Here another chapter, try and not hate me too much because of the ending...everything will be figured out, in the next chapter. Till then, stay tuned!
Warning: G!P Quinn. Don't like it, don't read it.
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CHAPTER 4
Rachel was folding her clothes in neat piles, when a knock on the door happened. The brunette dropped the folded shirt on the bed and walked to the front door, being the only one in the apartment since Kurt had already gone to Lima. Opening it, she was surprised to find her ex-boyfriend standing on the other side, with a duffel bag draped over his left shoulder and car keys dangling from his hand.
"Finn, what are you doing here?" Rachel gripped the door, blocking the way so that the guy wouldn't get the idea of being welcomed in there. "I thought you would be on your way to see Mr. Schue, already, being his best man and having to perform those duties."
"Well, I rented a car and I thought you could come with me. We can even listen to that stuff you like so much, whatcha say? Like old times. If it gets too late, we can rent a motel room and maybe talk about us." The guy tried to step forward, but the brunette stood firmly in the way not allowing him to go further. "C'mon Rach, we are made for each other. I forgive you."
"You forgive me? For what, exactly? Having put up with your incessant whining about how your life is miserable and no one lets you have anything? Do you know that most of the times you are in the way of your own future? You do not work for stuff, Finn. Plus, our relationship ran its course. We were maybe suitable in High School, but now we have nothing to share." Rachel tried to close the door in his face, but his foot blocked it. "Just go, Finn."
"We don't have to be in a relationship, Rachel. We can be 'special friends'." He smirked and leered at her, taking in her outfit that accentuated her firm and toned body in the right places. He tried to move forward, obviously taking advantage of his height and weight to keep the door from closing, when a slender finger tapped him on the shoulder and caught his attention.
"Excuse me, may I be allowed inside my girlfriend's apartment?" Quinn smirked up at Finn, enjoying his stunned face and taking advantage of it to move around him, effectively rolling her suitcase over his giant foot. "Ops." She chuckled and pulled Rachel to her by the waist, dropping a short kiss on the brunette's mouth. "Hi, sorry for being late. Traffic is crazy."
"Who is this?" Finn towered over the couple, making Rachel inwardly step closer to the blonde who stood taller and looked up into his confused eyes. "I want an explanation, Rachel. Now!" He crossed his arms over his chest and furrowed his brows in confusion, on the verge of stomping his foot on the ground.
"With all respect, she doesn't owe you any explanation. You are her ex-boyfriend and she was quite clear about not wanting to have anything else to do with you; why don't you turn on your heels, like the good boy you claim to be, and leave her alone?" Quinn's voice went from being pleasant to taking an annoyed tone, that left no space for misunderstanding. She was pissed off. She had always disliked guys who seemed unable to take a hint, even after their partners had turned their offers down, multiple times.
"Listen, blondie stay out of this. It's none of your business ok?" He went to reach for Rachel's hand, but the blonde pushed him back, making him stumble back before slamming the door in his face, safely locking it. "You do not shut a door in my face and get away with it, you got me? I am not done with this, bitch!" He punched the door and then walked down the hallways, huffing and mumbling to himself.
"How did you end up with Mr. Caveman, over there?" Quinn pulled back from the brunette, not having to put a show in front of her ex and looked around the apartment. "He didn't try anything before I came, right?" She looked at the brunette who shook her head with a smile and leaned up on her bare toes, to kiss her lightly on the cheek.
"No, he didn't. Finn means well, but he doesn't understand we are not in High School anymore." The singer grabbed on her hand and tugged her toward the living room area, where soft music was playing in the background. "Make yourself at home, Quinn, while I finish packing my bags for our trip."
"Do you need any help?" Quinn took her jacket off, draping it over the back of the couch before sitting down and grabbing a fashion magazine from the coffee table. She looked up at the brunette, who placed a water bottle in front of her before moving to the bedroom. The blonde chuckled at the sound of Rachel singing to herself, while moving stuff around the bedroom and into her suitcase. She dropped the magazine on the coffee table and stood up, looking around the living room to stare at the pics on the walls. "Is Mr. Schue the guy in charge of your Glee club?" She called from the living room, loud enough to be heard across the flat.
