Glee Round Robin - Worst Superpower Ever, Ch. 9/?
Title: Worst Superpower Ever, Ch. 9/? (No wonder Oedipus blinded himself)
Author: cranberry_pi
Summary: Based on this prompt: Rachel is an accidental pervert - she has the unfortunate ability to catch girls in all states of undress or somehow ends up in compromising positions with them constantly. She's gotten used to it, until it starts happening with an alarming frequency with Quinn. Based on a prompt in the Glee Kink Meme. Part of the gleewriteoff
Pairings: Faberry; One-sided Judy/Rachel (yes, you read that right)
Length: ~1,250
Rating: PG-13 (a few bad words)
A/N: Tonnes of thanks to the lovely vsquared_k for the invitation to be a part of the fun! It's an honor to be working with writers who I think are so much better than me!
Prologue (written by vsquared_k )
Chapter 1 (written by llaurorall )
Chapter 2 (written by first_love88 )
Chapter 3 (written by rainbowruse )
Chapter 4 (written by shyath )
Chapter 5 (written by vsquared_k )
Chapter 6 (written by kiarcheo )
Chapter 7 (written by bladeddarkness )
Chapter 8 (written by queengreen )
“Uh, Quinn?” Rachel began hesitantly. “I don’t want to ruin the moment, but you did say something about a punishment?”
Quinn’s brain, already bordering on meltdown, was flooded with images of Rachel - being spanked, being flogged, taken over her knee, crying out-
“I was lying!” she shouted suddenly, making Rachel jump backward. “I mean, she does want to, uh, to punish you, but I thought I could sneak you out before she found you.”
“And why would you do that?”
“Look, you can either come with me, or you can wait for Sue to find you. I really don’t care which, Treasure Trail.” Quinn started to walk, dragging Rachel along behind her.
“But where are we going?”
That stopped Quinn cold. Where were they going? Her first instinct was somewhere private, so when Rachel inevitably stripped her again she wouldn’t be flashing a shopping mall full of people or something. But then her mind protested that wouldn’t be the best idea - the girl had clearly fallen under the influence of Quinn’s own lousypower, and if they were alone together she might - Quinn shivered with pleasure at the thought, but tried to control her racing hormones. Rachel didn’t really like her - she was just helpless to resist. And taking advantage of her would be no different than sleeping with someone when they were really drunk.
And yet, no matter how many times she told herself that, Quinn couldn’t stop staring at her, admiring the way her breasts filled out her horrible argyle sweater, the way her legs seemed to go on forever despite her small stature, the skirt she’d chosen to highlight them. That feeling, just now in the locker room, it wasn’t - it couldn’t be - no. Absolutely not. Her mother had told her stories about how her particular lousypower worked, and there were legends about this, that if you attracted someone with it and they were meant to be yours then you would feel it too - but those were just stories. No one knew of it ever happening. So there was only one solution.
“We’re going to my house, Berry. My mom’s home, so we won’t be alone. But you won’t end up ripping my clothes off in front of a hundred people either.”
Rachel looked askance at her, confused. “Wait - why shouldn’t we be alone?”
“Never mind!” Quinn dragged her to the parking lot and toward her waiting car. As she ushered Rachel into the passenger seat, her ring caught on the skirt of Quinn’s Cheerios uniform, tearing it away from the top and exposing her spanks to the world. “Son of a bitch,” she gave Rachel a forceful shove into the car and slammed the door.
“Looking good, Fabray!” someone shouted from across the lot. She responded with a raised middle finger.
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Quinn only saw the fatal flaw in her plan a moment too late - just as they walked into the kitchen and Rachel tripped on the division between the carpet in the entrance and the slippery hardwood of the kitchen, crashing into Judy Fabray and grabbing her skirt in an effort to remain standing. Before anyone could stop it, Rachel fell backward and dragged the now-skirtless Judy with her, landing flat on her back with Judy straddling her face.
“Oh, god!” Quinn pulled her mother away and picked Rachel up by the neck of her sweater. “You,” she hissed. “Upstairs, now!” they were nearly to her room when Judy shouted up after them.
“It was, uh, nice meeting you, Rachel!”
Quinn slammed her door. “What the hell was that? I mean, listen, I knew you were sick in that little Hobbit-head of yours, but you just stuck your face between my mother’s legs! Seriously, just what is wrong with you?”
“I have a problem,” Rachel hung her head.
“No shit! I could have told you that! Isn’t there some sex-addicts group you could go to or something?”
“No,” Rachel shook her head. “Not like that. I-” she was interrupted by a blood-curdling scream from downstairs. She looked at Quinn, panicked, but she just sighed.
“Delayed reaction. The booze kind of slows her down - she’s just realizing she was sitting on your face. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go change into something you haven’t ruined. After I pour bleach in my ear to try and burn out the image of you and my mother.”
“But-” Rachel protested.
