AN: Ok, so I'm back! Yay!
I'm so so sorry it's taken so long, I've been distracted with a heap of other things, and trying to decide whether to re-write this to fit with canon or not was just putting me off. So, I'm keeping it as is. ND don't get cancelled at the end of season 5, there are more good times with Quitty!
The song they sing is 'This love' by The Veronicas
Kitty's POV just for something different
Supremacy Part 20
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"I love you, and I want to be able to show that to everyone." She holds my hand just that little bit tighter. We're sitting in the auditorium, and we've slid down in our seats so we can hold hand without anyone seeing yet. I'm ready, I don't care about what their gonna say. I can't hold it in anymore, it's been a bit over 6 months now, and I can't hide how I feel. So I asked Quinn to come back to McKinley again to sing with me, to show everyone what we felt.
"Next up, we're got Kitty and Quinn." Our fingers separate and we walk up to the stage. We take our seats, and I angle my body towards Quinn slightly. After all, I'm singing this song for her. The guitars start and we sing. At first the group watches us and nods along, but then I let my focus shift more to her. I've heard her sing before, even before I met her.
I never told her, but I saw them preform at nationals in Chicago last year. Hell, I'd been following the story of Quinn Fabray for longer than that. From the moment I realised what cheerleading was, she was my idol. I'd seen her on TV with the Cheerios, preforming at cheerleading competitions.
And when my parents had told me that we were moving to Lima, I knew I had to go to McKinley. I was only upset that I wouldn't be able to go to school with her. So I decided the next best thing. I would be her.
And now, 10 months after starting at McKinley, I fully understand. I didn't want to be her. I wanted to be with her.
I look back at the rest of the Glee club, and there's mixed expressions on their faces. Tina has her mouth open, and the majority of their faces are covered in shock. Ryder looks kinda disappointed, and Artie looks confused. Blaine and Unique seem to be the only ones sort of smiling.
Quinn's hand finds its way into mine somewhere during the bridge, and I know this was right. I finally look at Mr. Schue, who just has an expression of concern. The song finishes, and as we stand Quinn wraps my in her arms.
"Just remember what we spoke about. I'll be here for you, no matter what they say." I nod as she whispers to me.
The others start to clap slowly, I'm pretty sure most of them don't know what to think. We move apart from each other, but I keep my grip on her hand.
"So, as you probably got from the song, Quinn and I are together. I love her, and I know this is a safe place that I can express that in. And I'd like if you could respect my wishes and not go spreading this around the school just yet." Yeah right, like that was gonna happen.
Blaine and Unique stand up and clap, and soon Marley does too, making Jake stand as well.
We take our seats again, and Quinn holds my hand tight. I'm happy we can do this without needing to hide it. I feel relieved that we've told everyone, but I know that that's the least of the problems that we're going to start now.
Quinn has to leave not long after, her train was later that night and she needed to go get her bag packed, so she says goodbye and gives me a quick kiss before exiting the theatre.
"I'm so proud of you." She whispers into one last hug, and then she's gone. I know I'll see her in a couple of weeks at Nationals, but like every time she's gone, it just feels like part of me is missing.
Glee finishes up, and we all start to leave. Marley hugs me tight, and some of the others rub my shoulder or tell me that they're happy for us. Ryder avoids eye contact completely, as does Tina. I hear Sam ask Blaine if there's something about him that's making all of the cheerleaders he dates like girls.
"Kitty, could I see you for a minute?" Mr. Schue's voice comes from behind me. This is what I knew was coming.
"Yes, Mr. Schue?" He rubs his hand against his chin, and I can see he's trying to work out what to say.
"Come with me." He leads me through the school to Mrs. Pillsbury-Schuster's office, and I wonder if she really thought about how ridiculous her name sounds. They speak for a few moments before they call me in as well.
"What's up?"
"Kitty, we're concerned about you're relationship with Quinn Fabray." She speaks quietly, and I can see why she's good for this job. She doesn't sound accusing or judgemental at all.
