Quinn absolutely hated Mondays. What she hated even worse? Early morning practices on Mondays. But she supposed her outlook on them had been influenced by the fact that she was usually nursing a hangover after a weekend-long bender during those times. She still wasn't a fan and would likely never be one but she hated them less. Especially since she had her own fan cheering her on in the stands.
She paused in one of the drills to send a small wave Rachel's way, biting down on her urge to grin like a huge dork. A ball collided into the back of her head and she whirled around to glare at Coach Sylvester who only told her to get her head back in the game and to stop making her quote High School Musical. She glared some more but got back to the task at hand, a gauntlet of drills that would make a professional sports team proud.
All throughout practice, Quinn could feel Rachel's eyes on her, which led to her pushing herself extra hard. After all, Rachel had come to watch her so might as well give her a show, right? Later, Quinn would realize what a showoff she was and slap herself in the face but that was later and this was now and she was perfectly fine with showing off for Rachel and smiling when she heard the faint applause and cheers. Sylvester even commended her for being slightly above average but Quinn hardly cared about that when Rachel Berry was being her own personal cheerleader, the - and here, she rolled her eyes - Hermione to her Ron.
By the time Sylvester blew her whistle signaling practice was through, Quinn was a sweaty, heavily panting mass of flesh. God, she'd never worked this hard during a simple practice session. Showed her for showing off like a jackass. She dropped down to lie on the bench Rachel was sitting on, her head on Rachel's lap, as the rest of the team trooped into the locker room.
She was tired and hungry, her muscles were sore and she didn't know how she'd be able to get to class that didn't involve rolling herself into the classroom but she did manage a smile up at Rachel. "Hey," she said simply. "I hope you weren't too bored watching us." She probably wasn't since Quinn had made such a jackass of herself in practice. That was probably good for a laugh.
Watching Quinn was an exciting experience. She knew their soccer team was way better than the football team, by miles, but she never realized how good until she watched them practice. The whole team worked harder than she had ever seen Finn and the footballers work. But Quinn… well Quinn went above and beyond, and a part of Rachel thought she might just be showing off, but a larger part of her was just engrossed in the way Quinn looked there in her uniform, and there was no room for analysis of anything but her body, and sometimes the determined look on her face. Rachel cheered extra hard for her, at what she hoped were appropriate times, though she didn't understand what was going on, or if there was even a part you could win at when it came to soccer rehearsal— no,practice.
When practice finished, Quinn joined her on the bench, sprawling over it like she owned the place. Rachel's eyes followed the line of her body, stretched out like that, as her hand instinctively came up to weave through pink hair.
"Bored?" she almost laughed. "Definitely not. In fact, seeing you on the field explains so much about how you are in the bedroom." she teased, but hoped Quinn would understand that it was a good thing really. "Something about all the goofy smiles…" she continued to tease, but her hand remained in Quinn's hair, soothing her after what had to be a grueling practice.
Quinn looked— and Rachel knew she'd hate to hear it— adorable in her lap right then, with wide eyes and rosy cheeks from the exercise. Rachel's free hand drifted to lightly trace the line of her cheekbone. Cute cheeks. But Quinn seemed tense, again, probably from all the exercise. Her muscles had to be screaming. Finn always complained after a game and he was never as committed as Quinn clearly was.
"Are you sore?" Rachel asked, going back to taming the wild hair with light touches, as if she could ever be tamed really. "I could give you a massage, if it would help?"
Quinn's eyes fluttered close as Rachel's hand combed through her hair. It soothed her and calmed her heavy breaths. This was something she could get used to. She even let Rachel's teasing slide, she felt so relaxed.
Quinn hummed in answer to Rachel asking if she was sore. Yes, she was, but she could ignore the soreness of her muscles as long as Rachel kept running her hand through her hair like that. Although she did open one eye at the mention of a massage. She thought about it for a moment, of Rachel's small but able hands working all over her body, massaging the kinks out of it. It sounded heavenly. But. Quinn groaned.
"Rach, you know how I get," she huffed, annoyed that she was admitting a flaw. "I'll probably want a happy ending after the massage." Who wouldn't, really? Rachel had amazing, talented hands. And just the thought of those hands massaging all over her back…she shivered at the thought.
But Rachel wanted to wait and Quinn would respect that. Even though technically it wasn't sex, they were still at school and while Quinn had absolutely zero qualms about the venue, Rachel probably did and she wouldn't push her into something that she was uncomfortable with before she was ready. She closed both eyes again, relishing in the soothing feeling of hands running through her hair. "Just…keep doing what you're doing," she yawned.
Just as she was starting to fall asleep to the feeling, Coach Sylvester was yelling at her that the locker room was empty and to hit the showers. Quinn sighed, and rolled off of the bench, away from Rachel. She was usually grateful for the older woman's odd understanding and protectiveness but right then, she'd just wanted a few more minutes with Rachel.
"Let me take a shower and we can walk to class together after?" she suggested with a quirked eyebrow. With a smile that was really more of a smirk, Quinn turned and jogged towards the locker room, eager to take a soothing hot shower and get the sweat off of her.
Rachel's bottom lip jutted out in a pout when her offer was refused, but she supposed she could understand. She didn't intend for it to be a "happy ending" kind of massage though, just… a caring sort of thing. She wanted to take care of Quinn's aches, make her feel better after such a cruel practice.
For the second time since finding out, Rachel cursed Quinn's penis. The first time was for her being super fertile and preventing Rachel from, well, being truly fucked. Although Rachel had to admit, the precision of Quinn's tongue and lips, combined with her well-timed nips and grazing of her teeth… that brought Rachel to explosive orgasms. Plus, the attention was a nice perk. She liked Quinn focusing entirely on pleasuring her, with nothing to gain but Rachel's release.
But this wasn't supposed to be about orgasms. It was supposed to be about intimacy. Rachel was a clingy, affectionate girl, and she wanted to share intimacy, romance, without having to worry about what's going on in Quinn's pants. It wasn't even that she fit with the stereotype of teenage boys, because Rachel knew that once Quinn started, she probably wouldn't want to stop for the whole day. It was just that the thing between Quinn's legs seemed to be very, very sensitive.
Rachel sighed as she waited for her… for Quinn to come back, but while trying to figure out a solution, but a freshly showered Quinn Fabray returned before Rachel had come up with anything at all to counter the issue.
"Hey you," she greeted, smiling at her sweet-cheeked friend. Quinn smelled fresh and enticing, even though she was out of the uniform, which was a great loss. The black was back, much like the night at the party. "You look nice."
She remembered out of the blue Quinn's reaction to Rachel mentioning pregnancy, and her demanding that should Quinn get her pregnant, she would have to take care of Rachel all through it. The idea made her snort to herself, at ruining moments with mentions of pregnancy so she could have her own romantic moments with Quinn. However, she feared that would interrupt the romance as well as the erections. Still, it was something to think about, as a way to control the urges.
Rachel, after checking they were in fact alone, leaned up onto her toes to kiss Quinn's cheek. She didn't know how much Quinn wanted the rest of the school to know about their relationship. Was she out? Would it damage her rep to be seen with someone in knee high socks? And more than that, could Quinn handle the hassle that would undoubtedly be thrown her way if Finn found out that Rachel was now dating not only a girl, but Quinn Fabray, resident badass and soccer all-star (who happened to be a much, much better athlete.) Maybe they should just keep it on the down low, for Quinn's sake? Rachel could be protective of her, right?
"Ready to go?"
