Supremacy Part 5
New directions come on stage, and the music starts. I feel a longing, remembering how much fun I had on that stage. I'll be honest, I miss it. Even with all the drama that came with Glee, they're some of my best memories. Britt and Jake take center stage, they're amazing. I notice San's eyes fixed on Brittany, her eyes never leaving her. Probably how I'm looking at Kitty.
I see Kitty wink, and I feel kinda embarrassed at how my body reacts. I feel a wetness grow between my legs as I think about what we might be getting up to after this.
"Who's your little devil girl winking at preggers?" Santana asks next to me. Trust her to notice.
"I told her to do it, to the male judge."
"Hrrmm, looks like she was doing it our way, to you." I roll my eyes.
"Do you have to try find a lesbian sub-text in everything" She brushes my comment off, and I'm glad I have her on her back foot.
The performance is going amazingly. The glitter cannons go off, and everyone in the crowd does as well.
And then everything goes horribly wrong.
My eyes are so fixed on Kitty, I don't notice Marley start to lose it. On the last note Kitty strikes her pose, and I start applauding. It isn't until Santana and Puck stand and point that I realise Marley fainted. The New directions rush off stage, and we hurry out of our seats to the choir room.
I stand in the door, not wanting to crowd Marley, and worried if I'm not focusing on her my body will find it's way to Kitty.
Everyone either fusses over her or stands in shock. Artie mentions that this is the first time that someone has every fainted on stage. Yeah, that's gonna make her feel better.
They get her some juice or something, and then the accusations start.
"She hasn't been eating, she's been skipping lunch." Jake mentions. So, you're only bringing it up now?
"Is it because you've been telling her to? You trying to turn her into a damn 'rexi?" Santana doesn't hold any punches. She has her arms crossed over her chest, and I know she means business. The thing that makes me worry is her eyes are set on Kitty. I want to tell San to back off, but I still don't want to overstep anything. Defending Kitty? San would definitely know something was happening.
Wait? Wasn't that the point? Wasn't I doing this to rub it in San's face?
"What? No. Why would I… Why would I want…" Kitty stutters out. Her eyes panic, and she looks around the room, briefly landing on me before going back to San.
"Coz you're a crazy evil bitch." I take a step closer, ready to grab San before she lashes out, but Mr. Schue runs into the room. Took his time, how did we all get here before him?
Sue walks in and puts the icing on this shit pile of a cake and tells everyone The Warblers has been announced as winners. The entire mood flattens. Everyone looses their fire about what happened and they just look lost. Kitty looks broken, the tension from San's words earlier still sitting in her body. I know I said that we couldn't start anything, but I know she's gonna need someone to just be there for her. From the looks of things she isn't exactly close with many of them.
Everyone starts to slip out of the choir room, and I wait outside the door for Kitty. She's one of the first to leave, I guess she wants to get out from underneath Santana's death glare as quickly as possible.
"Kitty…" I say and she turns to me. Her eyes look like they're trying to hold back tears. My stomach turns to knots, and I take her hand before anyone else sees and pull her down the corridor. Once we're around a corner I pull her into me and hold her tightly. We stay like that for long minutes, my hand rubbing her back, her body pressed hard against mine.
We break apart when we here the door to the choir room being locked, and I realise we should probably leave before we get locked into the school. We walk outside to the parking lot, and there's only a few cars left.
"Are you're parents picking you up?"
"No, I… I said I'd call them. I was so confident we'd win, I thought… I though we'd be celebrating for a while."
"Come on." We get to my car, and I start to drive her to her house. The air is tense. I feel her keep glancing at me, but I don't dare take my eyes off the room. I don't trust myself to bring them back, and I of all people know what that can lead to.
We get to her house, and I turn the engine off. Ok Quinn, you might regret this, but I'm sure you'll feel worse if you don't do it.
"Do you want me to stay?" Her eyes find mine, and it's almost as if relief washes over her. She nods, and we undo our seat belts and make our way inside. She offers me a drink, I decline, and she leads me to her room. She turns on a lamp, and finds something for me to wear, shorts and a tank top. She excuses herself to her bathroom to get changed, and quickly slide out of my dress and change.
Once she's back, I move to the bathroom and take off my make-up. I spend a few moments just looking at myself in the mirror. I start to question myself again. Probably not the best time to do this, when I'm already at her house. Last night and earlier were fun, they were great, but this has such a weight behind it.
Did I have feelings for Kitty? Well, yeah, I did.
Did I know if they were actual, real feelings or just myself getting caught up in the excitement of being back at my school and trying to out do Santana? That one I wasn't as sure about. And even if they are real, did I want to admit it? Could I? She was so much younger than me.
