you were born into and the desolation of that fact. "Oh Barbara, I'm so-"
"Don't you dare," Santana said. She stepped back, and Rachel watched as she fought back the tears, refusing to let any other emotion show. "Don't you fucking dare, Manhands, you are not allowed to feel sorry for us. You are certainly not allowed to fucking pity us. We don't want it." What she didn't say was herself. That Rachel was not allowed to pity her, specifically. "Not after what we did to you. We made you're life hell, and this is how you returned it and that's fine. But it's time you fixed it. You forgave us because we changed, willingly so, and proved it day after day. It's your fucking turn."
Rachel nodded and stepped forward following the Latina. This time she backed up and she chased her, until the Latina was against the door. "Okay," Rachel said, and hugged a fighting Santana. "You'll get free, I promise. I won't let you be stuck here."
"I said-"
"I know what you said," Rachel replied. She moved Santana's head down to her shoulder and felt as arms wrapped around her back and pulling her closer. "This is not pity, this is not me trying to make myself feel better. I swear. This is me trying to act like the best friend you want, that I want to be."
Santana was silent, but her shoulders hitched up and down. Rachel felt something wet on her shoulder, but ignored it. She didn't say anything, just held the Latina close and gentled caressed her back. "I'll fix it."
"Kay." The conversation was over and done with, and Rachel learned enough about Santana not to bring up the emotional break down or the tears. Santana stepped back and wiped away her tears. Rachel turned away, giving her time to ready herself.
"What brought this on?" Rachel asked. She moved over to the mirror and tried to straight her cloths and hair.
"Huh?"
"Someone brought this up, and you wouldn't talk to me like this unless..." Rachel said. "Oh."
"She's hurting, but understands why you've been avoiding her."
"I haven't been avoiding Quinn, I've been-"
"Too busy for a text?" Santana stepped up next to the girl.
"Oh."
"She knows she did you wrong last week, and wants to make it right," Santana replied. "But you've been so focused on you, your crazy shit with the play and Glee and college, that she thinks she really fucked up and freaked out and you're trying to break-up with-"
"No," Rachel turned and looked at her. "Never."
"You're treating her like it."
"I didn't..."
"A captain should take care of her subordinates, and should make sure each knows they are important and wanted. A girlfriend, even if you're just not-girlfriends, which is fucking hilarious, should make sure that their partner is cherished and wanted, especially so. Finn was a terrible first boyfriend, never taught you what you should know, even if you would be acting by his poor excuse for an example. It's okay, Auntie Snix can and will." Rachel blushed and looked back in the mirror.
"She never said anything," Rachel said softly, looking down at the sink. Her not-girlfriend had never mentioned how difficult she made Glee for the rest of them, how much her divaness was hurting them.
"It wasn't her place," Santana replied. "How would you have reacted had she come up to you and said that stuff. She couldn't be as direct and angry as I was, and certainly never wants to hurt you again, Hobbs. No matter what you do to her, how much you hurt her, she'll try her hardest to never hurt you at all. She... cares about you greatly."
"You always pause when you say that." Rachel said. "Why don't you just say love?" She turned and clapped in excitement. "She loves me? Oh Barbara, this is wonderful and -"
"Because love takes time and commitment and energy from two parties, not just one crushing on the other. Maybe you'll get there, I hope you do," Santana said. "But it takes two, Hobbs, and you need to be in this with her, help her when she needs it, and let her help you when you do."
"Okay," Rachel said.
"Now, I'm missing lunch and they have curly fries, and I wants them," Santana said. "Just remember: A captain takes charge and does what is necessary for the good of the group, leads by example. It'll be difficult, but in the end, you'll end up happier and probably more friends."
More friends(FRIENDS!)? Rachel barely knew what to do with three. More would be wonderful. "I will." Santana washed her hands in silence, giving Rachel time apparently. Or she was just done with the conversation.
