Officially starting to move things over here from my deleted livejournal account. This one seemed right to do first since I thought I had lost it until some wonderful people in fandom helped me to recover it. So a big, humongous thank you to them! Okay, originally written for this prompt over at the g_k_m : .?thread=6908304
Still after all this time, unbetaed! So, all mistakes are mine...still.
"Hurry up Quinnie." Judy Fabray turned and beckoned Quinn forward, who was duteously trying to avoid the various puddles of slush and dirt that marred the church parking lot.
"I don't want to get my shoes wet." She looked up at her before taking a sharp right angle. It was freezing outside, probably the coldest Christmas Eve that she could remember having. Her thick woolen jacket though warm, was in no way helping to keep the bare skin of her legs or her toes from feeling the effects of the harsh winter wind.
"Perhaps you should have chosen different shoes then dear. Hurry up I don't want to keep your father waiting." She said impatiently.
Quinn bit her tongue to keep from snapping back at her. It was after all her father who had instructed her to wear the outfit she had on, despite her own desire to bundle up in the warmest clothing she had available. She did love her dress, it was green and fit her torso snugly, cinching at the waist before slowly belling out and ending at the knee. She wore a white cardigan over it to cover up the bare skin of her arms, trying to remain church appropriate. But her love of the dress came in second to her hatred of the cold. Taking one small leap over a puddle she finally found herself standing on the walkway with her mother.
"Ok. I'm here, you can walk now." She said tersely.
"Don't take that tone with me young lady." Judy hooked her arm through Quinn's and began walking them towards the door.
"Sorry." she muttered under her breath.
Quinn was grateful when they finally crossed the threshold of the doorway and a blast of hot air blew across her skin. As they walked down the aisle, passing the rows and rows of pews filled with families all donning their nicest clothes she began to get the feeling back in her toes and the tips of her fingers. Looking down towards the pulpit and saw her father waving to alert them of his location; the front pew, as usual. She hated sitting so close but he always insisted. 'You want the pastor to see you are in attendance.' he would say. That was her father, always concerned with appearances. Removing her coat she sat down next to him, followed by her mother.
"Look at my two lovely ladies!" He kissed Quinn's temple, and handed them each a program. "How did I get so lucky?"
"Thank you Daddy." She smiled innocently, flipping through the book. The service looked pretty standard; prayer of invocation, calls to worship, scripture readings, lighting of the candles, but as her eyes neared the bottom something caught her eye.
MINISTRY OF MUSIC SOLO: Oh Holy Night performed by Rachel Berry
Her fingers gripped the thin page of the booklet tighter as she read and re-read the sentence, 'performed by Rachel Berry, by Rachel Berry, Rachel Berry.' Her eyes focused on her name. Of course, the one place where Quinn could always rely on not having to deal with the tiny diva had been tainted.
"Quinn, doesn't she go to your school?" Her mom nudged her shoulder and pointed to the name in question.
"Yes." Was all she responded, then turned her head to see if she could spot her, she figured it wouldn't be hard, despite the fact that she was Jewish she was probably wearing some type of sweater that lit up complete with red and green leggings. And she knew if she couldn't see her she would most definitely be able to hear her, she was no doubt lecturing someone about the materialistic nature of Christmas.
Her eyes scanned the room, going left to right over each pew. When she finally reached the last row she saw her, and to Quinn's surprise she wasn't talking, not only that, she was wearing an almost normal outfit; a simple red turtleneck, with a black (still too short for church) skirt, black stockings, and flats. Getting up from her seat she told her parents she would return in a minute and walked back up the aisle to confront her. She was irritated; Church was the only place in her life that hadn't been infiltrated by Rachel Berry, it was a place of refuge, and peace and calm. Rachel did not elicit any of those feelings in her. As she got closer Rachel's eyes met with hers and she saw her visibly stiffen in her seat.
"What are you doing here?" She spoke a quietly as possible while still being able to inject the disdain in her voice.
"Excuse me?" Rachel looked up to her.
"I said; what are you doing here? You're not even Christian." she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at her.
