#glee oneshots

[embodyingchaos]

Hi! Since you are writing for Finn could you please write about the gaga episode including the reader and they help him with his red outfit or the rocky horror episode? Thank you!

❥ hi sweetheart! MY FIRST GLEE REQUEST AAAAA im so excited, i hope you like this! (so sorry this is so late!)

theatricality rewritten pairing: finn hudson x gn!reader genre: platonic, fluff, sorta angst(?) warnings: finn being sortaaa homophobic, mention of the f slur, finn being a jerk, this is like so bad im so sorry word count: 1.9k

the halls of mckinley were filled with students roaming around, conversing with one another while someone was just trying to put their books back into their locker. y/n swore as the books inside their locker fell out and plopped onto the floor, “how the hell does this even happen, i put them sideways for god’s sake.” they whispered to themselves, bending down to grab them before rearranging their positions. as they were putting their books back in, finn hudson had approached them.

“hey, y/n.” they looked up, “oh, hey finn. what’s up?” y/n asked as they closed their locker, “so many things are up. so many damn things.” he exasperatedly said, leaning his back on the wall. 

finn and y/n had been friends ever since pre-school, they used to be best friends but some things change. they both reconnected when they joined the glee club around the same time. “what is it now? rachel? quinn? puck?” “kurt.” y/n whistled lowly, “that’s a new one.” they started to walk down the hallway to head to the glee club. “what about him?” “well, my mom made us move in with him and his dad, and now- now, i’ve got to share a room with him! like the dude’s fine and all, sure, but i need my privacy and he kinda makes me feel, i don’t know, uncomfortable?” finn rambled, stuffing his hands into his pockets as his flannel brushed to the side.

y/n only chuckled, “why on earth does he make you uncomfortable?” their question makes finn fidget a bit, “he just… i’m so sure he likes me. it’s obvious. sharing a room with him is like sharing a room with a girl that likes me.” y/n gave him a weird look, “okay, i’ll pretend you didn’t just compare kurt to a girl and that you think he likes you-” “i’m not thinking it! he does!” they sighed, “right. look, if it bothers you that much, sleep in the living room. it isn’t that complicated, finn.” finn huffed and nodded as they entered the choir room.

he sat beside tina, who was looking a little off today and that’s when it clicked. “you aren’t wearing your usual goth look, t. what happened?” y/n asked her as they sat beside finn, “figgins thinks she’s a vampire and said if she wore goth any time soon, she’d get suspended.” mercedes explained, “what.” y/n deadpanned, in disbelief that their principal actually believes vampires are real.

“it’s so weird.” “this so isn’t you.” artie and finn commented, “i feel like an asian branch davidian.” tina expressed woefully, will frowned at her state. “tina, are there any other looks you can try?” mr. schuester’s question started a plenty of suggestions. “biker chick?” “cowgirl?” “hood rat.” “computer programmer!” “cross-country skier.” “catholic schoolgirl?” “a happy-meal, no onions… or a chicken.” everyone looked at brittany with concern before tina had enough of their ideas.

“look, i appreciate it, guys, but it just isn’t me. i know who i am, and i’m not allowed to show it. it’s like communism.” she begrudgingly comments before rachel stomped into the room, fervent as always.

“guys, we have a serious problem. you know, i’ve been doing some deep background on vocal adrenaline-” “isn’t that against the rules?” artie asked her, “no, not at all- or, probably. whatever!” schue shook his head at her answer, but rachel didn’t really seem to care. “anyway, what i figured out, i rooted through the dumpsters behind the carmel auditorium and i found 18 empty boxes of christmas lights.” tina’s eyes widened, “oh, no.” “which led me to joelle fabrics. i asked them about red chantilly lace and they were sold out!” rachel exclaimed and now the girls and kurt looked entirely worried. “oh, sweet jesus.” “oh, my.” mercedes and him commented, a few of the guys looked confused.

mr. schuester looked at rachel, “what?” “they’re doing gaga.” kurt explained while mercedes and rachel expressed how screwed they were. “we should have guessed it. they’re going full out theatricality. they know it’s the easiest way to beat us. damn them!” y/n took a deep breath in, they were definitely screwed.

“what’s up with this gaga dude? he just dresses weird, right? like bowie?” puck’s question made rachel scoff, “lady gaga is a woman! she’s only the biggest pop act to come along in decades! she’s boundary-pushing! the most theatrical performer of our generation, and she changes her looks faster than britt changes sexual partners.” “that’s true.” she agreed as kurt went on a rant about how amazing lady gaga is.

“it makes sense that vocal adrenaline would pay homage. it’s a brilliant move. she’s a perfect fit for them.” artie muttered, “now, hold on a second.” schue spoke up, “we might be able to kill two birds with one stone here. we can help tina find a new look and find a competitive number for regionals.” tina smiled as y/n held her hand encouragingly.

“this week, your assignment: gaga.” a round of whispers filled the room as the girls and kurt began to plot, rachel announced the ideas were coming to her, needing a pen and paper before mr. schuester pointed at his office. the boys, however, didn’t look too happy about it. y/n was pretty neutral on the topic. 

after the glee meeting, both finn and y/n walked side-by-side in the hallway as they headed to class. they turned to finn, “you look excited about gaga.” they commented sarcastically but finn didn’t catch that. “what? i’m not-” “i know. i was being sarcastic, you big doof.” y/n smiled, “come on, it isn’t so bad. lady gaga’s got some catchy hits, like just dance.” finn tilted his head, “of course, you don’t know that song. why did i even mention it?” they muttered to themselves, looking around the hallway with a bored expression.

finn let out an annoyed grunt, “why are we always doing the things the girls wanna do?” he wondered out loud, y/n pressed their lips into a firm line. “well, if that’s how you feel, then why don’t you express it to mr. schue? i’m sure he’ll understand your point of view. sometimes.” the tall boy nodded, slowly smiling. “maybe i will.” he simply said before turning back around to head to mr. schuester’s office. “aaand there he goes.” y/n quietly commented, continuing their journey to history class.

gaga week had gone extremely well, other than karofsky and azimio picking on tina and kurt, and rachel finding out that vocal adrenaline’s coach was her mom. finn had also convinced mr. schue to allow the boys to do a song by the band kiss instead of lady gaga.

y/n was getting text spams and long rants every five minutes from finn about how much of a hassle it was to live with kurt, it was honestly starting to get on their nerves. they didn’t care about it much until they got a text from the quarterback saying he had called kurt a slur when he was blinded by rage. 

finn drove to their house and was immediately met with an upset face. “i cannot believe you called him that!” they yelled as finn fell onto their bed with his hands on his face, “i know, dude. i feel really bad about it, too.” he groaned in frustration, mad at himself for being such a jerk.

“i wanna make it up to him, but i just don’t know how.” finn muttered, staring up at their bedroom’s ceiling. y/n fiddled with their oversized t-shirt before their eyes lingered on a specific costume that was hung on their closet door; their gaga costume. y/n smirked, “i have an idea.” they slyly turned towards their best friend who raised his head up with a questionable look on his face.

with that, they spent the entire night fashioning up a theatricality costume for the boy as a way to show his support for kurt and that he was different from the other guys on the football team who would judge and scrutinise everything the glee club did.

the next day, since it was the end of the week, everyone had decided to go to school in their costumes. y/n didn’t mind but it was a bit uncomfortable to get to and from class in white latex tights.

“woah! guys, why are you all in your theatricality costumes?” mr. schue asked as he walked into the choir room, “it’s the end of the week. we were kind of hoping to learn what the lesson of the assignment was.” artie told him, “well, um, you guys have had some great numbers this week but i’m not sure that i know either.” he confessed and the rest of the club chuckled with him before a voice spoke up.

“i do.” tina walked into the room in her usual goth attire, “goth tina! you’re back!” y/n exclaimed, beaming at her. the girl smiled at their enthusiasm, “i refuse to dress like somebody i’m not to be somebody i’m not, and i learned it’s good to be a little theatrical.” she said before taking a bow as everyone applauded. “there she is! she’s back!” mr. schue encouragingly announced, patting her on the back.

artie looked around amidst all the cheering, realising that two people were missing. “wait, where’s kurt? and where’s finn?” his question made everyone look around, before the revelation hit y/n. “guys, we need to go find them. now.” the entire club ventured out together through the hallways to find the two guys, which they did.

“oh my god.” “what is finn wearing?” santana stated and quinn asked, in shock. “he wanted to make up for something he did to kurt so i helped him with his gaga costume.” y/n explained, “problem was that we could only use this old shower curtain i found in my attic.” they added, snickering at the sight of their friend wearing a red, rubber-looking dress. they walked towards them as they noticed karofsky and azimio were once again bullying them. “‘cause i’m pretty sure we can take the both of you.” “yeah, but can you take all of us?” puck quipped as they backed finn up.

“okay. okay, i get it. i took biology. you know what, karofsky? we done disturbed the freak hive! the worker freaks is trying to protect the queen freak.” azimio mocked, “next time, we’ll bring some friends, too.” karofsky threatened before the two jocks walked away from the group.

rachel took off her shades, “i’m tired of everyone calling us freaks.” she complained, “well, look at us. we are freaks.” mercedes joked as everyone laughed along. finn smiled at this, “but we’re all freaks together, and we shouldn’t have to hide it.” he told them before sudden clapping attracted their attention. 

“nice job, finn. think you just figured out what the lesson was, kinda makes me wish i’d planned it.” mr. schue joked, “but mercedes is right, you do all look incredibly insane.” y/n smiled and turned to finn, high-fiving one another. “told you my plan would work.” they whispered to him as he rolled his eyes, “yeah, yeah. you’re always right, i get it.” y/n only punched him lightly on his shoulder as they all began to walk back to the choir room.

[mymanyfandomramblings]

For the last month or so I've been working on a project, and the first installment of it is complete, so if any of you want to check it out, here's the ao3 link:

Some Are Born To Sing The Blues (13630 words) by justmelovinbooks Chapters: 22/22 Fandom: Glee (TV 2009) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

It's a series of chronological oneshots, one for each episode of Season One, that either delve into the character's internal thoughts during an episode, or a scene that isn't shown on screen--could be anything from Rachel reflecting on Finn and Quinn's relationship (chapter 2), to the making of Run Joey Run (chapter 17), to Kurt and Finn bonding with their parents (chapters 3 and 20), to the gleeks gossiping about Quinn's pregnancy (chapter 10). I think every character has a moment from their perspective, and the oneshots range from angsty to humorous to fluffy.

If you check it out, and leave kudos--or better still a comment (or more!), I would adore you forever, and that'd be amazing!!

[darecruit]

What are some of your Quinn general headcanons in Baby Please Come Home? Some things that you maybe didn’t include but have thought about idk

Maybe family and friendship aspects or school stuff

Great question!

Here’s a bit on Halloween that didn’t make the cut. I loved this little scene but I could not for the life of me work it in there. Maybe that can be a one shot or something later.

The following Saturday, Quinn tagged along on a Halloween shopping excursion. Shelby had ordered a cute baby bee costume for Beth with Quinn’s input and had then gotten the ‘brilliant’ idea (Shelby’s words, not Quinn’s) to look for a beekeeper costume for herself. She found it at the third costume store and had wanted to get one for Quinn as well, but the teenager outright refused. “Party pooper,” the woman had teased, dropping a smiling poop hat onto Quinn’s head before running off with Beth squealing happily in the cart.

And here’s another Snip that got the boot. A different take on Shelby and Quinn’s Christmas tree talk:

Now as Friday, December 10th came to a close, Quinn found herself getting ready for bed at 9PM, a full hour before her usual school-night bedtime (apparently a Shelby GroundingTM meant early bedtimes every night, school or not). The knock at her door came like clockwork.

“Come in,” the girl called, turning in time to see Shelby poke her head in with a smile. Quinn pursed her lips in reply.

Shelby rolled her own lips in, raising both brows as she stepped fully into the room. Quinn’s annoyance was written all over her face. She knew the girl was chafing under the 9PM bedtime, enough that she had even whined and argued about it several nights in a row now. And while the mother didn’t want to encourage that sort of behavior, it did make her heart soar at its appearance. It meant Quinn was feeling more secure and comfortable around her. Shelby wouldn’t trade that for the world.

“Did you brush your teeth?” she asked as she moved to stand next to Quinn at the bed.

“Yes, Shelby,” Quinn groaned, and the mother could feel rather than see the girl roll her eyes.

Shelby pressed her lips more firmly together to keep herself from breaking into a silly grin. It was a far cry from all the yes and no ma’ams of a week ago. Still, the mother answered that with a few quick swats to the teenager’s bottom, encouraging the girl into bed.

“But it’s the weekend, Shelby—I don’t have a bedtime on the weekends,” Quinn pouted even as she hurried to climb under her covers and get her butt away from Shelby’s left hand. The pats were firm and getting firmer with every tap, but Quinn couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth at the action. Shelby had never wavered in her mothering of Quinn, and the girl loved her all-the-more for it.

Shelby took a seat next to Quinn as soon as the girl settled, then reached out to brush blonde locks away from imploring eyes. With a small quirk of her lips and of her brow, Shelby shook her head at the teenager. “You did last weekend, and you will every weekend you find yourself grounded,” she said simply.

"But there's only a few more days left and I’m not even tired,” the teenager pointed out.

“You are correct—there’s only a few more days. I know you can handle it.”

“Shelby.”

“Quinn,” Shelby echoed the girl’s whine. She then placed a finger against the girl’s lips to stop any further protests. “Do you really want to keep whining at me or would you rather hear about our plans for tomorrow, hmm?”

