you can hear those distant bells

a little less afraid

stillxmyxheart — Fri, 28 Dec 2012 01:28:23 GMT

a little less afraid - Quinn and Will; G

Will pushes tiredly into his apartment, shaking his head as he closes the door behind him, thinking back to the mess in the choir room earlier.

Smashing the trophy against the wall had probably been a bit much, but in all honesty, he'd had enough and finally snapped.

He only wishes it could've actually changed something.

He sighs again as he starts towards the living room, and then jumps, startled, when he sees Quinn curled up in the window seat with extra pillows behind her back, staring out the window at the rain, her hands resting protectively on her swollen belly.

"Quinn?" he says, frowning slightly as he sets his bag down.

She looks up at him and shakes her head. "Sorry. I used the key you gave me, I hope that's okay. I just – needed to be alone somewhere, and this was the only place I could think of."

"What's wrong?" he asks, moving to settle on the edge of the window seat beside her legs.

She sighs, glancing out at the rain again.

"Earlier today –" She pauses abruptly, taking a quick breath, and then continues. "Earlier, when we were cleaning up to the choir room, and Coach Sylvester came in, and you guys were arguing – you threw that trophy against the wall."

"I was just upset," he murmurs.

"Yeah, but it scared me, because – because it sounded just like breaking glass, and it – it made me think of my dad. The sound of – of glass breaking, and –"

She breaks off with a small gasp, and there are tears on her cheeks now, and his heart aches at being responsible for the reminder of what he's rapidly learned was not a good home life for her.

She looks at him finally, biting gently on her lip, and then shakes her head.

"I just want someone in my life that doesn't make me think of my dad. Someone who – who won't scare me like that."

"I know, Quinn," he says softly. "I don't want to scare you like that, and I'm sorry that I did."

She nods, sniffling quietly, and he lifts his hand to swipe his fingers over her cheeks.

Her hand rises to cover his, and she holds it there, closing her eyes as he gently sweeps his thumb across her skin.

A beat later he leans forward to touch a kiss to her forehead, and hears her give a shaky sigh before her arms come up around his neck and she presses her face against his shoulder.

He hugs her tightly, his hand rubbing over her back, and after a moment, he carefully pulls away and stands, murmuring, "Scoot over."

She does, shifting closer to the window, and he sits down beside her, getting comfortable before pulling her to him.

The seat is barely deep enough for the two of them, but she curls against his side, her head resting on his chest and her hands on her belly again.

He wedges a pillow behind her back, wanting her to be comfortable, and then slides his arms around her, holding her close as he drops another kiss to the top of her head.

His head falls against the wall as he stares out at the rain, gently moving his hand along her arm, and hoping he can make her a little less afraid.

forever, maybe

stillxmyxheart — Fri, 28 Dec 2012 01:23:50 GMT

forever, maybe - Quinn/Will; G

"You want some eggnog?" Will calls from the kitchen.

Quinn grimaces. "I hate eggnog."

"I thought you loved eggnog."

"I have never loved eggnog, how long have we been together, and you still can't remember that?"

"Fine," Will says as he returns to the living room. "Here's your hot chocolate, oh picky one."

"Shut up," she retorts, accepting the warm mug he hands her and then elbowing him as he settles next to her on the couch.

He grins and leans over to press a kiss to her temple before sliding his arm around her shoulders, and they slip into a comfortable silence as they stare at the Christmas tree twinkling away in the corner.

"Tomorrow's Christmas," he murmurs finally.

"Mmhmm," she hums, and then looks up at him, smiling slightly. "Our third one together."

He smiles back, lifting his hand to the back of her head as he kisses her forehead, and her head drops to his shoulder as she snuggles closer to him, raising her hot chocolate to her lips.

Another few moments pass, and then he says, "So is it Christmas Eve present time?"

She giggles and nods, shifting so he can stand.

He disappears into the bedroom, and she sits up fully, leaning forward to set her mug on the coffee table, her anxiety level rising as she waits for him to return.

A moment later he does, sinking back down onto the couch, and she takes a breath.

"Can I go first?"

He nods, smiling at her. "Sure."

"Well, you won't actually get what I have for you for a while, but I thought it'd still be a good Christmas present too."

He frowns curiously, and she smiles, biting down on her bottom lip as her hands come to rest on her stomach.

Realization begins to dawn on his face before she even speaks, but as soon as she says the words, "I'm pregnant," he smiles wider than she's ever seen and pulls her into a tight hug.

"That might be the best news I've ever heard," he murmurs into her hair, and she smiles against his shoulder, holding him tighter.

"How long?" he asks when they separate, taking her hands in his.

She smiles. "Four weeks. Due in September. I found out a few days ago, but I wanted to wait until tonight to tell you."

"This is so amazing," he says, seemingly unable to stop smiling. "And it goes really well with the present I was going to give to you."

She arches one eyebrow, though she thinks she has an idea of what he means. "Oh, really?"

"Yep."

He shifts and reaches into his pocket, withdrawing a small black box, which he then opens and turns so she can see inside.

"I was hoping maybe you'd want to wear this for a while. Forever, maybe."

"Yeah, I think forever sounds good," she agrees, her lips twitching as she plucks the diamond ring from the box and holds it up.

The corner of her mouth rises as the stone catches the light from the tree and decorations, glittering brilliantly, and he takes it from her to slip it onto her finger.

She looks down at her hand, and then up at him, tears shining in her eyes now, and he leans forward to kiss her, his fingers sliding into her hair.

"I love you," he murmurs against her mouth, and she feels his lips curve as she touches another light kiss to his mouth.

"I love you too."

He sets the ring box on the coffee table, and they shift to get more comfortable, she curling against his side, mug of hot chocolate in her hands again, as he slides his arm around her shoulders.

"It's gonna be kind of crazy," she murmurs, taking a sip of her drink. "Planning a wedding and getting ready for a baby at the same time."

He laughs quietly. "The wedding can wait, I think. The baby's got a due date; the wedding can happen any time."

She giggles and nods. "True."

Her head falls against his shoulder, and a moment later, his hand comes to rest on her stomach, making her smile again and lift her hand to cover his.

the second first kiss is the one that counts

stillxmyxheart — Fri, 28 Dec 2012 01:19:36 GMT

the second first kiss is the one that counts - Quinn/Will; G

It's almost two a.m. when his phone rings, and he fumbles it from his bedside table, squinting at the display before pushing the button to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Schue?"

He frowns. The voice on the other end is familiar; what's not familiar is the slurred way she says his name.

"Quinn?"

"Mmm, yeah," she mumbles, her voice a little muffled. "I, um – can you come get me?"

His frown deepens. "Quinn, are you drunk?"

"I think so. Just a little bit."

There's a pause, and then she giggles.

"Focus," he says, torn between amusement and concern. "Where are you?"

"Um. Gomer."

He holds back a sigh as he stands to find something to wear; Gomer's right on the edge of town.

"Where, exactly?"

"Diller. Hang on."

He hears what sounds like footsteps on grass, and realizes she's outside.

A moment later, her voice returns. "Okay, it's, um, 1310. Diller."

"All right, stay there. I'll be there soon."

She hangs up, and he sighs again before dressing quickly and leaving his apartment.

When he arrives at the address, it's a minute before he sees her, sitting cross-legged on the lawn of a very large house with darkened windows.

Her head is bowed so low he almost wonders if she's asleep, and he frowns as he parks along the curb, turning the ignition off and opening the door to get out.

"Quinn?" he says, trying not to be too loud.

Her head comes up, and a slow smile curves her lips. "Hey, Mr. Schue."

"Hey," he says, giving her a small smile in return. "Okay, up you get so I can take you home."

"No," she protests, scowling as she allows him to pull her to her feet. "I don't wanna go home. I don't wanna listen to my mom's bullshit."

"So where else can I take you?" he asks as they start across the lawn, his arm tight around her waist. "Tina's, maybe?"

"No," she says again, sounding increasingly petulant. "Take me home with you. I can just – just like, sleep on the couch."

"Quinn, I don't think –"

"It's either your place," she says, her voice rising slightly, starting to resist him a little bit, "or I sleep on this person's really soft lawn."

"Okay, okay," he says quickly, not wanting to risk them being heard. "Just come on."

He gets her into his car, and tries to hide his smile as they drive back to his apartment, listening to her as she prattles on about any and everything that comes into her mind.

When they reach his building, he moves around to open her door for her, and she stumbles as she gets out, wincing as she whacks her elbow against the door and then giggling wildly, her hair obscuring her face as her head falls forward.

"Come on," he murmurs, shaking his head as he slides his arm around her waist again.

He gets her upstairs and inside, pushing her to sit on the couch before he goes into the kitchen to get her a glass of water.

"Not thirsty," she mumbles when he returns and extends the glass to her.

"Yes, you are. Drink it."

She sighs and obeys, slowly draining the glass as he sits patiently beside her.

"Feel better?" he asks, raising his eyebrows as he takes the glass from her.

She nods. "Little bit." A pause, and then she adds, a little sheepishly, "Sorry, Mr. Schue."

He shrugs and smiles. "That's why I gave you guys my number last year, so you could call me if you needed to. I'm glad you did."

"You're a really good teacher, Mr. Schue," she murmurs, lifting her gaze to his face.

Her hair covers one eye, and he almost lifts his hand to the short blonde strands to push them behind her ear, and then stops himself.

A beat later, and without warning, she leans forward, and before he can fully register what's happening, her lips press against his in a surprisingly soft kiss.

For a split second, he wants to kiss her back, and then he catches himself, quickly setting the glass on the coffee table and raising his hands to her shoulders to gently push her away.

"Quinn?"

She stares at him, her brow creased in confusion, and then she shakes her head, pressing her fingers to her forehead.

"Beer is stupid."

A short laugh almost slips from him, but he just nods. "Yes, it is."

He stands to refill her water glass, and smiles when he returns to the living room to see her curled on the couch, her back to the room.

The glass clinks quietly as he sets it on the coffee table once more, and he grabs the blanket from over the back of the couch to spread it over her.

"Get some sleep," he murmurs.

She nods, mumbling, "Night, Mr. Schue," as she tugs the blanket up around her ears and shifts to get more comfortable.

"Night, Quinn," he replies, still smiling as he turns to walk to his bedroom, flipping off the living room light as he goes.

It's not long after she graduates from Yale that they run into each other in New York.

She's living and working there now, while he's just visiting, and he accepts her invitation to dinner without hesitation; after all, he's not her teacher anymore.

They spend most of dinner catching up on the last four years, and he smiles when their conversation finally winds down a little bit, raising his wine glass to his lips.

"I'm really proud of you, Quinn. You've done amazingly well for yourself."

She shrugs modestly. "Just finally got my shit together. Some long overdue therapy."

A grin curves her lips, and he laughs quietly.

They lapse into an easy silence, and then she grins again.

"Remember when I got drunk my senior year, and called you?"

He grins too, and nods. "Very well."

She giggles and shakes her head. "That was so horrible; I woke up feeling like death. And I couldn't even remember calling you at first, and I was so confused when I woke up on your couch."

"I could tell when I came into the living room," he says, laughing and nodding, and then raises his eyebrows. "I also remember you kissed me."

"Oh, god," she groans, covering her face with her hand, though she's laughing. "I had hoped you'd forgotten about that."

He snorts. "Please, like I'd forget about one of my favorite students kissing me. Even if she was drunk at the time."

One eyebrow is arched when she looks at him again. "I was one of your favorites?"

"Mmhmm," he hums, sipping his wine again.

"The things you find out after you leave high school."

He grins, and she shakes her head, raising her hand to flag down the waiter for their check.

"So is this the end of our night?" he asks when they're outside, hands in his pockets as he looks down at her.

"It doesn't have to be," she replies, arching an eyebrow. "I was actually thinking about asking if you wanted to come back to my place."

"Why, Miss Fabray," he teases. "I think you're drunk again."

"Not even tipsy," she counters with a grin and moves close to him, lifting her hand to the back of his neck and pushing onto her toes to touch her lips to his.

Unlike four years ago, he doesn't hesitate to kiss her back, his arm sliding around her waist as he pulls her a little closer.

She makes a contented sound against his mouth before she pulls away, licking her lips as her eyes meet his.

"I think this is the first kiss that's going to count."

He hums his agreement, and she grins again as her hand slides down his arm to weave her fingers through his.

"Let's see how many other firsts we can knock out tonight."

His lips curve and he nods, squeezing her fingers as they start down the sidewalk.

projecting

stillxmyxheart — Fri, 28 Dec 2012 01:14:16 GMT

projecting - Quinn/Will; R (sex)

Quinn shakes her head as she stalks into the hallway, her cheek still stinging from Santana's slap.

"Projecting," she mutters, starting in the direction of the bathroom. "She's just jealous."

"Quinn?"

She jumps sharply at the familiar voice saying her name, and spins to find Will standing right behind her, so close that she almost runs into him.

His hands rise to steady her, and for a moment he's holding her in place, his body mere inches from hers. She can feel his warmth, can smell his cologne when she takes a deep breath through her nose, and feels something begin to unravel inside of her.

Speaking of projecting, she thinks, giving herself a quick mental shake as she steps back.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he says, moving back a step too. "I just heard you sort of... mumbling to yourself. Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she mumbles, smoothing her hands over her skirt. "Santana and I just reunited in our customary fashion."

A small frown creases Will's brow as he looks at her a little closer, raising his hand to her chin and tilting her head slightly to the side.

"I can see that. Are you okay?" he asks again.

She moves her head from his touch, forcing a smile as she meets his gaze briefly before looking away.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I, um, didn't think you'd be here. Finn said you were in Washington on some panel or something."

Will nods. "Yeah, but I wanted to come back and see the kids at Sectionals. What about you, how's Yale?"

"It's fine," she says, flashing another quick smile.

He frowns again. "Quinn, are you sure you're okay?"

Irritation suddenly flares within her, and she scowls. "You can stop acting like my teacher, okay, I graduated. You don't have to pretend to care about me anymore."

She turns on her heel to start down the hallway, angry with herself for letting these old feelings rise again, and wanting to get away from him so they'll go away, but then his hand is on her arm, pulling her to a stop.

"I'm not pretending," he says, frowning as he comes to stand in front of her. "I've always cared about you, Quinn, I'm just trying to help."

"Yeah, well, I'm fine," she mutters, tugging her arm from his grip.

"Look, if you want to talk, give me a call. I'm back in my apartment while I'm here."

She jerks her head in a quick nod, mumbling, "Yeah, right, okay," before turning and continuing down the hall, certain he's watching her go.

A few hours later, she awakes from a restless nap, and rolls onto her back to stare up at the ceiling.

