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 wasn't really sure about this one, but someone told me it was good, so there it is. And I wanted to thank RTeixeira for her honest opinion (: And, guys, the feedback from last chapter was so amazing. As always, thank you for the favorites/alerts/reviews. That's all.
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"Oh, fuck!"
Rachel whimpered as Quinn's nails dug into her shoulders, but she ignored the pain and focused on pressing their mouths together to suppress the tiny moans that were escaping the blonde. As she added a third finger to the mess, the blonde's hands let go of her bruised shoulders and glided down her front, squeezing her breasts roughly.
Another moan came out of her and Rachel bit down on her neck to stop the next one.
"Quinn, you have to be quiet," she whispered breathlessly.
Pressing her hips down, the blonde closed her eyes tightly as the flat of the diva's palm rubbed her clit deliciously. "I-I'm trying," she whispered back. "But I— shit! Rachel..." The fingers stopped moving and she felt like crying for a second, but then they started massaging that spot inside of her that drove her crazy and she really, really couldn't stop more moans from coming out.
Bruised lips covered hers again and a hot tongue invaded her mouth at the same time Rachel thrust her hand up again. She honestly thought she was about to lose her mind because the other girl had been playing with her body like that for fifteen minutes now, driving her to the edge numerous times just to bring her back and do it all over again, never giving her what she really needed.
"Damn it, Rachel! Make me come," she groaned and pinched the girl's hard nipples through her long sleeved shirt, making her squirm under her. Seriously, the first basketball game of the year would start in ten minutes and Sue would fucking kill her if she were late. She was just looking for a quick fuck when she dragged the petite girl away from the crowd, but apparently that was not enough for Rachel. "Come on, come on, come on..."
And instead of doing what she wanted, the brunette slowed down again until she stopped completely, easing her fingers out and smirking against the panting girl's neck when her inner muscles clenched around them, trying to keep them inside.
"No! What are y-you— fuck." Quinn grabbed the diva's wrist to keep her hand where it was. "Rachel, I'm fucking serious."
Rachel freed her wrist and brought her glistening fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean as Quinn groaned and started to rub herself against her jeans-clad leg to get some much needed friction, trying to get herself off before she exploded. But then strong arms wrapped themselves around her waist, stopping her frantic movements.
She really felt like strangling that fucking idiot when she chuckled against her ear, apparently amused by the blonde's desperation.
"Baby, I'll make you come," Rachel whispered, squeezing her harder to still her hips when Quinn tried to move them again.
"Then do it, Rachel!" she harshly whispered back. Seriously, she was so worked up that any pressure now would send her over the edge. "I'm so close."
Pressure that never came because, next thing she knows, Rachel pushed her back gently and her naked ass hit the cold floor of the stage, the strips of her skirt doing nothing to protect her. With her mouth open in shock, she watched the smirking girl get up and pick up her coat that she had been sitting on.
"Later."
Quinn could just stare as Rachel calmly put her coat on that was long enough to hide the bulge in her jeans. As if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, she pulled her phone out of her back pocket and unlocked it.
"The game starts in five minutes, Quinn," she informed her, her darker eyes shining with mirth. "Better hurry up if you don't wanna be late."
That snapped her out of her shock.
"Crap!" The cheerleader pushed herself up from the wooden floor and hurriedly pulled her red spankies up her long legs, not bothering with her panties. To be honest, she didn't even know where they were. "I really, really hate you right now," she groaned.
Rachel grinned. "No, you don't."
Damn that toothy grin. And even though she was horny as fuck and felt like she'd explode at any second, she still stopped to kiss that grinning asshole before she literally ran away toward the gym.
The game in itself was a complete disaster. The McKinley basketball team sucked even more than the football team — something she didn't think was possible, but probably should have expected —, so the Cheerios had to work twice as hard to give the audience something actually worth seeing. Not to mention that Sue was not amused that she was almost late and she could already imagine the punishment that was coming her way next time she showed up for practice.
All because of Rachel fucking Berry.
As she watched the game with Santana laughing at the boy's humiliation, her eyes found the small creature that was the reason she was squirming in her seat at the moment. But, really, she couldn't even be too mad about the sweet torture because it was such a turn on the way the petite girl that used to be so unsure of where to touch her the first few times they were together could now drive her crazy so effortlessly.
