I'm soo sorry, but Rachel didn't want to dance for me (you'll get it, later). This chapter is gonna be divided into 2 because it's taking forever to get to the "helping" part... so, I hope you like it! Reviews are love! Love love, Say that you love me! Glee and any song used in this chapter are not mine. I kinda love
'Harder' Rachel moans. Quinn is kissing down her neck and begins to thrust harder. Rachel pulls her up for a kiss and switch positions with Quinn.
'Fuck, I love it when you ride me.' Quinn says taking a nipple in her mouth and feels Rachel's hands on her hair locking her in her place.
"Quinn"
'Oh! Rachel, keep going… I'm so close' She moans in the valley of Rachel's breasts.
"Quinnie" She can tell someone is talking and it isn't Rachel. She is kind of worried that someone may be watching them but she got distracted when the pint-sized diva kisses her again. "Quinn, wake up!"
And those were the magic words that brought Quinn back. She was dreaming… again. It started that Sunday, a month ago, and she hasn't been able to get the brunette out of her head.
She's been avoiding Rachel, hasn't talked to her, she hasn't even been to Glee for crying out loud! But the brunette hasn't leave her mind for a second. To make things worst Rachel's relationship with Finn seemed to be going perfectly well and she has to see them making out in the hallways. 'Ew, gross! I don't understand how she can kiss him, and the height difference is ridiculous! I'm like a couple inches taller than her, perfect height! Doesn't she have a sore neck or something after kissing him?'
"Hey, Q, what got your panties in a twist?" Santana's voice comes out of nowhere, startling Quinn. "You look like you're smelling something..." She says following Quinn's line of sight, who isn't fast enough to avert her eyes from the awkward couple. "C'mon! Quinn you gotta be kidding me! Finnocent? You really wanna go down —" Suddenly Santana goes quiet, looking shocked. Quinn doesn't understand what is going on through Santana's head.
Santana is having random flashbacks. Their first day at high school, after Cheerios auditions, how the blonde kept looking at the brunette. How the next day Quinn didn't even acknowledge the girl and begun calling her names. How she always seemed to know whether Rachel was on school or if she was missing, that stupid excuse Quinn used to join Glee, the glances during the performances, the questionable jealousy towards Finn or Puck, who dated the diva. The drawings. The video the blonde was watching a few months ago. It all made sense now.
"Santana?" Quinn asks after a while.
"Oh my God!" Santana is looking at Quinn with wide eyes. "You're in love with Rachel!"
"What?!" Quinn doesn't know what to do. "I'm not—"
"Oh my God! You ARE!" Santana's mind is racing. If Quinn is struggling with her feelings towards the diva she outta feel like the worst. "That's why! Oh Quinn! You're worse than a 5 years-old kid with a crush!" She said stage whispering.
"Would you shut up! I know that Santana." Quinn says, she is panicking a little. 'Santana already know I like girls, right? May as well know everything'. "I know I acted like a pre-schooler with her. I kinda knew my feeling for her, okay? I just—"
"You just couldn't act on them. I get it and like I said, I got your back, Q." Santana tells her. "Wait! You said you 'kinda knew'?" Santana asks after Quinn's word settle in her brain.
"I… umm, yeah, kind of. The first time I saw her I thought she was really pretty and the dress she was wearing showed off her butt and those legs… perfectly." Quinn says dreamingly. "But then I went home and Dad kept on rating about "those homos and that abomination of a daughter they dared raising", I knew I couldn't be friends or even talking to her. He told me to make her life miserable, you know?" She finishes miserably. Truth is that she was able to be friends with Santana because her dad is a doctor and the have money, otherwise her dad would've forbid her to talk to her too. "Latina? What a disgrace! At least her family has money. Be friend her." Those were her father's words about her friend.