She'd been nervous about coming back to Lima for Thanksgiving, not knowing how she might feel seeing Will again, and then Finn told her that Will was off on some panel thing in Washington, D.C.

She'd been relieved, thinking that if she could go just a little longer without seeing him, maybe her feelings would vanish.

Seeing him today had thrown her for a loop, and everything she'd tried to ignore in high school was coming back full force.

After letting his name slip one too many times while she was with her psych professor at Yale, the argument about projecting had occurred, and God, how it stung to realize how right he was.

Will is her teacher, though; she can't possibly act on her feelings for him. It probably amounted to nothing more than some silly high school crush.

It's not, and you know it, her subconscious scolds. And he's not your teacher anymore.

The last thought hangs in her mind, repeating itself over and over again, and then she pushes to stand.

She moves to her suitcase and rummages around inside until she finds her favorite white dress, changes quickly, and grabs her purse from the top of her dresser.

Her mother will never notice she's gone.

Will sits on his couch, staring pensively at the TV. He's watching with only passing interest, his mind on other things.

Like Quinn Fabray.

He supposes he should have figured she would come home for the holidays, but somehow it never crossed his mind that he might see her.

She looks different somehow, even though just a few months have passed since he last saw her, but in a good way. Her hair is longer, giving her a slightly more mature look, and there's something different in the way she carries herself that he can't quite pinpoint.

He thinks about how she snapped at him earlier when he pushed her about her argument, or whatever it was, with Santana. Her irritation confused him, especially when she'd seemed completely civil just a minute prior, if a little flustered, and he still wondered if her fight with Santana was really all that was bothering her.

Connecticut looks good on her, he has to admit, and his mind drifts to her blue dress and red sweater, that thin yellow belt accentuating her slender waist.

A beat later, he groans, his head falling back as he covers his face with his hands.

"What the hell are you doing?" he mutters to his empty apartment. "She's your student."

Not anymore, his subconscious reminds him, almost in a singsong.

His hands slide to the back of his head and he opens his eyes, staring up at the ceiling as this thought circles around and around in his mind.

A sudden knocking on the front door pulls him from his thoughts and makes him jump, and he frowns as he stands, wondering who it could be.

His eyes widen slightly when he pulls the door open to reveal Quinn on the other side, and for a fleeting moment, wonders if he somehow willed her here.

"Quinn," he says, surprised. "Hey."

"Hey," she murmurs, her lips twitching in something resembling a smile. "You said to call if I wanted to talk, but, well, I hate talking on the phone, so I thought I'd just – come by. I hope that's okay."

"Yeah, it's definitely okay," he says with a quick nod. "Come on in."

He stands back, opening the door wider and then closing it after she's inside, turning to face her.

He smiles when he sees she's looking at him, and starts towards her, gesturing for her to move into the living room and letting his hand rest lightly on her waist as he walks behind her.

"Do you want something to drink?" he asks as she settles on the couch, watching her pull off her coat. She's wearing a white dress that he remembers well, and he swallows hard as she twists to lay her coat over the arm of the couch. "Or eat, maybe? I ordered pizza earlier for dinner, there's still some left."

She starts to shake her head, and then raises her eyebrows. "Could I have some water?"

"Sure," he murmurs, flashing another smile before turning to head into the kitchen.

Quinn watches him go, and then blows out a nervous breath as she pulls her skirt over her knees, trying to calm the anxious pounding of her heart.

Her burst of impulsivity had brought her all the way here, but now her confidence is beginning to fade, and she wonders if she'll be able to tell him what she feels like she needs to confess.

He returns with her water, handing her the glass before settling beside her on the couch, and she smiles her thanks as she takes a sip.

"I'm sorry about earlier," she says when she lowers the glass. "For acting all pissy. It's like Santana always knows just how to get to me. Like knowing just where to stick the dagger so it goes right between the ribs and into the heart."

She makes a stabbing, twisting motion with her hand, and grins a little when he laughs.

"So what happened, exactly? I mean, if it was serious enough for her to hit you –"

"Well," she says, shifting a little, "I sort of may have hit her first."

His eyebrows shoot up. "Then it really was serious."

"Yeah." She shrugs. "Finn picked me to mentor Kitty, and then Santana came in, saying Kitty was a bitch. I said I didn't think she was that bad, and I told her she was projecting her feelings for Kitty on to me, that she was just jealous of me, you know?"

Will nods, listening patiently, letting her get it all out like he was always good at.

"And then –"

She breaks off, frowning down at her water glass, and takes another sip before continuing.

"I learned about projecting in my psych class at Yale, and, well – I'm dating him. My psych professor."

Concern transforms Will's face, though she thinks she sees something else there too.

"Quinn –"

"The thing is," she continues, speaking over him, looking down at her hands again. "I told Santana that she was projecting, but I think the only reason I thought of that word – projecting – was because of an argument he and I had just before I left to come here."

She hesitates again, and then pushes to stand, suddenly feeling restless.

"I've talked about you, you know. With him. You and everybody, those 'getting to know you' sort of conversations, but it's like he saw more than what I thought I was really saying. He interpreted everything I thought I had pushed away, and he said that the only reason I was with him was because –"

She pauses abruptly, unable to believe she's about to admit this, and fighting the sting of tears rapidly rising in her eyes.

"It's okay, Quinn," he says quietly, his voice reassuring. "Whatever it is, it can't be that bad. You know you can always tell me anything."

She gives a short, humorless laugh, raising a hand to her face. If he knew what she was about to say, he might not be so willing to listen.

"Because," she finally says, taking a deep breath, "I was projecting my – my feelings for you onto him."

She chances a glance at his face, not knowing how to interpret what she sees there, and then pushes on, needing to get this out now that she's gotten the ball rolling.

"It – it started junior year, I think. You were so nice to me when I was pregnant, sort of like the one person I knew was always on my side, and I don't know how, but my feelings just like – exploded or something, and I had this crush on you, and I always kind of wished, or wondered, I guess, if you felt the same, but I know that's ridiculous."

She's rambling now, and can feel his eyes on her, but he's so quiet, and she can't bear to look at him, doesn't want to see rejection there, or worse, pity.

A beat passes, and she shakes her head, moving to snatch her coat and purse from the couch.

"I'm sorry," she mumbles, hating the tremor of emotion in her voice. "I shouldn't have come here. This was a mistake."

She hurries for the front door, needing to get out of here and wondering if it's possible to book a last minute flight back to New Haven for tomorrow morning, and hears him stand, hears his voice behind her.

"Quinn, wait –"

He catches her at the door with his hand on her arm, and turns her to face him.

She stares at his chest, still not able to meet his eyes, and he lifts his hand to her chin, tipping her head up with his fingers.

His eyes search hers, and her heart leaps at the slight curve of his lips.

"It's not a mistake," he says softly, his thumb drifting over the edge of her jaw.

She stares at him a moment, hyperaware of his thumb still stroking her skin, how close he is to her and the warmth of his body.

Her fingers twitch, and then she throws caution to the winds, dropping her coat and purse to the floor as she takes his face in her hands, pulling him to her for a kiss.

He kisses her back, his fingers sliding into her hair, and then she pulls away slightly, taking a breath as her hands fall to his shoulders.

She's not sure where this is going, though she's very aware of what her body is telling her it wants, and if she's honest with herself, she's not inclined to ignore it, especially after so long of wanting it.

His hand drifts to her neck, thumb sweeping over her throat, and her eyelashes flutter when he brushes his lips over her forehead.

His hand moves again, thumb pressing gently against the underside of her jaw, and she lifts her head, meeting his eyes once more.

Her mouth falls open slightly at the look on his face, and then his lips are on hers again, sucking on her bottom lip and making her moan.

She gasps softly when he pushes her against the door, and her brow creases slightly as deepens the kiss, sliding her tongue against his.

She grips his shirt to pull him closer, needing his body right against hers, and hears him breathe her name between kisses.

"Bedroom," she whispers, nipping at his bottom lip and grinning when she feels his lips curve.

His fingers curl around hers, and he leads her to his bedroom, closing the door behind them and moving towards her, bending his mouth to hers once more.

His hand rests on her hip, holding her close, and after a minute her hand covers his, moving it to the tie holding her dress together.

A grin lifts the corner of his mouth, and they both look down to watch his fingers pluck apart the bow.

Her dress loosens, not quite falling open, but giving him a glimpse of her body, showing him that she's only wearing panties underneath.

A sigh slips from him as he stares at her, his eyes on the just visible swells of her breasts. The fact that she's braless isn't anything new; she did that plenty when wearing all of those dresses in high school, but now he can look without feeling guilty, and her gentle smile tells him she's not at all uncomfortable under his gaze.

His fingers itch to touch her, and he reaches one hand forward, slowly slipping it between the halves of her dress, sighing again when his fingertips brush against the smooth skin of her stomach.

He lays his palm flat against it, feeling the slight rise and fall as she breathes, and then lets his hand slide to her side and around her waist, pulling her to him, loving the way her hand rises to grip his arm.

He can feel her breasts on his chest now, knows that her dress has fallen completely open, but his eyes are only on her face, scanning her hazel eyes.

Her smile hasn't wavered, and he lifts his other hand to her face, fingertips ghosting over her cheek before he pushes her hair behind her ear and lowers his mouth to hers again.

His hand falls to the strap of her dress, and he slowly pushes it from her shoulder. She moves her arm, shrugging that side of the dress off completely, and his hand drops to her breast, squeezing gently, feeling the hard peak of her nipple against his palm, and hearing her quiet moan as he passes his thumb over it.

"Lie down," he murmurs, his lips brushing hers.

He moves back a step, and she lets her dress fall off the rest of the way before sinking onto the bed and scooting back until she's against the pillows.

Her teeth press against her bottom lip as she watches him undress, feeling a small flutter in her stomach.

Over the past month and a half, she's had sex three times with her professor, bringing her grand total of sexual encounters up to four. She's a little bit more knowledgeable about her body now, has a little bit more experience, but she's still anxious because of how badly she wants this with Will.

More than anything, she just doesn't want to disappoint him.

He strips to his underwear and climbs onto the bed, moving up her body until he's over her.

She smiles up at him, and he bends to kiss her, his hand returning to her breast, squeezing and kneading, pinching the nipple between his fingers and making her arch into his touch.

Part of him wonders if she's done this with her professor at Yale, though he doesn't want to think about that at the moment.

He just hopes that she's his now, because the crush went both ways; he just had to hide his feelings, push them back and lock them away, because to act on them would have been inappropriate, not to mention illegal.

But she's here, with him in a way he only ever fantasized about in his darkest dreams, and he wants to keep her, to calculate exactly how far it is between Washington and New Haven so they can visit on weekends, to know just how much time they'll have together before they have to separate once more.

He doesn't want to think about what will happen when he has to come back to Lima, but he has her now; it's not worth it to spend time worrying about what might happen when the future's so far away.

His hand slides down her body to drift between her legs, and he strokes her through her panties, feeling the fabric grow wetter as he presses it against her.

She moans into his mouth, her legs spreading as her hips push against his hand, and he grins a little as he moves to kiss her neck, letting the quiet sounds she makes fill his ears as his fingers slip under her panties.

"Oh god," she gasps, her head tipping back when he pushes one finger inside of her.

He smiles against her skin, and then scrapes his teeth over her throat, following it with his tongue, and forcing a high-pitched sound from her.

"God, Will, please," she begs, her hand dropping between them to push at the waist of his boxers.

He laughs softly, loving the way his name sounds on her lips, and pushes to his knees, reaching for the waist of her panties to tug them down her legs.

His boxers follow, and he stretches out over her again, gently pushing her legs apart with one hand on her thigh.

His hand slides underneath her to lift her hips slightly, lightly gripping her backside as he slowly pushes inside of her, and he groans at the sensation, at how good she feels.

Her hands rise to grip his arms, and he shifts the hand on her backside to brace against the mattress, keeping her leg hooked over his arm as he begins to move.

Her mouth is open, gaze lowered to watch him slide in and out of her, and he lowers his body to hers, kissing up her chest until he can nudge her jaw with his nose, tipping her head up so he can kiss her.

She kisses him back in between quick, hot breaths against his mouth, and he lets his forehead rest against hers as he continues to move, rolling his hips and pushing deep.

Maybe they could've done this while she was still at McKinley, thrown all concerns about legality and propriety out the window, but he doesn't think it would've been as good with that kind of guilt and anxiety hanging over their heads.

People will still frown upon it, but it doesn't matter now. They're not doing anything wrong, and he thinks waiting has made this even better.

Her hands move to his back as he shifts to brings his legs up slightly, pushing hers further apart, and he feels her teeth graze his shoulder as he lowers his head into the curve of her neck.

She's not exactly vocal, but she's not completely silent either, the occasional muttered yes or swear word falling from her lips in between gasps and whimpers as her fingers press into his back, holding him tightly.

He can feel his orgasm close, and he pushes up onto his hands, needing to make her come before he does.

He shifts to support himself on one hand, and lets her leg fall to the bed as he brings his other hand between them, rubbing his fingers against her clit as he keeps up the movement of his hips.

A slightly strangled fuck slips from her before her mouth falls open, her head tipping back as her hands drop to the bed.

The last time she'd slept with her professor was the first time she'd had an orgasm that wasn't brought on by her own hands between her legs, but if the jolts of pleasure delivered by Will's fingers, tingling all the way to her toes, are any indication, this is going to be much better than any she's had yet.

She swears once more, vaguely aware of her own voice gasping yes over and over again, and then she's coming hard, gripping the sheets in her fingers as her back arches, her toes curling so tight they almost hurt.

It hits him that she's never looked more beautiful than she does right now, so exposed and vulnerable, and above all, so trusting, and he swears as he comes, crying out and gritting his teeth as his head falls forward.

He drops to one elbow, his head still bowed as he runs his hand through his hair, waiting for his body to calm.

After a moment, he lowers himself further, shifting down and bringing his hand to her side, fingers splayed and pressing a little into her skin, as he touches a kiss to her stomach.

He smiles when he feels her fingers in his hair, and kisses her stomach once more before he moves to lie beside her, his hand sliding to her back as he pulls her close.

His smile mirrors hers, and he bends his head forward to kiss her forehead.

"What about your professor?" he murmurs against her skin, his thumb rubbing absently over the small of her back.

She shrugs. "It was just casual; we weren't like, exclusive or anything. Honestly, after that argument we had, I wasn't sure what things would be like when I got back." She giggles softly. "I'll just tell him I got together with a guy from school while I was home for the holidays."

"I just don't want him to take it out on your grade or something equally vindictive."

She laughs softly. "It'll be fine."

They're quiet for a moment, and then he smirks. "Now we just need to figure out how long it is to get from New Haven to D.C."