Quinn's smile dimmed a little when she saw Rachel look around before kissing her on the cheek. Right. She'd forgotten just who they were on the school's social ladder. Rachel was the girl who had dated one of the most popular guys in school, two if you counted Puckerman in sophomore year, and Quinn was…well, Quinn. She didn't exactly have a sterling reputation. She didn't begrudge Rachel for trying to protect her reputation but it still stung a little. But when Quinn got hurt, she got angry. Her jaw clenched and her expression turned blank.
"I think I'm just going to skip today," she said with a careless shrug. She turned on her heel and made a beeline towards the football stands, under the bleachers. Her hands shook as they rooted around in her pants then her bag for her pack of cigarettes.
Who had she been kidding? Honest to goodness dating someone? Really? And Rachel Berry? Quinn cursed loudly as she tried to light the cigarette dangling from her mouth but the stupid fucking lighter wouldn't stay lit. She threw the lighter away and dropped onto the couch she'd swindled Sylvester out of, head in her hands. One date. Just one. And one night of sex. Why had she thought it was special?
Rachel's mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to get something out, but the words wouldn't form simply because the thoughts wouldn't either. Just… what? What happened? What changed?
Quinn dropped her quickly, easily, despite everything they had shared over the past few days. Had she been foolish to think that sleeping with Quinn was a good idea, or that she could keep her interested when sex was off the menu?
And then there was that girl, the one Quinn had before Rachel. What if she had sex quite firmly on the menu? Like Rachel could compete with that. Why would Quinn want to put in the effort to date a girl who wasn't even putting out, right?
Rachel felt used and beyond embarrassed. Quinn looked so careless when she dismissed Rachel like that, and she supposed that too explained why her offer of a massage was rejected. Quinn was done with her.
Rachel considered following Quinn to her hideout, confronting her and demanding an explanation, but what good would it do? Not even Finn has been this mean, and he was the kind of fool who spoke without thinking, accidentally insulting everybody around him. She had heard countless comments about how she talked to much, how her breasts weren't as big as the cheerleaders', how she was selfish for not putting out for him. And still, Quinn was worse. Because Rachel had given so much more to just another stupid jock who didn't care about her, and she was too blind to see it.
So no, she didn't want to confront Quinn, so instead she shuffled off away from her bench and back into the school, where she walked to her first class alone, because apparently she was wrong before. Walking together was off limits, and she was an idiot for believing that Quinn could commit to anything but a nicotine addiction. She was an idiot for believing she could fit into some leather and oddly colored hair lifestyle in her cardigans and knee high socks. She was an idiot for thinking that the possessive hickeys she left trailing from Quinn's neck to her hipbone meant anything more than proof that someone had sucked her off.
Rachel defiantly wiped at her eyes, but she saw one of the hockey players headed her way with a large cup of red, sticky liquid. She knew the look in his eyes, and finally she registered the cheers of the rest of the football team. She just didn't think she could take one today, so she ducked into the nearest room, hand fumbling for a handle anywhere she could find it. It missed her by a fraction of a second, and she heard it hit the other side of the door. Regardless, Rachel took solace in the empty bathroom she had stumbled into. She needed the peace anyway.
Screw Quinn. Screw every jock in this stupid school. She cursed them all, she hated them all. They were all the same. They all cared more about their reputations than the girls they were using. Quinn was no different from the moron who tried to hit her with a slushie.
Last period found Quinn hanging around the entrance to the choir room. She'd skipped all her classes and chain smoked her way through an entire pack of cigarettes. She had smoked and paced, smoked some more and bruised her knuckles on the bleachers' steel support, finished the cigarettes and kicked at the already beaten up coach before coming to the reluctant decision that okay, she would take what she could get from Rachel.
If she wanted to date in secret, that was…well…Quinn wasn't fine with it and she still needed time to come to terms with being a dirty little secret but she would take it if that was the only capacity she could have Rachel. Which brought her here, to the choir room.
She figured since she'd picked Rachel up from her house, she should bring her home too. The logical part of her was telling her that any one of Rachel's Glee friends could give her a ride home but her logical side was usually overridden when it came to Rachel.
Quinn leaned against a row of lockers and waited for Rachel to show up. She'd gotten strange and half-frightened looks from the Glee kids who had already passed by but she'd ignored it, impatiently tapping her fingers on her arm. Finn Hudson walked by and if looks could kill, he'd be a thousand feet under. Quinn actually growled, which sent him scurrying away on his giant, lumbering legs.
Finally, Rachel showed up and Quinn wasted no time in grabbing her by the arm and pulling her into a nearby bathroom. "Just so you know," she said before Rachel could speak up or protest about how people could have seen them. "I absolutely hate the idea but if it's the only way you'll be comfortable then…" Quinn winced. She hated having to keep another secret, of being a secret but on the other hand, Rachel. "Okay. We don't have to be public about this relationship." It was killing her to say it because she wanted to have Rachel on her arm, to walk her to class and hold her hand and to smirk in Finn Hudson's stupid constipated face because his loss was her gain.
Rachel was confused. Like, really, really confused. Her day hadn't gotten much better, but high school was never grand for her anyway, so she sucked it up and soldiered through her classes to maintain her attendance percentage and string of high grades. Glee had been her silver lining, and Rachel believed strongly in silver linings, so she indulged in a solo and belted out her brand new heartache. The others in the class, for once, didn't berate her about it. Kurt even asked if she was okay, and Rachel insisted that she was, though she wasn't, and they both knew as much by her choice of songs.
Finn looked smug throughout glee, as if she was singing to him after all this time, but she was too emotional to really care about his ego right then, so she let it slide. She had bigger, pinker fish to fry.
Leaving glee was even better than arriving, because even if she had to walk home, or maybe call one of her dads and ask for a ride, it still meant leaving, and that meant being alone, finally. She needed to be alone, and coming from a lonely girl, that was saying something. She was suffocating.
But as her chance to breathe was just in sight, someone had a firm grip around her arm and tugged her into a bathroom. Rachel immediately took a few steps backwards from the offending kidnapper, afraid that her usual torment had actually escalated to physical violence, but her shoulders drooped when Quinn's voice grounded her senses before anything else. She was relieved. And then really confused.
She heard the word relationship. Pieces began to fit together, slowly, and Rachel began to feel like an ass. Had she really spent her day hating Quinn over a misunderstanding, when the resident "badass"— though that was debatable— actually sought her out to say that yes, they could do this? Yes. And Rachel was an ass.
"Relationship?" she echoed with a tell-tale lift in the corner of her lips. "You were mad because youwanted to be public about it?" Rachel was still mildly confused, but more anxious than anything else. She didn't want Quinn to hate any part of their relationship (relationship!) but… now the thought entered her head fully, she wasn't confident in coming out, or rather, giving the rest of the school more ammunition. But then there was Quinn, and if Quinn wanted to show off what they had, then could Rachel really be stupid enough to throw that back at her?
Rachel reached for Quinn's hand, frowning when she found hot and oddly squishy flesh. She looked down and found bruised knuckles that she would tend to as soon as she could. For now she just let go and settled instead for putting both hands by Quinn's hips. Silver lining #2.
"Quinn, I'm not ashamed of you." she said seriously, standing in her bubble of personal space. She regretted having the conversation in a bathroom, but her words were still sincere. "You're… beautiful, and smoking hot with really cute cheeks." Rachel joked, but her voice was soft and her gaze was adoring. "I'd be proud to trot around the school with you attached to me at all times. Why would I want to keep you a secret?" Rachel asked with her eyebrows angled uncertainly and her hand now up on the aforementioned cute cheek. Rachel had issues with personal space, clearly, even in tense situations.
