"It's a new year. A fresh start." Mr.

Schuester began
his opening lecture scanning the twelve faces in the
choir room. "Last year was amazing and we grew so
much, but it wasn't quiet enough. If we want to have
any chance at winning this year and cementing
ourselves as a legitimate club at McKinley, we are
going to have to work harder than we ever imagine.

When you are on stage performing together, you are

a unit, drawn together by the music, but off stage you
slip away from each other. I want to solve that
problem." The curly haired teacher turned his back
and quickly shuffled through some papers on the
piano while his students shuffled in their seats
nervously.

"Now, I know there were a lot of personal issues last

year that prevented us from becoming the cohesive
group we need to be. I hope I'm correct in assuming
we took this summer to grow from those experiences.
And that brings me to our first assignment on the
year. You will have partners."

"Bringing out the hat of fate again, Mr. Schue or do

we get to pick this time?" Finn asked giving puppy
dog eyes to the petite diva sitting next to him.

Brittany's eyes widened. "The duck…" Santana took

the eager blonde's hand, smiling to herself.

"Neither. I've chosen for you." Mr. Schuester

explained holding up a piece of paper with their
names scribbled on it. "You are to pick a song which
you can both relate to, sing it in front of the group, and
then explain what it means to the other."

The group shrugged their shoulders.

"Sounds easy?" The teacher asked reacting to their

uninterest. "Well, it's not going to be. This assignment
is to pull you out of your comfort zone and force you
to get to know one another. So without further a due,
your partners: Santana, you are with Artie. Kurt, it's
you and Mike. Mercedes with Brittany. Matt and Tina.
Quinn with Rachel. And lastly, Puck with Finn."

The room fell silent only to erupt seconds later with

twelve angry voices shouting incoherent protests of
unfairness.

"Guys! Guys! This is why I am doing this. If we are

going to become a team - a real team, we need to
move past our past. I know this is going to be a
challenge so it's not due next week. I'm giving you a
lot of time because some of you honestly know
nothing about each other."

"Mr. Schue, this isn't fair," Finn argued, throwing

glares to Puck who shared the same look of disgust.

"I understand your reluctance. But this is how it is

going to be this year. If we can't do this as a team,
then we aren't going to do it at all. So that means
anyone who chooses not to do the assignment will not
be performing with us at Sectionals."

"Mr. Schuester, I believe that you are being a bit rash

in your decisions."

"No, Rachel" the teacher interrupted. "I'm not. This is

for your own good. We have already started to touch
base with that unity. Now, we just need to work on the
details. I know some of you may find this assignment
easier than others, so as you chose your songs, let
me know. That's all I wanted to say today. I told you
this would be short. However, I want to give you some
time now to get to know each other, or relearn one
another. So…" He waved his hands indicating his
desire for the students to mingle and find their
partners.

"This so isn't fair." Finn complained looking to his

girlfriend.

Her eyes were filled with sympathy for him but she
brushed it away and beamed with her typical
optimism. "It's not, no. However, think of this as a test
of character, Finn. You may not have to forgive Noah
for what he and Quinn did to you, but I believe you
can find it within you to push past the reservations
you have and prove to Mr. Schuester that we will rise
to whatever challenge he creates in his good-
intentioned mind despite how truly unfair they are."
His expression never faltered. She lessened her grin
to a genuine smile and kissed him quickly on the lips.

"Do this for me then," she asked. "because there is no

way I can perform on that stage without you. Please,
just…try."

He lamented but stood from his seat, thrust is hands

into his pockets, and trekked to the far end of the
room. It was only then Rachel saw Quinn looking at
her. The blonde was clad in her old Cheerio's uniform
which made the diva's stomach churn with anxiety.
She was going to willingly subject herself to the
blonde's torture for the sake of stardom. No, it was not
fair, but it was necessary.

Rachel swallowed her concerns and prepared to rise

when Quinn moved first. The blonde stood and calmly
walked over to the sitting girl. The flaps of her uniform
swished as she walked, accenting the twists of her
hips and attitude in her walk. Rachel always figured
Quinn would rejoin the Cheerios after the baby
scandal, and that thought gave her nightmares over
the summer. The blonde would seek her revenge,
Rachel was sure of it.

"Quinn," Rachel politely greeted as she took Finn's

seat. Despite her attempts to hide her apprehension,
the brunettes voice quivered as she spoke her name.
The chocolate eyes scanned the tile floor and her
fingers gripped the edge of her seat until her knuckles
turned white.

"Rachel."

The brunette stopped breathing. Rachel. Not Man

hands. Not Stubbles or Treasure Trail. Not even
RuPaul, a particular favorite of the cheerleaders.

"Breathe, Rachel. I'm not going to hurt you." Quinn's

voice was light. Rachel doubted anyone else in the
room could have heard it, but she took the girls advice
and released her breath. "Better?"

Rachel nodded.

It was awkward. They sat there trying to avoid eye

contact until one would open their mouth to speak
only to shut it again. Finn and Puck weren't fairing any
better. They sat next to each other but didn't even
attempt to speak.

"I think they have the most awkward partnership."

Rachel announced trying to break the ice. "Ours is
based on an awkwardness due to our ignorance of
each other which is understandable and easily
surpassed."

Quinn slowly nodded and glanced at the pair across

the room. "And they're both my fault."
Rachel was suddenly aware of what she really said
and clinched her eyes shut, reprimanding herself
internally.

"Quinn, that's not what I -"

"But it's true. You offered me a friendship and I turned

it down. Well, ignored it more than anything. It didn't
help our situation, but it didn't exactly hurt it either."
She turned to face back to Rachel, her eyes filled with
regret. "But they were best friends and I ruined it."

"I…I don't believe you are solely to blame." The

brunette tried to comfort her, retracting her hand as
she thought better of trying to give a supportive touch.
"If I remember correctly, Noah had placed you in a
vulnerable position with his insistence of further
alcohol consumption beyond your desired limit."

"Maybe," she shrugged. "But I'm not passing blame. I

did what I did, before and after sleeping with Puck."

Awkwardness fell between them again, far more

gripping than before.

"Did…I realize this is not the most comfortable

environment for two individuals, particularly those with
our history, to allow themselves to lower defense and
become accustom to the others presences….Did you
want to, maybe, come by my house so we could talk
and decide what song would be appropriate for our
situation?"

Quinn laughed lightly. "Are you trying to tell me you

actually relax at home? Because it will be a little bit of
a challenge to let down my guard if it takes all of my
concentration to interpret your questions?"

"So, is that a yes?"

The blonde nodded. "I think it is a good idea."

Rachel beamed. The whole experience was starting

to improve. "Superb. Well, Finn is taking me home.
Perhaps you could follow, or would you rather come
by later?"

"Or I could just take you home. Unless, you and Finn
needed to-"

"No." Rachel interrupted. "I don't really think he will be

up for conversation after this experience anyway."

~~/~~~\\~~~/~~~\\~~~

"I have to stop and get a book from my locker."

Rachel motioned down the hall as she and Quinn
exited the choir room.

The blonde nodded and motioned in the opposite

direction. "I'll go get my car and meet you out front?"
"Okay."

Never in a million years had Rachel Berry ever

anticipated a moment where Quinn Fabray would
offer her a ride home; to be seen in public with her.
Granted they were being forced to get to know each
other, but the cheerleader didn't have to offer the ride.
Rachel even excused her from it.

Maybe Mr. Schuester wasn't so out of touch with

reality after all, Rachel thought to herself as she
scurried down the hall, her rolling backpack
squeaking on the tile floor behind her. It really was
dorky. She had no disillusions about the bag. But if
her body was going to be able to handle the rigorous
demands of musical theatre on Broadway for the next
several decades, she couldn't take the chance of
straining it in high school. She spent endless hours
complaining to her dads how unrealistically heavy all
of her school books were until they bought it for her.

"Hey, Freak!" A loud booming voice echoed through

the hallway as Rachel swapped her books.

Coming down the hall in full force was Karofsky,

cherry slushy in hand. Rachel had been pleasantly
surprised this had not happened earlier in the day.
Slushy facials were normally provided in full view of
the student body for the maximum amount of
embarrassment. The petite diva was naive enough to
believe she would be sparred since her relationship
with the star quarterback was now common
knowledge.

"Finn skipped out on us this afternoon for your little

gay club." The giant oaf towered over her, relishing in
her fear. "The guys think maybe you had something to
do with that. Someone said the two of you were
dating or something. But I tried to explain to them that
Finn was gay. I mean, why else would he have joined
the Gay Club." Her eyes glued to the large cup as he
rotated it in his fingers threateningly. "Then I
remembered you have a few nick names…. Man
Hands….RuPaul…. Maybe Finn can be dating you
and still be gay." He took a step closer and tightened
his grip on the cup. "Looks like you are to blame for
him bailing after all."

Rachel saw him move in slow-motion. He reeled his

arm back and prepared for the launch, giving Rachel
enough time to brace for the impact. Her eyes shut
tight, fists clinched, and breath held. She heard the
icy splat and unusual clank of the empty cup bouncing
on the tile floor. Hesitantly, she opened her eyes in
time to see the jock's expression sway from shock to
disbelief under the layer of red stained ice chips
covering his face. A hand grabbed his letterman's
jacket and turned him roughly.

"Find a new target, Karofsky!" Warned a very serious

and very pissed Quinn Fabray. "Come on Rachel."
The blonde was already halfway down the hall before
Rachel snapped out of her fog of shock. Slowly her
mouth turned upward and stretched into her typical
smile of superiority and leaned towards the slushied
jock.

"As a word of advice, which I am able to provide

thanks to the years of abuse endured at your hands:
You may want to wash off soon. The red stains."

~~/~~~\\~~~/~~~\\~~~

"You're lucky I came in to get you when I did." Quinn

remarked as Rachel fastened her seat belt. The
brunette smiled shyly.

"Why did you come back in?"

Quinn shrugged. "You were taking forever."

"Oh, sorry."

The blonde shook her head as she pulled away from

the school. "Don't apologize. It obviously wasn't your
fault."

This was truly weird now. Not only was the

cheerleader who loved to torture her giving her a ride
home, but also just saved her from a slushy facial.

"Don't…don't you worry that they will try and retaliate

tomorrow? It probably wasn't worth it… to save me. I
mean, I'm going home now anyway. No one would
have even seen me."

Quinn focused on the road and sighed. "They won't

slushy me. Santana will kick their asses. And you may
be going home, but you're doing it in my car. I don't
want to ruin the leather seats."

"Right." Why else, Rachel? She is still Quinn Fabray

and you will always be Rachel Berry. They traveled
the rest of the trip in silence except for the occasional
driving directions.

*********

The Berry household was nothing like Quinn

expected. She wasn't exactly sure what she had
expected but she didn't find it. From the moment she
walked through the front door the house screamed
comfort. The walls were painted in rich, warm colors
and plastered with countless candid photos of Rachel
and her dads smiling or in loving embraces. The air
smelt of cinnamon and fresh baked cookies that
reminded her of the Brady Bunch. It was all too
perfect to make fun of.

"Did you want anything to eat or drink?" Rachel asked

as she disappeared into the kitchen.

"Water will be fine. Thank you." Quinn really wasn't

thirsty. The answer was more reflexive as she was
lost in the pictures on the wall.

Rachel emerged with two glasses of water. "Daddy

started photography as a mild hobby a few years ago.
I am most certain he intends to cover every available
inch of wall space before he admits an obsession."

The blonde absently smiled as she took her drink

from the diva and thanked her again. "I like them.
They are very…welcoming." Rachel walked by the
photos day-in and day-out, countless times, and yet
had never really looked at them. Quinn was right. The
bright smiles did seem welcoming. "So, how do you
want to do this?" The cheerleader asked with hope
Rachel had a plan. She's Rachel, she always has a
plan. "I mean, its not everyday you are told 'Hey. Take
the person whose life you have made a personal hell
for the last couple years and bare your soul'." Quinn
had meant for the comment to soften the tension but it
only seemed to thicken it.

"Well, I had thought that it would be most productive

to start slowly, asking questions like favorites or
general knowledge. I took the liberty of jotting a few
down on the ride home." Rachel took a second to
study the cheerleader for any signs of opposition and
was pleasantly surprised to find eagerness instead.
"Follow me and we can get started. We do have a
significant amount of ground to cover in just a few
weeks."
Quinn remembered what Rachel's room looked like
from the countless MySpace videos the diva had
posted and the Cheerios publicly ridiculed. Shame
filled her as Rachel offered her a seat on her bed and
handed her the list.

"First one up: Favorite color?" Rachel asked

hesitantly. "Mine is pink obviously. I am sure most
people have noticed by now. My phone, back pack,
my computer, all pink. What about you?"

This was awkward. Quinn rubbed the palm of her

hand over her forehead trying to calm he anxiety. It
was just talking, learning each other. What was the
big deal? Except it felt forced…Well, it was forced.
"Ummm…It depends on my mood. Normally I like
yellow or pink, something warm. But there are days
those colors make me nauseous and I prefer baby
blue."

The brunette was relieved Quinn was participating no

matter how obvious she made it that she was
uncomfortable. "So I guess I can gage your moods
based upon your wardrobe from now on? I mean,
when you aren't wearing the uniform."

"Baring any mood swings," Quinn jibed. "But without

the baby messing up my hormones I am pleased to
say those are becoming rare."
It was a tension breaker.

"Second question: What is your favorite day of the

week?" Rachel asked before continuing. "I like
Saturday. You can sleep in as late as you want...if I
don't feel like doing my typical morning exercise
regiment, a rare decision but a possibility
nonetheless. You can also stay up as late as you
want because there's no school the next day, which is
the only reason I dislike Sundays. You?"

"Depends. If it was a bad week, I like Fridays. If it was

a bad weekend, I like Mondays."

"Mondays?" The brunette's voice was of pure

disbelief. "No one likes Mondays."

"I believe they just don't like to admit they like

Mondays."

Rachel furrowed her brow. "And why would one wish

to hide the fact they like Mondays?"

God! She didn't let anything drop. These were

suppose to be easy questions and while the answers
were simple, the explanations for Quinn's choices
were much more personal than Rachel's generic
ones. "Probably because admitting they like Mondays
forces the question of why. There are only a few
reasons why someone would rather be at school than
at home." Quinn hesitated. "Very few of them are
positive."

Rachel nodded in acceptance of the answer's

personal nature but was cut off when she attempted
to comment.

"What's number three?"

"Number three, of course. What is your favorite

season? Mine is winter. I know it is cliché but I truly
do believe it is a magical time of year. The falling
snows, children in snowball fights, holiday parties,
warm family gatherings, and countless opportunities
to share my passion of singing with the rest of the
world. There isn't a time of the year with more singing
than Christmas, you know."

"Christmas?" Quinn questioned. "I thought you were

Jewish?"

Rachel nodded sharply. "I am and my Dad is, but

Daddy is not. So I have the privilege of experiencing
both Christmas and Hanukkah."

"Oh,"

"What about you? Favorite season?" Rachel asked

before adding "Depends?"

Quinn smiled slightly and shook her head. "I have a

set answer for that one." Unlike Rachel, she hated the
holidays. She didn't have many warm family
gatherings. They were comprised of suit clad men
discussing whose self-righteous life was the better fit
for their father's outline of the perfect life. Woman sat
in silence or bragged about how perfect their
daughters were before running to their husband's side
to refill their glasses with the readily available alcohol
of choice.

"I like the fall. It's cool without being cold. I like the
changing colors of the trees, overcast skies, the birds,
and-"

"The birds?"

Quinn nodded. "Yeah. I like being out side and

watching them fly by as the head south for the winter,
though it does bug when they don't do it
symmetrically. You know, when there are more birds
on one side of the 'v' shape. I always wanted to push
them over to the other side with my finger so that it
was even…" Quinn realized she was rambling on a
rather odd topic by blank stare on Rachel's face. "And
I bet you thought you were the biggest dork in the
room."

Rachel laughed. "I just never would have pegged you

for a stickler for symmetry."

"Well, that is the point of this assignment, you know."

"True. Question number four?"

Quinn nodded pulling her legs underneath her,

allowing herself to get comfortable.

"This one isn't a favorite and my answer for it is

glaringly obvious, but I decided to include it to aide in
my endeavor to-"

"Rachel, what is the question?" The blonde's tone

wasn't sharp or annoyed. It remained very calm and
understanding of the verbose diva's perpetual
rambling.

"What is your dream? Mine, of course: huge

Broadway star."

The cheerleader deeply inhaled before slowly

releasing it as she thought. She didn't really know.
She had always been told what she was going to do
with her life. He dad had it all planned out: She would
attend college for a general degree, date an upper
classman, that way by the time she graduated, he
would be a successful business man; perfect for
marrying and raising a family for.

"Quinn…"

"Umm, really, I'm not aiming too high for anything

specific. All I want is to end up happy with my life…
however it turns out."
"That's…admirable. Give yourself the opportunity to
explore. That's my downfall… one of my downfalls. If I
don't make it on Broadway I don't know what I will do.
I will be crushed." It wasn't much of a confession. The
diva constantly melted down if she lost solos. For her
dream to falter, would be devastating.

"There are no worries there Rachel," Quinn placed

her hand on the girls knee before quickly retracting it.
"You were meant to be on Broadway. You can
already out perform most of the people there."

They both knew it was true, but hearing it from Quinn

Fabray made it seem more possible. If Rachel had
faith from the person who hated her the most, no one
else could stop her.

The girls continued for hours filling the house with

laughter and cries of embarrassment after jokes were
told at the other's expense before there was a knock
at the door.

"Rachel, Sweetheart, do we have company?" He

father, a small balding man with thick rimmed glasses
and a small and gentle voice, opened the door and
cautiously peeked inside.

"Yes, Dad. This is Quinn Fabray from Glee Club. We

are working on a project together."
Quinn rose from the bed and shook the short man's
hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Berry."

"You as well. Would you care to stay for diner. My

husband is just finishing up. We can set another
place."

The cheerleader shook her head. "Thank you, but I

wouldn't want to intrude."

Rachel was amazed at how poised and polite the

blonde was. She had clearly been groomed by her
parents to have a predetermined repose for ever
formality. It was very different from Rachel's
upbringing. The Berry household was a very open
place. She was allowed to speak her mind freely
without threat of reprise.

"Quinn, I insist. Call your parents and tell them you

will be staying. It's not very often we get to meet
Rachel's friends." That's because she doesn't have
any, Quinn thought. "Also, Quinn, before you object
again. Rachel inherited he stubbornness from me so
don't even try and fight it. Just call." She couldn't help
but smile and nod. After the man left she grabbed her
phone and typed a quick message.

"Is it okay with you that I'm staying? Your dad didn't
give me the opportunity to ask you."

"Of course it is, but I should warn you. My dads do

know about…"

"How horrible I've been to you?"

Rachel nodded, frowning. She had never regretted

telling her fathers until now. Then again, she never
expected the head cheerleader to be in her house, let
alone stay for dinner. She knew her Dad would
remain polite but her Daddy was much more
protective. He was going to say something.

"Well, whatever happens I will take it as Karma, but

before we go down I want to tell you something." She
placed her phone back into her bag. "I took this
summer to figure out what it is I want, or moreover,
who it is I want to be. Having the baby and dealing
with my parents…it kinda put things in perspective.
One thing I decided was there was no reason for me
to treat you like an enemy….treat you the way I have."

"That's why you stopped Karofsky?"

She nodded. "I can't take back what I've done, but I
figure I can try and prevent it from happening again.
And I know things aren't just going to be forgotten, by
you or your dads, but I… I'm not fighting this
assignment because I hope it will help me show…
help me prove that I mean it…I would like to have that
friendship you once offered me. If the offer still
stands."
For a second the Rachel Berry's world had stopped.
There was an apology. There was an understanding.
And now, there was an offer of friendship. Rachel only
had one real friend, Finn, and he didn't technically
count because she was dating him. Rachel Berry was
just offered her first ever friendship.

"I would like that. I appreciate you honesty and

maturity. Now, lets go eat. I am famished."

~~/~~~\\~~~/~~~\\~~~

"Hi Daddy. I didn't ever hear you two get home let
alone cook dinner." Rachel stood on her tiptoes to
give the tall man a kiss on his cheek.

"We didn't want to disturb you. You sounded like you

were having a good time. But with who, is the
question." The man turned to greet Quinn, waiting for
an introduction from his daughter. He seemed much
more playful in personality than his husband but the
blonde saw a flicker of uncertainty in the brunettes
eyes as she moved to Quinn's side, she figured he
must also be more assertive.

"Daddy, this is Quinn from Glee." His smile remained

warm but fell in height.

"It's nice to meet you Mr. Berry." Quinn's mouth ran

dry and her heart's pace quickened as the man's eyes
fixated coldly to hers.
"Please, it's Michael." He turned his attention back to
the stove. Rachel tried to give the cheerleader an
apologetic look but was waved off. Quinn deserved
the cold shoulder, it hurt, but she deserved it. She
knew she deserved much worse.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Quinn directed

the question to the shorter man as he set a stack of
plates and silverware onto the table.

"Could you help Rachel set the table?" She nodded,

eager for anything to keep her busy.

"Did you call home and let your folks know you were
eating with us yet?" He motioned to the phone on the
wall.

"Yes, sir. I texted my mom to let her know." She

didn't. She had actually texted Santana to warn her
about Karofsky. There was no point to text her mom.
While Judy Fabray had originally doted on her
returning daughter in attempts to make up for the
years of emotional abandonment, it all felt wrong.
Eventually the two women simply kept to their own
lives and schedules, rarely interfered with one
another. Quinn figured the less her mother knew
about Rachel's family and their lifestyle, the better off
the men would be.

"Alright. Dinner is served." Michael announced as he

placed the food on the table. "So, girls, what is this
assignment about? How did you two end up partners
for it?"

Rachel shifted in her sit and Quinn knew she was

preparing for a speech. "Well, Daddy, though my
initial opinions on the assignment bordered on the
words such as vicious and torturous, I have grown to
understand Mr. Schuester's intentions and applaud
him on undertaking such a take. He intends to bridge
the social gap and gain unity on and off the stage."

"I see." Michael replied before turning to the blonde.

"So did you two choose to be partners?"

Quinn set her fork on her plate and placed her hands
in her lap. "No, sir. Mr. Schue selected all the
partners."

