: Rachel / Quinn, side Brittany / SantanaRating
: NC17 to be safeSpoilers
: All episodes, just to be safe. Summary
: Quinn gets way more than she expected when she flirts with Rachel as a joke. Disclaimer
: None of these characters are mine, obviously. Author's Note:
Just pretend that Brittany dumped Artie for Santana shortly after the locker scene. Also, this is totally unedited, so...yeah.Guys, I’m SO sorry it has taken more this long to update. I’ve had a friend staying with me for a while, so it’s been hard to find the time to write.
The good news is that I’ve already got most of the last chapter already written, so it should only be a day or two before the finale is posted!
Thanks so much for sticking with me!
It had been hours since Rachel had spoken to Santana and she was slowly going insane with anticipation. All she knew was that Quinn must have been willing to talk to her since she hadn’t gotten an update – despite numerous attempts – since before Santana had even left her parents place.
When her cell phone rang, Rachel nearly fell off of the bed in her rush to answer it.
“Well it’s about time, Santana!” Rachel shouted into the phone. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting?!”
“Okay, first of all, slip that muzzle back on, bitch. Quinn literally just left my house, so deal with it.”
“And second of all?” Rachel replied, chuckling when she heard Brittany tell Santana to be nice. “What did you and Quinn talk about?”
“Don’t worry about that. You like carnivals, right?”
“I guess so, but I really want to know what happened with – ”
“Yeah, sorry, gotta go. Just meet me and Britts at the info booth at the Lima County Carnival tomorrow. Ten AM. Okay?”
“Okay, but – ”
“No time, Brits is getting naked,” Santana said.
Rachel just stared at her phone when the line went dead. Taking a deep breath, she sent out a quick text.Hoping all is well. – R
She was slightly surprised to get a response almost immediately. All is well. – Q
I’m glad to hear that. Let me know if you need anything. – R
I’m sure I’ll be taking you up on that. - Q
Rachel’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What do you mean? Is there something you need now? – R
This time, the response didn’t come immediately. In fact, Rachel was already in bed, about to fall asleep, when her phone finally beeped.
Nothing you can help me with right now, unfortunately. I’ll just have to handle it myself this time. ;) - Q
There’s no way Quinn meant…did she? Heat flooded Rachel’s body at the mere thought and, almost involuntarily, her hand slipped inside her own pajama bottoms. Needless to say, she didn’t get much sleep.
It was ten o’clock on the dot when Rachel walked up to the information booth at the carnival. It was just as she had remembered it – all the smells, the sounds…they were exactly the same as they’d been since she had gone to the annual summer carnival the first time when she was a child.
“Looking good, short stack,” Santana said.
“Seriously?” Rachel said, looking at herself. She was wearing white denim shorts, a plain red t-shirt, and flip-flops. Nothing special. “It’s a hundred degrees. I dressed to be practical, not sexy.”
“Yeah, but your butt looks super delicious in those shorts,” Brittany said, dreamily. “Like an apple. Wait, why is your last name Berry if you look like an apple?”
“I’ll be sure to ask my fathers,” Rachel said, smiling. “So, what are we waiting for?”
“You to be tall enough to get on the rides?” Santana said, smirking.
“Very funny,” Rachel replied, scowling.
“Oh, I know. I’m fucking hilarious. But the answer to your question is that we’re not waiting for anything…anymore,” Santana said, looking over Rachel’s shoulder.
Rachel’s jaw nearly hit the floor when she turned around to see what Santana was looking at.
Quinn. Quinn, in tight, low cut black shorts that highlighted every muscle in her ridiculously long legs. Quinn, in a white tank top that dipped low enough for Rachel to see the swell of small breasts and rose high enough for her to see a sliver of pale skin. Quinn, wearing a smirk that nearly made Rachel drop to her knees.
“Hey guys,” Quinn said, trying to keep herself from grinning when Santana started laughing at the look on Rachel’s face. It really was adorable…even the drool.
“Hi Quinn!” Brittany said, enveloping the other blonde in a hug. “I’m so glad you’re back!”
“Back and better than ever,” Santana said with a smile. “Don’t you think so, Berry?”
“I…wait, what was the question?” Rachel asked, tearing her eyes away from Quinn to look at Santana.
“Nothing,” Santana said with a grin. “Not important. Anyway, do whatever you want, but me and Britts are going inside. She’s about to claw my arm off.”
“It’s true,” Brittany said, jumping up and down. “I’m excited for rides and cotton candy and stuffed animals and ice cream and – ”
“We’ll do it all, babe,” Santana said, smiling shyly at Brittany as they walked ahead.
“You know, I never really noticed how adorable those two are,” Quinn said to Rachel as they slowly walked in the other direction.
“They are,” Rachel agreed. “Are you…okay?”