"You know what," a mischievous grind takes over Santana's expression. "Let auntie Tana help you get your girl"
"Oh no." If Quinn was panicking before, she is having a panic attack now. She knows Santana well enough to know that this wasn't good. "No, no, no, Santana. Stay out of this… please?"
"I promise I won't hurt her?" Santana tries, but Quinn's face is pretty much convincing her to leave them alone. 'Ugh! What's wrong with me? I'm on everybody's business! Stupid friendships.' "Please, tell me you're going to do something. Sing her a song, b-be her secret admirer, but don't let that oaf take your girl."
"First, she's not my girl. Second… you care about Rachel!" She can't believe it, Santana is blushing a little. "You care about her, that's really sweet San"
"I— I don't!" The Latina nearly screams at her. "I don't. You're my friend, Q. I want you to be happy." The girl admits but she isn't going to admit that she really cares about the midget. 'Nope, noo, no, ni en un millón de años.'
"Still sweet" Quinn sing-sang softly before hugging an unexpected Santana. "Thank you. It means a lot to me."
"Quinn —" Santana tries to say when they feel a body clashing with theirs.
"Aaww! I love to see you two being nice with each other!" Brittany says hugging them even tighter before realising them. "What were you talking about?"
Both girls don't know what to say.
"Nothing. It's just Quinn's all hormonal again, I think she's preggo… again." Santana says laughing at Quinn's reaction and then tries to dodge Quinn's fists.
"Saann! That's not nice!" Brittany chastises Santana. "If Quinn's pregnant again, she can't have sweet lady kisses with Rachel!"
"What?" Quinn stops chasing Santana and turns to stare at Brittany, while Santana is laughing her heart out. There are people —mainly freshmen— staring oddly at them, but most of them avoid them like the plague. 'Am I that obvious?'
"Yeah…" Brittany says kissing her temple and taking Santana with her. Leaving Quinn in the middle of the hallway, staring into nothingness.
"Quinn?" A soft voice brakes the Cheerio out of her stupor. A soft voice and a warm hand. "Quinn, are you okay?"
"Umm… yeah." She says looking at their interlocked hands. "Umm thanks, Rachel."
Rachel was left speechless. It is the first time that Quinn calls her by her actual name. And when the girl said it? It is like a warm caress on her skin, her heart is beating like crazy and she feels butterflies in her stomach. 'Where's air when you need it?' 'Tell me how am I supposed to breathe with no air?' 'Oh! Shut up!' 'Can't breathe without you baby-y' 'Ugh, Finn was really out of key in that one, right?' 'Yeah, he sounded awful, but Quinn —'
Rachel's thoughts are cut short by someone's lips on her own. 'Mmmm, Quinn…' And that thought does it. She is kissing Quinn. Her soft lips melting together with hers perfectly.
"Wow, Rachel that was amazing" Finn dreamily says. His relationship with her is better than ever. She is kissing him more pasiontate, pasionstate, pansionat… ugh! With more passion than before. "What are you doing after Glee rehearsal? Maybe we could hang out or something"
After hearing his voice, Rachel feels a little bit guilty. Her mind has been playing tricks on her for the last months and every time he shaves, his face is soft and she can't help but think about Quinn, though she thinks Quinn kisses are better than his and not that sloppy. She can see that semi-constipated look, he liked the kiss. She knows what he wants when he asks if they can 'hang out or something', that 'something' always meant that he'll try to get into her pants and they would end up having a make-out session.
