A/N: This takes place in the first season. Quinn is not pregnant, she is dating Finn but she's still a virgin (an a closeted lesbian). Takes place right after she joins Glee Club and Rachel joins Celibacy Club. All the rest is AU

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I am Quinn Fabray and I am in control of my life. Or at least I thought I was until the troll, Rachel Berry, blew everything up. She had the audacity to come into my Celibacy Club and announce that girls wanted sex just as badly as boys do. That was three days ago and I haven't been the same since. Really, what was she thinking?! She's the least desirable girl in school and she talked about wanting sex as if anyone would want to sleep with her.

I'm the one with the boyfriend. Granted, it's Finn Hudson and the poor idiot has issues with…premature…arousal. We make out for a few minutes and he's already chanting 'mailman' as if it's the most amazing feeling in the world. I don't know how he can get turned on so easily, we just kiss. And he isn't even very good at it. I certainly don't crave sex the way he does.

As for Santana and Brittany, they're both sluts so they're bad examples for how much women want sex. But Rachel Berry? There was no way she could want sex as much as Finn apparently does. I couldn't help shuddering at the thought. And that was the thought that kept me up at night. Not Rachel Berry having sex, but me having sex. Or wanting to have sex. Because I don't. I founded Celibacy Club for a reason. At least then Finn would back off and quit trying to pressure me. But then Rachel Berry derailed everything with her big mouth. Now Finn wouldn't quit pestering me and it was grating on my last nerve.

I was in the bathroom reapplying my mascara when the door slammed open and a slushy-strained Berry walked through the door. I chuckled at the sight because really, with as much harassment as I'm getting from Finn because of her I'd say this punishment was minor in comparison.

My laughter caused her to pause in her footsteps and glance toward where I'm standing.

"Who's there?"

Of course she couldn't see through the red syrup plastered across her face. I rolled my eyes because it really was a pitiful sight. Then I put my make-up in my bag and zipped it up, completely content on ignoring Rachel until she decided to take off her hideous sweater right in front of me.

"Whoa, hey Berry. Can you please…not? I haven't even eaten lunch but I've already lost my appetite."

She huffed but continued with the motion of removing her sweater. I could see her struggling, as her arms dangled in the air above her head and her shirt tangled around her. I also had a perfect view of her torso and had to admit that she was hiding a rockin' body underneath all those animal print atrocities. I felt myself grow hotter but quickly shook off the feeling. Then I stepped forward and helped the poor girl out of her clothes. Her shirt. Just her shirt!

"Thank you, Quinn." She said softly as I stood in front of her.

Her eyes were still pinched shut but her chest was heaving heavily from the previous exertion. With her eyes closed, I allowed myself a moment to study her. My eyes wandered down to watch her chest rise and fall and I was almost hypnotized by the action. Her breasts were perky and I bet they would fit perfectly in my hands and…

I snapped my eyes shut and growled. "Don't mention it."

I watched as she went to open her mouth to respond before I cut her off. "Really, Treasure Trail, if you mention this to anyone…I will fillet you alive."

She shuddered and it wasn't just because she was cold. However, she was quite cold if her hardened nipples were any indication. I bit my lip nearly hard enough to draw blood.

"Regardless, thank you Quinn."

My eyes snapped to her face. Her eyes were still clenched tightly. "You should wash your hair before it stains."

She nodded and reached forward, nearly groping me, trying to find the sink. When I moved out of her way, I pushed her toward the sink and smirked at her surprised yelp. She turned on the water and waited for it to heat up. She probably thought I already left, and I should have. But then she bent down to place her head under the faucet and I got a perfect view of her ass.

I couldn't help thinking that her skirts were ridiculously short before but today it seemed even shorter because it didn't cover a thing. She was wearing pink panties and before I could think about what it meant that I was biting my lip to hold back a moan, I fled the bathroom.

I shook my head trying to clear my mind but it was harder to do than I would have thought. I couldn't concentrate in class, so I told the teacher I needed to use the hall pass and that's when I found myself locked in the handicapped stall drawing a naked picture of a girl who looked a lot like Rachel Berry.

Of course, when I saw her this morning she was clothed in most of the important areas, but it still left very little to the imagination. I smiled in pride because I was fairly certain I got it right, for the most part. The nagging in the back of my mind that told me that I was wrong for doing it wasn't as loud as it probably should have been. And it did make me feel a bit better. Although, it made it hard for me to face her in Glee after what I'd done.

