I apologize for a shorter chapter, but I wanted to include the next events in the same chapter...hope you'll enjoy this. If so, please leave your thoughts and comments..
Warning: G!P Quinn, don't like it don't read. Mentions of Quinn with a client, not graphic & short tho.
CHAPTER 5
Rachel watched the girl walk away and just stayed rooted into the spot, not knowing what else to tell her to convince the blonde she didn't care about Finn anymore. She had messed up, big time. She was sick of her push and pull game with her ex boyfriend and she had seen red, when Santana had made a move on the blonde escort. Although, her stubbornness and pride had won over her desire to make up with Quinn, who had left even madder than before.
Walking out of the restrooms, she was surprised to find her aforementioned ex there, with a flower in his hands. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him, as he approached her slowly with a smirk that made her want to punch his face. With every step he took, a petal came off and she was actually hoping he was not seriously muttering "She loves me" or "She loves me not" while doing so. He looked insane, maybe Quinn wasn't totally wrong about him being so self-conceited to see High School was over for all of them.
"You know...relationships are a lot like flowers. If you find the right seed, put it in good soil, give it water and sunlight, bam. Perfect bud. And then comes winter and the flower dies. But if you tend that garden, spring will come along and that flower will bloom again." He stood before her and kept on tearing the petals off the poor flower, with no purpose besides insanity.
"Are you a gardener, now?" Rachel sighed and took a better look at him, how could have she ever found interest in him? "I really don't have time, Finn. As much as I am happy you found a new passion in gardening, we need to postpone this conversation to better times." She tried to move past him, but he stepped in her way.
"You really believe that you have moved on, with that girl? I don't think you are being honest with yourself and by result, with her." He stepped closer to her and cupped her cheek with his rougher palm. "You never showed any interest in girls, I get that you want to experiment but it's time to stop playing games."
"I am not playing any game, Finn. I like Quinn and I am not experimenting with her. I already wasted too much time here with you, when there's an amazing girl I've hurt too much tonight." Rachel sidestepped him and started walking down the staircase that led back to main hall, when his voice stopped her with something that sounded more like a threat than a promise.
"You and I both know how this ends, Rachel. Don't know how, or when, and I don't care where you're living or what people you're shacked up with. You're my girlfriend. We are endgame. I know that and you know that." He smirked and let the last petal fall onto the ground, muttering a soft "She loves me."
"You are mistaken, Finn. I stopped being your girlfriend, long time ago. Move on, like I did." The singer shook her head and proceeded to walk back downstairs, with the hope to find Quinn. The brunette looked around the crowded hall and spotted the blonde talking with the concierge, who handed her the keys to a hotel room. Probably the one they were given for the night. "Quinn. Quinn, wait up." The singer had taken her heels off and was able to run after the blonde, who had slowed down to let her catch up.
"I drank too much to drive back to your parents' place, Rachel, but I'll get out of your hair as soon as morning comes." The blonde slipped inside the elevator with the brunette, who pushed their floor's button before looking at her "date". Her shirt was crumpled and still stained. Her hair was messy and her eyes were glassy and red shot from the drinks she had, probably because of her.
"Don't go. I really want to explain myself and apologize for my insufferable behaviour." Rachel stepped closer to the escort, who closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the elevator. The alcohol induced tiredness was taking over her body, but hopefully a shower would have been enough to make it go away for a bit.
The rest of the ride was pretty silent and Quinn didn't talk until they were in their hotel room, safely locked behind the heavy wooden door. She sighed in relief at the sight of a presumably comfortable bed, even if she wished circumstances had been better for them. She dropped her shirt and pants to the floor, kicking her shoes to the side along with her socks. "I am going to jump in the shower, quickly. Then, we can talk." The taller blonde slipped inside the en-suite bathroom and closed the door behind herself,
Rachel unzipped her dress and let it pool on the floor by the armchair beside the window, she took in the view from the higher floor but it was nothing like New York. Had she known this would have happened, she would have not even bothered to attend a wedding that didn't take place nor ruin whatever she had slowly built with Quinn. She slipped under the covers, in her bra and matching panties and just waited for the blonde to come out, so they could clear the tension between them, hopefully.