"Yes. I always thought his purpose in life was to ostracize my ambitions, by denying me solos and pairing me with glee members that couldn't match my voice extension, like Finn." Rachel lifted her hair up into a bun and walked where Quinn stood, to explain the other pics to her. "This is Kurt, my best friend and the one who told me about your services." She chuckled at the memory and led the blonde toward a picture of her younger self with her dads. "These are my dads, they actually asked about you when they knew I was bringing you along."
"Oh really? Maybe we shouldn't reveal too much about my real job." Quinn looked at the brunette and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Nor about how we actually met." She draped an arm around her waist and pulled her against her front, proud of feeling the singer's heart quicken its beat against her chest. "What time do you want to leave, our flight is scheduled for late afternoon."
"Well, I am sure we could find something to kill time with:" Rachel lifted herself on her bare tiptoes to brush her lips against Quinn's ones, who pinned her gently against the wall and pressed their bodies together.
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Lima was so different from New York. No tall buildings nor crowded streets. No taxi drivers shouting over the sound of traffic. It was quieter and she didn't mind it, at all. Quinn had offered to book a hotel room for herself, but Rachel had insisted on inviting her back at her place for the first night, given how they'd spend the following one in the same hotel facility where the wedding was supposed to take place.
The fact that Rachel's dads were not home for the weekend, put Quinn at more ease not having to lie to their faces about the true nature of her relationship with their daughter. Despite having mastered her lying skills, dealing with parents was always something else and it used to put a pressure on her, that was not easy to deal with.
"Shower is yours." Rachel emerged from her en-suite bathroom, clad in a pink and fluffy robe and toweling her long locks as she padded barefoot across the room. Even without make-up, Quinn couldn't help but find her extremely attractive and beautiful. No one else had managed to move her like Rachel did and that was scary.
"Thank you." Quinn grabbed a Yankees t-shirt and some shorts from her bag, before walking toward the bathroom leaving a trail of clothes behind herself. "Plans for today?" She stood in the middle of the room, only in her boxer briefs that barely hid the bulge between her legs. "Are you going to meet up with you friends?"
"I haven't heard from them, so far; plus, we'll be meeting them tomorrow, at the wedding." Rachel walked toward the blonde and trailed a finger along the groove of her defined abs, smirking at the way her breath hitched and her boxers tightened around her lower body. "Maybe we should have saved water, by showering together." She playfully tugged at the elastic of the blonde's boxers, just to earn a whimper from the taller girl who grabbed her by the hips and pinned her against the nearest wall. "Is it me or you have a thing for walls?"
"It's you, against walls." Quinn pinned the girl's hands above their heads with her left hand and used her free one to untie the belt around her waist, letting the robe fall open to reveal her toned and still wet frame underneath. "Fuck, your legs and stomach should be illegal." She dropped down onto her knees and nuzzled the short curls with the tip of her nose, making Rachel whimper above her and tangle her now free hands into her short hair.
"Your abs should be the illegal ones." Rachel's hands gripped the back of Quinn's head, pushing her closer to her thighs as one of her legs was hoisted over the escort's shoulder to expose her perfectly trimmed curls to her drooling mouth. "God yes, eat me out." Her head hit the wall behind her, while her hips pumped forward to grind against the tip of Quinn's nose, whose face was buried between her toned legs.
The blonde didn't waste any precious second and just leaned in, to devour the woman's pussy like a tasty dessert after a sugar-free diet. Her lips parted to lap at the abundant wetness coating her pink folds, exposing the hardened clit while doing so. Lick after lick, the escort's tongue covered every inch of her core. She slid her tongue from the bottom up, making sure to pay extra attention to the nub that was tugged back from its hood. Her bottom teeth grazed its underside on the way up, before taking it fully inside her mouth to suck on. Quinn's hands grabbed onto her firm backside, thrusting her hips forward to meet the eager strokes of her tongue. Her own cock throbbed in pleasure under her briefs, needing to be freed from its restraints and to be sheated into the wet heat she was currently licking and teasing with her mouth.
