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: I know I say this all the time, but you guys are fucking awesome. I hope you enjoy this one. Like I said before, I have a good idea of where I'm taking this story, but every suggestion is very much appreciated. Go read now, people! ;)
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Santana entered the locker room unusually perky that morning. Some of the girls eyed her suspiciously and stepped back so they wouldn't be too close to the second in command. Smirking, the Latina made her way to her locker and threw her bag inside it.
It didn't take long for Brittany to show up.
"You're in a good mood today," the dancer pointed out and smiled. Her smile died, though, when she saw the wicked glint on her girlfriend's dark eyes. "What are you planing, Santana?"
"Nothing," the Latina answered innocently.
Brittany narrowed her eyes. "San..."
"I'm just having a little bit of fun," she said and looked away from the blonde's blue eyes that were searching her own. Brittany just crossed her arms and waited for her to spill the truth because she knew Santana would. Internally cursing Brittany for knowing her so well and herself for being so fucking whipped, she closed her locker and faced her triumphant girlfriend. "It's about Q and the dwarf."
"Oh." Brittany was back to excited in no time. "What about them? Are they finally going to come out? 'Cause they are not subtle at all."
Santana's eyes widened slightly and she looked around them to see if any of the other girls was listening to their conversation.
"Brittany, they are not dating," she slowly told her girlfriend, who frowned. "And you can't say things like that around people because Quinn will get in so much trouble."
"But they are together." The dancer was so sure of it. She saw the way they looked at each other when they thought no one was looking. It was so obvious it wasn't even funny.
Nodding, the Latina grabbed the girl's hand and gently pulled her away from the other girls. "Kind of," she said with a smirk. "They are fucking, but they're not dating. Q likes to play with Hobs' little friend when she's not busy."
The blonde dancer frowned. "But they are not dating?"
"Nope. You know Q and her crappy parents," Santana explained. Brittany nodded because she knew Quinn's family situation. "And her image, too," she added. "She won't date the dwarf. Not in public, at least."
Her frown deepened as she processed what was really going on with Quinn and Rachel. She liked the tiny brunette — Rachel was nice and sweet and never judged her for the way she talked or acted. And Quinn was one of her closest friends. They made a cute couple. Odd, but cute. But what they were doing just didn't seem... right.
"And Rachel is okay with it?" Everything about Rachel screamed hopeless romantic. She found it hard to believe that the girl would settle for only a physical relationship.
Santana shrugged. "She says she is, Britts."
"She can't be," Brittany insisted. "I can't really blame her for accepting, but I don't think she is okay with it. It just sounds... bad."
She didn't think Quinn was okay with it, either. Quinn was very proud of everything she did, even her mistakes. It was something Brittany admired a lot about her friend. She wasn't impulsive and would hardly let her emotions control her acts, thinking about every detail and possible consequence before making a move.
But not when Rachel Berry was involved, apparently.
"And that bring us back to my plan," Santana said as she looked around the locker room. The girls were ignoring them now, too sleepy to care. Sue's crazy practice hours were a bitch and she would normally be screaming obscenities at everyone close enough to hear her until Quinn showed up with her coffee. "I'm an evil genius, babe." She grinned proudly. "And I know exactly how to push Quinn's buttons."
Brittany hesitated for a moment because the Latina had that evil glint back on her eyes. "What are you going to do? Are you sure this is going to help them?"
"I don't know." She shrugged. "But it's going to be so fucking funny to watch Q freak out."
"Santana..."
"What?" the Latina exclaimed. "It can help them, too. Maybe..."
It was almost six and Quinn would be there in a few minutes, so she had to act quickly. Do what she wanted to do with the HBIC near was not a good idea. Beside her, Brittany sighed and gave her expectant girlfriend one last warning look.
"This better not hurt them, San."
That was all Santana needed. Smirking, the Latina pecked her girl on the cheek and turned around to face the rest of the squad. She took a minute to think about the best way to do it. When her eyes fell on Jessica, another senior, putting her dark hair in a high ponytail not far from her, she knew how she it was going to happen.
"Hey, Jess," she called with a fake smile. Jessica's green eyes met hers and the girl frowned in confusion. Santana usually didn't speak to her if she wasn't complaining about something she did wrong or barking orders. Some of the girls near turned to see what was going on, curious.