"He feels that our history is…surpass able, and that

we could gain something from an understanding of
one another." Rachel added, hoping to pull the prying
man's attention away from Quinn. Her Dad notice her
attempts.

"So do you simply take time to get to know each

other, or is there music involved? I mean, we are
talking about Glee Club."

"Well, once we become acquainted with each other,

Mr. Schue wants us to pick a song we can both relate
to and then explain it." Quinn explained.

"Seems a bit one-sided to me." Michael retorted

looking down to his plate.

"How so?" his husband asked.

"Well, we have heard of Quinn from Rachel, therefore

Rachel is already familiar with her. However, I find it
difficult, from those same stories, to believe Quinn
knows anything substantial about Rachel."

Quinn bit her bottom lip, Rachel fumed, and her dad,
Joshua clinched his jaw.

"Actually, Daddy, I found today that I know very little

about Quinn. This will be a learning experience for
both of us."

Michael raised his hands in surrender.

"Anyway, moving on." his husband urged. "How were

classes? Do you two have any together?"

Quinn faked a smile and nodded, allowing Rachel to

answer. "Classes were as they always are on the first
day back. Teachers lecture on what they expect from
us but never teach. It is all rather boring. We do have
several classes together: Spanish, Chemistry, Trig,
and…"
"…speech" Quinn offered.

Both men laughed. "Rachel, Honey, why are you

taking speech? We all know you have no fears about
speaking." Quinn tried to hide her genuine smile at
the joke in fear Michael would see it as her mocking
the brunette. But he saw anyway.

"Are those the close you wore to school today,

Rachel? You did wonders of cleaning them up this
time."

Rachel sank slightly in her seat as she remembered

her perfect record of ruined school close on the first
day of every school year. This year was her only
slushy free school year start. But she quickly regained
her composure and straightened in her seat. "I didn't
need to clean them off today, Daddy. I was not
slushied."

Joshua beamed. It initially made Quinn happy to see

what an effect it had on Rachel's adoring fathers, but
that quickly faded with the understanding that she
was normally responsible for their heartache.

"So I guess dating Finn really has helped, huh?"

Rachel slumped again. "Well…no. I was going to get

slushied today." she admitted, "because I was dating
Finn. He chose Glee rehearsal over something with
football and they blamed me. So after rehearsal,
Karofsky cornered me at my locker." Quinn glue her
eyes on the brunette as she retold her story but she
felt Michael's glares burning at her face.

"But he didn't throw it?" Joshua asked confused.

"He did but… somehow, I'm not entirely sure how,

Quinn intervened. All I know is when I opened my
eyes Karofsky was covered in the slushy, not me."
The men's eyes widened with surprise. "Quinn then
informed him that he needed to find a new target for
his insecurities."

"Why?" Michael asked flatly.

"Why, what, Daddy?"

"Why did you stop him, Quinn? I mean, aren't you the
one whose normally encouraging these attacks?"

Joshua placed his hand on top of his husbands. "I

don't care why. We should simply be thankful she did.
That's all that matters."

"I am thankful, but I still want to know why she's finally

decided to be civil. Why did you stop him?"

"Michael!"

"Daddy!"
"Because she didn't deserve it." Quinn's voice was so
small the only reason she knew they heard her was
the bickering stopped.

"But she deserved it all those other times?"

Some of them. "I…I…"

Rachel grabbed the blonde's hand. "Quinn you don't

have to explain yourself. It's the past." Joshua nodded
in agreement. Obviously Rachel inherited his forgiving
nature as well.

"No she doesn't, but she can if she wants." Michael

pushed. "I'm very interested in knowing." He had a
valid concern for his daughter. Quinn admired it. She
wished her father could have been more like him.
Willing to stand up and fight for his daughter when
she wouldn't even fight for herself. That's a dad.

"I just…I…actually, I should go…" She stood up from

the table trying to hold back the tears burning her
eyes.

"Quinn…" Rachel grabbed tighter on her arm and

stood with her. She had just gotten the girl as a friend,
she didn't want to lose her now.

Quinn hesitated. "It's okay." She looked the brunette

in the eyes. "It's okay. I'll…I'll see you at school
tomorrow." Rachel saw for the first time the deepness
of Quinn's eyes. There were other issues playing on
her mind. "Thank you Mr. and Mr. Berry. The food
was wonderful. I hope you all have a good evening."
Quinn slowly pulled away as Rachel lessened her
grip. "It's okay." she whispered one more time before
calmly walking out of the house, but practically
running to her car.

"Michael, I cannot believe you."

"It was a valid question. That girl has made Rachel's

life hell at school. I cannot act like she is welcome
here."

Rachel stormed off to her room, more embarrassed

and upset at her father than she ever had been with
Quinn.

"Valid or not, it was not the time nor the place."

Joshua placed the dirty dishes in the sink. "And just
so we are clear, the couch is yours tonight."

**************

"Do you have my number?"

Rachel jumped at the suddenness of the voice. Her

head whipped back and connected with her locker
door with a deafening clank. The brunette grasped at
the back of her head as it throbbed but touched soft
skin instead of hair, and her eyes snapped open to
see Quinn wincing in imaginary pain, her hand under
Rachel's on the back of her head.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Are you okay?"

Quinn checked for blood before pulling her hand
away.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I…I…" The brunette stammered. "I

didn't think you would want to talk to me after what
happened last night."

The cheerleader's eyes fell to the ground. "It wasn't

your fault. I deserved it. It wasn't even what your dad
was saying…it was…" She shook her head and
waved the thought away. "Do you have my number? I
got to thinking last night that you might not, and it
could be useful to have for the assignment."

Quinn really was trying. Rachel could see it and

couldn't stop herself from smiling at the blonde's
improvements. Rachel opened her mouth to respond
but words failed her as she caught sight of Karofsky
over Quinn's shoulder, looking for revenge. Quinn
turned to see him only a few steps away when
Santana's voice called him to a stop.

"Karofsky? What the hell do you think you are doing?

I know you aren't thinking about throwing that at Q.
Because if you were, I would have to mess up your
already screwed up face. And I don't want to take the
chance of making you look better."
He shouldered the Latina away. "Back off Lopez. She
has this coming." He argued, pulling his arm back for
the launch. As he lifted the cup, Santana's hand hit
the bottom, arching it up into his face. Rachel could
only imagine that is what Quinn had done yesterday.

"Congratulations, Karofsky. You now have two

slushies under your belt. Keep it up and you'll be
giving Berry a run for the title." Santana announced as
she wiped the slushy splatter off her hands onto his
jacket.

"What the hell. Are you kidding me?"

The Latina narrow her eyes and dropped all sarcasm

from her voice. "Do I look like I'm kidding, Dumbshit?
Don't ever try to pull that crap again or you'll become
everyone's new favorite target since Berry is now
apparently off limits. Now move!"

"Thanks, San."

"Don't mention it, Q. You just better have my back if

this turns around to bite me in the ass." Rachel
watched in disbelief as the cheerleader escorted the
jock down the hall, parading her handiwork.

"See. I told you she would have my back. Now, back

to my number." Quinn stole the pink phone from the
stunned diva's locker and entered her number.
"I thought you two hated each other…like frienemies."
Rachel remarked as she watched the blonde type
away. "I thought she would love the opportunity to
watch you falter in status."

Quinn closed the phone and handed it back to

Rachel. "At one time, yes. But we have recently come
to an understanding of what we want and how we can
both achieve it. I get the title of Head Cheerleader,
she gets to have the bitchy, superior attitude, and we
have each other's backs so we both get the respect."

When Quinn first convinced Coach Sylvester to take

her back on the squad, Santana was beyond pissed.
She couldn't stand to think of another year under
Quinn's thumb, as just one of the blonde's henchmen.
Not when she had finally gotten a taste of the very top
after Quinn's downfall last year. But when Santana
met the new Quinn Fabray, her thoughts shifted
slightly. Quinn no longer made the snide remarks
every time the Latina tried to make a suggestion or
scolded her for attempting a moment in the spotlight.
The new Quinn offered to share it in exchange for
mutual security.

"I see.." Rachel now realized the cheerleader was

reevaluating all of her relationships, a very large
undertaking.

"So, were you wanting to work on our assignment this

afternoon as well?"

Rachel nodded. "Although, I should probably mention

my dads hold a book club meeting at our house on
Tuesdays. Would we be able to do this at your
house? If we can't I fully understand. I just don't
particularly like interfering with a group of overly
opinionated individuals."

"Don't like the competition?" Quinn jibed.

"Honestly, no. I find it quite exhausting to try and

contend with multiple foes. I have this inability to-"

Quinn put a hand up to stop any potential rambling.

"It's fine. Do you need a ride?" Rachel nodded. "Then
I'll see you after school. I'm parked in the North Lot."

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

Rachel stood just inside the door way of Quinn's

massive home. "Wow, Quinn. Your home is…is…"

"Daunting?" she offered. Rachel could only nod as

she took in her surroundings. Dark walls layered with
floral print wallpaper stretched from the pristine
hardwood floors to the towering cathedral ceilings.
The furniture was old fashion and appeared highly
uncomfortable, requiring perfect posture to sit on.
Along the walls were elegantly carved china closets
displaying the family's most expensive dinning wear
that Rachel was almost certain had never been used,
and a single portrait of the family. Hand painted and
formally posed, the painting depicted Quinn's father
standing tall and proud, towering over the three sitting
women , each with a demure smile upon their lips.

"My room is upstairs." Quinn guided the shell-shocked

diva to her room. Thankfully Quinn's bedroom was a
little less intimidating. It was littered with Cheerios
memorabilia: uniforms, pompoms, trophies, and
pictures. All the red and white made Rachel feel more
like she was at school than the White House.

"I'm going to change out of my uniform. Make yourself

at home…as much as you can." Quinn offered,
knowing that if she felt out of place in her own home,
Rachel surely did.

The brunette took her time gazing around the room at

all the pictures: Quinn with Santana and Brittany,
some of her and Finn, even some of her and Puck.
There were group photos from cheerleading
competitions and a collection of movie tickets pinned
to the wall, and medals dangling from the corners of
her vanity. Tucked in the bottom corner of the mirror
was a photo of the Glee Club taken just before
Regionals. Rachel found herself smiling at the picture.
She was proud to be part of something that someone
like Quinn Fabray would deem worthy enough to
place in her room.
"It's a good picture." Quinn stated as she entered the
room again.

Rachel turned to the cheerlead who started to unpack

her bag. Her breath caught in her throat. She had
known Quinn worked out over the summer to reclaim
her pre-pregnancy body but she had truly outdone
herself. Rachel's eyes survey the blonde's short
shorts that fit her curves perfectly and her fitted shirt
that clung in just the right spots.

"You okay?" Quinn asked with a worried expression.

Rachel tore her eyes away from the cheerleader and

threw her gaze around the room again. "Yeah, I was
just thinking about what questions we haven't covered
yet." Sure she was. Questions like: Can I grab your
ass? Out of all the girls in school Quinn Fabray was
the one that could turn any girl gay. Rachel had
overheard rather racy conversations in the gym locker
room over the years about how much girls admired
her beauty and how far they would be willing to go
with her if they ever had the chance. Rachel couldn't
help but agree, but that didn't make her gay. In
McKinley High's rule book, that just made you human.

"What about this game I use to play with Santana and

Brittany." Quinn suggested taking a seat on her bed.
"It's called 'Have You Ever', except we will skip the
alcohol…for tonight at least." She added with a smirk.
"You just ask questions like: Have you ever…been
drunk?"

The diva sat down on Quinn's bed eager to be

distracted. "Okay. No I haven't. Have you?"

Quinn laughed in her face. "Rachel, do you remember

anything about last year?"

"Oh," Rachel blushed "You would be referring to the

whole getting drunk off of wine coolers and getting
pregnant, wouldn't you. Yeah, I remember that. Okay
then, have you ever smoked?"

"No. I hate smokers." Rachel nodded in agreement.

Not only could if prove disastrous for your health but it
could very well destroy a singing voice. "So you have
never been drunk, but have you at least had a drink?
I'm not talking about at weddings or New Years."

Rachel shook her head. "I've never really had the

opportunity." She had never been to a party or hung
out at someone's house, experiencing the normal but
not always legal high school experience like her
peers. He nights were spent at home perfecting her
craft and watching movies with her dads.

"Well, my new friend, we just may have to fix that. I

think you would be a very interesting drunk to be a
round. A real free spirit."

The brunette smile shyly. "I don't know. I could be

tempting fate and wake up pregnant. It could be a
Glee Club curse."

"Never." Quinn assured her. "It would be a completely

guy free zone. Not a possibility. It could be a one time
thing if you wanted. But I think you would enjoy letting
lose a little bit. Trust me."

"Maybe." Rachel teased the idea.

"Oh come on. We could so do it this weekend. I could

get Santana and Brittany to come over and then this
'Have You Ever' game would get really interesting
because they have done everything. What do you
say? Ask your dads if you can sleep over here Friday
night. Mom is heading out of town to visit my aunt so
it would be perfect."

Rachel contemplated the idea. She wasn't so

opposed to experiencing the drunken state as she
was about the company. "If I am to become such the
free spirit as you imagine, I'm not entirely sure I would
want to do so around Santana. She would use
anything embarrassing against me at school. I would
be supplying her with ammunition."

Quinn scoffed. She would have agreed if it wasn't for

her and the diva's new found friendship. Quinn had
taken a liking to the argyle wearing diva so Santana
would have to follow suite. "No she won't. And if she
tries, I know several rather damaging secrets you can
use revenge. What do you say?"

Rachel pondered the offer again. The girls' history

screamed to Rachel telling her to turn the offer down,
but the diva saw a genuineness in Quinn's eyes. She
believed Quinn would stand up for her. "Okay. Friday
night."

"Yes." Quinn pumped her fist in victory. "I get to see

Rachel Berry drunk."

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

Friday Night:

"Alright now, Mama's got the goodies." Santana called

through the large, empty house as she set several
clanking bags onto the counters in Quinn's kitchen.

"Me too!" chimed Brittany as she added another.

Rachel's pleasant expression slowly faded to a blank

stare as she took in the mountains of various
alcoholic beverages.

"No backing out now, Berry." Warned Santana.

"You're going to get shit-faced tonight whether you
like it or not."

Brittany bounced over to the doubtful brunette and

threw her arm around her shoulders playfully. "Relax,
Rach. Tonight is all about having fun. No school, no
parents, no boys. All fun."

To say Rachel felt out of place would be a gross

understatement. Not only was she surrounded by the
very girls who tormented her relentlessly most of her
life, but they obviously had experienced nights like
these before.

"Ladies," Quinn called for their attention

ceremoniously, grinning mischievously as she
descended the stairs. "It is with great honor and much
anticipation, I present to you…The shot glasses!" from
behind her back she produced four small glasses with
various sexual innuendos printed across them and the
room roared in applause and cheering.

"So to make this interesting…Hey, Berry! Your

attention is needed here." Santana snapped her
fingers and pointed to her own face, drawing Rachel
attention away from the newly arrived blonde. "Like I
said. To make things interesting we start right off the
bat with two shots, then we start the games. You do
know who to take a shot right?"

Rachel looked confused. "You drink it…?"

"All of it at once, Rach." Brittany whispered.

"Right. Here." Santana poured the first round.

"Bottoms up!" All four girls threw their drinks back.
Quinn winced at the burn while Rachel coughed and
sputtered uncontrollably.

"Rookies. It comes with practice, Berry. No Worries.

Number two!" The Latina refilled the small glasses
and they were emptied with the same effects. "Now,"
she said lifted her glass in the air. "To the living
room!"

"To the living room!" Echoed the two blonde's

mimicking Santana's gesture. Rachel followed a few
steps behind, realizing this night was already the most
memorable evening of her high school life.

An hour and a half later the quartet was heavily

immersed in the game. The count: Rachel,4. Quinn,
5. Brittany, 8. Santana, 10. Rachel already felt her
reflexes slowing and shuddered thinking the night had
just begun.

"Okay. My turn." Quinn slurred slightly. "Have you

ever…gone for a 'joy ride'?"

"Like stealing a car?" Rachel asked disbelieving as

Santana upended her drink,

"Oh, chill out Berry. I returned it when I was done.

They didn't even realize it was gone."

"My turn! My turn!" Brittany clapped her hands

together and immersed herself deep in thought, or
deep for her standards. "Oh! Okay. Have you ever
done the dirty standing up?"

Santana and Brittany both took their drinks before

Santana objected belatedly. "That's not fair. We have
the Jewish Nun and Little Miss One-time-and-I'm-
pregnant over there."

Rachel scoffed in a playful show of disgust. "I am not

all that nun-like, I will have you know."

"Sure, whatever you say Sister Mary Berry. Anyway,

my turn." The Latina thought long about this question
gazing slowly around the room before stopping at
Quinn's hazel eyes. Their eyes fixed and a sly smile
crept across the brunette's lips. "Have you ever made
out with a girl?"

"I knew you were going to ask that. I knew it."

Shouted Quinn as all three cheerleaders emptied their
glasses. Rachel let out a puff of breath she hadn't
realized she was holding. Quinn shrugged her
shoulders. "Get a group of hormone filled girls in a
room with alcohol and you never knew what will
happen."

Rachel raised an eyebrow curiously, knowing that

Quinn's explanation of her gayish escapades was no
different then the situation they were currently in. "I
know you said I wouldn't have to worry about finding
myself with child at the conclusion of this evening.
However, you never mentioned your drunken
tendencies to sway to those of the same sex."

Santana pursed her lips and sneered to the girl. "Oh,

please, Berry. Like knowing there was a chance
Quinn might try and get in your pants would have
actually stopped you from coming." The shorter girls
mouth flew open in protest but no intelligible words fell
out. Rachel assured herself that her verbal defenses
were simply hindered by the alcohol and pure shock
of the Latina's forwardness. "Relax. We need to get
you drunk. That stick is still halfway up your ass."

"My turn!" Brittany cried again.

"No it's not." Rachel tried to argue but was cut off by a
death stare from the other brunette.

Quinn placed a reassuring hand on the diva's arm.

"What Brit wants, Brit gets." she explained.

"Have you ever worn argyle?"

"Good one Babe." Santana cooed as she pecked

Brittany on the lips in reward. Rachel could only roll
her eyes and choke back the drink. "Alright, since
Brittany just went, it looks like it is my turn again."
Santana announced with a devilish smile. "Have you
ever quit glee to be the lead in a musical?"

Rachel scoffed. "This isn't fair." She complained and

looked to Quinn for support.

"Drink up Rachel." The blonde ordered, helping guide

the glass to the brunette's lips and laughing as the girl
coughed into the beverage causing it to bubble up
and run down her chin.

"Jesus, Q." cried a hysterical Latina. "Look what you

did. You made the girl dribble on herself. At least help
her clean it up."

Quinn placed her thumb gently to the corner of

Rachel's mouth and trailed slowly down along the
alcohol streak. Rachel's breath caught in her throat at
the contact, exhaling only after Quinn pulled her hand
away.

"Quinn?" Santana called in a calm voice and waited

until the hazel eyes met hers before she continued. "I
think you missed a spot."

"Did I?"

Santana nodded with a smirk.

Quinn gazed back to Rachel. She couldn't see the girl

as she allowed her brown locks to fall in her face, but
Quinn gently brushed the strands behind the girl's ear.
"I did." Rachel's already shallow breathing shortened
more as she felt the head cheerleader invade her
space, and she closed her eyes. "Right there." She
heard the blonde note in barely a whisper before
softly pressing her lips to Rachel's chin. The touch
was so soft and warm Rachel thought her skin would
melt. "And there." She kissed the corner of Rachel's
mouth ever so lightly before returning to her end of
the couch.

"Did you like that, Berry?" Santana asked grinning

slyly, obviously pleased with herself. Rachel's actions
were involuntary. She nodded, unable to break eye
contact with those big hazel eyes. "Do you want her to
make sure she got it all?"

Quinn leaned forward, within inches of Rachel's face,

and waited for her to respond. The deep brown eyes
fell from hers to her lips and then locked back into
their gaze.

"I do."

The gap closed, Quinn placed her lips softly to

Rachel's, and lingered there until the diva deepened
the kiss, silently begging for more. When the blonde
broke for a gasp of air Rachel took the opportunity
and pressed her tongue into the blonde's mouth,
noting that even under the layers of alcohol she still
tasted sweet. Their tongues cautiously explored one
another before the need for air took them and Quinn
began to retreat to her seat. Rachel's body overrode
her mind and caught the cheerleader's face with a
gentle hand, pulling her back into another kiss.
"Damn, Berry!" shouted Santana. "Claim your
woman!"

The kisses were slow and sensual, not rushed or

aggressive. Longing and perfect. Everything Rachel
thought they would be. Wonderful and pure bliss. The
blonde had practically been pulled to lay across the
diva's lap, sinking further into the girl with each touch
of their lips and each glide of fingers through her hair.
She shivered under the touching grazes.

"This is hot." Brittany whispered, leaning over to a

rather turned on Santana.

"Yeah. We should leave them alone. Come on." She

ordered, standing and pulling the ditzy blonde to her
feet. "Quinn, hate to interrupt, but Britt and I will be up
stairs."

Quinn broke from Rachel long enough to give a quick

warning. "Just not my bed this time." and returned to
the diva's mouth. Quinn pressed her arm into the
couch lifting herself and forcing Rachel to rest her
head against the back of the couch. Only then did she
once again pull away from the breathless girl and look
into her deep and dark, lust filled eyes.

An absentminded smile found its way to the blonde's

mouth as she looked to the brunette's full lips.
Seductively, she brought her finger to the sensitive
skin and trailed their outline slowly. Rachel lovingly
pressed her lips to the girl's fingertips, kissing them
lightly while she trailed her free hands up the girl's leg
and braced arm, eliciting chill bumps as she went.

Teasingly, Quinn kissed the fingers separating her

lips from Rachel's before removing them to playfully
nip the diva's bottom lip. As Rachel's left had reached
the place where Quinn's shorts met her shirt, she
drew in a deep breath causing Quinn to once again
meet her gaze.

"Kiss me again." Rachel ordered.

Quinn obliged, meeting the girls lips with the same

tenderness as before. There was nothing forceful to it.
There was no pressure for anything more than what it
was: amazing, sweet kisses and gentle touches,
tentative exploration of boundaries under the
pretences and future excuse of alcohol consumption.
This was definitely a memorable night.

