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Chapter 23 - Night Out
The star studded sky was breathtaking as Rachel pulled Quinn toward the private back entrance into Sparkage, one of the hottest dance clubs in the city. Quinn quickly glanced over her shoulder to make sure her sister and friends were still following them.
The huge building was painted a dark purple, with large white doors marking the entrances and exits. Rachel could tell it was going to be crazy busy by the endless line around the outside of the building waiting to get in. But the club had loads of space inside, so she was sure almost everyone would be able to get in.
The loud beats from inside could be heard from blocks away and Rachel was excited. It was going to be a great night and she was so happy Quinn decided to come with her. Actually, it took quite a lot of kisses and begging on Rachel's part to convince Quinn to get a babysitter for Jaxon so she could accompany her. Charlie, Santana and Brittany didn't need to be asked twice before they were already headed to their bedrooms to change clothes. Tina had decided to come with them, which was great since she wasn't into the whole party/club scene. Of course Puck had brought along two bimbos, who he probably doesn't even know their names. Blaine and Kurt were there, sipping champagne and talking closely in a booth. Jake and Sam didn't bring anyone with them; they loved the hunt. They loved scoping out the ladies in the crowd and prowling around all night. And Matt, Rachel's personal bodyguard, had been adamant about going with them. The tabloids had quieted down some, mostly due to Rachel not going out in public very often, and when she did, she hurried to and from her car and the building she was going to as quickly as possible. And she was thankful she had bought a new house, so far the paps hadn't found it yet.
A tall muscular man stood outside the back entrance. Rachel just smiled and nodded at him, and he returned it with a grin of his own.
"Hey, Rachel," he addressed the singer as the group approached. "It looks like you guys brought your own dates tonight."
Rachel winked at him and held Quinn's hand tighter. "Yep, Bruce. It's going to be a wild night."
He chuckled and opened the door for the group to enter.
Several months ago, when the owner of Sparkage contacted Tina with the initial invitation for New Directions to attend the club's Grand Opening. Tina thought it would be great press for the band, so she accepted the invite. She did, however, make sure the band would always have unlimited access to the VIP Lounge. That way, they were less likely to be recognized by fans and be disturbed. The club owner was ecstatic and agreed with whatever the Asian girl had asked for.
So Sparkage became one of New Directions' favorite places to hang out. It was a good sized club in a very nice part of LA and the owner had obviously spent a pretty penny with all the modern decor and top of the line sound system.
The building had two stories. The main level had a massive dance floor with sporadic small platforms around the room and the DJ booth was located at the front. Multi-coloured lava lamps brightened the bar area, while a huge lava lamp was fixed above the dance floor.
The second floor was the exclusive VIP Lounge. The whole interior was basked in soft, colorful hues, making the area slightly more intimate. The bar along the wall was sleek and long with chrome barstools. The furniture and decorations were obviously much more expensive and extravagant than what was downstairs.
Several tables and booths were randomly placed throughout the room to accommodate the VIPs and their guests; and those privileged to have access to the lounge were treated like royalty. A large dance floor was provided, it was a lot less crowded than the main one, and even though the same music heard downstairs was pumped through speakers up to the lounge, it wasn't as loud, so conversations could actually be heard.
One of Rachel's favorite things about the VIP Lounge was the large glass windows that spanned one entire wall. The glass was tinted to make it so the VIPs could look down over the main dance floor, but those downstairs couldn't see them. She always enjoyed just watching people socialize and having a good time. It also gave her a chance to see firsthand what type of music the fans liked to listen to. And it was an ego boost when one of New Directions' songs played, and the crowd would go wild.
After their large group was escorted up to the VIP lounge, everyone kind of went their own way and did their own thing. Puck went straight to the bar and ordered an obscene amount of alcohol, then found a cozy couch and drank and made out with his barbie clones all night.
Charlie was ecstatic when Rachel introduced her to the band earlier. She had been so excited, Quinn thought her sister was about to pass out. Puck had immediately tried to hit on the young blonde, but Charlie had just curled her lip at the guy, telling him flat out that he was a manwhore.
