I have no excuse to give for a 3 year delay. It's impossible to have any excuse to that. I lost interest, that's all. I started watching Vampire Diaries, got more interested in it, and meanwhile I don't even care that much about Vampire Diaries any more... now everything is about Game of Thrones. And before that I had other obsessions. My life the past 3 years has been pretty much all about Tumblr RPs, so that kept me from writing fanfiction as well. But people often come full circle and meanwhile, I went back to extensive writing over RP-ing and I still remembered this fanfiction very vividly and the story I had created and I felt like coming back to it.

This chapter is the end of week 1 in the story. The story will probably finish in week 4, so there's still quite a lot to happen. I won't make promises, but I am confident I will continue writing it and I hope my readers come back to my story as well. 3 years later, I'm obviously quite a different writer, but I'd say I only changed for better.

I hope you enjoy it.

The rest of the week ran smoothly. Like Rachel had promised Finn on Monday, every free hour she had during the week was spent with Quinn, at least until her parents forced her to go home. Quickly, the girls had recklessly explored every make out spot they could think of: the auditorium (behind the stage, right in the middle of the stage, sitting in the aisles, over the stage…); plenty of empty classrooms; every single toilet in school; the locker rooms; under the benches (where they almost got caught by Brittany); the cheerleader's bus (Quinn stole the keys, just to satisfy Rachel's weird kink); both their cars; their rooms and living rooms (one of the times while Rachel's fathers were preparing dinner in the kitchen); Quinn's kitchen (they broke a glass and Quinn ended up cutting her foot); Quinn's father old study; and even in Finn's car once, when Rachel went to grab a jacket she had left on his car after he insisted on driving her to school and Quinn followed her.

Rachel was happily living in her small bubble where nothing she was doing was wrong. She liked being with Quinn too much, she was as addictive as she imagined drugs would be. Every touch, every kiss, seemed to set her on fire and continue to radiate even hours after they separated. When she went to sleep at night, it was like she could still feel every single thing. Yet, she always craved for more, every time she was alone the ghost of Quinn's touch instead of keeping her content just made her want more and more.

All the rules she used to impose herself – no touching under the shirt, definitely no touching under the skirt, no removing of clothing, definitely no removing of underwear, no sex – the ones that she hadn't broken already were broke Thursday afternoon when they were alone in Rachel's house to do one last rehearsal before Glee.

They had been practicing for about two hours in the living room until they weren't practicing anymore.

Tangled in the large beige couch in front of the television, the girls let their hands explore each other's body and quickly they were only in their underwear. Thighs rubbing against each other's center as moans muffled between their kisses. Every inch of their skins seemed to be covered in marks after a week of extensive exploration of each other's bodies, but they still hadn't stop ravishing any place that could be covered by their clothes.

Quinn's hands slipped under Rachel's back, following the outline of her bra and finding the clasp with her delicate fingers. She pulled away, her blue eyes moving to face Rachel, asking for permission to continue. The brunette hesitated for a moment, looking almost fearful, and then slowly she nodded her head and leaned in to kiss Quinn softly in the lips. She was scared, but at the same time she wanted nothing more.

The cheerleader did nothing for a painful minute, she simply kissed back the other girl and tried to gain courage herself, it felt like somehow it was going to change everything, make things more real. Feeling almost suffocated by the anticipation, Rachel nearly told her to stop, that she didn't want to go further than that, but then the little sound of the clasp popping open resonated in her ears and she felt the elastic of her bra loosening around her body.

And as fast as that, the slow motion feel of the past moments was gone and the girls were attacking each other lips again, panting inside their mouths as Quinn pulled the black laced underwear from her tanned arms.

When the piece of fabric fell to the floor, soundless, the blonde girl moved her lips down from her mouth, kissing along her jaw and neck, before she dragged her tongue across her collar bone. Her hands copped Rachel's breasts for a moment, but quickly they continued up along the girl's arms as she dived down to wrap her mouth around her perky nipples.

Never before had Quinn done something similar to this. She might have had sex with Puck, but that was all sloppy kisses and Puck touching her down there, and then suddenly that painful intrusion and the harsh thrusts. In the end, it had produced a perfect little girl, but it had been nothing like this. There had been no desire, no intimacy, no pleasure… it had all been a drunk mistake that, honestly, sometimes she couldn't even quite remember. But in some things, Quinn was just like any other girl, and many nights she had lain in bed, touching herself as she imagined someone pleasuring her, someone doing the things that she knew felt good.