“What plans?” Quinn asked around Shelby’s finger, curiosity piqued.

Shelby laughed and moved her finger to bop the girl’s nose instead. Quinn wrinkled it in response, making the mother laugh that much harder. “Knew that would change your tune,” she teased. She shifted to lay down next to Quinn in bed, smiling as the girl scooted closer to her and rested her head on Shelby’s shoulder. The mother wrapped her arm around the teen and placed a kiss to her temple. “We are in desperate need of Christmas decorations. I thought we could make a day of it—have lunch out somewhere, go buy a tree, some lights, ornaments. Are there any specific decorations you just have to have? I want to get us all stockings to hang on the fireplace.”

Shelby was practically giddy with excitement—it reminded Quinn so much of Rachel. But then the woman’s words registered in her mind and she shot up. “Wha—Shelby, you’re Jewish,” she sputtered, looking at Shelby like she was mental.

“Yes, but you aren’t. You celebrate Christmas and so, starting this year, I do as well,” Shelby said as she sat up with more dignity. “Besides, I’ve always loved Christmas and now I have the best excuse to celebrate it.”

“You can’t do that. It—It’s too much!”

“You tell me I ‘can’t’ a lot, Little Miss. It hasn’t stopped me yet,” Shelby raised a teasing brow.

“But how are you going to—You can’t possibly be bringing in as much money now that you aren’t working full-time. And you’ve spent so much on me already! The phone, the laptop—all of the extra groceries I cost you every week now! I don’t need Christmas, Shelby. It’s too much and you’ve done enough as it is,” Quinn worried.

“Whoa, hang on,” Shelby held her hands up to stop the teen’s panicked ramblings. “Baby—” she began, knowing that specific endearment never failed to gain Quinn’s undivided attention. Sure enough, hazel eyes locked onto hers, and Shelby could see all of the doubts and fears swirling inside them. “The family finances are not something that you need to worry about. That’s my job. But I’ll tell you this now so you can stop worrying—not that this will be a regular topic for conversation going forward as you are the child and I am the mom—” Shelby didn’t miss the widening of hazel eyes in wonder at her statement.

“I’m not hurting for money, Quinn. I’ve been the top nationally ranked show choir director for four years running, and I was best in the state for eight years before that. Carmel paid me well and I’ve invested wisely. And now, even with working part-time as a vocal coach, I make a very comfortable salary. So you, my very money-conscious girl, can relax now. Let me worry about the finances and the groceries and the rest of it. You just focus on being a child—my child.”

The woman’s words (and the conviction behind them) took Quinn’s breath away. It was one thing for the girl to come to terms with Shelby’s mothering—quite another for the woman to truly mean it. And as much as Quinn wanted to give in and allow Shelby to be that for her, her deep-seated fears wouldn’t let her. “But I’m not—” she began.

“Ah ah,” Shelby corrected, pointing a stern finger at the teenager. “Don’t even think about finishing that thought—not unless you’d like a very hands-on demonstration of just how serious I am about it.”

Quinn’s cheeks grew warm and she squirmed as she looked away from those piercing hazel eyes. “I still don’t need you to do anything for Christmas for me. It’s too much and I don’t deserve it,” she maintained.

“My stubborn girl,” Shelby sighed. “Of course you do!”

“I know you’re new to this, Shelby, but traditionally, Santa doesn’t bring presents to naughty kids,” Quinn retorted. “There’s literally a whole song about it.”

“Good thing you’re not naughty, then,” Shelby teased.

“Shelby—”

“Moms don’t have to listen to Santa anyway. They give presents no matter what.”

“But Shelby—”

“That’s enough. Lay down, please. It’s bedtime,” the mother directed even as she gently nudged the girl to comply.

“But Shelby—”

“I’m going to butt you in a minute, miss,” Shelby warned, her hand falling on the lump of an upturned bottom under the covers. Quinn squeaked and squirmed, but Shelby didn’t miss the ghost of a smile that graced the girl’s face either. Shaking her head, she regarded the teen with an amused smile of her own. “Alright, settle down now,” she said with a few more pats. “You’ve successfully delayed your early bedtime long enough. Time to close your eyes and sleep.”

“I’m still not tired,” Quinn pouted even as she snuggled deeper into her pillow.

“Poor baby,” Shelby cooed, now fussing with the blankets. She smoothed them over the girl’s back and then moved to run her fingers through blonde hair. “It’s still bedtime,” she added, leaning down to place a kiss to Quinn’s cheek.

As far as head canons go, I think Quinn has been keeping to herself since everything started. Pulling away from friends and making excuses for why she can’t hang out. I don’t think they even know she’s living with Shelby. I’m thinking mostly Santana. And I think that will have to come up in the follow up story I want to write.

[pezberrywhoreee]

'Hormones'

pairing: dom!quinn fabray x sub!rachel berry

words: 6,712

content warming: domishskank!quinn, subish!rachel, bdsm, light d/s dynamic, power play, switching, non-binary quinn, she/they quinn, tboy quinn, hrt (testosterone), tdick, increased libido, packer, grinding and frottage, oral sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, sex toys, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, domestic bdsm??, they're in love

summary: how are you gonna talk about hormones when you can't even make that whore moan? or quinn just did her t-shot and settles into a newfound feeling

a/n: before anyone comes for me, why on earth would a cis person write this? this one is for my fellow bitches that want to start t because bottom growth :D

Under the bleachers, right now.

Rachel lightly furrowed her brows at the text that she just received from Quinn. After the initial confusion a little smirk grew on her lips.

I'm having lunch with the glee club, Quinn.

Right now.

She quirked a brow at the firmness of the text, intrigued at what was so urgent that Quinn was acting more demanding than usual.

Rachel packed her lunch away and excused herself, wishing the group a good rest of their day before making her way towards the field.

As she neared the known location of the Skanks, she slightly slowed down just in case she was intruding on something. She peaked her head and only saw her pink and blonde haired partner taking a drag of a cigarette.

She took in their form, marvelling at it as per usual. She loved the way the pink ends of her hair peaked out of her beanie, how her distressed shirt showed off her toned arms, how they purposefully pulled their floor length skirt below their pelvic bone.

Quinn smirked unabashedly at how obvious the brunette was in her staring before quickly dropping their cigarette and stomping it out. She was nowhere near finishing it but her girlfriend had made it clear that she dislikes that habit of hers and the blonde was more than willing to compromise.

They decided that Quinn should limit her smoking around the brunette because she was afraid that the smoke would damage her voice, which the blonde thought was hilarious.

"Are you gonna come here or keep staring?". Quinn teased as she took in the girl, scanning over her form. Her outfit was very on brand - a simple white shirt with frilled sleeves and a staple plaid skirt and white socks along with some loafers to complete the look.

Something about it was so true to self and the blonde couldn't help but be turned on.

"Oh sorry". Rachel apologised with a nervous giggle, making her way towards the pink haired person. Their aura often intimidated the brunette.

Quinn closed the space between them expertly, pulling Rachel by the lower back and pressing their lips together in a heated kiss.

The blonde hummed into the kiss, groping at Rachel's ass. The brunette smiled as they pulled their lips away

"Oh, is that why you needed to see me?". Rachel taunted them lightly. She pushed into the blonde's grasp on her rear.

"I did my T shot yesterday— and I can really feel it". Quinn said between kisses, her hands slowly wandering around the girls body.

Quinn had recently started taking a lower dosage of the hormone and was in the early stages of change to her body and mind. They had very clearly noticed that their bottom growth was coming in nice and strong. This had made her distractingly horny and sensitive.

"Oh, I see~". Rachel drawled, a smirk curling onto her face. She let her eyes flutter shut as the taller person ducked her head and pressed firm kisses to her jaw and neck.

"My boxers keep rubbing against me and I can't take it". Quinn whined into Rachel's skin, pulling their bodies flush together at the waist.

The brunette tried to hide the smug grin that was fighting to show on her face at the combination of the blondes unexpected whininess, and that they were having a battle with their hips that were aching to rut against Rachel's thigh.

"Aww, you poor thing. That must be really hard". Rachel mocked lightly, pressing her thigh closer between Quinn's legs.

The shorter girl opened her eyes and pulled away from Quinn's lips that were starting to get lazy at the distracting feeling against their core.

Instead, Rachel placed one of her hands on Quinn's nape and pressed her lips all over their pale neck. She smirked at the whimper that fell from their lips.

"How dare you talk to me like that?". The blonde whispered, starting to sound a little breathless.

"Something tells me that you love it". The brunette teased once more, caressing at their nape.

Although Quinn would probably not admit it - or maybe it would just take some time and self acceptance - she did have times since starting T that she has felt more desperate and in turn more submissive than usual.

This doesn't necessarily mean that she would want to let go of control everytime they had sex, but she was definitely more open to being treated the way they treat Rachel - and they have made this clear to the brunette.

Quinn sighed when she heard the bell signaling the end of lunch, reluctantly pulling away from Rachel. They straightened their beanie and tried to compose themselves.

"How about you come over later? My dads are out for a few days". The brunette offered, taking in Quinn's blushing features.

The blonde smirked and gave a nod in response, her mind already swimming with ideas of what may occur later that day.

+

Quinn practically sped home as the final bell rang. They took their time showering and picking out a comfortable but showy outfit, wanting to impress her girlfriend. She went with a more masc look this time. She paired a sideless band tee that showed off their trans tape with some baggy jeans.

They slightly whimpered as they put their packer into place, trying to repress any desire that was bubbling in her stomach.

With that, she grabbed a couple of essentials and drove herself to the Berry household.

Rachel opened the door at took in the delicious sight of the blonde leaning against her door frame. They fidgeted with the carabiner that hung from one of their belt loops.

"Aren't you a sight for these sore eyes?". The pink haired one purred as their eyes ran up and down the brunette's body, her outfit the same as earlier except it was more wrinkled and less pristine.

Rachel blushed and giggled at the cheesy line before grabbing Quinn by their waistband and pulling them inside.

Quinn felt like that was the perfect invitation for a make out session, so they initiated it with much fervour. She let Rachel slam her against the now shut door and connect their lips eagerly.

The blonde licked inside Rachel's mouth within minutes, aching to feel the wetness of her tongue against theirs. Their hands grabbed at the brunette's hips, groping at them for now but battling the urge to press them against her own.

Rachel internally shivered at the breaths and moans that escaped the blonde. She was quite impressed at how well they were holding it together considering that they've been worked up for hours now.

Quinn sucked at Rachel's bottom lip, biting at it as she pulled back to allow them to catch their breath.

The pair of eyes connected for a moment longer than usual which sparked laughter from both parties. Rachel rolled her eyes at the smirk that the blonde gave her after the giggles dulled.

Rachel directed her attention towards Quinn's neck, mouthing at it thoroughly. "May I— touch your chest?", she asked in between kisses.

The blonde felt their heart flutter a little bit. Rachel was really good with being mindful of Quinn's dysphoric spots but it was still forever endearing to the blonde.

"Please do, thank you for asking". Quinn hummed as they welcomed the tongue that was brushing over their sensitive spots.

With the permission, Rachel ran her hands along the girls flat chest and stomach. She left a few light scratches over the fabric as she attacked their neck.

She reconnected their lips, both of their eyes falling shut softly with her hands exploring their torso. The brunette marvelled at how the tone of the persons abdomen was able to be felt, granted they were wearing a lightweight shirt.

Rachel quicky let a hand palm over the prominent bulge in Quinn's jeans. She had been aching to touch it the moment she saw it sitting all pretty against the blonde's crotch.

A small whimper was heard from the taller girl at both the attention to their erogenous zone and the teasing at her dick.

Another smirk pulled on Rachel's face as she tried to refrain from putting too much pressure too soon onto the very sensitive area.

A part of her wanted to see just how much borderline torture (being teasing, but they both knew how dramatic Quinn can be) the skank could handle, but on the other extreme, the brunette wanted to use that heightened sense to her advantage.

The brunette dragged her hand from the blonde's bulge to their thigh, gripping at it possessively.

"You look so good, baby". Rachel mumbled against Quinn's jaw as she felt at their body. The simple compliment was elevated by the deeper tone of the girl's voice which awakened a new sense of arousal in the blonde.

"Thank you~", the blonde slurred, trying her best to not push her hips forward as to not look as desperate as they actually were.

They grabbed Rachel's face firmly and pulled her into a deep kiss as a way to momentarily distract herself from the lack of stimulation at her dick. Quinn lost her ferocity as she felt the small hand palm and then apply pressure back over her packer.

The brunette giggled against their lips at how abruptly their kisses got softer.

"Let go, Quinn. Tonight is about you". She hummed warmly, smiling into their lips. Rachel saw the physical impact of the sentiment as Quinn relaxed against the door and her body slacked to a more comfortable state.

"Push those lovely hips into my hand... I know you want to". The brunette whispered with a giggle. It was almost as if the skank forgot how to kiss effectively as they started to softly hump into Rachel's palm.

The blonde had pulled away from Rachel's lips to release some sharp breaths as a result of the insistence on her sensitive cock.

Rachel dragged her tongue all over Quinn's neck once again, smirking smugly at the whimpers falling from their lips. Waves of arousal pooled at her core as they rolled their hips into her palm, needy.

"Feels good, huh?". The brunette grinned into their neck which got a whine in response.

Quinn stole a heated kiss from the shorter girl before patting the back of her thighs, indicating her to jump into her grasp and wrap her legs around the blonde's waist.

The brunette did as instructed, holding onto Quinn's back for extra support as they started carrying her upstairs and towards her bedroom. She pressed a few lazy kisses to the blonde's face, earning her a big grin.

