With another weekend came another chance to party, so it seemed. Rachel preempted this by asking to meet Quinn's friends officially. As her girlfriend. This time they wouldn't hide away, or leave early to have hot sex. Unfortunately. But Quinn's friends would know her as the real deal, not some one night stand, and that was a big deal to Rachel.
And that's why she was once again rushing around her bedroom while a car honked outside her house, no doubt alerting her parents to the person waiting outside. She had very briefly told them about Quinn, but no more than "We're dating. She has cute cheeks and pink hair." and even forgot to mention her name as she ran out of the door, late for school. Quinn's fault, of course. They had been up late texting.
They hadn't got around to talking about this sudden development yet, but as Rachel rushed out of her house, the two men could be heard trampling towards the nearest window to peer out and see if they could get a look at this new person in their daughter's life.
Rachel, back in pleather, ran out to Quinn's car quickly to keep the cold off of her exposed legs. This time, rather than the skin tight jeans that had been a nightmare to peel off in the heat of the moment, she wore a dress of an ungodly length, skimming her thighs as she ran. Quinn would appreciate it. Her fathers did not.
Her heels clicked against the path until finally, heat. The car provided warm relief to her chilled skin, and the girlfriend provided sweet kisses. "Hi." she murmured into one, safe in the knowledge that her parents wouldn't see them. "I am ready to make your friends love me!" she said with a grin as they set off in the direction of the party.
Like that first night, Quinn's eyes were immediately glued to Rachel's legs. There was just so much on display. Not to mention the fact that that dress was incredibly short and when she wasn't thinking about legs, she was thinking 'easy access.' She snapped her jaw shut long enough to return Rachel's kisses and a "Hey" of her own."I'm not sure they have the hearts required to love, babe," Quinn said teasingly before driving off towards the party.
When they were in the car, Quinn's hand was usually holding Rachel's. Tonight, her hand firmly rested on Rachel's thigh,her thumb circling exposed skin. Could you blame her? Rachel's legs were absolutely heavenly and Quinn could touch them freely. So that's where her hand stayed for the rest of the trip. It would stay there for the rest of the evening too (maybe moving a little bit higher) if it didn't look weird and if Rachel would let her get away with it.
But all too soon, they were at the party and Quinn reluctantly removed her hand from Rachel's leg. "They won't bite," she assured Rachel with a small smile. She drew closer, lips brushing Rachel's before teeth sunk lightly into her bottom lip. "I can't promise I won't though," she breathed against Rachel's lips. She pulled buck, winking playfully before getting out of the car.
The party was already in full swing but Ronnie and Sheila were outside, smoking and clearly waiting for Quinn. "Where's Mack?" she asked as they walked up to them, her hand in Rachel's. A big part of her was hoping Mack had decided to skip the party so Quinn didn't have to go through the awkwardness of introducing them. The rest of her was still stuck on Rachel's dress.
But her hopes were squashed mercilessly when she felt a hand ruffling her hair from behind and a boisterous. Quinn dropped Rachel's hand to smooth her hair and glared at Mack as she took a spot beside Sheila, leering at both Rachel and Quinn. "Sup, Fabray? You going to introduce us to your friend or not?" Quinn glared some more and huffed before introducing them. "Rachel, this is Ronnie, Mack and Sheila," she grumbled. "Guys, my girlfriend." A possessive hand went around Rachel's waist and she glared at them, as if daring her friends to disapprove.
Rachel was still in a little bit of a daze from Quinn's teeth sinking into her bottom lip that way, and the hot rush of words that followed. But somebody pouncing on Quinn from behind harshly yanked her out of her daze and into the present, where a pretty girl was staring lecherously at the couple standing hand-in-hand. Immediately, Rachel felt uncomfortable around the new arrival named Mack, apparently. Only small comfort came from the familiar warmth of Quinn's hand as it slid its way around her and held on, but Rachel would never tire of that possessive grip, and so she allowed herself to sink into Quinn, and this time she did feel a little comforted, even with piercing eyes on them.
"It's nice to meet you," she said politely while trying to decode the expressions on their faces. Did they approve? Did she stick out like a sore thumb here? Were they comparing her to Quinn's last experiment? And how did she measure up if they were?
