Whitney doesn't look like a stripper to you. Of course she's wearing clothes now. But her long auburn hair falls around her shoulders in gentle curls and she's dressed in black tights, a long green shirt with a tan jacket.
"Rachel!" she smiles brightly and hugs your girlfriend.
Rachel pulls away with a similar grin. Puck hugs her before Rachel introduces everyone. "Whitney these are my friends Mike, Finn, Sam, Mercedes," she pauses, " You know Noah."
"And you must be Lauren," Whitney smiles at the girl at Puck's side. She extends her hand to shake Lauren who looks her over before taking it. "Noah talked about you constantly yesterday." With that Lauren grins and gives Whitney and Puck an approving nod.
Rachel walks up next to you and wraps her arms around your middle, "And this is my Quinn."
"Awww," Whitney coos and shakes your hand, "You look just like the fifty pictures Rachel showed me of you."
You blush and glance down at your girlfriend. She just grins innocently back up at you.
"So," Rachel once again gathers everyone's attention, "Are we going to a club or a bar or what?"
"Why don't we get some drinks and then walk around for a while?" Sam shrugs.
Whitney looks to Rachel who nods, "Any suggestions?"
The stripper smiles, "I know just the place."
You're standing at the railing of the Voodoo Lounge overlooking the strip. This rooftop bar is better than any place you could have come up with. Mike is standing next to you and you're both just looking at the lights.
"Where's your girlfriend?" you ask. It's something you've been wondering since the wedding when he showed up alone.
He shrugs, "Don't have one."
You turn toward him and ask with a smile, "Abulous Mike Chang doesn't have a girlfriend?"
He chuckles, "Not right now." He runs his hand over his hair, "It's not a big deal." He tips back his glass and finishes off his drink.
"If it makes you feel any better, if I was still completely in denial about my feelings for Rachel, I'd go out with you," you offer.
He loops his arm around you and squeezes your shoulders, "You know if I wasn't so scared of you in high school, I would have asked you out."
You laugh, "I guess I was pretty cool when I wasn't crying or yelling at people." You rest your head on his shoulder. His body is hard against yours. After a minute of just watching the lights against the black desert sky you add, "Why don't you go for it with Whitney? She's pretty and smart."
He nods, "I would, but there's this girl I've been checking out."
"Hmm?" you pull away and look at him, "Who?"
"Well I went to high school with her," he puts his hand out at about his shoulder level, "She's about this tall with brown hair and is super bossy."
"I will throw you off this roof if you are talking about Rachel," you state with a fake threat. You know he's just messing with you.
"Nah, I'm just messing with you," he shakes his empty glass like something will appear in it if he does. "I'm really happy for you two though."
"Thanks," you contently sigh.
He excuses himself to get another drink leaving you with your thoughts. You look down at your empty glass. Vodka always makes you think more than you'd generally like, but now the thinking isn't so bad. Life is good. Who are you kidding? Life is great. You have Rachel. You have a career that you don't hate. You live in the best city in the world in your dream apartment with a view of Central Park.
"Hey gorgeous."
The words against your ear mingle with the cool air around you. You close your eyes as the familiar arms hold your waist. Her chin rests on your shoulder and she looks out over the city with you. "What are you thinking about over here by yourself?"
You shrug. If you actually tell her the mood of the night would shift. You want to keep it fun for now. Later when you're in bed with her and you two are alone, you can tell her that she's the best thing that ever happened to you. That you're amazed and so, so thankful that she saw you across the street after you saw her show for the first time. "Nothing," is what you say instead, "Just taking in the sights."
She kisses your cheek, "Are you tired? You look tired."
You shake your head even though you'd fall asleep in seconds if you laid down right now.
"Liar," she chuckles and hugs you tighter, "It gets cold out her in the desert huh?"
"Yeah," you sigh against her, "Who needs an ice bar?"
She lets go of your waist and leans against the railing next to you. You know that it's sturdy and concrete, but her leaning on it makes you nervous. You slip your hand behind her, making sure that if something does happen, you have her. She seems to know what you just did and pushes off of the railing, her mouth colliding with yours.
"Are you sure you don't want to go back to the room?" her arms slip under your jacket and wrap around your waist. You can feel her fingertips dancing up and down your back, trying to entice you into going back to the Bellagio to engage in some X-rated acts.
