Title: Sharp

Characters/Pairings: Faberry.

Spoilers: Not really, but up until season 2 to be safe. Completely AU from there.

Summary: The first day back at school was supposed to be about new beginnings, but Quinn never expected that the starting of Senior year could also bring a completely new Rachel Berry; sexier, bolder and totally out of character Rachel Berry.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any character on Glee.

1

There was something different in the air.

Quinn didn't know what it was, but she could smell it.

Standing there, in front of her open locker the first day of senior year, hearing people pass behind her in the crowded hallway, Quinn was wondering what that feeling at the pitch of her stomach that had been bothering her since she walked into the school was.

Maybe it was just how everybody else felt on the beginning of their last year at school; knowing that the end of their childhood is near and they'd soon have to face real life.

Or it could be that, for the first time in years, she didn't feel the weight of the world upon her shoulders. There was no pressure of being perfect Head Cheerio all the time, or any unexpected pregnancy; there wasn't even the constant worry of someone stealing her boyfriend because, duh, no boyfriend. Her only concern was to ace her exams, get into any college she wanted, and next year be as far from Lima as possible.

Then, there was the last option.

And this one just a crazy guess.

It was possible that her actual discomfort and, consequently, the annoying knot in her stomach, was caused by the sudden and totally unexpected proximity of someone smelling like lilacs.

She knew who was behind her. That scent was the first thing she always noticed every time she walked into the choir room.

Ready to scowl at the intruder, Quinn turned to find Rachel Berry's black pupils piercing her and, for a moment, the blonde forgot that she was going to say something.

Rachel seemed to take the silence as an invitation and leaned forward, burying her head into the other girl's neck and pinning Quinn against the lockers in the process.

"Ra… Berry! Wha-at the…?" she stuttered, wondering why hadn't she pushed the brunette away yet. "Did… didn't your fathers te-each you what personal sp-pace means?"

"Yeah" is the monosyllable that she received as an answer. So unlike the Berry she knew.

"Well… Why a-are you invading m-mine?"

"Because you smell really good."

To prove her point, she sank her head further, caressing the blonde's neck with the tip of her nose and inhaling her perfume.

"Really good." She repeated.

God knows why, Quinn was unable to move. Her legs wouldn't listen and her whole body was shivering at Rachel's touch. Not to mention how hot the air suddenly became, when something that felt dangerously like soft lips made contact with her skin.

"Rachel!"

An unknown voice shouted the diva's name from the end of the corridor, successfully getting the tiny brunette out of her Quinn induced trance.

A second later, there's a tall girl, with long, dark, wavy hair and skin almost as dark as Rachel's, standing by their side. The diva's features changed immediately into a warm smile, and she's about to say 'hi' when she noticed the frown on her friend's face.

"Enjoying yourself?" asked the stranger.

"Very much."

"Rachel…" The reprimanding tone was obvious in her voice, as wanting to reprimand the shorter girl for her attitude.

"Andrea…"

"Your friend is?" she asked gesturing towards the silent blonde. She had been standing there, forgotten for a moment, staring dumbfounded, and still shocked, at the exchange in front of her.

"Oh, that's Quinn."

That's Quinn? That's Quinn? That's all she's gonna say after what happened a minute ago? After mauling my neck like that, the least she could do was introduce me properly!

"Well, from where I was standing, it looked like you were trying to devour Quinn here. Isn't that true?" She asked turning towards the blonde.

"Felt like that, yeah."

"Maybe that was my ultimate goal." Rachel's voice had gone incredibly husky and she'd been staring at Quinn almost with predatory eyes. "Maybe…, that's all I want."

Andrea chose that moment to come between them again, taking the shorter girl roughly by her tiny arm, and forcing Rachel to look at her.

"Rach, listen to me." The diva struggled a little, but Andrea's hold was strong. "Listen. You can't let it take control over you, okay?"

"What the hell is going on here?" Another voice interrupted them, and this time it was a well known one. "Q? What have you and the dwarf done to make everyone look like they just saw Coach in her undies?"