"About five and a half hours," she answers without hesitation.

He stares at her in surprise, and she lifts her gaze to his face, looking a little sheepish.

"I may have already checked after I found out that's where you were."

He laughs and holds her closer, kissing her forehead again, and then says, "Well, that's almost 12 hours round trip, which is just way too much for one day, so the only solution will be for us to stay together for a whole weekend."

"What a tragedy," she murmurs, grinning as she looks up at him again.

"I'm absolutely devastated," he replies, grinning back before pressing his lips to hers.

something even better

stillxmyxheart — Fri, 28 Dec 2012 01:00:58 GMT

something even better - Quinn and Will; G

Will looks up at the tap on his door, and smiles when he sees who it is.

"Hey, Quinn, come on in."

She smiles back as she steps inside, walking over to his desk and settling primly in one of the chairs.

"What's up?" Will asks, setting his pen down.

Quinn looks down at her hands, still smiling, and he notices the piece of paper for the first time.

"What's that?" he asks, frowning curiously.

Her smile widens. "It's my acceptance letter." She lifts her gaze to his face. "I got into Yale."

Will's eyes widen. "Really?"

She nods, laughing softly, and he pushes to stand, walking around his desk to pull her into a hug.

"That's amazing, Quinn," he murmurs, sweeping his hand over her back and smiling when she squeezes him. "I'm so proud of you."

"I'm proud of me too," she says when they pull apart, her lips curving again.

"You should be. That's seriously incredible," Will says, leaning against the edge of his desk and looking at the letter when she hands it to him. "After everything you've been through, everything life has thrown at you, you've come out on top. I always knew you would."

Her smile is gentle as she takes the letter from him. "I remember sophomore year, when everything was just so bad, and you told me that I was going to get something even better than what I had before. It's taken a while, but I think it's finally happening."

"I've always believed in you, Quinn," he says softly.

"I know," she replies, just as softly. "I think you're the only one who has, and –" She pauses, pressing her lips together, and then looks at him, her eyes shining very slightly. "Thank you for that. I appreciate it more than I can ever say."

He straightens to hug her again, and she rests her cheek on his chest as she hugs him back.

"You want to share the news with the glee club this afternoon?" he asks when they break apart.

She nods, smiling as she swipes her free hand over her eyes. "I kind of wanted to sing something too, if that's okay."

"Yeah, definitely! I can't wait to hear it."

She smiles and starts towards the door, and then pauses in the doorway before turning to look at him again.

"Thanks, Mr. Schue," she says softly.

He smiles and nods. "Any time, Quinn."

no need to worry

stillxmyxheart — Fri, 28 Dec 2012 00:56:27 GMT

no need to worry - Quinn/Will; G

Will smiles when he opens the door to see Quinn and Beth on the other side, and stands back to let them inside.

"Mommy, I wanna play," Beth declares, eyes on the toys Will got out in anticipation of their visit.

Quinn and Will both laugh, and Quinn bends to set Beth down. The little girl hurries into the living room before Quinn can remove her winter clothes, tugging her jacket and mittens off as she goes, leaving them in a small trail on the carpet.

Quinn shakes her head as she stands, and Will laughs slightly as she looks up at him.

"Hey," he says softly, still smiling as he bends to touch a kiss to her lips.

She smiles back at him when he pulls away, weaving her fingers through his, and they head into the living room, Quinn snatching Beth's coat and mittens off the floor before they settle on the couch where they can keep an eye on Beth as she plays.

A Christmas tree twinkles in the corner, and Quinn smiles again as she looks around at the decorations she helped him put up a couple weeks ago.

"How are you?" he asks, pulling her attention back to him.

It's also been a couple of weeks since school let out for Christmas vacation, which has made it much harder for Quinn and Beth to visit.

Quinn smiles. "I'm good. Things are busy. Though I have to admit, I'm actually getting more sleep now, since I'm not on such a rigid schedule of getting up for school, and getting her ready for daycare."

Will laughs a little and nods. "That's good." He pauses, and then sighs. "I miss you guys."

"I know," Quinn says softly, her smile fading as she looks down at her hands. "I miss you too. I think Beth does too, but it's hard –"

She frowns, and for a moment, looks more worried than Will's ever seen her, even when she was pregnant.

"The older she gets, the more afraid I am that she doesn't really know who you are, that you're her father. I want you two to have a relationship, I want her to know that you're her daddy, but I feel like you don't get to spend enough time with her."

Will nods, glancing at Beth where she's settled into scribbling in a coloring book before he looks back at Quinn.

"I have to admit, I worry about that too sometimes, but I think – I think it'll work out okay –"

He's cut off by a sudden exclamation of, "Daddy, look!", and he and Quinn look over to see Beth standing and holding up her coloring book, staring straight at Will with a bright smile on her face.

Quinn's breath hitches, and Will glances over to see her eyes wide and shining with tears.

"Did she just –"

Beth hurries around the coffee table to stand in front of Will, thrusting the coloring book into his hands.

"See, Daddy?"

"I – I see it, sweetheart," Will says, his voice thick with emotion as he tries to smile. "That's so good."

Beth beams, and Will swallows hard as he runs a hand over her blonde curls, feeling just like he did the day she was born and he fell in love with her during a few stolen moments with Quinn after she gave birth.

"I guess we don't need to worry," he murmurs as Beth goes back to continue coloring, looking over at Quinn and smiling a little at the tears on her cheeks.

"Guess not," she replies, and then gives a short, relieved laugh as she raises her hand to her mouth.

Will's smile widens, and he shifts closer to Quinn, sliding his arm around her waist as he touches a kiss to the side of her head.

She leans against him, reaching across his lap for his other hand, and he holds her tighter, resting his cheek against the top of her head as they watch Beth play.

Quinn gets into Yale the following spring, and she and Beth leave for New Haven that fall, settling in a small apartment off campus.

Will visits as often as he can during that first year, and calls almost every night when he can't, wanting to stay updated on how his girls are doing.

In August, just before the start of Quinn's sophomore year, he knocks on the door of her apartment, unable to keep from smiling broadly as he waits for her to answer.

The door flies open almost immediately, and he barely has a chance to see Quinn's face before she throws her arms around his neck, holding him tightly.

He chuckles softly as he squeezes her, closing his eyes momentarily as he turns his face into her hair.

They kiss when they break apart, and Quinn smiles brightly. "I'm so glad you're here."

"Me too," he replies, just as there's a sudden thud of feet, followed by a loud cry of, "Daddy!"

Will bends just in time to sweep his daughter into his arms, laughing as he straightens and settles her on one hip.

"How long are you gonna stay this time, Daddy?" Beth asks, her little hand resting on Will's shoulder as she looks at him.

"I'm here for good, Bethy," he replies, smiling. "From now on, it's always going to be you, and me, and Mommy."

Beth's eyes widen. "Always?"

Will hums as he nods, and Beth squeals, throwing her arms around his neck.

He laughs, rubbing his hand over her back as he presses a kiss to the side of her head, and looks down at Quinn as she comes to stand beside him.

"So happy to finally be here with you guys," he says, pulling Quinn to him with an arm around her waist.

She leans into him, humming contentedly as she wraps her arms around him, and he bends his head to kiss the top of her head, murmuring, "My girls," against her hair.

magic

stillxmyxheart — Fri, 28 Dec 2012 00:45:18 GMT

magic - Quinn/Ned; G

The bell over the door tinkles with her arrival, making him look up, and then freeze in the process of rolling out dough.

For a brief moment, she seems to glow, and in that brief moment, he has a wild thought that she's somehow sunlight personified, but then the door closes behind her with another tinkle of the bell, and he realizes it's just her bright yellow dress combined with her long blonde hair.

Her smile is bright too as she starts towards the counter, and he swipes his hands on his apron as he steps from the kitchen.

"Hi," he says, returning her smile. "What can I do for you?"

"Honestly," she begins, and her expression turns hopeful. "I was kind of hoping you could give me a job."

His gaze flicks around the small restaurant, lighting on the sole patron sitting in a booth by the corner, quietly reading his newspaper, and then back to her.

Her expression is now slightly crestfallen, and she gives an almost imperceptible nod of her head.

"I guess if you're not busy enough to actually need help..." She trails off, and then hitches her smile up again, though he can see the disappointment, and almost desperation, in her eyes. "Worth a shot. Thanks anyway."

She turns to go, and he finally finds his voice. "I, um – wait!"

His voice is louder than he intends, and she whirls back around, one eyebrow arched.

He feels a flush warm his face, and clears his throat. "I could, um, maybe use some help. It's a little dead now –" He stumbles over his words momentarily, causing her to look at him curiously, and then gives a quick shake of his head. "But it usually picks up later on. After work, after dinner, that sort of thing. So I could probably use the help then. And I'm sure they'd like seeing you more than me."

She smiles at the veiled compliment, and he smiles back.

"So when do you want me to start?"

"Is now okay?"

She nods, her smile becoming broad. "Now's great. What do you want me to do?"

"Go check on him," he says, nodding to the man in the corner. "See if he needs anything."

She heads over to the table as he moves back towards the kitchen, and when he hears her cheerful voice, asking the man if he'd like some more coffee or another piece of pie, he can't stop the smile that curves his lips.

Maybe she really is made of sunlight.

He doesn't like to be touched.

It's something she notices almost immediately once she begins working at The Pie Hole, the way he always seems to keep a bit of distance between them, moving his hand away from hers when her fingers get too close to his.

Most of the time it seems like an unconscious effort on his part, like he's so used to it that his body does it for him without him needing to be aware of it.

Aside from that, though, he's a really nice guy, quiet but easy to talk to, and fun to work with, though he's really strict about not letting her see the new food shipments, or go back into the food storage area at all.

He tells her it's because there's just a lot of crates back there, and it can be dangerous sometimes, and he doesn't want her to hurt herself, but deep down she wonders if he's really telling her the truth.

It doesn't really matter, she supposes, since every morning when she comes in there are boxes and baskets full of almost unbelievably fresh fruit in the kitchen.

He gave her a strawberry her first full day, letting her pick the one she wanted out of the basket, and she had lifted her gaze to him, eyes wide, as she bit into the berry.

A moment later she laughed, raising a hand to catch the juice dripping down her chin, and he had grinned and gone to fetch a paper towel, not letting their fingers touch as he passed it to her.

"This is the best strawberry I've ever tasted," she said when she regained her composure and wiped the last of the juice from her chin. "Where do you get them?"

"Trade secret," he replied with a mysterious smile.

After about a week of working there, she's tried every pie flavor he makes, and still can't decide which one she likes best.

They sit together for lunch every day, either at the counter or at one of the booths, but when it comes to dessert, she's the only one who eats the pie, and she asks why he won't have some too.

"I don't eat my own pie," he murmurs, shrugging as he lifts his coffee cup. "I don't want to get sick of it."

He gives her a crooked smile, and she's pretty sure, once again, that he's lying.

The patrons seem to love her, and it's not hard to see why. She's definitely beautiful, lips always curved in a wide smile, her voice cheerful as she greets the customers, takes their orders, delivers their pie, and wishes them a good day.

He can never seem to take his eyes off of her, watching as she flits around the restaurant, the skirts of her pretty patterned dresses fluttering around her knees.

She really is like sunshine, he thinks, unable to deny how much brighter things seem to be now that she's here.

She's even helped him bring in more business, urging him to advertise more and not rely so much on word of mouth.

It helps that he uses pictures of her holding his pies in his advertisements, and it's always amusing when customers come in and recognize her, seemingly surprised that she's a real person who actually works there.

The more time that passes, he finds he's more and more excited to see her every day, and before long, he has to admit that he's developed an attraction to her.

It's not just her looks, but her laugh and her smile, all the different ways she wears her hair, the different colors and patterns of her dresses, the way she sings softly to herself sometimes when she's setting up the new displays on the counter or assembling her tray for delivery.

All of these things endear her to him, but they also make him sad, because no matter how attracted to her he may be – and oh how the nights when he lies awake in bed thinking about her seem to be increasing in frequency – he knows that there can be, and will be, nothing between them.

He leads a lonely life, full of secrets, and there's no way he can bring her into that.

Days turn into weeks, and before she knows it, a month has passed, and then two.

The number of secrets he seems to be keeping from her is greater than what she actually knows about him, but then she's not exactly rushing to divulge her entire life story to him either.

For the time being, it's okay. They still work together in harmony, and something tells her that he didn't smile or laugh nearly as much as he did before she came along.

She can't deny that she's attracted to him, and that her attraction grows stronger with every day and with every new little piece of information he chooses to entrust her with.

At the same time, though, his avoidance of physical contact is beginning to frustrate her.

There isn't even the occasional arm or hand brush, and more and more she just wants to feel his skin under her fingertips, to brace herself against his arm as she reaches around him for something, to lean against him when they sit together in one of the booths to eat their lunch, hold his hand, kiss his lips.

It's a question he won't answer, no matter how many different ways she asks him.

Early in December, she arrives to work early, having been unable to sleep, and thinking that she'd come in and maybe help him bake some of the pies.

She lets herself in the front door with her key, shrugging off her coat and hanging it and her scarf on the coat rack by the counter, and brushes snow from her hair as she starts back to the kitchen.

The top of the work table is clean and bare, ready for another day of baking pies, and she smiles a little when she hears noises from the back room.

She moves across the kitchen, thinking she'll ask if he needs any help, but the words die in her throat when she sees the boxes of dead fruit.

Her nose crinkles at the smell, not terribly strong due to the refrigerated room but still noticeable, and she swallows hard, trying to figure out what this means.

Movement catches her attention, and she looks up to see him with a box of dead strawberries. He plucks one out, and she watches, wide-eyed, as the berry grows plump and ripe in his fingers, the black, shriveled skin transforming back to its original rich red.

A gasp slips from her before she can stop it, and he looks up sharply, the berry falling from his fingers to the small table.

"Quinn –"

"What – what did you just do, what is all of this?"

His eyes flit around the boxes of dead fruit, and his expression is pained, his mouth open slightly as though trying to figure out what to say.

Finally he shrugs helplessly. "If you want to quit, I get it. Just please don't tell anybody."

She frowns and steps timidly into the room, giving a slight shake of her head.

"No, I don't want to quit, I just – explain it to me."

"What do I say?" he says, shrugging again. "I bring dead things back to life just by touching them?"

"That's a start," she murmurs, moving closer to him. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's not something you just share," he says quietly, staring down at the table now. "I mean, it's not something normal people can do."

"It's extraordinary, though," she says, her voice still soft.

She stops beside him, and he shies away from her as he always does.

"Can – can I?" she asks, gesturing towards the strawberry.

