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Special “I’m Sorry” Cookies	By : quinnfabraysmut Category: G through L > Glee Views: 21640 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Special “I’m Sorry” Cookies
- 1
“You’re so selfish, Rachel!” Quinn screamed. “Why can’t you just let somebody else have a solo for once? You’re gonna get plenty of them on Broadway, so why not just be quiet and let someone else have the spotlight for once?”
“But, this is the spring revue! Scouts from NYADA, Tisch and Juilliard are all gonna be there, and I need to be the star!” Rachel screamed back.
“Ugh! You’re so infuriating!” Quinn sat down.
She didn’t really want the solo that much. It was the principle. Mr. Schu had given it to her, and she knew she could sing it.
After Glee, Finn approached Rachel.
“You know, Rachel, Quinn was right,” Finn said.
“Finn, I love you. You’re my best friend, but in these matters, you and I rarely see eye-to-eye because you just don’t get it. So, I’m sorry, but I really can’t agree with you,” she answered.
“Weren’t you a little selfish, though? I mean, wouldn’t you, like, shine more if you were a backup singer? The scouts would have to notice you. Just bake a batch of your ‘I’m sorry’ cookies,” he moved a little closer so no one would else could possibly hear. “Look, you want Quinn to like you, right? Is getting one more solo really worth making her this mad at you?”
“I’ll think about it,” she replied.
She did, and the more she thought about it, the more she knew Finn was right.
Well, maybe not completely right. She did still think it would be better if the scouts saw her as the star, but she could admit that she was head-over-heels in love with Quinn Fabray. So, if she wanted any kind of a shot with her, she should pick her battles.
See, Rachel Berry was, for personal, professional reasons, a closeted lesbian.
Finn was, with his full knowledge and consent, her beard.
One other big reason she wanted to keep all of that a secret was that she also had an 8-inch penis.
It was a complicated mess, but she knew she had to keep this huge secret for now, probably until she happened to find a woman who wasn’t freaked out about it.
She wasn’t expecting that to happen for years, but shooting herself in the foot with Quinn Fabray wasn’t going to help matters.
So, she decided Finn was right, and she was going to make a batch of her “I’m sorry” cookies…but she smiled as she made her decision because she was suddenly struck with an idea.
She wasn’t sure if it was because she wanted to punish Quinn a little while apologizing to her, or if she hoped it would actually help her cause to win over the object of her romantic and sexual fantasies.
In any case, these cookies would have her special ingredient.
So, she set to work making Quinn a special batch of “I’m sorry” cookies.
When the batter was all ready, it was time to add the secret ingredient, cum.
Rachel was, behind her innocent face, a very dirty girl, so no matter what her motive, this was going to be very pleasant for her.
She was already horny. Seeing Quinn angry always made her dick twitch.
And, Quinn angry while wearing her cheerleading uniform, long, lean, feminine, beautiful legs extending from her short skirt, was a vision of sexiness.
And flashes of images of Quinn walking away or bending over had Rachel tearing at her clothes to get them off as soon as possible.
It was like Rachel’s dick was a compass, and Quinn’s ass was due north.
Rachel began slowly. She wanted a good amount of cum in the batter.
She didn’t want Quinn to miss it, even if she didn’t know what it was.
She stroked the length of her dick, imagining Quinn yelling at her.
She cupped her balls, imagining her yelling some more.
She squeezed them, imagining Quinn stopping her tirade to hungrily kiss Rachel.
She unleashed her load into the bowel to thoughts of Quinn bending over to present her ass and spread pussy to her.

“Hello, Quinn,”
“What do you want, Berry?” Quinn was clearly still icy toward Rachel even though she had actually won out in the end and gotten the solo.
“Um…I brought you these, and I wanted to say I’m really sorry. While I do think that I would have shined brightly on that particular song, you do deserve a chance in the spotlight to show off your tremulous alto,” Rachel rambled.
It was a typically backhanded apology with self-aggrandizing undertones, but Quinn was impressed that it wasn’t actually an insult to her.
She looked down at the open plastic container with sugar cookies painted in pink icing with white “I’m sorry” lettering.
She couldn’t hold back at least a slight smile.
Rachel really was an enigma, always a better person under the selfish exterior.
“Thank you. I forgive you,” Quinn said and took the box of cookies.