***********

Quinn jumped awake when she heard her cell phone

go off indicating she had a new text. She squinted her
eyes, fighting the bright morning sun seeping in
through the living room windows and attempted to
silence the dull pounding in her head. She took a
moment to find her bearings before crawling along the
floor to the coffee table to retrieve her phone.
-you 2 decent? Im not ready to c berry naked. xS

If her head hurt any less she would have rolled her
eyes.

-Come on down. Nothing happened btw. xQ

As she crawled back to the layers of pillows and

blankets on the floor she heard foot steps descending
the stairs and witnessed Santana and Brittany holding
hands. "Not my bed?" she asked hesitantly.

"Nope. Your mom's." Santana beamed. "So, like,

seriously? After all that hotness you two didn't…what
happened?"

Quinn reclaimed her spot next to the slowly waking

diva. "Nothing."

Rachel moan in agony as she came to. "I hate you by

the way. You are an amazing kisser, but I hate you.
Just thought I should let you know."

"Hung over, Berry?" Rachel lifted her hand from under

the blankets and gave Santana the finger. "Oh! Nice,
but I don't know where that was last night. Come on
Brit. Lets make some breakfast and leave these two
to their morning after regrets." She pulled the blonde
along by the hand. Seconds latter loud bangs of pots
and pans rang from the kitchen.
"She's doing that on purpose isn't she?" Asked
Rachel as she rolled on her side to face Quinn. The
blonde was lying on her back, staring at the ceiling,
wiping the sleep from her eyes. Even hung over she
was beautiful. It probably didn't hurt that the sunlight
from the windows behind her played off of her blonde
hair and pale skin, making her glow.

The blonde nodded. "So, did you enjoy your first ever
drunken night?"

She did. She knew what happened between them

was nothing more than drunken fun and that's why it
never progressed, but Rachel couldn't help feeling
compelled to wrap her arms around the blonde and
cuddle up to her. Instead she wrapped the blankets
tighter around her shoulders. "It was indeed
interesting and as far as I am aware, you kept your
promise. I did not wake up pregnant."

This elicited a small laugh from the cheerleader. "I do

have one question though. It didn't dawn on me until
right now."

Rachel nuzzled into the warm blankets. "What is it?"

Quinn wrinkled her nose slightly. "What are you going

to tell Finn?"

"Finn?" Rachel echoed the question. "Oh my God!

Finn!" Clarity cut through the alcohol remains as she
sprang up from the floor. "Oh my God. My head…"
she faded as she slumped down to the couch.

Quinn smiled adoringly at the wincing girl before

forcing herself to crawl over and kneel next to her.
"Relax. I'm sure he'll be understanding."

"Oh, yeah. I can picture it now. 'Hey, Rach, what did

you do last night?' 'Oh, nothing. Just made out with
you ex-girlfriend. And by the way, she is a much
better kisser than you.' Yeah! That conversation won't
be awkward at all."

Quinn blushed. "You could leave the part about me

being a better kisser out of it. Just a suggestion.
Anyway, nothing actually happened and you were
drunk. Too bad you aren't still dating Puck. He
wouldn't care as long as you promised he could watch
next time."

The brunette dropped her hands from her face. "That

would be a lot easier." She agreed meeting the
blonde's apologetic gaze. Her stomach flipped.

"Look, it's really all my fault. I'm the one who initiated.
Blame it on me. He will agree to that one."

Rachel shook her head. "No. I can't do that. The

alcohol may have aided me in forgetting about the
fact I am dating Finn, but I even told you to kiss me. I
want you to kiss me."

The air fell silent. Did she just say 'want' not 'wanted'?
Reservations swelled in Quinn. She stood from her
place in front of the diva and took a seat next to her
on the couch, making sure to leave space between
them. She shook the thoughts from her head. "Well,
you can either tell him you were drunk and made a
mistake, or not tell him at all and hope he never finds
out. I've played both of those cards with him before
and I suggest telling him. Secrets aren't always worth
keeping."

The brunette sighed. "Maybe it wont be so bad. Most

guys are quicker to forgive girl-on-girl indiscretions
than they would be girl-on-guy."

Quinn nodded. "And like I said, nothing actually

happened. It's not like we had sex. We only kissed."

"A lot." Rachel added.

The blonde couldn't help but smile. "A lot."

"Hey! Get your asses in here and eat before it's

gone." Santana ordered.

"We made pancakes!" Cheered Brittany placing a

plate in front of each girl.

"Is it weird that they smell really good but make me

want to throw up at the same time?" Rachel asked
holding her stomach.

"God, Berry. You are such a lightweight." Santana

teased. "I had twice as much as you last night and I
don't feel a thing. You know why? Practice." Quinn
cringed as the Latina's words reminded her far too
much of Coach Sylvester. "And you're going to get
some more practice tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Hell yeah. We only dented our supply last night. We

have to get rid off all that before Mama Fabray comes
home. Though she would probably think it was
hers…" Quinn nodded in a passive agreement.

"And wash her sheets." Brittany added.

"Right." Santana leaned over the counter to capture

the blonde's lips.

"I'm suppose to go to a movie with Finn this

afternoon." Rachel argued, dreading the experience
that awaited her.

"So come over when you're done. There's no point in

arguing. I will win."

In a very Rachel Berry way the diva lifted her chin in

defiance. "And how, may I inquire, do you expect to
manipulate an individual who posses my level of
extreme and temperamental stubbornness?"

Santana sucked a spot of syrup off of Brittany's finger

before looking to the other brunette. "Because I'll tell
the whole school you made out with Quinn if you
don't." Rachel deflated. She planned on telling Finn,
but wasn't ready for the whole student body to know.
Although, it may help boost her popularity.

She dismissed the thought. "Fine. The movie starts at

3 so I suppose I shall arrive a little after 6."

"Good. So…you gonna tell Finn about your make out

session?"

Rachel nodded slowly.

"Can't wait to know how that goes down."

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

It was noon. Rachel had left to prepare for her date

with Finn, Brittany was taking stock of the remaining
alcohol for the weekend's finale, and Quinn and
Santana sat in the living room watching TV.

"I'm really proud of you, Santana." The Latina glared

at the blonde waiting for the biting comment to follow.
"No, I mean it. I was worried about how you would
handle Rachel being here."
Santana shrugged her shoulders and flipped through
the channels. "She's weird. There is no getting around
that, but once she loosened up she wasn't all that
annoying. Now, if only we can get her drunk at
school…then I could consider not wanting to kill her
all the time."

"She is quite different outside of school. She's not on

edge."

Santana chuckled to herself. "I still can't believe she

pulled you into that kiss last night. I thought she would
have freaked when I suggested you had missed a
drop. Maybe Berry is a bit of a fairy." Quinn slapped
her friend's arm. "Don't even get me started on you,
because you loved that. You were all moaning and
shit."

"I was not!" Quinn forcefully objected.

"Sure… I mean, at least now I know why you have

spent every day this week at her house after school…
in her room." Santana nodded. "You were getting
some of Berry's fairy lovin'."

Quinn scoffed. "Not even close. We have been

working on our glee assignment. Just getting to know
each other."

Santana's eyebrow arched. "Yeah, how well?"

Quinn slapped her again. "Shut up. This is just
ridiculous."

"So, is she, like, your friend now, or is this some sort

of charity project to make yourself feel better?" Quinn
has known Santana long enough to be able to read
through her attitude, down into her real emotions. This
question had a touch of jealousy and a tiny bit of
concern in it…concern for Rachel.

"Do you like Rachel?"

Santana turned off the TV and met the blonde's eyes.

"Let's get this straight. You and I have an
understanding: If I go down, you are coming with me.
If you go down…I may still cut you lose. But I need to
know what I am getting into. I can handle the freak
outside of school easy enough. But I'm not going to
start protecting her and shit at schoolif this is all to
simply ease your guilt."

Quinn was unimpressed with the brunette's threat.

"Cut the shit, Lopez. I know your game and you know
mine." She stated matter-of-factly. "I do feel guilty for
the way I have treated Rachel, and honestly, I think
you do too. But what you are waiting for is for me to
say 'yes, she's my friend' so you have an excuse to
actually enjoy being around her. To outside eyes, you
will only look guilty by association."
Santana remained silent.

"I thought so. Yes, she has become a friend. You can
tell anyone who asks that I have befriended the 'freak'
and you have to put up with her because of it. Your
secret is safe with me." Quinn patted the Latina's lap
like you would a small child on the head.

"Your secret is safe with me too, Q."

Confusion swept over the cheerleader. "What secret?

Obviously Rachel and I have become friends. I
actually talk to her in class and at our lockers."

"I'm talking about your other secret." Quinn's

confusion deepened. "The one I don't think you are
even aware of yet."

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\

"I'm sorry, you did what?" Finn stared openmouthed

at Rachel as she sat in the passenger's seat, her eyes
glued to her hands in her lap. "You…and Quinn?"

Rachel nervously pushed her hair behind her ears. "I

told you I was heavily intoxicated, and while I know
that is not a valid excuse, it is the only one I have. I'm
sorry. It was only kissing."

"Yeah, but it wasn't with me. You're my girlfriend. Or,

at least your suppose to be."
She snapped her head up, pleading with him. "Finn, I
am. I'm sorry. It wasn't even anything. We were
playing a game. No emotions involved."

"I can't believe this. Why her? Why not Puck now?
Why don't you call him up and see if he can get you
pregnant. We can make a hobby out of this."

"Finn! That is ridiculous. You are over reacting. I didn't

even act this bad when I found out you lied about
being a virgin."

"That…that…" He stumbled to regain control of the

argument. He never could argue with Rachel. She
was smarter than he was. She moved faster. He knew
it and it only made him angrier. "That was different."

"How was that different? Because you had sex with

someone while I only kissed them? Or because you
lied while I am being an honorable person and
confessing that I made a mistake?"

He shook his head in frustration. "It's different

because we weren't dating. You were even dating
some other guy."

"Because you broke my heart by being too

embarrassed to be seen with me at school. You
pushed me into Jesse's arms. And then you ran to
Santana's bed."
"Get out of my car."

Rachel straightened her posture, shocked at his

words. "What?"

Finn fixed his stare on the steering wheel in front of

him. "I said get out. I don't want to talk to you tight
now. I don't even want to look at you. You've blown
me off all week to hang out with Quinn and on the one
day I get to have you, you drop this on me? Get out of
my car!"

"You know what, fine." Rachel flung the door open

and jumped out of the car, slamming it shut behind
her. This wasn't their first fight and some how Rachel
knew there was always going to be one more. Finn
was easily confused and hated being embarrassed
while Rachel easily confused him causing him to
become embarrassed. Rachel found herself playing
stupid most days so he could feel good about himself.
Anything he wanted to talk about bored her and
anything she felt like sharing was of no interest to
him. The relationship was best described as awkward
with moments of happiness.

"Hey, Sweetheart. How was the movie?" Her dad

asked as she swung the front door open.

"I don't have the energy nor the self-control to discuss

this afternoon's events without resorting to profanity.
So I would prefer not to answer that question."

He dad nodded after recovering from the verbal

whiplash.

"I'm sorry, Dad. It was a bad day. I don't really want to

talk about it. Have you asked Daddy if I can stay at
Quinn's again tonight?"

Michael had proven a challenge to convince that

Rachel should be allowed to spend the evening alone
with the three cheerleaders the first time. He almost
refused but Joshua intervened stating Rachel simply
had to call home if she needed to come home early,
just by chance the evening progressed badly.
Rachel's anxiety was written on her face when she
returned home this morning and Michael instantly
went into protective mode, demanding to know what
the cheerleaders had done to hurt her. It had taken
her nearly and hour to convince him that she was only
nervous about her date with Finn. She still didn't think
he believed her so she asked her Dad to talk him into
letting her say over again tonight.

"For a girl's night…I think you may need one if you

day was truly that bad. I haven't talked to your Daddy
yet, but there should be plenty of time for that once
you are already there.'

"Thank you, Dad."

"Same thing applies though. Just call if you need us."

Rachel nodded. "They were actually nice to me. Even

Santana. The only nickname she called me last night
was 'Berry". Nothing hurtful about that."

"All the same. Now, go pack your bag and I'll drop you
off."

A/N: Again, thank you for all the wonderful comments.

This chapter was a little bit of a filler but some good
stuff is coming soon. Faberry loving.

********************

"It's 6:45. Do you think she is coming?" asked a rather

depressed Brittany. "I hope she does."

"Me too, B. But she was going to talk to Finn," Quinn

reminded her. "If he didn't take her news very well
then I doubt she will come."

"You home wrecker, you." Santana teased.

"Shut it, S."

"Come over here and shut it. Actually, don't. At least

wait until Brittany leaves the room. Then come and
close it."

"Close what?" asked Brittany.

Santana shook her head. "Nothing, Babe. But if Berry
doesn't show by 7, we are starting this thing without
her. And is she does show…well, she will have to pay
for making me wait."

Right on cue there was a knock on the door. Brittany

shot up and bounced to the door. "Rachel! You're
here!" She flung her arms around the unprepared diva
and dragged her inside. The two seated cheerios
could tell the brunette was not her typical beaming
self but didn't want to push the topic.

"All I need to know, Berry, is if you are here to have a

good time." Santana extended two filled shot glasses
to the girl. She readily accepted each and choked
them back with a couple of coughs.

"I need the practice, right?"

"Yes, you do. Britt, help me get the goodies from the
kitchen."

Quinn cautiously approached the smaller girl. She

had done it again. She knew she had just ruined
another relationship but that didn't stop the question
from slipping from her mouth. "Everything okay?"

"Umm," Rachel visibly pondered the question. "No,

but I don't really care tonight."
"Are you sure?" Quinn pressed. She wasn't wanting to
further complicate the situation if she could avoid it.

"Very. Like Brittany said yesterday. Tonight is about

having fun. No school, no parents, no boys…all fun
and I intend on having fun."

Santana organized everything on the coffee table and

positioned the shot glasses, filling them perfectly to
the brim.

"Why are there eight? Are we expecting company?"

asked Rachel glancing around the house.

Santana shook her head. "For more fun. It's time to

teach you a new game. Time, my darlings, for Truth
or Shoot."

"Truth or Shoot?"

"Yeah. You ask one person a question. They have to

answer. The first question they refuse to answer, they
have to take a shot. The second refusal, two shots.
So on and so on. Got it?"

Rachel nodded. "Got it. This game may prove

valuable for our glee assignment. I can easily pass
this off as a type of learning aide."

"Whatever it takes for you to sleep at night, Berry. I'll

start. Whoever I ask the question to, is the next
person to go. So, Quinn, is it true, I mean honestly
true, that you have only had sex one time?"

"That is true indeed."

"Hold on," Rachel interjected. "How do we know if

someone is lying? It wouldn't take much to just tell a
quick little lie to get out of answering."

"You can't lie to me," answered Brittany. "I'll know."

"She will," Quinn agreed. "And if you're caught lying,

you have to take a dare."

"So, it is either tell the truth, get hammered enough

that you wont realize you are spilling you deepest
secrets, or willfully subject yourself to whatever form
of punishment we deem necessary." Santana verified
with a devilish smirk. Rachel sank in her seat.
Suddenly this game didn't sound so appealing.

"So, my turn now." Quinn announced, trying to break

the attention off of the timid girl. "Santana, since we
all know you have no modesty, lets get down and
dirty. How often do you give yourself a 'helping
hand'?" Rachel instantly blushed for the Latina who
took the question in stride.

"Not much since I have Britt, but without her…at least

once a day. A girl has her needs."
"I take care of them now though right?" asked Brittany
resting her hand high on Santana's thigh.

"Yes you do. I don't even see Puck much anymore.

Next question….Berry? Don't worry I'll go easy on you
at first. Or, maybe it would be easier to get you drunk
right off the bat…Have you and Finn had sex?"

Rachel's mouth dropped open. "That's personal!"

"That's kind of the point." Quinn laughed at how

repulsed the wordy diva appeared. "Truth or drink?
Your choice."

"Drink!" Rachel swallowed it down.

"That's one. Next one is two." Santana tallied.

"Whatever," she retorted annoyed. "Brittany, we know

you have made out with almost everyone at the
school, is Santana the best kisser?" The Latina's eyes
narrowed on the assertive diva. She was playing a
game she wasn't ready for.

"No." Brittany replied smiling. "But she's best at other

things." She winked. "My turn…" She was cut off by
Santana whispering in her ear. Rachel braced herself
to object but Quinn quieted her with a raised hand.
There was no point.

"Rachel, have you let Finn finger you?"

"You're pushing" Quinn informed the Latina with a
warning glare.

"Drink." Rachel stated. Two more down. That's five

counting the two she took when she arrived. She
already neared her limit set the previous night. Did
she really want to push Santana further? "Quinn," The
blonde was taken aback by hearing her name. "How
many girls have you made out with?"

"You made three." She hesitated selecting her target.

If she asked Santana or Brittany they would further
torture the girl next to her, but that only left her with
the choice to ask Rachel herself. "Rachel, who's the
better kisser, Puck or Finn?"

"Copout." she heard Santana mumble.

"Neither of them are particularly skilled in the area,

but I would say Puck. He is more rehearsed." She
was being honest. Finn could been really sweet but
kissing definitely wasn't his thing. "Brittany, who is the
best kisser out of everyone you've made out with?"

The blonde girl's seemingly permanent smile

deepened. "That's easy. Quinn!"

What shocked Rachel more than the blonde's answer

implying she was the second of Quinn female make
out partners was seeing Santana pensively nod in
agreement indicating she was the third. "Well, that
answer was quite telling." She directed her remark to
Quinn.

"Shut up."

Santana leaned over again to whisper another

question in Brittany's ear. Rachel had been hoping
her neutral question to Brittany would have indicated
a surrender. But then again, this was Santana. She
didn't accept surrenders, only complete and absolute
victory. "Rachel, when was the last time you gave
yourself a 'helping hand'?"

The room stood still in anticipation. If she didn't

answer it would bring her count up to 8, nearly
doubling her count. She contemplated attempting a
lie, but subjecting herself to Santana's wrath was not
an option.

"Drink." she answered and tossed them back one

after the other. Practice. "Quinn, who is the best
kisser? Brittany, Santana, or me?" Rachel regretted
the question as soon as she realized what she had
asked. She had just put her friend in a rather
uncomfortable position. She didn't think about the
possible consequences of her question. The alcohol
was catching up to her already. On top of that, she
really wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer.

"Yeah, Q. Who is the best kisser?" Echoed a very

interested Santana. "And you can't lie. So…"

"I'll answer," she announced confidently, but her

shifting gaze gave her nervousness away. "Rachel is."

All mouths dropped.

"Berry? Are you serious?" Santana spit out in disgust.

Rachel was in too much of a shock to be offended by
the remark. "Britt, is she lying?"

The ditzy blonde tilted her head and studied her

subject carefully. "No. She's telling the truth."

"What the hell, Q?"

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Sorry, San. You bite too

much."

"Whatever, ask you damn question."

"Alright, Santana, do you want to kiss Rachel?" The

answer rolled off her tongue without hesitation.

"Hell no!" She objected instantly…reflexively.

"Lie!" Brittany yelled. "You do. You want to know if it's

true for yourself. You lied! Dare! Quinn she has to do
a dare!" The ditzy blonde was practically bouncing in
her seat.
"Dares are dares and unbreakable. Santana, I dare
you to make out with Rachel for at least one minute."

"What?" Both brunettes protested.

"Yes. Either that or I will come up with something

worse. Something involving touching in other places.
And Rachel, you owe me. You put me on the spot
with that last question. Now kiss!" she ordered.
Dutifully but with visible aggravation, Santana lifted
herself from her seat, walked across the room and
pulled the a reluctant Rachel from the couch. "And
Santana…" Quinn added. "Be nice. No biting."

She let out a sigh of aggression and relaxed her tense

muscles. Rachel wasn't quite as scared now that the
Latina lost the heated fire in her eyes. Santana shut
her eyes and talked herself into lowering her lips to
Rachel's. It was different from kissing Quinn. Quinn
took her time and lingered in the sensation while
Santana pressed forcefully against her. But the
aggression wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Rachel felt
her body betray her and react to the forcefulness of
the Latina's busy mouth and her stomach flipped
slightly.

Santana seemed to be enjoying the experience as

well. She ran her tongue over Rachel's bottom lip,
asking for entrance which the alcohol in her system
granted. Rachel fought the urge to grasp the taller
girl's hair and pull her into the kiss more, but instead
lifted herself onto her tiptoes for the same effect. It
wasn't Quinn, bit it was nice.

"Time."

Santana broke away from the shorter girl quickly.

"That was more than a minute!" she accused in
protest, trying to break the tension.

"Sure it was." Quinn replied slyly. "Nice, huh?"

"It's not your turn to ask. It's mine. Rachel! I'm going
to ask you a question. If you don't answer that will
mean four more drinks for a total of twelve."

"Is that even healthy? Can't I get like alcohol

poisoning?"

"Then I suggest you answer. Have you ever thought

of Quinn while masturbating?" The wind was knocked
out of the small girl. Right now answering the question
about her and Finn having sex didn't seem so bad.
She should have seen this coming. "Com on Berry.
Answer the question or drink yourself to death.
Though if you do take the drinks, we will know you
have thought of your new best friend while pleasuring
yourself."

The blush began to burn on her skin. She swallowed

and straightened her posture. "Well, if you are going
to put it that way, then I might as well answer. Yes. I
have."

"I knew it, Berry."

"I knew it too." Brittany confessed.

"I think it is time for a new game." Quinn suggested as

she choked back a shot and began pouring herself
another. She was visibly uncomfortable with Rachel's
answer. And what had Rachel really expected? Would
she have been okay knowing Quinn thought of her
during her intimate moments…

"Yes."

"What?" Quinn asked looking at her.

Rachel swallowed hard again and nodded her head. "I

think it's time for a new game. Or we can just finish up
the bottles now. I think I would feel better not being
able to think about the words coming out of my
mouth."

"Right." Santana agreed, handing Rachel a partial

filled bottle.

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

Rachel stared at the large, perfectly polished

grandfather clock as it struck midnight. "We did." she
confessed.
"Did what, Berry?" asked Santana from her reclined
position, head in Brittany's lap, fingers being run
through her hair.

"Finn and I had sex."

"Congradu-fucking-lations."