He nods. "Yeah, it's perfectly fine. This is what goes into all of the pies."

She reaches a tentative hand forward and grabs the strawberry, lifting it to her mouth. It feels just like any other strawberry, smells like any other strawberry –

After a brief hesitation, she finally bites carefully into the berry; the flavor explodes on her tongue, and she lifts her other hand to catch a small dribble of juice as it drips down her chin.

"Tastes like any other strawberry," she whispers.

His lips curve in a hollow smile, and she lowers the berry, staring at it for a moment before looking up at him again.

"So why don't you eat your own pies?" she asks, sure she knows the answer, but wanting confirmation.

By way of an answer, he takes the berry from her; it instantly shrivels and blackens in his fingers, and he drops it to the table.

"Anything I bring back to life," he murmurs, rubbing his hand on his apron, "will die if I touch it again. It's perfect for pies, because it never goes bad, but if I eat it..."

He trails off, and she nods.

"And this is why I don't like touching people," he continues, pushing off the table and stepping around her, moving towards the kitchen.

"What do you mean?" she asks, following him.

"They feel like instruments of death," he says, turning to face her, his hands held up in front of him. "Who wants to touch me, who wants to be touched by me, after finding out what I can do?"

She lifts her hands to try to take his, and once again he moves away from her.

"Ned, please."

She steps close to him, and successfully grabs his hands, folding them between both of hers.

His mouth drops open in a quiet gasp, and she shakes her head.

"They're not instruments of death. Not at all. You create things, beautiful things. It's – it's magic."

She separates his hands, bringing one to press it flat to her chest, letting him feel her heartbeat, and lifts her other hand to his face.

"I want to touch you, and be touched by you." She smiles and shakes her head. "Feel my heart. I'm alive, Ned. You can't hurt me."

He stares down at her, a faint frown creasing his brow, and a long moment passes before he brings his other hand up, holding it just beside her face, still afraid to touch her.

She smiles again, encouraging him with a small nod, and he hesitates a moment longer before finally touching his fingertips to her cheek.

A beat later he rests his hand flat against her face, cupping the curve of her cheek in his palm, and he gives a quiet laugh.

"Your skin is so soft."

She laughs too, and the hand on his cheek slides to the back of his neck as she pushes up onto her toes, bringing her mouth close to his.

"It's okay," she murmurs when he pulls away instinctively. "It's okay. You can't hurt me."

He holds her gaze a moment, and then bends his head forward, allowing her to press her lips to his in a soft kiss.

"See?" she whispers, smiling again. "Magic."

"Magic," he echoes, a grin beginning to curve his lips, and she giggles softly before kissing him once more.

set for three

stillxmyxheart — Fri, 28 Dec 2012 00:38:12 GMT

set for three - Quinn, Kurt/Blaine; G

Quinn checks her phone, and then smiles when she sees the message.

"Blaine's train just got here," she announces as she joins Kurt in the kitchen. "He'll be here soon."

"You're not going to meet him?" Kurt replies, checking the pot of potatoes on the stove before giving the gravy a few stirs.

"Well, he knows I'm cooking, and as far as he's concerned, it's just him and me, so I don't think he expects me to leave an entire Christmas dinner just cooking in my kitchen so I can pick him up at the train station. He knows how to get here."

Kurt laughs and nods, giving the potatoes one final stir before turning off the burner.

Quinn hands him a colander, and he drains the potatoes, dumping them back into the pot and replacing it on the stove.

He swipes his hands on a dish towel, and then leans against the counter, watching as Quinn drops a stick of butter into the potatoes, and then bends to check the things in the oven, including the turkey breast and dressing.

She looks at him when she straightens, and smiles a little.

"You look nervous."

"Not really nervous," he murmurs, the corner of his mouth rising slightly as he folds his arms over his chest. "Just – a little excited. A little anxious. I hope he's happy to see me."

"Of course he'll be happy to see you."

Kurt shrugs. "It's just – we only just got back together a little bit ago, and he wasn't expecting to see me this Christmas."

"And you are going to be the perfect surprise for him," Quinn says, raising her eyebrows. "He loves you, and he's going to be ecstatic when he finds out he really does get to spend Christmas with you."

Kurt's smile is a little more natural as he nods, and Quinn pats his arm just as the buzzer for the front door sounds.

"That's Blaine. Go hide in my room."

Kurt snorts and nods, pushing off the counter and starting towards Quinn's bedroom as she moves to the intercom system by her front door.

"And stay out of my scarves," she calls after him, grinning at his sarcastic laughter as he closes the door behind him.

She presses the button. "Blaine?"

"Yeah, it's me. Buzz me in."

She does so, and then moves back into the kitchen to put the dinner rolls on a baking sheet, bending to pull out the turkey before sticking the rolls in the oven.

There's a knock on her door, and Quinn calls out to Blaine to come in.

A moment later he appears in the kitchen, and she smiles, hurrying to hug him and kiss his cheek.

"So happy you're here. And right on time, too, dinner's almost ready."

"It smells great," he murmurs, following her over to the stove.

"I left the potatoes for you; I know you love mashing them."

He laughs and nods, moving to pull the milk from the refrigerator.

Once he's finished, he sets to carving the turkey, and carries both the plate of meat and the bowl of potatoes into the dining area.

Quinn steps quickly to her bedroom, carefully opening the door for Kurt to come out, and they start towards the dining area as well as Blaine calls out, sounding confused, "Quinn, why is the table set for three?"

She stifles a giggle as she and Kurt come up behind Blaine, and says, "Turn around."

He does, and his eyes widen, a surprised, "Kurt!" falling from his lips before he hurries forward to pull his boyfriend into a hug.

Kurt laughs as he hugs him back, and they pull apart after a moment, Blaine looking back and forth between Kurt and Quinn.

"I thought you were doing that thing in – in London."

Kurt shrugs, smiling as he looks at Blaine. "It got postponed until February. I thought about telling you, but then Quinn told me you were coming to spend Christmas with her, and we thought it'd be fun to surprise you. It was mostly her idea."

Blaine looks at Quinn, who smiles back at him, and moves to hug her, whispering, "Thank you," against her shoulder.

"Merry Christmas," she replies, still smiling when they break apart. "I got you something else, but I thought you could have this one now."

"I'm glad," Blaine murmurs, stepping back over to Kurt and leaning forward to touch a soft kiss to his lips.

Quinn smiles at how happy they both look, glad to have helped bring them together for the holiday, and then her smile widens into a grin.

"Okay, you can get all lovey dovey later, Kurt and I made all this food, and now we need to eat it."

The boys laugh and nod, and the three of them move back into the kitchen to finish bringing out the rest of the food.

i missed you

stillxmyxheart — Fri, 28 Dec 2012 00:34:30 GMT

i missed you - Quinn and Blaine (implied Klaine); G

Quinn smiles when she sees Blaine at his locker, and walks over to him, leaning against the locker beside his and tilting her head to the side to look at him.

A small smile curves his lips as he glances at her. "Hey, Quinn."

"You know," she murmurs, "I'm trying really hard to not be offended that I haven't gotten a hug from you yet today."

He gives a short laugh, and slides his last book into his locker before swinging the door shut and turning towards Quinn.

She wraps her arms around his shoulders, and his slide around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder.

A beat later he tightens his grip on her, bowing his head to rest it in the curve of her neck, and she squeezes him, gently rubbing his back.

"I missed you," he murmurs against her skin, not quite ready to let her go yet.

"I know; I missed you too."

After a moment, they finally pull apart, and Quinn links her fingers through his as they start down the hallway.

"How are you doing?" she asks.

Blaine shrugs and shakes his head. "Kurt still won't talk to me. Seeing him at Grease..."

He trails off, and Quinn squeezes his fingers.

"Just give him a little more time," she says softly. "I know you're hurting, but he is too."

"Yeah," Blaine murmurs, and Quinn tightens her grip on his hand, reaching over to rub his arm.

He takes a breath, and then looks over at her, the corner of his mouth rising.

"So have you got some guy waiting for you back in New Haven?"

Quinn doesn't answer right away, though she can't keep from smiling, and Blaine grins.

"Well, that's a yes."

Quinn laughs and shakes her head. "Yeah, okay, there's somebody, but let's not talk about that right now. Right now, I'm thinking that you need to come over tonight, we need to order some pizza, and we need to veg out on the couch in front of some good-bad movies. I've missed my Blainey movie nights."

Blaine groans. "Don't call me Blainey."

Quinn giggles, and Blaine smiles over at her before he nods. "Yeah, I'd actually really like that. I've missed them too."

"Good. Then I'll see you at six tonight."

Blaine nods again, and Quinn tips her head up to press a kiss to his cheek as they continue down the hall.

but it's christmas

stillxmyxheart — Fri, 28 Dec 2012 00:08:37 GMT

but it's christmas - Quinn/Cooper; G

"Quinn," Cooper says in a quiet singsong, grinning a little when Quinn groans.

"What are you doing, it's too early," she mumbles into her pillow, not opening her eyes.

His grin widens. "But it's Christmas."

"Yeah, and it'll still be Christmas in a few hours. Let me sleep."

He snickers and slides off the bed to walk over to the chair by the window.

In the seat is a small box, and inside the box is a grey tabby kitten, which he carefully lifts up, shushing it softly and cradling it against his chest when it gives a little squeak.

He settles carefully on the bed again, laying on his side, and sets the kitten between him and Quinn.

The kitten sniffs the sheets, and takes a few unsteady steps towards Quinn, lowering its head to sniff her cheek.

She frowns, shifting her head away slightly as the kitten's whiskers brush against her skin, and before Cooper can stop her, swats the kitten away.

The kitten topples over with a loud yell of protest, batting at Quinn's hand with one tiny paw, and Quinn's eyes snap open, widening when she sees the kitten.

"Oh, no!" she says, propping up on her elbow as she brings her other hand to pick the kitten up, setting it on its feet again and stroking its head with her thumb. "Sorry, little guy."

Cooper, who's been laughing the entire time, corrects her. "Girl."

Quinn laughs too and nods, murmuring, "You got me a kitten for Christmas?"

Cooper smiles and hums an affirmative, watching as she gently passes her fingertips over the top of the kitten's head, stroking its soft fur.

Around its neck is a thin pink collar, and a small silver medallion dangles from the ring on the front.

Quinn moves her fingers to it, frowning a little when she sees the front is mostly blank except for her cell phone number inscribed at the bottom.

"The space is for when you name her," Cooper murmurs. "We'll get it added on. Turn it over."

Quinn does, and her smile widens as she reads the inscription on the other side. The date is at the top, and then underneath:

For Q
Love, Coop

"She's adorable, thank you," Quinn says quietly, meeting Cooper's eyes.

He leans down to kiss her, and then settles next to her as she rolls onto her back, carefully lifting the kitten and setting it on her chest, gently petting it with her fingers.

The kitten sniffs Quinn's shirt, seeming to contemplate the situation, and then curls up on her chest, right between her breasts.

"Hey, now," Cooper mutters, pretending to be affronted, "that's my space."

Quinn giggles softly as she turns her head to look at him. "You can have it later."

He grins and nods, kissing her once more before snuggling close to her, and before long, the three of them are sound asleep.

you and me and this whole big city

stillxmyxheart — Mon, 26 Nov 2012 18:03:55 GMT

Title: you and me and this whole big city
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Beta: Beth
Rating: R
Genre: Angst, Romance, Smut
Word Count: 2,400
Characters/Pairings: Quinn, Jesse (Quinn/Jesse)
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: Quinn worries about the state of her relationship with Jesse.

A/N: For Laura ♥

Quinn frowns, her chin resting in her hand as she listens to Jesse and this other woman carry on about whatever it is they're talking about.

She tuned them out a long time ago, since her last attempt at joining the conversation was rebuked.

Her irritation has been increasing steadily all day, ever since Jesse picked her up from the train station and immediately started talking about this woman he's been meeting with, someone in connection to a record label.

Quinn's not exactly sure, because all Jesse's talked about is this woman, how funny she is, how charming she is, how well they get along, blah blah blah.

Her feelings have oscillated from annoyed, to upset, to hurt, to confused, and at this point, she's just trying not to cry in the middle of this restaurant.

The waiter comes by to see if they want dessert, and Jesse enthusiastically says they do, pointing at something on the menu and telling the waiter to bring two spoons.

"Maybe three," he adds, turning to Quinn. "You want some too?"

"No," she mutters as she pushes to stand. "In fact, I'm leaving, since I'm clearly the third wheel here. You two enjoy your dessert."

With that, she stalks from the restaurant, hailing a cab to head back to Jesse's place.

Jesse's in the living room when she emerges from the bathroom after her shower, and he stands as she shuffles over to throw her dirty clothes in her bag.

"What the hell was that?" he says, throwing his arms out at his sides. "How could you embarrass me like that?"

"I embarrassed you?" Quinn exclaims, turning to face him. "I'm surprised you even noticed I left. I figured you and what's her name would be happier without me there. Did you enjoy your dessert?"

"We didn't eat any, I ran after you but you were already getting in the cab, so I went back in to tell Deb I was going –"

"Deb," Quinn scoffs, rolling her eyes.

"Fine, Deborah," Jesse snaps, sharply enunciating the name. "I told her I was going, apologized for your behavior, and left."

"Yeah, well, I'm sorry I'm such an embarrassment to you." Quinn shakes her head. "It's too late to go back to New Haven now, but I'll just sleep on the couch tonight, if that's okay with you, and leave in the morning."

Jesse shakes his head, a disbelieving snort escaping him. "You don't have to leave, Quinn, I just don't get what's going on with you. You've been in a pissy mood all day."

"Maybe because all you've talked about since I got here is fucking Deb!" Quinn shouts, her eyebrows knitting together. "I haven't seen you in weeks, and lately, you've been nearly impossible to get in touch with. You reply to my texts late, if you reply at all, and our phone calls have been so brief, it's like you don't even want to talk to me anymore."

She pauses, raising a hand to her mouth and looking away from him as she fights the sudden sting of tears in her eyes.

"If you're bored with me, that's fine," she murmurs, hating the tremor in her voice. "I mean, you wouldn't be the first. But I just wish you'd tell me, instead of keeping me around out of – out of pity while you start up something with someone else –"

"Quinn," Jesse interrupts softly, walking around the couch and coming to stand behind her.

He hesitates a moment, and then lifts his hand to her shoulder, sighing when she shrugs off his touch.

"Quinn, I'm not bored with you, and I'm definitely not cheating on you." He sighs again, his hand falling to his side. "You're right. I have been an asshole lately. I've just been so caught up in this whole possible record deal thing, and Deb – Deborah's been this like, liaison for me, she's the one who can really help make all of this happen. I've been trying to butter her up, get her to like me, so she can push this thing along, but I didn't think –"

He breaks off, and sighs once more, his shoulders sagging. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for today, and I'm sorry for the past couple of weeks. I should've explained everything better to you, but I didn't want you to worry about all of this while you were busy with school, so I just – internalized everything, I guess."

