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Rachel was not sure what to make of this revelation.
Quinn was in love with her more time than could be realized?
I do not know what got into me. One minute I was all goofy about this news, and the next minute I punched anywhere on the body of Quinn that was within my reach.
I think my shots did not seem to have any effect on it. But certainly I was surprised. I think I was more tickling than doing any damage.
I managed to dodge her and hurried to the kitchen.
My mind was a chaos.
I went upstairs to the suite and I do not bother to close the door. Aware of the criticism that followed me through the door. It was assumed that I entered the room without it, it was assumed that I should not think of rejecting her affection, and by God, it was assumed that I would not melt the heart for it. Quinn did everything moves very fast and with such subtle or not, I felt embraced strongly with their protection rather than choked with such domination.
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But something inside me refused to fully open and I am absolutely sure that shielded it was my fear. Why? I've fallen headlong into relationships betting my heart to get it right. By this time the caution?
As I suspected, Quinn entered the room stomping, 1.73 m of anger and arrogance Fabray. Anger rose in me, but it was more than Quinn.
I raised my eyes, taking my words tougher. And even that did not seem to disturb it.
Quinn had the audacity to look at me furiously, his head bent, his hair at shoulder length, falling around her face like a fallen angel. The green eyes flashed with anger, and its expression was too damn sexy to be scary but it looked very primitive.
Oh yes, Quinn Fabray intimidate me, but that never stopped me from poking it with a stick. But I was on the verge of losing control. There would seem good on your resume?
"You do not run over me like a scared little bunny who runs away from a vision. I will not allow it. "The words were crushed Quinn.
"You will not?" I enlarged my eyes in amazement. "Excuse me, Miss. Fabray, but you do not have a belt around my neck or ownership papers with my name on them. I do as I please "
Rachel Berry I've never been so angry. This is better than fear, for sure, because I was having a tantrum coming.
Quinn moved me to be mere inches.
"You do not." His head lowered, his nose almost touched it, while inside it as anger flashed like fire blazing out of control.
I put my hands against his shoulders, trying to push her back. He tried, because it has not moved one inch.
Annoying
"You're unbelievable and incredibly arrogant" fought.
She smiled, despite the anger still shining in her eyes
"I'm just really scared of you!" The smile disappeared from the face of Quinn in an instant. His hands were on his hips, his lips tight. In his typical pose of intimidation. "What will you do to me, growling at me until I die? Force me to watch his routine military cheerleader until my eyes fall on my head? Oh no, wait, you'll take all my collections of Broadway. "Falsely looked scared. "Oh, Quinn, I'm so scared. Please do not. "
Wou, Rachel Berry, do you really know as buttoning it.
Quinn growled. There was a strong vibration of sound, but it was a very subtle noise that effectively reached the cautious part of the brain of Rachel. And she could have watched if it were not so angry.
"You're in my way." She reached across to touch your nose to Quinn. "Come out of him."
The scene would have had more effect if it were not the only underwear and a jacket. And on tiptoe was not so intimidating.
Quinn's expression changed, then, became suddenly. His eyes narrowed, and the determination savage, remorseless she wore at all times, while controlling with an iron hand the Makinley, was directed to Rachel.
I should run now. I should have turned and run as fast as those rabbits she mentioned before. In an instant his hands held my arms in the second she knew her intention and her head lowered, I should have responded. If I had time.
Between a second and following her lips covered mine, her tongue pushed between my lips when they parted in surprise, and oh hell in a minute was lost. His lips devoured me. His tongue stroked into my mouth, filling my senses.
Our kiss tasted. Not the taste of a normal kiss, but the flavor of a wild promise, an afternoon desert, hot and full of mystery and hunger.
Rachel found herself melting against the blonde. She was trembling. That hard body and delicious maintained their weight each hand while clutching a globe Chubby squeezing your butt and get up closer to your body. His head bowed, the kiss became deeper, stronger uttered a growl from the back of her throat when she left her lips surrounding the trial of his tongue, and she looked more to his liking.
It was there, every time she stroked the language that was intertwined with its subtle, inciting them to consume it more, keep it close, devouring kiss Quinn.
And it terrified her. I felt my pride, commitment and hard-won, fighting a claim that she was coming, shouting warnings until I moved jerkily back, struggling to free myself of the delicate but strong arms when faced Quinn, I panted with sudden urge to cry.
I raised my hand and touched her lips. The lips that mesmerized me, and left her in pain, a miracle of pleasure, as she knew they would be.
Quinn was in no better state than me. But I knew damn regroup quickly efficient. I envy.
"You're mine." There was no provocation sexy in her voice, no flirting playful and seductive. Her green eyes sparkled with predatory conscience and triumph.
I really wanted to slap her.
I pushed my hand from her.
"You're crazy," I gasped.
