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“Just nice?” Berry scowled, and pulled off his hat. His
hair fell down his back, luxurious curls that reached
almost to his waist and Kurt couldn't hold back the
squeak of surprise as suddenly, the hot guy sitting in
front of him was transformed. Into Rachel Berry.
Berry. Rachel – Rayson. Of course.
“Well, I ...”
“But ... You're the only gay guy,” she reminded him.
“I've seen the way you look at her, when you think no-
one's looking. I don't blame you – I'd look too, if I liked
girls.”
Rachel bit her bottom lip, and looked away from him
for a moment. Then, taking a deep breath, she looked
back at him.
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“It's the hat,” he told him. “I feel like Berry when I have
this hat on.”
Then it was shop, shop, shop for the next few hours.
Kurt had dragged Berry into every single store in
Lima, it seemed, by the time they had finished. But he
was pleased with the results, Berry was definitely
ready to party. Tight jeans were paired with second-
hand Converse hi-tops they'd found in a vintage store
– new stuff would be a dead giveaway, Berry had
pointed out – and a vintage band tee they'd found in
the same store. Shirt over that with the sleeves rolled
up, and of course the hat.
“What -”
Quinn didn't let him speak, kissing him again and then
fixing him with a stare.
“Yes. Please.”
She kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her pants
and boxers, although she left her shirt and tee on.
Then the harness that held her cock. It was snug
enough to keep it in place, but not for what she had in
mind. Besides, she had a toy that she hadn't thought
she was ever going to get the chance to use on
anyone other than herself and she wasn't going to
pass up the chance to use it.
“I won't hurt you,” came that low voice, and then the
hand ghosted lower, finding slick folds. One finger slid
gently, oh so gently inside her and she whimpered,
needing more. It was quickly joined by a second, and
then Berry's other hand was there too, finding her clit
and pressing down on it, little rhythmic pulses that
had her rocking backwards to press into his fingers.
The fingers inside her curled and pulled, and she was
gasping and lifting her hips into them, when suddenly
they were gone and something large and cool was
pressing insistently at her. She forgot that she was
afraid and pushed back against it and then it was
slipping inside her and those talented fingers were
pressing harder against her, circling her clit, and it
hurt a little but it felt so good that she didn't care.
Then she bit down softly and Rachel yelped, her hips
jerking. This wasn't so hard, Quinn thought. The angle
was a little different but she'd touched herself –
although not often and never without guilt and why did
this feel so right when she knew it was so wrong –
enough times to know where everything was. She
circled her fingertips softly around Rachel's clit and
experimentally bit down again. Rachel let out a loud
moan.
Rachel's eyes flew open, and then her own hand was
between her legs, moving furiously, and she arched
harder and bit down on her lip. Then she started
shaking and Quinn, furious with herself, realised that
she had stopped too soon. Shit. Way to fuck up,
Quinn Fabray.
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She was still too hot though. She lifted Quinn's arm off
her and slid out from under the blanket. Quinn made a
small sound of protestation and rolled over onto her
stomach, face buried into the pillow. Rachel stood and
smiled at her for a moment, and then headed into the
bathroom. Shower. She was sticky and probably
stank of sex. Of Quinn.
Quinn blinked.
"I just do. And I forgive you for all of that - I know that
popularity is often cemented by a mutual putting-down
of the less popular." She laughed, self-deprecatingly.
"And I was certainly never popular. I'm annoying, I
have two gay dads, I'm not thin enough and my nose
is too big."
"One thing," she said with a soft smile. "You talk too
much. But I've found the perfect cure for that."
Bending down, she replaced her finger with her lips.
The kiss was soft to start with, but when Rachel
moaned into her mouth Quinn tugged her up.
Rachel's towel dropped off to pile around her feet and
Quinn shimmied out of hers, suddenly wanting
Rachel's skin against hers. She pressed up against
the shorter girl and it was her turn to moan as Rachel
wrapped her arms around her, and ran her fingernails
softly up Quinn's back.
"I know it was you, for me," she said softly. "You were
incredible, Rachel. And I said it then but in case
you've forgotten - you were amazing, not Berry." She
winked. "Although you did catch my eye. Kurt was
quite right. But I realised that all of the things I found
attractive about him were the things I find attractive
about you. Not that 'd realised it until last night." She
closed the distance between them and captured
Rachel's lips again. "Thank you," she murmured into
the kiss.
Rachel purred and wrapped her arms around Quinn
again, rolling them over and climbing on top of her
without breaking the kiss. Quinn groaned at the slight
weight on top of her, running her hands up Rachel's
back and back down again, squeezing the firm globes
of her buttocks. Rachel sighed happily, and then
squeaked when Quinn playfully nipped her lower lip.