"Hi," she hesitantly greeted back.
"You're dating Mark, right?" Santana shook her head sadly after the other brunette agreed. "He is nice, I guess." She leaned closer to the other girl, evil smirk back in place. "How is he doing with his early arrival problem, by the way?"
Jessica's cheeks flamed red when the other girl's started to giggle around them. "What? He doesn't have—," she tried to say, but Santana cut her off.
"Oh, he does." She nodded. "It's very frustrating, I know. But you're not the only one who has to deal with boyfriends that suck in bed. I mean, Quinn dealt with Hudson for years." Her eyes traveled around and a few girls looked away. "Some of you would know, wouldn't you?"
"What do you want, Santana?" Jessica asked abruptly, bringing the Latina's attention back to her.
Santana's eyebrows went up. "Nothing important," she said slowly. "It's just that you and your friends are so proud because your boyfriend is on the football team and, really, that's so stupid. I mean, look at me. My girlfriend is fucking hot and talented." She winked at Brittany, who smiled back. "And she is amazing in bed. Now, look at you. You have a boyfriend with a small dick that can't last three minutes, but you're still with him just because he wears a letterman jacket."
She let Jessica go because she felt like she'd tortured her enough. The whole squad was looking at her now and Santana was ready to strike.
"It makes me so sad that you are settling for so little. We are Cheerios, girls. We are the top dogs and we own this shit." She shrugged. "My opinion? I think we deserve some fun after all the hard work we have to do to keep our spot. Some good fun," she added and eyed Jessica again, who was still blushing beside her. "Veronica," she called suddenly another senior, making the girl jump. "When was the last time you had a good fuck?"
Veronica's eyes widened comically. "A-Are you serious?"
"Come on, we're all friends here." Santana chuckled. "Don't be shy."
The other girls were watching her and some even nodded, waiting for her answer.
"Puck," Veronica finally admitted.
Santana nodded. "He's good." Her dark eyes sparkled with mirth. "Look, girls, I'm going to tell you something and this stays between us. Got it?" They all nodded obediently. And, just like that, she knew whatever she said to them would definitely not stay just between them. "Do you really wanna know someone good? And I mean good."
To her surprise, it was Jessica who asked first. "Who?"
"Rachel Berry."
It was completely silent after that. From the other side of the locker room, Brittany's eyes narrowed when she finally understood what her girlfriend was doing. That was not good.
"Berry?" one shocked Cheerio squeaked. "RuPaul Berry? Rachel with-a-penis Berry?
"The one and only." Santana smirked, satisfied with the reaction she got.
"How would you know?" another one asked, skeptical. "Have you slept with her?"
The Latina shook her head. "Nope. But I know someone who did," she added quickly. Some girls were still frowning, but she could tell they were curious about what she just said. And that was exactly what Santana wanted — make them curious enough to do what she wanted them to do. "And she told me the dwarf is a freak in bed." No pun intended, she added to herself. "And I saw what Berry is hiding under those skirts. Let me tell you, girls, biggest berries I've ever seen."
Immediately, the girls started to whisper and move around.
"Fabray made her off-limits, right?" she continued and tried not to let her evil smirk escape again. "So, how bad could it be to go after some real fun? You should think about it," Santana added with a wink to Jessica before she turned around to go back to her girlfriend. Her job was done.
Brittany shook her head and sighed.
That was not good at all.
xxx
"No good dead will I do again," Rachel sang to herself as she walked down the hallway toward her next period. People hardly looked at her now and she welcomed the lack of attention; after years of waiting constantly for someone to push her or trip her or throw a slushie at her face, it felt good to just walk.
She was almost there when she felt a shiver run down her spine. Very slowly, she stopped walking and turned around, expecting to find now familiar hazel eyes watching her. She tensed when she found a small group of Cheerios eying her not very far.
The four girls started to giggle when they saw her looking their way.
Frowning, she looked down at herself, but there was nothing out of place. She was sure her hair was a mess, but, well, it was always a mess. Still, the cheerleaders giggled again and whispered to themselves while looking at her and Rachel just didn't know what was wrong.
What the hell was going on?
She decided to let it go and forget about it. With her books pressed against her chest, she chanced one last look over her shoulder and, yep, they were still laughing and looking at her. Rachel huffed and shook her head.
Cheerleaders were weird.
But it happened again just after lunch.
