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Chapter Thirty-three:

I Just Can't Get Enough.

They both made a noise that was less about pleasure when Quinn's phone let out two sharp beeps.

"I'm ignoring that."

Rachel wasn't any happier about the interruption, but she pushed up again. "You can't, what if it's important?"

"Wow, I'm surprised you think anything is more important than you."

"Nobody likes a mean sexually-frustrated person, Quinn."

"How would you know? You're a virgin." Quinn groped awkwardly around with one hand to find her bag.

"Exactly! Nobody is more sexually frustrated than me!"

"Um, I'm thinking you shouldn't be laying on top of me anymore."

"Don't you dare move!"

Chuckling, Quinn shifted over enough so that she could actually see the floor, if she even could because it was really dark down there. All Rachel could see was that Quinn's most erogenous area – the only one she was allowed near any way – was suddenly inches from her lips.

"Ohhh . . . Rachel! Nooo whoa . . . ohhh God, no, I told you no ears!"

She chuckled directly into it, giving it one final lick and felt Quinn shudder against her thigh. "Sorry. Find your phone."

"I don't know why I'm friends with you," Quinn grumbled as she did just that.

"Because none of your actual friends are willing to eff your ear?"

It had been a joke and so she was surprised to get such a serious look back. "You are my actual friend."

"I know," but the words came out softly, because did she?

Quinn had her cell phone now and held it up above her face. "Wanna make a wager on who this is?"

"Finn or Puck or Santana or Brittany."

"Yeah, pick one."

"What's the wager for? I mean what do I get if I pick right?"

"I don't know." Quinn shrugged. "What do you want?"

Pulse racing, Rachel took a risk. "My hand . . . in your pants."

"Raaachel," Quinn scolded as her eyes slipped closed.

"I felt that."

"Occasionally my hips act independently of me, it doesn't mean anything."

"So, do you agree to my terms?"

Shallow breathing was her only response and Rachel couldn't help pressing down against her thigh and Quinn gasped.

"So . . . what do you want if I'm wrong?"

Quinn teased her with a flirty look, but, "You have to tell me why you've been meeting with Finn in the Alcove."

"But that would be breaking his trust!"

"Considering your stake, I'd say it was a pretty reasonable match." Was it? In the heat of the moment she was willing to agree. "So, pick one."

Rachel thought about those most likely to be texting Quinn.

"We're running out of time here, Gnome."

Perhaps, but there was a lot riding on this now! Weighing the odds one final time she nodded and said, " It's Finn."

He was her boyfriend so surely by the laws of probability he must text her more than anyone else.

Quinn held the phone up and laughed in delight. Rachel's heart was already sinking before the phone was turned for her to see. "It was Santana!"

"What makes you think that's a good thing. She probably saw us get in here together and plans to blackmail us!"

"No, she's babysitting with Britt this afternoon." She pulled up the message. "Oh, nice."

Rachel was almost scared to ask. "What does it say?"

"That she knows for a fact that you were giving Finn a blo . . . um, oral sex in the Alcove this morning. And that she expects my presence at Breadstix tomorrow afternoon, which means we can't hang out after school."

"Oh, um, I really don't know which problem to tackle first." Quinn rolled her eyes. "I didn't give Finn oral sex, Quinn!"

"Okay."

"I really didn't! I wouldn't even know how to!"

"I believe you, Rachel! Do you really think I'd be here if I didn't?"

"Good point."

Silence overtook them and it felt weird to be lying limply over Quinn, so she moved to the side. Quinn mumbled a mild protest but once Rachel's back was pressed to the back of the seat, she pushed an arm under her neck to keep her close. Rachel's arm curled over Quinn's middle and she watched the rain trickling down the side window in front of them. It was soothing but she knew what was coming.

Quinn at least gave her a minute or two to enjoy the silence; or suffer through it depending on which side of her brain you asked.

"So, you lost."

"Are you really asking me to betray your boyfriend's confidence?"

"Are you kidding?" Quinn chuckled, "I've been wanting to do that since yesterday."

Rachel sighed, "Kiss me first?"

"It's that bad?"

"No, I just want you to kiss me."

Quinn gave her a peck. "Now spill."

"Finn wanted a copy of my pregnancy project. You know, the same one I gave you? He's . . . he feels like he can't do anything right, right now, and he wants to do better, to get it right, to please you."