The next day in school, I actually found myself standing by her locker after last period. I doubted she noticed me because she was digging in her locker for her books and when she bent down, I quickly stood behind her. Someone had to help this girl maintain some sort of modesty; the whole school didn't deserve a free Rachel Berry show.

"If you're going to shove me in my locker, could you please avoid damaging my nose?"

I frowned. I was awful to her but I would never physically assault her. Name calling is where I drew the line. That and apparently drawing pornographic pictures of her in the bathroom stalls. And stalking her Myspace page just so I could leave her rude comments. But I'd never resort to violence against her. She just…infuriates me. Her and her damn talent.

She slowly stood up when she realized that I wasn't going to shove her inside her locker. She took a deep breath and turned to face me. Her eyes widened when she saw it was me.

"Oh, Quinn! I thought you were someone else."

I nodded absent-mindedly.

"Did you come about the Glee assignment? I know you haven't had a solo yet but I could give you voice lessons if you're interested. You have a beautiful voice, Quinn. Occasionally sharp, but that's because you lack my years of training."

"Do you ever shut up?" It was supposed to be a simple question, but I came out harsher than I intended. I winced when she flinched and took a step further away from me.

As we stood toe to toe, I studied her. She seemed to shrivel under my gaze. Normally, I'd take pride in that but Rachel Berry exudes confidence in a way that is as annoying as it is admirable so I didn't actually like seeing her this way.

"Sorry."

Her eyes widened because Quinn Fabray does not apologize. Ever.

"Well, if you're not here to take up my generous offer, how may I be of service?"

I should have listened to her but instead I found myself watching her lips move. She spoke so often that most people just drown her out but I didn't think anyone's ever noticed the way her tongue curls to formulate certain words. And how when she's nervous, she chews on her bottom lip or that her lips look really, really soft.

Damn Rachel Berry. Ever since her little speech in my club, all I seem to think about is sex and it's driving me crazy. It's simple psychology, she spoke something out loud and brought attention to it and now that's all anyone can think about. Me, Finn and probably all the others in Celibacy Club. It has to be that. It's not her, per se; it's just the idea of sex in general. Except I know that's not true because I couldn't stand to touch my boyfriend so I knew for a fact that I didn't want to actually have sex any time soon.

"As pleasant as it is that you're not insulting me and I notice that you don't have a slushy in hand either, but I really have to get going. I have a very busy night ahead of me, what with voice lessons and homework…"

She trailed off when she must have noticed that I wasn't paying attention to her. It wasn't that I was actively ignoring her; I just had better things on my mind. Like her mouth and the way it moved and…

"Quinn?"

I jumped when I felt her soft hand on my forehead. She was looking at me with concern and I found it charming that it was directed at me for once.

"Are you okay? You look flushed."

Her hands felt like they were everywhere and nowhere at all. As she dropped her hand and trailed it from my shoulder to my wrist I shivered because she left goosebumps in her wake.

"We should get you to the nurse's station, Quinn. You could be coming down with something."

When I felt her hand grasp mine, I shook my mind clear of all thought and shoved her away from me. Hard enough that her back bounced off the lockers. There goes my whole 'no violence' mantra.

Even though my "Don't touch me, freak" held no bite because it was barely whispered in the space between us, the implication was clear. She nodded in resignation, shut her locker and walked away without a word.

I wanted to stop her because she had been kind and it was my fault that I over-reacted. But then I remembered the reason for my over-reaction and it really was her fault. So I didn't apologize even though the words rested on my lips waiting for release. Instead, I did what any other logical person would do in a situation like this…I followed her.

I parked down the street as she went to her house and waited as she changed into a new outfit. A far less hideous one as I wondered why she didn't dress like that at school? She wouldn't be the social pariah that she was if she wore dresses like that instead of knee highs and bulky sweaters.

Then I followed her to what I had wrongly presumed were her voice lessons. Instead, as I stood in the empty hallway inside a building I never saw before, I was completely shocked about where Rachel Berry just led me.

I glanced at the sign in the doorway for what had to have been the hundredth time. "Welcome to Sex Addicts Anonymous."

This couldn't be right? But the words I heard in the room absolutely indicated that the sign was correct. I let myself fall to the floor, against the wall just outside of the room. It was dark and no one could see me. Then I heard words that rocked me to my core. And by core, I definitely meant in my core.

