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By xxglistxx


Note: if you don't feel comfortable with mentions of sex, skip this first part of the chapter! If you like it, you're welcome 😉




Quinn and Nathalie finally had a peaceful and alone day just for them. Since Judy was out to do a church type of thing, Quinn had invited Nathalie over to be with her.

Of course, Nathalie couldn't say no to that.

Clothes were seen all over the floor, the two naked bodies wrapped around each other and covered with the thin white sheet of Quinn's bed.

"Fuck," Nathalie groaned as she travelled her lips from Quinn's lips to her neck, "I missed you so much."

Quinn let out a moan, making the girl on top of her smirk, "I missed you too."

Their lips met again. Quinn melted against the little girl and sighed when Nathalie slid her tongue between her lips, exploring her mouth gently with her tongue.

"How much time do we have till your mother comes home?"

Quinn looked away from her girlfriend and grabbed her phone, "we have," her breath hitched when she felt Nathalie suck her weak spot and let out a now loud moan, "fuck..."

"How much?"

"Two hours," Quinn managed to talk while Nathalie's hands started exploring her body. The blonde grabbed Nathalie for a needy kiss, and the two could feel their skins on fire.

Quinn moaned softly into Nathalie's mouth when she cupped her breasts through her bra. Nathalie moved from her lips to her neck, where she kissed and licked gently.

Nathalie, while kissing and sucking Quinn's week spot, opened the girl's bra easily and threw it somewhere on the floor of her girlfriend's room. Quinn moaned loudly when Nathalie's lips wrapped around her nipple and couldn't help but let out another loud moan, a moan that if Judy were home, they would be caught.

Nathalie took her time worshiping Quinn's breasts, giving each nipple the attention they deserved, earning some loud moans.

Quinn threw her head back and another moan came out when Nathalie's hand slid to her panties and tossed it somewhere.

"Nat," she whimpered when a long index finger slid into her center. Quinn moaned when another finger slid between her and began to constantly dive in and out of her.

Nathalie might be small, but her fingers are so damn long.

Quinn thought as long fingers slowly pound into her, a warm mouth sucking on her nipple, she found herself spreading her thighs to give Nathalie a better access.

Too early, the feeling so well known to Quinn came and she knew she was almost at her climax. The inner muscles of her center squeezed Nathalie's fingers as the girl stroked in and out. Nathalie already knew that her girlfriend was close and was very proud of herself for making Quinn have an orgasm so fast.

The two girls locked eyes, and both saw how much desired they have for one another.

"I love you." Nathalie whispered as she thrusted her fingers hard and curled them deep inside her. That was all it took to send Quinn over the edge.

She whimpered and closed her eyes when the first contraction was followed by more. Her chest rose and fell and, as she tried to regain her breath, she only saw stars.

"Holy shit, I love you too."

Nathalie chuckled and removed her hand, smiling devilishly as she put her fingers in her mouth, tasting Quinn. The act was so hot that Quinn could feel her body shudder with another wave of pure desire.

"I think it's your time now..."

"Yeah?" Nathalie challenged and thrusted her hips forward against Quinn's, making them both moan.

"Nat, keep going..."

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Kurt Hummel was traumatized about what he had heard and seen on Quinn's neck.

The group of four, consisted by Tina, Bea, Quinn, and Nathalie, were talking about the not-so-little work that Nathalie had done on Quinn's neck.

Seriously, it had more purple than white.

Nathalie was proud of what she did, and Quinn told some parts of what the couple did and experienced.

And that made Kurt traumatized for his life. Hearing Quinn talking about how kinky his sister is, while saying the toys they had used.

The siblings trio finally entered the choir room, Kurt was avoiding Nathalie at all costs and that made the girl really annoyed.

"Seriously? Is this about what I did yesterday with Quinn?"

The boy ignored her question, and managed to sit down between her and Bea, who was watching the scene with Tina in amusement.

"Quinn just said we used handcuffs. She didn't tell everything."

"And that's already too much for me."

Bea let out a laugh, "what? For your virgin ears?"

Kurt glared at his sister and the girl shrugged, turning to her right so she could easily talk with Tina.

"Kurt," Quinn got the boy's attention and gave him a small smile, "I'm sorry. I won't say anything more about that. Besides, it's a private thing between Lie and I."

Kurt thanked the girl and sighed happily, now satisfied with the situation. But Nathalie had other plans and wanted to tease her brother a little bit more.

"I mean, I still don't know why you're traumatized. At least we didn't tell you that we used a str-"

Kurt let out a gag sound and quickly covered his ears, trying to shut his sister down.

