Part 21 – Cloudy with a chance of meatballs.

"So," Finn purses his lips and furrows his brow in obvious concentration. I notice our teacher smiling over at us, probably thinking that Finn's expression was proof that he did actually listen to his lessons and not just copy from one of the smart kids. "You want into the virginQuinn." He snickers at his own lame joke.

"Quinn had a baby, Finn." I sigh as I drop my elbow onto the desk before resting my head in my hand. Honestly, Finn was much harder work when you weren't in a relationship with him and it was no longer a valid method to stop him talking with kisses or letting him touch your boobs. "She's no longer a virgin."

He just shrugs his shoulders. "She acts like one still." He was pulling his 'Joey smells something bad' concentration face now. I might've been a baby when it originally aired, but Friends is timeless. "I heard that if you girls don't keep using it," He seriously had the nerve to look down at my lap then. Wouldn't he be surprised to find out that I wasn't currently sporting the thing he was referencing? "Well," He swallows and I'm half expecting a mail-man moment from him, "I heard that it grows over and you become a virgin again."

Oh dear lord.

I close my eyes and press my lips together really tightly. I'm not going to laugh.

"Seriously, Rache," He looks so earnest, "You guys really need to work those things to keep them. Puck told me."

"Noah Puckerman knows next to nothing about the female anatomy, Finn." I shake my head in disbelief. "He was probably just using that as a line to get some dumb cheerleader into bed."

He frowns. "But he told the truth when he said that if we didn't get some regularly, our junk could clog up and our balls would shrivel up like prunes."

I grimace. "Noah is an ass."

"But it hurts, Rache," He lowers his voice and leans closer to me, making sure that no one around us could hear. "When I don't, you know," He starts waving his hand towards his crotch and I'm seriously starting to feel queasy. "It starts to hurt."

I'm blinking rapidly. I know what it feels like to be frustrated and so horny I could die, but I couldn't say that I feel pain if I don't masturbate regularly, but then I have masturbated regularly probably since getting my penis. Perhaps there was something medically wrong with Finn's penis if he hurt. It's then that I notice his smirk and I wait for the teacher to turn away before I hit him again.

He chuckles softly. "Puck told me that that was a sure fire way to get a girl into bed. So, you think it would work if I used it on a real girl?"

My eyes narrow. "What do you mean," I hiss, "real girl?" Had he heard something? Three can keep a secret if two are dead, and none of those who knew my secret were dead. I knew that Quinn wouldn't tell, but what about Santana and Brittany? Could someone have overheard them whilst they discussed my cock?

He shrugs his wide shoulders, totally oblivious to my inner panic. "Well, you're a lesbian now, and you'll probably get your hair cut short and start to look like a guy."

My chair scrapes loudly as I push away from the table. "Mr Cannonbaum, I need to switch seats."

All eyes turn to me.

"I'm just kidding, Rache." Finn blushes wildly when everyone's eyes then turn to him. "You're too pretty to be a real lesbian."

"Mr Cannonbaum, I've changed my mind." I swallow thickly at my anger. "I'm not feeling very well and would like to see the school nurse." I need to get away from Finn Hudson before I drove my pencil into his thick head. I didn't wait for the stunned teacher to give permission. I just gather my books and bag and storm out of the classroom, leaving my number two pencil on the desk.

I don't know why I thought that Finn and I could be friends, bros even. He is an insensitive and offensive jack-ass and I don't know why I didn't see it sooner. What he did to Quinn at that funeral? How he outted Santana? Some of the comments he's made about Kurt? Damn it, why was I with him for so long?

"Wait, Rachel!"

I don't stop when he calls out to me and I pick up my pace when I hear his heavy footfalls behind me.

"I'm sorry."

I pause then. I can't help it; I've always been a forgiving person.

"I didn't mean what I said to sound like it did." He huffs. "It was meant to be a compliment. You're the prettiest girl I know."

"You're an idiot, who really needs to think before he speaks." I spin around in my Mary-Janes and glare at him. "I wanted to be your friend, Finn, but you can say the most horrible of things and right now, I don't like you."

"I said I was sorry." His arms cross defensively over his body and its then that I step forward and hit him as hard as I can with the book in my hand. "What the fuck, Rachel?" He yelps and starts to rub furiously at his bicep.

"You should be sorry." I'm fuming right now.

"I thought we were going to be bros?" He's still scowling at me as though he has the right to be angry with me. "You were just trying to get me to back off. You don't want to be my friend."