"Well Quinn, despite the fact that I do not practice your faith, I am still able to appreciate it as well as the religious holidays you recognize. And after having a word with your pastor last week I was able to convince him that despite our diverging belief systems, that, as the leader of this flock, he was bound to have only the most capable people singing the hymns, so as to better…"
"Stop talking Berry." Quinn held up her hand. "You spoke with my pastor?"
Inwardly Quinn cringed. Once, years ago, she had confessed to her pastor the inappropriate feelings she had harbored for the girl sat in front of her now and he had promptly listed off scriptures for her to read along with a large amount of Hail Mary's. Although the partition had separated them, she can remember blushing profusely as she finally said aloud all the dreams she had been having. She never knew if he was aware it was her behind the grate, but he would definitely now be able to put a face to the name Rachel Berry. She quickly pushed the memory from her mind.
"You're only doing this because Hanukkah has no good songs to sing."
"While I admit that the Christmas holiday does have a much wider range of material, I am simply doing this because I thought it would be a nice way to help the small community of Lima usher in a day that they all hold in high regard. Not everything needs to have an ulterior motive Quinn."
Quinn rolled her eyes at that. "Oh, that's rich coming from you." She looked up and saw the pastor and the altar boys preparing to walk down and begin the service, "Do me a favor; just perform your song and leave. Okay?" she whispered harshly.
"As I'm sure you're aware, leaving before any religious service is over is not proper etiquette, so no, I won't be leaving. But I promise to stay out of your way." Rachel sat back and turned her eyes towards the front of the room. "You look nice by the way." She added not looking back to her.
Quinn wasn't entirely sure how to respond to that so she just huffed and turned on her heel to return to her seat. Inwardly she gushed at the compliment, but her ire at Rachel's presence overrode any willingness to admit it.
The service was going smoothly, though Quinn would be lying is she said she was paying much attention. Her mind was elsewhere, on Rachel more specifically. That girl had a way of getting under her skin like no other. She had spent the last two years learning how to turn her desire for the brunette into anger. Where she had once imagined kissing her to keep her from speaking she now imagined throwing a book at her, instead of saving her eyesight from her horrendous clothing choices by imagining peeling the material from her skin she slushied her, and for the most part it was working. Occasionally she would still wake from a vivid dream covered in sweat, thoughts of Rachel writhing below her, whispering her name, spreading her legs, still playing along the edges of her mind. Even remembering them now was causing her insides to stir.
Her dreams would always seem so real, once she had even checked the skin of her back to see if the scratch marks were really there, they weren't. Then, like every other morning, she would quickly push the memory away and make excuses for herself saying she couldn't control her thoughts while sleeping.
The room going pitch black and her mother handing her a candle broke her from her train of thought. Ever so slowly the room started to light again, as people took turns igniting each other's candles. Once everyone's flames were burning the room was enveloped in a soft glow, there was almost no sound in the church, aside from the occasional sniffle or cough. This was usually Quinn's favorite part, the eerie calm that descended over everyone as they waited in anticipation for the song to begin. The flickering of the candles making the room feel alive as shadows rose and fell over faces and paintings. She felt it too, even though she didn't want to, considering who was singing. But her stomach turned as they waited, Oh Holy Night was one of her favorite songs and despite wanting to despise Rachel, she knew the performance would probably be amazing.
As she heard the piano begin to play she looked up, Rachel was there now, standing between the two altar candles, adjusting the microphone stand. Her legs seemed to blend into the darkness behind her, but the red of her shirt stood out, as did her eyes, the glowing flames making the white and brown sparkle in the blackness. She bowed her head down as the chords continued on, waiting for her cue to begin.
Although the wait was only a few seconds Quinn felt like it was an eternity, when she rose her head again to begin on the opening verse her brown eyes connected directly with her own and she sucked in a breath. She felt as though she was singing directly to her, she wanted to look away, to break their gaze, but found she couldn't. The longer their eyes held, the more she squirmed, an uneasy feeling brewing in her stomach.