"I like you," Rachel breathed into her ear, and Quinn
shivered at the hot breath that brushed her skin. Then
Rachel was kissing her neck, nibbling, sucking at the
skin. There was going to be a mark there but Quinn
didn't care. She tilted her head to give the other girl
better access. She'd never let anyone give her a
hickie but here she was encouraging Rachel to.
"Open your eyes," Rachel told her, low and husky. "I
want to see you. I want you to see me."
"Did you just ..?" Quinn asked, and Rachel shook her
head.
"No, but ... Oh. So close, Quinn. So - fuck."
Kurt's grin only grew wider. She did, did she? Then
the next big solo? Was his.
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“124, go ahead.”
Quinn rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth. She took
a step back and regarded the small woman coolly.
“Step-out-of-the-car. Please.”
“10-4, 10-12.”
“No?”
“Quinn…”
“What?”
“Dispatch, 124?”
“Why?”
“Come on.” She lifted Rachel off of her car. “I’ll drive
you to your dads’?”
“124, dispatch.”
“Go ahead.”
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GTL Is The Way Of Life
***
Rachel and Quinn’s first date had happened after two
months of secret longing (that wasn’t exactly a secret)
from Rachel and two weeks of Santana telling Quinn
to ‘just bang the wookiee already, god.’ Quinn was
the one to ask Rachel out to dinner at Breadstix.
Rachel dropped a meatball on her bright white skirt
and Quinn choked on a crouton. After a semi-
successful evening, Quinn left Rachel at her front
door with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“Hey.”
Oh.
Rachel finally understood Quinn’s intent and relaxed
under the blonde’s grip, tentatively returning the kiss.
Quinn tilted her head slightly and snagged Rachel’s
bottom lip gently between her teeth as her other hand
threaded through Rachel’s hair. Rachel whimpered at
the small sting Quinn’s teeth caused, but the blonde
soothingly ran her tongue across Rachel’s bottom lip
before the pain really registered. Before Rachel even
realized she was doing it, her lips parted and Quinn’s
tongue slipped smoothly into her mouth. Whimpering
again when it slid against her own, Rachel lightly
sucked on Quinn’s tongue. Quinn gave a quiet moan,
coaxing Rachel’s tongue to follow her own as it
retreated into her mouth so she could return the favor.
It was Rachel’s turn to moan when she tasted the
slightest hint of cinnamon on the tip of Quinn’s
tongue. She pushed deeper into the blonde’s mouth
wanting to taste as much of Quinn as she could.
Oops.
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One
"What's going on?" she asked softly. "It's not your dad
is it?"
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Two
"Oh, I'm sure we'll have all the chemistry you need,"
Puck murmured, raising his eyebrows up and down
Rachel's way.
"Really, Berry?"
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Three
But, it was all she knew and she didn't even question
it anymore because there was just no other way for
her to be. From a young age, her parents seemed to
carelessly dismiss her older sister, as someone
worthy of carrying on the Fabray name, and had
instead focused on honing her to be the perfect little
girl that they always wanted.
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Four
Sometimes, being friends with Noah Puckerman was
a whole lot more trouble than it was worth. He was
brash, insensitive and his questionable hygiene left
little to be desired. The whole badass code of conduct
he lived by—consisting of specifically selected shirts
that showed off his guns, a long strip of hair on his
head, he insisted on calling a Mohawk, and the
perfected art of a well-timed innuendo—usually made
her want to slap him upside the head for the things he
did in the name of his lackadaisical outlook on life.
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Five
They were much more chill about the pork thing and
they always invited him over to watch football on their
big screen every Sunday. Puck didn't really know a lot
about the whole gay relationship thing or whatever but
they stuck around for Rachel. That was more than his
old man ever did.
"I guess I've been feeling sorta off, you know?" When
Rachel just continued looking at him, Puck decided to
just go with it, since she wasn't yelling yet. "Like I feel
like I ate something bad but I'm not sick."
"I never thought I'd see the day where you described
feeling guilty about something," she said
conversationally with an amused glint to her eyes until
they turned darker with worry. "If this is about what
happened with Quinn, please don't feel guilty on my
account. I was never really mad at you, I just had a
hard time facing the fact that this time I'll never obtain
what I want too much."
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Six
"I know Cher's like all happy gay or whatever but the
Puckster is one hundred percent straight. No way am
I wearing feathers and sequins singing a song called
A Different Kind of Love Song."
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Seven
She pulled out the gum and water bottle she had in
her purse while she waited. When the toilet flushed,
Rachel strengthened up and looked in the mirror
attempting nonchalance. Noah said she was too high
strung for it—when she asked him to teach her in a
bid to hone her skills as an actor—but besides a brief
stutter step, Quinn hadn't done a thing so far.