Rachel had completely forgotten about the incident already and was calmly grabbing the books she'd need for her next class when another small group of cheerleaders walked by. Red, white and black caught her eyes and made her stop.
Slowly, she looked over her shoulder and, sure enough, the girls were just standing there, looking at her and fucking giggling again. What was wrong with these girls today? But it was when one of them winked at her and shyly waved that Rachel knew something very wrong was going on.
"Hi, Rachel," the other one called.
"Uh— hi?" The diva felt like punching herself after that one and blushed when the girls giggled again. Well, at least now they had a reason to laugh. "Hi," she repeated more firmly. "Can I— Hmmm, can I help you with anything?"
The Cheerio, a tall blonde with nice blue eyes and freckles, nodded with a suggestive smile.
"You sure can," she said with a wink of her own.
The bell ringing made the tiny girl jump and the cheerleaders laugh again. Seriously, were they fucking hyenas or something? But none of them was saying anything hurtful and that usually was everything she got from cheerleaders in the past. They were just giggling like idiots, instead, so Rachel guessed it wasn't so bad.
"See you around, Rachel," the blonde called just before they walked away. Another one looked over her shoulder and waved. "Bye."
It was when Glee came around that she really freaked out, though. She was the first one to arrive, like always, and immediately went to sit on her usual chair on the first row. With ten minutes to spare, the diva opened a notebook and started to make a list of songs that she thought were good options for Sectionals. She wanted to be prepared for when Mr. Schue finally decided to discuss the approaching competition.
Kurt and Mercedes were next, quickly followed by Mike and Sam. Slowly, the choir room was filled with soft conversation and music after Puck grabbed a guitar and Finn started drumming. Santana and Brittany entered the room and went to sit on the last row.
"Hey, Rachel!" Brittany greeted excitedly and Rachel smiled warmly. Her smile turned into a frown, however, when the Latina patted her had like she was a fucking dog. "Hobs."
Rachel was still glaring at the other brunette when Quinn arrived. The blonde girl discreetly touched her shoulder as she passed her and the little diva felt herself relax. Her composed mask slipped for a second and hazel eyes sparkled.
"Berry," Quinn called softly.
Her toothy grin appeared immediately. "Hi, Quinn."
"Gross," Santana groaned from behind them. A loud smack made several heads turn toward the back of the room. "Ouch! Brittany, what the hell?"
"Be nice, Santana," the bubbly blonde warned her girlfriend. Quinn just chuckled when the tough Latina pouted miserably.
They were all still looking at the pouting Latina, so no one noticed the baby Cheerios entering the room. Rachel was trying really hard not to laugh at the brunette's face because she just knew Santana would kick her ass for it, but her barely contained smile disappeared when the two girls plopped down on the chairs on either sides of her. They both had predatory smiles on their faces.
"Hi, Rachel," one of them said.
"Do you mind if we sit here today?" the other asked, leaning closer to the wide eyed girl.
Rachel tried to lean away from her, but that backfired because she just ended up closer to the other one.
"N-No?" Maybe. What did they want? Why were they doing this? Until that day, the baby Cheerios just ignored her during practice and now they were touching her arms and batting their eyelashes at her.
Seriously, what the fuck was going on?
She was so busy trying to escape the baby Cheerios silly hands that she didn't notice the very different looks the other four Cheerios in the room were shooting her. Nicole was looking at them like they fucking lost their minds because they were basically attacking the tiny brunette in front of everyone, Brittany had a sympathetic look because she knew Rachel must've been confused about why all of the Cheerio squad was suddenly very interested in her, Santana had a satisfied grin on her face because, fuck yeah, she was a evil genius and Quinn... well, if looks could kill, some of her cheerleaders would certainly be dead by now.
Quinn's eyes narrowed dangerously as the one on Rachel's right ran her hand down the girl's arm and she had to take a deep breath to keep herself from jumping down the steps, grabbing that bold, stupid girl and yanking her away from Rachel. Because, damn it, she just shouldn't— she had no right to touch her!
"Hey, guys!"
The girls stopped their attack when Mr. Schue came in and smiled innocently at the teacher. Rachel was red and breathless and she was pretty sure one of them touched her breast more than one time.
Glee never took so long to be over.