Nathalie smirked and gave a wink to her girlfriend, who was looking at the scene with a huge smile on her face.

"All right, let's, uh, let's gather around," everyone heard Mr. Schue entering the choir room, the man's face looked a mixture of sad and disappointed, "sorry I'm late, guys. I was with Principal Figgins. Bad news, guys. Puckerman's in juvie."

"It really was just a matter of time," Tina commented, while shaking her head in disapproval.

"What did he do?" Nathalie voiced out her question.

"He drove his mom's Volvo through the front of a convenience store and drove off with the ATM." Mr. Schue replied and Brittany and Santana laughed at what had happened.

"And when is he getting out?" Bea asked worryingly.

"Unknown." Mr. Schue replied.

"He might be the dumbest person on this planet, and that's coming from me," Brittany added as her and Santana continued chuckling.

"Guys! Let's have some sympathy." Mr. Schue called out and shook his disappointedly.

"For a guy who puts his needs before the teams? We need his voice and his bad-boy stage presence." Finn was irritated and shook off his Rachel's hand out of his shoulder.

"We can't look at this as, as a crisis. It's an opportunity," Mr. Schue encouraged them and Bea furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, "for what? Further embarrassment and humiliation?"

"For welcoming our new member...Sam Evans!" Mr. Schue introduced excitedly as the blonde boy entered the room, making Bea widened her eyes in shock and Nathalie and Quinn smirking at the girl's state.

"Hey, everybody. I'm Sam...Sam, I am. ...And I don't like green eggs and ham."

Tina gave a look of confusion to Bea, "uhm, is this the guy you're crushing?"

Santana, who overheard and saw Bea nodding, cringed and blinked her eyes in pure disgust, "oh, wow. He has no game."

Everyone snickered at that comment and Sam sighed sadly. Nathalie didn't know why, but she frowned at the boy and felt the need to protect him.

"He's just shy, Santana. Don't be mean."

Sam looked towards the girl's direction and smiled at her thankfully, even smiling wildly when Nathalie returned the smile.

Santana could only roll her eyes and slumped in her seat, "yeah, sure."

Eventually, Sam ended sitting next to Tina, who gave him a nod and quickly switch seats so that Bea could be by his side.

"You're welcome, by the way," the girl whispered to her friend, who blushed.

"What's a duet?"

"A blanket," Brittany replied almost instantly and Mr. Schue shook his head with a laugh, "a duet is when two voices join to become one. Great duets are like a great marriage. The singers complement each other, push each other to be better."

Kurt furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head while looking over to Bea, who was giving looks to the bleach-blonde boy. The boy chuckled and that caught Nathalie's attention.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Bea is interested in him," Kurt explained to her. Nathalie furrowed her eyebrows confused and whispered back, "what about him?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "he's on team gay. No straight boy dyes his hair to look like Linda Evangelista circa 1993."

"You're crazy," Nathalie rolled her eyes and shrugged off his comment, "my gaydar is always right. He's straight."

"And that is what duets are all about. So, this week I want you to pair up and sing a duet. And, since you guys all seemed to love our little 'Defying Gravity' diva-off, I'm making this a competition."

Everyone looked at Mr. Schue with interest in their eyes, wanting to know what the prize for the winners was.

"Dinner for two, on me...at Breadstix." Mr. Schue answered, making all of them collectively gasp.

"Breadstix, yes!" Tina cheered loudly and was followed by everyone chattering excitedly.

"I have to win," Santana said firmly to Brittany, who was nodding at her.

"I love this idea! I love this idea!" Bea cheered, clapping her hands together excitedly. The couple looked confused at each other then at Bea, they had never seen her so happy to a Mr. Schue's idea.

Nathalie shrugged and smirked towards her girlfriend, "we're so going to win this."

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The siblings met up with their dad to give them lunch at their house. The two girls were sat next to their dad on the couch while Kurt served him a tray of food.

"The first course is served. Heart-healthy vegan carrot soup with whole-grain croutons, and you'd better eat all of it. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find saffron in this town?"

Burt looked at the food disgustingly and tried to get up from the couch to no use because Bea wouldn't let him, "all right, let me eat this at the table. You could make a plaster cast of my ass with the cushions from this couch."

Bea clicked her tongue while shaking her head, "absolutely not. I am in charge of your care from now on. We both are. You had a serious arrhythmia, Dad. The doctors say you need to rest until your stress test."

"You're my stress test. Guess this means I can't get salt?" Burt joked, trying to lighten up the mood but the trio only shook their heads in disapproval.