And that was what she wanted to give Rachel.

Even if she had barely any sexual experience, she didn't mind discovering anything with the little diva. She wanted to try all of those things she had seen in movies and imagined having done to her.

She sucked lavishly on the girl's left nipple as her thigh pressed harder against her wet center. Quinn let go of her arms and moved them back to her legs, propping them further apart and pulling her hips against her leg to grind her harder. She bit her nipple and Rachel moaned loudly, making her realize just how silent they had been a moment before.

Losing any discretion and any sense of herself or what they were doing, Quinn let her hand slide down the inside of the other girl's thigh and move over her wet panties. She let go of her nipple, taking a deep breath before moving to the other one and her fingers started rubbing her over her underwear.

Rachel moans rapidly filled the room. The girl wrapped her hands on the blonde locks of the cheerleader and hastily rocked her hips against her. Quinn found herself moaning as well, no direct pleasure was being delivered to her, but there was something so extraordinarily erotic about having her nipple in her mouth and feeling her squirm under her body as her fingers rubbed harder and harder against her panties that the girl just couldn't help it.

Rachel started nonsensically mumbling her name, "Quinn, Quinn, Quinn…" and everything felt a bit surreal for the cheerleader. The brunette's movements grew jerkier and for a moment none of them was exactly sure about what was happening, until her body tensed and she cried out in pleasure and even before Quinn felt the warm juices soaking her panties, she could tell what had happened.

She had given Rachel Berry an orgasm. Most likely, the first of her life.

After a couple of seconds more of rubbing and sucking, Rachel's body relaxed against the couch, becoming almost limp and Quinn slowly pulled away, flicking the other girl's nipple one last time before she looked over at the girl.

For a moment she thought she had her eyes closed, but then she noticed a glint of brown peeking under her heavy lids. They stared at each other, not quite sure how to react, until Rachel's lips curled into a little smile and Quinn couldn't help a short giggle before asking: "How was it?"

"Amazing."

Her eyes were so full of lust and Quinn felt her center aching at how turned on she was. She was painfully aware of how wet she was herself. One heartbeat later, Rachel was pushing her off her body, forcing her back against the back of the couch and straddling her lap.

"I want to repay you," she said as her hands worked on getting rid of her bra. She didn't ask for permission, they had an unspoken rule that whatever one gave permission to, the other had permission to do it as well. Quinn found herself speechless anyway, Rachel could do whatever she wanted to her. "How would you like it if I… used my mouth instead?" The pool in her panties grew.

"Please," she begged, even though there was absolutely no need, as the brunette was happily offering.

The diva's wicked smirk was the last thing she saw, before the girl disappeared north of her body, climbing off the couch and settling on her knees on the floor between her legs. Her hands softly trailed her thighs up and down, before she pushed them apart and continued on her inner thighs. Leaning in closer, she could smell Quinn's sex and it drove her mad with desire. Her mouth pressed against her skin, just some inches away from her panties and she sucked the spot raw, until an angry red mark was left behind.

Her fingers curled around her panties and she pulled them down the blonde's long legs. She couldn't help but stare at Quinn's perfectly shaved pussy. She wondered for a second if she always kept it like that or if she had been thinking they might get to this point.

Rachel's hands held down her hips and her face disappeared in the middle of the blonde's legs. As soon as her mouth came in contact with her clit, Quinn cried out. And as Rachel sucked, kissed and licked every inch of her sex, her sounds just got louder. Her hands moved up to her breasts, groping them harshly as she kept on sucking her clit. How do you like those manhands now?, she couldn't help thinking to herself for a moment.

Soon enough, Quinn was unraveling too. Her juices filled Rachel's mouth with its exquisite taste and she felt intoxicated beyond anything she had ever known.

She licked her clean to the last drop and she kissed her way back to her mouth, climbing back on the couch and setting herself back on the lap of the completely naked girl.

"I bet you never thought you'd sit naked on my couch," Rachel teased.

"I'm sure I was less likely to think you'd go down on me in your couch," Quinn retorted with a tired smile.

Rachel kissed her full on the lips and later that night, she came again while touching herself all alone in her bedroom and remembering the way Quinn touched her and the way she tasted.

And now there she was, wearing a tight golden dress, resembling Katy Perry's from her video clip of 'I kissed a girl', and standing next to Quinn in front of the entire Glee club as they waited for their song to start. She felt the cheerleader's eyes on her and she turned to face her, they gave each other a cheeky grin and then looked forward again just in time with the start of the music.

