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“I don’t know why you bother washing it off, it actually improves your looks.”
Quinn stiffened at the sound of the familiar, melodic voice behind her, looking up to meet her tormentor’s eyes in the mirror. She was bent above the sink – again – washing slushy out of her hair for the third time that day, hoping to just make it through fifth period and get home without yet another encounter with the resident HBIC. The little diva had been on a rampage today, targeting Quinn even more than usual with snide comments, shoves into the lockers, and the ubiquitous slushies. She didn’t know what she’d ever done to draw the diminutive girl’s wrath, but it was like she’d had a target painted on her from the moment she walked in the doors of William McKinley high school.
On the first day of her sophomore year, Quinn had arrived at school looking forward to making new friends since her family had just moved to the area. She was met with a bath of frozen corn syrup and the taunting laughter of Rachel and half the football team. The brunette was dating the star quarterback and – Quinn thought in her more unkind moments – probably fucking half the football team, and had the entire school wrapped around her little finger with her golden voice and sweet charm. Maybe Quinn had just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, but once it started, it never stopped. A year and a half later, she was about at her breaking point.
“What did I ever do to you?” Quinn knew her dismay was obvious and struggled to wipe her expression clear – showing she was affected by it just seemed to encourage the other girl’s verbal abuse. Just once, though, Quinn wanted to know what it was about her that was so awful.
“What did you do? You existed. I don’t know why you keep coming to this school when it’s clear no one wants you here. Who could blame us? You prance around here with that chip on your shoulder, like you think you’re better than us when you’re really just a loser. And look at you – you’re a skank, your hair’s cut like a boy, and don’t even get me started on your clothes, seriously, do they just not let you shop in the girl’s department because they can tell you’re a tranny freak?”
Quinn felt something inside her rising up over her usual despairing apathy. She didn’t talk to anyone because no one would talk to her, and meeting anyone’s eyes was just asking for attention she didn’t want. The short hair was something she’d adopted sophomore year because it was easier to wash slushies out of. Similar reason for the clothes – she got cheap clothes at consignment shops because they were just going to end up stained and ruined. Everything the girl was ripping her apart for was directly caused by her. She stared at the diva for a long moment; the girl really would be very pretty if not for the sneer marring her face. It was kind of unfair, in a way, how she could look so beautiful on the outside, and be so rotten on the inside, at least when it came to Quinn.
“Stop staring at me you freak, you’re giving me the creeps,” Rachel snapped. “God, this is exactly why everyone hates you, you just can’t seem to act like a normal human being. I mean, I know they probably didn’t teach you very much at whatever institution you came from, but you’d think they would actually make sure you could function in society before they let you out.”
Raw anger began to bubble over inside the blonde, along with a twisted sense of arousal borne from a desire to exert some power over the undeniably attractive girl. She stormed across the small room and threw the lock on the bathroom door, then turned to shove Rachel against the wall, pinning the petite girl in place with one forearm locked across her collarbone. They were close enough that Rachel could feel ragged breaths puffing across her face and for just a moment her gaze dropped from dilated hazel eyes to full lips.
“You think I’m a freak? Well guess what, you’re right, I am a freak,” Quinn snarled, pressing her groin forcefully against the shorter girl’s abdomen.
Rachel’s eyes widened in shock – there was no mistaking what she felt: the hard, hot length of a sizable erection. Her thoughts fizzled; she had certainly never expected how on-target she was with certain aspects of her jeering.
“And you’re about to find out just how much of a freak. You take your aggressions out on me, it’s about time the tables were turned, you nasty bitch.”
“N-no, you can’t,” Rachel pushed against the blonde at the feeling of a hand moving between them, unfastening baggy slacks to expose boyshorts barely containing Quinn’s straining member.
“Can’t I?” Quinn smirked, lifting up Rachel’s skirt to fumble for her underwear. “A thong, really? Should’ve known Hudson’s whore would be all about easy access.”
“You touch me and I’ll make you regret it,” the brunette threatened, pushing at Quinn again, but she couldn’t really get enough leverage to make any progress with the way the blonde had her pinned. Truth be told, she wasn’t trying that hard. There was something oddly alluring about the fire in the outcast’s hazel eyes, burnished gold and nearly-iridescent green flashing in the bright fluorescent lights.
“What are you going to do to me that you haven’t already done? I’m already the school outcast thanks to you,” Quinn’s voice was rough, her face a mask of old, deep-seated hurt.
The blonde ground her still-clothed erection into Rachel’s bared crotch and her hard length parted the girl’s outer lips, bumping against a swelling clitoris. The diva hissed at the sudden contact and Quinn glanced down to see the red cotton of her boyshorts darkened with proof of the girl’s arousal.
