When our lips locked we both caught fire

Partytime

She was really questioning herself what has gotten into her to attend this party. Why didn't she stayed home and enjoyed the week her das were out of town? Sure, she loved her dads to no end but sometimes it was very nice to be all alone, put a CD into the stereo equipment and dace through the whole house while singing.

Yes, Rachel knew she wasn't a normal sixteen-year-old, almost seventeen year old girl. Two years Glee Club only confirmed this. And it wasn't just down to her incredible talent. Even her character was, compared to her fellow students….How should she put it? Outstanding sounded too cocky. And contrary to popular beliefs Rachel wasn't a cocky girl. Sure, she knew she had a great voice and she was proud about that, but wasn't that a thing even the jocks do when they were proud of their sportiness?

"Hey, Rachy, it's a party! Why aren't you having fun?" hiccupped something next to her ears. Finn had stepped behind the couch she was sitting on, lend over the backrest und tried to put his left arm around her shoulder. It said tried because on the basis of the alcohol he took in during the party, his coordination wasn't as good as usual. And we speak of normal moves like walking and standing, not dace moves, which were a different story.

Now Rachel curled to not be dashed with beer from the cup Fin was holding in his left hand and which waved dangerously. "Finn, I'm having fun." A bald lie. Because different to her own party Rachel accepted the invitation to Santana's party but decided to stay sober. A cup of beer was the max. And she was clinging to it since the beginning. Not because she was the designated driver, no this was Mike's job today who sat with a sad look on his face between Tina and Mercedes who were laughing about something again.

Rachel thought about what Finn told her about the different types. Back then she was the type of woman who tried hitting on her ex-boyfriend and begged for a new chance. Now, a few months later, it was completely different. She was still Single but back to Finn? No way, Hozay! Same with Puck. He was with Lauren and during the evening they disappeared upstairs. Well, Santana would be delighted when she overcame her hangover and found them.

The Diva shook her head and repelled Finn who felt forward and meet the couch pillow. A satisfying snore was an indicator that he likes it. Again Rachel could only shake her head. Over the back of the quarterback she caught Quinn's view that seemed to watched the whole scene and burst into laughter. I see how aggressive she is Rachel thought.

From where Quinn stood Rachel explored the room. They all were gathered in Santana's party basement which was twice the size Rachel calls hers. There was a corner with beanbags and big pillows, a bar with everything an alcoholic loves, three big couches, different chairs, and a dance floor.

One of these chairs was occupied by Blaine, with Kurt on his lap, busily making out. The beanbags were occupied by the rest of the Warblers. The party was for both groups. Kurt wanted to have a meeting with his old friends from New Directions and his new friends from the Warblers, Santana connected it with a party and here we go…

"Man Hands, you're ruining my party." Santana cried from her spot at the bar only to break out in hysterical giggling then. Brittany, who was standing next to her and trying to get on the bar to strip, leant on her. "Rachie, dance with us." She yelled and felt almost in Artie's lap. Rachel just had to shake her head. She stood up; patted Finn's back (what gained her a lovely giggle from Quinn) and walked to the bar. "When you have an alcohol level without any commas, we talk about it, airbags!" she hissed before she left the basement. She needed fresh air.

"Wessy, I feel soooo sick!" David whines and gripped the potted plant. How he got it would be forever a secret for Wes but suddenly his best friend sat next to him with a light green pot and a pink flower in it. That was short before Wes had to drag him to the bathroom when Santana didn't want to pay a carpet cleaning. Now Davis spent his time since twenty minutes worshiping the porcelain god, having small talk with Florentine (the flower) and whining at his best friend how sick he felt.

"That's your fault, drunkard." Mercy looks totally different. Why should he pity his friend? It was his fault when he drank so much.

"You're always so mean. Florentine doesn't like you!"

"Yeah, I know, I'm nasty and mean."

"You're like our father." Nick came into the bathroom and found himself a place in the bathtub.

The head member of the council could only roll his eyes. "Yeah, I'm a tight ass because I'm overcautious and don't let myself have a good time and because I follow the rules. Yaddayaddayadda."

Wes knew the whole speech about "You're such a tight ass and don't lose yourself anytime!" by heart thanks to the many times he heard it from his friends. Funny that he was always the one that could help them out.

"Wesley…Wesley, ur name is funny! WesLEY. WesLEY!" Nick giggled.

