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hi this is my first time sending a request and this one was rejected by other writer so I wondered if you could write it instead. I love quinn and I was thinking about a quinn fabray x fem!reader where reader was quinn first love back in middle school in that old school of hers and they had confessed to each other. reader loved quinn since her lucy caboosey phase and you could add that russell or Judy found out and separated them and encouraged quinn to get the nose job and lose weight. anyways, reader goes to McKinley during season 2 where quinn is trying to get her life together and she snaps when reader tries to approach her using her old name they don't speak anymore but reader always look out for quinn from the sideways (she's not from the glee club but she befriends Rachel) and quinn gets even more pissed when she catches rachel mentioning you before glee starts. the whole mess with lucy caboosey gets out and they finally speaks w reader comforting Quinn. make it angsty with a happy ending do not spare our feelings😂
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Still By Your Side
You know you're staring, but you can't help it. Something about this girl in your class is so familiar. You just can't put your finger on it.
See, you used to live in Lima, but you moved away in middle school. Forced away, rather. Now you're back and junior year began at McKinley High. While you recognized a lot of people, this one person just couldn't jog your memory.
Not until her eyes bore into yours.
As soon as class ends, you pack up your things and dart after the blonde.
"Hey! Wait!"
The blonde turns around, eyebrows cocked with an annoyed look on her face. She doesn't say anything, waiting for you to tell her why you're bothering her.
You take a moment to take her in. This girl was beautiful, that's for sure. There was a grace about her to match. Even her annoyed face looked pretty. You shake the thought from your head before finally speaking.
"Lucy, right? Lucy Fabray? It's me, Y/N."
Almost immediately, a hand covers your mouth and you're shoved against the lockers. Eyes blazing with fury found your shocked ones.
"I don't care who you are. I don't care how we met. But you will NEVER utter that name ever again." She leans closer and dangerously lowers her voice. "I am not Lucy and I will never be again. I am Quinn Fabray. Lucy is dead."
She pushes off of you, shoving you further into the lockers before striding away. You just watch her leave, your heart breaking with each step she takes. You didn't even notice the person next to you until she spoke.
"Sorry about her. She's always been like that."
With a jolt of surprise, you turn to look at the short brunette next to you. There's a moment before you look towards Quinn again.
"No... Not always." A sigh escapes your lips before you turn your attention to your companion. "You're friends with Lu-er... Quinn?" The brunette lets out a soft, rueful laugh.
"Kind of? More like rivals, I guess. We're both in Glee Club together. I'm Rachel Berry." She holds out her hand, which you take to shake.
"Y/N," you reply. "Y/N Y/L."
"If you wanna get close to Quinn, you can join Glee. We always need more members anyway." She offers. You consider it for a moment before shaking your head.
"Nah. I won't bother her like that. And I'd rather get myself settled before joining any clubs." You smile. "Thanks though. Maybe in the future." Rachel returns your smile with her own wide one.
"I'll hold you to that."
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As the days pass, you learn more about Quinn thanks to Rachel. Her pregnancy and the resulting fallout with her parents, her life with the Glee Club, and now her determination to return to life before her baby. It was a lot and you weren't surprised by how much it affected her. You've already decided to stay out of Quinn's way, but they didn't mean you weren't still drawn to her.
While you tried your best to avoid directly interacting with the blonde, there were times when it was inevitable. Much like when she and Santana got into a fight in the hallway and you made it a point to pull Quinn away while blocking the Latina's attacks with your body.
Quinn didn't even acknowledge you.
It wasn't ideal. Your heart squeezed in pain with every rebuff. But the love you held for her, from the moment you met Lucy, it was worth every glance.
Only once did Quinn speak to you after meeting again. It had been months of just being in her orbit. But suddenly, you're slammed against the wall.
"Stay away from Berry." She growls. "I already have to deal with you everywhere else. I don't need that dwarf opening her big mouth to speak your name."
Recovered from the push and sudden rant, you retort.
"We haven't spoken since the first day! I even honored your request, Quinn. I don't understand why you dislike me so much."
"You don't get it." She leans into your space. If you weren't so frustrated, you would've blushed. "You're the only one who knows about Lucy. About everything I had to go through because of her. You can ruin my reputation with that knowledge. How can I not hate you?"
You could only blink in shock. So much was forgotten. Or rather, repressed. After a moment, you sigh.
"Quinn... What would I gain from that?" With a slump, your head thumps against the wall. "You may have forgotten but I... I loved Lucy." You hear a soft gasp. "I still love her. Even after your parents forced me away. Even after all this time."
You finally look straight into Quinn's eyes.
"If I ever talk about Lucy, it will only be with love and adoration. But since you don't want any indication of her existence, then she'll live in my heart. I'm not here to hurt you, Quinn. You have my word."
With that last word, you push past Quinn, leaving her in the hallway. You laid everything out there and you hope the blonde would trust you.
You didn't notice the look of awe in her face.
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The first thing you noticed when you walked into school the next week were the whispers. Gossip sprung up all around you. You were confused until you were faced with a poster of a familiar photo.
Lucy Caboosey.
Almost immediately, you move to look for Quinn. At the choir room, you were met with most of the New Directions. Upon seeing you, Rachel rushed up.
"Y/N!"
"What's going on?" Another girl piped up.
"Fabray was being more annoying than Rachel." You recognized her to be Lauren Zizes. "I found out her little secret and decided to even the odds for Prom Queen."
You just stared at her. "YOU WHAT!?"
Everyone jumped at your voice.
"Do you know what she had to go through because of that bullying? I basically had to be her bodyguard in middle school just so she wouldn't be pushed to do anything drastic. And. You. Bring. That. BACK!?"
It didn't matter that Zizes was twice your size and stronger. She shrunk at your rage.
"You better damn well hope I find her before I see you again."
You whirl around to continue your search for Quinn, leaving the group in fear and awe.
Eventually, you follow the trail of torn posters to a classroom where you find the blonde crying at a desk. Quietly, you take a place across from her and wait for her to acknowledge you. It didn't take long for her to look up at you with teary eyes.
"Y/N..."
You smile. "Hey, Luce. Sorry I wasn't around to protect you this time." Quinn let's out a scoff.
"Please. I pushed you away. It's my own fault." A sigh escapes her lips. "How am I going to face the school now?"
"The same way you always did."
Quinn just looks at you, confused.
"Sure, you had an outburst. But you can't let that, or your past, dictate what you do now." You reach out your hand, palm up in an inviting manner. "You show that it doesn't control you. Even if you're just faking it."
She stares at your hand.
"Why are you doing this? After everything that's happened between us." You just give her a sad smile.
"I told you before. I love Lucy. Always will. I told her that as long as I was around, I'd protect her. I intend to keep it."
A tear falls from Quinn's eyes as she looks at you with wonder. Her hand covers yours and she revels in its warmth.
"Do you think you can... Love Quinn like you did Lucy? I've changed so much since you left. I'm not Lucy Caboosey anymore."
"Quinn," you start. "I don't think I could love you like I did Lucy." The blonde wilts, her heart breaking. Her hand clutches tighter onto yours. She had been so scared of her reputation crumbling that it masked her own feelings for you. Feelings she held for so long.
Quinn's actions catch your attention and when you look into her eyes, you're struck by the emotion in them. In an instant, you're back in middle school and falling in love all over again. You let yourself stay in that moment for a bit before speaking again.
"Lucy has a special place in my heart. She's my first love." You watch as your thumb caresses Quinn's hand. "It'll always be there, but it'll never grow." Your eyes meet again. "It can grow with you though. I may not know Quinn as well as I did Lucy, but I'd like to."
The smile on your face is immediately covered by soft lips. In a surge of emotion, the blonde leaned forward to kiss you. Before you could even react, she retreats.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself..." The light blush on her face sparks another memory and your smile widens.
"And here I thought I'd be the one to break." You chuckle. Gently, you lift her hand and kiss each knuckle. "Maybe let me kiss back this time?"
Quinn's blush deepens.
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P.Y.T
2010 words
idk enemies to lovers
santana lopez x reader
summary- you've always hated santana and santana has always hated you, but then for a duets lesson, you two get partnered up.
A/n: i've been wanting to write something else for santana for a while now, i've got somethings cooking up rn lol.
you were sat next to mercedes and kurt waiting for glee club to start. “so y/n, whats up with you and santana?” mercedes questioned. “yeah i want to know too. there has to be something there,” kurt added on. you shook your head before looking behind them at santana, who, to your surprise, was already looking at you. as soon as your eyes met hers she looked away. you shrugged this off as nothing but a judge mental glare and looked back at your friends, “nothings up, we hate each other” you said sternly. they both shook their heads, “one of you wants more,” kurt stated. you shook your head as schue walked in, cutting your conversation short.
“alright!” schuester clapped his hands together as he started, “this weeks lesson is a return of our duets! our duet for regionals needs to be killer guys!” he walked towards the piano and looked at the teenagers watching him. “the winner of our challenge will be singing at regionals,” rachel raised her hand, “will you let us pick our partners this time?” schue grinned before leaning down “i am so glad you asked rachel” he said as he stood back up straight with a hat in his hands. the glee club groaned. “who wants to draw first?” he quizzed.
rachel shot up and walked towards the piano before reaching her hand in the hat and grabbing out a piece of paper. “kurt” she read. kurt gave her a fake smile before looking towards you and mercedes and rolling his eyes. you shrugged and walked down next. you grabbed a piece of paper from the hat before looking at schue “can i grab a new one?” you questioned quietly. “no,” he said while shaking his head. you sighed before looking straight at the latina cheerleader you hated. “santana,” you stated.
mercedes and kurt let out muffled laughs before you shot them a glare quickly making them shut up. you walked back to your seat with a sigh, “you guys are gonna be dating by the end of this week, im calling it,” mercedes said as soon as you sat down, “shut up,” you snapped back.
after everyone got their partners, they went to begin working on their songs. you walked over to santana and sat next to her, ignoring any eye contact. she did the same before sighing, “we need to work together, we cant hate each other for this week,” she acknowledged. you nodded your head “i know.” you began “lets do something upbeat” she nodded "yeah let's do something we can dance to" she agreed. you shook your head before turning to look at her "im not as good of a dancer as you" you said. santana smiled at you as she made eye contact with you. "you've never complimented me before" she said softly, you shook your head "don't take it to heart" you stood up and looked down at her "tonight, your place, 5, we're gonna work on the song" you said before walking out of the choir room.
you knocked at her front door at 5:05. santana opened the door for you a few moments later, "youre late" she stated. you shrugged "and you waited for me," the cheerleader rolled her eyes "it's my house stupid, come on," she heaved, walking downstairs. you walked inside and shut the door before following her into the basement. she turned back to look at you "what song do you want to do?" she quizzed you. you sat down on a brown woven chair and shrugged "you have to choose" santana groaned and stood in front of you with her arms crossed, why is she kinda hot right now?, you thought ignoring what she was saying. "y/ln." she said sternly, making you come back to life. "what'd you say? i got distracted by your obnoxious decor" not your best comeback, the only thing you could think of at the time though. santana rolled her eyes and pulled you out of her chair. "that the worst thing you've ever said," she exhaled.
the cheerleader pulled out her phone, putting it on shuffle. "whatever song this lands on is the song we're going to do" you nodded and watched her. santana was staring at her phone, praying that it wouldn't play something dumb. you listened as her phone speakers began playing p.y.t by michael jackson. you both looked at each other and sighed. you weren't going to back out and reshuffle it, so you settled on it. "you're the dancer out of the two of us, you have to make the choreo" you stated as she put her phone down. "i need to know what you can do first" she looked at you as you shrugged. "make the choreo and i'll tell you if i can do it or not" santana groaned and crossed her arms while watching you. "i'll make all the harmonies, and you make the choreo, it's a perfect mashup" you said as you went to go find some paper and a pencil. "the cabinet to your left dumbass" she yelled out to you as she began listening to the song over and over, trying to visualize the choreography.