Quinn's brows furrowed. The way Rachel made it sound, it was as if she didn't want to keep them a secret. So then…what was that earlier? What had she spent most of the day so angry about? Had she significantly upped her chances of lung cancer over a simple misunderstanding?
"I thought - but earlier, you - you looked around before you - " Quinn growled in frustation, hating that she was struggling with her words. "I thought you didn't want anyone to see you kissing me." Her hand traveled up to the hem of Rachel's sweater, tugging idly at it as she kept her gaze down. She didn't want to look Rachel in the eyes. "And I get it, I think. I mean, you've dated Finn and Puck and that Jesse kid and now me. It doesn't really take a genius to spot the not, Rachel." Quinn let out a self-deprecating laugh and let her hand fall away. "Not to mention my um…" Her gaze dropped further down to her pants as she trailed off.
She felt selfish now. And stupid. She'd been so caught up in feeling sorry for herself because Rachel didn't want to kiss her or hold her hand in public that she didn't think about Rachel was feeling. They hadn't even really spoken before Saturday and now she was expecting something public? God, she really was stupid.
"I don't hate the idea anymore," Quinn said in a small voice. "Take your time, if you have to." Even if Rachel said she'd be proud walking around the school with her, she didn't want to push her either.
"I'm sorry I got mad earlier." Apologies were hard for her. She'd been taught by her father to never apologize to anyone, except if it was to him about something you were born with and had no control over. She caught Rachel's gaze. She needed her to know that she was sincere about her apology, no matter how inexperienced she was with it. "Are we okay?"
Rachel's heart ached as Quinn put herself down, actually comparing herself Rachel's previous boyfriends, and Noah, who didn't really count as more than somebody she made out with sometimes.
And the strangest part was that she was Rachel Berry. People weren't lining up to date her, it's not like she had really high standards or something. And even if she did, Quinn would go above and beyond anyway.
"Quinn, don't…" Rachel mumbled when hazel eyes drifted down to her pants. She realized for the first time that Quinn wasn't always as cocky as she made out. Sometimes she was pretty insecure, and Rachel had been a fool not to see that. So she did the only thing she could do in moments like these. She threw her arms around Quinn and crushed her in close, burying her own face in Quinn's neck.
"We're fine, we're perfect." she said fiercely as her fingers came up to tangle in the back of Quinn's hair. "I like you so much, Quinn. I'd be proud to be seen as your friend, your girlfriend, your anything." Once again, Rachel regretted this conversation taking place in an abandoned bathroom, but she took a breath and looked into Quinn's eyes nonetheless, but not before putting a safe distance between them.
"You were my first, you know." her voice was suddenly nervous, despite everything. "I- I don't regret it. I knew you were always going to be different different. Well, maybe not today when I thought you were dropping me because I wasn't putting out. I thought I had made a mistake and you were just like all the other jocks here." she admitted with a hint of a frown because she had been pretty stupid about that. "But that night… I'm glad it was you. I'm in serious like with you, Quinn." Rachel cracked a shaky smile and hoped for one in return.
But she was suddenly, inspired to take action. She dragged Quinn by her wrist (not near her knuckles) and pulled them both out of the bathroom. The hallway wasn't swarming like it would be between classes, but for a Monday afternoon the crowd was pretty dense, and so Rachel followed through with her plan. She gently pushed Quinn back against a nearby locker and pressed her body into her in kind, eliminating the space between them. People were watching curiously. Rachel had performance anxiety, but… well, to be crude about it, fuck it.
Their lips met gently, because regardless of who she was kissing, she wasn't bold enough to shove her tongue down anybody's throat in public. But she kissed Quinn firmly, softly, surely, with her hands possessively placed at her hips. Rachel was all kinds of possessive when it came to Quinn. People were whispering.
"See?" she asked, smiling as she pecked her lips lightly once more. "If you're mine, completely, then I'm showing you off." Rachel informed, a little giddy with the excitement and drama of the moment.
Quinn's eyes widened only slightly when Rachel told her that she was her first. She'd suspected and now, here was her confirmation. She was glad Rachel didn't regret but she was also a bit disappointed that she hadn't made it more special for her, something befitting a first time. Instead, her hormones had taken over. She wanted to promise Rachel many things, that the next time would be more special, that she was in serious like with her too but the brunette was suddenly dragging her out of the bathroom and into the hallway and…wow, okay.
Quinn couldn't contain her wide smile as Rachel pulled away. If her earlier words hadn't reassured Quinn, then this grand gesture certainly would have. She rested her head against Rachel's after another kiss. "You're amazing, Rachel Berry," she murmured, crushing her body against hers in a hug.
But Quinn could feel curious eyes on them and her eyes turned to steel as she surveyed the crowd. "Get lost, assholes," she said, loud enough for them to hear. A smug sense of satisfaction coursed through her when they all scrambled away. Yep, she still had it. But the smugness was overtaken by the warmth she felt with Rachel in her arms. Quinn sighed, inhaling Rachel's unique scent.
She didn't know how long they stood there for, just holding each other but it was long enough that Quinn's stomach started to rumble, reminding her that she'd skipped lunch. She pulled away but not before dropping another kiss on Rachel's lips. "Do you want to get something to eat?" she asked. Quinn rubbed the back of her neck. "And then maybe we could do homework together?" She couldn't recall the last time she'd done homework that wasn't at the last minute but any reason to hang out with Rachel for a little while longer.
She took Rachel's hand in hers, intertwining their fingers as they headed to the parking lot. There were still a few stragglers in the hallways and Quinn could feel their eyes on them. Someone wolf whistled and her head whipped around to glare daggers at the culprit. "Eyes off my girlfriend, creep," she snarled threateningly. So she was kind of possessive. Hopefully, Rachel didn't mind. She turned to Rachel and smiled nonchalantly as if she hadn't just called her her girlfriend.
They climbed into her car and Quinn drove off towards her house, figuring she could always order a pizza. For now, she just wanted to be alone with Rachel.
Girlfriend. Girlfriend! Well it seemed Rachel's grand gesture had done the trick, which was a relief, because Rachel was a grand gesture kind of girl, and if Quinn wasn't, then there would be some trouble. Rachel thought it was appropriate to spice up anything from a math class to a performance with an extra dose of theatrics. And Quinn had called and raised her dramatics simply with the wordgirlfriend. Girlfriend!
And she couldn't lie, it had been pretty darn hot when Quinn had yelled at the gaping students, and they obeyed her in an instant, averting their eyes so she and Quinn could have their moment. Quinn was something Finn never was; protective, possessive. And a good athlete. But when Finn cropped back into her thoughts she remembered exactly why she had tried to protect Quinn in the first place. It wasn't that Finn was a violent person, and sure his aggression sometimes got the better of him, but the only fights he really had were with chairs, who always seemed to suffer the brunt of his frustration. But he was jealous and possessive as soon as somebody else took an interest in Rachel, as long as she and him had already broken up, and he'd no doubt hassle either herself or Quinn once he found out about their new relationship.
Rachel lifted her arm, fingers still linked with Quinn's, and wrapped a strong arm around herself, feeling Quinn's warmth as she tucked herself into her side. Her own arm slipped around Quinn's waist.
