A/N: Ack the response to this fic is seriously blowing me away. Thanks sooo much for all the reviews! This chapter is pretty short, but necessary. I think the next chapter is going to be a little short too.. but hopefully that means I will be able to get it up before the weekend is over. Also, I posted a couple Brittberry/Pieberry sketches at my tumblr if you're interested (miseradreamer).
"We need to talk," Quinn said, leaning against the locker beside mine as I got my books out for math class. I looked over her shoulder and noticed Santana hadn't been to her locker yet today, before glancing at Quinn.
"About taxidermy," I asked, maybe 'Stupid Brittany' was useful sometimes, "Because it turns out it has nothing to do with taxis."
"Don't do that," Quinn sighed, rolling her eyes, "You know what I want to talk about."
I shrugged and closed my locker, turning away and beginning to walk towards my class, "Honestly Q, I have no idea what you're talking about."
She quickened her pace to keep in stride with me and said, "Umm let's see, long brown hair, five-three, name rhymes with Bachel, ring any bells?"
"Nope," I said, refusing to slow down.
Her hand grabbed my arm stopping me, "The girl you serenaded in front of the whole school in the cafeteria yesterday?"
"Fine," I sighed, folding my arms across my chest, "So are you going to ask me if I've lost my mind or tell me I can do better or-"
"You know me better than anyone else knows me," she interrupted, eyeing the passing students and making sure to keep her voice low enough for only me to hear, "You're the one I run to when I feel like I can't hold on anymore, when I'm falling away from the world. You see me at my weakest moments, the only one that sees me at my weakest moments. Do you really think I would say those things to you?"
"I don't know, Quinn," I said truthfully, Quinn was a bigger enigma than anyone I had ever met. I could never tell what was going on in her head, "You hate Rachel."
"I don't hate, Rachel," she huffed, rolling her eyes as if it was painful to admit it, "I just find her incredibly annoying sometimes. All the time."
"So why do you want to talk about her then, if it's not to tell me to stop seeing her," I asked, confused.
"Because the third person in our little trio, is having a mental breakdown as we speak," Quinn whispered, her eyes once again following the other students to make sure no one was listening.
"Santana," I said, I knew she would take it rough, but I really couldn't guess how hard it would be, I could never tell with her wild emotions, "Where is she?"
"Home," Quinn nodded and sighed, "working on her fifth container of Ben and Jerry's."
"Chunky Monkey," I said hopefully, but Quinn shook her head.
"Chubby Hubby," she whispered and leaned in towards me, "And she keeps adding whip cream and sprinkles to it."
"Well," I said taking a deep breath and falling back against the locker behind me, "At least she hasn't added the-"
"And Nutella," Quinn nodded with a disgusted face, "You need to do something. I hate it when you two are fighting."
"I'm not fighting with her," I protested, knocking my head back against the locker, "She's fighting with me. Right now, there's nothing I can do to fix this. I just gotta wait for her to come around."
"And if she doesn't," she suggested, raising an eyebrow.
"Do you really think she'd throw away our whole friendship," I questioned, doubtful that Santana would actually let this ruin us completely.
"I think you underestimate how much she hates Rachel," Quinn said just as the late bell rang and gave me a pointed look before departing to her next class.
"What did she want," Rachel said, appearing on the other side of me and startling me, proudly wearing the hickey I had given her the evening before and not even trying to cover it.
"She's just jealous I got to you before she could," I shrugged, deciding it would be better if I didn't bring up Santana, "She was planning to serenade you with Seal's Kiss from a Rose at lunch today, but I guess I kinda wrecked that plan yesterday."
Rachel's eyes went wide as she played along, her gaze following Quinn down the hall, "Really? Head cheerleader Quinn Fabray is in love with me?"
She began to walk after her as if in a trance and I grabbed her arm and pulled her against me, wrapping my arms around her to rest my hands at the small of her back, chuckling as I growled, "My girlfriend."
"Girlfriend," she repeated with a smile as she dropped her eyes to her hands resting lightly on my chest.
"Is that okay," I asked nervously, maybe she thought we weren't there yet?
"Yes," her eyes switching between me and her hands, "It's just the first time you said it."
"Definitely not the last," I said, glancing around to gage how many people were still staggering through the halls to get to class. Deciding it was a small enough amount, who were more interested in their own lives to pay attention to mine, I leaned down and shared our second kiss in the halls of McKinley. I could feel her smile against my lips and she bounced excitedly on the balls of her feet and I broke the kiss to question her reaction.
