Part 14

Though it probably should have taken us half the time, it took most of the morning to clean the back garden and then the kitchen. Whenever Santana and Brittany disappeared for a few minutes, Quinn would drag me into a different room before kissing me senseless. If the others noticed our kiss swollen lips, they didn't mention anything, but I suspect that they were far too focused on each other to notice that our faces were flushed from our passionate dalliances.

Quinn had asked me not to go see my aunt and leave her alone with the frustrating new couple. Though I truly felt sorry for her in her condition, I really did need to talk to my Aunt Lilith.

Condition? You ask. The poor girl has been in an almost constant state of arousal ever since she sucked on my neck while I tugged on my cock. I tried to persuade her into accompanying me to a room with a lock, but she continually refused, stating that she would be okay until later. But, being around Santana and Brittany certainly wasn't helping. The duo were very touchy feely and they were so hot together. Quinn might have found my humming amusing, but I thought it downright hilarious when she started muttering the Beauty and the Beast song under her breath every time she caught the pair making out.

We were now all enjoying a spot of midday sun in Quinn's immaculate backyard, and I had just sent my aunt a quick text to see what time she would like to meet up. She agreed to meet me for lunch once she was finished with her latest boy-toy, which meant I had another hour to wait.

Brittany hums her approval at a bottled strawberry smoothie that Quinn had fetched from the fridge, until she sees me sip at my water. "Don't you like strawberries, Rachel? This is really good." She took a long drink.

"I love strawberries," I smile. "But those smoothies aren't vegan friendly, so I'll stick with water for now."

Santana scanned the label of her bottle. "No meat or fish in this one, Berry."

"It contains yoghurt," Quinn sips from her own bottle of water. "Which is dairy."

"What's wrong with dairy?" Brittany puzzles. "That's milk and eggs, right? The cow or chicken doesn't die, right?" She looks to Santana for confirmation and then back to me.

"For me," I twist the lid back on my bottle and place it on the table in front of me. "I try to avoid most, if not all, animal products because of the way that they are treated." I lean forward in my seat, and even though I'm talking to the group as a whole, I'm focusing my attention on Brittany, making sure that she understands me. "I've seen horrible videos online showing how animals are slaughtered for food, fur and other products, and how baby chicks are sorted into male and female as soon as it's possible to tell. All of the male chicks are then gassed because they can't lay eggs. The cows we get our milk from have machines attached to their teats, and they're milked for hours on end."

"We get it, Berry," Santana sends me a look that's telling me to calm it down and I think it's more for her girlfriend's benefit. "No more lecture. We're all capable of making our own decision on the matter and I, for one, will never stop pouring half a carton of ice cold milk on my cereal or drinking a delicious fruit smoothie."

"But there are alternatives, Santana," I sit back in my chair because I don't want to come across as confrontational to my new friends. I just want to inform them of their choices. "The Frappuccino you both drank earlier on was made from soy milk."

"What's a soy?" Brittany frowns.

"It's soybean, Brittany," Quinn speaks up. "And the milk is made from crushing the bean with water."

"So the bean dies?"

"It's a bean, babe. It's dead as soon as it's picked." Santana adds.

Brittany's looking at me funny and I'm starting to feel as though I'm not very good at explaining my preferences at all.

"So, the bean gets smushed to make milk, but a cow just has its teats tweaked?"

Oh lord, what can I say? "Erm, the cow has its teats 'tweaked' for hours on end, Brittany. How would you like your teats tweaked for hours on end?" I know as soon as it comes out of my mouth that I've said the wrong thing and now Santana is snickering and Quinn is trying to stifle her laughter behind her water bottle.

"I really wouldn't mind at all," Brittany smiles widely. "In fact, both San and I enjoy having our teats tweaked."

"Nipples, babe," Santana chuckles. "And they get a bit tender after a while, so I don't think I'd like to be a cow."

"Oh. Okay." The blonde just shrugs. "Does that mean we have to stop eating cheese and yoghurt? I really like cheese and yoghurt and milk duds."

"It's really your choice," I sigh. "And it's not a choice to be taken lightly, Britt."

"Then I don't want to be a virgin." She states.

I blink at her and wonder as to why we're having this conversation in the first place.

"Vegan." Santana leans over to kiss her girlfriend. "Q?" And that's the end of that conversation and I'm entirely grateful. "We drinking tonight? I know your mom isn't back until tomorrow, and if it's just us, then you can let your hair down and enjoy yourself."

Hazel eyes are looking at me intently.

My eyes widen. Our plans certainly don't include any other amorous duo except for ourselves.

Quinn shakes her head as she sips her water. "I was just going to have a relaxing evening tonight, S."

Dark eyes narrow at Quinn and then dart to me. "Does this relaxing evening," I can see that she's trying to keep the sneer from her voice when she says 'relaxing', but she fails miserably, "include Berry?" She's staring at me now. "I saw that huge bag you dropped in Quinn's room." Her gaze is back on Quinn. "What's going on?"