Her voice was soft, naked, just her and the piano, she thought it couldn't sound any more perfect but she was wrong. Somewhere, in the darkness behind the altar, the string instruments began, barely audible, but slowly building and her voice followed suit. A deliriously slow crescendo that made the fine hair on the back of Quinn's neck stand at attention, when it finally reached its peak and Rachel belted out the words of the chorus she had to close her eyes;
"Oh Night Divine, Oh night, Oh night divine…" Her voice was everywhere, it surrounded her entire being, she could literally feel every word as she sang it, butterflies danced in her stomach and goose-bumps spread across her skin.
Daring to open her eyes again, she looked back to her. Rachel's eyes were no longer on her; they were closed, relaxing with the song. She allowed herself to watch her mouth as she sang, it was hypnotizing, closing and opening, a sliver of pink tongue peeking out every so often to moisten her lips, she felt her heart rate speed up every time she did so, pushing her blood through her veins at an alarming speed, all of it seemingly rushing between her thighs.
She gripped her hand to the pew as the song went on, her other tightening on the candle. Even though the room was warm she felt shiver crawl down her body, settling between her legs, adding to the pressure. She knew this feeling. She had felt it before, on those mornings when she woke up clutching her own bed sheet with Rachel's name on her lips. Glancing quickly to her right and left she eyed her parents, hoping they were none the wiser of the thoughts running through her mind, thankfully they weren't.
Immediately she brought her gaze back to Rachel, this time on her hands. Her fingertips moved lightly along the thin mic-stand, up and down, up and down, occasionally pausing to grip it between her thumb and forefinger. Quinn felt her stomach tumble as she watched them; warmth was spreading throughout her entire body, her heart beating furiously behind her ribcage. The crescendo was building again, and one of Rachel's hands left the mic to slide through her hair, coming down to graze across her neck, before stopping on her chest. Quinn watched the entire movement and suddenly had to cross her legs.
Every move she made seemed so sensual. The string instruments were growing again, and so was the feeling in the pit of Quinn's stomach. The beating in her chest had moved lower, a torturously slow throb pulsed between her thighs with every note Rachel sang. Suddenly, the chorus was back, and Rachel's voice again filled the room. She watched the rise and fall of her chest with every breath she took, and squeezed her legs tighter. Her face became hot and her breath was shallow. She couldn't explain how she was feeling any more, never in her life had her mind been so clouded. She hoped the song would end, because the longer it went the less in control she felt. Something was about to happen, she could feel it, like her body was housing some incredibly wild form of energy that couldn't be contained.
Rachel's voice again surrounded her, building, growing, expanding, "oh night divine, oh night divine," it swam through her ears, and crawled down her neck, before spiraling through her chest, and just as Rachel reached her crest, a soft squeak fell from her throat and the feeling exploded between her thighs.
A loud round of applause rang throughout the room as the song ended, but Quinn sat motionless, staring at her candle. She couldn't believe what had just happened. A series of aftershocks were running through her body and she didn't dare look up for fear that Rachel or her parents would see the flushness of her cheeks. She had just had an orgasm. The very first orgasm of her life, and it happened in a church. In her church. It happened without anyone touching her, or even looking at her, it happened from Rachel's voice, and her voice alone, she didn't even know that was possible.
She tried to gain back some of her focus as the service went on, but it was a lost cause. She couldn't erase Rachel from her thoughts; her voice, her eyes, her hands, her lips, each one played through her mind. She had hoped that as more time passed the stirrings between her legs would subside, but they hadn't. With every minute that ticked by they increased. Her mind was like an echo chamber, "Fall on your knees, Oh night divine." she couldn't stop hearing her, feeling her. As the sermon finally came to a close and everyone was moving towards the back room for refreshments she searched for her. Suddenly her imagination wasn't enough, and her faith was no longer strong enough to make her resist what she so desperately wanted.
Scanning the room she spotted her, a small group of people waited near her hoping to shake her hand and congratulate her on her performance. Quinn moved quickly in their direction. Her parents would probably only stay for a half-hour or so, and if she ever wanted a peaceful nights rest again this had to be done.