He touches her shoulder again, gratified when she doesn't shrug him off, and lets his hand slide to the back of her neck, squeezing gently, feeling the tension there as he gently rubs her skin with his fingertips.

She gives a soft, shaky sigh, and he tips his head to the side, watching her eyelids fall closed and a tear slide down her cheek.

His hand moves to the side of her neck and he presses carefully, silently urging her to turn and look at him.

After a minute, she does, eyelashes fluttering as she meets his gaze, tears still shining in her eyes.

He lifts his hand to catch one as it falls, sweeping his thumb over her skin as he shakes his head.

"I'm sorry," he says again. "I'm not bored with you, and I will never cheat on you. I love you too much to hurt you like that."

She nods, her lips twitching in a small but shaky smile, and he pulls her to him, holding her tightly as she wraps her arms around him, fingers clutching the back of his shirt.

They stand like that for a moment, his chin resting on top of her head, one hand rubbing slowly over her back, and then she takes a breath, murmuring, "I love you too," against his chest.

He smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before pulling back slightly, his hands moving to tip her head up, thumbs brushing over her cheeks as he dips his head to kiss her lips.

She kisses him back, her hands gripping his sides, and he slowly guides her towards the bed, bending to keep kissing her when she sinks onto the mattress.

The kiss breaks a moment later, and she scoots back on the bed, settling against the pillows and pulling her shirt off over her head, biting her lip gently when his eyes darken at the sight of her bare breasts.

He works quickly to shed his clothes, fumbling impatiently with the buttons of his dress shirt, feeling himself beginning to grow hard as he watches her tug her shorts off and toss them on the floor by her shirt, naked now as she sits back against the pillows once more.

Finally he's undressed, giving his foot a shake to free it from his trousers, and climbs onto the bed, moving over her and bracing on his hands as he bends his head to kiss her.

His mouth moves down, over her chin and the line of her jaw, settling on her neck as he shifts position slightly to lie beside her.

One hand rises to cup her breast as he kisses her neck, and he inhales deeply, taking in the scent of her freshly washed skin. Underneath the smell of soap, he catches the vaguest hint of her perfume, the one he bought her for their anniversary months ago. He catches a whiff of it sometimes as he's walking around the city, spritzed onto the skin of some nameless, faceless woman, and while the scent always reminds him of her, it's never really the same, because nobody wears it quite like she does.

She wears it all the time, he knows, and it's like it's a part of her now, part of the myriad of smells that make up her essence.

Her knee brushes his hip as she shifts, her hand rising to stroke his hair, and he sighs against the hollow at the base of her throat, wondering how in the world he could have ever taken this, taken her, for granted.

He kisses her skin again, sweeping his thumb over her nipple as he moves down the soft swell of her breast, and she sighs when his lips close over the erect nub, her body arching into him, her fingers tightening in his hair.

Moving over her again, he brings his kisses down her body, his hands sliding down her sides, and he grips her hips when he reaches them, yanking her down on the bed.

He hears her gasp and looks up to see her lips curved slightly; he smiles back and spreads his hands over her thighs, slowly pushing her legs apart.

A soft sigh reaches his ears as he opens his mouth over her, and her fingers slide into his hair again as he licks the length of her, his hands gripping her hips again as her flicks his tongue over her clit.

One hand drifts up her stomach to gently squeeze her breast, and she moans, her hips rising a little against his mouth as he pinches her nipple between his fingers.

His tongue dips inside of her, lapping at her for a moment before he opens his mouth again and sucks, humming at how good she tastes.

A quiet fuck slips past her lips, followed by a whimpered no when he suddenly pulls his mouth away and moves up her body again.

He smiles a little at the look on her face, a mix of annoyance and want, and bends his head to kiss her as he reaches between them to guide himself inside of her.

He thrusts hard and deep, making her come almost instantly with his thumb pressed hard against her clit. He keeps moving through the flutter and pulse of her orgasm, loving how tightly she holds him, her panting breaths warm on his neck.

Her legs spread wider as her body calms, her fingers pressing into his back as she touches a kiss to his neck.

He lowers his head to kiss her, nipping at her bottom lip before sliding his tongue against hers, the pace of his hips slow and deliberate as he moves inside of her.

One of her hands slides to the back of his neck, and he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against hers, holding her gaze as their breath mixes between them, hot and quick.

Her eyes are dark, her cheeks flushed, and he wonders as he lowers his mouth to hers once more if he'll ever get over how beautiful she is.

His name falls from her lips in a strained whisper as her legs rise, thighs squeezing his hips, and he begins to move faster, wanting to make her come again before he does.

His hips slam against hers, pushing as hard and as deep as he can, certain there will be bruises on her thighs in the morning, and knowing she won't mind.

He lowers one hand to her leg, lifting it higher against his side, and her nails dig into his back when her second orgasm hits her, her head tipping against the pillows as her mouth opens wide, moaning loudly and gasping his name.

He follows right after, pressing her against the mattress as he comes with a loud groan, dropping to his forearms as he rests his head in the curve of her neck.

"I love you," he breathes, lips brushing her skin in a kiss.

"I love you too," she whispers back, her breath warm on his ear.

They lie quietly for several minutes, turned towards each other after he shifts to lie beside her, his arm around her waist, fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back, and her head tucked under his chin.

Finally he murmurs, "I should shower. You could join me."

She giggles softly. "I already showered though."

"Another one can't hurt," he replies, placing his finger under her chin and tipping her head up for a kiss. "And besides," he adds when he pulls back. "You were mad at me then. It wasn't a good shower."

She giggles again, her nose crinkling slightly. "Guess I can't argue with that."

It's late the next morning when they're awakened by the ringing of Jesse's phone.

Quinn groans as Jesse stands, turning onto her stomach and hiding her face in her pillow as he grabs his phone and moves away from the bed.

"Hello? Oh, hey, Deb."

Quinn tenses, turning her head to look at Jesse as he paces back and forth in front of the large windows of his apartment, his free hand in the pocket of his pajama pants.

"No, everything's fine now. Listen, I'm going to spend this weekend with Quinn while she's here, since it's been a while since we were together."

Quinn's lips curve, and a beat later, Jesse laughs.

"Right. Okay. Monday's great, I'll see you then."

He ends the call and turns from the windows, setting his phone on the bedside table as he climbs back into bed.

He smiles when he notices Quinn's awake, and scoots close to her, draping his arm over her waist as he touches a kiss to her lips.

"Morning," he murmurs.

She smiles back. "Morning." Her smile widens, and she bites gently on her lip as she arches an eyebrow. "So you're really all mine this weekend?"

"Mmhmm," he hums. "Just you and me and this whole big city."

"I definitely like the sound of that," she murmurs, leaning forward to kiss him again.

They lie quietly for a minute, and then she grins a little.

"What'd she say when you told her?"

He laughs slightly. "She, um, told me I was an idiot for inviting her to go to dinner with us last night, and that if I hadn't gone after you when you left, I would've blown any and all chances I had at getting this deal."

Quinn giggles, turning her face against her pillow for a moment, and Jesse smiles as he touches a kiss to her head, bringing his hand up to stroke her hair.

"Well," she begins, turning her head to look at him again, "I guess I can dislike her a little less now."

Jesse snorts and nods as he kisses her forehead, and then asks, "You want to go somewhere for lunch?"

She nods, and they kiss once more before standing to get dressed.

four a.m. wakeup call

stillxmyxheart — Fri, 23 Nov 2012 17:27:50 GMT

four a.m. wakeup call - Quinn/Tina; G

Quinn and Tina stir at the sudden knocking on the door of their dorm room, and Quinn groans, mumbling, "What the fuck is that?" against Tina's shoulder.

"Someone's at the door," Tina replies thickly, still half asleep as she glances at the clock on the bedside table.

Quinn lifts her head to look at the clock too, and a deep scowl appears on her face.

"It's four in the morning."

The knocking sounds again, and Tina groans as she throws the covers aside to stand and shuffle sleepily to the door, Quinn close behind.

The sociology major from down the hall is on the other side of the door, and Tina reaches back to rest her hand on Quinn's arm when she feels her tense. Quinn already doesn't like the other girl, and this definitely isn't helping.

"Hey, do you guys have any condoms?"

There's a beat, and then Tina raises her eyebrows, hearing Quinn's irritated huff behind her.

"Really?" Tina says incredulously. "Do you really think that we would have condoms?"

Another beat passes, and then the girl's eyes widen in realization.

"Oh, right, yeah, you two are –"

"Yeah," Tina interrupts, tightening her grip on Quinn's arm when she hears her mutter something under her breath, "go ask somebody else."

She swings the door shut, and she and Quinn move to climb back into bed.

Quinn's still mildly disgruntled as she scoots close to Tina, wrapping her arm around the other girl's middle and draping her leg over hers, her foot brushing momentarily against Tina's ankle.

Tina can't help smiling at the slight possessiveness of it, and slides her arm around Quinn, bringing her hand up to comb her fingers through Quinn's hair.

"I think we need to get our own place," Quinn mumbles against Tina's shoulder. "Before I kill that bitch."

Tina hums her agreement, her other hand finding Quinn's where it rests on her stomach and weaving their fingers together.

"We can start looking next weekend."

There's a brief silence, and then Quinn gives a soft, sleepy laugh. "Did we just decide to move in together?"

Tina hums again, and Quinn gives her fingers a squeeze before snuggling a little closer, both of them settling down to go back to sleep.

his favorite present

stillxmyxheart — Fri, 23 Nov 2012 17:20:49 GMT

his favorite present - Quinn/Blaine; PG

Quinn's just finished adding the final touches to the cake on the counter when she hears the front door open.

A wide grin spreads over her face and she hurries from the kitchen just as Blaine closes the door and turns to face her.

He grunts when she throws her arms around him, and then chuckles as he squeezes her back, turning his head to press his face into her neck.

"I missed you so much," she breathes, closing her eyes and holding him a little tighter.

"I missed you too," he murmurs against her skin. "Three months is way too long for us to be apart."

She hums her agreement, and finally loosens her hold on him. "Especially since we ended up missing each other's birthdays."

"We'll just have to make up for that," he says, smiling as he reaches up to push her hair behind her ear.

A playful smirk curves her lips. "Oh, yeah?"

"Mmhmm. C'mere."

He leads her into the living room, finally setting his backpack on the floor, and rummages inside for a moment before finally pulling out a small black box.

A curious frown creases her brow as she opens it, and then she smiles, tilting her head to the side as she sees what's inside.

"They're beautiful, Blaine," she murmurs, touching her fingers to the necklace with a pendant shaped like a bow, the center knot studded with diamonds, and the matching earrings.

"I thought you could wear them tonight. I made reservations for dinner for us. Mutual birthday celebration."

She laughs softly, and he raises his eyebrows. "You didn't make some too, did you?"

"No," she says, shaking her head. "I wasn't sure if you'd want to go anywhere tonight, so I was going to ask when you got home, but this works just as well."

She leans forward, placing her hand on the back of his neck as she touches a kiss to his lips, and murmurs, "Thank you," against his mouth.

He smiles and kisses her again, and she sets the box on the coffee table before standing and gesturing for him to follow her into the kitchen.

"I took care of the cake," she says, unmistakable pride in her voice.

It's his turn to look curious as he steps closer to the counter, and then he laughs, delighted, when he sees the cake.

"That's amazing, Quinn," he murmurs as he stares at the bowtie-shaped cake, covered in chocolate frosting and dotted with multicolored globs of icing.

"You like it?"

He nods, sliding his arm around her waist. "I love it. Thank you."

He turns his head to kiss her, and her lips are curved in an impish smile when he pulls away.

"I got you something else."

He raises his eyebrows. "Oh, yeah?"

"Mmhmm," she hums as she begins to back away from him. "Kind of something for both of us, really, but I think you'll really like it."

"Is that so?" he says, starting to follow her.

She nods, still smiling in that devilish way that drives him crazy. "Sort of a combined birthday/welcome home present."

Her fingers rise to the buttons on her dress, and he watches as she slowly unfastens the top two.

"Wait a minute," he says quietly, his lips curving as he closes the distance between them.

She stares up at him, her hazel eyes dark, and he lifts his hands to replace hers, carefully popping the third button of her dress and allowing his fingertips to drift over the space between her breasts.

His gaze dips down, and he can just see the hint of lace on her bra, and knows it's something new, some combination of sweet and sexy that she pulls off perfectly.

"I think," he murmurs, lowering his head and brushing his lips against hers, loving the way her mouth falls open slightly as his other hand drops to squeeze her ass and pull her closer, "that this is one present I'd really like to unwrap myself."

why not together

stillxmyxheart — Fri, 23 Nov 2012 17:03:46 GMT

why not together - Quinn/Tina; Adult

A faint smile curves Quinn's lips when she hears the bathroom door open, and she says, "I just got in here," as she tips her head back to wet her hair.

The shower door opens, and Quinn opens her eyes as her head comes forward again, her smile widening when she sees Tina there, naked and grinning.

"I know," the other girl murmurs as she steps into the shower and pulls the door closed. "But we've both been moving stuff all day, and we both need a shower. So why not take one together?"

"Mmm," Quinn hums, still smiling as Tina steps towards her.

Tina's hands rise to Quinn's waist, sliding over her skin as she pushes onto her toes for a kiss, and Quinn lifts one hand to Tina's hair, threading her fingers in it as she kisses her back.

A beat passes, and then Tina pushes Quinn back against the shower wall, both of them giggling when Quinn grunts softly from the impact.

The water's falling on Tina now, and Quinn smoothes her hands over the long, dark strands of her hair, wetting it thoroughly as she dips her head for another kiss.

Tina's hair isn't the only thing getting thoroughly wet, and Quinn moans into the other girl's mouth, sliding her tongue against Tina's as she tugs a little on her hair.

Tina's hand drifts to Quinn's backside, squeezing gently as she moves her kisses to Quinn's neck, and Quinn moans again as her head tips back against the tiled shower wall.

She gasps and then bites her lip when Tina takes her nipple between her teeth, nipping at the sensitive bud before flicking her tongue over it.

Quinn's hands fall from Tina's hair to her face, and she tips her head up to kiss her again, letting one hand drift down to cup a breast in her palm, passing her thumb over Tina's nipple and savoring her quiet whimper.

Tina's hand is still on Quinn's ass, and her short nails scrape lightly over her skin, gripping and pulling Quinn closer, their hips pressing flush together.

