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: Alright, let me tell you now that there are lots of mistakes in this. Sorry ): Anyway, thank you guys so much for all your awesome reviews! You rock. I hate you all a little bit, though. This was supposed to be a one-shot, people. Only this chapter is almost 10k. It became a monster! I blame all of you, really do. Kidding ;) Hope you enjoy it!
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Quinn entered the locker room with two cups of coffee. It wasn't even six yet and all the squad was waiting for her outside already.
"Bitch!"
Well, not all the squad, after all.
"Santana," Quinn retorted with a smirk.
The Latina glared at her. "Who the fuck do you think you are, Barbie?" she spat. "You think you can send fucking Puckerman with a slushie after me and get away with it? I'll ends you, puta!"
Quinn rolled her eyes. "San—."
"Have you lost your mind, Q?" the brunette continued. "Are you fucking crazy? What the hell is wrong with you? You can do whatever you want, but try something like that again with me and you are dead. Do you hear me, blondie? Fucking dead!"
As Santana panted dramatically, Quinn waited with one eyebrow raised and an annoyed expression on her face.
"Are you done?" the blonde asked after a few minutes.
Crossing her arms over her chest, Santana narrowed her dark eyes.
"Is that coffee mine?"
"Yep."
"Than, yeah, I'm done," she said and reached for one of the cups.
Quinn stepped back and leaned against the lockers as Santana happily sipped her coffee. It was something they did every morning practice. Santana wasn't her friend exactly, but she was the closest someone ever got to that. They were too much alike, both alphas, and it was impossible for them not to fight. But when they weren't trying to kill the other — and, let's face it, that happened almost every other minute —, it was okay. Quinn was a bitch, Santana was a bitch; they were like monsters together.
A hot nightmare.
Those calm moments when they stayed quiet and drank coffee weren't rare (Santana really loved her coffee), it happened every morning before school started. But the rest of the school never saw it and that was what both girls wanted. Outside, they were seen like wide animals ready to rip the other's head off at any moment. Inside that locker, though, they'd sit down and talk like (almost) civil human beings.
"I have to talk to you," Quinn said when the other girl finished her drink. It was never safe to talk with her before she finished. She tried before and it didn't end well. At all. "I need you to do something for me."
Santana huffed. "Why do I feel it'll be something I won't like?"
"You probably won't." Quinn shrugged. "But you'll do it."
"Why so sure, Barbie?"
"Because you own me, Lopez," was the blonde's calm response.
It was something they didn't talk about, but it happened anyway. In the beginning of their Sophomore year, Santana changed a lot. She became more violent, more angry; everything made her mad. People started to pull away from her because she stopped talking and only opened her mouth to scream hurtful things. Only Brittany stayed... and Quinn, surprisingly. That was when the coffee started; the blonde became Head Cheerio that year and she chose Santana as her second in command because the school feared them, but also because Santana needed the position — the power. Two months later, the Latina started dating Brittany. Quinn saw the looks they were getting and she heard the stupid rumors, so she simply stopped them. She used her position to protect the two girls that were closer to her.
They never spoke about it. Santana never asked for help, but Quinn did it anyway. The blonde never thought of it as a favor or something, she just did it because it was the right thing to do. Even though she would never admit it, Santana needed help to keep Brittany safe. Quinn wanted to help. So she just did it.
And now it was her turn to keep someone else safe and Santana was her best and only choice. Quinn knew the Latina wouldn't help her if she just asked. Unlike her, Santana was there when Rachel's secret was exposed; she saw what people did and said to the girl. Hell, she was responsible for a great part of the harassment that the tiny girl suffered.
But Quinn Fabray always got what she wanted, and she would make Santana protect Rachel. It probably wasn't fair to do what she was doing — to ask how she was asking —, but it didn't matter to her. She was going to do it anyway.
Santana shook her head and sighed. "What the hell, Q?"
"I know—," Quinn started to say, but stopped. She wanted to snap and fight because that was how she always talked to Santana, it was how they communicated, but there was something in the other girl's eyes that made her stop. "Look, S, I just need you to do this, okay?"
For a few moments, they just looked at each other. The Latina finally nodded her head.
"What do you want?"
"I'm making Rachel Berry off-limits," Quinn said calmly before taking a sip from her coffee. "And I need you to make sure no one gets anywhere near her."
The bark of laughter was a reaction Quinn expected. For someone that didn't know what happened in the other locker room, it would sound like a joke. As her second in command guffawed beside her, the blonde girl patiently waited, sipping at her almost cold cup of coffee.
It took Santana a few minutes to notice Quinn's unamused eyebrow that was raised. She stopped laughing immediately.
"Q, you're kidding, right?" she asked with a smirk. "Come on! It's RuPaul we are talking about."
"First of all," Quinn said. "Don't call her that. I don't wanna hear anymore stupid nickname." She lifted one finger when Santana opened her mouth. "Second. I'm not kidding, S. That's what I want from you and that's what you'll be doing for the next week or so. Just until I prove my point. I want Berry away from all the bullies around here and I want the name of every idiot that tries to go against my orders. Are we clear?"
Santana scoffed. "You can't be serious! What are you trying to do?" Her dark eyes narrowed. "Is this some cruel prank or something? Like, make her feel safe and then destroy her completely... Because that's mean, Quinn, even for you."
"It's not a prank," was Quinn's only response.
"Whatever. I refuse to follow fucking Berry around like a dog," Santana sneered.
