Part 2

I had made the erroneous assumption that my great aunt Lilith, if she was in fact my great aunt, was a Berry. I had spent several wasted hours on research, finding nothing, before I face palmed and changed my search to Eshel, my bubbeh's family name. Nothing. Not Lilith Eshel, nor Lilith Berry, so I tried Mandebaum. It's not just a random name I chose; I seemed to remember my bubbeh mentioning that her mother's maiden name was Mandebaum. Or was that Rossenbaum? I tried searching for both. I then discovered that Lilith wasn't exactly a popular name for a Jewish girl, in fact, according to some message boards, the name Lilith should be strongly avoided. It was my curiosity as to why the name should be avoided; that took my research into a wildly different area.

I decided that I needed to talk to my aunt Lilith at the earliest opportunity. I needed answers. So, I emailed her several times, stating that it was with the utmost importance that she should get in touch with me.

It was at this time that I started to believe that it was Lilith who gave me my occasional penis. I read religious texts, mysticism and folklore, and without my aunt telling me that I was being ridiculous, just the thought of my great aunt Lilith being the other half of Adam, or even some sort of deity or witch, made the hairs on my arms stand up.

A year had gone by since bubbeh's passing and I demanded my aunt's attention. I needed her confirmation or denial. Eighteen months and my sixteenth birthday arrived and I begged to see her. I hadn't seen or heard from my great aunt Lilith in too long and I was starting to worry for her. I wrote, no longer caring if she was the Lilith in stories, the cause of my were-penis, I just needed her to tell me that she was okay.

I still got no reply to my hundreds of emails, and neither did she turn up on my doorstep for my birthday or for Chanukah. I continued to write to her anyway.

I'm just grateful that Quinn Fabray isn't as tenacious as I or else we would still be staring each other down in the janitor's closet. Hmm, now that was an awkward moment if ever there was one. Me; standing with my panties down and my skirt held up, and Quinn on her knees looking at me there. I have never had anyone look at me so intensely and I have to admit that that particular scenario played itself out over and over many times in my subsequent fantasies.

Hazel eyes staring at my obviously aroused vulva (Yes, I did say vulva. It's a perfectly acceptable biological reference), her hands reaching out, curling around my thighs, jolting me forward with a sharp tug. Her mouth is on me, her tongue and lips kissing me, licking me. Ay dios mio, these are not appropriate thoughts to have in the middle of a Spanish class.

I lift my gaze to the side, noticing that she is pointedly not looking at me, like she has pointedly not looked at me for the past two weeks. She stares at her hands during my glee performances, she looks to Mercedes or Kurt when I express my opinions during any of our shared classes, and she immediately turns away whenever we're passing each other in a corridor. Really, it's quite ridiculous.

She tried to touch me, I slapped her hand away, and then Santana Lopez opened the janitor's closet door. What we were doing was perfectly innocent (Okay, not so perfectly. She was trying to find my penis after all), but I think that Santana's lascivious grin must've alerted Quinn to the fact that what she had been about to do, wasn't exactly platonic. If I hadn't have stopped her, she probably would've rounded second base (or was it third? I was never really good with sports) without even realising. Damn, I was an idiot sometimes.

Really though, I was just happy now that she was no longer glaring holes into my skirts. Well I should be happy, but I wasn't. Our tentative friendship had turned to crap and she was ignoring me. Perhaps I should've told her the truth about my were-penis. No. I don't trust her enough to not say anything to anyone else. How could I? Some of the Gleeks were my friends, but I still didn't trust them, not completely. It would be so easy for one of them to mention my penis in passing (it's possible) and then the next thing I know 'Rachel Berry Has a Penis But I'd Still Do Her' plastered all over Jacob's blog.

Still, maybe I should've given Quinn the benefit of the doubt. It would've been nice to confide in someone.

I glance to the side again, noticing her chew on the end of her pencil. I close my eyes and sigh, because really, now I have a not so different image in my head. It's nearly that time of the month and I've noticed for a while now that I become significantly more libidinous just before and during my 'period'. I wonder what it would be like if Quinn Fabray sucked my cock. I have to wonder what it would be like if anyone sucked my cock. Guy's seem to like it. I have to say that whilst I enjoy my vagina immensely, masturbating with a penis still blows my mind. My hand wrapped around my dick, rubbing and twisting around my turgid shaft, up and down. Sensual lips closing over the head, a wet tongue flicking at the sensitive underside.

I blink rapidly as Finn bumps my shoulder. He's smiling widely at me. "Class is over, Rach. Didn't you hear the bell?"

