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Chapter 3

3 months earlier…

I was still in a daze the next day I came to school. It still felt like it was all a dream when Quinn Fabray appeared beside my locker and talked to me. Not only that, I got the chance to be wrapped in those strong arms. It was heaven. I couldn't sleep last night because of the excitement and thrill was still bursting through my body. Every cell in my body was going into overdrive. But despite the lack of sleep, I still entered the walls of McKinley with an extra bounce on my feet and a bright smile.

However, that smile soon faded as I felt the familiar sting and coldness against my face. Slushie. Great. Just as I was starting to believe that today would be a good day for me. Was that so hard to ask for?

"Hey! What the fuck?!"

And then the hall went silent.

I wiped the sticky fluid from my eyes, curious as to what the commotion—or the lack of—was about. Usually, the student body should have been laughing their ass off by now. I opened my eyes and damn—shock would be an understatement.

There, amidst the crowd, with all her fierceness and sexiness, was Quinn Fabray. She was holding an empty cup of slushie. And the thought that it was her who slushied me broke my heart—but then I noticed that it was blue. I licked my lips and it tasted like cherry. Unless there was a blue cherry that I didn't know existed, it couldn't have been Quinn.

Just then I noticed that she was seething and I followed her gaze. Oohh. Another shocker. David Karofsky covered in blue slushie. I was doing a victory dance in my head. I would have laughed though if I wasn't too curious at the scene in front of me. Quinn was holding an empty cup of blue slushie, Santana and Brittany were beside her, the former smirking while the latter was just staring. Quinn…blue slushie…

Oh. Oh.

Quinn Fabray just slushied Karofsky. I was right. This day would be a good one for me.

"Listen, all of you! From this day forward, Rachel Berry is off limits! I repeat, off limits. If anyone of you dared to even touch a single strand of her hair, I will personally make sure to make the rest of your high school life miserable. Take Karofsky here as an example and burn that in your memory."

Since then, no one had dared to even go near me except for my friends. For once, there was peace in my high school life.

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2 months and 2 weeks earlier…

It's been two weeks since Quinn approached me that day on my locker. Since then, Quinn would throw me sweet smiles as she sauntered across the hall, flanked by her Cheerios. Sometimes I would find her leaning on my locker, waiting for me. There are times that she would ask me to spend lunch with her. As much as I wanted to do just that, I told her I wasn't comfortable being near the other cheerleaders. She only nodded, smiled and asked if I'd like to spend lunch somewhere else then—where I would be comfortable.

"Well, I usually spend lunch in the auditorium every Friday."

"Really? Why there?"

I shrugged, "It's some sort of an escape from reality. It helps me relax after a long stressful week," I explained to her. I wanted to tell her that I go there to play the piano and practice singing because it was what helped me relax, but I thought I might just surprise her one of these days with my amazing talent.

"Oh. Okay. I'll see you there on Friday then. It's a lunch date," she said to me, that sexy smirk that made me feel all gooey planted on her plump lips. I could only manage a nod as I watched her walk away. I swore her hips were swaying a little more than she usually did.

Since then, lunch every Friday was spent in the auditorium. Sometimes we would just lie on the stage floor and stare at the ceiling, basking the silence that engulfed us. Those were one of the rare times that I felt like nobody else existed except for Rachel Berry and Quinn Fabray.

And I would forever cherish those moments.

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2 months earlier…

"Hey Rach," I felt Quinn nudged my shoulder. We shared the same study period and were now sitting in the library. I could sense her boredom as she twirled her notebook around the table. Quinn was a very smart girl. She didn't need to bury her head in books to get high grades.

"Yes?" I replied coolly as I busily scribbled notes in my paper. Although I feel all fuzzy every time she's near me, I couldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing it. It's been a month and yet, my heart still fluttered every time she would call me that. It's a reminder that I was now friends with one Quinn Fabray. Sometimes, I believed that she knew my real feelings for her. She would sometimes be extra touchy and give me this intense look that would send my hormones crazy.

"Do you want to hang out in my house today?"

I suddenly stopped whatever I was writing and stared at her in surprise. Did she just invite me to her house? I've heard stories about the Fabray mansion. Not much people had gone there as it was a very restricted area. Even Finn had never been there before. From what I heard, only Santana and Brittany had ever set foot in Quinn's house.

And for her to invite me was...wow.

"What?" she asked, doing her infamous eyebrow arching.

I realized that I was still staring at her dumbfounded, my mouth slightly open. And then I beamed at her and without thinking, I threw myself on her and wrapped my arms around her neck. When I realized what I was doing, I froze and was about to untangle myself from her and beg for her forgiveness—kneel in front of her if necessary—when I felt her arms snaked around my waist, landing on the small of my back. And I could have sworn she tightened her grip around me.

Since then, hugs became a regular thing when we're alone. And it wasn't the last time that I was able to set foot on the Fabray mansion.