"I was trying to protect you, you know." Rachel started quietly as they left the school wrapped up in each other, headed towards Quinn's car. "I know you're big bad Quinn Fabray and you don't need anybody taking care of you, but you're my big bad Quinn. I didn't want any trouble from Finn to compromise what we had." she curled her fingers into Quinn's shirt on the opposite side of her waist, keeping her close in case she took it the wrong way again and tried to bolt. Not again. "Or that other girl." Rachel added with only a hint of bitterness. She still didn't know if it was a relationship, or casual sex, or what. But either way, as they both clambered into the car, Rachel decided that she didn't like it, or her, whoever the bitch was. Not that she was jealous, because she totally wasn't. She just didn't like the idea of Quinn sleeping with somebody else, or worse, kissing somebody else, holding their hand, falling asleep curled up together. No. She did not like that at all. But she didn't need to worry about that right now. She had Quinn all to herself for today, and soon she'd be home, all alone with her girlfriend and her rumbling stomach.
A smile tugged at Quinn's lips. Protective Rachel was hot. Jealous and possessive Rachel even more so. "Finn's not even an issue, babe," Quinn assured her. Well, he wouldn't be an issue so long as he kept his nose out of their business and left Rachel alone. If he tried either of those things…well, let's just say he'd find out why the hockey team avoided her like the plague.
"As for that other girl," she paused, not quite sure how to phrase it. It had mostly been an experimentation thing, trying to find out if she was fully functional down there, that had turned into casual sex once they'd find out pretty quickly that yep, she was. "It was a casual thing, Rach," Quinn told her with a reassuring smile. "It's over and," she brought Rachel's hand to her lips. "I'm with you now." She was with Rachel now. Officially. The thought brought a wide smile to her face and at a stoplight, Quinn leaned in for what was supposed to be a quick kiss but soon had the car behind them honking insistently because the light had turned green.
Quinn couldn't keep the smile off her face the whole way to Rachel's house. Even better, there were no other cars in the driveway, which meant her fathers weren't home. Not that she was scared of them. She wasn't. She just wasn't 'meet the parents' material and Rachel was an only child which meant her parents would be even more protective and…so she was scared. But only a little. That didn't matter though since they weren't home.
"Do you mind if I call for pizza?" she asked once they were inside. "We could do homework before it gets here." Quinn didn't actually want to do homework; she wanted to make out with Rachel but she didn't want her to think that she was in this for the purely physical either.
Rachel did feel a little better with Quinn's reassurances. At least it wasn't some deep and meaningful relationship. She liked being the only person who got Quinn this way. Hand holds, soft kisses, and Quinn's possessive, protective nature. Rachel adored having Quinn like this. She adored Quinn.
When they arrived at Rachel's house, she sensed they were both relieved to find that her dads weren't around. Not that Rachel was ashamed of her, clearly, but before Quinn came anywhere close to meeting her dads, they both needed to be prepared. And they both needed to be free of hickeys. Honestly though, she got the feeling Quinn could be very charming when she wanted to. She was almost certain that on her best behavior, the Berry dads would absolutely fall in love with Quinn.
Oh, and she'd really have to actually tell them that she had a girlfriend.
"Here." Rachel said, plucking a menu from a pile of many others stuffed into a drawer. "Vegan pizza." but Rachel made no move to start her homework, even when Quinn was on the phone. Rachel's lips found skin, feather light as she followed the hollow of Quinn's throat upwards, then veered off to kiss along the line of her jaw.
"You smell good." she said with a lazy smile. "Even though I can tell that you've smoked like a chimney today." she added when Quinn paused on the phone. Rachel wasn't satisfied with the attention she was getting though, and so her fingers slipped through Quinn's belt loops and tugged her hips in closer. That had to get her attention once their hips collided.
So, okay. Maybe she really got off on the idea of being Quinn's girlfriend. Or maybe it was the way Quinn growled— literally growled— at the swarming students back at school. Or maybe it was something about the confirmation that yes, she was in fact better than the other girl she slept with. Whatever it was, Rachel was buzzing with excitement. She needed some kind of attention, now, and so she allowed her teeth to graze Quinn's bottom lip teasingly, demanding more.
"Babe…" she whined, pulling on her hips again, growing impatient.
Quinn's voice faltered when she felt Rachel's lips on her skin. By the time Rachel was pulling her forward by her belt loops, she'd caught on and she was smirking at how eager Rachel seemed. Her hand settled on Rachel's hip, slowly caressing her through her clothes as she finished up ordering. "Take your time," she told the person on the other end, voice low and eyes hungrily holding Rachel's.
Before she'd even hung up, her lips were sealed over Rachel's. This wasn't like the kisses they'd shared earlier that day, all soft and sweet and full of fluffy feelings. No, this kiss was passionate and rough and lustful. It reminded Quinn of the kisses they'd shared - no, taken on that first night. Quinn growled lowly when Rachel's teeth grazed her bottom lip again. God, the things this girl did to her. She backed them up slowly until the back of her legs hit the couch and she fell on top of it, Rachel on her lap. She groaned and tried not to squirm. She wasn't hard, not yet, but it would only be a matter of time with how heated they were getting and she didn't want to pull away too soon.
"Rachel," Quinn gasped as she pulled away for air. "What time will your dads be home?" She hated to be a mood killer, especially when Rachel was like this, but she didn't want the Berry men to catch them with their pants down. Not literally, of course, since they were waiting but still.
But she couldn't keep her mouth off of Rachel for long. She started trailing kisses along Rachel's neck, one hand toying playfully with the hem of Rachel's skirt while the other settled low on her back to steady her. Quinn actually had to hold herself back from biting down on the delicate skin. They had enough hickeys already.
On top of Quinn was always a wonderful place to be, especially when she could roll her hips just so and her senses would ignite with the most wonderful sensations. Wearing short skirts had its uses when nothing but a flimsy pair of panties separated her and the growing bulge in Quinn's jeans. She could feel though, that Quinn, in all her magnificence, was trying to keep them both under control, and Rachel appreciated it. Sort of. Not really, but she thought it was sweet.
"Late." was going to be her only reply, but she paused mid-kiss and opened her eyes with a curious eyebrow raised. An internal battle began; curiosity vs. the heat pooling deep inside her. Rambling vs. grinding herself against Quinn while their lips explored overheated skin.
But considering the topic of her thoughts, the arousal building slowly began to dissipate, and so her questioning won out.
"Do you…" a crinkle of her nose as she tried to think it over. She could still feel the light pressure and delicious heat from Quinn's fingertips just past the hem of her skirt, sparking her senses to life with every minute movement. Almost as soon as she started, her focus dwindles and her hips made a slow rock forward again when a slight ridge in Quinn's jeans teased her. When did her breathing grow so labored? Did she look as turned on as she felt? She hoped not, but her blown pupils and parted lips, combined with her mildly flushed cheeks all pointed in the same direction. She wanted her clothes off, and Quinn's, and she wanted to be in this same position, with Quinn's body hugged close to hers, and that talented mouth leaving hot, wet kisses all across her chest.
But right talking. That's what they were supposed to be doing for a second. She stilled her hips, even though her clit was unsatisfied and needy for sensation and she felt like screaming as soon as the delicious torture ended.
"Do you want to meet my dads?" she finally pushed the question out, realizing that the sooner she got her answer, the sooner she could get back to cruelly working herself up against Quinn's lap.
Quinn had to bite her lip to contain her whimper the moment Rachel started moving against her. She needed Rachel to stop doing that. She also needed Rachel to never stop doing that. One of those. By the way her hand moved from Rachel's skirt to her ass to help her move, she was leaning towards the second one. Her hips rocked up, pressing her rock hard erection into the heat she could already feel even through the layers of clothes.