“Good,” Rachel smiled wide and walked away, Quinn shaking her head after her with a chuckle.

“Oh my god, Rachel, those cookies were so good!” Quinn just couldn’t help running up to Rachel at her locker the next morning as soon as she arrived.
“Really?” Rachel smiled, then turned back to her locker to hide her smirk.
“Yes! Really, Berry. You’ve got to give me more. Can you? You don’t have to put the ‘I’m sorry’ obviously. I totally forgive you, but I just want more!” Quinn enthused.
Rachel by this point was really struggling not to laugh at her secret. Actually, it was hard not to be aroused by the request, even if Quinn couldn’t possibly know what she was really asking Rachel to do.
Quinn wanted more of her cum, and Rachel was not going to deny her.
So, Rachel made her more cookies.
And she made another batch when Quinn came back begging for even more.
And, for each batch, Rachel added more and more of her cum until, by the fifth or sixth batch, she had to take a nap between orgasms because she needed another teaspoon.
Yes, she had eventually made a proper recipe with cum as part of the ingredients list.
Each time the measurement of cum went up, but Quinn seemed to like it even more.
“Rachel, you really outdid yourself this time. I can get enough! You’ve got to tell me your secret. How do you manage to make them better every time?” Quinn was practically bouncing with passion for these cookies.
It made Rachel horny, knowing that in effect Quinn was speaking with such passion about her jizz.
It made her think.
Would it really be so bad to tell her?
She’d had no intention of telling her, but, really, what would be the harm?
It wasn’t like she had a lot to lose with Quinn. Quinn didn’t really like her. She tolerated her because they were both part of the Glee family.
They didn’t need to have a good relationship to be part of Glee together.
So, Rachel decided to tell her.
But, she obviously couldn’t do it right there in the middle of the school hallway.
“Um, I’ll tell you…but I can’t here. Do you, maybe, want to come to my house this afternoon and help me make the next batch?” she was going out on a limb, she knew, but she decided to go for it.
“Well…I don’t know. Why can’t you tell me here? I mean, it’s just an ingredient. It’s not like a state secret or something, is it?” she said, trying to joke, but really kind of perplexed at the way Rachel was protecting this secret so tightly.
“Um…no, but, trust me, Quinn. It is important that no one else knows what the secret ingredient is. Please, trust me?” she looked at Quinn, “You don’t have to come over if you don’t want to, but I just can’t tell you here.”
Quinn saw the desperation, almost fear, in Rachel’s eyes over this, and she realized she should relent. She still didn’t see the big deal, but, as annoying as she found Rachel a lot of the time, she was way past trying to ruin her life.
She didn’t see how the revelation of a cookie ingredient could do that, but obviously Rachel did.
“Okay, I’ll come over. They’re really good, and I want some more,” she smiled.
“Great! I’ll see you after school. You can follow me to my house” Rachel said as she closed her locker and skipped off to class.
She was very nervous about it, but she figured, what the hell?

“Come in and make yourself comfortable,” Rachel invited. “I’ll just be running up to my room for a second to change into something more comfortable.”
Rachel ran upstairs and untucked herself. She kept her skirt and panties, knowing that, if she were careful, her dick wouldn’t reveal itself before she was ready.
“Ready?” she asked when she hit the bottom step.
“Yeah!” Quinn stood up from the couch where she’d been reading a magazine from the coffee table.
“Okay, well, before we get started, I think I should tell you the secret ingredient right away,” Rachel said, looking down.
Rachel had seemed to be calmer, but now she was back to the serious mood of their earlier conversation.
Quinn became a little unsettled and a lot curious by the air of mystery.
“Well, okay. Come on, Rachel, it can’t be that earth-shattering, can it? What’s the big deal?” she asked, trying to keep lighthearted but unsuccessfully.
She felt a heavy feeling in her stomach. It wasn’t necessarily unpleasant, and she was kind of starting to feel the importance to what Rachel was about to reveal.
For some reason, she thought she might be happy with what Rachel was about to tell her.
And, she felt kind of honored that Rachel was going to trust her.
The suspense began to really get on her nerves.
“Come on, Rachel, tell me. It’s obviously important. Just tell me and get it over with,” Quinn begged.
“Okay,” Rachel took a deep breath. “Let’s sit down.”
They did and Rachel started.