Santana laughed gleefully again beside her and she turned her head to find Puck with his face on the floor and ass in the air.
Jesus, that'd be a long game.
After one last routine, the cheerleaders politely clapped as the boys dragged themselves to the locker room and she was finally free to go. The girls were talking and laughing around her, some of them trying to get her attention, but her eyes were trained on the small diva that was carrying on her own conversation with Artie.
"Stop eye-fucking the hobbit," Santana mocked to her, low enough that only she heard.
Quinn huffed. "I'm not eye-fucking that asshole," she answered, even though she was. All the work out distracted her from the pulsing ache between her legs, but her desperate need for release never left her. "I'm actually thinking of good ways to torture, than kill her."
That made the Latina laugh. "What the hell did Hobs do?"
"The problem is what she didn't do." They entered the girl's locker room that was packed with girls in various states of undress and Quinn could swear the world was conspiring against her. As Santana snickered beside her, impressed by Rachel's little stunt, the captain tried to ignore all the naked girls around her and went after her duffel bag. "S, can you handle things from here? I kind of need to... go."
Santana smirked. "Sure thing, blondie. Go take care of your little problem."
She let out a relieved breath when she exited the locker room and walked back toward the now almost empty gym. The boys from the team were still there, all of them with defeated postures and sad faces — Puck was still rubbing his red nose, pouting. She was trying not to laugh when she spotted Finn watching her with hopeful eyes.
"Damn it," she groaned when he got up and started to walk in her direction. Looking around, she couldn't find Rachel anywhere, so she assumed the girl was waiting for her outside. Before she could get away, though, Finn appeared beside her.
He smiled. "Hey, Quinn!"
"Not now, Finn." The blonde's body was humming with need and she just wanted to drag the stupid diva away from school and have her way with her. "I gotta go."
"Wait, wait." He grabbed her wrist before she could turn away from him and she tensed immediately. His grip wasn't tight, but it always pissed her off when people touched her without her permission. And if that wasn't enough, her heated skin was burning because of the much needed release she'd been denied hours before. "I wanted to talk to you—."
He never got to finish that sentence because she shut him up with the coldest glare she could menage. And with how frustrated she was at the moment, it was the coldest glare.
"Do not touch me, Hudson!"
Startled, he let go of her wrist as if it'd burned him. "Dude, sorry!"
Quinn took a deep breath to calm herself and shook her head because her ex-boyfriend was eying her as if she were a wild animal ready to rip his head off. To give him some credit, she probably looked like one.
"I can't talk right now, Finn," she said and glared again when he opened his mouth to protest, silencing him again. Without another word, she turned around and angrily marched to the double door that would take her to the parking lot.
The cold air of the night made her shiver and she pulled her letterman jacket tighter around her body. There were a few cars there since the basketball team and the Cheerios were still inside and she easily spotted her shiny Porsche not far from where she was, but it was the small girl that was casually leaning against it while still chatting with Artie that really caught her attention.
Soft brown eyes met hers and she shivered again, but this time it had nothing to do with the cold wind.
"Hey, Quinn," Artie greeted shyly when she got there.
"Artie." She gave him a small smile — she kind of liked him, he was one of the few decent guys around McKinley. Rachel didn't say anything to her, but her eyes were dancing with mirth as she watched the blonde struggling to control herself. "Do you mind if I steal Rachel?"
The boy frowned, confused, but shook his head no.
"Thanks." Grabbing the girl's oversized coat, she pushed her gently toward the passenger side of the car. "See you around, Artie."
"Hmmm... sure."
They didn't really hear him, though; the car was already moving before Rachel even closed the door.
"Quinn, where are we going?" Rachel asked as she hastily put her seatbelt on.
To be honest, the cheerleader had no idea. They couldn't go to her house because her mother was having one of her book club meetings there that night and Rachel's parents were also home, so none of their houses was an option for them.
Rachel was watching the girl with an amused smile when she felt the car stop. Confused, she looked outside and noticed that they were in the parking lot of a convenience store. There were a few of them spread around Lima and that one probably wasn't very popular because there were just two other cars outside.
"Why did we stop? Do you want me to get something from the store?" the diva asked and smiled gently at the other girl.