The majority of it, and the most important parts would have to be dissected and detailed later, when she was alone in bed. It would be difficult; almost impossible too, but Santana had told her this not to break, like she would have once, but rather to make her better. It hurt; it hurt a lot and she wanted to cry, but it took more for Santana to give her that insight then it did for Rachel to hear it. "Santana?" She barely spoke above a whisper, eyes remaining on the mirror.
The Latina started to walk out. "Hmmm?"
"Thank you."
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November 12th:
Rachel hadn't been able to talk to Quinn yet. Her not-girlfriend had avoided her the rest of the day, and wasn't answering texts or calls. She knew she was pushing her, but Rachel wanted to fix what she caused. She needed to. It wasn't fair to Quinn, everything that happened, and she needed her not-girlfriend to know exactly what she felt.
Morning came, and no calls or texts, leaving Rachel rather morose and disappointed. But she carried on. Quinn didn't arrive at her locker, same as the day before, she didn't appear in the hallway with a shy wave, or anything .Rachel couldn't find her, and it was annoying that her not-girlfriend was avoiding her, while understandable.
Brittany was the one who mentioned at lunch that Quinn had decided to work through it one of the few art studios in peace. She had a free period, so that meant almost an hour and half of alone time. Rachel was happy that she had a similar schedule, but usually they left each other to work on what they wanted to, or rather, Quinn let Rachel be a diva and practice incessantly.
Santana was right. Rachel's nightly reflection was rather degrading and hurtful towards herself, and though she would never admit it to the cheerio, she was right. Rachel was a selfish bitch and had originally wanted the title of Glee captain for the prestige and honor of it. She had forced herself into center stage, to showcase why she would leave this horrible town, but never tried to help anyone else, to let them fulfill their dreams and desires. It was about Rachel Berry, and she felt kinda horrible about it. Only kinda because Mercedes was a bitch before this and nothing had really changed, and she doubt it would.
In terms of Quinn, she was avoiding her, but not for the reasons the girl thought. It wasn't frightening how aggressive the tiger-side of Quinn was; Rachel was frightened by her own response. She gave in so completely and utterly, letting her not-girlfriend call her degrading names and she knew had it continued, pain would have followed. That was not the type of relationship she thought she wanted. Rachel enjoyed being the top, and controlling Quinn beneath her. It felt special since the blonde was hers to take care and cherish and protect. But maybe it was okay that she was also controlled and protected. Now that she knew about the tiger's lust, Rachel would be better prepared, mentally and physically, to help her not-girlfriend.
She found Quinn in an art-studio room, door closed and lights turned off. She was on her back, sleeping. Apparently, she had decided the pseudo-leather jacket would make a great pillow and balled it up beneath her head. The black shirt rode up slightly, exposing abs that Rachel would fondly call herself. Tight, black jeans again.
Quinn was a deep sleeper. Rachel discovered it when she slept over two Sundays ago. Last time, it took pushing the blonde out of bed to wake her up. Even then, it took a few moments for her to realize what was going on. Apparently, bacon does a better job, Quinn said, but that was too cruel to pigs.
Rachel locked the door and dropped her bag and books by the entrance. Practice would come later. They were alone in the school and, most importantly, in a private place. She smiled as she toed off her flats, removed some clothing to be comfortable, and walked over to Quinn. She stood over her not-girlfriend, smiling down at her. She didn't snore, which was disappointing, and looked as perfect asleep as she did awake, which was frustrating, because even when Quinn was begging under her hips, she still looked so beautiful it neared frightening levels.
They were alone and in a private place, and she owed Quinn for all the trouble she caused between them. She knelt down right next to her hip, and Rachel slowly ran her fingers up and down Quinn's belly. She moaned and frowned in her sleep, her arms moving to cover her face. "Noooooo," she said, and tried to roll away, but Rachel stopped her movement.
"Hey," she said, and Quinn removed one arm from her face, looking around for the voice. She sat up slightly and smiled at Rachel in front of her, her hand continuing to drift up and down her belly. The abs felt so firm and stiff, she hadn't really explored Quinn's body and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to.
"Hey," Quinn said, drawing her word out and trying to rub away the sleep that lingered in her.
