So I was listen to Ed Sheeran's album '+', and whilst I love all of the songs, 'Gimme Love' always sticks out for me. I'm a big believer that some of the best writing is done to music, particularly when the music inspires you directly.

This is the result of sticking the song on repeat and letting my fingers do the typing. Sorry for angsty-ness of it. I'm sure other people interpret the song differently. But that's the beauty of music. :)

I hope you enjoy it. Reviews are most welcome, encouraged even. :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing Glee. Rated M for mature themes. FemSlash. Don't like, don't read. :D

I stare at her across the room, enveloped in his arms again and I feel the bitter sting of jealousy course through me. With a heavy sigh I make an excuse to leave the party by waving my empty cup in front of me. I find myself alone in the kitchen. I throw my cup in the bin and move through the large sliding doors onto the tile patio area. The cool crisp air hits the skin that is exposed and it puckers in response; layers of goose pimples covering my arms and back. I make no effort to stave off the chill, instead I welcome a feeling other than the overwhelming despair I've been immersed in for the past hour.

A deep rumble from above me captures my attention and as I turn my face towards the sky the first drop of rain collides with the ground. More and more join it and soon the biting droplets are soaking me through. I close my eyes, open my arms and greet the blissful cold water with a smile, moving on to the grass and wiggling my toes through the damp blades. The facial expression feels foreign to me. Soon I'm thankful for the rain as my tears begin mixing into the ragged streams making their way down my cheeks. I know the alcohol is the catalyst for the emotion but it's a long overdue release from the mental prison I've been keeping myself in.

"What are you doing Quinn?" I almost don't hear the tiny voice from behind me, a mere whisper when it reaches my ears. I don't turn, I don't move.

"I love the rain. It's cleansing." I supply, as if that really answers the deeper question. A gentle rustle announces her presence beside me but still I don't move.

"I mean, why did you leave?" She probes. I force myself to stay still; eyes closed and praying to the skies to be liberated of these feelings.

"You know why Rachel," is all I can muster. She reaches up and grips my wrist delicately. My head snaps to the side and her coffee brown eyes draw me in. Her dark blue shirt and black skirt are soaked through and she is bare foot, the same as me. I lower both of my arms and turn to her, ignoring every voice in my head warning my not to carry on. To turn back to the house and run. I lift a hand to brush away the hair sticking to her forehead and she leans into the touch. My breath comes in fits and starts as my concentration breaks. She cups my hand with her own, running her thumb over my knuckles. My gaze flicks over her features quickly, taking in each for a moment then moving on, never getting enough to sate my urges.

The pad of my thumb traces circles over her cheek and down to her mouth, drawing across her full bottom lip. Her breath hitches in her throat and she closes her eyes, tipping her head up. I swallow forcefully and try to rein in my desire. I fail miserably when her mouth opens and her tongue peeks out to caress the digit. The breath rushes from my lungs as I connect our lips and she returns the sentiment forcefully. The rational part of my brain remembers we are out in the open and I begin moving us around to the side of the house, out of sight from prying eyes.

She gasps when her back hits the wall and I take the opportunity to seek out her tongue with my own. A moan escapes from my throat when she nips at my lip gently and my hands move of their own accord. One slips under the drenched shirt, the other traces over her hip to her ass. She groans and arches her body into me when I squeeze. Not satisfied with the level of contact we already have, my other hand joins its partner and lifts. She quickly gets the message and wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I press her into the wall harder, feeling her skirt ride up as her core presses into the flimsy material covering my torso.

I run both hands down her thighs; dragging my nails, then I push back up, sliding underneath her skirt and lifting it to her hips. Her fingers tangle through my hair, tugging harshly at the roots and it serves only to heighten my arousal. I bite down on her neck then flick my tongue over the mark to soothe it in response. She growls into my hair and bows into me, the movement causing friction where she needs it. She repeats the action with a moan and I feel her hot wetness on my abs. The motion angers me and arouses me in equal parts but my anger wins and I press into her again, giving her no room to move. She opens her eyes and her gaze finds mine, her once chocolate orbs turned black in want.