Quinn snorted. "God, you're impossible."
And before Rachel could say anything else, she leaned in and caught the diva's soft lips in a bruising kiss. After hours of torture, she wasn't in the mood to be gentle at all. Next thing the diva knows, she had a lap full of Quinn Fabray and the her neck is being basically assaulted by the blonde's eager, hot mouth.
"Q-Quinn!" Her surprise quickly became excitement and she felt the other girl's thighs squeezing her sides. "Are we— you want to— here?"
After making sure she left a nice hickey behind, she pulled away from Rachel's delicious neck and sighed when her small hands ran up her bare thighs, the tip of her fingers touching the strips of her Cheerio uniform.
"Yes, dork, right here." She took her letterman jacket off and threw it beside them at the driver's seat, tugging at Rachel's coat next.
"But what if someone sees us?" the diva asked, but helped the blonde get rid of her uniform top anyway. After also denying herself release, she was quickly getting hard again as one of Quinn's hands ran down her front to her crotch, palming the bulge in her tight jeans.
"No one will see us," she panted. Chuckling when Rachel groaned in protest because she stopped massaging her, she licked her bottom lip and used both hands to undo her pants. "Not so funny, is it? Besides, it's your fault that I'm horny as fuck right now and you better get me off this time, Rachel."
They struggled to push her jeans down because of the lack of space and also because Rachel was too busy laughing at Quinn's frustration and not helping at all, but it eventually ended up around her knees. The car was filled with Rachel's laughter again as Quinn fought with her own spankies next.
"Now, this is just impractical."
"Rachel. Shut. Up!"
When there was finally no barriers between them, Rachel ran her fingers through Quinn's soaked folds, wincing when the blonde's nails sank in her skin.
"Don't fucking tease me, Rachel. I need you to just fuck me," she whispered against her ear.
Nodding, she helped her position herself over her erection and they both moaned when Quinn roughly sat down. Her tight walls clenched around her and she whimpered lowly when the blonde didn't move immediately, getting used to the feeling of being so full again. Her eyes took everything in as she waited because she knew the control wasn't hers anymore, that gorgeous girl on top of her could do anything she wanted with her now and Rachel would just let her.
Her breath caught in her throat when hazel eyes met hers just before she finally started moving her hips. Hands covered her breasts as the movement became harder and faster and she smirked in satisfaction when Quinn let out a high pitched squeak when she thrust her own hips up, sinking deeper into her.
"Fuck, fuck— oh! Rachel, yes..."
Their pace became wild. Needing to feel closer to the other girl and annoyed with the soft material of Rachel's shirt rubbing against the naked front, she tugged the shirt up until she could feel the tanned skin under it. Somehow, even the feeling of the brunette's muscles tensing under her touch as she ran her hands over her flat stomach drove her crazy.
Fucking finally. With her eyes closed, she could just feel the way Rachel's arms were circling her waist, her hot skin pressed against her, her own shaking thighs and the almost unbearable pleasure that was running through her. Being denied for so long made her skin burn and now every touch was magnified, she could feel her everywhere. It was completely overwhelming.
Crying out again, she pushed Rachel back against the leather seat and kissed her again and again. She shoved her tongue inside her mouth and swallowed the girl's own gasps and moans, her hips moving up and down in a frenetic way. Desperation didn't cover how intense her need for release was anymore.
And when it finally happened, her orgasm took her completely by surprise; there was no built up, no warning — everything around her just exploded.
"Oh, my God," Rachel whispered when Quinn clenched hard around her and she arched her back, pressing their fronts together.
After the first wave, she simply stopped moving and clenched her eyes closed tightly, her hands clung to her sides and one, two seconds later she was moaning and thrashing against her as the second, third and fourth wave of hot, white pleasure crashed over her.
"Rachel, Rachel, Rach..." she whimpered as her nails scratched down her stomach, her hips still moving. A low groan escaped her when another small orgasm hit her. "Fuck!"
Rachel could do nothing but caress her naked back and stare as the young woman came and came and came. It was something beautiful to watch, seeing Quinn's composed mask destroyed as she lost herself for a few glorious minutes, her mouth hanging open as she tried and failed to catch her breath, her hazel eyes half-lidded.