Quinn made a sound that was part laughter, part choking seal. "I find that hard to believe."

"You shouldn't. He was really serious about it."

Quinn laughed again, not happily. "Why would you . . .? I mean, given that we're . . . why?"

She shrugged, "I lost the bet."

"No, I mean, why would you help him in the first place?"

"Because he's my friend, Quinn."

"But . . . surely you know that . . . that making him better at that . . . that stuff, reduces the chances of . . . us."

Rachel shrugged helplessly. "He's my friend."

Another minute passed. "I wish you'd just given him a blow-job."

Rachel couldn't help it, she laughed so hard she had to bury her face in Quinn's neck. "I-I'll try and remember that."

Quinn was chuckling too, "That wasn't permission or anything."

"I know. For the record I have no interest whatsoever in performing oral sex on Finn."

"Good to know."

"You, on the other hand. . ."

She felt Quinn stiffen before her face reacted, and when it did it was both painful and rewarding to see. "Rachel . . . I don't . . . you can't . . . I mean . . .God!""

Rachel smirked, "So was that a yes?"

"A yes to what?" Quinn rushed out, sounding scandalized.

"Me kissing you in inappropriate places? It would still be just kissing."

Quinn made a sound that could only be classed as "Unnnngh!" before turning her face away from her. "Friends, Rachel!"

She pulled long blonde hair away so that it no longer obscured that gorgeous neck and placed a few kisses against it, before innocently asking, "Friends can't kiss down there?"

Okay, so it didn't sound that innocent out loud.

"You really are the devil!" Quinn twisted enough to kiss her again, but Rachel knew that she was getting too enthusiastic too quickly. As soon as her hand swept up and over Quinn's ribs the blonde pulled back. "No! Friends don't do second base!"

"Are you really still hung up on the 'friends' thing?" she blurted, because come on!

They were . . . they were only two inches away from rubbing up against each other again. And the last time they had done that had been the best few minutes of Rachel's life!

Quinn glared at her, and Oh Barbra, even though it was filled with annoyance, Rachel's body hummed.

"Kiss me," she demanded, and Quinn didn't need asking twice.

They were side by side now which meant Quinn could only fit if she draped one knee over Rachel and pushed the other between her legs. Rachel wasn't complaining.

"This is . . . we have to . . ." Quinn mumbled.

Rachel nodded as she ran a hand down to Quinn's hip and squeezed lightly. "But you like this, right?"

"Of course, I do," was rushed out on one quick breath.

"Then why stop?" Rachel pressed her lips back to Quinn's.

Her hand squeezed Quinn's hip and the other girl wriggled against her, and when Quinn whimpered into her mouth, it was the biggest turn on ever. Quinn's thigh pressed harder against her as she wrapped her leg tighter around Rachel's, trapping it there beneath her bunched-up dress as they began to rock against each other. She felt light-headed and scorching and that feeling – the one she hadn't been able to emulate herself yet – was right there, waiting, quickly becoming more obvious.

"I'm not even wearing pants anyway," Quinn said randomly, and Rachel just nodded and kissed her again.

Wait, that hadn't been random! She could do nothing but breathe heavily as fresh images laid waste to her higher brain functions.

"What? What's wrong?" Quinn might have sounded concerned if her voice wasn't so low and breathy and sexy and completely distracted by the way she was pressing down hard against Rachel's thigh.

"Nothing," she swallowed, "it's just, putting my hand up your skirt sounds even hotter than in your pants."

Quinn groaned out, "Yeahhh," and pushed her face into Rachel's neck.

Rachel heard a distinct inhale over her own irregular breathing and then felt Quinn's lips, kissing and then sucking with increasing enthusiasm (and she'd started with a lot of enthusiasm to begin with!). It felt great, but it left Rachel with two lips with nothing to do except fall open as Quinn hit a particularly sensitive spot and the moisture in her underwear doubled instantly.

That seemed to be the point of no return because, well, she was really only thinking with one part of her body now and it was the part attached to Quinn's thigh.

"Can I?" she begged in a rough whisper. "C-Can I put my hand up your skirt, Quinn?"

Quinn almost took a chunk out of her neck as she jerked hard against her. Muttering, "Sorry," she pulled back, looking impossibly turned on and scared to death. "I don't . . . I, uh, don't . . . I don't even kn-know what you'd, um, do up there."

