A/N: Warning: Sexy times and sexting.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, anything mentioned, any songs, quotes, or books used.
Chapter 26: Like Never Before
"The question isn't who is going to let me; it's who is going to stop me."
-Ayn Rand
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Quinn was hauling ass across the courtyard. Her class had run long and now she was running toward Professor Tate's office where she had a meeting with him about the play. She didn't know what he wanted to meet with her about but ever since she had gotten the email the night before she had been stressing out about it. Rachel helped out the night before with some naughty phone sex but as soon as she woke up this morning; it was all she was thinking about again.
What if he hated it?
What if they had changed their minds and didn't want her in the lead role after all. She knew her audition went wonderfully but why else would he want to meet with her?
And then to top it all off her last class had run late and now she was never going to make it; she pushed her worries aside and kicked her running up a notch. She was still to this day very thankful for Sue Sylvester and her insane workout rituals.
When she got to Professor Tate's office she saw a note on the wipe board that read:
I'm sorry Quinn I am with a student that showed up a moment ago. If you have time please stick around as I don't foresee this taking too long but if you must go I understand just leave a note.
She sucked in a breath and slumped against the wall.
She didn't have another class for about forty five minutes so she knew she'd be waiting. She laughed internally and thought- well at least I already got my workout in for today.
Then her phone rang out and it startled her. She pulled it out of her jeans and smiled at the sight of Rachel's name. She hit the talk button.
"Hello," she panted out and heard Rachel moan.
"Mm, Quinn… I gotta tell you that I love the sound of your panting… but um," she could hear the naughty tone leave and a worried one take its place. "Why are you panting?" Quinn laughed.
"Because, my class ran late," she sucked in a few breaths. "And I ran to Professor Tate's office," she finished with another heavy breath and heard Rachel's relieved sigh.
"Oh thank Barbra," and this time Quinn giggled. "But I don't want to keep you from your meeting I was just calling to wish you luck."
"Thanks babe… but he's in another meeting that is running long so I didn't have to run after all."
"Aw, babe… are you tired?"
"Yes."
"And are you sweaty?" She heard Rachel practically purring and she giggled.
"A bit… yes."
"Mm… fuck Quinn that is hot."
"Rachel, for the love of god please don't flirt with me right now. I have to meet with Tate soon and I don't need to be thrumming with arousal."
"Mm, Quinn say arousal again," she husked.
"Baby please," Quinn begged.
"Ooh begging now," Rachel heard Quinn's frustrated grumble.
"Rachel," Quinn growled and Rachel pushed back the arousal that her growling had caused in favor of not pissing Quinn off.
"Okay… Okay I'm sorry, but it worked babe at least you're not stressing as much right?"
"Well I wasn't."
"Look Quinn you're brilliant… he is probably just going to tell you that," Quinn smiled; she loved Rachel's confidence in her. "Good luck and please call me after you're done with him so that we can finish the naughty portion of this conversation," she heard Quinn laugh and knew her distraction technique was working.
"But I have another class after the meeting," she whined and Rachel knew it was because she wanted to continue the conversation just as much.
"Well then I guess I'll sext you."
"Rachel," she chastised.
"What?" She waited a moment and when she knew Quinn wouldn't say anything else she continued. "I mean it's not like it's your drama class or your English class so what do you care if I distract you while you in your psych class."
"True," Quinn thought about it. "My psych professor is a tool and I hate his boring ass voice… so you're on Rachel Berry."
"Ooh can't wait," she said in that tone that she knew got Quinn hot. Professor Tate's door opened and Quinn got nervous again.
"Okay babe but I gotta go, Tate's meeting is over."
"Okay and I love you and good luck."
"Love you too," Rachel blew a kiss over the line before hanging up and Quinn melted. Quinn turned her phone volume down to vibrate as Professor Tate finished up with his student; once the kid one was gone he smiled over at Quinn and waved her over.
"Quinn, I'm so sorry to have made you wait."
"It's no problem sir," she nervously walked into his office. He closed the door and followed her in sitting behind his desk.
"Please have a seat Quinn," she nodded and did as she was told. He could tell that she was nervous by the way she was wringing her hands and he held back a laugh when she confirmed that a few moments later.
"Please Professor Tate, just tell me what I did wrong and I'll do my best to fix it," she met his eyes and saw a warm smile cross his lips.
"Why do you always assume the worst Quinn?"
"Practice," she answered with a shrug.
"Well I can assure you that I do not have bad news. Quite the opposite actually," the relieved breath that she released once he said that had him smiling like a fool. He reached into his desk and handed her a brochure. She tentatively reached for it and once it was in her hand she read it out loud.
"The Norman Mailer High School and College Writing Awards," then she looked back at her professor. She was confused and was about to ask him what was going on but he spoke first.
"Quinn I have taken the liberty of submitting your manuscript to this award program," her mouth fell open as he spoke and she felt her stomach tighten with nerves. "Should you win the creative writing award in the four year college category you would receive ten thousand dollars and a scholarship to the Norman Mailer Writing Fellowship at his colony in Provincetown Massachusetts," she gasped loudly and covered her mouth with her hand. He chuckled again and continued. "Travel and lodging would be taken care of and the program would take place in the summer of next year."
"Oh my god," she finally said. "I-I don't know what to say sir… I'm so very flattered. Do you- I mean do really think my," she was animated with her hands because of her nerves. "I mean do you think the story is good enough?"
"Of course Quinn or I wouldn't have submitted it," he answered honestly and she nodded. She sat back in the chair and let the news sink in… like really sink in.
Her professor submitted her story for a national award and he thought she had a good chance of winning.
"Um… when do we know?"
"October of next year," he answered and she nodded again. The nerves were settling a bit and the excitement was washing over her.
"I don't know what to say… I mean I can't believe you believe in me so much."
"You are a brilliant writer Quinn; and I know you love performing but I am convinced that you should do both… and furthermore I think you would shine brilliantly with both."
"Thank you so much."
"You're welcome," he got to his feet and she followed suit. "Congratulations Quinn and I will have my fingers crossed for you."
"Thank you again sir… really I can't thank you enough for this," she waved the brochure. "And for all that you have done for me."
