Thanks for RPing with me. xD But I might have to leave soon to go to sleep. Monday’s tomorrow and I have to get up early.
But yes… Any plots you’re dying to try? I didn’t personally have anything in mind. Thought we could brainstorm maybe, unless you have a better idea :)
Oh no problem, that’s totally fine with me. And hm… canon finchel is fine with me, unless you want to explore some au settings. I’m open with anything, really. :)
theres-a-method-to-my-madness:
theres-a-method-to-my-madness:
Where did Quinny go?
Where the fuck is she? Also have you seen Hudson.
ooc; Our Finn left since our admin gave up. Still not sure if I should deactivate mine or not? :/
ooc: lol shit well that sucks, our admin left, we got no Finn nor Brittany, Santana just left us too and Kurt and Sam have been MIA for a while. I think its safe to say we’re fucked.
ooc; Well I guess it was fun while it lasted.. to bad, I really liked this rp :(
theres-a-method-to-my-madness:
Where did Quinny go?
Where the fuck is she? Also have you seen Hudson.
ooc; Our Finn left since our admin gave up. Still not sure if I should deactivate mine or not? :/
Where did Quinny go?
Not particularly sure why, but I’m all smiles and gleefulness today. I think I’ll go make some sugar cookies to channel theses emotions properly. :) :) :) :)
Hello there, I’m not so sure if I have to get into much in-depth introductions for you’ve probably heard my name once or twice, but it’s Rachel Berry! I have some signs around campus promoting my upcoming role in Stanford’s production of Evita, and I’m a Broadway starlet in the making. That is, you do go to Stanford, correct? And it’s a pleasure to meet you, of course.
His lips had detached them selves to her neck, his fingers moving in a steady pace, just wanted to give her a chance to get used to his touch. But knowing that he wasn’t the smaller of sizes, he knew he needed to prepare her body for the pressure, especially since she hadn’t done this before. Adding a third finger, he groaned quietly, the way her tight walls pressed into them was driving him crazy. His eyes rolled back in his head when he suddenly felt her small hand on his covered erection, touching him gently but still with enough force to make his mind fuzzy. He moaned, his breath getting heavier as he gently bucked his hips, pressing closer her hand.
But then she stopped touching him and he could feel her body get a little tense. Slowing down, he pulled his fingers out, his thumb still gently running over her clit as he pulled back to stare down at her, searching her eyes. “You okay?” He murmured quietly. “You wanna stop?” If she was starting to come to her senses, starting to realize she didn’t want this, he would back off in a second. It didn’t matter how much he wanted this, wanted her. He wasn’t going to take advantage of her.
It took a moment for Rachel to snap out of her delusions, but she refocused her eyes back on Finn. “I, uh, no. Don’t stop but… is this… okay with you?” she glanced down at the hand that was residing on his material-covering cock. She wanted it so badly- she could practically taste the sweetness watering in her mouth. Her center was getting extremely irritated by not having a release, and if there wasn’t anything to soothe her hormones quickly, she’d be spilling over the edge. “I- I really want this Finn.” She was begging him.
Using her other free hand, she tousled the skin behind his ear. Her finger ran soft touches down his neck, and before she could stop herself, she was leaning closer and closer to Finn’s face. Their noses made contact, and she was left to stare into Finn’s eyes. They were brown, russet, and had tiny little golden specks skirting the edge of his pupil. “You know, you can kiss me if you want to,” her soft voice carried out before she could take anything back.
Quinn’s mouth dropped in surprise when she heard that Rachel hooked up with Finn. “You what?” she asked, still in shock and her eyes widened as the brunette continued on. Shaking her head, she mumbled, “I can’t believe this.” She wasn’t mad about it, she was just overly surprised that Rachel of all people would have a random hookup with some guy at a party. It didn’t seem like her. “Do you regret it?” she had to ask, hoping her friend didn’t, but wanted to know just in case. Personally, it would be something Quinn would regret, especially since she was still a virgin unless she really liked the guy. So who knows, maybe Rachel really does like him.