Through the haze of smoke and smirks and hair dye, Rachel managed to lean up until her lips were against Quinn's ear, where she whispered "Are you sure they won't bite? They look like they want to." It was a joke, but looking at the variety of expressions, Rachel thought it might end up being a serious concern. Especially that Mack girl, who licked her lips once when Rachel caught her eyeing Quinn up and down. Her fingers curled into the fabric of Quinn's t-shirt, pulling her closer. She felt a growl rising in her throat, the possessive need to step in front of Quinn, bare her teeth and warn everybody that Quinn was in fact hers. But unfortunately they weren't living in the stone age, and Rachel had to force down all her primal urges to claim Quinn.
"So." she forced a bright and pleasant tone. After all, she wanted them to like her, even if she wasn't taking particularly fondly to this "Mack" character. The worst part was that she really was a pretty girl. If Rachel had never met Quinn, she would have had such a crush on this girl who was currently staring at her girlfriend. Her girlfriend who was definitely not Mack's, so why was she even looking at her like that? "How do you guys know each other." she asked lightly, but the question was really directed at Mack, of course, with a harder edge to the words than she had intended.
Ronnie and Sheila seemed pretty okay with Rachel, although there was that odd comment about soap, but overall, they were cool with her. Or maybe they were just in too high to give Rachel much of a hard time. Either way, Quinn was grateful but it really wasn't them she was worried about. "We all met in detention in sophomore year," Quinn explained to Rachel, throwing a cautious glance towards Mack. She hoped the other girl could read the expression on her face and keep her mouth shut.
"Well…" The drawl in Mack's voice set Quinn's teeth on edge. Mack had always loved riling her up, sometimes for fun but most of the time, just for the sake of provoking her. It had led to lots of angry sex in the past but right now it just sent a shiver full of dread down Quinn's spine. "Me and Q have always had this special relationship, wouldn't you say Q?" Beside her, Ronnie and Sheila laughed uproariously.
Quinn stiffened, her hand unconsciously tightened its grip on Rachel. "Mack," she growled threateningly. Mack just threw her hands up placatingly and grinned, winking at Rachel. Quinn's jaw clenched even further. Why were they friends again? …because Mack had been one of the few people to accept her for who she was, extra appendage and all and Quinn would always be grateful for that but right she really, really hated Mack.
"Let's go get something to drink, Rach," Quinn gritted out to her girlfriend, tugging her towards the inside of the house. Anything to get Rachel away from Mack and her innuendos, and to keep Quinn from suffering an early aneurism.
Rachel's stomach lurched sickeningly at the tone lacing Mack's words. It clung to her and she couldn't shake it off, weighed down by a "special relationship". Her suspicions grew and spiraled quickly, drawing conclusions from every angle, but all led back to one in particular. The way Quinn growled her name in warning, the way Mack winked at her like she knew something Rachel didn't…
"Quinn." her voice was uncertain, maybe even a little strained. She rejected any alcohol sent her way and opted for a can of diet coke instead. She really didn't want any alcohol in her system right now, sensing that things were close to turning sour judging by Quinn's rigid posture and tense jaw. "What did she mean back there? About your special relationship?"
Rachel's insides churned like they already knew the answer, and to some degree, she must have, because the dread draining through her made her queasy and unsteady on her feet. But she was determined too, determined that this night wouldn't go to hell, so she stayed close, one hand on her girlfriend's hip intimately if not possessively. See? She was fine. Good, maybe even great! Mack didn't bother her at all. Rachel tugged on Quinn's hip a little harder than intended to pull her closer, but she was still fine! Light and breezy and not at all bothered!
Kind of.
Quinn threw her drink of gin and tonic without the tonic back with a wince. Fuck that burned. But she felt like she needed the liquid courage to tell Rachel the truth. Rachel pulled her a little harder than needed into her and that pretty much confirmed that she was in deep shit. And she hadn't drunk nearly enough alcohol to dull it a little. Quinn rubbed at the back of her neck with one hand while the other stayed on Rachel's waist, drawing patterns that were hopefully soothing. Every little bit would help right now.
"Umm…" she started hesitantly, casting a look around. This was not the ideal venue or time to be telling Rachel this (that would be nowhere and never) but she supposed, with a heavy sigh, that it had to come out eventually. She just wished it hadn't been this way. "You remember that other girl I told you about…?" She trailed off and bit her lower lip. She was expecting the fallout from her statement to be huge when Rachel put two and two together.
But that didn't mean she wouldn't do anything to maybe just stop the fallout from happening altogether. "We talked about this, remember?" she whispered soothingly into Rachel's ear. "You're better in every way, babe." There. That should smoothing things over. …right? Hopefully.
Rachel tensed as everything became clear, and it was every bit as horrifying as she had expected.Her? Mack? The girl with the smirk and the wink and the… the everything!
