Quinn's been dating Sam for months now. He's perfect for what she needs. He's sweet, dumb and he hasn't pressure her for sex and every time she stops and pray, he just huffs but never complains. It's not like she doesn't like the guy, it's just every time their make-out sessions get out of hand her mind always wanders to a certain annoying pint-size diva.

She knows it's wrong, especially with Sam, but she can't control what her mind decides to conjure when she's kissing him, and every time that happens she needs to cool off and what better way than praying, before "Rachel", she used praying as a way to keep Finn (and Puck) away from her.

"Let's pray" She's been making out with Rachel —in her mind, that is— for thirty minutes, and she's been moaning for the last fifteen, thinking (and feeling) Rachel's hands wandering her body. She stands up and notices a wet spot on Sam's jeans, he doesn't seem to see it but she can imagine his— there it is, the satisfied smug telling her he thinks he's doing a great job and he's closer to get into her panties. She doesn't want to face him, so she keeps praying.

Once she's alone in her room, she can give in to her fantasies. About a month ago she found this channel on a porn site, about a brunette touching herself. Every time she watches one of her videos —which are getting longer and with better quality every new upload— she pictures Rachel. The moans, whimpers, how the girl touches herself lit her skin on fire.

"Oh God" Quinn's watching one of her favourite videos. It's simple, just the girl touching herself. The camera shows the girl's perfect body, small breasts with perky nipples that at some point were bullied into hardness and the brunette is sitting lazily touching her slit.

"Do you like that?" The girl asks. Her voice is husky and low, "yeah, I know you like it. Are you touching yourself for me, Baby?"

Quinn can't hold back her moan, the girl's voice makes her shiver. She doesn't know what's gotten into her but listening to the tan girl talking like that, like she's saying those things to her in her ear, excites her beyond anything else.

"You're touching your boobs, right?" Quinn whimpers when the girl touches her breast. "Oh —". The girl moans while pinching her nipple. "My nipples are so hard for you" The camera focuses on the girl's other hand, she shows her wet fingers to the camera.

"Mmm... I'm so wet for you, baby" The brunette takes her fingers to her mouth and Quinn can hear the girl's moans when she tastes herself. "Oh— So good... so— mmm". The slurping sounds that follows, drive Quinn crazy. She can picture the girl sucking her fingers clean and then licking them just to make sure there's nothing left in them.

"Are you ready for me, baby?" The brunette asks, Quinn moans and nods. "Are you wet? Show me. Mmm... suck those fingers for me." Quinn without missing a beat does what the girl wants, the brunette moans. "Good girl."

After a beat, the tan girl thrust two fingers in and out of herself at a slow pace, Quinn follows her lead.

"Fuck! So. Tight."The girl on the video says and Quinn can feel herself clenching at those words "Oh! Baby, I bet you'd feel amazing around my fingers" Quinn hips begin to thrust into her hand, she's "Oh fuck, I'm so close" the brunette moans and Quinn can't keep her eyes open and as soon as they close, the image of Rachel hovering on top of her assaults her senses. She can feel Rachel's fingers inside of her, taking her to the edge with every thrust.

"Oh —" Quinn opens her eyes and watches the brunette on the video coming undone. The image is enough to give her the final push and she comes with Rachel's name on her lips.

The video ends.

Quinn's breathing is uneven, her body's limp. She knows she has to move, but for the life of he can't even take her fingers out of her. There's a small smile on her face, she's happy, relaxed. That was a great orgasm.

She's driffing off, there isn't a worry in her life, not even the laptop on her belly, until she hears a knock on her door.

"Quinn?" A girl's voice says while opening the door.

'Oh no' Quinn thinks. 'Shit.'