Once they entered the room, Quinn headed straight for the bright pink bed and fell onto it backwards, the brunette in their arms. A few groans left them both at the impact but the sound of chuckles softened the situation.

They perfectly fell into a position where Rachel was conveniently straddling the blonde and this allowed them to continue with their eager kissing.

There had always been something so simply erotic about making out to both of them. Something about it was very deeply gartifying to the point where they have both gotten off just from that. Quinn still can't wrap their mind around how incredibly sexually compatible they were.

Lips were enveloped with urgency, nothing was trivial about the actions of either person - almost as if the other would disintegrate if they didn't touch them with enough fervour.

Quinn's hands roamed and groped all around the back of the girl's thighs, to her ass and tightly at the hips as they moaned into one another's mouth.

Their movements naturally led them into a push and pull motion as they grabbed at each other. Soon enough the blonde attempted to gain friction on her dick by pushing her hips up desperately.

The skank blushed after they heard their own effort sounds which resembled whines. The cooing in response from Rachel did nothing to help her circumstance.

To convince herself that she maintained any control, the blonde forced Rachel's hips down to be flush against theirs, making it so that her core was pressed up to Quinn's bulge.

The brunette couldn't have stifled the whimper that pushed past her now rosey lips. This sound fuelled Quinn's growing ego and they felt a burst of renewed confidence, pushing up the front of Rachel's skirt and pulling her back - the soft material of her damp underwear making contact with their denim covered bulge.

Quinn quickly noticed some of Rachel's resolve drop and a comfortable submission start dancing around her.

Rachel broke their lips apart as she felt her breathing pick up along with the blonde's. She hid her face into Quinn's shoulder, occasionally biting when certain amounts of pleasure ran through her.

"Oh god~". The brunette whined, not having realised how wet she actually was which was accentuated by the rough material and frantic movements rubbing into her.

The dual frottage was already starting to overwhelm the Skank as every rut from Rachel was so motivated that their packer ground against their sensitive cock perfectly.

Quinn's sounds mostly consisted of thick breaths that throaty whines penetrated once in a while. They mentally scolded themself as she felt a pit forming in her lower stomach.

They knew that Rachel didn't have an issue with it taking less effort to make them come (she probably thought that it was admirable, knowing her). Nonetheless, they felt more needy recently and she wasn't sure of how the other girl would react.

"Rachel— stop I'm gonna come". Quinn husked in a rush. Although, their words contradicted their hips which picked up their pace and the hands firmly guiding the hips on top of hers.

The brunette turned her head, freely moaning into Quinn's ear. "We certainly are worked up today, aren't we?". She mocked, further fueling the fire. Rachel added to the blonde's efforts by grinding in their preferred pace.

Rachel attacked their neck as soon as they conveniently tipped their head back in pleasure. Every push of their hips sent the blonde closer, the lips on her throat contributing greatly.

Quick breaths and interrupted moans signaled Quinn's impeding orgasm which the brunette needed to observe. She pulled her head back to look down at the girl - bottom lip between her teeth - giving them a last few enthusiastic rolls of her hips.

They tumbled over the edge, mumbling the brunette names. Quinn felt her breathing stop as she felt something akin to a second release. Her lack of breath was broken by an out of character, high pitched whimper as they felt a short rush of liquid release from their cunt.

Soft mewls sounded from her. Rachel stopped grinding, giving them time to collect themselves from the clearly intense prolonged orgasm.

"Oh my god— that has been happening so much recently". The blonde said, trying to catch their breath. Though Rachel couldn't hear or feel Quinn squirt, she put the pieces together as soon as she saw a small patch of wetness that managed to soak through their jeans. The brunettes arousal heightened significantly at the immense pleasure that she just witnessed.

Rachel smiled down at the skank with darkened eyes as they somewhat came down from their high, traces of want still bubbling inside them. She leaned down and peppered a few kisses on their face which was well received as Quinn giggled and pushed into the touch.

"How are you feeling?", The brunette asked genuinely after reconnecting their eyes. All of her features were soft accept her dark eyes that had a lot of mischief in them.

"Really good. That was intense, huh?". Quinn breathed out, finishing her question with a small scoff. Rachel only responded with a giggle before lovingly stroking the blonde's blushing face and moving to lie next to them.

They lay together momentarily before Quinn manoeuvres out of their jeans, throwing it to the end of Rachel's large bed. The brunette scanned her body after she reclined; watching how their breathing evened out, the remaining trembles that shoot through their thighs.

Rachel kneeled in between Quinn's slightly spread legs, an urge to shower the blonde with loving kisses rushing over her. She lay her lips from a toned abdomen, over wet boxers and clenching thighs. Deeply satisfied by the content sighs from above her.

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Quinn's boxer. "May I?" she asked excitedly, looking up at them to gauge their reaction. The blonde nodded happily.

As Rachel pulled the garment down it got caught a couple times over the bulge underneath it. She carefully reached inside and grabbed the now damp object - making sure not to press it against Quinn's sensitive area - and gently placed it near their discarded jeans.

A pleasant chuckle was heard from further up the bed. "You're so gentle with it", their smile was audible through their words. Rachel swung her head around to the girl as she chortled. "Well I don't want it to get hurt", she mused.

Quinn shook her head with a scoff at the silly comment, endeared. They willingly lifted their hips to aid the brunette in pulling down their boxers which were also discarded like the others.

Rachel's eyes followed the path of the newer hair that the blonde had grown, which further defined their beautiful body. Her eyes scanned from the smattering of dirty blonde curls on their mound and and up her exposed happy trail. The brunette loved how it chiseled their navel.

The low key staring was broken as Rachel climbed up her body and pressed their lips together in a heated kiss, moaning into the others mouth. As Quinn was encouraging the kiss to get deeper, the girl pulled away. They furrowed their brows but quickly changed her expression at the beaming excitement displayed on Rachel's face.

The brunette was nearly bouncing. "I have a surprise for you!". She tried to contain her exhilaration but obviously failed. The grin on Quinn's face made her feel supported and warm inside. "Oh~?", the blonde purred, engrossed.

Rachel hopped off the bed to go and retrieve something from her near by dresser. She felt eyes burning into her ass, knowing that it was partially visible as her skirt was thoroughly disheveled. The girl swayed her hips wordlessly letting Quinn know that she knew she was staring and that she liked it.

The mysterious object was hidden behind her back as she made her way back to her bed. She re-took her position on top of the Skank's hips, smiling down at her.

Rachel presented the item and waited for Quinn's response. Said person's eyes widened for a second at the new toy as they inspected it from top to bottom.

It was some kind of phallus that had a smaller and thicker one on the end where it bent into a sixty degree angle. On the shorter shaft it featured a clitoral stimulator in the shape of rabbit ears. Quinn smiled at the gorgeous forest green that painted the toy, scoffing at Rachel's attention to detail as it was her favourite colour.

"Is that—?". Quinn asked with a smirk. "Yeah! It's a insertable strap on in your favourite colour! And it's adjustable!". Rachel exclaimed as she bent the long shaft to all of its potential positions.

"Wow, Rach— that's really cool! Thank you". The blonde stuttered out, feeling a rush of arousal pool in their stomach. "Aren't those expensive?" they asked with a breathy laugh.

"Oh don't worry about that, honey. It's going to be so worth it". Rachel reassured, her expression instantly turning seductive with a smirk.

"Is that right?". Quinn asked with a villainous smile, her eyes half lidded as they looked up at their girlfriend. The brunette nodded with her bottom lip between her teeth.

Before Quinn could give her snarky response, she had leaned closer to their torso and ran her tongue along the insertive shaft in a swipe. The brunette held eye contact as she continued teasing the blonde like that. As she began to suckle around the tip of the toy, she made sure that she had Quinn's undivided attention.

Rachel lathered the shaft with her saliva, eventually taking the whole length into her mouth. The blonde gaped at the expert way her girlfriend ran her tongue around the toy, their hips bucking at the sight - which resulted in a beautiful smirk from Rachel.

The sucking wet sounds that emitted from the girl made Quinn let out a shaky breath as a wave of pleasure settled in her core. With one last kiss to the head of the shaft, Rachel pulled the toy away from her face - impressed with the show that she put on.

The brunette scooted backwards towards Quinn's legs before settling in between them once more. She nudged their legs further apart, stroking their inner thigh with her thumb. Her slightly red lip found its way between teeth as she finally saw the girl's swollen cunt.

The thumb at their thigh inched inwards, pulling a puffy lip to the side and staring in awe at the amount of slick she produced. She could see their dick visibly pulsing which nearly took her breath away.

Rachel looked up at the skank to see that her chest was heaving, their eyes connecting for a moment in a heated glare.

Quinn felt the underside of the wet toy press against their dick and dragged along their leaking folds. A hearty whimper exited her as the brunette lined up the head with their entrance.

"May I?". Rachel asked softly. "Please". Quinn replied simply with a slight desperation to her voice. At that, the brunette slowly pushed the shaft past their entrance and deep into their cunt.

Quinn watched it enter her, a powerful breath knocked out of her which resulted in their head falling back as it bottomed out.

The bunny ear shaped silicon at their dick was already starting to drive them crazy due to its obvious presences but lack of enough pressure.

Rachel pulled back and squinted at the toy as if examining if something was even. Her smile turned into a smirk and her eyes softened, looking up at Quinn who saw the desire in her eyes.

As they stared at each other, Quinn eventually smiled, repressing a laugh before sitting up and grabbing the girl by the waist. The skank tackled Rachel so that she was on her back with Quinn hovering over her. They muffled a groan as the toy pressed deeper into her during the shift.

Their lips met, the kiss laced with a newfound animalistic edge especially from the blonde. As soon as the kiss began, it ended with Quinn's hands reaching for the waistband of both the brunette skirt and underwear. They were expertly pulled down and discarded.

"Smooth". Rachel commented with a grin. Quinn shook her head with a scoff.

Rachel's legs naturally came together at the knees which Quinn was having none of. They spread her legs and unabashedly zeroed in on her glistening cunt. Rachel's chest heaved almost theatrically as she was appreciated like a painting.

"God~". The skank sighed as she took in the girl's half naked body. Rachel giggled in response and further distressed Quinn by pulling the last offending piece of clothing off of herself, leaving her completely naked.

A pained sounding sigh left the blonde at the beautiful sight. Rachel couldn't help but show off her ear to ear smile at each little reaction she got out of her partner by merely existing.

Quinn wasted no time and layed in between the girls legs, her soft thighs framing their face. Their hands instantly reached up to toy with her breasts which was very well received as a content moan left the brunette. Said girl rested her restless hands in blonde and pink hair.

Quinn's current angle was almost overstimulating in the best was possible. Their face was inches away from what she'd been craving for the past two days. Not to mention that the L shaped toy inside of her bottomed out to a new depth, with the bunny ears pressing roughly into her sensitive dick.

The skank brought a hand up to catch a drop of fresh slick on her finger. She additionally pushed that finger into Rachel to collect more of her wetness. They reveled in the way it took her breath away momentarily.

"I love my effect on you. Taste it". Quinn husked as they reached up and pushed their finger past the girl's plump lips. The already present smirk pulled to be more prominent at the breathy moan that slipped around her fingers.

Each drop of arousal burned into Rachel's tongue, knowing that Quinn had caused the delicious flavour.

Quinn was drawn in to lay their tongue flat against her folds. Their eyes fluttered at her taste which encouraged her to start slowly lapping at the girl. She slipped her finger from Rachel's mouth and brought it back down.

Nails initially scratched lightly at her hips, the Skank tracing her name on her skin. A whimper sounded as Quinn slowly pushed her middle and ring finger into Rachel's entrance.

"Oh Quinn". The brunettes whole being heated up at the intrusion as well as from the firm look in the blonde's eyes that were staring up at her. They set a regular pace as they toyed with the girls swollen clit using her tongue and teeth.

It was as if each lap of their tongue blurred everything else in existence beside Rachel's essence and the sounds falling from her. Quinn let their eyes roll back and close as she started to drive their hips into the mattress.

Rachel gasped at the electrifying feeling of how the Skank's groans were running through her and intensifying her pleasure. She reveled in the desperate whimpers that climbed up Quinn's throat.

It was clear that Quinn preferred topping and Rachel loved that, but she would be lying if she said that she didn't enjoy Quinn being needier and more submissives recently. There was something about the way their hormones were helping them start to be comfortable in themselves and begin to let go a little.

The way in which they were silently moaning as they drove their hips into the pink bed, was a great example. Rachel grinned down at the focused girl, feeling the utmost love from them.

Now, Rachel didn't think that she was going to be throwing the blonde around and dominating them any time soon, there was something about this new side of Quinn that she found unexpectedly really arousing. Although she still was quite aware of her place and she wouldn't dare act otherwise.

"Oh good girl. You feel so good for me". The brunette teased, trying to hide the smirk emerging on her blushing face. Quinn dragged their hand down from the girls chest and left a resounding smack on her thigh, fucking their fingers into her harder. The sensation sent a moan up Rachel's throat, the smirk on her face disappearing much to Quinn's amusement.

"If that's what I get— for being hilarious, then maybe—i should do it more— fuck—often". The brunette mused breathily.

"You wouldn't dare, I taught you far better than that". The blonde dismissed, their tone - physically and metaphorically - thick with lust, throat coated with her girlfriends arousal.

"You're right", Rachel whimpered, still very conscious that the blonde was rotating between sucking at her clit and lapping at it, while slowly fucking into her.

"Say that again", Quinn purred, their eyes rolling at the ego boosting words.