Rachel had no right to be mad, she knew that. Rationally, at least, she knew. But to her current illogical and insecure mind, she was mad. Furious, in fact. But on top of furious, she was feeling the familiar sense of insecurity creepy across her skin, making her clothes feel weird and wrong, and her hair feel heavy and suffocating. And then there were those soothing words, nice words that told her logical mind that Quinn liked her, not Mack.
Logic and insecurity conflicted in her mind, fought each other loudly somewhere inside her skull.
"Her?" she finally spoke with the tiniest voice while her brain collided with its own conflicting views, struggling to process the information and what it actually meant for her. She changed her mind about the alcohol and took a bottle of whatever was closest. It turned out to be beer, which wasn't nearly strong enough for the situation, but probably better because of it. "Okay." she finally nodded after a long swig of carbonated alcohol slid down her throat. "Let's go back." she said firmly. She had several objectives here: 1. Face the facts of what had happened. Quinn had slept with this pretty hot girl a fair amount of times, and Mack still gave her that predatory look with bedroom eyes, which probably meant that the sex was amazing. But better with Rachel, right? 2. Make sure everybody knows exactly who Quinn belongs to. She didn't care if it made her look possessive. 3. Compare herself to Mack. Simple! Taking Quinn's hand in her own, she marched them back like a woman on a mission, determination set deep in her eyes. "Thinks she can look at my girlfriend." she muttered under her breath as she replayed that vile wink in her mind. And suddenly there they were, in front of Mack and whoever the other two were, and Mack drawled her greeting with a cocky eyebrow raised, which immediately had Rachel pressing into Quinn with more purpose. "Mack." she said flatly, all warmth draining from her usually friendly brown eyes. If she had to strip Quinn down and make her claim right here and now, she would.
Quinn was genuinely scared now. Why were they going back? Why couldn't they have stayed inside, away from the drama? Normally, she thought that determined look on Rachel's face was hot and okay, it was still hot but it was also scary now. What was Rachel planning? Homicide was the first word that came to mind but that probably wasn't right. Probably. Rachel pressed into her and Quinn blinked slowly in confusion. What was going on?
Mack raised an eyebrow in interest at Rachel's action and smirked. Was that how she was going to play it? "Hey, Q?" Quinn's eyes shot to her, clearly confused with what was going on but wary at the same time. "I've got this kink on my shoulder. Think you could work it out with your fingers? She's really talented with her fingers, isn't she, Rachel?" she asked in a voice laden with innuendo. Mack had always loved provoking reactions from people and she was guessing Quinn and Rachel would give her the best reactions yet.
Quinn was practically stiff as a board, her fingers curled into Rachel's skin. Jesus freaking Christ. She knew this party was a bad, bad idea but Rachel had pouted and she had given in like that. The thoughts about what happened that first party hadn't helped either.
If looks could kill, Mack would be running for her life, right now. "Don't listen to her, Rach, she's just trying to get a rise out of you," she whispered in Rachel's ear, glaring daggers at Mack.
Mack only shrugged, as if to say 'I don't know what you're talking about.'
Her glare was ablaze, she was so furious, and Mack's taunting made the muscles in her shoulders tense up immediately. Worse was that Mack was right, Quinn was talented with her fingers, and they both knew that because they had both felt Quinn bring them each to an orgasm. Rachel despised that idea. The image of pink hair nestled between Mack's thighs wouldn't leave her mind either, or Quinn's shiny lips, or long, slender fingers dipping past her lips as she tasted her partner on herself. It was all too much.
With her jaw set firmly in place, she examined Mack's expression as if it might give away part of her intention. Did she still have feelings for Quinn? Did she resent her for dating another person— a more talented person, too, not just vocally, but sexually. And probably in the kitchen too.
When she felt more than heard another whisper beside her ear, she allowed her darkened eyes to break from Mack's and meet Quinn's.
"She's right." Rachel said simply as an idea began to stir inside somewhere. "In fact," her voice dropped, dripping with the raw kind of sexuality usually reserved for their private conversations. Though still quiet, she made sure Quinn's friends would hear. "Why don't you remind me of just how talented your fingers are?" she husked suggestively. Part of her knew it was ridiculous, that she would be humiliated in the morning when she was thinking straight. But for now, her hand slithered down the front of Quinn's body, settling at the front of her jeans. All belief that they could or should wait for their third date evaporated, and all she cared about was proving herself to Mack, and maybe to her own insecure, doubtful voice inside her head.