you ended up staying over for hours. "we should get something to eat" santana called out to you, looking at you sitting on the same woven chair you sat on forever ago, doodling on the paper you had found. you shrugged before nodding. "yeah sure, but we should cook something" the latina looked at you, slightly disgusted. "why would we do that?" you stood up and looked down at her "because it would be a good bonding experience" you answered, reaching your hand out to her. santana grabbed your hand, using it to pull herself up. the two of you walked up the stairs together and walked into the kitchen. "you're still holding my hand tana" you said with a smirk as she looked down at your hands. she quickly yanked her hand back, scoffing "you were holding my hand" she mumbled, clearly flustered by the nickname you called her. "do you know how to cook?" she asked. you nodded "yeah, what do you have?" santana shrugged before moving back to let you search around. you weren't exactly sure what you were going to make "can i just make mac and cheese?" you quizzed. you looked back at her "im just going to order a pizza" she stated before quickly calling a local pizza place before you could interrupt.
the pizza arrived after about twenty minutes. "hey can i ask you a question?" santana questioned you as she went to grab two plates. "sure what's up" you took a plate from her before grabbing a piece of pizza. "do you like anyone right now?" she questioned you as you two began walking back down to the basement, pizza in hand. "why do you want to know that?" you questioned in reply. she shrugged, "so i can tell them and ruin your chances, obviously" she sat down on the floor, leaving the chair open for you, you instead sat down next to her, leaning against the wall, "i don't know, i don't think so but maybe" you said in reply, not trying to give her too much information. santana looked kind of sad as she said "oh i see"
now, you didn't want to admit this, but maybe you were starting to catch feelings for santana. you liked how controlling she was, no one ever fought back against you. you admired that quality in her. you admired her work ethic, and that she said whatever she wanted. and, bonus, she's super hot.
once you two finished eating, santana started teaching you the choreography. “bend and snap” she says as she did the motions. “i expected you to make this harder” you stated as you copied her. the cheerleader scoffed “do you want me to make it harder?” she asked with a soft smirk on her face. you nodded “oh you’re going to regret that” she says smugly. you shrugged before sitting back down on the chair “i doubt it”
in glee club the next day, you and santana had decided to do your duet. “i dont know if i can do the dip” you whispered next to her. the cheerleader looked at you with a soft smile, “you can do it. i know you can” she reassured, gently taking your hand in hers. this caused you to smile and gently squeeze her hand, before you realized what was happening and yanked your hand back. santana frowned at this before looking straight ahead and straight faced, trying to avoid anyone seeing her emotion. schue walked in to the choir room “we have our first duet today, give it up for santana and y/n!” he said while clapping his hands near the end of his sentence. the glee club clapped along with him. you and santana walked down and looked at each other "you can do this" she whispered so only you could hear. you smiled and pointed to the band, causing them to begin playing the song.
you started,
"you know you, you make me feel so good inside"
you and santana were circling around one another.
"i always wanted a girl like you
such a p.y.t"
neither you or she wanted to say this part, so you decided to flip a coin. it landed on heads. you chose heads. the rest of the performance went smoothly. the chemistry between you two was palpable. then, the scary part came, the dip.
the dip was when you dipped santana down between your legs before bringing her back up quickly and holding her close to your chest, ending the song. you were scared that you might drop her, you didn't think you had the strength. santana reassured you that even if you did drop her, she could save it and make it look like it was planned.
you quickly dipped her down before pulling her up, holding her against your chest as the song ended. you felt santanas breath against your neck. your hand gripped on her waist before you went for it. you placed your lips on hers, ignoring the glee club watching. the cheerleaders arms wrapped around your neck, deepening the kiss. you both saw fireworks. you continued like this for a few moments before schue walked over and tapped you on the shoulder "y/n, santana, wrap it up" you quickly opened your eyes before pulling away from her and running out of the choir room. santana chased after you, desperately trying to keep what she thought had formed.
"y/n wait!" she yelled out to you. you sighed and leaned against a locked, sitting down on the cold linoleum tile. santana stood in front of you and made eye contact "why did you kiss me?" she mumbled as she sat down across from you. you sighed and looked down at her "santana," you started, taking her hands in yours "yesterday, i think i caught feelings for you" she was about to speak before you cut her off "and i don't know if you like me back or what but i just-" santana cut you off with a quick kiss. you sat stunned before she pulled away "i have feelings for you too y/n" you stood up, pulling her up with you before kissing her deeply. she kissed you back as her arms wrapped around your neck. your hands gripped onto her waist as she pushed you against the locker. "we can't make out right now" you said in between kisses. santana pulled away and pouted "why not?" you chuckled and interlocked your hands before walking down the hallway "glee club is expecting us to make our relationship debut"
you and santana walked inside the choir room, hand and hand. you went to go sit down next to kurt and mercedes "i told you something was there" mercedes said "it didn't even take a week" kurt added on. "shut up." you said with a smile.
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please could i request a top!reader x bottom!santana.
It’s like she acts all big and bad in glee club and R always calms her down then someone talks bad about her, like Rachel with the stripper line about her and the usually calm and collected peace keeper R changes at a snap of a mf finger. You see Quinn and Britt’s eyes go wide asf and Santana goes to cuss out Rachel but R stops her, putting a hand on her chest and sitting her back down and does the sweetest smile toward Rachel.
Quinn and Britt be like: oh you messed tf up that’s her murder smile!
Santana gets confused and hurt like wtf why is her gf letting yentl bad mouth her but then sees the murder smile on her gf and sits back folding her arms and smiling evilly.
In the end R gets sent home and Santana drives her taking the rest of the day off too.
Once they get to R’s room santana is like ‘that was so hot’ and decides her knight in shining flannel armour deserves a reward for saving her from the big hairy beast called Rachel Berry and her tall lap dog and lets R do whatever she desires to her😏
My Defender
Santana Lopez x fem!reader
Summary: You protect your girlfriend form Rachel's hurtful comments, and in return you get to do whatever you want to her.
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI fluff, oral (Santana receiving), fingering (Santana receiving)
Word Count: 1.8k
A/N: Hope you like it! My smut isn't spectacular.
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A lot of people wondered how you and Santana had such a healthy relationship, but your close friends knew it was because you balanced each other out. She was the chaos, and you were the power that reigned it in. Every time Santana would want to go off on someone, you would be the voice of reason, the voice that talked her down. Now, as you were approaching Valentine’s Day, you and Santana were so wrapped up in each other that nothing could bother either of you. Nothing except for one Rachel Berry.
Mr. Shue begins to write something down on the board, announcing that week's lesson. “Alright guys, I have one word for you.” Brittany raises her hand enthusiastically, and Mr. Shue calls on her when he turns around. “Is it love?” She then turns to her boyfriend and quietly says, “Totally gonna graduate now.”
Mr. Shue and some of the Glee members look at her, confused, before shaking it off and getting back on track. “Valentine’s day is coming up. So, for this week's lesson, I want you guys to pick a partner, because you're going to sing to them what you think is the world's greatest love song. Yeah, find a song that communicates all the things that love means to you. Now, partner up.”
You and Santana glance at each other, smiling and already knowing that the other person would be their partner. Finn raises his hand before asking, “Mr. Shue, can I say something?” Mr. Shue waves him up and Santana rolls her eyes at the boy.
“I just wanted to point out that for the first time, an entire week has gone by without any one of us getting slushied.” Everyone looks around for a second in surprise before beginning to clap. Almost everyone stops clapping as Finn continues on with his speech. “I think the fact that I led the football team to a conference championship might have something to do with it. The fact is that I’m the closest thing that this Glee club has to a celebrity right now, and just like a famous athlete, I want to give to a charity. You guys. So I’m setting up a kissing booth. For a dollar a smooch. And donating the proceeds to Glee club, to help us-”
Mercedes rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, interrupting him. “Don’t even act like you tryna help this glee club out, you just wanna kiss a bunch of girls.” Your girlfriend scoffs next to you before piping up, saying, “I’ve kissed Finn, and can I just say? Not worth a buck. I would, however, pay a hundred dollars to jiggle one of his man-boobs.” You sigh exasperatedly when she brings up the fact that she has kissed him, and she grabs your hand in comfort.
“Do you ever get tired of tearing other people down?” Santana pretends to think about it for a second before leaning back. “No, not really.” Finn shrugs his shoulders, sounding smug. “Cause you always just seem to be meddling in other people’s business.” Santana rolls her eyes, looking around the room.
“Oh please, you guys love me. I keep it real, and I’m hilarious.” You nod in agreement, and you see that Quinn and Brittany are nodding as well. “Actually, you're just a bitch,” Lauren states from where she is sitting next to Puck. Everyone ooos and Santana scoffs angrily. You begin to get angry as well, but you don’t show it as obviously on your face.
Rachel stands up from where she is seated, and that’s when you knew that shit was about to go down. “The truth is Santana, you can dish it out but you can’t take it. Okay, maybe you're right, maybe I am destined to play the title role in the Broadway musical version of Willow, but the only job your going to have is working on a pole.”
Everyone looks at the two of them in shock, but Quinn and Brittany watch you carefully. They see your eyes darken in anger and they watch as you clench your hands into fists. Santana doesn’t seem to notice, and she stands up to cuss Rachel out. “Okay, fine. You wanna be like that? ¿Voy a ser stripper? Bueno, todo lo que vas a ser es una vieja bruja de Broadway sin amor-” You grab her waist and pull her down before giving Rachel a sickly sweet smile.
Santana looks at you, confused and hurt that you were being so nice to the girl who said such an offensive thing about her, but then she sees Quinn and Brittany mouthing for her to take a closer look at you. She sees the smile on your face, and she instantly recognizes it as the one that people call your ‘murder smile’. It was the same smile you had on your face right before you broke Karofsky’s nose for throwing a slushie on Santana. The Latina leans back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest and grinning evilly.
You slowly stand up and turn around to face Rachel, who still has a smug and satisfied look on her face. You tilt your head to the side, still smiling at her, before bringing your fist back and punching her straight in the face. Her head flies back and you move to continue hitting her, but Mike and Sam restrain you before you can do any further damage.
Mr. Shue sends you to the principal’s office, and Principal Figgins decides that you need to be sent home and that you are suspended from school for a couple of days. You accept your punishment with no regrets, not at all angry to be getting in trouble for defending your girlfriend.
She decides to take the rest of the day off and drive you home, and you know that you are in for a treat when you see her lustful gaze on you the entire car ride to your house.
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When you get into your room, you drop your things on the ground. When you turn around, you see your girlfriend stalking towards you before she wraps her arms around your neck. She places a kiss on your lips before saying quietly, “You punching Berry was hot. I think you deserve a reward for being my defender, so I’m going to let you do whatever you want to me.”
You grin in excitement before you push her down onto the bed, kissing her passionately. Your hands explore her body, and soft moans escape her mouth as your bodies fit together perfectly.
''You're so pretty, Santana Lopez.'' Your hand makes its way to clasp her face, staring into her eyes fondly before kissing her hard. Smiling into the kiss, Santana feels her cheeks warm up at the compliment.
''I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.'' Santana pushed her body up against yours, but you press back, maintaining control and making her fall onto her back. Staring at you in a haze of lust, she watches as you climb on top of her.
Your hands cup her breasts over her top, and you help her strip into her underwear. You kiss down her body, watching her shiver beneath you. Biting her thighs softly as you make your way closer to her dripping center, your hand stroked over her damp underwear. Smirking, you look up at Santana. Your hands make their way to the top of her underwear and you pull them down her thighs.
