Title: Not One of Them
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Summary: Quinn just wanted to be alone. Rachel just had bad timing.
Disclaimer: Glee is not mine.
Warning: G!P Rachel.
A/N: As you asked, I wrote another chapter. This won't be a long story, though. Thanks for the reviews, guys! You rock. Keep them coming. Oh, and I just wanted to thank the brazilian anon who left that sweet message on my tumblr again. It was very nice of you, obrigada! Well, all mistakes are mine because I'm too lazy to look for them. Sorry about that. Hope you enjoy it!
Quinn slammed her locker shut and turned around with her coldest glare. Seriously, even Santana backed off when she glared like that. But Finn just stood there with a confused frown because he was that stupid.
"But—," he tried again.
"No," she hissed. "You shut the fuck up, Hudson."
She tried to turn around and go to class before she ended up murdering the idiot that once was her boyfriend, but he grabbed her arm to stop her. It was like every person in the hallway held their breath as they waited for the Apocalypse. Quinn slowly turned her head and stared blankly at the big hand in her arm. Just as slowly, she looked up at Finn.
"Take your hand off of me," Quinn said calmly. Her eyes, though, were telling another story. The hazel was bright, shinning with suppressed anger. Finn knew that look — it was fucking pissed Quinn. "Now."
He let go of her and took a step back, finally realizing his mistake. "Quinn, look—."
With just one finger, Quinn shut him up again. She took several steps until she cornered the now quivering boy against the opposite wall, all the eyes never leaving them. The attention gave her power, made her feel breathless. She was about to put Finn Hudson in his place and she would do it in front of the whole school. He would become an example of what happened when someone messed with her. No one messes with Quinn Fabray.
No. Fucking. One.
"It's my turn to talk, Hudson, so you better listen." She made sure to use her emotionless tone, loud enough so everyone could hear her words. "I've dated you over three years. Do you wanna know why I did it? Let me tell you, the truth is that I have no idea. I wasted three years of my life with some worthless idiot that is incapable of paying the bill in a restaurant or opening a door for me."
Finn opened his mouth to protest, but Quinn cut him off again. "Shut up," she hissed. "You think people like you Finn? They don't. They barely tolerate you. And you know why? Because it's fucking exhausting to be around you. You give that creepy smile that you think is cute and say your little jokes and they laugh because, yeah, that's Finn, he's just stupid like that.
"You, Hudson, cheated on me." She turned around to find shocked faces everywhere. "That's right, people! Finn Hudson cheated on me." Turning around to face the boy again, she gave him her best pitiful look. "And you think I'm ashamed of that? I'm not. Actually, I'm kind of relieved because I finally see how much of an idiot you truly are. I mean, I always knew you were an idiot, but that's just... a whole new level, Finn. Even for you. So what? You slept with six or seven girls of my squad and thought I wouldn't find out about it? Such a genius.
"You wanna know what they said about you, sweetheart?" She smirked. "They said that they just didn't feel... anything. Wanna know why? That, sweetheart, is because you are so small. It was like being poked. And I'll have to agree with them, because sex with you, Finn, was the worst thing I've ever had to do in my whole life. It was disgusting. You're disgusting," she added. "One suggestion, honey? Use your fingers next time because your dick can't do the job."
His face was so red Quinn thought it would explode any minute now.
Quinn let her satisfied smirk fall and Finn pressed himself against the wall. Everyone around them took a step back because she had that glare in place.
"I don't wanna see your face or hear your voice anymore, Finn," she spat. "You come anywhere near me and I'll end you. I would destroy you right now if I didn't think you're already doing a great job all by yourself, but try to speak to me again and your life is over. Are we clear?"
When he failed to answer, she grabbed the front of his letterman jacket. "Are we clear?" she repeated with a powerful shake.
"Y-Yeah."
"Good." Quinn let him go with a shove and took a step back. "Now get the hell away from me."
Finn ran — literally ran — down the hall. The students around her were still staring, shocked. She glared at them. "And what the hell are you looking at? The show is over, people. Keep moving!"
Just like Finn, they tried to get away from her as fast as they could. Quinn hid her smirk. To have that kind of power over the entire school felt so good. She had all of them wrapped around her little finger. Without Finn by her side, she had all the power now.