“It looks like I won’t have anything to regret anyway,” the blonde’s expression turned sly. “I’m not the one getting turned on by the local loser. You should be glad I locked the door, or someone might come in and see you enjoying my attention. Maybe I should drag you out into the hall and show everyone how hot you are for me.”
“Don’t you dare! Let me go, you freak!”
“Yeah, I’m a freak... but you’re getting off on this, so what’s that make you?” Quinn leaned in to whisper, her lips just brushing against Rachel’s ear. The diva choked back a whimper and shoved at her captor half-heartedly.
“Oh, come on, you aren’t even trying now,” Quinn taunted, reaching to pull her boyshorts down and free her throbbing erection. Rachel’s breath hitched as she felt the rigid shaft sliding between her wet folds. She wasn’t sure if she was angrier at the blonde for trapping her like this, or her body for betraying her with the aching throb between her legs. The throbbing intensified and her hips bucked uncontrollably when slender fingers dipped into her and pulled her thong to the side.
“You still think you don’t want this? Fuck, you’re practically dripping, you sick whore. I bet Hudson never made you this wet, huh? Is that why you’re so nasty to me, it turns you on so you can bring yourself to fuck the Pillsbury dough boy? I always wondered how you managed to do it, I’m almost flattered.”
“I don’t want you, I hate you!” Rachel didn’t even bother to struggle this time, but she kept her gaze defiant.
“Tsk, tsk, that wasn’t very creative, I’m sure you can do better than that,” Quinn smirked and pulled one impossibly long leg around her waist, positioning her cockhead at the entrance of the girl’s heated core.
“You do this and I will ruin you. You think today was bad? After this it will be slushy baths between every period. You’ll be so drenched you won’t even be able to get to class and no one will have to look at your ugly clothes and Flowbee haircut. I’ll make sure it goes on however long it takes for you to get picked up by truancy and sent to school with the juvenile delinquent potheads where you belong, you tranny, treasure-trailed FREAK!”
Quinn growled in incoherent rage and snapped her hips up, sheathing her entire length in the girl with one swift thrust. Rachel wailed and scrabbled at Quinn’s slender shoulders, her walls cramping in a mixture of pleasure and pain at the sudden intrusion. She was unbelievably wet, but the blonde was well-endowed and gave her no time to adjust, immediately setting a punishing, brutal pace.
“What’s the matter, too much for you? Pencil-dick Hudson can’t fill you up like this, huh? Or does he even get that far? I don’t talk, but I listen, and I’ve heard the cheerleaders talk about what a lousy lay he is – can’t even get inside before he shoots his load.”
Rachel’s head swam; she knew she should be outraged at learning that her boyfriend had cheated on her, but she couldn’t focus past the feeling of the thick shaft pounding into her sensitive core. The blonde was right about one thing – Finn was average in size at best, and he didn’t tend to last long. Most of the diva’s orgasms were self-stimulated, except for the rare occasions when he managed to find her clit. Quinn’s assault was rough and bruising, but her cock was hitting all the right places, setting her nerves aflame with raw pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re tight, Hudson must really be tiny, but, mmm, at least you’re good for something. God, I wish I’d known what a filthy slut you are, I would’ve done this a long time ago.”
“Go, ungh, go to hell, Fabray,” Rachel panted, even as her eyes fluttered shut and her head dropped back against the wall.
“I’ll save you a spot, sweetheart,” the blonde scowled and grabbed the diva behind the knees, hoisting both legs up around her waist. She slowed her earlier frantic pace somewhat, settling for hard, forceful thrusts that slammed the smaller girl’s lower back into the wall. The new angle caused her pubic bone to mash against an engorged clit with each surge forward and Rachel had to bite her lip to stifle her moans even as her body betrayed her with a new gush of wetness.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” Quinn chuckled darkly. “You can pretend all you want, but we both know you’re getting off on this. What would all your little minions think now, if they knew you were about to come on my cock? After all those rumours you spread, the slushies, the nastiness, and here you are, creaming all over me like a common whore. You. nasty. little. bitch.”
Quinn punctuated each word with a particularly hard thrust and Rachel felt her walls clamp down hard as the debauching words pushed her into orgasm. She clung desperately to the blonde’s strong, narrow shoulders, mouth open in a silent scream as that thick shaft continued to pound into her. Just as she started to come down from her climax, the outcast pushed in deeply and ground against her sensitised clit, throwing her into a second orgasm. Quinn pinned her hard against the wall, and Rachel rocked slowly against the girl’s athletic frame, riding out the waves of pleasure, slick inner walls fluttering and contracting around the rigid member.
As soon as the last aftershocks had passed, Quinn pulled out and dropped Rachel’s legs, still-hard cock standing proudly between them. Rachel’s legs buckled, weak from her multiple climaxes, and she fell to her knees on the hard, tile floor.