"I am so fucking close already." Rachel's back arched off the wall, curving in a perfect bow as her hips bucked up into the blonde's face that was back on her task. Her lips moved away from the engorged clit only to focus on the source of her wetness. Teeth grazed the edges of her contracting hole, before fully thrusting the length of her tongue deep inside of Rachel. The sweet taste enveloped her senses. Her mouth was filled with every drop of her tasty nectar, that ran down her throat and made it hard not to come on the spot. Walls clamped down around it as she thrusted in and out, harder and faster. She pumped her tongue with need and a precise desire of making Rachel come hard on her mouth. "Fuckkkkkkk" with one last movement of her hips, she came. Hard. Her walls fluttered around the blonde's tongue, whose nose was pressing against her clit for the whole time. Hands kept her standing as she released her own excitement all over the escort's mouth and tongue, coating her from the nose down in her essence.
"You taste so good." Quinn lapped at her core, till the last drop had been taken care of with her tongue before standing up and tugging her own boxers off, finally freeing her member. She found herself sitting on the brunette's desk chair, as the singer climbed ontop of her lap pumping her hardness with her hand.
"Time to take care of you." Rachel's arm slipped around her shoulders to hold onto, as she impaled herself on the raw hardness that pulsed inside her still sensitive core. "Fuck, so big." Both arms slipped around the escort's neck, that buried her head between exposes breasts whilst their hips moved up and down, falling into a steady rhythm.
"You feel so good, after I just fucked you." The blonde's mouth latched around one of her bouncing nipples, suckling on it as her hands grabbed onto Rachel's asscheeks to keep her in place as she pounded her meat inside of her. The need for release was too strong to let them both set a sync tempo. After so many encounters with the brunette, she was pretty sure that it wouldn't have taken her longer to come a second time on her dick. Her hips bucked up, hard and fast, to pump her cock inside the woman's pussy that moaned and dug her nails hard into her shoulder blades.
"Oh god, don't stop." Rachel's forehead dropped against her partner's shoulder, keeping it there as her hips pressed down into the escort's lap, effectively erasing any distance between their lower bodies. With no intentions to move them, she let Quinn fuck her hard and fast. She let her hard member pound into her, straight against her cervix and move back out, until only her bulbous head stayed inside of her. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge of another powerful orgasm, when her mobile started ringing and decided to interrupt their moment.
"Leave it." Quinn's lips trailed down her exposed neck, nipping at her sweaty skin while her cock slipped out to rub itself up and down her dripping folds, needing to rub her clit at the same time. She loved rubbing herself over the girl's core, feeling the puffy folds part and throb against her raw meat and coat her skin with her wetness, that trickled down till her sensitive balls.
"It could be important." Rachel pulled slightly back from her panting lover, who rolled her eyes and tilted her head backwards, trying to control her raging hormones. "Hello?" The brunette answered breathlessly, already kicking herself for having picked the phone over getting fucked into oblivion by the blonde beneath her. "Hi, Finn. Yes, I am actually busy." Rolling her eyes, she nuzzled the skin behind Quinn's ear who was already sporting an annoyed look, for having been interrupted by that stalkerish and dumb ex. "No, Finn. I cannot drop everything to come and see you. Later? Fine. I'll see you later, at the auditorium. Bye."
"Your guy surely has the worst timing, ever." Quinn growled under her breath and settled her hands back on the brunette's hips, who raised an eyebrow and dropped the robe onto the floor. It was useless and she surely needed another shower. "Even from here, I could tell it was not that important. He just wanted an excuse to make something about himself, am I wrong?"
"Is that annoyance or jealousy that I detect?" Rachel hovered the blonde's lap and smirked down at her, enjoying this new side of her that hadn't emerged, yet. "He wanted my help on a song for the wedding, would you mind tag along to see my old High School?" The brunette lined herself up with the hard cock and slipped it back inside her, sitting back down on the blonde's lap.
