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Benji was waiting outside the Italian restaurant of Franco's choice, a single rose behind his back. If he was honest with himself, these last two weeks had been a rollercoaster and not even he could have predicted that it would end in two people (who may or may not hate each other) attempting to go on a date. 

vvHowever, if Franco really didn't mind this whole "'being used' to  help Benji get over Topher" plan that he suggested, Benji figured the least he could do was change up his attempts at moving on. From what he could tell, a worst-case scenario would be the date being a bust, while best-case was it being the opposite; there didn't seem to really be much to lose.

Franco was waiting for a punchline from Benji. He didn't believe the guy was asking him on an actual date for a second and he kinda thought it was a joke until he got to the restaurant and saw Benji standing there, looking good in a leather jacket, one of his weaknesses when it came to guys. He looked down at his own outfit wondering if maybe he should have tried harder. 

He quickly checked his pockets, his keys, phone, cigarettes all there. He'd come out without his drugs tonight because, he'd no intention of staying late. The moment his hands started to shake or his head started to hurt he was gunna be a goner. He approached Benji and smirked, "Well well well, how the tables have turned".

Benji ducked his head, suddenly starting to regret this decision. He considered somehow digging himself out of this by pretending it was a joke or something, but as he saw Franco walk up, he decided there was nothing wrong with trying. And although the Karofskys did not share many family values, one of the few they did have was that if they were going to try something, they were going to try their hardest. 

"Very funny, Franco," Benji responded, revealing the rose from behind his back and jutting it out to him. "You look very handsome. ...Wanna head inside? Our reservation's in 5 minutes."

Franco watched as Benji gave him the rose and his eyes widened as he choked back the laugh that wanted to escape his lips. He was not expecting a rose, "Benji, you got me a flower, I didn't realise you cared so much" he smirked, taking the flower and twirling it in his hands, he didn't think he's ever been brought a flower before. 

 He laughed again, "Come on then, let's go and eat some grub, I'm famished", it wasn't a lie, he hadn't been eating properly for many reasons so he was desperate to get some decent food in him.

Benji gave an awkward laugh and nodded, leading the way for the two to go inside. Once they made it to the table, ever the gentleman, Benji pulled Franco's seat out for him before sitting down himself. Not sure exactly how to start a real conversation between the two of them, he grabbed a menu and started to look at it, trying to decide what he wanted. 

 "Um. So... what made you choose this place?"

Franco watched as Benji picked up his menu and smirked at him, "Gotta say, knowing how well you can perform, that leather jacket is fucking hot" he said, not bothering with his own menu. He knew what he wanted, "I picked this place cause I am Italian and I ain't paying".

Benji rolled his eyes, staring at the menu. "Stop it, Franco," he murmured, keeping his voice low. "This is a date, remember? Give it a chance."

Franco smirked again, “So this is a real date? Like you don’t think I’m Topher and playing out some fantasy in your head”

Benji sighed. He knew Franco was probably trying to rile him up, but he refused to have this date devolve into the same routine without at least trying first. "I called you Franco, didn't I?" he replied, flipping the page of the menu, "I asked you out. Asked where you wanted to eat... If I was pretending you were him, I would've taken you to a restaurant he likes."

Franco laughed, “Yeah you might have done but forgive me thinking this is some sort of joke” he finally admitted, looking around, “Last time I saw you, you were pretty hell bent on calling me a whore so, forgive for being confused by this foreign concept”.

"What did I say about talking about that Benji..." he murmured, gently setting down the menu. "You and I both know that's not how I usually am. I want to be romantic. In fact, I prefer it," he admitted, trying to get Franco to look him in the eye.

Franco continued to stare at the table, “I ain’t romantic” he said shrugging his shoulders, “I get my kicks out of being a douchebag and sleeping with people. Hell, I’ve slept with Aaron on days I’ve seen you”.

Benji shrugged. "It's not like we're exclusive or anything, Franc. I mean, you literally offered for me to 'use' you. Who am I to get mad at you for sleeping with people?" He moved his head, still trying to catch his eyes. 

"Hey..." he started, his voice low, "if this is too much, we can just forget it. We can grab a burger and I'll walk you home. ...Maybe this was stupid of me to suggest..."

Franco finally looked up and sighed, "No. Its not too much. I just didn't expect it too be real". He gulped and laughed, "I think if I asked the people I wanted to on a date, they'd laugh in my face". He nodded at the menu, "Know what you're having? I'm starved".