"What do you want, you nag?"

"Are you tucking me in? I'm tired."

"First of all you're lying in the bathtub of a girl you barely knew. Second you can tuck yourself in."

"You're a meanie. " Nick complained and swaddled the shower curtain around him. Immediately the curtain cracked and covered Wes and David too.

David, still sticking to the toilet, locked confused at the ceiling, pressed Florentine closer to his body and started whining: "Wessy is gone. Wessy? Wessy?"

The only sober in the room struggled under the curtain and threw it away. His dark eyes flashing sparks. "Wessy!" Happy David fell onto his friend and put his head on his lap. At least that what he wanted to do but because Wes still kneeing, he slide to the floor and found himself on the bath carpet.

"Oh, fluffy." He mumbled and closed his eyes.

"You can't sleep here. And, Nick, you're still lying in the bathtub…You know what? Good Night." He stood up and left the bathroom. He made his way back to the stairs down to the basement. There he was almost run over by Puck and Lauren who were busily making out on these stairs.

Therefore the way don was blocked and Wes made his way to the kitchen where he took one of the tequila shots somebody purred in but never drank. In one gulp he emptied the glass before he opened the door to the backyard and stepped outside. This was his third or fourth apart from a half cup of beer. You could say he wasn't drunk.

For a moment Wes sighed as the music that blasted through the whole house turned quieter. The fresh air was good too. After hours in the basement and then in the bathroom it was refreshing to have some time for himself.

He started to guide his steps away from the house. Santana's family wasn't only owner of a big house but a big garden also. Some steps away from the house as a seating area. There he guided his steps. Only to step a little bit surprise when he saw Rachel sitting there, lost in thoughts, drawing patterns with her shoe. She looked up instantly when she heard steps.

"Oh, hi."

"Hi."

She noticed that he was standing there not sure what to do. "You can have a seat if you want. It doesn't bother me. And if you want to be alone, I wanted to go back now."

"No, you can stay. I just need some rest from this excitement in there." Wes smiled and sat next to her.

"Yeah, I understand. I couldn't stand this hurly-burly any longer, that's why I'm sitting here." Quizzical Rachel looked at him. "You're Wes, right? Head member of the Warbler council?"

"True. Kurt's reporting seems to work. And you are Rachel Berry, famous captain of New Directions and future Broadway star."

"You've done your homework very nicely."

"I like to know who I'm dealing with."

"Me too."

They smiled at each other. Suddenly the music started to get louder again and you could hear Santana screaming. "MAN HANDS, WHERE ARE YOUUUUUU? WE WANNA PLAAAAAAYYYY!" then you could hear Mercedes' laughter and the music became quieter again when the door to the garden was closed again. Wes raised one eyebrow.

"Man Hands?"

"Yep, she means me." Embarrassed Rachel dropped her head.

"You?" You could hear clearly the surprise in the Warbler's voice.

"Yeah, one of my many nicknames." She gulped. "We're not such a team like you are. I mean, we have friendships too, just look at Kurt and Mercedes, but well…" She stopped and stared on the floor. She didn't know what has gotten into her but all these thoughts which were running through her head all the time forced it ways out.

"Man Hands doesn't sound very nice, if I may say."

"It isn't supposed to be nice. It should be hurtful as possible. As good as a slushie in the face."

"Yeah, Kurt mentioned it sometime ago. Doesn't sound very delicious when you got such a thing in your face."

Against her will Rachel had to laugh. "It isn't. Well, at least grape is delicious."

Nun Wes had to laugh. Even when he wasn't able to hold back the next question: "But, if I may ask, why should one of your teammates call you this?"

The diva sighed. "Because we are no team. I mean, we're performing together, winning together, but still they are a team or something and then it's me, I'm like a lonely wolf or something. Sure, sometimes they accept me – like tonight for example-and sometimes Mercedes or Kurt says I'm their friend but that's more an On-and-Off-Friendship. I don't have a true I-go-through-thick-and-thin-with-you-Friendship." She realized what she just said and moved her hand as if she wanted to wipe it away. "Sorry, didn't mean to spam you with my problems."

"No problem. I understand that, really. I'm in a similar situation. I'm having friends I can rely on but they always tell me how correct I am and never let loose and always follow the rules which is now fun and so on. It goes on my nerves. Especially when I have to be the reasonable one. For Example tonight. I almost spend half an hour to supervise my best of all best friends who stole a potted plant from Santana and who likes the toilet so much that he goes down in front of it if you know what I mean. I didn't have much from the party."