"…I don't get it."

Santana sighed. "Get what, Berry?"

"The big deal about sex."

The Latina sat up and furrowed her brow. "That bad,

huh?"

"I wouldn't say it was bad. It was just…quick."

The two cheerleaders snickered to themselves.

"Quick shot Hudson. He's kinda know for that. That is
how Quinn got him to think the baby was his. They
weren't even doing anything but kissing and he
came."

"Can't blame him though. She is a really good kisser."

Brittany added.

"Hey. Whose girlfriend are you?"

"Yours. Why?"

Santana pecked the slow girl's lips. "Don't worry about

it. Speaking of Quinn, where is she? She better not be
asleep yet."

"It is midnight though. If we are going to get any sleep

and still have time to-"

"Hold that thought." Santana slid herself off the couch.

"Go up to the big bed. I'll be there in a minute." She
ordered Brittany with a slap on the ass before turning
to Rachel. "You know, Berry, you aren't that bad when
you don't have that stick up your ass."

The diva furrowed her brow. "Thanks?…"

"Don't mention it. But come here for a second."

Rachel sighed and lifted herself to wobbly legs. "I
know things between you and Finn probably didn't go
down so well, but if you are ever looking for someone
to just have a good time with," The Latina bent down
and kissed the shorter girl with the same aggression
as before, trailing her hand down to the diva's ass and
gently squeezing. "Brittany and I can help you out."

She turned and ascended the stairs to the master

bedroom, leaving Rachel in shock and a heightened
desire. A few silent moments later she realized she
was standing in the living room by herself. The tall
ceilings some how felt like they were pressing down
on her while the cold barren walls drained her blood
of it warmth.

She really didn't want to be alone right now. She

needed to find Quinn and make sure they were okay
after her confession earlier as well. Rachel searched
the kitchen and down stairs guestroom before forcing
her unstable legs to climb the stairs.

"Quinn?" she called out to the girl with a quiet knock

on her bedroom door. The brunette rested her
forehead again the cold surface and waited for a
response. After a few seconds she twisted the handle
and opened the door. "Quinn?"

The blonde was a sleep in her bed with her back to

the door. She looked so peaceful Rachel hated to
wake her, but they needed to talk. "Quinn?" She
called out again as she reach the bed and grasped
the girl's shoulder.

The sleeping cheerleader turn to her. "What is it.

Rachel?"

"I want to apologize for what I said earlier. I-"

Quinn touched the small hand still on her shoulder.

"Don't worry about it. It's okay. You need to get some
sleep. Sleep it off. If you really want we can talk about
it tomorrow."
"Yeah, but your house is kinda scary when you're by
yourself downstairs. It makes me feel small and
insignificant." Rachel rambled, feeling some how that
her observation was important to her understanding of
the cheerleader but her brain hurt too much to think
about it.

"I know. That's why I like your house. It's a home."

Quinn replied sleepily. "Here." She patted the bed in
front of here. "You can sleep here."

Rachel climbed over the lying girl to fit in the slip of

available space between her and the wall. "Thank
you."

"No problem. Go to sleep now." She ordered lifting the

blankets so Rachel could crawl under them.

"I don't think I can." Rachel's voice was barely a

whisper.

Quinn opened her eyes out of concern, taking in the

sight before her. Deep chocolate eyes that seemed to
see straight through everything and full, pouting lips
begging to be kissed. "Why not?" Her voice seemed
to stick in her throat.

"Santana kissed me again and squeezed my butt." the

diva admitted. "Then she invited me to join her and
Brittany in your mom's room."
The cheerleader raised her eyebrows as far as she
could. "Oh." She was shocked but amused at the
same time. "Did…you…want to join them?"

Rachel thought about it for a second before shaking

her head. "No. But I do find myself increasingly turned
on by the offer, and adding that to my lack of desire to
consummate my relationship with Finn again has
brought me to the conclusion that I am a lesbian."

It took Quinn a few moments to grasp at her words

again. "You are a very honest drunk."

"I am and I apologize." Rachel's face was very

serious, causing Quinn to smile and hold back a
laugh.

"It's okay. I don't mind honesty. I just wasn't expecting

you to admit that you slept with Finn, were turned on
by Santana's proposition, and that you might be gay,
all in one sentence."

"Really? I figured you would have already grasped the

concept that I talk too much."

Quinn did laugh this time. This was the Rachel Berry
she would like to get to know. Someone just honest
and open, genuine in every way. "I did, but when
you're sober, you talk around your answers. Now you
just give them. It is a nice change."
"I'm sorry."

Quinn furrowed her brow. "For what?"

"For this." In a single fluid nothing Rachel pushed

herself from the bed and leaned into Quinn, capturing
her lips. "I need to kiss you." She confessed before
placing a second kiss to the blonde's lips. She rolled
the girl onto her back and planted her hands to the
mattress on each side of her body, but resting her
weight against the cheerleader. "Please." She kissed
deeper, sliding her tongue over the girl's bottom lip,
begging to be let in.

Quinn surrendered. She allowed the brunette to push

past her lips and massage her tongue with her own.
Quinn didn't object but she wasn't actively
participating in Rachel's invasion of her personal
space. And the brunette didn't care. Touching the girl
felt so good. She tore herself away from the blonde
and buried her face in Quinn's long neck, kissing and
licking until she found that sensitive spot and lightly bit
down. Quinn gasped softly. After hearing the
satisfaction from the lips of the girl underneath her,
Rachel instinctively pressed her hips into Quinn,
slightly easing the growing pressure between her
legs.

She kissed a trail down Quinn's neck to her collard

bone, stopping only as she reached the fabric of her
tank top. Frustrated, Rachel pressed her knee in the
crease of Quinn's thighs.

"Oh my god." She gasped as Rachel rocked her leg a

second time. The brunette felt Quinn's hand press
against the small of her back urging her to rock again.
Slowly, she grinded against the girl.

"Does that feel good?" Rachel asked in a husky voice

against Quinn's ear as she pressed her leg against
the cheerleader again. Quinn arched into every
movement, nodding her head fiercely. She felt like
she was going to explode as the brunette sucked on
her earlobe. "Tell me." The diva pleaded, needing to
know what she was capable of making her feel.

"It's so good." She arched again, but Rachel removed

her leg and she caught only air. The brunette shifted
her weight to her left side, freeing up her hand. She
lightly traced her fingers between the hem of Quinn's
tank and the waist band of her shorts, teasing the
flustered blonde. Unable to control herself any longer,
Rachel lowered her head and peppered the flexing
abdomen with gentle kisses.

"Rachel, no." Quinn panted.

The brunette lifted herself to the hazel eyes and

gently kissed her lips. Quinn succumbed to the sweet
and tender touch. "Please." She ran her hand over
Quinn's shorts, gently squeezing her mound through
the fabric.
"Rachel," Quinn placed her hand over the smaller one
but in resistance.

"Please, I need you."

"No." She pulled the hand away and pushed the

brunette back to her side of the bed. "You're drunk."
she panted, pulling the covers over her again. "Just…
go to sleep, please." Rachel saw a look of
desperation and apology in her eyes. It made her
heart thud heavy in her chest.

"…Ok."

It took Rachel two hours before exhaustion took over

and forced her to close her eyes.

**********

"Now wait one damn minute. Berry was literally trying

to get in your pants and you stopped her?" Santana
asked setting down her cup of milk. "What the hell is
wrong with you?"

"She was drunk." Quinn explained. "Besides, I don't

swing that way."

The tanned cheerleader raised an eyebrow. "You sure

about that?"
"Of course I'm sure. Otherwise I would have let her
keep going."

"Hhmm.."

Quinn narrowed her eyes. " 'Hhmm?' What is that

suppose to mean?"

"Nothing." She took a sip from her glass.

"S?"

"Q?"

Quinn hated being mocked. If she had a pet peeve,

that would be it. "Don't piss me off, Lopez."

"Actually, I like seeing you pissed off. It's super sexy.

Especially when you tighten that bottom lip…mmm…
Britt always said it made her want to lean over and
bite it." Quinn's mouth dropped open at the
confession. "Turned on?"

"No!" Yes.

"I don't believe you."

"Well, it's not exactly something I can prove to you."

Quinn reasoned before finishing her breakfast, trying
to ignore her friend's smirk.
"Well, actually, you can."

"You're gross."

"And you're gay." Santana remarked as if it were

common knowledge.

Quinn couldn't say anything. She didn't know why.

Her mouth would open but she never said anything.
She couldn't even break away from Santana's
captivating stare. "I am not." She finally managed in a
semi-convincing tone.

Santana shrugged her shoulders. "Okay. Fine. You're

not. So, what boys at school are you planning on
scooping up this year? Unless, you are planning on
trying things with Puck again."

"No." Quinn was still struggling with her words. "I

haven't really thought about dating. It's not like guys
are going to be lining up to date me after I spent half
of last year looking like I swallowed a watermelon
whole."

Santana looked unimpressed. "Please, you are Quinn

Fabray. You can have any guy you want. Besides the
fact that you were pregnant last year is like a huge
red flag telling guys you put out…even if you don't. I
know for a fact you have guys all over you. So why
not date one? Even just for the arm candy."
Quinn scoffed. "Don't you think there should be more
to a relationship than who looks best on your arm?"

The Latina nodded calmly. "So out of all the guys in

the entire school, you don't like any of them?… not a
one? I find that rather odd. Then again, it makes
perfect sense if you're gay."

"Santana! I am not gay!" Quinn was suddenly very

thankful Brittany had to leave early and Rachel was
still passed out in her bed. Because this was not a
topic she was wanting to have in a group discussion.

"Who was the last guy you kissed? Did you even
make out with Puck when you were dating? I know
you didn't have sex with him despite the fact you were
already pregnant and had nothing to lose. So that
would make Finn your last kiss. What?…nearly a year
ago."

"Santana!" The Latina ignored the blonde's protests.

"Oh, wait. He would have been your last male kiss.

Since then you made out with three girls on a number
of occasions.

Quinn stood up quickly, nearly knocking her chair

over in the process. "Will you shut up!" Santana finally
relented and sat quietly as Quinn collected herself. "I
got pregnant last year from sleeping with a guy. A
male. I'm not gay."
"Quinn, sit down." Santana's voice was calm,
supportive, and understanding, unlike any tone Quinn
had ever heard from the girl's mouth before. In
addition she never called Quinn by her name. It was
all very weird. "I want you to listen to me for just a few
minutes. Afterwards, I wont say anything else unless
you bring it up first. But I really need you to listen.
Okay?"

Quinn nodded her head.

"Alright. I know you slept with Puck last year because

you said it felt like you were losing Finn to Rachel. Did
you love Finn?" Her question was of sincere interest.
"Not now, but then. Did you love Finn then?"

"No."

"Okay. Then why did you care that you were losing
him?" Quinn didn't answer. "I think it's because he
was suppose to be yours. You were the head
cheerleader and he was the quarterback. It was
expected. Expected by the school. Expected by the
students. Expected by your parents. When you
started losing him you probably felt like you were
doing something wrong, you weren't what you were
suppose to be, you weren't living up to those
expectations. Am I right?"

Quinn still didn't say anything but shifted in her seat

indicating her answer.

"You went to Puck to convince yourself that you were

still that girl every guy wants. The girl you were
suppose to be in everyone's eyes. I know you didn't
like him. So why were you with him?"

Her voice was soft and raw. "I…just didn't want to be

alone."

Santana nodded. "So you never loved Finn and you

never loved Puck, but you dated them both. But you
admitted that you don't want to be in a relationship
with someone you don't have feelings for. You
admitted that you don't have feelings for any guy in
the whole school. Now I just think you need to admit
one last thing…"

"I'm not gay."

"…You need to admit you're still controlled by your

parents' expectations. By everyone's expectations of
who you are suppose to be. You may have decided
this summer that you don't agree with them, but you
are still living by some of them. I have one more
question. You don't even have to answer it. Just think
about it."

Quinn wasn't ready for anymore questions. Santana

was striking a nerve that was still very much sensitive.
She had disappointed so many people. She had tried
to play her part. Tried to be the perfect daughter,
President of the Celibacy Club, honor roll student,
Head Cheerleader, the most popular girl in school.
She bullied Rachel for no other reason than that was
what she was suppose to do. Quinn was at the top,
Rachel was at the bottom. That's how things worked.
Things were simple and laid out for her but she
couldn't even follow them. She was too weak or not
pretty enough or something that she couldn't really
define. All she knew is that she was a disappointment,
a let down, a failure, she wasn't what she was
suppose to be, and Santana's lecture left her feeling
numb.

"My last question…how did you feel when Rachel

kissed you?"

The blonde was suddenly hit with the swell of

emotions and sensations she had experienced during
her encounters with the diva. Warmth spread rapidly
through her veins. Chill bumps erupted over her skin.
Hell, her breath even caught in her throat and she felt
a flutter in her chest. She went from feeling nothing to
feeling everything. To feeling…happy. Not just
content or secure, but happy.

Santana stood and gathered her dirty dishes, leaving

the blonde to stew in her thoughts. She placed the
dishes in the sink and began to exit the room. But
before she left she return to Quinn and gave her a
gentle hug.
"Santana?" Quinn grasped a hold of the girls arm as
she tried to pull away.

"…yeah?"

"I-I…I'm…"

Santana smiled. "I know. It's not what you're 'suppose'

to be, but you are."

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

It was morning. Rachel knew it was morning by the

familiar pound in her head, the slight queasiness in
her stomach, and the taste of stale alcohol in her
mouth. The bright light was a good indicator as well
but she wasn't too focused on that. She was focused
on the scantily clad blonde wringing her hair dry in
front of her vanity. Rachel's eyes started at her feet
and surveyed every inch of bare skin, every curve
under her clothes, and how every damp strand of hair
fell on her shoulders.

"You know, subtlety really isn't your thing." Rachel's

eyes snapped to the mirror where she discovered
Quinn returning her gaze.

"I-I-I…I…um…" Quinn remained silent, her gaze

unshifted, as she waited for Rachel to respond
intelligently. She wasn't going to let her off the hook
that easily for what she had done last night. "I'm
sorry."

Quinn turned to face the flustered diva while she

continued to towel her hair dry. "Why?"

For once in her life Rachel didn't know how to

respond. Thanks to Quinn's nearly 17 years in the
overly sensitive Fabray household, she had
developed the unique ability to remove all traces of
expression from her face and body language. The
brunette was fascinated by this trait normally, but right
now she hated it. Was the question: Tell me why you
are apologizing because I want to further embarrass
yourself? Or: Why are you apologizing, because I
don't mind you looking at me like that?

"I…don't…know."

Quinn smirked. "If you don't know why you are

apologizing, then why do it? But let's change the
topic. Let's talk about last night."

"Last night?" Rachel retraced her memories. Finn,

game, absolute embarrassment, Santana's kiss, really
horny, find Quinn…oh, last night… "My memories, for
the majority, are a little lacking. I have bits and pieces
but I'm discovering voids and gaps towards the latter
part of the evening."

Quinn draped her towel over the back of her desk

chair. "Not only do you have horrible subtlety skills,
but you have really, really bad lying skills."

Rachel sat up in the bad, pushing the covers to her

waist. "I don't know what you want me to say." It was
the truth. "I can apologize all day long but you aren't
expressing anger or discomfort or…anything, really.
So I am unable to decide if an apology is the direction
I need to take."

"But you remember it? All of it?"

Rachel nodded.

"Do you regret it?"

This would all be so much easier to handle if Quinn

gave her some emotional feedback. "If my actions
made you feel uncomfortable or have jeopardized our
friendship, then I truly and deeply regret putting you in
this position."

"Okay." Quinn nodded. "It didn't jeopardize anything,

but to be honest, I'm not sure if it made me
uncomfortable. It was unexpected and has made me
think. And so has Santana."

"Santana? You told Santana?" Rachel jumped to her

knees on the bed almost preparing to run from the
room.
Quinn's eyes widened. "Calm down. It's okay."

"How is that okay? She could tell everyone that I

like…molested you while you tried to sleep or some
twisted version of what happened."

The blonde ran over to the bed in attempts to calm

the frantic girl. "She wont do that."

"Yes she would! She would love that kind of

opportunity."

Quinn grabbed the smaller girl's shoulders, keeping

her from fleeing. "No! She wont! Listen to me for a
minute. Santana likes you." Rachel's expression could
best be defined as 'who the fuck are you kidding'.
"She's told me…in her own way. She's not going to
tell anyone. Trust me. I know I haven't ever given you
a reason to, but will you trust me on this?"

Rachel pushed away from the blonde and began

pacing frantically. "I don't know. I just don't know
about any of this. It's all so weird and strange and
good but scary and…strange."

"You said that already."

The diva stopped. "Well it's a fitting word." Quinn

shrugged in agreement. "I made out with you. You! I
made out with you. There are random parallel
universes where that would still be considered
freakish. And then, and then…I almost had sex with
you. WE ALMOST HAD SEX!"

Quinn slapped her hand over the brunette's mouth.

"Will you shut up!" She screamed in a whisper. "I
would prefer the whole neighborhood didn't know
about that."

Rachel gently removed the cheerleader's hand. "Why

are we even talking about this. It's not like you or I are
gay. It was drunken fun. Right?"

"I…I don't know. And while you may have been drunk,
I don't think that was simply for fun."

Rachel ran her hands over her face trying to clear her
thoughts. "Look, I'm not sure what to make of it all. It's
just…too much to think about right now. Can we just, I
don't know, forget about it until…I don't know. I mean,
we hardly know each other. We've been friends for
what? A week?"

Quinn nodded. "You're right. This is just all too quick

to be understood. Whatever it is…was…wasn't.
Whatever! So we can just look at it as drunken fun
and work on our friendship, our glee assignment."

"Yes." Rachel agreed. "School work. Forced

interactment. It's much easier."

"Less awkward."
"…or not…"

"Or not. But we can try. Friends?" Rachel nodded.

"So, as a friend, I am telling you that you should take
a shower before your dads get here, because you
smell like a brewery. I know for a fact they would
never let you over here again if they found out we got
you drunk."

A/N: I'm so glad you all liked the last chapter. I

promise some more good stuff coming up soon. BUT!
I should give you a little warning that the updates
might slow down over the weekend. I work, so it all
depends on how tired I am after my 12 hour shifts!
Also, let me know if you have anything you would like
to see happen. I'm always up for suggestions.

*********

"Favorite animal?"

"Already asked that one." Quinn replied from her spot

laying on Rachel's bedroom floor.

"Favorite…school subject?" Rachel looked hopeful as

she glanced down to the blonde from her bed.

"Asked that one already too. Haven't you been paying

attention?"
"I have been. I just don't understand how we have
managed to make so many inquiries and still not be
able to agree on an acceptable song which we can
both relate to."

Quinn covered her face with her hands. "Rachel, we

aren't going to find a song about our shared passion
for puppies or science."

She was right. It had been a week and a half since

Mr. Schuester gave the assignment and they had only
scratched the surface of each other's personalities.
Not even that. They may have scuffed the glossy
protective finish on top on the surface.

"So you are suggesting we get more personal? Like

that spot on your neck that leaves you defenseless?"

"Or your inability not to stare at my ass."

"Language." Rachel warned. "It is very unbecoming to

curse."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "This is ridiculous. You can't

learn somebody in any real depths in this amount of
time. You have to learn their habits, their reflexes, pet
peeves, how they react to things. We don't have that
kind of time."

"Their fears." Rachel added pensively. "What's your

biggest fear?"
Quinn worried her bottom lip between her teeth as
she thought. "I don't know."

Rachel dropped her brow. "You don't know what your

biggest fear is?"

"Well, it use to be spiders; too many legs, too many

eyes. Creepy, but…"

"But what?" Rachel leaned forward, listening eagerly.

Maybe she had struck a cord and would really learn
about the blonde now. Fears could tell you a lot about
people, more than dreams can. Or so Rachel thought.

"It just seems so trivial now. Like last year, and

everything that I went thorough with the baby and my
family…spiders just seem like nothing. You can
squash them so easily. There's really no reason to be
scared."

"So what does scare you?"

Quinn sighed as she stared at the ceiling fan slowly

rotating above her. "Being alone."

Rachel wanted to tell the cheerleader she wasn't

alone and had very little to worry about. She had so
many friends who cared for her. But something told
Rachel that Quinn didn't need to hear anything.
Slowly she lowered herself from her bed to sit on the
floor next to the blonde, waiting for her to continue.

"Last year," she sighed again. "Last year I felt so

alone. I know I wasn't. Technically I had Puck and
Mercedes and in a lesser sense, everyone else in
Glee, but I still felt so alone. It was so scary. I just
wanted to curl up and cry at times, but every time I
did, all I wanted was someone to hold me. That, of
course, only reinforced the feeling that I was all
alone." Quinn laughed at herself for sounding like the
rambling diva. But despite the laugh a tear fell down
her cheek. "I guess I just realized if it was that scary
to be alone despite the friends I had, I can't even
imagine what it would be like without anyone."

Rachel knew that feeling. Far too well and her heart
broke for the blonde. At least Rachel would always
have her dads. She could go without friends if she
had the unconditional love of her parents. She
couldn't imagine suddenly learning that their love did
have stipulations in the moment she needed them
most. Rachel fought the urge to wrap the cheerleader
in her arms let her cry it out. Instead she took a place
laying down beside her and waited.

The brunette could see the girl studying her out of the
corner of her eye. Quinn rolled on her side and
brought an arm up around the smaller girl. She pulled
herself closer until her head rested comfortably on
Rachel's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Rachel." She whispered
in her ear. "I'm sorry for everything I've ever done to
you that has ever made you feel alone. I am so, so
sorry."

Rachel's tears fell freely now. She brought her hand

up to rest on Quinn's forearm to comfort her. "It's
okay, Quinn. I know." She did know. There was no
denying the pain in the cheerleader's voice and the
truth behind her tears and gestures.

Quinn sniffed. "So, now that I'm done blubbering,

what's your biggest fear?"

"That I'll always be alone."

Quinn squeezed the girl tighter. "You aren't anymore."

They laid there for what seemed like an hour until

Quinn's phone beeped. Rachel shifted her head to
look for the source of the noise. "New text." Quinn
informed her.

"Oh," Neither of them moved. "Are you going to get

it?"

"Are you trying to get rid of me?"

Never. "No. It just may be important."