"Don't get up, kitty," Rachel said.
"Rae, we are not in private."
Rachel smiled down at Quinn, her other hand starting to play with Quinn's belt. "The door is locked, no one knows we're here right?" The tigress just nodded. "The teacher's gone for the day?" Another nod. "And the lights are off, so no one will notice that you and I are here. So we are in a private place, no?"
Quinn didn't move as Rachel flicked her belt undone. "Now, kitty, use your words. Are we or are we not in a private place?"
She kept her mouth closed, though her eyes never moved from Rachel. Good, at least she was watching. It was for the best that she wore a skirt today, this one dark blue and a bit longer than her previous skirt.
"Yes, we are."
Rachel slapped lightly against her abs. "Speak properly, kitty, remember what I told you?" Quinn nodded. "So do it.
"Yes, we're in a private place." Quinn moaned as the button of her pants were undone and the zipper pushed down.
"Don't transform," Rachel said.
Quinn leaned up on her elbows. "Why not?"
"Because," Rachel said. "As much as fun as I have with that side of you, I care about this side too. Plus I just want to play with your pussy a little bit, maybe let you play with mine."
"I still say we're in public," Quinn said.
"Lean back down kitty, and let me get to work." She gave Rachel one last glare before laying back down. Rachel smiled and opened Quinn's pants up as much as she could. "Commando? Oh, this is just awesome. And you have hair. Why do you have hair now? It was cleanly shaved before."
Quinn just stared at the ceiling. She was being ignored. That would not do. "Here's what I want, Quinn," Rachel said. Quinn sat up fully, though she didn't remove her hand from her pants. "I want to talk to you like I should have this week. I want to talk about somethings that I've done wrong and want to make it up to you. I want to do this. I want to have a conversation. But that requires you talking."
"And your hand down my pants?" Quin asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Think of it as motivation, if you stop talking, I stop doing this." She slide her hand further down until her finger tips found Quinn's clit, for a girl who grew a penis almost at will, Rachel was figuring that it was bit a bit larger than normal, but Quinn's was slightly smaller than her own. It was an awkward angle for her hand, so Rachel slid up and Quinn braced her legs, still looking at her.
The angle on her hand relaxed, she pushed down a bit further, until her fingers started to play. She slid up and down Quinn's lit, occasionally dipping it to her pussy, but just barely. Enough to keep Quinn interested. "Rae," she bucked her hips slightly, trying to slide the hand further down. "If you stop talking, I'll stop playing with you. In fact, hips up, kitty." Quinn arched her back and Rachel pushed her jeans down until she had very easy access to Quinn's pussy. Much better.
In doing so, she had forgotten about Quinn's hand which found its way under her skirt and near her bare pussy. "Oh," Quinn said, "What happened to yours?"
"I figured I didn't want to ruin them given how wet I got last time, kitty," Rachel smirked, and gasped as two cold fingers touched her lips.
"If you start talking too much, I'll stop," Quinn said, smiling.
"Naughty kitty," Rachel smirked back, slowly stroking Quinn now, while the blonde pushed hers up into Rachel's pussy, her thumb finding her clit and pressing it gentle, not enough for her desires, but just enough so Rachel was aware.
"What," Quin asked, breathing in deeply as Rachel reached out with her other hand and pushed up her shirt, and Quinn's breasts, god how did they get- "Do you want to talk about?"
"For starters," Rachel said, the fingers in her pussy slowing down, but at least were moving. Her own stopped as she looked down at her not-girlfriend. "I'm sorry."
"Why, oh god Rae," Quinn asked, biting her lip as Rachel circled her clit before returned to fuck her pussy again. "Why are you sorry? You didn't-"
"Of course, mmm," Rachel said, trying to follow Quinn's fingers as she stopped moving, but the blonde would have just stopped. "I do; I treated you horrible, part of it is my fault, mainly because I'm scared."
