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: This took so long, sorry! I knew what I wanted for this chapter, I just had a hard time writing it. Anyway, was the last chapter really that bad or something? I'm trying to make this work. And for the guest that left me that long review — well, thanks for letting me know what you think. And, no, I don't get off on Santana being mean. That's how I need her to be for now, alright? And that's all. Thank you so much for reading!
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She was excited. For the first time in a long, long time, Rachel Berry was feeling something other than annoyance or anger as she walked down the empty halls of McKinley High. It wasn't happiness, exactly, but she was having a good day so far.
Taking advantage of her slushie free card, she chose one of her nice dresses that day. The dress had been a gift from her dad and it was definitely one of her favorites. She loved its light tone of pink and the way it hugged her in the right places and hid... well, others. It showed her gentle curves and her small breasts nicely and it made her fell so girly.
After people found out about her penis, they apparently forgot that she was indeed a girl; a small one, delicate in every sense. Boys would push her around and she would come home crying with nasty bruises all over her tiny arms and shoulders and bony knees. Her dads complained so many times she lost count, but it was useless because being an open gay couple in a town like Lima was hard enough and she saw how frustrated they got when they couldn't protect their baby girl.
Her clothes quickly caught the bullies attention. She used to love her skirts and dresses because they were comfortable, but she was eventually forced to stop using them. It always made her cry when they would lift her skirts; she never felt so helpless and angry because there was no boundaries, no respect and no privacy. That first year was the worse because her young mind couldn't really understand why that little thing between her thighs made her an outsider or why being different was such a bad thing. Her dads talked to her countless times that it wasn't, but that didn't stop the other kids from still laughing and making stupid jokes about her condition.
She quickly learned that it was all a matter of not giving them the opportunity. Her pretty dresses became shorts and shirts long enough to reach her thighs. It wasn't important that now they taunted her for dressing like a boy because she was covered and she wouldn't let them expose her like that again.
High School was different. She actually tried to go back to wearing her old clothes the first day, but not even five minutes after she entered the school, she found herself inside one full, big dumpster. Five minutes later, her already ruined dress was attacked by a three slushies at the same time and she knew that she wouldn't be using her nice clothes to McKinley, either.
Her dads didn't know everything because she learned to keep quiet. The sound of her dad's husky sobs that she accidentally heard one night and the soft murmurs of her daddy made her go back to her room crying and she promised herself she wouldn't give her fathers reasons to cry again. Stop the bullying was not an option, so the only other was to keep them in the dark. Of course, it was hard to hide all the stained clothes or her own tears after a particular rough day, but she was Rachel Berry and she was as stubborn as a mule. She started working to get new, cheap clothes, perfected her bright smile to hide the shadows in her eyes and learned to lie shamelessly.
It was worthy, though. Not healthy, maybe, but she would do it again and again just to see the way her fathers smiled more and how relieved they looked when she would make up a story about some funny thing that happened that day during lunch. When she told her dad she didn't like the cafeteria because it was too crowded, he believed her. And when she told her daddy the bruise on her shoulder was just the result of a silly joke between her friends, he also believed her.
That was the last year, anyway. She would be finally free from her lies.
Never in a million years would she have thought that she would be able to dress nicely again, not until the end of High School, at least. As she walked down the halls and noticed the surprised looks she was getting, her heart was beating faster and faster inside her chest. No one dared to get too close, but they were all looking. Not glaring, but just watching in shock as the small girl walked by calmly.
"What the fuck?" she heard someone murmur somewhere behind her as she opened her locker. Ignoring them, she grabbed a few books and slowly put them inside her bag. She still had a few minutes before she had to go to Santana's locker.
"Is that Berry?" someone else asked rather loudly, not caring if the small girl listened or not.
A snort. "No way."
"Dude, it totally is."
Closing her locker, she turned around to find Azimio and Karofsky eying her with matching frowns from the other side of the hallway. She kept her face blank, not letting their stupid conversation affect her — rare — good mood, and walked away silently.
Santana was already there when she reached the Latina's locker. To her surprise, though, Brittany was standing right beside her that morning and the two girls were talking quietly. Baby blue eyes met hers first and the blonde cheerleader stopped talking mid-sentence to stare curiously at her.