"Sure, Finn. My dads are working late tonight, we can go to my house after school"
Finn is excited. It is the first time that they have they house for themselves since they got back. Things are pretty stemmed up, like all the times they end up in a make-out session after Glee. He loves those. Rachel always seems more willing, he's sure that his singing voice is responsible for that because she is always focused on him. Today was nice, he sang a song to Rachel, Sam sang a song to Quinn —he didn't even know that they were together— and Artie sang to Brittany. It was crazy, Rachel sort of jumped him when they were alone at her house, don't get him wrong he's not complaining it's just a bit weird… 'Maybe, oh man, maybe she's super turned on by the song and she wants to do it! I'm gonna sing more if we do it tonight'
He tries, very slowly, to grab one of Rachel's breasts only to have Rachel herself taking his hand and place it on her breasts, moaning when she uses his hand to squeeze herself. Finn needs a break because thinking of the Mailman —or all the mailmen in the world— could help him now. 'Mailman, mailman, oh man! Finally I'm touching her boobs again, over the shirt but still! I'm going to— Mailman'
Rachel is beside herself. The song Sam sang to Quinn was too much for her to handle and her competitive side was showing its ugly head. 'Ugh! I can't believe you're with him! I could've sang that song better in my sleep!' She is adamant in showing Quinn why she is better than Sam. She is adamant in erasing every kiss, every touch and everything Sam has done to win Quinn's heart, so when she feels Quinn's hands going for her breasts she urges her to touch her. She doesn't want lovely and tender, she wants —no needs— rough, she wants to show her girl why she will always be better than that wannabe Macaulay Culkin. She is going to fuck her senseless. Rachel switch positions and now she's rocking her centre on Quinn's leg, she can feel the blonde's strap-on rubbing against her throbbing clit.
"Maliman!" Finn comes all over himself while Rachel whimpers softly "Quinn" in the Cheerio's ear but Quinn's not moving. 'Why she's not moving?' Rachel questions herself.
Finn's happy, post orgasmic bubble burst when Rachel's words registers in his mind.
"Quinn? Did you just say Quinn?" Finn asks Rach. Once she hears Finn's voice her fantasy vanished and she begins to panic. She was sure she was with Quinn! Her mind keeps playing tricks on her and her sweet —good for nothing— boyfriend is most of the time on the receiving end, getting most of the benefits.
"Fi-Finn, I said Finn. Why would I say Q-Quinn's name?" Rachel asks him, trying to get off of him, only to notice a huge wet spot on his jeans where she was grinding her pussy against his leg.
Finn is about to replay when they hears a door closing. They freeze.
"Baby girl, are you home?" A loud —manly— voice calls out from the ground floor.
"Oh man, your dad Rachel!" Finn stage whispers. 'Oh really, Capitan Obvious?' Rachel needs to get Finn out of the house before her daddy get to see him (and the huge wet spot on his jeans) and Finn freaking out is not helping her.
"I know! The closet! Then you can get out of the window!" Rachel says pulling him out of her bed and pushing him to the barely open closet.
"I can't get out of the window! We have a game—" Finn tries to reason with her. Rachel just wants him to leave as soon as possible. She has a video to shoot.
"You are really telling me that you want to face my daddy with that in your jeans" She says pointing to the very noticeable stain in his jeans. After watching his jeans in horror, Finn runs to the closet and not even a second after, Leroy opens the door.
"Hey baby girl. You didn't listen to me calling you?" He says walking towards her and kissing her lovingly.
"Sorry daddy, I was going through my music library to find the perfect song to sing to Finn tomorrow on Glee club. You know, preparation is everything and everything needs to be perfect when I perform." Rachel says in one breath and kissed her dad.
"I know baby girl, you like perfection. I was just worried that you didn't answer right away, that's all." He says stepping out of the hug and walking towards the door. He is about to leave when he says "Oh by the way, hi Finn!" with a mischievous smile that grew even more when he hears a muffled "Hey mister Berry" from the closet.
Rachel wantes to face-palm herself. Sometimes —especially lately— she wonders why she is with the guy. Yes, he has that childish charm but his constipated look and the fact that she barely can have a conversation with him without having to explain the meaning of the words aren't enough. 'You'll end up alone. Nobody but Finn will ever love you.' Finn can have any other girl —prettier that she is— but he chose her.
"Downstairs, both of you." Her daddy says, she just nods and opens the door for Finn.
"I'm s—" He tries, but Rachel is already out of the room.