Quinn rolled her eyes. "I don't care, Santana." Her coffee was completely cold by now, so she just threw the cup away. "Get over it," she said firmly and, ignoring Santana's intense glare, she walked out of the locker room.
xxx
"Stop!" Quinn screamed and watched in satisfaction as some of the girls tripped and fell to the floor. They were exhausted, all of them were. She made the whole squad run around the field for half an hour before starting the new routine for the next competition and she made them work until she saw perfection. And then, when they finally thought it was over, she made them run around the field all over again.
The girls walked quickly toward the blonde captain. Quinn didn't want to stop, but classes started in twenty minutes and she couldn't hold them all for much longer.
"Are you tired, girls?" Quinn asked sweetly and smirked when the girls frantically shook their heads no. "That's what I though. I want that routine to be perfect until the end of the week," she said. "We'll meet again tomorrow at the same time. Don't be late.
"Two more thing before you go. You all got slushied yesterday," she continued calmly. "If you don't want it to happen again, I suggest you do what I said. No more slushie attacks unless I say so. Do you understand? Nod!" The whole squad nodded. "Good. Now, I want to tell you the new rule around here: Rachel Berry is no longer the primary target around here. She is off-limits from now on. No, it's not a joke or a prank. I mean it, people! You want to keep your uniform? So you better do what I say." She glared at all of them. "Do not go after her. Do you understand? Nod!" They nodded again. "Good. Now get the hell out of here. You stink."
Quinn smirked when they basically sprinted toward the locker room.
"White! Julies!"
Both girls stopped and turned around with wide eyes, staring at her with fear.
"Not so fast, girls," the blonde said and gestured for them to come closer. "I'm not done with you yet." She waited as they slowly walked back. "Alright. So, I heard that the two of you like to write funny things on other people's cars. Am I correct?"
Taylor shook her head as Bianca opened her mouth. "Q-Quinn, no! We can explain. It was just—," she tried to say, but Quinn cut her off with one raised finger. The captain's blank face was replaced by her best cold glare and the other girls took a step back.
"I do not care, Julies," she said. "Would you find it funny if I asked for someone to write 'cheating bitch' on your back window? Because Taylor here told the whole squad last month that you slept with your boyfriend's brother. Well, if you really think it's that funny, I can do it. What do you say?"
Bianca glared at the girl beside her for a second before turning back to the HBIC and silently shook her head no.
"Thought so." Quinn smirked. "Now, girls, if you look down, you will see four bags by the bench. Julies, you'll grab the green ones. White, you'll grab the red ones. I hope you guys are willing to run a lit bit more. And do not let the bags fall. Trust me, you don't wanna know what will happen to you if you do."
They went to pick up the bags and Quinn watched with delight as they groaned.
"What's in here?" Taylor asked with a frown.
Quinn shrugged. "Oh, you know... it's just sand. The green ones have four pounds each, that's why they are smaller." She walked toward the girls and leaned closer to Taylor. "Yours, White, have six pounds each. Just a advice: next time you sleep with my boyfriend, make sure I don't find out," the blonde whispered to the frightened cheerleader. "Okay, girls, that's enough talk. I hope you don't mind being late for class because you're not stopping until I say so. I don't wanna see anyone fainting or puking on my field. Am I clear? Nod!" They nodded. "Good. Try something again like that little stunt you did yesterday and you'll be off the Cheerios faster than you can sleep with your boyfriend's brother. And Julies here proved that she can do it pretty fast, uh? Now, run!"
And they took off toward the field with the sand bags. For the first five minutes, Quinn watched them struggle with satisfaction. It was only when one of the freshman cheerleaders came out of the locker room that she turned away from the running girls.
"Jackson!"
The poor girl almost tripped in her hurry to get to her. "Y-Yes, Quinn."
"You'll stay here to make sure those two don't stop. If they do, you text me and I'll deal with them later."
"Alright," the younger girl said quietly. "But... when will they stop?"
Shrugging, the captain picked up her bag. "I'm not sure. Maybe second period," she mussed. "If one of them faint, slap them awake and make them run again. I'll see you later."
With one last glare toward the field, she went back to her locker to get ready to her first period.
xxx
Rachel was grabbing her books from her locker when someone pushed her against it. Groaning, she tried to push the person back, but they had her pinned. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the red uniform and images of Quinn filled her head immediately, but then she looked up and her eyes locked with darker ones, not the hazel she was expecting. She gulped.
"Hobbit," Santana sneered.
Santana Lopez had been Rachel's biggest tormentor until the start of High School, when Quinn took over. The two brunettes had known each other since they were little and no one knew about Rachel's secret. Since then, the Latina loved to make fun of Rachel. Everything was an excuse for her: her nose, her height, her clumsiness, her dads. And when Rachel thought Santana couldn't find another reason to mock her, Nancy Brown decided to end her life and pushed her damn shorts down her skinny legs. Fuck Nancy Brown! For the next two years, Santana showed to her that she could be as creative as she could be cruel, a combination Rachel did not find pleasant.
The worst part, though, was that Santana ended up being Rachel's first crush because, apparently, she had a thing for mean girls — why were they so hot anyway? Seriously, it's just not fair!
Until Quinn freaking Fabray glared at her with spaghetti all over her nice front, Santana had been the only girl to turn Rachel on. She would probably murder her if she ever found out about it, so Rachel made sure to keep her, hmmm, infatuation a secret. It was already embarrassing enough that her first hard on ever happened after Santana whispered some insult to her. Rachel couldn't even remember what she said because her mind only registered the girl's close proximity and her warm breath on her ear and then—.
Like she said, it was simply embarrassing.