Rachel laughed so hard her stomach hurt and tears were flowing down her cheeks. Puck had just shrugged it off and walked away. Overall, Charlie had fallen into friendships with the other guys rather easily and they chatted and joked around together until it was time to hit the club. In the lounge, Tina had taken it upon herself to show Charlie around and be her wingman for the night.
Quinn scanned the large room and saw her two best friends sitting at the bar with fruity drinks and a plate of appetizers in front of them, obviously enjoying the VIP treatment.
"Have I told you that you look damn sexy tonight?" a feminine voice purred in her ear from behind her.
Quinn's libido jumped several levels as a thrill shot up her spine. She grinned and turned to see her gorgeous girlfriend standing behind her. "I think you have - once or twice," she teased.
Rachel smirked, placing her hands on Quinn's hips to pull her closer. "Well, I can never say it enough," she murmured against soft lips, then took the liberty to capture said lips with her own.
Quinn welcomed the passionate kiss, humming her approval as she melted into the singer's body.
Rachel pulled back and rested her forehead against Quinn's. "You look breathtaking tonight, my love," she murmured, sincerity sparkling in her dark eyes.
"You too, Rach. You look hot and sexy as hell."
The singer chuckled then gave her another kiss.
They made their way over to the bar to join Santana and Brittany. Rachel had to laugh as the bartender just stared at the singer, his mouth hanging open. She took the stool next to Brittany and pulled Quinn down on her lap.
Quinn didn't protest at all. She wiggled her ass to get more comfortable, unintentionally causing Rachel to softly moan. Realizing she was grinding on Rachel's not-so-little friend, the blonde stilled her hips and muttered, "Sorry."
Rachel just grinned. "You are more than welcome to do that anytime, babe."
"Hey! Nutcracker doll!" Santana addressed the still gawking bartender in the way only Santana Lopez could. "Are you going to lift your jaw up off the ground and gets my two friends here some booze?"
He sputtered, trying to pull himself together and be professional. "Uh… Oh, um… Sorry," he stuttered, then turned back to Rachel. "Ms. Berry, what drink can I get started for you?"
"Vodka cran, please," the singer answered, trailing her fingertips softly up the inside of her girlfriend's arm.
"Make that two," Quinn said then closed her eyes, focusing on the incredible feeling.
The bartender nodded embarrassed and turned away to prepare the drinks.
"Hey, Matt?!" Rachel called over to her bodyguard standing off to the side of the room. "Do you want a drink?"
Matt just shook his head. "Not tonight, Rachel."
"Okay," the singer said. "But feel free to relax and hang out with us."
Matt nodded but stayed where he was.
The four girls talked for a while and ordered more drinks.
And more drinks.
Charlie and Tina came by and ordered drinks of their own, but then left again. It looked like the young blonde was have a great time. She and Tina were giddy.
A new song began to play and Brittany jumped up, grabbing Santana's hand. "I love this song! Come dance with me, San!"
Santana smirked at the other two girls. "Later, ladies," she said as she was pulled onto the dance floor where her girlfriend immediately began grinding on her.
"I'll be right back, Rach," Quinn told the singer as she stood up off her lap. "I'm going to hit up the ladies room."
Rachel nodded, standing up to give her a quick peck. Once Quinn was gone, Rachel headed over the the large glass window overlooking the main dance floor.
She smiled as she watched the hundreds of people having a great time; dancing, drinking, talking, just being with friends. Rachel always loved that kind of atmosphere - where everyone was enjoying themselves; letting the stresses of everyday roll off their shoulders and just have fun.
The noise in the room suddenly increased, like it did every time the door was opened and the noise from the main floor filtered in. Rachel didn't think much of it… until she was tackled to the ground.
"Uffph…" was the only sound she made as her body hit the floor.
She heard the body on top of her squealing in glee and the sounds of scrambling footsteps approaching.