"Of me?" Quinn asked and started twist her hips, trying to get more pressure, but Rachel seemed to have better control, and just continued at a sedate pace. "I scared you, Rae? Oh god, I swear I never wanted that and-" She leaned down to kiss her on the lips.
They hadn't really kissed before, really really kiss, like a couple should. Sure they played with each other, but kissing was never part of it. Her nose bumped Quinn's for a second, and she flashed a smile, looking down at her lips before turning her head slightly and continuing down. Her fingers continued thrusting, though Quinn's stopped, probably in shock. It was okay, she liked the feeling that Quinn was in her, even if the girl was paralyzed from shock and wasn't moving for the moment.
Rachel pressed down; her lips glided over Quinn's as they tried to overlap, but her bottom lip slipped into Quinn's mouth. She took hold of it and bite softly and Rachel pushed a bit harder on Quinn's pussy and clit, her forefinger and middle reaching the last knuckle. She curled her hand and Quinn arched into her mouth, pulling her lip with her.
Quinn let go when Rachel took a nipple in her hand, rolling it around and pulling on it. "Please," She whispered. She felt the breathe on her lips, a smile crossing her lips as her kitty continued to move with her. Quinn's eyes were half-closed, and Rachel watched as they twisted about under the lids, trying to find something to focus on. She reached up and wrapped a hand in the diva's hard, tightening and pulling her back down for a kiss.
Their teeth bounced slightly, though Rachel didn't mind as continued the movement, tracing Quinn's teeth with her tongue before biting down on her lip, harder than the blonde had. Another thrust and a curl of her fingers, Quinn moaned into. "Good kitty," her words danced on Quinn's lips.
She shifted her body so she was almost laying on Quinn, though the blonde had yet to remove her fingers, sliding her hand to her ass, pulling her up closer so their breasts were right next to hers. Rachel pulled her hands away, switching them so she could get a bitter grip on her not-girlfriend's pussy and soft breasts.
Quinn pulled back and Rachel rested her forehead on hers, breathing in deeply her scene. "You taste like berries," She said to the girl underneath her. Quinn laughed, and the vibrations shook her breasts and Rachel's.
She cast her eyes down, caught notice of her breasts interlocked with Quinn's. Rachel never compared them before. She knew she did not have large breasts, but Quinn's looked softer, smaller, rosy, so much paler compared to her lightly color skin. Rachel pressed down on Quinn, and cupped her cheek.
Quinn let go of her hair; her hand grazing her skin as it moved down her neck light touches, continuing down her back to her shirt and disappearing underneath it. Rachel gasped as Quinn's hand rested just below her bra. She looked back up and saw only very small pale green rings around circular voids.
Black holes are just extremely dense stars that suck other matter into it. Rachel Berry was a star and she felt herself being pulled further into Quinn, and she was okay with that. "I was scared of myself, Quinn," She whispered and kissed her nose. "I was so scared of just how much I got lost in you. You, of all people. You changed for me, making yourself better, and I was scared because how could I do the same for you with all that I am." She kissed her chin.
"I am short, Quinn, and despite my tone body, I have a tendency to look like a child if I don't show off how much I am not one. I know I'm arrogant, though I've been trying to curb that," Rachel said, her fingers never stopping. Quinn's breathe was slowly going faster and faster. "I push people around, bossing them to do it my way, because I know better. It is the Berry way, or nothing else. I make the world center around me. And these are just the flaws you know about."
"You are-"
"Words, kitty," Rachel smirked, her lips just above Quinn's.
"You're, fuck Rae, please just," Quinn said, arching her hips and pressing forward as much as she could with another person on top of her. "You're perfect the way you are, I don't-"
"No, Quinn," Rachel said, "You see me though rose-tinted glasses, and while you accept all my flaws and don't see them as such does not mean they are not there. I need to fix that. And you taught me that."
"I did?"
Rachel licked Quinn's lips, her tongue trailing up to the tip of her nose. Despite her hand being engaged in Quinn's pussy, she didn't feel the need to be serious too much. "You taught me that I had to change if I wanted to be make someone happy. The divaness of me, the demand for attention and applause, I'm gonna work on curbing it."