I swallow thickly as I finally take in the wave of students flowing towards the open door. I catch a quick glimpse of Quinn as she leaves, and I notice that she was also looking at me.

"Of course I heard the bell, Finn." I smile back at him and gently shake my head as though he was being silly. I really didn't hear the bell, I was entranced in my daydream, but he didn't need to know that.

"Oh, okay." He shrugs his shoulders and continues to smile. "Can I walk with you to glee? Seeing as we're both going in the same direction and all, not because I want you to reconsider being my girlfriend. Unless you want to be my girlfriend again. I'm not fussed either way."

I look up at him and if I could arch a single eyebrow like Quinn, I would've. Honestly, who is he kidding? I plaster a smile on my face. "That would be great, Finn, seeing as we're both going in the same direction." I'm not sure he grasps the subtlety of my response because he's looking at me as though all of his Christmases just came at once. Damn.

I take a deep breath and gather my books, placing them carefully in my bag. I'd almost forgotten my little fantasy when faced with Finn, but now that I was standing from my chair, I could feel the icky spread of cool moisture in my panties. Good thing that I come prepared. I haven't needed my emergency slushie kit lately, so I can just swap out my underwear for a clean pair.

"Glee's in the auditorium today, Rach." He seems puzzled that I've exited the classroom and am now heading in the wrong direction.

"I just need to … put my books in my locker and powder my nose first." I nod in the direction of the bank of lockers where my emergency kit is stashed, and without waiting for any reply, I cross the crowded hall. I sneakily manage to grab a fresh pair of cotton briefs whilst Finn hovers behind me.

I breathe a sigh of relief when I enter the girls' bathroom to find it empty. A looming Finn never used to make me feel so uncomfortable, but all that mass towering above me has started to make me feel quite short.

I shut the stall door and drop my undies, giving myself a quick once over with a feminine wipe before pulling on my pale blue panties. There. Fresh as a daisy. I smile happily and pull open the door, stuffing my redundant underwear into my purse only to freeze as my eyes immediately find a dark gaze reflected in the mirrors above the sinks.

Santana isn't alone, but she is the first to spot me. The Unholy Trio turn, three pairs of eyes on me as I go to wash my hands.

"Hey, Rachel." Brittany waves at me as she bounces excitedly. "Is glee in here today?"

I can't help but smile at Brittany's question. "Even though the acoustics in here are surprisingly very good, rehearsal is in the auditorium today."

"Oh good." Brittany grins. "I have way more space to dance on stage, and the boys wouldn't be allowed in here."

"No they wouldn't." I humour the ditzy blonde as I rub at the sudden ache in my stomach. Cramps.

Santana's brown eyes fall to my purse and I realise that I haven't pushed down my underwear far enough so that they would be unnoticeable to her scrutinising gaze. She passes me a bottle of something from her bag. "Puck's throwing a party on Friday to celebrate the weekend." She shrugs her shoulders as though a party at Noah's is a regular occurrence, but then I guess it is, for the popular crowd at least. "You should come. Wear something hot." Her dark eyes flicker over to a silent Quinn. "I'm sure someone will appreciate the effort." She smirks then before turning around to exit, shortly followed by Brittany.

I place the bottle of what I now know is Midol next to the sink and pull a bottle of water from my bag as I force my panties down to the bottom. Even though I hate cramps with a passion, I feel happier knowing that I'm not the only girl who has them. In this, I'm not a freak at least. I spill a couple out onto my hand and knock them back followed by a swig of water.

I'm back to smoothing a hand over the ache in my tummy when my eyes catch Quinn's curious contemplation. Her eyes seem to sharpen as she catches the movement of my hand, but instead of questioning me, or even asking if I'm alright, she finishes applying her lip gloss before turning to leave.

"Quinn?" I call out. She looks at me over her shoulder. "Could you give these back to Santana for me and give her my thanks? I know that we all have glee now, but she doesn't really like it if I talk to her in front of others, or even at all."

She spins on her feet and holds out her hand. "Fine."

I give her the bottle with a warm smile. I really do hope we can go back to how things were before she saw my penis.

She arches a fine brow at me as she opens the door to find Finn standing directly outside. "Your boyfriend's waiting." I want to hiss at her to be quiet and tell her that no way in hell is Finn my boyfriend, but that would be kind of a cruel thing to do with Finn standing right there. She's smirking at my obvious (to everyone but Finn) displeasure. "Oh," Her smirk seems to turn predatory now. "Puck's party is a pool party. Swim suits only." She glances at my crotch and gives me a wink, and I'm getting the distinct impression that Quinn might've put two and two together.

tbc