You glance over her shoulder at Sam and Mercedes who were dancing on the empty dance floor to some kind of faint techno something. Puck and Lauren were leaning close together, their eyes on a group of people. They were snickering together, but still cuddled really close. When you see Finn you smirk and shake your head. Perhaps you need to remind him about not doing his dinosaur impressions in public. Mike is laughing with Whitney as Finn continues so you guess that makes it okay.
Before you can answer Rachel, your phone vibrates in your pocket. Rachel looks at you questioning as you look at the screen. You shoot her a grin before opening the picture message, "It's my codependent."
She laughs and looks at the screen with you, her cheek pressed against your own. She gasps when she sees the picture, "Oh Quinn, it's gorgeous." It was a picture of the beach with the sun rising from the water. You're sure Santana took this picture because Brittany is standing ankle deep in the water, watching the sunrise, oblivious to the camera. "She looks beautiful."
You agree and write back that you both think she's beautiful and you wish you could see it for yourself. Then you pocket your phone and look at Rachel. She's got that adoring smile on your face that makes you instantly weak in the knees.
When her lips connect with yours, you slip your arms around her neck for support because she catches you off guard. Her hands are at your waist, holding you up until you get your legs back under you. She smiles as she tilts her head away, "You okay?"
"Yeah," you breathe but say nothing else, not wanting to sound like a huge sap.
"Quinn!" you hear a female voice call.
You look around and finally see a brunette smiling at you. You blink once before you remember who it is. You let out a smile and take Rachel's hand, leading her over to the bar where she's standing. "Hey Paige."
"Hey," she smiles at you then turns to Rachel, "I'm Paige."
Rachel looks between you two before adding, "Rachel. Nice to meet you." Then she turns to you.
"I met her at the um-"
"Strip club," Paige answer with a bright smile at Rachel, "Her friend over there," she motions toward Puck, "bought her a lap dance." Paige touches Rachel's upper arm with a laugh, "Don't worry she kept her hands to herself."
Rachel slowly allows a smile before starting to joke around with Paige. After a minutes your new stripper friend catches your eyes, "Oh remember those black Manolos I told you about?" She points down at her feet. Sure enough there were the black heels that went up to her knees that she told you about while you two talked about clothes and shoes and lingerie.
"Those are adorable," Rachel coos, "Where did you get them?"
"There's a Manolo store inside of the Wynn," she explains, "If you tell the manager Lisa that I sent you, she'll knock off ten percent."
And they're off. Rachel and Paige go off about shoes and price and make and pain associated with a great looking pair. You zone out for a while before leaning behind Rachel on the bar and ordering a drink. The bartender gives you a sympathetic smile as Rachel and Paige chat away next to you. You chuckle and nod.
A tap one your shoulder pulls you away from downing your drink without taking a breath. You turn to find Sam with his hand extended. When he speaks with his Matthew McConaughey voice you want to roll your eyes, "May I have this dance?"
You look over to see Mercedes watching you both. She gives you a smile and a nod so you shrug, "Why not?"
After a minute of playful bouncing around, he finally says, "So me and Mercedes were talking and…can we ask you a favor?"
You quirk an eyebrow, "Maybe."
"We want to move to New York when Mercedes finishes dental school in a few months and we help finding an apartment," he says a little nervously, "I know you're out of that business or whatever. We just need like a point in the right direction."
When you hug him, he tenses a little at first, but then hugs back. "I will help you find an awesome apartment wherever you guys want."
"Thanks Quinn," he smiles.
You motion Mercedes onto the dance floor and you all three start to get down. Of course your get down is subdued because who knows where the paparazzi are. Mercedes and Sam don't seem to have a problem going all out though.
When two hands firmly grip your hips and you feel Rachel once again pressed against your back, your breath catches. She's trying really hard to get you to go back to the hotel with her. Her body moves along with yours like it know what you're going to do before you do it. Her breath on your neck is driving you wild. You push your hair out of the way so that her mouth has full access to whatever part of your neck she wants.
However she just smiles and ghosts her lips over the curve of your neck before pulling back. She lets out a coy smile and lets one of her hands slip down a little low on the small of your back. "Paige and I are going to go play blackjack for a little while. Wanna come?"
You nod. After what just happened, you're probably going to follow her around like a lovesick puppy for the rest of the night. You just need to remember to check for drool occasionally.
"No way, so you two are on Broadway?" Paige asks, "That is so awesome. And cute that you're doing it together."
Rachel briefly smile at you as you add, "I'm not on Broadway."