Rachel can't believe her daddy. He just did all that— that pseudo "sex" talk was so embarrassing! And the worst part it is that he was doing it on purpose! She already know what she needs to know about sex. She runs a porn channel for crying out loud! 'Oh… that sounded dirty' 'Oh! Shush! I bet it was your idea!' 'Yeah… I'm you, remember?' 'Oh man, I'm spending too much time with Finn' 'We have a video to shoot, aren't we?' Oh that voice in her head, it's getting more and more annoying. 'But you know I'm right' 'Ugh!'
She wants this video to be special. She needs to show Quinn she can fuck her better than any boy she can or will ever have.
The camera focuses on her desk chair. The lightning is low the way she likes it when she's recording. She has everything ready. She starts recording and all she's showing is her back and that perfect ass encase in that piece of cloth she likes to call shorts, she turn around slightly and turn on the music she has prepared. The first chords of the song Sam chose to sing to Quinn begin to sound and a low laughter comes out of Rachel. She did that on purpose, she hates that song now and changes it.
The sound of a drum, like a heartbeat, sounds and Rachel thrusts her hips against the chair with the music until the first words of the song are sang.
"You let me violate you" Rachel whispers along with the song and grips the chair, undulating her hips, accentuating every thrust along with the drums. "You let me desecrate you" she says doing a body roll lowering herself until she's sitting in her calves. "You let me penetrate you," she rises slowly, "you let me complicate you" she whispers over her shoulder looking at the camera and sway her hips to the rhythm. "Help me, I broke apart my insides," she turns around and unbuttons the shirt she's wearing, revealing more and more of that delicious tan skin, leaving it slightly open showing she isn't wearing a bra. "Help me, I've got no soul to sell" she whispers opening her shirt and squeezing her breast, moaning a little. "Help me, the only thing that works for me," her hands caress her belly until they stop at her short's button. "Help me get away from myself" she pops open the button and yanks open the zipper. "I want to fuck you like an animal," she moans the lyrics once her dick is free, thinking of doing that to Quinn. "I want to feel you from the inside," she says wrapping a hand around her dick, rubbing it slowly. "I want to fuck you like an animal," she says thrusting her hips against her fisted dick. "My whole existence is flawed," she takes off her shorts, "You get me closer to god." When she stands she shows her dick proudly to the camera —she hopes she'll get a few gaps and moans—before sitting.
Her legs are open wide to reveal the strapless dildo that currently is rubbing against her clit and inside of her, with every yank from her hand.
"You like it Baby?" She asks while fisting the head of her dick. "You like my dick, don't you?" She says while spitting in her hand. "I bet your mouth is watering and you want to suck me off, right Baby?" Rachel loves this, knowing that there are going to be hundreds of people watching her without knowing it's her! It's such a turn on. "Oh God! I can feel your mouth sucking me sooo good" She can picture Quinn on her knees between her legs and the thought alone have her thrusting her hips towards the blonde's mouth. "C'mon baby, take it. I know you want me to fill that pretty little mouth of yours" She closes her eyes for a second and can see Quinn taking her as deep as she can. "Oh— mmmm…. C'mon baby, gag on it… I'm so deep inside you that can feel your throat closing around me" Oh man, she's doesn't even know where all that comes from, but she loves it. "I bet you're wet from sucking me, right? I bet you want me to pound that pussy. Show me how wet you are" She imagines Quinn showing her her wet fingers. "Mmmm… Baby, I bet you taste delicious. You gonna let me taste that sweet pussy, right?" Rachel can see clearly Quinn laying in her bed with her legs apart just for her viewing pleasure. "Before I start pounding your pussy, I'm gonna make you come all over my mouth," she moans at that thought and start to move her hand faster "and then I'll pound that pussy like my life depend on it. I'm gonna make you come soo hard baby, so hard, that you'll forget your boyfriend and your name and the only thing you're gonna do is scream my name. Over and over again, while I make you come, over and over again." Rachel is so close that you can even see her muscles twitch with anticipation. "How many fingers you're using now? Two? Add one more for me, baby. I wanna feel you squeezing my dick so tight—" The image of Quinn coming undone around her assaults her and she's done. "Mmm… Baby come for me, NOW!" She comes with a grunt and screaming Quinn's name in her head.