"Why," Quinn gasped as Rachel squeezed a nipple harder than she originally wanted, but it felt so wonderful between her fingers, and the smile on Quinn's face said maybe it was just hard enough. "Why do you-"
"If I don't, Quinn," Rachel replied, "If I don't do this, I will push you away as I let myself get consumed by my desires to reach stardom. And..." She kissed softly, her lips barely touching. The only sound Rachel was Quinn's sharp breathes from her nose, but she didn't saw anything or push any harder than trying to get off. Though Rachel slowed down a bit, her fingers cramping a little bit. Lesbian foreplay second, or was it third, base was difficult. She didn't know how Quinn held out as long as she did."I don't want that. It's the last thing I want."
"Please , Rae," Quinn said. "I'm so close."
"I know, kitty," Rachel said, "just a little more and I'll make you feel wonderful." She cupped the breast, slowed her hand down and placed her head on her shoulder. "I was scared because of how much I want this, Quinn, of how much I need this. I thought Broadway was going to be my life, but you, with your craziness and hot as fuck tiger cock that is just for me, I can't simply walk away. You are part of my life, Quinn, and I refuse to let that part slip from my fingers."
"What do... God Rae, please I just want to-"
"Have you not cum since Sunday?" Quinn shook her head. "Do you masturbate?" Another shake. "How come?" A shrug. "Use your words, kitty, or I'll stop."
"I don't know how," Quinn said, turning her head. Rachel let go of the breast, slide her hand out of Quinn's pussy much to her displeasure and rolled so she was laying fully on top of the tigress. "I never did before and..."
"Never be ashamed in front of me regarding who you were," Rachel said, taking her head into her hands, forcing Quinn to look her in the eyes. "So you've been horny since Sunday then, right?" Quinn nodded. "Then you need to come to me for this until you learn how to please yourself, alright, I'm more than happy to help you, cock or pussy, it doesn't matter."
Rachel sat up and straddled her hips. "I want you to relax, kitty, we're going to finish what we started that night, so come on, bring that cock of yours out."
Quinn shuttered for a second, and pushed herself up until she was sitting straight with Rachel's pussy right above hers. "Rae, I don't-"
"We have about ten minutes left and that is more than enough time for you to spray all that wonderful cum that has never escaped your body. So hop to it and give me my cock."
"Your's," Quinn asked, raising an eyebrow.
Rachel just returned with a million watt smile. "Of course mine, who else would be using it. You aren't yet. So I think its best that we just trust me with it. So bring it. Accept whatever you need to do and get it out here so I can make it feel better.
She watched as soft glows over her body began, and slowly her ears slide up tot he top of her head, where little tiger, orange and black, stuck out of her blonde hair. A tail slithered out between her legs, well Quinn's legs, and danced just under her ass, which felt kinda nice, if she really thought about it. A little while later, Rachel felt the cock slowly grow, pressing up against her pussy and grazing her clit as she moved so it could finish growing.
"We're not going to fuck yet, kitty," Rachel said, "That'll be saved for when we can do it in your bed. For now though." She reached down between their legs and took hold of it. "We're finishing it right here. You're going to cum right against my pussy and then rub it in like a lotion. And I'm gonna walk around all day with it on me, a mark that I am yours for anyone to know. Are you okay? I don't know what normal relationship are for weretigers, given the attack hundreds of years ago, but if there are other animals, then they need to know that you have chosen me. That you will protect me and care for me, right?" She reached between their legs and grabbed Quinn's cock with one hand, and took her other one and placed it against her pussy.
Having a cock in her hand was so strange. While Quinn was abnormally warm, which made it easier for them to get partial naked in a freezing school, with the cock it was a bit more evident. Rachel didn't understand how something could be so hard and soft at the same time. And she knew she had small hands, but when she wrapped her hand around the cock, she had more than enough room for two, maybe more. The thought of suck a large dick in her hand, being hers to play with and eventually fuck, made her smile. "If you make me come, kitty," Rachel said. "Before you do, I'll make it worth your wild."