Santana's words were like a slap in the face and, suddenly, she was back to reality and very much aware that they're still in front of her locker, in a very crowded school hallway, were everyone was staring at them.

Then, there's panic.

And some nausea.

And maybe –just maybe- some lingering feelings between her legs caused by Rachel's assault that she's far from ready to acknowledge.

And, oh yes, there was the panic again.

Calm down, Fabray. You need to get yourself together. Act like nothing happened. You just have to throw some insults at Berry and the masses will be pleased. Then, they'll lose interest and you'll be free to go and hide for the rest of your life in the deepest hole you can find.

Yeah. That's a good plan.

But, when she snapped out of her inner thoughts, with the 'Manhands' at the tip of her tongue and ready to leave her lips, Rachel and Andrea had already disappeared.

"Welcome back to Earth, Q." said an irritated Latina. "Ready to explain now?"

"No" she answered, still not sure that the last ten minutes had happened.

As lunch approached, Quinn became more anxious within every minute that passed.

Her first idea was to sit with Kurt, Blaine and Mercedes in the cafeteria because Santana and Britt had another lunch period, but she remembered that Rachel would probably be there too and she started to freak out.

Luckily, she didn't share any of her morning classes with the brunette, and that gave her some time to cool down a little. Not too much, though, because the memory of Rachel's tiny body pinning her against the lockers was engraved with fire in her mind, and all she's done was to relive that moment over and over again.

So, instead of paying attention to the lessons, she'd spent the whole morning alternating between very inappropriate thoughts about another female, freaking out because of said thoughts, blaming it all on a vengeful god that just wanted her to suffer and some more inappropriate thinking.

Seriously. Lunch had all the potential to be extremely awkward if they ended up eating at the same table.

At first, she contemplated to avoid the cafeteria and go eat somewhere else alone. It wouldn't be the first time, and she loved that spot under the bleachers where she used to hide when the pregnancy's news went viral two years ago…

No.

Not this time. She was Quinn Fucking Fabray, and she wasn't going to hide. Not from Berry of all people. So, instead of running away, when the time came, she put her ice mask in place and took the path towards the cafeteria.

She wouldn't admit it, though, but when she walked through the doors and spotted her friends and no Rachel Berry in sight, there was a tiny part of herself that felt disappointed.

That's only because I wanted to yell at her for making that scene this morning.

"Hey, girl." Mercedes greeted her and moved a little to the side to make room for the blonde.

"Hi."

"So, Quinn…" Kurt began to say. She knew that tone in his voice. He couldn't even say a polite 'hello' before starting with the questioning? "A little bird told us that you had an interesting exchange with our beloved diva earlier this morning."

"Beloved?" asked an amused Mercedes.

"What?" protested the boy. "She grows on you."

"Weren't you complaining a minute ago about her avoiding you all summer?"

"I'm just a worried friend. It was unusual of her to not contact me when there was that revival of West Side Story two weeks ago. Anyway, Quinn…" He went back to the blonde. "Any comments on the rumors?"

"Does the whole school know?"

"Pretty much. Its fascinating how fast the news can spread nowadays, don't you think?" he smirked. "The problem is that, even with some many witnesses, no one seems to know exactly what happened."

Quinn buffed and snorted.

"Tell me about it. I was part of it and I'm still not sure it happened."

Well, that wasn't entirely true, because her body was still on edge. It felt too real to be something her imagination made up.

Mercedes shared a look with Kurt, who turned then to his boyfriend, and seeing Blaine too engrossed with his lunch to pay real attention to the gossip, went back to Quinn again.

"And what does Rachel say about this?"

"You should ask her yourself." Answered the blonde. "She left with this new friendand I haven't seen her since then."

"That was my initial plan, actually. We share History at second period, but she didn't show up."

So, Rachel ran off with that other girl and never came back? That didn't make any sense. Last year, the tiny diva would have killed anybody who'd had threatened her perfect attendance record. But then again, the Rachel Berry she'd seen that morning wasn't acting like her usual overbearing self at all. Frustrating? Yes, always, but in a completely different way.

