Sorry for the short chapter, hope you are still interested. Guess Finn won't be making any further appearance after this, but Santana still deserves her own. Enjoy and please leave your reviews!
A/N: G!P Quinn, don't like it don't read it.
CHAPTER 8
When Quinn woke up, she was aware of two things: she was surrounded by Rachel's scent and her body ached all over. Memories of the previous afternoon came back and she felt the need to either throw up or smash something, because she had let that bastard do this to her. She went to sit up, but her ribcage hurt too much to even let her breathe properly so she laid still, hoping the pain would subside.
"You need to get plenty of rest, Quinn." Rachel's voice snapped her out of her thoughts, as she crossed the threshold carrying a tray with home cooked breakfast. "Don't worry, Adam cooked everything so I wouldn't add food poisoning to your injuries list." She sat the tray on her empty side of the bed and sat beside the blonde, stroking her hair off her forehead.
"He didn't have to go through so much trouble." The escort laced their fingers together and squeezed her petite hand, bringing it to her lips to kiss the back of it. "You look tired, did I kick you or get restless in my sleep?"
"I was only worried about you, Quinn." Rachel was tugged to lay down and soon curled around the blonde, resting her head against her good shoulder. "When I saw you lying there, I felt like dying. You should have gone to a hospital, idiot." She mumbled against the fabric of the shirt the blonde had borrowed from her, gripping it tightly not wanting to lose her grip on the girl.
"I don't like hospitals and I am here, not going anywhere baby." Quinn kissed the top of her head and wrapped her arm around her back, as much as her ribcage allowed her to. "Did Brody tell you what happened?" She whispered and looked over her head, catching sight of her Glee club picture on the wall by the door. Her face hardened and her heart raced faster, when her eyes fell onto the two familiar faces of her attackers.
"Barely, he just said it was not a client and that you two are used to patch each other up. What does that mean, Quinn?" Rachel looked up at the blonde, who was frowning in anger. "Quinn, are you okay?"
"It was…" Quinn sighed in deeply and looked down into her chocolate orbs. "It was Finn, Rachel…" She held the girl's gaze and still her hand on her lower back. "Santana lured me into the room, pretending to be a client and he did the rest of the job. They set me up." She closed her eyes, trying to push those images out of her mind or the eventual questions the brunette might have for her.
"I'll hurt them both, with my bare hands." Rachel muttered to herself before jumping out of bed and walking to her phone. She could not believe that Finn would be able to do something so despicable, but guess he was not the person she thought he was.
"Rachel, don't do anything hazardous." Quinn called out from the bed, trying to sit up but failing miserably and screaming out in pain as she fell back onto the bed, hurting her side. "Rachel…" She whimpered out and closed eyes, breathing hard.
"Quinn, what did you do?" The singer ended her call and moved by her side, wiping her forehead with a washcloth and kissing her temple. "You need to stay still, Brody will be here any minute to check on your wounds." She peppered her face with soft kisses, trying to ease her pain until the blonde's best friend arrived with medical supplies. "Don't injure yourself more than what they did to you." She cupped the girl's face and kissed the tip of her nose, nuzzling it gently with her own. "We need to press charges for having attacked you, Quinn."
"No, it will lead to questions about my whereabouts in that hotel room, Rachel. I don't wanna expose myself or Brody like that." Quinn rested her head back against the soft pillows and sighed in deeply. "It's not like the first time I'd end up on the guilty side of the table. Trust me, on that."
"You can't let them get away with that, Quinn. You almost got killed because he is a crazy psycho." Rachel dropped a soft kiss on her lips and looked into her hazelnut eyes, seeing the uncertainty shining through. "We will talk about this later, get some rest for now." She pecked her lips once more before leaving the bedroom, having heard the doorbell ring.
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"I am not gonna stand here and do absolutely nothing. He deserves to be put back in his place, whether it's the law or myself that will do that." Brody paced back and forth, hands shoved into the front pockets of his pants. "They cannot get away with this and Quinn should know better." He shook his head and sat back on the couch, while Rachel and Kurt shared a worried look. "I am not supposed to tell you this, but we both had a rough childhood back in Texas. My dad was addicted to alcohol and whatever shit he found to get a high, while her family was religiously you can imagine what kind of hell she went through, because of her sexual identity. Her father, an abusive husband who cheated on his wife, beat her up or even tried to cut it one night. That's why we ran away from there and did the most awful jobs, to finally move here." He sighed in deeply and sneaked a glance toward the bedroom door, worried about the girl who was his only family.