When Mr. Schue finally said that they were free to go, Rachel jumped out of her chair as if it burned her. The baby Cheerios smiled amusedly and watched the girl put some space between them. Before they could say anything, though, they felt their smiles drop when Quinn Fabray stepped in front of them. Hazel eyes as cold as ice made them stop breathing for a moment.
"You open your mouth and you are done," the HBIC said slowly. "Get out."
The girls didn't even look at Rachel while they grabbed their things and basically ran out of the choir room. The rest of the club eyed Quinn carefully as they passed her, none of them dared to say a word to the very pissed off blonde.
"Quinn?" Rachel tentatively called after everyone left.
"What the hell was that?" the blonde suddenly spat, startling the other girl. "Why were they all over you?"
Rachel shrugged. "I don't know."
But that was not the answer Quinn was looking for. Her heart was racing and she felt like she was about to be sick because someone just touched and flirted with the other girl — in front of her. It didn't matter that the girls didn't know that Rachel was involved with her or that she had no claim over her. Quinn was angry and she wanted a fucking answer.
"Have you been flirting with my Cheerios?" she pressed.
"What?" Rachel squeaked. "Why would I do that?"
Why wouldn't she?
Quinn faced away from Rachel and closed her eyes tightly. She was acting irrationally and she knew it, but she just witnessed two of her own cheerleaders groping the girl she'd been sleeping with for the last month and— fuck! Something inside her chest was burning and she wanted to scream or slap someone.
And Rachel was just... there.
"Are you really going after my Cheerios now?" she continued. There was no warmth in her tone and Rachel sadly realized the girl standing in front of her was not the same girl that watched movies and kissed her when they were alone. After a month, she was finally facing the HBIC again.
Rachel sighed. "Quinn, please..."
"Did you like it?" Quinn glared at the other girl. "Did you like the way they were all over you, touching you? Is that what you want, Berry?"
"Quinn..."
"Are you that desperate for attention—."
"Stop!"
The angry blonde shut her mouth and frowned. Her eyes finally focused on the girl in front of her and she expected her to be angry, too. Affronted. But she did not expect to see hurt in those big, brown eyes that grew so familiar to her in the last month.
"I will not stay here and listen to your stupid accusations, Quinn Fabray." Rachel hastily grabbed her bag and notebook from her chair.
"Rachel," she called and took a step closer, but the diva raised one hand to keep her from coming closer.
"You need to calm down, Quinn." She sighed and started to walk toward the door. "I'll talk to you later." And then she left the blonde alone inside the empty room. Quinn waited for it, but she didn't look back.
xxx
They never did talk that day. Quinn sent Rachel a few texts and hoped for an answer, but none came and the blonde gave up after a few hours. Instead, she decided to go after the girl the next day and that was the first thing she did after Cheerio morning practice was over.
Her blood was boiling again with anger because she heard not just a few, but basically the whole fucking squad talking about Rachel during practice. The baby Cheerios were smart enough not to open their mouth after Quinn's reaction the day prior and made sure to stay out of the Head Cheerio's way, but the other girls didn't have the same problem. They talked and laughed and one of the seniors even said Rachel's clumsiness was kinda cute. Not that it wasn't, but how the hell did she even know Rachel was clumsy?
She spotted Rachel down the hall and pushed her anger aside because she would not let the same thing that happened in the choir room happen again.
"Rachel, wait up!" she called and let out a relieved breath when the little brunette stopped walking and patiently waited for her. She even offered her a polite smile, but it wasn't her famous toothy grin that made the blonde's heart jump. Quinn had no idea that such a small thing could hurt like that. "Hi."
"Hey, Quinn." She started to walk again and the blonde quickly followed her. "How are you this morning?"
Quinn sighed. "Calmer."
Hesitant brown eyes met hers for a moment before Rachel smile again, just a bit bigger.
"That's good."
With a quick look around them, she noticed that the hallway was almost empty because it was pretty early still. So, without hesitating, she grabbed one of Rachel's smaller hands and gently pulled her toward an empty classroom that would give them enough privacy.
As soon as the door was closed, the blonde turned around and smashed their lips together, sighing in contentment when the other girl's free hand went to the back of her neck. The idea of competition and that some other girl could do the same thing she was doing in that moment woke something in her. Something primal, wild and very, very possessive.
"Q-Quinn, we need to talk," Rachel said and gasped the blonde's hand disappeared under her skirt. That was not how she'd imagined her morning would go and Quinn caught her completely off guard.