"Well you do remind me a lot of myself and your talent Quinn is a true gift," she smiled a Rachel Berry-esque smile at those words. She had only recently gotten used to being complimented by the male figures in her life and it was wonderful. "And I am thankful that you have let me help mold and shape that talent even if it didn't need much."
"I am the one that is thankful to you sir," she told him and he held out his hand.
"Just doing my job Quinn," she placed her hand into his and he shook it. "I'm so proud of you kid."
A few moments later she found herself mindlessly walking across the courtyard thinking about what her professor had just done and clutching the brochure. She was so happy and proud that her professor believed in her enough to submit her work for an award.
And she was proud of herself.
And she couldn't wait to tell Rachel.
But when she thought about Rachel she realized that she was supposed to be going to her psych class which- she looked at her watch- started in five minutes.
And just like that she once again found herself hauling ass across campus to get to the psych building.
Quinn was panting heavily when she collapsed into the seat in her psych class about thirty seconds before her professor entered the room and his boring ass voice started to drone on and on about projection.
She shifted in her seat and pulled out her phone.
She noticed that she had yet to receive a text from Rachel and decided to start this round of sexting herself. She licked and then bit her lip before she tapped out a text.
From Quinn: Hey baby… are you ready for me?
It took a few moments before she got a response but when she did she smiled.
From Rachel: Almost, I just left Miss Tibideaux class and I'm headed for the dance room. Being Cassie's TA has its perks. And keys to the dance room are one of them.
From Quinn: Ooh I love that room, and that table. Oh and that piano.
It was again another few minutes before she got a response.
/
Rachel had gotten to the room and locked the door behind herself. She was going to hop up on the table but when she read Quinn's latest text she decided to ask Quinn what she wanted.
From Rachel: So does that mean you want me on the table or on the piano?
From Quinn: Mm, babe the choices you give me are so difficult but since I already had you coming on that table get your ass on the piano.
From Rachel: Yes ma'am.
She hopped up on the piano and pushed her skirt up to her hips. She spread her legs and slipped her hand over her already moist panties.
From Quinn: Are you on it? Are you naked? Fuck Rach I want you so badly.
From Rachel: I'm on the piano, spread out and soaking through these panties. How is your psych class going?
From Quinn: Really babe? That's what you ask?
From Rachel: Yeah well, it turns me on when you get all HBIC on me and your professor always does that to you ;)
From Quinn: He's a fucking idiot who thinks he is so superior to everyone else because he thinks he knows what's going on in people's minds. Like I wonder if he knows what is going on in mine half the time because mostly I'm thinking how much of a dick he is.
From Rachel: Yeah that's it babe. I'm rubbing my clit over my panties and you're making me so hot.
From Quinn: Fuck Rach, push them aside and slide your fingers through your wetness.
From Rachel: Mm, Quinn I'm so wet. What is the topic in your class today?
From Quinn: He's fucking babbling on about projecting and half the class is asleep and the other half is distracted.
From Rachel: What are you distracted by babe?
From Quinn: My sexy as fuck girlfriend who is too many fucking miles away touching herself. Touching what I should be touching.
From Rachel: Mmm fuck Quinn my fingers are drenched, should I go inside?
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Quinn sucked in a breath at those words and let her mind be taken over with images of Rachel spread open on a piano with one hand covered in her own juices and the other one tapping away on her phone.
Suddenly her psych class was completely gone from her mind.
From Quinn: Not yet baby, first put those fingers into your mouth. How do you taste?
From Rachel: Oh fuck Quinn, I taste so good. I want you here, licking me and slamming your tongue deep inside me. Cleaning up this mess you made.
From Quinn: Fuck Rachel, I want that too. Put your fingers inside fuck yourself for me love.
From Rachel: Uhhh god Quinn. I'm so full.
"Fucking hell," Quinn whispered to herself. She gathered her books and ducked out of class. Her tool of a professor didn't even notice. She ran for it and found the nearest bathroom. Once she was barricaded inside the stall she turned her attention back to her phone. She had missed two texts from Rachel in her haste to find a bathroom.
From Rachel: Quinn! Oh fuck I need you.
From Rachel: Quinn baby don't leave me now, I need you to fuck me. Pound me baby.
Quinn hurried to send a text.
From Quinn: Sorry love, I needed to get out of class. I'm in the bathroom now and I need you too.
From Rachel: Mm, Quinn are you wet for me?
From Quinn: So wet. My panties are sticky it's all for you.
From Rachel: Oh god yes. Fuck yourself Quinn. Fuck yourself like I am.
Quinn did as she was told and as she slipped two fingers past the waistband of her panties and into her heated sex, she needed more; she needed to hear Rachel. She hurried to dial her number and within a few seconds she heard her panting girlfriend on the other end.
"Oh fuck Quinn, I'm so close."
"Me too… god Rach, you are so fucking sexy and I just needed to hear you," she said and heard Rachel panting some more. She also heard some shuffling and knew it was the sound of Rachel's hand pounding into herself.
"I love you Quinn… I love you so much," she hummed and felt her walls contract around her fingers.
"I love you too baby."
"Come for me Quinn," she husked and Quinn balanced her phone with her shoulder and squeezed her clit with her free hand. The combination of that, the feeling of her fingers inside herself, Rachel's ragged breathing, and the knowledge that Rachel was doing the same thing sent her over the edge.
"Oh yeah Rachel! Oh fuck so good," she screamed into the phone as she came and that sent Rachel over the edge too.
Once they had both calmed down and got their breathing under control Rachel spoke.
"That was amazing," she pulled her fingers out of herself and wiped it them on her already soaked panties.
"It sure as fuck was," Quinn said and did the same thing Rachel did. They both let their skirts fall down. Rachel climbed off the piano and headed for the door as Quinn moved to wash her hands.
"How was your meeting?" Rachel asked in a tired voice.
"It was wonderful I got some really good news."
"Do you have time to tell me about it?" Rachel wondered.
"Well since I ditched class… yeah. I am done for the day so I have as much time as you do," Rachel smiled into the phone at those words.
"I'm done with classes today too, so I am all yours for the evening Quinn Fabray," Quinn beamed her Rachel smile and went about telling Rachel all about her day and the wonderful news she got.
Which Rachel rewarded her with a movie night and a promise of a better reward once she visited New Haven the following weekend. Quinn smiled at the thought of her reward and settled on her couch and watched a movie knowing that Rachel was on her couch in New York watching the same movie.
