Status: Workin' on gettin' the 13th chapter out there.
Changed Directions
Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Me
“So, I have another song with a good dance beat; thought you might enjoy it.” The brunette grinned with a cocked eyebrow, pulling the mic from the stand.
I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy
She cocked a hip out, running fingers down her thigh.
Just like all of my thoughts they always get a bit naughty
This drew whistles from the audience.
When I'm out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy
Can't change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me
Quinn licked suddenly dry lips, watching the woman’s hips sway.
I'm the kind of girl that girls don't like
I'm the kind that boys and girls fantasize
I'm the kind that your momma and your daddy were afraid you'd turn out to be like
I may seem unapproachable but that's only to the girls who don't have the
Right approach or ride that makes a girl like me wanna hop in and roll
The singer stepped down into the crowed, moving into the center of the floor. Pulling girls and boys alike to dance with her she placed a hand on her hat and arched back, thrusting her ample chest outward.
People think it's intimidating when a girl is cool with her sexuality I'm a 180 to the stereotype girls like staying home and being innocent
She smirked, running a hand down a girl’s neck, before moving on to another section of the dance floor. Quinn found herself pushing through the crowed to follow her; but the mass of bodies was a wall of flesh, stopping her in her attempt. Instead she prayed that the brunette would cross towards her section of the floor.
I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy
Just like all of my thoughts they always get a bit naughty
When I'm out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy
Can't change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me
My mouth never takes a holiday
I always shock with the things I say
I was always the kid in school who turned up to each class ‘bout an hour late and when it came to the girls I'd lay, I'd always pick the ones who won’t figure out that I am clearly a rebel to the idea of monogamy
The brunette was now sandwiched between two muscular guys whose hands were all over each other.
People think it's intimidating when a girl is cool with her sexuality I'm a 180 to the stereotype girls like staying home and being innocent.
I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy
Just like all of my thoughts they always get a bit naughty
When I'm out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy
Can't change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me
Sexy, sexy, sexy
She slid along a line of dancers, fingers grazing cheeks, necks and collar bones.
Naughty, naughty, naughty
She ground into a girl and pressed a searing and short kiss to her lips. The girl was in a daze as the singer pranced away.
Bitchy, bitchy, bitchy
She flipped off the crowd, drawing a roar of approval.
Me
Hopping back on the stage she tore off her hat, tossing it behind her. Her hair whipped around, sticking to her sweat soaked skin, still covering half her face and throwing the rest into shadows.
Sexy, sexy, sexy
Naughty, naughty, naughty
Bitchy, bitchy, bitchy
Me
People think it's intimidating when a girl is cool with her sexuality I'm a 180 to the stereotype girls like staying home and being innocent
Feeling two sets of arms wrap around her, Quinn tore her eyes away from the singing sex goddess long enough to see her two friends staring at her also, with unabashed lust in both their eyes.
I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy
Just like all of my thoughts they always get a bit naughty
When I'm out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy
Can't change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me
She jumped onto the dance floor again, this time dancing across it with a purpose.
I like all of my shorts to be a little too shortly
Unlike all of my girls I like them tall with money
I love all of my nights to end a little bit nasty
Can't change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me
Distracted by the provocative moves the singer was producing, Quinn didn’t notice she was coming closer until she was shoved forward, by Brittany and Santana, into her arms. The blonde was flipped around and felt the woman press into her back, hot breath running across her ear as the last words were stage whispered into her ears, causing a shudder to course through her body.
I pick my skirts to be sexy
Just like my thoughts a bit naughty
When I'm out with my girls ...bitchy
Can't change I am
Sexy naughty bitchy me
The club erupted into applause, catcalls and suggestive comments. The DJ started playing again and the two women were left alone on the edge of the dance floor.
“Well, well. The head Cheerio is as much of a Fruit Loop as her two counterparts.” Quinn sucked in a breath. The voice, raspier and more confident, was a familiar one.
“Hey, sorry to break up this moment; but I need to say that was so ho-“ Santana froze in front of the two women, who were still pressed together. Her eyes widened. “B- Berry? Holy shit!”
“Hello, Santana. Hope you and Britt liked the bathroom. I’ve learned from personal experience that it’s better to design them to be comfortable, spacious and,” she chuckled, “private.” Santana’s jaw dropped simultaneously with Quinn’s.
“Hey, Rachel!”
Rachel gave Quinn’s hips a last squeeze before releasing her to give Brittany a hug.
“Hey Britt.” She gestured towards an open corner of the bar, and began to walk over with the taller blonde.
Santana and Quinn shared an amazed glance, conveying the same thing.
Holy fuckin’ shit.
I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy
She cocked a hip out, running fingers down her thigh.
Just like all of my thoughts they always get a bit naughty
This drew whistles from the audience.
When I'm out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy
Can't change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me
Quinn licked suddenly dry lips, watching the woman’s hips sway.
