Rachel Berry walked through the front door with a little spring in her step. She was downright giddy that afternoon, and it had everything to do with the blonde girl walking behind her. Now that they had been Outed a couple of weeks ago, they didn't have to hide their relationship from everyone. Rachel was still determined to find out whoever had e-mailed Jacob, and give them a piece of her mind for doing something so inexcusable and unforgiveable, but at least there were a few bright sides to the situation.
"I missed you today," Quinn said, and wrapped her arms around Rachel from behind. She carefully took Rachel's books out of her hands and dropped them to the floor with a loud thud. They both giggled a little at the sound, but to her surprise, Rachel didn't complain for potentially causing damage to school property. She rested her chin on the little diva's shoulder, and took in a deep breath inhaling the smells of the brunette's conditioner, perfume, and unique scent that was all Rachel Berry.
Rachel smiled and placed her hands over Quinn's, which were resting on her stomach, and she leaned her weight against the blonde. "I missed you too," she said, and she couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. They had one class together, and Glee Club after school, plus they spent lunch together and their breaks in between classes. Even though they spent a great deal of time together at school, they truly did miss the other.
Quinn thought it was a little insane how dependant she was becoming on the other girl. She knew it was just Rachel Berry101; she had clung to Finn even more so, but this felt different. She found herself becoming so emotionally attached to the brunette that if she went too long without so much as texting her, she became anxious and cranky.
They stood there in a comfortable, almost soothing silence, just holding each other and letting all thoughts drift from their minds. They had managed to go a whole day without being slushied, but the football players didn't hold back on the verbal harassment. Rachel swore if one more guy offered to "turn her straight," she would lose it. She turned around in Quinn's arms and held the blonde close. All of the teasing, name calling, and sexual comments were worth it if this is what she got to do at the end of the day.
"You're so tense," Quinn said, and gently rubbed the brunette's back. She was worried about Rachel, even though she tried to keep those concerns to herself. Since they were Outed, Rachel had been more stressed out than normal. The bullying was getting worse, despite her efforts to protect the diva. "Do you want to go upstairs and relax?" When Rachel only nodded instead of verbally responding, Quinn couldn't help but smile and place a small kiss on the top of her head. After a few moments of silence, Quinn chuckled a little, and rubbed Rachel's back again. "If we're going to relax upstairs, we're going to have to move."
"Then I change my mind, I don't want to go upstairs," she said, and placed a few quick kisses on Quinn's neck. She was still completely fascinated by the blonde's neck, and all of the responses she could get when she kissed it. Quinn's fingers moved on her body from her back to her sides, and Rachel let out a little squeal followed by uncontrolled giggles when the former cheerleader tickled her ribs. "Stop, Quinn! I mean it, stop!" The blonde continued her assault and laughed as the shorter girl attempted to get away from her, but it was useless. "Ok, you win." As soon as those words left Rachel's mouth, the blonde's hands ceased their attack.
"That's all I wanted to hear," Quinn said, and placed a tender kiss on Rachel's lips. She took the diva by the hand, and they made their way up to Rachel's room.
In the last couple of months while they explored their sexuality together and grew closer, this room had become their sanctuary. It was their escape from the bullies, the stress of their studies, and all of the other fears and worries they had about life in general. "There, was that really so hard?" She asked once they were in the room, and the door was shut behind them. She put her backpack down next to the bed, and observed Rachel closely while she stood next to the dresser.
"Yes, it was. My feet hurt from walking up all of those stairs. If we had just stayed where we were then this wouldn't have happened," the diva answered dramatically with a little smirk on her face.
Quinn raised an eyebrow at her, and slowly walked over to the other girl. She wrapped her arms around Rachel's waist, staring into her eyes the entire time, and she could tell that the brunette looked a little nervous now. The expression on the blonde's face was predatory, and Rachel had no idea what to think. Normally when she made a dumb joke like that the other girl just laughed along with her and changed the subject.
"If we had stayed downstairs, we wouldn't be able to do this," she said, and kissed Rachel on the lips. This kiss wasn't like the ones they shared earlier. Those were tender, chaste kisses that were more about seeking comfort at the end of a tough day. This kiss was about control, about showing Rachel just how much the blonde wanted her. Rachel kissed her back with just as much force and wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck. The former cheerleader's dominant side was a turn on, and the more time they spent together, the harder it was becoming to control her basic urges.