"Quinn," Rachel's tired voice said into the phone after a while of hearing nothing but the sound of each other breathing.
"Hm," Quinn hummed just as sleepy.
"I'm so proud of you."
"Thank you baby," Rachel could practically hear the smile in Quinn's tone.
"I'm so lucky to be yours."
"I'm the lucky one," Quinn argued and Rachel didn't want to start a fight so she dropped the subject and they fell into comfortable silence once more.
And that was how they fell asleep that night.
And it was the next best thing to being in each other's arms.
Ever since the success of Brittany's show on Christmas Eve her bosses had been relying more and more on her when it came to choreography; but they had yet to mention an official title or job offer like they had originally promised and she was beginning to get worried that they were giving her the same run around she had gotten from her previous dance company.
However her worries were finally put to rest.
She was helping one of her fellow dancers- Victor; who was having a little bit of trouble learning one of the more complex parts of the choreography that she had come up with for their next show when her three bosses walked in. As soon as she noticed them she became nervous because they were hardly ever all there at the same time. She knew they were watching her but she didn't want to say anything or presume anything so she continued with teaching Victor the dance steps until finally; Greg spoke.
"Brittany, may we speak with you for a moment?" She looked up at him and nodded once.
"Sure," she addressed her bosses and then looked quickly back at Victor. "Work on those steps until I get back," he nodded and she patted his arm and shot him a warm smile before turning back to her bosses who were already heading toward the office. As she followed them she started to feel nervous excitement. She knew she hadn't done anything wrong in fact she knew she had been doing things perfectly right for quite some time and she hoped they were finally going to give her the good news she had been waiting and hoping for.
But she was still extremely nervous.
Once they reached the office Stephen held the door open as Greg and Cathy went in. Brittany looked up at him and he motioned for her to enter.
"Please take a seat Brittany," he said and she lowered her eyes and sat in front of the large desk. Cathy sat in the seat across from her while the two men stood on either side of her.
"Brittany," Stephen called and her eyes landed on him. "First of all I would like to say thank you for the amount of love, and passion you have for the art of dance, and also for all of the incredible work you have done for this company," she smiled and nodded once.
"Thank you sir."
"And we're sorry that we have waited so long to speak with you about this," Greg continued. "We were working out some logistics as well as some end of the fiscal year money matters but that is of no concern of yours. You did an amazing job with the Christmas Eve show and in every show and performance since then," her smiled widened and she felt her face blush.
"And on behalf of the principle owners," Cathy said gesturing toward her two partners, we would like to officially offer you the job of head of choreography here and we hope to be working with you for many years to come," Brittany's mouth must have fell open and she knew she must've looked like a fool at this moment… and judging by the looks on her bosses faces she knew her assumption was right but right now she didn't care.
Brittany S. Pierce was just offered a head choreographer job at one of New York's finest dance companies and if only the people back in Lima that called her stupid time and time again could see her now.
"So do you?" She heard Cathy's voice for the first time since she offered the job and she shook her head of all of her daydreams.
She could focus on those later.
Once she had a brand, new shiny position.
"I'm sorry what was that?" She saw Cathy smirk before she repeated the question.
"I just said do you accept the offer?"
"Yes… yes a million times yes," she yelled and nearly hopped out of her chair," Stephen chuckled when she stood before him holding out her hand; he always thought she was so funny on top of her incredible talent. "Thank you sir," you won't regret it," she said before offering her hand to Cathy. "Thank you ma'am," she shook her hand as well and moved on to Greg. "I can't thank you enough for this opportunity sir," she finished and shook his hand as well.
"Well it was well deserved," Greg told her. "Now why don't you take a seat so that we can negotiate a new contract with all of your new wages and benefits," he said and she nodded. She withheld a squeal knowing that she was about to sign a contract where she would be making a whole lot more money, and many other perks and benefits.
She wanted to jump up and down and run around the room like a two year old and then she wanted to run and tell Santana her great news.
But instead she nodded to her boss, took a seat like a real adult and knew she would tell Santana later and get rewarded over and over and over again.
Once the contract was drawn up and she was reading it over she nearly choked when she read what her new salary would be but again she remained the adult she was supposed to be and happily signed it.
She could squeal like a teenage girl later.
And she couldn't wait to tell Santana.
Santana was sitting at the piano in the music room at NYU; her music composition class didn't begin for another thirty minutes so she was just killing some time. She had to write a song for this class so she was working on a bit of that when a voice behind her startled her.
"Miss Lopez," she pressed down on the keys making an ugly sound and then winced before turning to face the person who addressed her. A smile came over her face when she saw her composition professor enter the room with an amused smile on her face.
"Professor Hart," she said with a nervous tone in her voice after being caught playing the little bit of her song that she had created.
"Was that an original piece Miss Lopez?"
"Y-Yeah… it's for the assignment."
"Well so far it seemed lovely, have you written any songs before?" She laughed in her head as she remembered Trouty Mouth and then she nodded.
"Y-Yes… well I co-wrote a song with a friend of mine for our junior year National show choir set list," she saw her professor nodding and could tell she was impressed. Just then Santana's phone rang and she winced. "I'm sorry professor, I would've shut it off before class began I promise," she saw her professor nod once before she looked at her phone and saw it was Brittany calling. "It's just my girlfriend, I'll be quick," she saw her professor nod again before answering the call.
"Hey babe I-" She couldn't say anymore because Brittany's squeal of excitement cut her off and she withheld a chuckle.
"Santana guess what just happened?"
"I can't really talk babe, I'll call you later," she dismissed before hanging up the phone and looking back at her professor.
/
Brittany lowered the phone from her ear and felt her heart stinging a little bit. She knew Santana must have been really busy to blow her off but that didn't make it hurt any less. Once they saw that her call was over; her fellow dancers were crowded around her.
"What did she say?" Victor wondered.
"Yeah she um… she's super excited for me, Brittany told them trying to hide the disappointment in her tone.
"Well is she going to celebrate with us tonight?"
"Yeah," she said with a gravelly voice before clearing her throat and pushing her sadness aside. "Yeah of course… but I have to go," she pushed past them. "I'll- I'll see you guys later," as she was walking away she heard Victor say to the group.
"She's probably going to find Santana so she can congratulate her properly."
