"Sorry, Mr. Schue," . Everyone in the room was shooting daggers at her as she made her way to her seat, right next to her boyfriend, Finn.
"All right, guys, I want you to spend the rest of the period practicing the assignment with your partner," Schuester said to the class. Before Rachel could ask Finn what the assignment was, he was next to Mercedes, with his arms around her waist. Jealousy flared in Rachel's heart as she resisted the urge to strangle both Finn and that dumb gospel singer. Stomping to her boyfriend, she pouted, and said,
"Who am I supposed to partner up with now? How could you do this, Finn? We're supposed to be in love, and you go and do something-"
"Rachel, you work with Quinn," Finn interrupted.
"Yeah," interjected Mercedes, "Mr. Schue assigned us our partners. Don't be so dramatic, honey."
Flustered and speechless, Rachel begrudgingly dragged herself to Quinn Fabray, the cute blonde girl she envied so much. Quinn had everything. Money, beauty, a perfect body, a spot on the cheerleading team, men at her feet, everything that Rachel tried so hard to have. It wasn't fair that Quinn was so perfect, and didn't even have to try. It wasn't fair at all. Rachel plopped down into the seat next to Quinn, who was too busy texting some boy or another to notice. Rachel cleared her throat. Quinn glanced up from her phone. "Just a second, Rachel." the blonde laughed.
Immediately Rachel didn't feel so resentful. She instead just smiled and waited. Quinn had a way of making everyone smile, no matter what. Rachel concluded that, for the moment, Quinn was all right. Quinn finished her text- "gtg, ttyl"- and put her phone into the pocket of her tight black jeans. Rachel couldn't help but admire the way those jeans accentuated every little detail of the other girl's long, slim legs. "Okay, Rachel," Quinn instructed, "we just have to practice dancing with partners for the graduation number. It's really easy. C'mon." Quinn stood up.
Rachel had forgotten that the upperclassmen would be graduating in only a month, leaving her and the other juniors to rot at McKinley for another year. She stood and put her hands around Quinn's waist, prompting a giggle from the other girl, who out her hands around Rachel's neck. Quinn and Rachel began to move their feet, dancing back and forth, only inches between their burning bodies. Suddenly, the awkward pair of Puck and Tina bumped into the girls, pushing Quinn and Rachel together. Before Rachel knew it, her hands had slid underneath Quinn's boyfriend tee, and halfway up her warm back. Unable to stop, herself, Quinn moaned loudly. Rachel's touch was practically electric.
Rachel gasped, and apologized immediately.
"Oh, God, Quinn, I'm so sorry! That was an accident!"
Quinn smiled and winked at Rachel. "Don't apologize, Berry. Maybe I enjoyed it."
Rachel blushed and let go of Quinn just as Mr. Schuester called "scene". The blonde and the brunette stared deeply into each other's eyes, each feeling something entirely foreign to themselves. Rachel could feel her core growing warm and her pussy growing wet. Quinn's nipples began to visibly harden. Before they could satisfy their newfound desires, Mr. Schuester was handing them their bags and pushing them out the door, telling them to hurry before the storm got any worse. Of course, the girls were unaware of any storm other than the one raging inside of them right now.