"Yeah, I do," Benji replied, barely audible. When a waiter made their way over to the table, the two made quick work of ordering food, then passed off the menus to the waiter as they left. "So. I guess... you should tell me about yourself?" Benji asked, not sure exactly what to say. "Like... what do you like to do with your free time?"

Franco rolled his eyes but felt his hand move to his elbow, "Not much" he nodded, "I used to box which got me out of a situation before but then that bit me on the ass" he said his thoughts trailing to the kidnapping. He sighed, "Quite often now I stay inside, afraid of my own shadow" he breathed quietly

Benji nodded; from what he could tell, this had already been the longest interaction between the two of them that didn't appear to be sex-related. "I didn't know you boxed... and I'm sorry you're not able to leave home a lot nowadays. If you wanted, we could spar together sometime? I know enough about boxing to hold my own, at least."

Franco shook his head at the offer, "I don't often allow myself to box against others. I'm quite dangerous once I get going. I used to have this massive stance on no fighting but I guess, when you go through what I did, you lose sight on what you believe".

Benji frowned, trying to use his words carefully. "...Just because you change based on a situation doesn't mean you've lost sight of your beliefs," he explained, slowly realizing he needed to hear this as much as Franco did. "Beliefs... codes... morals... those are all a great starting place, I think. Like, they're a great way to help you realize what you think is important. ...But they're also stiff and rigid. And you know what isn't? Life." He sighed. "You can't get mad at yourself for adjusting to life and it's fuckery... Just because your box of values doesn't fit through every shape life shoves you through doesn't me you've lost sight of them."

Franco didn't know why he was talking about this, he hadn't really spoken to any one about what happened to him since it had happened, "Life didn't just throw me through a small circle Benji" he said, using the shape analogy, "It through me through a circle which had metal spikes sticking out waiting to hurt me". He looked back down at the table, "I don't know how people get life back on track after something like that happens".

Benji nodded; he was surprised Franco was having this conversation with him, but he was happy it was happening--he didn't think he had ever seen Franco vulnerable before. "I know you've heard this a lot, but... it takes time. And there's no step-by-step guide on healing because people are so different. The best you can do is talk things out and look for ways to help yourself heal. The flashbacks and the memories... they'll probably never disappear completely, but they'll come less frequently and on the occasions that they do come back, you'll know how to cope with, and grow from, them."

Franco noticed that his hands were shaking again. He bit his lip and swiftly moved them so they were under his legs, pushing weight down on them. He gulped, "I mean, I have been sleeping at night and not having the nightmares recently but there is a lot of weed and a lot of alcohol behind that". He sighed and looked up to Benji's his eyes filled with sadness, "I'm sorry, I'm ruining... whatever this is. I've just never had someone to really talk to about it".

Benji shook his head, being sure to never let his eye contact falter. "I'll level with you, Franco. I wasn't expecting anything in particular to come out of this, so you're not ruining anything. We're talking. About things that are important. And if that's what you need from me, I'd much rather be that then whatever you were classifying me as before now," he admitted. 

He took a deep breath before continuing: "I think you and I both know that self-medicating isn't a healthy way to get through this, so I'm not gonna even bug you by hammering on that. But... talking to someone. That's a good first step for replacing bad coping habits with better ones. View that as a victory. You're gonna have a lot of small ones before you start seeing the larger ones."

Franco nodded at the words. Benji was meant to be a quick fuck, someone he slept with when one of them was mad but this, this was different and it felt kind of nice. He sighed, "You know, after it all happened, I nearly quit The Serpents". He still thought he would, especially when Dare found out what he was doing, "A serpent never shows cowardice" he breathed out, "Darius found me, as cowardly as they come. No fight in me, nearly dead and covered in my own urine". He didn't know why he was saying this but he felt his eyes sting as he tried to hide the tears.

Benji placed his hand on Franco’s, gently rubbing his thumb against Franco’s knuckles. “Hey...” he said softly. “Topher was Serp for a while, and I have my opinions on it, but I also know that it’s a family. And you deserve to have a family.” He paused there. Wanting to stress that statement. 

“Also, you didn’t show cowardice. You lived. You lived through something that is the work of most people’s deepest nightmares. And you know what? You refused to let that defeat you. You worked yourself up from one of the lowest, scariest points that I honestly can’t even imagine. And sure, you’re not finished yet, and recovery takes time, but if you really think that refusing to let this defeat you shows anything besides unparalleled strength and bravery…” he shook his head, then grabbed Franco’s hand, moving his head to try to meet the man’s eyes. “Then let me say it for you: You are brave, Franco. You. Are. Brave.”