As soon as the Glee club recognized the song, they all hooted and cheered and Rachel could see Santana in the back rolling her eyes. Even with the pretty much non-stop making out, they had taken enough time to choreograph and practice their song and even to Rachel standards they were perfect. But maybe she was biased in this particular case.

Their choreography was bold, a lot bolder than Rachel ever thought she was able to do. They kept circling around each other, touching and pulling away, grabbing each other and then pushing. Rachel couldn't deny she was getting turned on just for doing that in front of the entire Glee club, doing it in front of her boyfriend… she could barely stop herself from actually jumping on Quinn.

They were facing each other as they sang the last 'I liked it' and because she felt particularly bold after all that number, she leaned in and left a quick peck in Quinn's lips before turning back to the class. Everyone with the exception of Brittany looked stunned and Rachel took that as a victory. Even Quinn was rather surprised after that kiss.

"Did you just kiss?" Finn broke the silence; he looked a lot like someone had punched him without any warning.

"Well, if I am doing a number to a song called 'I kissed a girl' in a duet that Mr. Schue purposed exactly for us to raise above homophobia, it seems obvious that I will indeed kiss a girl. It's merely a performance. Right, Quinn?" Rachel asked, turning to the blonde.

She nodded, a smirk drawing on her face. "Absolutely, this week has taught us a lot."

"Alright, this is what I'm talking about!" Mr. Schue seemed to have snapped out from his own shock and was now standing up and walking over to them. "Brilliant job, girls. I have to admit I didn't expect something like this coming from you. You were great and I hope the rest of the class takes your example for their own numbers."

"Thank you, Mr. Schue." Rachel told him politely and taking Quinn's hand, pulled her to sit next to her in the two free chairs in the front.

"Alright, who's next?"

After Quinn and Rachel, Mike and Artie took the stage with an amazing choreographed number for "Boyfriend" by the Alphabeat, but that lacked any duet intimacy. Tina and Mercedes followed with "Love is a losing game" by Any Winehouse, they delivered a very good and moving performance, but still not half as good as theirs had been. Brittany and Santana sang "Islands", by The XX and it might have been extremely beautiful if Santana didn't keep trying to make it dirtier than it had to be. And at last, Finn and Puck made a very awkward performance of U2's song "One". They sang it well, Rachel had to give them that, but it was painful to watch how awkward with each other, when they were trying to sing a love song.

After everyone finished, even Santana knew Rachel and Quinn were certainly going to win the prize. No one had yet truly wrapped their heads around what had happened and especially the kiss they witnessed between the two girls at the end.

When Will announced they had won the duel competition, the diva leaped up her chair in excitement, clapping her hands and running to Mr. Schue to collect the shopping voucher. She looked back at Quinn once she had it in her hand and waved it at her. "Prepared for some shopping?" Santana grunted loudly in the back of the room and for a second everyone turned to look at her.

"Oh, I'm sure Quinn will look wonderful in animal sweaters." Both Quinn and Rachel simply rolled her eyes, but Finn, maybe feeling threatened after their number, felt the need to show his support for his girlfriend.

"Don't talk to Rachel like that!"

Santana laughed… that patronizing laugh that Quinn knew way too well. "You are just way too dumb. I'm seriously surprised you got this far into high school." She then looked away from the boy and to Rachel, still standing next to Schue, and Quinn, frozen in her chair. "You two are just so obvious."

Rachel blushed faintly and stood very straight. "I'm afraid the word you're looking for is professional. Quinn and I have done exactly what Mr. Schuester asked of us. It seems to me you're just jealous that you did not win, although, frankly, that performance was bordering on disturbing, Santana."

The girl scoffed, standing up and looking over at Quinn. "And what do you have to say?"

"You're making a ridiculous scene, Santana." Quinn's tone was dry when she talked and she looked up at the girl with indifference. "It's the second year we are in this Glee club, the fact that you're still not over caring about popularity and the damn food chain is just baffling."

The girls stared at each other for a moment and Rachel found herself licking her lips at how sexy Quinn looked when she was angry.

"That's enough," Mr. Schue interrupted, clearly way later than he should have. Santana and Quinn held their stare off for a moment longer but then both turned back to the teacher, their faces perfect masks of indifference. "Your performances were all very good. I'm proud of your work this week and I'll see you on Monday," he said, finishing the class and putting an end to what had probably been the best week in Rachel's life.

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