"Good morning," Rachel said as she hesitantly stepped closer.
Brittany smiled — really smiled, teeth and all —, making the shorter girl blush. "Hi!"
Annoyed, the Latina turned around to glare and yell at the girl for interrupting their conversation, but the words died in her throat when she saw her. The midget looked... well, she looked like a girl. A pretty one. Her usually messy hair was tamed and her worn clothes were nowhere to be found; that dress was nice and made Rachel look like a doll. A tiny, flushed doll.
"I'm Brittany." Her girlfriend's voice brought her back and she just watched as Britt accepted Rachel's hand and excitedly shook it. "We are in Glee together."
"I-I know," was the midget's timid response.
"I'm really excited about it," she continued, her smile never fading. "And you have such a pretty voice! It's kinda weird, though, 'cause you're really tiny and your voice is, like, super big."
Rachel smiled amusedly. "Hmmm, thanks?"
"You're welcome!"
Two pairs of sparkling eyes turned to her and Santana cleared her throat, uncomfortable with the sudden attention. Sensing it, her girlfriend quickly started to talk about some nonsense about her cats — because Brittany had a thousand cats and she could talk about them all freaking day — to distract the diva.
Wondering what the hell was wrong with her, she passed her books to a wide eyed Rachel that was trying to keep up with Brittany's babbles. With a fond smile, the Latina pecked the blonde's cheek and the girl immediately stopped talking.
"You're going to explode the hobbit's giant head, baby," she said and smirked when the smaller brunette huffed beside her.
"Oh." The blonde eyed Rachel's head with a frown. "Can I really do that?"
Instead of answering, Santana just linked their pinkies and pulled the bubbly blonde with her toward their first period. Not even a second later, Brittany was back to talking about her damn cats and how they were all going to die from cancer because they simply wouldn't stop smoking! The Latina only nodded as Rachel listened with a cute — wait, not cute — small smile, clearly amused.
When they got to the classroom, Santana wordlessly took her books back. Brittany waved and followed her girlfriend inside the class, saying a high pitched 'bye' before disappearing.
It was only when the diva reached her own class and sat down that she allowed herself to smirk, the way Santana's eyes widened when she finally looked at her and the lack of insults not going unnoticed by her.
Yup, definitely a good day.
xxx
Brittany stayed with them all day and Rachel couldn't be more thankful. Beside the blue eyed cheerleader, the usual bitchy Latina behaved like a actual human being, leaving the smaller girl alone as her girlfriend talked nonstop. Seriously, and people said she talked too much. But there was something about the way Brittany spoke that made it impossible for anyone to get annoyed.
Both cheerleaders were so immersed in their conversation that they didn't notice the other girl that was walking two steps behind them disappear. Later, Santana would be pissed because Rachel took her Math book with her, but the girl was nowhere to be found when they reached their class a few minutes later.
Inside a janitor closet, the smaller girl squealed as Quinn pushed her against the closed door roughly. Her complains about being manhandled in the middle of the hallway never left her mouth because the blonde girl quickly covered it with her own.
"Hi," Quinn whispered with a smirk against the diva's lips.
Rachel never got a chance to respond because the girl was kissing her again with passion, not giving her time to even think. As she tried to keep up with the eager mouth attacking her, the blonde's hands travel down over her chest, squeezing her breasts.
"Q-Quinn, what—," the diva panted and squeezed her eyes shut when teeth nipped her neck and exposed collarbone, not hard enough to leave a mark, but the delicious sting left her groaning. "Oh, my... Quinn!"
To be honest, the HBIC had no idea what'd got into her. Maybe it was the way they left things Friday and the whole weekend without seeing the smaller girl or maybe it was how good she looked in that damn dress, but she just couldn't control herself. God, she couldn't even wait until lunch, she just had to have her right now. She went back to the diva's mouth as her hand started to rub the small budge between the brunette's legs over the dress, feeling her cock hardening under her palm.
Quinn pulled away and lifted the girl's dress around her waist before pulling the semi-erect appendage out of the tight underwear. The sigh of relieve of the brunette's quickly became a long moan when the blonde started to stroke her slowly.