But Rachel was saying something and she had to blink several times to clear the fog from her mind. Did she want to meet Rachel's dads? Hell no. But she needed to put it delicately because she still wanted Rachel grinding deliciously on top of her. "Not today, okay, babe?" There, that was about as delicate as she could get at the moment. She knew she would have to meet the Berry men eventually but not today and, if she was really good at sneaking, maybe not for a long time.
Her mouth pressed hotly against Rachel's collarbone before traveling upwards to capture Rachel's mouth, moaning at the familiar sensation. Both hands were now on Rachel's ass, helping her move against her as Quinn grinded upwards.
There was a voice in her head telling her to slow down, that they were going too fast but then Rachel whimpered breathily against her mouth and the voice was quickly silenced. They were essentially dry humping on Rachel's couch but Quinn hardly cared at that point.
She barely even responded to Quinn's answer, because she was so out of her head with pleasure in the moment. Quinn's possessive hands under her skirt, on her ass made her whimper with excitement and move all the harder against Quinn's lap, finding new pressure. Her own hands had begun exploring too, sliding against pale skin under a dark shirt. Rachel wanted to follow the entire line of Quinn's body with her lips.
"You're so hard," she breathed as she rolled her hips just right. But this wasn't fair, not for Quinn at least. Rachel would have a relatively easy time getting off this way, with minimal clean up. Quinn however, wasn't quite so lucky. Rachel was conflicted. They were supposed to be waiting, but… well, it would just be easier to… not wait.
Blunt nails dragged downwards against Quinn's stomach until they reached her pants, where those fingers tucked themselves just underneath and her thumb toyed with the button.
"I'm not sure I can wait," she finally admitted, in case Quinn had somehow missed that rather obvious fact. Her underwear was pretty much ruined already. Again. "We need to stop, or you need to take your clothes off." she decided in a hot whisper against Quinn's lips. Quinn got the final decision, because Rachel honestly didn't know how to decide. Not when she was reminded of just how big Quinn really was, and God, she had only felt Quinn inside her once. It wasn't fair.
She could already feel the heat radiating from Rachel and she knew that there was a wet spot at the front of her jeans, from Rachel, from how wet she was. Because of Quinn. She moaned at the thought, burying her head against Rachel's neck. Her self-control was fraying at the edges and it really didn't help that Rachel was pulling at it by giving her a decision.
Quinn groaned. Why did she have to make the choice? Her hands flexed against Rachel's ass, pulling her against her erection once again. She looked up at Rachel's flushed face, at her swollen lips and and then down at her heaving would be so easy, so easy to just throw off all of their clothes and pound Rachel into the couch, fuck consequences and waiting for the third date.
Quinn breathed a tortured sigh against Rachel's neck before pressing a quick, apologetic kiss to it. She gently moved Rachel off her lap and depositing her on the couch, letting her head fall back against it as she did. She was still painfully hard and she slammed her eyes shut, trying to will her erection down. Dead puppies and Finn Hudson. Teen pregnancies and dead puppies. Finn Hudson and teen pregnancies. There, that did the trick.
"I'm sorry, Rach," she muttered with an apologetic half smile. "I just want the next time to be special."For you. But she left that last part unsaid because there was a sappy quota for the day and she'd already went over the quota, what with the bathroom incident and the hallway incident and now choosing to wait when Rachel had been seemingly willing.
Rachel wasn't a violent girl. She wasn't. But when Quinn eased her away from her lap, she could have committed murder quite easily and felt nothing but satisfaction. She huffed and ran her hands over her face, as if maybe she could rub out the frustration that way. Her skin was hot to the touch, and she thought bitterly that it should have been Quinn's fingertips and lips finding that out.
With her jaw set, muscles twitching there in frustrated tension, she tried to calm herself down. Eyes closed, fingers curled unforgivingly into the couch. She was wet. So wet.
"Please stop talking." she said quickly when Quinn's sweet words drifted out in a husky drawl. It was too much, the sound of her voice, the romantic words. "You're making me want you more." she sighed, dropping her head into her hands. Soft brown hair fell over her face, as if she wasn't irritated enough. Fortunately though, at that moment the doorbell went, and Rachel suddenly remembered that they had ordered a pizza. Distraction. She jumped at the opportunity to remove herself from whatever heated atmosphere they had created.
Rachel stood uncomfortably, reminded then of just how wet she really was. She told Quinn to stay right where she was, and went to pay for the pizza, because Quinn had paid for the date already. It was only fair. By the time she returned, she had a new state of mind. The pizza was dropped to the table almost carelessly, and Rachel was perched beside Quinn on the couch, looking at her with more clarity than she had left with.
"It's always special with you." she started with no preamble. "Maybe not conventionally, exactly, but what we have really is special to me. Serial killer air hangars are special to me." she said with a half smile and a squeeze of her hand before carrying on. "I wanted to wait because I was afraid you only really wanted to get into my pants. But that was before you smoked your body weight in cigarettes just because you wanted to show me off." her tone was still teasing and light, but she meant her words sincerely. "Whenever it happens, it'll be special, even if that ends up being in the locker room right after soccer practice."
In the meantime though, she kicked off her shoes and reached for a slice of pizza as large as her head. "What happened to your hand?" she asked conversationally as the bruised knuckles caught her eye again.
"Oh." So she didn't have to beg off and be all noble? She could have been inside of Rachel by this point? Quinn sighed, blowing pink hair away from her face. Oh well. At least she could deliberately make it special and not just because it was the two of them.
Although…she did bring up a good idea about the locker room. Her lips brushed against Rachel's ear as she moved closer. It seemed as if she needed to be touching Rachel at all times but she wasn't going to complain about that particular need. "Mmm, maybe not the next time but definitely sometime," Quinn promised. She'd always had a particular fantasy about sex in the locker room after winning a game.
With a wink at Rachel, she reached for a slice of the pizza. She paused with it halfway to her mouth when Rachel asked about her knuckles. Quinn blushed and scratched at the back of her neck. How was she supposed to explain that she'd punched a solid steel bar? "I punched something," she mumbled. "A post." Quinn ducked her head in embarrassment, biting into her pizza and absolutely refusing to look at Rachel.
In hindsight, it was kind of funny but she'd just been so upset at the time and the cigarettes weren't doing their job and the couch just wasn't the right height for her to punch. "I don't go around picking fights with steel posts, just so you know." She felt she needed to explain. She stuffed her mouth with more pizza. If her mouth was full, she couldn't make more of a fool of herself.
For a moment, Rachel thought Quinn had punched a person and almost hyperventilated. She would not be seen in a relationship with a bully! But a post made her grimace, imaginary pain making her own hand tingle.
A second passed of Rachel just watching Quinn, trying to understand what would possess her to do something so ridiculous. With her cheeks puffed out from chewing and her eyes looking at absolutely any space unoccupied by Rachel, it was hard to even imagine Quinn angry enough to punch something.
"Why would you do something like that?" she asked gently when she gave up trying to figure out the logic behind such a silly and painful decision. As she spoke, she carefully took hold of the injured hand to inspect it closer. It looked horribly painful. Actually, it just looked plain horrible. Rachel was never good with injuries and this just tickled her— okay, non-existent— gag reflex. "You need to get it looked at tomorrow." Rachel said with no room for question, and just in case Quinn began to protest, brown eyes gave a hardened glare in warning. You don't mess with a Berry on a mission. "We need to ice it too, after you've eaten."
The swollen knuckles seemed to take priority over everything else, even the heated words Quinn had murmured low and deliciously beside her ear had been forgotten, which was some sort of miracle when she had visions of a glistening Quinn Fabray fresh from a match she had won, taking her against the lockers hard and fast. But Quinn wanted it to be special next time, and Rachel wasn't really going to complain about a little romance. She could wait, as long as she had enough distractions. And she had a perfect distraction coming up soon. She was totally going to plan a really awesome date for her and Quinn.