"My name is Rachel Berry and I think I'm a sex addict."

My mouth went dry and I'm pretty sure that all fluids pooled some place that I was definitely unfamiliar with becoming wet. I pulled my knees to my chest and rested my chin on them. My heart pounded rapidly as she continued to speak.

"I think there might be something wrong with me because the other girls at school were horrified when I said that girls wanted sex as badly as boys do. So if it's not true…then it's just me…and I don't want all these…feelings….these urges."

I inhaled a shaky breath at her confession. But when I heard the next words fall from her luscious lips, I nearly had a panic attack.

"I…I tried….masturbation but it only works so much, you know….anyway…there are girls at school that people consider sluts….and I already have an…unpleasant…reputation, so I don't want to explore that…path."

She hadn't finished talking but I sure as Hell heard enough. I ran down the hallway and was out of the building before I took another breath. And when I did take a breath, I found that I had a hard time controlling it. I felt like I could hyperventilate at any moment. When I gathered my composure or what was left of it, I drove home with trembling hands wrapped around the steering wheel.

I couldn't sleep that night because stupid images of Rachel Berry, sex addict, plagued my mind. The next day in school, I missed the entire first period because I found myself in the bathroom drawing more naked pictures of Rachel. My mind conjured up a great image of her masturbating and once again, when I finished my masterpiece I believed that I did the girl justice.

I avoided Rachel for two days before I got the courage to approach her after Glee Club one afternoon. She gathered her belongings so I stalled in gathering my own things until it was just the two of us left in the room.

She regarded me warily as I stood in front of her, effectively blocking her exit. She sighed.

"Look, Quinn. I know everyone expects us to hate each other because you have gone out of your way to show your dislike for me. But I don't hate you. And I think Glee Club could benefit if you and I at least tried to be civil with each other."

I rolled my eyes at her. "Drop the act. I know Glee Club isn't your whole life. Just like I know you haven't been going to voice lessons this week."

Okay, maybe I avoided her in school but I may have followed her to her special meetings each night. It wasn't like I went inside and got off by listening to her or anything. I stayed in the car. I just wanted to know how often she got those…urges. And the fact that she was at those meetings every day this week pretty much answered that question.

When her face went white, I smirked. I knew I had her attention now.

"Quinn?" Her voice was shaking and her hands trembled.

I took a step closer to her and she intuitively backed away one step, maintaining our respectable distance. I tried the dance again. It was satisfying to know I could anticipate her behavior, but it was irritating that she continued to be scared of me.

"I won't hurt you." I said simply and frowned when I realized that the words did nothing to lessen her fear. I huffed with a breath of annoyance and growled once again when she flinched.

"Forgive me, Quinn. But past experience proves that statement to be unfounded."

I winced at the truthfulness in her words. I slowly took one step closer and smiled inwardly when she stood her ground.

"You said that you didn't hate me." I pointed out.

She nodded even though I didn't ask a question.

I took another step and reached toward her. I pulled my hand back when I saw her shut her eyes instinctually. I retreated to my previous position, though I was unfortunately further from her now.

I watched her as one eye popped open then the other one. She studied me carefully and I allowed her to do so. "Is this blackmail, Quinn? You want my solos for your silence? Or do you want me to stop talking to Finn…or…"

"Yes! Stop talking to Finn." The words left my mouth without my permission. That wasn't why I was here but if she would stay away from my boyfriend, that'd be lovely.

She nodded resolutely. "I will. You don't have to worry about that." She chewed her bottom lip as my eyes followed the action. "So you won't tell anyone…what you know…about me?"

She was vulnerable and her hands twisted together in a nervous habit that I found endearing.

"I have a proposition for you, actually." Her brows furrowed but I knew I had her attention. "As founding member of Christ Crusaders, I know that masturbation is wrong."

She flinched at by boldness.

"Well, I mean…it is a sin. But…you see, it's also not good for you. I read that you could go blind if…" I stuttered.

"I think that's just for guys, Quinn." She interrupted but that didn't deter me.

"Anyway. I have a solution for you. When you get those…delinquent…urges…then just call me." I stepped toward her again and she stood stock still. "I will…allow you to do those things to me. Things that you shouldn't be doing to yourself. Think of it as…saving your soul, Rachel. I'm doing my Christian duty by offering to…assist you in overcoming something that you are struggling with."