Her body is trembling with the aftershocks that courses through her body like tidal waves, the strapless strap-on keeps on rocking slightly every now and then and there's a sated smile in her face.
"Hey Quinn, wait up!" Sam says before Quinn can get away from him.
"Sam" She says slowly catching a glimpse of Rachel's murdering glare she's sending Sam. 'Wait, what was that?'
"Quinn!"
"What?!" Apparently Sam was talking to her, but who can blame her? 'We're talking Rachel here!'
"I was asking if you were free later to hang out" Sam asks hopefully, he was waiting that Quinn liked his song and get a little 'somethin' somethin'' from her.
And that was exactly what Quinn wanted to avoid. She is getting frustrated with all the time she's spending with him and the only thing they do is kissing and a little touching but her mind always takes her to Rachel and she's getting beyond sexually frustrated right now. She doesn't need to add more to the already burning fire within her. She'll melt or worst… she'll take Rachel against the first flat surface she can find, and that includes the floor. 'Ew! Quinn, that's disgusting! We can't take Rach in the school's floor! There isn't janitors for crying out loud!' 'Oh wait! What about the janitor closet?' 'You're not serious right? I bet Puck uses that shit all the time!' 'I guess you're right, we need to take her somewhere else… maybe a classro—'
"QUINN!" Sam's voice takes her out of her musings and she doesn't know what he wants.
"Sorry Sammy" Santana's says in that sweet voice that is anything but, "but Quinnie here, is going shopping with Britts and I, and I needs something hot for the party"
"What are you talking about, there's no party… and Quinn and I were making plans, right babe?" Sam asks her and when he says 'babe' makes her cringe. She hates it.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell ya" Santana says to Sam before facing the rest of the gleeks, "that's right bitches! Party this Friday. My place. Gleeks only, so you better tell the rest because I bet your sorry asses you'll be there."
Santana's parties are legendary. It doesn't matter if there are going to be just the glee kids, everybody would be talking about the party for days and what happened at it. They know there were going to end up wasted and probably regretting most of the things that were going to happen there but all of them were exited to finally going to a Santana party.
"So, you see Sammy, I know you're new her and all that jazz, but I needs to get my shops on and I need Quinnie with me, so… bye-bye!" Santana tells him once all the gleeks are talking excitedly about the party (probably the first party they've been invited ever).
"Seriously Santana! Quinnie?! I hate it and you know it!" They are on their way to Cheerio practice and Quinn is furious —and frustrated— with Santana's announcement. The last time Santana threw a party, she ended up pregnant! 'She's crazy to think that I'm going!' 'Besides, we're never drinking again, remember?' "And I'm not going to your 'party', so you can leave out of your shopping"
"Hey! I'm doing this for you, Q. I'm trying to help you, remember?" Santana says. It's a fool's proof plan. She gets them drunk, locks them up and lets all that frustration they have do the rest. Simple! "That's why it's 'Gleeks only'. At the party, you can dance with her, flirt with her even make out with her Q! It's perfect! But I think you'll have to loosen up a little bit, so we need booze, lots of 'em"
"Okay, but no booze!" The idea of finally kissing Rachel is appealing, but she wants to remember every single moment of it.
Cheerio's practice was brutal. The girls were spent and some of them even passed out. Sue was proud of her captain. But now, Quinn is alone is her room and needs some sort of relief.
"Please, please, please" She's pleading to whoever that's listening to her for a new video of her brunette.