You begin lightly sucking on her clit, watching her shake with pleasure. Your fingers were playing with her opening, as you moved your tongue in circular motions. Santana's back began to arche up as she moaned loudly into the room, her hands grasping onto your hair pushing your head further between her thighs.
''Fuck, it feels so good. Please don't stop.'' her breath turned into pants as she moaned, moving your head with her hands. Riding your tongue, your fingers getting deeper and deeper inside her with every movement.
You continue this motion until you feel Santana’s body begin twitching, getting ready to climax. You moved away from her, removing your fingers from inside her and watched as she whimpered. Her eyes teared up as she tried to move against you to gain some type of friction.
''Please, let me cum Y/N,'' Her body was still twitching, her clit pulsating. ''Please.'' Santana begged, whining at you. You begin playing with her nipples, twirling them between your fingers as she gasps at the touch.
You wait for a few moments, watching Santana pitifully beg to be touched by you before placing a singular finger inside of her. You move your face so that it is inches away from her clit as your girlfriend moans with pleasure above you.
''You told me that I could do anything to you. Now, I might be nice, and I might let you cum, or I might not.'' there was an evil glint in your eye as you spoke, and a big smirk was plastered on your face.
You move slowly inside of Santana, watching her whimper for more.
''Please, be nice,'' she gasped, biting her lips as your free hand continued to play with her nipples.
''Only because you asked so kindly.'' You pinch her clit between your fingers, pulling a scream from the beautiful girl above you. Her legs were shaking as you inserted another finger inside of her, curling them up and pressing on her G-spot.
You bury your face in between Santana’s legs, licking her clit with your tongue as your fingers move quickly inside of her. Santana’s hands moved back to clasp your hair, riding your face once more. Moaning loudly as her body twitched, Her eyes rolled back and she shook violently.
''Fuck, I'm cumming-'' she moaned loudly into the room.
You continue to push your fingers inside of her, helping her ride out the aftershocks. When she pushes your head away due to overstimulation, you crawl back up her body and kiss her lazily. She moans at the taste of herself, and you roll off of her making her whine.
“Relax, baby. I’m just getting a cloth so that I can clean you up.” She shakes her head and pulls you back down next to her, snuggling into you. You don’t fight against it, knowing this is what your girlfriend needs. “Seriously though, thank you for defending me against Berry. I could have done it myself, but still. It means a lot to me. I love you.”
You hug her closer to your body, and you place a gentle kiss on her head. “I love you too, baby. I’ll always protect you, no matter what.” The two of you cuddle together until you feel yourself drifting off. You know that when you wake up, your beautiful girlfriend will still be there with you, and you can’t help but dream about how much you love her.
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XX ~ S.S.
Part Four: Rush (Final)
A/n: This is a separate request but I combined them (This prompt list). This has been sitting in my drafts for AGES so very close to completion and I got a final boost from @mmmalakai so this one’s for you bestie <3
Request: “22 for Seb? 👀”
Word Count: 3800+
MASTERLIST
~ Kiss in a rush of adrenaline ~
The Warblers ran into a problem when competition season rolled around. They had essentially been cut in half, and that meant they were working with significantly less people than normal. Adding on top of that the rivalry he was brewing with New Directions and... well, it wasn't ideal.
Y/n got an earful every evening after glee rehearsals. Blaine was apparently up Sebastian's ass, playing some form of protective older brother for Y/n. He had made it clear time and time again that he didn't approve of Sebastian, and his boyfriend Kurt was only too happy to support this endeavor. Predictably, Kurt had been most on board for it when Blaine had told him of Sebastian's initial flirting and move making. It made Y/n wonder if Kurt was in it to protect Y/n like Blaine was, or if he was in it for his own personal revenge.
Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be where the struggles ended. They had enough people to compete and so did Noteworthies - but only one team could compete from one school. Which meant that on top of push back from Blaine and Kurt, and the dance they'd been having with all of New Directions, there needed to be a pre-competition face off to see which Dalton Glee club was going to compete.
Which was strange to talk about, when they were technically opposed team captains, but also had been spending as much time as they could together again. They'd wanted to perform together again and neither could come up with a reason to. They were busy practicing for all the face offs and performances they had coming up, which meant they didn't have much free time. With the stress increasing, the need for peace and quiet got worse until their routine became shit talking everyone else in the car and then going back to Sebastian's, cleaning up and changing, and then just doing homework in absolute silence for hours and hours, cuddled up until dinner. Dinner was the best part of the day because they would be recharged from everything else and would put the homework away and just talk. Or watch something. They didn't talk about school during dinner, or Glee. They'd talk about music or the thing they watched or anything else. Sometimes Blaine and Kurt, but never New Directions.
It was so strange to find themselves on opposing sides when school came around at the beginning of every new day, especially when their mornings were spent getting coffee where Y/n and Blaine used to and tormenting the New Directions people who were there if they happened to run into each other.
Y/n didn't even feel bad about it. He had tried to stop Sebastian at first, but then Blaine had ruined that.
The day had started cool, which was nice because the Dalton blazers were always a little warm on the body. Adding coffee to that usually meant feeling a little warmer than one was usually comfortable with. But not that morning. Instead, Y/n and Sebastian were in line to get their coffees, Sebastian going on and on about a wild encounter he'd had in Paris when he was still living there. Y/n had been sent into a fit of laughter, face turning red and wrapping his arms around his stomach. "You did not get that drunk at 11 years old," Y/n accused.
Sebastian was grinning. "I absolutely did. My parents were mad, but it wasn't as big of a deal as you'd think. The problem was that I had stolen all the cream puffs. There were three heaping plates made for everyone at that party and I had eaten them all by myself. I was sick for two whole days, and still couldn't eat chocolate without feeling sick for another week." Y/n peeled into giggles again and the room seemed to get brighter, warmer. Sebastian watched him with so much adoration on his face that the people around them all smiled.
Well, almost everyone.
"If it isn't my favorite Dalton boy." An arm looped around Y/n's shoulder, and he looked over to see Blaine. Immediately, the joy started to seep out of him and Sebastian watched in irritation as he put on the mask that he always did. The calm and the patient and the gentle. Not that Y/n wasn't all of those things, but more that he only ever allowed himself to be those things specifically when certain people - like Blaine - were around. The more time he spent around Sebastian, the more he allowed himself to express all of the different sides of him, but it was slow coming. It was easier with the Warblers and most of the Noteworthies, but harder with Lyran and anyone from McKinley. It bothered Sebastian immensely.
"Hey," Y/n greeted with a soft smile.
Blaine positioned himself to cut Sebastian off from the conversation and immediately Sebastian's jaw locked. He tried to play as nice as possible with Blaine - he meant a lot to Y/n. And even if Sebastian didn't get the appeal (he had flirted with the man once before actually getting to know Y/n, and now he just about laughed out loud at the thought. How could be have gone for stick-in-the-mud, goody two shoes Blaine when Y/n was right there?) it wasn't about him, so. Whatever. The move from Blaine was an affront though, and he barely managed.
"I haven't seen you in a while. How have you been?"
Kurt shot him a look and Sebastian purposefully ignored it. His eyes were on Y/n, who suddenly seemed uncomfortable. It seemed he has picked up on Blaine's actions - and Sebastian's reaction to it as well.
"Fine," the boy eased, sliding fluidly from Blaine's hold to pick up something off of a nearby shelf, tilting it as if considering if he was going to get it. He put it down and turned back to the other three. It was a well masked attempt to include Sebastian again, and a well appreciated one. Well, appreciated by Sebastian. Blaine's smile got a little tighter.
"I heard you started a new acapella group at Dalton," Blaine picked up again. There was something very awkward about him trying to start small talk, and Y/n shutting it down with one word responses instead of expanding in the least. An awkwardness that was showing in Blaine's tone.
"Yeah," Y/n nodded, and the tension grew.
Sebastian swallowed a smile when he saw a hint of his Y/n. The hidden shade he was masking so well with innocence and softness. It wasn't cruel, more unsure. Y/n didn't know how to show Blaine that finally, he had changed too. In the way that Blaine had become more a team player, flourishing with a bunch of people who challenged him and treated him like a normal person instead of some music sex god, that Y/n had bloomed in the same way.
Under Sebastian's pressure and fire, he had grown to something infinitely more beautiful: Himself. Not filtered to be more palpable, or fit the vibe someone else was setting. He was himself - both soft and hot to the touch. Soothing at one point, and agitating the next, depending on what he had to rise to the top to meet. And there was a whole new side to him too - one that didn't just react, but set expectations and then kept them going. Who established a mood and then continued it. One who knew control and patience and could balance firm grips and gentle nudges.
Blaine missed it all. He hummed in such false amusement that it was so obviously just irritation.
"Seems you're spending a lot of time with Mr. Competition over here then." It was light and airy, easily dismissed unless you already knew he was trying to shove a wedge between Y/n and Sebastian. Which they all did know.
Y/n seemed to consider that. "Competition drama and interpersonal relationships are different things. At Dalton we try to keep it clean - nothing personal, no dirty play." He shot a pointed look at Sebastian. "These days at the very least."
Sebastian felt himself warm, flaring under Y/n's attention. "The whole point of a game is there are always rules. I set some, you set some. They must all be followed or people stop playing."
Y/n snorted. "Very good job Bas, you're learning so well."
Blaine seemed uncomfortable with the easy banter between the two, and he tended when Y/n used a nickname. "Y/n-"
"Listen," Y/n cut off. "I've tried to tell you before but you refuse to listen so I'll be very blunt with you. I'm a different person now - a better person. This is a good thing, and if you can't see that and accept that people change I don't want to be friends with you anymore. I know you have beef with Sebastian. It's a good thing you're not the one who has a relationship with him." He turned without another word and made his order, filling in Sebastian's as well without thinking. He had been correct to the T so Sebastian let it slide. He relished Y/n stepping in to stop Blaine, and he especially loved that Y/n was so easily showing how well they knew each other and how much they meant to each other. It was delicious.
Blaine stumbled over his words for a moment at the display from the boy who used to be so close to him. "What happened to you?"
Y/n's irritation slipped. "What happened to me is that I finally got a life outside of you. I'm in a glee club that isn't revolving around you. I have other friends. I developed a personality based on myself and not you and your standards and expectations, and found people who like what I have to offer. If the only way you want me is folded nicely so that you can have me at your disposable for you and your irritating ass boyfriend then you don't want me." He slapped money on the counter and grabbed the two drinks before walking away. "See you around Blaine."
As they left, Sebastian's face twisted with a smirk. Not the teasing or biting one he usually donned, but one filled with admiration and adoration.
Something bubbled under the surface of his skin and he shivered. Then decided to ignore it for now. Y/n started a conversation about how bagels sounded good for breakfast and that was the end of it.
For now.
-
It was decided that a face off would be held to decide who was going to competition of the Dalton glee clubs.
It wasn't a shocking conclusion, but still needed an official announcement.
When the day came, Sebastian thought the Warblers had it in the bag.
Then the Noteworthies went.
Whatever the group had accomplished in the past, they had surpassed themselves several times. They were completely in sync, switching out and weaving through each other like it was second nature. They kept a certain energy between them that truly was contagious, like before, but also tangible. An energy that flowed through the air. Not a performance, or a show of any specific person. No call to attention or vie for spotlight, but a conversation between them that became increasingly interesting to follow.
They sang songs and it seemed like words. Banter between friends, or inside jokes. Stories that weren't all the way told yet. Secrets on the cusp of being spoken into the world. It was a sleep over or a camp out, telling stories in the dark and trying to scare each other. It was a safety net that if anyone crosses a line, you could stop and it would be okay. It was a breath of relief, or the first day of Summer vacation. Full of possibilities and mischief and energy and wonderment with all the stability of not having quite lost your sense of time. Youthful. Bright. Fun. But also accepting and gentle and understanding.