She pulled back from Quinn's lips, and started peppering little kisses along the blonde's neck. It was one of her favorite things to do, and she was quickly discovering all of the different reactions she could get by teasing the different points on her girlfriend's neck. She couldn't help but smile when the other girl's head tilted back, giving her more room to explore, and a low moan escaped Quinn's throat. She nipped at Quinn's pulse point, and was rewarded with a shudder. She gently sucked on the little spot right behind Quinn's ear, and the other girl clung to her and her breathing became shallow.
"That's cheating, Berry," Quinn managed to get out. Rachel gently scraped her teeth against the spot, and Quinn actually went a little weak in the knees. The diva got a rush of adrenaline at the feeling. She couldn't believe she had this type of control over the other girl. Quinn was normally so in control of herself, but all the brunette had to do was kiss the right spots and the girl melted in her arms.
"All is fair in love and war, Fabray," she responded with a smile. She continued to kiss Quinn's neck, very slowly working her way down to the girl's collarbone. There she nipped, and softly kissed the flesh. The response wasn't as intense as it was on that little sweet spot behind the girl's ear, but when Quinn let out a little shuddery breath, Rachel couldn't help but smile.
"Ok, then I guess you won't mind if I do this," she said, and ran her hand up Rachel's shirt very slowly in case the other girl became uncomfortable. They may be teasing each other and becoming more comfortable touching under the clothes, but she didn't want to take the chance of taking things too far. The last thing she wanted to do was cause a repeat of the night of the party. But Rachel didn't protest, so Quinn slid her hand under the girl's bra and cupped her breast. She gently toyed with the other girl's nipple until it became painfully hard, and the smirk she got on her face could only be described as devilish.
"I don't mind at all," Rachel said, and rained more kisses along Quinn's throat. She needed to get the advantage back. She needed to prove she could throw the blonde off her game and reduce her to nothing but a melted mess of hotness. But Rachel was too distracted by the hand on her breast to really focus on the former cheerleader's neck. She would have to come up with something else to throw the other girl off her game. "In fact, I think if you went for it, I'd let you take my shirt off." She smiled in triumph when she heard the sudden intake of breath, and felt Quinn's whole body tense.
Quinn bit her bottom lip to stop the moan that wanted so desperately to come out of her throat. She couldn't believe what Rachel had just said. This wasn't the first time shirts had been removed while they were making out, but this was the first time it was Rachel's idea instead of Quinn whispering softly in Rachel's ear, asking permission to remove the fabric. Now that she was given a very bold challenge, she didn't hesitate before she reached down to remove the floral printed blouse. It was a little awkward because now that her hand was on Rachel's breast she refused to remove it just in case the diva became shy.
Rachel helped her take the shirt off when using one hand was taking too long. Once it was removed their lips instantly met. It wasn't frantic or full of raw passion like Rachel thought it would be. No, it was tender and soft, and when she felt Quinn's other hand softly running up and down her spine, she shivered and goose bumps broke out all over her body. She trailed her lips down the diva's throat, softly nipping occasionally as her fingers found Rachel's bra strap. She teased it for a moment, waiting for any sign of protest. When she didn't receive any she carefully unhooked it, and Rachel pulled the garment off, and dropped it to the floor on top of her shirt.
"We need to be lying down," Quinn said when her knees went a little weak. Rachel had never been this bold before. The very few times Quinn was able to get the diva out of her bra, it was always met with a lot of blushing and nervous giggling, and Rachel wouldn't allow the blonde to openly look at her chest. But now she wasn't acting shy about this at all, and Quinn didn't know why but she wasn't stupid enough to stop and ask what had gotten into the brunette beauty standing before her.
"I couldn't agree more," she responded and wrapped her arms around the blonde's back as they walked towards the bed without breaking contact. This was something that they had done countless times before, but it was different that day. Instead of Quinn being in charge, it was Rachel who was leading the blonde over to the bed, and when Quinn's legs bumped against the mattress she lay down on her back and waited for the brunette to join her. Normally she needed to be in control; when she lost control bad things happened, but she knew she could trust Rachel, and now that they were recovered from that incident at the party, Rachel fully trusted her too.
She watched in amusement as Rachel took off their shoes, and carefully removed Quinn's socks. She couldn't help but smile as she remembered the day Rachel went on a tangent about how annoying the feeling of shoes or socks rubbing against her legs felt. When Rachel was done with that, the blonde scooted back on the bed and rested against the plethora of pillows. She watched as she Rachel crawled towards her on her hands and knees, and suddenly Quinn couldn't breathe. The brunette looked so sexy, and Quinn just knew by that little glint in the other girl's eyes she was doing this on purpose to throw the blonde off.