Okay, that let some of the air out of my balloon. "You're wrong." My shoulders slump. "I want to be your friend. I miss you sometimes, Finn, but some of the things you say," I shake my head. "They're narrow minded and offensive, and the worst thing is, you don't even realise it."

His arms slip from across his chest as he looks down at me.

"You hurt people with what you say." I take a deep breath before sitting on one of the alcove benches. Finn sits next to me. He's a little too close and I move away. "You don't mean too, I know that, Finn, but you do." He looks confused. "You really need to start thinking before you speak."

He sighs heavily and looks down at his hands. "Can we still be friends? I'll try to do everything you want me to do."

"Do you think that Kurt is any less of a man for being gay?"

His dark eyes narrow as his head shoots up. "Hey! He's my brother. Of course he's not any less of a man just because he likes dudes."

I take a deep breath before speaking this time. "But you didn't always think like that. What changed?"

Finn blinks and then he's back to staring at his hands. "I got to know him."

"Then what makes you think a lesbian is any less of a girl, just because she likes other girls." I purse my lips and wait for the penny to drop, but it doesn't so I continue. "You had sex with Santana, and she's a lesbian. Is she any less of a woman?"

He shakes his head. "I'm sorry."

I believe him this time, so I reach out to pat his knee. "You, Finn Hudson, aren't a bad guy, but you can come across as one when you talk out your ass."

He splutters and I can't help but giggle. He huffs, shaking his head, but I can see the beginnings of a smile on his face. "I'd really like it if we can be friends, Rachel, and I will honestly try to stop talking out of my ass. I'd prefer to be more with you, but you said that's not going to happen, so I'll settle for being a friend just as long as it means that I get to keep you in my life."

I nudge him with my shoulder and give him a genuine smile. Normally, I would hug him, but I am still angry and I do still have a book in my hand. "All I ask is for you to try, Finn, and I think that if you can do that, then we can be friends, bros even, just as long as you forget everything that Noah Puckerman has ever said to you."

He chuckles softly. "I can do that, Rache."

My phone chimes just as I'm about to wash my hands. 'Where are you?' I smile when I see that it's a text message from Quinn. We were supposed to meet for lunch but I'm running a little behind, what with having to visit Principal Figgins for leaving a classroom without permission and then having to use the bathroom.

I wash and dry my hands before tapping out a reply. It's only seconds later that Quinn replies with a rather cheeky 'need a hand', followed by a semicolon and close parentheses. I can't help but smile.

Even though I really do think that things have perhaps moved too quickly between us, it did seem to be a natural and fluid progression of our burgeoning relationship, and I don't want to put a complete stop to that progression. I just want to get to know my girlfriend a little more beyond what she enjoys sexually.

'As the girlfriend of a future Broadway sensation, how would you best describe our current teenage relationship when being interviewed by Oprah in, let's say, 10years time.'

She responds immediately and I eagerly open the text.

'Cloudy with a chance of meatballs?'

My smile widens, despite the meat reference. It was an apt description that let me know that Quinn thought, like I did, that our relationship was going through a bit of a rough patch, there was still hope. 'Would you like to make-out?'


I meet Quinn in the cafeteria, and even though we receive blatant stares, mostly from the other Gleeks, we eat out of the same Tupperware box. Somehow, what with last night's debacle of a finale, Quinn's mind had been elsewhere, and she has forgotten her own lunch. I offered to share mine so that she wouldn't be subjected to cafeteria food. I was quite satisfied after half a tofu scramble (burrito style), half a banana and a handful of almonds, and from the surprised smile on Quinn's face, I think that she enjoyed lunch too.

We make our excuses before leaving the group behind and heading towards one of the cleaner and lesser used bathrooms, furthest away from the cafeteria.

She pulls me into what is unofficially designated as a Cheerio's bathroom, shuts the door and presses me back against it. "Not so cloudy after all." She smirks at me and I smile back, shaking my head.

"Definitely not so cloudy." My smile widens when she pushes up against me, blanketing my body with hers. "Barely even overcast." We're a perfect fit.

It doesn't take long before I'm rutting against Quinn's muscular thigh. It would be embarrassing if my girlfriend wasn't so damn sexy and her hands weren't everywhere all at once. Really, it's all Quinn's fault that I have to pull away from her delicious mouth and tongue, just so that I can breathe, and slow down the motion of my hips.

