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: It's been a month already! Sorry, but college basically took over my life. I have a test on Monday, actually, but a needed a break from Calculus before I went crazy. Anyway, thanks for the favorites/alerts/reviews, guys. It's truly amazing. And for the PMs, too. I hope this is a good one, so go read it! By the way, I did not proofread it because it was late and I'm lazy. Sorry for the mistakes.
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Rachel's mouth fell open as she pulled her hand away as if Quinn's skin burned her. She could hear Mrs. Fabray closing the front door and the clicking of her heals coming closer. Still in shock, she let out a squeak when Quinn's hand grabbed her by her shirt and pulled her up the stairs, almost falling when she tripped on her way up.
"Quinn, where are you?" Mrs. Fabray called when she got no reply and she sounded closer this time.
But the blonde girl didn't bother to answer; she pushed Rachel inside her bedroom and closed the door after them, locking it. If they weren't so fucked, she would have laughed at the diva's panicked face, with her eyes wide and her mouth open. Something told her her own face didn't look so different.
"What are we gonna do?" Rachel whispered, her eyes glued to the door behind the blonde as if her mother was about to come in, even though she saw Quinn locking it. "We are so screwed. Holy crap, your mother almost caught us! Oh, shit. We are screwed. What are we gonna do? Holy hell. What are we gonna—."
"Rachel, shut up!," Quinn cut her off and scowled. Experience told her the brunette could go on and on, so she put her hand over her mouth to keep her silent when she opened it again. "She doesn't know you are here, so keep quiet."
When the diva stopped trying to slap her hand away from her mouth, she finally let her go and took a step back. Things were quiet downstairs, but that did nothing to calm them down.
"We are so screwed," Rachel repeated.
Quinn's frown deepened when she saw the way the other girl was twisting and pulling at the long sleeves of her shirt. "Do not panic, Rachel."
"You're panicking, too!"
She was, but that was not the point.
"Quinn!" her mother called again. "Are you upstairs?"
Rachel poked her and started to wildly gesticulate with her hands, almost slapping her in the process. "Answer her," she hissed when the blonde did nothing but stare at her. The last thing they needed right now was the older woman coming upstairs to check for herself.
"What?" Quinn hissed back.
"Answer!" Rachel said a little bit louder as she pushed the blonde toward the closed door. Quinn's weak protests died down after Rachel fumbled with the key for a few seconds before opening it. Without the wooden barrier, they could hear Judy's heels clicking downstairs.
Clearing her throat, Quinn tiptoed toward the stairs and poked her head around the corner to see if her mother was near. "Hi, mom!" she finally called back. "Yeah, I'm here. What are you doing home so early?"
Everything went silent for a second and then the clicking started to get closer. The sound of her bedroom's door closing made her look over her shoulder and, sure enough, Rachel was nowhere to be found.
"Oh, there you are!"
The sound of her mother's voice made her look back downstairs and she forced herself to smile. For the first time in a long time, her mom actually did look like she was sober, which was just her luck.
"We had to cut the meeting short today," Judy said with a shrug. "So I thought I should come home so I could do something different for dinner, but there's lasagna in the kitchen. Why were you cooking, honey?"
Quinn groaned internally. She'd completely forgotten about the lasagna.
"Yeah, about that... I wasn't expecting you to come home and I was hungry, so I already ate dinner," she said.
"Oh, that's okay." Judy smiled. "But it smells different. Are you sure you did it right?"
"It's vegan lasagna, mom."
Judy's eyebrow went up, making the younger blonde squirm a little. Just because she mastered it herself, she always felt uneasy when her mother did it to her. "Vegan?" she asked as she tried to hide her amusement.
Quinn shrugged. "It's something I decided to try," she lied easily. "You should try it, too, mom. It's quite tasty, I think you'll like it."
"I think I will."
"Okay." The girl forced another smile. "Listen, mom, I was doing some homework, so I'll just go back—," she started to say, wanting to get away from her mother as soon as she could. It wasn't like she didn't want to talk to her mom — she honestly couldn't remember when was the last time she got a chance to talk to the older woman while she was sober. She kinda missed her mother. But there was a tiny girl inside her room that was probably freaking out and she had to make sure Rachel wasn't going crazy (or crazier) in there.
But of course she didn't get away so easily.
"Quinn, wait," her mother interrupted her mid-sentence. "Is there someone here with you?" she asked and that damn eyebrow went up again.