Quinn sighed and swallowed her food with an audible gulp. She put an arm around Rachel, settling it on her waist and pulling her closer. "I was just upset," she said with a shrug, reaching for another slice of pizza with her other hand. "Like you said, I just really wanted to show you off."
Looking back at it now, she knew she had overreacted but that was just how she worked. Quinn got hurt, then she'd cover that up with anger and then she needed to let off some steam. She never reallytalked about anything, which she supposed she had to work on if she wanted this relationship to work. Rachel would probably appreciate the dramatics though. And she really did want this relationship to work out. She liked Rachel. She was in serious like with her.
The need to tell Rachel the things she was feeling was rising up in her. Feeling the sudden rush of affection for her, Quinn squeezed Rachel against her and pressed a kiss to the side of her head. "You know, this vegan thing isn't half bad, Berry," she said teasingly. "Still prefer actual meat though." Oh well, close enough. Quinn had once said that she couldn't imagine ever having a meal without meat and yet here she was.
Quinn managed to squeeze a giggle out of Rachel, even with a mouthful of food and her pizza hanging precariously between the edges of her fingers and her teeth. She had to pull away from the slice, lest the situation get any more messy, and wipe at her lips in case any stray sauce had found its way there.
"We should have ordered two pizzas. You don't have to eat vegan food with me, you know." Rachel stretched her body slightly to reach Quinn's temple and placed a kiss there, mirroring the one Quinn just gave her. Her nose was tickled by vibrant pink hair. It smelled pretty.
"Quinn, I've been thinking about this three date thing." Rachel started, placing her hand on the inside of Quinn's knee and pulling on it to get her to face her more fully. Quinn got the hint and shuffled over a bit, and Rachel felt an unexpected rush of serious like. Something about not even needing words, but she resisted the need to kiss and just smiled instead. "I was wondering if I could plan the next one. I think it's only right that I woo you just as much as you woo me. And this time we'd get to hold hands in front of everybody." Yes, Rachel tacked the last bit on just to tempt her into saying yes.
Quinn shook her head when Rachel said they should have ordered two pizzas, though she did smile at the kiss to her temple. "I don't mind. Really," she said firmly. Why make Rachel order two pizzas when she was perfectly fine with eating vegan pizza? Not to say she would turn vegan, she just didn't want Rachel to go out of her way for her.
Rachel placed her hand on her knee and Quinn readily put her hand on top of it, intertwining their fingers as she turned to face her. "Wooing?" she asked with a raised eyebrow and a light laugh. Another thing to put on the ever growing list of things she adored about Rachel Berry: her vocabulary. And that beeping noise in her head was the sound of her sappy quota meter breaking. "Is that what we're doing?" Quinn couldn't resist and she pressed her lips against Rachel's. She pretended to think about it for a moment when she pulled away. "I'd love to go on a date with you, Rach," Quinn said with a swift nod.
She wondered idly what Rachel could be planning. "You gonna tell me what we'll doing on this date or what?" she asked. She wasn't really expecting an answer though. If it were her, she'd be deliberately vague just to keep the element of surprise, also to frustrate Rachel because a frustrated Rachel was hot and adorable at the same time.
Rachel gave Quinn a funny look for a moment, confused— no appalled— by the question, however a kiss swiftly distracted her. Quinn kissed her a lot. Rachel liked it. Quinn was pretty sappy really, underneath all her bravado.
"Of course we're wooing each other." Rachel said firmly when her mouth was free again. "And extremely wooed you shall be!" she insisted even though she really didn't have a plan yet. She wanted something fun, something public where they could hold hands and Rachel could show off her date to the whole world. She looked up at Quinn's question, licking her lips to stall for time. Of course she had to ask before Rachel had a plan.
"Well, I'll be doing a lot of hand holding and cheek kissing. You will be doing a lot of swooning and going weak at the knees." Rachel deflected the question pretty well, she hoped. "I won't even make you eat any vegan food." she added while she once again pulled at Quinn's legs and then pushed her shoulders down so she had her back to the couch. Rachel was bossy, there was no room for requestingthese things. She slinked her body over Quinn's and allowed their gentle curves to fit together. Quinn's warmth was relaxing and her scent was familiar.
"Success." she smiled against Quinn's neck as she pressed her lips to an existing hickey. "I initiated cuddle time like a top secret agent." she said smugly when she pulled back slightly to look into those hazel eyes she loved so much. Her nose nuzzled against Quinn's for a fraction of a second before their lips caught again, preventing her girlfriend from coming back with some clever quip. Girlfriend. She still wasn't over that. "You called me your girlfriend." she smiled against Quinn's lips, with her eyes still closed as she stole yet another kiss.
Quinn had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep from breaking into a wide grin as Rachel went on about what their date would be like. She was absolutely charmed but didn't want to show it. Rachel might accuse her of prematurely swooning. "Sounds like a plan, babe," she said seriously even if she was still trying to fight that smile. Really, she'd been sold at the holding hands part.
An eyebrow rose up as Rachel pushed her down onto the couch, Quinn's hands resting comfortably on her hips as Rachel settled above her. "Bossy," she accused goodnaturedly. Quinn would be lying if she said it wasn't hot but then she'd yet to find anything she didn't find hot about Rachel. Her eyebrow rose higher at the thought of how this bossiness could translate in the bedroom. Rachel had another thing coming if she thought she could boss Quinn around there. She would be open to maybe the occasional switching up though.
She was brought out of her thoughts when Rachel kissed her neck, catching the tail end of something incredibly dorky and cute at the same time. She was about to dryly retort but then Rachel's lips on hers and whatever sarcastic remark she had died on her lips as she returned the kiss happily. This was another thing she couldn't get enough of: Rachel Berry kisses.
She hummed in contentment as Rachel pulled away slightly. "Well of course I called you my girlfriend," Quinn scoffed as her hand started tracing patterns on Rachel's back. "It's because you are." She leaned forward to nip playfully at Rachel's lower lip. "Mine." And as if to ward away any arguments, she pressed their mouths together.
Rachel pulled back, her tongue swiping across her just-kissed lips. She could taste that uniquely Quinn flavor there, but only acknowledged it briefly. Her mind was more interested in this "Mine." business.
"Possessive much?" Rachel remarked with an entertained smile. "Who would have thought you'd end up with somebody so bossy?" she mused with a satisfied grin slipping onto her lips. She wondered just how far she could push this bossy thing before Quinn began to push back. She had a few ideas, but Quinn probably wouldn't be too pleased. But Rachel could be a very persuasive woman when the need arose, and Quinn had a real weakness when it came to her girlfriend.
The devious smile and devilish glint in her eyes needed to be removed quickly before Quinn cottoned on to her plotting. "Anyway!" she said brightly, immediately hopping off of her girlfriend and beginning to tidy up their pizza mess. "I'm going to…" she pointed to the kitchen and scurried out there to put away their leftover pizza before Quinn could call her out on her scheming. And as an extra measure, she started babbling about the first thing that popped into her head.
"So, are you technically like, a brand new gender?" she called from the kitchen over her shoulder. "And more importantly, does that create a brand new sexuality? Am I Quinnsexual now?" Yes, good distraction. She gave herself a satisfied pat on the back. Her string of successful secret agent missions continued.