"Mine." Her voice was absolutely determined.
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I know what everyone thinks they know my personality. Cold, calculating and manipulative.
They are all right ...
Most of the time...
The only lesson I learned really only be earned by my father, was that no matter what happens, never show your weaknesses. His enemies may never want to suspect that you have one. It was not by chance that the coach Sylvester has me as his pupil.
As I grew older I learned this important lesson. I was the ugly duckling and fat, all the children who mocked the primary. Always subject to endless insults. But one day I turn around there and did everything in my power not to leave.
Upon arriving at the high school I already knew what had to be done. Smash all on their feet, all that could be a threat to their power.
The currency of the popular school.
But only one person refused to be overwhelmed by me.
Rachel Berry
She was the only person I was afraid.
Yeah, I was afraid of Quinn Fabray Rachel Berry. The girl with zero fashion sense, almost megalomaniac who could speak only in paragraphs, bossy and insisted on wanting to be my friend.
But the girl with confidence and dignity that any one who never lowered his head to anyone and in any situation. The girl who is constantly treated as an outcast, even within the Glee Club. The girl who takes no scratch and come running, but when the reverse is the first to reach out. The girl who stands up for who she is smiling with pride in this.
I envied it in Rachel, his ability to be who she is and be firm about it. While I hide my insecurities in the darkest corners of my mind. She was dangerous ...
At first I did not understand it in this schism want to approach me, I had already made her go through countless humiliations. Yet Rachel was there the next day, sporting a smile of thirty-three teeth at me and wishing me good morning. With the assurance that deep down I had some good in me, and she kept insisting that one hour that side of me would come to light.
At the same time he grew angry, I was also curious about it.
Always considered myself very calm and controlled. Rachel was enough to show up and I turned an enraged bull.
I am perceptive and intelligent. Rachel turns to fool me.
Honestly, how did I fall in that conversation that Jewish babies are specific tests? My maternal hormones could not be an excuse for my stupidity.
On second thought, she gave me a few laps without my noticing.
Fabray shameful, very shameful.
And what about my apparent inability to say no to her. Tsk ... Tsk ...
And the most important. The appearance.
Nowadays it is common knowledge that I remodeled to what this body is now. Well, actually the only medical intervention it was rhinoplasty. The rest was pure physical sacrifice. The appearance was one of my favorite subjects to attack Rachel, from its nose to its minimum height. I confess I was quite insistent on this issue, almost an obsession.
It was not annoying as I knew it, my eyes followed her as she entered my field of vision, and inadvertently took his legs. And instead of insulting her, I was enjoying.
Seriously, how is that a dwarf garden as she seems to have legs that can last forever?
And I was not the only one to notice. During the performance of the club, which wore most teens, had to swallow a lot of people speaking the language of her body. Generally this applied to me and Santana. Who would have thought of those sweaters down there were a formidable body weird? Santana was one who had a roving eye toward Rachel during our performance of Start Me Up.
Recalling this, also came to my mind, the desire to want to break the face of Santana for doing so. Only later did I realize that it was jealousy.
I was jealous of Rachel.
I slowly adding small pieces that were falling into place for me to understand all this weird relationship with Rachel. And when I realized, was to have taken a punch in the stomach.
And since I am the queen of denial, the worse my behavior toward her, only to deny a little more to my discovery. And I regret that very much. At that point, could not stand the look of disappointment that she gave me every time I said or did something to hurt her.
And until that point had not noticed a thing.
I wanted it to continue to have faith in me when nobody else did, including me. I refused to let her do it.
In a twisted way, Rachel and I had a connection. And I've always been very selfish with all that was very intimate and close to me. As Rachel has this bizarre power to see and read my soul. I can also do the same with her. And I see in her eyes clearly, what I feel for her.
Quinn watched as Rachel's eyes widened, a pinch of fear shone in the depths of those dark eyes, mixed with anger and excitement.
She knew what she had done. She should feel remorse rather than satisfaction.
"You feel it now, Rachel is not '." She said her name, proved it in their own language and enjoyed the sound of it.
"I feel your madness." Rachel whispered. She moved quickly away from me, pressing her body carefully so striking.
Quinn looked at her, while letting the eye follow her every move, as I inhaled her scent, still savoring the taste of it.
I could still feel it, taste beneath the hormone was the taste of her passion, she needs firmly kept stored within it and the battle to contain everything she undertook.
Its Rachel, as she was so smart, slim and sexy as smoothly as it was the female body, was disappointed, hurt, all because of weak-minded boys, inept that they had the good sense to see the gift that God gave them. I know what her fear.
And now I was facing, knowing that he had made many mistakes in his eyes.
Once she learned what that kiss really meant. I had taken her choice. I got something that irrevocably tied to me and thereby took control she so highly esteemed.
"I'm not crazy," I sighed. "At least not anymore."