A/N: I'm a terrible smut writer, let me just warn you.
"So, I was thinking, with Sectionals coming up, it would be a great idea to have a little get together with the entire team as a type of bonding situation that would aid our strength as a performing group. We could do it at our house, and we could watch movies and play Clue and oh! I have Pictionary! Yes, Pictionary is a must! What do you say? Quinn? Quinn?"
The blonde was staring at Rachel, her eyes locked on the pair of plump lips. The sight of long brown curls and smooth tanned skin overwhelmed her body.
A fire ignited between her legs as Rachel wet her bottom lip with her tongue. She clenched them together.
"Yeah, Rach, that sounds great."
Rachel frowned.
"Quinn, you hate Clue. Colonel Mustard gives you nightmares, and you never win because you lack my superior deduction skills."
"Sorry, Rachel. I just got distracted. You- you're just so beautiful. I'm sorry I'm sounding like a complete cheeseball. Continue with whatever you were talking about. Clue was it?"
Rachel pulled Quinn close and kissed her on the cheek.
"I love you," she whispered and Quinn smiled.
Her skin tingled at the place Rachel's lips had caressed her cheek. As the girls gazed into each other's eyes, a boy clad in a William McKinley Letterman carrying a Big Gulp in his humungous hand trudged down the hallway towards the couple.
"Remind me again how I got so lucky?" Quinn asked.
In the corner of her eye, Quinn saw the boy and pushed Rachel behind her ready to take the hit. She clenched her eyes shut and waited for the cold rush to hit her face; but it never did.
Instead she heard a girl-like shriek and then a wave of laughter. She opened her eyes and found Karofsky covered in a grape slushy. Santana seized the jock and slammed him into the wall.
"Stay the fuck away from them, Karofsky, or I swear to God I will castrate your ass so fast-,"
The boy nodded furiously with a panicked look on his stupid face.
"Okay, Jesus, just let go of me, okay?"
"That's what I thought," she said and threw him down the hallway where he proceeded to run into the boy's locker room.
Quinn's hand found Rachel's as the crowd dispersed to their classes. Santana walked over to the pair and smiled.
"Sorry about that. It won't happen again, I promise."
The two stared at the girl, dumbfounded at what she had just done.
"What?"
They blinked.
"You don't deserve to be bullied because you love each other. Plus, I've always wanted to slushy that asshole. He's a total psychopath sometimes," Santana said with a shrug.
"Thank you so much, Santana," Rachel choked out, her eyes overflowing with tears as she squeezed Quinn's hand.
"Thanks, S," Quinn said as she released Rachel to hug the Latina.
"No problem, Q."
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"Rachel, will you please, for the love of God, take this blindfold off of my face?"
"I am sorry, Quinn. I cannot and will not do such a thing."
The blonde sighed as she felt herself being driven to a location Rachel would not reveal. Rachel was always planning some big extravagant surprise for her.
Suddenly, the car stopped. Quinn heard a door open then close gently and felt a rush of cold air tickle the nape of her neck as a warm hand encompassed hers. The breeze carried the girl's scent to Quinn's nose. The lavender clouded her brain leaving her only to picture her gorgeous girlfriend.
She was dragged out of the vehicle and into the cold autumn air. A chill ran down her back as Rachel pulled her closely into her hip. Then they walked up a stairway, and the air suddenly became warmer and the scent of cinnamon and apples overwhelmed the blonde.
The brunette was uncharacteristically quiet as she pulled the blonde up another flight of stairs and down a hallway, the scent growing stronger. A door opened and Quinn was gently placed onto a soft bed.
"Rachel…"
A finger pressed against her lips and soon she felt her jacket unzip. Her heart began to pound inside of her chest, desperately wanting to see the brunette.
The girl untied the blindfold.
And there was Rachel, her golden skin glowing in the candlelit room, donning a white blouse and a ruffled black skirt. Her legs shimmered in the light. The fire in the pit of her stomach grew as Quinn stared at her girlfriend.
Rachel approached the bed and brought the blonde up onto her feet.
"Hey," she whispered as she smiled.
"Hey," Quinn breathed back as the girl's breath washed over her.
Rachel took Quinn's face into her slightly shaking hands and brought their lips together into a heated kiss as they quickly closed the space between them. The brunette guided them to the bed and soon was straddling the blonde, desperately kissing her lips. Quinn pulled back, surprised by the girl's sudden confidence.
"Wait, wait, Rach, what are you doing?" she panted.
"Do-do you not want me?" Rachel whispered brokenly.