Rachel was pinned to the floor until she felt the body on top of her being lifted. Shaking her head, she tried to clear her mind and figure out what the hell had just happened. She pushed herself to her feet and turned to look at Matt, who was holding two squealing girls with a firm grip.
"I love you, Rachel! So much!"
"I'm your biggest fan! I can't believe I'm actually in the same room as you!"
The girls kept screaming, their faces red from excitement. They had huge smiles on their faces and wide eyes, unbelieving that they were actually standing in front of their idol.
Rachel dusted off her clothes, then smiled at them. "Okay, okay. Calm down."
The girls took deep breaths, but didn't remove their eyes from the singer.
"It's okay, Matt. You can let them go," Rachel told her bodyguard.
"Only if they promise not to harass you again," Matt told her, still keeping a firm hold on the girls.
Rachel looked to the girls with an arched eyebrow.
"I promise!"
"I promise!"
Matt reluctantly let them go. And true to their word, they didn't move any closer to Rachel.
"Well, it's nice to meet you guys," Rachel looked between them. "How did you even know I was up here?"
The redhead answered, "I saw Sam when he was downstairs."
"So we hoped you were here too," the other girl said, excitement still in her voice. "And here you are!"
"Would you like me to sign anything? Or a picture?" Rachel asked, walking over toward the bar to find something to write with.
"That would be amazing!" the redhead called out.
Then the other girl's eyes widened and she squealed again, "Oh my gosh! I can't believe it's true! You're the mystery blonde woman!"
Not knowing what the girl was talking about, Rachel turned around and saw her beautiful girlfriend walking toward them.
"What's going on, Rach?" Quinn asked confused, as she looked from the bouncy girls to the singer.
Rachel smiled at her reassuringly. "Just a few fans sneaking into the VIP area."
"And attacked you," Santana offered up the information as she and Brittany approached their friends. Santana eyed the girls with a scowl.
And to their credit, both fans took a step back, immediately terrified of the Latina.
Quinn's eyes widened and she turned to Rachel. "They what?!" she exclaimed, then narrowed her eyes at the offenders.
"Tackled your diva right to the ground, before Kujo over there was able to pull them off your girl."
Rachel could see the anger rising in Quinn's eyes, so she quickly wrapped her in her arms and pressed their foreheads together. "It's really okay, Quinn. They didn't hurt me, they were just excited. It happens all the time."
"We're really sorry," one of the fans apologized.
Rachel gave Quinn a peck on her lips, then turned back to her fans, pen and paper in hand.
After autographs and pictures galore, and Rachel indulging the girls by recording her voice as their voicemail greeting, the giddy fans left and the lounge returned normal.
Quinn turned to face Matt. They hadn't had a lot of time to get to know each other, but Quinn knew he was a great guy and considered him a friend. But right now, she glared at him with her hands on her hips. "What the hell, Matt! Are you supposed to be her bodyguard. Like, as in guarding her body!"
"It was my fault. I wasn't quick enough," Matt apologized.
Rachel pulled her girlfriend into a hug. "I'm fine, Quinn. Let's just put it behind us, okay?"
Reluctantly the blonde nodded. She was ready to get back into their carefree mode where no one but Rachel existed.
The next couple hours were thankfully quiet. Well… the music and crowd were still loud, but there wasn't anymore drama. Each member of their group would filter in, dance a little, drink a little, then filter out.
Rachel and Quinn were sitting close together on one of the couches talking when Brittany bounced over to them and grabbed Quinn's hand, dragging her onto the dance floor. "Come dance with us, Quinn!"
Not wasting any time, Santana, Brittany and Quinn began dancing together amongst all the other people on the VIP dance floor.
Brittany Pierce was made to dance and everyone knew it was what she was meant to do in her life. The music flowed through her body as she easily moved to the fast beat.
The three women were pressed up against each other, laughing and having fun. Santana stood behind Quinn, holding the blonde's hips and grinding against her ass. Brittany was dancing next to them, rubbing against their bodies every so often. The music changed to a new song and the lights dimmed even lower. Santana pulled Brittany into her arms and the couple danced together as one.