As she looked around the hallway, her eyes found a pair of soft brown ones that made her stop. Rachel was standing a few meters away from her, holding her books against her chest. There was no fear in her eyes, something Quinn noticed with satisfaction. Rachel didn't feel intimidated by her display of dominance. It made the blonde's heart jump because Rachel was the only one in that school she didn't want to intimidate. Not anymore.
Making sure Rachel was looking at her, she winked.
It was fast, but Rachel saw it. Frowning, the diva looked around her, but she was the only one standing there. When she looked back, Quinn had one eyebrow raised that clearly said "yes, idiot, that was for you". The blonde couldn't hold back her chuckle when Rachel gave her that toothy grin.
"Puckerman!"
The boy turned around with a wolfish smile as the blonde HBIC came to a stop beside him. The Cheerio that he'd been flirting with looked at her captain with fear written all over her face. Just that morning, Quinn made half of the girls of the squad pass out during practice. The last thing she wanted was to be anywhere near the blonde.
"You." Quinn pointed at her and the girl whimpered. "Out."
In a matter of seconds, the Cheerio was nowhere to be found.
"That was hot," Puck said as he leaned against a row of lockers. "Heard you're single now, babe. Looking for fun? I can help you with that."
Quinn sneered. "You're disgusting."
"Whatever." He shrugged. "What can I do for you, Q?"
She opened the notebook she was holding and riped out the last page. After one last look, she gave him the paper and watched as Puck read what was written.
"What the hell is this?" he asked with a frown after he finished.
"It's a list." Quinn smiled sweetly and somehow that was even scarier than her cold glare. "I want everyone in this list slushied until the end of the day."
Puck looked at her like she'd lost her mind.
"What the fuck, Q? You want the football team and the Cheerios to be slushied? Because that's basically all the names in this fucking list." He looked down again and read some of the names. "What are you trying to do?"
"Make a point," was her only response. She closed her notebook with a flourish. "That's what you're going to do, Puck. Tell them I'm the one on top around here and every single slushie attack now needs my permission. If someone goes against my orders, there are going to be consequences."
Puck shook his head. "How am I supposed to do this, Q?"
"That's your problem, Puck."
Without another word, she turned around and walked away from him. It was only the start, she told herself. That damn school belonged to her and she would do whatever she wanted with it. She was almost at the end of the hall when she stopped. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that Puck was still where she left him, frowning down at the list.
She smirked.
"Puck." She waited for him to look up. "You're not an exception."
After that, she went to class like nothing happened.
Rachel was walking around the school with wide eyes. Seriously, she couldn't remember the last time she blinked. It was almost lunch and no one slushied her yet. The last time that happened was in the beginning of the year and that was because they slushied her so many times in the previous day that there was no more slushie in the machine. There was something wrong going on, she just knew it.
As she went to her locker to change her books, she passed a group of cheerleaders that glared at her like always and a guy from the hokey team that tried to trip her. Ignoring them, she continued to walk, eyes darting everywhere in suspicion.
When the conversation around her died, she knew what was about to happen. All the heads turned to Noah Puckerman as he entered the hall with a big red cup in one hand and a confident smirk on his face.
She knew it. She just freaking knew it!
Years of experience taught her to close her eyes and hug her books closer to her chest because getting slushie in your eyes and inside your top was the worst thing that could happen during a slushie attack. So, she did just that, making sure to close her mouth, too. After all the abuse, just the smell of a slushie was enough to make her sick.
That's why she didn't see what happened next. As she pressed her back against the nearer locker to protect herself, Puck didn't even payed her any attention. He just kept walking.
Rachel waited. And waited. Nothing came.
Curious, she opened only one eye just in time to see Puck slushing Azimio Adams. The taller boy screamed — it was kind of a shriek, really — and started to frantically rub his eyes. The people around just stared as Puck threw the empty cup on the floor and whispered something to a blind Azimio before going away.
As Azimio whined and continued to rub his eyes, Rachel quickly walked toward him and grabbed his hands to stop his movements. He struggled against her hold, trying to free himself. "Azimio, stop," she said and he did just because he couldn't believe Rachel Berry was the one talking to him right now. "If you keep doing that, it'll make it worse. You have to wash your eyes with water." Taking one of his big hands, she started to pull him toward the nearest bathroom.