Quinn repositioned her head on Rachel's shoulder. "If

it was important they would call, not text." She shift
her hand from Rachel's other shoulder to her neck
and played with the brown locks she found there.

"What are we doing?"

"We are laying on your floor."

"That's not what I meant and you know it. What are
we doing? What is this? Where did it come from?"
The phone beeped again. "And will you get that, it is
making me nervous."

Quinn reluctantly removed herself from the diva and

grabbed her phone from her bag. "It's Santana. Her
place Friday night. Mom is out of town. We are to be
there after school."

"More games?" Rachel asked playfully.

Quinn shrugged. "You never know."

"What was the second one?" She watched as the

blonde pressed a few buttons and rolled her eyes.

"Santana, said we better not be doing anything she

wouldn't approve of. Not like that leaves much. So do
you think you can convince your dads to let you go
this weekend?"

"Please, I'm Rachel Barbara Berry. I can get anything

I want if I administer the right amount of logic, guilt,
attitude, and stubbornness."
"God, you sound like a mini Santana. No wonder she
likes you so much." Quinn placed her phone back in
her bag and started to reclaim her spot cuddled up to
Rachel when the diva moved away. She sat up
against the side of her bed.

"So, we have made some progress today." She noted,

avoiding Quinn's hazel eyes. "Let's see what another
good question would be…what is your one
weakness? I'm not talking about the spot on your
neck. I mean if there was something I wanted or
something I wanted to know, how would I go about
getting it?"

Quinn scoffed. "To get the answer to that, you would

have to know already. Because I'm not divulging that
sort of information. Not unless you tell me yours first."

Rachel shook her head. "Not happening."

"Then you will never know."

The brunette smirked. "Oh, I'll find out. Friday night. I

can just ask Santana."

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

"Tickle her."

"What?" questioned Rachel.

"Yeah, the easiest way to get Quinn Stubborn-ass
Fabray to give in is to tickle her. "Anything you want,"
Santana informed her taking a swig of her beer.
"What was it you were trying to get out of her anyway.
I might just be able to tell you."

Rachel shook her head. "Nothing in particular. I just

haven't encountered anyone that can be quite as
bullheaded as her before. She gets these looks
without expression and I want to be able to crack
them. It would be nice to know how to do it in the
future."

"You mean no one else as bull headed as yourself."

The shorter brunette scoffed and finished her latest

beer. She had never thought she would drinking but it
calmed her a little bit. Still, she was hoping not to
make a habit out of these drunken weekends. She
loved the company and the feeling like she actually
belonged and was wanted somewhere, but in time
should try to do it sober. "I need another."

"Q? We're out!"

"Am I your slave?" She heard the blonde call from the
other room.

"Yeah, Fabray. You are. Now get your voluptuous ass

in here with some more drinks." The blonde appeared
in the doorway empty handed. "Where are my beers?"

Quinn folded her arms across her chest defiantly as

the Latina rose from her seat to meet her eye to eye.
"They're in the kitchen. Maybe you should go and get
them."

Rachel silently watched the battle of dominance

wondering in the back of her head if this was playful
or not. Each girl had a look of seriousness plastered
on her face and posture that beckoned a
confrontation. The only thing that kept Rachel from
trying to stop a potentially physical altercation was the
basis of this spat was ridiculous. It couldn't be taken
that seriously.

"Go get them Fabray." Santana ordered taking a step

closer to the blonde, who, in turn, matched her step
until they were inches apart. Quinn dropped her
hands to her side and lifted her head to squeeze out
some height over the Latina in a final show of
defiance.

Rachel jumped at the sudden movement and scream

as the two girls crashed to the ground and Santana
pinned the blonde on her back. It was only after the
second scream that Rachel noticed Santana was
tickling her, not hitting her.

"I will wind this, Q!" She announced. "You should

have just brought the damn drinks." There was no
reply other than a mix of laughter, screams, and
gasps for air Quinn tried to fight off Santana furiously
fast fingers. Quinn tried to overpower the girl but
found herself pinned completely to the ground as
Santnaa straddled her waist.

"Give up yet?"

Another scream escaped as the head cheerleader

shook her head. This was a musing, and a slight turn
on to Rachel, who remained in her place on the sofa.

"Help! Ah! Rachel!" pleaded a defeated Quinn.

"Sorry Quinn. As much as I would love to come to

your rescue, I am pretty certain Santana would kick
my butt."

"Damn straight, Berry." Santana panted as she

started to run out of energy. "Give up, Q?"

Quinn took the Latina's moment of exhaustion to

catch her breath before answering. "Not a chance."
The war commenced.

Rachel took the time to venture to the kitchen and

fetch the drinks from the fridge for herself. The battle
for dominance was beginning to exhaust itself. Quinn
had momentarily gained the upper hand and began
tickling the cheerleader on top of her but now found
her hands pinned on each side of her head."
"Give up?" The Latina asked again looking down
upon the defeated girl, looking for a surrender. The
blonde shook her head. Santana smirked and shifted
her hips slightly.

Quinn lifted her head to look down between their

heaving chests. "Got a problem there, San?" She
asked in a hushed voice. "Too bad Brittany's not here
yet to help you out." It was no secret Santana liked
being dominant. However, little was known about how
defiance effected her. Quinn though, could feel the
heat radiating from the girl's core and their eyes
locked.

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into, Q.

Just go get me my drinks."

Quinn smirked devilishly and bucked her hips

upwards between the Latina's legs, gaining a gasp
from the aroused girl. "No…" Santana licked her lips,
trying to gain control of her body. Quinn bucked her
hips again."

Rachel remained on the sofa unable to move as the

sexual tension in the room rose until it was palpable in
the air. Her mouth ran dry and it became difficult to
swallow. She gazed down at the two girls silently
willing them to kiss. It was as if she said it out loud for
at that moment Santana pressed her lips against
Quinn's in a passionate kiss.
She moved her kisses to the blonde's long neck,
biting lightly as she went, searching for that right spot.
Quinn gasped. There. "You going to get my drinks?"
Santana asked before swirling her tongue over the
sensitive spot. There was no answer. She released
her grip on one of Quinn's arms and pinched the girls
nipple through her shirt until she heard a whimper.

The blonde was biting her bottom lip. "No."

Frustration filled the Latina and she lifted her body off
of the blonde's. Impulsively Quinn began to push
herself off the ground when she felt the dominate girl's
weight return, this time with her thigh pressing into
Quinn's center. All the wind was sucked from the
blonde's lungs.

"Come on, Q." urged Santana as she picked a steady

rhythm. "I know what you want. I'll give it to you. All
you have to do is be my slave and get me the drinks."

"No." The answer was the same but her conviction

was lessening.

The Latina slowed her pace, ignoring the whimpering

protests from below. "I know what to do." She twisted
the blonde's wrists so that both fit into one hand.
"Open your eyes, Q." Quinn obliged. Lightly Santana
traced her finger down the blonde's jaw line, her neck,
and between her breast, hesitating at the waistband
of the blonde's shorts. He gaze met the pleading
hazel eyes and she lowered just the tips of her fingers
below the fabric, gliding them side to side.

"That's what you want. What you need, isn't it?" She
forced her hand lower, playing with the blonde curls
she found there. "I understand. It's not the same when
you have to do it yourself, but I'm here, Q." She ran
her fingers over the girl's slit, playing in her wetness.
"I can help you relieve that tension." She teased the
girl's opening, tracing her fingers in gentle circles. "Do
you want that?"

The blonde swallowed hard. "humph…" she

whimpered licking her lips.

"Just tell me, Q. Tell me and I'll take care of you. Are
you going to be my slave?" Santana moved her
tongue over the sensitive spot on her neck one more
time and kissed it gently.

"…yes…"

Santana smiled and slide two fingers into the gasping

blonde. She pumped her fingers at a furious pace
relishing how wet she managed to make the head
cheerleader. She did that. She was in control. And
now she was going to cause Quinn to lose hers
completely.

The blonde moaned and bucked her hips in her

eagerness. "Come on, Q. Cum for me." She pressed
her thumb firmly to the blonde's clit and felt her
muscular walls contract around her fingers. She
removed her hand from the girls shorts and watched
her convulsing body.

"On second thought, mixed drinks sound better. I

think I'll go make some." Santana peered over her
shoulder. "You want one, Berry?"

The stunned brunette shook her head. Santana left

her and made her way to the kitchen. Rachel couldn't
take her eyes off of the blonde still reeling from her
orgasm.

"Rachel?" She called out feeling with her hand.

"Rachel?" The petite diva removed herself from the
couch, kneeling on the floor next to Quinn, grasping
her hand. It was only then Rachel realized exactly
how aroused she was. Quinn pulled her down into an
embrace, wrapping her arms around her neck. She
needed the closeness as the last few waves of her
climax ravaged her body. Rachel didn't know why, but
she understood.

"I'm sorry." The blonde apologized, removing her

arms from Rachel's neck and covering her face in
embarrassment. "I cannot believe that just happened."
She confessed through her fingers.

Rachel wiped away the blonde strands of hair

plastered to the abashed girl's forehead. "It's okay
Quinn. I do believe this falls under one of the
numerous rules Santana make me swear my life to
uphold. The one which come to mind most vividly is
rule number one: If I were to so much as to admit to
being here to witness anything embarrassing, she
would force me to run through the halls at school
naked."

Quinn laughed and lowered her hands. "She would

too. You know that, right?"

Rachel nodded. "So out side of the three of us…this

never happened."

"Thank you." The hazel eyes poured gratitude.

"I have to say one thing though," Rachel confessed as

she aided Quinn off the floor.

"What is that?" The blonde asked nervously.

"That, was hot."

"Yeah, well maybe you can join us next time, Berry.

Instead of staring like come sick perv." Retorted
Santana, mixed drink in hand. "I'd like to have two
bitches; One to kiss each cheek."

**********
"So, Santana is fairly dominant." Rachel stated.

"Does that surprise you?" Quinn asked with a slight

blush of embarrassment remembering the night's
earlier events.

"No, I guess not. It's just different seeing it." the

brunette noted before brushing her hair out of her
face. "Are her and Brittany…I thought Brittany would
be mad at her for what happened between you two."

Quinn let out a long sigh. "Their relationship is beyond

complicated. I guess the best way to look at it is see
them both as Puck. Eager for anyone but willing to
come back to just one. The only difference is Brittany
gets jealous easier. So, Santana is making it up to her
now."

Rachel scrunched her face. "So that is what they are

doing back there."

Quinn laughed a little sipping on her glass of water.

"Yep. Just be glad they had the decency to close the
door this time. I walked in on them one time when
they didn't…far more than what I bargained for. Some
people just have no modesty."

"Was that the first time you and Santana…" she

trailed her words off as Quinn covered her face again.
"I mean, you said that you two have made out, but
beyond that?"
"Beyond that, no. That…was…a first. I don't even
know how it happened."

"You started it." Rachel stated.

Quinn snapped to look at the girl next to her. "I did

not!"

Rachel laughed. "You did. If you had just brought her

the drinks-"

"I cannot believe you are taking her side over mine,"
Quinn teased shouldering the smaller girl. "You are
suppose to be my friend, not hers."

Rachel nudged back. "I am your friend, but that

doesn't override your guilt in the matter."

"You must be drunk."

"Why?" Rachel shifted so she was sitting sideways on

the sofa with her legs curled under her. "Because I
formed an opinion based upon facts which conflicts
with yours? And just so you know, I am not drunk."
Quinn arched an eyebrow. "I'm buzzed."

Both girls fell silent as loud moans from the rear of the
house echoed off the walls. "My God, they are loud."
Quinn exclaimed running her palm across the back of
her neck in the awkward moment.
"You weren't exactly quiet yourself."

"Rachel!"

"What? You weren't. Though, I should give you some

credit. While the moaning was incredibly intense, I do
believe you caught yourself just before you screamed
Sant-"

Quinn leaned over the girl and clasped her hand over
her mouth. "Don't say another word about that. It
wasn't like- Ew! Rachel you just licked my hand!" She
pulled away quickly wiping her palm on her shirt.

"No. I licked my lips. Your hand just happened to be in

the way."

"You know…I'm not sure I like the drunk 'you'." She

lied. She loved this Rachel. Every time the brunette
spit out a quick quip Quinn felt compelled to kiss her.
Rachel made her laugh too. Santana and Brittany
were amusing, but Rachel made her laugh.
Something that didn't occur regularly in her life. "You
are far too assertive and honest."

The brunette sat up defensively. "Hey! You were the

one who said you didn't mind the honesty and
preferred me when I wasn't talking around my
answers."
There was that flutter in her chest again. "You're right.
But I might like it better if you weren't talking at all."
Quinn leaned forward and kissed the unsuspecting
brunette. She felt Rachel deepen the kiss then
suddenly pull away. She wouldn't look Quinn in the
eyes. "What's wrong?"

Rachel grabbed her empty glass and moved to refill it

with the alcohol conveniently located on the other side
of the room. "Nothing's wrong. I just need a drink."

That hurt. Nothing hurt more than rejection. Except

being lied to about being rejected. I mean, was
Rachel not flirting with her? Was this not the same girl
who crawled into her bed and professed the need to
be with her, to kiss her? Not want, but need?

"Okay. I'm sorry but we are going to have to talk about

what just happened."

Rachel gulped down her drink and refilled it before

turning back to Quinn, only, she kept her eyes to the
floor. "What about it?" she asked flippantly.

Another kick to the chest. "You know what, never

mind." Quinn was pissed. Pissed and hurt and those
two emotions were a volatile mixture. Especially when
combine with Fabray blood. Keeping herself from
destroying her friendship with the brunette, and
possibly the brunette herself, Quinn walked down the
hallway and out the back door. Desperate for some
fresh air.

Rachel watched as she left. Only after she heard the

screen door slam shut did she down her refill and
return to the sofa with the entire bottle in hand. Thirty
minutes later she heard another door open and
closed but she ignored it. Only when she turned he
attention to a second bottle did she notice Santana
and Brittany emerging from the bedroom.

"Hey Berry. Where's Q?" Santana asked playing with

the cheerio's arm looped around her waist.

"She's out there." Rachel's arm waved haphazardly in

the air, never indicating a specific direction.

"Give me that bottle." Santana snatched it away from

the diva's lips. "Out where, Berry?"

"Out back. Now give me the fucking bottle." The

shorter girl reached for it but slipped from her seat,
landing face first onto the floor.

"Britt, take care of her drunk ass while I find Q. And

Babe, no more drinking for her, okay?"

Brittany nodded and aided the stumbling brunette to

the sofa and away from the remaining bottles.

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~
Santana gazed out the back door and saw Quinn
sitting on top of her picnic table, head resting on her
arms which were draped over her knees. She looked
broken. Santana knew her normal don't-give-a-shit
attitude wasn't going to work. She was becoming a
sap for her friend. Quinn Fabray was a tough chick
because she had to be, not because that's the way
she actually was. She's always had walls built around
her so the constant emotional hammering never hit
her, at least not around other people. Lately those
walls had been crumbling with the slightest breeze.

As the screen door closed, the creek of the spring

echoed into the darkness. Without saying a word
Santana took her spot next to Quinn, their side touch
in support. The blonde sniffed. It was obvious she had
been crying.

"I feel so stupid." Her words were muffled by her

arms.

"What happened, Q?"

Quinn lifted her head. "Short story: She flirted. I

kissed. She pulled away. Then pretended like nothing
happened…Last weekend she was all over me. She
said she thought she was gay and even made a move
on me. She told me that she needed me, needed to
be with me. Now she's ignoring it. I mean, she flirts
and then there is nothing…I just don't like being
someone's experiment. This is all too new for that."
Santana placed her arm around her friend but Quinn
pulled away. The blonde left the table and stood a few
feet forward into the darkness. She was wiping her
tears, gaining her composure… but Santana knew
what she was really doing. She was building her walls
back up.

"Q, I have a hard time believing you were just an

experiment. I mean, if she was only curious she would
have ended up in bed with me and Britt, not you. She
faced rejection with you."

"It doesn't matter. I was just being stupid."

"Yes it does matter. Obviously there is something to

all of this. We just need to figure it out. Just go talk to
Berry-"

"I'm not going to talk to her right now. Nothing good

would come out of it. You do whatever the hell you
want. I'm going to bed." Santana now feared that
Quinn Fabray, HBIC, had returned. She hoped she
would be proven wrong in the morning.

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

"Let go of me Brittany." Rachel tried for the bottle

again but the strong arms around her waist held her
back with ease.
"Nope."

"Seriously. Let me go. I can almost reach it." The

brunette stretched as far as she could knowing her full
weight was being supported by the cheerio.

"Nope."

Rachel unconsciously bit her bottom lip as she tried

once more to magically extend her arm an inch
further. Suddenly the room was spinning. Brittany
whipped around, throwing the tiny girl onto the
cushioned sofa.

"Santana said you had enough, Rach."

The brunette held her head in attempts to steady her

still spinning vision. "Santana doesn't know shit."

"Rachel! That wasn't very nice. And Santana does

know about these things."

Rachel pressed her fingers against her temple firmly.

"Santana knows about cheerleading. Santana knows
about jacking cars. Santana knows about sex. She
even apparently knows what turns Quinn on in a split
second. But Santana does not know about me."

Brittany took the seat next to the brunette and nudged

her with her shoulder. "She knows enough."
"And what is it that she knows, Brittany?" Rachel
turned to face the blonde anticipating the enlightening
response. "What has she figured out about me?"

"All the things you haven't."

"Oh really? She could save me a lot of hassle and fill

me in on those. It would really help me out." remarked
the drunk diva snidely.

"She knows you like Quinn."

"I don't like Quinn like that."

"Yes you do." Brittany reassured her.

Rachel was expecting the remark, but not the moment

of sobriety that accompanied it. "I do." Brittany
nodded her head in silent agreement. "But I don't."

"And people think I'm slow."

"I resent the implication. I like her, I do. I admit it. But,
I don't know. When I think about it…I just. I can't
picture us together. I can't see her with me."

"You don't think she likes you?"

"No." Rachel stated it as if it was obvious.

"But didn't she like, cuddle with you and stuff?"

"Yeah, but that's when I didn't want to be with her
anymore." Rachel suddenly felt like she sounded just
like Brittany; just south of coherent, and just north of
crazy.

"So it's like you want what you can't have?" pressed
the blonde, more confused than normal.

"No. I want her but when I have her…I just fear it."
The two sat in silence with matched expressions of
confusion on their faces.

"You two look so pathetic right now." Santana stated

as she entered the room. "So, Berry. Let me get this
right. You want Quinn until she wants you back, then
you freak because it's real. Why don't you want
something real?"

"Tell me Santana, what do you think would happen if

Quinn and I walked down the hallway in school,
holding hands?"

The room was silent.

"You and Brittany can and it's fine. You and Quinn
could and it would be fine. But if I were the one
holding the other's hand there would be an onslaught
of slushies and name calling, crude anonymous
phone calls, and not to mention her mother would
throw her back out on the street." the brunette rattled
off the truth. "So, please tell me there is nothing to
fear about being with Quinn when I know what she
will go through only because it is my hand she holds."

There it was. The undeniable truth. No one could

argue with it or even try and downplay the effects.
Rachel cared. She cared enough to force herself not
to.

"Where is she anyway? Is she okay?"

Santana nodded. "She's asleep in the other room.

She should be fine." She paused. "Look, Berry…I'm
sor-"

"Don't apologize. Please. Let's just go to sleep and

deal with this after our hangovers tomorrow." She
stood up and motioned with her arms for everyone to
find their spot on the floor. She picked up the blanket
and laid it out straight. Brittany collected the empty
bottles and took them to the kitchen while Santana
crossed the room and threw her arms around Rachel.

She hugged the girl in her arms until she felt her
tension release. "I am sorry." She let the girl go. "For,
like…everything." Santana grabbed a few more
bottles and followed the blonde out of the room.

********

Nothing was mentioned the next day. No one wanted

to talk about it. Brittany did her best to ease the dull
mood in the air but it remained relatively the same.
But to Santana's relief, Quinn swallowed her hurt and
attempted to put a visibly shaken Rachel at ease. The
Latina avoided her normal snarkiness and kept
surprisingly quiet until they all said their goodbyes.
School was bound to bring things back to normal, or
so they all hoped.

"Hey Q. How is your wonderful Monday morning

going? And…did you happen to remember to do the
chemistry homework?" Santana crossed her fingers
waiting for her to reply. The blonde laughed at he
adorableness and handed her the worksheet. "Thank
you! But seriously, how's it going?"

"It's okay but I guess I'm still in a bit of a fog."

"Eh, give it time." She pushed. "You two will still be

good friends, right?"

"Last night you were pushing for us to get together

and now you are hoping we're going to be friends…"
Quinn wondered what had changed so abruptly.

"Yeah. Shit changes. I mean, I realized last night that

you two would make one way overly dramatic couple.
Perhaps it's for the best."

Quinn huffed. "Insensitive much?"

"Ah." The Latina pointed at the blonde. "See what I
mean. I say one little thing and you're jump all over
me."

"I'm not jum-"

"Sure. Whatever, Q. I'll give you back your worksheet

at lunch. K? Love ya. Bye." Quinn watched with an
open mouth as her 'best friend' walked away.

As she entered her next class she still couldn't

understand what had just happened.

"Can I ask you something?" Quinn asked as she took

her seat conveniently position next to Rachel and
continued talking before the brunette could respond.
"What the hell happened Saturday night? Not
between you and me. I'm talk about Santana."

Rachel couldn't force herself to speak.

"Come on Rachel. Say Something. This isn't the time

for you to lose you obnoxiously large vocabulary.
Speak!" she barked.

"I..uh, well." The brunette stumbled on her words.

"Preferably in sentences."

"What has she done that makes you ask?"

Quinn hesitated. She wasn't really wanting to bring
this up, and to Rachel of all people. "It's just this
weekend, when she talked to me she was…
concerned," Quinn just realized how strange a
concept that was. "And now this morning she could
have cared more about dirt on her new shoes. Did
you two talk after I went to sleep?"

Rachel knew if she said yes then Quinn would want to

know what she had said and she really didn't want to
say those things to the girl. As much as she
pretended not to, she cared. Hell, she probably even
loved he. She couldn't confess it then deny a
relationship and cite the girl's closeted vanity and fear
of being alone as her excuse. She could picture it: 'I
can't be with you because I don't want you to feel
alone'…oh so logical.