Franco had heard this all before. Hell, even Darius had said it too him many times both when he was in hospital and when he'd gotten out and very nearly quit the Serpents but, it didn't make it better. It didn't make him want to stop numbing the pain. He shook his head, trying to rid his face of all emotion, "What happened to me, I would never even wish on my worst enemy but yeah, I did fight and I did come back from it but I wouldn't call it brave, I'd call it survival" he finished. He dropped his gaze to their hands, "Can we talk about something else now?"

Benji nodded, not taking his hands off Franco's. "We can talk about something else, sure. But I wanna say one more thing: It's not just survival. It's survival of the fittest." 

 When Benji finished his sentence, the waiter came and dropped off their food, leaving Benj to give a delighted "Oo!". He didn't eat Italian food much, but this food did look particularly good. "Y'know, Italian was a good idea. Although, Greek is good too." he teased.

Franco watched as the waiter brought their food over and looked longingly at his plate. He hadn't eaten properly in days, forgoing  food for his other addictions. He looked next to the plate and saw the rose, "Greek is OK, but nothing beats a proper Italian". He picked up the rose, "This, was a really cute addition. "

Benji smiled, a slight blush apparent on his face. "I wanted to be a gentleman... Besides, you're worth it," he added, his voice barely audible.

Franco couldn't help the smirk that spread across his face at Benji's words. He bit his lip and scoffed, "I'm worth it?" he asked, "Man, I never I thought I'd hear you say that. And to think, I set out tonight tonight to get you all riled up".

Benji ducked his head, a blush apparent on his face. "Something like that..." he murmured. At Franco's next statement, Benji tilted his head. "Really?" he questions, "Why?"

Franco shrugged his shoulders, taking a bite of his food, his eyes fluttering at the incredible taste, "I just assumed this was some joke" he began to explain, "Like you didn't really want to date me you were just trying to fill a gap so I was gunna push you until you wanted to fuck again".

Benji shrugged. "I mean... I guess I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to fill a gap. I definitely do want to get over Toph, and wanting to get over him definitely was a deciding factor on considering asking you out, but..." he took a breath, his voice low but serious, "I decided to approach the date with an open mind and really go on a date with you. And I'm glad I did. You're... you're more than I gave you credit for."

Franco laughed, shaking his head, "Please for the love of God get that impression out of your head" he said, his eyes never leaving Benji's face, "I am and always will be an absolute asshole but I'm trying my hardest to behave at the moment".

~*~*~*~*~

Kink warning: Semi-public, foreplay/over-the-clothes rubbing, footsie/foot play, domination, teasing; ‘blink-and-you’ll-miss-it’ versions of the following: begging.

"I'm an asshole too, Franco. You know that. You act like you can't be an asshole and still be an okay person." He took a bite of his food before smiling and gently running his foot down Franco's leg, the tablecloth covering the view. "...Who said you had to behave?"

Franco smirked but his eyes widened a little when he felt Benji under the table. He looked around the restaurant and raised an eyebrow at him, "Dude, what are you doing?" he asked, he wouldn't lie, this was hot but he'd never been so public about anything.

Benji shrugged, trailing his foot higher up Franco's leg. "You said you were trying to behave. I'm showing you you don't have to," he whispered, eating casually while his leg did the opposite under the tablecloth. "If you hate it, just tell me."

Franco felt his eyes flutter a little, "I meant trying not to make you angry" he explained, taking a bite of his food, "But this, I think I'm quite enjoying it" he breathed, his hand reaching up and messing with the bandana around his neck, it making him feel a bit hot under the collar.

Benji smirked, finally putting his foot down. "Y'know, you don't have to make me angry. You could just like... call me," he whispered. "Are you okay?" he questioned, tilting his head.

Franco bit his lip and nodded, "I just assume you did the calling" he breathed out. He nodded, "Why wouldn't I be? I'm just, this is hot".

"Just wanted to check," he whispered, lifting up his fork to take another bite. As he did, he lifted his foot and trailed it up Franco's leg and to his crotch, gently brushing against it.

Franco went to take another bite of his food but he felt Benji's foot brush against his crutch and he dropped his fork, looking around, "Fuck" he whispered under his breath, "This is good".

"Franco..." Benji hummed, slowly moving his foot up and down Franco's length. "Something wrong?" he teased.

Franco took a deep breath as he ate another bite of his dinner, "You aren't playing fair Benji" he breathed

"You said you wanted to rile me up," he whispered, his foot moving painstakingly slow, "Now it's my turn."