"What," I asked, brushing my knuckles against her cheek as she beamed.
"I'm kissing my girlfriend in the hallway," she said, bouncing on her toes again, blinding me with her radiating, white smile.
"You know what else you're doing," I smiled back, kissing her lightly on her cute nose.
"What," she asked, her teeth biting down on her lip as she waited curiously for my response.
I leaned down towards her ear and whispered, "You're missing math class."
When I pulled back, I saw her expression had grown fearful as she twisted to see the clock on the wall, confirming the fact that class had started ten minutes ago.
"Come on," I laughed, taking her hand in mine, "Maybe we can slip in without anyone noticing."
As I turned, I was suddenly met with a blast of ice liquid, hitting my face as if I was being pelted by hail. The little shards of ice shot up my nose and flew into my mouth, momentarily cutting off my airflow and halting all my movements. I didn't understand what had just happened. I tried to open my eyes, but they burned when the sticky liquid came into contact with them and I squeezed them shut again, feeling the thick fluid ooze from my tear ducts and stream a new trail down my cheeks.
There was a cackle of laughter followed by, "That's what you get for dating a reject."
I felt Rachel's hand leave mine and then then both hands wiping the slushie from my face and eyes.
"Are you okay," she asked and I could finally open my eyes to see her worried look.
"Wow," I said softly, feeling it uncomfortably drip down underneath my shirt all the way down to the waistband of my jeans, "That really sucks. I feel extra bad for ever doing that to someone."
"Come on," Rachel sighed, taking my arm in hers and leading me towards the girl's bathroom, "Let's get you cleaned up."
When we got inside the bathroom she pushed a chair up to one of the sinks as I stood by the other, staring at my blue form in the mirror almost amused with my resemblance to a smurf. I turned on the water, leaning over the sink to clean my face, and then satisfied that I had that part of me clean, I stood up straight, sighing at my stained shirt and the chunky blue streaks in my hair. Without a second thought about Rachel's presence, being so used to stripping with an audience in the Cheerios locker room, I lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it into the sink, filling it up with warm water to try to soak the stain out. My white bra was almost completely blue, and I still had slushie chunks rolling down my chest and stomach.
"Sit," Rachel commanded, pointing to the chair in front of the seat, but her eyes fixed on my breasts and her tongue was swiping back and forth over her bottom lip. I hid my smirk as I sat down in the chair, leaning my head back over the sink so that she could wash the slush from my hair.
She turned the warm water on, tangling her fingers in my long blond hair and I closed my eyes to the relaxing sensations of the massage she was giving to my scalp. I bit my lip, trying, unsuccessfully, to stifle my low moan as her thumbs pressed to the tips of my ears, tracing the curve of them.
The bathroom was entirely silent, except for the sound of the water in the sink, and the light moans that escaped my lips, but Rachel wasn't saying a word and her silence left me wondering as to what she was thinking.
Her gentle fingers disappeared from my hair and for a moment there was nothing, then suddenly I felt a weight on my lap and my eyes shot open and I raised my head to find Rachel straddling me. Her finger traced a blue trail down my chest, in between my breasts, all the way down to where the ice had pooled in my navel and without a word, her tongue was slowly following that same path, scooting herself backwards so that she could dip her tongue into my navel. My hands grabbed at her hair and I pulled her head back after her tongue had traced the skin of my lower abdomen, just above the edge of my jeans, because unless we were planning to do the deed right now in the girls bathroom, I wasn't going to be able to keep control of myself. But I soon realized that holding her head back, with her eyes locked on mine, seemed to be just as arousing as her licking the slushie from my abs.
"Don't be a tease," I growled, roughly, my wet hair adding beads of water to roll down my torso along with the slushie.
"Sorry," she blushed as my grip on her hair loosened, "Blue's my favourite flavour."
"I don't have the strength to hold back when you do things like that," I explained, my eyes fixated on my thumb tracing her pouting, bottom lip, "I'm not used to waiting."
"Sorry," she whispered the apology and my eyes shot up to hers, breaking from the trance.
"That's not what I meant," I said sternly, "I want to wait. I want to know what it feels like to hold back everything until that perfect right moment. It's never meant anything to me before, but it does with you. With you it means everything. My first time wasn't memorable, but yours is going to be."
"Thank you," she smiled, about to lean forward to hug me then realized my torso was still covered in blue slushie and lifted my palm to her lips instead. "It means a lot to me that you respect me like that and are willing to wait with me."