"Oh, well, I don't remem-"

"You don't remember? Really Rachel? Are you sure?"

She was such a horrible liar. "Forget I asked." The
blonde spat before focusing on her work.

Class flew by and thankfully the glee rehearsal had

been canceled for the day. Quinn had never been so
happy to walk into her house as she was that
afternoon. Even despite the fact her mother was
home and already self medicating with a new bottle of
Bacardi. She trudged up the stairs and threw herself
into her homework, trying to drown out the day. She
knew she had been too aggressive with Rachel at
school. It was her defense. Attack so no one can see
you're hurt. She hated it. It was a habit she was trying
to break but she still wasn't use to people seeing her
vulnerable and that was exactly how Rachel made her
feel at Santana's. She felt like a fool.

She didn't realize how much time had passed until

she heard a knock on her door. "Quinny, Sweetie.
You have company." Her mother's bloodshot eyes
smiled at her as she opened the door and ushered
Rachel in.

"Thank you Mrs. Fabray." The brunette whispered as

she closed the door. When the door clicked shut
Quinn stood from her chair and wrapped her arms
around herself defensively as Rachel approached.

"What do you want?"

There was no answer, only lips on hers. Sweet and

tender, lacking any trace of alcohol. The diva cupped
the taller girl's cheek in her hand and pulled her down
to her height. She tried to put every ounce of emotion
she felt for the blonde into the kiss hoping she would
understand how she felt. When the pair broke from
the kiss, Rachel refused to let Quinn go from her
grasp.

"I like you. I like you so much Quinn, that it hurts" She
kissed her again long and full of passion. Slowly she
release the girl from her hips and loosed her grasp on
her face. "You'll lose everything being with me. And
that's why I can't be with you." She placed one more
kiss on the blonde's lips, savoring every second
before turning and leaving the room.

"Rachel." she heard Quinn call behind her as she

descended the stairs, never looking back. "Rachel!"

"Quinny, is everything alright?" Her mother asked as

both girls exited the house just seconds apart.

"Rachel." Quinn grabbed the girls arm and spun her

around.

"Don't Quinn." Rachel pulled away and put a few

steps distance between them.

"Don't what? You can't kiss me like that and say what
you said, and then tell me I can't respond."

"Will you keep your voice down. Your mother is right

there." Rachel warned in a hushed tone of the woman
observing from the opened front door.

"So what?"

"So what! Quinn she threw you out because you

embarrassed her when you got pregnant. What do
you think she would do if she knew about how we
feel. She wouldn't hesitate to do it again."
Quinn choked back tears. "So I should hide who I am
like I always have? Deny that I would be happy with
you?"

Rachel reflexively closed the gap between them and

took the girl's face in her hands when she saw a tear
fall from Quinn's eye. "No. I don't want you to. I want
you to be happy and have everything you ever
wanted. But you just got this part of your life back,
Quinn."

"Quinny, are you okay?" Her mother asked taking a

protective step closer.

"Don't go Rachel. Please. I don't need the big empty

house and drunk mother. I need everything you gave
me in that kiss. Don't leave me here without knowing
you are going to be with me." Their eyes locked.
Quinn had thought of all of this. Rachel was right. She
was going to lose something if this was to happen, but
she had already made her decision. "Kiss me."

And she did, just like before, full of every emotion and
desire. It was as if she was being pulled from her
body and engulfed in the blonde standing before her.

"Quinny…" The woman's voice trailed off in the

distance. Quinn could almost hear her shocked
expression as she wrapped her arms around the
shorter girl's waist and pulled her deeper into the kiss.
Right in the front yard for all the neighbors to see.
When they finally broke apart they panted through
beaming smiles.

"She still there?" Quinn asked. Rachel glanced over

the taller girl's shoulder and nodded her head. "How
does she look?"

The brunette bit her lip. "Heart broken."

Quinn sighed. "You've never met my mother, have

you?"

"No. Just when she let me in tonight."

"Well, I think it's time you did." Quinn took Rachel's

hand in hers and escorted her up to the front stoop.
"Mom, I would like you to meet Rachel, my girlfriend."
Her mother remained silent and expressionless.
Quinn squeezed Rachel's hand gently and guided her
passed the flabbergasted woman and back into the
house.

"What are we doing?"

"I'm going to pack my bags, just in case."

"Oh," Rachel deflated. This is what she didn't want.

"Maybe it wont come to that this time."

"Thirty minutes." He mother broke her silence. "Just

like last time. I'll set the timer on the stove. Thirty
minutes and get out."

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

Quinn pulled two duffle bags from her closet and

threw them onto her bed next to her Cherrios' bag.
She was thankful she hasn't actually unpacked that
one yet today. "Can you call Santana for me?"

Rachel had been frozen just inside the doorway

watching as Quinn began sorting through her clothes.
"Sure, what did you want me to say?"

Quinn studied her wardrobe hanging inside her closet,

deciding what she could live without. "Let her know I
am out of the closet…so to speak…and out of the
house. See if I can stay with her tonight."

Rachel had dialed the number but hung up quickly. "I

don't think so. Not after what happened between you
two this weekend. You're staying with me."

Quinn stepped out of her closet and studied the diva's

face. "Are you serious? I mean, do you remember the
really tall, intimidating man who lives there that hates
me? There is no way he is going to let me stay with
you. Joshua maybe, but not Michael."

"I'm sure he will understand when I explain the entire

situation to him." Rachel approached the doubtful
blonde and took her hand. "You're being thrown out
because of this, because of us, because…"

"I'm gay." Quinn finally admitted.

Rachel nodded. "And as a gay individual himself, he

will be very understanding and sympathetic for your
situation."

Quinn rested her forehead against Rachel's and

played with her fingers in her hand. It was all so
unreal. Every tough left her tingling. "But as your
father, he wont be."

"I don't want you to stay with Santana. I like her but I
don't entirely trust her yet. Especially not with you,
and before you object." Rachel pressed her index
finger to the blonde's lips, "I trust you. But! She has
quite convincingly displayed her ability to coerce you
to do whatever she wishes."

"Rachel…"

"I want you to stay with me. I want us to have the time
and opportunity to really get to know each other. To
figure out exactly what this is." She lifted their
intertwined hands. "I know it all happened
indescribably fast, but my feelings are genuine."

Quinn dropped the girl's hands and wrapped her arms

around the diva's neck, kissing her temple. "My
feelings are real too." She pulled away slowly and
made her way back to the closet. Thirty minutes
wasn't really a long time. "I'm willing to see if your
dads would be okay with me staying."

"Good." Rachel nodded her head quickly in approval

before folding some of Quinn's clothes and placing
them in her duffle bags. "I know Dad will be okay with
it. He already likes you. He says you're a softy who
mold to her situations."

"Insightful."

"He is. What else do you need to bring?"

Quinn survived the room. "The upside of this being

my second time to pack my bags is I know exactly
what I need and everything I forgot I needed last time.
For instance," She walked over to her desk. "My
laptop…full of pictures that can never be replaced,
homework I don't want to redo, email addresses and
all things that would make me feel more at home in a
strange house."

Rachel smiled and placed the computer and all of its

chords into its travel bag. "I wouldn't have thought of
that."

"Yeah. But it's amazing how much time I actually

spend on it. One of those things where you don't
know what you have til it's back in your parents house
and you don't have a key. But I'm keeping the key this
time. Just in case I remember something else. I can
sneak back in and get it while mom is at work."

"So are you ready?" Quinn nodded. "Do you get to

keep the car or do I need to call my dads?"

Quinn shrugged. "I'm keeping it until they take it. You

know, packing goes by much faster when you have
someone helping you. Finn just stood there and kept
apologizing."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "He would. Guys can be so

useless sometimes. How did we not figure out we
didn't want them sooner."

Quinn laughed and embraced the diva one more time

before grabbing her bags and exiting the bed room.
Last year she shut the door in tears. Now it was
laughter. This had to be the right thing.

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

"Here. Take your bags up to my room while I talk to

my dads." Rachel said as she handed Quinn the bag
she was carrying.

"Your room?" Quinn smiled mischievously. "What

happened to the guest room?"

"Tonight we can get away with you sleeping in my bed

under the 'I'm upset I was just kicked out' heading. It
may not happen again for a while so I strongly
suggest we take advantage of it."

"Got ya. To your room I go."

Rachel watched the girl ascend the stairs with mixed

feelings of adoration and heartbreak. Quinn didn't
seem affected by her second disownment but Rachel
knew she was hiding whatever hurt she was feeling.

"Rachel, Honey, was that Quinn?" He dad asked from

his seat at the kitchen table. "It's a school night. There
are no sleepovers."

The brunette slowly made her way into the kitchen

and took a seat opposite of her fathers. "We need to
talk." The two men exchanged glances, suddenly
feeling like little kids being sat down by their mom to
have that talk. "As you are both well aware of, Quinn
and I have not always been on friendly terms." Joshua
nodded and Michael rolled his eyes. "You are also
aware that we have since then formed a wonderful
friendship. Well, that blossoming friendship has…
blossomed into something much more."

The men's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Sweetheart, I

thought you were dating Finn…a boy. I mean, we
have had this talk before." Michael reminded her.

Rachel nodded. "I know. Well, Finn and I aren't

actually together anymore, primarily because of my
feelings for Quinn. I don't know when it all happened,"
she admitted, "but I have more feelings for her than I
do Finn, Noah, and Jesse combined. And then still it
is not even worth competing against."

Michael shifted in his discomfort. "You went from hate

to a romance in just over two weeks? Rachel, I am
sure you care for the girl, but maybe it is simply a
misplacement of emotions. She's the first close
female friend you've ever had."

"I've thought of that. I have thought about that in great

detail, but it doesn't fit. And I never hated her. I have
always wanted to be around her, be her friend. I have
even discovered that she never harbored any true
distaste for me until I tried to take Finn and that still
wasn't all that it appeared to be."

"Could this not be some in depth ploy to embarrass

you somehow at school." Michael wanted to protect
his daughter. Wanted to make her think of everything
carefully. He knew how high school was, and how
cruel it all could be.

"I wont lie to you. I did have my suspicions, but I can

assure you they were invalid. You see, she risked a
lot…outside of school. She's here tonight because
she has been kicked out of her house." Michael's
eyes widened in realization. This was real. "She has
no more because of her feelings for me. So, I assure
you they are real."

"So, that's why she had the bags." Joshua noted for
clarity.

"Do you want her to stay here?" He daddy's words

were full of concern now. He no longer fought Quinn's
influence over his daughter. He had misjudged her.

Rachel nodded. "You raised me to be happy with who

I am no matter what that might actually be. Quinn has
never had that. She has always been strictly
reprimanded for stepping out as herself. Now she's
been thrown out again. I want her here, yes. But I also
believe her being here, in this house with the two of
you, will undoubtedly help her with this…transition. I
mean, Kurt is the only gay individual she knows and
he is just coming into it."

Her dads beamed with pride at her words. They

understood coming out was going to be a challenge
and Quinn, even more than Rachel, was going to
need support.

"I do think this would be the best environment for her.

She will get all the support and acceptance she is
going to need." Joshua stated looking to his husband.

"I agree with your dad, but there will be just a few
ground rules. Give us some time to talk about it and
we will discuss it tomorrow. I'm sure Quinn is very
upset so we wont bother her with them right now. Just
let her know she is welcome her."

Rachel stood and gave each man a hug of gratitude.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now go check on your girlfriend.

That's going to take some getting use to saying…
girlfriend." Take some time getting use to hearing,
Rachel thought.

She could hear the murmurs of the voices talking in

the kitchen as she opened the bedroom door. Quinn
was sitting anxiously on the bed. "My dads say
'Welcome to the Berry House'. You are more than
welcome here."

Quinn beamed. "Even Michael? He's really okay with

this or is Joshua making him sleep on the couch
again?"

Rachel pulled the blonde up from the bed, wrapped

her arms around her waist and kissed her gently.
"He's really okay with it. Once, of course, I convinced
him this wasn't some ploy of yours and Santana/s"

Quinn shook her head. "No. This is all very real." She
kissed the shorter girl again. Rachel inhaled deeply,
filling her senses with everything Quinn. The way she
felt, her soft skin, her sweet smell, the way she tasted,
and her comforting touch. "I knew your house always
felt more like home."

"This is going to be hard." Rachel told her.

Quinn nodded and took her seat back on the edge of

the bed. "I know it is, but just knowing that there is this
safe and loving house to retreat back to everyday,
with you here with me…it makes it a little less scary."

Rachel nodded, placing herself in front of Quinn again

and ran her fingers lightly through her blonde tresses.
"Yeah, but not only that. It's going to be hard keeping
my hands away from you." She trailed her thumbs
over the blonde's jaw line and lifted her chin into
another passionate kiss until Quinn began to laugh
into the kiss. "And what is so funny."

"You didn't close the door."

"So?"

The blonde smiled broadly and pointed to the door

before diverting her eyes to the floor. Rachel let out a
sigh of frustration and turned to shut the door. Only
she found her dads braced against the frame with
amused smirks on their faces.

Rachel felt her blush come on in a wave of intense

fire. "…hi…"

The men's smiles deepened. "Hi."

"Is…there something wrong?" She asked as she
grabbed the door to close it.

Her dad shook his head. "No. Nothing wrong. Just…

keep it PG tonight, please." She rolled her eyes and
began to shut the door as the men walked away. A
foot stopped it from closing all the way and Rachel
opened it again.

"PG…13...ish…" Michael restated.

"Get out!" She slammed the door in embarrassment.

A/N: So here's another chapter I cranked out because

I know I wont have the opportunity to update
tomorrow. Now that the cat is out of the bag things will
really begin to pick up. Anyway, hope you all enjoy it.
I'm off to work.

*******

"Good morning girls."

"Morning Dad, Daddy." Rachel beamed and gave the

two men kisses as she entered the kitchen.

"Hungry?" Joshua asked Quinn.

She nodded. "It smells wonderful. And I want to thank

you both for allowing me to stay here."
"Don't mention it. I agree with what Rachel said last
night. This is the best place for you right now."

When Rachel was done greeting her fathers she took

a seat next to Quinn and placed a chaste kiss to her
lips. Quinn smiled at the action. There was no
awkwardness or fear of what Rachel's parents might
say or think. It was simply a kiss, a show of affection
without judgment.

Michael took his seat across from the girls and sipped
his coffee before reaching for Quinn's hand. "I'm sorry
for that first night. I was out of line. I didn't realize you
were in the process of righting some of your wrongs
and my guilt trip did nothing to help the fact."

Quinn shook her head at the man's guilt. "You have

nothing to apologize for. You were only trying to
protect her. I know what she's been through…what
I've put her through. She's lucky to have someone like
you to look out for her."

"And now," he squeezed her hand supportively. "I am

going to protect you as well. I mean, how are you two
going to handle this relationship at school?" The two
girls quickly exchanged glances. "We haven't actually
discussed that yet, Daddy."

"Oh?" Joshua asked as he served everyone their

meals. "Well, if I may, I know high school can be
difficult, especially for those who are different, but I
don't believe hiding who you are will help either of you
in the long run."

Rachel agreed but she didn't want to push Quinn.

Family and close friends knowing is one thing. School
was going to be different. Rachel was already at the
bottom rung of the social ladder while Quinn had just
reclaimed the top. "Dad, I appreciate your-"

"I agree." The brunette couldn't close her mouth.

Quinn reached over and closed it for her. "I agree.
Trying to hide everything last year with the baby was-"

"The baby?" The two men asked in unison, searching

between the girls for an explanation.

"I hadn't actually told them about that…" Rachel

admitted. "It wasn't really my place." Quinn mouthed
'oh' unable to actually speak the word."

Michael cleared his throat. "The baby?"

"I have a baby. Had a baby." There was no point in

lying. "Can we just get it all out on the table?"

"I think that may be best." Joshua informed her.

Rachel took her hand under the table in support.

"I was the president of the Celibacy Club last year. An

honest one. I didn't sleep around with boys or
anything like that. But I did make one mistake and I
got pregnant. When my parents found out, they threw
me out."

Realization struck Michael. "So that's what Rachel

meant by you were thrown out again."

Quinn nodded. "I couldn't raise a baby. Puck's a

decent guy but he couldn't help me in the way I
needed it. I didn't even have a place to call home. I
was sleeping on people's couches. So, I gave her
to…"

"Shelby Corcran." Rachel added. "So, technically,

Quinn's daughter is my adoptive sister."

The room fell silent.

"This is like a mini soap opera." Michael commented.

"But this doesn't change anything, Quinn. You are still
welcome here. Anyway, back to school."

"Right. After trying to hide the baby drama and lying to

everyone, I'm not really wanting to do it all again this
year. We don't necessarily have to broadcast it with a
formal announcement, but I'm not looking to hide it
either." She turned to Rachel and looked her in the
eyes. "I'm not ashamed of how I feel. I know we are
probably going to get laughed at, called names, and
maybe even slushied…"
"But that's what I told Santana I was afraid of." Rachel
interrupted her. "How you just managed to get
everything back and I was terrified of being the
reason you lost it again."

"So that's why Santana's attitude changed over

night?" Rachel nodded.

"Santana's one of the cheerleaders, right?" Joshua

asked trying to keep up with all the new information.
"And she already knows about you two? She's okay
with it? She's not harassing you?"

Quinn laughed as she took another bite of her

breakfast. "Harassment is sort of Santana's thing. It's
just what she does."

"She has no objections, Dad. Her only concern is for

Quinn's happiness. In fact, she is…well, her and…"
Rachel glanced to Quinn with a blank stare. "I don't
know how to explain that."

"More soap opera?" Michael asked leaning in, eager

for more gossip.

"Santana and Brittany, another cheerleader, are my

two closest friends. They are in what they refer to as
an openly closed relationship. They can…be with
anyone they want as long as they don't mind if the
other was to…be with that person as well…male or
female."
"Oh," the men responded in unison again. "Will we get
to meet these two?"

"The likelihood is high." Rachel concluded.

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

The two girls sat quietly in the car in the school's

parking lot. Exactly where they were fifteen minutes
ago.

"We can do this." Rachel asked more than stated.

Quinn nodded her head slowly. Talking about acting
normally at school was simple. Getting out of the car
and holding hands while hundreds of your peers
pointed and whispered…not quite as simple.

There was a tap on the driver's window. "Get your

asses out of the car, bitches."

"Motivation has arrived." Quinn announced as she

placed her keys in her bag and prepared to exit the
car.

Santana studied the on edge pair intently as the left

the comfort of the car. "Anything I should know?"
Rachel meandered her way to Quinn who took her
hand and intertwined their fingers. The Latina let out a
long sigh of contemplation. "You've put me in a tough
spot. You see, Berry made some valid points this
weekend. I had always assumed your freakish
friendship would last long enough that everyone
would get use to the concept of you two as friends
before you pulled out the homo card. Now I have to
decide if I let Quinn fumble her way back to the
bottom by herself,"

"Santana…"

"Or! If I risk my own status to make sure both of you

end up at the top with me…What are you offering
me?" She was joking but she wasn't. She liked having
the security of an actual friend next to her at the peak
of the unstable popularity pyramid, but she was also
absolutely terrified of falling from it.

"You have no choice." Rachel played along.

"Excuse me? I always have a choice." Santana

snapped her neck with her attitude. "Nobody tells me
what to do."

Rachel straightened her posture, lifting her head up

high. "You're right. You do have a choice. You can
help us or you will fall, because I will tell the entire
school that not only did you willingly shove your
tongue down my throat and grab my ass, but you
propositioned me to join you and Brittany for a
threesome."

"Berry…this is why I like you. You remind me of a little

me. Of course I'll help you two out."

Quinn let out the breath she had been holding. "You
had me worried, San."

The Latina motioned for them to start walking towards

the school. "Q, if it wasn't for me, you would still be in
denial. But how did this all come about? Yesterday
you were wanting to rip Berry's head off."

"Oops…I never did call her like you asked." Rachel

confessed.

"I guess now is as good a time as any. San, I moved

in with Rachel. Mom kicked me out. There you are, all
caught up."

"Uh, okay…I'm sure if I was expecting that, I would

have a really snappy and semi humorous comment,
but that is waaaaaay the hell out there."

"Hi guys!" Brittany bounced up to the trio, giving hugs

all around. "You two are so cute together. Her
sweater matches your uniform." Santana and Quinn
cringed at the comment.

"Berry, if I am going to be saving your ass on a day-

to-day basis now, we are going to have to do
something about the way that you dress." Santana
raised her hand to halt the refusal. "Let me put it this
way. If I have to save Quinn's reputation everyday
because of the way you dress…"

"Got it."

Quinn wrapped her arm around Rachel's shoulder

and pushed space between the brunettes protectively.
"We can come up with come sort of compromise with
a make over. Something different without being brand
new, still Rachel."

"How so?" Rachel asked tightening a grip on the

blonde's hip.

"Well, for starters, you are keeping those skirts. I-love-

them. But the stockings and penny loafers can go."

"You pervert." Rachel pushed the taller girl away and

began putting distance between them.

"Where are you going?"

"To find Finn. I think he deserves to hear about this

from me, not his football buddies."

Quinn nodded and blew her a kiss. "See you in class."

"So they did break up. She's not cheating on him with
you or anything like that?" Santana asked for
clarification.

Quinn nodded. "Some time last week. Things were

still awkward between them and finally snapped when
she told him that she still came back to my house
after their disaster date."

"She didn't tell him that she climbed into your bed, did
she?"

Quinn shook her head. "She didn't need to. It was

over before she got that far."

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

"Finn, if it is not too much on an inconvenience, I

would like a moment or two of your time."

Finn sighed and shut his locker door. "Rach, I've been
meaning to talk to you too. About what you told me…
about the kissing."

"Can we discuss this somewhere more private?"

Rachel's eyes danced around the passing students.
They would all find out eventually but it was a far
scarier concept without Quinn at her side. And she
certainly didn't want to inform Fin of the developments
in their situation with an audience.

Together they entered the empty classroom and took

adjacent seats. "I forgive you." He blurted. "You were
drunk. Things happen. Granted that is what happened
with Puck and Quinn, but that was different. They had
sex. You just kissed…you didn't have sex, right?"
Rachel lowered her gaze and shook her head. "I'm
happy you were able to forgive my drunken
indiscretions, but-"

"No. It's cool" he cut her off. "I mean, you know, the
whole girl-on-girl things is kinda hot. So if my girlfriend
was to kiss someone who wasn't me, it might as well
be a girl."