"I had too much. It's kinda hard to celebrate with the others when you just drinking one beer." She showed him her still full cup. Wes nodded. "I only drank four shots and a half cup of beer. The other occupied David."

Again they looked at each other, a small smile playing on their lips.

"It seems as we both can't stand this party any longer."

"I agree. So, what do we do now?"

"Should I drive you home?"

Surprised Rachel looked at him. "You Dalton guys are real gentlemen, aren't you?"

"That's the uniform. It facilitates this effect. And the rest is credit to our education." Wes grinned and stood up. Rachel got up too. "Then I take that offer."

Together they walked to Wes' car. Because it was standing in driving direction, they first reached the passenger side. Wes opened the door. "I beg you to enter, Miss Berry."

"Thank you, Mr Montgomery." She got into the car and waited for her companion to do the same. He looked at the bathroom window with a sigh.

"If I should leave money for Santana? Nick demolished her shower curtain."

"Believe me, that's not the only one Santana will find tomorrow. Finn's drool on the couch is just another tiny thing."

"Ah, okay." Wesley got into the car, buckled on and started the engine. The lights went on and lighten the street before them. Also the radio started. Wes adjusted the volume and hit the road. First to the end of Santana's driveway. Then he looked at his co-driver.

"Where do you live?"

"Are you street-smart in Lima? If not I guide you. First left to the crossroad."

"Okay, then I surrender to your guidance. And let me tell you, I never do that. Bad Experience."

"So? What?"

"Sudden breakdown in Dayton. Or empty tank in the forest because it was short cut. Okay, this short cut was three hours longer than normal, whatever?"

Rachel roared with laughter.

"Okay, that's bad. But I have to confess I can't read any maps either."

"I can teach you."

"I take this offer, be careful what you say."

A while they drove in silence. Only Rachel's occasional remarks where to drive were heard. The Radio was playing quietly and after the noise at the party both enjoyed these "silence". Suddenly the first beats from Katy Perry's "Firework" came up. Wes rolled his eyes.

"And now Blaine is not here. Too bad."

"You don't like Katy Perry?"

"Not since my best friends worships her and listen to her songs every day."

With a knowing smile Rachel nodded before she started singing alone.

With a smile Wes looked at her, how she started shining while singing. Something he recognized at the Regionals for the first time. Rachel had some incredible presence on stage.

Now she recognized that he was watching her because she stopped and turned red. "Sorry, I always sing along with some songs when I hear them on the radio."

"You're voice is amazing."

She blushed more. "Thanks. I would return the compliment but I never heard you singing except at the group numbers and that sounded really good."

"Thanks. Maybe you get the opportunity to hear me singing a solo." He winked at her and Rachel was so stunned she almost missed the street where they had to turn in. "Stop, you have to turn here right."

Wes drove into the street and Rachel tried by concentration to turn her face to a normal color again. No surprise this young man was flirting to her, right?

Okay, change of topic.

"Sometimes I hear song in the radio and I think how it would be…"

"…to sing them in choir." Wes completed the sentence of his co-driver.

"No way, you too? Oh my god, you can tell we both are leaders and do everything for our clubs. I do so much for Glee Club sometimes that I can't think of anything else and want to start right on the spot."

"I know. Sometimes I make list of songs or things I want to yield at Warbler meetings but sometimes I can't do anything from these lights because somebody makes another suggestion or my suggestions are canceled."

"Did you really have a gavel or did Kurt fabricate that?"

"No, as head member of the council it's my job to open every Warblermeeting, to close it or make sure everything goes its rightful way. Everything with the gavel. And no, I'm not morbidly obsessed with that thing, that's only an assertion."

"Hm, I needed a gavel too. Maybe the others would listen to me then. And if not I hit them."

Those made Wes smirk. "I can lean it to you maybe. Mr Bang's guest appearance at yours."

"Or I buy one by myself. A Mrs Bang and then we marry her off to him. Oh, here's my house."

"Let's do it!" The young Dalton student stopped the car and held his hand out to Rachel. "Okay, we're planning the wedding." The captain of New Directions grinned and accepted.

"Give me your number for potential questions about deco and music."