“I’m fine,” Quinn said, smiling. “Better than ever, actually.”
“I’m glad,” Rachel said, relief flooding her body. “I was extremely worried that…the incident…at the pool might have scared you off.”
“It definitely scared me,” Quinn admitted. “But it didn’t scare me off.”
“Still, I feel that I should apologize for – ”
“Not necessary,” Quinn said.
“It is, though. I just – ”
“Rachel,” Quinn said, leaning down to whisper in the brunette’s ear. “If you keep apologizing for kissing me, I’m going to start thinking that you regret it.”
Rachel stood still for a moment, trying to control the shiver that was shooting up her body from the feeling of Quinn’s breath on her neck.
“I definitely don’t regret it,” Rachel said, her voice cracking slightly. “The question is, do you?”
Quinn leaned back and smiled.
“You’ll have to figure that out for yourself.”
“S! I want this one, the cute pink bear, I want him!”
“The huge one that looks like it’s fifty pounds?” Santana asked, warily.
“Yes! The big fluffy one. He’s so fluffy!”
“You gotta knock all the bottles down to win that one,” the guy running the booth said. “You get three tries though.”
“Three tries for…twenty bottles? Has anyone ever won this thing?” Santana asked, as she took five dollars out of her wallet.
“Oh yeah, all the time,” the guy said, obviously lying.
Somehow, though, Santana managed to get all but one.
“Better luck next time, kid,” the guy said. “Unless you want to try again?”
“Britts, can you go get me some cotton candy?” Santana asked, taking a few dollars out of her wallet and handing them over to the blonde.
“Sure!” Brittany said, running off.
"Just give me the bear,” Santana said, turning back to the booth operator.
“Sorry, sweetheart, no can do. You have to win it.”
“Really? Or do I just have to go to your supervisor and tell him that you called me sweetheart and grabbed my ass.”
“I never grabbed your ass,” the guy said, his eyes wide.
“You want to take bets on who he’d believe…Todd?” Santana asked, reading the guy’s nametag.
“Seriously?” Todd asked. “Are you for real?”
“Just give me the fucking bear.”
“I’ve always found these games so difficult,” Rachel said as she watched a group of boys shooting rifles. None of their bullets even touched the target. “Which is actually a shame, as they tend to have the best prizes.”
“Like what?” Quinn asked.
“They have all the stuffed pigs,” Rachel said. “I love them.”
“They’re just really cute,” Rachel replied, shyly.
“They certainly are,” Quinn said as she walked up to the booth, laid down some money, and lifted the gun.
Rachel’s mouth went dry when Quinn hoisted the rifle onto her shoulder. When her first shot rang out, Rachel felt the sound shoot straight between her legs. She had never seen anything sexier. Before she knew it, another five shots rang out. All five of them went straight through the target’s head.
“How did you do that?!” Rachel asked, bouncing up and down when Quinn pointed to the stuffed pig on the wall.
“My father taught me how to shoot a gun,” Quinn said, handing the pig to Rachel. “One of the few useful gifts he ever gave me.”
Rachel smiled, then held the pig close and twirled around, kissing it on the nose over and over.
“You really are adorable,” the blonde said, laughing.
“I do my best,” Rachel said, smiling. “So, what do you want to do now?”
Quinn looked at Rachel, at the flushed tan skin, the tight muscles and the deep brown eyes staring back at her. “I’m not sure it’d be wise for me to answer that right now,” she whispered.
“What?” Rachel said, inching closer. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
“Nothing,” Quinn said, smiling and taking a deep breath as she started to walk away.
She didn’t get far, though, because small fingers encircled her wrist. Rachel pulled Quinn back until she was flush against her.
“What did you say?” Rachel whispered, looking up into Quinn’s eyes.
“I…don’t remember,” Quinn said, her eyes sweeping all over Rachel’s face. She’d thought that she might need time to come to grips with being gay before she actually attempted to act on it, but Rachel was making it impossible to even keep her hands to herself. Her mind was in overdrive with anticipation. How did she ever think she was straight? She had never reacted to Finn or Puck this way.
“Quinn,” Rachel said, her pupils totally dilated.
“Yeah?” the blonde responded, licking her lips.
“You’re driving me crazy,” Rachel said, leaning forward and whispering into Quinn’s ear before lightly tracing the blonde’s earlobe with her tongue. It was so slight that, if Quinn didn’t know better, she’d think she had imagined it. But she knew better. And it made her stomach drop to the floor.
Before Quinn could respond, though, Rachel had stepped back. “I’ve always wanted to try the haunted house ride but my fathers would never let me. Would you care to accompany me?”
It took Quinn a moment to process what had just happened. Her ear was still burning from where Rachel’s tongue had been. At this point, she would have agreed to anything. Especially to being in a little cart alone with Rachel in the dark when she was scared.