Of course the Warblers lost.
Y/n had been right - a group that worked as a unit far surpassed a ring leader surrounded by people to make them look better. And after the challenge, Sebastian lost even more Warblers.
He was losing the game, and he realized he had been for a long time.
Fascinating.
He swallowed his smile when Y/n met him at the car. Y/n rose an eyebrow. "What is it? You're not mad we won are you? And I swear I'm not trying to steal anymore of your Warblers-"
Sebastian shook his head. "Please. It's like you said - we've far surpassed taking things personally and lashing out."
Y/n rose an eyebrow. "So you're not going to be petty?" Sebastian was surprised to realize Y/n was being sarcastic when he asked the question.
Y/n knew him so well...
Sebastian's smile finally made it through as they got into the car. "Perhaps just a little." Y/n laughed and suddenly Sebastian didn't feel bad at all anymore.
-
"Oh I love this song!" Y/n shot to his feet, pushing homework aside for a moment to grab Sebastian's hand and force him to follow. They were dancing together before Sebastian could even complain.
He did it while they were up instead, despite the fact that he didn't sit back down even when Y/n let go of his hands. "You promised you wouldn't get distracted if we played music today. We need to study."
Y/n rolled his eyes. "We do homework all the time - my grades are better than they've been in ages. It can wait for a single song." Y/n stepped close, something mischievous in his eyes. "Or two."
Something bubbled in Sebastian's stomach, worming it's way up to his chest. Words were on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't quite pull them out or place what they were so for now he let them be.
And the two danced.
The second song was slower, and Y/n tried to do a funny bit by using choreography slowed to half speed, his facial expressions even changing at a snail's pace, which did get Sebastian to laugh. But then he reached out and pulled Y/n against him, chest to chest, and grabbed his hand and waist. "Slow dance properly or skip the song," he chided.
Y/n snorted but didn't pull away. "Of course the rich boy is particular about slow dancing," he teased. "You know how to waltz I assume?"
Sebastian's eyes shone. "Would you like me to teach you?"
Y/n grinned. "Fuck yes." So Sebastian did. It was the first time they'd danced that it wasn't competitive or teasing. There was fire here too but it was quieter, calmer - familiar. Sebastian grabbed his hand, then his waist, and stepped closer. He spoke softly, giving directions and telling him when and where he was stepping and the directions he was going.
It was easy to follow him. Sebastian was excellent at leading, both with his steps and his words. At one point he spun Y/n, slowly to allow for him learning, and Y/n giggled. When they were face to face again they were both grinning.
"This is fun," Sebastian noted. He didn't speak as loudly as he usually did, keeping that soft directional tone he'd been using up to this point.
Y/n felt his face warm up. "It is. Maybe we should make this a regular thing. You can teach me everything you know."
Sebastian's smile grew a little teasing, and seeing that peek out now only made Y/n blush worse. "Je crois que je t'aime."
Y/n's eyebrows came together when Sebastian spoke in French. "No fair! I don't know French."
"If I teach you everything I know," Sebastian reasoned. "You will one day."
Y/n narrowed his eyes. "Okay," he eased slowly. "What did you say though?"
The deviousness crescendo'd as Sebastian chuckled. "I'll tell you one day." He slowed them to a stop, spinning Y/n outward and catching his wrist. He brought the back of Y/n's hands to his lips, leaving a kiss. "You're a wonderful dance partner."
Y/n raised an eyebrow. "You need to be dubbed an official Disney Prince with all this charm you're using on me."
There seemed to be something Sebastian wanted to say, but he chose not to.
A new side to him.
Instead he cleared his throat, covering up a laugh. "Let's get back to homework." Unsure of how to get him to divulge information when he was so often readily offering it and not hiding it away as he was now, Y/n was forced to let the interaction go.
For now.
-
Noteworthies killed it at competition, putting Dalton in first place for the first time since Sebastian had started coming to school here. When they were announced as first, Sebastian's eyes went wide and he couldn't stop smiling. He was in the audience, but he was quickly out of his seat and rushing backstage. When Y/n was off of that stage, he was quick to close the distance. Y/n was surprised, but laughed as they met in the middle, getting caught up in the kiss immediately.
It was the first time they'd been explicitly affectionate in public, and it was wonderful. Especially as Lyran smiled to themself, watching the two.
"Finally, am I right?" they whispered to one of the other boys who laughed, all of them heading to the changing room to leave the pair alone.
When the two boys separated from their embrace, Y/n was blushing. "What was that?" he asked.
Sebastian shrugged. "Probably... adrenaline." He chuckled, finding himself a little breathless. No one had ever made him this soft before, taken him so completely. He felt a little silly and completely ridiculous and stripped entirely of his power-
And he loved it.
-
“Hey I have a question.” Things had changed since the kiss back stage. They weren’t playing this maybe-friends-maybe-not thing, they were definitely more than friends. Things had gotten as casual as Y/n ending up in Sebastian’s bed for no other reason than better cuddling positions as they watched Netflix all day. That was their Saturday routine. They only got out of bed to make food, and then they’d play music and dance together or tease or kiss…
It was domestic.
But they’d never made anything official.
Sebastian had waited for Y/n to give him that staple look people always did when things got a little too serious. Usually that was when he’d run away, but with Y/n he was sure he’d have drifted into a relationship blissfully. No one could keep up with him and change the game like Y/n could - who could ever even keep his attention after this boy?
But Y/n had never asked. It had never come up. And once again the rules were different than Sebastian had expected. It wasn’t Y/n asking about their relationship that day. It was Sebastian. His hair was soft, dried post shower, and he had only bothered with the bare minimum necessary to be comfortable. Y/n had lost his shirt at some point, stealing one of Sebastian’s even though there were clothes just here that were Y/n’s at this point. It felt intimate in a weird way. Different than sex, but maybe on the same level as it.
Y/n looked at the boy, smiling. “Ask away.”
“Are we together?” Sebastian asked. “Like, boyfriends.”
Y/n’s face light up. “I thought you didn’t do labels, Hot Shot.”
Sebastian rolled his eyes. “If you don’t want to-“
Even if Y/n could throw him off, Sebastian was good at catching up. The dynamic shifted as Y/n gently caressed his cheek, leaning in to kiss him to get him to stop. “No, it’s okay. I’d love to be your boyfriend. And to have yours as mine. Please.”
Sebastian grew warm. “Okay.” There was that thing… that thing just under the surface…. But he let it go.
Not yet. He couldn’t handle two huge leaps in character in one day. Something told him that Y/n wouldn’t want him to anyway.
-
It happened, ironically, after they decided to hang out because Y/n’s parents were getting a divorce. Maybe that was actually what made it perfect timing. They were tangled together on the couch, Sebastian soothingly running his hands up and down Y/n’s back. They hadn’t spoken in a while but Y/n’s mood seemed to slowly, steadily, improving. Sebastian could feel that feeling that was growing more and more impossible to ignore. The words that were getting closer and closer to slipping between his lips. They were getting less and less scary - easier to say. Easier to accept. He knew that they would escape any second now.
“I love you.” It was Y/n who’d spoken.
Immediately Sebastian sighed. “Of course you managed it before I did.” He sounded only amused.
Y/n laughed. “To be fair, you were the one who made the relationship official. You started all of this. I think I can get one thing on you. If that’s okay.”
“No. It’s not. Take it back.” At Sebastian’s words, Y/n laughed again. Sebastian left a kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead. Lingering. Then his lips parted and-
“Don’t say it just because I did,” Y/n interrupted.
Sebastian sighed. “I wouldn’t say anything I didn’t mean. If I didn’t love you, I’d run. I always do.” He scoffed. “But… I do love you. And I can even say that foul word. You’ve completely ruined me. I’m so young how could you do this to me?”
Y/n shrugged, and his smugness was so gorgeous Sebastian had to kiss him. When they parted, Y/n whispered, “Can we be different than everyone else? Can we just… not deal with all the bullshit? And work together and communicate and not fall apart? Or even worse - stay together forever even though the relationship is cannabilizing itself. Can you promise me we’ll never stop talking?”
Sebastian hummed, sighing. “I can promise I’ll always try.”
Y/n nodded. “That’s enough.” And it was. Everything else could fall apart. Their family, their relationship with Blaine. School could end. The Warblers could get usurped. It was all temporary. And maybe this was too, but it was also worth it in a way. Especially because it was temporary. Even if all they had was this week, or if it was for the rest of their lives… they had each other. What more could one person ask for than that?
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Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better
Quinn Fabray x Reader
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: Forced outting
Summary: As Rachel Berry's sister you naturally get fed up with her big ego. You finally decide to knock her down a couple pegs. ( Not my gif)
Pt2
Masterlist
If you were a character in a movie, you'd be Ryan Evans from Kenny Ortega hit teen movie series High School Musical. There were a few things that made you akin to Ryan Evans.
The first connection was your sister, Rachel Berry. She had to be the focal point of everything she did. All she wanted to do was be in the spotlight at any possible expense. Whether you liked it or not, you'd be a part of that journey.
The second was that you were incredibly gay. Which meant that you had to be hopelessly in love with a girl that wasn't interested in you; Quinn Fabray.
" Alright, everybody, this week's lesson is a classic; duets. As always, winners get a free dinner at Breadsticks."
Rachel raises her hand," Mr. Schue, is this the time you finally let us pick our own partners? Because if not, I think I'd like to campaign to have either Finn or Y/n as my partner."
" What a big surprise?" Santana mocks her.
" Unfortunately Rachel, you won't be picking your partners, but neither will I. It's up to fate," he brought out a fedora and the whole class groaned.
Rachel was already bolting out of her seat and confidently reaching her hand in the hat. She pulled out the piece of paper and smiled widely," Finn, I guess fate is on my side."
" Who's next?"
Quinn stood in her cheerios uniform, volunteering herself. She pulled a name out of the hat and locked eyes with you," I got Berry, the better one."
You could hear Rachel huffing besides you as Finn said something to defend his girlfriend. However, you didn't really care, your mind was racing. You'd be doing a duet with Quinn, and that's the only thing you could focus on.
Everyone picked partners and kind of broke off into those pairs. You slowly made your way to Quinn, taking a seat next to her.
" So, what were you thinking for our duet?"
You shrugged," Whatever you want is fine."
Quinn chuckles dryly," Let me guess, Rachel usually chooses, and you just sing along."
She wasn't saying it as an insult, just an observation," Ya usually."
" Well, then maybe it's time for you to take advantage of not working with her. You take the lead, and I'll follow," Quinn looks at you, awaiting your response.
" I- uh okay? It would be easier to pick a song that already has two parts…"
" But that doesn't sound like what you want to do," Quinn interjects.
You laugh a little," I don't think so. I want something that fits both of our styles, and we could definitely incorporate some choreo. How do you feel about Billie Eilish?"
" Billie Bossa Nova?"
Your eyes light up," Ya, it's a cute, soft song. It matched well, and we can definitely throw in some like salsa moves or something."
Quinn starts humming the melody of the song, and you feel yourself melting," You're a genius Y/n."
" I don't know about all that, but we can practice at my place. Finn and Rachel will probably take over upstairs, but that's what the downstairs den is for. Does tomorrow work for you?"
" It's a date, Berry. See you then," Quinn winks at you before leaving the room.
You couldn't leave until Rachel was ready. On the way home, she was going on a mile a minute about her and Finn's duet.
" So what about you and Quinn?"
You blinked a few times before parking the car in front of your house," We have the song, we just need to arrange it and figure out some choreo."
Rachel makes a face," Well, I suppose as long as a Berry wins, we'll both be winning."
She got out of the car, and for once you stormed after her," What is that supposed to mean?"
" Nothing, nothing, it's just you know. Some of us are more prepared for these things than others."