"What friend?" Mercedes asked.

"What?"

"You said she left with a friend."

"Yeah. Haven't seen her before. Tall, brunette, long curly hair. Name's Andrea, I think."

"Saw that one with Rach this morning," said Puck who arrived at that moment and took a seat next to Kurt. "Really hot. Jew Princess looked smokin' too."

She did?

"She did?" asked a curious Kurt, echoing the blonde's thoughts.

"Yeah." The mohawked boy answered with a dreamy smile, obviously lost in his memories. "Really tight jeans."

Why didn't you notice that? Oh, yes, your were too busy trying not to have a panic attack.

"Did you talk to them?"

"Nah. I was going to offer the Puckzilla's services but they ran out of the school before I could say anything."

Kurt sighed.

"Well, we have our first meeting today. We'll ask her there."

"Why are you so sure that she's gonna show at Glee?" Quinn raised an eyebrow at Kurt, skeptically.

The boy turned to her with all his grace, looked between surprised and offended at the question.

"Honey, the day Rachel Berry ditches rehearsal it'll be the day I turn straight."

"So, Kurt…"

"Don't say it." The boy didn't even look at her, but raised a finger to stop Quinn from saying anything. "Please, don't."

"But Kurtsie…" this time was Mercedes the one enjoying the situation. "We could introduce you to some fine girls!"

A couple of hours later, she found herself in front of the Berry's door, wondering what the hell she was doing there.

"Remind me why I agreed to come with you?"

"Because my boyfriend and my best friend were busy and I needed company." Answered the boy before reaching to ring the bell. "Also, because, Ms. Fabray, you are as curious as me to know what's going on with Rachel."

"You can't judge me for wanting to know what made Berry assault my neck like her life depended on it."

Kurt let go a high-pitched squeal.

"Oh my God! That's what she did?"

"She… It was surreal, Kurt. She wasn't herself at all." Quinn hesitated and trembled a little remembering what happened. "I don't know how, but one moment I was happily thinking about how drama free this year could be and, suddenly, I was against the lockers with her lips on my neck. When I asked her what she was doing, the only thing she said was that I smelled really good."

"She said that?"

"Twice, actually." She turned to the door. "What the hell is taking them so long to answer?"

"Maybe they aren't at home." Then he proceeded to ring again. "So, what did you do after that?"

"I…"

"You yelled at her, or slapped her… right?"

"She caught me off guard, ok?"

"You didn't do anything?"

"She was t-too close, a-and I was… I couldn't…"

Quinn was still slapping herself mentally for how her body reacted to the situation, but she wasn't ready to tell Kurt about that. The boy would read too much into it.

"Well, this is really interesting." He paused and stared at the blonde with a smirk on his face. "I always thought you'd be the first to cave in."

Cave in?

The girl was going to ask him what he meant with that (even if she had her own suspicions), when the door of the house finally opened, revealing a tall brunette instead any of the Berrys.

"Yes?" She asked staring at Quinn.

"I assume you must be Andrea?" asked Kurt.

"That would be correct. And you must be Kurt."

"Yes." Had Rachel told the girl about her friends? "Is Rachel home?"

"She is."

"Well, can we see her?"

"I'm afraid that's not possible right now."

"Any reason why?"

"Nothing that I can reveal, I'm afraid."

Quinn was stunned at the cordiality of the conversation, as if her friend and Andrea were long-term friends already. But she was starting to lose her nerves.

"This is stupid!" she exploded. "We're here to see Rachel, so I'm going in."

She tried to walk through the doorstep, but Andrea was on her way with no intention of moving.

"I don't think so, Quinn."

The two girls locked their eyes and stared at each other in a silent battle. A battle that ended only a few seconds after it started, when Quinn saw the brunette's black eyes narrow, making her feel a cold shiver running down her spine.

Next thing, they found the door closed dangerously close to their faces.

"Well, that was… intense, for the lack of a better word." Stated the boy. "Now I'm really curious about all this situation. You think that this girl has something to do with Rachel's change?"