"Later," Quinn groaned against her neck, where she was licking and nipping the soft skin. "I need to fuck you first."
So Rachel just let her do what she wanted because when Quinn Fabray says she wants to fuck you, you just let her fuck you. That's, like, a law or something. Rachel was still pissed about the way the beautiful girl acted the day prior and Quinn would definitely hear a very long rant about how not okay it was for her to talk to her like that, but that could wait a few more minutes. There was something on her eyes that told her Quinn needed that physical connection in that moment.
They ended up against the wall beside the door. Quinn closed her eyes and bit her lip to keep herself quiet while Rachel entered her. She brought one of her legs up and gasped when Rachel went deeper inside her. Pressed against her, Rachel was breathing heavily and letting out soft whimpers that made goosebumps brake out across her heated skin.
It was careless and angry and rough, but it felt so good. The way Rachel was pressing her whole body against that wall, the small marks her nails were leaving on her thigh and the perfect mix of pleasure and pain every time the smaller girl thrust her hips up, short and hard. The 'no sex in school' rule was definitely an empty one because they kept breaking it every single week the last month, but they'd never been that reckless before — doing it inside of a classroom with the door unlocked, right before class started, when anyone could just walk in.
And Quinn almost wished someone would. Actually, she wanted her whole squad to just burst inside the room so they could see exactly what they were doing, who Rachel had pressed against that fucking wall while she fucked the hell out of her. That would be a complete disaster, but Quinn didn't give a fuck about it in that moment.
Her orgasm hit her hard and she felt her knee giving in. Rachel's other hand grabbed her other thigh and she pressed the trembling blonde harder against the wall to keep her up. Quinn helplessly whimpered as wave after wave rolled through her and Rachel just held her, brown eyes watching her coming apart attentively.
When she finally came down from her high, the blonde pushed the girl away with shaky hands and let her body fall when she was free. On her knees, she didn't waste any time before wrapping her lips around the tip of Rachel's cock, groaning lowly when she tasted the girl's salty precome and herself. She smirked around her when Rachel had to put one hand on the wall behind the blonde for support.
"Quinn," the diva whispered and that was the only warning she got before Rachel exploded inside her mouth. Small fingers tangled in her hair, disheveling her high ponytail, and Quinn savored the power that filled her every time she made the other girl lose control while she caressed the back of her strong thighs with her hands.
Rachel sighed when Quinn let her go and took a step back, using the wall to push herself away from the gorgeous girl that was still on her knees in front of her, smirking in satisfaction.
"That was amazing," the blonde purred before getting back on her feet while the other girl made herself look presentable again. She accepted her spankies when Rachel offered it back.
"And crazy," Rachel added with a small frown. The adrenaline was starting to wear off and she could finally think straight again. It was usually Quinn the one that freaked out after they did it because of the possibility of getting caught, but the blonde seemed too satisfied with herself to care. "We're playing with fire, Quinn."
Quinn's smile disappeared slowly when she spot the girl's unamused expression.
"Are you... mad?"
"No," Rachel answered honestly. She just had mind-blowing sex with the hottest girl she knew against a fucking wall — who the hell would be mad about that? But she wasn't very happy, either. "I was mad," she admitted, "and I don't think angry sex is the answer for our problems right now."
"But it was hot," Quinn teased.
After a few seconds, Rachel nodded her head in agreement and blushed a little.
"I'm not sorry for jumping you like that." The cheerleader walked toward the closest desk and sat down. She sighed when the smaller girl didn't come closer. "You said we'd talk later, but you didn't answer my texts yesterday," she tried instead.
Rachel finally relented and went to sit next to her. "I had dance class and my phone died."
"And you couldn't have answered when you got home?"
"I just thought it would be better if talked today, Quinn." Her frown deepened when the blonde avoided her eyes. "I wanted to have this conversation personally."
Hesitant hazel eyes met hers again for a second. "It's just— I don't like it when you're mad at me," she quietly told her. Quinn forced herself not to look away again because she needed to do this. That was one of the most difficult changes she was trying to make. Until that day, she'd always seen vulnerability as a weakness.
A small smile tugged on the diva's lips because, yeah, that was the girl she met in the locker room a month ago, not the cold hearted bitch that was yelling at her in the choir room.