"Yes! Let's see…" the new video was uploaded a few minutes ago and already had a few hits. "'Look a little… Closer'? What kind of title is that?" And that voice in her head asks 'Do they have to have title?' before hitting play.
The only thing she can see is the chair and the lighting is low like all the other videos. The first notes of Teenage Dream begins and Quinn laughs, it's the same song Sam sang her today. 'What are the odds…' She hears the girl laugh too before she walks in front of the camera and Quinn is dripping in a second.
"Oh God… What is she wearing?" When she sees the brunette's butt. "Oh! The only person I know that wear something like that is Rachel" Quinn moans the diva's name, just thinking that she could be modelling the shorts she wore to their funk number last year has her on the edge.
The girl on the video changes the song but Quinn can't recognise it. The only thing that she can concentrate is on the way the girl moves.
"You let me violate you" The girl whispers and Quinn whimpers. 'I would let Rachel violate me', "you let me desecrate you," Quinn enters herself with two fingers, the song is just too much for her patience, "you let me penetrate you," she thrust her fingers deeper, "you let me complicate you," the angle is not the best and her spanks also in the way of her pleasure. "Help me, I broke apart my insides," as she watches the girl unbuttoning her shirt, she takes her clothes off, whimpering wishing she could touch that delicious tanned skin. "Help me, I've got no soul to sell" 'ugh! God! I'll help you but just let me take that nipple in my mouth!' "Help me, the only thing that works for me," 'ugh, now I wanna lick her belly! What's wrong with me?' 'You're horny!', oh that voice again. "Help me get away from myself" 'I need to convince Rachel to strip for m—Oh God! Is that a…?' "I want to fuck you like an animal," 'Fuck yeah! Fuck me Rachel'. "I want to feel you from the inside," Quinn feels herself clenching at those words. "I want to fuck you like an animal," moaning she thrusting her fingers harder and faster than before. "My whole existence is flawed, you get me closer to god." Quinn's eyes are fixated on the sex toy between the girl's legs, it's so big and her mouth is watering with the sight.
"You like it Baby? You like my dick, don't you?"The Cheerio moans when she hears the girl talking like that, "I bet your mouth is watering and you want to suck me off, right Baby?" Quinn only can nod after hearing the breathily tone the tanned girl is using. "Oh God! I can feel your mouth sucking me sooo good" Quinn closes her eyes and images of her sucking Rachel assaults her. "C'mon baby, take it. I know you want me to fill that pretty little mouth of yours" The blonde moans bringing her fingers to her mouth, she needs to suck something. "Oh— mmmm…. C'mon baby, gag on it… I'm so deep inside you that can feel your throat closing around me" Quinn doubles her efforts, thrusting faster and deeper than before. "I bet you're wet from sucking me, right? I bet you want me to pound that pussy. Show me how wet you are" 'Oh God' She doesn't want to take her fingers out of her but complies with the video girl's commands. "Mmmm… Baby, I bet you taste delicious." And without prompting she sucks her fingers clean of herself."You gonna let me taste that sweet pussy, right? Before I start pounding your pussy, I'm gonna make you come all over my mouth, and then I'll pound that pussy like my life depend on it. I'm gonna make you come soo hard baby, so hard,"Quinn thrusting is harder than before,"that you'll forget your boyfriend and your name and the only thing you're gonna do is scream MY name. Over and over again, while I make you come, over and over again. How many fingers you're using now? Two? Add one more for me, baby." Quinn does as she's told and grunts at the feeling of her fingers stretching her, it's the first time she's been this full. "I wanna feel you squeezing my dick so tight— Mmm… Baby come for me, NOW!" Watching the girl as she comes has to be one of her favourite things and Quinn's undoing, she comes with a long moan of Rachel's name. And watching the girl's tanned body trembling with the aftershocks and the strapless strap-on rocking slightly every now and then, sends Quinn into another orgasm. The sated smile on the brunette's face is perfect, it makes her think of Rachel.
"Oh fuck's sake! Quinn!"