Franco gulped his hands gripping the edge of the table, "I wanted to make you angry so you'd fuck me. I didn't plan to give you a boner at the dinner table".

"Oh, I will. Don't worry," he replied, his foot moving a little faster, "I'm just reminding you who's in charge first." 

At that moment, he pressed his full foot against Franco's crotch and gently rocked it. "Trying to get me worked up so you get what you want... Bad boy, Franco," he reprimanded, still appearing just be simply eating his food.

Franco took another deep breath, as he tried to eat another bite, "Always in charge" he whispered as he ate. Franco gripped the table hard trying to stop the audible gasp leaving his lips, "I'll literally do whatever you want" he breathed, "Anything" he practically begged as he bit down on his lip, his eyes never leaving the table.

"Well, it sounds like you finally learned how to beg, so I won't make you do that," he purred, going back to simply tracing Franco's length with his toes. "Apologize for being a bad boy--" he picked up the pace a bit-- "then I'll massage your little problem away and we can finish our date normally," he smirked, "minus your pants being a little sticky."

Franco nodded, "I'll still do anything" he whispered. He gulped and bit his lip, "I'm sorry I was bad" he breathed out, "I can't help it around you".

"You will later," Benji assured, starting to rock his full foot against Franco's crotch again. He gradually picked up the pace as he talked. "But we were having such a nice, wholesome date, and I wanna get back to that, so let's fix your little problem," he teased, rocking even faster.

Franco gripped the table even harder as he dropped his head to his chest and bit down on his lip as he felt himself cum in his pants. His cheeks flushed red from how quickly he'd been able to release, "Fuck Benji".

Benji smirked and took a bite of his food, finally setting his foot back down. "What do you say?"

Franco took a bite if this food and sip of his drink, "Thank you" he breathed out, his eyes looking down at his plate

~*~*~*~*~

Benji was about to go back to eat his food as normal when he noticed Franco looking down. "...Was it too much?" asked, his tone nervous.

Franco shook his head, "No it was just a first for me. I've never done anything in public like that".

Benji frowned. "I should've asked earlier. I'm sorry. I just... got worked up," he admitted. "I won't do it again."

Franco laughed, "I thought your were just showing me who is boss" he muttered taking another bite of food

Benji smiled, holding back a small laugh himself. "Fine. Maybe I was showing you who's boss because you succeeded in getting me worked up again..." he set down his fork to look at him. "Seriously though: if you never want me to do that again, tell me."

Franco smiled over at Benji, "Look, if I'd wanted you to stop I'd have told you too" he admitted, "But it was hot Benji"

"Good," Benji replied, a smile stuck on his face. "HaShem... You really know how to push my buttons, don't you?"

Franco took another bite of his food and shrugged his shoulders, "I didn't even try this time" he said, a cocky smirk on his face, "Hell what would you have done if I'd tried"

"We probably would've had to get the food to-go," he half-joked, picking at his food while he talked. "I'm having a great time."

Franco laughed a little and nodded, "Yeah well, this Definitely is not how I expected this evening to do" he smiled. He noticed, his hands were shaking, his cravings, although there weren't as strong as they normally were, "I'm having a good time too".

Benji couldn't help but smile, happy to hear Franco was getting something out of this too. "So," Benji started, taking another bite of his food before continuing. "We've had the serious stuff. We've had the--" he cleared his throat--"stuff. Now we have to talk about something fun! Tell me something about you that I wouldn't know. Like, for me, I speak three languages."

Franco smiled back and nodded, "It's crazy but for a moment there, you kind of made me forget" he admitted. He didn't know how it had happened but it had. He thought about the question, "Erm, not really that much to tell about me. You know I box. Maybe that I actually have a sister".

"You do?" Benji asked, legitimately curious. "How come I've never heard of her?" After a second, he batted the question away. "Wait no. I asked for something about you. I wanna hear something about you."

Franco nodded, "Yeah Isabella Del Rio" he smiled, "I don't talk about her cause I don't have contact with her". He sighed and shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know Benji, I can't think of anything you don't know about me" he said, but it was lie, he could admit to the drugs here but he really didn't want to.

Benji squinted dramatically at Franco, unable to completely remove the smile from his face. "So you're telling me: I'm supposed to just leave this date without hearing one fun thing about you that I couldn't already guess?" He picked up his glass and playfully said, "Hmm. Guess this isn't going as well as I thought," before taking a large sip.