“Okay, the secret ingredient is something that you’d never suspect. And, when I tell you what it is, the repercussions will be huge. You won’t be able to see me in the same way again, believe me,” Rachel took another deep breath.
“Come on, tell me,” Quinn was really getting impatient.
“Okay,” Rachel took another deep breath, “The secret ingredient is semen…my semen. I have a penis.”
Rachel braced herself for Quinn to yell, scream, slap her, insult her, or just vomit right then and there at the thought of what she’d eaten and run away.
What she didn’t expect was to see Quinn’s wide eyes and her pupils get really big.
“Can I see?” Quinn blurted.
“Wh-what?” Rachel asked, flabbergasted.
She had changed so she could have easier access in case she decided to show Quinn rather than tell her, but she’d never expected Quinn to ask to see it.
“I want to see,” Quinn seemed to collect herself and became authoritative, in a way that made Rachel’s dick twitch and made it hard for her to resist, even if she’d wanted to.
“Um…okay,” Rachel stood and reached around for the button of her skirt and let it fall to her ankles.
She barely had time to step out of it before Quinn was on her knees in front of her.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Rachel stammered.
“Mmmm…it looks delicious. Mmmm….your balls can’t even stay contained in your panties, can they?” Quinn was positively salivating, and Rachel was astonished at the turn of events.
Astonished was only the half of it when Quinn almost knocked Rachel off her feet in her haste to get her out of her panties.
“Are you a virgin?” Quinn asked as she began to stroke Rachel’s dick.
She, for obvious reasons, had a hard time concentrating on the question. Finally, she found her answer in her haze.
“Y-yes. Yes! I am,” she gasped because she had Quinn Fabray’s hand on her dick. No one could blame her for being a little scatterbrained.
“Are you saving yourself or something? I regret my first time with Puck, but, I really want you. Can I?” Quinn asked.
“Yes…yes,” Rachel gasped.
That was all Quinn needed to hear. She took the tip of Rachel’s cock between her lips and sucked hard.
“Fuck!” Rachel gasped.
Quinn moved her hand to Rachel’s big balls as she slowly took her whole dick into her mouth, then swallowed.
“Shit!” Quinn was kind of proud of reducing Rachel Berry to nothing but expletives.
“Your dick is beautiful, Rachel. I love your balls, so big and round,” Quinn purred before focusing back on her cock.
She licked up each side, then lifted it and licked a long stripe up the underside.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Rachel chanted under her breath.
Quinn Fabray was giving her a blowjob, and just thinking about that usually made Rachel cum in mere minutes.
The real thing was 100 times better than her dreams, and so she was struggling to last more than a minute.
“Um, Quinn, you need to slow down ‘cause otherwise I’m gonna blow,” she warned, nudging her shoulder to try to get her attention.
Quinn paused and looked up, “It’s okay, Rach, go for it. It’s okay. We’ve got all night.”
“Um…really?” Rachel asked, trying not to get too excited by the implications.
“Yeah…I mean, if you want me to stay, I’d like to do…well, you, as many times as possible tonight,” Quinn declared.
“Of course, yeah,” Rachel breathed.
“Good,” Quinn went back to work because she was hungry.
She bobbed up and down on Rachel’s dick a few times quickly, then swallowed around the head one more time.
By this time, Rachel was completely hard, and Quinn moved her tongue to Rachel’s balls.
“Mmmmm…you smell good,” Quinn said before she started to lick Rachel’s scrotum.
In fact, a better word for what she did would be worship.
She licked and sucked each of her balls, then around them.
Then she kissed, in effect made out with, the base of her dick where her scrotum met her shaft.
Then she started a long lick just below the base, fluttering her tongue, moving all the way to her glans, where she fluttered again.
“Fuck I’m cumming, Quinn,” Rachel warned, “Where do you want it?”
“In my mouth,” Quinn demanded and sucked the head back in to her mouth, moving to, again, fondle Rachel’s balls to set her off.
It worked, and Rachel shot a huge load into Quinn’s mouth, which she swallowed like a champ.
She only let a little out of the corner of her mouth, which she licked quickly.
“Mmmm…that was so good,” Quinn moaned, “I love your dick.”
Rachel, after her orgasm had to fall back on the couch because her legs had turned to jelly.
“Do you really?” Now that this had happened, she was beginning to wonder just how it had happened and how Quinn Fabray could be complimenting her on her dick, of all things.