The blonde girl froze. "W-What?"
"I asked if there is someone here with you." Her eyebrow seemed to go even higher, something that should not have been possible.
"No!" Quinn exclaimed without thinking. She felt like slapping herself afterwards because there was no way she could have sounded more obvious. And things just got worse because her mother's other eyebrow went up, too. Two eyebrows meant trouble. "I mean, no. Why would you ask that?"
Judy's little amused smile was just as unnerving as her eyebrows. "Because there are two plates on the sink, honey. And I find it hard to believe that you used both of them to eat dinner."
Well, damn it.
"Oh." She almost slapped herself this time, seriously. "Yeah, that... Well, Brittany was here."
"Brittany?"
"Yes, Brittany. You remember Brittany, right? Blonde, tall, likes to dance and talk about her cats all the time," she babbled. "Actually, the vegan lasagna was her idea. She wanted to try it but her mom doesn't let her near the kitchen because she burned down her house once, so she asked me to make her some." The lies just kept coming and she let it all out. "We were going to study, too, but she had to go home to take care of her little sister. That's why there are two plates."
Judy nodded slowly, digesting all the crap Quinn just said. "I do remember her. The bubbly one... I don't think I could forget her."
No one could forget Brittany. The blonde dancer made sure of it.
"Cool. I'm going back to my homework, mom," Quinn said and let out a relieved breath when her mother didn't protest this time. Her 'homework' had probably gone insane already by now. "Eat some vegan lasagna. It's not bad."
Before Judy could say anything else, she ran away and just stopped when she had the door of her bedroom closed and locked after her again. The silence of the room was quite surprising; she expected to find Rachel freaking out, dramatically pacing around or climbing up the walls. But there was nothing.
There was no one in the room.
"Rachel?" she called quietly and frowned when she got no reply. "Dork, where are you?"
She looked inside her bathroom, inside her closet and under her bed, but Rachel was nowhere to be found. The idea of looking around the other guest rooms crossed her mind for a second, but she quickly dismissed it because she saw Rachel coming back inside her room and closing the door. She had to—.
And then she saw the cracked window.
"Oh, no. She didn't..."
Quickly, she walked toward it and opened it fully, trembling when the cold wind hit her flushed face like a slap. Still frowning, she looked down and groaned when she found nothing but darkness.
"I'm going to kill that idiot," she mumbled to herself before closing the window and running to get her phone from her bag. She dialed the number she memorized this last month and huffed when the girl didn't answer immediately. "Come one, Rachel."
The line connected after the fourth ring. "Hey!"
"You jumped out of the fucking window!" she exclaimed as soon as she heard the girl's voice. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Stop yelling, Quinn," Rachel said. "And I did not jump out of the window. I climbed down the three. It's different."
Quinn rolled her eyes so hard they almost got stuck. "Whatever," she groaned. Finally letting herself relax a little, she sat down on the edge of her bed and took a deep breath in to help her calm down. "Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"
When Rachel didn't answer her immediately, she started to get worried again.
"Well, I wouldn't say hurt," the other girl finally replied.
"Rachel..."
"Let's just say I was not made to climb down threes," Rachel quickly said after hearing Quinn's warning tone. "But, hey, I'm in one piece! Do not worry, Quinn, I'm okay."
That did nothing to calm her down. "Where are you? I drove you here. Do you need me to pick you up?" The sight of Rachel's sweater on the other side of the room caught her eyes and she felt like punching the stupid girl for the second time in last five minutes. "Are you out there without a coat? Rachel!"
"I'm fine. And, yes, I forgot to get my sweater." The distant sound of a car horn honking reached the blonde's ear. "Just don't worry, okay? I had to get out of there. I'll text you when I get home to let you know I made it safely."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Stay there. I'm fine," Rachel reassured her.
Quinn sighed. "Okay," she agreed reluctantly. "And just so you know, you'll be the one I'll be punching next time I see you."
Rachel's chuckle made her smile a little. "If you could just avoid my face, that'd be great. Santana's black eye looks nasty and do not wish one for myself."
"I'll think about it." She sighed again. "Promise you'll text me when you get home?"
"Yes, Quinn. It'll be the first thing I'll do."
"Okay," the blonde said. "Just be careful, dork."
It was just a couple of minutes later that her mother came knocking on her door.