After Quinn moved to Lima, though, the Latina took a step back and watched the blonde beauty take over. Rachel never understood why, though, because Santana was meant to be the next HBIC. When she started to date Brittany, she became a completely different person. Santana would walk down the hallway with the blue eyed blonde and smile sweetly — lovingly —, something Rachel wasn't even aware she was capable of (didn't people need hearts to do that?). Oh, she was still the devil when Brittany wasn't around to tame her and she would occasionally throw a slushie or water or juice — or a freaking notebook because she didn't have anything else in hands at the moment — at the diva's face, but everyone else did, too. She wasn't sure when it happened, but Santana became just another bully for her.
And now, with the scary Latina pressing her against a locker and glaring down at her, she remembered the old fantasies she used to have when they were younger. Oh, the old times... How Rachel didn't miss them.
"You," Santana growled, bringing her back to the present. "keep your mouth shut."
Confused, the diva let out a squeal as the Latina grabbed the front of her sweater and pulled her toward the center of the hallway. The other students watched, amused, probably expecting some sort of show.
"Alright, people, listen up!" the Latina shouted.
Immediately, everyone around them stopped talking and waited for her to continue. Santana let go of the smaller brunette and Rachel took a step away from her, huffing as she went.
"From now on," she continued when it was silent. "The Hobbit over there is off-limits." She pointed toward a wide eyed Rachel. "Anyone who messes with the Thing is going to suffer the consequences. And for that, I actually mean that I'm going to kick your asses. That goes for you, Karofsky," she said and glared at the tall boy. "Don't make me castrate you because I will."
No one dared to say anything after she was over. They were all just looking at her with confused faces, waiting to see if there was something else so they could understand what was going on because Santana Lopez just made Rachel Berry off-limits. It was something no one saw coming.
"Spread the word," was the last thing she said before grabbing Rachel's sweater again and dragging her away.
Rachel was still trying to understand what the hell was going on because she woke up that morning prepared for hell and now she was off-limits. She didn't know how that happened. Seriously, she packed four different outfits for the day and now she wasn't getting any slushie attacks anymore? Since the first day of freshman year, she received at least two slushies per day. It happened so many times it became a routine.
"What?" she squealed, finally finding her voice. Looking around, she noticed they were now inside some bathroom. How they got there, though, Rachel would never know. "What's going on?"
"That, Midget, it's what I wanna know," Santana said as she pushed her against the sink. "Imagine my surprise when Quinn asked me to look after your hairy ass this morning when I was so sure she hated your face just yesterday. She didn't tell me why I needed to do it and I know Q enough to know I'm not going to get an answer from her. So I'm going to get it from you."
Rachel frowned. "Quinn made you do this?"
"Yup," the Latina said. Her dark eyes narrowed. "The question now is why?"
Just as Rachel was opening her mouth to answer her, the bell rang. The diva let out a relieved breath as Santana glared at the closed door of the bathroom. She flinched away from her when the Latina looked back at her.
"This is not over, Midget," she growled. "Let me tell you what's going to happen. I want you to wait at the door of every class I have for the day. Do you understand? You are going to carry my things and follow me wherever I go always two steps behind me. We are not equal, I refuse to walk beside you."
Rachel huffed, outraged. "I'm not a dog, Santana."
"Of course not, you're not that big." She smirked. "Maybe a squirrel."
"That's— that's offensive!"
"Whatever." The Latina shrugged. As the smaller girl glared at her, she trusted her backpack toward her and turned around. "Remember, Midget, two steps." And then she exited the bathroom before Rachel could protest.
When she reached the end of the hallway, Santana looked over her shoulder and saw that Rachel was indeed walking behind her. Her eyes narrowed when she saw where Rachel's eyes were gazing.
"Berry, stop staring at my ass!"
The other girl looked up and blushed.
Damn cruel bitches and their hot asses. Again, so not fair.
xxx
That was what hell was like, Rachel was sure of it. And Santana Lopez was Satan.
The tiny diva did what Santana told her to, more out of fear than anything else. When the bell rang, she would quickly make her way to the other girl's class, where the Latina would greet her with a insult and a glare. She carried the girl's things around, her backpack and her books, always two steps behind her.
Some people tried to go against her orders two or three times. She really shouldn't have been surprised that the girl literally kicked their asses because that's exactly what she said she would do. Poor Azimio; the boy wouldn't be able to walk normally for the next few days, that's for sure.
The worst came when they were alone. Their time together brought back the old Santana, the girl that loved to put gum in her hair and trow mud on her dress. While she didn't let anyone else do it, she used every opportunity she got to mock the diva. It was like they were little kids again; Santana would say some hurtful words and call her names and, God, she was so immature! But Rachel couldn't help but feel like that little girl again.
And she hated it.
She wanted to hit the girl with her unbelievably heavy book and just shut her up, she was that angry. At the same time, though, she was scared. Just like she had been all those years ago, she was afraid of what would happen if she fought back. Santana was taller and stronger, always had been. And, as much as she changed over the years, as much as she matured and learned to deal with the torment, her situation never changed. Santana was still the popular, pretty girl and she was still the loser freak.
Santana shoved her things at her for the hundredth time that day and sneered, making her take a step back.
God, she just wanted that day to be over already.
xxx
Rachel was more than ready to go home. After the final bell rang, Santana gave her one last glare before Brittany came out of nowhere and took her away. Finally free, the diva was about to exit the school when a hand grabbed the back of her sweater and pulled her back.
"Santana, let me go!" she shouted in frustration because she was so sure she wouldn't have to deal with the Latina for the rest of the day. But, to her surprise, she found a pair of amused hazel eyes when she turned around, not the almost black ones she expected to see. "Quinn! God, I'm sorry for— I didn't mean to— Crap, sorry."