“I do,” Quinn moved to sit next her, “Can I kiss you?”
Rachel looked at her and bit her lip.
“Yeah,” she answered.
Quinn leaned in and kissed her hard. She brought her tongue into the mix quickly.
She’d never kissed a girl, but this just felt natural. She swirled her tongue with Rachel’s for long minutes, allowing the faint taste of Rachel’s cum to spread around.
“You taste good, your mouth and your dick,” Quinn said.
“Quinn, why are you doing this?” Rachel asked, still catching her breath from the blowjob and the deep kiss.
“Rachel, I like dick as much as the next girl, but I don’t usually like the body and the attitude it’s attached to. I do, however, like you. I know that comes as a surprise, and I’m sorry…for everything. I could explain it, but you probably know what I’d say if you thought about it. And, all I can ask is that you forgive me,” Quinn looked down as she finished her speech.
This side of Quinn surprised Rachel and oddly made her even more endearing.
“I do know what you’d say, I think, and I understand your background. I’ve forgiven you long ago. We’ve put most of that behind us, and, frankly, it only seems to have left this passion between us. And, now I think I understand why it’s not just one-sided,” Rachel smiled.
She was suddenly getting it.
“So, are you saying you like me too? That kind of passion?” Quinn asked.
“Yes, Quinn. Now, I think we were about to do some very naughty things together…well, I mean, more naughty things,” she smirked.
“Mmmm…yeah,” Quinn pushed Rachel against the couch and kissed her hard again.
“Quinn, would you mind getting naked?” Rachel asked between kisses.
“Not at all. Take off your shirt,” Quinn answered.
Rachel was wearing a tight shirt, and as soon as she took it off, Quinn groaned.
“Oh, my god, I knew I’d love these,” she gasped. “Why do you hide them? Surely, you’re not ashamed of these beautiful tits.”
Rachel hadn’t been wearing a bra, and, once the top was off, her perfect breasts were free.
“God, Quinn, when did you get such a dirty mouth?” Rachel panted as Quinn sucked on her nipples and kissed and sucked all over her breasts.
“You brought it out of me. Rachel, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you. I have so much pent up sexual frustration, and the fact that you have a dick makes it even better,” Quinn said as she turned some of her attention back to said penis, in the form of her hand cupping Rachel’s balls.
“Fuck, Quinn, that’s so good,” Rachel moaned.
“You’re so big and thick, too. I can’t wait until you’re inside of my cunt,” Quinn whispered in Rachel’s ear.
“Fuck, me neither, Quinn. Shit, I’ve wanted you for so long. Are you sure? I-I don’t have condoms,” Rachel seemed to suddenly remember that detail.
“I don’t care, Rachel. I wouldn’t make you wear one, anyway. I need you raw. I need your cum in me,” Quinn breathed.
“Really?” Rachel was kind of shocked by that.
“Really. Rachel, like I said, I love dick. I’m not super experienced, but I did sleep with Puck a couple of times when I was pregnant, and I loved having his cock inside me in positions where it was mostly that, when he didn’t have to be pressed up against me or touch me too much. But, I want your body so much. Your tits…your cute and sexy-as-hell belly,” she gave Rachel’s belly a little kiss and lick.
Rachel giggled.
“I bet your bare ass is as great as it looks in a tight skirt, too,” she smirked.
“Would you like to see?” Rachel teased.
“I would,” Quinn said. “Are your dads going to be home soon?”
“They’re actually away for the weekend,” Rachel smiled.
“Really? That’s…a really nice surprise,” Quinn said.
“Race you upstairs,” Rachel shouted as she pushed Quinn away, jumped up and started running towards the stairs.
Quinn’s reflexes were too fast for her, though, and before she even got halfway to the stairs, Quinn had caught her around the waist from behind.
“You do have a nice ass,” Quinn nuzzled her neck and ground into said ass, “Mmmm, it’s tight and…mmmm….I just want to squeeze it.”
So she did. She moved one of her hands around and squeezed one of Rachel’s ass cheeks. The other hand caressed Rachel’s belly, then moved lower to graze her ball sac.
She was obsessed with Rachel’s balls.
“Mmmm…Quinn,” Rachel moaned.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Mmmm…I need to be inside your pussy,” Rachel moaned.