"Rachel's spending the night," the blonde stares back at her friend and then huffs. "Like you, she knows that I'm supposed to be alone tonight and didn't like the idea."

"Really, anything could happen to a young girl alone in a big house." I lean forward in my seat. "Have none of you seen Friday 13th, When a Stranger Calls, or any of the plethora of horror movies centred around a teenaged girl left all alone at night? Mutilation, murder and rape."

Quinn is sending me a horrified look matched by Brittany. What? My house has an intricate alarm system, dead bolts on the exterior doors and windows, and a panic room. I never even noticed a chain on Quinn's front door or an alarm.

Santana snorts. "Jesus Christ, Berry."

"San?" All of our eyes turn to Brittany. "I don't think Quinn and Rachel should be here alone tonight. If two is safer than one, then four has got to be way safer than one. We should stay with them."

I think I just shot myself in the foot.

"That's what I was thinking, babe." Santana smirks at Quinn. "There's still a bottle of tequila left from last night."

Quinn just glares at me and it's then that I decide it's time to go meet Aunt Lilith.

I make a show of looking at my watching and smiling regretfully. "Oh dear, I need to get going."

"I thought that you didn't need to go for another hour." Quinn grumbles at the same time that Brittany worriedly asks if I'll be back later because four is still safer than three.

I turn to Brittany as I stand. "I should be back in few hours. I'll bring snacks for tonight." We had pretty much lost our alone time as soon as Santana had mentioned staying for the night, so, I, being someone who has always been one to make lemonade from lemons, decide to make the best of it, even though Quinn is still scowling.

I then turn to Quinn and offer her a sincerely regretful smile. "I need to pick up a few things from Rite Aid and Wall-Mart. I may as well do that before seeing Aunt Lilith because then I can come straight back here."

Quinn's pouting. I don't think she even realises that she's doing it, but there it is, and I have to say that she's incredibly cute when she pouts. "I'll walk you out."

My smile widens and then I become devious. "Oh, and don't forget that you need to put fresh bed clothes on the bed." I give her a sly wink when her brow furrows. "If you do it now, the fabric softener will have time to banish any lingering scents that certainly aren't supposed to be in your room." I send a pointed look to Santana but she only shrugs as she chuckles.

"Fine." Quinn huffs. "I'll be a few minutes, guys." She's standing from her own chair.

"High maintenance much, Berry?" Santana laughs. "Wait, does that mean that B and I get the big bed in your mom's room tonight?"

"No." Quinn glares at her friend. "You and Brittany will get the blow up mattress in the living room. You're not allowed upstairs, S, not after you defiled my room."

Santana only laughs louder and if I weren't going to be spending the night in a bed where the Latina and her girlfriend have recently had vigorous sexual intercourse, I probably would've found it amusing too.

"Come on, Rachel." Quinn takes my hand in hers and starts to drag me towards the kitchen door, totally unaware of how Santana's brows just shot up to her hairline.

It takes a few seconds of stomping before we reach the front door to Quinn's home and I pull my hand from Quinn's. I glance at my purse sitting where I placed it on a key tray earlier, but before I make a grab for it, Quinn pushes me against the heavy wooden door.

I swear that I've never been pushed against so many doors before. I'll probably end up with bruises on my shoulder blades, or even the back of my head. Those thoughts flee when Quinn cradles my face as she steps into me.

"Please, don't go. Not yet." She breathes.

I sigh against her lips. "Quinn."

"I know." She swallows. "I'm sorry. I know that you don't get to see her very often and that you have questions that seriously need answering," She honest to god nips at my chin and I'm starting to feel a little dizzy as blood begins to divert away from my head. "But, please, I can't wait any longer, not if I've got to be around those two for the next few hours."

Holy shit! "You want me to ...?" I'm blinking a mile a minute and yep, my dick is having a happy.

Quinn looks around quickly, glancing at the stairs and then at the arch way leading towards the living room. "Get on your knees."

It's my turn to look around. Really? She wants to do this up against the front door.

She must notice my hesitance because she's looking at me and then kissing me deeply.

"It's," I pull my mouth away from hers, "our first time, Quinn. Wouldn't you prefer it to be on a bed, or even on a couch?" I look down at the dark wooden flooring. "Somewhere with carpet or a cushion, perhaps?"

She's kissing me again, and I suddenly comprehend her desperation. "We can do it in bed tonight." She whines against my lips. "I just, I really need you now."

"I can do other things." I grab her hips as I twist us around until her back is against the front door.

She shakes her head at me and I think that there are tears in her hazel eyes. "Anything else will take too long." Her breath hitches as my fingers dance under her – my – t-shirt, and across the soft skin of her stomach until I'm gripping the button of my jeans. "I'll … come," she blushes furiously at the word," really quickly, if you use your mouth. Santana and Brittany will get suspicious if I'm gone too long."