"I'm clean," I said suddenly as the thought hit my head and she gave me a half surprised, half confused look, and I was mentally smacking myself in the head for blurting that out, "I mean, I know I've slept with a lot of people, but I just want you to know, I don't have anything."
She mouthed an 'Oh' and her eyes looked away for a moment before looking back at me, "Can we not ever mention again the amount of people you've been with? It kinda freaks me out."
"Never again," I agreed, tucking her hair between her ears and studying her face, reminded again just how much I loved looking at her.
She got up off me and I suppressed a disappointed sigh from the loss of her, but watched as she wet some paper towels and dropped them on my chest, "You better do it yourself. I wouldn't want to tease you again."
She was smiling slyly and her eyes watched with great interest as I wiped the slushie from myself, noticing how her eyes darkened as I slipped the paper towel beneath my bra.
"I don't even have an extra shirt," I sighed, tossing the soiled paper towel into the garbage and getting up from the chair. I pulled my sopping shirt from the sink, twisting it to wring out the water and looked over the large blue stains with dismay. It had been one of my favourite shirts.
Rachel moved towards her school bag by the entrance of the bathroom and said, "I think I have an extra t-shirt. It's probably going to be small, but it's better than wet and stained.
She held up the hot pink t-shirt with a picture of a cartoon pig on it and I stared back at her.
"What," she said looking at the front of the shirt and shrugged, "Pigs are cute."
I sighed, taking the shirt from her, before glancing down at my uncomfortably wet bra that was starting to itch, "Don't have an extra bra in there do you?"
"Sorry," she said shaking her head before sighing, "Even if I did, it definitely wouldn't fit. You're a little bit more... gifted."
I chuckled as I pulled the pink shirt over my head, noticing that it smelled entirely of Rachel, "I like your boobs."
Her eyes turned away as she blushed again, but they darted back to me and she tried to hide her laugh as her eyes looked the shirt up and down.
"What," I asked, turning towards the mirror and glancing at my reflection. The t-shirt wasn't overly tight, maybe a little in the bust area, but it only covered down to my navel, leaving a large patch of skin uncovered above my low rise jeans. The shirt looked like it was meant for a toddler to wear. "Pink looks good on you."
I rolled my eyes, trying to pull down the bottom of the shirt and stretch it out a little, "My tongue looks good on you."
She coughed a little, obviously not ready for that kind of response, and nervously began fixing her hair in the mirror.
"You coming to motocross practice after school," I asked, tying back my wet hair in a ponytail.
"If you are asking if I am coming to a dirt pit to drool over my leather clad girlfriend straddling a motorbike," her eyes drifting upwards dreamily as she spoke, "Yes, I will be there to cheer you on."
"It's kinda not fair," I said, taking hold of her hips as I pressed up behind her, watching her reflection in the mirror, "You get to see me in your leather fantasy, but I don't get to see you all dressed up."
Her eyes met mine in the mirror, "You're talking about the football attire again aren't you?"
"Maybe," I blushed, it was my favourite for now, but I could definitely imagine her in a multitude of outfits that would turn me on.
"I feel like it would only create needless unresolved sexual frustration," she smirked, bumping her butt backwards so that it pressed hard to my centre and the arousal I had been suppressing since she had straddled me was instantly back full force.
I groaned and nodded, "You're right, no need to fuel the fire."
"For now," she whispered and she was biting her lip again and I was sure she had to know how hot that was.
"I think we missed math class," I said, lightly kissing the hickey already present on her neck.
Her head rolled back against my shoulder as my tongue licked the spot and her hands reached back to tightly grip the tops of my thighs.
"I'll be sure to pay extra attention during tomorrows class," she said, her eyes closed and let out a soft whimper as I bit down gently on the sensitive flesh, "Now who's teasing."
"Like Quinn's mantra before she got knocked up," I smiled, mumbling against her neck, my fingertips digging into her hipbones, "It's all about the teasing and not about the pleasing."
The sound of the bathroom door opening caused both mine and Rachel's heads to whip towards the door to see the intruder and our bodies froze together.
"Sorry, wrong bathroom," the startled dark haired girl said, looking at both Rachel and I in our compromising position before immediately turning back around and leaving.
I noticed Rachel's breathing had picked up when I went back to nibble her ear and I smirked, "Voyeur."
"Oh please," she retorted with a forced laugh, "Does that really surprise you?"
I thought about that, Rachel's need for an audience and the attention to constantly be on her. I gave the shell of her ear a long lick and whispered, "Nope."