“Shit, right to the point. I like it. Let’s go to your bed, and you can have me as much as you want,” Quinn purred into Rachel’s ear.
“I can’t wait to see your pussy,” Rachel purred back, enjoying Quinn’s lips on her neck for just a second more before wriggling away and continuing upstairs.
“Shit,” Quinn’s pussy flooded with anticipation.
They finally made it upstairs, delayed by much touching, kissing and giggling.
When, they tumbled on the bed, mouths fused and legs intertwined, Rachel broke away.
“I want to see your ass, too. Your skirts are pretty enticing, too, you know,” she smiled.
Then, she rolled them over so Quinn was on her back and sat up.
“Turn over,” she ordered.
“Oh, is this how it’s gonna be?” Quinn smirked.
She was going to enjoy this playful struggle for dominance. She knew no one would win the struggle, but they’d have a lot of fun with it.
She turned over, and Rachel almost exploded all over the tight, round vision of bare skin in front of her.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Rachel leaned down and licked a broad stripe on both of Quinn’s cheeks.
Then, she placed her dick between them and rutted.
“Shit! Fuck!” Quinn cried out. She didn’t know Rachel doing that would feel so great, “I think your sheets already need to be changed. I think I just flooded all over them.”
Rachel smiled.
“I definitely don’t mind changing my sheets after we’re done. I’m more than happy to roll around in a little messiness in the meantime,” she replied leaning over Quinn’s back and nibbling her ear. “Do you mind a little mess?”
“Not at all…as long as most of your messiness gets inside me somewhere,” Quinn said as casually as if she were saying good morning.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me blow all over you right now,” Rachel grunted as she really did exert some energy to hold back at Quinn’s words.
Quinn rolled back over.
“I’d be okay with that except I really want your first load inside my cunt,” she said flatly.
“Shit, Quinn,” Rachel breathed.
She really needed to comply with Quinn’s desires, but she also needed to get a really good look at Quinn—all of Quinn—first.
“Mmmm…you’re so beautiful, Quinn. And…so sexy. Your tits are gorgeous. Oh my god, your abs are divine,” she leaned down for a long lick from Quinn’s lower belly, over her bellybutton, to just below her breasts.
Quinn’s abdominal muscles trembled at the touch.
Rachel grabbed one of Quinn’s tits and squeezed gently.
Then, she moved her eyes to see what she’d been waiting for.
“Oh my god, Quinn,” she bent down to lick straight through Quinn’s already aroused pussy. “You’re so pretty.”
“Am I beautiful, pretty or sexy?” Quinn teased. She loved hearing Rachel compliment her. It was stroking her ego a bit, but it also made her all warm inside because she knew Rachel meant it.
“All of the above…in impossibly full measures,” Rachel replied.
Quinn smiled.
“I feel the same way about you. I just show it in different ways I guess,” she smiled.
Rachel returned the smile.
“We seem to be getting mushy again,” Rachel said.
“Are you going to put a stop to it?” Quinn challenged.
“I am, as long as we can come back to it later,” Rachel kissed Quinn hard.
Quinn didn’t answer, but she completely agreed.
As their tongues swirled around each other, Rachel reached down to line her cock up with Quinn’s pussy.
As soon as she made contact with her entrance, they both moaned long and deep.
“Put it in. I want your dick stretching my cunt. I want you to fuck me hard. I won’t break,” Quinn panted.
Rachel thrust hard and deep.
“Shit, your pussy feels so good,” Rachel groaned and kissed Quinn as she began to thrust in and out, hard.
“I can feel all of your cock, and it’s amazing,” Quinn grunted. “So deep. And, it’s stretching me so good.”
Rachel picked up her pace and strength until the headboard was hitting the wall with each thrust.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m cumming Quinn!” she shouted.
“Me too. Paint my pussy. Claim me!” she cried.
That set Rachel off, sending rope upon rope of semen deep inside Quinn.
And, that set Quinn off. She squeezed Rachel’s dick and gushed all over it.
“Fuck, your cum is so good,” Quinn breathed as they both struggled for breath, coming down from their high.
Rachel still hovered over Quinn, balls deep in her pussy.
“My god, Quinn, you’re so much better than I even imagined,” Rachel said, reverently.
“Oh my god, that was your first time, wasn’t it?” Quinn suddenly felt the tiniest bit guilty for not making it a little more special.