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Eight
His main mid-day talent had even dried up too. All the
hot girls that he could count on to skip school to put
out were now on the Cheerios—Sally Winters was the
last hold out, she really loved the Puckster—and
going to classes as Sue Sylvester spies was
unfortunately a must-do for all the fine girls of cheer.
Puck was after Quinn the moment the bell rang, finally
catching up to her at her locker.
Puck was about to turn the corner into the music hall
when he was grabbed and pulled into an empty
classroom. He really hoped it wasn't Quinn—since he
doubted she'd be pulling him in there for a little TLC—
and when he realized that it was Rachel, he was a
little surprised since she had been completely missing
in action in his life lately.
"Rach—"
"Don't." Rachel put up her hands, physically barring
him from talking before throwing them up in the air. "I
can't…I thought…"
Then she looked up and she had this look in her eyes
that he'd never forget. Rachel looked absolutely
terrified and he didn't understand until she said,
"Quinn is pregnant, Noah."
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Nine
Berry.
No.
Berry loved herself way too much to be that
observant. Stubbles was only after her now because
she accidently stumbled into the bathroom that day.
Quinn wasn't even showing yet, there was no way.
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Ten
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Eleven
Santana Lopez was his go-to girl for two things: free
booze and hot sex, sometimes both if he was lucky.
And he was today because Santana's daddy left town
for a doctor conference without saying goodbye and
Puck had no problem with assisting in revenge, if
fucking Santana in her daddy's bed was all he had to
do.
But, more than that, his life just felt like it was spinning
out of control. Things were so messed up—he had
fucked up—and just for a little while he hoped he
could maybe find something better; hoped he could
just forget everything that he knew because Rachel
wasn't lying. He knew when she was lying—her eyes
had been big, brown and terrified—and she wasn't
lying.
She couldn't see him but the fact that he was safely
covered made the whole situation less awkward. It
was ridiculous after what he just did that he felt self-
conscious, but it was true.
Puck grabbed for his shirt at the end of the bed before
turning to look at her. Eyes blown, lipstick smudged,
hair wild, nipples hard—God what he gave up for
Rachel.
She rolled her eyes and tossed his jacket at him with
a disgruntled huff. "Don't worry about it, Puck. I'll find
somebody else who doesn't have a pet troll latching
onto them like a STD."
They didn't say anything while they both got into his
truck. He didn't ask where she wanted to go and
Rachel didn't argue when the truck started to move
throughout the neighbourhood. Rachel didn't even
protest when they went through a fast-food drive-thru
because sex always made him hungry. It wasn't until
he pulled into the parking lot of the neighbourhood
park—the sun was just setting and it was empty—that
the tiny brunette decided to speak.
Rachel just rolled her eyes. "I'm pretty sure that isn't a
good idea. To use an analogy you are most familiar
with: you're a sex shark and my calling interrupted
you mid-swim, which I find highly amusing but I'm
sure your body doesn't concur with my assessment."
The straw fell from Rachel's lips and she tilted her
head to the side in deliberation, making him uneasy
with constant eye contact. Then suddenly she had a
giant smile on her face and he could only imagine the
crazy things that she was thinking.
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Twelve
Berry.
One hour.
Then her miniature stalker would be gone for good.
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Thirteen
The tiny brunette sunk her teeth deeply into her lip in
an effort to not interrupt. 'Speech' had definitely been
generous. Obviously when she asked him earlier if he
was ready, his—I got it covered—reply meant he was
prepared up to his standards but not hers and
definitely not Quinn's. Rachel knew she should've
pressed for more but Noah seemed so serious about
this and…
"I don't care what you want. I don't care about your
daddy issues or anything you have to say." Noah was
staring at Quinn with wide eyes and Rachel shook her
head when their brownish colour went dark. It was
times like these that Rachel wondered why she was
even friends with a guy like Noah Puckerman. "But, if
you want to help you need to prove to me that you
can, since the last time I trusted you got me saddled
with a demon spawn for nine months."
Noah's head hit the back of the couch and she felt his
breath hitch slightly at her accusation. Rachel Berry
never pulled punches, subtlety was definitely not in
her wheelhouse and she was angry with him,
especially when he almost just chased Quinn away
after everything she'd done to get her to show up.
Indescribably Beautiful
Quinn felt the familiar material slide over her body, but
couldn't manage a smile as she looked in the mirror
and tightened her ponytail. She was curious as to
what she was even doing here. She really had no
desire to go back to being the Quinn Fabray that she
had been before the baby. She took a deep breath
and let a superior smile settle on her lips before
placing her hand on her hip and walking out of the
locker room. She had only gotten a few feet when she
heard Santana behind her. And suddenly she felt
Santana's fist connecting with her face and she
couldn't control herself anymore. When Mr. Schue
finally let go of her with an incredulous look she
returned it with an irritated look of her own and
stormed off toward the bathroom.