She stared at me with wide eyes. "Doesn't this…" She pointed between the two of us. "Sex before marriage is also a sin, right?"

I shook my head. "It isn't sex if it's two girls. Santana always says that it's different plumbing so it doesn't count."

She looked like she was considering her options which I knew would happen because I can be very persuasive. I am head cheerleader for a reason.

"Aren't you worried about the whole…girl/girl thing?" She frowned.

She was the one with the gay dads; you'd think she'd be okay with this. "Like I said, it wouldn't be sex. Besides, I won't be touching you so that doesn't make me gay or anything."

We stood watching each other for a few long minutes before she closed her eyes slowly. When she opened them, I saw that they were filled with a fury I didn't understand. She took a few swift steps toward me and we were practically nose to nose.

As she spoke (yelled at me) her breath caressed my face and I couldn't help the heat that swept across my body. But the way she looked at me, I knew I had to focus so I listened to the words that came out of her beautiful mouth.

"You think my…problem…is funny, Quinn?! Another thing about me that makes me a freak that you can laugh about with your friends? Haven't you ruined my life enough? Haven't you hurt me enough?" The last sentence was said with such dejection that I had to close my eyes because I really was ashamed of myself.

She pushed passed me and strode to the door. I watched her walk out with my mouth wide open. How did that not go the way I wanted it to? I thought I made a strong argument. I bit my lip in concentration. Okay, first I had to prove to her that I could change. Show her that I didn't hate her; that I never did. Then I would offer my services to her. It was the Christian thing to do.

When I approached her locker the next morning, I had a piece offering in the form of her favorite type of coffee. Because while I followed her over the past week, I learned a few extra things about her. Like how she always bought coffee for the person behind her in line as some Rachel Berry form of paying it forward (which I found sweet). Or how she offered to walk her neighbors' dogs because they are busy and she needed the exercise (which was completey untrue). I also learned that her room was soundproof (only by accident, because I overheard her tell Kurt). That fact may or may not have helped fuel my motivation to get Rachel to agree to this mutually beneficial arrangement. I refused to acknowledge the fact that I started to see this suggestion less and less like a charity case and more and more like something that I'd never admit looking forward to.

She eyed me warily. "Slushy facials aren't enough, now it's scolding hot beverages as well."

I rolled my eyes. "Have I ever personally thrown a slushy at you, Rachel?"

Her eyes widened. "You called me Rachel."

I quirked my eyebrow. "That is your name."

"I wasn't aware you knew that." She spat out.

I extended the coffee toward her. "I'm sorry about yesterday." Then I sighed and dropped my shoulders when she hesitantly took the cup from my outstretched hand. "And about everything before that as well."

She took the cover off and sniffed at the liquid. "There isn't anything in here is there? Poison or such?"

I chuckled. "Currently the only thing I'd be tempted to put in your drink are roofies."

Her mouth dropped open in horror. "That's not even something to joke about, Quinn."

"I know." I really couldn't get anywhere with this girl. And I wouldn't allow myself to wonder why I tried so damn hard.

She placed the cover back on the cup and took a small sip. Her entire face lit up when she realized what it was. "This is my favorite. How'd you know?"

I smirked. "I'm full of surprises, Rachel Berry."

We fell in an awkward silence that I was surprised didn't feel awkward at all. Finally she broke out of her trance and resumed retrieving her books from her locker. She struggled because she had one had full holding the coffee, so I grabbed her books from her with a pleasant smile.

"Thank you, Quinn."

"Have you given any more consideration to my proposal?" I asked as she shut her locker.

She faltered in her movements. "Quinn? May I ask you a question?"

This didn't sound like it'd be enjoyable on my part. But I grunted my acknowledgement anyway.

"I don't know how you found out. And in all honestly, I'm waiting for you to leak the story to Jacob..."

I cringed because that boy is already obsessed with Rachel, I'd have to be Satan himself to subject her to that kind of torture. "How vile do you really think I am, Rachel?"

She stared at me wide-eyed as if she just now realized that I'd be offended by her assumption.

"Tell me something, Berry." She frowned when I reverted back to her last name. "Am I not your type? Because honestly, I didn't think sex addicts had a type."

She looked around the empty hallway frantically before clamping her hand over my mouth. "Will you please be quiet about that?!"