The blonde chuckled. "It's alright, Berry." She smirked. "How was your day with Santana? Enjoyable, I hope."
"You have no idea," the diva grumbled. "I think that's the cruelest thing you've ever done to me until today, Quinn."
"I can't be that bad..."
When the girl glared at her, she chuckled again. It was Santana they were talking about; it was really that bad.
"I know you don't like it," Quinn said calmly. "And Santana doesn't like it, but I need her to look after you."
Rachel huffed. "I don't want anyone looking after me."
For years, she was alone and she had been fine. She didn't need help and she certainly didn't need a bitchy bodyguard that kept insulting her every other minute. Yeah, it was awesome that she didn't receive any slushie attack that day and she really enjoyed when Santana punched that idiot's face that tried to trip her before third period, but she didn't need it. The protection was nice, but having to deal with the Latina's crap all day was almost as exhausting as dealing with the harassment of the rest of the school.
"Please."
That single word, one simple freaking word, was all it took to make her melt. Quinn was looking at her with open eyes and — oh, Jesus, was she pouting? Groaning, Rachel tried to look away from the adorable display in front of her, but she couldn't stop looking!
"Just... stop!" she said. "Stop with the pouting. That's not fair!"
Quinn narrowed her eyes. "Five more days."
"Oh, no way!" Rachel shook her head. "One more."
"Five," the blonde pressed with one raised eyebrow to intimidate her.
"Two!"
"Four and that's it." Quinn raised one finger when the diva opened her mouth to protest. "Four more days, Berry. That's all I'm asking for." She pouted a little. "... Please."
Glaring at her, Rachel reluctantly nodded her head and watched as the blonde's pout became a triumphant smile in no time. God, she just agreed to four more days of following Santana Lopez around. She honestly didn't think she could survive that.
"Hey, don't be like that," the blonde teased her. She ran one finger down the diva's chest and stomach over her sweater, smirking when Rachel gulped. The effect she had on the other girl never failed to amaze her. Leaning closer, she pressed her mouth against the girl's ear. "I'll make it up to you."
As Rachel tried to understand what the hell was going on, the blonde grabbed her hand and guided her toward the front door. The parking lot was almost empty by now and Rachel easily spotted the other girl's shinny black Porsche.
"Where is your car?" Quinn asked her.
Looking again at the girl's car, she felt herself blushing in embarrassment. "At home," she quietly admitted. She didn't have time to clean it the night prior. "I was just going to walk."
The diva wasn't meeting her eyes and Quinn could tell she was uncomfortable, so she quickly changed the topic.
"Do you have somewhere to be right now?"
"Not really," Rachel said. She was planing on just going home and doing her homework before practicing a little. Maybe cleaning her car, too.
Quinn nodded, satisfied.
"Good. You're coming with me."
Without waiting for a response, she pulled Rachel toward her car by her hand. She opened the passenger door for her — something Finn never did to her, she remembered with a scowl — and watched as Rachel hesitated.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"My place."
It was said in a calm tone, but Quinn was anything but calm. The idea of having the tiny girl in her house — in her bedroom — made her really nervous. A good kind of nervous, but still. She wasn't used to feel... excited about things.
Rachel looked at her one last time before getting inside the car. With a triumphant smile, the blonde closed the door after her and made her way to the driver's side.
xxx
The Fabray house was anything but a house. Mansion would be closer to the truth. As Rachel exited the blonde's car, her eyes widened comically because it was huge. She wasn't exactly poor, not really; her dads had to work a lot and she sang every Saturday at a small restaurant to help with the money, but they were able to afford a small house in a nice neighborhood. They were comfortable with what they had. The size of Quinn's house was simply ridiculous.
"How many people live in here?" she asked with a frown.
"Don't be dramatic," the blonde mumbled as they walked toward the front door. "I know it's a little bit too much, but..." She sighed. "My father likes to show off."
That was an understatement. Rachel huffed as she walked inside the house. Her eyes traveled over the white walls and the dark furniture. It looked... lifeless. There wasn't anything out of place, extremely clean. Looking around what she supposed was the living room, Rachel couldn't find one picture of the family, just elegant paintings on the walls. It was like no one lived there, like she walked in on some kind of exhibition or something.
"My parents won't be home for a few hours," Quinn continued as she took off her white sneakers. The diva followed her example quickly, almost ashamed to put her old Converse beside the shinny, new shoes that were lined up beside the door. "Dad is working late and Mom is out with her friends from Church. We have the house for ourselves."
Nodding, she followed the cheerleader out of the living room. They ended up on the kitchen, that was as big as the rest of the house. While Quinn opened the refrigerator, Rachel sat quietly on a high stool, looking around. Everything was spotless, shinning to point that it hurt to look at it directly.
"Are you hungry?"
She looked back at Quinn, who was watching her from the other side of the room with a small frown. To be honest, she was kind of hungry — Santana did steal her lunch, after all —, but the idea of messing up the super clean kitchen made her think twice about it. It was her, she would definitely mess something up.
"I'm good," she finally said with a forced smile.
Quinn's frown deepened as she closed the refrigerator and walked toward the other girl. Rachel tried to convince the intense hazel eyes that were searching her own, but her traitor stomach chose that moment to growl like it was fucking dying. Flushing, the diva looked away.
"You're lying," Quinn muttered. With her hand, she grabbed the brunette's chin gently and made her look at her again. "Why are you lying, dork?"
"Honestly?" Rachel shrugged. "Your house is kind of... intimidating."
The blonde's shook her head. "It's just a house."