“Stow it, Berry! Sit right there on that bed. Don’t talk, don’t move, don’t do anything. I’ll be back in a minute.” Gathering a dress from her closet, Quinn retreated to the bathroom, leaving Rachel to sit and ponder her sad fate. She’d been ready to confide in the other girl - tell her everything! But now she wasn’t sure she’d ever get up the courage again. She got up, disobeying Quinn’s instructions, and made her way across the bedroom to look at herself in the mirror.
As strongly as she felt drawn to Quinn, she knew nothing could ever come of it - she was a freak, a freak with a stupid lousypower on top of that, and Quinn was - well, Quinn. The epitome of the perfect high school beauty. Frustrated, Rachel stepped backward - knocking Quinn’s bathroom door shut just as she opened it. There was the sound of tearing fabric, and Rachel could see from where she was standing that Quinn’s dress was stuck in the door.
“God damn it,” Quinn hissed. “Berry, get me a dress.”
“Which one should I-“
“I don’t even care! Just get me a dress, and pass it through the door. And then you’re going to sit down and stay there!”
“Yes, Quinn,” Rachel agreed meekly, grabbing the first reasonable-looking dress she could find and passing it through the barely-opened bathroom door. She caught the tiniest glimpse of bare shoulder and peach-colored bra strap before the door closed, and her heart was racing as she took her seat on the bed again. There was a knock at the bedroom door, and Judy entered with a platter of cookies and lemonade.
“There you are, sweetheart,” she sat down on the bed, resting the tray on her lap and putting an arm around Rachel’s shoulders. “You make sure you have a nice big glass of this, and a few cookies. You should really keep your,” she licked her lips, “energy up.”
Quinn leaned against the bathroom door listening, frozen with horror.
“I - thank you, that’s very nice of you” Rachel finished awkwardly, pouring herself a glass of lemonade. Judy’s hand slipped off her shoulders, rubbing at the small of her back as she squirmed. Her other hand took a cookie from the tray and pushed it gently into Rachel’s mouth.
“You’re such a pretty girl. I can see why Quinnie is so jealous of you.”
“Er,” Rachel’s mouthful of cookie saved her from having to answer.
“I’ll tell you what,” Judy said, her voice low and husky, “how about you lay down, and we can do what we were doing in the kitchen? Except this time, I won’t be wearing any-“
“Oh my god!” Quinn burst out of the bathroom. “Get out! Get out of my room!” she grabbed her mother’s arm and gave it a hard tug, upending the tray of goodies all over her cream-colored carpet. She all but threw Judy into the hall, slamming the door shut behind her.
“I’ll be waiting downstairs, Rachel,” Judy’s sultry voice said through the closed door.
“Just kill me,” Quinn put her head in her hands. “This day just can’t get any worse.”
Author: cranberry_pi
Summary: Based on this prompt: Rachel is an accidental pervert - she has the unfortunate ability to catch girls in all states of undress or somehow ends up in compromising positions with them constantly. She's gotten used to it, until it starts happening with an alarming frequency with Quinn. Based on a prompt in the Glee Kink Meme. Part of the gleewriteoff
Pairings: Faberry; One-sided Judy/Rachel (yes, you read that right)
Length: ~1,250
Rating: PG-13 (a few bad words)
A/N: Tonnes of thanks to the lovely vsquared_k for the invitation to be a part of the fun! It's an honor to be working with writers who I think are so much better than me!
Prologue (written by vsquared_k )
Chapter 1 (written by llaurorall )
Chapter 2 (written by first_love88 )
Chapter 3 (written by rainbowruse )
Chapter 4 (written by shyath )
Chapter 5 (written by vsquared_k )
Chapter 6 (written by kiarcheo )
Chapter 7 (written by bladeddarkness )
Chapter 8 (written by queengreen )
“Uh, Quinn?” Rachel began hesitantly. “I don’t want to ruin the moment, but you did say something about a punishment?”
Quinn’s brain, already bordering on meltdown, was flooded with images of Rachel - being spanked, being flogged, taken over her knee, crying out-
“I was lying!” she shouted suddenly, making Rachel jump backward. “I mean, she does want to, uh, to punish you, but I thought I could sneak you out before she found you.”
“And why would you do that?”
“Look, you can either come with me, or you can wait for Sue to find you. I really don’t care which, Treasure Trail.” Quinn started to walk, dragging Rachel along behind her.
“But where are we going?”
That stopped Quinn cold. Where were they going? Her first instinct was somewhere private, so when Rachel inevitably stripped her again she wouldn’t be flashing a shopping mall full of people or something. But then her mind protested that wouldn’t be the best idea - the girl had clearly fallen under the influence of Quinn’s own lousypower, and if they were alone together she might - Quinn shivered with pleasure at the thought, but tried to control her racing hormones. Rachel didn’t really like her - she was just helpless to resist. And taking advantage of her would be no different than sleeping with someone when they were really drunk.