"Rachel." Quinn spoke louder then she wanted to as she came upon them.
"Yes?" She looked at her questioningly.
"I need to talk to you."
"Can it wait?"
Quinn shook her head and grabbed Rachel's wrist, dragging her back down between the pews and towards a door in the far corner of the church.
"Quinn!" Rachel spoke as they walked. "That was extremely rude; I was in the middle of a conversation."
Quinn didn't say anything, just continued tugging her along. After they went through the doorway she sped down the long hallway before taking a few turns and stopping when they entered a small classroom, closing and locking the door behind her.
Rachel stood in the middle of the room and placed her hands on her hips. "Would you mind enlightening me as to what could be so important to talk about that you had to interrupt my conversation and drag me all the way back here."
Quinn took a few steps forward and looked at her, really looked at her. She was stunning. Her dark hair contrasted perfectly against her sweater. Her brown eyes glistened with both irritation and confusion. Her lips were pursed waiting for a response. She was only a few inches from her now, and she felt her nostrils flare as the scent of her herbal shampoo mixed with the light floral scent of her perfume and wafted towards her.
"Quinn?" Rachel suddenly questioned her again. "Are you feeling okay?" She wasn't used to such prolonged periods of silence.
Quinn brought her eyes back up to hers. A nervous anticipation was sliding through her stomach, the thought that she was finally going to have what she had been craving for all these years was kicking off an entirely new firestorm throughout her body.
"Quinn?" Rachel spoke again more forcefully. She was starting to get nervous. Quinn was looking at her in a way that she had never seen before.
"Forgive me." Quinn finally spoke.
The non-sequitur only served to confuse Rachel further, "Forgive you? Forgive you for wha—"
Her words were cut off when Quinn slid her hand around her waist and pressed her mouth upon her. Rachel's hand raised instinctively to Quinn's chest to try and push her away, a weak sound of protest falling from her mouth, but Quinn just held her tighter. Her mind was swimming trying to process what was going on. Quinn Fabray was kissing her, in a classroom, in a church. She would be lying if she said she had never fantasized about this before. The kissing part at least. But she had never imagined it actually happening. Slowly, her head began to wrap around the magnitude of what was happening, and then that same hand that had just tried to push Quinn away, fisted into the material of her cardigan and pulled her closer.
Quinn groaned when she felt Rachel finally submit. Threading her fingers through her hair, she slanted their mouths against one another and her tongue requested entrance. Rachel whimpered and let her in. They took their time at first, slow languid strokes, exploring and testing the waters all at once. But soon that wasn't enough for Quinn, and she found herself pushing Rachel backwards until they came into contact with the small desk in the front of the room. Sliding her hands down Rachel's small frame she gripped her ass and lifted her so she sat on top of the cool wood.
Spreading her legs Rachel pulled Quinn into her, her fingers nimbly undoing the buttons of her cardigan before yanking it down her arms and tossing it to the floor. She felt Quinn pulling at the bottom of her sweater and raised her own arms so it could be lifted from her body. As the material met with her chin they broke their mouths apart for the first time since the kiss had begun. The moment the sweater was on the ground, they paused to look at one another. Rachel had her legs hooked around Quinn's waist keeping her in place, their breathing was heavy and their lips were slightly swollen from attention.
"Do you want this?" Quinn asked softly. She really hoped she wouldn't say no because she had never wanted anything more.
Rachel slid her palm up Quinn's stomach; in between the valley of her covered breasts, and hooked her finger into the top of her dress, pulling her down so their lips were only millimeters apart.
"Yes." she breathed.
That one word was all Quinn needed, and she pushed her mouth back on hers, she had an almost obsessive need to explore her body. She let her fingertips trail down her neck, splaying across her collarbone, then down the sides of her ribcage, before moving to her back, to release the catch of her bra. As the material loosened she tore it from her chest, then broke her mouth away, to let her tongue lave at the skin of her neck, Rachel's head fell listlessly to the side, giving her more access, moaning when she felt Quinn's teeth nip at her skin.