"You're right, Quinn", the brunette gasped once more, rolling her hips up into the blonde's touch in addition. A deep groan rumbled into the girls cunt in response.

The Skank gave her a few more desperate licks, lapping up as much as they could to keep the taste of her in their mouth the whole night. Rachel managed to peel her eyes open and the only thing she thought was how starving her girlfriend looked, as if she depraved her sexually.

Rachel's hands slid from Quinn's hair to their jaw, slowly easing them away from her body. A wide grin spread on her face at the sight of their blushing lips which they licked, making sure that not one drop of Rachel went to waste.

Quinn's eyes slowly opened until the brunette was in their line of sight, giving her that dazed, half lidded glare that she loved.

The blonde returned to a kneeling position which the other girl mimicked, though not without a dramatic whine at having to move so soon after feeling so good.

Quinn looked up and down between Rachel's eyes and lips. Up, down and up again before grabbing at the girls waist and connecting their lips.

"How are you holding up, baby?" Rachel asked, her voice more even and soft. She snaked her hand down in between Quinn's legs, lightly stroking the toy protruding from her folds.

The painfully slow rubbing and thrusting caused their mouth to drop open in a silent moan. Rachel felt as the blonde's forehead connected with her own, their eyes fluttering - giving her the answer.

"Gr—great. I need you.", the blonde said, practically breathless as they restrained themselves from humping into the brunette's hand.

Rachel smirked and with that, she reached a little further down the shaft just before the insertable end and pushed a button.

The blonde honestly thought that she was going to come instantly but was able to hold off, their jaw hanging with air trapped in their lungs and the most ecstacy filled eye roll Rachel had ever seen.

The internal and external vibration was almost too overstimulating for them, almost, but not enough to stop them from seeking more. Conveniently, the pair were close enough to enable Quinn to push her hips up, essentially ruting against Rachel's stomach.

"Does that feel good, baby?~", Rachel dragged, her voice slightly mocking which the blonde did not pick up on as they were too busy ascending from all the stimulation.

The brunette pulled her face back, a hand flying up to support the pink haired lolling head. She was quite aware that they were an eye roller (and she found it painfully attractive) but the intensity of the ones from tonight set her body on fire. It was as if Quinn's eyes were permanently stuck back there, her lip between her teeth in a firm bite.

All the moans and whimpers wanting to escape the blonde were strangled as if they didn't have the strength or power to be fully formed sounds.

Quinn thought that the intrusion was intense but was strongly mistaken when she delivered the first few shallow thrusts. She fought her eyes rolling as her thumbs pried open Rachel's soft ass cheeks, heavy breaths escaping their chest.

The feeling of Rachel's lips traveling on their face brought them back, their eyes momentarily dropping back into place before another strong wave sent them back. "Right— right there. Oh my god". The words couldn't even be classed as words, more so unintelligible mumbles of raw desire.

Quinn regained enough power to pull the girl closer to her hips, making her thrusts shallower but faster. Their dick was aching for another release that they were once again fiercely chasing.

Once Rachel's kisses shifted to behind her ear, she felt the build of her climax. Short breaths, whinier moans, slurrings of Rachel's name. With a final kiss, they reached the peak of another trembling and shaking climax.

A thought went throughout Quinn's head - that there was no way that their knees were going to hold them vertical for the duration of their orgasm. This thought was proven as they collapsed on top of the shorter girl who chuckled when she hit the soft sheets. Softly groaning at the impact of the skank on top of her.

"You're super sensitive today, huh?" Rachel asked with a hint of mischief in her voice. Her hand naturally draping over Quinn's clothed back and stroking it comfortingly.

"Looks like it", the blonde scoffed, a smile on their face at being so physically close. Their dazed eyes took in the girls face which they were forever in love with.

"How many times do you think you'll come for me?". Rachel teased half seriously, biting her lip in a smile in anticipation. Quinn scoffed shaking their head at the girls excitement.

"I don't know, maybe— a few more times depending on how soon you'll let me— fuck you". Quinn purred, pausing periodically as the vibrations were still very much present. Rachel still was not used to how high their sex drive was since they started T, but it definitely was not an unpleasant surprise.

"Yeah?", Rachel lightly challenged, her tone shifting higher on the inflection.

The blonde nodded in response, giving her a pointed look, hinting her to move. She lightly rolled her hips, dulling that ache in her cunt.

"How do you want me, baby?", Rachel purred, her tone filled with lust.

Quinn smiled at the slight reminder of the power dynamic between the two. "Face in the— pillows, ass up and back—arched. Go". The command sent a shiver up Rachel's spine.

As the brunette went to push herself up, Quinn similarly moved backwards giving her space to turn around. A shaky breath left the blonde at the sight of how the girl's delicious neck transitioned into her smooth back that arched, pushing her ass out.

Quinn scooted forward leaning over Rachel's back, pushing their hips into her ass. Their face just about reached the brunettes defined shoulder blades which they pressed open mouthed kisses to.

"Have I ever told you how much I love your back?" Quinn groaned into her skin, mesmerised by the smooth plane. "How much?" Rachel mumbled into the pillows, her voice seductive.

Quinn responded with more groans, making the brunette giggle, a sound that Quinn reveled in.

Once they were done worshiping the plane, they moved off of her back, kneeling behind her once more. The urge to grope at her ass was driving Quinn insane and was not made easier when Rachel teasingly wiggled her ass in invitation.

"The day you give me— the privilege to take your ass is the day— that I die" Quinn whispered brokenly to herself, hoping that the girl would hear as she gave in and massaged her ass.

"Is that right?", The brunette teased. Quinn hummed affirmingly in response, laying a few hungry kisses on the girl's behind. Rachel made sure to store that piece of information safely in her brain.

Quinn straightend their back, letting a thumb gently rub through Rachel's folds and collecting some slick from pushing inside her entrance shallowly. They lined up the head of the toy, guiding it in as they slowly pushed their hips until they were flush with the brunette's ass.

A hearty groan made itself known from the skank, the vibrations against her becoming higher in pressure as the girl's cunt sucked her in. Rachel let out a series of whimpers at the deepness of the intrusion caused by the angle of her body.

They drove into the brunette, all of their weight pushing down against her lithe body and groaning as helpless muffled moans spilled from her lips.

The sight and feeling of how the girl's cunt pulled around the length of the strap as they pulled out, a beautiful sheen covering the silicone, was already inviting that feeling in their stomach that they already felt twice that afternoon.

"Oh my god—you're—gripping so hard" Their "words" came out as a collection of breaths with whines that could barely be classed as coherent words. They almost instantly ascended, as if they could feel her cunt through the strap.

The brunette whined at the sensation of blunt nails digging into her hips, the sheer force of the blonde's grip almost drawing blood. Consequently, Rachel pushed her ass back against Quinn who let out a choked moan.

Quinn moved their grip to push down against the girl's lower back, forcing the arch in her back to deepen and her ass to push out further, intensifying the pressure of the toy fucking inside of her.

Quinn collapsed against the other tired girl, both spent as their exhausted breaths mingled.

"Let me hear you, baby—" the blonde purred as she grabbed Rachel's hair by the root and forced her to turn her head to the side, the sounds escaping her becoming clearer as her breathing laboured. "This is what you wanted, right?" Quinn continued to taunt as that familiar control came over her once again.

Rachel whined in response, eagerly pushing back against the girl as she continued to play her little power game, doing everything she could to throw the skank off.

The brunette fought the rolling of her eyes as the harsh pressure returned to her back, feeling herself be physically forced into the same exact overpowered place that Quinn always managed to get her into with very little effort.

The blonde's moans shifted into heavy breaths as she squeezed her eyes shut, hyper focused on the insistence of the toy against her increasingly sensitive dick, each thrust abusing them closer to another release.

"Take it" the skank growled through gritted teeth as they teasingly slowed down their pace, bringing their hips down in a heavy, slow assault.

Rachel felt one of her hands being pulled between her legs, instantly catching on that Quinn wanted her to touch herself, making her whimper in the back of her throat.

She gently rubbed at her own clit as the girl behind her relentlessly pushed into her, her thrusts becoming inconsiderate and rough.

The blonde reveled in the sensation of her muscles straining, the way their abs were flexing as she drove into the small girl. A low consistent growl resounded in their chest that they barely took notice of, this regained power eliciting the deep animalistic part of her being.

The skank's jaw fell open as they felt their thighs begin to shake once again, a particularly punishing thrust against their dick sending them tumbling into another overwhelming orgasm. Rachel felt a strong wave of arousal settle in her cunt as she heard the agonised groans leaving the blonde.

She muffled her own sounds momentarily to clearly hear the new sounds that left the girl, the hearty groans ripping up her throat being something that she's never heard during previous scenes.

Rachel couldn't help the smirk that grew on her flushed face as she felt liquid hit her thighs, whimpering at how Quinn's hips shallowly trembled against her.

The brunette felt her head completely slack as the blonde very quickly started pushing back into her at their previous pace and intensity. Only short breaths and gasps were heard behind her, feeling the bed shake underneath them at how much Quinn residually twitched.

They felt a trance like state circling their mind as their jaw continued to slack, moans mindlessly spilling out of her, completely motivated by the whines that escaped the small girl in her grip.

"Fuck—you're gonna make me come again" the skank mumbled, her hips steadily pumping into the brunette who continued to rutt against her own hand as she found a rhythm of fucking herself against the toy.

Quiet curses left the small girl's lips as she also felt that similar building in her core, her ears only attuned to Quinn's sounds as she focused on hitting that spot inside herself every time.

The sudden heightened sensations in her body knocking the breath out of her, her body begged to finally let go after such teasing.

A final cry from above her sent her falling over the brink of orgasm, her eyes rolling as the blonde eagerly fucked her through the intense climax.

The skank doubled over against the brunettes back, groaning into ear as she felt that overpowering clench in her core, her hips stuttering through the release.

The skank lightly giggled against Rachel's head "Did you keep count or was I supposed to?" they hummed as they wrapped their arms around the small girl and pulling her into a satisfied embrace.

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Hello all! We know it’s been awhile but we have written a one shot in The Obsidian Castle verse you might enjoy if you have read that fic. We are working on another project we are very excited about, so we hope you enjoy this in the meantime! Much love- A and K

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A beautiful day in the neighbourhood

Summary: Kurt goes home to Lima for the holidays. There, he meets his parents' new neighbours, the Andersons. Kurt specifically is drawn to their youngest son, Blaine.

Notes: Hello everyone! This is my Klaine Secret Santa gift for @twinkkurt! I was a bit nervous when I got your username, because I love your art so much and I, uh, wanted to impress you. I hope you like it. I really liked writing it.

An additional thanks to Beth @quizasvivamos, who helped with brainstorming the title.

Happy reading!

AO3 | S&C

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Kurt’s staring out of the window of his parents’ house with a wistful smile on his face.

He loves New York with his whole heart, but he has to admit that Lima has its charm. Back when he was a teen, he never thought he’d think this way.

Maybe now that he no longer lives here, he’s able to look at it in a different way. It’s nice to be here, with the knowledge that he’ll eventually go back home. Besides, New York is too loud and eccentric and a part of Kurt thrives because of it, but another part of him has learnt to appreciate this quieter atmosphere of Lima.

Oh, and it helps that Kurt never has to run into anyone from high school ever again. All his closest Glee club friends have left Lima as well, so he has no reason to seek out anyone who might recognise him from school. No longer being a high schooler is definitely the biggest perk of living in New York. High school was the main reason he couldn’t ever appreciate the quiet life here, because his life was never quiet. He could never appreciate the small tight-knit community feel, because he didn’t feel like he was welcomed into it.

But now he’s an adult who only comes back to Lima every now and then to see family and friends who are also visiting.

Kurt sighs as he watches a neighbour walk his dog. The neighbour sees him staring and smiles and waves. This truly is different from the rapid pace of the big city. His neighbour in New York barely gives him the time of day and she’s moving out within a few days. Kurt will not miss her. This man, on the other hand, has already shown Kurt more kindness in these few seconds than the other neighbour has in years.

Also, Kurt’s never seen this man in his life. He certainly doesn’t remember him.

“That’s Mr. Anderson,” Kurt hears.

He looks over his shoulder. His dad is sat on the sofa with a book open on his lap, but he also noticed Mr. Anderson walking past the house.

“Is he new in the neighbourhood?” Kurt asks.

His dad nods.

“Yes, he and his wife moved here a couple of weeks ago from Westerville. Apparently they had been planning on moving to a smaller house ever since their youngest son moved out.”

“And they moved to a random suburb in Lima, of all places?” Kurt asks, bemused.

His dad barks out a laugh.

“I know it’s hard to believe for a big city lover, but people still willingly move to the Midwest,” his dad says with a jokey tone.

Kurt moves away from the window and forgets about Mr. Anderson. Instead, he cosies up against his dad and he watches a rerun of Drag Race. His dad keeps reading, since he’s not bothered by the noise. Carole later comes into the living room and when she sees Drag Race is on, she eagerly joins Kurt.

This is what Kurt loves about Lima.

This is what he misses the most when he’s in New York.

This is also one of the moments he misses his brother, but he doesn’t want to bring it up when Carole is trash-talking the judging section. Besides, Kurt’s pretty certain she misses him too at this moment. It goes unsaid.

He and Carole watch three episodes in a row when the doorbell rings. It’s the delivery of groceries. Kurt’s dad gives the delivery person a huge tip to celebrate the holidays and the three of them put them away while chatting about the holiday plans. Tomorrow, some extended family members are coming over for Christmas and Kurt and Carole are going to cook a grand meal for everyone, while Kurt’s dad is going to set up a makeshift bar.