"She'll be okay, Brody. She is a strong girl." Kurt patted his shoulder and glanced toward Rachel, who looked down at her feet with a pensive look. He went to address her when a knock on the door happened, startling the three of them. "I'll go get it." He walked past the brunette and slid the door open, only to furrow his brows in anger at the person on the other side. "What the heck are you doing here?"
"Is that a way to welcome your step-brother?" Finn frowned and looked past Kurt's shoulder, smirking at the sight of a stunned Rachel staring at him. "Hey Rach, I was in town and thought of stopping by. How are ya doing?" He dropped the duffel bag by the door and went to hug her, but she stepped back toward Brody. "Who is this one? You replaced your whore, already?"
"Don't you dare to badmouth my girlfriend, Finn." She lunged forward, punching the side of his face but she only managed to hurt her own hand. She went for a second swing, but her wrist was gripped by the tall guy who sent her stumbling back into the couch, with a shove.
"Finn? You are the douche, then!" Brody grabbed the front of his sweater and delivered a hard punch to his face, sending him crashing into the open door, that hit the back of his head. "Not only you almost killed my best friend, but you even dare to come here to badmouth her and threaten Rachel? What kind of man, are you?" He pinned him down with his body and slammed his head against the cold ground, before punching his face with another strong blow. "You got lucky with Quinn, but don't think I'll let you get away with this."
"Your friend deserved that and so much more. She is a fucking whore and she doesn't deserve Rachel." Finn pushed Brody off him and stood up on trembling legs, wiping his bloody lip with the sleeve of his sweater. "Don't you see I did it for us, Rachel? You don't belong with these sick and wicked people! I am the only one who really cares about you, we belong together." Finn went to approach the brunette, who stared at him with strong repulsion and disgust.
"We do not belong together and even if you were the last man on the Earth, I would never touch you with anything but a baseball bat smashed on your head. You repulse me. You disgust me and you are someone whom i can barely recognize anymore. Stay away from my life, Finn, or I'll make sure you are gonna get what you deserve for what you did to Quinn." She walked up to him and held her hand up, so that Brody wouldn't step in to protect her. "Do not show your face here, anymore, or I'll ask for a restraining order for being an obsessive stalker."
"I love you, Rachel. That bitch tainted you and you cannot see straight. She is not worthy." He went to cup her face but had to double in pain, as Rachel kicked him hard between his legs. "Fucking bitch."
"I hate you, Finn Hudson:" She turned around and walked into her bedroom, leaving Brody to deal with the whimpering guy. The Texan guy grabbed him by the back of his shirt and threw him hard against the floor hallways, before launching his duffel bag at his feet and slamming the door shut. Hopefully, Finn got the message.
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"I really don't understand why you could not stay at my place, for a few more weeks." Rachel walked inside the blonde's apartment, who was slowly getting back to her usual shape but it did not mean she was totally un-worried about her health. "You can be so stubborn." She placed the grocery bags onto the kitchen counter and started putting the food away, knowing her way around the apartment so well already.
"Because I don't like to impose, plus I missed my comfy bed and NY view." Quinn sat at the counter and smiled at the back of her girlfriend's head, who sang to herself as she reached on her tiptoes to get a higher shelf. "Let me help you there." The blonde stood behind the height challenged singer and pushed the cans backwards, so they wouldn't fall off while opening the cabinet.
"Do not make fun of my height, miss." Rachel turned around and gripped the front of the girl's t-shirt, who had dropped her arms around her waist. "I miss waking up with you, I had grown accustomed to that and it was nice to see your face after a long day at school." She leaned up to brush a soft kiss on the taller girl's lips, who pulled her closer.
"You can always spend some days here. No need to set bathroom turns with Kurt and I'd be here waiting for you, whenever you come home or wake up." Quinn whispered against her lips, as her feelings trailed along the small of her back playing with the zipper of her dress. "I know you meant well with wanting me to stay there with you, but I am used to be on my own and I didn't want to make Kurt feel like I am another roommate. We can have more privacy, here."
"Privacy, huh? For what exactly?" The brunette ghosted her lips along the escort's jawline, who whimpered and gripped her hips a little tighter. "I don't want you to end up opening some fresh wound, because you can't keep your libido in check." She chuckled after placing a lingering kiss on the girl's quickened pulse point, who stared at her with darkened eyes as she pulled back with a teasing smirk.