"Come on." she growled in demand, no room for question anywhere. "What was it you said last time? Best you ever had?" Rachel's icy eyes pierced Mack's unforgivingly as she marched her woman away, over to the car where she pushed Quinn hard against it and immediately pressed her own body into Quinn's. She released her frustration in deep, harsh kisses taken from Quinn's lips. Her teeth were unkind to Quinn's bottom lip first, then her neck, her collarbone; any sensitive place immediately available, while her greedy hands felt their way around Quinn's curves, spending an unhealthy amount of time at her chest.
"Mine." she growled against Quinn's neck between marking her there.
Quinn let out a small whimper as Rachel's hand traveled to the front of her jeans. This was a bad idea. Monumentally bad and they would both regret it soon enough but Quinn was almost past caring at this point. The past week had been an exercise in sexual frustration, what with their hot kisses and wandering hands and Rachel's coy looks. She let Rachel lead her away, her mind in a daze even as Mack looked on with a sour expression on her face.
"Yours, baby," she murmured, moaning at the feel of Rachel's teeth on her neck and her hands on her breasts. She was usually so in control during these situations but a part of her felt as if Rachel needed this. Also, Quinn was really horny and she'd take anything right now. Quinn's hand on Rachel's waist tightened their grip and pulled her closer into her, erection rubbing against her.
Quinn's eyes fluttered open, catching Mack's sour look turning into one of interest. She growled against Rachel's ear. She did not share. In a swift move, she switched their places so Rachel was pushed up against the car and sealed her mouth over hers Her hands trailed down to Rachel's exposed legs, lifting one around her waist, alll the better to rock against Rachel.
A niggling voice at the back of her head was telling her that this wasn't the time or place for this, not before their third date, the one she'd already planned for and definitely not when Rachel was being influenced by Mack's words. But she couldn't form enough coherent thought to voice those concerns. All she could do was pull back, breathing harshly and ask, "Are you sure about this, Rach?"
As Rachel was pushed up against the car herself, all the air left her lungs and all she could do was gasp as her leg was hiked up around Quinn's waist and Quinn's mouth was on hers again. With her eyes closed, and their hands all over each other, Rachel almost forgot about Mack. Almost. But Quinn's voice made her chocolatey eyes flick back over to where Mack was watching them, and Rachel had never felt more conflicted.
She wanted to say yes, they had to keep going because she could feel Quinn's erection pressing into her and she really did want this, she missed it. But she wanted to say no, not like this. They agreed to make it special and doing this to prove something to Mack did not make it special. It was nothing to do with her.
But she had to say yes, because Mack's words were ringing in the back of her mind harshly, and she had no other choice. She couldn't let Mack win.
"I'm sure." she lied, rocking her hips up and into Quinn once more as their mouths collided in a frenzied kiss. Her heart sank as soon as she agreed to it, knowing that it was the wrong thing to do with sudden clarity, and yet she couldn't take it back. Instead she broke them apart and stole the car keys from Quinn's pocket, because she was thinking clearly enough to know that Quinn shouldn't drive after knocking back those stronger drinks. She didn't even look to Quinn as she drove them back to her house. This was such a mistake. It all felt wrong.
Her mind was a haze of alcohol and lust as Rachel drove. There was still that feeling at the back of her mind that they shouldn't be doing this. What had happened to the third date she had meticulously planned out? What had happened to making it special? But then hadn't Rachel said that as long as it was them that it would be special?
Doubt was starting to seep into her now and at a stoplight, she leaned over and pressed a kiss against Rachel's neck, glancing at her to confirm that yes, she really wanted this, that she was perfectly fine with going home and having sex with Quinn. She had said so, hadn't she? Why would Rachel lie? But Quinn saw no assurance there. Rachel wouldn't even look at her. She reeled back as if stung, buzz suddenly gone and pain settling in her chest.
"Rachel, pull over," she muttered, her head leaning against the cool window pane. The car slowed down and Quinn looked over at Rachel with an accusing look. "You don't really want this, do you?" Without waiting for answer - she could already see it all over her face - Quinn unbuckled her seat belt and opened the car door, needing the fresh air. She was hurt that Rachel would lie to her about that. Why would she even lie?
It didn't take long for the hurt to turn into anger when she realized why Rachel would lie. Quinn's jaw clenched and she looked away from her girlfriend. "Would you have let me fuck you all the while hating it just because you were jealous of Mack?" she gritted out, not once looking back at Rachel. She needed to hear it this time.