Rachel could tell by the tone in Quinn’s voice that she wasn’t mad. She sighed a sigh of relief just at that thought, but when her friend asked her that question, it took her longer than not to respond. “The thing is, Quinn, I don’t know. It was great and beautiful and lovely and just mind blowing. I didn’t know that something could feel that good, but dissapear so fast. It’s like I don’t regret doing it, but in a way I regret that I’m not regretting it. I feel like maybe he doesn’t feel the same way; maybe it didn’t mean as much to him as it meant to me?” Rachel hoped Quinn would understand where she was coming from. Right now, all she need was for someone to understand her and figure her out, because honestly, she wasn’t really at that point herself.
He ran his tongue over her nipples, teasing the hard nubs softly, enjoying the way she responded to his touch. Sure, he knew his way around the bedroom, he had lost his virginity at 16 and had been fairly active since then, but it was something different about the way she sounded. The way she moved. It was more, more than those other times. He hadn’t been this turned on, by anyone else before. He hadn’t felt the need to be so close, to feel every part of her against him. He had always known the girl for at least a couple of weeks before sleeping with her, but this, this was just… Different. He looked at her and just, felt this rush of intense emotions. He felt her tiny hand cover his that was resting on her stomach, and guided it down to the area between her legs. His eyes were locked with hers, searching them gently as she begged him softly to touch her. She hadn’t done this before, it was obvious. And if she trusted him enough to give him something so important as her virginity, he made a vow to himself to make it as good for her as possible.
So he placed a soft kiss on her lips, as his fingers gently moved in between her trembling thighs, her legs spreading a bit to give him more access. He kept his eyes locked with hers, wanting to see her reaction to his touch. She was practically soaked and his chock throbbed in his boxers, but he needed to focus on her. He ran the pad of his thumb around her clit before pressing softly on the hard nub, making her arch against him, whimpering. One of his long fingers found her opening, teasing the wet skin for a moment before slipping inside her heat. He curled in softly, stroking her walls, before he started to move it in and out in a slow pace, not wanting to put to much pressure on her body. But when she started begging between moans, her body trembling close to the edge, he let another finger enter her, preparing her for what was to come.
There were no words to describe what kind of state Rachel Berry was in now. There were two, long and slender fingers buried deep within her core, pumping and thrusting in a rhythmic motion and god.. why had she been such a prude before? This feeling was something she wished she could have a dose of daily, maybe something she could add into her after hours regime.
There was also this connection she felt as his fingers continued to assault her dripping center. Like they were being reeled in, closer, creating some sort of bond.
It was then that she realized that Finn’s jeans were extremely tented in one particular region, and the fabric was most certainly putting Finn in a compromising condition. Trying her best to detach herself from the feeling of a third finger being added to he mix, Rachel slowly crept her hand to cup him through his tented jeans. She gingerly stroked his erection between fabric, and his moans increased rapidly. But then she stopped suddenly. Her previous attempt at pleasing Finn hadn’t gone down well, and yes, to be honest, Rachel was extremely curious to see his… er, man parts, but what if he didn’t want her to? Did Finn have something against her touching him? Maybe she was being paranoid, but the thought sent her hand to freeze up on the his jeans. Was he not enjoying this as much as she was?
Hey guys, just wanted to let you know that I’m not gonna be on today. I’ll most likely reply to our paras tomorrow! :)
“Don’t do that…” He said softly as he had gotten her skirt of as well, and her hands gently moved to cover her self from him. He took her wrist gently and moved it to him, letting her hand rest on the back of his neck as he stared up into her eyes. “You’re beautiful…” He said in the same quiet, soft tone, his eyes filling with several emotions as he slowly moved up and back over her, his face lingering close to hers. His fingers gently started unbuttoning the last buttons of her top, his other hand brushing against the side of her face. “So beautiful…” He murmured, kissing both corners of her mouth before helping her remove the top completely. His eyes darkened slightly as he looked down at her breasts, the bra she was wearing doing a terrible job to cover the soft flesh up. He decided to finish undressing her, and unhooked the bra tenderly, moving it away as well. The breath caught in his throat as he lowered his mouth to her breasts, his tongue brushing over a hard nipple. He groaned a little when she let out a soft moan, and her hips arched into his, her heat pressing against his jeans. Man, he needed to get these pants off, now.