"Not yet," Rachel clarifies, "She got the lead in her first audition for an off-Broadway production. I give it a few months before we're fighting each other for Tony Awards." Rachel winks at you before she looks at the cards she was just dealt and waves her hand over them.
You can't stop your eyes from tailing all over her hair and across every contour of her face. She's the most beautiful person you've ever seen. It must be all the alcohol you've consumed that is allowing you to so blatantly check out your own girlfriend. The dealer clearing his throat steals your attention. You quickly turn toward him and look at your cards, subtly checking for drool.
Rachel giggles next to you and when you look up, Paige and Whitney look at you like you're a cute puppy who keeps tripping over her own ears. You duck your head and pretend to focus on the cards, trying to hide the blush crawling up your cheek.
A few rounds later, Whitney and Paige announce their departure. They've been working all night and are ready to turn in. You hug them both as does Rachel before they leave.
"So what now?" Rachel looks up at you. She has a seductive glint in her eye and you know exactly what she wants to do. Luckily it's exactly what you want to do as well.
She attacks you in the elevator. No attack is not a strong word. You're pretty sure you're lucky that your back hitting the wall of the elevator didn't dent it.
When the doors open and there's a couple of guys standing there waiting for you to exit, they all smirk to each other as you blush profusely and slip past them. Rachel on the other hand waves at them as she follows you.
She hands you the key card, but won't stop kissing and nipping at your neck as you try to insert it into the slot. When her hands get adventurous, creeping up your shirt, you drop the card altogether. You forehead falls to the door in front of your as Rachel's hand ignores the barrier of your bra, slipping her hands under it and cups your breasts. "Rachel," you manage to pant out, "I can't…"
Before you can finish she spins you around kisses you hard. Her tongue snakes into your mouth and pulls yours out to play. Your hands hide themselves in her hair, pulling her harder against you. Although slightly inebriated and turned on beyond belief, there's still something in your mind that tells you you're in the middle of a hallway that the whole world has access to.
When you try to pull away, she pushes harder against you, reclaiming your lips. That's when you feel her dip down and grab your right leg behind your knee, hoisting it up around her waist. She rolls her hips into you and you moan into her mouth because she hits the perfect place instantly. You know you're the first and only woman she's ever had sex with but her aptitude at it makes it seem like she's pleasured women across the world.
"Rach," you try to control your breathing long enough to get out a coherent sentence. You can feel what she's doing. And you're still in the hallway.
She growls in frustration, "For the days for you to finally decide to wear pants." Finally you hear a ripping noise and hear the button of your pants hit the wall across the hallway.
Your mouth drops open and you wonder what has gotten into your girlfriend. Then all thoughts cease when her hand dives into your pants, completely bypassing your panties and plunges two fingers straight into you.
She uses her hips to thrust her fingers farther into you. Your head hits the door hard and for a fleeting moment you're scared the noise will cause someone to come out of their room. But that's a split second before Rachel's lips land on your neck and start claiming it as their own. She legs go of your leg which remains rigidly curled around her waist and uses to now freehand to head back under your bra.
You can feel yourself getting close with every thrust and all you can do is wrap your hands in her hair and wait for it. You don't have to wait long before in mere seconds you feel yourself clench down on her fingers, a white-hot pleasure radiating over your body. You bite your lip to keep yourself from making any noise.
She kisses your lips tenderly and smiles when your eyes finally flutter open. Your breathing is still heavy, but you can talk now. "Bed?" Okay you can't talk much.
She eagerly nods and easily opens the door with they forgotten key card. You have to hold your pants up as you walk inside before someone ripped the zipper and pulled the button off.
Rachel wastes no time once the door clicks shut. She takes off her shirt and skirt before sitting on the end of the bed and pulling you to her. She pushes your shirt up stating, "Off." You understand and take off your jacket and then your shirt. You take off your bra as well because it's all crooked from Rachel pushing it up earlier anyway. She yanks your pants down and only toys with the hem of your panties for a moment before they joins your pants on the floor.
How she makes you lose all kinds of time you'll never know but you have no idea how long you've been laying on the stripped bed writhing underneath her. You know that it's been a while because you can still taste her all over your mouth. You remember her stifled cry as pleasure took over her body. Of course time doesn't matter with Rachel because no matter how long, it'll never be enough.
Right now her tongue is doing something spectacular between your legs. Your heels dig into the mattress trying to….something. You don't even know what your body is doing anymore.