"Yeah they're so cute," Jane said. "I want a relationship like theirs."
"Me too," the rest of the group said simultaneously. Brittany managed to get out of the building before she felt the tears stinging her eyes and once she was in the cab on her way home she finally let the tears flow.
She knew Santana had a good reason.
But right now the hurt feelings were winning out over rationality.
/
"Sorry about that professor," Santana said as she hung up her phone and saw the woman nodding.
"It's fine," she waved it off. "So about this show choir championship song… did you win?" Santana shook her head sadly.
"No… because some buffoon decided to kiss the girl singing lead and the judges found that very unprofessional."
"Well it is."
"I know," Santana said and suddenly wanted to punch Finn Hudson all over again.
"Did the girl kiss him back?"
"No…no she was actually dating another girl on our team but the boy liked her and forced it on her. She just pushed him away the best she could without ruining the set any further and then we sang the next song… which was the song she and I wrote together."
"Well let's hear it," Professor Hart said and Santana's mouth dropped.
"N-No I-I can't," she stammered.
"And why not?"
"B-Because it's a song meant as a group number… a lot of the choir had solos in this song, not just me."
"It's okay," Professor Hart explained. "I just want to hear your work Santana," she withheld a laugh when she heard Santana gulp audibly.
"O-O-Okay," Santana ran her hands nervously down her front smoothing out her dress and cleared her throat. When she looked back up at her professor, the woman was blown away by the transformation. Instead of the nervous stammering girl that had just been before her she saw a confidant, poised, and stunning young woman before her. And when she opened her mouth to sing she was again blown away her sheer skill. This had not been the first time she heard Santana sing but this was the first time she heard her without the accompaniment of music.
Hey hey hey
You and me keep on dancing in the dark
It's been tearing me apart
Never knowing what we are
Hey hey hey
You and me keep on trying to play it cool
Now it's time to make a move
And that's what I'm gonna do
Lay it all down
Got something to say
Lay it all down
Throw your doubt away
Do or die now
Step on to the plate
Blow the door wide open like up up and away
Let's light up the world tonigh-igh-ight
You gotta give up the bark and bi-I-ite
I know that we got the love, alrigh-igh-ight
Come on and ligh-ligh-light it up
Light it up tonight.
Professor Hart watched with bated breath as Santana shined in that room and she knew instantly she had made the right decision. She listened to the whole song because she just wanted to keep listening to this young girl sing and when the song was over she was clapping loudly and Santana blushed.
So fucking what if Santana blushed.
"Wow, Santana that was… that was incredible."
"Thank you."
"It's too bad that boy ruined your chances because if your show choir was half as good as you then you would've won for sure," she said with pride and Santana blushed darker.
"Yeah well, there were a few that were equally as good as; or far better than me."
"I find that hard to believe."
"It's true," Santana said with pride in her voice for her friends. "And we did win the show choir championship the following year."
"So that boy didn't mess up again," Professor Hart wondered with a slight chuckle.
"Um no we sort of threatened his life if he did," this time it was a full on laugh.
"I would've too… but Santana there was a reason I made you sing that song for me just now… I needed to see if you were capable of performing a song without too much warning and without any accompaniment."
"Wh-Why?" Santana groaned internally at her stammering again.
"Because we have a very important sporting event coming up here at NYU," Santana nodded her head because it's all she had been hearing about recently. "And the girl that was going to sing the National Anthem has come down with the flu and has no voice at the moment," Santana's mouth dropped.
Was she asking what she thought she was asking?
"They put me in charge of finding her replacement and I think you are my most naturally gifted student so-"
"Oh my fucking god," Santana squealed and then covered her mouth. Professor Hart merely chuckled again. "I'm so sorry," she said through her fingers.
"It's okay… so does that mean you'll do it."
"Yes of course… YES!" She shouted and then she got a bit nervous; and when she looked at her teacher, the woman saw the worry on her face. "But do you really think I'm good enough?"
"I wouldn't be here with you if I didn't," she said simply and saw a smile spread across Santana's face. "Now class is going to start in a few minutes. Why don't you call that girlfriend of yours and give her the good news," Santana nodded and walked toward the seats. She pulled out her phone. It rang three times before she heard Brittany's voice. She could tell that Brittany was somewhere like a restaurant or bar because it was loud.
"Hello," she said coldly.
"Guess what Britt the best thing happened?" She said excitedly.
"I can't really talk babe, I'll call you later," Brittany said before hanging up on her. Santana stared at her phone dumbfounded. She knew Brittany had just quoted the exact same words she had used back to her and knew she was in trouble.
And suddenly she couldn't wait to get home to make it up to her.
Little did she know that once she got home Brittany wasn't there and Rachel didn't know where she was. She tried to call her three more times as the night went on but all she got was her voicemail.
She poured her heart out in the last voicemail that she sent at one in the morning and then she fell asleep on the couch waiting for Brittany.
When she woke up in the morning she was alone. She checked the room and saw that Brittany was passed out in bed… she heaved a sigh of relief.
She knew they had a lot to talk about but she was never more grateful to see her.
She went back to the couch and lay down again.
It was too fucking early to deal with real life… she would sleep a little longer and deal with it later.
Quinn was pacing her room with her script in her hand. She was super nervous. The play was the following night and she had never been more nervous in her life.
Except for maybe meeting Rachel's dads.
And her first date with Rachel.
But this was the most nervous she had ever been about a performance and she was pretty sure the nerves were coming from the fact that she was not only playing the main protagonist she was also the writer.
And she was pacing as she went over her lines.
She had an irrational fear of forgetting her lines even though she was so good at memorizing and even if she wasn't she wrote the damn thing so she knew she was freaking out over nothing.
But that didn't stop her.
"Hey sexy," she heard Rachel's voice behind her and whipped around to see her incredibly sexy girlfriend leaning against her bedroom's doorframe watching her.
"Rachel," she squealed in excitement. "You're here early," Rachel nodded and she nearly tackled her in a hug and as she pulled away she cupped her cheek.
"Yeah I-"she started but Quinn was pulling her in and she let her eyes flutter close. When their lips pressed together Quinn felt all of her worries fade.
Even if it were only a moment.
"Mm Rachel," she hummed against Rachel's lips. "I have missed you so much," she circled her hand around the back of Rachel's neck while her other hand toyed with the hem of Rachel's shirt.