Yes, she was possessive. Though definitely not in the psycho you-can-only-talk-to-me way. She just liked to know that Rachel was hers and maybe show that off to everybody who even thought of had a naughty thought about her girlfriend. Quinn settled back into the couch as Rachel moved off, watching her go into the kitchen with a lecherous gaze on her ass. What? She couldn't help that Rachel's ass was glorious.
Her good mood evaporated and her jaw clenched at Rachel's question though. She absolutelyhated questions about her gender. Her friendship with the Skanks had almost ended because they wouldn't take the goddamn hint that she got pissed off every time they asked if she was actually a girl after they found out. But Rachel…Rachel didn't know better, she didn't know how much hell her father had put her through just because her gender was a big question mark. She shouldn't take it out on her.
Quinn took a deep breath and let it hiss out through her teeth. "No, I'm a girl," she answered curtly, hoping her frustration didn't show through her voice. "I just happen like girls and have boy parts."
She took another deep breath and rubbed at a nonexistent knot between her eyes. She didn't want to ruin the rest of the afternoon because she was being sensitive about a legitimate question. "And you're only Quinnsexual if you're exclusively into me," she said in a lighter tone carrying her usual bravado. "What are you doing back there, anyway?" she asked. She wanted to distract herself before her mood spiraled some more. Rachel didn't need to be subjected to that twice in one day.
Rachel heard the shift in her tone and immediately grimaced at her own insensitivity. Quinn continued to talk and Rachel felt even worse. She wandered back out of the kitchen and over to where her girlfriend— girlfriend. Girl.— was sat on the couch.
"I was tidying up." she said, coming over to sit beside Quinn. Close. Their knees touched, but Rachel's hands remained folded in her own lap. "I'm sorry, that was a stupid question." she said with genuine regret. She knew Quinn didn't want to talk about it, probably not even like this, but Rachel needed to. "I just… I'm new at this, Quinn. But I don't want any part of our relationship to be some taboo topic."
Rachel cupped the side of Quinn's neck and brought her into a tender kiss before she even attempted a continuation.
"I know you're a girl. I like that you're a girl." Another kiss. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever met, actually." another kiss, closer to the corner, as if she could encourage it to lift and make Quinn to smile. "And I am most definitely exclusively into you. You should be Rachelsexual too." Finally she moved back and pushed Quinn's hair away from her face gently. "I'm not going to stop asking questions when they come up, Quinn." she said seriously now, all joking pushed aside. "And you don't have to feel weird about telling me stuff, because whatever the labels are, they don't matter to me. I'm in serious like with everything you are, and whatever labels come with you, or being with you." She referenced the brand new Myspace comments that had come to her phone already calling her a lesbian. It had only caused an eye roll. As if she hadn't heard that one a thousand times before. She concluded that they were just jealous of her multiple orgasms and cute dates.
There, that was everything she could think to say. Well, within reason. She didn't want to talk forever, because that always made things worse. But her speech was done, and now she sat with her bottom lip caught between her lip, waiting for Quinn to either accept her words or reject them.
Quinn sighed, eyes trained down even as Rachel kissed her sweetly several times and fussed over her. Usually, that would have been enough to garner a smile from Quinn but the topic at hand weighed heavily in her mind. Logically, she knew they had to talk about it, she just didn't want to.
"It's a sensitive topic, Rachel," she said finally a few minutes after Rachel had gone silent, somber hazel eyes meeting brown. "You can't just expect me to open up about it right away." She didn't expect Rachel to stop asking questions but she shouldn't expect Quinn to just readily answer them, either. But she did need to give Rachel a semblance of an answer for now. Quinn didn't want her to worry too much and she needed to show her that she did trust her. It would just take some time.
Her eyes darted around as she tried to find the words, tried to figure out what she was comfortable with telling Rachel for now. In time, the whole story would probably come out but for now… "I was a boy." Her hand found Rachel's and squeezed as if to try and draw strength from her even as her eyes concentrated on a thread sticking out from the couch. "Until I wasn't. The doctors found an anomaly when I was two and suddenly I was an in between." Quinn let out a watery laugh. "And a supreme disappointment to my parents."
Quinn turned away from Rachel then and slumped forward, her hand leaving Rachel's as it came up to rub at her face. Not at her eyes. They weren't watering or anything like that. "C-can we just leave it at that for now please?" she muttered. God, she hated anyone seeing her like this.
The words tasted bitter in the air, and vile when she breathed them in. Quinn's self-deprecating laughter made her stomach churn uncomfortably and Rachel felt the urge to run to the nearest bathroom and throw up everything she had eaten. It hurt, seeing Quinn hurting. And she didn't know how to fix it.
She shuffled forward, getting rid of the safe distance Quinn had put between them again. That didn't need to be there. What needed to be there was Rachel, the girl who was in serious like with Quinn. She wanted to always be there, actually.
Her hand rubbed at Quinn's back in a pathetic attempt to soothe her. She didn't know what else to do while Quinn was slumped over and unable to even look up at Rachel, but she leaned in close and pressed her lips against the back of Quinn's clothed ribs, just once. She could feel Quinn's heartbeat from there, and even that felt sad.
With her cheek resting against Quinn's back, her arms somehow snaked their way around her waist too, until she was almost just holding her from behind, while Quinn sat with her head in her hands.
"Will you stay with me tonight?" Rachel asked after a moment of silence where their breathing began to fall into the same rhythm. "Just to sleep. My dads won't be home until late and they'll both be gone by 8 tomorrow. We can get up late." she'd make the compromise if it meant getting Quinn to smile again, or at least not look so sad. And she'd hold off on the questions for now, even though she desperately wanted to know what kind of parents would be disappointed in their daughter for being different.
Being held by Rachel was nice. It calmed her down and soothed her. It untangled the mess of emotions Quinn was feeling, from anger at herself for showing weakness and at her parents for being awful, frustration that she even had to talk about this and that Rachel had brought it up in the first place and then sadness because why couldn't they have just loved her? Her emotions were all over the place but she was glad Rachel was holding her. It made everything seem less overwhelming.
After a moment, Quinn wrapped her own arms around Rachel and buried her head against her neck, just reveling in the feeling and the warmth her girlfriend provided. Sleeping - just sleeping - with Rachel and holding her and being held by her like this all through the night sounded wonderful right about now. "I'd like that," she murmured.
Quinn pressed her lips against Rachel's neck in a gesture of silent thanks. She was ashamed to admit that she hadn't expected Rachel to react like this to something so atypical of her usual cocky self. In the morning, everything would be back to normal, or at least Quinn hoped it would be. She didn't know if she could take Rachel treating her delicately after this. But for now… "Can we stay like this for a little while though?" she asked as her arms tightened slightly around Rachel's waist.
It really wasn't easy. Quinn had so many limits and boundaries, lines that were not to be crossed. Rachel didn't know the rules of the game just yet, and the consequences of getting something wrong with Quinn felt life threatening. And even that was a problem, because Rachel knew without a doubt that Quinn's pride was important to her. Her reputation, her bravado, her brave front, the whole show— that was Quinn's safety, Rachel had learned. And she didn't want to threaten that by being too nice. Equally, she didn't want to be insensitive.
The line she walked was thin, high up, and hovering above certain death, it seemed. And she was stuck, unable to see a way out and unable to ask.
"Sure." she replied softly, because staying still was something she could do for now, and Quinn's arms held on tighter anyway, as if trying to anchor her there, or maybe keep herself anchored. Her hand found its way up to Quinn's hair and ran through the soft pink locks lovingly while Quinn's steady breathing rolled across the skin by her neck, keeping her grounded there too.