"We mean, Quinn is a great girl, but she's older than you, a lot older. You're only 16." Mr. Schue chimes in. Mrs. Pillsbury-Schuster hands me a pamphlet.
'So, you're relationship is kind of illegal.'
"Sometimes it can seem all glamorous to be dating someone who's older than you, someone in college, but there can be consequences. She might expect other things from this, things that she might be able to convince you to do."
"You know you're taking about Quinn right? The same Quinn that you had in your choir room for the last three years?"
I take a deep breath, and get ready for my rehearsed lines.
"I know it seems… strange, but I love her. And she loves me. She's so caring and loving, and nothing like all the guys here that just want to have sex with me."
"So you guys haven't…" The question is left open, neither of them wanting to bring up the 'S' word. Here's where the real acting comes in. I look between them confused, before my face changes to realisation, then shock.
"Sex? No! What… No, no! I'm a Christian, I'm saving myself until marriage."
"She's not pressuring you at all?" Mrs. Pillsbury-Schuster asks.
"No, Quinn is so sweet. She'd never do something like that. She knows how much that ruined her. She'd… She respects me and my choices."
The two teachers share a look, like they realise what Quinn and I already know. If we're not having sex there's not a lot they can do. It's not illegal to say you're in love with someone, or you're dating someone, and long as that's all they think we're doing then we're ok.
"Ok, but remember, if you ever feel uncomfortable, or she tries to, you know, you can always come to us." Like everyone, they're worried that because I'm only 16 I can't make my own decisions. Like how Quinn was at the start.
I'm glad she changed her mind about that.
We arrive in L.A, and the sun beating down on my face is hot. Nationals are only 3 days away, and the nerves are starting to get to us all.
Ryder still hasn't spoken to me. I'd overheard him asking Jake how he can be cool with it, and it was just weird to be dating someone that much older. I made a point to walk right past them, saying hello and mentioning that Quinn was coming to LA to support all of us at Nationals. I know it was bitchy, but I really don't care. Who is he to judge me?
Quinn arrives tomorrow, and I'm practically counting down the seconds. I haven't seen her since the day we told everyone. We know now that everyone knows, especially Mr. Schue, we can show our affections a bit more but we need to hide the fact that we can't keep our hands off each other better.
We check into our hotel rooms, and Marley and I are sharing a room. I can deal with that, she hasn't changed how she acts around me since I came out about everything.
The first day flies by, and then halfway through the second day of Mercedes, Mike and Quinn join us. I feel a like bit yucky, I'm in sweats and a tank top, and kinda sweaty from the dancing. But the second she walks into the room, I bounce over to her to hug her.
"Hey babe." She says quietly.
"Hey yourself." I say back and she gives me a quick kiss on the cheek.
"I missed you so much." I add at the end.
"I missed you too." We break away as Mr. Schue announces what our plans are for the rest of the day. Mike was gonna take some of the guys who needed a bit more help with their moves, Mercedes was gonna work with us on our vocals and Quinn would help out with some of the finishing touches to polish up our performance.
We've been at it for a little over an hour, and everything seemed to be going OK until I hear Tina raise her voice from the other side of the room. I look over to see Quinn with her hands on her hips, starring down Tina and Ryder.
"Look, if you're not going to listen to what I have to say to help you, then maybe…" Ryder interrupts her.
"How am I supposed to listen to anything you have to say when all I can think about is how you're taking advantage of Kitty?"
"It's wrong Quinn, you're in college and you're in a relationship with a sophomore?" Tina chimes in with her 'wisdom'.
"She's 16, you can't think that this is ok." Neither of them let her get a word in.
"You're using her."
"She's still in high school."
"She doesn't know what she wants."
"ENOUGH!" Mr. Schue yells out through the room. Everyone goes quiet, but I can't keep how I'm feeling to myself. I walk over, standing in between Quinn and them.
"Don't you dare attack my girlfriend like that! She doesn't deserve it, she's done absolutely nothing to you. If you have a problem with us, whatever. But don't assume you know what's best for me, especially when you won't even speak to me about it to see how I feel!"