I can feel her smirk as I press my cheek to hers. I'm hard and she knows it, but I can't move away because her fingers are still squeezing my ass, holding me tightly to her. I think she gets some sort of kick out of doing this to me. It's like she knows every button to press and she presses them over and over. Fingernails digging into my shoulder blades. Little tugs at my hair. Sucking at my tongue and biting at my lips. The way she rocks into every motion I make.

I can feel the soft pants of her breath against my hair and it's then that she chuckles. "Want some help with that?"

I swallow down my immediate 'Hell yeah' and instead shake my head. "We can't, Quinn, not at school. Someone could catch us."

"I've locked the door, Rachel." I turn my head so that I can look into her hazel eyes. She has a mischievous quirk to her lips, but her cheeks are flushed with heat and I can only see a corona of colour to her eyes. She wants me. "We still have fifteen minutes before our next class."

I push my erection into her hip and she nips at her lip to stifle her moan. She wants me as much as I want her. "Fifteen minutes? Quinn, that's not enough time."

Quinn as the gall to snicker. I pull away from her just a little, my eyes widen when she starts to laugh. I huff, but I could be insulted, or I could be getting my groove on. Groove wins it, so I push back into Quinn, only this time, I'm not humping her thigh.

It's my turn to giggle when her eyes slam shut and she lets out a long low moan. "You're right, Quinn, fifteen minutes should be more than enough time."

I'm kissing her again, rubbing myself against her and she's clutching at me, pulling me closer still. Wait. Are we really going to have sex standing up in the girls' bathroom, or is this just us getting off? I'm pretty sure that we could both achieve climax with what we're already doing, and the other thing is still quite new to us, but then she's fumbling for the purse I have slung around my shoulder and I'm kind of getting the impression that fully penetrative intercourse it is.

I reach into my purse and pull out the condom hidden within a side pocket. "Is this what you're after?" I hold it up in front of her and she nods. "Are you sure about this?" I watch her carefully as she nods again. "How?" I had to ask because there's no way that I'm laying down on this particular floor, and if Quinn sat on one of the sinks, she'd be too high for me. We could do it against the wall, but I don't know if I could support both of us during climax. I might drop her, and that would make me a very bad girlfriend.

Quinn swallows as she stares at the foil wrapped condom. It takes a few seconds but then I see her take in a shuddery breath. "From behind?" She's biting at her lip and then she's got the foil between her fingers as her teeth tear the packet open.

I'm blinking like a fool. Did she just say from behind? As in doggy style?

"C'mon, Rachel." She flips up my skirt and grabs for my spanks, yanking them down before she finally looks back up to my face. "We need to hurry." She holds up the condom. "Do you want to put this on, or shall I?"

"Q-Quinn." I stutter her name and grab for her beautiful face. As I kiss her senseless, I'm pushing my restrictive shorts down over my knees, shuffling around until I can kick them off of my feet. I'm still kissing her as I take the condom from her fingers. I'm actually very proud that I manage to slip the condom on without looking; I'm just hoping that it isn't on inside out. Does that make a difference? I'm not entirely sure, so I take a quick look anyway. Nope. Perfect, just like my girlfriend – when she isn't talking about our sex life with Santana Lopez, or telling me she loves me before the appropriate time. I really need to get over that one, I know.

I pull my mouth away from hers. "I'm sorry about earlier, and last night." I lick at my lips, tasting her lip gloss. "Santana is your friend and I had no right yelling at you for talking with her about something that you clearly felt that you couldn't talk to me about."

She presses her forehead to mine and takes in a slow breath. "I'm sorry too. I'm just not used to this, Rachel." She kisses my nose and then my lips. "I'm not used to being with someone that I can talk to if I need to. Finn, he never listened, and Puck was always trying to slip his hand under my skirt. Sam," She sighs softly, "It wasn't his fault that I didn't want to talk with him."

"So, you always talked to Santana instead?"

She nods and then shrugs. "When we weren't trying to stab each other in the back. She's been a friend again since New York, a good friend, who apparently thinks it's appropriate to tease us about our sex lives in front of the entire Glee club." She huffs and I can't help but smile at her disgruntled pout.

"Now that we have an actual sex life for her to tease us about." I grin. I have to admit, even if it's only to me, that I've dreamt of this moment. Being a part of a group of bitchy girlfriends who call each other bad names and try to steel each other's boyfriends -though, clearly not about to happen with Quinn and I. Oh, and Santana and Brittany, and Kurt and Blaine, friends who talk behind each other's backs and make fun of each other, but at the end of the day, friends who are fiercely loyal until they aren't – high school friends. My smile widens. "Perhaps, though, you could censor yourself when you talk with her? I really don't want everyone finding out that I made love to you doggy style in one of the Cheerios bathroom."