Kurt turned to the blonde and noticed that Quinn had taken out her phone and was calling someone, looking angrier by the minute, until she finally let go an exasperated sight and shouted at whoever was at the other end (which he would later knew it was Rachel's voice mail).

"You better be tomorrow at school, Berry! Or I'll come back and knock down this damn door if I have to!"

"You know, for someone who claims to despise her…"

Now Angry Quinn was staring directly at him.

"Don't dare to finish that sentence, Hummel."

The next morning Quinn was less excited about her second day at school. She'd had a horrible night and her humor was accordingly with that.

After Kurt took her home, when it was clear that they weren't going to be able to talk to Rachel that day, she went straight to her room and let her body fall limp on her bed, in hope that the stressful day would have tired her enough to sleep until the next morning.

But no, Rachel Berry couldn't even let her have that, right? She had to plague her dreams too…

What the hell is wrong with you, Fabray?

"People's still talking about yesterday," Santana greeted her when she reached her locker. "Still no comments about it?"

"As soon as I know what happened, I'll inform you, Santana. But first I have to find Berry and ask her."

"Well, you can start on that now."

The Latina gestured towards their right where, a few lockers away, was standing Rachel Berry in all her glory. Hell be damned if Puck wasn't right yesterday. Those impossible long legs had always looked good with her usual skirts (not that she paid attention or whatever), but the jeans… They were making it hard for Quinn not to stare at places that she really shouldn't stare at. And the white buttoned shirt, opened to reveal just enough cleavage to have half the hockey team ogling her from the other side of the corridor, wasn't helping either.

But the spell that kept the blonde captivated was soon broken when, out of nowhere, Andrea appeared next to Rachel. The tiny brunette put her last book inside the locker, shut the door, and turned to smile at her friend.

Rachel looked relaxed, almost…happy? Last year (or every high school year, for that matter) Quinn had seen the little diva flinch at every sound behind her, hyperaware of her surroundings, like waiting for something to happen every time she rounded a corner. She couldn't blame the girl, really. When you tend to be slushied twice a day, it's a given that you develop some kind of psychotic problem.

Now she seemed carefree, laughing at something that Andrea had whispered in her ear and, for some reason it was making Quinn's blood boil.

"Oh, come on!" exclaimed an exasperated Santana "I'll do it."

And before Quinn could stop her, the Latina was already next to the two girls.

"Looking good, Berry." she said with a cocky smile to get Rachel's attention, letting her eyes travel the five foot two length of the brunette's body.

The students around stopped in their tracks. It's not everyday that you can see Santana Lopez being civil towards Manhands Berry, and less complimenting her. No one dared to say a word, they just waited there, quiet, watching the little brunette turn towards Santana with a raised eyebrow and looking totally perplexed.

Then she burst out laughing.

Everyone started to freak out. No one laughs at Santana Lopez.

And Rachel Berry was doing exactly that. In fact, she was laughing so hard that she had to lean her body against the lockers for support.

"What the hell, Berry?"

"Sorry, sorry…" she said trying to compose herself "It's just… " She took a deep breath and continued. "It's surreal, you know? Santana Lopez checking me out andcomplimenting me?"

"You can't blame her, Rach. You look hot." Stated Andrea leaning towards her.

"I do, huh?" she said with a smirk on her lips, while playing with one of her friend's curls. "So, Santana…" She began, but still staring at Andrea. "To what I owe the honor of you being nice to me so early in the morning?"

"Don't get used to it, Hobbit." The Latina warned, "First, where's the argyle and the owls? I can't make fun of you properly without an owl. And second, what happened yesterday between Q and you?"

The million-dollar question.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

She said that turning her body completely towards Santana, and lowering her voice for just the Latina to hear. It took almost a minute for Santana to process the playful tone and the smirk that Rachel had directed at her.

Was she flirting?

"Of course I want to know." She tried to disguise her surprise "That's why I asked in the first place, Berry."

Rachel looked like she was pondering something, with her eyes fixated on a spot on the floor and humming song so softly that Santana couldn't recognize it, until she raised her eyes again, smiled, and closed the short distance between her and the Latina.