"It's your house," was Rachel's immediate response. When Quinn tried to step back, she quickly grabbed the girl's hand that let go of her face and tugged her closer. "Hey, I didn't mean it like something bad, okay? It's just—." The diva shrugged helplessly. "I feel out of place, that's all. Everything around here looks fancy and expensive. Seriously, your coffee maker has more buttons than my computer."
Sighing, the blonde relaxed and looked around the kitchen. It looked like something out of a magazine, just like the rest of the house. She hated it all. When her dad's friends from work came over for dinner and showered them with compliments, she hated it even more. Their perfect house was as fake as their perfect image.
"I'm sorry," Rachel whispered when Quinn didn't say anything. The blonde wasn't even looking at her. "Quinn, I didn't mean to offend you, I swear—."
"Don't." Looking back at the girl that was still holding her hand, she offered her a small smile and squeezed her hand. "I get it. Like I said, my dad likes to show off. You should see the cars..." Letting her go, Quinn walked back to the other side of the kitchen and put some fruits inside of a bowl. "Come on, dork."
Rachel followed her out of the kitchen in silence. The cheerleader led her toward the stairs, up to the second floor of the house. They ended up in a long hallway with a dozen of identical door and Quinn opened the one near the end. There was a elegant Q on it.
Inside, Rachel looked around the room in awe. It was so... Quinn. The walls and the curtains were purple and white. There were books everywhere, shelves full of them. CDs, magazines, DVDs — they were all neatly organized around the room. And pictures. Walking closer, Rachel looked at the photos and chuckled when she found a baby picture of the blonde, all blonde hair and toothless smile; there was one of Quinn with another blonde girl, older than her and one of the Cheerios after they won yet another championship. Looking around the room again, Rachel could see the girl everywhere. That room was Quinn — warm and serious at the same time.
"I like it," she said, turning toward the blonde with one of her huge toothy grins.
Quinn smiled back at her and patted the place beside her on the bed, inviting the diva to sit with her. When the girl sat down, she gave her the small bowl of fruit.
"I'm glad." She watched Rachel picking a grape and eating it. "This is the only part of the house that it's mine, you know? I can do whatever I want with it."
Rachel nodded. "It's very you."
Humming, the blonde got up and went to look at the movie's shelf. There were mostly old romances and she had no idea what Rachel's favorite movie were. The girl was a theater geek, though, so she knew it had to be some sort of musical or something like it. That was nothing like that it her collection.
"What do you wanna do?" she asked as she walked to the CDs section.
The diva frowned while she ate an apple. When Quinn dragged her out of school earlier, she thought the blonde knew what they were going to do. Actually, after her comment about sex in a bed the day prior, Rachel had a pretty good guess about what they would be doing. But, while Quinn took a few random CDs out of the shelf distractedly, sex didn't seem like the first thing on the blonde's mind.
"Hmmm." Rachel put her apple down as Quinn looked back at her. "What do you mean?"
"You know, we can watch a movie or whatever," the blonde said with a shrug. "But I don't think you'll like the movies I have here. I'll make popcorn and we can go to— what?"
Shaking her head, Rachel put the bowl of fruit on the floor beside the bed. "Nothing."
"No, you have a weird look," Quinn insisted. "What is it?"
"I simply didn't think we were going to watch a movie today" was all Rachel said.
The blonde frowned. "Well, we can do something else," she suggested. "Like I said, there isn't any movie here that you'll like, so— what?"
"It's just—," Rachel sighed. "When you said you wanted me to come over, I thought you just wanted to..." she trailed off, looking down at the bed and then back at Quinn. One blonde eyebrow went up when the girl understood what she meant and the diva looked down again, cheeks reddening quickly.
"Oh."
Slowly, Quinn put the CD she had in hands back on the shelf and walked back to the bed. She sat down next to the blushing brunette and tried to catch her eyes.
"Dork," she called. "Did you think I brought you here just to have sex?"
Rachel's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. "... Yeah?"
"Look at me." Her tone wasn't harsh, but it was firm. Quickly, soft, brown eyes met hers. "I won't lie to you, dork, and say that I didn't plan for that to happen. I did. Still do, actually. But that's not the only thing I wanted us to do today. Look, I don't know what's happening between us right now, but it's not only sex, alright?" She frowned. "At least, not for me."
"Isn't it?" Rachel asked softly. "I mean, I have no idea what's happening, either. To be honest, I don't understand what's going on. At the beginning of the week, I was the biggest freak around Lima and now... Well, I guess I'm still the biggest freak. But everything changed so fast, you know? On Monday, I was dodging slushies and being thrown inside dumpsters. Three days later, I'm off-limits and sleeping with the HBIC. I know you told me that you never hated me and I really hope you were being honest with me, but it's freaking hard to believe that what's happening between us isn't just sex for you, Quinn."
"Why?"
The brunette huffed. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah!" Quinn closed her eyes for a moment and took one deep breath to calm down. She was about to lash out like she always did when she was frustrated and she didn't want Rachel to be on the receiving ending of that. It was okay for Rachel to doubt her, she told herself. It was natural for Rachel to doubt her intentions. She didn't trust her. "I know it's hard to believe," she said in a much calmer tone. "I know, okay? But I'm telling you right now, Berry... It's not."
"And why the hell not?" Rachel pressed.
"I don't know," the blonde admitted. She continued before Rachel could interrupt her. "That day, on the locker room, it was... different. I was angry and I wanted to get back at Finn. And you were just there. It wasn't planned, I didn't wake up that day thinking about having sex with you, alright? But it happened. And it was— God, it wasn't supposed to be like that! It was supposed to be angry and fast, something I could stop thinking about when it was over. Instead, you were... gentle. Sweet." She shook her head. "You made me want more.