The new beat was erotic and loosening, and soon Quinn let her eyes drift closed and she fell into the music, finally able to let go thanks to the many, many drinks she had consumed. One of her hands drifted up to her neck, cupping it softly as she swayed. It was entrancing and utterly soothing to feel so free, even if it was only for one night.
Lost in her own thoughts, Quinn was startled when she felt a body press up against her back. She opened her eyes, feeling an arm wrap around her waist. A moan fell from her lips as her new dance partner began to move their hips in small circles. Quinn smiled. Her hand made its way from her neck to grasp her partner's hair. It felt like thick silk through her fingers.
Her knees bent slightly as the person behind her started to move smoothly against her. They brushed continuously against her ass, causing her dress to ride up little by little. Biting her lip, Quinn pushed back into the person, grinding against them. She smirked when she heard a soft groan and felt the bulge that was pressed against her ass getting bigger. Quinn continued to sway to the music as she slid her palm up along her partner's leg until her fingers found their belt. Tugging on the stiff leather, she swung around and came face to face with her gorgeous girlfriend.
Rachel gave the blonde a cocky smirk and pulled her closer. Her hard cock was straining against her pants and she pressed it firmly against Quinn's sex. Her breath ghosted over the pale neck in front of her and placed a kiss on the soft skin when she heard a moan.
Quinn jumped in surprise when she felt Rachel's fingers begin to massage her clit. The singer had slipped her hand up Quinn's short skirt and was now rewarded with the feel of her girlfriend's damp panties.
Rachel groaned deep in her throat by how wet her sexy as hell girlfriend was. Now, Rachel knew for a fact that Quinn was not an exhibitionist, but… the lights were dim and there were people packed all around them who were lost in their own dancing, so…
Rachel crashed their lips together, deepening the kiss instantly. Their tongues slid against each other as Rachel pushed aside Quinn's panties, running her fingers through wet silk. She slid her other hand under Quinn's thigh and lifted it up so it was anchored around her waist.
Quinn suddenly realized that she must have consumed a whole hell of a lot of alcohol that night, since what she and Rachel were about to do seemed perfectly okay. No problem. Sex in public in the middle of a crowd? Sure! Why not?! Let's do it!
She felt her nether lips part as Rachel continued her ministrations. And she was thankful the music was loud enough to cover her moans of pleasure.
Rachel's mouth stretched into a wide smile as she watched from beneath hooded eyes as she quickly thrust two fingers deep inside Quinn. The blonde's low moan was making Rachel's cock harder. She would love nothing more than to be impaling her girlfriend with her cock, but she believed Quinn wouldn't want to be that exposed in public.
Rachel began to thrust slowly in and out, feeling the walls of Quinn's vagina squeeze her fingers.
Quinn moaned loudly as Rachel bent down and pressed small kisses on her shoulder. Heat thrummed in her body as Quinn began thrusting her hips along with Rachel, loving the shot of ecstasy as her clit hit Rachel's palm.
Rachel buried her head in Quinn's neck and began to pump faster, gripping tightly to her hips, and wanting to push the goddess to climax.
It didn't take long, between the delicious friction and the darkness and the ruthless thrusting, for Quinn's abdomen to begin to tighten around Rachel's fingers. "I… Oh!" She bit down into her girlfriend's shoulder to silence her screams of ecstasy. It was one of the hardest and most delicious orgasms she had ever had.
Another wave washed over Quinn as Rachel continued to relentlessly pump in and out, again and again inside the blonde. Quinn began to wonder if she would even be able to walk after this. But nonetheless, she was thrown into another orgasm.
Quinn felt light-headed as her breathing gradually returned to normal. Her eyes slowly opened and she fell into pools of dark chocolate.
Rachel grinned a stupid, just-fucked-my-girlfriend grin. She pulled her fingers out and brought them to her lips, moaning at their sweet taste.
She cupped Quinn's cheek gently and placed a sensual kiss on her lips, conveying all the love in her heart.
~~~~~QR~~~~~