When she finally came down from her high, she lazily draped her arms around the panting diva's shoulder, letting her body relax. Her whole body felt light and... sated. Even though she couldn't really feel her legs at the moment, it was one of the best things she'd ever felt. It was only a few moments later that her dazed mind noticed something odd.
"Dork," she murmured against the girl's damp neck, "you're still hard."
Rachel nodded against her.
The small hands that were still caressing her back slid to her waist and gently pulled her up, making her groan in protest when she felt the girl slipping out of her. She set back down on her lap, not able to hold her own weight up for much longer, and frowned when Rachel pushed her back, making her lean away from her.
Her eyes followed the girl's hand as it wrapped around her still hard cock that was covered with Quinn's juices and she gasped when she started to jerk herself off. Her nails dug into the soft skin of her thighs as she just watched her, fascinated. Rachel's perfect small moans, panting and the slapping sound of her hand were filling the car and Quinn held her breath when the brunette's hand started to lose its rhythm.
Quinn's breath hitched when the hot, thick come hit the skin of her stomach and the diva's head fell back against the head rest as she continued stroking herself, making her own release last as long as possible.
"Fuck."
Hearing the blonde's whisper, unfocused brown eyes opened. First, she looked at Quinn's flushed face and dark eyes that were staring down at herself, then she let them run down her shivering body, only stopping when she reached her stomach that was covered with her come.
Something inside the small diva roared. That primal, possessive part of her that she tried so hard to suppress was swelling with pride at the sight.
At the same time, Quinn was speechless. Her hands were squeezing Rachel's thighs as she watched her, catching that possessive glint in her eyes that she had only seen a handful of times. Rachel was usually careful to hide this part of her, but she still caught the way her eyes would narrow slightly when some boy flirted with her or how tense she would get when someone came too close. It made her spent body come back to life and she leaned in to kiss her, savoring her lips and scratching the back of her neck.
It was only minutes later that the diva came back to her senses. She looked down again to the mess she made and blushed a little.
"Let me help you clean that," she said softly. Reaching behind the girl that was still on top of her, she grabbed the small box of tissues Quinn always kept around her car. Not bothering to offer them to her, she started to clean her stomach gently, smiling when she was done. "There."
"Thank you, dork."
With one last kiss, she got out of the flushed diva's lap and went back to her own seat.
"Are you okay to drive?" Rachel asked as she pulled her underwear and pants back up.
Smiling, she nodded. Her spankies were draped over the steering wheel — she had no idea how that happened, though — and she snatched it back before putting it back on. "Yeah. Let's take you home."
Ten minutes later, she parked in front of the Berry house.
"You should go inside. It's getting late," she said. The lights were still on, so Rachel's parents were probably still up. The thought of going back home and finding her own house full of old woman talking about their rich husbands made her frown. God, she just hoped that stupid meeting would be over by now.
"Hey."
Turning her head around, she was met with a pair of hot lips that pressed a gentle kiss against her cheek.
"Text me when you get home, okay?"
Quinn could only nod and she felt her heart clench when Rachel opened the door and stepped out of the car. Before she closed it, though, the cheeky girl turned back around and pulled something out of her back pocket. It took Quinn a few seconds to see that it was her thong that she'd left behind before the game.
"I'm keeping these, by the way." And then she closed the door.
Shaking her head, she watched the girl wave one last time before disappearing inside the house, leaving her alone inside the car that still smelled like sex and Rachel's intoxicating perfume.
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It wan on a Monday that Quinn's happy bubble burst.
They were having dinner like usual; her mother was ignoring the full plate of food in front of her, calmly sipping her glass of wine, and her father was talking about his day at the office as he ate. She was tunning it all out, thinking about college applications as she poked her salad, when a particular name made her world stop.
"... and he had the audacity to come to the office and complain about Charlie's services," her father was saying with a disgusted expression. "The faggot."
The words escaped her mouth before she could stop herself.
"What are you talking about, daddy?"
Her mother put her glass down and glared at her discretely; they never really discussed it, but they had a kind of silent agreement that none of them should speak when her father was talking, just listen to him in silence. It was easier that way because he eventually got tired of listening to himself and would shut up.