"I have to Quinn, I always miss you so much but baby," she covered Quinn's hand with her own to stop her from slipping it under her shirt. "You seem upset."
"I'm not upset babe… I'm horny," she nearly growled and it took every ounce of restraint that Rachel had to not let Quinn continue. She pulled further away from her girl and met those eyes… those eyes that always brought her home.
"Yeah me too," Rachel told her and then she cleared her throat. The husky tone of her voice was not doing anything to quell Quinn's desire or her own for that matter. "But I was watching you and you're upset about something… please tell me what it is and then I promise to make love you all night long."
"Promise?" Quinn asked and Rachel could see the desire clouding her thoughts again and she just wanted to jump her and never stop touching her. She cleared her mind of all naughty thoughts and then nodded.
"I promise… now tell me what is going on in that head of yours," and just like that Quinn was pacing again; Rachel bit her lip and watched again. She was really concerned about what was upsetting her but Quinn also looked so fucking sexy when she was like this and Rachel again had to fight her desires.
"It's- It's just that I'm worried about this," she held up the script that she had picked back up; she had dropped it before running over to Rachel. "What if- What if it's not good enough, what if I'm not good enough?"
"Babe," Rachel began as she took her jacket off. "Of course it's good enough… I've read it, twice… and it's fucking incredible Quinn," she saw Quinn's shy smile cross her lips briefly before the scowl was back in place. "And your professor thought it was good enough that he submitted it for a writing award… a prestigious writing award at that." Quinn nodded because she knew Rachel was right but she was still so worried. This was it for her she was throwing herself out there in every way possible.
And it was scary as hell.
"And I know you're scared," Quinn met Rachel's eyes when she said that. They really did know each other so well. "But baby I've seen you perform and Quinn I think you are a brilliant actress; one that could very easily win an Oscar someday," Quinn arched her eyebrow and shot Rachel a look that screamed are you kidding me?
"You think so?"
"Yeah I think so… I mean I always thought I'd win the EGOT all by myself but hey maybe we could do it together. You win the Oscar and I'll win the other three," Quinn laughed at that and Rachel was just happy to see her relaxing.
"And what makes you think you'll win the other three huh?" Quinn teased and stepped closer to her. "Maybe I'll win three and you'll only win one."
"Bite your tongue Quinn Fabray," Quinn laughed and circled her arms around Rachel's waist and pulled her closer.
"Seriously though… do you think it's good enough?" Rachel nodded. "And do you think I'm good enough?"
"Yeah Quinn… I think you are going to shine like never before, and your words are going to resonate with the audience and me like never before, and I am going to love you like never before," she said with a giggle. "And then I'm going to fuck you like never before," and with that Quinn pushed her gently, but Rachel didn't move to far away.
"I love you," Quinn said honestly. "You always know how to calm me down when I'm freaking out."
"You do the same for me baby, you always have," Quinn nodded at that because she knew Rachel was right. "So what do you say we do a little…" Rachel paused and arched her eyebrow and that look turned Quinn on, so much. "Role playing?"
"Role playing?" This time, Quinn's eyebrow was arched in confusion and Rachel became even more wet than she already was.
"Yeah, role playing… I'll play the role of Kevin," she saw Quinn smiling. "And you play your role and I'll help you study your lines," she finished with a lip bite and Quinn knew that this was going to get very naughty very quickly.
"Okay but um-" Quinn was cut off by Rachel's lips crashing into hers in a heated kiss. Quinn deepened the kiss and she heard Rachel moan when she sucked on her tongue.
"Mm… fuck," Rachel hummed against those lips before she grasped her by the nape of her neck and pulled her back in for another kiss. This time Quinn moaned when she felt Rachel's tongue slipping into her mouth and she welcomed it. She felt Rachel's hand slide from her neck, down her shoulder, and over her breast.
"Baby," Quinn said breathlessly as she pulled away from Rachel. "But in the story the characters don't have sex?"
"They do too," Rachel nearly growled.
"Yeah I mean they do but it's not shown… I made sure of that with the hopes that I would get the role of Brooke and not piss off my girlfriend by simulating sex on stage."
"Oh Quinn you know me so well," Quinn nodded at that and then she sucked in a breath when she felt Rachel's hot breath against her mouth. "But I figured for this acting exercise we could do some… method acting."
"Method acting?" Quinn questioned. Though she certainly knew what that was she wasn't sure what Rachel was getting at.
"Yeah… um," Rachel stepped out of her arms. "Give me a minute and I'll show you," with that Rachel disappeared into her bathroom clutching her backpack.
All questions Quinn may have had about method acting were answered a few moments later when Rachel stepped back into her bedroom wearing nothing but their strap on. Quinn's mouth fell open and she soaked through her panties.
"Rach I-"
"Method acting… see I figured that we could rehearse the scene you're most worried about over and over and over again until you get it right. And though there isn't a sex scene in the play; that is where the method acting comes in. So what do you say?"
"You just want me to be thinking about you pounding into me with this," She stepped closer and yanked on the shaft of the silicone dick causing Rachel to gasp. "When I'm up there on stage pretending to be in love with Eric."
"Maybe," Rachel said and moaned again when she felt Quinn pulling on it again. "But it will also help you get over this scene that I know you're most worried about because you will be comfortable with it once I fuck you all over this bedroom."
"Mm," Quinn hummed and pressed her lips against Rachel's in a sweet but heated kiss that left them both longing for more. "You're on Rach."
"Call me Kevin," she said and Quinn arched her eyebrow. She could tell Quinn was a bit uncomfortable about doing that so she reminded her of the purpose of this. "It's role playing babe."
"I know, I know but um…."
"But what? You can tell me anything Quinn."
"I just don't feel comfortable calling you anything but who you are… during," she blushed and Rachel found it adorable. "You know," she whispered and Rachel bit back a laugh.
"Okay well then how about you only call me Kevin when we do the scripted parts and then you can use my name for the method acting parts," Quinn thought about it and then nodded. Rachel beamed and pushed Quinn away from her lightly. "On your mark Quinn," she said and Quinn stepped several feet away from Rachel and smirked.
"You know this is going to be really difficult for me with you standing there in nothing but a strap on," Rachel giggled.