“Yes. Definitely yes.”
“Can I ask you a question?” Rachel asked while they waited on line.
“Of course,” Quinn said, placing a hand on the small of Rachel’s back to scoot her over when a kid zoomed past.
“Last night,” Rachel started, shuddering at the feel of Quinn’s hand.
“…Last night?” Quinn asked, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“The text you sent me at night,” Rachel said, looking up at Quinn. “What were you talking about?”
“Oh, that,” Quinn said, smirking as the realization dawned on her. “What did you think I was talking about?”
“Well, I have an idea, but I’m not sure. I hope I’m right.”
“Why don’t you tell me what your idea is, and I’ll tell you if it’s right,” Quinn said, brushing her shoulder against Rachel’s.
“Maybe I should let you use your imagination,” Rachel said, smiling.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I’ll say this. If it’s what I’m thinking of,” Rachel said, leaning up to whisper in Quinn’s ear. “Then I did the same thing.”
Quinn swallowed the lump in her throat as they climbed into their car for the ride.
When they were both buckled into the car with the safety bar securely fastened – neither of them were sure why it was necessary since this ride didn’t go more than two miles per hour – the door in front of them opened and they entered a dark room.
Quinn wasn’t even paying attention. All she wanted to do was touch Rachel. Somewhere. Anywhere. Without even thinking about it, she reached over and tucked a lock of hair behind Rachel’s ear, grazing the brunette’s cheekbone with her fingertips.
Instantly, Rachel’s eyes closed. She didn’t care about the ride. The ghosts, the people trying to startle her. Not anymore. Not when Quinn’s fingers were dancing over her cheek, and down her neck.
“Quinn,” Rachel whispered, her hips canting up slightly. “I can’t do this anymore.”
“Cant do what?” Quinn said, moving her fingers down to Rachel’s shoulder. She was addicted now. She couldn’t stop.
“I can’t keep playing game,” Rachel replied, turning to face Quinn. She barely even noticed the fake bodies strewn across the floor.
“What game?” Quinn whispered, transfixed as she dipped her fingers down to trace the neck of the brunette’s shirt.
“The one we’ve been playing for the past month,” Rachel said, taking Quinn’s hand from her neck and holding it in her own. Another second of Quinn touching her and she’d explode.
“I’m not playing anymore,” Quinn said, leaning forward slightly.
“Neither am I,” Rachel whispered.
Both girls looked up surprised.
“Um, the ride’s over. We need the car.”
“Right,” Rachel said, standing up on shaky legs. “Sorry.”
“Where did Rachel and Quinn go?” Brittany asked as they loaded up their car with all of the stuffed animals that Santana had won.
“Probably having sex by now,” Santana said.
“Oh. Do you think Quinn will be able to tell me why Rachel’s butt is an apple, then?”
“Probably,” Santana said, grinning at her girlfriend.
“I take it that Santana helped you work out some things?” Rachel asked as they walked toward the parking lot.
“You could say that,” Quinn said.
“Gay. Yes,” Quinn said.
“Okay with it? Completely.”
“And your mother?” Rachel asked.
“Practically threw a pride parade for me in the living room.”
“Well that’s wonderful,” Rachel said, grinning. So many of her worries for Quinn were already moot. “But you and Santana…”
“Santana and I what?” Quinn asked.
“You two didn’t…”
“Didn’t what? Oh! God, no!”
“Okay, good,” Rachel said, smiling.
“Good, hmm? Why is that good?” Quinn asked, bumping Rachel’s shoulder as they reached her car.
“Because I don’t share,” Rachel said simply.
“I didn’t know I was yours to share or not share,” Quinn said, smirking.
“You are,” Rachel said, turning to face Quinn. “If you want to be.”
“I don’t know,” the blonde said, grinning as she leaned against the car. “I usually like to try the goods before I buy them.”
“I see,” Rachel said, narrowing her eyes. “Well, then I guess I have no choice.”
Without another word, Rachel slowly pressed her body completely against Quinn’s, smiling when the blonde gasped.
“What are you doing?” Quinn asked, her voice thick.
“Giving you a taste,” Rachel whispered, leaning in and brushing her lips against Quinn’s. Slowly, she deepened the kiss, sucking the blonde’s bottom lip into her mouth and biting down gently.
Quinn gasped and pulled Rachel in closer by her belt loops, snaking her hands around to palm the brunette’s ass.
Rachel groaned into the kiss, slipping her tongue in and lightly licking the roof of Quinn’s mouth. After a moment, though, she pulled back.
“Well?” she asked. “Will you be buying the goods, then?”
“In bulk,” Quinn said, her eyes still closed.
“Good,” Rachel said, kissing Quinn lightly on the lips one more time. “Then follow me to my house in your car. My fathers are away for the weekend.”