"You are just different, dork," she finished.
Rachel looked away from the beautiful girl sitting beside her, the sweet nickname making her melt inside. "I'm also the girl you called a freak everyday for three years," she whispered more to herself than to the blonde.
Because she needed to remind herself that Quinn, the girl who took her virginity and made her sandwiches, was the same girl that called her names and pushed her against lockers when she was passing. People can't change like that, she told herself. It didn't matter how much she wanted to be wrong about that, she knew it was true. Somewhere behind the honest hazel eyes and soft smile was the tormentor Rachel knew so well. The possibility of that girl coming out again was enough to break the diva's heart.
"I'm trying to change, Rachel."
Quinn wasn't looking at her anymore; she was staring at the opposite wall, frowning at it. Beside her, the brunette sighed and ran her hand through her messy hair. How the hell did they always ended up having some kind of meaningful conversation? It was stressing.
"I heard about the slushies," Rachel said. "Santana told me today that you slushied all the jocks and cheerleaders yesterday. It's..." She sighed again. "Quinn, I want to believe that you're trying to change. So much. But that's not— did you ever have a slushie thrown at you?" It was a stupid question, she knew it'd never happened. No one was crazy enough. The blonde shook her head anyway. "Well, it sucks. And it's something I don't want to happen to anyone. Not even the people who slushied me.
"You know, since the first day, I always wanted to get to know you. Not only because you are the prettiest girl I have ever seen. You're... intriguing. Kinda cruel, too. And your authority is such a turn on," she added, smiling when the girl smirked a little. They were having a serious conversation, though, so she let it fall quickly. "I want to believe that you're more than the bully that I know and I want a chance to get to know the girl that has a small library inside her own bedroom and has no idea of how great Wicked is. I want that, Quinn."
"I'm trying to change," the blonde repeated. "Rachel, I swear—."
"Don't," Rachel interrupted her. "Don't say that you won't try to hurt me again or something like that because I can't have you promising me that and than breaking it. I just can't, Quinn."
Quinn took a deep breath to keep herself calm.
"What do you need, Quinn?"
The answer was almost immediate. "One chance."
Rachel's brown eyes met hers again for the hundredth time that day. Quinn knew she was searching for lies, that she was looking for an excuse to say no.
"Okay." The diva smile tentatively. "You have one chance, Quinn Fabray."
Before she knew it, the blonde's arms were around her and her back hit the mattress. There was blonde hair all over her face and she could feel Quinn pressing soft kisses on her neck and jaw before she presses a final one to her lips.
"Thank you," she whispered against her mouth, kissing her again.
Rachel cupped her face and pushed her away only enough to see her eyes. They were bright and she could see every unique detail on them.
"Just... Please, Quinn, don't break me."
xxx
"What did you wanted to do today?"
They were on the kitchen again. Rachel was looking at the coffee machine again as she tried to understand how it worked — why did it have so many fucking buttons, anyway? — while Quinn waited for the popcorn on the microwave. Quinn's parents wouldn't be home for the next three hours, so Rachel let herself relax for the first time since she stepped inside the Fabray house. She wanted to enjoy the other girl's company and, after all the discussion they had upstairs, she felt like she deserved it.
"Honestly?" Quinn looked at her and Rachel was surprised to see her blushing. "I thought we could lay down for a while and do... something," she finished as she turned around to get the popcorn.
"Something?"
"Yes, something," she mumbled. Opening the refrigerator, she took the jar of orange juice out.
Rachel frowned. "Like... make out?"
"No."
"... Sex?"
"No!"
The blonde's face was as red as a tomato by then. She tried to hide it inside the refrigerator like an ostrich. Rachel smiled, clearly amused.
"Quinn," she called. "I don't understand."
"This is so embarrassing," Quinn groaned to herself. "Look, I just wanted to... cuddle. There, I said it. I want to cuddle."
Rachel gave her that stupid toothy grin that wasn't stupid at all. Smiling back, Quinn passed her the cups of juice and grabbed the giant bowl of popcorn before heading back to her room. They could've used the living room, but the couch was too uncomfortable.
"Can I be the big spoon?" Rachel asked with a hopeful face while they climbed the stairs.
"Nope." Quinn smirked when the girl whined. "I'm taller, dork, so I get to be the big spoon."
To be honest, she just wanted to hold the other girl again. Rachel was tiny and warm and Quinn loved the sensation of having her in her arms.
They entered the room and Rachel went to lay on bed while Quinn turned on the TV. She gave the diva the control for her to choose what they would watch. Laying down behind her, she gently wrapped one arm around the girl's waist and pulled her closer until her back was pressed against the blonde's front.
"This is nice," Rachel said quietly.
Quinn ran her hand lazily over the girl's covered stomach before kissing her cheek. "Yeah, it is."
xxx
An hour later, the popcorn and the TV were long forgotten as the girl's made out. Somewhere during their cuddling, Quinn's hands slipped inside the diva's shirt and her kisses on the cheek became sucks and nips on the neck. It didn't take long for Rachel to turn around and attack the girl.
Moans and groans filled the room as hands roamed over skin. Quinn's uniform top was the first thing to come off, her pink sport bra quickly following after. The blonde panted while Rachel kissed her way down her neck and chest toward her naked breasts. Taking her time to explore, she took a pink nipple in her mouth and sucked. The way Quinn grabbed her hair and undulated under her encouraged her to suck harder before bitting it gently.
"Fuck, Rachel... Harder."