"This stings like a bitch," he whined.
"I know," she mumbled.
They got to the bathroom door and Rachel hesitated only a second before going in. There was nothing in there she hadn't seen before, anyway. Luckily, there was no one in there at the moment, so she guided Azimio to the sink. As the boy washed his eyes, she went to grab some paper towels.
"Here." She offered him the paper towels and he accepted them in silence. Rachel watched him dry his red eyes with a small frown. "Is it better now?"
Azimio shrugged. "A bit."
"It will pass in the next hour, don't worry," she said. "You should wash it again later, though. Go to the nurse if it doesn't stop."
Before he could say anything else, she quickly exited the bathroom and left him alone. As she walked toward her last class before lunch, she wondered if there was something wrong with her. Just the day prior she comforted and had sex with her biggest tormentor and now she helped another bully that didn't deserve it. Wasn't she supposed to hate this people? They tortured her every day for years. To see them sad should make her happy, right?
But then she thought about Quinn crying in a empty locker room, her beautiful hazel eyes red and puffy as tears streamed down her angelic face. How was she supposed to hate that? Maybe seeing her so vulnerable maid her more... human. Quinn wasn't pure evil like some people thought. The Ice Queen had emotions, too. And a heart that could break just like hers. She remembered the wink Quinn sent her way that morning and couldn't stop her silly grin. Just like her harsh words could upset her, little gestures like that could make her warm inside.
Seeing Azimio get slushied was a surprise, though. Why did Puck do that in the first place? Both of them were in the football team, they were friends or so she thought. It didn't make sense. She also didn't know why she helped the boy. Something about seeing him so helpless, maybe.
Rachel sighed. She was just incapable of hating people, apparently.
A hard push took her by surprise and her shoulder hit the lockers with a loud thump. Her books that she had yet to change fell to the floor and were kicked away from her. The sound of laughter reached her ears and some guys from the football team circled her. When she tried to go after her books, one of them pushed her back. She winced when her shoulder hit the lockers once again; it was going to bruise.
"Don't come close, freak," the one that pushed her said. Rachel just waited as he and his friends kicked another one of her books — her new copy of Wicked, she noticed with a pout — and turned around to leave. She frowned as Azimio, red eyes and stained letterman jacket, high-fived the boy and laughed with the others.
She shook her head as she bent down to pick up her books. Her life would be so much easier if she could just hate them all.
Rachel chose the auditorium that day. It was her favorite place in school and she loved to just sit there and look at the big stage in front of her, imagining. She would think about her future, New York and Broadway. Her dreams. It felt good to forget about Lima for an hour. Sometimes she would go up there and sing random songs or play the piano, but she decided to stay quiet today. With the small salad her Dad made sitting beside her, she opened her book carefully and eyed the footprint on the first page with teary eyes.
So focused on trying to clean her book, she didn't notice the blonde that opened the big door of the auditorium. For a few minutes, Quinn just stood there in silence as she watched the small girl trying to fix her book. She started to feel like a creep, though, so she cleared her throat to get the girl's attention.
Startled, Rachel looked up as she tried to hide her damaged book behind her back. When she saw it was Quinn the person that invaded her sanctuary, she relaxed a bit, but not entirely. Beside the wink, Quinn didn't knowledge her anytime during the day. They didn't have many classes together, mostly because Rachel was taking every AP classes she could. The wink earlier had been... friendly, almost like she was flirting with her, but that was it. To be honest, she was expecting Quinn to go back to super bitch mode the moment she stepped out of the locker room, but there was something different about the blonde. She had no idea where they stood — enemies, friends, lovers? — or how she should act around her, so she waited for Quinn to make the first move.
Her eyes never left hazel ones as the cheerleader walked toward her. When Quinn stopped in front of her seat, she still wait for her to talk first. She didn't know what to say, anyway, and feared what would come out of her mouth if she opened it.
"I was looking for you," Quinn finally said.
Okay, not exactly what she was expecting, but she could work with that.
"Well, I told you I never go to the cafeteria." She shrugged. "I usually come here because it's always empty and I can have a moment to myself, you know?"