Everyone is going to be perfect.

Hopefully.

But when Kurt and his family are finished putting away the groceries, Kurt realises that they’re missing an ingredient.

“Rosemary! Carole, we are missing the rosemary!” Kurt exclaims. He checks the receipt again, but it really isn’t on it. Which is good, because then they also didn’t pay for it, but they need the rosemary.

Carole realises she forgot to order it, which can happen, but now Kurt’s fucked.

“Calm down, Kurt,” his dad says, “I will drive to the store tomorrow morning before the guests arrive.”

“I appreciate it, dad,” Kurt pouts, “But Carole and I need to start now, because it needs to be in the fridge overnight!”

“Ah. That’s… a problem,” his dad admits.

But then Carole lets out a small gasp.

“Wait a second! Burt, doesn’t Pam have a little herb garden?”

Kurt’s dad thinks it over.

“Yes, she does,” he answers, “But it’s winter, Carole.”

“But she might have some that she’s harvested earlier in the year,” Carole points out, “And Pam is a more experienced gardener. If there’s a way to keep rosemary alive in winter, then she’d know it!”

“Oh, you have a point there. Can we ask if she has some to spare?”

“I think we can just ask her. She wouldn’t mind,” Carole continues, “Kurt can go, because he knows how much we need. He found the recipe on the internet!”

“Brilliant,” his dad says, “Great plan, Carole.”

“That’s why you’re married to me,” Carole jokes.

Kurt waves his arms to get his parents’ attention.

“Hi, hello,” he says, “I love this idea. Who’s Pam?”

“Pam Anderson, the new neighbour,” Carole answers.

“Mr. Anderson’s wife,” his dad adds for clarification.

“On it,” Kurt says.

Carole tells Kurt that the Andersons moved into the house left of theirs, which delights Kurt, since he never really liked Ms. Johnson and her weird grandson anyway. He grabs his coat, since it’s very cold outside, and tells his dad and Carole that he’d be back soon.

The Andersons have a festive wreath on their front door and it makes Kurt smiles. He rings the bell and waits for Mr. Anderson or his wife to open the door. He can already hear the dog bark and his smile widens.

The door opens and Kurt’s ready to introduce himself and ask if Pam is around, but when he sees the man who’s opened the door, he’s rendered speechless. It’s not Mr. Anderson, but it’s another man. He must be around Kurt’s age and he’s dressed in a cozy sweater with a cute checkered bowtie to top it all off.

Kurt’s dad mentioned that the Andersons have a son and this must be him. Kurt assumes he’s also visiting family for the holidays.

“Uh, hello?” the son asks after a short silence. He looks a bit confused and Kurt realises he’s standing on this porch in complete silence, staring at him.

Right. Not a great first impression.

Kurt quickly composes himself.

“Hi, uh, my name is Kurt,” he says and he mentally high-fives himself for being able to sound coherent, “My parents live next door. The Hummel-Hudsons.”

A look of understanding crosses the man’s face. Now Kurt is no longer a random person that came out of nowhere. That’s progress.

“Anyway, my stepmother said that your, uh, mother might have some spare rosemary? We don’t have any and we really need it for the recipe that we’re trying out.”

The man steps aside so that Kurt can come inside.

“Come on in, it’s too cold to wait outside.”

“Thanks.”

Kurt follows the man to the living room where he’s greeted by an enthusiastic dog. There are three other adults. Kurt recognises Mr. Anderson, but there’s also a woman, presumably Pam, and another man who looks slightly older than the son. The son and Kurt explain the situation and, as Carole predicted, Pam is eager to help out.

“Oh, I need to go outside to harvest some,” Pam says.

“If it’s too much of a hassle-”

“Nonsense,” Pam cuts him off, “I’ll be back in a jiffy. Blaine, can you find my easy shoes?”

“They’re probably still at the back door where you left them, iná,” the son, who’s apparently named Blaine, says.

“Smartass,” Pam jokes.

Kurt tells Pam how much he and Carole need and Pam goes outside. Kurt’s standing awkwardly in this family’s living room, but luckily, the dog takes an interest in him, so Kurt has something to do.

“You like pets?” he says while petting the huge Bernese mountain dog.

“Oh, she adores them,” Blaine says.

“Who’s a good girl?” Kurt coos.

“Well, she wasn’t a good girl earlier today when she made me walk five extra blocks,” the still unnamed man says, “She’s strong and doesn’t listen when she doesn’t want to.”

“She got that from you then, Cooper,” Mr. Anderson teases.

“Dad!”

Kurt smiles. He likes this family. He can see they all treat each other kindly and that they are close, the same way his family works. Pam comes back with a handful of rosemary for Kurt and he thanks her profusely.

“No biggie,” she says, “Happy holidays.”

Blaine walks Kurt towards the door and they don’t say much, which is fine by Kurt, because then he has less opportunity to embarrass himself. He hopes he isn’t red in the face and if he is, then hopefully Blaine will think it’s because of the cold.

“Thanks again,” Kurt says and leaves.

Once he’s back in his own kitchen, he hands the herbs to Carole, who’s delighted. She’d already started meal prepping.

“Did you know that Mr. and Mrs. Anderson’s sons are visiting?” Kurt asks.

“Oh, no I wasn’t aware.”

“Me neither.”

“Have you met him- them before?”

“Only Cooper, the eldest,” his dad answers, “He helped his parents move in. The youngest couldn’t make it because of his studies. Cooper is… interesting.”

He and Carole share a private smile and Kurt needs to remind himself to ask about that later, but now he has a more pressing matter.

“And the youngest?”

Carole shrugs.

“Pam says he barely has time to visit, which everyone dislikes, but we get it.”

Kurt also gets it. He wishes he could be here with family more often.

“I did hear that he lives in New York as well!” Kurt’s dad says. Now, that is interesting. “Cooper lives in LA, and Blaine lives in New York. I mean, he’s called Blaine, right?”

He directs that last question to Carole, but Kurt answers it.

“Yeah, he’s named Blaine. I just met him.”

“Oh lovely,” Carole says, “What are the odds? Maybe you two can meet up in New York.”

“… I barely know him, Carole,” Kurt says quietly.

“So?” Carole says back, “Nowadays, people your age meet each other online. I don’t think that barely knowing anyone is a barrier these days.”

“She has a point,” Kurt’s dad adds.

“Alright. Alright,” Kurt says.

The truth is that it sounds nice to get to know Blaine a bit more. Kurt’s not stupid. He understands that he finds Blaine cute. It’s been a while since he met a guy who immediately renders him speechless, but Kurt also knows from experiences that looks aren’t everything. He’s here in Lima to see him family, not to jump on the neighbours’ son.

He and Carole continue their meal prepping and the conversation moves away from Blaine.

--

The next day is filled with joy. Kurt barely has time to see his dad and Carole, so he definitely doesn’t have time to see his extended family.

Everyone likes what he and Carole prepared and Carole points out that everyone should thank Pam as well.

After dinner, Kurt’s aunts prepare the desert and Kurt’s younger cousins beg him to go outside with them.

“Come on, it’s snowing!”

Kurt has to admit that snow also is more enjoyable here than in New York, because in New York, snow feels more like a nuisance blocking Kurt’s way. He’s constantly busy, getting from one place to the other. Here, Kurt has no reason to leave the neighbourhood today. They all go outside to make snow angels and what not.

Suddenly, Kurt hears a somewhat familiar voice.

“See, Squirt, people in this neighbourhood know where it’s at!”

Kurt follows the sound of the voice. Cooper is standing in the doorway of his parents’ house, decked out in winter clothes. Kurt can see Blaine behind Cooper and he’s shivering. He’s talking to Cooper, but he’s too far away for Kurt to understand.

“Coop, close the door,” Kurt can make out at one point.

Cooper says something back before going outside and closing the door behind him. Then he waves at Kurt.

“Hi, merry Christmas, forgive my stupid brother,” Cooper says loudly, probably so that Blaine can also hear it, “He’s a New Yorker, so he doesn’t appreciate snow enough. But I barely see this white goodness in my life, so I am out and about!”

“Tell your brother that I am also a New Yorker so he has no reason to stay inside,” Kurt jokes and Cooper’s eyes widen.

“Great idea!” he says and immediately goes back to the house.

Kurt and his cousins watch how Cooper’s locked out and how he’s demanding Blaine to let him in.

“Who is he?” one of Kurt’s cousins ask.

“Son of the new neighbours,” Kurt answers.

“Is he also coming out to play?”

“I think so.”

“Cool.”

Cooper manages to get in and five minutes later, he and Blaine come outside. Cooper immediately bonds with Kurt’s younger cousins. Blaine stands aside and Kurt takes a deep breath. He can be sociable. He’s a kind neighbour!

“Hey,” he says casually.

“Hi.”

“Not the biggest fan of snow, I hear?”

Blaine shrugs.

“I am, actually, but I just don’t feel like hanging out with my brother in the snow.”

“Why is that?” Kurt looks at Cooper, who’s started building a snow hut with Kurt’s cousins.

“He’s cool, pun intended, with other people, but ever since we were little he’d be kind of an ass. He’d try to put snow down my back, for example,” Blaine explains.

Kurt winces. That is kind of a dick move.

But at least he still has a brother. And even though Blaine sounds genuinely irritated, Kurt understands that Blaine doesn’t actually hate Cooper for the snow thing. After all, Blaine still could’ve stayed inside.

“You did come out here,” Kurt points out.

“I kind of have you to blame for that,” Blaine teases.

“Oh?”

“Cooper said you’re from New York. I had been using my New York status against him.”

Kurt laughs.

“Oh, don’t get me started on snow in New York.”

“Pffff, yeah,” Blaine says, “Good thing the subway is underground, but getting there, trudging through a thick layer of snow? Hell.”

“Hah, yes!” Kurt says and they fall into a comfortable silence. They watch everyone else have fun, and Kurt has an idea. He bends down to make a little snowball and shows it to Blaine.

Blaine raises an eyebrow.

“Now that your brother is occupied with keeping my cousins busy… are you in for a snowball fight?”

Blaine has an amused look on his face.

“You know what. Why not?”

--

Kurt’s aunts asked everyone to come inside, since dinner is ready. Kurt and his cousins are huddled together around the table, getting warm again. Everyone had a lot of fun and time flew by. Kurt didn’t even realise that his aunts were asking him to come in, since he was running around like a madman, trying to hit Blaine with his massive snowball.

And now Kurt’s enjoying his desert, but he’s still thinking about Blaine. It was really fun, so maybe Carole is right. Maybe he can ask if Blaine wants to meet up in New York.

What’s the worst that can happen? Blaine can say no.

Okay, that thought is terrifying.

But he can also say yes.

--

Kurt doesn’t actually talk to Blaine the day after. He only sees him in the morning, when Blaine passes the window. It’s his turn to walk the dog. Kurt and Blaine wave at each other, but that’s it.

In the afternoon, Cooper walks the dog and in the evening, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson take him out. Kurt’s almost sad when he doesn’t get the chance to wave at Blaine.

Mr. and Mrs. Anderson are out of sight and Kurt lets out a pathetic, sad sigh.

“Dear lord, just ring the bell already!” his dad says.

“What do you mean?” Kurt feigns ignorance, but he’s not surprised that his dad sees right through it. His dad has always known him the best.

“Don’t think I missed the smitten look on your face, kiddo,” his dad laughs, “Your thoughts were elsewhere. And your cousins mentioned that you and Blaine seemed to hit it off.”

“He is really nice,” Kurt admits.

His dad hums.

“And handsome.”

His dad hums again.

“And he lives in New York.”

“He does!”

Kurt looks outside again, because for a split second he stupidly believes he is in some Hallmark movie where Blaine appears outside his window to express his adoration.

There’s no one, obviously. He and Blaine have only known each other for a short time.

But as his dad and Carole point out, this doesn’t have to be the end of it. Kurt goes home to New York just before New Year’s and then he might meet up with Blaine and get to know him better.

Then Kurt thinks: Fuck it, he deserves a cute holiday romance.

“You know what, dad? I will go see him tomorrow.”

“Wonderful!” his dad says, and he’s so genuinely happy for Kurt, it makes Kurt’s heart swell.

--

“Burt says you’re going to ask Blaine from next door out on a date,” Carole says during breakfast and Kurt almost spits out his food.

“Dad!”

“What?” his dad asks, not bothered at all.

“I didn’t say that,” Kurt quickly says, “I said I am going to ask if he wants to meet up once we’re back in New York.”

“With the intention of dating him.”

“With the intention of getting to know him,” Kurt corrects, although he mentally adds ‘and potentially date him later’, but his dad doesn’t have to know that yet, although as usual, his dad knows better.

“You can get to know him on a date,” Carole says, feigning innocence.

“Oh my god,” Kurt hides his head in his hands.

“Don’t mind us, Kurt,” his dad sounds amused, “Or, don’t mind Carole. I don’t want to invade your privacy. You do what you want to do.”

“Hey!” Carole says back.

“Oh my God,” Kurt repeats, with his head still in his hands, but he can feel the smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He acts embarrassed, and maybe he is a little bit, but he’s also glad to have such a supportive family.

They really want him to be happy. Kurt knows so many people who don’t have it as good as him, so he’s not taking this for granted.

If Finn were still around, he’d volunteer to be Kurt’s personal wingman instantly.

“Alright, alright, I’ll keep you guys up to date,” Kurt relents, “I plan on seeing him later today.”