"What's up? How's school?" Burt asked, changing subjects.

Kurt was the first one to answer and sighed dreamingly, "it's fine, I guess. There's this new kid Sam in Glee Club. He and I are singing a duet together."

As Kurt was explaining Sam and the duet he was going to do, Burt saw Bea roll her eyes and bit her bottom lip in annoyance.

"Is that a problem?"

Kurt sighed, "Finn practically begged me not to. He said it'd ruin Sam's reputation."

Burt hummed, "well, this kid Sam, uh...you know, does he play for your team?"

"Undetermined," Bea was the first one to reply and Nathalie smirked, "Bea has a crush on him."

"Oh," the older man frowned, "maybe Finn has a point."

"You're siding with him? After what he called me in our basement?" Kurt asked in annoyance.

"I was talking to Carole, and you weren't totally honest with me. She told me that you had a crush on Finn, and you weren't afraid to show it. Is this true?"

Kurt huffed, again, in annoyance, "so a gay guy can't be friendly to a straight guy without it being predatory?"

Bea and Nathalie felt like they were in a tennis match, their heads would go right and left so quickly like the tennis ball.

"You got to understand that most guys don't know how to deal with unwanted advances."

"So you're saying I shouldn't sing with this Sam guy because it might upset a couple of homophobes? I thought you said no one pushes the Hummel's around."

"I mean..." Nathalie turned to whisper to her sister, "Kurt is partially right. No one fucks with the Hummel's and gets away with it."

"Dad, you have no idea what it's like. I am the only openly gay kid at school, in this town. I mean, why can't I walk hand in hand down the hall with a person that I like? Why can't I slow-dance at my prom?"

Nathalie frowned at that comment and patted her twin's back, "oh, Kurt. I know how it feels to feel like that. Quinn and I feel that every single day. We walk hand-in-hand down the hallway, and we instantly get comments like 'yes, kiss now ladies, we want some action'. But honestly Kurt? Fuck them."

Burt nodded his head in approval and wrapped his arms around his kids, "you think I don't want those things for you? I
do. For the three of you. You know, until you find somebody as open and as brave as you...you're just going to have to get used to going it alone."

"I just want a relationship like Nat's." Kurt admitted, "like, they are so easy going, open with each other and so... in love. I want that, I really do."

"Kurt," Nathalie chuckled, "no relationships are easy. There's none. And that's what makes them beautiful, challenging, and healthy. Despite how difficult it was for me and Quinn to be together, we managed to do it. And that is going to happen to you one day. Just... don't force it. Things come naturally."

And with that, the little family, hugged each other, happy they have each other.

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Kurt decided to do a duet with himself, and Santana called that a vocal masturbation, earning a few chuckles from her friends.

In Nathalie's opinion, Kurt beautifully sang the number from the seminal classic move Victor/Victoria. She definitely loved.

What she didn't loved was Rachel and Finn showing up in the Glee club dressing up as religious figures, performing With You, I'm Born Again.

And when they finally finished, there was a long and awkward silence, Mike really attempted a polite clap, but Tina and Nathalie grabbed his hands.

In the end, after Nathalie managed to calm Quinn down, who really wanted to punched both of them, Quinn and Nathalie sang Love Story by Taylor Swift, which earned them a round of applauses and cute aww from their friends.

The couple, plus Tina, were sitting inside Quinn's car eating their lunch and talking about the rumors going around the high school.

"I heard a rumor that my boyfriend slept with a girl during the summer. Have you heard it?"

Quinn and Nathalie changed a knowing look and shrugged their shoulders, "we have heard. But we don't know who it was."

Great lie, Nathalie.

"Have you tried talking to Mike?" Quinn asked and grabbed Nathalie's hand to stop shaking.

One thing that both girls know is that when Nathalie lies to someone she cares and loves, her hand starts shaking, which sometimes comes in handy for the other people.

"I have," Tina sighed, "but he just denies. It's so weird."

"Weird because he hates stupid rumors and this is a stupid rumor?"

Tina looked at Nathalie in the eyes and believed her, making the couple sigh in relief.

"Let's change for another topic then..." Tina thought for a few seconds and smirked, "like that duet between Sam and Bea! I loved their performance of Lucky."

And the conversation continued between the three, Nathalie and Quinn relieved that Tina forgot about the rumor, and Tina with rumor still stuck inthe back of her head.








─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───

Happy Pride Month everyone!

Love who you want to love and give zero fucks to any homophobic people out there because they don't have any power over you!

Also, did you like the first part of the chapter? 😏 I specifically wait for the 1st of June to post it 😉

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