"Mom?" she asked with a frown after she opened the door to find her mother with a monstrous piece of lasagna on her plate and a silly smile on her face.
"I just wanted to tell you this is amazing," Judy said as she poked her vegan lasagna with her fork. "I can't stop eating it."
Internally, she groaned. That was so not how was night was supposed to go.
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On Monday, Santana was waiting for her class to begin when Rachel entered the classroom. The way the smaller brunette was limping made her sit up straight and she frowned when the girl's bandaged ankle caught her eyes.
"What the hell happened to you, dwarf?" she asked before Rachel could even sit down.
Rachel rolled her eyes and ignored the Latina until she was as comfortable as she could get on that hard chair. "Hello, Santana. It's very nice to see you, too. Your eye looks worse than it did on Friday, by the way."
The Latina scoffed. "Whatever. Just answer my question."
"It's kinda stupid," Rachel admitted. "Quinn's mother almost caught us last Friday."
"Seriously?" Santana tried not to sound too shocked, because, really, Santana Lopez did not do shocked. But she did sound eager and she didn't give a fuck about it. "What happened? Were you, like, doing it and she just walked in? No, wait, you guys were totally doing it. You are always doing it. Like fucking rabbits or something. And that's kind of ironic 'cause Q is a such a prude and now she's putting out all the time. Berry, your dick must be magic 'cause you got Q—."
"Santana, focus."
The cheerleader paused for a second. "Oh, right. Go on."
"Well, we were not doing it," Rachel said with a glare, making the other girl smirk a little just to rile her up. But then the diva started to blush and, while Rachel's face became redder, Santana's smirk became bigger. "We were... almost doing it."
"I knew it!"
Several heads turned toward them and Santana glared until they were left alone again. When no one was looking, she grinned.
"Like fucking rabbits, I'm telling you," she said and laughed when the diva huffed beside her.
She would never admit it out loud — never —, but she slowly became fond of that dwarf over the last month. Berry was awkward and never shut her mouth when she should, but she was also funny in her own way and sweet no matter what. She was good to Brittany and treated Quinn like she was a fucking goddess or something. Seriously, it was so obvious those bitches were falling in love and all the eye-fucking they did was just disgusting — that's when they weren't actually fucking 'cause, again, rabbits —, but she held in all the sarcastic comments because Q was truly happy for the first time in years. Okay, maybe not all the comments. More like sixty percent or something, but who cares? Her comments were awesome.
Still, she liked to tease her and make her uncomfortable not just because it was funny the way Rachel always blushed and looked indignant, but because that's what she did to the people she liked. That was just her way of showing she cared, really. And, anyway, Rachel made it too easy.
"Like you're one to talk," Rachel grumbled. "Anyway, her mother came home."
"And cock-blocked you," Santana added.
"I didn't even care about being cock-blocked, I almost peed myself." She ignored the Latina's amused chuckle. "It was terrifying, okay? Could you imagine getting caught by the one person you're trying to hide from?"
Santana thought it was just plain stupid to keep 'hiding' from Quinn's parents inside their own house, but she decided not to bring it up. "What about your foot?" she asked instead.
"Oh, yeah, this... well, I kind of tried to climb down the three outside Quinn's bedroom window, but it turns out I can't do it," she said with a sheepish smile.
The smile quickly disappeared from the Latina's face. "Did Quinn make you jump out of the fucking window?"
Rachel frowned when she saw all the playfulness gone from the girl's tone. "No," she answered honestly. "She was talking to her mother and I panicked. I just needed to get away from the house and I was thinking about what I was doing."
"Yeah, 'cause you're an idiot." She eyed the girl's bandaged foot again. "Has she seen it yet?"
"No." The diva grimaced. "She said she's going to punch me when she sees me. And I'm not looking forward to being punched by her because I do not want a black eye, too. Yours look awful."
"Hey!"
"What? It does." Rachel grinned, making the Latina scoff.
"Shut up, dwarf. This black eye is all your fault," Santana said.
"No, it isn't. You got that all by yourself, Santana."
"Whatever." The Latina face forward so Rachel wouldn't see her smile. The teacher was about to start the class, so she opened her notebook and waited. "I really hope she punches you."
Rachel's chuckle was muffled by the bell announcing the beginning of the class.