Kurt smells the opportunity for a little fashion moment, so he needs to make use of that. Most of his wardrobe is still in New York, but he likes to dress for the occasion, and asking his neighbours’ son to hang out is definitely a big one.

The conversation shifts to other topics, like his dad’s garage or Carole’s latest interest in diamond painting, and they finish their breakfast. Kurt helps out with the cleaning up and then it’s time to go up to his room to rummage through his limited wardrobe.

He’s going through his closet when the doorbell rings. Kurt doesn’t pay attention to it, because he can hear his dad moving around to open it, but his interested is piqued when his dad says it’s for him.

Kurt hastily puts on some clothes, since he was a bit undressed because he was trying on outfits, and he goes downstairs.

He stops halfway on the staircase when he sees Blaine in the hallway.

“Hey,” Blaine says.

“Hey?” Kurt says, unable to hide his confusion.

Oh, he also looks terrible. He picked the worst combination of clothes in his rush to get down.

Of course this happens to him when Blaine’s at the door. And don’t even mention his hair. It’s a monstrosity! Of course Blaine looks prim and proper.

“I’ll leave you two at it,” Kurt’s dad says and promptly turns around to leave, although once his back it towards Blaine, he winks towards Kurt.

The mix of embarrassment and happiness about his dad and Carole’s interest in Kurt’s love life returns.

“Hey,” Blaine says again.

“Oh. Hello,” Kurt finally comes down.

“I kinda wanted to talk to you before I leave.”

“Leave?”

Blaine nods.

“I’m flying back to New York later today,” Blaine clarifies.

“Oh.”

“I need to move apartments, so I couldn’t stay for longer,” Blaine continues.

“Right.”

“Which sucks, because I like seeing my parents.”

“Yeah.”

“Cooper not so much,” Blaine says, but again, Kurt can hear the jokey undertone.

Kurt smiles.

“Yeah.”

“But, uhm, I kinda wanted to ask if I could see you again? In New York, I mean? To, uh, chill?”

“To chill, huh?” Kurt says, amused, and Blaine turns a bit red.

“Weird choice of words,” Blaine agrees, “But what do you think?”

“Yes, sure,” Kurt tries to act casual and cool, but his mind is reeling. Blaine wants to see him too! Man, the moment Blaine’s out of the door, Kurt will probably jump up and down with excitement.

“Neat,” Blaine sounds relieved, “Can I have your number then?”

“Yeah!” Kurt answers and they exchange numbers.

“Alright. Cool. I mean, yeah, cool!” Blaine stumbles a bit over his words, which Kurt finds endearing.

“Cool,” Kurt echoes.

“Then see you soon!”

“See you soon,” Kurt says back.

Blaine leaves after that and as predicted, Kurt leans against the front door with a huge, disbelieved grin on his face. He might look like utter shit and his hair is a mess, but who cares, cause Blaine wants to hang out with him!

“And?”

Kurt looks up to see Carole’s head peeking around the corner.

Kurt’s smile widens.

--

Kurt isn’t in a rush to get back to New York, since he wants to savour every moment with his family and he meets up with friends, but knowing that Blaine is waiting for him in New York does make him more eager to leave.

Okay, Blaine isn’t actively waiting for Kurt, but Kurt can dream, right?

They’ve texted a little bit over the past few days, but now that Kurt’s actually leaving, he sends more messages.

“Kurt, get off your phone! We need to say goodbye!” Carole scorns, but it’s nor serious. Besides, she has a point. His dad and Carole and about to drive home from the airport, and Kurt’s on his phone to text Blaine.

“Sorry,” Kurt pockets his phone.

“You’ll see him enough,” his dad says.

“Ideally, yes,” Kurt says with a smile. He’s shooting his shot.

Not immediately, though. He doesn’t want to come off as overeager. He’s going home now, then he’ll celebrate New Year’s tomorrow with some friends, and then he’ll see if he can meet up with Blaine.

He and his parents say goodbye. As usual, the hug between him and his dad lasts a long time, but it’s time for Kurt to go. This really is the worst part of going back home. He knows his dad and Carole will miss him too.

--

New York is messy, loud, and gorgeous.

He takes the elevator to his floor. Then, he stops in front of his door and casts a look to his neighbour’s door. There’s a new rainbow doormat in front of it, which Kurt sees as a confirmation that his shitty neighbour is truly gone.

Once he’s inside, he lets out a sigh of relief. He’s so ready to just unpack and relax. He’ll need to do some groceries later, but now he wants to “chill”, as Blaine said.

So that’s what he does. He unpacks, makes some coffee, and browses social media on his phone in peace. He texts Blaine, telling him he’s arrived home, and he also checks in with some other friends about tomorrow’s New Year’s plans.

Yet, life continues. Groceries are part of adult, independent life. There’s no grocery delivery here for Kurt, so Kurt sighs and decides to just do it instead of procrastinate, which is something he’s proud of. He put on appropriate winter attire and grabs a shopper.

When he’s outside and turns around to lock his door, the neighbour’s door opens. Kurt doesn’t really pay attention, since he needs to lock his door. He’s forgotten once before, so he always pays attention here.

Once everything’s locked up, he turns to his side to introduce himself, since unlike his previous neighbour, Kurt does have manners, but his words die in his throat.

Blaine is standing on the rainbow doormat with a surprised look on his face.

“Hello neighbour,” he’s the first to break the shocked silence.

“Hello.”

“Long time no see-”

“What a surprise-”

It falls silent again, but it’s not an awkward silence. In fact, Kurt’s amused by this whole situation, because what are the odds? Blaine’s shocked expression has also been replaced by a more amused one.

“You’re my new neighbour,” Kurt sounds disbelieved.

“I see,” Blaine says back, “Hello, neighbour, again.”

The two of them laugh.

“I’m… going to go,” Kurt holds up his shopper.

“Oh,” Blaine opens the pocket of his jacket and takes out a folded up shopper, “Groceries?”

“Yes!” Kurt says. This is so weird. “I just got home from Ohio, so I have absolutely nothing.”

“I get it. Anyway, great to see you. I’m new here. Where do you get your groceries?”

“You haven’t done any grocery shopping since you moved here?” Kurt asks.

Blaine turns a bit red.

“Uh. No. I have.”

“Okay?” Kurt says with a frown.

“Sorry,” Blaine says and then lets out an awkward laugh, “This- I- Okay. I didn’t know how else to ask if you wanted to hang out now.”

Kurt’s eyes widen in surprise. Neither of them had made actual plans to “chill” yet. Kurt didn’t want to seem to eager, and Blaine hadn’t made any concrete suggestions yet.

Kurt’s down to hang out, even though he didn’t expect their first meet-up in New York to be for grocery shopping, but then he also didn’t expect Blaine to be his new neighbour.

“Sure,” Kurt says with a smile.

--

And that’s how they end at a coffee shop called Think Coffee instead of the grocery store. Kurt’s reasoning was that it’s easier to get coffee beforehand and before Kurt could apologise for randomly suggesting a coffee date (is it a date?), Blaine agreed to it.

Of course, they discuss how funny it is that their parents live next to each other, and now they also live next to each other.

“My dad mentioned that your family is originally from Westerville, I think?”

Blaine nods.

“Yes. Cooper and I went to a boarding school there, but we were day students. Do you know Dalton Academy?”

The name does ring a bell.

“From the Warblers?”

Blaine looks amazed.

“Yes!” he utters in disbelief, “That’s my former glee club!”

“Really?” Kurt asks, “I’m from the New Directions.”

Blaine shoots him a quizzed look.

“McKinley High, in Lima,” Kurt clarifies.

“… That sounds familiar.”

“This is insane,” Kurt says before taking a sip of his coffee. He needs to let this sink in. The day has certainly turned out to be different than expected.

“Yeah. I’m a Dalton boy.”

“And then your parents moved to Lima of all places, when you graduated.”

Blaine snorts.

“I know right?” he says, but then he smiles, “Although, it led to me meeting you, so I cannot hold it against them anymore.”

“I agree.”

“And you? Did you grow up in that house?”

Kurt shakes his head.

“No, but I did grow up in Lima. My dad got married to Carole a few years back, and then they bought that house for the four of us to live in.”

“Four?”

“Me, my dad, my stepmother and my stepbrother,” Kurt answers.

“I didn’t know you had a brother!” Blaine sounds surprised, “God, I hope he’s not as bad as Cooper.”

“Oh… Well… No,” Kurt says slowly.

“Did I miss him during my visit? I mean, my parents never mentioned him, so does he live out of the state?”

Kurt sighs. This part is always hard, painful, and eventually awkward. He didn’t plan on bringing up the dead brother story, but on the other hand, he does want to get to know Blaine and he hopes Blaine wants to get to know him as well. Well, it must be. Otherwise Blaine wouldn’t have joined him on this supposed grocery trip.

“He died, actually,” Kurt says quietly.

As expected, the silence stretches out and it becomes more awkward and awkward.

“Oh. Kurt. I’m… sorry,” Blaine eventually says, although he seems a bit lost for words.

“It’s okay.” It’s not, but it’s okay that Blaine doesn’t know what to say. Kurt can’t blame him. How do you properly react to hearing a young person died?

“Oh, shit!” Blaine suddenly exclaims, “And here I am, complaining constantly about Cooper! That’s such a dick move!”

“It’s okay,” Kurt says again, “You didn’t know. And besides, it was fun to see you two interact.”

“Yeah?” Blaine asks.

Kurt hums.

“Yes. It’s clear that your complaining and his teasing comes from a place of love. Me and Finn would do the same. God, you have no idea how many times I complained about his habits, or how many times he’d playfully tease me for my brooch collection.”

Kurt would give anything to hear Finn playfully mock his hippo brooch again.

“Can you tell me about him?” Blaine asks.

So Kurt does. He tells Blaine that he and Finn didn’t really like each other at the beginning, but then they both joined glee club, although it turned out that Finn got blackmailed by their glee club director who had planted a stash of weed in Finn’s locker. (“What?” “It’s not important, Blaine.”) That’s how they slowly became friends, and Kurt eventually developed a crush on Finn and decided to pair up his dad and Finn’s mom in an attempt to get closer to Finn. (“Excuse me?” “It’s in the past, Blaine.”) But eventually their parents got married and Kurt’s crush died out and they became stepbrothers. It was a bit rocky at the beginning, but they grew to love each other as family and dropped the “step” part quickly.

“So yeah, we didn’t always see everything eye to eye, but that’s just how family is. I miss him, especially now, during the holidays.”

“I can imagine.”

“The entire family always shows up, and it’s glaringly obvious that someone is missing,” Kurt laments, “I don’t like to dwell on it, neither do my dad and Carole, but it’s on our minds, especially when I see my cousins together, or when you and Cooper banter. But it also makes me think of good memories with him, like the time he and his friend Puck dressed up in Star Wars outfits for Christmas.”

“Oh. Amazing.”

“Or when Carole told Finn he needed to help out for Christmas dinner, and he burned it all down, so we ended up eating soup out of a can that year.”

Kurt chuckles and Blaine also lets out a laugh.

“He sounds lovely,” Blaine says.

“He was. Most of the time.”

They laugh again.

Kurt lifts his cup to get another sip, only to find it empty. Blaine also wiggles his cup around.

“Time flies,” he says.

Kurt hums in agreement. He gets out of his seat.

“Grocery time?” he asks.

“Oh. Yeah. Groceries,” Blaine sounds bewildered. It’s that Kurt definitely needs to eat, otherwise he also would’ve forgotten.

Kurt leads them to the grocery store he always goes to, which is one that Blaine hadn’t seen before, so that’s a nice extra. Kurt needs to buy a lot, since he just got home after a trip to Lima, but Blaine only needs some things. Still, he sticks around to talk to Kurt and so that they can walk home together.

--

“Hello neighbour.”

Blaine looks a bit surprised. He probably didn’t expect Kurt to just knock, but Kurt’s feeling daring. Yesterday’s coffee and grocery trip-slash-date was a lot of fun and Kurt decided to just go for it.

“Hello,” Blaine says back.

“Do you have plans for this New Year’s?”

“Yes?” Blaine says, which is fair. Kurt should’ve expected that. “But why are you asking?”

Kurt’s asking because he woefully fantasised about kissing Blaine, if he wants, when the clock hits midnight.

“Oh. Well, I am meeting up with some friends and I wanted to see if you wanted to join, but it makes sense you already have plans.”

Kurt’s about to awkwardly say goodbye and admit defeat, but Blaine stops him.

“I’m meeting my friends at eleven in the evening. I still have time. When will you meet your friends?”

“Also later today,” Kurt answers. Around ten, or something. It wasn’t very clear. It’s more one of those “drop by whenever you want” parties. He just wanted to check if Blaine were interested in joining.

“Sooo,” Blaine draws out the word, “I don’t think I can make it to your friend’s party, but what are your plans now?”

Now? Well, Kurt planned on binge watching trashy TV, order food and wait till it’s time to go see his friends.

“Nothing. I am free,” Kurt answers.

Blaine opens his front door further and steps aside.

“Feel free to come in, then,” Blaine says with a smile and how can Kurt refuse. He didn’t plan on this, but he isn’t mad about it.

“Thank you.”

Blaine gives Kurt a small tour of his still bare apartment. It’s clear that he’s only just moved in. Blaine tells Kurt that beforehand he lived in a shitty dorm room, so he was ecstatic when he found this relatively cheap apartment.

Kurt can relate. He used to live in Bushwick in a place that didn’t have proper walls. This building is still not the most luxurious, but it is an upgrade!

“My dad mentioned you moved here for your studies,” Kurt recalls.