She bit it again, harder this time. The sound that came out of Quinn's mouth made her cock twitch inside her pants. Letting the abused nipple go after another hard suck, she tentatively nipped the underside of the blonde's breast, leaving a red mark behind.
"Yeah, like that," Quinn moaned.
The blonde thought she should probably be embarrassed by how loud her moans were, but she honestly didn't give a fuck about it. Rachel was giving attention to her other breast now and her hot mouth felt like heaven against her bare skin, her tongue and teeth driving her crazy. Lower, she could feel something hard pressed against her thigh and only thinking about the girl's cock inside her was enough to get another ridiculously loud moan out of her.
She was about to demand that the girl fucked her already when Rachel let go of her nipple with a loud pop. Quinn just watched as she licked her way down her stomach, leaving a few bite marks over her pale skin. She stopped briefly to dip her hot tongue into her bellybutton, making the blonde groan and let her head fall back.
Small fingers searched her back for the zipper and soon Rachel was pushing the rest of her clothes down her legs, leaving her exposed. The look of pure awe and lust on the girl's face made Quinn smile. Even though her work out routine was insane, it made the cheerleader damn proud of her body. She watched Rachel run one hand up her bare leg and quivering thigh. A soft gasp leaved the brunette when her fingers met wet heat between the blonde's legs.
"Wow," she breathed out as she ran one finger up and down her folds. Quinn knew Rachel wasn't trying to kill her on purpose, but the light touch was driving her insane.
"Dork, stop teasing me," the blonde groaned.
Immediately, the brunette started to rub circles on her clit with her thumb, all the while watching Quinn's face to see her reaction. She tried to memorized the details, like the way her brow wrinkled when she put more pressure and the way her hips would buck before she let out a long moan. Inside her pants, her cock was painfully hard by now, but she refused to acknowledge it yet.
She stopped her movements and couldn't help her playful smile when Quinn shot her one of her famous death glares, one that disappeared instantly when the diva pushed one single finger inside her.
"Oh, my..." Rachel whispered to herself as she started to pump her finger in and out of the blonde. After a few thrusts, she added another one and moaned because Quinn was so tight and hot and wet. It was getting harder for her to ignore her own needs. Without thinking, she leaned forward and licked the girl's clit before taking it in her mouth.
"Fuck, Rachel!" Desperate to touch the girl somehow, the blonde ran both her hands through messy dark hair before gripping it tightly. It was impossible for her to keep her hips still as Rachel's fingers fucked her and she let out a scream when the brunette pushed another finger inside her, stretching her deliciously. "God, baby, don't stop... Urgh, like that— that!"
With one last hard suck and thrust, Quinn came apart beneath the diva. Her grip on the girl's hair was probably hurting her, but Rachel didn't say anything about it; she just kept licking her until her body stopped shaking. A lot more gently, Quinn tugged her hair until she stopped.
"Come here, dork," she said when dark brow eyes met hers.
Rachel kissed her inner thigh before crawling up her body. A chuckle escaped the blonde when saw how messy Rachel looked, with her wild hair and glistening face. She cupped her cheeks and brought her face closer, smirking.
"That was amazing," she purred before licking her own wetness out of the girl's chin. Rachel groaned and bucked her hips, letting Quinn know just how hard she was.
Deciding that the diva was wearing too many clothes, she pushed her away so she could take her sweater off. Rachel was wearing a simple white shirt under it, so she took that off, too, before unclasping her bra. She wanted to take her time and explore the girl's tanned body like she'd done to her, but Rachel looked like she was about to explode. So, she made quick work of removing her jeans and underwear, bitting her lip as she eyed the girl's erection.
"Quinn," Rachel panted heavily, pushing her back down onto her back. Her cock grazed the inside of her thigh when she lowered herself over her, lips searching for lips. She shoved her tongue inside Quinn's open mouth and moaned when the blonde sucked it, letting her go with another smirk. "God, Q-Quinn... Please."
The blonde spread her legs wider and nodded. Rachel almost sobbed in relief as she guided her cock to the girl's entrance, entering her slowly. When she was finally all the way inside her, the diva let out a groan, but kept still, giving the girl some time to adjust, even though she was dying to move. She opened her eyes and found a pair of dark hazel looking back at her.
"Fuck me, Rachel."
It wasn't a plea; it was an order.
Planting her hands on the mattress on both sides of the girl's head for leverage, Rachel did just that. Her hips started to move and soon she was pounding inside her, fucking her hard and fast. Quinn's body was moving on time with hers, meeting her half-way. They were panting and sticky with sweat and Quinn's bed was hitting the wall behind it with every hard thrust, but Rachel didn't see any of it.
"I'm close, so close..." she moaned.
"Me, too, baby." Quinn wrapped her arms around her neck and pulled her down. The diva's arms that had been shaking for the last minutes gave in and she almost crushed the girl under her, but managed to catch herself in time. Their bodies were pressed together again and all the hot skin against hot skin drove Rachel wild. "Yes, Rachel! Keep going— yeah! Like that, baby. Fuck me, yeah... OH."
For the second time that day, Quinn became a quivering mess under the smaller girl as her orgasm hit her full force. Rachel whimpered when she finally let herself go, releasing into the blonde girl. She buried her head on her sweaty neck as she Quinn's pussy milked her for everything she had.
Quinn felt Rachel go limp on top of her and wrapped one arm around her slim waist to keep her in place. All she wanted to do now was hug the girl closer and go to sleep, but one quick look toward her alarm clock told her they didn't have time for a quick nap. Her parents would be home in an hour and she still had to take Rachel home and be back before them.