But when his hands moved to take care of it, she stopped him, before her hands took over, pushing them down. He kicked them away from his ankles before he felt her warm hands run up his muscular back, underneath the fabric of his t-shirt. He shivered at the contact, his mouth back against hers, his tongue running over her own. Feeling her tugging at the fabric, he lifted his upper body and allowed her to pull the shirt over his head. He lowered back against her, moaning softly as her breasts pushed up against his bare chest. There was no way he was backing down now.
She didn’t think it was remotely possible to be even more turned on, but at this point, her reactions were reaching complete storm level. With each button that was being unraveled, her breath quickened and the anticipation grew. Once Finn finished the task, she swung it up and over her body, much like she’d previously done with another garment of clothing. Rachel was completely and utterly naked now, with nothing to hide the raging red blush that was taking over of her whole body. This feeling was new to her, and although she was still shell-shocken to admit, she’d never had sex. She’d gone close with her previous ex, Jesse St James, but she had brushed him off, using the excuse of “A Star Needs Her Beauty Sleep curfue” to her advantage. In reality, Rachel had been afraid, too overwhelmed by the concept of sex. But with Finn, it was different. She didn’t feel scared, nor did she even dwell on the consequence like she had done in previous attempts. No, Rachel was merely turned on by the actions of Finn, and with all he was reducing her to, there was no way she was going to stop.
Finn rolled her right nipple between his finger tips, and oh god, this was not real life. “I.. ung, Finn…” she moaned as she arched into his touch. Taking this as a reassuring push, he placed his mouth tentatively on the mound of flesh, sucking and swiveling his tongue around her breast. He moved on to her next breast, treating it with the same conditions. But she was hungry for more. She guided his hand slowly to her aching center, and looked up at him tentatively. “Touch me, right here.” To be honest, she didn’t know what she was doing. Everything was on impulse now, and the adorable man infront of her wasn’t helping the situation at all.
Was it wierd that she was envisioning a future with Finn? Was it just plain crazy that she could just picture him in the audience now while she’s going up on stage to recieve her first Tony, him with a bouqet of flowers and her with him included in her “thank you” speech? It frightened her more than not that she had become so tethered to one person in such a short amount of time.
He searched her eyes as she answered, and even though her voice was kind of unsure, he could see that she did, indeed, want him. The way she was acting, the gentle way her fingers were moving over his clothed chest made him assume she hadn’t been with many guys before. Maybe not at all. And if so, was she really just going to throw her virginity away to the first guy who was nice to her? No, she didn’t seem like that kind of person. Then again, he had only really met her that day. But something about her, about the way she made him feel, made him feel like he had known her for so much longer. That he knew her. And even though a part of him wanted to stop this, just so she wouldn’t regret it in the morning, he couldn’t bring him self to pull away.
His lips gently touched her neck, slowly moving lower as his fingers brushed the hem of her top. He pushed the material upwards and his lips soon replaced it, placing soft wet kisses against the warm skin. He felt her fingers in his hair, and he could see her breathing quicken, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Tracing the tip of his tongue around her belly button, he was received by a moan, which only made him want more. His fingers moved her short skirt higher, and his mouth brushed against her inner thigh, feeling the heat from her core, making his erection throb in his boxers. His jeans were still on but the button was undone, giving him some relief. Glancing up at her, he hesitated for another moment. If he didn’t back off now, he knew he wouldn’t be able to. But then she started to beg him, and the thoughts of ending it disappeared as he hooked his fingers into her panties, and pulled them down. Letting them drop somewhere, he kissed his way up her abdomen once again, before reaching her mouth, while his fingers started to work with the buttons of her top. He needed to feel her body against his, and he needed it now.