Ten minutes later, Rachel was on the verge of dozing off against the fluffy pillows when Quinn emerged in all her glory, exception made for her briefs that hugged her slender hips,accentuating her firm muscles and appendage. The blonde toweled her hair and then let it hung around her neck, not bothering to wipe the water drops that trickled down her front. The whole thing was entrancing for Rachel, who couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight. "I am all ears, Rachel." The escort lied back on the bed, resting her head on the other pillow and staring up at the ceiling.
Rachel rolled on her side and tucked her hands under her cheek, staring at the blonde's profile that kept on staring up at the ceiling. "I want to apologize for not having stepped in to defend you, it was not my intention to hurt you in any way. Finn. Finn has always had this power to turn me into a girl who doesn't know how to defend herself and just lets him dictate her choices and for that, I can only blame myself. It's not even Finn's fault if I let him rule my life, despite having broken up with him months ago." The brunette looked up at the blonde, who lied on her own side to face her and give her all the attention. "But you were right. I deserved someone better than him, who still expects things to be like they were in High School. He is in the past and I have moved on. I have every intention to keep him behind myself, because there's a better future waiting for me; a future, that hopefully still has you in."
"I stand behind what I said earlier, you need someone who can appreciate you for who you are and doesn't try to belittle your talent, to feel better about themselves." The blonde cupped her cheek and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. "I barely know you, compared to some of these people here today, but I see how special you are, Rachel Berry. Do not let anyone convince you otherwise, because they are envious of your talent."
"What does this mean for us?" Rachel tucked her head under the girl's chin, gripping her side as the distance between them erased. The escort sighed against her hair and pulled the brunette closer, tugging the covers around their almost naked frames. She really didn't know.
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Once they were back in New York, things had gotten quieter but so did their sort of deal. The blonde had taken the brunette home, before heading to her own place and spend the rest of her Sunday there. Not many words had been exchanged. Rachel felt guilty about the whole Finn things and Quinn felt confused about what Rachel did to her. She had so many questions and no answers. She was aware of the girl's intentions of pursuing a relationship that went beyond the business bonds, but was her ex always going to hover above them? Plus, the circumstances were not that favorable and she had no intentions to change her lifestyle nor her job. Not yet, at least.
So, she just threw herself into her job to figure out what to do next.
The blonde trailed her lips up the woman's quivering stomach, kissing the sweat pooled between her rounded breasts as she lied there, panting heavily. Her dick was semi-erect, but she wasn't even concerned about getting off. It was easier to focus on her current client, than on her own needs. That part came easy, only with Rachel. The older woman ran her long and manicured fingers through her golden hair, tugging her closer to her neck where she liked to be kissed whenever she did this.
"Oh, Quinn...you are so good." The red haired woman spread her legs wider, accommodating the hand that slipped in between and that already found her soft spot. The one that made her scream in pleasure, like she used to when her husband cared enough about her to sleep with her and not chase after his assistants' short skirts.
"You wouldn't be here, if I were not good." Quinn quickly turned the woman on her four, taking her from behind the way she usually begged for. She had gotten to know her clients so much, that she could already tell the ones who needed her "services" to escape from a boring marriage, from the ones who did it for the mere excitement linked to it.
She was not one for sleazy motels and street corners. She pampered her clients. She made them feel "special" and "unique". She made women feel sexy, after their husbands had lost any interest in them. She treated them like they craved to be treated and was at their disposal. She listened to them. She comforted them. She fucked them. They knew they were entering a sort of limbo, when crossing the hotel room's threshold. A "reality" they paid for but still something that stopped existing, as soon as they walked out or the time was up.