No sooner said than done. Wes saved his number in Rachel's cell phone and she did the same in his phone.

As soon as these formalities were clarified, she put her phone back in the bag of her jeans and unbuckled.

"Wes, thank you for driving me."

"You're welcome."

"Get home safely."

"I will, don't worry."

Rachel looked at her companion. She was on the same wavelength as Wes, she could feel it. And maybe it was the alcohol (She just wasn't used to drink or the beer was foul) or just the wayward constellation that brought her here, she doesn't knew it, what makes her leaning forward and pressing a short kiss in Wes' lips.

For the record: It was a real short kiss, their lips didn't touch each other longer than ten second, but it was enough to let little electroshocks shot through her body. And who thought uncomfortable silence or public relations crisis would be next, was mistaken. Instead stuttering around like something, Rachel commanded all the courage.

"Are you coming in?"

The young Asian gulped hard. "Your parents?"

"Drove away for a week this morning."

Without any words Wes directed his car into the Berry's driveway, turned off the engine and left the car after he unbuckled. He let himself guided to the front door by Rachel and after that he let himself pulled upstairs in her room.

Rachel released his hand she took and turned around to face them. Perhaps the pink princess room should embarrass and perhaps it should embarrass her what she was doing, but it was not.

Even Wes seemed to lose his barometer of awkwardness/ his feeling of uneasiness completely when he unfasten Rachel's hips and pulled her closer. Their lips touched again, this time for a real kiss. Rachel's lips parted as the tongue of her acquaintance stroke over it and her hands found a way around his neck to pull him closer. She enjoyed the warmth Wes' hands radiated, even more when he pulled up her thin pullover and stroke over the naked skin. Hastily she broke away from the kiss und let himself pulled the disturbing piece of clothing over her head. Before they sank into another kiss, she doffed his black jacket over his shoulders and let it fall on the floor without locking. The white t-shirt he was wearing under the jacket wasn't he wearing any longer.

Now totally topless (minus Rachel's bra which wasn't that much clothing to disturb) they nestled up to each other and started kissing. Erratic Rachel's hands wandered over the back of her visitor while Wes let the kiss wander from her lips to her cheek and then down her neck.

Now the diva wasn't able to hold back a moan when Wes sucked on a sensitive spot between neck and shoulder. She tilted her head back and savored the contingencies which benefit like nothing she experienced before.

Utterly distracted she barely realized how Wes put his arms around her and they landed entangled on her bed. Only then as she felt the soft material of the blanket she awoke from her trance and looked up to him curiously.

Wes had supported himself with both arms right and left of her head and bend over her. "You are beautiful." He whispered into her ear. "Too bad Dalton is an all boys school." Playfully he bit into her earlobe what elicit her a loud moan and got her to push her back up to press against him. "Talented and good locking, you would be a Warbler without rehearsal."

"And I can't stand these blazers anymore; the New Directions will welcome you instantly."Rachel panted and ran her fingers softly through his hair. He lifted his head and smiled lovingly at her before she rolled them over.

Now Rachel was sitting next to him and kissed his throat, his neck, let her lips wander over his upper body down. Made the older one moan quietly. These sounds let a frisson running down her spine and when Wes started to move his fingertips softly over her exposed skin and then over her butt, her composure flew out the window.

Rachel got up and opened the buttons of her jeans. Due to the tight fitting she had to stand up in order to undress her jeans. A fact Wes couldn't really mind, had he now enough time to watch Rachel's small body now only covered with a black bra and a matching panty.

"Don't you wanna doff your jeans off too?" She leaned against the frame of her bed and turned her head a little to the left. Her long hair was flooding over her shoulder like a waterfall and she played with her hair-ends. Something Wes had to chuckle about. It was a perfect picture how this smoking hot girl stood there so innocently and played with her hair.

He stood up and doff off his trousers. Relieved, his arousal had now more space, he slid onto the bed again and held his hand out to Rachel. "Come here, beautiful."

Rachel gripped his hand and let herself pulled onto the bed again. She had to laugh as she zingy landed on him and he wrapped his arms around her. They kissed for a few minutes and enjoyed the body heat from the other.

Eventually Rachel's hand wandered over his chest and further down, stroke softly over the hem of his tight boxers. That was the time when Wes caressing pulled some streak away from her face. "Your first time?" he asked in a low voice. Rachel nodded. "You hardly notice." He assured her and pulled her down again to fight another passionate battle of tongues.