Rachel's plan was turning sour fast. Quinn, even when drunk on alcohol and lust, managed to put the pieces together, and Rachel felt her cheeks flame in embarrassment.
"No!" she yelled quickly when the words were too much, hanging in the air like that. When her insecurities were so plain and she felt so humiliated, because yes, she was jealous and Mack had made her doubt herself. Rachel rounded Quinn to face her, bodies close and hands appealing for calm when they rested at her hips. "I do want this. I want you." she pressed desperate kisses against Quinn's neck, begging to continue with their journey, to just prove this to herself. "I could never hate sleeping with you." she whispered truthfully against Quinn's bruised neck where hickeys wrapped paths around the skin there. But honestly, truth wasn't her concern here. Just a happy coincidence.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that Quinn's anger was a defense mechanism, and that she was hurt by Rachel's insensitive, and frankly ridiculous actions, but she was preoccupied with selfish thoughts of winning. Of taking Quinn in a way that Mack couldn't anymore.
"Come on, babe." she all but purred beside Quinn's ear as her hand slid lower against the front of her jeans. She needed Quinn to want her again, otherwise things were about to turn from ugly to plain hellish. "Take me here, against the car." she whispered as her rubbing progressed to squeezing, to massaging. Anything to get an erection out of her, to feel wanted and desirable and better than Mack, who was still at the forefront of her mind.
Quinn wanted to stay angry, she did, because this was seriously some fucked up shit going on. But she couldn't help but get turned on either, not with the way Rachel was rubbing up against her, her hand working its magic on her rapidly hardening cock. She was angry, furious even but she was also turned on beyond belief. Quinn took Rachel's mouth with hers, not even bothering to be gentle or playful about it. Their kisses were harsh, almost violent, full of anger and teeth and tongue. She decided that if this is what Rachel wanted, she would give it to her. Oh, would she give it to her.
"Get in the backseat of the car," she ordered in a voice that brooked no argument. Quinn had enough presence of mind to realize that she couldn't take Rachel against her car door when there were other cars driving by. The backseat would have to do.
Quinn reached into the glove compartment and took out a box of condoms she'd stashed there after that first night, just in case. She took one of the condoms and tossed it towards Rachel before climbing into the backseat, on top of her. Her knee wedged itself between Rachel's, spreading her for Quinn. One hand reached up to palm Rachel's breast roughly, tugging at a nipple through her dress. She'd been fantasizing about taking this dress off of Rachel ever since she'd first seen her in it but now there was just a vile taste in her mouth.
"If you want gentle, you're going to have to tell me to stop, Rachel," Quinn rasped, teeth biting harshly into her neck. Her other hand was already tugging at Rachel's panties, just waiting for her confirmation. As angry and as turned on Quinn was, she hadn't totally lost her mind. One word from Rachel and she'd be off her in a second and taking a long walk home. But despite that, if Rachel wanted her to continue, there was no way she could be gentle.
When Quinn chucked a condom in her direction, she almost forgot who they were, why they were doing this and how fucked up things had really become. She almost made a joke about Quinn's eloquent mating ritual, almost went back to their playful, teasing relationship. But then Quinn was on top and Rachel hurtled back into reality, grounded there by her girlfriend's thigh pressing between two of her own. Quinn was rough and careless, with her breasts, her lips, even her panties, and Rachel grew wetter and wetter at the hands of her girlfriend. But the pause was enough to remind Rachel that Quinn did care. She let her eyes close in a moment of reflection, contemplation. Why was she doing this? Quinn didn't want it like this. Rachel didn't want it like this. Why weren't they going home and making love like they both wanted to?
"I don't want gentle." she lied, and in the next second, her panties were gone and her dress was pushed up around her hips. Rachel tugged hard on Quinn's jeans in response. The button pinged off somewhere in the car, but Rachel was preoccupied. She slid the zipper down and roughly pulled on the denim where she found Quinn's hard cock impatiently ready, straining inside her boxers. Rachel took a second to admire, but only a second before she was furiously kissing her girlfriend again, teeth sinking in hard. There was no turning back now.
She shoved Quinn away from her just enough to get to her cock, where she tore the little foil packet open with her teeth and rolled the condom down her shaft with dexterous fingers. Quinn had talented fingers. Mack knew that. Rachel hated that. Once protected, she wrapped her hand around it and spread her legs, tugging carelessly to guide Quinn to where she needed her as quickly as possible.
"Fuck me." she hissed beside Quinn's ear while her hands relocated to her ass, pulling her in closer until she felt the very tip of Quinn's cock slide against her clit just once. Her hips jumped a little at the sudden sensation, her body starving for more. Mack would never have this. Not again, anyway.