“Yeah, and what a spectacular first time,” Rachel smiled down at Quinn, “Don’t worry, Quinn, it was so special. It wasn’t some cliché, slow lovemaking with candles, but it was so special because it was you. And, did I mention you were spectacular?”
“You did,” Quinn kissed Rachel again as the guilt melted away. “I want you to use my body tonight, Rach. And, you know I’m a cheerleader, so I’m very flexible. I love your dick, and I want in whatever way you want me.”
“Fuck, Quinn, I need your mouth on me now to get me hard again,” Rachel gasped.
Quinn rolled them over and moved between Rachel’s legs.
And, she immediately swallowed Rachel’s dick all the way, fondling her balls.
“Fuck, you like my dick, huh?” Rachel gasped.
“I do. And, I can taste my juices on it, too,” she smiled at Rachel before moving to her balls, picking up with her hand where her mouth had left off.
She sucked on Rachel’s balls like it was her last meal.
She licked and licked all over her sac, moaning at the delicious taste.
“I love your taste, Rachel. You’re so delicious,” she complimented.
Finally, when she knew Rachel was almost as hard as she could get, she took one of her balls and then the other and swirled her tongue around them.
“Mmmm, your balls are my favorite part of your dick,” she said.
“You do seem kind of obsessed by them,” Rachel panted as Quinn moved to hover over her. “I’m not complaining one bit.”
“Yeah…I mean, they feel so great in mouth, and besides, it’s where your cum is made. And, I definitely want more of that inside me. Are you ready?”
“Mhm,” Rachel replied.
“How do you want to fuck me?” Quinn ground down on the underside of Rachel’s dick, which rested on her stomach.
“God, can you ride me?” Rachel begged.
“Absolutely, baby. I’ll ride you so hard,” Quinn husked.
Quinn spread her legs and easily slid down onto Rachel’s dick.
“Oh, my god,” they groaned in unison.
Quinn was ready to given Rachel the ride of her life, but first she had to kiss her again.
She ground down to the hilt on her dick and roughly stuck her tongue down Rachel’s throat.
When she came back up for air, she said, “Are you ready?”
“There’s more?” Rachel asked, “This is so good already.”
Quinn bit her lip and spread her legs out until she was practically doing a split moving up and down Rachel’s dick.
“Holy shit,” Rachel exclaimed.
“You like that?” Quinn looked down as she bounced.
“Fuck, yeah. I knew you were flexible, but damn. It feels so good. I can feel every inch of you.”
“I know. You’re getting so deep, Rachel, I can feel you brushing my cervix,” Quinn panted with the exertion.
Suddenly, in one swift motion she brought her legs back together and began to grind down on Rachel again, brushing her balls with her ass.
Then she reached back and began fondling them with her fingers.
“Mmmm…they’re are so soft,” she said.
Rachel grabbed Quinn’s hips and helped her grind back and forth, deeper.
Suddenly Quinn went rigid and shook with an intense orgasm.
“Shitttt!” she gasped and fell forward, putting a hand on each side of Rachel’s head.
Quinn was squeezing her dick so tight, Rachel couldn’t hold off on her own orgasm.
She shot long, thick ropes of seed up into Quinn.
With cum dripping down Rachel’s dick, still nestled inside her, Quinn said, “Fuck, can we still make cookies?”
Rachel laughed.
“Yes, Quinn. Will these cookies have my cum in them?” she asked.
“Of course, but not too much. I wouldn’t want to waste it. I want most of it in my cunt.”
Rachel laughed some more.
“I think we can find the right balance,” she looked at Quinn, amused.
“Hey, Rachel?” Quinn looked directly at her to get her attention.
“Yes, Quinn?”
“Will you be my girlfriend?” she stared into Rachel’s eyes, nervous but also completely serious.
“You want to be my girlfriend?” Rachel was frankly shocked, “Wait…before you change your mind, yes, I’ll be your girlfriend. A-am I your secret girlfriend?”
“No! I’m done hiding who I am. I’m a lesbian who likes the occasional dick, though that part I think we will keep a secret.” She smiled, “I’m in love with you, Rachel, and I'm done pretending I'm not.”
“God, I’m in love with you too, Quinn…and happy to be yours. Wanna fuck again?” Rachel asked.
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