Quinn frowned. "Oh." Her eyes traveled around the big room before coming back to hers. "Do you want to be alone, Berry? I can go..."
It was Rachel's turn to frown because Quinn sounded almost disappointed, like she actually wanted to stay and do... what? Talk? It was something she never imagined happening, really. But then she remembered the girl she held for a few minutes and the way she smiled at her, sweet and sincere. Just another girl, she told herself. Quinn is just another girl.
"You're welcome to stay, Quinn," she said, gesturing toward the empty seat beside her.
Nodding, Quinn let her backpack fall to the floor and sat down gracefully. It was kind of awkward after that because, like before, Rachel had no idea what to say. She rolled her eyes at herself. This gorgeous girl she had sex with was sitting beside her and she was just sitting there like an idiot. But, come one, what was she supposed to do? Quinn wasn't saying anything, either.
She was about to open her mouth to say something embarrassing, probably, when Quinn picked her backpack up.
"I have something for you," she said with a small smile. After a few seconds, she took a small paper wrap out and offered it to her almost shyly. Was she... blushing? "I noticed you're eating salad today, but I wanted you to have it, anyway. I made it myself."
Rachel opened the wrap to find a peanut butter and jelly sandwich inside. Just like the wink, this small gesture made her warm inside and she was grinning again when she looked up. Really, she just wanted to lean in and kiss the other girl, but she didn't know how Quinn would react. If it'd been a few days ago, she thought Quinn would just punch her in the face until she passed out, but now she wasn't sure anymore. The possibility of Quinn kissing her back again was enough to leave her breathless.
"Thank you, Quinn!"
The blonde chuckled as she took a bite out of the sandwich. "It's just a sandwich, Berry."
Noticing Quinn didn't have anything to eat again, Rachel tried to split the sandwich in two. It didn't work out, of course, and one half ended up a lot bigger than the other, but she didn't care. Keeping the smaller one, she gave the other part to a definitely blushing Quinn now, who accepted it with another small smile.
Just like the prior day, they ate in a comfortable silence. Rachel wordlessly offered her salad to Quinn, too, but the blonde shook her head no. It was only after they were finished did Quinn speak again.
"Did you tell anyone about yesterday?"
It was a simple question and Rachel tried to read Quinn's face, looking for apprehension or dread. There was nothing; Quinn's face was perfectly emotionless, not giving anything away. It wouldn't be surprising if she found anything, though. She reasoned someone in Quinn's position wouldn't want the whole school to find out she slept with the biggest freak around there.
But she didn't have to worry, Rachel thought with a sad smile. Rachel hadn't told anyone about their little moment in the locker room and wasn't planing to tell. Even if she did, there was simply no one to listen to her, anyway.
"No," she answered.
Quinn saw the way her shoulders slumped and internally berated herself for upsetting the diva. Looking around for some sort of distraction, her eyes fell on the book that was lying on the brunette's lap.
"Wicked?" she read.
The reaction was immediate. Rachel's brown eyes lit up and her smile came back at full force as she ran her fingers over the cover of the book almost reverently.
"It's my favorite book and I love the musical," Rachel explained excitedly. "Have you ever heard of it?" Quinn shook her head no and bit her lower lip to hold back her laughter at Rachel's outraged face. "Quinn Fabray! What is wrong with you?" She crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm sorry but I don't think we can be friends after this."
One blonde eyebrow went up slowly and Rachel felt a shiver run down her spine because, damn, that eyebrow was so sexy.
"Really?" Quinn said calmly as she started to lean in. "Well, that sucks. But, you know what? It's okay because I don't want us to be friends, anyway."
And then she kissed her.
Rachel moaned as Quinn's hands grabbed the front of her blue dress — a simple one because she gave up using her nice clothes to school a long time ago — and pulled her closer. The armrest of the seat was getting in the way, though, so Rachel tried to get up without breaking the kiss. Her plan was to kneel between the blonde's bare legs, something she dreamed to do for quite some time now, but Quinn was having none of it. Before she could understand what happened, the small diva found herself sitting on the blonde's lap, strong arms circling her waist.
The blonde's hands were everywhere. As Quinn's tongue invaded her mouth, her fingers traveled down her back and thighs. It was overwhelming.