"No, no, Rachel, I want you, trust me," Quinn licked her lips. "I do. It's just, are you sure you want this?"
Rachel stared at the blonde. Her eyes darkened.
"I need this," she whispered huskily.
Quinn pulled Rachel down into her as their lips crashed together. She fisted her brown hair and devoured the girl's lips, reveling in the taste, reveling in Rachel. A tongue swept across the blonde's bottom lip, demanding entrance and she was more than willing to comply. The soft tongue entered and Rachel's grip on her hair tightened. Quinn's hands wandered down to Rachel's body and tugged at the shirt. Rachel moaned and pulled the shirt over her head and threw it on the floor.
Quinn could only stare at the girl in front of her, her toned stomach, black-laced bra and luscious tanned skin. Rachel looked at her as a blush pervading her already flushed cheeks. Her tiny hands unzipped Quinn's jeans and yanked off her tank top to reveal a porcelain stomach. Quinn moaned as Rachel ran her fingertips up and down her abdomen.
"God, you're so gorgeous, Quinn," she breathed out as Rachel kissed her navel.
Quinn's back arched back at the contact, wanting more, needing more. A hand unclasped her bra and cupped her breast tenderly, her thumb rubbing circles around her nipple.
"Rachel," she moaned, her hips bucking.
Quinn rolled the Rachel onto her back, trailing the girl's stomach with kisses. Each kiss caused a shiver to run down the Rachel's back. Her core was throbbing. Rachel's bra was quickly removed and a pair of lips sucked on her now hardened nipple. Her back arched as her skin tingled and her heart raced. Quinn made her way down until she reached the girl's underwear. She looked up at girl.
"Rachel, are you…"
The girl moaned loudly as her hands fisted Quinn's blonde locks. Quinn took that as a yes and she felt Rachel's entrance.
It was dripping. Had she done that? Carefully, she rubbed the girl's clit gently, slowly and reveled in the warmth radiating from the small body. Rachel whimpered at the touch begging for more.
"Baby, this may hurt a little,"
"Quinn," Rachel moaned.
Quinn slowly slid a sole finger into the girl. Rachel's winced but soon their bodies became one as they fell into a steady rhythm.
And then Quinn quickened their pace. Rachel was getting closer, the initial pain wearing off, and transforming into indescribable toe-curling pleasure. She had never felt safer than she did at this moment. Quinn explored her girlfriend, wanting to memorize every inch of her, rolling her hips back and forth in sync to their steady rhythm.
"Quinn," she whimpered, suddenly feeling hotter, losing herself in the moment.
And then Rachel literally felt her self explode, her body shaking viciously as she let out a cry.
"I've got you, baby. I'm here," Quinn whispered.
Quinn rode out the orgasm until she felt Rachel collapse, her hair enveloping Quinn in a lavender haze as it splayed over her face.
Quinn could hear Rachel's shallow breathing. As she looked at the girl next to her, she stroked her shoulder. Rachel was in a complete haze, her eyes were shut and her body numbed from the experience. She then snuck a look Quinn whose pupils were blown and her lips were pink and swollen.
A pair of lips overtook Quinn, and in an instant she was pushed onto her back. Their tongues danced together. Rachel's hand caressed Quinn's breast as she stroked her gently. She then moved her lips to the girl's stomach, which was rising and falling rapidly with her ragged breath.
After practically ripping off the girl's jeans, Rachel felt the girl's entrance. Her fingers drowned in Quinn. She explored the girl, taking her time, and stroked her clit, flicking it once or twice. The girl moaned, clearly wanting more. Rachel slid one finger in and began her motions slowly.
"More, Rach, I need more," Quinn breathed as she jerked her hips for more contact from Rachel's finger.
Rachel added another finger, and Quinn was panting, and their bodies moved in a choreographed dance, the candles flickering romantically.
"God, I'm so close, baby," Quinn whimpered.
Rachel was delicate and gentle, her soft fingers touching her in ways no man could ever do. Her whole body was tingling as she felt herself getting closer to the edge. Then, Rachel pinched her clit.
Quinn was falling, and Rachel was there to catch her. Her body clamped around Rachel's fingers. She wracked viciously.
Rachel rolled onto her side, sliding her arm around Quinn's waist. Quinn was breathing heavily, and her brow was covered in a thin layer of sweat.
Rachel thought she was beautiful.
Rachel snuggled into the blonde, the hair covering her face. Quinn stroked the girl's face lovingly, and felt tears rolling down her cheek. Her heart stopped.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
Rachel sniffled and kissed the girl on the lips.
"I just love you."