Franco sighed, "Erm,I don't know. Would it counts if I told you I used to be a sugar boy" he said turning his head away, embarrassed. He heard Benjis last words and couldn't stop the disappointment on his face, "I'm sorry".

Benji was about to comment on Franco's bombshell, but stopped short when he saw Franco's face. "Franc... I was teasing you," he clarified, setting his cup back down. "Don't apologize to me. I'm having a great time." With that out of the way, he turned his attention back to the bombshell at hand: "You used to be a sugar baby?! Why?"

Franco breathed a sigh of relief, "Yeah sorry I just, didn't want to disappoint you" he smiled. He bit his lip and looked down at the table, his cheeks red with embarrassment, "I just liked being brought nice things and having sex every once in a while".

Benji bit his lip and played with the food on his plate, staying silent for a moment while he thought. After what felt like an eternity, he finally replied: "I could... do that for you. At least semi-nice things. But... not because I want a power dynamic. Just... because I like talking and spending time with you ...and doing other things with you. ...even if you rile me up," he added, his voice barely audible.

Franco smirked and shook his head, "That was a while back" he admitted, "I mean it was nice to have money and food and stuff but the kinky stuff he liked, the idea of it now freaks me out a little. I mean, I can cope with hands pining me down but everything else, after the kidnapping, I just can't".

Benji nodded, not taking his eyes off his plate of food. "I'll keep that in mind..." he said softly, wanting to at least acknowledge what Franco said. In an attempt to turn the conversation back to a more positive note, he smiled and said, "did you know there's a dating website to find sugar daddies now? It's called, like, 'A Sugar Daddy For Me dot com' or something... And that wasn't even the weirdest dating website I found."

Franco smiled and laughed, "I bet you signed up right away" he joked, "I'm lucky that I've not needed dating websites to hook up with people".

Benji smirked. "Yup. You know me so well." He shrugged slightly, "hookups are nice. And easy to find. The only time you'll need a dating app for more hookups is if you get bored with the guys you're already hooking up with."

Franco laughed, "I got you and I got Aaron Hummel, I'm not getting bored any time soon" he smiled, eating more of his food

"And don't forget that you're not done with me tonight yet," he whispered, giving a flirty smile.

Franco smiled and nodded, "Yeah, the night is still very young" he breathed. It was this moment he felt his hands start to shake again and he moved them back under his legs, "This food is good, been a while since I enjoyed a good meal".

Benji looked down at his meal, then back up at Franco. "I agree. I'm not huge on Italian food usually, but even I'll admit that this is particularly good." He lowered his voice slightly before continuing, "I'll bring you new tupperwares of food later tonight when I get back to campus, okay?"

Franco smiled and nodded, "I appreciate the food" he said, "It's been a long adjustment coming from a family with some money to having literally nothing".

Benji couldn't help but frown slightly; he had forgotten to check in with Franco around the time that the stash of food he brought him was supposed to run out and he felt guilty. How long have Franco been going hungry? "Whenever you need more, just call me, okay? You don't have to wait for me to remember."

Franco shrugged his shoulders, "It's not like I’ve starved Benji" he said, "I have the money to buy bread and things like that". He continued to eat and smiled, "This is just a massive rarity".

"Well..." he looked down at his plate, not really enough food left to use as something to play with as he thought. "...Maybe this could happen again?"

Franco finished his food and nodded, "I'm not really the dating kind of guy but, sure... I'd love to date you again".

Rachel: arrives at the Knickerbocker at 2:50, getting the keys to her room, and letting them bring up her backs. She felt confident, mostly because she was prepared and so ready for this to happen. She only hopes he's who he seems to be and not some sham though she knows it could go both ways- though she's more than confident in her abilities to please, be naughty, and be the good girl she's supposed to be- of course that meant she'd need a punishment to remind her of her place and how she's meant to act, but she knows it is all apart of the appeal. She tips the man who sets her bags down in front of the door and with a soft thank you Rachel made her way into the room. Of course she'd seen pictures but it was bigger and more beautiful than she could have imagined. It would be the perfect room to explore in and she stripped down to her underwear and grabbed her toiletry bag before rushing to the bathroom to shower. The tiny brunette stood naked in front of the mirror as she styled her hair and when she felt happy with how it looked she walked back into the bedroom area and slipped on her white lingerie- to add to the good girl appeal. She had carefully picked out her hairstyle, her outfit, and how she'd be when he opens the door. Rachel had given strict instructions to prince-seduction and the person at the front desk. Of course it didn't mean he'd listen but if all went as planned he'd be escorted up and let in. In fact he'd be let in any minute and with a last flip of her hair over her shoulder Rachel sits herself in the middle of the bed, legs crossed at the ankle a small smile on her face as she waited.