Blaine nods.

“Yeah. I’m go to NYADA. Maybe you’ve heard of it.”

Oh, Kurt’s heard of NYADA. He got accepted into NYADA as well, but he turned it down to pursue an education in fashion instead. But he knows how hard it is to get into NYADA.

The conversation quickly turns into a long and winded discussion about the current Broadway season and how other shows got robbed at previous Tony Awards ceremonies.

Blaine also shows off his new coffee machine (“Got it as a Christmas present!”), so Blaine makes Kurt a fancy cappuccino. It’s so comfortable to be around Blaine and Kurt’s glad that Blaine likes him too.

An hour later, they’re on Blaine’s couch, huddled underneath a shared fleece blanket, and they’re eating snacks that Kurt brought over from his place while watching a Broadway bootleg. Kurt adores this show, but he’s having a hard time paying attention to it.

How can he, when Blaine’s so close?

He keeps staring at Blaine, so of course Blaine notices at one point.

“Something on my face?” he asks with a jokey tone.

Kurt doesn’t answer. He knows what he wants. He puts his hands on Blaine’s cheeks and pulls him in for a kiss.

Blaine kisses back and he wraps his arms around Kurt to pull him even more closer.

Kurt had wanted to kiss him at midnight, but he couldn’t wait any longer. There are no actual fireworks now in the background, but that doesn’t matter. Kissing Blaine already feels like fireworks are going off.

They keep kissing until they remember that they need to breathe.

“Woah,” Blaine sounds out of breath.

“Woah indeed,” Kurt echoes him.

The two of them stare at each other before Blaine throws himself on Kurt and kisses him again.

--

Later that evening, they’re finally finishing the bootleg. They got a bit preoccupied, so they weren’t able to watch all of it.

Both Kurt and Blaine cancelled their plans. They want to spend this New Year’s with each other. Outside, the city of New York is alive and bustling, filled with people who are ready to go wild and party. But Kurt and Blaine are fine, cuddling together in Blaine’s new apartment in their neighbourhood.

It’s a perfect way to start the new year and Kurt wouldn’t have had it any other way.

--

End notes: Here ya go, Arden! Your wishlist was an absolute delight and I actually had a hard time narrowing it down, because I wanted to include as much as possible. This fic uses the "genre: alternative universe", "genre: fluff", "genre: romance", "location: Ohio", "location: New York", "age: young adult/college", "designer!Kurt", "actor!Blaine", "preferred theme: holiday-themed" and of course "other favourite tropes/story elements: neighbours".

Happy holidays!

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By its very definition

(1247 words) Summary:

By its very definition, Glee is about opening yourself up to joy, and that is exactly what Eddie Diaz is trying to do. He’s been punishing himself for almost six months for pushing Chris into his parents’ waiting arms. But he’s shaved off his mustached disguise, he’s had a dance around his living room, and now he’s sitting next to his - unusually quiet - best friend, watching a cringey teen musical dramady and… Enjoying it?

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After closing the door Eddie looked down at the beer in his hand and then at Buck - making himself at home on Eddie’s couch. Eddie frowned slightly then shrugged. If Buck wanted to talk - about whatever it was that had sent him here - then he would. Eddie didn’t bother walking around the couch, simply stepping up and over onto the cushions and sitting next to Buck as Old Time Rock ‘n’ Roll continued playing from every speaker in his house. 

He unscrewed his beer and took a sip, before looking over at Buck.

Next to him Buck was still completely silent, his eyes staring straight forward but unseeing, and Eddie frowned again, taking another sip and waiting for Buck to break the comfortable silence between them.

Old Time Rock ‘n’ Roll ended, crossfading into Burning Love by Elvis, and, after a few seconds of the song, Buck finally spoke.

“Have you ever seen Glee?” Buck asked, and Eddie blinked in confusion.

“Bits and pieces,” He said, shrugging, “My sisters watched it… why?”

Buck was already reaching for the remote on the coffee table, turning on his TV and scrolling through Eddie’s Disney Plus account. Eddie turned off his music and watched with bemused amusement as Buck typed in Glee and pressed on the first result, settling into the couch and hugging a pillow to his chest, sipping on his beer.

Eddie wondered if he should go and put pants on, but decided to grab a blanket instead, laying it over his legs as he settled in comfortably too.

Again, if Buck needed to talk about whatever it was that had sent him to Eddie’s he would. If he simply wanted to watch a cringey teen musical dramady in silence sipping on beers? Then that’s what they’d do.

What Eddie hadn’t been expecting was to enjoy the show. 

They watched through the whole of the first episode in comfortable silence, each curled up in their own corners of the couch. It was weird to be watching something with Buck without him talking over it with random questions, or with his phone in hand googling those questions instead, but, honestly, as the episode went on Eddie found himself so engrossed with it that even the unusual silence and stillness from Buck wasn’t able to pull him away. 

Sure, it was cringey, and very much of it’s time, but there was a quality to it that made it… sort of charming. Not only that but, it was the sort of thing he’d never have allowed himself to watch as a teen. His sisters had watched it, but he’d always seen it as something a guy like him shouldn’t watch. It had singing, and dancing, and as such it was ‘for girls’. So he’d never joined his sisters.

And, well, he was sort of busy as it was airing, what with becoming a father, and getting married, and joining the army. 

But he was allowing himself, starting today, to do things that brought him joy and…

Apparently Glee was bringing him joy.

He huffed out laughs at the jokes and hummed along to the songs, and, as the episode ended with a rousing rendition of Don’t Stop Belivin’ , he’d even shed a tear. 

There was something about Mr. Schue deciding to leave something he loved to focus on providing for his wife and unborn child that had pulled at Eddie’s already weak heartstrings. 

And then he’d decided to stay, to… open himself up to joy instead of doing what was expected of him.

He’d given a soft chuckle when that plaque reading by its very definition, glee is about opening yourself up to joy had appeared on screen a few minutes into the episode, but… somehow he hadn’t expected the episode to lean so heavily on the sentiment.

It was scarily on the nose.

If he was someone like Buck, or Chim, he’d think it a sign from the universe and…

What if it was? 

Why was he denying that it could be? Hell, a priest had literally been sent to him in a juice bar that morning to tell him to open himself up to joy, and now his best friend had randomly turned up - after he’d shaved off his mustached disguise and danced half naked in his living room - and put on a show about singing and dancing and opening yourself up to joy .

Maybe the universe really was screaming at him…

“ From the top! ” Mr. Schue said on the screen, and the credits started to roll. Eddie wiped the lone tear from his cheek and swallowed against the rise of feelings that had suddenly started to swirl in his chest.

He was just like Mr. Schue, except… he hadn’t chosen Glee. He’d chosen the security of the Army when Shannon had told him she was pregnant. He’d married her and gone off to fight in a war instead of…

He wasn’t even sure what he would have done instead, if he was honest about it. He hadn’t had a Glee to fall back on. He and Shannon had barely been 19 when Chris had been born, Eddie hadn’t had the chance to find his glee…

Okay, so maybe he’d been denying himself joy for a lot longer than the five months Chris had been gone…

He blinked at the realization and emptied his beer, before placing it with a thud onto the coffee table and picking up the remote. He paused the second episode as it began to autoplay, and looked at Buck.

“What happened?” He asked Buck, who turned away from the TV screen and towards Eddie. His eyes were dulled, his mouth downturned, and he still clutched the pillow to his chest, but he no longer looked quite as downtrodden as he had when Eddie had opened the door to him. He blinked at the question, looking between the TV and Eddie.

“He chose the glee club,” Buck answered and Eddie snorted out a laugh.

“Not in the show , Buck,” He said, shaking his head, “But good to know you were paying attention and not just staring into space.”

Eddie turned his body completely towards Buck and gave him a look.

“Why are you here, and why are we watching Glee ?”

Buck sighed, then buried his face in the pillow. He mumbled something into the fabric. All Eddie could make out were the words Josh and post-glee world , Tommy and last . And possibly something about Abby, which surely wasn't right.

“Huh?” He asked, brows knitting together, and Buck’s face emerged once again. His eyes were misty.

“Tommy broke up with me,” He said simply, and definitely not the long rambling sentence he’d just mumbled.

But Eddie offered him a look of sympathy anyway, leaning over and giving his knee a squeeze before letting go.

“I’m sorry, do you want to talk about it?” Eddie asked. Buck shook his head, his jaw ticking as he grinded his teeth together. He grabbed the remote and unpaused the TV, settling back into the couch.

Eddie let him, he’d talk when he needed to talk, and honestly? Eddie wanted to keep watching the show. 

And that was something he was letting himself do, now, want things and follow through on that want. Even if they were small things like re-enacting that scene from Risky Business, or letting himself watch a show about a show choir.

Maybe next time he went to the juice bar, he'd actually get himself a juice.

[hosiesameena]

only love is all maroon

"It was hard to say, however, when exactly she knew. Like, she’d always known, because anyone who even looked at them could see the tie between their souls, but there had been moments, small and insignificant in that second that when layered together painted a picture she could not unsee."

or; The evolution of Brittana from the perspective of Quinn Fabray.

chapters: 1/1

rating: T

pairings: brittany/santana

characters: quinn fabray, santana lopez, brittany pierce, minor rachel berry

tags: brittana from quinn’s pov, somewhat introspective, implied lesbian quinn fabray, blink and you’ll miss it faberry, but it’s there!, young brittana, lots of feelings, internalized homophobia

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59989144

When Santana is forced to come out to everyone their senior year of high school, she doesn’t tell Quinn – or at least not explicitly.

The day the commercial airs, Quinn invites Santana and Brittany over to her house. They sit in her basement and down bags of chips they know they’ll pay for at practice next week. They don’t turn on any live TV, instead they watch movies on DVD until the late hours of the night. Brittany falls asleep first, curled around Santana, who runs an absent-minded hand through her hair. Quinn watches them, boldly, and Santana doesn’t shrink from her gaze. Instead, she smiles softly, and Quinn smiles back.

Later, when Quinn and Santana finally lay down to go to sleep and turn off the movies, Santana turns to her. She can’t see her face, but she can imagine her expression. She wonders if one day it’ll be mirrored on her own.

“I really like her,” Santana whispers in the thick cover of darkness. “Actually, I love her.”

“I know.”

“When?”

Quinn doesn’t know the right way to answer that. She doesn’t think Santana would like her answer — she wouldn’t like it if someone told her this either — but her love has always been plastered across her face. Santana has always worked tirelessly to hide her feelings, even if it meant being labeled a bitch, to keep herself safe. You can’t hide some things though.

“Freshman year, that Cheerios party. I saw you two in the bathroom,” Quinn half-lies. She did see them then. But that wasn’t when she knew.

Quinn Fabray has known Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce were in love for as long as she can remember.

Or, well, more accurately, as long as she can remember being Quinn Fabray. When she transferred to McKinley at the start of her Freshman year, she knew a spot on the elusive Cheerios was waiting for her. She had become the sort of girl who did not ask things, or want for them, she simply had them. So she got a spot on the team and when she read her name on the list she just shrugged, and turned back to the other wide-eyed, squealing girls and appraised them in all their brazen fulfilled desire with mild disinterest.

Only one other girl was silent, her frown deep despite her name – Santana, she recalled from tryouts – being on the list, as if she’d expected it to be higher, scrawled across the very top. Quinn saw a familiar glint in her eyes, something she recognized. Something raw and hungry and built , not given. So she knew she was the same as her, in the ways that mattered. They had fought and clawed to be where they were and they knew they would only continue to rise because they had to. There was no other choice.

A lithe blonde bound over, her face cheery, and Quinn watched as her pinky linked with Santana’s like they’d done it a million times. Maybe they had. Interesting , was all Quinn thought. Santana shifted, until half her face was shadowed from the fluorescents, so she was fully facing her, and let out one, small smile, reserved only for the other girl. When she cocked her head and the lights of the locker room fully illuminated her face again, it was like it had never been there at all.

Quinn liked that. She didn’t relate to the other girls her age who wore their hearts plainly on their sleeves and embarrassed themselves where anyone could see. She preferred to have emotions in a controlled setting – nobody wants to see their idol snotty-faced and red as they cry over a dumb boy. And that’s what she needed. To be their idol. To be on the top of that pyramid, both on the Cheerios and at McKinley as a whole. She knew she would have both.

And she did.

Later on, when they’d become the Unholy Trinity, Quinn knew the ins and outs of Santana and Brittany like the back of her hand. While Brittany was sort of the human embodiment of what left a sour taste in Quinn’s mouth – bubbly, kind to everyone, and not afraid to cry in front of a room full of girls – she also sort of admired her for it. On Brittany, it worked, because you could tell she meant every word she said – and if she hated you, you’d know. She could appreciate the honesty at least. Plus, Santana had threatened to cut her the first, and only, time she laughed at Brittany for getting overly excited.

So if it made her a hypocrite to judge other girls for their emotions and still be friends with Brittany, she didn’t actually give a fuck.

Someone once asked Quinn, later, if she and Santana and Brittany were even actually friends. She supposed it was a fair question. They stepped on each other’s backs to ascend higher and higher and just laughed when they left the others below them. They were clawed skin and headaches from yanking each other's ponytails, but they were also a heap of body warmth collapsed together on a bed, drunk, and fizzy, jabbing fingers wiping sweat-smeared mascara from beneath each other’s eyes.

They were everything to each other in the way that made them best friends but also terrible friends. They were closer than close. But Quinn also knew that Brittany was everything to Santana in a way she would never be. She didn’t think Santana knew, even, but Quinn could read them like a book after years forged in fire together.