"I don't like being mad at you." She could see the tension leaving the cheerleader after she said that. "But the way you talked to me was not okay."
"I know!" Quinn was clearly frustrated, but with herself this time. "I'm sorry, dork."
"I know you are, but you can't just scream and make accusations because you are angry, Quinn," Rachel continued. "You changed— no, you are still changing. And I absolutely love spending time with you. But I won't tolerate this kind of behavior. Not anymore."
Because Quinn wasn't the only one that was changing. For so many years, Rachel learned to defend herself and just deal with all the harassment, but she never really fought back. Mostly because she knew it wasn't worth it. What was the point, anyway? It was only her against the rest of the school.
But this last month of protection and freedom made her confidence grow. Rachel had always been a extremely confident person — she knew she would get out of Lima after graduation, it was just inevitable. This was a different kind of confidence, though. It was the one that made her believe she could stand for herself, that she could fight back and not just let them attack her while she just waited for it to be over.
And that would be exactly what she would do if Quinn attacked her again. She wouldn't walk away like she did the day prior — no, she would fucking fight back!
"You are not just that girl, Quinn," she reminded the blonde more gently. "The girl I got to know is also sweet and funny and a complete nerd." Rachel chuckled when Quinn rolled her eyes. "I understand that the HBIC is a part of you, too. A big one. All I'm asking is that, next time, you lash out at someone who actually deserves it. I did nothing wrong and you had no right to act like that."
Quinn took a deep breath and nodded once. "I know," she repeated, "and I'm sorry." Because God knows that admitting to being wrong was just as hard as letting herself be vulnerable in front of someone else for her.
"It's okay." Rachel reached out and gently squeezed her arm. "We're good now."
"Good." That wasn't as painful as she thought it would be. "But... you really didn't flirt with them? I mean, they are all talking about you."
Rachel shook her head. "I just as confused about it as you are, trust me. Two days ago, they were acting like a didn't even exist and now... they are giving me their numbers. Five of them gave me their numbers, Quinn. Five. I still can't believe it and I have no idea about what I'm supposed to do with them."
Hazel eyes narrowed dangerously, but she didn't make the same mistake of letting her anger out. Instead, she focused on Rachel's wide eyes and cute frown. That was when she realized that the diva really had no idea about what she should do with the phone numbers. It was probably the first time something like that happened to her and she could tell Rachel felt lost.
"Aren't you going to call them?" she asked. The answer to that question had the potential to hurt like a freaking bitch, but she asked anyway because she needed to know Rachel's intentions.
"I— I don't think so," Rachel finally said and Quinn felt like she could breath again. "I don't know these girls, Quinn. I don't know why they are after me all of a sudden."
More relaxed, the blonde leaned closer to the wide eyed girl. "They are not going to hurt you, okay? They are a lot of things, but crazy is not one of them." No one had been stupid enough to go after the diva until that day and she doubted any of her cheerleaders planned to hurt the smaller girl. And that was exactly what made Quinn worry. Because, if they weren't after her to hurt her, then they really must be interested in her.
"I know they are not going to hurt me," Rachel assured her.
The bell rang outside the classroom and the diva sighed because she was going to be late again. Quinn was not a good influence on her.
"Just be careful, dork," Quinn said before getting up. She leaned closer to the other girl and quickly pecked her on the lips. The anger that was still throbbing inside of her melted away when Rachel finally gave her that stupid toothy grin that she'd been waiting for.
"I will."
Quinn allowed herself one more quick kiss because Rachel was not mad at her anymore and it was totally not her fault that the innocent kiss grew into another one that was not so innocent. Chuckling, the diva pushed her away gently.
"Go away, Quinn." She grinned again when the blonde pretended to be annoyed. "I'll see you later. And, please, try not to kill anybody today."
With a teasing smirk, Quinn opened the door.
"I can't promise anything" was the last thing she said before she exited the room.
xxx
It was the same thing for the rest of the week. When Friday finally came around, Rachel had a total of thirteen phone numbers. Even the baby Cheerios gave her their numbers — they made sure Quinn was nowhere around them when they did it, though.
And every time Quinn saw some girl talking to her in the hallways, they'd end up inside the janitor closet having hot, rough sex that left the diva spent. It was ridiculous the number of times they did it that week.