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Quinn was waiting for her outside their class. The Head Cheerio narrowed her eyes when she saw the tiny girl limping and Rachel froze as soon as she saw her. From behind her, she heard Santana's delighted laughter.
"Hi," she tried, giving the blonde her best toothy grin because she knew that was the girl's favorite. It died slowly, though, when Quinn took a few steps closer with the same scowl in place. "Hmmm... Quinn?"
"You're so stupid, Rachel!" the blonde groaned just before she punched the diva's shoulder.
It wasn't a hard hit, but it was enough to make the tiny girl moan in pain and Santana laugh again. But the pain was quickly forgotten when the blonde unexpectedly wrapped her arms around her neck and hugged her in the middle of the crowed hallway.
People were looking, but Quinn couldn't care less at the moment. She sighed when she felt Rachel's hand on her back, the girl's familiar perfume making her dizzy. After hearing her mother talk about vegan lasagna all weekend, her father talking about the crap he had to take from his co-workers and worrying about that stupid, crazy girl, it just felt amazing to hold her, even if just for a few seconds.
"Thanks for not punching my face," Rachel mumbled against her shoulder.
"I like your face the way it is," Quinn mumbled back. Sighing, she finally let her go and took a step back to put some space between them. She saw that Santana was glaring at everyone that was looking at them strangely, which was literally everyone. It wasn't really working, but Quinn still appreciated the gesture. "Are you okay?"
Rachel nodded. "It wasn't anything serious."
"I can believe you just did that." She huffed. "Anyway, I don't think we should go back to my house for a few more days. I told mom it was Brittany that was there with me, but I don't know she believed me." The vegan lasagna did distract her, though.
"We can go to my house, you know," Rachel suggested.
She did suggest it before — one, two or twenty times —, but Quinn never really accepted it for some reason. All the times the blonde refused her invitation and insisted they went to her own house instead, she tried not to feel offended. Of course, she didn't live in a mansion like Quinn did, but she was proud of her house and wanted the girl that quickly became someone special to her to get to know that part of her life.
Still, Quinn hesitated again. "Rachel, I don't know..."
"Quinn, come on," she pleaded. "Look, we can go to my house today. If you don't like it or something, we find somewhere else to hang out."
"It's not about that." Quinn frowned. "It's just... Alright. We'll go to your house today," she finally agreed and a smile escaped involuntarily when Rachel gave her that toothy grin again. She wanted to hug her again, but they were still surrounded, so she restrained herself.
Later that day, she drove them to Rachel's house. Apparently, the brunette's father gave her a ride earlier because he didn't want her driving with her sprained ankle. He was supposed to give her a ride back home, but a quick text from the girl stopped him from leaving work.
Rachel's house was small and yellow and there were a few garden gnomes on the front yard. It was a nice, calm neighborhood with pretty houses, not far from their school. The girl's Prius was the only car on the driveway and knowing they would be alone was the only thing keeping her calm at the moment.
"I know it's not much, but—," Rachel started when the blonde did nothing but stare at the yellow house after she turned the car off.
"Don't say that," Quinn interrupted her. "I like it."
Rachel smiled. "Let's go."
Once inside the house, Quinn let her eyes travel around the house. The living room was filled with pictures everywhere and the furniture didn't match at all, but there was something about it that made it just... fit. It was so different from her own house, where everything was made to look perfect. Rachel's house looked exactly how Quinn imagine a home should.
Rachel insisted to give her a tour, so Quinn just went with it. There wasn't much to see, anyway. It was an one-story house with two bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, two bathrooms and a laundry room. But Rachel still showed her everything and told her stories about her fathers and other nice memories she had inside that house.
The diva's bedroom was the last one and it truly amazed her because everything about it screamed Rachel. There were Broadway posters covering the yellow walls and sheet music everywhere. The small bed was surrounded by books on the floor because Rachel didn't have a shelf to put them and her numerous CDs were neatly stacked on the only table beside the girl's notebook. The whole room was... perfect, really.
"What do you think?" Rachel asked nervously from her spot beside the blonde.
Quinn was eying a framed picture of the brunette with a young girl who she assumed was Ruth Puckerman. It was the only picture beside the one with her parents that Rachel had in her room. "It's very you."
Rachel frowned. "Is that a good thing?"
Hazel eyes met hers and she felt her heart jump inside her chest. "Well, I kind of like you, so yes. It is a good thing, dork."
"I kind of like you, too."
