Part 15

Okay, I'm not being vain, but I am secure enough with my body image to admit that I am quite beautiful when I cry, and I'm currently sitting at my vanity, teary eyed as I stare at myself in the mirror. What I'm not so secure about is the reason why my Aunt Lilith stood me up.

Didn't she want to spend that little bit of time with me? Was it preferable for her to have sex with someone else's husband than meet up with her niece for lunch? Am I so bad to be around that she couldn't be bothered to even leave me a note or text me to tell me that she couldn't make our lunch date after all?

The tears build in my eyes, spilling occasionally down my cheeks to fall on the turtleneck I'm wearing. Except for my awesome morning with Quinn, so far, today has not been the best and it was only three o'clock.

I had headed straight over to Rite Aid after leaving my … Quinn. I have to remind myself then that what Quinn and I are is just an exploration. We're not girlfriends; we're barely even friends really. I can't hold back the sob that bubbles up from the back of my throat. Why would she want to be my girlfriend when my own family doesn't want to spend time with me?

Anyway, Rite Aid, and the mortification of being seen buying the bigger Trojan Pleasure Pack by Miss Pillsbury and Mr Schuester who also just happened to be shopping for condoms, or maybe feminine hygiene products. I don't know if it was the pleased smile on Miss Pillsbury's face, telling me without words that she was proud of me for not relying on a guy to provide prophylactics, or the tomato faced Mr Schue, who looked as embarrassed as I but couldn't decide on if it was because he had also been caught buying condoms, or because I had; and I was one of his students, that sent me scurrying as quickly as I could to the checkouts, grabbing other items along the way that I didn't need. It was there that I remembered that Rite Aid fully embraced their equal opportunities policy and that Artie worked Saturdays, and was currently serving the large man in front of me.

I will admit to panicking. Finn would hear about me buying condoms and he would explode. He would want to know why I suddenly need condoms, when I wouldn't even let him get past first base. Normally, I wouldn't care what Finn Hudson, Artie and Mr Schuester thought, but this wasn't just about me. I turned, flustered at being seen yet again, and bumped straight into a magazine stand.

At that moment, standing in a mess of strewn magazines, clutching a thirty-six pack of condoms, a stuffed lamb and a bag of Hershey Miniatures, I vow to myself that once those thirty-six condoms have all been used, Quinn will have to get the next pack.

I spent a few minutes calming the flaming heat in my face before I ventured over to Wall-Mart to buy snacks, and then onto the restaurant where my Aunt asked me to meet her.

I waited for over an hour. My aunt never called or texted to tell me that she couldn't make it, she left me there to wait, only to stand me up.

I know that there has got to be a valid reason for her not to meet me, but I can't help but feel let down by her. My head's telling me that maybe I'm overreacting, but my heart just hurts, and that's why I'm currently staring at myself as I cry my disappointment.

I look down at my phone. I've been clutching it in my hand, waiting for a reply to the texts I've sent Lilith, but now I'm contemplating texting Quinn and telling her that something's come up because I really don't feel like being around anyone right now. My fingers hover over the buttons until my cell suddenly chirps. Opening the message, my eyes widen and I have to look up at the mirror to see what I actually look like when I'm surprised. Taking a quick mental note so I can emulate the expression for my acting class, I re-read my text message from Quinn.

Oh dear lord. Quinn is sexting me.

I quickly swipe the tears from my face before looking back to the open message.

'I want your mouth on me right now.'

Erm. I tilt my head to the side, wondering as to what I can say in response. I've never sexted before, not really. Finn's efforts left me cross-eyed as I tried to decipher his version of text talk and Puck was always too coarse for me to even deem replying to. My cell chirps again before I've even formulated a suitably sexy riposte.

'Damn it, Rachel. I want to feel you inside of me.'

My breath hitches as I read the two texts over and over, and I drop my hand to my skirt. I can already feel the tight confines of my spanks getting tighter. 'You need to stop, baby. You're making me hard.' I type quickly, not realising that I'd written 'baby' until after I'd hit send. Crap! Was that going too far?

My phone chirps. 'Don't touch yourself.' I read. 'I want to do it for you.'

I swallow thickly as I press down on my cock. 'That's not helping.' I reply.