She really didn't mean to and it had more to do with how high her nerves were running than what Quinn had said, but Rachel burst out laughing again; her body shaking against Quinn's with the strength of it.

Quinn's trembling pout as she whined, "Don't laugh at me!" only made her laugh harder!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she struggled out, eyes closed tight. "I'm laughing out of affection, I promise!"

"Sounds like it!" Quinn swatted her arm but there was a little bit of a chuckle in her voice too. "God, I'm such a lesbian-fail!"

That, of all things, was what sobered Rachel up enough to open her eyes again, only the occasional giggle still surfacing as she smiled tenderly. "You're not; you're going to be a fantastic lesbian," she said, using the last word cautiously.

Quinn smiled and averted her eyes to the way they were wrapped around one another. "So, as my lesbian-sex jedi master" she frowned lightly, "who is both a virgin and not a lesbian, um, would you care to enlighten me? What did you have in mind for, uh, up . . . you know?"

It had abated during her fit of laughter but now Rachel's arousal returned ten-fold, until . . .

"Um," she giggled some more. "I hadn't actually thought that far ahead. I admit I was thinking more about getting my hand where I wanted it than what I would do when I got it there. I'm as clueless as you."

"So, you were just teasing me?" Quinn said, with a mock-glare.

"No! I'd have . . . have just taken it slow, I guess. And learned on the job, so to speak."

"Like how?" Quinn's voice was lower, deeper again and there was steady eye-contact between them once more and the look in her eyes . . .

"Well," Rachel had to clear her throat to continue. "I'd have started by sliding my hand up your leg very slowly because I'm kind of nervous about doing this."

It was honestly only as she felt Quinn's leg lift up slightly from her thigh that she realized her actions were following her words, and that Quinn was letting it happen. And, yes, she gulped, hard!

"And then I guess I'd, um, touch you."

"Over the panties!" Quinn blurted and then bit her lip and closed her eyes, embarrassed.

Rachel was still barely halfway up her thigh and lightly tickled the skin there with her fingertips as she chuckled softly, "Breakfast Club fan?"

"Yes, actually."

"Was that your favorite scene?" she teased.

Quinn's eyes opened, somehow managing to be both darker and brighter than ever before. "Yes, actually."

"Mine too." She trailed her fingers a little higher.

"It used to make me squirm with embarrassment, so I was never really sure why I watched it over and over," Quinn murmured and gave her a soft, slow kiss, before admitting, "It was only recently that I realized that wasn't actually embarrassment I was feeling."

"What was it?" her voice wavered a, well a lot because she was very aware her fingers were getting there, and Quinn's thigh seemed to be getting warmer with each progressive inch.

"This." Quinn's breathing was shallow now. "Although not as much as this. Nothing has ever been as much as this."

"Quinn, have you ever been felt up?" Any second now Rachel was going to feel cotton brush her knuckles and it was all she could do to not start hyperventilating first. "Over the panties, no bra, blouse unbuttoned?"

"That's not how it goes."

"Answer the question, Quinn!"

"I love you."

Rachel's fingers stilled less than an inch from their goal but before either of them could truly register what had just fallen from Quinn's lips her cell-phone rang right between them. Quinn had never let go of it and despite how tightly her hand was clutched around the casing it still let out a shrill enough ring to startle the fudge out of them both. The surprise knocked their heads together.

"Ow! Fuck off, Santana!" Quinn shouted automatically before even looking at her phone. "Shit, shit, shit!"

"Quinn," she started reproachfully, but that was as far as she got before Quinn's free hand slapped over her mouth and she could only watch wide-eyed as Quinn answered the call.

"Hi, Daddy." She glanced at her watch. "Yes, the tutoring session finished about five minutes ago. . . . I was just getting into my car. . . . Oh, you were?"

Rachel had seen Quinn panicked before, more times than she could remember, but this was different. She withdrew her hand the second it was slapped at and didn't protest, or utter a sound, when Quinn scrambled her way up to sit on the edge of the back seat.

"No, Daddy, I understand. . . . Twenty minutes, no later. . . I promise I'll drive safely. . . Okay, see you soon."

Quinn cancelled the call and slipped her phone back into her bag.

Rachel sat up behind her. "Are you . . . did I make you late? I guess we lost track of time."

"No, I still had over five minutes before I had to leave," Quinn said; her voice was a scarily low monotone now. "Although, yes, I probably would have been late if he hadn't called."