I'm the kind of girl that girls don't like
I'm the kind that boys and girls fantasize
I'm the kind that your momma and your daddy were afraid you'd turn out to be like
I may seem unapproachable but that's only to the girls who don't have the
Right approach or ride that makes a girl like me wanna hop in and roll
The singer stepped down into the crowed, moving into the center of the floor. Pulling girls and boys alike to dance with her she placed a hand on her hat and arched back, thrusting her ample chest outward.
People think it's intimidating when a girl is cool with her sexuality I'm a 180 to the stereotype girls like staying home and being innocent
She smirked, running a hand down a girl’s neck, before moving on to another section of the dance floor. Quinn found herself pushing through the crowed to follow her; but the mass of bodies was a wall of flesh, stopping her in her attempt. Instead she prayed that the brunette would cross towards her section of the floor.
I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy
Just like all of my thoughts they always get a bit naughty
When I'm out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy
Can't change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me
My mouth never takes a holiday
I always shock with the things I say
I was always the kid in school who turned up to each class ‘bout an hour late and when it came to the girls I'd lay, I'd always pick the ones who won’t figure out that I am clearly a rebel to the idea of monogamy
The brunette was now sandwiched between two muscular guys whose hands were all over each other.
People think it's intimidating when a girl is cool with her sexuality I'm a 180 to the stereotype girls like staying home and being innocent.
I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy
Just like all of my thoughts they always get a bit naughty
When I'm out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy
Can't change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me
Sexy, sexy, sexy
She slid along a line of dancers, fingers grazing cheeks, necks and collar bones.
Naughty, naughty, naughty
She ground into a girl and pressed a searing and short kiss to her lips. The girl was in a daze as the singer pranced away.
Bitchy, bitchy, bitchy
She flipped off the crowd, drawing a roar of approval.
Me
Hopping back on the stage she tore off her hat, tossing it behind her. Her hair whipped around, sticking to her sweat soaked skin, still covering half her face and throwing the rest into shadows.
Sexy, sexy, sexy
Naughty, naughty, naughty
Bitchy, bitchy, bitchy
Me
People think it's intimidating when a girl is cool with her sexuality I'm a 180 to the stereotype girls like staying home and being innocent
Feeling two sets of arms wrap around her, Quinn tore her eyes away from the singing sex goddess long enough to see her two friends staring at her also, with unabashed lust in both their eyes.
I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy
Just like all of my thoughts they always get a bit naughty
When I'm out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy
Can't change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me
She jumped onto the dance floor again, this time dancing across it with a purpose.
I like all of my shorts to be a little too shortly
Unlike all of my girls I like them tall with money
I love all of my nights to end a little bit nasty
Can't change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me
Distracted by the provocative moves the singer was producing, Quinn didn’t notice she was coming closer until she was shoved forward, by Brittany and Santana, into her arms. The blonde was flipped around and felt the woman press into her back, hot breath running across her ear as the last words were stage whispered into her ears, causing a shudder to course through her body.
I pick my skirts to be sexy
Just like my thoughts a bit naughty
When I'm out with my girls ...bitchy
Can't change I am
Sexy naughty bitchy me
The club erupted into applause, catcalls and suggestive comments. The DJ started playing again and the two women were left alone on the edge of the dance floor.
“Well, well. The head Cheerio is as much of a Fruit Loop as her two counterparts.” Quinn sucked in a breath. The voice, raspier and more confident, was a familiar one.
“Hey, sorry to break up this moment; but I need to say that was so ho-“ Santana froze in front of the two women, who were still pressed together. Her eyes widened. “B- Berry? Holy shit!”
“Hello, Santana. Hope you and Britt liked the bathroom. I’ve learned from personal experience that it’s better to design them to be comfortable, spacious and,” she chuckled, “private.” Santana’s jaw dropped simultaneously with Quinn’s.
“Hey, Rachel!”
Rachel gave Quinn’s hips a last squeeze before releasing her to give Brittany a hug.
“Hey Britt.” She gestured towards an open corner of the bar, and began to walk over with the taller blonde.
Santana and Quinn shared an amazed glance, conveying the same thing.
Holy fuckin’ shit.
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Bit more Trinity salivating. Bit of Faberry. Hope it’s enough to tide you over, though I know it’s another cliffy. What can I say, I like to keep ya’ll on your toes. And really, I end the chapter when it has the feel of ending. They will probably get longer eventually, for now I have to set the stage, ya know?I will love you forever if you picked up on the Glee line references I made.
Reviews make Quinn and Rachel wanna make out, so please do review away.
Author’s Note 1: The song is Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy by Lene Alexandra and/or Tata Young:
www (dot) youtube (dot) com/watch?v=jlYJz3ruMFs
I’d suggest listening while reading, I put it on repeat as I wrote it ;)
All lyrics changes are in bold (couldn’t have her singin’ bout guys after all)
Author’s Note 2: I do not own Glee, I do not own the song Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Me, and I am a poor high school student without a job, so please don’t sue me.
Hope You Enjoyed