It's not nearly enough, and Tina's hand slides around to dip between them, her fingers stroking and massaging the sensitive skin between Quinn's legs.

Quinn gasps again, her legs spreading a little to accommodate Tina's wandering fingers as her hand moves up to grip Tina's shoulder, and Tina smiles as she leans forward to press a kiss between Quinn's breasts.

"Tina," Quinn whimpers a moment later, her hips shifting down slightly, trying to get Tina's hand where she wants it.

Tina smiles against her skin and kisses it again as she finally slides her fingers between Quinn's folds, pushing slowly into her wet heat.

Quinn hisses out a yes, pushing down again and allowing Tina's fingers to slide just a little bit deeper, her hips moving in time with Tina's slow, easy strokes in and out.

After a moment, Quinn dips her head for a kiss as the hand on Tina's waist drifts slowly between them, and her fingers disappear inside Tina.

Soon they're on the same rhythm, fingers thrusting in and out of each other, free hands tight on each other's waists as they kiss, their tongues mimicking the motions of their fingers.

It's Quinn who falls apart first, her mouth opening in a high, breathless cry as the movements of Tina's fingers speed up, thumb rubbing hard against Quinn's clit.

Quinn's hand is still moving between Tina's legs, and soon the sounds of Tina's orgasm join those of Quinn's, echoing around the shower as they try to remain standing on wobbly legs.

Before they're fully aware of it, they're both suddenly on the shower floor, slumped together, arms and legs wrapped around each other.

A couple of moments pass, and then they sit up slightly to look at each other, Quinn smiling as she brings up one hand to brush a section of wet hair behind Tina's ear.

Tina smiles back, her hand sliding to the back of Quinn's neck as she leans forward for a kiss.

"Here's my thought for the rest of the day," she murmurs when she pulls back. "Get cleaned up, and then a nap, because I don't know about you, but I'm like, exhausted now."

Quinn grins and nods.

"And then we'll go to dinner," Tina continues, "and come back, and spend our first night together in our brand new apartment."

Quinn's grin widens. "Is breaking in our new bed anywhere in there?"

Tina shrugs. "That's variable. After our nap, after dinner –"

"After both," Quinn supplies, arching one eyebrow.

Tina giggles and nods, leaning forward for another kiss.

They stand a minute later to clean themselves up before moving into the bedroom, where they climb into bed without bothering to get dressed, and before long, they're snuggled together, both sound asleep.

i will hold as long you like

stillxmyxheart — Sat, 17 Nov 2012 21:47:33 GMT

i will hold as long you like - Quinn/Blaine; G (minor character death)

Blaine hurries inside his and Quinn's apartment, blowing out a breath as a shiver runs through him.

"It's freezing out there," he mutters, shrugging out of his jacket and hanging it on the hook on the wall before turning towards the living room. "Been thinking about you and our warm bed all – all day –"

He stops and frowns when he sees Quinn on the couch, oddly still, staring into space with her phone clenched in her hand.

"Quinn?" he murmurs as he starts towards her. "What's wrong?"

Her gaze flicks to his face as he sinks down on the couch beside her, and he can see the tears shining in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asks again, reaching for her hand.

"My dad's dead," she whispers, shaking her head.

His eyes widen, and he tightens his grip on her hand as he shifts closer to her. "What happened?"

"It was an accident. He was drunk, and driving, and the roads were icy and he lost control of the car..."

She trails off, frowning in an almost confused way, and Blaine's quiet for a moment.

"Are you okay?" he finally asks, his voice soft.

"I don't – I don't know. I don't know how I feel." She shakes her head again, her gaze dropping to their hands as she shrugs.

"He was my daddy for 16 years. I tried so hard to please him, to make him happy, to make him proud of me. I changed everything about myself because I didn't just want to fit in at school; I wanted to fit in with my own family, to be the pretty, skinny daughter I knew they really wanted."

She sniffs hard, and Blaine watches as a tear slips from her eye to roll down her cheek.

"I did everything I could to be the perfect daughter, and then I made one stupid mistake, and that was it. He threw me out when I needed him most, just – got rid of me like I was nothing. Like I was nothing."

More tears stream down her cheeks, and Blaine lifts his free hand to her back, rubbing gently as he squeezes her fingers with his other hand.

"And I hated him for that, and I still do, and I hate that I'm crying over him now, because he doesn't deserve it. He's not worth it."

She lifts her hand to her chest, pressing it over her heart, and shakes her head a third time.

"But in here, it's like I still wanted him to be proud of me, like I wanted another chance to prove that I can be a good person, a good daughter. I wanted to make up for my mistakes, and I never got the chance."

"You've always been a good person, Quinn," Blaine says quietly. "He just never took the time to see it."

"But I wanted to make him try," she replies, a soft hiccupping sob escaping her.

"I know," Blaine whispers, closing his eyes as he presses a kiss to the side of her head.

They sit silently for a minute, the only sound that of Quinn crying, and then she leans towards him, pressing against his chest as her crying turns into sobbing.

He slides his arms around her, dropping another kiss to the top of her head, and holds her tightly, willing to sit with her like this for as long as she needs.

lazy sunday

stillxmyxheart — Wed, 14 Nov 2012 04:03:59 GMT

lazy sunday - Quinn/Blaine/Tina; R

Quinn's fingers are wrapped around the top of the bed frame, her grip tight on the metal rod as her orgasm pulses through her, long blonde hair spilling down her back as her head falls back.

Blaine tries not to smile as he continues to lap at her, drawing out her pleasure as he sucks on her clit again, his grip firm on her hips as her thighs clench on either side of his head.

Tina's straddling his hips, his cock buried deep inside of her, and just as Quinn's body relaxes, her head tipping forward again, Tina comes with a loud, breathless cry, pulsing around him and pulling him over the edge a heartbeat later.

Quinn shifts back a little to settle on Blaine's chest, and his hands slide to her thighs, thumbs sweeping absently over her skin.

A moment later, Tina leans forward to press a kiss to Quinn's neck, her hands coming around to rest on top of Blaine's, and their fingers weave together as Quinn turns her head to catch Tina's lips with her own.

Blaine smiles as he watches them, raising one hand to thread his fingers in Quinn's hair, and her kiss with Tina breaks so she can lean down and press her lips to his.

Another moment passes, and then the girls shift to stretch out on either side of him, Quinn's hand on his chest as Tina's arm circles his middle.

He slides his arms around them, the fingers of one hand combing absently through Tina's hair as the fingertips of his other lightly stroke Quinn's skin, and turns his head to kiss Tina, knowing she loves being able to taste Quinn on his lips and tongue.

He turns his head to stare at the ceiling when the kiss breaks, and then murmurs, "God, I love Sundays."

The girls giggle, and he feels them nod as Quinn says, "So do we."

"And I love you."

"We love you too," Tina says, pressing a kiss to his chest.

Quinn hums her agreement, and he smiles, holding them a little closer.

They've been in this relationship for a few months now, and while they occasionally find time to all spend together during the week, Sundays are just for them, a whole day where they can all three enjoy being together without anything else getting in the way.

They lie quietly for a few minutes, and then Blaine says, "Okay, food decision time."

"Burgers and fries," Quinn says immediately.

Tina echoes her, and Blaine laughs. "Well that was easy. Now to find my phone..."

He lifts his head just as Tina turns to grab it from the bedside table, and she settles against him again as he pulls up the number in his contacts.

He places their orders, bacon for Quinn's burger, extra pickles for Tina's, and no onions for any of them (though a large order of onion rings for them to share in addition to their french fries), and then drops his phone on the bed, his hand coming to rest on Tina's hip.

"And now the weekly debate over who's going to answer the door when the food gets here."

Quinn snorts. "You say that every week, and every week you're the one who ends up having to answer the door."

Blaine frowns. "And why is that?"

"Because you have to put on less clothes, for one thing," Tina says.

"And besides," Quinn says, sitting up and arching an eyebrow down at him, "you're pretty much living every guy's fantasy, so the least you can do is answer the door for the food."

He laughs and nods. "Very fair point. Okay, from now on, I will always answer the door for the food."

"Good," Quinn says with a nod, grinning as she glances at Tina before lying down again.

Several minutes later there's a loud knock on the front door, and Blaine shifts to slide off the bed, shouting, "Coming!" as he grabs his boxers from the floor.

He turns as he pulls his t-shirt on, and snorts when he sees that Quinn and Tina have shifted closer in the gap left by his departure, their arms around each other as Quinn nuzzles Tina's neck.

"I'm not going to be that long, don't have too much fun without me."

Quinn's response is to bite playfully at Tina's neck, and they both giggle as Blaine shakes his head and walks from the room.

They're sitting up when he returns, both of them dressed in t-shirts and panties, a blanket spread over the sheets, and he smiles as he settles between them and passes out the food.

"The delivery person was a girl this time," he murmurs, squeezing ketchup into the corner of the Styrofoam container in his lap.

"Oh, really," Quinn says, arching an eyebrow as she glances at Tina.

"I think she checked me out a bit."

"Yeah, I'm sure she did," Tina says, licking a smear of mustard off her thumb. "And what did you do?"

"I told her I didn't think my girlfriends would like that very much."

Both of them freeze, gazes hard on his face, and he snorts laughter, quickly setting down his burger as he shakes his head.

"I'm kidding, I didn't say anything. Though I'm sure she wondered who all of this food was for."

Quinn smirks. "You're a guy, I'm sure she didn't waste too much time thinking about it."

"Oh, ha ha," Blaine retorts, and her smirk widens into a cheeky grin as she looks up at him.

They talk as they eat, filling each other on the details of their individual weeks, and eventually the blanket is littered with the empty food containers and they're all moaning about how full they are.

As if to prove the point, Tina stifles a quiet burp, excusing herself softly, and Blaine grins as he leans over to kiss her cheek.

She smiles at him, and then raises her eyebrows. "So is it movie and couch vegging time now?"

"I vote for this too," Quinn says, and there's a look on her face that makes Blaine suspect it'll really end up becoming an afternoon nap.

They clear away the food debris and move into the living room, putting in a movie before settling on the couch, Blaine once again in the middle.

Sure enough, about halfway through the movie Blaine can feel his eyelids beginning to droop, and he glances at Quinn and Tina, smiling when he sees them both sound asleep, curled against his sides.

"Yeah," he murmurs, shifting down in his seat and allowing his eyes to drift closed. "I love Sundays."

take it off, baby

stillxmyxheart — Sat, 10 Nov 2012 04:11:36 GMT

take it off, baby - Quinn/Cooper; G

"Okay, how did this happen?" Cooper asks incredulously as he stands to pull of his jeans.

Quinn smirks appreciably. "Because you agreed to play strip poker with me."

"If I'd known you were going to win every hand, I wouldn't have," Cooper says, disgruntled as he sits back down in just his boxers. "I mean, you're still fully dressed. It's not fair."

Quinn's smirk widens as she shuffles the cards. "So learn to play better."

"This hand is totally mine," Cooper declares as Quinn deals again.

"If you say so."

His prediction comes true, a straight trumping her two pair, and he crows delightedly as he lays the cards down.

"Take it off, baby."

She rolls her eyes, though the corner of her mouth rises as she shifts in her seat.

His eyes widen when her hands disappear underneath her skirt, and as he watches, she starts to work her panties off, keeping her lap well covered.

Her eyebrow twitches as she eases them over her feet, and he swallows hard when she holds them aloft a moment before letting them fall to the floor.

His eyes dart to the cards on the coffee table, and then back to her, almost certain her skirt has shifted a little higher.

"You gonna deal or what?" she asks quietly, her thighs coming apart just enough to send a sharp throb of want through him.

A beat later he mutters, "Yeah, I don't think I feel like playing cards anymore," and she squeals when he pounces on her, dissolving into giggles when he pushes her down onto the couch.

a heart made out of stone

stillxmyxheart — Sun, 04 Nov 2012 17:01:43 GMT

a heart made out of stone - Quinn/Tina; G

So I take you to the beach and walk along the sand
And I'll make you a heart pendant with a pebble held in my hand
And I'll carve it like a necklace so the heart falls where your chest is
And now a piece of me is a piece of the beach and it falls just where it needs to be
And rests peacefully so you just need to breathe to feel my heart against yours now
-Ed Sheeran, "Wake Me Up"

There's a sense of melancholy as they walk down the beach together, their hands clasped firmly together.

One of them will be leaving soon, taking a semester abroad in London, and they're trying to take advantage of their last few days together

"Hey," Tina says softly, pulling Quinn to a stop as she bends to pick up something on the ground. "Look at this."

When she straightens, there's a rose colored pebble in her hand, and Quinn smiles a little as she takes it from her, running her fingers over the smooth stone.

"It's pretty," she murmurs, passing it back to Tina.

A couple of minutes later, it's Quinn who bends to pluck a pebble from the beach, though hers is a deep amber color.

"I think we found the two most colorful pebbles on this beach," she muses, turning it over in her hand.

"Maybe it's a sign," Tina says, smiling a little when Quinn looks over at her. "Maybe you and I were supposed to find them."

Quinn smiles back and nods, murmuring, "Maybe," as she dips her head for a kiss before they continue on.

They're in bed a week later, the night before Quinn is supposed to leave, and Quinn sighs, turning on her side and resting her hand on Tina's stomach.

"I really don't want to leave tomorrow," she says quietly, stroking Tina's bare skin with her fingertips.

Tina smiles up at her, rubbing her hand along Quinn's arm. "I know you're excited about going."

"Okay, I really don't want to leave you tomorrow," Quinn amends, arching an eyebrow.

Tina's smile widens and she nods. "I know. But you know I'll come visit you, and it's only for a few months."

"Yeah," Quinn murmurs. "I am excited to go, it's an amazing opportunity, but I just – what do I do when I need you with me?" Tears suddenly shine in her eyes. "When I need you so much it hurts?"

Tina pushes up on her elbow, placing her hand on the side of Quinn's head as she presses a kiss to her lips, and then shifts to stand.

"I have something for you."

"You do?" Quinn says, sniffling quietly.

"Mmhmm," Tina hums, tugging open a drawer of her dresser and pulling something out.

She comes back to settle on the bed, sitting cross-legged, and Quinn sits up to face her, frowning curiously.

"Remember the other day on the beach, when we found those pebbles?"

Quinn nods, and Tina smiles, opening her hands to reveal the two stones, pink and yellow, smooth and shiny and now shaped like hearts, silver chains dangling from each one.

"I had them turned into necklaces, one for you, and one for me. I'll take your yellow one, and you take my pink one, and when you wear it, it'll rest here –" She lifts her hand to press it between Quinn's breasts, feeling the other girl's heart pounding under her palm. "And when you miss me, when you need me, you just imagine that this heart is mine. Right over yours. Right where it will always belong."