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1 month and 3 weeks earlier…

I was walking down the hall when I heard sobbing from an empty classroom. Being my curious self, I walked towards the said classroom. Through the glass on the center of the door, I peered inside and was surprised when I saw Brittany—three football jocks crowding around her, forming a semi-circle. I recognized the two as Karofsky and Azimio. I didn't know the third one though. He must be a freshman.

Brittany was sitting on a table, her hands covering her face and I realized that the sobs that I heard were from her.

I've always trusted my instinct. I knew nothing good would come up if I played hero. But I didn't think I would forgive myself if I just let poor Brittany in the hands of those morons. Since Quinn and I became friends, Brittany was nothing but sweet and kind to me. And I always found her really adorable with her randomness and crazies and how she looked so innocent and yet, not really.

So, without thinking, I opened the door with a bang, immediately catching their attention. My heart broke when I noticed how distraught Brittany looked. Her eyes were all puffy and red, as well as her nose. She looked really upset, Santana would flip. Everybody in school knew how protective Santana was of Brittany. Were these three stupid or what?

"What do you want freak?"

"Leave Brittany alone you brainless stupid moron!"

Ten minutes later, I came out of the room with Brittany in tow, my hand on her wrist as I dragged her away from those good for nothing bastards. I couldn't believe Karofksy bitchslapped me. It stung and my cheek still burned from the pain.

"Rachel, we should have that iced. Come on."

Brittany led us to the clinic. The nurse handed me an ice pack and I hissed as the cold plastic made contact on my swollen cheek. Brittany took my hand and made me sat on the bed. She excused herself and went outside of the clinic with a promise that she would come back. A few minutes later, she came back smiling and I found myself smiling back. She sat beside me and engulfed me in a hug.

"Thank you," she whispered to my ear, "Don't worry. Santana and Quinn will make sure those jerks get what they deserve."

I wasn't really sure what she meant but found myself nodding. My heart did its usual flip flops at the mention of Quinn and the idea that she would extract revenge for me. I wondered how she would react when she saw me like this.

Just then, a blur of red and white barged through the door, making me jump as well as the nurse in charge. Brittany, however, stayed calm as if she was expecting for it.

"Britt! What the fuck happened? Are you okay? I swear to God if..."

Whatever Santana was saying, I couldn't seem to hear it as I locked eyes with hazel ones. My heart pounded in my chest when I noticed the intensity of that look. I watched her closely as she sat beside me, our eyes never leaving each other. She took a hold of my wrist that was holding the ice pack, and slowly, she guided it down to my lap, revealing the damaged caused by Karofsky's hand.

I watched as the emotions in her eyes transformed from surprise to concern to rage then finally, the familiar coldness that I've seen so many times.

"Who did that to you?" she asked calmly, though I could see her jaw hardening. I knew she was trying hard not to lose her control.

Her voice brought chills to my spine and I actually felt sorry for Karofsky. But then again, the fact that Quinn Fabray was pissed off because someone had laid a hand on me was such a turn on. I know this wasn't the appropriate time for that, but fuck. My hands were itching to grab the back of her neck and kiss the hell out of her.

The next day, while I was walking towards my locker, I noticed something interesting. Karofsky had a bruise on his cheek and a split lip. Azimio wasn't doing any better too. And as I watched them walk away, I took notice of how they were limping as if it hurt to take a step. I wondered about the other freshman jock, but I guessed he suffered the same faith.

A wide smile spread through my face, an extra skip on my steps as I giddily bounce on my way to my locker. Just as I thought my day couldn't get any better, I spotted the girl of my dreams leaning against my locker…And beside her, was Santana and Brittany.

I was still sporting a bruise on my cheek and it still hurt but all I could do was smile brightly—because damn! It was so totally worth it.

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1 month earlier…

It was Tuesday and I found myself in Quinn's room after school. I was sitting on her study table, busily doing my homework while Quinn was sprawled on her bed reading. Brittany and Santana were in the living room. When I asked Quinn why they weren't with us since this was supposed to be a group study, the Head Cheerios simply shrugged and stated,

"I prefer to have you all to myself."

I wasn't really sure if that was another one of those playful flirty lines that she just loved to tease me about. I swore this girl just knew how she could affect me and was doing it on purpose just to drive me crazy.

But as I stopped writing to chance a glance at her, I could see her concentrating on what she was reading as if she just said the most obvious thing in the world. I waited for her to look up and wink at me or do that infamous sexy smirk or...anything, really, that would assure me that she was joking. But it never came. She continued reading, pursing her lips every now and then or burrowing her eyebrows in concentration, her lips moving as she reads.

I turned my attention back to my homework but I was already too out of it to answer any of the questions. I was really distracted that I had been reading the same question over and over again for the past five minutes. Giving up, I sighed and dropped my pen to rub my eyes in frustration. And then I found myself resting my forehead on the table with a soft thud. I closed my eyes to take a rest and relax for a bit before I go back to my homework, giving myself time to calm the rapid beating of my heart caused by Quinn's statement.