"Not fair. Asking me when I have my dick inside of you." Quinn grunted and gripped the girl's backside, as she slipped back into the hard pace she had started before being rudely interrupted. She pounded her cock hard into the girl's core, who just moaned into her ear and let pleasure invade every fiber of her being, forgetting about Finn or any other matter. "I'll be going with you, but this is the last time he interrupts us when I am fucking you. Or you can charge him for the fees." She smirked and bit down on Rachel's neck, making sure to leave a visible purplish mark as their hips moved back and forth into the small desk chair. Within few more minutes, she felt the girl's walls flutter around her throbbing cock as the warmth of her gush wrapped it in a wet embrace. That feeling was enough to trigger her own orgasm, that caused her member to twitch and spill its own essence straight inside the brunette, painting her insides with thick ropes of seed that mixed with the girl's cum.
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Never before, Quinn had witnessed a bride running down the aisle the opposite direction. She saw Emma - or so she recalled - run in her high heels and white gown, away from her soon to be husband who was too shocked to even go after her. To say she was amused, it was an understatement. Another proof to her theory that weddings were a failure, at least in the 80% of the cases. She had witnessed her parents' marriage crumble under the weight of alcohol abuse and lies and false smiles. Her dad was cheating on her mother, who was too drunk to even get mad about it, as long as he kept the liquor cabinet filled with bourbon and vodka.
Once the wedding ceremony was finally over, she had expected to be going back to Rachel's house but when the brunette led her toward the main hall for the party, she just raised an eyebrow in puzzlement. Tables were scattered all around in the ample room and a stage had been set in the middle, right across the "open" bar. She really wouldn't mind a strong drink. The sight of Rachel in that tight pink dress was amazing, but she definitely hated the way Finn had been eyeing her fake-girlfriend for the whole time.
"Poor Mr. Schue, I can't imagine what could feel like having your soulmate run away from you like that." Rachel sat beside her at the round table, where other "Gleeks" sat and chatted mostly among themselves.
"Maybe she realized it wasn't for her, you know? Has anyone thought about her feelings? She didn't seem pleasant with herself, while running away." Quinn leaned back into her chair, sipping from her champagne glass and looking around the room. "Soulmates are for fairytales, reality is something else."
"I didn't realize you were so cynic." The singer pulled slightly back from her and took a sip from her own glass, not really interested in going on with that conversation with the blonde. Kurt and Mercedes shared a knowing look and decided to step into the conversation, not to aggravate the somber mood between the lovers.
"So, Quinn, what do you do for living? How did you meet Rachel?" Mercedes turned toward the silent blonde, who snapped back from her thoughts and sat her glass down. "Kurt mentioned you are an entrepreneur, is that correct?"
"Yeah. My best friend and I moved from Texas to New York and created a public relation services company, that is doing quite well. That's how I met Rachel, actually it was thanks to Kurt who advised her about us." She chuckled at the embarrassment on the guy's face, who choked on his champagne and wiped his chin with a napkin.
"So you don't do much, right? I mean, you just throw parties and get paid for it. I'd love to live off my parents' money to do that, do you hire?" Finn sat across from the blonde, smirking at the anger that filled the girl's eyes for his accusations. "Rachel needs someone who can provide for a roof over her head and real life money, not parties."
"Someone like you? Don't make me laugh. You wouldn't know what it means to put a roof over someone's head, even if it hit you upside the head. Who do you think you are, Finn? Just because you used to date each other, it doesn't mean you are the best for her. You still live in that fantasy world, where you are the big popular quarterback and she is the outcast who needs you to be someone? That's insulting, you big giant asshead." Quinn stood up from the table, ready to punch the smirk off his face when a hand tugged on the hem of her button down shirt.
"Enough, Quinn. You are making a scene." Rachel looked around to check if other people had been staring at the altercation between them, but luckily for her no one had seemed to care.
"I am making a scene, seriously?" Quinn pulled back from her grip and grabbed her wallet, before making her way to the bar and refrain herself from saying something that she'd end up regretting soon after. She couldn't believe that Rachel would jump in to defend her ex and not her.