I raised my eyebrow before I darted my tongue out of my mouth and licked her palm. Her hand released its hold on me so quickly that I had to chuckle.

"Did you just lick me?"

I smirked at her as she shifted uncomfortably in front of me. Then her eyes met mine. "It's not that you're not my type. Look at you, you're everybody's type."

I was extremely flattered by her statement. The truth was, I didn't care in that moment if I was everybody's type so long as I was hers.

"Really?" I prompted flirtatiously.

"Quinn." She drawled out breathlessly. "You're the prettiest girl I ever met." She dropped her gaze from mine and then stepped closer to me. When her eyes met mine again, I was breathless. "I think you know that…but what you may not know is that you are so much more than that."

I almost wanted to whine 'then why won't you have sex with me?!' until I remembered that it wouldn't be sex. Because if it was…then that would mean that I'm gay. Which I'm not. There's nothing wrong with that lifestyle if you ask me. Kurt is a very nice boy. But my parents would burn me like a witch if they found out. Not that they could. Because, I'm not gay.

I held her gaze. "I just want you to know that I'm here, if you ever need…anything."

I let my last word linger in the small space between us as I took a step away. Then I faced her again. "Have a nice day, Rachel."

I waited for her to call that night. I knew she had my number because when I joined Glee we all had to exchange numbers. When she didn't call or text me, I almost dialed her number. I ignored the irony that I was the one who was impatient when it was she who was the sex addict.

Finally, I gave in to my better judgment and decided to send her a text. More appropriately, I intended to sext her. I laid on my bed, in my sleep clothes, and took a picture of myself sprawled out just for her. Sure, it wasn't anything racy or explicit. But it would have sent Finn to the bathroom to relieve himself.

I fell asleep not having received a response. And when I woke up, I was absolutely livid. I approached Rachel at her locker and slapped my fist into the locker near hers. No one turns down Quinn Fabray, especially not Rachel freaking Berry.

"What kind of sex addict are you?! I sent you a picture and you…nothing?!" So maybe I shrieked.

She couldn't meet my eyes and I watched her face redden. Oh, she definitely got my photo and by the looks of it, she enjoyed it. So I was absolutely confused about why she didn't come over last night.

She leaned in to whisper (huskily) in my ear. "I don't know where you live, Quinn." She toyed with her books. "I've never been invited to your house before."

I stared at her as realization dawned on me. That was a detail I should have shared with her. But if she didn't come over last night…

"So did you…?"

She bit her lip and nodded bashfully. "Sorry."

My mouth dangled on its hinges. Last night, Rachel Berry masturbated to a picture of me. I felt something within me churn at that bit of knowledge. So I flirted again, even though I knew it was a dangerous game.

"So…you liked it.?"

She swallowed thickly and I smirked darkly. "Do you want me to send another one?"

She didn't reply as I watched her eyes glaze over. I pulled out my phone and sent her my address. I didn't want a repeat performance of last night. Okay, I did. Sort of. But I wanted to be the recipient of her urges. I mean, I'm trying to help her out here. I wouldn't want her to go blind or worse, go to Hell.

"You have my address now. So…" I let my lips graze her ear and when she shivered, I did as well. I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I'll send you another picture tonight and then…you can come over if you need to."

She turned to face me and our lips nearly brushed together so I had to step back before I did something insanely stupid.

"My dads work late tonight, if you just wanna come over after school?"

I raised my eyebrow and dropped my voice to a sultry whimper. "Did you just suggest that you want me to cum after school?"

I received the proper gasp as she slammed her eyes shut and clenched her legs together. Then she promptly excused herself. The halls were still empty so I yelled after her. "Don't you dare touch yourself Rachel Berry, that's what I'm here for…remember."

She stuttered in her steps and shook off the chills my sentence just gave her. When she was out of sight I was able to focus on my own body and I realized that I had just destroyed a perfectly good pair of panties. Huh, maybe Rachel Berry was on to something because for the first time ever, I was eagerly anticipating all things sexual. I actually gulped when I started to imagine what Rachel had in store for me this afternoon. Too bad masturbation was a sin because I could really use some release right now.

A/N: I apologize if this has been done before but I don't remember reading anything similar so I had to write it because it won't leave my mind :) It won't be a very long story several chapters is all. Hope you like it so far!