Tears roll down Quinn's cheeks as she stares at Tina, and then she smiles brilliantly before leaning forward and pressing her lips to Tina's, resting her hand on the back of the other girl's neck.

"I love you so much," she whispers when the kiss breaks, touching her forehead to Tina's.

Tina kisses her again, a soft press of her lips, and smiles as she lifts her hand to Quinn's hair.

"I love you too."

more than a celebrity crush

stillxmyxheart — Sun, 04 Nov 2012 16:54:38 GMT

more than a celebrity crush - Dianna/Darren; G (AU, inspired by this photoset)

The first time he sees her, it's not long after he starts working at the gas station.

His breath catches at the sight of her through the store window, and his hands still in the process of restocking the candy by the register.

He's never been the type to fawn over famous people (okay, maybe before he actually moved out here, but after a year of living in LA, the shine has worn off), but she...

She's different.

He's watched her on that silly TV show, seen a few interviews here and there, and his crush has grown steadily.

He's let himself indulge in his thoughts, certain that nothing would ever come of it, certain he would never meet her, but now he's staring at her through the window of this gas station, and his heart is tapping out a crazy beat inside his chest.

The door chimes as someone walks into the store, and he rouses himself, tearing his eyes from her to finish stacking Hershey bars and packs of gum.

He moves back behind the counter after he finishes, and his eyes drift irresistibly to the window again, watching as she finishes filling up her car.

His heart sinks a little when she gets back into her car without coming inside, and he watches her until she drives away before reluctantly turning his attention to the customer at the counter.

The first time he talks to her, she actually comes inside, and his heart nearly stops when he sees her pass through the door.

He casts furtive glances at her as she moves to the refrigerator cases near the back, and then down the candy aisle, her expression thoughtful as she decides what she wants.

He finishes cashing out the customer in front of him, and by the time they leave, she's approaching the counter, a bottle of water and a packet of Skittles in one hand, wallet and car keys in the other.

"Hi," she says, smiling softly as she lays the items on the counter.

"Hi," he replies, smiling broadly back as he rings up the water and candy.

Her long blonde hair is tied at the back of her head, soft pink lips curved in that gently smile, and she's even more beautiful in person, even without any makeup he can see.

His fingers brush against her skin when he drops her change into her palm, and the sensation sends a thrill through him.

Her eyes flick to meet his, and she holds his gaze for a moment before smiling a little uncertainly and dropping the coins into her wallet.

She gathers her things together again, declining his offer of a bag, and murmurs, "Have a nice day," as she walks from the store.

"That's my line," he says quietly as the door swings shut, and then gives a short laugh, drumming his fingers against the counter before turning away.

The first time he introduces himself to her, she giggles and nods.

"I know," she murmurs, pointing to the name tag attached to his shirt.

He grins sheepishly and nods, and she smiles back as she says, "I'm Dianna."

"I, um, know," he replies, glancing behind her at the rack of magazines, one of which has her displayed on the cover.

She flushes and nods, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Right."

"I hope you don't think I'm weird for saying this," he begins cautiously, "but... you're prettier in person."

She laughs softly as she accepts her change. "Even without makeup and my hair a mess?"

"Especially then," he says before he can stop himself, and she flushes again as she drops her change into her wallet.

"Thank you," she says softly, smiling at him once more. "I'll see you later."

The first time he asks her out, they're standing by the gas pump, and he's got a dripping wet squeegee in his hand.

The words come out of his mouth before he can stop them. "Do you want to go out with me?"

She stares at him, wide-eyed, and he hurries to replace the squeegee before coming to stand in front of her again.

"I know I'm just some guy who works at a gas station, and there are probably a ton of other guys you could go out with, but I just – I really like you. And – and not because you're famous, but because I've gotten to know you a little bit over the past couple of months and I would just really like the chance to know more." He raises his eyebrows hopefully. "If – if you want to."

"Darren –" she begins, her eyebrows knitted together.

He nods, cutting her off before she can continue. "No, it's okay, I get it." He flashes a tight smile as he takes a step back. "I'm sorry. I'll see you around."

"Wait!" she says, laughing softly and grabbing his arm as he turns away from her.

He turns to face her, optimism cautiously flaring inside of him, and she smiles.

"I was going to say yes."

"You were?" he says, unable to keep disbelief from his voice.

She laughs again and nods. "I was. I am. I'd love to go out with you."

He laughs, surprised and relieved at the same time, and she smiles up at him, her hand still on his arm as she bites gently on her lip.

the ivy league boys could never compare

stillxmyxheart — Sat, 20 Oct 2012 20:54:33 GMT

Title: the ivy league boys could never compare
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Betas: Beth
Rating: Adult
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 3,450
Characters/Pairings: Quinn, Jesse (Quinn/Jesse)
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: A random visit to New York turns into a night they'll never forget.

A/N: For Beth ♥ And the first new fic posted here at the comm!

"And here I thought you wouldn't notice me."

Quinn's smile is wry, a little teasing, when Jesse opens the door to his dressing room, and he grins at her.

"Ghost of Grace Kelly. You tend to stand out."

She flushes at the nickname, just as she did the first time he said it, and his grin widens as he steps back to let her inside.

"So," he says, turning to face her after he closes the door. "What brings you to my show?"

She shrugs. "I was in town, and saw something about it."

He cocks an eyebrow. "Or you were in town because you saw something about it?"

She gives him a look. "Don't flatter yourself."

He continues grinning, unswayed by her jab, and raises his eyebrows as he moves towards her.

"Still down New Haven way? Ivy Leaguing it up?"

"Mmhmm," she hums, circling around his small dressing room, aware of his eyes on her ass. "Junior now."

"Halfway done."

She hums another affirmative, standing in front of his dressing table now. It's completely empty of pictures or any other kind of sentimental memorabilia, though there are two vases of flowers placed somewhat haphazardly on the surface.

"Have you got some clean cut, polo shirt wearing boyfriend waiting for you?"

She laughs lightly, finally turning to face him again. "No. Single as I can be. Not a big fan of Ivy League boys. You?"

"Same. And I'm single too."

She rolls her eyes at his joke, though he's rewarded by the small curve of her lips, and leans against the edge of the dressing table, crossing her legs at her ankles.

His eyes drift over the bare expanse of leg between the hem of her dress and the tops of her shoes, and he moves closer to her, lifting his gaze to her face again.

One eyebrow is arched, and she takes a breath. "So how come you asked me to come back here, anyway?"

He shrugs. "Not often that I see someone from Lima, and you're one of the few I can actually stand to talk to."

"I'm flattered."

"You should be."

The corner of her mouth rises, and he swallows hard; he's always loved that little smirk of hers. Even when he dated Rachel, he thought Quinn's smirk was one of the sexiest things he'd ever seen.

"Any other reason?" she asks, and he notices the way her fingers curl around the edge of the table as he moves closer to her.

"You stand out," he says again. "You're more beautiful now than you were in high school. Connecticut looks good on you." He raises his eyebrows. "What made you pick my show, out of all the shows in New York?"

"I wanted to see you," she murmurs, looking up at him when he stops right in front of her. "I didn't come to New York to see you, but when I saw your show –"

Her words are cut off by his lips pressing against hers, and she doesn't hesitate to kiss him back, one hand rising to the back of his neck as her teeth scrape over his bottom lip.

His tongue slides into her mouth as he brings his hands up to push the black leather jacket from her shoulders, and he spares a thought to think of how her sense of style has matured as well since high school, the jacket and shining black heels so different from the cardigans and flats of fifteen.

The dress evokes memories of those times, black patterned with multicolored flowers, but when he gets her jacket off, he sees the straps are thin and flimsy, and it's evident she's not wearing a bra.

Her breath is hot on his mouth when he cups one breast in his hand, feeling the hard point of her nipple through the fabric, and he pulls a low moan from the back of her throat when he rubs his thumb against it.

His mouth drops to her neck, kissing his way down her chest, and he tugs the top of her dress down to reveal her perfect breasts.

She moans again, louder this time, when his mouth closes over her nipple, and her fingers slide into his hair, tugging sharply with every nip of his teeth and flick of his tongue.

One hand drops to her thigh, and he eases it under her skirt, drifting down and around to caress the skin of her inner thigh as he works his way up.

His fingers brush against her panties, and he finds her already wet, the soft material soaked through and clinging to her skin.

He traces her folds through the fabric, loving the way she grips his shirt and moves her hips forward into his touch.

He's already hard, has been since he kissed her, and wastes no time in tugging her panties from her hips and down her legs.

She sits on the edge of the dressing table as he hurries to work the fastenings of his pants, and they drop to his ankles as he steps forward.

He pulls her closer with his hands firm on her hips, and then lifts her legs over his arms, bracing his hands on the table as he spreads her wide.

He buries himself inside of her with one smooth thrust, and she gasps, her arms circling his neck as he begins to move.

Their bodies are pressed together, and the top of her dress is still pulled down, making her nipples rub against the fabric of his shirt, and she gasps at the extra sensation.

His movements are quick and a little rough, pressing as deep as he can and making her cry out softly against his neck.

After a couple of minutes, she leans back, her head tipped against the mirror as she brings her hand to her breast, and he watches as she kneads the soft swell, pinching the nipple between her fingertips and making herself gasp and moan.

He leans forward to place his mouth on her other breast, changing the speed of his hips a little, and she cries out softly, the mirror rattling slightly as she presses against it.

A moment passes and he straightens again, his hips speeding up once more as he pounds into her.

She swears softly as her eyes close, her brow knitting together, and a beat later, her hand drifts down her body to press her fingers to her clit.

His gaze drops to watch as she rubs herself, pressing and circling the tiny nub, and then she's coming hard, her mouth open wide, her back arching as she clenches around him.

The pulse of her muscles makes him come a second later, and he barely hears the sound of glass breaking in the haze of his orgasm.

When he comes back to himself, she's slumped on the table, a lazy, satisfied look on her face, and the corner of her mouth rises when she meets his gaze.

"I accidentally broke one of your vases," she murmurs a little sheepishly, glancing to her left.

Her hand is holding the edge of the table, and he leans over slightly to see the shattered vase and heap of flowers on the floor.

He smiles when he looks at her again, and shakes his head. "I think it was worth it."

She giggles softly and nods as she sits up.

He bends to pull up his pants, handing her panties to her when he straightens, and she stands to pull them on and fix her dress.

She gathers up the flowers while he goes in search of a broom, and after the glass is swept up and disposed of, he looks at her with a slight curve to his lips.

"I've got another vase back at my place we could put those in."

"Subtle," she says with a snort.

"I've never pretended to be subtle."

"True."

His smile widens. "We can order takeout, catch up a little bit, maybe go for round two."

She laughs softly at that and shakes her head. "If you expect me to stay with you tonight, then you need to reimburse me for the hotel room I've already paid for."

"So," he begins, drawing the word out and narrowing his eyes slightly, "I'd basically be paying you for sex."

She rolls her eyes and smacks his chest. "You are such an ass."

"Yeah, I know."

He steps closer to her, pressing against her as he kisses her. His hand slides around to grip her backside, and he swallows the moan that slips from her mouth into his.

"Come on," he murmurs against her mouth, reaching for her hand and leading her from the room.

They walk to his place, and she barely has a chance to set the flowers on the kitchen table before his mouth is on hers and he's backing her towards the couch.

She sits down hard, the kiss barely breaking, and then he's on his knees in front of her, reaching under her skirt to pull her panties off once more, tossing them over his shoulder.

"Fuck," she breathes when he pulls her to the edge of the couch, his hands on her thighs as he spreads her open.

She's still wet and a little sticky from before, and her head falls back when he touches his mouth to her, his tongue light and teasing before it dips inside of her.

Her shoe slips off as she lifts one leg to brace her foot against the cushion, opening herself to him a little bit more.

Her eyes open and she realizes she can see the moon through his windows, bright and full in the sky.

His tongue flicks over her clit, and she shivers, the moon wavering as her eyelashes flutter.

It disappears completely when he sucks on her clit, her eyes closing as her head tips back even more, a long, low moan escaping her throat.

He spreads her open wider with his fingers, lapping at her and making it sound like she's the best fucking thing he's ever tasted, and fuck, she doesn't even have to tell him what to do; it's like he just knows.

The Ivy League boys could never compare to this.

Two fingers slide inside of her as his tongue returns to her clit, and her hand drops to his hair, tugging the soft waves as he brings her closer and closer to the edge.

Finally he curls his fingers, sucking hard on her clit, and she comes with a loud cry, her hips rising against his mouth as her hand drops to the couch cushion, the other rising to grip the one behind her head.

His fingers keep moving until her body relaxes, and she sags in her seat, running her hands through her hair and covering her face with her arms.

She hears his voice a moment later, and feels his presence over her, and moves her arms, opening her eyes to see him staring down at her, a bemused expression on his face.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," she breathes, her thighs clenching against the vague pulse of her intimate muscles. "I just wasn't expecting that. I thought we were going to eat first."

He grins. "I never said that list was in order." One eyebrow arches. "And one of us did eat."

She snorts laughter, and he grins again as he dips his head to kiss her before pushing to stand.

She follows him into the kitchen to look at his takeout menus, and he doesn't miss the fact that she doesn't put her panties back on.

They decide what they want, and he phones in the order, and then fucks her once more on the counter while they wait for their food to arrive.

"God, Jesse," she breathes, her body still shaking a little as he pulls out of her.

"Something tells me you haven't been fucked really well in a long time," he murmurs against her neck. "I'm just trying to help make up for lost time, and give those Yale boys something to live up to."

"I may never get laid again after this," she mutters when he steps away from her, and doesn't miss his quiet snicker as he moves to answer the door.

She finally gets a moment to look around his apartment as he talks to the delivery person at the door, and it makes her smile.

It's a loft space, completely open, except for an enclosed area in one corner that she assumes is the bathroom. The walls are exposed brick, and the outer wall is lined with windows, big and uncovered. She wonders briefly what it must be like in the morning.

There are several low bookshelves under the windows, random little knick knacks situated on top of each one. The couch is a sectional, tucked in another corner, and she can see a TV on a stand at the edge of the rug.

The dining table separates the living room from the kitchen, and when she hops off the counter as he comes back inside, she can see his bed against the wall opposite the living room.

It's large and unmade, and looks terribly inviting.

They settle on the couch with their dinners, and do catch up as they eat, though she mostly listens rather than talks; his stories about living in New York are much more interesting than hers about New Haven.

After they finish and throw the takeout containers in the trash, their clothes come off and she pushes him onto the bed.