"Yeah I know but imagine how wonderful it'll be for me to watch you on stage tomorrow knowing that when you're performing this scene you're thinking about me dressed like this."
"And I will be."
"I know," Rachel said wickedly.
"You're evil Rachel Berry… pure evil."
"You love me," Rachel teased.
"Like never before," Quinn replied and Rachel melted. They shared a moment… a true and sappy sweetness and then Rachel ruined it.
"Okay let's do this because I am dying to fuck you."
"Oh way to sound like a boy Berry," Quinn teased and Rachel could tell she wasn't really upset.
"Well that is the point of the exercise Fabray."
"Good point," Quinn winked and tossed the script to Rachel. "You may need that more than I do," Rachel nodded because she was right. Although she did know the play backward and forward from reading it as Quinn wrote it and then two more times when it was done she hadn't memorized anything from it and definitely not the lines of the male lead. "Ready?" Rachel nodded and Quinn got into character; as Rachel watched her transform before her eyes she was enthralled, and very, very aroused.
She needed to hurry this up.
It was Rachel as Kevin that spoke first.
"So why did you ask me here?"
"It's beautiful isn't it," Quinn said dreamily as she stared off into an imaginary sunset.
"It sure is," Rachel said and when Quinn's eyes landed on hers she saw that Rachel wasn't looking at the imaginary sunset but at her.
"You weren't even looking at the view."
"I know," Rachel teased as she stepped closer.
"You're so sweet," she said with a pause and with the way Rachel was looking at her she wanted to just jump on her and never stop kissing her; but then she remembered she was acting and Rachel wasn't Rachel she was Kevin, her characters love interest. She smiled fondly. "Look Kevin I-"
"Brooke listen," Rachel cut her off and waved her hands in front of her face; again stepping closer to the girl. "I don't know if you are ready to start anything with me but I just wanted you to know that I would like nothing more than to be all you need."
"Kevin," Quinn cupped Rachel's cheek. "Somewhere along the way," Rachel smirked at Quinn knowing what was coming next and knowing where it came from. "Somewhere in between the fights with J.T. and the drama in our lives, and the term papers, and classes, the filming of my movie, somewhere in between it all I fell in love with you too."
"Wh- you-you did?" Rachel as Kevin question and in that moment Rachel became the character and it didn't matter what she didn't have between or legs or in this case; did have. Rachel was that character and Quinn saw that this girl was every bit an amazing actress as she was a singer.
Not that she didn't already know that.
Maybe it was just seeing Rachel acting out her own work that made her see it even better, and even brighter than before.
And also seeing Rachel perform her own work was one hell of a turn on.
"Yeah I did," Quinn cupped her cheek. "I didn't mean to… I certainly didn't think it would happen but it did, and I don't regret it… I love you Kevin so much and I would really like to see where this goes with us."
"Me too," Rachel said with a stupid grin plastered on her face.
I have one question though."
"What?"
"You think you might ever kiss me?" Quinn husked and Rachel melted. She pulled Quinn tight against herself and pressed their lips together in a sweet kiss that quickly turned heated. Quinn could feel Rachel's strap on pressing into her and she needed it, she needed her… she needed more.
"Baby," Quinn moaned into her mouth; all pretenses of staying in character were out the window and it was just Rachel and Quinn; like it always was.
And always would be.
"Quinn if you kiss Eric like this tomorrow night I won't be held responsible for my actions," Quinn chuckled.
"I won't," she paused to kiss Rachel again. "I also won't do this," She reached down and pulled on the strap on again causing a moan to fall from Rachel's mouth as it rubbed against her clit wonderfully.
"Fuck Quinn." Rachel pulled Quinn's dress up and over her head leaving her in only her bra and panties.
"I need you Rachel," she begged and pushed her other hand up Rachel's naked stomach to cup her naked breast. She rolled the rock hard nipple in between her fingers and crashed their lips together again. Rachel backed them up toward the bed and pushed Quinn gently down on it. Rachel watched as Quinn moved up the bed and started to rub herself over those very obviously wet panties. "Fuck me Rachel," She begged and Rachel growled and kneeled by her legs. As Rachel worked the panties down her legs Quinn was at work nearly ripping her bra off.
Once the girl was naked and spread for her Rachel kneeled between her legs and pressed their bodies together. Quinn could feel the hard shaft sliding between her folds and she also felt Rachel's hard nipples press against her own. The feeling was thrilling.
"Baby," Quinn pleaded and Rachel knew what she wanted; what she needed. She knew because she needed it too… it had been a long two weeks and she wanted nothing more than to finally be inside of her girl. But she also wanted to make sure that Quinn was okay.
"I know Quinn, I know… but I need," she trailed off with a moan when she felt Quinn's blunt nails dragging across her back as she held her tightly against herself.
"What do you need," Quinn teased with that out of this fucking world sexy tone she has and Rachel almost gave in and started fucking her right then and there.
"Are you okay?" Quinn nodded. "I mean… the whole point of that was to make you feel more confident in yourself and I want to make sure it worked."
"It worked."
"And you're not just saying that?" Rachel pressed with a small laugh at how desperate Quinn was for her.
So what if she liked that Quinn was desperate for her.
"No baby I'm not just saying that… it worked. You're brilliant and now if I get nervous about that scene I'll just pretend that he is you and I'll remember this moment and I'll be able to give a passionate performance," Rachel smiled briefly before her grin turned into a scowl.
"You better not pretend he's me for all of it," Quinn laughed and she knew Rachel was about to rant again so she kissed her. She kissed her hard and as her tongue pushed into Rachel's mouth her hand moved between their legs and she grasped Rachel's dick and pulled on it; which in turn caused the girl to gasp into her mouth. "Fuck Quinn."
"Please," Quinn begged and guided the strap on toward her opening. Once she was lined up she moved her hand and moaned when Rachel pushed in slowly. "Aw fuck yeah," she yelled and dug her nails into Rachel's shoulders.
"I love you Quinn," Rachel panted as she started to thrust into her.
"I love you too," Quinn breathed and held on for the ride as Rachel started thrusting harder, faster and deeper until Quinn was screaming her name so loud it bounced off the walls. She felt Quinn coming by the way she tightening around the strap on and that sent Rachel over as well.
"Oh fuck Quinn… I love fucking you," she said in between pants as she continued to thrust causing Quinn to fall into another orgasm and they came together.