"Fuck, Quinn," she groaned.
Smirking, the cheerleader quickened her pace and just watched the girl in front of her lose herself. Rachel closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the door with a soft thump, her shaky hands holding her dress up so it wouldn't get in the way. It was embarrassing how close she was already, but, damn it, Quinn took her by surprise.
Desperate brown eyes shot open when the blonde's hand suddenly stopped moving.
"N-No, don't stop," she whimpered.
But the blonde just chuckled and leaned forward to kiss her again. "Are you close, Berry?" she whispered against the diva's open mouth hotly, satisfied with the nod got in response. "Yeah? Do you wanna come for me?"
"Yes." Please, her mind was screaming and she felt Quinn's hand move just for a second before it stopped again.
Somewhere outside the small closet, the bell indicating the beginning of their next period rand loudly, but Rachel couldn't care less that she was late. The only thing that really mattered was the girl in front of her and her throbbing cock and, fuck, why the hell wasn't Quinn's hand moving?
"I know you do," the blonde continued, her tongue teasing the diva's lower lip. "But... if you really wanna come, you'll have to work for it." She pulled back so she could look the trebling girl in the eyes as she squeezed her gently, her heart jumping when a small whimper escaped her again. There was something fascinating about how she had Rachel Berry, the strong girl she believed to be unbreakable, moaning and begging in front of her — because of her. It was a new kind of power she was quickly becoming addicted to. "Come on, Berry... Fuck my hand."
And then Quinn watched the small girl lose it, her hips moving in a jerky pace as she tried to get herself off. It was desperate and not graceful at all, but the blonde was still amazed because she was able to drive the other girl to that point with just a few words.
"That's it, baby," she said without even realizing she was speaking. "Come for me."
Rachel's moans were getting obscenely loud as she (fucking finally)neared her release. She was trembling uncontrollably now as she thrust her hips against the blonde's fisted hand and she was almost there; so close she could taste it.
"Fuck!"
Her scream — really, she fucking screamed — filled the small closet, but not for the reason she wanted. Quinn let her go just as she was about to come again and the frustration nearly drove her crazy. That was torture and she really felt like strangling the smirking girl in front of her.
"Relax," the blonde teased with a chuckle. She felt bad for stopping Rachel again, sure, but she just couldn't help herself. The control was hers, after all, and she was the one that decided how and when the diva was going to come.
Rachel was about to open her mouth to scream a few obscenities at her, but the words never left her mouth because she was too shocked when the blonde fell to her knees in front of her, that damn smirk never leaving her face.
"Now you can come, baby."
And, with that, she took Rachel in her mouth and sucked her hard. It took only a few seconds for her to tumble over the edge and she forced her eyes open so she could see the other girl take everything she had to offer. It was something out of her deepest fantasies — Quinn Fabray, on her knees and sucking her dry.
When Rachel stopped trembling, the blonde let her go with a playful pop and watched the other girl fall back against the door. It was the second time she did it, but she was still surprised at how much she liked the salty taste of the other girl on her tongue. Not that anybody knew it, but she almost punched Finn when he asked her for a blowjob. The idea just wasn't appealing to her, but there was something different about Rachel...
She snorted — there was always something different about Rachel.
"Holy crap," Rachel whispered as she tried to calm down. Her heart was trying to break free from her chest and her legs were trembling, the only thing keeping her up was the door behind her. "Quinn, just— holy crap."
Amused, the cheerleader got up and gently put Rachel back inside her underwear. She ran her fingers through her hair to tame it, but it was useless. The pink dress was now crimped and she looked like a mess.
Quinn couldn't be prouder of herself.
Brown eyes opened slowly and Rachel's lazy smile made her chuckle. Small hands pulled her closer and soft lips pressed against hers.
"Not so mad now, uh?" she teased.
Rachel rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling. "You're mean, Quinn Fabray."
"You like it." She pushed the diva's bangs away from her sparkling eyes and smirked. "Admit it, Berry. It turns you on."
It did. Everything about that girl tuned her on.