Threading her fingers through Quinn's hair, Rachel held her there, enjoying the feeling but needing more; she was already impossibly wet, the feeling of Quinn pressed against her and her tongue on her skin, setting off a need so powerful she feared she would never recover. "Lower." She growled, then tugged, trying to force what she wanted.
Quinn grinned against her neck, then pushed her hand against Rachel's chest forcing her to tilt back on her palms. As she leaned back Quinn moved lower, licking along her collarbone, then pausing as she let her mouth hover over the place where Rachel wanted her. Her breasts were even more spectacular than they were in her dreams, bigger, fuller, the small dusky nipples puckered and begging for attention, attention which she couldn't wait to give.
Lowering her head she took one into her mouth, while her hand rose up to thumb the other. Rachel arched her back, and groaned, a long slow groan, that sparked along Quinn's nerve endings. She blew a stream of cool air across her damp skin and moved left, lightly sinking her teeth into the supple flesh, causing Rachel's body to shudder. She was fast losing control; every small sound that fell from the singer's throat spurred her forward. Dragging her nails down her torso, then over her hips and down her thighs she met with the bottom of Rachel's skirt, and roughly hiked it upwards. She placed her palms on the insides of Rachel's thighs then pushed her legs outward, causing her to release the death grip she had fashioned around her waist. Hooking her fingertips in the top of her stockings she pulled her mouth reluctantly away from her breasts and stood upright.
Rachel looked wanton, her eyes were heavy with lust, her lips were parted trying to find air, her chest expanded and contracted with every labored breath, her legs were spread and begging for it. She lifted her hips slightly off the table urging Quinn to remove the nylon obstruction, but Quinn's patience had all but disappeared. With one almighty tug Quinn ripped at the material, hearing it crack and stretch as the threads came apart.
"Jesus!" Rachel moaned at the action, immediately sitting upright and gripping at the scruff of Quinn's neck crushing their mouths back together. She had never seen anything sexier in her entire life. Quinn pushed back into her, forcing Rachel to lean back once again. Their kisses were no longer controlled, they were all tongues, and teeth, and desperation. Quinn's hand began to trail up Rachel's thigh, nails dragging over the ruined black stockings, stopping when they finally came into contact with the soaked silk of Rachel's panties.
"I can feel you…" She murmured into Rachel's mouth, "You're so wet."
"Oh god.." Rachel groaned, her head falling back as Quinn's fingers moved up and down over the material. "Please.."
Quinn still didn't take any action, just treaded her fingers lightly, and brought mouth down to toy with the skin of her neck. Rachel was shaking, every trace of Quinn's fingers or swipe of her tongue causing an intense stirring in her stomach and an almost painful throb between her legs. She couldn't stand it any longer. Hooking her leg again around Quinn's hip she pulled her closer and dragged her face back up so their eyes would meet; "Quinn, please! Don't tease me!" She poured every ounce of desperation into her voice, thick with desire, her eyes pleading with her to stop with the foreplay and take her.
She did. Pushing the material aside she slid two long slender fingers into her, swallowing her moan of approval with her mouth. Rachel's hips bucked against her hand, her body encouraging her in ways her mouth couldn't provide. Short nails dug sharply into her biceps as she thrust inside her. She felt amazing; warm and wet and tight, her walls gripping at her fingers.
"Fuck…" Rachel's head rolled away as Quinn pushed harder, filling her completely. Her body fell back, splaying across the desk, no longer strong enough to hold herself up. Her hips undulated with Quinn's fingers, trying to keep up with the rhythm she set, her nails digging into the wood around her as she felt her stomach begin to clench. She wasn't going to last long, not even thoughts of the mailman would be able to keep at bay what was coursing through her.
"Fuck Quinn…" Her back arched, she could feel her blood pumping furiously through her body, burning through her, sending an intense heat between her thighs.
Quinn just thrust faster, relishing in the way Rachel's body responded to her ministrations. Together they moved in unison, passion consuming them both, sweat clinging to their skin. Quinn could feel she was close, and with one final thrust and swipe along her clit she watched as Rachel's body stiffened and a her orgasm consumed her, a low animalistic groan ripping from her throat.