"Then what's wrong, why did he call?"

"He came in earlier to see Principal Figgins." She made to get out of the car and Rachel put a hand on her elbow to stop her. She wanted more of an explanation. "I need a minute." Quinn pushed her hand off. "Please stay in here, in case anyone's around."

It hurt, but Rachel stayed silent as Quinn slipped out of the car and closed the door quietly behind her. She leaned against the door, burying her face in her hands for a second or two before tilting her head back and staring up at the sky.

Rachel didn't know what to do for the best. A look at her own watch showed that her Dad would be turning up any second now to collect her and across the parking lot the cars belonging to the kids in the tutoring lesson were starting their engines and turning on their headlights, meaning she couldn't get out of the car for a while. All of that paled into nothing when one set of headlights highlighted the tears on Quinn's face.

She rolled down the window a little bit.

"If I'm interrupting a conversation," she started cautiously, aware that she had insulted Quinn in this capacity more than once without meaning too. "I can do my window back up, but I just need to know you're okay."

Quinn chuckled brokenly. "You're not. I was just thinking."

"About?"

Enough time passed without an answer for Rachel to note that the rain had at least stopped, although Quinn leaning against a wet car probably wasn't good for her. She absently doodled a star in the condensation on the inside of the window until another set of lights made her shrink back again.

Quinn waited until the car had pulled out of the lot. "I have the Chastity Ball with my Dad two weeks on Friday. It's a really big deal . . . for him anyway. I mean, it was for me too, but so much has happened recently tha-that I guess I'll count it a good night if I can just avoid bursting into flames when I make my pledge."

Quinn glared at her when she chuckled. "Sorry."

"I'm supposed to be chaste, Rachel! That's the whole point of it. I'm supposed to be chaste and . . . and pure and innocent and, above all, not having sex!"

"You are all of those things. And, we didn't," she added quietly because she wasn't sure if this meltdown was about her or not. And she had a feeling that if it was, it wasn't about what they'd been doing so much as what Quinn had said.

"I'm pregnant, Rachel!"

She wanted to say: That's not my fault! But maybe she should just take that to mean this wasn't about her, which was good for once. This was friend territory, just as alien but easier to navigate.

"Yeah, but . . ." Okay, no matter how much she wanted to make Quinn feel better, there really was no arguing with the facts. "You're still more chaste than most people in the Celibacy Club and you're definitely pure still, Quinn. You slept with your long-term boyfriend once and got pregnant; that doesn't make you impure, it just makes you unlucky."

"Do you know what pure means?"

"Yes! It means untainted and wholesome and I don't believe for a second that making love with Finn would detract from either of those virtues at all. It's not like you were sleeping around and got knocked up!"

Quinn buried her face in her hands and after a few seconds of her shoulders shaking Rachel determined that she was crying again.

"Quinn, you're not a bad person. You have to stop beating yourself up over this."

"Berry, I was two seconds from letting you touchme down there! We're not even dating! If that doesn't make me a slut, what does?"

Okay, so this was about her and those words hurt more than any other words Quinn had ever said to her, but Rachel couldn't even articulate why. Because they weren't dating and they shouldn't have been doing what they were doing, but still.

"My vow was important to me, Rachel. I believed in it. I wanted to wait. Maybe not until marriage, exactly, but until I met the right boy—" She squeezed her eyes closed "—or the right person that I knew I was in love with. Someone I could at least imagine spending the rest of my life with. But now apparently I'm just giving it up to anyone."

"Thanks," she muttered sullenly. "I'm so sorry I allowed you to force me into the back of your car and made you make me kiss you."

"No! I . . ." Quinn turned to the window and then turned back just as quickly as another car engine started up. She ran a frustrated hand through her hair and began again. "You don't get it. I'm not ready for it with anyone. I've only just started to be okay with this, with having these feelings that for as long as I can remember I've refused to acknowledge. You made me acknowledge them and you make me feel things and want to do things that I know aren't right."

"Quinn . . ."

"No, I don't mean because we're both girls, and I don't mean because I'm Quinn and you're Rachel, I mean . . . I mean, because we're sixteen and neither of us have the first clue of what we're doing and it's only been a month and that is not long enough for us to be this serious. I don't care if you and every other girl in this school wants to have sex; I can't!"

"It was just third base, Quinn."

"Maybe to you."