At Rachel's hissed order, Quinn thrust all eight inches into Rachel without a second thought. "Fuck," she gasped, stilling her hips just for a moment to let her girlfriend adjust to her size. She'd forgotten just how tight Rachel was, how good she felt around her, squeezing her cock for all it was worth. Quinn wanted nothing more than to pound into Rachel's pussy and feel it squeezing her tighter. So she did.
Quinn started thrusting into Rachel, rough and fast, with more force than she had dared during their first time. She didn't want it gentle, right? The hand on Rachel's breast moved to tug her dress down, exposing her chest to Quinn's gaze and the warm, humid air in the car. Mesmerized, she watched them bounce with each harsh thrust before she let out a low groan and lowered her mouth to take one in her mouth. Her tongue circled one hard nipple, her teeth scraping it a second later.
Rachel's grip on her tightened and Quinn growled in approval, hips moving harder. She pulled back slightly, both hands going under Rachel to raise her hips so she could angle her thrusts and hit that bundle of nerves inside her.
"This what you wanted, baby?" she mumbled gruffly, head dipping down so she could lick a path from between Rachel's breasts to her neck. "Tell me what I'm doing to, Rachel, how well I'm fucking you." Her teeth bit down on that one spot on her girlfriend's neck. God, this was so fucked up but she couldn't bring herself to stop, not when Rachel looked so debauched beneath her.
Her nails sunk into Quinn's skin as soon as all eight inches pushed into her. And fuck, that was good. She felt her hips push and pull with each of Quinn's rough, unforgiving thrusts, until Quinn readjusted her and it got even better. Each time Quinn pounded into her, the head of her cock would hit that magical spot inside, and her whole world shut down, went black and everything disappeared but the movements of her girlfriend. Her girlfriend, and Mack.
Rachel buried her face in Quinn's neck, as if it would protect her from the overwhelming sense of emotion and confusion and embarrassment crashing over her in waves. It was all so wrong, and this wasn't giving her the sense of accomplishment she had hoped for in the first place. She needed more, something else, something better.
"You're so good," she gasped when Quinn's cock drove into her harder. "Fucking me so hard, Quinn. Making me yours," she panted with her eyes screwed shut and her eyebrows knitted together as she tried hard to rid herself of images of Quinn and Mack doing this together. She clawed at Quinn's shirt in frustration and pushed it up over her head clumsily in a sudden need for more skin. She revealed a bra which she all but tore off, one strap snapping as yet another item of Quinn's clothing was rendered useless. She cupped one breast, tweaked the nipple harshly as she scraped her teeth against the hollow of Quinn's throat savagely.
"I need more," she groaned in frustration as her nails left long red streaks down Quinn's back. "I need— I need…" what did she need? A long, pleasured moan interrupted her as Quinn hit knew depths and her clit bumped against the girl's pelvis. "Fuck me like you never fucked her." Rachel finally tried to demand, but her voice came off pleading and needy as her lips worked on kissing the places she had bitten so harshly, as if she could take back the punishing bites and bruised skin. "Do it. Anything." she begged again.
A lump settled in Quinn's throat at Rachel's begging and tears pricked her eyes. She'd known deep inside that that had been the reason for this but she had refused to believe it even when it was staring her right in the face. This, the pleading in Rachel's words, her actual words, couldn't be ignored though. It had been about Mack and Rachel's insecurities with her all along.
"Okay," she murmured, swallowing the lump in her throat and burying her head against Rachel's neck. She hoped she hadn't noticed the moisture in her eyes. "Okay," Quinn repeated, slowing her hips so her thrusts were slow and measured. Soft kisses were trailed all along Rachel's neck as Quinn made her way up to her lips, pressing them tenderly together. She took Rachel's hands in hers and held them down, away from her body. She didn't think she could stand Rachel touching her right now, not after what she'd just realized.
Slowly, a complete contrast to her harsh, frenzied motions earlier, she continued to move inside Rachel, pressing tender kisses to whatever skin she could reach. She hoped Rachel understood what she was doing, that she was doing exactly what Rachel had pleaded for her to do. Her and Mack had never been slow and tender like this, had never made love. This should have been what Rachel's first time should have been like, this was what she had planned for their second time. That didn't mean a small part of her didn't hate this, how this had started and how she was just going along with it.
One hand moved down between their bodies to Rachel's clit as she continued rocking her hips back and forth. Quinn needed her to come because she didn't know how long she could last.