You rolled your eyes," You don't think I can beat you, do you?"
Her eyes widened," Well, I- I never said that."
You laugh," You're so full of yourself, Rachel, I swear. We have the same DNA, the same training, the same routine, the same upbringing."
" You may have all of that, but I have a natural star power that we both know you don't have."
You glared at your sister," Tomorrow, me and you, diva off during glee club."
" If you want to embarrass yourself in front of everyone, be my guest," Rachel says.
" Anything You Can Do, Annie Get Your Gun."
Rachel smiles," You don't have the voice."
" We'll see," you leave her with that, headed straight for the den downstairs.
" That didn't sound too good, sweetheart," your dad's voice catches you off guard.
" It's just Rachel being herself," you plop down on the couch.
He pushes up his glasses," She doesn't mean it."
You shake your head," Oh no, but she does. She thinks she's so much better than me, and tomorrow I'll prove to her just how much of the spotlight I let her have."
Hiram looks pensive for a moment," It won't hurt her to be humbled, I suppose. She gets it from your dad."
You laugh at his words," I'll beat her in the diva off and then Quinn and I will wipe the floor with her and Finn. She'll be feeling humble for weeks to come."
The news of the diva off had spread quickly through the glee club. The next day at school, you had everyone bombarding you about it.
" So you're finally standing up to her. I know that's right Y/n, knock her down a few pegs," Mercedes strides by your side in the hallway.
" It's about time off brand Barbara learned a thing or two, especially from you," Santana popped up on your other side.
Brittany was attached to her hip," A Berry fight to the death. There can only be one winner."
You laughed at the blonde's words. It was then you saw Finn, Rachel, Kurt, and Blaine across the hall. You had no nerves, you knew that you could beat Rachel.
Quinn stepped into your viewpoint, gaining your attention," Is it true about the diva off?"
You nodded," It's time the better Berry finally lived up to the nickname."
The cheerio's hand slid across your shoulder," I'm rooting for you," then she continued down the hall.
As soon as school was over, you headed straight for glee club. The students there were already taking bets on who would win. Rachel was already there, so you deliberately sat as far away from her as possible.
Mr. Schue walked in the classroom," So, I heard we had a little diva off slash duet happening today. The Berry sisters are going to show us how it's done."
" I hate to say it, but Rachel is going to destroy Y/n," Artie said, and a few murmurs of agreement were heard. Rachel plastered a big smug smile on her face at the reaction.
" Artie, when I win, I expect an apology," you stood up from your seat and approached the middle of the room.
Rachel strutted her way down the stairs and stopped in front of you.
A chorus of Oooo's rang out, but you didn't let them bother you. It was your time to shine and for once, you wouldn't be overpowered by your sister.
Rachel started the song, as she always did. You followed impeccably. The fun of the song was definitely gone for the both of you. It was heated, and the glee club seemed almost shocked by your voice.
Rachel herself even seemed to underestimate you. She hit the high note flawlessly in the first verse, but you took over the long note in the second verse.
You found yourself one upping her basic choreography. Each step she did, you did, but elevated. That was the case until you did a flip off the stairs, which she couldn't possibly follow.
She tried to outbelt you on the last note, but instead of playing her game, you flipped it on her. Finishing the song in true Berry fashion with a huge high F at the end, just because you knew it would make her angry.
By the end of the song, you and Rachel were on opposite sides of the room. It seemed like you and Rachel were getting closer as the final notes came to an end.
Once the music cut, the two of you were standing face to face, breathing heavily. Rachel's eyes wide from your last note. The classroom was silent.
Then Artie spoke up," Y/n, I am so sincerely sorry."
That's when they broke out into cheers. Even Mr. Schue was stunned at your musical prowess.
" Y/n, oh my god. Where have you been hiding that voice?"
You smugly turn to your sister," Behind her massive ego."
" My performance was better than yours, and you know it," Rachel snarled at you.
" I hate to be the one to tell you this… wait, never mind I don't. It wasn't even close," a wicked grin takes over your features.
Rachel looks around the classroom for anyone to back her up, but no one meets her eyes, not even Finn.
" I-I'm a natur-"
" Natural talent? Then why are you so insecure, Rachel? You sent Sunshine to a crack house, you act like solos are a birthright, and then act like you've done them a favor when anyone else gets one, hell I know for a fact that Kurt can hit the high F just like I did. Everyone is letting you act like this because they don't care enough to shut you up."
Tears brim her eyes for a moment, but they stop as soon as they land on you. There's a new glare in her eyes, one full of malice and hatred," Oh, are we having truth time?"
Mr. Schue tries to cut her off," Hey guys, enough."
Rachel doesn't stop," Oh no, no, no, if she wants to embarrass me, I can embarrass her back. You're a lesbian, and you're in love with Quinn. Newsflash, she'll never love you back."
Your heart dropped when your sister spoke. She just outed you to the entire glee club.
" Rachel, that was low."
You didn't know who said it. Part of you hoped to never know. You didn't give her the satisfaction of running out of the classroom. So you calmly walked out, but before you left you looked at her with the coldest stare you could muster," You are the most heartless, self-centered, bitch I've ever met in my life. You aren't my sister, you're a fucking parasite."
You walked out after that.
The body tends to act on its own when in shock or traumatized. Your feet carried you to the top of the bleachers. The sunset from the field was beautiful. It's not until you let out a scraggly breath that you realized you were crying.
It hit you harshly. Your body began to shake as choked sobs came out of your mouth. With your elbows resting on your knees, your head fell into your hands.
" I knew it would be intense, but not like that."
You raised your head to see the captain of the cheerios.
" Oh baby," she sat down next to you and draped an arm over your shoulder. She made your head lean on her shoulder.
" I'm sorry," you don't know what compelled you to say it.
" Don't ever apologize for who you are," you stay silent," I like you like this."
Her thumb delicately wipes the tears from your face.
" You don't have to say that, Quinn."
Her thumb tilts your chin up," I mean it."
Quinn doesn't let any more time pass. She places her lips firmly against yours. Nothing, but certainty, in her movements.
It was a mixture of your salty tears and her cherry lip balm. You wanted to savor every second of it, just in case this was a dream.
When she stopped, you were warm like the sunset.
" Are you sure about this? You're already in the glee club, won't this ruin your reputation?"
Quinn kisses your forehead," I'm not Rachel, I don't care about my reputation more than I care about you."
You chuckle bitterly," Dinner is going to be awkward tonight."
" Am I still invited?"
You nod," I could definitely use the support with Rachel and Finn there."
Her fingers intertwined with yours," Well then I'm here for you."
You squeeze her hand," Thank you."
She kisses the back of your hand. The sunset illuminates the two of you on the bleachers. You'd probably never forgive Rachel, but this moment with Quinn almost made you want to thank her. Almost being the key word.
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I Think We Failed Him
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Thank you to @creativepromptsforwriting for these prompts; Twenty-Fourth Day of Gift-Giving: Twenty-Four Touches. There will be more of these fics to come as they are a work in progress but I hope you like what I have so far
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An arm sneaking around a waist, holding them close – Sebastian Smyth x reader
Whilst the rest of the New Directions mourned the loss of nationals after the loss of losing Finn earlier in the year, you had made your way to your boyfriends place. Sebastian was a member of the Warblers so knew of your love of the glee club, as a matter of fact it was one of the things that had drawn the two of you together in the beginning. You knocked on the door and waited for him to open the door, you could hear him call out to his parents that he had the door and then finally the door opens and you finally see his face after what feels like forever.
“Hey sweetheart, how’d it go?” he asks and your face crumbles and you sag, his arms immediately sneaking their way around your waist as he pulls you close to his body and whispers in your ear, little reassurances, before you feel a place kissed to the side of your head and you smile a watery smile as you pull back and whisper
“I just feel like we failed Finn somehow, I know he’s looking down on us thinking we gave it our all but, I just feel like theirs something that we could’ve done to be better than Throat Explosion you know?” you say and Sebastian nods, placing a kiss on your cheek as he whispers
“I’m sure Finn is proud of each and every one of you my sweet girl, and Throat Explosion, well they have another thing coming for them next year then don’t they, because if I know New Directions they won’t back down” he says and you nod your head agreeing with your boyfriend as he pulls you into his family home and out of the eyes of the neighbourhood.
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Jealousy, Jealousy
"Y/L/N!"
Y/N turned confused until a certain blonde came strutting towards her. She smiled at the sight of Quinn Fabray, in all her glory, glaring at kids in the hall to get out of her way as she made her way to the taller girl. Y/N smiled at the blonde. "Fabray, what can I do for you this lovely Lima morning, milady?"
The blonde smiled up at the girl. "You are such a dork." Y/N laughed and kissed Quinn's forehead. "I do what I can to make you happy." She reached down to intertwine their fingers as they walked to the choir room. Quinn looked up at the girl. "You keep doing what you're doing then because you make me extremely happy."
Once in the choir room, the couple made their way to their usual seats in the back. Santana and Brittany soon joined them as Mr. Schue began the lesson. Halfway through the lesson, a girl walked in all smiles and sunshine. "Hi! I'm looking for Mr. Schuester?"
The man smiled. "That would be me. How can I help you?" "I'm Sara and I'm wanting to join the Glee club!" Everyone sat shocked at someone wanting to join the club. Mr. Schue chuckled. "Alright, do you have something prepared?" Sara nodded and handed some music to Brad. Quinn leaned into Y/N. "Do you think she's gonna be good?" Y/N shrugged. "Can't be any worse than Sugar so we'll see."
Turns out, there can be someone worse than Sugar Motta. Sara was awful but still, Mr. Schue let her in the club. Sara excitedly squealed and went to take a seat in front of Quinn and Y/N. She looked up at the two, smiling at Quinn and winking at Y/N. Quinn glared at Sara before looking at Y/N who just looked confused.
After Schue dismissed them, Sara approached Y/N, with Quinn standing behind her. "So, Y/N, right? Do you wanna hang out? Maybe give me some private singing lessons?" Y/N backed up into Quinn, who grabbed a handful of Y/N's hoodie. "Uh, I'm not too fantastic at singing. I'm more of a dancer but I'm sure Rachel could give you some lessons."
Sara didn't stop. "How about some dancing lessons then? I could ask for the dance room and you and I could do them there." Quinn finally spoke up. "Yeah, I don't think so. My girlfriend isn't giving you any type of lessons." Sara glared at the blonde before turning to Y/N and smiling. "I'll see you around, sweetie." She winked and walked out of the choir room, leaving behind a fuming Quinn and a confused Y/N.
"What the fuck just happened?"
This went on for weeks, Sara lingering around Y/N, trying to make a move on her. Y/N, being the person she is, kept letting her down as easy as she could but there's only so much a person can take. Quinn on the other hand, was one step away from murder. Y/N was the one good thing she currently had in her life (besides being on the Cheerios again) and how dare this slut think she can take her girlfriend from her? She was going to have to up her "clingy girlfriend" game.
Y/N was at her locker taking out the books that she needed for the upcoming classes when Sara slid up to her. "Hi hot stuff. Where's the girlfriend today?" Y/N rolled her eyes. "Something about the Cheerios. She should be almost done." Sara smirked. "So, she just left you for someone to snatch you up?"
At that moment, Quinn made her appearance. "Well no one can snatch her up if she doesn't let them." Y/N smiled at the blonde girl, thanking whoever was up there that she decided to make her presence known. Sara glared at the blonde who turned to Y/N and planted her lips on hers in a steamy kiss. Y/N groaned into the kiss and chased Quinn's lips as the girl pulled away.
Sara stood fuming as Quinn smirked at her. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we have to get to class." She grabbed Y/N's arm and dragged her with her. Y/N followed in a lustful daze, eyes glued to the swaying skirt on Quinn's hips.