Rachel laid completely sated, hands covering her face, and tried desperately to catch her breath. Her stomach still tightened every few seconds as wave after wave of aftershocks moved through her body, she had never experienced anything more intense. The feel of Quinn moving away from her caused her to un-shield her eyes and look to her.
"Where are you going?" She spoke suddenly when she saw her reaching for her cardigan.
"I'm leaving." Quinn answered not looking at her.
"Because we shouldn't have done this." She kept her eyes on the buttons of her shirt as she refastened them.
"What?" Rachel asked indignantly.
"This was wrong Rachel. I'm sorry, but I have to go." Quinn's mind was reeling. She had just gone against everything she had been taught since childhood. She moved towards the door, but just as her hand met with the deadbolt she felt Rachel press up against her back.
"Don't do this." She pleaded. "Please, don't do this."
Quinn's forehead fell against the wood, pains of guilt slicing through her chest. She felt Rachel's hands span her waist from behind, sliding upwards to cup her breasts.
"Stop." She spoke softly. But Rachel didn't listen, her thumbs just stroked deftly over her hardened nipples.
"No." she whispered back. She smoothed her palms back down her torso, bunching up the material of her dress, and moved her hand to cup at Quinn's sex. "I can feel you too, you know." She bit at Quinn's shoulder and slid her hand in between the silk and her heated skin. "Stop fighting this."
Quinn groaned and gripped her fingers tighter on the deadbolt, willing herself to turn the lock and run from the room. But Rachel's fingers kept moving, and her voice kept going.
"Don't you want me to touch you?" She asked, sliding her fingers between her slick folds. "Let me touch you…" She begged.
A gargle of frustration fell from Quinn's throat. Her body was still on fire from earlier in the evening, and seeing Rachel come by her fingers moments before had done nothing to calm her down.
"Touch me." She breathed, giving in.
Rachel gripped at Quinn and turned her around the moment she agreed, leaning up to bring their mouths back together, fixing her with a punishing kiss. Her fingers entered her quickly, eager as they were. Quinn moaned, her head falling back against the door, allowing Rachel to bite at the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. Her hips tilted upwards, looking for more.
Rachel was growling against her skin, an entirely new desire coursing through her, a need to be as close to Quinn as possible. She could feel the wetness surrounding her fingers; hear every grunt of approval from Quinn's mouth. Still, she needed more, and not knowing if she would ever have this opportunity again she took it.
Falling to her knees she dragged Quinn's panties with her, lifting one of her legs, so they hung around the ankle of the other. Quinn looked down at her, her eyes wide with apprehension and excitement. Rachel met her gaze and licked her lips, she couldn't wait too long, and she couldn't give Quinn the opportunity to reconsider. She pushed her pretty green dress up to her hips, and stared at the glistening sex in front of her.
"I have to taste you." she murmured, then leant forward to take Quinn into her mouth.
A whimper of longing escaped Quinn's throat and her hands immediately threaded through her hair holding her tight, her ass thumping against the door as she bucked into her.
"Oh God…" She groaned as Rachel licked, sucked and nibbled at her clit; her fingers slipping inside her again. She was grateful for the support of the door as she felt her knees begin to buckle below her. Rachel was making small noises of delight as she played with her, explored her. She felt the same feeling again, surges of electricity shooting through her veins. She was certain she wouldn't last long. She pushed down without thought, grinding herself on to Rachel's face, then, when Rachel moaned her approval at the action, a low vibration delivered to the most sensitive part of her, her last shred of control was lost. Her hips shot forward on their own accord before jerking back against the door, a strangled sob escaping her throat as she came against Rachel's willing and eager tongue.
Slowly she slid down the door, tears of anguish streaming down her cheeks. Rachel held her tight and kissed them away; telling her everything would be okay. Though, Quinn was unable to share her optimism. Pulling herself up, she straightened out her dress and left the room. She couldn't bear to spend another moment in there, the guilt had already settled in.