It was hard to say, however, when exactly she knew. Like, she’d always known, because anyone who even looked at them could see the tie between their souls, but there had been moments, small and insignificant in that second that when layered together painted a picture she could not unsee.

There was the first Cheerios practice, when Coach Sylvester reamed out Brittany for forgetting a hair tie. Quinn saw the way Santana bit down on her lip so hard a deep, maroon-y red pearled around the white of her teeth. The next day, in the locker room, when Brittany inevitably had forgotten a hair tie again, Santana pulled one off her wrist silently – she’d been wearing two.

Then there was Christmas, freshman year still, when they had one day off of practice – even though school was closed for two weeks, they still had Cheerios – and all three of them had a sleepover and trekked out into the snow in the middle of the night to make snow angels. The moon was heavy and full, and the sky glowed pink and orange with the promise of fresh snow in the morning. Brittany tilted her face up to the sky, tongue out like she might catch a snowflake.

“It’s not even snowing right now,” Quinn had said.

Santana glared at her and told Brittany to close her eyes and focus really hard. Then, while she was doing so, Santana scooped some snow off the ground and stood on her tippy toes to reach above Brittany’s face and gently let a little bit filter through her gloved fingers. Brittany laughed as each flake touched her tongue, then turned and looked at Santana with the silver of the moon glistening in her blue eyes.

Quinn felt like maybe she was intruding, felt like she should turn and give them some space. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t look away.

“There could’ve been, like, unicorn pee on that snow, San,” she said, humor lacing her words.

“Hey!” Santana had said, holding her hands up and laughing. “That wasn’t me! It was snowing for a second!”

“Right,” Brittany said, as she hip-bumped Santana, sending her giggling as she stumbled through the snow.

Santana never giggled like that at school, or really anywhere, other than when she was with Brittany, and it was easy to forget how truly young they were. Quinn wondered sometimes, late at night, if she had made a mistake. By the time the morning light burned the dew off the grass in her front yard, however, she remembered why she had done everything she had. Why she could never go back.

So it scared her, a lot more than she’d admit, the way Santana and Brittany acted together. She knew they could get away with a lot just from the red shells and skirts they donned in the halls every day, but that protection only extended so far. It scared her that she sometimes thought that maybe her and Santana were more alike than she’d ever initially imagined. She could barely admit that to herself, refusing to accept it. She had a lot of practice with that, it wasn’t hard.

But either way, she knew she would be better than Santana because she knew how far she could fall so, subsequently, she knew how far she could push without toppling over her carefully crafted world. She settled instead, when things felt too overwhelming, for clutching her cross necklace in her fist and squeezing until her skin was indented and bruised.

She knew Santana would not be able to control herself much longer, no matter how many boys she let stick their tongues down her throat at parties. And she worried she’d be caught in that fallout.

A lot of people thought Brittany was really dumb. There were times Quinn would be inclined to believe that too, but then she’d do something or say something astute and it would send you reeling.

2 months after that night in the snow, as Valentine’s day rolled around, when she first set her sights on Finn – the perfect cheerleader needed the perfect football player boyfriend – Quinn, who had stayed after school to practice more until her legs were aching and she could barely catch her breath, walked past an art classroom, then stopped when she recognized Brittany sitting inside.

She was cutting hearts out of green cardstock, nodding along to some song only she could hear.

“Brittany?” Quinn called, stepping into the room.

She looked up at her, tilting her head to the side and smiling, like she’d been expecting her.

“Hi!”

“What are you doing?”

She hummed noncommittally. She cut into a new piece of paper.

“Waiting for Santana,” she decided on, finally.

“Where is she?” Quinn asked, brow furrowing.

“With Puck. Behind the bleachers.”

“Why?”

Brittany looked up from her work again, cocking a brow. “Why do you think, silly?”

Quinn knew the two had been fooling around recently, Santana’s own answer to the same problem Quinn was beginning to face. She just didn’t think Brittany knew.

“And you’re… okay with that?” Quinn asked, cautiously. The last thing she needed was for her to burst into tears – a very real possibility.

“Of course,” Brittany said. “I’m not in charge of her. I’m not like a mean Santa Claus forcing all the elves in the North Pole to work, even if they’d totally rather be doctors, or something.”

Quinn shook her head, losing the thread of the conversation. Brittany seemed to notice, setting her pink, kid-sized scissors down on the table and shifting to more fully face Quinn.

“Things are… not easy for Santana,” she said, solemnly, like a eulogy. “They will never be easy,” she looked away for a second, considering. “Even though people sometimes say she’s easy…” she shook her head and continued. “Sometimes, people have to do things they don’t really, in their hearts, want to do. I want Santana to be happy. She’s not ready for things to be hard yet, and that’s okay. She can’t know who she is yet. But I know her. And so it doesn’t matter what she does because nobody else understands why she has to do what she does.”

Quinn was silent.

“Well,” Brittany continued, fixing a pointed stare on Quinn. “Some people do understand. But things can’t be hard for them yet, either.”

Quinn swallowed down a wave of nausea and gripped her necklace, harder, harder, harder.

“What are you doing with all those hearts?” was the response she settled on. She couldn’t manage anything else right then. Brittany, to her credit, took the subject change in stride.

“Green’s Santana’s favorite color,” she said. “But don’t tell her I told you. She likes people to think it’s red. I’m gonna put them in her locker on Valentine’s Day.”

“Oh,” Quinn said. “That’s thoughtful.”

That’s when she knew that the feelings weren’t one-sided.

The end of Freshman year, the senior Cheerios threw an unsanctioned party at one of their houses and invited the whole team. Quinn, Santana, and Brittany arrived together and were instantly swept into the chaos – the invite list spiraled at some point until it felt like the entire school was packed into one single-family house.

Someone shoved a cup into her hand and Quinn gratefully downed it, not even wincing at the burn. At some point, she got separated from Santana and Brittany, but she didn’t mind. The drinks continued to flow and she stumbled around the rooms, laughing like no one else could hear her. In the kitchen, there was a gaggle of kids Quinn knew were capital-N Not popular. She wondered when they got there. She wondered if she should be mean to them or kick them out, but with liquor coursing through her veins, she couldn’t remember why exactly that would be a good idea.

There was a girl with them, dressed in the stupidest outfit she’d ever seen – a plaid skirt and knee socks and a god-awful sweater. But she locked eyes with Quinn and didn’t look away, like she wasn’t scared and Quinn found herself daunted, recoiling. She wasn’t used to this reaction. And she couldn’t fully tell how that made her feel – but mostly it made her feel like she needed to get away, fast, before she did something really stupid. So she did.

She stumbled upstairs, searching for an unoccupied bathroom and preferably one not already riddled with vomit and empty solo cups. She slipped past an “Off Limits!” sign taped to a door, into what must have been the master bedroom. It was dark, but the attached bathroom had a light on, shining white in the black of the rest of the room. She cursed under her breath and started to leave, before the silhouettes of two familiar builds slid into her view.

It was Santana and Brittany, backlit by the light-up vanity. Santana trailed a hand over Brittany’s cheek, tucking her fingers firmly beneath her chin. Then, she leaned in and kissed Brittany – hard. Brittany kissed her back, wrapping her arms around Santana’s waist and pulling her closer as the kiss deepened. One of them – it was impossible to tell who – made a small sound and Quinn realized she hadn't breathed once. She had to get out of there, and fast.

She slipped out of the bedroom and gently shut the door behind her. She leaned against the wall, everything spinning. She’d known – but that was when she knew it was more than just pining, secret, don’t-touch-them-with-a-10-foot-pole feelings . A million Bible verses whizzed through her mind, but in her drunken state, all that stuck was the girl in the kitchen downstairs and a resounding Good for them.

Summer came and went and suddenly it was Sophomore year. Things were different – Quinn was different. Just like she feared that first week of Cheerios, she fell. But it was okay. She knew how to build herself up again. She got what she needed, really, for a moment. She had Finn and then lost him. She had sex with Puck because she wondered how it felt for Santana (it made her feel empty, she realized). She joined Glee Club with that girl from the party. Things happen the way they’re supposed to, she decided.

Junior year she reclaims her throne with a sort of mild satisfaction. Still, like she did all the way back in Freshman year, she watches Brittany and Santana, still all linked pinkies and skin brushing in the halls, but things aren’t different for them yet.

She decides that’s okay. She thinks they’ll figure it out one day.

She thinks she will too.

[shapposaid]

I have a LOT of Brittana headcanons that can be turned into at least one-shots. I've had them for years and years but I don't know if anyone would read them or if it would be stupid to write them down. Most of them are about gaps in the script of their plots.

Tell me what you guys think.

[bi-lavelent]

Suggestions accepted

I will try and make everyone’s exceptions happen. If I have time. Although here is a list of shows that I have seen. 1.Big Bang Theory 2.Young Sheldon 3.Glee 4.Saved by the bell. 5.Marvle. 6.Fast and furious. 7. Oceans 8. 8. Greys anatomy 9.Private practice. 10. Station 19. 11. Arrowverse shows

12. Abbot elementary

also any actor or actress. My stories will try to be as unbiased as possible and will try to connect to everyone. But I am a closeted bisexual who is in a Christian family. So if I get caught I might never comeback I will be graduating in 2 years and will be able to post more. This is a welcoming community so any hate towards anyone will not be acceptable unless it’s a character that you are supposed to hate.

pls put suggestions in the comment section if you want it to be Anonymous message me. I’m not sure how the tagging works as I am new so til I do I will comment on your questions or send you a message as to when your story comes out.

I am okay with doing very little smut most of my stories will be fluff with minute steamy parts. I will do smut but not good smut

pls help a struggling creator out.

[andyandersmythe]

I just wrote this little thing, ‘cause I can’t stop thinking about the “What if”. This is my dramatic side of what would’ve happened if Blaine had reacted to Sebastian betraying him (not talking about the slushie, well yes, but before that). Cause they were friends right? And Sebastian just betrayed him in front the new directions about that phone call and the set list. Anyway… this is kind of dramatic and it’s also in Spanish (please give it a chance google can translate it) because I don’t feel prepared to write something in English. I mean, I don’t even know if I’m doing it well right now.

Also Blaine has the obvious same feelings that he has on the show for Sebastian but he admit it and he reacts better to the chandler cheating thing (as he should have done it)

[embodyingchaos]

(╥ ω ╥) glee masterlist

last updated: 22nd september, 2023 newest: definitely deserved(glee x gn!reader)

rules for requesting: ✮ disclaimer: i do not do smut, i can do dark themes such as stalking, etc. requests are open.

glee definitely deserved genre: glee x gn!reader, platonic, angst warnings: light violence, light assault, sebastian being an ASSHOLE, not rlly a character x reader synopsis: sebastian wants to take mj, sebastian is being an asshole, y/n's had just about enough of this asshole. finn hudson theatricality rewritten genre: finn hudson x gn!reader, platonic, fluff, sorta angst(?) warnings: finn being sortaaa homophobic, mention of the f slur, finn being a jerk, this is like so bad im so sorry synopsis: reader helps finn make amends with kurt by helping him with his gaga costume. rory flanagan - none yet. joe hart - none yet.

[imyourbratzdoll]

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[darecruit]

unlike some other readers (no hate) i actually really enjoy a shelby/quinn mother-daughter relationship story

not only i think both of these characters were badly used in canon, but i also think that this relationship could be really natural and if you think about it, both of them crave this type of relationship.

it is canon (and majorly fanon as well) that quinn doesn’t have a good/healthy relationship with her parents, so it makes a lot of sense for her character to try and soak all the affection she can get in her relationships with anyone who acts “motherly” towards her

adding onto that, canon shelby has said she regrets the way things went with rachel and her fathers, and she wished she could have been in touch. because of that, i think she would really been supportive of maintaining a relationship with beth’s biological mother, and from that and from getting to know quinn, she could get maternal instincts towards her, even more after realizing how neglected quinn is in her house

so i wrote all of this to actually congratulate you on your story, and i really wish we had more of these. everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but i really do think the way you write allow us to understand every action of your characters. so it does make a lot of sense to shelby and quinn interact the way they do on your story

i love your Shelby/Rachel stories, but i wouldn’t mind (and would actually really like) getting more Shelby/Quinn content

you are an amazing writer, thanks for sharing your work with us

(sorry for the english btw)

Thank you for the support. That means a lot.

All of your points on why Shelby and Quinn work is spot on. I hate how the writers handled Shelby’s character. There was SO much potential there. And I love exploring all the different ways Shelby and Rachel can get together. I’ve done plenty of picture perfect, happy reunion from the very beginning stories with S/R and I love them. But now I’m ready to explore the more complicated stories with them. That won’t always be everyone’s cup of tea and that’s fine.

Im looking forward to exploring this universe more. Rachel will be a part of it but her and Shelby’s relationship will go through a lot of ups and downs before they’re on even footing. They’ll be closer by the end because of it.

(You’re English is amazing, and it means you speak at least one more language than I do. That’s such an incredible gift. Never apologize for that—I’m sorry if anyone has ever made you feel bad for not being a native speaker)

[fanfics-and-shlt]

PLS READ!!!

Im too busy to write so I’ll probably just reblog any good fanfic I find

[kirakiwiwrites]

Um, so hi. Hello. We know it’s been awhile, but if anyone is interested, we have posted a (very long haha) one shot in the Closer To You verse. It was a commission, but it was so fun to revisit this story! We are going to start posting regularly again. Unfortunately, we have had personal reasons for not posting lately, but we hope to begin a new multi chapter fic soon! Thanks for those who have stuck with us ❤️

Much love- A and K