Y/N waited in the hall as the last of the Cheerios filed out of the locker room before making her way into said locker room to find her girlfriend. Quinn was putting the last of her things in her bag when Y/N came up behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist. She smiled and leaned back into the embrace. "I'm almost ready and then we can leave." Y/N smirked and began to kiss Quinn's neck.
She sighed and leaned her neck to the side to give Y/N more room. "Take off your clothes." Quinn froze. "W-what?" Y/N smiled. "You heard me. I told you to take off your clothes." Quinn blushed. "But, we are in public. Someone can see." Y/N played with the bottom of the Cheerio skirt. "I don't care, I need to be inside of you Quinn so we can do this the easy way or the hard way."
Quinn shivered as she slowly took the uniform off. Y/N smirked and laid the blonde down on the bench, sliding her panties off. "God, you're already soaked, Peach. This just for me?" Quinn nodded frantically. "Yes. Just for you, Y/N." Y/N tsked. "That's not my name, Peach. You know better." Quinn whimpered as Y/N ran a finger up her soaked folds. "I'm sorry Daddy. It's all for you."
Y/N smirked before latching on to Quinn's clit. Quinn all but screamed at the sensation as she tangled her fingers in Y/N's hair. Out of all the guys she had dated up to this point, Y/N went down on her more than the others combined. Puck was a "fuck-and-run" guy, Sam tried but never succeeded, and Finn never knew what he was doing. Quinn's very first orgasm came at the mouth of Y/N.
Two fingers slid into her as Y/N began to stretch Quinn for her cock. Y/N was definitely bigger than the other guys too. It kind of scared Quinn the first time they had sex but now she was hooked. The pace went faster as Y/N went between sucking the blonde's clit and thrusting her fingers faster. The familiar knot in Quinn's stomach was about to explode as she tensed up. "Is my princess about to cum?"
Quinn nodded as the knot exploded and she saw stars. With a chant of Y/N's name, she came all over her fingers and face. As she recovered, Y/N unbuckled her belt and pulled her cock out. Just the sight made Quinn's mouth water. Y/N settled in between Quinn's legs and ran her tip through the soaked folds.
"I will let you suck me off when we get to my place but I have to be inside of you, baby." Quinn nodded as Y/N slid in slowly, letting Quinn adjust. The groan that left Y/N's lips made Quinn even wetter. She knows that she is the only one who can make Y/N feel like this. She has the girl pussy whipped for god's sake.
Y/N began to thrust slowly as Quinn moaned and whimpered below her. "God, Quinn you drive me fucking crazy. That Sara chick has nothing on you baby. I only have eyes for you. Only you can make me feel this good. God, I get hard just by the thought of you." Quinn melted under the praise.
"God, your pussy is so fucking good. Fuck, Quinn." Quinn's nails dragged down Y/N's back as the tip of her cock hit the sweet spot inside of Quinn. "Fuck, Daddy, can I cum? Please let me cum?" Y/N nodded as Quinn finally let go, covering Y/N's dick in her cum. The tightness was becoming too much for Y/N to bear.
"Jesus fuck." Y/N's thrusts were becoming sloppier and faster. "Stay just like that, Peach. God, I'm gonna fill this pretty pussy up." Quinn leaned up to Y/N's ear. "Cum in me, Daddy. I wanna feel it dripping out of me." Y/N's eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Oh god, here it comes. Here it fucking comes, baby. I'm gonna cum so hard."
With a last, hard thrust, Y/N released her load into Quinn, the other girl moaning at the feeling. Once her balls were basically drained, Y/N pulled out of Quinn, groaning at the sight of their mixed cum dripping out of the blonde. "Fuck. That was so hot. You're so lucky I can't get you pregnant because that would've done it." Quinn giggled and peppered kisses all over Y/N's face.
"Now, let's get out of here so I can taste your cock."
The two got dressed and walked out of the locker room to head to Y/N's car only to find Sara in the hallway, looking traumatized. Quinn smirked. "Looks like she's all mine. Now back off of her and leave us alone." Sara nodded and ran off in the other direction. Y/N laughed. "I think you scared her babe." Quinn looked up at the girl. "Good. Now, come on. You're about to get the best road head of your life."
Y/N groaned as Quinn dragged her to her car, giggling all the while.
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send in blurbs/imagine requests for glee !! i mainly write for sam, santana, and quinn, but i will write for really any of the characters !! also i will not write smut also i really only write fem!reader so pls pls pls do not request for any of the canon gay characters x fem!readers cuz that would be disrespectful :)
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ngl y’all i wanna write for glee so bad pls send request i think there working now 😭
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Hi can I request fem!reader and Quinn Fabray kissing in the rain after an argument please :D
Running in Circles
Quinn Fabray x Fem!reader
All you could hear was the sound of your heavy footfalls and labored breathing. You had snuck into the school football field to run the track. It was something you did whenever you had extra energy to drain and couldn't find another outlet. However, tonight kept you on the track. Frustrated energy threatened to overtake you, even with extra shadowboxing or roundhouse kicks. The fight with your girlfriend lingered in your brain and latched on like gum in hair.
Though it seems as though you couldn't call Quinn Fabray your girlfriend anymore.
The blonde had been hanging around Puck more often lately. You knew her plan to try and prove that she was a worthy parent for Beth and that obviously involved the baby's father. But you felt as though you were getting pushed into the sidelines. Quinn, focused on her child, had forgone dates and other plans. She brushed you aside to talk to Puckerman. Overall, she neglected the fact that you were even together.
You were sure that Quinn wasn't cheating on you. At least not outright. Having knowledge of her previous infidelity, you knew that she would be more secretive at the very least. It didn't stop the negative feelings from settling into your mind. Did she not want a girlfriend anymore? Did she feel like you couldn't be around her daughter since you were queer? It was enough that you had to confront Quinn about it and it didn't end well.
The cheerleader was almost immediately on the defensive. There was nothing you could say that could sway her from the destructive path she was on. Emotions eventually bubbled over and Quinn exploded with angry words. Hurtful words that stuck into your brain.
"Beth is the only good, perfect thing I have!"
"What about me? What about us?"
"What about us!?"
You couldn't help but leave at those words. If she didn't care about you as much as you did for her, you weren't going to hang around and break yourself. You broke yourself for partners before and you refuse to do it again. You would rather leave heartbroken. Of course, that decision wasn't going to happen until you could think clearly. Which running was suppose to help with. At least it usually helped.
Your mind was so out of sorts that you didn't even notice the rain until you lost your footing and tripped. The momentum caused you to skid and roll, tumbling over until you hit the track with your face.
Normally, physical pain wouldn't cause any fuss, but now it was the last straw. Sobs wrack your body as you get up from the ground. Tears mix with rain and thunder masks your cries. Emotional torment causes your body to hunch, but only for a moment. You force yourself to recover and get up to run again, but sudden hands on your face stop any further movement.
Quinn was kneeling in front of you. Hazel eyes scan your face as they assess the damage from your fall. With gentle strokes, she brushes your bangs from your face and you have a clearer look at her. You don't know whether she had been crying or not. You can see that her eyes are red, but the rain hides any tears she may have had. Tears from what? The argument you had?
The spell she has on you breaks and you try to move from her grasps.
"What are you doing here, Quinn?" You ask, now refusing to look at her. "It's pouring out. You're gonna get sick."
"I can say the same for you." The blonde holds tight and keeps you near. Before you could pull away again, she continues. "I'm sorry."
You pause.
"I'm so, so sorry. I just..." She chews on her thoughts a little. "I just got so hyper-focused on Beth that I just... didn't think on anything else." Her hands move from your face to your hands. She clings on, but you don't budge.
"I know there's not much I can say to make up for things, but... I love you. You have to know that." You can feel her thumb run across your knuckles.
"Beth is the one perfect thing I've done," she continues. "But you? You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. And I can't lose you. Especially not like this." Quinn tugs your hands and it brings your focus back to her. There's a desperate look in her eyes. There's a fear. You vaguely feel her hands tremble.
"Please... not like this."
The crack in her voice breaks through your stupor. Quinn could only barely register your hands tighten around her before your lips on on hers. She clings onto you like a lifeline as she refamiliarizes herself with you and your love. The rain may have well stopped since neither of you pay attention to the downpour. It's not until oxygen calls for you did you feel a shiver run down your spine.
"Let's get outta here." You say, helping Quinn up. "Seriously don't wanna get sick."
Quinn agrees with a nod and you walk over to an umbrella she had dropped on her way to you. Taking it in one hand, you take hers in your other, leaving the track and your tears behind. There's only a pause for one last thing.
"Not ever, Quinn. You won't lose me."
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Yay a Glee (Quinn) writer! lol I miss her! Can I request reader lending her sweater to Quinn, when Quinn is home, she realizes she still has r’s sweater and she find r’s iPod. Out of curiosity, Quinn looks through it and finds a playlist titled with her name, friends to lovers please! :)
Lost Something?
1,035 words
fluff
quinn fabray x reader
a/n: this was hard to write for some reason lol. keep sending your requests, im working on them right now and they should be out sometime soon!!
if someone would’ve told you that you would’ve fallen for your best friend quinn fabray, you would’ve laughed in their face. but here you were, sitting across from her at breadstix trying hard not to lean over and kiss her. she was wearing a red sundress, matching her red headband, and jeans. a look that made your knees weak. you, however, had decided to dress down for the occasion, a hoodie and sweats, you didnt expect her to dress up so you didnt.
she looked at you and laughed softly “whats going through your mind, y/l/n,” she said softly before taking a bite of her food. you shook your head “no nothing, dont worry” you replied before pushing your plate away, something you did whenever you were done with your food. “you’re already done? i just started!” she joked, trying to finish her food faster. “hey, we dont have to finish at the same time” she laughed softly before copying you and pushing her plate away towards you after she finished.
the waitress brought the check by, you and quinn looked at each other. you both wanted to pay but you didnt want to fight about it so you just let her. she smiled as she reached for the check and put her card in it. you sat back and looked at her with a smile. “you let me pay?” she questioned. “i didnt want to fight about it” you answered. she shook her head “we wouldn’t have fought, i would’ve just made us get my way” she smiled while you laughed, “sounds like a fight to me” the waitress brought back quinn’s card. the blonde said a quick ‘thank you’ to her before the two of you got up and started to leave.
it was cold outside, ohio in december isn’t exactly the warmest. you looked at the cheerleader next to you, watching as she was shivering. you quickly took your hoodie off before handing it to her “put it on” you instructed as you walked with her to your car. she looked at you, without your hoodie you were left in just a t-shirt. she shook her head “i dont want you to freeze” she wrapped her arms around her body, trying to conserve warmth, “i’m not going to freeze, q, you might though” quinn scoffed jokingly before taking the hoodie from your hands and slipping it on, the smell of you wafting through her senses.
quinn wouldn’t never admit this to anyone, but she was starting to catch feelings for you as well. you did the sweetest things try to make her happy, like giving her your hoodie whenever she was cold or making her her favorite pastry whenever she was sad. you remembered the small things and she loved that about you.
you dropped quinn off at her house about a half an hour ago. she had been sitting on her bed in your hoodie all that time. she turned on her side and put her hands in the pocket. the blonde felt something touch her hand. curious, she pulled it out of the pocket and looked at it. your ipod. god, you must’ve been dying without this. you can barely go five minutes without music.
quinn got curious about what you had been listening to all these years so she decided to go through it. show tunes, neil diamond, john denver, billy joel, simon and garfunkel. all people she was expecting, you weren’t very new with your tastes. she kept going through it before landing on a playlist. this playlist intrigued the blonde, as it was titled ‘quinn <3’.
the cheerleader smiled at the sight before quickly clicking on it before she could think. make you feel my love, lucky, something, but one song stood out to her, you belong with me by taylor swift. the only song from this playlist she actually knew and knew the meaning of.
quinn sat stunned, the thought of you actually liking her back made her crazy. she couldn’t wait til tomorrow to find out, she needed to know now. the blonde raced downstairs and outside to her car. she got in and drove to your house, breaking numerous speeding and stopping laws.
once the blonde got to your house she knocked on the door until someone answered. just to her luck, you were the one who answered. “whats up quinn? why are you knocking so much?” quinn looked up at you, looking at you dressed in sweats and a tank top. she gently bit her lower lip before holding up your ipod, “lost something?” she said with a smirk. you smiled brightly before yanking your ipod from her hands “oh my god i thought this was gone forever! was it in my hoodie?” you questioned while bringing her inside and up to your room. quinn nodded and sat on your bed “it was, you know, there was a certain little playlist that caught my eye”
your eyes went wide and you looked down, trying to avoid any and all eye contact “i dont know what you’re talking about” you mumbled. quinn smiled and looked at you, she didnt need your confirmation, your reaction made her know you liked her. you felt the warmth of her hand on your back rubbing soft circles “hey its okay, can you look at me for a minute?” she questioned. you looked at her, scared for whats going to happen. the blonde used her hand to cup your cheek, gently rubbing the apple of it. “you like me right?” she asked. you closed your eyes in fear, you didnt want to lose her. you just nodded in response, your eyes still closed.
quinn sighed and looked at you, she knew you weren’t going to open your eyes so instead of trying to talk to you, she just placed a gentle kiss on your lips. “i like you too” she said softly. you opened your eyes slowly, making eye contact with her before kissing her again. she smiled and kissed back before laying down on her back, inviting you to lay on her. you laid your head on her chest.