"Rachel?"
A groan was the only response she got from the diva.
With a smirk, she rolled them over until she was the one on top. A moan escaped her when Rachel's soft cock slipped out of her and she felt their combined comes trickling down her thighs, hot ans sticky.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asked when she closed her eyes.
"Yeah." Quinn kissed her quickly, leaving her breathless. "You just made a mess, dork."
Rachel felt her face getting hot at the same time her cock twitched. The blonde felt it getting hard again against her stomach and chuckled.
"I would love to do it again, over and over," she said. "But we can't today. We have to shower so I can take you home." The idea of taking one together like the first time crossed her mind for a moment, but she reluctantly dismissed it. They would never get ready if they did it. "You can use my bathroom. I'll use the one in the hallway."
Fifteen minutes later, Rachel was waiting for the blonde to finish getting ready downstairs. She put her shoes back on and stepped out of the house, looking around the neighborhood. All the houses around there was as huge as the Fabray's. Rachel watched fancy cars passing by and rich ladies walking with their tinny dogs. They were the elite of Lima.
Did Quinn have a dog? Rachel eyed the immaculate front yard. It didn't look like she had one. She could, though. With a house that big, she could have ten dogs. She could have a freaking zoo if she wanted. The idea of a Quinn having a zoo in her basement kept her distracted until the blonde came down.
"I'm ready." She stepped out of the house and closed the front door behind her. Rachel felt her mouth fall open as she admired the girl in her cute blue sundress and white cardigan. Her gold hair was still damp and free from its usual ponytail, falling down her back. The image was breathtaking. "Let's go?"
Rachel nodded dumbly. "Y-Yeah."
They got inside the blonde's black Porsche quickly and drove away. The brunette watched the big houses turning into smaller ones as they leaved the rich part of the city behind.
"I live—," she started.
"I know where you live," Quinn interrupted her. As she entered the girl's neighborhood, she remembered the time the Cheerios and the jocks came by the Berry house and spread trash around their front yard. Karofsky and Azimio wanted to throw rocks on their windows, but Quinn didn't let them do it. Quinn looked beside her at the small girl and sighed. What was wrong with all of them? "Are your fathers home?"
"No."
Turning left, she entered the girl's street and stopped the car in front of a small yellow house. It was getting dark and Quinn had to go back because her father would be home any minute, but she also wanted to stay so Rachel wouldn't have to be alone in the dark house.
"When will they get back?" she asked.
Rachel shrugged. "I'm not sure," she admitted. Looking through her bag, she spotted her keys and took them out. "They are always working late."
"Don't they have dinner with you or something?"
In the Fabray house, dinner was important. Every night, the three of them would sit down and eat together. Her dad would talk about his day at the office and her mom would drink wine and smile, pretending she was listening to his crap. Quinn learned to stay quiet and only eat her food, but she was always on time for dinner.
"On Sundays, sometimes," Rachel answered. "When they don't need me on the restaurant."
Quinn frowned. "So you'll be alone for the rest of the night?" she pressed.
"Sure." She saw that the blonde was about to protest. "Quinn, it's fine. I'm used to it. Don't worry about me, okay? You should go back, anyway. Your parents are going to be home anytime now."
"I know that, but—."
"No buts," Rachel interrupted her. "Just go. I don't want you to get in trouble with your parents because of me."
Sighing, she reluctantly nodded. "Are you sure you're going to be okay?"
"Yeah." She smiled. "Thank you for this afternoon. I had a great time," she added with a shy smile.
"No. Thank you," Quinn said. "Thank you for giving me this chance."
Rachel opened her door and was about to get out of the car, but stopped. Quickly, she turned around and kissed the surprised blonde's on the cheek.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she said with a smile. "You know, it's really weird that I'm actually excited to go to school. I kinda hate that place."
"Who doesn't?" Quinn shrugged.
"Yeah. I think the only time I enjoyed going to school before was when Mr. Ryerson decided to direct a musical and I got the lead." The diva's eyes were shining with something Quinn hadn't seen before — true passion. "Of course, they found out that the creep was a drug dealer and the play got canceled, but it was great while it lasted. I got to sing and dance for a little while and that was enough for me to forget about how much Lima sucks." She smiled sadly. "I wish I could do that again."
If she had looked up, she would've seen the way the blonde's eyes sparkled for a second. Ideas quickly turned into a plan inside her head as the brunette sighed beside her. The blonde smirked internally. She would make sure Rachel got another chance to sing and dance again.
"Anyway, you should go," Rachel said, bringing her back to the moment.
"Yeah." Just like the girl had done with her, she leaned over and pecked her cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow, dork. Have a good night."
The brunette smiled softly and got out of the car, closing the door after her. She walked to the front door and opened it, waving before disappearing inside the house. Quinn waited until the lights inside were on before pulling away.
She drove back home distractedly, thinking about the day. The clock on her dashboard told her she was late for dinner for the first time ever and she was mentally preparing herself for a long lecture about commitment and punctuality. It was worth it, though, she decided. Her dad would be pissed and her mom would end up drinking a lot more to ignore his whines, but it was definitely worth it.
And the next day would be an interesting one. As she parked beside her father's silver Mercedes, she thought again about her simple but efficient plan. Quinn had no doubts that it would work and she couldn't wait to see that look on Rachel's face again.
She could hear her father complaining on the dinning room when she opened the front door and her mother was walking around with a glass and a bottle of wine in her hands. Russel glared at her when she joined them for dinner.
Sitting down, she smiled sweetly and ignored him as he rambled angrily.
Yup, she though again, poking her salad with her fork. Totally worth it.