"I'm talking about those... men." He stabbed his chicken angrily with his fork. "That whole family is an abomination, that's what they are."
It made her tense, hearing him talking about the Berry family. For the first time, she noticed that he hadn't spoken about them for a very long time, since before she started to get closer to Rachel. He used to talk about it all the time when they moved to the small town and the girl lost count of how many times she heard her father using those same words to describe the small family, but it felt so different this time.
Now, she knew about the men her father called abominations. The cheerful men that were constantly joking around and making her laugh the few times she met them, making her few at ease so effortlessly, something she never did around adults. And she allowed herself to get to know their daughter, the same girl that could make her heart race with just a smile and was the first person she truly let in.
It was different because, instead of ignoring the comment because it meant nothing to her, now it made her see red.
"And why would you say that?"
Quinn almost didn't recognize her own voice. It was too calm, too cold; a tone she would never dare use when speaking to her father. But, still, there it was. She could feel her mother's heated glare, but she didn't look at her or her father. Her eyes were watching her fork playing with the peas in her plate.
"What did you say?" her father tone was dangerously calm, just like her own; it meant he was angry or angrier than he was before. And that should've been enough to make her back down, but she apparently lost control of her mouth because it just kept going without her permission.
"Why would you say that?" she repeated. "Why would you call them abominations?"
Her eyes finally went up. Russell's face was red and the sound of his silverware hitting the plate made her flinch. "I'll ask you again, Quinn." He stared right at her, making her coward away from him. "What did you say?"
The silence that followed his question was heavy and every second without an answer made her father grow angrier. It was only when she met her mother's scared and pleading gaze, begging her to let it go, that she relented.
"Nothing, father."
Russell was still looking at her, his hazel eyes that were identical to hers making her squirm uncomfortably in her seat. Very slowly, he picked up his silverware.
"That's what I thought."
It didn't take long for her to excuse herself and disappear upstairs. Inside the safety of her room, she sat down on the edge of her bed and closed her eyes, groaning because of the mess of mixed emotions battling inside of her.
Exasperated and not knowing what to do with herself, she ran her hand through her hair and took a deep breath. She tried to imagine what her father would do to her if he ever found out she was not only romantically involved with another girl, but that said girl was Rachel Berry. Her anger became frustration at the unfairness of their situation and then it quickly became sadness, just to go back to anger again.
God, what was going on?
Impulsively, she got up and snatched her keys from her bedside table. Knowing her father would be in the living room, watching TV and drinking a glass of scotch, she made her way toward the back door so he wouldn't see her.
To her surprise, she found her mother in the kitchen. She would usually be with her father or up in her room by now; instead, she was sitting on one of the high stools — the same one Rachel liked to sit on all the times she came over to her house, she noticed — with a glass of water in her hand, looking sober for the first time in a month.
Her piercing blue eyes took her in, from her jacket and down her legs, than back to her hands where her car keys were.
"What are you doing, Quinn?"
It made her uncomfortable, the way her mother was looking at her — almost like she was trying to read her. Quinn was usually confident about her walls around her parents, specially because they were normally too drunk to see through them. But her mother was not drunk and she was studying her as if it was the first time she was really seeing her daughter.
"I'm going out," she answered, avoiding her mother's eyes so she wouldn't see the hint of anger in them.
Since she wasn't looking at her, she jumped when Judy's hand touched her shoulder.
"That's not what I was talking about." Looking up, it made her even more confused when she spotted concern in her blue eyes. "Just don't come back too late, okay? It's a school night." And then she kissed Quinn's cheek gently before walking away.
She honestly didn't know what was going on. For just a second, she missed the numbness that used to surround her months ago, when there was no Rachel and everything was simple. There was no reason to be afraid of her father because she controlled every little aspect of her life. Finn, school, family... nothing affected her.
Now, she had no idea why she felt like punching something and crying, why she was so angry and confused and lost or how it was even possible for her to feel so much at the same time without exploding. Her eyes were tearing up and she clenched her fists, feeling the keys digging painfully into her palm until they stopped.
Everything was suddenly so out of control.
And she fucking hated it.
Still, she walked toward the back door and slipped outside. Everything around her was like a blur and she had no idea how she made it to her car, she didn't remember driving up to Rachel's house or knocking on her door, but she did it somehow because she was suddenly facing one of the girl's fathers — the shorter one with glasses that was constantly offering her food when she came over.