"Thanks for that, Rach. See you on stage?" Finn stood up with a proud smirk and walked to his own table, leaving the brunette to deal with her upset fake girlfriend and her silent best friends, who didn't need to voice their disappointment out. She knew that very well.
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"Love troubles, huh?" A feminine voice startled Quinn, who was pretending to enjoy her whiskey and ignoring Rachel's attempts to talk to her. Another brunette stood there, clad in a bright red dress and wearing high heels that had erased any height difference between them. "Finnept and the Hobbit have been chasing each other for years, at first it was hilarious but it becomes pretty boring after a while."
"Don't call her like that." The blonde gripped her almost empty glass and sent a glance back to the crowd, watching Rachel walk toward the stage to join her ex - surprisingly - for a duet. "Who are you and what do you want from me?"
"What do I want? Just another excuse to rile Berry up, it's been my favorite hobby since High School. After the slushy showers, sleeping with Berry's significant others is the best way to earn a reaction from other, followed by stealing her solos." The Latina trailed a finger over her forearm and smirked at the brunette on stage, who tightened her grip around the mic. "So what do you say, sexy? I've got a hotel bed waiting to be tested."
"Sorry but I don't do arrogant bitches." Quinn grabbed her drink and went to move away from the disappointed Latina, who gripped her wrist and spun her around to whisper in her ear.
"You are gonna pay for this, be sure of that. No one turns Santana Lopez down." With that said she grabbed the glass from the blonde and emptied its contents in her face, before walking away trying to hold onto some dignity despite her ego was bruised, for having been turned down.
"Is everyone freaking insane, in this town?" The blonde escort sighed and walked toward the restrooms, to try and get the alcohol stain off her expensive button down shirt. Just because she earned good money, it didn't mean she didn't care about her own clothes. She took the shirt off and ran it under the water, making sure to rub some soap over the stains but it seemed to be useless.
"We can wash that at my place, tomorrow." Rachel had followed the blonde, as soon as the duet had ended. She hadn't liked the way Santana had flirted with Quinn nor she wanted to stick around and give Finn bad ideas about them.
"No need to, I'll probably head home sooner than what we planned." The escort gave up and put her shirt back on, despite it being still wet from her previous attempt to clean it up. "I have no desire to stand in the way of your reconciliation with your ex and from what I gathered, it's pretty obvious where your loyalty stands. I'll get out of your way and it'd be for the best if you didn't contact me again."
"Is this about what happened earlier, Quinn? I didn't mean to offend you but what would have you gained from confronting him like that? He is someone, here. You would have ended up leaving a bad impression on these people and I didn't want that to happen, that's why I stepped in. I had no intentions to hurt you nor belittle your attempt at defending me." The brunette stepped closer to the blonde and leaned in to cup her face, only to have Quinn back away from her. "I don't plan to go back to Finn, if that is bothering you so much. I am done with him."
"Could have fooled me." She muttered under her breath and did the buttons on her blouse back up. "Whether you are going back to him or not, it's none of my business. It's not like we are even dating, not for real at least. To think I even felt guilty about my job, that could have gotten in the way of a possible relationship between us." She chuckled humorlessly and washed her hands before wiping them on a paper towel.
"Really, now? I didn't see you make a move since I brought that up. I see how this works, I am good for sex but relationships are not parts of the deal, right?" The brunette rested her hands on her hips and looked up at the blonde, having gotten equally upset about their still stalled situation.
"First of all, you were the one who had to figure your stuff out about the whole thing, I had said yes to you asking me out and by the way, you are the one who keeps on coming back to get fucked by me. Do not turn the tables, here." Quinn went to move past the brunette, but her wrist was grabbed for the second time that night. "What's with you people and the wrist grip? Never heard of words?" She freed herself and looked at the silent singer. "First that insane Latina who offered me sex and now you."
"She offered you sex? What did you tell her? I can't believe that girl's nerve." Rachel crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot on the ground.
"What do you think? I am still here with you, aren't I? Look, Rachel. This was obviously a mistake, I'll just pack my bag and go back to New York. Sorry for having ruined this for you and your friends." Quinn shook her head and turned around to walk away...
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