"Right…about that. Finn," Rachel hesitated. How

could she tell me gently so he wouldn't be hurt? Was
that even possible?

"We're cool right? We can go back to being boyfriend

and girlfriend? 'Cause I missed you, Rach."

"Finn, I can't." She kept her eyes glued to the floor.

"I'm seeing someone else."

"Oh,"

"It just happened recently and I thought that it would

be best if you were to hear it from me instead of the
whispers in the halls." Rachel watched from the
corner of her eye as his expression shifted from
sadness to anger and he pushed himself out of the
chair.

"I don't understand. I thought you always wanted to

be with me. I mean, this summer we even…you
know."

"I know, Finn and I don't regret that." She didn't. It

may not have been the with person she would spend
her life with, but he was someone she truly cared
about. Secondly, it took the mystery of what it would
be like to have sex with a boy away. Now she could
focus on her relationship with Quinn and be
undistracted. "I just wanted you to hear it from me. I'm
sorry." Rachel knew it wasn't enough. He was too
mad.

"Right, from you…not the whispers. But why would

anyone care about who you were dating?" His words
hurt, mostly because they were true. They weren't
going to care about who Rachel Berry was dating.
They were going to care about who the head
cheerleader was dating.

She stoop up and gathered her books. "Because I'm

dating Quinn Fabray." She didn't look at him. She
walked out of the room to her first class.
Unfortunately, it wasn't one she had with Quinn.

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

Quinn's phone buzzed in her bag. New text message.

-I told him. xR

There was no going back now. Quinn felt a small

wave of anxiety roll her stomach as she pressed the
buttons on her phone.

-r u alright? How did it go? xQ

-Don't know. xR

-meet me in the bathroom in 10. XQ

By the time Quinn got there Rachel already had tears

in her eyes. She rushed to the girl and cradled her in
her arms. "It's okay baby. What happened? Why are
you crying? What did he say?" A million other
questions spewed from her lips, leaving Rachel no
time to answer.

"It wasn't him." The brunette mumbled into the

cheerleader's uniform.

"Then what was it?" Quinn pulled Rachel away from

her and gently wiped away the tear residue.

Rachel shook her head in embarrassment. "Nothing.

It was nothing." The blonde raised her infamous
eyebrow indicating her unwillingness to accept that
answer. "I was just scared and then I realized I was
only scared because you weren't there which in turn
scared me more because I have never been so
emotionally dependent on another individual and it
was as if it all came crashing down on me when I
realized I wouldn't see you until next period and would
have to suffer through it on my on until then."

Quinn stood straight up. "I actually followed that."

Rachel rolled her eyes and turned to wash her face in
the sink. "Rachel, look, I understand. I do! Things are
just easier when we are together, when we have that
hand to hold." She took the diva's hands and kissed
them. "But I can't always be right there. I would be if I
could. I swear." She leaned down and capture the pair
of full lips, lingering for a second in her need.

"Can we stay here and do that all day?" Rachel asked

trying to hide her growing smile while she stared at
the inviting lips in front of her.

"Believe me, if I could do that as well, I would."

"One more?"

Those chocolate eyes melted Quinn's resistance and

she pulled the girls closer. The kiss deepened as
Rachel lifted herself onto her toes and cupped her
girlfriends cheek. The brunette ran her tongue along
her bottom lip, begging for the entrance which she
received. As their tongues massaged one another the
girls felt their need burning in the pit of their
stomachs.

"You're going to get me in trouble," Quinn pulled away

reluctantly and put a few steps between them.
"So?" Rachel attempted to close the gap but Quinn
had made it to the door.

"So, I don't think you dads would approve of us

getting detention for skipping class so we could
ravage each other in the bathroom."

"Ravage?" Rachel like the blonde's word choice.

"Yeah, that's what I'm going to do to you if I don't get

back to class now."

"Party pooper."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "But you don't love me any

less." And with that she disappeared down the hall.

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

The day progressed smoothly and while some

students noticed the girls' closeness, Quinn and
Rachel hadn't displayed anything out side of the
'friends' realm. Subconsciously they avoided kissing
in the hall ways but never hid their hand holding.
Quinn figured that compared to Brittany and
Santana's pinky holding, she and Rachel came off as
normal friends. Perhaps it was best. They weren't
hiding but they weren't putting it all out there. The real
test was going to be glee.

"Alright guys, take your seats so we can begin." Mr.

Schuester took notice as the former rivals entered
with their hands clasped together. "Well, ladies, I am
glad your assignment has led to a friendship. This is
what I was hoping for."

The girls blushed as they took their seats next to each

other, parting hands. Rachel hated to let go but
holding on would have drawn too much attention.
Quinn, on the other hand, didn't seem worried and
rested her arm along the back of Rachel's chair,
running her thumb lightly on her shoulder.

"Have you two come up with a song? Would you be

able to go today?"

"Actually, Mr. Schuester, we are in need of a few

more days."

"You have had two weeks already, but okay. I look

forward to hearing you ding. I'm just glad you have
worked out your issues."

"That's not all they've worked out." Santana mumbled,

earning her glares from both girls. "Get over it."

"Alright, some of you have already gone. Quinn and

Rachel aren't ready…Santana? How about you and
Artie?"

"Sorry. It's difficult for a cheerleader and a kid in a

wheelchair to find something in common." Couldn't
argue with that.

"Puck and Finn? How about it?"

Neither boy spoke. Puck reclined against the back

wall in boredom while Finn stared off into heated
space with aggravation plastered across his face.

"Finn?" the teacher coaxed him out of his trance. "Are

you and Puck ready for your presentation?"

He shook his head. "Not yet, Mr. Schue." He

grumbled.

"Come on you guys. You have had how long to do

this now. What are you doing with your time?" His
answer was directed at everyone but Finn took in
personally.

"What do you expect? This isn't fair."

"Finn, calm down."

"No! You make me work with the guy who got my ex-
girlfriend pregnant while you allowed her to steal my
new one. This is a bunch of crap."

"Finn, just calm down." The teacher approached the

fuming giant but he quickly left the room.

Eyes wandered around the room for an explanation

for the boys outburst and settled on the blonde and
brunette. Rachel physically sank in her seat while
Quinn continued the comforting shoulder rubs.

"Ah, man…this is just messed up." Mercedes

commented.

"I agree," Kurt added staring at the two in disbelief.

"Hell has indeed froze over."

Waves of realization rippled through the remaining

members and hit the dumbfounded teacher last.
Rachel wanted nothing more than to run from the
room and hide from all the unwanted attention. The
only thing that kept her from leaving was Quinn. The
blonde reached down and took her and in her own
and squeezed it tightly.

"Hey, People." Santana shouted. "Lets move on shall

we?" Puck opened his smirking mouth to say
something. "Don't even think about it Puckerman. Mr.
Schue…teach!"

"Okay." He agreed and began his lecture.

Quinn leaned over and pecked Rachel on the cheek.

"It's okay."

"And I thought you would be the one struggling with

this." Quinn smiled.
A/N: Thank you all for your wonderful reviews. They
really push me to keep going. I've got the next few
chapters all planned out but feel free to let me know if
there is something you'd like me to touch on.
Deffinetly going to hit some humor and fluff soon.
Always a good c

****

Rachel was amazed at how calm Quinn made her.

Even now as Santana and Brittany raided her
wardrobe, discarding articles of clothing all over the
floor of her bedroom. She didn't care. She laid on the
bed resting her head in the cheerleaders lap as Quinn
delicately wove her fingers through her hair.

"That stays." Quinn insisted as Santana grabbed a

navy blue and green plaid skirt.

"It's hideous."

"It's short." Rachel playfully slapped her girlfriend's

leg. "What? You have killer legs and a nice ass. Might
as well show them off."

"Language. And most individuals would not approve

of the attention their significant other would receive
from flaunting said attributes." Rachel teased.

"Yeah, but the way I see it, it's for me to look at not
them."
Santana emerged from the walk-in closet with a look
of amusement hiding below a thick layer of disgust.
"Will you two shut up. It's nauseating."

"Hey girls…" Michael's voice trailed off as he took in

the disorderly state of the room.

"Door's open." Rachel and Quinn pointed out

simultaneously referring to the newly laid rule that
when both girls are in a room the door must remain
open. The men's rules had been fairly simple and
nothing Quinn wasn't expecting. She was responsible
for certain chores, helping with dishes and such. All
arguments were to be resolved within the house, the
Berry's did not like tension of lingering issues. And
that the door must stay open. Simple enough.

"Right…what is going on in here?" He waved his

finger around the destruction.

"Santana, Brittany, come meet my Daddy." Rachel

urged. "They are revamping my wardrobe because it
apparently does not meet the standards of dress for
the girlfriend of the head cheerleader."

"Rachel," Brittany calls in a hushed whisper as she

and Santana exit the large closet. "Why is your dad
black?"

"…Daddy, that is Brittany." The stunned man raised

his hand gingerly in greeting, unable to find the
appropriate words.

"I'm Santana."

"Hi…Well,…would you girls like to stay for dinner? We

are just ordering some pizza."

"Oh, pizza! I had a square one once…but it tasted the

same." Santana covered the blonde's mouth.

"That would be cool Mr. Berry."

"Okay. I'll go place the order then." His expression

was of shellshock as he vanished down the stairs,
stealing a cautious glance over his shoulder.

"That went smoothly." Quinn noted as the two

cheerleaders returned to filtering Rachel's wardrobe.

"Berry, we need to take you shopping."

"Do you?" Rachel asked sleepily. Quinn's playing with

her hair was beginning to put her to sleep.

"Yep. At the rate we're going, all you have left to wear
are the skirts Quinn has deemed inappropriately short
enough to keep."

Rachel could sense the blonde grin at the vision of

Rachel walking into school in just her skirt and bra.
She rolled on to her back to look Quinn in the eye and
lifted a defiant finger. "No."

Quinn playfully bit at the digit before leaning down

and delivering a quick kiss to the full lips. "Why not? I
kinda like the idea of getting rid of these." She said
hooking a finger under Rachel's sweater and pulling it
up slightly with each tug.

"I bet you do." Rachel sat up and claimed the blonde's
lips. Her new position left her girlfriend's hand to fall
high on her thigh and send chills up her spine while
igniting her core. The kiss deepened and the brunette
wrapped her fingers into the blonde locks, pulling
gently. Quinn eased her hand between Rachel's legs
and began inching it upward towards her heat.

"Your hand is cold."

Quinn shifted her thumb under her skirt. "Then let me

warm it up." Unconsciously Rachel parted her legs
slightly allowing Quinn's fingers to make contact with
her cotton underwear. The blonde lightly dragged her
thumb nail over the rapidly dampening fabric, eliciting
a soft moan from Rachel's throat. She pressed the
pad of her thumb to the sensitive bud and lifted her
index finger to stretch the length of her, pulling it back
and forth over the cotton material, each time lightly
pinching the bundle of nerves.

"…fuck…" Rachel's words were barely more than a

breath. Quinn kissed her cheek and smile at her
reaction.

"I thought you didn't like profanity."

Rachel bit her bottom lip as Quinn pressed with a little

more force. "I don't, but I like that." She captured the
blonde's lips again, desperate to taste her. Quinn's lip
gloss didn't have a flavor, leaving Rachel intoxicated
with the cheerleader's natural sweetness.

"You two better not be doing what I think you're

doing." Santana warned standing in the doorway.
"And you were probably to distracted to hear, but your
dad said the pizza was here."

Rachel blushed and removed Quinn's hand, ignoring

the pout on her lips. "Don't give me that. It was your
friend who interrupted."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. But what I don't get is, if I can't get
you pregnant, why do your dads care what we do?"

"I don't know. Remind me to ask them latter." Rachel

reached the doorway and stopped suddenly causing
Quinn to slam into her. "I'm serious. Remind me,
because it makes no sense."

Quinn rested her head on the brunette's shoulder. "I

will, because right now all I can think about is
throwing you on the bed and taking you right now."
"You have no idea how turned on I am right now."

Quinn smiled and lifted her fingers. "Actually, I do."

"There you two are. I thought we were going to have

to send someone in after you." Michael joked as the
girls descended the stairs.

"In where?" Brittany asked confused, leaving Michael

just as confused.

"No where, Babe." Santana pecked the girl's lips.

"Have some pizza. It's the round kind." Santana
caught then men's gaze. "Is it, like,….are you two…
You cool with a little PDA? I know you've got Berry
and Q on a bit of a leash, does it apply all the way
around?"

"We have no objections to displaying affection."

Joshua answered before turning to his husband.
"Quite the characters, these girls are. Imagine what
we have been missing out on all these years."

"Ah, you'll get your fill of us soon enough. As long as

Berry doesn't go breaking my girl's heart that is."

Michael tensed instinctively. "And what if it is Quinn

who breaks Rachel's heart?"

The Latina rolled her eyes and scoffed at the miffed

man. "Please, Q is so whipped it isn't even funny."

"Whipped?" Then men asked knowing the term

usually refers to sex.

"By kisses." Brittany explains. "Rachel is a really good

kisser." Then men's eyes widened. "Though, I've
never kissed her. But Santana has and I believe her."

"Believe her about what?" Rachel asked as she and

Quinn entered the living room with food and drinks in
hand.

"I was just telling your dads I believe Santana when

she said you were a really good kisser."

Rachel about choked on her pizza while Quinn nearly

died laughing. "And how did this topic come about,
may I ask?" She sat mortified until she saw the
amusement on her father's faces. They were happy.
The room was full of what she would consider friends
for the first time.

"I was telling them how Q would never break your

heart because she's whipped."

"That's true." Quinn nodded.

"Britt explained I meant whipped by kisses, not sex,

which lead to the kissing confession."
"Ah, which brings be to a questions I wish to ask you
to Dad, Daddy."

Quinn spit her drink back into her cup. "Is this really
the time?"

"We've just been discussing being whipped and my…

experience with Santana. I am fairly certain this would
be an ideal time to have an open conversation."
Quinn could already feel herself going red. Rachel
couldn't handle the glee club knowing she broke up
with Finn to date her, but for some reason was
perfectly comfortable asking her dads about sex in
front of a group of people.

"What is it you wanted to discuss, Sweetheart?"

Joshua asked interested in what could have the
blonde so flustered.

"If Quinn…or any girl for that matter, is incapable of

impregnating me," Quinn grew three shades redder at
the word. "Then why are you so against us expressing
our feelings for each other physically?" The longer the
room stayed quiet, the more Quinn had to remind
herself to breath.

"Do you have a problem with our rules, Quinn?"

Michael asked. She couldn't bring herself to look at
him.

"Your house, your rules." she stated assuredly.

"Well, I'm curious." All eyes turned to the Latina. "I
am. The biggest reason for girls to wait is because
they can end up pregnant and screw up the rest of
their lives…no offense Q, you came out of that
experience with flying colors." Santana offered the
comment in attempts to ease the blonde's nerves. "If
you take that away, then why not allow them to show
how they feel?"

"I believe we can handle an open conversation better

than most parents, so relax Quinn." Joshua comforted
her. "Besides it was Rachel who asked the question,
not you. As for why, one's first time should always be
special, especially for a girl…woman…young
woman."

"We just think it would be best if Rachel was to take

her time and get to know Quinn. I mean, they just
became friends and are now dating." Michael added.
"As parents we are just worried for our little girl and
don't want her to regret anything."

The three cheerleaders turned their attention to the

blushing diva, eager to see if her openness would
continue. Rachel slowly finished chewing her food.
"And if you didn't have to worry about it being my first
time?" Santana lifted her cup to her face, trying to
hide smile while Brittany openly beamed.

The two men shifted in their chairs and exchanged

awkward glances. "Uh, I…that's quite a revelation,
Sweetheart." Joshua offered up as an excuse for their
speechlessness.

"I understand that. However, take that out of your list

of excuses and you only have one left; that Quinn and
I are just learning about each other."

"No better way to learn than sex." Brittany added

causing Santana to choke on her drink and have it fly
back up in her face.

"Never in my life did I think I would see Santana

Lopez blush."

"Shut it, Q."

"Brittany makes a valid point though." Rachel stated

turning her gaze back to her fathers. The men were
studying each other, having some sort of silent
conversation between themselves.

"Just…" Michael began, "not while we're home,

okay?"

Three of the girls beamed in excitement over their

victory while Quinn debated with herself if she was
going to pass out or not from the lack of oxygen.

"Breathe, Baby." Rachel whispered in her ear. "Need

to keep you alive, because tomorrow after school,"
she blew lightly into the blonde's ear. "It's on."

A/N: Short Chapter but I'm going to make up for it with

the next one. I promise!

***

The girls' confidence in their relationship had grown

tremendously after their first, and relatively easy,
school day as a couple. Quinn was more daring,
draping her arm around Rachel's shoulder as she
escorted her to class and even placing quick kisses
on her cheek, but still avoided that full on kiss. There
were of course the jokes told as they walked down the
hall and the occasional 'If you need a man to remind
you what you're missing, call me.' comments or 'How
much for a kiss?". Rachel noticed that while there
were a few rude 'dyke' remarks, the general
harassment was not all that disapproving.

"It's the hotness factor." Santana explained at lunch.

"A double standard in effect. Kurt will get the crap
kicked out of him for kissing a boy, but you and Quinn
will get cheers and catcalls. Shitty over all, but a plus
for you right now."

"So just because we are girls, it is more accepted?"

Santana shook her head. "Berry, we live in Ohio. It's

not more accepted. It's more tolerated. Out of all the
'dyke' callers I have been hunting down and bitch-
slapping, 90% of them are guys. Guys still get turned
on by the lesbian concept."

"But not the concept of two guys. Got it." It was sad.
She was really thankful she and Quinn only had the
occasional rudeness to contend with but it also made
her feel very guilty. Things weren't fair for Kurt or her
dads. Rachel had always been outspoken in regards
to the topic based purely on principal, but now it was
based on experience.

"Are you complaining that this is turning out easier

than you expected?"

Rachel shook her head. "Not exactly. I was expecting

more… 'what are you doing with her' comments. I
mean, I am still Rachel Berry, Glee Club Captain."

Santana pondered her response. "You probably wont

get those comments. Quinn will. But then again…
One, you have the support of the two people who
would have instigated those comments. Two, now
that we have you out of those horrible sweaters,
people are taking notice of…" The Latina glanced
around to make sure Quinn wasn't around. "Their
realizing that you can be frickin sexy as hell. And
three, some how, and I'm still trying to figure it out,
Quinn calms down your crazy. So with those three
things covered, you aren't…lets say, slushie worthy
anymore."
"Good to know. Makes the school day go by without
as much anxiety."

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

"Hey-" Quinn shut her locker and turned to speak to

Rachel but her words stuck to her throat. Her hazel
eyes traced up the toned, tan legs until the
disappeared into the barely-there plaid skirt. It fell just
right on the diva's his, accentuating her round bottom.
The bulky argyle sweater was replaced by a sinfully
formfitting black v-neck whose neckline dipped down
to reveal a significant amount of cleavage. The fact
Rachel was leaning over and scribbling something in
her notebook didn't hurt. Santana ordered her to
straighten her hair and wear it down and Quinn
silently thanked her. Rachel's rich brown locks fell
over her shoulder and brushed the exposed skin of
her chest. It was all Quinn could do not to throw the
girl up against the wall and have her way with her
right there for everyone to see.

"Quinn…Quinn…" A hand touched her shoulder and

she jumped. "Quinn, I need to talk to you…now!"

This was not the time. Her mind was elsewhere. The
gutter mostly. "What is it Finn?" The tall boy had been
relatively quiet after his storm out, but she knew this
was coming.

"This is all some sort of sick joke right? You and

Rachel? You hated her and now you walk around
holding her hand. I don't get it." By the look on his
face, Quinn was pretty sure he didn't really want to
either.

"It's not a joke, Finn. Trust me. I care for her."

"You can care for her and not have to date her. I just
don't see it. You're not gay, neither is Rachel. You two
can't even kiss in public. We never had that problem.
Shouldn't that tell you something?"

No. "What's your point, Finn? I have other things I

need to do." Like Rachel.

He stared at the dark haired diva like he always did,

longing and desperate, and Quinn felt the anger swell
within her. "Hey!" She snapped her fingers in his face.
"I don't appreciate you looking at her like that."

"Yeah, well I don't appreciate that you stole her from

me."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Give it up Finn. You gave her

away. Twice actually. Shouldn't that tell you
something?"

He hated it when she mocked him. She always did.

"I'm going to get her back."

She saw the determination in his eyes. If she was a

guy, this would be simple. Just kick the crap out of
him for thinking about her girl. But this was very
different. She didn't know what she could do…or did
she?

"Hey Rachel."

The diva turned and her hair glided over her shoulder
and Quinn lost it. She pulled Rachel's notebook from
her hand and dropped it on the floor, grabbing the
smaller girl with one hand on her hip and the other
cupping her face as she pulled her into a passionate
kiss. After the shock passed, Rachel wrapped her
arms around Quinn's neck and melted into the girls
touch as she ran her hand up and down the brunette's
side. They ignored the catcalls and whistles ringing
down the hall and only pulled away when the need for
air was too great.

"Well, hello there." Rachel teased, refusing to loosen

her hold around Quinn's neck.

"I have been dying to do that all day."

Rachel placed a chaste kiss on the blonde's lips.

"What took you so long?" Quinn opened her mouth to
respond when they both jumped from the sound of a
fist against the metal lockers. Finn raced away down
the hallway. "What is going on, Quinn?" Rachel asked
as she removed her arms.
"He was being a jerk and I had to put him in his
place."

"So you kissed me to make him jealous?" The irritated

diva returned to her notebook, turning her back to her
girlfriend.

"No, Baby." Quinn stood behind her and laced her

arms around her small waist, resting her chin on her
shoulder. "It wasn't like that. He was saying things
and looking at you in a way that if I were a guy, I
would have to kick the shit out of him."

"Language." Rachel warned passively.

"I'm sorry." Quinn placed a soft hiss on the singer's

exposed neck. "I was defending us."

"By kissing me in front of him?"

Quinn pressed her forehead to the brunette's shoulder

and grunted. She was so stubborn. "Yes! He said that
this was all a joke and that I didn't love you because
we haven't kissed in front of people. I had to show him
that I do love you and I don't care who knows. I'm
sorry. Next time I'll just kick him in the nuts and take
the suspension."