Rachel wasn't stupid, she knew why Quinn was acting like that. It was on the way she always made her say her name when she came and the red marks she left behind all over her body. The blonde prided herself on being in control at all times, but jealousy made her lose every bit of it in a matter of seconds. Calculative, cold and confident were words that people usually used to describe Quinn Fabray. Right now, the word Rachel would've used would be possessive.
And she also knew they weren't a couple and that Quinn had no claim on her. But it was when the blonde lost her cool that the diva knew Quinn felt something for her. They were friends, sure, but they were also lovers. And every time she glared or yelled at some girl her when she came too close, Rachel knew she really cared about them. Because she really had to care if she was feeling threatened, right?
It was kind of stupid of her to feel threatened, though. To Rachel, none of those girls had a chance against the beautiful, powerful blonde. But Rachel also liked to see Quinn squirm a little, so she was not going to be the one to tell her that.
"Hey, Berry."
Turning around, she was met with yet another girl. Tall, dark hair and blue eyes, the girl had a nice smile to go with her gentle greeting. It was a different approach; the other ones liked to be more... forward. This one kept her distance and just wait for her to answer. But what really caught the diva's attention was the lack of the usual uniform.
"Uh, hi." After all the other times, you'd think she was getting used to being approached by girls. Nope, she was still very awkward. "Can I help you?"
The girl nodded. "I was just wondering if you'd like to join me and some of my friends during lunch today," she said and pointed somewhere over Rachel's right shoulder. The diva quickly chanced a look behind her and saw three girls standing not far from them. Only one of them was a cheerleader.
"Hmmm, thank you for the offer..."
"Casey," she offered.
"Casey, right. Well, thank you, Casey, but I don't go to the cafeteria during lunch." Rachel gave her a small smile and shrugged. "Maybe some other time."
But Casey apparently didn't give up easily.
"Oh, that's cool. We can go somewhere—," she started to say.
"She said no."
The voice cut through the air and immediately silenced the girl. Rachel saw Casey tensing and the fearful look that crossed her pretty face when Quinn stepped out of nowhere. The HBIC had her best cold mask in place and Rachel knew that look very well; it was her don't-fuck-with-me look. Casey apparently knew that look, too, because she took a step back to put more distance between her and the frowning diva.
"Name," Quinn said.
The girl's eyes widened when the blonde came closer to her. "C-Casey. Casey Williams."
"Well, I would say it's a pleasure to meet you, Williams, but then I'd be lying." She took another step closer and tried not to smirk when the girl pressed her back against the lockers. "You see, Berry over here is under my protection and I'm pretty sure you know that already. So, I'll ask you this one time and you better not lie to me: why were you after her?"
Rachel huffed beside her. "Quinn—."
"It was just lunch!" Casey exclaimed, cutting the diva off.
"Interesting..." The HBIC crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her head thoughtfully. "And why did you want to have lunch with her?"
"Quinn, come one," Rachel tried again, unamused.
"We were just curious." Casey looked back toward her friends that were watching the whole scene in silence. "Jessica told us a few things about Rachel and—."
She never got to finish that sentence because Quinn was suddenly right in front of her, cold glare in place.
"What did she say?" the blonde growled. It was not about jealousy anymore; the sudden urge to protect the small girl beside her was overwhelming and something Quinn hadn't really experienced before. Rachel's hand on her back was the only thing that kept her from grabbing the frightened girl in front of her and shaking her until she gave her the fucking answer.
"I-It was nothing bad, I swear!" Casey's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her eye sockets. "The girls are saying Berry is the new thing, you know? They said she is—." A blush covered her pale cheeks. "Well equipped," she finished quietly.
Rachel's mouth fell open in shock. "They said what?"
But Casey didn't get the chance to repeat because Quinn had finally grabbed her by her sweater and pulled her until they were nose to nose.
"Who told them that?" Her tone was cold, low and slightly murderous.
Casey whimpered a little before finally answering.
"Santana."
And that was when everything went to hell.
Quinn let go of the girl and turned around. Still in shock, Rachel just watched the blonde girl shoving people out of her way as she marched down the hallway. Beside her, Casey was using the lockers for support.
"Holy crap," the girl mumbled under her breath. "That girl is fucking scary."
But Rachel didn't hear her. There was only one thing running through her mind in that moment.
"She is going to kill Santana."
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