She didn’t think it was remotely possible to be even more turned on, but at this point, her reactions were reaching complete storm level. With each button that was being unraveled, her breath quickened and the anticipation grew. Once Finn finished the task, she swung it up and over her body, much like she’d previously done with another garment of clothing. Rachel was completely and utterly naked now, with nothing to hide the raging red blush that was taking over of her whole body. This feeling was new to her, and although she was still shell-shocken to admit, she’d never had sex. She’d gone close with her previous ex, Jesse St James, but she had brushed him off, using the excuse of “A Star Needs Her Beauty Sleep curfue” to her advantage. In reality, Rachel had been afraid, too overwhelmed by the concept of sex. But with Finn, it was different. She didn’t feel scared, nor did she even dwell on the consequence like she had done in previous attempts. No, Rachel was merely turned on by the actions of Finn, and with all he was reducing her to, there was no way she was going to stop.
Finn rolled her right nipple between his finger tips, and oh god, this was not real life. “I.. ung, Finn…” she moaned as she arched into his touch. Taking this as a reassuring push, he placed his mouth tentatively on the mound of flesh, sucking and swiveling his tongue around her breast. He moved on to her next breast, treating it with the same conditions. But she was hungry for more. She guided his hand slowly to her aching center, and looked up at him tentatively. “Touch me, right here.” To be honest, she didn’t know what she was doing. Everything was on impulse now, and the adorable man infront of her wasn’t helping the situation at all.
Was it wierd that she was envisioning a future with Finn? Was it just plain crazy that she could just picture him in the audience now while she’s going up on stage to recieve her first Tony, him with a bouqet of flowers and her with him included in her “thank you” speech? It frightened her more than not that she had become so tethered to one person in such a short amount of time.
She smiled, but that smile soon turned into a frown. There was something Rachel was leaving out and Quinn knew it. They had known each other for way too long to keep secrets, and Rachel wasn’t the best at it either. However, the blonde decided to be happy for her friend and let it go, for now. “Well that’s great. I think I talked to him a little bit, but not for very long. DId you have fun? Oh and before you answer that, I do know you are keeping something from me, but I won’t force you to tell what it is.” She shrugged her shoulders and waited for Rachel’s response. It wasn’t like it was a bad thing Quinn knew she was keeping a secret, because even if they were best friends, somethings were best left untold. However, she wasn’t going to pretend like she knew nothing.
“I hooked up with him, Quinn.” the words came out like a bullet, and there was no taking back the words that had come out instantaneously out of her mouth. Covering her lips with her hand, she let in a breath. Oh god, there was no turning back now. “You what?” she heard her friend cry in surprise, voice raising a few octaves. “I, we had sexual intercourse Quinn,” she spoke in an exasperated tone, eyes pleading for her to understand. Understand where she was coming from, understand all the misconceptions she might take from those simple words.
He searched her eyes as she answered, and even though her voice was kind of unsure, he could see that she did, indeed, want him. The way she was acting, the gentle way her fingers were moving over his clothed chest made him assume she hadn’t been with many guys before. Maybe not at all. And if so, was she really just going to throw her virginity away to the first guy who was nice to her? No, she didn’t seem like that kind of person. Then again, he had only really met her that day. But something about her, about the way she made him feel, made him feel like he had known her for so much longer. That he knew her. And even though a part of him wanted to stop this, just so she wouldn’t regret it in the morning, he couldn’t bring him self to pull away.
His lips gently touched her neck, slowly moving lower as his fingers brushed the hem of her top. He pushed the material upwards and his lips soon replaced it, placing soft wet kisses against the warm skin. He felt her fingers in his hair, and he could see her breathing quicken, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Tracing the tip of his tongue around her belly button, he was received by a moan, which only made him want more. His fingers moved her short skirt higher, and his mouth brushed against her inner thigh, feeling the heat from her core, making his erection throb in his boxers. His jeans were still on but the button was undone, giving him some relief. Glancing up at her, he hesitated for another moment. If he didn’t back off now, he knew he wouldn’t be able to. But then she started to beg him, and the thoughts of ending it disappeared as he hooked his fingers into her panties, and pulled them down. Letting them drop somewhere, he kissed his way up her abdomen once again, before reaching her mouth, while his fingers started to work with the buttons of her top. He needed to feel her body against his, and he needed it now.