I manoeuvre my arm between us and hook a finger around her ruined panties to pull them aside. She gasps and jolts when I find her core. I slam my eyes shut and bite back a moan when I feel how wet she is. I small part wonders if that's from me, or when she was sat on his lap. Her hands turn my head and she gazes down at me hotly. She seems to read my emotions when she presses her lips to my ear. "All for you. Always for you." A growl rips from my throat and I push two fingers into her. She cries out brokenly and presses down. I marvel at the feeling of her clenched around me and I start thrusting, picking up a rhythm quickly. She uses her legs for leverage and matches my pace easily; little moans and grunts accompanying each drive.

I easily ignore the burning in my wrist and legs; my sole concern is bringing pleasure to the beautiful woman in my arms. I press a thumb to her clit and hiss when she digs her nails into my exposed back. It doesn't take much longer for her come undone around my fingers and as she cries out for the final time a loud crack of thunder ripples overhead, masking the noise to everyone but me. I remove my hand and press it to the wall, keeping our balance as fatigue makes its way through my body. She pulls in two or three big breaths before opening her eyes to stare at me. Her gaze flitters away for a second and she unwraps her legs from around me, dropping gently to the floor. She smooths my tangled hair away from my face and meets my eyes once more.

Her fingers don't stop touching me, instead marking a path down my neck and across any skin that is uncovered. A shiver that has nothing to do with the rain makes its way down my back and I revel in her ministrations. My eyes flicker closed and a sense of peace settles over me. Her path leads her to my already hard nipples and she flicks them gently through the thin material causing me to moan softly. She grasps my ribs and spins us round, so my back is pressed firmly to hard wall. Her digits continue on their journey and soon they reach the waistband of my black pants. She unhooks the clips and pulls the zipper down, all the while her gaze never leaving my face. I grip the back of her neck and pull her into me, lips clashing forcefully. This action seems to spur her on and she delves into my panties, fingertips finding my hot core with ease.

A quiet, "Oh God," passes her lips and she renews her attack on me, moving her mouth along my jaw, planting sweet kisses along its length. I let out a strangled whimper when she enters me with two fingers and my head drops back to meet the rough surface of the wall. Her kisses move to my neck and she sucks hard at my pulse point. There are too many sensations for me to try and keep up; the tingle of the rain as it hits my skin, the heat of her mouth, the graze of her nails and the movement of her fingers inside me, so I give up trying and just lose myself in the moment. She keeps her thrusts slow at first; teasing me and I cant my hips forward to try to convey my need. I feel her smile against my collarbone. With a final kiss to the skin there she speeds up her rhythm, curling her fingers with each push. I grip onto her as if my life depends it, not caring to censor the words spilling from my mouth every now and then. "Fuck. There…Don't stop," rushes out my mouth somewhat coherently. Blinding white flashes behind my eyelids as I squeeze my eyes shut, pleasure washing over me. I'm unsure if it's the result of her actions or if there was lightening forking across the sky.

As the feeling passes, reality slaps me in the face and I open my eyes when the threat of tears becomes too much. I focus on her, pink cheeked and breathing heavily, and let the tears fall; still concealed in the torrent of rain. I notice the flare of her nostrils and the dimples in her chin and realise she is crying as well. My heart breaks and I reach out to her. She falls into my embrace readily and I feel her chest heave as she sobs. "It's ok," I soothe quietly. Her head shakes against me.

"It's not, Quinn," she counters. "I know it's not." She leans back and I can't identify the look in her eyes. "I lo-"

"Rachel?" He shouts from the patio doors. Her eyes fly wide open and she begins straighten up in a panic. She pulls her skirt down and plasters her hair back before walking around the side of the house. "There you are. What are you doing out here?" I hear him say.

"I just wanted to get some air, I was so hot," she replies unconvincingly. I hear the click of the door closing and slide to the ground, letting the sobs wrack through my body until I have nothing left to give.

"I love you too," I tell the silence.

A/N: You can make your own mind up about the timing/placement of the fic. I had none in mind. Likewise with the 'him' you can decide who he is.