Sweaty and panting both girls came down from their highs before Rachel pulled out and flopped to the bed beside Quinn.
"I like role playing," she said through a heavy breath and heard Quinn giggling.
"Yeah me too," she said before rolling in between Rachel's legs and pulling the strap on off of her.
"What are you doing?" Rachel wondered looking down her body at Quinn who was staring at her core and licking her lips.
"Oh I am just really in the mood for a snack," Quinn told her.
"Oh really I… oh fuck," Rachel's hips lifted off the bed as she felt Quinn's tongue lapping at her wetness. She groaned when she felt Quinn's hand pushing her hips down and holding her in place as her tongue brought her to not one but three more orgasms before they both passed out in a heap of sweaty; and tangled limbs.
When Rachel woke up several hours later she smiled at the girl that was wrapped around her. She slowly disentangled herself from Quinn and was happy that she managed to do it without waking Quinn up. She picked up the extra blanket from the edge of Quinn's bed and wrapped it around herself. She opened up the sliding door and walked out onto Quinn's balcony. It was a very warm spring night in New Haven; and it was late.
She didn't know how late but the sky was lit up with stars and it was incredible. She stood staring at the stars for a while. She felt butterflies spread throughout her body when she felt Quinn's arms circle around her and then she gasped when she felt Quinn's body press into her.
"Quinn," she said with a husky tone.
"I missed you," Quinn husked right back.
"Clearly… and um baby, are you wearing the strap on or is there something you need to explain," Quinn giggled and pulled the blanket Rachel was wrapped in away and pressed her strap on fully against Rachel's naked ass eliciting a moan from her.
"I couldn't help it… I saw you out here and I had the sudden urge to make a few of my fantasies come true out here."
"Hmm, what fantasies are these, and why is this the first I'm hearing of them?"
"It's not the first… remember baby all those nights we'd sit on the phone touching ourselves wishing we were touching each other," she accentuated her words with a kiss behind Rachel's ear.
"Mm hmm."
"And remember that time you asked what I was thinking about and I said I was picturing fucking you from behind with the strap on as you were bent over, hanging onto the railing, of my balcony."
"Mm… I think you'll have to refresh my memory," Rachel teased and turned her head to kiss Quinn's lips; which had been slowly torturing her with chaste kisses and nips along her neck. She pushed her tongue into Quinn's mouth and moaned loudly when she sucked on it. Quinn's hand slipped down her legs to feel how wet she was for her.
"You're so wet Rachel."
"Mm… I know. I think it's because I'm about to be fucked against this railing," she growled and something snapped inside of Quinn. She grasped Rachel's hips and Rachel got the hint; bending over slightly. Quinn lined the strap on up with Rachel and pushed in slowly. "Mm… oh fuck yeah Quinn," she yelled.
"Shh, baby you'll wake the neighbors."
"Fuck the neighbors Quinn," she said but did manage to turn her volume down a bit; Quinn chuckled.
"Uh no thanks I'd rather fuck you."
"Mm… good answer," she said and then gasped when Quinn snapped her hips pushing the strap on deep inside of her and hit her g-spot. "Oh, oh, oh," Rachel chanted as Quinn started thrusting hitting the spot over and over again. Quinn leaned heavy on her back and Rachel nearly came when she felt Quinn's hard nipples pressing into her back but she held off. Quinn reached around and cupped her breasts causing another raunchy moan to fall from her lips.
"Oh god Rachel… you're so hot," Quinn said in between pants as she continued to pound into her girl while playing with her rock hard nipples.
"Oh fuck… uh, uh, uh… Oh Quinn please I need… I need," Rachel begged but couldn't quite find the words.
"What do you need?" She took one hand off of the railing and moved Quinn's right hand from her breast and down to her clit. Quinn got the idea and started to rub in circles.
"Yes… yes that… more of that," Rachel panted.
"Oh you want me to play with your clit Rachel?" Quinn teased and Rachel nodded wildly.
"Fuck yes… and words Quinn… more words."
"Oh you want to get off on my words."
"Hmmm," Rachel groaned before biting down on her lip.
"You are so sexy baby," Quinn pounded. "Your neck muscles are straining," Quinn sucked her neck. "You're so wet… and I'm so deep," Quinn circled her fingers. "And I am so in love with every inch of you Rachel," and with that Rachel came hard. Quinn held her tighter as she continued her ministrations leaving Rachel a shaking mess of limbs.
And so, so satisfied.
She shudder again when she felt the strap slide out of her; and Quinn held her tight because she knew her limbs were like jelly. Rachel turned in those strong arms and looked up at her through tired eyes.
"Wow Quinn that was…"
"Yeah it was," Quinn agreed.
"But you didn't…" Quinn shook her head no not needing Rachel to even finish the question. Rachel nodded as well. "Um… okay, give me a minute to regain feeling in my… well my whole body," Quinn giggled. "And then I will give you all you need."
"You already do," Quinn pressed a sweet kiss to those lips and Rachel melted. When Quinn pulled away Rachel smiled at her signature dopey expression.
"Even still… I'm going to lick you into oblivion Fabray," Rachel promised and Quinn gushed.
"Mm, can't wait," Quinn said and ducked her head to claim those lips one more time.
Brittany was a bit hung over the next morning as she and Santana quietly got ready to go to the train station to go see Quinn's play but they still hadn't talked very much.
Or at all.
The train ride was just as quiet. Brittany was listening to her iPod and Santana was working on her song for her music composition class.
It wasn't until they got to the train station in New Haven that Santana couldn't take the silence anymore.
"What the fuck did I do to you Britt?"
"You don't know?" Brittany wheeled around to face her and saw for the first time that Santana was devastated by what was happening between them. "Santana," she said a lot quieter when she saw tears falling down her cheeks. She tugged her hand and pulled her away from the loud lobby and into the much quieter bathroom.
"I'm sorry Britt… I'm so sorry I didn't mean to do whatever I did and please just talk to me," Brittany pressed her lips to Santana's in a sweet kiss that didn't fix everything but certainly helped.
"I'm sorry too; maybe I blew it out of proportion."
"Blew what out of proportion?" Santana wondered and flailed her hands before letting them fall to her sides.