I storm out of the room, and I don't even care where I'm going. I can feel the anger building up in me, and I want to put my fist through the wall. I curl my hands up into fists as I walk down the corridor that leads to my room. I hear someone coming up behind me.
"Kitty…" I turn to find Quinn standing about 6 feet from me. I know I'm glaring at her, but I'm just so fucking angry at them. Is it wrong that I also feel extremely turned on?
"Who do the think they are? Saying those things about you? About us?" She takes a step closer.
"Like, they don't even know. Sure, maybe you felt like that at the start too, but they have no idea what they're talking about." One more step. The anger is still there, but the adrenalin pumping in my veins seems to be turning to arousal. Now in equal parts I want to put my fist through the wall, and have Quinn fuck me hard.
I close the distance between us and grab her wrist, dragging her the rest of the way to my room. Once the door is closed, I press her against it and kiss her hard. My hands move to quickly to undo the sash holding her dress around her waist, and then to lift it over her head. We break our kiss to get it off, and while she does that I quickly shed my sweats and panties.
"I need you to fuck me, I need you to fuck me hard." She flips us and presses me against the wall. She starts to kiss my neck and my collarbone, and it feels good, but it's way too slow. I need more right now.
"Quinn, I need you. Now." I push her head down further until her face is against my core. She knows exactly what I needs and stops teasing me. Instead she drives her tongue straight into me and starts lapping at my clit. I hold her head firmly against me, I can't risk that she's going to go anywhere.
I grip the back of her head and push her further into me, hopefully showing her how desperate I am. She sucks on my clit, and pleasure flows through me. I tighten my grip in her hair, and she groans with my clit in her mouth.
But I still need more.
I pull her away from my pussy and her face is soaked. She licks her top lip, and I'm pretty sure I just managed to get even wetter. I bring her back to my mouth, and smash our lips together. Oh god, I know it's weird, but I love when tastes like me. Like, she still tastes like herself underneath, but, gah, it's so good.
Her fingers replace her tongue immediately, and she fills me so perfectly. I can feel my pussy clench every time her fingers push into me, and it feels amazing. My leg immediately moves to her waist and she grasps my thigh to hold it there.
I lick across her cheek, and thinking about what she was doing to get her face this wet makes me moan. My body feels like electricity is shooting through it each time her fingers press deep inside me. I don't know how she does it, how she makes me feel so good every time she touches me.
I keep kissing her face, tasting myself each time, and every time my tongue hits her skin she thrusts into me harder.
"Like that?"
"No, I need you deeper, I need…" I don't even know the words to use to describe what I need her to do to me. She takes my leg that's around her waist and lifts it up higher, until she's holding it straight up against my body. She then pushes her fingers back inside me.
Holy fucking shit.
She's so deep inside me. Like, so fucking deep. She kisses me again, but its short lived. I can't stop the moans that are ripping from my throat, and they sound completely foreign. She's thrusting into me fast, and pretty soon I don't even know what's happening. I can only focus on the pressure deep inside me that's fuelled by the steady in, out, in, out of her fingers.
She pulls out completely and re-enters with three fingers this time, and my vision goes. As she pounds into me, I can feel my pussy stretch each time she pushes forward. I love that feeling more than anything. Feeling like I'm so full I might burst. So full of Quinn.
I finally feel something snap inside me and I bite down on her shoulder as my body feels like it's getting ripped apart. My eyes close tight as all kinds of colours flash behind them and I scream into her skin. My body goes slack and I fall against her, and she gently carries me to the bed. As her fingers slip out from inside me I feel myself clench at the sudden emptiness. That's one of my favourite and less favourite feelings.
She holds me until my body stops quivering, and then whispers that she should get back to practise so no one gets suspicious.
"I'll take a shower and come back down to meet you guys." She kisses my forehead, and tells me she loves me, no matter what they say.
In the shower I can still feel the hum of my orgasm under my skin. I wish Quinn could have stayed and been in here with me, but we know we have to be careful.
Still, I can't help but think about what we could have gotten up to if she could have been here.