But that was part of the appeal, wasn't it? This younger, inexperienced girl who's never known anyone else's touch except mine. Who looks up to me, makes me feel bigger than I am. One more night, I can spend tonight with Kitty and then I can leave it. I'll go back to Yale and everything would go back to normal. I can keep this weekend as ammunition for next time Santana has a go at me, and that would be that.
I leave her bathroom to find Kitty under the covers already curled up into herself. I walk over to the other side of the bed, and turn off the light as I slide in. She doesn't move, her body faced away from me, so I move closer and put my arm around her. I hear her sniff.
"You probably want to know. About what happened, about what Santana said…"
"Shhhh, we don't need to talk about it if you don't want to." Her body relaxes some more.
"And don't listen to Santana, she's a bitch." She lets a small laugh escape her lips.
"Just get some rest, it was a big night, you must be so tired." I press even closer into her, my face close enough that I could smell her shampoo. It was intoxicating.
Soon she's asleep, her breathes get deeper and steady. I feel sleep dragging me off too, but I quickly press my lips against the back of her head before I'm pulled under as well.
I wake to a soft, almost ticklish feeling on my neck, and I realise I've moved onto my back during the night. It's pitch black in the room, obviously some ridiculous hour in the middle of the night. I feel the tickling return, and I can't for the life work out what it is, until I feel the familiar wetness of a tongue against my pulse. I take in a quick breath, god it feels good. I remember where I am, and more importantly whom I'm with.
"Kitty, what are you doing?" My voice is a whisper.
"Saying thank you." I start to protest, but her lips meet mine. The kiss is hot, but quick.
"You've been so good to me the last few days. Not a lot of people like me at McKinley…" I try to interrupt her, but she puts her finger over my lips.
"Don't try deny it, it's true. And you're leaving later today, and I know this isn't going to work, I'm too young and whatever. So, lets just, have… now. And deal with that later…" Before she's even finished my hand finds the back of her head and I pull her back to my lips. It's scorching, and our tongues quickly find each other. She's right, it's exactly what I said to myself in the mirror earlier. Just do what you want for this weekend, and work it all out back in New Haven.
"But we have to be quiet, my parents are home." The idea that I was about to have sex with this girl that was young enough that we had to worry about parents sent a wave of heat through my body. Fuck, this was so wrong, but it felt so good.
I move to roll us over but Kitty's weight on my legs stops me. I can barely make her out in the dark, but she pushes my shoulders back to the bed, and re-attaches her lips to my neck. Her hand pushes its way under my tank, and her fingertips touch the underside of my breast. I let my hands tangle in her hair, pulling her lips back to mine. I'm glad I did, and her hand moves higher and brushed over my nipple. I moan into her mouth, trying to be as quiet as I can.
Her hand continues it's journey, heading down my body and she plays with the waistband of my shorts. She's nervous, and I remember that, like me, she's never done this before.
"Kitty, you don't have to… this feels so good, as long as you keep kissing me…" I move her face back to mine, and soon our lips are pressed together again. Apparently that was the little bit of confidence she needed, even though that wasn't why I said it. Her finger slip beneath my shorts and come into contact with the flood between my legs that happened somewhere between tasting her earlier and waking up to her lips.
"God Quinn…" She whispers against my lips. She moves slowly, bumping my clit every now and then. I trail my hands down her back, resting them on her ass as she continues to explore me. I'm so worked up, I'm sure I'm going to come any second. I bring one of my hands to her hip, and ease it between our bodies, inside her shorts.
God, she's as wet as I was. I slip between her folds easily, and circle around her entrance. Soon her hand follows suit and I feel her finger slide inside me.
Fuck.
I slide my finger inside her soon after, still amazed at how tight she is. Soon a second finger joins her first. I know I'll never be the same as I was before Beth, but I'm glad with the comfortable fullness of Kitty's fingers. I'm hesitant to add a second finger, the angle doesn't make it any easier, and I'm already being gripped tightly by her walls.
We start to rock against each other, messily kissing each other between gasps for air. I know I'm not far off, so I press harder into Kitty. She falls into my body, nuzzling her mouth against my neck as she moans, and the change in angle makes her hit a place inside me that sends me tumbling over. I bring my hand from her ass to my mouth so I can try muffle the moan that rips out of me. I see stars, and the dark room feels like it's spinning. I slowly slide out of Kitty, and she does the same, and I already miss the feeling of her inside me. Her body falls on top of mine, and it's strangely comfortable to have her weight resting on me.
We don't say anything else. What is there to say? We both know what's going to happen in the morning, I'm heading back to my life, and she'll continue with hers here in Lima. This was it. The end of an interesting and amazing weekend.
Somehow, though, I knew it wouldn't be.