She smirks at me. "So, we're still doing this?"

"Yes." I nod. I'm still hard after all and I'm almost positive that Quinn still wants me by the way she's turning around and placing her hands on the sink ledge, sticking her voluptuous ass in my direction.

I lift her skirt up, pushing it out of the way, and then I have to take a moment because now I'm presented with Quinn's panty clad backside. I swallow thickly. Holy moly, why haven't I seen Quinn's ass like this before? We've been enjoying the benefits of a sexual relationship since Friday, so why haven't I gotten up close and personal with this side of my girlfriend yet?

I never imagined myself to be an ass girl. Sure, I like to watch girls as they walk by, but I also like to ogle their goodies too – discreetly, of course, so I was more of a complete package kind of girl. Quinn's derrière though is comparable to her perfect face and I can't help but run my fingers over the soft cotton of her panties, feeling the warm, firm flesh beneath. Quinn is gorgeous. She has the most beautiful eyes, lips and nose, and even her ears are attractive. Her delicious looking ass is just like her face, completely perfect in every way.

I peel away her underwear, taking my time as I reveal the creamy skin beneath. My mouth waters and I wonder at how much noise Quinn would make if I bit one of her cheeks.

"Rachel?" I lift my eyes to meet the reflection of her frown. "Get on with it."

I look back down at her ass and then back up to meet hazel eyes. "But …"

"Oh god, Rachel," She rolls her eyes. "Just put it in me."

What can I say to that?

Taking a breath, I tug Quinn's underwear down to her knees, probably a little slower than she would've liked, but I do it. I can feel my cock bob against my lower stomach as I watch her spread her legs until her panties stretch as far as they go, and her ass cheeks part, revealing Quinn's moist pussy and her other thing. Yeah, that.

It takes me a second to think about how I'm going to do this. The angle looks slightly off, so I lift onto the balls of my feet, pushing down on Quinn's ass with my right hand as I guide my dick inside of her. Once I'm inside, I grab on to her love handles with both hands and push the rest of the way inside.

Oh god, oh god.

"People. People who need people." And Quinn's laughing at my mumbling, but really, I'm inside of my girlfriend and her ass is warm and squishy and pressing against me, and I could quite possibly ejaculate before I've even started pleasuring her. I slap her ass at her giggling and it might've been the wrong thing to do. She gasps as she jerks forward before sliding back. "Are the luckiest people in the world." I mutter through gritted teeth.

She reaches behind her, grabbing and groping for my hand. She twists her fingers into mine and gasps again when I start to thrust into her. "Fuck, Rachel."

So, looking down is a bad idea. Being able to see the action past Quinn's glorious ass as she and I have intercourse is probably one of the sexiest things I've ever seen.

"Faster." Quinn groans.

I pick up my pace, and even though I'm taking an unusual amount of pleasure out of squeezing Quinn's ass, I really need her to be as close to coming as I am, so I slip my hand around her waist and slide my fingers over her clit.

She clenches hard then and I'm a gonna. She's looking at me through the mirror above the sink, and even if she hasn't felt me jerking and shuddering behind her, she can probably tell that it's all over from the appalled look on my face.

"Don't stop." She hisses.

I look down again, watching her ass as she humps herself back into me.

It's not a particularly pleasant thought, having all of that semen trapped inside of a condom that I'm still wearing while trying to get my girlfriend off, and I'm sure that you're supposed to use a fresh one every time you have sex, but what can you do when your girlfriend doesn't want to stop long enough to change condoms? You put it to the back of your mind and carry on regardless, that's what you do.

"You feel so good, Rachel." Quinn is still watching me as I continue bumping my hips against hers.

I dip my fingers lower, feeling my cock as I slide in and out. My fingers are slick now, so I move back up to rub her in tight circles.

She lowers her head, pressing her cheek against the hand she's gripping the sink with. She lets go of my hand then and I watch as she tugs her top from her skirt, slipping her hand underneath until she can get at her breasts.

I'm thrusting faster and deeper, and I'm squeezing Quinn's ass so hard that I'm afraid that she'll end up with bruises, but I really need her to come before the bell rings.

"Oh god. Don't stop." She moans breathily. "Don't … stop."