And then, there were hands rubbing my shoulder. I stiffened at first but then I found myself relaxing when those expert hands seemed to hit the right spot. Before I could stop myself, a sound of satisfaction in the form of a moan escaped my throat. The hands froze and I was just about to do some damage control when the hands started moving again, this time they were massaging the back of my neck, going up to the back of my head. I had to bit my lip to refrain myself from making another inappropriate noise.

I could feel myself falling asleep by now. Those hands were like working magic on me, it barely registered to me that Quinn fucking Fabray was giving me a massage! It felt amazing. Quinn was amazing. Her hands were skilled and I wondered what else it could do. While my friend was busy doing her magic, I let my head stepped in to the gutter. I mean, it couldn't hurt right? What Quinn didn't know wouldn't affect her.

And then it happened. I felt soft, warm lips graced the back of my neck and I froze in shock. I forced my eyes to open and I had to blink multiple times just to check if it was a dream or not. Quinn's hands were still working on me. Just as I thought that the kiss was just part of my mind playing tricks on me, I felt it again. And this time, it wasn't just one kiss. I felt multiple pecks on the back of my neck, going up until it reached my pulse point, just behind my sensitive ear. And despite the shock, a shiver ran through my body. Quinn's lips settled near my ear, barely touching it.

"Rachel..."

The way Quinn said my name... It was as if she was asking for permission to continue or if it's alright with me. Her voice was husky and sounded so fucking sexy that it completely caused my brain to short circuit. Right there and then, I stopped thinking. I simply grabbed the back of Quinn's head and pulled her closer. I guess she took it as a hint because the next thing I knew, she was attacking my neck with open-mouthed kisses. My hold on her neck tightened and I bit my bottom lip hard to suppress the noise that was threatening to escape my mouth when I felt her suck on my pulse point. It wasn't hard enough to leave a mark. And then her tongue was playing with my earlobe and this time, I didn't hold back. I moaned her name and I felt her trapped my ear between her teeth.

"Fuck, Quinn."

And as soon as those words left my mouth, her warmth disappeared. I panicked, fearing for the worst. In a matter of seconds, a lot of thoughts swirled through my mind, all of it ending with Quinn kicking me out of the house once she realized what she had done.

But all those thoughts flew out the window when Quinn appeared in front of me and fuck, she was straddling me now. She harshly grabbed the back of my neck and our lips met in a hard, passionate kiss. There was a moan but I wasn't really sure who it was. And honestly, I didn't give a fuck because right now, Quinn Fabray, Head Cheerio, was fucking sitting on my lap and kissing me senseless.

There was another moan when she bit my lip, her teeth pulling on my bottom lip until I had my mouth opened. She quickly shoved her tongue inside my mouth and I was in heaven when our tongues meet for the first time. Feeling a little bolder and just wanting to feel more of her, I slipped my hands that were resting on her back under her shirt. I heard her moan and it was enough for me to let my hand travel upward. And I just lost it when my roaming hands felt the underside of her breasts that was still clad in a bra.

I really wanted to touch her breasts. I was dying to feel them in my palms and squeeze them and play with her nipples. But no matter how my hormones were running crazy right now, I couldn't do that to her. I still respect her so I settled with simply running my hands across her back and then to her toned stomach.

I bit her lip. And I bit her hard that I actually heard her hissed. But I couldn't help it when she suddenly grabbed my hands and led them to her breasts.

"Quinn..."

"Go ahead, baby. Touch them. I know you want to."

And my brain exploded just like that. Before I knew it, I was roughly grabbing on her shirt, taking it off and then threw it across the room. Fuck respect. I harshly pulled the cup of her bra downwards, revealing her perky nipples. I heard her gasped in surprised which turned in to moans when I wrapped one of her nipples in my mouth—sucking, biting and licking it—while the other one was being toyed by my fingers, pinching the hardened bud.

"Oh God. Fuck, Rachel. That felt good. So good."

Nothing could be hotter than hearing Quinn moan my name while I suck on her nipple and fondle her breasts. I switched my mouth to the other nipple, giving it the same attention as I had the other. Quinn was beginning to buck her hips against mine and I met every thrust. We were both making noises now, doing our best to stay quiet. And then suddenly...

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Hey Quinn! Stop sucking face with the Hobbit and go down. Britts wanted to go have dinner in Breadstix."

Fuck you, Santana. Just...fuck you.

Quinn sprung for my lap in a matter of seconds. I was still in a daze so I wasn't really sure what happened. I sat there idly as I watched her fumbled on her clothes. She looked slightly panicky but she managed to smile at me before extending her hand for me to take. I was still staring at her as I took her hand and let her drag me out of the room. I couldn't believe that just happened.

We never said a word about it until we separated for the night.

Author's Note:

Well...that was... *shrugs*

This is the first time I attempted to write something…erotic? Sexy? Whatever. Anyway, I really didn't want to go into so much details about what happened in three months so I will just write about the highlights in that span of time. Just so you have an idea of how it went for Quinn and Rachel. The next chapter will be about what happened in the remaining month before all hell went lose for Rachel.

So...review please?

Thanks! I'll see you in the next chapter.