"Anyway," Quinn continued when Rachel just stared at her with that silly grin that wasn't adorable at all (lies). "I have the house for myself again because my mom is going out with some friends for the afternoon and I was thinking..." She ran one finger down the diva's neck and collarbone and watched it disappear inside the neckline of her dress. "You should come over."
"I would love to," Rachel said. "But I can't stay long."
The urge to pout was overwhelming and Quinn felt like a spoiled kid that didn't get her way.
"What— why?"
"We have Glee today and I have dance class tonight," she explained. "I can still go, though. But just for a couple of hours."
Was she pouting? Yup, she was definitely pouting. That was ridiculous — Rachel was still coming and she would have the girl for herself for a few hours. Maybe not for as long as she would've liked, but still. What was wrong with her?
"Alright," Quinn finally said. "We should go to class. See you later, dork."
Rachel watched her go and sighed happily.
xxx
Mr. Schue entered the choir room and smiled brightly when he saw all the kids waiting for him. It was their first meeting and he was excited. Working as a teacher wasn't what he saw himself doing when he was younger, but it was what he ended up doing anyway. Music used to be his life and dreams and he missed it.
His eyes found the quiet figure sitting on the front row. Rachel Berry was a famous figure in Lima, everyone knew her name. Will had no idea how she dealt with that kind of attention and he really admired the small girl for never letting anyone bring her down. She was a smart kid, but it was her talent that caught his attention.
He heard about the failed musical and remembered someone telling him that the female lead was something else. "Kind of a diva," Sandy had told him, "but that girl can sing." The Broadway dream, leave the small town, New York; he knew exactly what it felt like to have hope. In the end, it didn't work out for him. He was stuck in Lima. But, maybe...
"Hey, guys," he called from the door.
Only a few kids looked at him. The only ones that looked like they really wanted to be there were the outcasts and, well, Brittany. The jocks decided to simply ignore him and the cheerleaders were huddled together, flipping through a magazine. Mike offered the teacher a small smile and a wave while Quinn stared at the wall with a frown. Beside the Head Cheerleader, Santana was glaring at everyone around her like it was their fault she was stuck in the choir room.
"Alright, let's get started!" Clapping his hands, he put his bag down. "Your auditions were... amazing. It was such a pleasant surprise because I wasn't expecting so many people to be interested." Someone huffed on the back, he was almost sure it was Puck. "And, guys, we have so many talent here. I think we have a good chance to make it to Nationals!"
That woke up the group.
"Wait, wait, wait— what?" Puck exclaimed with a scowl. "Nationals? Like, a singing competition? Dude, no way."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "I think you're right, Mr. Schue."
"Shut it, Lady Hummel. No one asked for your opinion."
"I don't remember anyone asking for yours, either, Puckerman!"
"Enough!" The teacher sighed as both boys glared at each other. "Listen, I understand that some of you don't like each other, but I will not allow this kind of behavior inside this choir room. We are a team, guys. Puckerman," he called. "Yes, there is a show choir competition and we have enough members to compete and maybe even win. But we'll have to learn how to respect each other first."
From her seat on the first raw, Rachel offered him a small smile and a nod. To be honest, she was never a fan of Mr. Schuester. The guy was alright and a decent teacher, but she never saw him as anything more. Starting a glee club may have given him a few points, though. About the glee situation, he was only being realistic. The room was a weird mix of popular people and outcasts; to make them respect each other would probably the best he could do. Because making they like each other was out of question.
"Moving on," Mr. Schue continued when no one protested. "I already know you guys can sing well separately, but we still have to see how it goes when you are singing as a group. And I have the perfect song."
He turned around and wrote "Don't Stop Believin'" on the write board.
"It's one of my favorite songs and I think it's the perfect choice for our first try. Rachel," he called and smiled when the small girl looked at him. "I'll need a female lead. Can you help me out?"
The way her eyes brightened was enough to answer him. "I would be honored, Mr. Schue," she said anyway and jumped from her seat.
"Good. Now, I'll also need a male lead. Anyone interested?"
To his surprise, one hand shot up immediately.
"Hmmm... Only Brittany?" He frowned. "How about you, Puck?"