A small trickle of relief attempted to put out the fire inside her when Quinn's rough motions slowed and her skin was dotted with soft, wonderful kisses. She sighed, moving her hands up to slide through Quinn's hair as the conflict inside her began to settle, and she began to feel more like herself with her girlfriend who she was in serious like with. But on their journey, Quinn's hands caught her own and pinned them down, away from her. She understood without needing to question, and she didn't even blame Quinn for resenting her after their night together. She hated Mack, and it was stupid, because this wasn't Mack's fault. It was all her own fault, and all Quinn had done was everything she possibly could to make Rachel okay with it. Rachel didn't deserve the kind of attention Quinn gave her, and so she didn't struggle when her hands were rejected. She just turned her head to the side, eyes focused on anything but Quinn's while their hips moved together in a slow, reverent timing. She had never felt so disconnected from her girlfriend.
"I'm sorry," she whispered when Quinn's fingers— extremely talented fingers— circled her swollen clit, bringing her closer and closer to climax. Tears pooled in her eyes and she couldn't stand to think of what they'd do after this, how they'd recover. Her hand, now free again, cupped Quinn's cheek and pulled her into a soft kiss laden with apologies and regrets and tears sliding down her cheeks, or maybe Quinn's. She had to pull away again soon though when her body couldn't take anymore, hips involuntarily bucking into Quinn's hand, into her body as she tightened around the cock inside her. She came with Quinn's name on her lips in a whisper and tears still twinkling on her lashes, similar to Quinn's. She rode it out, registering mutely that Quinn was right there too, tumbling over the edge.
Hazel eyes slammed shut at the whispered apology. She hated it, hated that Rachel was apologizing, hated that she had let it get this far, hated that this had even started in the first place. Quinn nodded slightly, her cheek leaning into Rachel's hand as they kissed. She didn't hate Rachel though, she probably never could but her anger had drained away and all that was left was this throbbing ache in her chest that she didn't know how to deal with.
But that was pushed to the back of her mind for a moment as Rachel tightened so sweetly around her, whispering her name. It was enough to send Quinn over the edge, whimpering quietly as she came, thrusting erratically into Rachel to ride out both of their orgasms. Her head fell tiredly against Rachel's, their breaths and tears intermingling. "I'm sorry, too," she whispered, lips brushing her girlfriend's softly. Her mind was plagued with should haves. She should have never let herself get carried away with anger, should have told Mack to take a hike, should have reassured Rachel as soon as she suspected. But she hadn't done any of those and now Quinn didn't know what to do with the situation.
She pulled out of Rachel gently, taking care of the condom before zipping up her pants and pulling on her shirt, neglecting her ruined bra. Quinn helped Rachel fix her dress, draping the jacket she always forgot to take out of the backseat over her shoulders. "I can drive now," she said quietly as her shaky hands buttoned the jacket up. "I'm gonna take you home." Her eyes flicked up to meet Rachel's and the corner of her mouth tugged up slightly before falling. She honestly didn't know what was going to happen between them now. Her current plan of action was to take Rachel home, go home and maybe smoke two packs of cigarettes.
"Just stay here in the back," she instructed Rachel, pushing a lock of brown hair behind her ear and wiping the tear tracks on her cheeks. Without getting out of the car, Quinn climbed into the front seat and started them on their way towards the Berry house.
Rachel let her eyes fall close as the car rumbled to life. She dropped her forehead against the window and tried to erase the night from her memory, tried to forget that Quinn had just come inside her and that her first words following were an apology. She tried to forget that they were both in tears throughout, and that the first time they even attempted something close to making love, Quinn couldn't stand to have Rachel touch her, and Rachel couldn't bear to look into her eyes. It was all a mess, and now they weren't even in the same half of the car, and the distance felt unnatural. Worse than that, it felt necessary. Rachel didn't know how either of them would begin to deal with a functional relationship again.
She sighed and her breath fogged up the window. They were at her house. Lights were still on, so she knew her dads were up still. Was that a blessing or a curse? She didn't know, and she didn't know how to say goodbye now. They should probably talk, Rachel should explain and apologize for what she had pushed them both into. But how could she even begin?