"I want to meet your friends." she said out of the blue after long minutes of silence had dragged on. For a little while Rachel thought Quinn had fallen asleep right there cuddled into her neck, but she felt a deep sigh and knew otherwise. "I've been thinking about those girls from the party. The ones who made all those crude remarks. I think next time you're invited to one of those parties, you should take me with you, as your girlfriend this time." Rachel sounded confident, bordering on cocky, but truthfully she was a little shy about asking. She didn't want to intrude on something private of Quinn's, like one of those clingy girlfriends who annoyed the entire universe. But she also didn't want them to think Quinn had slept with her and never seen her again, when in reality, she had the pink haired beast tamed into a something akin to a cuddly house kitten. More secret agent work.
Quinn frowned and pressed another soft kiss to Rachel's neck before pulling away so she could see Rachel's face. On some level, she understood what Rachel was doing, trying to diffuse the gravity of the situation and Quinn was grateful for that. But Rachel with her friends? With the Skanks? It did not compute. But she was already wrapped around Rachel's finger and she couldn't just outright say 'no' so she gave it some thought.
On one hand, introducing Rachel to her friends could potentially make her life easier, as it usually did when your friends and your girlfriend got along. But on the other hand, introducing Rachel to her friends could also spell disaster for her. Especially if they didn't like each other. And then there was the matter of Mack. How exactly did somebody go about introducing their girlfriend to their former fuck buddy and not have it blow up in their faces? Rachel had already shown that she was pretty possessive herself and she didn't know if the news that she regularly hung out with said former fuck buddy would be taken particularly well. If this dilemma didn't distract her from the earlier serious situation then probably nothing would. And Quinn was suitably distracted now, weighing the pros and cons in her mind.
"Well…" she started hesitantly, biting on her lower lip. "They already know that my next couple of weekends are reserved for you." They did. She'd texted them yesterday and said she couldn't hang out during next few weekends and she'd gotten replies along the lines of 'whipped', 'pussy whipped' and 'berry's bitch.' That was pretty much their own twisted version of acceptance. So far, they seemed okay with Rachel. They weren't the types of friends that always needed to hang out with each other anyway.
But there was still the issue of Mack. Quinn worried her lower lip some more and then thought 'fuck it.' Her thing with Mack was over and done with and she was with Rachel now. She didn't want to bring up something that would just cause problems. Finally, Quinn nodded, a smirk forming on her face. "We'll get you something that says 'Quinn's Girlfriend'," she says teasingly. She felt so much lighter now than she had just minutes earlier. The magic of Rachel Berry.
Quinn took an eternity to answer and for a long time, Rachel thought she had stepped on some toes, intruded on a private getaway of Quinn's. The unsure lip-biting wasn't a good sign (even if it did look pretty good.) But Quinn agreed with her usual cocky smirk plastered back onto her lips, and that was a sight Rachel had missed after the heartbreaking minutes they had spent barely scratching the surface of Quinn's condition and what it meant for her home life.
"No way!" she said with raised eyebrows and a shrill voice after Quinn's answer. "That is reserved for your soccer matches only!" Whoops, did she not mention that she was already designing a "Team Quinn" t-shirt? Anyway! "Besides, I liked the way you looked at me at the first party." She was not going to throw away the opportunity to have Quinn staring at her ass all night again by dressing in her usual attire. And she imagined that if she turned up to a party like the last one in her usual short skirt, knee socks and penny loafers, with a "Quinn's Girlfriend" t-shirt on, Quinn's friends wouldn't take to her too well. No, she had to fit in, she wanted to make a good impression, and if she couldn't do that with Quinn's parents then she would with Quinn's friends.
Glancing over at the clock that hung on the wall, Rachel saw that it was getting late, and after the long day they had, Rachel was ready to fall into bed for the night. She stood, holding her hand out for Quinn with a goofy smile, because playing the gentleman was always fun.
"Shall we take this to the bedroom, cutiepie?" she said with a broad smile, knowing that Quinn would probably be adverse to being called a cutie of any sort.
Quinn couldn't fight the smile that broke out on her face even if she wanted to. The mental image of Rachel jumping up and down, cheering her on and wearing a shirt that proudly announced her support of Quinn was one image that she couldn't help but find simply adorable. She was already looking forward to her next match just so she could see that image turn into reality.
She took Rachel's hand, letting herself be helped up and being a little charmed at the gesture. It was a nice gesture, one that filled her with warmth. She rolled her eyes at the cutesy nickname though but was too tired to do anything but nip playfully at Rachel's lower lip in retaliation. Besides, the thought of Rachel back in that outfit she'd worn on Saturday still lingered in her mind and she couldn't be annoyed with that wonderful image in her mind.
Quinn followed Rachel up the stairs into her room. Rachel's room was everything Quinn thought it would be, complete with a gold star on one wall. Without any preamble, Quinn toed off her shoes and climbed into bed. "Your bed is nice," she murmured, eyes fluttering shut. Her day had been a rollercoaster of emotions and she was bone tired. She just wanted to sleep until morning.
But not without Rachel. Toned arms and hazel eyes opened. "Rachel, c'mere," she drawled sleepily. More than anything, she wanted to fall asleep holding Rachel and being held by Rachel. It would just be the second time but Quinn was quickly getting used to it.
Rachel chuckled under her breath at the sleepy woman collapsed in her bed, still fully clothed and everything. She fiddled with her watch while crossing the room to dip down and press a soft kiss to her girlfriend's lips. "Gimme a sec," she murmured back, quiet because she didn't want to break the sleepy atmosphere draping over the room and everything inside it. But she couldn't fall asleep in her skirt, and honestly, she had no idea how Quinn could fall asleep in her jeans.
Rachel moved to the other side of the room where she peeled off her layers of clothing one by one, revealing vast expanses of tan skin shamelessly to sleepy hazel eyes, if they were even open. Either way, she wasn't exactly shy in front of Quinn now. The more time they spent together without sex, the more bashful she felt about the events that took place that night. And then the following morning. But undressing? Well, Quinn had seen a lot more than Rachel in her underwear after a long day, when she was feeling sleepy and unattractive and ready to just curl up in bed with her girlfriend. She still wasn't quite used to that yet. Girlfriend. It had all happened so quickly and dramatically, she could barely wrap her head around it all. But looking over to the soccer player in her bed, she couldn't really complain.
Rachel did turn away to take off her bra, and stayed that way until she had Quinn's soccer jersey on over her head, and then shed her skirt, leaving her in the jersey and her underwear. She put her hair up into a poor excuse for a bun and then slipped into bed beside her girlfriend, stretching her body out against the length of Quinn's. Without another word, she stole a sleepy kiss and whispered "See you in the morning, girlfriend." because okay, she liked the idea of Quinn being her girlfriend. It was pretty exciting still, even when she was half asleep.
It stood as a testament to how tired Quinn was that she didn't even get hard at the sight of Rachel undressing. She did appreciate though because well, she was warm blooded, wasn't she? Without getting off the bed, she sleepily shed her shirt and jeans, leaving her in her boxers and her bra. The more skin contact between her and Rachel the better, she thought.
She settled back into the bed, smiling at Rachel's choice of sleepwear. "Nice shirt," she teased lightly as she gathered up Rachel in her arms. A sigh of contentment left her as they settled comfortably against each other, as if going to bed together was something they did every night. Yeah, this was something she could definitely get used to. Rachel better watch out or Quinn was going to be sneaking into her bed every night just to hold her. And maybe do other things when the time came.
"Goodnight, baby," she murmured. Quinn pressed a kiss to Rachel's forehead, smiling softly as she finally let sleep take her.