The boy shrugged. "Whatever."
"Nice! I'm sorry, Brittany. Maybe next time."
"So not fair," the dancer pouted.
Clapping his hands, the teacher asked for Puck and Rachel to come closer and started explaining to them what he wanted. The girl was listening to his every word while the boy was watching her nodding with narrowed eyes.
"Let's start. Come on, guys, get up. It'll be fun," he said. Grunting, the kids got up from their seats and joined them. Brittany skipped to the center of the room with a silly grin, followed by a grumpy Santana. Quinn was not far behind, her eyes fixed on the grinning brunette beside the teacher. Her brown eyes were dancing again. "After me, okay?"
Mr. Schue started humming the intro and smiled wildly when Kurt, Mercedes and Tina quickly joined him. Slowly, the rest of the kids followed them.
"Just a small town girl," Puck sang and looked up at Rachel, who was already watching him. "Living in a lonely world. She took the midnight train going anywhere..."
"Just a city boy," Rachel sand back, her strong voice filling the room easily. "Born and raised in South Detroit. He took the midnight train going anywhere..."
She let her eyes travel around her and the scene made her smile. Brittany was trying to make a wide eyed Santana dance with her and Quinn was trying not to laugh at the Latina's face. Mike and Sam were getting really into it while the other boys were just swaying on the background. One of the Cheerios got a little bit too excited and started to clap and dance beside Brittany, making her friends laugh and join her. Kurt and Mercedes were looking at them like they were some kind of wild animal and took a step back.
It surprised her how well hers and Puck's voice sounded together. He lacked her years of training, of course, but he was talented. Lead man material, for sure. She had no idea he sang; they knew each other since they were kids. The Jewish community in Lima was small and her dads would always invite his mother for dinners, so she spent a lot of time with him and his little sister, Ruth. They weren't good friends, but she was pretty close to Ruth.
After the whole oh-my-God-she-has-a-penis scandal, he stopped talking to her. He would still come to dinners with his mom and sister, but he would never be alone with her. Ruth was too young to understand what was wrong and, a few years later, when she found out about Rachel, she just shrugged it off like it was no big deal. Rachel was like a big sister to her, she didn't care.
Rachel didn't miss him, she didn't resent him. He was just like everyone else. Still, she wondered sometimes after a slushie bath if something would've been different if he hadn't turned his back on her all those years ago.
"Everybody!" Mr. Schue screamed right before the chorus.
"Don't stop believing, hold on to the feeling," they sang together.
Her eyes met hazel ones and stayed there until the music ended. Quinn was singing and dancing with the other Cheerios with a small smile on her face and the scene made her melt inside because it was so rare to see the usually stoic blonde so... free. The boys decided to join the girls by the end and the smile on Mr. Schuester's face was so big it was a little creepy. When it was over, everybody was laughing and Santana was rolling her eyes because they were all fucking ridiculous.
"That was awesome, guys!" Mr. Schue exclaimed.
Brittany squealed. "Can we do it again?"
They laughed again and Santana had to put a hand on her shoulder to stop her girlfriend from bouncing.
"Not now, Brittany," the teacher said as the kids got back to their seats. "We still have a few minutes and I want to tell you what we're going to do during our next meetings. But that was great start, guys. Thank you for giving Glee club a chance."
Rachel beamed and looked over her right shoulder toward the blonde girl on the last row. Quinn winked at her when their eyes met, making her blush a little.
Thank you for giving Glee club a chance.
xxx
It didn't take long for the meeting to be over and everyone quickly gathered their things and started to leave the choir room. Quinn saw that Rachel was still looking at some sheet music by the piano and talking to the jazz band, so she left with Santana, Brittany and the other girl's.
When Rachel finished her conversation with the band, she noticed that everyone but Puck had already left. The boy was playing guitar and humming to himself, his eyes closed. He knew she was there because she saw how his shoulders tensed when she stepped closer. His eyes didn't open and the music was still playing, though, so she felt like it was safe to get closer to him.
Quietly, she sat on the chair next to him and waited for him to finish the song.
"I didn't know you could sing," she finally said when he opened his eyes.