"Quinn, hi," he greeted her with a smile.
It was his smile that woke her up from her stupor and she forced out one of her own, hardening her eyes so he wouldn't see the storm of emotions that was going on inside of her. "Good night, Mr. Berry. I know it's late, but could I speak with Rachel for a few minutes?"
He widened the door and stepped aside. "Of course, come on in! And what did we tell you about calling us Mr. Berry, young lady?"
"Hiram, sorry."
"It's okay." He helped her with her jacket, patting her shoulder warmly. "She's in her room. You know where it is."
Smiling at him again, less forced this time, she left him and went after his daughter. Rachel's door was closed and she could hear music coming from inside the room. She knocked twice, even though she knew the diva probably wouldn't hear it, and just walked in when five seconds went by with no answer.
Rachel was lying on her bed with an open book in front of her, studying. Startled when the door opened, she stared at her for a couple of seconds before her brain finally caught up and one of her toothy grins came to life.
"Hey, beautiful."
And, just like that, her walls broke down. She blindly closed the door and walked toward the bed, crashing into her and sighing when the girl's arms hugged her close. Just when she heard Rachel whispering sweet nothings against her ear, even though she couldn't really understand what she was saying, she allowed herself to feel all the emotions that were battling inside of her.
Her anger at the unfair situation, her frustration with her own parents that were too concerned with their stupid images and then sadness because she was finally finding herself, but she still had to keep everything locked inside. Confusion, fatigue, desperation. But then she could also feel happiness because she finally had friends — real friends — that she knew would be there for her no matter what, warmth from the arms that were wrapped around her shoulders at that moment, care for that one girl that basically invaded her life with sandwiches and kindness she didn't really deserve at the time.
And safety. As Rachel hugged her and hummed some random song, she felt safe. Like nothing could touch her and that everything was going to be okay eventually. What was kind of ridiculous because the girl was so tiny that anyone could crush her, but it was still there.
Sniffing, she pulled away and frowned when one of the diva's hands cupped her face. With her thumb, she gently wiped the tears that were rolling down her pale cheek away; until that moment, Quinn had no idea she had been crying.
"Better?" she asked.
"Yes." She used her shirt to clean the tear stains as best as she could. "Thank you."
They stayed in silence for a few more seconds where Rachel watched her and Quinn avoided her eyes, embarrassed.
"You look like an angel even when you're crying," Rachel finally said and smiled when the blonde blushed. "It's really not fair." When Quinn still didn't look at her, she grabbed the front of her shirt with one hand and tugged until they were touching again. "Talk to me, Quinn."
"I don't know what to say," the blonde admitted. Lying down, she pulled Rachel with her and cuddled her side, resting her head on her shoulder. She had no idea where the sudden need to touch her came from, but she wouldn't question it because it made her feel better. "I was just having dinner and my father said something that made me so angry... I snapped, Rachel.
"I don't— I don't like this," she continued. "I don't like not knowing what's going on with me, I don't like not having control over my own emotions. That's not me."
Rachel kissed her forehead when she started to tremble and she allowed herself relax again. She let her hands slip inside the brunette's oversized shirt, feeling her hot skin under fingers, and sighed when the girl hugged her closer to her.
"Maybe," the diva started, hesitating for a second. When Quinn gently squeezed her waist to let her know it was okay to say whatever it was she wanted to say, she continued. "Maybe that's actually you, Quinn. You spent so long hiding from yourself and now you don't know how to deal with everything."
"Well, I don't want to deal with any of it. It's exhausting."
Rachel sighed beside her and pushed her away, ignoring the blonde's weak protest. Pushing her until she was lying on her back, the diva straddled her hips and planted her hands on each side of her head so she was hovering over her.
"Rachel..."
"It shouldn't matter if it's exhausting, you know?" she said, ignoring her pleading face. "This is who you are, Quinn, and the girl I got to know this last five months is the bravest girl I've ever met. And, besides, you know you don't have to do it alone, right? I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."