Groaning appreciatively, Rachel positioned her body so it was facing his, her breasts rubbing up against the material of his soft jersey tee. Her nipples pebbled instantly, and she let out a moan as Finn’s eyes bulged, forming an ‘O’ shape with his mouth. Right now, Rachel wasn’t thinking about her actions, nor the consequences that were sure to ensue. All she needed was a release from the way her body was reacting to Finn’s gentle touch. His hair was mussed up now as she ran her hands through his hair, fingering the tips of each strand. She reached up and gave him one more passionate kiss before laying down on the bed, facing upwards towards him. Finn had seemed like he knew what he was doing, and since she was far from it, she surrendered to him, putting herself vulnerable to his doing.
His hands were now rubbing uncharted territory, teasing the edges of her soaked panties. His brown russet eyes seeked hers for permission, and she let out a chaste nod. She lifted her body up, helping him take the underwear off, flinging it across somewhere in the vicinity of the room. Her whole bottom half was barren now, and Finn’s eyes were staring intently on her aching core. Cheeks blushing, she tried covering it up with her hands, looking away in embarrasment.
welcome to stanford university. it is the beginning of a new school year with drama unfolding amongst several students. can they survive or will it become too much to handle?
set ships are finchel, quick, kum, and brittana.
character list: (available/
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rachel berryfinn hudsonquinn fabraynoah puckermansam evanskurt hummelsantana lopezbrittany pierce- male oc (alex pettyfer)
- female oc (vanessa hudgens/open)
please read all of the rules and bios before applying. other characters will become available once these are taken. remember, this is an au roleplay so you can go in which ever direction with your character as long as it follows the short bio.
Quinn nodded her head slowly, wondering what sort of conversation the two had. She knew he must have hit on Rachel, who wouldn’t? The brunette was absolutely gorgeous in her eyes, and anyone would be silly not to see it. But seeing as Rachel didn’t want to push that subject any further, Quinn dropped it as well. Mainly because she honestly didn’t want to know if Puck had hit on her best friend. For some reason, the thought gave her an unsettling feeling, which was weird but didn’t surprise her all the same.
Sighing, she shook her head but was soon caught off guard when she heard what Rachel said next. “You were?” she asked and raised her eyebrows ever so slightly, “Who’d you go with and why didn’t you tell me so we could’ve met up or something?” It wasn’t like the blonde was angry, no quite the opposite. She was more or less genuinely curious about what went down with Rachel and whomever she went with because Quinn knew the brunette wouldn’t go to a party alone.
Laughing a little, she continued, “I wish I could’ve seen you at a party. I never expected you, or me to go to one. Like ever.” They weren’t exactly party people, so it did come as a shock. Although she was still happy for her friend because Rachel must’ve had some fun.
There was an internal battle of turmoil churning up in her body. Should she tell, or should she not? Finally Rachel decided that lies would do no help to their current situtation. She had to tell her, or she’d never forgive herself. “Do you know Finn Hudson? He’s the quarterback, the star quarterback actually, quite the talent I must say. I ran into him at the library and he offered to take me to the party because he was heading the same direction. He’s Noah’s close friend, from what I presume. I, yeah. We had fun,” she trailed off at the end of the sentence, leaving it empty ended.
His eyes widened a little, but his jeans tightened further at her suggestion, and he couldn’t not follow her when she took his hand and pulled him inside the dark room. What the hell was he doing? She obviously didn’t do these things a lot, and he felt like he should be a good guy and take her home. That was who he was. But then she accidentally touched him and all thoughts left his head as he groaned. She started to apologize but he grabbed her hips and pulled her against him, his breath hot on her neck as he rested his mouth a few inches from her skin, his erection pushing up against her back. He was just going to try say her name when she dropped down onto her knees, and he tensed, his cock turning rock hard of just having her face close. She started to drag his zipper down and he moaned helplessly, his hips bucking forwards. But then he opened his eyes, and swallowed, and instead of demanding a blow job, like any of his friends would have in that situation, he stepped back a little, taking her hand.