"I thought about you all night," Quinn whispered against her lips before gently bitting the lower one, making the diva moan. "I couldn't stop thinking about your legs and your mouth..." Her hand ran up said legs until it disappeared under Rachel's dress. She chuckled when the diva whimpered helplessly. "And I definitely couldn't stop thinking about your big cock, Rachel."
"Holy fuck, Quinn..."
Quinn could feel Rachel's member hardening under her palm.
"You wanna know what I did while I thought about your big cock?" she teased. "I fucked myself so hard, Berry. I did it until I couldn't take it anymore. But it still wasn't the same thing because my fingers can't feel me up like you do."
She couldn't take it anymore.
With one last hard kiss to shut the blonde up, Rachel got up from Quinn's lap and knelt in front of her (finally!). Her dick was so hard it was almost painful, so she yanked the cheerleader's spankies and underwear down her legs and lifted her dress enough to free herself. Not bothering to take anything else off — she didn't have the time or the patience to do so —, she positioned herself and entered the other girl with one swift thrust.
Being inside Quinn again felt as perfect as the first time. She thrust harder, trying to go deeper inside the blonde and looking for that spot that made Quinn moan her name. The sounds coming out from Quinn's mouth were driving her crazy and she knew she wouldn't last munch longer, not after the blonde's teasing and, come on, she was fucking Quinn Fabray again; just thinking about it was enough to make her come.
Rachel grabbed Quinn's legs and pulled her even closer to the edge of the seat. One of her hands went to the blonde's clit and she started circling it, bringing the girl closer to her orgasm as she finally found that damn spot.
"Oh, there!" Quinn moaned as her fingers tangled in her hair. "Again, Rach! Fucking there."
A few more thrusts and Quinn was coming, her walls clenching around her. Rachel finally let herself go with a high pitched moan, her hips never stopping until the last wave of pleasure ran over her. Quinn slumped back against the seat as Rachel slid out of her gently. Too tired to get up, the small diva only rested her head on the blonde's lap and closed her eyes.
Quinn was content to just run her fingers through Rachel's silky hair and bask in the afterglow, but the diva had other ideas in mind.
"Quinn?" she called softly.
The blonde hummed.
"Why are you doing this?" She felt the girl tense above her and her hand quickly stopped its ministration. "I mean, like you said, we are not friends. It was only yesterday that you were throwing a slushie at my face. But then you were crying and we were talking and we had sex, for God's sake. We just had sex right now. I'm just... confused."
She lifted her head just enough to look at the blonde's face. It was blank like she expected.
"Don't you hate me?"
The question was barely a whisper, but it was loud enough for Quinn to hear it. Something inside the blonde broke and her cold mask was immediately replaced by soft hazel eyes. It was such a rare look to the blonde that it made her look like another person entirely, someone Rachel was meeting for the first time — the warmth behind the Ice Queen act that nobody had ever seen.
"I thought I did," Quinn said as her hand started to play with her hair again. "You know, I always saw you like the annoying theater geek that everybody picked on because you were different. I wanted to be on top, Rachel, and going after you was the easiest way. It was what they expected of me. You never gave me a reason to hate you, though."
Rachel frowned. "I threw spaghetti on you."
"True." Quinn chuckled. "But that's not what I am talking about, dork. Everyday, I said mean things to you about your clothes and your family and your... condition. I was such a bitch to you and you never did anything about it. You didn't try to hurt me back. It frustrated me so much that you could just ignore me, so I kept going and going and I— I wanted to break you, Rachel.
"You see, I never trusted anyone in my life. I don't let them get close to me because I don't want to get hurt. Finn was... well, I didn't love him. But I liked him enough to keep him as my boyfriend for years. And then he cheated on me. It made me so mad at myself because I let him get close. What you saw when you entered that locker room, you didn't see me crying because I was sad. I was just... frustrated. You could have turned around and gone to some bathroom or even laughed at my face, I don't know. Instead, you sat with me and talked."
Quinn shook her head. "I don't hate you, Rachel. When you offered me your lunch and said I didn't need to be nice to you because you would be nice for the both of us, I finally understood that it was never hate. You're so different from everyone around here and I'm not talking about your not-so-little friend down there," she said with a smirk as Rachel blushed lightly. "You're... caring. And so sweet. See, I could never hate you because you don't hate me. You intrigue me, Rachel Berry."