Quinn's fingers grew slightly warmer as the blonde started to rub her pussy lips. Rachel moaned and moved her hand up and down, like she had read and seen on the interwebs. Quinn grabbed Rachel by the hair, tightened it in her grip and pulled her flush against her body. She almost lost her grip, but held on and didn't stop moving, and neither did Quinn's as one, then two slid into her easily, which she expected because of how wet she was. Probably would need a towel.
"Oh, Barbara," Rachel said. Quinn curled her fingers and pressed down on her clit, then started to move her thumb around, shifting it back and forth, up and down. Her hand slowly moved, and Rachel could almost feel the entirety of the fingers in her, as she pussy clamped down on it.
"I don't like it when you say another woman's name, Rae," Quinn growled, and she felt her breasts quake from the vibrations in Quinn's chest.
"Oh...," she repeated as her not-girlfriend, she really, really, really, really, oh fuck.
Quinn started to slowly twist her hand around, curling her fingers slightly and pressing up against what Rachel could only assume was her g-spot, while her thumb continued to press and flick and move her clit and oh fuck. She really needed a new label for them. The other fingers touched her pussy lips, sliding up and down as the hand moved, touching them just enough to not leave them alone. "Faster, please."
"You first," Quinn said. She slowed down a bit, and Rachel squeezed Quinn's cock at the demand and action.
"No kitty," Rachel said. "You are mine, don't forget that." Quinn pouted against Rachel's lips but started back up again. "Stop spinning your fucking hand and just fuck me."
"Yes, Rae," Quinn replied, and started to do as she was told, pushing in much harder than before, but Rachel felt it. Starting at top of her hips and grew warmer and warmer. She quickened her hand in time with Quinn's now. Her other hand grabbed hold of Quinn's shoulder and held herself up, trying to keep pace. But her hand slipped off. Quinn didn't stop though.
Pressure was starting to build, slowly, growing in her as she felt warmer and hotter, and "Fuck," she said, leaning forward against Quinn's head. Her not-girlfriend just smiled and didn't stop. She kissed her lightly, pulling away, but Rachel wrapped a hand around her neck and kissed harder back, trying to fuse her lips to Quinn's.
Her thighs tightened, and she slowly felt the urge to use the restroom, feeling heat grow and build within her pussy as she squeezed against the fingers in her as Quinn traced along her pussy lips, her thumb still playing with her clit. "Please, a bit," Rachel murmured, her lips barely away from Quinn's. Everything was so warm, her breathe, Rachel couldn't breathe it was harder and harder to take in, she was hyperventilating as Quinn's hand moved faster and harder in her, curling her fingers tightly and relaxing them on each motion, her stomach tightening and the heat traveled up her spine, sending waves to her body, it was too much, too much, too much-
Rachel arched back, her toes curling and her knees squeezing hard against Quinn's thighs, refusing to let go. Her pussy clinched and tightened around the fingers. She pulled her not-girlfriend even closer, placing her head on her shoulder and just trying to fuse them together. She stopped breathing as her stomach shook and her nipples hurt so much but she wouldn't trade it for anything.
A hand rubbed circles on her back, under her sweater and shirt. Her thigh were cold, and something was hanging on her calves. "Rae?" She hugged the body holding her tightly, resting her head on its should
"Hmm?" Rachel said, she wanted to pass out and just be held.
"Not to sound horrible or anything," Quinn said. Whatever was real slowly came back to her, drifting in.
Rachel picked her head up and looked down. Between their legs stood a cock staring back up at her. She pulled away, but looked back at Quinn. "I owe you, don't I?"
"We'll be late to class," Quinn replied. "It's fine, I'll-"
Rachel kissed her and pushed her down again. "No, I'll take care of it, like I promised kitty, just relax and let me help you." She kissed her neck and sternum, moving down her body. Rachel always lived up to her word, and she did promise Quinn would have what she wanted, no needed. Never say that Rachel Berry isn't a giver.