When Santana felt Rachel's left hand grab the back of her neck and pull her down a little, the first thing she thought was that, if it wasn't for Britt, she wouldn't mind that to happen because, come on, the girl was hot as hell.

But the diva's lips went past hers and didn't stop until she reached her ear.

She felt the warm breath against her skin before Rachel whispered.

"Tell Quinn I said 'hi'." Then, she backed up and took Andrea's hand. "Have a good morning, Santana."

And much like the day before, the pair disappeared before anyone could react.

"I'm not making things up in my mind, right?" Quinn asked when she reached her friend. "That's not Rachel Berry."

"I don't know who that is, but I like her." The Latina answered absently.

"What?"

"She's got some balls, Q, and that's fucking sexy."

"Could you stop being an hormonal lesbian teenager for a second? Did she tell you anything?"

"To say 'hi' to you."

Quinn scowled at her.

"About yesterday?"

"Nope. But between what happened just now and the face you were making yesterday, I can say two things." She made a dramatic pause putting a hand over Quinn's shoulder. "You have a problem in gremlin form and I need to find Britt before class."

The Latina disappeared as fast as she had come, and left Quinn alone again with her thoughts, which was actually a bad thing to do given the events and her wild imagination.

It was the second day at school and Rachel was still adjusting.

After the total fail that had been her first senior day at McKinley (and come on, that was in great part Quinn's fault), she really thought about giving up high school, her old life being the bottom of the chain, and embrace her new self away from the hellhole that was Lima, Ohio.

But no. Andrea wanted her to stay, and Rachel couldn't say no to her.

It was odd how strong their bond was. But if she thought about how they first met and everything that happened after, the brunette was the nearest thing to a family that she had at the moment. After all, if it wasn't' for her, she wouldn't be alive.

Rachel sighed.

Two months.

Two months ago she was still Rachel Berry, the diva, the loved daughter, the dreamer, the future star… Now, this new Rachel was a stranger.

A stranger that might be suffering from a strong attraction towards Quinn Fabray.

Seriously, how can anyone smell so good?

Andrea had warned her that something like that could happen. Her senses were now highly evolved, and she could feel everything ten times stronger than a current human. It could be helpful, but strongly dangerous too.

"Sometimes you'll catch someone's scent and will have the need to do something that you could regret." explained Andrea. "If you were attracted to someone before, it will be intensified, and if that person feels the same attraction and teenage hormones are involved, the situation can became really dangerous because your body, your instincts, will take control of your actions. We can't let that happen."

Of course it had to be Quinn. Of course she was the first thing that Rachel saw after setting a foot in the hallways. The bane of her existence, perfect Quinn Fabray, with her perfect hair, her perfect eyes and her perfect round ass, all combined with the most alluring scent she had ever smelled in her whole life.

She had been okay until that moment. Her urgeswere perfectly controlled and her life was starting to look normal again, all thanks to Andrea and her own stubbornness. But when that scent hit her, she wasn't ready to meet the beast inside her.

Quinn's rising arousal when she touched her (she still was surprised about that) didn't help the situation, either.

She wanted to be as close as possible, flood her senses with Quinn's scent, taste her… She was almost there when Andrea appeared. Perfect timing, as always.

They spent the rest of the day arguing. Rachel was out of control for almost five hours and her friend had to take her home and calm her down. After that, they discussed the dangers of the shorter girl going back to school (Rachel wanted to run away and never see Quinn again), and Andrea argued about how she needed to do it in order to become stronger and be able to control it.

"What do you think that will happen next time, Andrea?" said an exalted Rachel. "I won't be able to hold back and you know it. I almost bit her today! In front of the whole student body!"

"But you didn't."

"Because you stopped me!"

"I told you that something like that could happen. I warned you, Rachel." She sighed.

"I know. But, why it had to be her? She hated me enough already."

"I don't think that what I smelled on her today was from someone who hates you. But I'm sure you already know that."

So, she started her second day with a thought in mind.