“so are you gonna send me that playlist, love?”
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I miss writing, so requests are officially open for:
OG csi
Marvel
OG criminal minds (+Prentiss and Rossi)
Stranger things
IT characters (-pennywise)
Harry Potter (the Weasley's, Draco, the marauders, and Snape)
Glee (why the hell not)
Friends
Ransom Drysdale
Full house (Danny, Jesse, and Joey)
Top gun (ice, mav, goose, slider, rooster, hangman, Bob, pheonix, and coyote)
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XX ~ S.S. (Part Three: Jealousy/Envy)
A/n: *touches water* this request my beloved. I have missed writing this... Prompt from this prompt list
Request: “... 1, 7, and/or 46 for seb” by anon
Word Count: 4500+
MASTERLIST
~ Kiss out of jealousy/envy ~
You know what, it took a second but Sebastian could be respectful to Y/n specifically enough not to press for him to join back with the Warblers again. Obviously Y/n had made his stance and he was... happy with it. It drove Sebastian insane and made him want to undo everything he'd done, but he had never EVER been one to throw in the towel. Even if he he tried, he didn't know where to start. So he had let it sit. Fine. Whatever. Okay even!
However. Watching Y/n go around with some other guy like it was nothing? Sebastian was fuming. He was murderous.
Y/n had started walking home every day now, and he had picked up his morning coffee habit with Blaine again so Sebastian and him rarely hung out outside of class. With Y/n no longer being a Warbler on top of that, it felt like Sebastian never saw Y/n at all. To go from being together during all of their free time to not at all was wound enough, but Y/n had taken it a step further.
In the last while, Noteworthy had been scoping for new members. They weren't as big as they'd like to be - whatever it made sense. As they were very welcoming to anyone wanted to join in on the fun (as long as they could play well with others) a lot of people had answered the call. More than anyone had expected. They'd eventually had to turn people away even.
But not before Lyran joined.
Lyran actually had very similar vibes to Sebastian in a lot of ways. They had the same flirtiness; dancing around everyone and winning and smirking; lingering touches and shared glances. They had a fluid way of moving that was reminiscent of Sebastian as well. Lyran was... lower key though. They were just fine staying at the back of a room and blending in. The fly on the wall you didn't notice until it was too late. They didn't need to take charge and in fact seemed to like being bossed around. They especially liked to be bossed around by Y/n.
And really, that was the problem. Suddenly not only were Y/n and Sebastian not hanging out or talking, it had seemed that Sebastian had been replaced entirely. Now it was Y/n and Lyran who danced around each other, eyes locking as they exchanged secret looks and amused smiles that Sebastian couldn't read. They worked so beautifully together - Y/n would start the fire and Lyran would build it. The energy in any room they were both in was always at its highest. Even when one of them wasn't duetting they still seemed to be cultivating the energy of the performance together.
It got unbearable when they finally did a duet.
Of all the things they could sung as well, they decided on "I've Just Seen A Face" by the Beatles.
Sebastian was going insane from the very second he heard the starting notes.
Y/n started first, and for a second he had thought it was a solo. He was center stage, and Sebastian thought he was about to see a moment of pure hypocrisy. The music started though, and Y/n immediately turned around, looping to the back of the group and then weaving through the boys that were singing as he began, "I've just seen a face; I can't forget the time or place where we just met. He's just the guy for me, and I want all the world to see we've met..." He vocalized the ending of the song, shimming around - almost like he was telling his best friends about some crazy story that had just happened.
Then Lyran cut in. "Had it been another day, I might have looked the other way and I'd have never been aware - but as it is I'll dream of him tonight -" Sebastian was caught off guard by the purposeful change in pronouns in the song, and the way that they sidled up to Y/n. Almost like... they were singing to Y/n specifically. Sebastian's jaw locked into place as Lyran continued, "Falling, yes, I am falling- and he keeps calling me back again." They vocalized as Y/n had before, their arm around the captain's waist and a smirk dancing across their lips. The two were too close, performing to each other, and suddenly Y/n wasn't paying attention to the other boys.
Y/n laughed, returning the sudden serenading they were playing with. "I have never known the like of this, I've been alone and I have missed things and kept out of sight, but other ones were never quite like this-" The vocalizing came again, and he bounced around to the beat. Sebastian couldn't tell if he and Lyran were flirting or just playing around. Or, at least if Y/n was. The way Lyran circled Y/n, centering everything around him and looking at him and touching him... there was no mystery to what they were doing.
"Falling, yes, I am falling and he keeps calling me back again." They first slid out, and then reached over to drag Y/n with them. That seemed practiced, and Y/n slid along just a second after so Lyran wasn't pulling him so much as guiding. What was obviously not planned was when Lyran did pull Y/n, first directly into their arms for, "Falling -" They cut off to focus on dipping Y/n, who squealed in glee. "I am falling-" They winked and Y/n rolled his eyes with affectionate amusement. It was so smooth that Sebastian was enraged he hadn't thought of it... Especially when, as Lyran continued the next time - "And he keeps calling me back again," - they pulled Y/n back onto his feet. As if the dip had been him literally falling for them, and the pull up had been them calling him back, as the song would suggest.
The crowd cooed as Y/n giggled, but took his space, grinning as he picked up the next line. "I've just seen a face; I can't forget the time or place where we just met. He's just the guy for me and I want all the world to see we've met." He vocalized again, dancing in sync with Lyran. He looked like he was having so much fun... It was easy here. There was no tension or power play. When Lyran flirted with Y/n, he took it in stride and didn't see it as a challenge. Sebastian didn't know how he felt about it.
Is that what Y/n looked like when he liked someone? Did he feel relief for not having to deal with what might have only been an annoyance to him? Had Y/n not liked Sebastian after all? This seemed so different. So sweet and sincere and innocent. Sebastian couldn't place where he had seen Y/n act like this before, but it was much more his style. The Y/n most people had come to know and love. The gentle and the warm and the kind. It was so different from the Y/n that Sebastian brought out - the power house spit fire that blazed and burned shamelessly.
Sebastian was torn between jealousy and disappointment. The Y/n he loved seemed to be so unnatural on the man. Like he wasn't built for it... except, Sebastian had been so sure he was. He had looked so good with fire in his eyes. Had it been temporary? Was it a mask, a sudden burst of emotion? Or had it been his true self? Or, was it just that because Sebastian challenged Y/n so much that Y/n got the chance to actually show what a powerhouse he was?
There were so many questions, and Sebastian only passively heard Lyran sing the chorus. "Falling, yes, I am falling and he keeps calling me back again. Falling, yes, I am falling and he keeps calling me back again." They took center stage as Y/n fell back, looping his arms around Trent and Jeff's shoulders.
And just in time Y/n finished out, "Oh, falling, yes, I am falling and he keeps calling me back again..." Sebastian refocused, pulled out of his thoughts to watch his crush, just in time to see Y/n deliver the very last line directly at him. There was that pleasant sweetness still, but underneath it, Sebastian saw that fire. Y/n's smile edged more into smirk territory, and for a split second Sebastian got the distinct impression he had missed something very important.
Sebastian gave the Noteworthies a moment to bask in their praise and applause before he made up his mind to approach Y/n. That being said, imagine his shock when he found the man, approaching him instead. Y/n grinned when he reached the Warbler captain. "Enjoy the show?"
Immediately his jealousy was showing. "What, your flirt session with Lyran on display for everyone to point and oggle at? No, it wasn't my favorite of your works.”
Y/n's smile wiped off his face. He glared at Sebastian. "And what, I suppose your favorites are when we have flirt session displayed for everyone to point at oggle at instead?"
Sebastian shrugged. "Maybe."
Scoffing, Y/n caught himself before he said something. Sebastian didn't know what it was, but from the look on his face like he had bitten into something bitter, he thought that might be a good thing. "You're such an ass, I swear to god. I tried playing the game and you didn't like it so you changed the rules. I didn't like the rules so I went and played with someone else. It's kingerdarden logic Bas - what are you not getting? You don't get to just push everyone around and get what you want always and never face any consequences."
Unable to stop himself, Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Paint the picture however you want Y/n - it didn't take you long to ditch me and put someone you liked better in my place. You ditched the Warblers, and now I never drive you to or from school anymore. You never come over for peace and quiet or dinner or even a study buddy - all things I know for a fact you like. You barely even acknowledge me in class. And now your prancing around with a knock off of me? God you must be desperate to look like you don't need me."
Y/n's rage flared. "I DON'T need you, dipshit." He deflated, looking away as he scoffed out, "I always only wanted you." The anger between them dissipated immediately. Sebastian still felt that jealousy, roiling as Lyran looked at and touched Y/n like Sebastian used to. As the crowed egged them on, and looked to Y/n's newest love interest - like Sebastian had never been there to begin with.
He hated this. He hated Lyran. Sebastian looked over, instinctively looking for them in the crowd. When he saw them standing by the other Noteworthy members, eyeing Y/n and Sebastian... god, it was that look. A look that Sebastian had worn a million times. The look of someone who had shoved a wrench in between a perfectly good couple. The look of a home wrecker, grinning down at the wreckage that had been caused - with pride. They thought they had Y/n wrapped around their stupid shitty little finger...
Well they thought wrong.
Sebastian looked back to Y/n and he rushed forward, grabbing his head and pulling him into a kiss. It wasn't sloppy and passionate, or gentle and slow - it was hard and intense and desperate. They clung to each other, in the middle of the crowd, and in front of all of their friends - but most importantly, in front of Lyran.
For a moment, Sebastian was flying high. He had Y/n back, and everyone knew it. He was on top again - and all he needed was himself and Y/n and for them to be together. He didn't want the Warblers if this is what it cost.
His moment of victory was ruined as Y/n seemed to come to his senses. He pushed Sebastian away aggressively. The slap came fast and very suddenly, but not aggressive or hard. It stung a little - but all slaps across the face did. Sebastian was left reeling, but not because of pain or whiplash. He was left reeling by the remanence of Y/n's kiss. Of the thrill of kissing him in public and claiming him, in a way. Of telling everyone that he was Sebastian's. Reeling as well, at the way that Y/n had for just a second loved it too. How suddenly he had seemed to remember himself and was now in tears, holding his hand that was beginning to redden.