During that Rachel let her hand, encouraged through their "talk", wanders into his shorts and massaged his stiff member. The kiss was interrupted, this time by Wes, and he moaned loudly. Relentless Rachel looked him into the eyes while she was massaging him.

But eventually a line was reached. Slowly Wes pulled her hand away. "Stop it or'll cum right now, Beauty." Again they kissed passionately. During the kiss he opened her bra. Carefully his hand moved under her bra-straps and slid them from her shoulders. Over and over his fingertips caressed the soft skin under the straps and Wes removed the second-last item of clothing Rachel was wearing by now. As soon as the bra disappeared in a corner of her room, Rachel took her companion's hand and stroke over shoulder, collarbone and finally over her hard nipples. These feelings she experienced right now were sensational and let she become wetter by the second.

Because of this feeling, she moved her hands under the hem of her panty and pulled it down. She was fully aware that Wes was watching her. When she was lying next to him entirely exposed she became aware of his smile. "What?"

"As I said, gorgeous."

Ashamed she looked down. He put a hand under her chin and forced her softly to look up. "Don't be shy, you are gorgeous and more than sexy."

That was the last bit Rachel needed for her self-confidence. She clung to Wes while she moved away his boxers. Then she rose up again and threw her hair back over her shoulder.

Without turning away from her full lips or her dark eyes, Wes sat up and kissed her neck and her collarbone. "Are you using protection?"He breathed into her ear. "Yes, but in the bedside table are condoms." Was the low moaned answer. Rachel pulled away from Wes and leant over to her bedside table. While she was searching for a condom, the young Asian kissed her shoulder blade and her spine. Goosebumps followed the kisses.

Finally Rachel found what she was searching for and ripped the packing open. You realized it was her first time because her fingers were shaking when she pulled the condo on Wes's member.

She looked him deep in the eyes. Boundless trust was the only thing you could see. She was ready to give him the biggest thing in her life and only because she knew he would never hurt her. Vice Versa she could see in his eyes the same trust and consideration for all her feelings and sentiments.

She laid down and pulled him down with her. Readily she spread her legs and he laid down between them. To distract her from the pain, he kissed her again while pushing into her. Nevertheless it hurt, just like the description in books or from some girls. But soon the pain made room for a feeling, Rachel never felt before. All her nerve ending were tensed and when Wes started to move, it was all up with her. She threw her head back and moaned loudly. She wasn't able to describe such a wave of feelings in any other way. It was overwhelmingly and she understood why some people cried during it.

Wes felt the same. Rachel felt so good, so totally different from his ex-girlfriends. When he moved inside Rachel everything seemed to fit. Aliens could have landed in the garden he wouldn't noticed it. All that matters was that girl under him, who was digging her nails into his back and moaning again and again and whimpering in pleasure. And the more he enjoyed being so close to Rachel, the merrier he was coming nearer to his climax.

It was perfect. Just as a first time had to happen, Rachel felt it. Everything fitted. And Wes inside her, on top of her, everything was exactly the way it should be. Maybe it was coincidence, maybe fate, Rachel didn't care. The important thing was that this happened really.

However she felt her climax near.

"I..Oh god…I…I…Ohhhh!" Moaning she pressed her back up when a wave of ecstasy took her and carried her away. She felt everything in her tighten and she heard Wes moaning louder than before when he reached his climax too. Her head was spinning and she felt like she was on cloud nine. It took some time until she was partly back in reality. Even then the emotions resonated, their joint moaning, the proximity.

Wes weren't able to hold it any longer. Rachel pressed too much and when she came, he said good bye to reality for a while. He felt like floating. No, he never felt like this with his ex, not one single time. Rachel's moaning was the most beautiful thing in the world, that's for sure.

Still totally hazy he pulled out of Rachel and himself fall next to her. The used condom found its way into the trash and she pulled the blanket which was askew during the sex, over them before snuggle up to his warm body.

"Thank you, Wes." She mumbled. Tenderly he kissed her on top of her hair and pulled her closer. Exhausted but happy it didn't take long and entangled both fell asleep.

Ok, that's my first Glee Fic. I hope you enjoyed it and write many comments. Please keep in my mind that English isn't my mother-tongue, so if you find any mistakes, you can keep them =)

Can't wait to read your reviews.

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