"You blew me off," Brittany said and Santana furrowed her brow. "I called because I had gotten really good news and you didn't have time for me so I found people who did," Santana's confused look was instantly replaced by a knowing one. "I'm sorry too Santana, I should've stayed home and talked to you instead of going out last night to celebrate but-"
"Celebrate what? What was your good news?"
"I got it babe… I got the job," Santana's mouth dropped open and Brittany could see the pride shining in her eyes; then she hated herself for getting so angry at her. "I'm the new head of choreography at the dance company."
"Oh my god!" Santana screamed and nearly tackled her in a hug and then she kissed her and as the kiss became heated Santana pulled back; she knew they needed to finish this conversation first. "I'm so sorry… so, so, so sorry but when you called; I was in a meeting of sorts with my music composition professor and-"
"And what? You're not in trouble at all are you?"
"No why would you think that?" Santana wondered and saw Brittany shrug. She knew Brittany felt bad for assuming but Santana couldn't blame her; her mouth often got her into trouble. "No I…" she stepped closer and pulled Brittany's hands into her own. "She sort of auditioned me without my knowledge and then offered me a chance to sing the National anthem at an upcoming event at NYU."
"Are you kidding me?" Brittany squealed excitedly and Santana shook her head. "Oh my god Santana I'm so proud of you," she kissed her deeply. When she pulled out of the kiss she frowned and Santana cupped her cheek.
"What's wrong now?"
"Now I just feel like an even bigger jerk. I was so angry with you and instead of taking your call and listening to what you had to say I ruined your good news and my own."
"You didn't have fun celebrating last night?"
"No," she answered and Santana hid the smug smile; she didn't want to start another fight. "No… I did a bunch of shots and cried in the corner for most of the night."
"Aw, babe you should've just come home to me."
"I know and I'm sorry Santana… I'm so-" she stopped when she felt Santana's finger covering her lips.
"Shh, it's fine… we both acted like idiots instead of just talking and listening to each other so what do you say that we let the stupid fight go and promise to always talk our problems out from now on," Brittany nodded. "Like real grownups."
"Yeah like Quinn and Rachel."
"Yeah," Santana let out a small chuckle at that thought. "And how about we finally congratulate each other properly." She started to push Brittany into the big stall and Brittany went willingly.
"But what about Quinn's show?"
We have time… I'll be quick."
"Yeah you will," Brittany promised wrapping her arms around Santana's neck. "I'm so fucking hot for you babe."
"Mm me too," Santana said before crashing their lips together and pressing Brittany against the wall. "I love you, I love you, I love you," she chanted into Brittany's neck.
"Like never before," Brittany said and they shared a smile remembering the song that Santana serenaded her with back in junior year… back before they figured it out.
"Like never before," Santana repeated before dropping to her knees and having her way with Brittany.
And they were quick.
They made it to Quinn's show with time to spare.
Several hours after Quinn's show the four girls were seated around a table at a bar laughing hysterically; they were obviously drunk. Rachel looked over at Quinn with a lazy smile on her face.
"Have I told you that you were brilliant?" She asked dreamily and Quinn nodded.
"Yeah like a fucking thousand times Berry shut the hell up!" Santana yelled.
"Fuck you Satan," Rachel retorted but didn't take her eyes off Quinn.
"Fuck you midget," Santana said but was getting ignored. "Come on babe, let's go get some more shots," she got to her feet and pulled Brittany with her.
"Thank Barbra she's finally gone," Rachel teased and put her hand on Quinn's cheek briefly before cupping the back of her neck. "I'm serious though Quinn… you, the play, all of it… it was brilliant, amazing, beautiful, and so magically charming."
"You're magically charming Rachel," and Rachel blushed. "But thank you," she leaned over and kissed Quinn sweetly. Quinn wanted to deepen it groaned when Rachel backed away.
"Do you know what I was thinking while I was watching your words come to life?"
"That you wanted to beat up Eric?"
"No… well except for that one part," Quinn giggled
"That you wanted to rip my clothes off and have your way with me?"
"No, well no more than usual," Quinn giggled and Rachel continued. "No, I was thinking that one day I would love to see that story… your play made into a movie with me starring alongside you in it." Quinn smiled warmly.
"You as Kevin?" Quinn said with a smirk remembering the night before, Rachel blushed darkly.
"No me as anyone of the female characters… maybe Sydney."
"Uh uh, no way babe… there is no way you're playing a lesbian character in my movie; unless I'm playing the other lesbian."
"That could be arranged, I mean like you said it is your movie," Rachel bit her lip and pulled Quinn closer wrapping both arms around her neck. She could tell that the thoughts were already spinning in Quinn's head and she loved that about the girl.
"I like the way you think babe," Quinn said before Rachel crashed their lips together.
"Oh fucking knock it off you two," Santana's voice broke them apart. "We're here to celebrate all of us," Santana put a shot in front of each girl. "Now let's toast to us all being awesome." Brittany smiled and held up her glass.
"To Quinn's play being a smash hit," Quinn blushed and Rachel held up her glass.
"To Brittany getting an amazing promotion and making a shit ton of money," Brittany giggled and Quinn picked up her glass.
"To Santana getting a chance to sing the National Anthem at a nationally televised sporting event," Santana blushed and picked up her glass. They all looked at Rachel who hadn't gotten any good news recently and saw her blushing.
"To Rachel fucking Berry… Broadway's next big thing," Santana said and Rachel laughed.
"Well not yet," Rachel told them and Santana waved her off.
"It's just a matter of time baby," Quinn whispered in her ear before they all took their shots.
"Come on let's show these Ivy League assholes what real dancing is babe," Santana pulled Brittany to her feet and then looked at her friends. "Let's fucking go you two," Quinn looked at Rachel and they joined Santana and Brittany on the dance floor and it was nice to be celebrating… just the four of them; like old times.
Quinn pulled Rachel close and whispered in her ear.
"When we get home we're role playing as the lesbian couple in my play," she said and Rachel growled at that thought. She remembered that they had a pretty steamy love scene and remembered how thankful she was when she read that scene and knew Quinn was auditioning for the role of Brooke instead of one of them.
"Can't wait," she said as they grinded together.
And it was true. She couldn't wait for every single day of the future with Quinn.
A/N 2: The title of the chapter comes from the song Songbird by Fleetwood Mac/Glee Cast.