Once of your hands finds its way into Rachel's hair against, trying to softly guide her in all the places you need her. Not that she needs much help.
Suddenly a light fills the room and you squint against it. Your eyes don't adjust quickly and for a moment you're sure that Rachel has just fucked you blind. However a loud "Whoa!" jerks you out of it. You can feel Rachel has stopped what she's doing.
When your eyes finally adjust you see Puck and Lauren standing in the open doorway wide eyed.
"Uh, guys?" Rachel says, obviously irritated, "We're busy."
Lauren grabs the door handle and pulls the door closed on an awestruck Puck's face.
You start to sit up, finally realizing that Lauren and Puck just walked in on your and Rachel, both completely naked with Rachel's head between your legs. Of course Rachel doesn't stop to think about it, going straight back to what she was doing.
You fall back onto the bed, helpless to fight her amazing mouth.
A few minutes later as you're both laying in the afterglow, snuggled under a blanket, you finally ask, "Can I be mortified that Puck and Lauren walked in on us now?"
Rachel giggles and nods, "Of course and I'll be mortified right there with you."
When you check your phone you find an apology from Puck. There are no lewd remarks or offers for a threesome which solidifies with you that he really is growing up.
The plane ride home is awkward for a little while. Puck and Lauren are sitting behind you and Rachel again.
"C'mon it's not like you've never seen Quinn naked before," you can hear Lauren whisper to Puck.
"I dislike that he got to see you naked before me," Rachel whispers to you.
You laugh and see the smile on her face. She's trying to make it less awkward. Although you're not really sure that you can ever look Puck or Lauren in the eyes again.
You drop everyone off at your stop in O'Hare before boarding another plane. Your goodbyes to your friends were tearful, but Sam promised that there would be another glee kid event soon. He added a wink making you think that you were going to have to go to another wedding sometime soon.
Another few hours later, you step into your apartment. You love traveling, but you love being home as well. You have a little friend waiting for you both on your couch.
"Hey Binxy," Rachel says, scratching the cat's head, "Are you missing your mommies?" Then she mutters to herself that he's probably not used to all the quiet before making her way up the stairs to the bedroom.
You check the cat's food because if the cat doesn't eat at least twice a day you're paranoid that Brittany will know and she'll get mad at you. It seems Jenny has been diligently feeding the cat just like you asked her to.
You leave the cat and walk up the stair to find Rachel stripping to get into the shower. You walk up behind her and hug her from behind, dropping a kiss on her shoulder just to the inside of her bra strap. She tilts her head in the silent direction to kiss her neck like you know she loves. You start to obey when you feel a furry mass rubbing against your ankles. When you look down and stop kissing her, Rachel moans.
Rachel rolls her eyes when you bend down to pick up the cat and rub his tummy. "That cat is going to cause problems."
You smile and remember Santana's statement that the cat was a huge cockblock. Rachel storms into the bathroom and you drop the cat onto your bed. When you sit down next to it, he's immediately rubbing against you. You rub his head and tell him, "You're almost as bad as Rachel."
"I heard that," she calls from the bathroom before she starts the shower.
You check your phone and find a message from Jenny. You read it again and sigh. You just got home….
Deciding that soon was better than later when informing Rachel so you walk into the bathroom and find her washing her hair under the steamy mist. "Rach?"
"Yeah?" she asks, continuing her shower routine.
"I'm going to be in Vancouver for the three days before Hanukah," you tell her, leaning against the sink.
She turns around to look at you, "For what?"
"We're putting on a few performances at a festival," you answer biting the inside of your cheek to try to keep concentrating on her face and not the naked beauty of her body.
She grins at you, "That's wonderful Quinn. I wish I could be there."
"I'm sure it won't be very good," you offer with a shrug secretly wishing that she would be there too. "It's our first full length show."
"I'm sure you'll be phenomenal," she leans back into the falling water of the rainfall showerhead she insisted on after you moved in. "You can just fly into Lima from Vancouver the day after your shows end and Ethan and I will fly from New York the next day."
You nod, your eyes finally getting the better of you as you watch the water form a stream down her collarbone and in between her breasts before disappearing behind the foggy glass. Finally you shake your head and kick off of the sink, "I'm going to go see what we have for dinner."
"Or you could come in here and do what you've been thinking about for the past five minutes," she answers, turning around in the water, looking into the water as it hit her face.
Have you really been staring for five minutes? You suppose it doesn't really matter as you start to get rid of your clothes.