"I guess I should go in," she said instead, willing Quinn to tell her not to, to stay here and go back to Quinn's house where they would kiss and make up. But if Quinn couldn't even have Rachel's hands on her, she figured that kind of option wasn't currently available to her. "I'm sorry." she said again, opening the door to swooping night air. It was harsh on her legs, but her upper half was safely bundled up in Quinn's jacket. It smelled like smoke and that underlying Quinn smell that she loved so much. Rachel stepped out on shaky legs that threatened to topple her over in her high heels, but she managed. She didn't suppose Quinn would walk her to her door, or even give her a kiss goodbye, all things considered. So she settled for a shy, uncertain wave through the window before scurrying towards her door.
Quinn's heart twisted in her chest as Rachel exited the car, her words of apology hanging in the air. Her hands tightened on the steering wheel as she willed herself to stay put. She wasn't ready for things to be okay yet. She needed time to think and smoke and sulk. But then Rachel waved through the window with this look on her face and Quinn's resolve crumbled.
"Rachel, wait," she called out as she got out of the car. She cast a cautious glance towards the windows of the house, knowing that the Berry dads could be watching them. But Quinn didn't care about that as much as she usually did because Rachel had this sad, uncertain look on her face and she hated herself for putting it there. Coming into this relationship, she had just wanted to make Rachel happy. She stopped a couple of feet away from Rachel and rubbed at the back of her neck. "I'm going to need some time," she mumbled, scuffing her shoes against the pavement. "And…and we should probably cool down for a little while." It pained her that she even had to say that but she hoped Rachel would understand why. Hell, Quinn didn't fully even understand why but Rachel always had this eerie way of just knowing.
She let out a small sigh and hesitantly reached for Rachel's hand, taking it in hers, her thumb brushing against the soft skin. "But you should know that I'm still in serious like with you, Rachel Berry," Quinn murmured, stepping forward to kiss Rachel on the cheek. No, Quinn wasn't okay and yes, she was a little mad at Rachel and plenty hurt by what had happened tonight and yes, she still needed time. But that didn't change the fact that she really did like Rachel. "I just need some time, okay?" she said, meeting Rachel's eyes. "Maybe you do, too."
Rachel nodded in understanding, though it still hurt. She didn't resent Quinn for needing time to recover from it all, but the kiss to her cheek made it a lot worse. Her heart threw itself against the inside of her ribcage, itchy with the need to kiss and make up. Neither Quinn or Rachel were ready for that, no matter what her heart wanted, so she shyly curled her fingers around the sleeves of Quinn's jacket she was wearing, like even her fingers wanted to hide from the situation. She didn't know exactly what they'd be doing in this time they were taking to cool down, or more importantly, who Quinn would be spending time with while she took time to recover from whatever hell Rachel put her through tonight. This time she needed… was it a break? A break up? Were they still exclusive? Had she pushed Quinn into the exact situation that she had been afraid of all along? Was she allowed to call Quinn her girlfriend still? All these questions, without the right to ask any.
"Okay." she agreed blindly, because whatever Quinn wanted, Rachel had no right to disagree with it now. "I'm sorry." she said again, like one apology wasn't enough and she had to keep piling more and more up. "Can we stay friends while we take time to cool down?" she asked cautiously, because whether they were breaking up or just taking a breather, Rachel didn't want to lose the presence she had become reliant on for laughs and lazy evenings in the kitchen, with Rachel cooking and humming along to whatever song was stuck in her head, and Quinn complaining about her belly growling while burying her nose into Rachel's neck distractingly. Maybe they wouldn't get to be quite so affectionate with each other for a while, or at all, but she didn't want to lose the company completely. She was in serious like with Quinn, after all, regardless of their label.
Quinn thought about it for a second then nodded. Yes, they could be friends. When she got home and everything hit her again, she'd probably trash her room, chain smoke a pack of cigarettes and not talk to anybody for the next few days but she could be friends with Rachel. Friends would probably be ideal for now. She and Rachel had just jumped into things and they didn't really know each other that well. If Quinn had known Rachel better, she'd have seen the insecurity as soon as Mack showed up. If Rachel had known Quinn better, she would never have cause to be insecure around Mack. "Yeah, we can do that," she said with a small tug at the corners of her lips.
Her eyes darted towards the windows of the Berry house and sure enough, there were two heads peaking out through the curtains. That was her cue to get out of there. "You should go in," she told Rachel. "You've got to be freezing." Quinn certainly was but she cared more about Rachel getting warm than her right now. She pressed a kiss to Rachel's forehead and pulled away. "Goodnight, Rachel." With a small smile, she trudged back to her car, sliding in and sighing at the warmth the heater provided. She didn't move though, until Rachel closed the front door behind her. With a shaking hand, whether from the cold or nerves, she reached into the glove compartment to get her pack of cigarettes. Might as well start now.