Quinn tried as hard as she could to keep her expression neutral and to keep her libido in check. She thought she was doing a really good job, and even gave herself a mental-high five when Rachel winked at her and she didn't melt into a giant puddle on the bed, but when the diva straddled her waist and leaned down to kiss her, Quinn could feel herself slowly coming undone. She put her hands on Rachel's hips, and tried as hard as she could not to flip them over and take the diva right there. But then Rachel pulled back from the kissing and looked deeply into Quinn's eyes – there was something about the expression on the diva's face that made the blonde's breathing hold for just a moment.
"Quinn," she said and stopped. Quinn just lay there. She knew if Rachel needed to say something, but was too shy and didn't quite know how to word it, then the best thing was to just wait for her to find the words instead of rushing her. "Quinn, I love you." The diva became very bashful after she said the words and looked away from her girlfriend's face. This wasn't how she pictured saying those words to Quinn for the first time. There was supposed to be candlelight and a romantic atmosphere, but the blonde made her feel so safe, and she couldn't help herself. "I know we haven't been together as a couple for very long, and it's probably too soon to say it, but I wanted you to know that's how I feel about you now."
"Rachel," the blonde said, stopping the other girl from continuing to ramble. There was something about Quinn's tone that made Rachel brave enough to look into her eyes again. She relaxed as soon as she felt the blonde's hands softly caressing her bareback. She wasn't completely comfortable being half nude in front of the other girl, but if she kept massaging her like this she could quickly get used to it. "It isn't too soon to say it." Quinn gently tucked some loose strands of Rachel's dark hair behind her ear, and she let out a little sigh. "I love you, too; and I'm not just saying it because you said it. I really mean it."
Rachel couldn't help but smile; the blonde knew her a little too well. "How did I get so lucky?" she asked, and she sounded slightly awestruck. "I mean, I have the future prom queen of McKinley High in my bed telling me that she loves me. If I were to go back in time and tell this to my freshman-self, she would never believe me. In fact, she would probably laugh in my face and walk away." They shared a laugh at the image Rachel created, and Quinn placed a soft kiss on the other girl's lips. She continued to gently rub the diva's back, and she was amazed at how soft her skin was.
"Well then, your freshman-self is a moron," she said, and that made Rachel smile a little wider. With one hand she started to run her fingers through Rachel's hair and smiled when the diva let out a little moan of contentment. Hearing that sound always made her smile. "You think you're lucky, but I'm the lucky one. You've made me a better person. You make me want to be somebody one day." She kissed Rachel again, and when she pulled back she had a little smirk on her face. "Besides, I have Rachel Berry naked from the waist up and lying on top of me. My life is pretty awesome right now." Rachel laughed and smacked Quinn on the thigh.
"I didn't know you were into spanking," Quinn said with another devilish smirk. Rachel instantly got an intense blush on her face. "I guess it's true what they say about the good girls being really kinky."
Rachel tried to protest, but before she could, Quinn leaned forward and kissed her. Any words that may have been on her tongue disappeared, and her body pressed more firmly into the body below hers. Then out of nowhere Quinn scratched her short nails down Rachel's back, and the brunette moaned into the kiss, and started lightly grinding against the other girl. She had no idea something like that would feel so good. They were so caught up in one another they didn't hear the bedroom door open.
"Rachel, honey, how many times I have told you to-" they heard, and pulled away from each other. They looked back towards the door, and standing there was Rachel's dad, looking shocked. The mail he was holding in his hand dropped to the floor, and his eyes were so wide the brunette thought for a second they might actually pop out of his skull. Rachel's heart started pounding with fear as an expression settled on his face. She'd never seen that look before, and she wasn't sure how to describe it, but she just knew she would be lucky to get out of this situation alive.
"Rachel, get dressed, and get downstairs right now, young lady." And just like that he walked off, leaving the door open behind him. Rachel sat there unable to move or speak.
"Bright side? At least one of your dads knows," Quinn said sounding sheepish.
Rachel looked at her with a glare so intense, Quinn was sure if the other girl had super powers she would be nothing more than a Quinn-shaped pile of ash right now. The diva got off of her without a word, and put her clothes back on. She had tears in her eyes, and her mind was going a mile a minute. Was her daddy going to hate her for keeping this a secret? Was he going to forbid her from seeing the other girl when he found out who she was? She had no idea, and the thought of being told she wasn't allowed to see the other girl broke her heart.