Quinn couldn't deny that the new girl could sing, but
she still secretly thought that Rachel was better. She
couldn't really put her finger on what was better about
it, but Sunshine had failed to provoke a response in
Quinn the same way that Rachel did. For the
thousandth time that day Quinn wondered what the
hell she was doing. She remained off to herself as
she watched everyone welcome Sunshine to Glee
and tried not to focus on the apprehensive look that
was just under Rachel's smile.
She felt an overwhelming urge to touch the girl, to
offer her some sort of comfort, and a fresh bout of
annoyance at Finn for joining in the welcoming. He
was her boyfriend he should be comforting his
girlfriend. She watched Rachel wander away to the
back of the auditorium and gave Finn a dirty look that
he didn't notice. She shouldn't be surprised though
since he hadn't even realized that his girlfriend had
left. Whatever, she thought as she followed Rachel
out of the auditorium.
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and such, it is greatly appreciated.
So here's the second part, still flying by the seat of my
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Hope to get another chapter of my other fic up soon,
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Stunningly Exposed
Quinn fought her eye roll with every ounce in her body
as Mr. Schue handed her his adult contemporary
sheet music. She didn't really mind the music she just
still couldn't figure out why she still kept coming to
Glee club. Everyone in the room either hated her or
was afraid of her, either way none of them were her
friends.
The next day Glee was even worse than the day
before, and by worse she meant even more
ridiculous. Really, a dentist? Even worse a dentist that
would date Miss Pillsbury. She wondered if anyone
could tell that the smile on her face was completely
fake. She had spent most of last night looking in the
mirror practicing before she went to bed and she
knew that it was sitting just right on her face, but
honestly she had been wearing it all day and it was
actually starting to hurt.
Quinn didn't know why she was playing the bitch role,
but she was annoyed at Rachel calling herself a loser.
"You're not a loser, Ma- Berry." Quinn never realized
how natural it had become to call Rachel names. She
barely meant them anymore. "But why are you talking
to me about this?"
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Quinn let her fingers dance over the keys and closed
her eyes as the notes echoed through the empty
church. She closed her eyes and for the first time in
her short life a prayer didn't come. She swallowed and
opened her eyes allowing her tears to fall over her
cheeks at the emptiness she felt in her heart. It all
started a week ago when Finn Hudson of all people
walked into Glee and confessed his love for Jesus. At
first the thought of singing about her faith had excited
Quinn and then Puck had said that he saw God every
time he made out with a new chick.
The rest was drained away when they got news about
Burt Hummel and the world had stopped. She had
heard the questions a million times and had always
believed the standard answer that God works in
mysterious ways, that people were not meant to
understand, but this time it was happening to
someone that she cared about. This time she could
feel the pain. She could feel how inadequate that
answer was.
She had avoided Rachel at all costs the next few days
and could not bring herself to look Kurt in the eyes.
She had been unable to stop herself from tearing up
when he had sang his song and Quinn let herself feel
her doubt to her core by asking the one question that
every non believer asked in bitterness. What kind of
God let people live in so much pain.
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Wholeheartedly Generous
"Puck."
"Look it's okay, alright. I get it." Puck's face was hard,
but Quinn knew that he was trying to hold back his
grief. He looked at her like this every time they were
together, like he was in pain and she was sure that
her eyes would mirror the same thing that was in his if
she could ever bring herself to meet them.
It wasn't until after her date with Sam that she realized
that Rachel had fixed the competition. She had gone
home smiling, said goodnight to her mother and was
laying in bed thinking about the diva when it hit her.
Rachel Berry would never choose such an offensive
song for a competition, winning singing competitions
was probably all Rachel thought about. Quinn tracked
her down the next day before Glee, finding her in the
auditorium with Kurt.
Quinn tried to let Rachel speak and bit her lip to keep
from snapping at the girl to get to the point. "Finn
decided in order for him to win he couldn't sing with
Kurt, he had to sing with you. No offense, but I think
he would have had a better chance with Kurt, he
doesn't tend to go sharp." Quinn almost smiled at
Rachel's honesty, but kept her lip trapped as Rachel
continued. "I saw you leaving the choir room one day
before you guys got in the fight, and you were
smiling." Rachel paused here and ducked her head
with a shy smile. "I thought it was nice that you
weren't alone for once. Remember when we did the
Mash ups last year? You had fun. I assumed that you
were having fun doing the duet with Sam, you smiled
like you enjoyed him and he's new and needed a
friend. That is the reason that I talked you into going
back to him. It is oddly nice when you smile, maybe
because you don't do it enough." Rachel ended
thoughtfully.