“Hey…” He pulled her up on her feet, and gently cupped her face again. Even through the dark, he could still see the innocent, embarrassed look in her eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but found that he really didn’t know what to say. So instead he gave into the urge and kissed her again, one of his hands moving into her hair, fingers tangling. He easily lifted her up in his arms and felt her legs wrap around his waist while she hugged him closely around his neck. He stumbled blindly over to the bed, and made sure not to put all his weight on her when they fell down on it. He kissed her hungrily, his fingers brushing against the side of her breast. When she moaned, he gently pulled back and stared down at her, his chest heaving. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” He whispered softly.
Rachel cheeks blushed scarlet as Finn pulled her up from her stance on the ground. In all honesty, she was glad Finn had stopped her from her urges. She had let herself go ahead of herself, and she was glad that they were taking things slower now. But she could only think. Was there something wrong with her? Most guys would take advantage of her, doing anything to get some sexual interaction. Finn had done quite the opposite, and it was getting her slightly worried. There had to have been something wrong with her. Maybe her sexual libido didn’t quite meet his standards. Or maybe she bit him. It had to be that, because she had an issue with biting people while lip locking. “Sorry, did I bite you? If I did it’s not intentional, really-” but he cut her off, veering her into another scorching kiss.
Rachel shuddered as his hand started roaming around her upper body, and she groaned appreciatively as his fingers teased the undersides of her breasts. ”I, yes. I’m ready. Are, uh, are you?” Rachel had never felt so confident in her decision than she did now, even as she said the words in a slight stutter. The things Finn Hudson could reduce her to. In fact, she didn’t know it was even possible to become this emotionally attached to someone in such a short period of time; Finn had proved her concious wrong, in all his brown eyed, hunky, gentle presence. Finn was peppering a trail of kisses down her stomach now, around her abdomen, and by the insides of her thighs. “Finn please,” she groaned, wanting his hands to touch her more, and all over.
Quinn could sense the hesitation in her friend’s voice, and it made her wonder a little. How much did Rachel already know? No, Quinn told herself. Rachel wasn’t even at the party, or so she thought so there was no way that she would know unless word got out. This was just her friend being concerned that Quinn gave away something so important like a first kiss to some random guy at a party. To reassure the brunette, Quinn smiled, “It was…amazing. I probably shouldn’t say that, but it was. You uh- know Puck, right? Or at least heard of him, right?” Okay, so maybe telling Rachel that her first kiss was with Puck wasn’t the best idea. It didn’t sound so great hearing it herself because knowing this guy’s rep, it wasn’t anything special to him like it was to her.
”I may have heard the name once or twice,” Rachel said nonchalantly, leaving out the fact that she knew he had a mowhawk, and was Jewish born much like her self. “He added me on tumblr, and we had a short-lived conversation.” She also decided that she would disregard the fact that he had tried to hit on her. It probably didn’t mean anything anyways, seeing as the “Noah” kid had that kind of reputation. But gosh, the feeling of not completely telling the truth to her one and only best friend was killing her inside, and she decided to let loose. “So, uh, Quinny, I have a confession to make. I was at the party too,” Rachel spoke, her voice lowering octaves as the sentence came to a close. Admittedly, it’s not like Quinn would respond in sheer anger, no, her friend wasn’t that kind of person. She was just afraid that Quinn would prod into the situation deeper, uncovering the hidden facts behind her night spent with Finn. That, however, was one topic she was still a little skeptical about enlightening Quinn about.