Okay, I'm done. No more protests from my lips.

I kiss her, pushing her against the door as I twist the button on the jeans she's wearing. I start to trail little wet kisses over her jaw and down her neck, over her t-shirt and between her breasts. I really wish that I had more time so that I can get Quinn naked as we did this, but she did say that we could do it again later on tonight, so right now, I focus all of my attention on getting Quinn off.

I tug at her jeans until they're part way down her hips and I'm pushing up the t-shirt so that I can kiss her stomach and trail my lips over the waist band of her panties.

My god she smells so good.

I let the t-shirt drop and I nuzzle my face into her as I continue to pull the jeans over her ass and down her thighs. She trembling under my touch and when I open my eyes, I can see her hands fisting at nothing. "Hold onto my hair." I mouth against the cotton of her underwear.

Her fingers are in my hair and she's pulling me against her. I dip my fingers under the elastic of her panties and slowly tug them down until they're at her knees. I swallow hard as I spend a second just looking at her. She's swollen and flushed and oh so wet, and it's all for me. I lick my lips, catching the barest taste of her before I dive in and kiss her messily. I'm all tongue and lips. I barely know what I'm doing, but from the soft moans and pants coming from above, I don't think that I'm doing anything wrong.

She's my ambrosia. I've never tasted anything better than her under my lips and I've decided that I only ever want to taste her.

Quinn's grunting now, pushing herself harder against my mouth, so I ease up on the bruising hold I have on her thighs and slide two fingers inside of her. Her head slams against the wooden door. I want to look up to see if she's okay, but she's grinding down on me and holding me firmly in place.

I can already feel the flutter of muscles against my fingers and know that she was right when she said that it wouldn't take her long to achieve orgasm. I suck gently on her engorged clit as I finger that spot inside of her and suddenly she's coming against my lips and I'm lapping at her like a greedy cat.

"Rache?" She gasps from above me. "Kiss me."

I never need asking twice, so I slowly slip my thumb against the bundle of nerves so that she can ride out her orgasm as I clamber ungainly to my feet. I'm kissing her with all that I am because, even though she tugged me off yesterday, and sucked on my neck this morning, this here, getting her off with my mouth, is the best I've ever felt.

She's giggling and I'm grinning my biggest smile ever.

"You can wipe that grin off of your face, Berry. You weren't all that."

I might have been offended by her knocking my sexual prowess if she wasn't smirking. "Try telling me that again, Quinn, without the post coital flush of colour to your cheeks or my fingers inside of you," I grin cheekily. "I might believe you then."

She arches a brow at me but she's still giggling. I kiss her again, distracting her as I ease my fingers out of her and discretely wipe them on her panties as I help her pull them up. When I help pull up the jeans, that I may as well let her keep because they've never looked that good on me, I catch her staring at me.

"What? Do I have something on my face?"

She swipes her thumb under my lip and across my chin. "Not anymore, stud." Her smirk slips into a tender smile. "What about you? Do you need to, you know?"

I shake my head and return her smile. "I should be fine until tonight just as long as I avoid all thoughts of what I just did to you." My smile widens and I flick the button to her jeans and tug up the zip. "Honestly, Quinn." I add because of her incredulous look. I can hardly believe it myself, but I don't feel any urgent need to masturbate. I think that I was so focused on Quinn and her reactions to my touch, that I didn't really think all that much about how I felt.

She pulls me into her and she presses her lips to mine in a long, slow kiss that sets my body humming. "Perhaps, we can think about me returning the favour a little later on."

This girl will be the death of me. I'm back to singing Barbra and she's snorting her laugh. I glare at her, shaking my head as I step away from her addictive warmth. "I should go."

She nods.

"I need to pick up prophylactics and snacks before I see my aunt," She groans and it's my turn to chuckle. "I'll see you later, Quinn."

"Yes, you will." O-oh, she's smirking again. "Hopefully, all of me."

I almost pull the front door into my face, but luckily, my senses return and I shake my head at her.

"Hurry back." Her smile is shy as she waves her goodbye.

"I'll try." I don't know how long my visit with Aunt Lilith will take, we have a lot to talk about her and me, but I'm also hoping to be back here with Quinn as soon as possible. I just wish that Santana and Brittany weren't going to be here too. I can't believe that I'll get cock-blocked while Santana Lopez gets her grope on.

I'm scowling at my car, just thinking about Santana and her girlfriend invading my alone time with Quinn, but I turn to see that Quinn is still watching me from her step and I'm smiling again. To hell with the Latina. I'll take being in the same room with Quinn Fabray any day over being at home alone, even if we won't be able to touch until much later.

I send Quinn a quick wave as I climb into my car. Right, big box of condoms and popcorn, here I come.

Tbc.