Quinn used to live all of this with detachment, but exceptions always happened. A young wannabe Broadway singer was her "only exception". Quinn hadn't probably realized that until then. Not until she was fucking a woman but it didn't feel like hers doing it; it was like living a third body experience. She saw it happen, like from afar. She watched the woman drop on the bed, thoroughly fucked and satisfied and dropped beside her, on her back. She could only think of the brunette she hadn't talked in a while.
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"Will you stop pacing? What happened to the confident Rachel Berry, who led us to win Nationals and kept the club together?" Kurt watched her best friend move from one side of the room to another, talking to herself and probably almost giving herself a stroke.
"You don't understand how many things are running through my mind, Kurt. This show, despite being a mere NYADA play, is crucial for my academic future and Miss Tibideaux has invested so much on me, already. Plus, if we want to add up that the person I want to hear from hasn't contacted me since our Lima trip, whilst the one I want nothing to do with keeps on bugging me. I am stressed. I can't go through this." The brunette headed for the door, before Kurt could even stop her but she froze on the spot at the sight of a third person on the threshold.
"Is it a bad moment, maybe? I can come back later." Quinn lowered the gardenias to the side and shifted her concerned gaze between the two best friends. "I am interrupting something?" She inquired the brunette boy, who shook his head with a smile and gathered his stuff to give the two girls some privacy. He ushered the blonde inside and closed the door behind himself, hoping the two of them could fix whatever had happened between them.
"I didn't expect you to come nor remember about today." Rachel looked up at the blonde, who smiled softly and handed her the flowers. "You shouldn't have...but these are my favorite." The brunette turned around to sit the bouquet on her vanity, after having smelled them. Being the over-achiever she was, she perfectly knew the meaning of Gardenias but did Quinn? Maybe it was a coincidence and she was getting ahead of herself, again.
"I always remember the things you said, Rachel." Quinn walked up behind her and tentatively rested her hands on her hips, brushing her thumbs along her ribs. "I should have called you but I didn't know what to tell you. I needed time to figure things out." She stepped closer to the girl, who shuddered at the feeling of her feminine body against her back. "I have not been able to stop thinking about you and this terrifies me, because it affects me in a way that I never thought possible."
"Which way?" Rachel turned around and cupped the girl's face, who closed her eyes at the feeling of her fingers brush along her cheekbones. "Look at me, Quinn." Standing on her tiptoes, she dropped a gentle kiss on the girl's lips, who opened her eyes and stared down at the singer with a longing gaze. "I was ready to quit this performance to come find you, because I couldn't stand this time apart anymore."
"Are you free afterwards? I was thinking we could grab dinner together, if that date offer is still valid." Quinn brushed their lips in a soft kiss and pulled the brunette closer, who grinned against her lips and circled her neck with her arms. The escort lifted her higher against her, meeting every kiss with renewed passion that didn't take long to turn into a more lustful embrace. Lips trailed down the singer's neck, who held the blonde's shoulders with both hands for dear life; the escort pinned her against the vanity, ready to clear the vanity off her stuff to sit her on it when a knock on the door tore them apart.
"Sorry to interrupt, lovebirds. You are expected on stage, Rachel." Kurt peeked his head inside, with a hand over his eyes not wanting to witness any intimate act between them. He was supportive of a new romance with the blonde, but still didn't want them in the act of "making up" for the past times.
"It's safe to watch, Kurt." Rachel pulled away from the blonde's embrace, after one last peck on the lips before fixing her hair and dress, that had been messed up during the heated kiss. "Are you going to stay and watch the performance?" She turned to look at the blonde, who nodded smiling and showed her a ticket.
"I'll go find a seat, ok?" Quinn leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips, before slapping her butt playfully. "Break a leg, Rachel." She winked at the brunette and walked out of the door, squeezing Kurt's arm on her way out. She didn't need to look behind herself, to see the dreamy smile on the brunette's face since she wore one, herself.
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