Sebastian looked at Y/n with wide eyes. Y/n could meet his gaze. "I- I'm sorry- But you can't-" He caught his breath, blinking his eyes to try and clear his mind. He pinched the bridge of his nose before suddenly huffing out a sharp breath and then turning back to Sebastian and squaring up. "I'm not a prize, Sebastian. I'm not a thing to flaunt around. I'm a person and I have feelings. You don't get to just kiss me every time you want to grab the power back in a room. I'm not a tool to help you on your path of domination!" He then turned and stormed away, leaving Sebastian with his jaw dropped.
The Warbler tried everything not to smile.
He felt terrible that he had made Y/n feel the way. And especially for making Y/n cry. But... there he was again. Sebastian's Y/n. And it was real and raw and sincere. Y/n, at his most vulnerable, when trying to regroup himself and when he was at his weakest... it was him. Sebastian was the one who got to see it. The only one who could bring it out.
It then registered that Y/n was mad at him, and that he had every right to be. Sebastian had been reckless and stupid - he always was. But this time, it was coming around to bite him in the ass. Everything was falling apart, and more than ever he was pushing away the one person he really cared about.
Shit.
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When Y/n saw Sebastian waiting outside for him after school, he almost walked right back inside the building and went a different way home. But... he also knew that if he did that it would add quite a bit of route to what was already an unpleasant walk - and he just wasn't petty enough for it. So he sighed and kept walking, trying to keep his head down.
It didn't work.
Not that he expected it to. This was Sebastian Smythe we were talking about.
"Y/n, wait!" The boy sighed before doing it, knowing that he would be followed all the way home if he didn't. Sebastian jogged over, something in his hand. Y/n looked down as Sebastian held the thing he was gripping out for the other boy to see.
It was a CD.
Y/n's eyes widened. They had spent so much time bouncing between the radio and Sebastian's music taste, one day Y/n had joked that they needed to listen to his music one of these days. But then Sebastian had stopped giving him rides so... they hadn't gotten the chance. The CD that was being held out to him was obviously homemade. On the back, tilted so that Y/n could read it, was a very long list of songs. Every song that Y/n had ever suggested Sebastian listen to and he had forgotten to follow up on, in fact.
Y/n slowly looked from the CD to Sebastian. "You want to give me a ride home just because you're finally listening to my songs?
Sebastian shrugged. "I can listen to them alone if you want. You don't have to know my reactions and what I think about them."
Which was of course Y/n's weakness. He loved music - it was basically his life blood. He spoke through music, never good with finding just the right words himself. Music was a release for him. A safe place. When he shared music with people, he was desperate to dissect the lyrics with them, or just feel the beat. He loved to experience music with people. That's why he shared music at all - so they could appreciate it together. Of all the things Sebastian could have tried, this was the only one that had even a possibility of working.
Of course, Y/n already knew it had worked. That's why he was trying to find reasons not to get into that car. Because he wanted to.
Unfortunately, the millions of reasons running through his head were not the things that mattered. It was the one reason to go. The one reason to stay.
"Fine." Sebastian grinned and Y/n rolled his eyes before getting into the passenger seat of the car. Sebastian put the CD in immediately, and began playing at the first song. They spent the rest of the drive working through the songs. Y/n had a process. The first time, you just listened to it. Then, Y/n would sing with it and pause it to talk about lyrics or the music - whichever thing most drew him to this song. After the two stages, then they'd move on. It meant they took twice as long to get through the songs - sometimes much longer if they got into a lengthy discussion - but it was also twice as fun.
You win some you lose some.
Y/n didn't realize that Sebastian had taken them to his house until it was too late. Y/n shot the other boy a look as they pulled into the driveway. "Bas-"
"I know," Sebastian rushed. "Just... I wanted to apologize. Let me try. We can keep listening, and talking about the songs." He smiled a little. "I like them."
Goddamnit.
Sighing, Y/n caved in once again. "Fine. But I swear, you do one even semi-bullshit thing and I pull the plug."
Sebastian nodded in agreement. "Whenever you want to go home, I'll take you home."
Y/n narrowed his eyes at the Warbler, but there was no anger there. "I don't have anything else to change into. And as we established-"
Waving his hand through the air to dismiss the worry, Sebastian only answered, "Wear something of mine. Just this once. I don't mind." He rose an eyebrow. "Do you?"
There was a challenge there, and Y/n refused to back down. "No."
"Good." Sebastian slid out of the car and Y/n followed after. They moved inside and up the stairs into Sebastian's room. He moved around as Y/n waited in the doorway. The last time he had been inside... he didn't want to think about that right now. Sebastian returned with a familiar pair of sweats and a t-shirt. It was the sweats that Sebastian had leant him the night Y/n had slept here. Y/n smiled to himself, trying to hide it as he took them and hurriedly moved to the hallway bathroom. He showered, trying to focus his stupid gay brain as he cleaned himself.
He hadn't even thought about it - it was so habit to just come over, shower, and then settle down. Y/n chuckled to himself. It was probably a bad sign when you had made yourself at home in a space that belonged to someone you were supposed to be mad at. This was like a second home to him. How could he be mad here?
Y/n wondered if Sebastian knew that. If he had planned all of this... Y/n wouldn't have been surprised.
When he finished showering and dressing, he snagged a grocery bag from under the sink where he had stashed a few emergency ones. Thank god too - he didn't want to have to carry his clothes around. It drove Sebastian crazy, but Y/n didn't feel bad about that. Might even the playing field a little bit.
Sebastian was waiting in the front room. Y/n had dragged a little bit, teetering between melting into the place he had missed more than he realized and holding onto the anger he knew he rightfully felt. When Y/n entered the room, Sebastian looked up at him. Y/n leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he sighed. “Bas,” he whispered weakly. He hesitated, swallowing once as he tried to find the exact words. He couldn’t. “This isn’t fair.”
The words he had found were apparently good enough. “I know,” Sebastian responded. He looked genuinely sorry and Y/n almost believed him. Or, half believed him. He had seen Sebastian lie and he had seen Sebastian be sincere. Hadn’t he? “I’m sorry,” Sebastian spoke again, pulling Y/n out of his thoughts with pure shock. Sebastian Smythe had never apologized. To anyone. Ever. What was happening.
A feeling of anxiety bubbled in Y/n’s chest. He felt like he was about to get pig’s blood dropped on him or something. “You’re sorry,” Y/n repeated, not quite able to wrap his mind around it.
Laughter bubbles up from Sebastian, and he had to cut it short. A hand rose to cover his mouth, eyes alight with humor at Y/n’s expression. “Listen I know I don’t say that a lot-“
“Ever,” Y/n corrected. “Not even once.”
“Ever,” Sebastian allowed. He hesitated, his jaw working as he had the same battle for words that Y/n had. “You know I’ve always felt very... far away from things.” He shrugged, obviously uncomfortable with getting even close to honest vulnerability. “It’s just a joke. What’s the point of being alive and young if not to have as much foolish fun as possible, right? That’s how you learn. That’s how you make stories - and stories are how you become interesting. It was easier to live like that. Never walking on egg shells for anything, even things that I probably should have. It didn’t matter, it didn’t last. Even school ends, and it was onto the next thing.” His jaw worked again. Y/n felt touched that he really was trying to hard to be sincere. “Sometimes I push things too far. And it’s never bothered me before because everyone is just a part of the game. I’ve always been the only player.
“But, You’re different,” Sebastian added with a sigh. It sounded like the confession partly pained him, and partly lifted a weight off of his chest. An agony and a mercy at the same time. “It’s like you’re playing the game too. You’re the only person who’s been able to really catch me off guard, and playing with you - being with you was fun enough on it’s own. I like performing with you, and being here after school. It isn’t about fun, it’s just... nice.”
Y/n smiled a little as Sebastian grew quiet. He tried to swallow it. Tried to not let the words get to his head. Or his heart. He knew he failed to guard one of them - he wasn’t sure yet which one he had disappointed. “I... appreciate this Bas, but I’m not coming back to the Warblers. That group - it’s not fun anymore. Not for me. And I’m glad you can enjoy it! And that the people there like what you’re doing. Honestly, I think you’re a great leader in your own right. The leader they want, and maybe even need. But the Noteworthies need me too.”
“I get it.” Sebastian nodded, indicating he really did understand what Y/n was saying. “And, if that’s what you really want then... okay.” That seemed to pain him, but he moved on quickly. “I just want some part of you in my life. I liked having you here. It’s too quiet these days. Empty.” He swallowed, and Y/n’s heart ached at the loneliness he saw in the Smythe boy. There was so much more to Sebastian than anyone else knew, and Y/n had always been aware of it but he had never known what to call it. He still didn’t. “Maybe we could merge the groups every once in a while. I think it would still be really fun to perform together. Maybe do a face off for funsies or something.”
This time Y/n didn’t fight his smile. “I’ll talk to the guys about it. But I’m sure they’ll be down. It’s been a little chummy around there anyway. Gotta stir the pot every once in a while.”
Sebastian felt a surge of pride. He knew that it was his influence that had Y/n acting this way. Leaning into chaos, and taking pleasure in it. Missing it when it was gone for too long. Y/n had a very good balance to him, and was good at knowing when to do things and when to pull back. But when he did lean into that fire, he was absolutely stunning to Sebastian. Looking at Y/n like this, Sebastian couldn’t imagine how anyone could prefer him any other way.
When he had been in charge of the Warblers, it had been very hot and cold - either blazing as he battled Sebastian, or shut off and gentle and smooth as he interacted with everyone else in times of peace. It was almost like he had been two different people, and switched between them depending on whether he had to face certain things more often. There was Sebastian’s Y/n, and...
And then it clicked. The way Sebastian had seen Y/n earlier when he had performed with Lyran - it was the exact same way Y/n acted while he had been around Blaine. There was a lot more flirting, but it was all one sided. With Sebastian, that fire had come out because Y/n was engaged. He wasn’t just challenged - he was having fun. Pushing back. With anyone else, Y/n was much more neutral and calm - almost nurturing. He never stopped things that were mostly harmless, but he only actively took part in the games that Sebastian played. He wasn’t indulging someone, he was enjoying it himself. It wasn’t someone else’s game - it was his.
Sebastian felt a surge of victory. Nothing else mattered. And Y/n was right, he wasn’t a prize, but... love was. In a way. And Sebastian had won. He had earned Y/n’s love in a way Lyran never would.
He kept the new knowledge to himself as Y/n sat on the couch next to him. “So,” Y/n began. “You still want to listen to those songs or should I get my homework out?”
“Definitely want to listen to music,” Sebastian answered, nodding. “Maybe you could sing to me.” He leaned in, flirting now, his burning confidence back.
Y/n made a face - halfway between a smirk and that spark in his eyes that was becoming oh so familiar to Sebastian. “Bas, a lot had been happening recently and I still don’t know if I can trust you with... me.” He swallowed, hesitating. There was something he was holding back, or maybe something he didn’t know how to put into words. Sebastian didn’t push - not yet. “It’s been all over the place between us. Can we just take it one step at a time?”
Sebastian didn’t know how to make any order out of their relationship, which really had been all over the place from day one, but if that was really what Y/n wanted the Warbler captain would at least give it a go. “Okay.” He smirked a little, unable to not tease at least a bit. “Does that mean I can’t hold your hand or kiss you or anything, or just that I won’t be taking you back to my room tonight?”
Immediately Y/n rolled his eyes and they were both back to their old ways. “Music, Smythe.”
“Yes sir,” Sebastian answered immediately, orienting his focus on playing the music from where they’d left off in the car. Sebastian had no idea what would happen next, but he knew it would be great.
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