I can feel her clenching at me, over and over, and then her breath hitches and she's whining my name. It only takes me a few more thrusts to follow her over the edge,

I'm curled over her panting heavily against her shoulder blade.

"Rachel?" She mumbles my name. "I think this was a bad idea."

My head shoots up. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" I pull out carefully as I stroke my hands up and down her back. "I'm so sorry, Quinn."

"Not hurt." Her face is still pressed against her hand. "I just feel like Gello."

I laugh then, a smug smile spreading across my face.

"Help me." She's chuckling too. "I think I'm stuck."

"And you call me a drama queen." I giggle, but I help her to turn around, finally taking in her flushed features and her wild hair. "You're so beautiful."

She dips forward, capturing my lips with hers. "You're the beautiful one." She smiles against my mouth. "Do you think we could get away with skipping Glee this afternoon and just head back to yours instead?"

Mine? Oh yeah, no dads and more sex. "Oh, Quinn. I'm so sorry. My dads left me a note this morning; they're both picking me up from school and taking me to an early dinner and then to see the local community theatre production of Yentl. Apparently, we haven't been spending much family time together recently." I roll my eyes. "I was going to ask them if they can get another ticket, if you'd like to come that is. Would you like to come?"

She sighs. "Maybe it isn't a good idea to ask a date to family night, Rachel."

I shrug my shoulders. "I'm sure that they wouldn't mind in the slightest if you came. They seemed to like you the other night."

I watch as she sweeps her hair from her face. The dark flush of colour from her orgasm has faded now to a gentle blush. "You think so?"

I nod.

"Okay." She smiles and I return it. "I'll have to text my mom and let her know, but first," She points to one of the toilet stalls, "I need to pee and clean up a little."

I can't help but smirk as her blush darkens. She's cute when she's embarrassed. I pass her some paper towels from the dispenser and wait for her to disappear behind one of the doors before I fill the sink with warm soapy water. She isn't the only one that needs to clean up and first things first; I need to get rid of the condom currently sliding off of my limp penis.

"Quinn?" I speak up as I dry my tackle thoroughly. "Are we doing it wrong?" I throw away the damp tissues and pull up my spanks. I'm dropping my skirt back into place as she walks out with a wry smirk on her lips.

"I don't think anything about that was wrong, Rachel." She crosses over to the sink and washes her hands. "Why? Do you think that we did something wrong?"

I shake my head. "No, not the intercourse." I shake my head. Perhaps I think too much sometimes, but surely this is us still moving way too fast. "Us." I step forward at her startled expression and rest my hands on her hips as I look over her shoulder and into the mirror. "I mean, we barely spoke before Friday, and now we keep doing this." I rest my chin against her shoulder and hold her gaze through the reflection. "Do you think that a loving and committed; long lasting relationship can start like this?"

She gives a determined nod of her head. "I don't think that this relationship between you and I could've started in any other way, Rachel." The corner of her lip quirks up into a half smile. "You have an 'occasional penis'," She grins at that before it falls from her face, "And if I'd have known that before now, I probably would've made your life hell because I couldn't accept who I am and what I wanted, Rachel. Now I know. I want you, and because of you, I've never been more comfortable with me." She sighs and turns her back to the sink, pulling me into her as she does so. "I know that we don't know each other as well as you'd like, or that we haven't been dating for all that long …"

"It's been two days, Quinn." I laugh.

She snorts. "Okay, so we really haven't been dating for all that long, but I don't want to stop what we're doing, and I don't want to slow down." She smiles at me and strokes a finger along the top of my eyebrow. "I don't want us to force anything, or try to be something we're not, Rache. We're good like this, and if something's wrong, we, you and I, can talk about it together."

"No Santana?" I bite my lip as I look up at her. "I mean, I know you're friends, but if it's important, you'll come to me first."

I lean up to her as she nods, slanting my mouth against hers in a long slow kiss. We're still kissing when the bell rings signalling the end of lunch and we reluctantly pull away.

"So, no more angst about going too fast, or not trusting that the other wants to be with them?" I smirk, knowing full well that this is all me.

She grins. "I love you, Rachel."

"Quinn, I lo-"

She pulls out of the kiss as quickly as she starts it and I huff at being interrupted, or it could've been that she drive-by kissed me.

"Not yet." She breathes against my lips. "You want it to be perfect when we say it to each other, and it will be."

"But, you get to say it."

She chuckles before kissing me again and turning away, "Come on. We're going to be late for class."

Damn, why do I find this infuriatingly relaxed side of Quinn such a turn on, even after two orgasms?