“That’s where you belong, on your knees, on the floor like the piece of trash you are. You should be thanking me for fucking you so good, no one’s ever gonna give it to you like I did.”
Rachel glared up at her, still winded and panting, unable to formulate a suitably cutting reply. She was mortified that she’d just let Quinn fuck her into two orgasms, but god, she couldn’t deny she liked it, at least not to herself. She’d certainly never tell the blonde; the last thing the freak needed was more ammo against her. As she glared up at the girl, she was struck again by how flawlessly beautiful she was; she’d always hated the outcast for that. That was why she’d made her a target to begin with; she knew if she didn’t, the boys – especially Finn – would be all over the gorgeous girl, and then where would she be? All she really had going for her was her voice and she wasn’t fool enough to believe that would preserve her popularity without the backing of the football team. If only she’d known about this particular little detail earlier, the last couple years could have been quite different. She wasn’t allowed any real time for musing now though, not with a still-angry, and still-hard, blonde looming over her.
“You made a mess all over me, and frankly, the least you can do is clean it up. Maybe then I’ll think about not telling everyone how hard you came for me.”
Quinn grabbed the base of her cock and slapped Rachel’s cheek with the tip, leaving a splotch of wetness that glistened in the bright light. Rachel glared daggers at the blonde, but opened her mouth obediently and swirled her tongue around the bulbous head. She wrapped her lips around the head and sucked, working her mouth and tongue to provide as much stimulation as possible.
“Mmm, fuck yeah, suck me. Look at you, hungry for my cock. God, I wish they could all see you now, on a filthy bathroom floor, sucking my cock like it’s your job.”
Rachel felt her pussy clench at the outcast’s words and for a moment really wished she dared ask the girl to just bend her over the sink and fuck her until she couldn’t walk. She settled for sucking more of the long shaft into her mouth, deep-throating the thick member. Finn’s short dick had never really tested her gag reflex, and she was perversely pleased to find she could take the blonde’s entire length. A hot stream of pre-come made its way down her throat as she swallowed around the blonde’s cock.
“Oh my god, you’re fucking pro at this, aren’t you? I know you didn’t learn to do this with short-dick Hudson. Who do you practise on? Puckerman? Evans? Or maybe that’s how you keep morale up when that fuckup boyfriend of yours blows the game – you blow the entire team so they don’t kick his ass for being such a tyro?”
At that, Quinn grabbed Rachel’s head, wrapped her fingers in long, dark hair, and started fucking the girl’s mouth in earnest. She tried to ignore the silky feel of the girl’s hair and focus on the hot mouth wrapped around her aching cock. She thrust in and out rapidly, abusing the diva’s mouth the way she’d abused her pussy. Rachel sucked and swirled her tongue around the shaft, letting her teeth scrape lightly on the sensitive member.
“Yeah, mmm, this is a way better use for that nasty mouth of yours. Fuck, I’ll have to, nngh, start shutting you up, oh yeah, like this more often,” Quinn could feel her balls tightening; this felt too good to want to stop, but it was inevitable at this point. She came with a shout, cock jerking and twitching on the girl’s tongue, shooting thick ropes of come into her throat.
“Swallow it, you know you want to. I bet you can’t get enough of the taste, but don’t worry, you can have some whenever you want.”
Rachel glared up at the taller girl even as she swallowed the viscous fluid filling her mouth. She’d never admit it, but she did rather like the taste of the blonde. Finn was bitter and funky, but Quinn was sweet with just a hint of saltiness that was actually somewhat nice (as such things went). Quinn sighed with satisfaction and pulled her softening cock out of the diva’s mouth to tuck it back into her boyshorts.
The brunette pushed herself to her feet and adjusted her clothes, fixing her hair as best she could. There probably wouldn’t be anyone wandering around campus by now, but one never knew, and she really didn’t need to have anyone see her with the “freshly fucked” look, especially since all the football players – including her boyfriend – were on the field for practise. Infidelity or not, she needed him for status and if they were going to break up, it would be on her terms.
“You’re lucky I’d rather get revenge on my own than file a police report, Fabray,” Rachel’s words lacked any real conviction, and Quinn just snorted in amusement.
“Are you on the pill? Not that early-arrival Hudson would get to make use of it.”
“Yes,” Rachel bit out, narrowing her eyes at the outcast.
“Good. Next time you’re a bitch to me, I’m going to fuck your slutty little pussy and you’re going to go to class with my come dripping down your thighs. So think about that, before you call me a freak or order a slushy bath, or whatever other vicious crap you come up with.”
Rachel snarled at the cocky blonde and pushed past her to storm out of the bathroom into the now-deserted halls. Quinn just smirked, watching the diva flounce away; she knew she’d be back for more. At least now she’d get something for her trouble when the so-called HBIC tried to make her life hell.