Sebastian had been purposely putting off meeting the girl he met online, partly because he was a bit wary, partly because he wanted her to want him even more. He had never met anyone on a website like FetLife and although he didn't feel unsafe, he did have an odd feeling about the meet up. It could potentially be awkward; he knew she wasn't overly experienced in the "FetLife genre" and neither was he, but what if she turned out to be inexperienced in sex all together? He wasn't in this to take someone's virginity or to help them get back at an ex; he was in it for a good time and he hoped that that's what it would be. As he's escorted to the room, he hikes a duffel bag over his shoulder and adjusts the sleeve of his coat, heart racing a little in excitement. As they arrive, the employee hands Sebastian a key and he waits until he's out of sight before slipping it into the slot, unlocking the door, and pushing it open. His eyes immediately fall on the girl on the bed, eyes running up her body, taking in her appearance. Clearly it was the same girl in the pictures and he holds back a sigh of relief knowing he hadn't been catfished. As the door falls shut behind him, he sees her face and his brows furrow. "Don't I know you?"

Rachel: hears the beep of the lock and she tenses a bit, her nerves shaking her to the core. Her breathing techniques she learned in yoga come in handy and she calms herself down just as the door closes. Rachel looks up at him with dark eyes and her mouth falls open with a slight gasp. “Sebastian Smythe?” Rachel says quietly, sitting up completely, posture straightening, and her body going tense again. “You’re who I’ve been talking to?” She swallows the lump in her throat and stifles a laugh. Of course it would be someone who seems to detest her in the real world. What was she supposed to do now. “Rachel Berry.” She murmurs, realizing she hadn’t actually answered his question. “You’re going to leave aren’t you?”

Sebastian mind races, freezing in spot as he tries to place the girl's face. She says his name and he licks his lips; obviously she knows him too, and Sebastian doesn't know whether that's a good thing or not. "I..." he starts, but with the name it clicks and he shakes his head. "You're that annoying girl from Tumblr." He can't believe that out of every woman in New York City, that Rachel Berry is the one he's been sexting this whole time, and if he wasn't there to see it himself, he would never have believed it. "Yes," he responds bluntly and turns towards the door.

Rachel: flushed pink and stands from the bed. “I’m not annoying.” She says, a tone not helping her prove that. “And I don’t think you should leave.” Rachel can’t help herself and she stomps her foot her arms crossing over her chest. “I don’t think you should leave because you know I can give you what you want and I have a feeling you can do the same.” It’s a lame attempt at persuading but she can’t not get what she wants. She needs it after the week she’s had and maybe the fact that he doesn’t like her means he will be even rougher. “Please daddy?” She looks up at him through dark lashes and a slight pout.

Sebastian ignores Rachel, shaking his head. This is what he gets for trying something new online and going to pursue it. He should have just left it alone and ghosted her after she expressed wanting to meet up. He rolls his eyes and swings open the door, one foot out, before freezing at her last plead. He slowly turns his head to look over his shoulder, letting out breath. It is what he wants...

Rachel: sees him walk out but then he's looking over his shoulder and she's sure she can convince him to stay. She needed this and if he has been as busy as he's claimed he probably needed this sort of outlet too. "I know that I'm annoying and overbearing and you don't like me but I promise you it's a totally different story with a cock in my mouth." It's a dirty word and she blushes, looking down at her lap, "And there are plenty of other ways to ensure I can't talk, right?"

Sebastian told Rachel to shut up

Rachel listened because she likes being told what to do

Sebastian likes that about her.

Rachel made sure to prove to him she’s as good with her mouth as she’s insisted. 

It was nearly 10 o’clock and Quinn was finally done with her English class. It was her favorite class of the semester -creative writing, an outlet for her to be inspired and sincere. The class reminded her of how she wanted to be a journalist when she was in high school, until her father convinced her to major in something more useful to her future career in the family company -and decided on marketing instead. Quinn didn’t think much about it, and never regreted it, because working anywhere beside the Fabray corporation never crossed her mind. 

So she was feeling calm and inspired when she entered the school’s bathroom for a moment, to simply touch up her make up before heading to her next class. Quinn liked the opportunity to be alone for a while, since she couldn’t walk down a hallway without dealing with multiple people wanting something from her. Between Rush Week arrangements, her Cheerio practices and keeping her grades up, these small moments of solitude were always comforting.