Quinn Fabray is dangerous.

The initial plan was to avoid her torture in blonde at all costs, something utterly difficult when the ex-Cheerio locker was just a few rows away from hers. She knew that Quinn was staring at her; that she was just waiting for the perfect moment to assault her and claim an explanation on her behaviour the day before. After all, the blonde went to the extreme to try and get into her house to see her.

Then, she heard Santana talking to her friend and she tensed a little. Of course the Latina would want to know what happened.

"If you let go another button of your shirt, that girl won't be a problem."

Andrea had leaned into her and whispered those words with that husky, playful tone in her voice that she only used when they were alone and bored at home, successfully calming her down and making her laugh at the thought.

To flirt with Santana Lopez could be an amusing experience.

But Santana had approached her, and the first thing she said, after checking her out thoughtfully, was that Rachel looked good. She couldn't help but roar out with laughter, all thanks to Andrea setting crazy ideas in her head.

Two months ago, laughing at Santana Lopez would have meant the death (or a slushie shower) for her, but she wasn't a scared little Berry anymore. She could see past the Lima Heights façade and see the fear, the sadness, and the want in the Latina's eyes.

Thinking now about what she did was making her whole body shiver, but seeing Santana's reaction and the look of pure jealousy in Quinn's eyes had been so worth it.

"Hey."

She turned and found Andrea walking towards the tree where she was eating. The cafeteria was still a big no until she had everything under control.

"Hey." she replied with a smile.

"How's the day going?"

"Good so far. I had to get rid of some annoying stalkers before lunch. The improvement on my wardrobe seems to be quite an event in this school." She laughed. "Apart from that, everything's fine."

"Your hunger?"

"Still there. But, as far as I know, Quinn is the only one to cause that reaction on me, and I'm doing my best to avoid her."

"That's good."

Rachel saw how Andrea's expression changed to something more serious.

"What's wrong?"

"I have to leave." Answered the taller brunette. Immediately, she saw the worry in Rachel's eyes. "It will be just a couple of days. My father wants to see me and I can't say no."

"But you can't leave me alone!"

"I thought about that, and my first idea was to take you with me…" the diva looked now horrified at the thought. "But I know that you're not ready for that. It may be better if I talk to him alone first."

Rachel didn't say anything; she just curled up into the other girl and hugged her tightly.

"I can't do this without you." She whispered.

"Of course you can. You are Rachel Berry, after all."

"What if I kill the whole population of Lima while you're away?"

"Maybe half, but the whole city in two days? Too much work even for you, Rach."

"You said it. I'm Rachel Berry, I don't do anything half heartedly." And she wasn't kidding. Actually, she was quite serious.

"You will be okay." Reassured her friend. "I have faith in you."

Rachel raised her eyes to look at the brunette with a silent plea.

"Andy… I can't be alone in that house."

Advanced Chemistry.

It wasn't her favorite class, but it was the only one that she shared with Berry that day and she was going to get the best of it.

The first step on her plan was to have the girl as her lab partner. They didn't share that period with any of the other glee kids, except for Santana, so the odds were that the tiny diva would probably be alone and available to be with her.

That's why it was a surprise, when she walked into the class and saw one of the hockey team players already sitting at Rachel's side and trying to chat with her.

She snorted and went to sit in the available stool next to Santana.

"The green doesn't suit you well, Q."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Of course you know. You just don't want to admit it out loud.

They were in the middle of mixing some reagents when Quinn saw the jock leaning towards Rachel and letting his hand rest on the brunette's lower back. Distracted by that, the blonde miscalculated and the liquid fell all over Santana's hand. She, trying to move away, knocked down the beaker they were using, that ended smashed in pieces against the floor.

With the whole class staring at them, both girls stood up from their stools and kneeled to pick up the pieces of glass scattered around the floor. But between the embarrassment and the rush to clean everything, they were careless. Seconds later, there was blood added to the mess.

Quinn hadn't even felt the cut in her hand yet when she saw a rushing silhouette bolting out of the classroom. Instinctively, she turned to Rachel's table, but there was only the jock with a dumbfounded expression and no sight of Berry.