Standing from my chair, I move to my bathroom and wash my face. My eyes are still puffy and my nose is red, but hopefully, all signs of tears will be gone by the time I get to Quinn's house. Why did I even contemplate not going back to Quinn's when she's been the best part of my day so far? I straighten out my skirt and grab my car keys.

I knock on the six foot wooden gate that led to Quinn's backyard and wait for someone to come and open it for me. I had knocked on the front door, but after no response, I remembered the gate, and that the three other girls were probably still outside, enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun.

I didn't wait long before the gate swung open and I was face to face with a soaking wet Santana. Oh joy! It looks as though they had all donned bikinis again. I know for sure when my eyes find a tall athletic blonde climbing out of the pool.

"What's wrong?"

My eyes snap to the Latina before she catches me staring at her girlfriend. It takes me a moment to register her question. "Nothing's wrong." I really do try to keep my eyes on her face, but her breasts are just there.

She reaches out and I startle, thinking that she's about to slap me for ogling her chest, but instead, she pushes my hair away from my face. Her brows furrow. "You've been crying, so something must be wrong."

My shoulders drop. "It's silly." I sigh.

"Q?" Santana yells over her shoulder. "Get over here."

"Really, Santana. I'm fine." My eyes dart from her face to the blonde looking over towards us from a sun lounger. I watch as Quinn stands and starts to walk towards us.

I can see her eyes narrow at me as she nears. She too must be able to see that I've been crying, but I plaster a huge grin on my face anyway.

"What's happened?" Quinn reaches for my hand and tugs me into her garden as Santana lets the gate close behind us. "Is everything okay?"

I can tell that she's worried and probably jumping to conclusions about my conversation with my aunt. It's then that I remember that my favourite aunt actually stood me up and my lower lip begins to tremble. "Everything's fine." I shrug as I feel tears sting my eyes. "She didn't show up." I shake my head. "It's no big deal."

At Santana's incredulous look, Quinn pulls me into her and wraps her arms around me. "Who didn't show up? What the fuck's going on?"

I clutch onto Quinn as I start to cry again. I don't understand why I'm so upset; I've been stood up before, quite often actually.

She sighs heavily. "Rachel was supposed to see her aunt today, and I'm guessing by the tears, that her Aunt Lilith didn't even have the courtesy to let her know in advance that she wasn't going to show."

"She didn't." I hiccup against Quinn's collar bone. "I waited for an hour at the restaurant before they asked me to move to the bar."

"Wow. Talk about rude." Santana didn't sound pleased, but my face was still buried in Quinn's neck, so I couldn't see her facial expressions. I did feel her reach out to touch my back though. "And this is a relative?"

I sniffle again as I lift my eyes. "I don't see her very often. We were supposed to talk about stuff."

"Well," Santana's hands were on her lips. "It's her loss. Now you get to shimmy your ass into that banging bikini of yours, and enjoy our company instead of your stuffy old aunt's."

My mouth drops open for two reasons. Firstly, my Aunt Lilith is anything but stuffy, and hearing her referred to as such was almost funny. Secondly, I could not wear that bikini for another four to five days. My penis does not look good in those briefs.

"I'm sorry; Santana, but I left my swimsuit at home." My sad face is my most realistic, but it's also partly real. Being in the pool would feel wonderfully relaxing right now.

The brunette frowns at me. "I'm sure that Q has a bikini you could wear." She looks to Quinn.

Quinn seems a little flustered by the request but covers it nicely by calling me fat. "I do." She nods at Santana. "But, I don't think any of them would fit Rachel's fuller figure."

Santana scoffs. "Fuller figure? You've got to be kidding me, Q?"

Quinn shakes her head and I can see that she's only trying to protect me. "She's got bigger boobs than I have."

"And your ass is bigger than hers, so things should even out in a bikini." Santana scowls at her friend.

Hazel eyes become piercing as Quinn glares at her friend. "Are you saying that I've got a fat ass?" I step back when she puts her hands on her hips.

Santana just smirks and raises an eyebrow. "Honestly, Q? I'd do your ass."

"Me too." Brittany adds as she bounces over. "You've got the best ass at McKinley out of all the girls and guys. San and I voted on it."

I swallow thickly. They weren't wrong. And then, all eyes turn to me. Crap! "They're not wrong, Quinn."

"See? There was no insult, Q. Even Berry thinks you've got a great ass."