He only shrugged and started to play a different song.
"You have a nice voice," she continued.
The song stopped abruptly. "Why are you talking to me?"
"Noah—."
"Don't call me that," he groaned with a frown.
The girl sighed and nodded, looking away. He tried to ignore her and went back to playing, but she didn't leave like he thought she would. Instead, she continued to sit there in silence. She wanted to say something, though. The thought make he smirk a little — Rachel always wanted to say something. When they were little, he liked to threaten her with a punch if she didn't stop talking. She would always huff in indignation and call him rude before storming out of the room to play with his sister.
His eyes left the guitar and looked at the girl sitting beside him. She looked different in that pink dress, more like the little girl he remembered. The one that was always trying to make him stay away from trouble with his mom and taking care of his little sister when he was too busy acting like an idiot. She still does that — every other Sunday, he takes Ruth to the Berry house so she can spend the day with the girl. His sister still glares at him every time he refuses to go greet Rachel, calling him a ass.
Whatever, he huffed.
Okay, maybe he felt a little bit bad for never helping Rachel. Not that he would ever admit it, but he grew up with the girl. Her mother used to tell everyone they would marry someday and laugh when they would glare at each other. Rachel was annoying and tiny and he liked to rile her up until she started with her long rants, just like he did with his little sister.
But then everyone found out she had a penis and Puck felt lost — he had no idea, Rachel had never told him about it. They knew he was one of the few friends the brunette had and it didn't take long for the jokes to start. He was young, damn it. Call him a coward — like Ruth did so many times —, but he didn't know what else to do.
Middle School was hard, yeah, but High School was a bitch. Maybe he could have changed, but then he got his letterman jacket and... How many slushies did he throw at Rachel's face? He had no idea. Even though his mother complained every time, he stopped going to the dinners because he couldn't look at her dads' faces. Rachel didn't tell them about him, he knew that much; they would always welcome him inside their house with open arms and big smiles and he couldn't take that. They were good people and he was kind of a asshole.
He still remembered the first time he slushied her. She was standing there with red ice all over her, looking at him with her wide eyes. The empty cup fell from his hand and he wanted to get the hell away from there, but he couldn't. Maybe he wanted to see her reaction, wait for her to get over the shock and attack him. Verbally or physically, it didn't matter. But Rachel never said anything; she just smiled sadly and nodded once before turning around and walking away with her head held high.
It was too late to make a difference now. He had no idea what Quinn was trying to prove, but he was glad he was free from the sad smile Rachel had on her face.
"Ruth misses you," he said after he finished his third song.
Rachel smiled next to him. "I miss her, too. She's coming over this weekend, right?"
"Yeah."
He got up to put the guitar back on its place beside the drums. Without the music, the silence was heavy and he just wanted to leave. He was almost at the door when Rachel's sweet voice made him stop.
"You do have a lovely voice, Noah."
With a sigh, he reached for the doorknob. "Thanks," he murmured before he exited the choir room.
He didn't dare look back.
xxx
"Took you long enough," Quinn said with a smirk when Rachel finally came out of the choir room. She was getting tired of waiting for the smaller girl and was about to go after her, but then she saw Puck exiting the room and got worried. The boy wasn't one of Rachel's fans and they were alone for a long time. Rachel looked fine, though, so she let herself relax a bit.
Rachel gave her an apologetic smile. "Sorry, it's just... Puck."
That made the cheerleader frown.
"Did he hurt you?" she hissed, her hazel eyes shining dangerously. "I swear I'm going to rip his stupid Mohawk off if he—."
"No, Quinn," the diva interrupted her. "It was nothing like that, okay? We just... well, I wouldn't say talk, exactly. But he didn't hurt me in anyway. I'm fine."
The blonde eyed her suspiciously for a few more seconds before letting it go. This protective side of the cheerleader never failed to surprise her, the way Quinn's eyes would darken and her voice would get as could as ice. It would take some time for her to get used to it.
"Good." The blonde started to walk toward the exit and Rachel quickly followed her. "My parents won't be home until later again. We could oder some pizza and watch a movie before your dance class tonight."