Staring up at her gentle eyes, the blonde girl was suddenly happy she wasn't that numb, shell of a person anymore. Because that Quinn wouldn't really understand why her heart was beating so fast or what the warmth that was spreading through her body meant. She wouldn't know how to appreciate that moment like this Quinn could.
"We'll start now, okay?" Rachel smiled. "What are you feeling right now?"
"I really feel like kissing you."
Rolling her eyes, the brunette poked her side, making her squirm. "Try again, beautiful."
Quinn huffed after she slapped Rachel's hand away.
"I'm feeling a lot of different things," she finally admitted. "But I'm mostly happy."
"So you're happy. Why?"
Pushing her this time, she rolled them over so she was the one on top. Rachel's messy hair was now pointing in every direction and she offered her one of her warm, small smiles.
"Because you make me happy, dork." She bent down and finally stole that kiss, pecking her lips a few times after. "You make me happy."
Rachel didn't say anything for what felt like hours; she just kept looking at her with this unreadable expression that made Quinn feel nervous and euphoric at the same time. Finally, she slowly sat up with the blonde kneeling between her spread legs.
"And you make me want to sing, Quinn."
And then she covered Rachel's lips with her own lips. That simple kiss wasn't about sex or even pleasure, exactly; that kiss was about feeling as close as possible to the girl. The clumsy girl with the toothy smile and the strong voice that was helping her accept every part of herself, even the ones she didn't like.
Quinn thought about these last five months and all the small moments they shared together. The long hours they spent in front of the television or dancing around the kitchen while cooking, the calm ones filled with conversations or the heated ones learning about what made the other scream. Even their fights that happened every time their strong personalities clashed.
And then she thought about what would happen in just a few months. Graduation was just around the corner and their high school days would be over.
Freedom.
Rachel would go to New York to chase her big dreams like she was meant to. It broke her heart a little to think that maybe those few months until graduation would be all she had, that she'd watch the girl go and that would be it for her. Another five months and then it would be over.
Just five months, she thought. I just have five months.
Maybe that was the new Quinn talking, the real Quinn, but she was so tired of being afraid all the time. Her own freedom was so close she could taste it already — she might not have big dreams like Rachel, but she would get out of Lima, too. California, maybe. LA sounded like a good place to really start living her life.
But, before she could get there, she still had to survive five months in Lima, Ohio. And she knew exactly how she wanted to spend it.
"Be mine."
It wasn't a question. She whispered the words against Rachel's mouth and waited for the moment they would sink in. Startled brown eyes finally met hers, so close she could see their every small detail.
"What?"
"I want you to be mine," she repeated and, even though she looked calm on the outside, her heart was pounding and her stomach was fluttering with nervousness. "Officially."
Pulling back so she could look at her face, the brunette studied her cautiously.
"You want me to be your girlfriend?" she asked.
Quinn raised one eyebrow. "Yes."
"You want to be my girlfriend?"
The other eyebrow went up. "Yes."
"So... you want us to date?"
"Rachel!"
"I'm sorry, it's just—." The diva shook her head; it all felt so surreal. "What about your parents? And then there's school and everybody else. I'm still me, Quinn. And you're still... you."
Quinn cradled her face in her hands to stop her from fidgeting.
"This is not about my parents or anyone else, dork. This is about us," she told her. "I love what we have right now, but I want more than that. I don't want to have to worry anymore about other girls because, even though I feel like you're mine, I know you're not. And I want you to know that I'm yours. You know, maybe I won't be able to give you everything, Rachel, but I will do my best to give you what I can, okay?"
And, to be honest, it was ridiculous not to call what they already had a relationship. She felt more connected to Rachel in those few months they were together than the whole three years she was with Finn.
"Okay."
Her smile started small, almost hesitant, but quickly grew into one of her best toothy ones. "Yeah... okay," she repeated, stronger this time. Her eyes sparkled with glee just before they shared a quick kiss. "Quinn Fabray is my girlfriend," Rachel whispered to no one, just wanting to taste it in her lips. And it felt so damn good to say it out loud.
Quinn chuckled and kissed her again. "Now I am."
It still felt surreal, almost like she was dreaming.
And when she fell back with her girlfriend on top of her, her sweet perfume attacking her senses mercilessly, she prayed she wouldn't wake up anytime soon.
Five more months — they could keep dreaming for five more months.
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