I blush furiously and so does Quinn.

"So," Santana grins. "Let's cheer Berry up with bikinis, tequila and a dip in the pool. Go get changed you two." She then turns around and walks back towards the pool with Brittany's hand in hers.

I look over at Quinn. "I can't wear a bikini."

"No kidding." She sighs. "I'm still traumatized by the sight of things falling out." She shudders playfully and I smack her arm.

"And there I was with the distinct impression that you liked my 'things'." I give her a pointed look but I can't hide the smile on my lips.

She blushes further and huffs. "Shut up."

My smile widens into a grin when she once again takes my hand and pulls me towards her house. This hand holding thing is starting to become a habit with her, a habit I hope she doesn't break, even as I spot Santana nudging Brittany and nodding her head towards us. I slip my fingers between Quinn's and let her lead the way.

When we get to her bedroom, she doesn't push me against the wall to ravish me like I was hoping, she just looks at me.

"Are you sure you're okay?" She steps into me until we're hip to hip. "You looked really upset."

I sigh when I feel her breath against my lips. I drape my arms over her shoulders and smile. "I guess that she hurt my feelings by not letting me know that she wouldn't be there." I dip forward a little and rub my nose against Quinn's, making her giggle softly. "I'm okay now though, except for the fact that Santana is trying to get me back into a bikini and she apparantly wants to 'do your ass'."

She snorts at me and I find it adorable. "Jealous?" She chuckles.

"Quite frankly," I press a lingering kiss to her lips. "Yes." I breath. "I want to be the only one to 'do your ass'." Oops. I really didn't mean to say that last bit aloud.

She freezes in my arms and I swallow thickly at my mistake.

"Rachel?"

"Ignore that last bit, Quinn." She steps away from me and I miss her warmth immediately. "It came out all wrong."

She stares at me, her arms folding over herself. "I don't want to ignore it." She chews at the corner of her lip. "You were only being honest and I should probably do the same." Fine blonde brows furrow as she continues to look at me.

I step forward but she holds up her hand to stop me.

"Am I your number five, Rachel?"

I feel the air rush from my lungs as she brings up the conversation we had yesterday.

She sits down on the edge of her bed. "I just need to know, before I say anything else."

I nod my head. "Yes."

I watch as she blows out a long breath. "I don't want to stop whatever it is that we've been doing." My eyes flicker between her lips and her eyes as she speaks. "And I don't want you to let anyone else touch you while we're doing ... whatever."

My brows furrow as I concentrate on her words. Did she just say that she wants to be exclusive?

"I have no intentions of being with anyone else, Rachel."

I blink at her.

"I'd like us to be friends with benefits." Oh, I think my heart just broke a little. "Who … maybe dated too?"

"Okay." I squeak out immediately. What else am I going to say to that? No? I don't think so. Quinn has been my number five for a very long time now, longer than I'd care to really admit to myself, so there's no way in hell that I would ever turn down the chance at dating her for real.

"Okay?" Quinn lets out a long breath as her lips twitch into a smile. "But, not like how you and Finn dated, right?"

I'm a little confused so I ask her to elaborate. "What do you mean?"

"We still get to do stuff, right?" She blushes a deep pink and I can't help but smile at her embarrassment. "We can continue with what we've been doing? You won't make me wait until you're twenty-five or anything?"

I make my way over towards the bed and stand just in front of Quinn. "I told you yesterday that I only said that to Finn because I was sick of him pressuring me into having sex." I reach out and smooth blonde hair away from hazel eyes. "You and I have already gone much further than what I did with Finn, and to be totally honest with you Quinn, if you asked me to have sex with you right now, I would, and we haven't even started dating yet." I lift my knee onto the bed besides her hip and coax her into moving back before lifting my other knee. "I would really like it if we could continue getting to know each other intimately, and I would really like it if you let me take you out to dinner."

"When?" Quinn's breath hitches audibly in her throat as I ease her down onto the mattress.

"Whenever it's most convenient for you," I brush my nose against hers. "I will make myself available."

She lifts her knees until I'm nestled between her thighs. "Tomorrow?"

That soon? I can work with that. I smile down at her, pressing soft kisses to her nose, lips and chin before I rotate my hips into hers. "Six o'clock?"