And yet, no matter how many times she told herself that, Quinn couldn’t stop staring at her, admiring the way her breasts filled out her horrible argyle sweater, the way her legs seemed to go on forever despite her small stature, the skirt she’d chosen to highlight them. That feeling, just now in the locker room, it wasn’t - it couldn’t be - no. Absolutely not. Her mother had told her stories about how her particular lousypower worked, and there were legends about this, that if you attracted someone with it and they were meant to be yours then you would feel it too - but those were just stories. No one knew of it ever happening. So there was only one solution.
“We’re going to my house, Berry. My mom’s home, so we won’t be alone. But you won’t end up ripping my clothes off in front of a hundred people either.”
Rachel looked askance at her, confused. “Wait - why shouldn’t we be alone?”
“Never mind!” Quinn dragged her to the parking lot and toward her waiting car. As she ushered Rachel into the passenger seat, her ring caught on the skirt of Quinn’s Cheerios uniform, tearing it away from the top and exposing her spanks to the world. “Son of a bitch,” she gave Rachel a forceful shove into the car and slammed the door.
“Looking good, Fabray!” someone shouted from across the lot. She responded with a raised middle finger.
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Quinn only saw the fatal flaw in her plan a moment too late - just as they walked into the kitchen and Rachel tripped on the division between the carpet in the entrance and the slippery hardwood of the kitchen, crashing into Judy Fabray and grabbing her skirt in an effort to remain standing. Before anyone could stop it, Rachel fell backward and dragged the now-skirtless Judy with her, landing flat on her back with Judy straddling her face.
“Oh, god!” Quinn pulled her mother away and picked Rachel up by the neck of her sweater. “You,” she hissed. “Upstairs, now!” they were nearly to her room when Judy shouted up after them.
“It was, uh, nice meeting you, Rachel!”
Quinn slammed her door. “What the hell was that? I mean, listen, I knew you were sick in that little Hobbit-head of yours, but you just stuck your face between my mother’s legs! Seriously, just what is wrong with you?”
“I have a problem,” Rachel hung her head.
“No shit! I could have told you that! Isn’t there some sex-addicts group you could go to or something?”
“No,” Rachel shook her head. “Not like that. I-” she was interrupted by a blood-curdling scream from downstairs. She looked at Quinn, panicked, but she just sighed.
“Delayed reaction. The booze kind of slows her down - she’s just realizing she was sitting on your face. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go change into something you haven’t ruined. After I pour bleach in my ear to try and burn out the image of you and my mother.”
“But-” Rachel protested.
“Stow it, Berry! Sit right there on that bed. Don’t talk, don’t move, don’t do anything. I’ll be back in a minute.” Gathering a dress from her closet, Quinn retreated to the bathroom, leaving Rachel to sit and ponder her sad fate. She’d been ready to confide in the other girl - tell her everything! But now she wasn’t sure she’d ever get up the courage again. She got up, disobeying Quinn’s instructions, and made her way across the bedroom to look at herself in the mirror.
As strongly as she felt drawn to Quinn, she knew nothing could ever come of it - she was a freak, a freak with a stupid lousypower on top of that, and Quinn was - well, Quinn. The epitome of the perfect high school beauty. Frustrated, Rachel stepped backward - knocking Quinn’s bathroom door shut just as she opened it. There was the sound of tearing fabric, and Rachel could see from where she was standing that Quinn’s dress was stuck in the door.
“God damn it,” Quinn hissed. “Berry, get me a dress.”
“Which one should I-“
“I don’t even care! Just get me a dress, and pass it through the door. And then you’re going to sit down and stay there!”
“Yes, Quinn,” Rachel agreed meekly, grabbing the first reasonable-looking dress she could find and passing it through the barely-opened bathroom door. She caught the tiniest glimpse of bare shoulder and peach-colored bra strap before the door closed, and her heart was racing as she took her seat on the bed again. There was a knock at the bedroom door, and Judy entered with a platter of cookies and lemonade.
“There you are, sweetheart,” she sat down on the bed, resting the tray on her lap and putting an arm around Rachel’s shoulders. “You make sure you have a nice big glass of this, and a few cookies. You should really keep your,” she licked her lips, “energy up.”
Quinn leaned against the bathroom door listening, frozen with horror.
“I - thank you, that’s very nice of you” Rachel finished awkwardly, pouring herself a glass of lemonade. Judy’s hand slipped off her shoulders, rubbing at the small of her back as she squirmed. Her other hand took a cookie from the tray and pushed it gently into Rachel’s mouth.
“You’re such a pretty girl. I can see why Quinnie is so jealous of you.”
“Er,” Rachel’s mouthful of cookie saved her from having to answer.
“I’ll tell you what,” Judy said, her voice low and husky, “how about you lay down, and we can do what we were doing in the kitchen? Except this time, I won’t be wearing any-“
“Oh my god!” Quinn burst out of the bathroom. “Get out! Get out of my room!” she grabbed her mother’s arm and gave it a hard tug, upending the tray of goodies all over her cream-colored carpet. She all but threw Judy into the hall, slamming the door shut behind her.
“I’ll be waiting downstairs, Rachel,” Judy’s sultry voice said through the closed door.
“Just kill me,” Quinn put her head in her hands. “This day just can’t get any worse.”