He followed her fingers pattern against his arm with his eyes, feeling his skin burn hot wherever she gently stroked. Lifting his eyes to meet hers, he knew they had darkened, and he could feel the familiar bulge forming in his jeans. Because the way she was looking up at him now, the innocent yet lust filled look in her eyes, the way he could smell strawberries from standing so close to her, and of course the way her fingers trailed over him, like she was exploring him, all those things were driving him crazy. He reached out and placed his big hands on her tiny hips, and slowly, starting to feel slightly light headed, he backed her up against the wall next to Ricky’s guest bedroom. His breathing was picking up as he pressed her against his body and the wall, his eyes wide and confused as he searched hers, trying to figure out who she was and what she was doing to him. Leaning down, he gently kissed the corner of her mouth, his hands sliding up her sides. He pulled back a small inch, making sure he didn’t see any resistance in her brown eyes, before he closed the space between them, pressing his mouth against hers. He let out a quiet groan when his tongue entered her mouth and he got to taste her, his hands moving up to cup her face as he deepened the kiss, his hips moving closer against hers. His mind was fuzzy, and while he usually didn’t make out with tiny freshman girls he had known for a day, he couldn’t pull away.
The moment Finn’s lips met hers, there was something that could only be described as utter euphoria. The taste of their juices intermingling was making her hungry for more, and she let out a soft wimpering noise as his tongue barged through. Her hands were all over now, sliding down his sides, and back up again. Finally, they separated from the passionate kiss, letting in shallow breaths of air. Finn’s face was merely a couple inches from her face, and he had her up against the wall, panting heavily. “Do you wanna, I mean, let’s go in,” Rachel stumbled on her words, referring to the empty guest bed room. Without waiting for a response, Rachel tugged his hand alongside her, leading him into the bed room. The lights were turned off however, and the pitch blackness of the room set her slightly off balance. She turned back abruptly to find the light switch, but was greeted by the muffled groans of Finn. Not having realized he was that close behind her, she had whacked her hand against the form of Finn. “OH! I’m so sorry Finn,” her voice came out slightly out of concern, but before she could get too worked up about it, her whole body frame was brought back against Finn’s. Rachel back was now pressed tightly to his front, and there was a twitching hardness on the small of her back. Realizing that Finn had moaned not out of pain, but of arousal, Rachel let in a small gasp. Her core was wettening and waiting for a release, soaking through the thin layer of cloth covering it. Slowly turning back to face Finn, she got on her knees, reaching for the zipper on his jeans. Wafting her eyes up to his for approval, she realized it was too dark to make out the emotion in his face. But when he bucked his hips in her direction, she took that as a yes, continuing to slowly drag the zipper lower and lower. This was honestly not like her, having sexual interactions with a man she wasn’t even dating, plus the fact that she’d only known him for the timespan of less than a week. But her heart was overruling the whirlwind in her brain, and her heart told her to go for it.
When Rachel asked about the party, Quinn’s attention snapped away from the movie almost immediately. The party had been interesting, to say the least, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to tell her friend everything. Although it was probably best if she did.
“Well,” Quinn began with a smile, “I had my first shot, and we danced a little, and started to play my first game of pool.” Her voice faded off softly. She wasn’t sure if bringing up the kiss, well several kisses was a good idea. Especially since she was getting engaged, although Rachel knew that Quinn wasn’t happy about the whole arranged marriage ordeal. Sighing, she finished in a soft whisper, so quiet, it was barely heard, “I had my first kiss.” It seemed pathetic that she was in college and just kissed a guy for the first time, but that was her personality. She wasn’t the type of girl who partied, or hell, even dated.
“I-, really Quinn?” she asked in surprise as her friend mentioned her first kiss. Was it with that Puckerman boy? It had to have been, he was practically attached to the blonde’s hip the whole time from what she had noticed… although Rachel was a little disappointed that her spying skills weren’t exactly up to par. When she had escaped from downstairs and up into the bed room, she was too preoccupied by Finn to even consider her original plan. Which brought Rachel to point two. Should she tell Quinn about her interactions and activities with Finn? Would it make a difference? She didn’t know if telling her would be the best idea. After all, Rachel wasn’t really sure about the whole Finn thing either. Maybe with holding the details would be best for now. “How was it? Who was it with?” she asked nervously, trying not to sound suspicious.