"It is not my fault that my girlfriend is very hot." Quinn pouted slightly and cupped the singer's face and pecked the tip of her nose. "Do you want to watch a movie, then?" She went to move toward the couch, when a hand held her back and soft lips crashed upon hers. Rachel's hands got lost into her short golden hair, whilst a velvet tongue brushed against her bottom lip asking for entrance. "Mmm..what was that for?" The escort breathed out after the kiss died down. Her eyes were still closed but she could feel Rachel's proximity without even having to look.
"Because you called me your girlfriend." Rachel whispered against her lips and placed another kiss on her jutted out bottom lip, as she led them upstairs toward the bedroom zone.
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Time seemed to stand still for them. The satin blankets were so warm around their naked frames, that kept on rolling around to accomodate their impromptu needs and desires. Lips never parted whilst hands roamed over the naked flesh, exploring curves and dips and discovering new places to kiss or touch. Rachel pushed the blonde on her back, before slipping on top of her as she took every inch of her hardness inside of her. Moans escaped her mouth as she fully sat on the girl's lap, accomodating to the lenght and the girth as her walls wrapped it in a very warm embrace. Quinn could only fight the moans back, watching with rapture as the singer gently undulated her hips back and forth. Every fiber of her body tingled in pleasure. The mere sight of Rachel moving on top of her, got her close to explode. But she held herself back. She just trailed her hands upwards, grapping onto her narrow hips to assist every movement as their lower bodies moved in synch.
"You have no idea how beautiful you are, right now..." Quinn muttered between the moans. Lips wrapped around one of her nipples, making her back arch up to meet that gentle touch. Eyes closed and lips parted. She just moved her hands to grab onto her girlfriend's buttocks, pushing her harder against her member that released some of her pent up excitement with every movement. "God don't stop."
"I am not planning to." Rachel's teeth tugged at the tip of her nipple, scraping the darker skin before soothing the bite with the tip of her tongue. She pushed her hair back, preventing it from tickling the skin between Quinn's breasts while her walls clenched around the girl's dick. She could feel the girl's member throb with every bite or lick she took at her sensitive breasts and she surely loved it. Pulling back, she teasingly tugged at the rock hard nipple once more before scraping her teeth along the curve of her left breast, leaving soft marks on her pale skin.
"You are gonna kill me, with all this teasing." The blonde cupped the girl's face with one hand and bit onto her bottom lip, as she rolled them over with Rachel on her back. The sudden movement did not settle too well with her ribcage, causing her to whimper in pain and break the kiss, prematurely. "Fuck." She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, not wanting to make Rachel worry too much nor stop what they were doing.
"I told you to take it easy." Rachel placed a kiss on her lips and went to roll them over, but Quinn pushed her lightly back down and laid herself on top of her, with their bodies pressed together against the mattress. "You can be such an idiot." The singer muttered against her girlfriend's lips, who had cradled her head with her arms and just started moving against her, thrusting in and out with a slow but harder pace. "So stubborn." Rachel couldn't help but moan, feeling the head of her member push against her soft spot inside of her.
"I am your idiot, though." Quinn chuckled in her ear, nuzzling its shell with the tip of her nose as her cock drew back and slammed back in, rubbing against the clamping walls. "I missed you, Rachel. In that hotel room, I could only think of you. No one else." She whispered in the girl's ear, who wrapped her arms tightly around her back and closed her eyes, fighting the tears back. "You saved me."
"Oh Quinn..." The brunette buried her head against her strong shoulder, locking her legs around her waist as their bodies moved more frantically against one another. She could feel the girl's hardness pump steadily inside of her. Pounding and rubbing against all of her spots, from the inside. Her folds throbbed with pleasure and her whole body tingled, as she got closer to her own edge. Nails scraped along the escort's back, probably leaving some red marks, but the need of feeling her closer was too strong.
"I am here, baby." The blonde turned her head to face her. Their eyes met and their lips seeked each other. Her body pressed down against the singer's one, covering every inch of her front with hers. Their lower bodies barely pulled apart, as their thrusts turned sloppier and more desperate. Walls clamped down, making it harder to thrust inside but Quinn still managed to pound into her, needing to take them both over the edge. Kisses broke. Foreheads came to rest together as Rachel's hands gripped the blonde's butt, slamming her inside of her whilst her walls fluttered for her impending orgasm.
"Oh fuckkkk..." She moaned out into the girl's mouth. Her walls kept on clenching and unclenching around Quinn's twitching cock, that released spurts of its thick essence straight into her wombs. Her own juices mixed with the blonde's ones filling her from the inside. Toes curled and breaths itched as they kept on riding each other's orgasms out, breaking the silence of the NY afternoon.
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