She rides him to one orgasm, certain there will be bruises later from his fingers digging into her hips, and then he flips her and joins her for her second, spilling inside of her before slumping over her.

He lets her shower first, and then climbs into bed behind her, humming happily as his hand passes over the smooth skin of her stomach and up to gently squeeze her breast.

She makes a sleepy noise of protest, twisting away from him a little, though nothing about her suggests that she's annoyed, just tired.

"Let me rest, okay," she mumbles. "You wore me out."

He laughs quietly and nods as he presses a kiss to her shoulder, murmuring, "Sweet dreams," against her skin before settling down to sleep as well.

Weak morning light streams through the windows when he wakes up, and he takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her and smiling a little as thoughts of last night flash through his mind.

She stirs against him, her ass brushing against his already half-hard length, and he bites back a groan, burying his face in her hair.

A moment later, her hand finds his, her fingers weaving briefly through his before she lifts his hand to her breast.

He smiles again and presses a kiss to the back of her neck as he gently squeezes her breast, his fingers ghosting over her nipple and making her sigh.

Her arm rises behind her to thread her fingers in his hair, and he brings his kisses to her shoulder, his hand still on her breast.

Another few moments pass, and then he grabs the single sheet over them to throw it aside before his hand drifts down her body to dip between her legs, feeling how wet she is as his fingers pass over her folds.

He's fully hard now, and his hand moves to her thigh to lift her leg over his, spreading her open so he can slide inside of her.

His other arm slides underneath her, pressing his hand to her stomach and holding her against him as he begins to move.

His pace is languid, a drastic change from the night before, but it's early, probably not even eight o'clock yet, and it feels like they're both still half asleep anyway, like they're having sex in a dream.

He touches another kiss to the curve of her neck, and then nips at it gently, scraping his teeth over her skin and making her moan and tighten around him.

His hand is on her thigh again, holding it in place as he slides in and out of her, and her hand drops to cover his, pushing a little, coaxing him to spread her legs a little wider.

He obliges, the movements of his hips speeding up just slightly, and she gasps, turning her head towards her pillow as her free hand grips the corner tightly.

He's about to come, and he brings the hand on her thigh between her legs to press against her clit, rubbing and circling just as he watched her do the night before.

Her orgasm is quiet, soft gasps and whimpers escaping her lips, but he can feel the clenching of her muscles, sees the arch of her back, and knows it's just as good as it was last night.

He comes a second later, groaning against her back as his grip tightens on her thigh, his fingers pressing into her stomach.

They relax again a few minutes later, and he slips out of her as he turns onto his back.

A heartbeat later, she shifts, turning towards him and curling against his side, her head on his shoulder as she rests her hand on his chest.

He makes no move to pull the sheet over them again, just loops his arm around her shoulders, and before long, they're both asleep once more.

The light is brighter when they awake again sometime later, though neither of them moves, his fingertips absently tracing over the skin of her upper arm.

"God," she finally murmurs. "I don't think I've ever had that many orgasms in one night. How many was it? Five?"

He grins a little. "Six, if you want to count this morning too."

She laughs softly, tapping her fingers against his chest. "You could try not to sound so proud of yourself."

"What's wrong with taking pride in what I do?"

She laughs again, shaking her head as she tips it up to look at him, and he grins before bending his head to kiss her.

They're quiet for a moment after it breaks, and then he takes a breath.

"I came to see you once," he says softly. "I heard about one of your shows, and had some time, so I came down to New Haven for one of the performances. You didn't see me, obviously," he says, laughing a little at the surprised look on her face.

"Why didn't you say hi then?"

He shrugs. "I don't know. It just didn't feel right. Something just compelled me to slip out quietly. When I saw you in the audience last night, though, it felt like a sign. I'd come to see you, and then you came to see me. I couldn't ignore that."

A smile curves her lips, and he returns it.

"You're a wonderful actress, you know. Maybe one day you and I could star in something together."

Her smile widens. "Maybe one day."

He dips his head to kiss her again, and then asks if she wants to grab lunch.

She smiles and nods. "Sure."

They get dressed, she in her dress from last night, finding her panties half under a chair in the living room, and shrugging her coat on before they leave.

After they eat, he walks her to her hotel so she can change and check out, and slips her enough cash to cover the cost of the room.

She shakes her head, giving him a look. "I was just kidding –"

"Take it. Hold on to it, and maybe you can take me to dinner if I'm down your way again."

She laughs and rolls her eyes, but nods as she tucks the money into her purse.

They walk to the train station next so she can go back to New Haven, and she smiles as she thanks him for a great evening.

"And morning," she adds, gently biting her lip as her smile widens.

"For once, I can't take all of the credit. Some of the thanks goes to you as well."

She gives a short laugh, and he smiles as he tips her chin up with his thumb and forefinger, bending to touch a light kiss to her lips.

"If you get bored with those Ivy League boys," he murmurs when he pulls back, "you know where to find me."

"Got it," she says, the corner of her mouth lifting in that smirk that still drives him crazy.

He watches her go until she disappears into the crowd, and then turns to head home, a smile curving his lips.

since i'm here

stillxmyxheart — Fri, 19 Oct 2012 19:00:46 GMT

since i'm here - Quinn/Blaine; G

Quinn checks her phone one more time, and then sighs as she glances out the window.

Either she's been stood up, or the guy she was supposed to meet here can't tell time. She's pretty sure it's the former.

She sighs again, unable to believe she really took the train all the way from New Haven just to meet some guy, and drops her phone back into her purse, getting ready to leave.

Suddenly she hears the quiet plink of piano keys, just audible over the low buzz of noise in the bar, and looks over to see a young man settling on the piano bench.

He says something into the microphone that she doesn't quite catch, though she suspects it may have been some kind of greeting, and then begins to play.

A few bars in, he starts to sing, and she stares at him, utterly enthralled. His voice is beautiful, clear and soulful.

There's a tip jar set on top of the piano, and a few people come to drop bills in, but he's so passionate with his performance that he doesn't seem to notice.

He does notice, though; he just doesn't want to acknowledge them and break his flow.

His fingers fly over the keys, the song flowing from his throat, and he again feels that thrill of doing something he loves. It's only half of his job here, but being able to perform like this makes up for the other half of waiting tables.

The song nears the end, and he comes down a little bit, becoming more aware of his surroundings, and notices the girl approaching him.

He holds back a sigh, bracing himself for the inevitable flirting, asking if he wants a drink, complimenting him on his piano playing and then wondering what else his fingers are good at.

"That was beautiful."

Her voice is quiet, almost reverent, and the breath he takes catches in his throat when he finally lifts his gaze to her face.

She's beautiful, long blonde hair, wide hazel eyes, soft pink lips that curve into a shy smile when she sees the look on his face.

"Thank you," he says quickly, smiling back at her, and she laughs quietly.

She takes a breath, twisting the strap of her purse in her fingers as she glances down, and then looks up at him again.

"I don't usually do this, but I was supposed to meet a guy here, and he stood me up, but since I'm here –" She raises her eyebrows. "Do you maybe want to have a drink with me?"

"My piano shift just started –"

"Right, of course," she interrupts, her expression a little embarrassed as she nods.

"– but I'm off completely in an hour, and I would love to have a drink with you. If you want to wait."

She nods again, her expression relaxing. "I'd love to hear you play more."

They smile at each other, and then he extends his hand. "Blaine."

Her smile widens as she takes it. "Quinn."

five out of a thousand

stillxmyxheart — Fri, 19 Oct 2012 18:56:14 GMT

five out of a thousand - Quinn/Blaine; G

"Okay, which one?" Blaine says, holding up the bowties so Quinn can see.

Her laughter is a little tinny, a little distant trapped inside of his laptop, but it warms his heart all the same, as does seeing her face, even if he can't have the real thing right now.

"Hang on; I'm not done being astounded yet that you managed to pick out just five out of the thousand you actually own."

He laughs, shaking his head as his hands fall into his lap. "Shut up, and choose."

"Well, hold them up again so I can see them, doofus."

He obliges, trying his best to make sure she can see them all, and smiling as she leans towards her screen a little, her eyes narrowed slightly.

"The yellow one," she says finally. "It'll bring out your eyes."

He nods, separating the yellow one from the others and twisting to lay them on his bed again before turning to face her once more.

He sighs, tilting his head a little. "I miss you."

She sighs as well, lifting her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. "I know. I miss you too. But I'll be home for Thanksgiving. It's not so far away."

"Yeah," he murmurs.

"Are you ready for your debate?" she asks, raising her eyebrows as she shifts the subject back to where it was.

He laughs quietly. "I'm a little nervous."

"You'll be fine. Just speak from your heart. You've got a lot of passion, Blaine, so make sure they see that."

He smiles. "I love you, you know."

She smiles back. "I love you too."

"Okay, fill me in on your day, and then we'll watch the movie."

She smiles as she starts talking, and he shifts to get a little more comfortable, content to listen to her talk for however long she wants, not even caring if they get to the movie tonight.

surprise

stillxmyxheart — Fri, 19 Oct 2012 18:54:12 GMT

surprise - Quinn/Blaine; G

"Blaine, I cannot do this. I'm going to fail out of college, I know it."

He laughs softly on the other end of the line. "Yes, you can, Quinn, and no, you're not. It's only one test, and you only think you did bad on it."

She blinks away the tears that once again threaten, as they have for the past week, and takes a shaky breath.

"No, I know I did bad on it, and what's worse, I have to wait all weekend to find out just how bad."

"Well, at least you won't have to wait alone."

She slows to a stop, confusion creasing her brow. "What do you mean? You're all the way back in Lima."

He laughs again. "Turn around."

She spins on her heel, and nearly drops her phone when she sees him standing several feet behind her, his grin evident as he lifts his free hand in a wave.

She rushes towards him, jamming her phone in her pocket as she goes, and he has just enough time to put his away before she throws her arms around his neck.

"Oh my god, I've missed you so much," she murmurs against his neck, closing her eyes as she tightens her grip on him.

He chuckles softly, his arms tight around her waist. "I've missed you too."

"What are you doing here, though?" she asks when she pulls back.

He shrugs, his arms still around her. "You've been stressing so much the past couple of weeks, I thought I'd come out for a weekend, try to calm you down a bit, remind you of how awesome you are."

She laughs, feeling lighter than she has in weeks. "I wish I'd known you were coming."

"Sort of defeats the purpose of it being a surprise."

She laughs again and runs her fingers self-consciously through her hair. "I just look like such a mess, and my dorm room is disgusting -"

"I'm sure it's not as bad as you think it is, and you look beautiful, as always." He raises his eyebrows. "Ivy League Quinn is very sexy."

She giggles, and he grins, dipping his head to kiss her.

"I'm so glad you're here," she sighs when it breaks, laying her head on his chest. "I love you so much."

He smiles, lifting his hand to brush his fingers over her hair, and touches a light kiss to the top of her head.

"I love you too."

i'll never let you fall

stillxmyxheart — Fri, 19 Oct 2012 18:51:43 GMT

i'll never let you fall - Quinn/Blaine; G

Quinn lets out a frustrated sigh when she realizes she's off the beat again, and Blaine shuts off the music.

"It's okay, Quinn, you're doing really well."

She shakes her head, raising a hand to the bandana holding her hair back, and sighs again. "I'm not going to have this down by Nationals, and then we're going to lose because of me."

She sinks into a chair, and he moves to sit next to her. "You're going to be fine. You're already doing so much better. You're only a little off the beat –"

"Because I'm too slow."

He sighs and reaches for her hand, giving her fingers a squeeze. "Nationals is still days away, okay? By then, you're going to be right on the beat, dancing perfectly like you used to."

She smiles a little as she looks at him. "You have so much faith in me."

He pushes her hair behind her ear, and then rests his hand on the back of her neck. "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't?"

Her smile widens, and he leans forward to kiss her.

They sit for a few minutes so she can rest, and then he stands, pulling her to her feet before moving to start the music again.

"Don't push yourself, okay?" he warns.

She nods, smiling a little, and they start dancing again, continuing to work on the routine for Nationals.

Things are going better until she stumbles, and he hurries forward to catch her before she can fall to the floor.

Her hands press against his chest as he holds her tightly, and he can feel her heart hammering.

"You okay?" he murmurs, pulling his head back a little to look at her face.

She nods, laughing a little breathlessly. "Good thing you were there."

He smiles as she straightens, though her hands still press against his chest, and his arms are still tight around her.

"I'm always going to be here, Quinn," he says quietly, rubbing his hand over her back as he presses a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'll never let you fall."

She smiles and nods, her hands sliding up his chest to loop her arms around his neck. "I know."

nobody's better than you

stillxmyxheart — Fri, 19 Oct 2012 18:49:15 GMT

nobody's better than you - Quinn/Blaine; G

"I know about you and Cooper."

She freezes, her heart clenching in her chest as she looks up at Blaine. "What?"

He glances away, his arms tightening over his chest. "Rachel saw you two together."

Her mind flashes back to that afternoon in the auditorium, to Cooper's lips on hers before she could stop him, and her hands firm on his chest as she pushed him away.

She swings her legs over the edge of the bed, her expression earnest as she stares up at him. "It's not what you think, Rachel didn't see everything."

He shakes his head, a humorless smile curving his lips. "I guess I should be used to Cooper taking everything that means anything to me."

Tears sting her eyes as she gives a sharp shake of her head. "Blaine, please, it's not what you think –"

"Forget it, Quinn."

He strides from the room, and she gasps as her eyes fall closed, tears rolling down her cheeks.

A beat later, she springs from the bed, yanking open her bedroom door and dashing down the stairs.

Blaine's outside, almost to his car, and she hurries to catch up to him.

"You have to listen to me, okay?"

He turns to look at her, his expression pained. "What is there to say? Cooper's better? Older? Taller?"

She snorts and shakes her head. "Okay, he may be older. And taller. But he's not better. He kissed me, but I pushed him away. I guess Rachel didn't see that, but I did not kiss him back; I told him I was with you, and that you are who I want."

Her hand rests on his cheek, and she raises her eyebrows. "I haven't always been the best person; I've cheated before, I've done terrible things, but I swear to you, I promise you, I will not do that to you. I care about you, and us, too much to let anything ruin it."

She shifts closer, looping both arms around his neck, and breathes a small sigh of relief when she feels his arms circle her waist.

He kisses her gently, and then sighs. "I'm sorry –"

She shakes her head. "It's okay. I know about all the stuff with you and Cooper. I know those feelings don't go away overnight, but he is not better than you, especially not for me. Nobody is."

He smiles, his eyes a little overbright in the sunshine, and then pulls her into a hug, holding her tightly. "I love you so much."

She smiles against his shoulder, holding him just as tightly, and murmurs, "I love you too."