Quinn moans as she nods her head. Her darkening eyes flutter shut and I can feel her pelvis tilt up into mine as we start to grind against each other.

I capture her lips with mine and she deepens the kiss immediately. I try not to think too much about the fact that Quinn is only wearing a skimpy bikini otherwise things would be over way too quickly for my liking. I would dearly love to touch and kiss every inch of exposed skin but once again, we have to be careful and quick, just in case a nosey Latina comes looking for us.

"Rachel?" Quinn gasps as she grabs onto my turtle neck. "Take this off."

She's already pushing up my top as I lean back onto my knees. I pull it over my head and toss it to the floor. I take a few moments to look at the beautiful girl beneath me. Her hair is mussed, her lips are swollen from our kiss and she has a flush of colour spreading down from her face and over her chest. "Be my girlfriend?" I blink. "I know that you'll probably want to keep things between us for now, and I don't mind, really. It's just; can I call you my girlfriend, even if it's just to me, when I think about you?"

She's breathing hard as she stares up at me. Her hands are holding onto my hips and suddenly she tugs at me until I'm falling back down on top of her. I barely manage to catch myself, my face hovers above hers, and then her hands are sliding underneath the cups of my bra.

"When I told you that I didn't have a five," She breathes against my lips as she palms my breasts. "I lied to you." She hisses when my hips roll into hers. "You're my number five, Rachel." She bites her lip and I think that she can feel my erection rubbing against her bikini briefs even through my skirt and spanks. "Yes. I'll be your girlfriend."

I press my mouth to hers, kissing her with everything that I have as we thrust against each other. I'm grinning and groaning and feeling so many things that I've never felt before, I would be an idiot to ever say no to Quinn Fabray. My girlfriend.

She gasps. Her pelvis jerks against me more quickly as she hooks one of her legs over my hip until her foot is against my ass, pulling me harder and harder against her.

"Damn it, Rachel." Her back arches into me. "You feel so good." Her hands squeeze by breasts over and over before she finds my nipples.

"Fuck." I bury my face against her shoulder so that I can concentrate on my grinding. I kiss the skin beneath my mouth and bite down when she pinches my hard nipples.

"Rache!" Quinn whines. "I'm … so close."

What I wouldn't give right now for there not to be clothes between us. I rotate my hips again and again and suddenly she tenses beneath me, but I continue to thrust against her until I jerk one last time and freeze.

She's breathing harshly against my ear and holding me tightly to her as I collapse against her. I try to roll to the side so as not to hurt her, but she holds me still.

"Dear god, Rachel," She pants. "If it's that good with clothes on, what the hell will it be like when we're both naked?"

I giggle against her neck as my senses return. Oops. I think that that reddened patch might bruise, but she really can't blame me for biting her when we were doing what we were just doing, can she?

I lift my face so that I can see her pretty eyes and I smile down at her.

"You look goofy." She chuckles.

"So do you." I kiss her. I don't care that I look like I've just dry humped the most beautiful girl at McKinley High because that's exactly what she is, and now she's also my girlfriend. If I didn't have to move, I would do a happy dance that involves jazz hands.

The banging on the bedroom door makes us giggle harder. We knew it was coming.

"If you two have stopped bumping uglies, I need to know where Mrs F is hiding the limes, Q." Santana, of course.

I was kind of expecting Quinn to freak out, but she doesn't, but then she didn't seem at all bothered when Santana saw us holding hands either. That's something I should probably ask Quinn about.

"They're in the fruit bowl in the dining room." Quinn calls out over my shoulder. "She needed green to offset the colour of the grapes and oranges."

"I don't care why they're there; I just wanted to know where they were." Santana grumbled through the door. "Get your bikini's back on girls, it's party time. Oh and don't forget to wash up before you come down. I do not need to smell sex and sweat on you two. Disgusting."

I look at Quinn and she looks back to me, but she just grins and shakes her head. I cannot believe Santana just said that after what Quinn came home to earlier on.

"Come on." Quinn shuffles out from underneath me and pulls herself to the edge of the bed. "I have spanks and shorts that you can wear, along with a bikini top. Hopefully, nothing will be too obvious."

I'm grateful that Quinn thought of spanks because I think that I might have just ruined mine, at least until I can run them through a mixed fabrics cycle on the washing machine.

Tbc.