"What about the sex?" Rachel pressed.
"To be honest, I'm not sure how that happened," she admitted. "It just did. But I don't regret it. After three years putting up with Finn, I think I deserve some good sex. And so do you, Rachel."
"So... this isn't some kind of joke, right?"
The uncertainty in the brunette's face frustrated the blonde as much as it made her sad. She couldn't blame her, though. Rachel had no reason to trust her, not after everything she did to her.
"No, dork, this isn't a joke," she assured the girl and gently pulled at her hair. The affectioned action made Rachel smile. "I'm not going to go back to bitch mode around you, okay? Honestly, I don't think I can. And about the sex, I really would like to do it again. In a bed, preferably. Fucking in this seat is hot, but it definitely isn't comfortable. What do you say?"
Rachel contemplated everything the blonde said. It was so hard to believe that this gorgeous girl in front of her wanted her. Somewhere along the road of abuse and insults, she started to believe no one would ever look at her like Quinn was doing right now. Still, here was the blonde, not only telling her she didn't regret doing it, but that she wanted to continue doing it.
Quinn didn't hate her, Rachel thought. Quinn wanted her.
Instead of answering her, Rachel simply leaned up and connected their lips once again. The kiss was slow and gentle — new. And when it ended, she gave the blonde her best toothy grin because she was happy. For the first time in a long time, she was truly content.
"Thank you," she said before pecking Quinn's lips quickly.
The blonde shook her head as she let her fingers caress Rachel's face, running down her cheekbone and over her jaw. "Don't ever thank me, dork."
Rachel opened her mouth to protest, probably, but then Quinn kissed her again.
It didn't take long for her to forget about it.
Quinn was leaning against her car with her icy mask back in place. Students passed by her in a hurry to get the hell away from school. From where she parked that morning, she could see the small brunette making her way toward her blue Prius. It was only when Rachel stopped beside the car did the blonde notice that someone wrote something on the rear window.
Tranny.
The urge to punch someone was overwhelming. Quinn watched as Rachel tried to clean it, but apparently it wasn't coming off. Giving up, the brunette just got in the car and drove away. It made her even angrier when some people laughed and pointed to the car and, God, she used to be one of them. What the hell was wrong with her?
"Q!"
Still fuming, she saw Puck walking toward her. The mohawked boy was spotting a nasty black eye and was also limping. Seeing her death glare, he took a step back and lifted her hands to shield his bruised face.
"Did you do it?" she spat.
"Yeah, It's done." He reached inside the pocket of his letterman jacket and grabbed the damn list. "Everyone in the list was slushied like you asked. As you can see, some of them didn't really enjoy it," he said pointing to his face.
Quinn raised an eyebrow. "Who did that? Karofsky?"
"Santana."
Stupid question. Of course it was Santana. "Good," she said. Taking her list back from his hand, she crossed her arms. "I have one last question. Who vandalized Berry's car today, Puck?"
The boy frowned. "How the hell am I supposed to know? Anyone could've done it, Q."
"Think," she growled.
Visibly terrified, he tried to remember anything. "I-I think I heard about it earlier. During lunch. Some of the Cheerios were talking about doing something to the Hobbit's car."
Quinn's eyes narrowed. "I want names."
"Julies," he said. "Bianca Julies and Taylor White. That's all I can remember. Can I go now?" Puck wanted nothing more than to get the hell away from the blonde. Quinn was hot, but she could be scary as fuck when she wanted to be.
"One last thing." The blonde bent down to get the big red cup that was sitting beside her on the floor. Puck hadn't noticed it until that moment. "Like I told you earlier, Puck, you're not an exception." With one swift move, she tossed the grape slushie on the shocked boys face. "Remember what I said. I'm the one on top around here, Puck, and every slushie attack needs my permission. Are we clear?"
"Yeah," he mumbled.
"Good." She threw the empty cup away. "You can go now."
She watched him disappear inside his old truck and drive away. The first part of her plan was done and now she could start the second one. They needed to know no one was safe and that she wouldn't hesitate to bring them down. Now that they knew she wasn't playing around, she could finally focus on making Rachel off-limits.
And she would start by killing some Cheerios.