Rachel chuckled. "Only that?" she asked with an arched eyebrow and a smirk.
"Maybe," was Quinn's playful retort. When the diva shrugged like it was nothing important, the blonde pushed her gently against the lockers and stepped closer to her. The hallway was empty because class ended a couple of hours ago. "You already want more, Berry? You were coming in my mouth just this morning..."
Was she supposed to be embarrassed? Because Rachel was feeling fucking proud of it. Yeah, bitches, she came down Quinn Fabray's pretty throat just this morning. And, fuck yes, she was more than ready for more.
"Are you saying you didn't like it?"
Now, she had no idea where that came from. It was usually Quinn the one to tease her like that until Rachel was a squirming horny mess. The perfect blonde eyebrow that slowly — torture, that was torture — went up told her Quinn was impressed with what came out of her mouth, too.
"Keep that up, Berry," Quinn said. "And we won't make it to the car."
Her cock came to life when she hear Quinn's words and the blonde laughed when she was pushed back toward the door on the opposite wall from the lockers. It was the locker room, she noticed. That damn locker room that started all this mess. Rachel pressed against her and wrapped her strong arms around her waist. She could feel something poking her already and licked her lips.
Such a delicious mess.
Yup, they would definitely not make it to the car. Rachel had no problem with it, though, because Quinn was pushing her toward the bench and her uniform top was nowhere to be found, even though Rachel had no idea when or how that came off. Her dress was next, and she watched with a smile as the blonde folded it carefully and put it on the bench beside her.
"It's a nice dress," she said with a shrug before attacking the diva's lips with her own.
Rachel freed her from her skirt and spankies, needing her naked as soon as possible. Her small hands ran over flat stomach and covered breasts, making Quinn moan lowly and bite her bottom lip like she loved to do.
It was getting really uncomfortable, so she let the blonde's perfect breasts go and pushed her underwear down her thighs. Her cock slapped her lower stomach, begging for attention. She was dying to lay the gorgeous blonde down on that bench and fuck her, but she also wanted to take things slow. Rachel wanted to taste Quinn again and make her come in her mouth just like the cheerleader did to her earlier.
"God, you're beautiful, Quinn," she whispered against the blonde's collarbone before kissing it. Licking the hot skin, her hands finished undressing her, leaving Quinn naked in front of her.
Quinn was about to reach toward her erection, but the diva stopped her and got up.
"What are you doing?" the blonde groaned.
That damn toothy grin on Rachel's face made her knees go weak and she didn't protest when the girl made her sit down. She just watched as Rachel got rid of the rest of her clothes before kneeling in front of her.
"I'm repaying the favor, beautiful." With her hands, she parted Quinn's legs.
Hazel eyes rolled back when a hot tongue found her clit. Her hand tangled in the girl's messy hair and she let her head fall back, completely lost as Rachel sucked and licked her. When she felt the girl's tongue entering her, she let out a loud moan and pushed her hips up, trying to make her go deeper inside her.
"Fuck, yes, Rachel," she whined.
The blonde's taste and her words were driving the diva crazy. It felt so good to feel Quinn squeezing her tongue and she couldn't wait for it to be her cock inside her. Nails scratched her scalp and thighs squeezed her head as the blonde squirmed. Quinn's moans were getting louder, filling the locker room beautifully.
"So close, dork," the blonde panted above her. "I'm so fucking close. Don't stop, baby."
Rachel slid her tongue out of Quinn's hot channel and immediately pushed two fingers inside, making the blonde groan in appreciation. Her lips closed around her swollen clit as her fingers started to move, and it didn't take long for Quinn to reach her limit.
Quinn's moans of ecstasy were so loud and they were so lost in each other that any of them heard the soft footsteps outside the closed door of the locker room. Rachel was still watching Quinn falling apart in front of her when the door opened behind her.
It was only when Quinn stopped trembling that the silence was broken.
"What the hell is going on here?"
Rachel quickly looked over her shoulder and gasped in horror. There, standing by the door, was a shocked Santana Lopez.
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A/N: Oh, yeah! I totally did. I left it right there 'cause, you know, I'm a bitch. See you soon ;)