"Ms. Fabray, you should check that cut with the nurse." Suggested the teacher.

Quinn nodded silently and walked out leaving Santana with the mess she'd created, but decided to go first to the bathroom and clean all the blood to see if the cut was really as nasty as it looked.

What was her surprise when, after stepping into the bathroom, the first thing she saw was the runaway known as Rachel Berry.

Well, at least you're finally alone, in a room with just one exit and no annoying friend in sight.

Something was wrong with her, though. Rachel was in front of the mirror, eyes closed, with both hands clenching at the sink with such a tight grip that her knuckles were almost white. She was breathing hard, taking deep intakes of air and letting it go slowly.

Suddenly, she saw the girl go completely stiff.

"Stay away from me, Quinn."

The deep, harsh voice didn't sound like Rachel's at all.

How did she know…

"What's wrong with you, Berry?"

"Quinn, just… go. Please." The brunette opened her eyes, but still refused to look at the other girl.

"No." she said walking towards the other sink and running the water. It looked like the cut wasn't so bad. "First I'm going to wash all this blood because it's making me look like a fucking serial killer, and then you'll explain to me why you've been acting so weird since yesterday."

Rachel growled. She growled, and the sink under her hands began to crack.

"What the hell? Are you on drugs or something?"

"Leave. I'm warning you."

"You're warning me? Who do you think you are?" Quinn hissed. "You really thought that being with that friend of yours and some new clothes were going to change anything?" the blonde hated being that person again, the hurtful cheerleader that didn't care about anyone's feelings, but she needed her if she wanted to get some form of reaction from the diva.

But Rachel stayed silent, nerves slowly fraying.

"I'm talking to you, freak!"

When she tried to grab Rachel's arm to turn her around and talk face to face, things went all wrong. The moment her hand touched the shorter girl's skin, Rachel reacted instinctively and soon Quinn found herself, again, trapped between a wall and the brunette's body.

This time, unlike the previous day, the blonde tried to get away with all her strength, but the tiny body pressing her against the tiles was like a lead weight.

"I tried to stay away." Said Rachel burying her head in Quinn's neck while one of her hands was starting to move the blonde's shirt up and explore under the fabric. She was still breathing hard and her voice had acquired a tired tone, as if she was giving up. "I can't control it around you."

"Rachel, please… Let me go." She felt soft lips on her skin as an answer.

"I just wanted to be meagain, but you ruined all." The hand that's been on Quinn's stomach went higher and reached under her right breast. "Now, all I want to do is taste you."

She couldn't protest, she couldn't scream, she couldn't even move, and Quinn hated her own body for the way it was reacting to a single touch.

The brunette backed up a little, giving Quinn some space to breathe, and staring deeply into her hazel eyes. Rachel's orbs had lost their usual chocolate brown and were now almost pitch black. Quinn was beyond scared, but on fire at the same time.

"Would you let me taste you, Quinn?"

Rachel's free hand moved to the back of the blonde's head and grabbed harshly the short golden tresses that were in the way, forcing Quinn to stretch her neck to the side, giving the shorter girl more access and allowing her tongue to run freely over the path of her jugular.

At this point, the wetness between her legs was embarrassingly obvious and she wasn't sure anymore if she wanted Rachel to stop. This feeling was new and overwhelming; too good to not embrace..

Maybe later she'd yell at her and call her names. They'd go back to hating each other and everything would feel normal again. But for now, all she wanted was Rachel's hands all over her body.

Nothing else mattered, only the brunette's hand on her breast, moving aside the fabric of her bra and pinching an oversensitive nipple. Rachel's cold breath against her neck between feather like kisses…

"Rach…" she moaned.

The sound of Quinn's voice seemed to snap Rachel out of her trance and she stopped altogether, frozen in place for a moment until she spoke again.

"I'm sorry…" she whispered kissing her neck softly again. "I'm sosorry…"

She felt her wet tongue again, an open mouthed kiss and then…

Something sharp was piercing her skin.