Smiling, the blonde stepped closer to her and grabbed her face gently before leaning in and pressing their lips together. Rachel waited for Quinn to deepen the kiss, but the other girl did nothing; they just stayed there, lips pressed together for a few seconds. It was sweet and, even though they did nothing, it still made her heart go insane.
"I love your house, Rachel," Quinn admitted after they parted.
"I'm glad you're here." Rachel put her hands on the other girl's hips and pulled her a little bit closer. "Can I ask— I mean, you always said no. Why didn't you want to come here?"
The cheerleader's smile died a little. "It's complicated. I just don't feel like I should be here after everything I did to you these last few years, you know? This is your house, this is your parents' house and I don't think they would be happy to have the girl that bullied her daughter over."
Frowning again, the diva shook her head. "That's ridiculous, Quinn."
"But it's not!" the blonde exclaimed. "You're supposed to have a safe heaven, somewhere you can be free from all of the crap you get from school."
"And I do," Rachel retorted. "My house is the only place where I ever felt safe and I wanted to share it with the person that became one of my closest friends. I want you here, Quinn. You're welcome here."
"Your parents—."
"They don't know," Rachel admitted quietly. "I stopped telling them about the bullying after I started High School. They think I have friends and that people finally accept me because that's what I told them, so you don't have to worry about them hating you. For them, you're just the girl I've spending time with this last month and that's it."
Quinn wasn't sure about how she was supposed to feel about that. She wanted to be happy because Rachel's parents didn't hate her, but she was also sad and angry because Rachel lied to her parents about her situation at school.
"Rachel, why did you lie to them?"
"That's..." The diva sighed and squeezed her hips lightly. "I had my reasons, okay?"
"Still, you shouldn't have," Quinn insisted.
The light kiss the diva gave her left her breathless.
"I had my reasons."
Quinn let it go because it was clear Rachel didn't want to talk about it.
For the next hour or so, they spent talking on the living room and watching Friend's reruns. Like she promised herself she would, Quinn asked as much questions as she could about the girl's childhood. She laughed when Rachel told her stories about a tiny girl that sang Disney songs on the coffee table and the time her father's took her to New York when she was eleven to see her first Broadway show.
When they ended up tangled on the brunette's small bed, Quinn felt something inside of her melt. Rachel's lips were kissing her neck and her messy hair was tickling her skin. Her top was lying on the floor beside her skirt and Rachel's pants.
Without rush, she let Rachel do whatever she wanted to her. So when the girl played with her breasts, kissed all over her stomach and nipped at her thighs, she did nothing but moan and gently pull at her hair. When the girl finally gave her what she wanted, Quinn looked down and met the girl's dark eyes while she licked and sucked and drove her crazy, and even though she wanted to close her eyes and just feel, she refused to lose that eye contact with her. It felt extremely intimate and just hot.
She came with a long moan the first time, scratching the diva's scalp and never losing that connection with her, eyes locked.
Tasting herself on Rachel's lips was still something that shocked and excited her at the same time. The brunette was grinning when she pushed her down on the bed and pressed their bodies together, skin against skin.
"I'll can never get enough of you," she whispered against the blonde's ear, her hot breath making her shiver even though she felt like she was on fire.
And when the girl finally filled her up, she exploded.
Warm brown eyes stared at her attentively as they moved together, small moans escaping her as the bed creaked under them. She'd lost count of how many times they did that, but running her hands over her modest curves, hearing the gentle sounds she made and feeling her small breasts rubbing against her still felt so different and so good, just like that first time inside a locker room when they were nothing but basically strangers.
"Harder, dork," she pleaded, groaning when the girl's hips slammed forward.
After that, it was just a mess of loud sounds, hot lips, skin slapping skin and brown eyes. Well, those were the only things Quinn really could register over the pleasure. And when she came for the second time, she called Rachel's name and forced her eyes open again so she could have that connection back, trembling when she felt Rachel explode inside of her.
She allowed herself twenty minutes to just stay there, lying on the bed with the other girl's naked body pressed against her side. She played with her dark hair and kissed the top of her head a few time, chuckling when Rachel snuggled closer every time.
Warm brown eyes watched her every move as small hands caressed her stomach and, just like before, she felt something melt inside of her. It terrified her, that effect Rachel had on her, but it also made her want more and more of it.
That stupid, stupid, beautiful girl.
God, she was in so much trouble.
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