Rachel closed her notebook. "Say it again."

"I love you."

Rachel turned to meet Quinn's hazel eyes and studied
them. "Say it again."

"I love you, Rachel Berry." She kissed her lightly.

"I love you too, Quinn, but you need to come up with a
better way of letting it be known, because I do not
take lightly to being treated like a piece of property
one can claim by publicly kissing."

Quinn nodded and backed away. "Okay. I'll find a way

to show everyone how much I care about you without
even touching you. Deal?"

Rachel nodded, proud of herself for navigating

through their first 'issue' unscathed.

"Excuse me everyone!" Quinn shouted down the halls

drawing the attention of several dozen students and
faculty members. "I, Quinn Fabray, love Rachel Berry.
Please spread the word. I. Love. Rachel. Berry.
Thank you!" The verbose diva was speechless, mouth
agape. "Better?" Quinn asked as she returned to her
spot taking Rachel by the waist. "By the way, you look
absolutely beautiful today."

Rachel didn't think her blush could get any darker

after Quinn's hallway confession but her comment
proved otherwise.
"Don't be shy. You are. I can't decide what kills me
more though. The legs, the ass-"

"Language"

"The butt, the lips, or those eyes that just melt me.
And today, your hair kept falling into your shirt and I
realized it my be the cleavage that kills me."

"You're incorrigible, you know that." Rachel began

writing in her notebook again in attempts to hide her
growing smile.

"You don't love me any less." Quinn quipped. "So,

what are you writing?"

"Well," Rachel flipped the cover of the notebook back

so Quinn could read. "I think I may have found a song
for our Glee assignment. It's a very simple song but it
says everything. It's actually more of a poem put to
music…there is no chorus." The chocolate eyes
studied the blonde's face as she read the lyrics. "What
do you think?"

Quinn swallowed hard, forcing down her emotions. "I

think it's perfect. I've never heard it, but it's perfect."

Rachel beamed. "I'm glad. It's an acoustic

arrangement, just the artist and a guitar. It's a very
intimate setting. I think maybe we should split the first
two 'verses' appropriately and join together on the
third."

Quinn nodded. "You done?" She asked pointing to

Rachel's locker. The brunette nodded and Quinn
closed it, grabbing Rachel's bag with one hand and
the diva's hand with the other. "That sounds
wonderful."

"I'm glad you agree. Perhaps we can sing it

tomorrow? I'm sure Mr. Schuester will be thankful to
know we are not simply trying to avoid the challenge
all together."

Quinn nodded her head. "Okay."

Rachel had noticed a change in the blonde from just

minutes before. She was incredibly calm and wore a
faint permanent smile that played upon her lips. "What
is it?"

"Nothing."

"You can't lie to me, Quinn. I do know you better than

that."

Quinn lifted their clasped hands and kissed the

tanned skin. "I just showed half the school how much I
love you. Now I think it's time I showed you. Lets go
home."

Home. Rachel nodded. How did this all happen? How

did Quinn Fabray go from calling her RuPaul and
Stubbles to professing her love and calling her
beautiful? How did she go from shoving and slushies
to hand holding and kissing? What ever it was, she
was glad it happened.

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

They dropped their bags at the door and continued

inside the house, never saying a word. Quinn led
Rachel by the hand up the stairs and into her room
where she closed the door. There was nothing
rushed. Nothing forceful or hormone driven. It was
just the two of them.

Quinn took her time and brushed Rachel's hair behind

her shoulders and traced her fingertips down the back
of her arms, causing the diva's skin to ripples in chill
bumps. Slowly she leaned in and kissed the brunette
just like their very first kiss, longing and sensual,
perfect. Her lips were soft and sweet, crave worthy by
anyone's standards, but Quinn controlled her
emotions. She needed to prove this was real. She
broke from the kiss but barely moved her head from
Rachel's as she moved to stand behind her.

She trailed kisses along her neck and guided her

hands around the small waist, grazing the shorter
girl's torso with her fingernails through the fabric
before lifting the shirt over her head and letting it fall
to the floor. The blonde rested her hands on the
delicate shoulders as she peppered them with gentle
kisses and again traced them down the tanned skin
before returning to stand in front of the diva.

The cheerleader pressed firmly into the small of

Rachel's back, bringing her closer into a kiss. Rachel
returned the tenderness raising her hands to Quinn's
arms, needing to feel the contact of more skin. Slowly,
Quinn's fingers traced lightly up her spine until they
connected with her bra strap, unhooking it with ease.
The straps were guided over Rachel's shoulders and
down her arms where the diva discarded the material.
Quinn then placed tiny kisses down her neck to her
collar bone, and after a few seconds of teasing,
proceeded to the fleshy mounds of Rachel's breasts.

The brunette gasped at the touch of Quinn's tongue to

her hardening nipple, swirling in lazy circles before
her lips gently closed around it, sucking tenderly.
Over and over she rotated between kisses and licks
with the occasional pinch from her fingers on the
vacant breast. Rachel fisted the blonde hair, relishing
the sensation. Finn never did anything like this. He
was all about kissing then penetration. This was
unreal and sent spasms to every core muscle in her
body.

Quinn's lips made their way back up to Rachel's

mouth for one final kiss. "Move to the bed." Rachel
walked backwards as she was told, never taking her
eyes off the cheerleader as she discarded her uniform
on the ground. There was no sign that the girl had
ever had a child. No one would believe it. Her
porcelain skin draped flawlessly over toned muscles
and perfect curves. Flawless, and she was Rachel's.

Quinn approached the bed and cradled the smaller

girl's body in her arms, laying her down flat. She
kissed and teased her neck and traveled to her
breasts again while her hands undid the side zipper of
Rachel's skirt. The kisses fell into the valley between
her Rachel's pert breasts and down her flexing
abdomen as she wiggled the girl's skirt and
underwear from her hips, only breaking contact when
she stood to discard the last articles of clothing. Quinn
stood there, looking down upon the specimen of
perfecting below her, gently running her hands up the
girl's leg starting at her ankle to her calf, to her knee,
and then to her thigh.

She lowered herself, kissing the place where he had

rested before placing a second slightly high. She
could smell Rachel's arousal and hear the
raggedness of her breathing, but she restrained
herself. Each kiss closer to the panting girl's center
elicited louder moans, more urgent in need, until
Rachel felt the warmth of Quinn's tongue span the
length of her moist slit. A second slow lick sent a
tremor up her spine and she's desperate for more,
bucking her hips.

The blonde fund the sensitive bundle of nerves and

sucked it between her lips before flicking it with her
tongue, sending Rachel into another spasm.

"Please, Quinn…"

She sucked it into her mouth again while she teased

the brunette's entrance with her finger, inserting just
the tip.

"Quinn, please…I need you." She was going to

explode if she didn't have her.

The finger slid easily in to the knuckle and Quinn

shivered with the sensation of Rachel's walls
constricting around her. The cheerleader found a
steady rhythm and matched it with her tongue and
lips. Rachel writhed in the pleasure of her touch.

"Oh, god. That's…that's so good." Rachel's breath

was frantic and her body was covered in a fine layer
of sweat. She reached down and tangled her hand in
the cheerleader's hair, "Right there. Yes." and she
arched into the touch. Quinn stayed there, sucking
her clit between her lips while she slid a second finger
inside, curling it upward in search of that elusive spot.

"Oh my god! Fuck!" Found it.

Quinn steadily increased her rhythm until it reached a

frantic pace. Rachel's hips began thrashing, nearly
throwing the blonde off of her.
"Yes! Fuck!…God, Quinn….I'm gonna, I'm gonna…
Ah!"

The brunette's body tensed then convulsed

uncontrollably as the blonde rode out every wave with
her. Rachel's grip on the Quinn's hair loosened and
turned into loving strokes.

"Oh, dear God. That was amazing." Rachel looked

down to the girl between her legs and watched her
slowly lick her fingers clean. Her chin still glistening.
"You missed a spot."

Quinn smiled and wiped her face before claiming the

girl's mouth with her own. "I love you."

"I know you do. Now let me prove my love for you."
The brunette flipped their positions so she now
straddled the blonde.

"Rachel,"

"What?"

Quinn drew her into another kiss. "Not today. Today

was just about me proving this to you."

Rachel studied her face for any sign otherwise. "Are

you sure?"
Quinn nodded pulling the girl to lay beside her,
wrapped in her arms. "I'm very sure." Rachel's heart
was still pounding as she laid with her naked body
pressed to Quinn's. She laughed. "What's funny?"

"Oh, I was just thinking back to a conversation I had

with Brittany and Santana about not understanding
what the big deal about sex was…and how incredibly
wrong I was." Quinn smiled broadly as she played
with Rachel's hair. "But…where did you learn to do
that?"

The blonde chuckled in memory. "It was one

particularly interesting night when I was living with
Puck. He and Santana were a little drunk and started
comparing stories and techniques. It was all very
informative."

"I'm sure those two are a wealth of knowledge.

Perhaps I should ask for some tips because I have
never done…that to someone before."

"Well, I'm not opposed to letting you experiment. And

you know the saying: Practice makes perfect."

"That is true, so I believe we should start rehearsals

immediately after school tomorrow."

***

"Thank you for showing up, Noah. If I may just have a

word-"

"Speak quick." It was lunch time. Puck braced himself

against the lockers just outside the choir room and
scanned the halls for this week's next target.

She cleared her throat and regrouped her thoughts

after being cut off from her prepared dialog. "Quinn
and I are in need of your musical skills for our glee
assignment. The song is fairly simplistic so I am
certain someone with your-"

"I wanna see you kiss." His eyes never broke from his
search.

"Excuse me?" She was a mixture of shocked,

appalled, and expectant.

"You want a favor. I don't do favors. I get paid. And I

want to see you two kiss." His eyes lowered to the
rear of a passing Cheerio and he sighed. "Take it or
leave it."

"Hey." Rachel felt Quinn's warm arm embrace her

from behind. "Did you ask him yet?"

Rachel huffed. "We are in negotiations."

With a devious smile on his face, Puck survived the

two girls standing before him. "There's no negotiation
about it. Unless, of course, you have the guts to cop-
a-feel right here, right now."

"Noah, this is absurd- Quinn Fabray!" Puck's eyes

widened as Quinn took one of Rachel's breasts in
each hand and squeezed firmly.

"Negotiation over. Give him the music so we can

leave him to his…little friend. And don't even try and
act like you're mad. You know you loved that."

Rachel rolled her eyes and shoved the sheet music to

the overly excited boys chest. "We are doing this this
afternoon. Learn it quickly. And you…" she began as
Quinn took her waist and walked away. "I cannot
believe you just did that. It was-"

"It was hot." Quinn finished for her.

The brunette stopped dead in the hallway. "Why does

everyone insist upon cutting me off when I try and
speak? And you sound just like him. Maybe carrying
his child for nine months has damaged you in some
way."

Rolling her eyes, Quinn guided the pouting brunette to

the side of the hallway. She ran her index finger over
Rachel's collar bone before tracing the neckline of her
shirt down to her bosom. "Tell me it didn't turn you
on?"

Rachel's breath hitched as the finger ran over the

exposed top of her breast. "…Th-that's not the point?"

"No?" Quinn ghosted her fingertips of her other hand

on the back of Rachel's thigh. "What's the point then?"

"I…I…um, don't remember."

"Hhm, then it must not have been very important,"

Quinn was whispering in her ear now. Her hand,
reaching the curve of Rachel's leg where thigh melds
with butt. "Did I ever tell you how much I love theses
skirts?"

Rachel fought hard to swallow. In not even thirty

seconds Quinn had broken down her defenses and
filled her with so much want she was almost willing to
let the blonde take her right there in the hallway. Just
a light kiss on her neck would have been enough.
"Lunch?" her voice squeaked.

The blonde shrugged. "Okay. We can finish this after

school." Rachel nodded uncontrollably.

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

"Alright guys." Mr. Schuester clapped his hands and

looked to his students, his eager expression fading
slightly. "Anyone know where Finn is?" The room
stirred but no one answered. "Alright then. I'm sure
everything is fine so lets get started. Maybe he's just
running a little late. Actually, before we start, do we
have any takers for the Get-to-know-me assignment?
I'm going to come up with a final due date for these
things. And remember, if you don't participate in
these, you don't participate in Sectionals."

"Mr. Schuester?"

"Yes, Rachel?

The brunette stood and ran a flat hand over her skirt.
"Quinn and I are ready. We have also enlisted Noah's
musical talents."

The burly haired man smiled. "Wonderful. I believe

the two of you have undoubtedly made the biggest
improvement in you friendship…relationship. I can't
wait to hear what you came up with and why."

Quinn arranged three stools while Puck tuned his

guitar and Rachel addressed the class.

"The song we have chosen is not one of my typical

taste, nor one necessarily meant for show choir
purposes. However, there is no other song more
fitting. Mr. Schuester, when you first announced that
Quinn and I would be working together as partners, I
was more than apprehensive. I understood what you
were attempting to do and applauded your efforts, but
I also thought it was absolutely ridiculous that you
believed Quinn Fabray and myself could co-inhabit a
room without it resulting in my tragic and untimely
death."

Quinn stopped shuffling the stools and raised a

questioning eyebrow to Rachel's back.

"The first few days of our research into one another's

personalities yielded nothing more than favorite colors
and compulsive needs for symmetry."

"Hey…" Quinn playfully warned.

"I feared that our attempts would fall drastically short

of your expectations. However, in a single revelation a
connection deeper than the superficial was
discovered. An understanding that beyond the
surface, we are much more similar than we are
different. This epiphany presented itself though a fear.
Our greatest fear. This fear cut through years of
annoyance, irritation, and torture to present us with
the understanding that two individuals so seemingly
different are capable of feeling the same way; alone,
scared. And in that connection, we discovered that we
are no longer as alone as we once thought. We have
each other."

Rachel took a seat on the stool between Puck and

Quinn. The students shifted in their seats as Puck
struck the guitar strings setting the tranquil
atmosphere. Quinn inhaled and began the first lines,
looking to Rachel.
I will not take my love away.

When praises cease, and seasons change,

The whole world turns the other way,

I will not take my love away.

It was true. All the times she knew Rachel would

struggle with her dreams and the criticism which
accompanied it, Quinn would always be there to help
her back up. If her dream ever seemed to falter,
Quinn would push her to continue, knowing that
Rachel was destined to obtain it. She would not be
left alone.

Rachel grasped the blonde's hand and took the next

few lines.

I will not leave you all alone.

When striving leads you far from home,

There's no yield for what you've sown,

I will not leave you all alone.

Rachel had tried to be there for Quinn when she was

struggling with her pregnancy, but allowed herself to
be pushed away. She was there for her now, when
she was abandoned again. There was no possibility
of her leaving Quinn to struggle on her own again. No
matter how much the blonde may protest. She would
not be left alone.

Smiles played on their lips as the finished out the

song.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I will give you what you need.

In plenty or in poverty.

Forever, always look to me.

I will give you what you need:

I will not take my love away.

The last chord resonated through the room before Mr.

Schuester began the rippling applause. He stood and
moved towards the girls, placing a supportive hand on
each shoulder, and spoke softly to them.

"Thank you. No matter what happens this year, I know

it's already been worth it. That was wonderful. Thank
you for being so open with us.

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~
Definition of awkward: Thursday night's dinner at the
Berry House. The four residence of the Berry
Household sat in their designated seats at the dining
room table.

Quinn's eyes were glued to her plate of food which

she made no visible attempts to be eating. However,
she had emptied two glasses of water already. She
had not shifted her position nor her
uncharacteristically slumped posture since the meal
began.

Rachel sat with her head reclined against the back of

her chair, periodically exhaling in puffs of frustration.
She nudged her food around her plate with her fork,
occasionally consuming a bite. And refused to make
any eye contact with her fathers.

Joshua ate his meal as normally as he could, stealing

glances at the three other faces in confusion. He
refilled Quinn's glass for the third time as she nodded
in response to his offer. Afterwards, he waited
patiently.

Michael's gaze shifted around the room as if it was

the first time he had ever stepped foot into it. He
studied the light fixture, crown molding, and pictures
on the wall. All while fighting, and occasionally losing,
a battle with the biggest grin his husband had ever
seen on his face.
"Will someone please tell me what is going on?"
Joshua asked, giving into his curiosity. "I would have
assumed you two were fighting," he motioned to the
girls with his finger, "but if that were the case, he
would most definitely not be smiling."

Michael broke his placid expression and quickly

moved to cover his beaming smile with his hand. "I'm
sorry." He chuckled through his apology. Rachel
rolled her eyes and Quinn lowered her head even
further.

"So no one is going to tell me?" The girls remained

silent while Michael answered with overly
exaggerated shakes of his head, his mouth still
covered. "Okay…well then, Michael, since you seem
to be the only one I might get to converse with this
evening, how was your day?"

"It was wonderful. Everything at the office finally

caught up, so I called it a day and came home early."
Rachel began lightly bouncing her head against the
back of the chair in response.

"This is ridiculous." Joshua set his fork down on his

plate in frustration. "Please tell me what is going on. I
am begging you."

Michael broke into a burst of laughter with the plea.

"That's a common theme in this house." He shrieked.
Rachel shot up out of the chair and pulled Quinn with
her as she exited the room. "Oh, Sweethearts, it's
okay." He called after them still laughing, but they
were already gone.

Joshua was amused but concerned. "Would you care

to fill me in?"

"I don't think it's really my place, but if you insist."

An Hour Earlier That Evening:

"What are you doing?" Quinn shrieked as she and

Rachel wrestled under the linen sheets of her bed.

"I thought you said you weren't against letting me

experiment?" The brunette asked before kissing her
collarbone.

"I'm not complaining. That felt good. I just wanted to

know what you did so next time I could-" Her
sentence was cut off when an undeniable moan broke
from the back of her throat.

"So you like that?" Quinn nodded as a slight shiver

shook her body. She reached her arms above her
head and gripped the pillows, digging her nails into
their softness.

Rachel's kisses trailed down her chest until her dark

locks disappeared under the white sheets. Quinn's
body begged for every graze of Rachel's fingers,
every press of her soft lips, every hot breath against
her already scalding skin. Rachel's experimenting had
turned into endless teasing as the diva took mental
notes of everything Quinn liked before moving on to
discover the next. To say Quinn was on edge was an
understatement. She was desperate for her release.

"Fuck, Rachel, please I need more." She felt Rachel

huff a laugh against her lower stomach. "I'm serious.
I'm going to explode. I'm begging you."

Suddenly the sheets flew down off the writhing blonde

as Rachel came to kneel between her legs, a devilish
grin on her face. "Beg? I have driven the Quinn
Fabray to the point of begging?"

Quinn threw one of the pillows in her grasp and the

gloating girl. "Fuck it, Rachel. This is torture." Quinn
attempted to squeeze her thigh together or the
slightest amount of release but Rachel's position
prevented it. "Yes, I'm begging."

The diva smiled, biting her lip in contemplation.

"I don't like that look." Quinn noted as the brunette

glided her small hands over Quinn's thighs, continuing
her sensual torture. Leaning down, but never breaking
eye contact, Rachel placed wet kisses on the inside of
each thigh and at the neatly trimmed blonde curls
before moving up her stomach. "Rachel…please…"
She halted her kisses at Quinn's bellybutton and
smiled. "Please." Her kisses resumed but trailed
downward this time, nearing the blonde's desired
destination.

The brunette placed her lips lightly to Quinn's clit and

kissed it with hardly any pressure. Quinn bucked her
hips looking for more of a connection but Rachel
anticipated the movement and avoided the contact.
The blonde whimpered. Running her hands over her
thighs again, Rachel returned her head between her
legs, blowing a hot breath over the damp skin.

"Damn it, Rachel. If you don't do something soon I'm

going to get up and- Fuck! Yes!"

Rachel attached her mouth eagerly, drawing the

sensitive nub between her full lips with a broad stroke
of her tongue. "This what you want?"

"God. Yes. Please."

Rachel blew on it again and Quinn's hips bucked on

their own accord. "Beg me."

"Fuck. Please, Baby. God, please I'm begging you."

Desperation dripped from her voice and Rachel
caved. She began a relentless assault of forceful
flicks and swirls of her tongue while thrusting a single
finger deep inside. "Yes! Please! Please!" Quinn was
right there. Right on the edge. "Please, just….please!"
The brunette bit down, pinching the overly sensitive
bud of nerves and Quinn came undone, arching off
the bed and collapsing back down in fits of quivers
and school girl giggles. Rachel found herself being
pulled into the blonde's arm and kissed deeply with
gratitude until they froze at the knock on the bedroom
door. Neither girl could move as they listened to the
sheepish, muffled voice through the closed door.

"Girls…I…I…just thought….you should know…I'm

home early."

Joshua had his faced covered with his hands in

sympathy for the girls. "When you heard them you
could have driven around the block a few times and
then they never would have known!"

"I did!" Michael exclaimed. "They're like rabbits. They

just kept going and going and…"

Joshua waved his hands in the air, stopping the

comment. "We need to just set a rule that if we are
coming home early for whatever reason, we will call
or text. To give some warning."

Michael nodded his head. "I agree, but you are going
to have to tell them that."

"Why me?" The balding man clearly did not want to

bring up the topic.
"For three reasons. One, Rachel is mad at me. Two, I
think Quinn might die of embarrassment. And three…I
won't be able to do it without laughing." Joshua rolled
his eyes. "Rabbits, I tell you. Energizer bunnies!"

His husband stood from the table and forced himself

to climb the stairs and knock on the bedroom door. It
was Rachel who opened it, but only enough for her
face to poke out. Her angered expression softened
when she saw it was Joshua.

The man repositioned his glasses and gave a quick

jerk of his head. "Is she okay?"

Her expression softened more and she nodded.

"She's embarrassed, but mostly feels like you two are
mad at her."

"Mad at her?" He was puzzled.

The brunette took a quick glance over her shoulder

and slipped out of the room, making sure to shut the
door behind her. "Not really mad, but…disappointed,
let down, or, like, disapproving."

Joshua furrowed his brow and shook his head. "Not at

all. We've already discussed that we accept the…
maturity of your relationship."

"I know that, but things aren't that simple with Quinn.
She feels like she has done something she wasn't
suppose to and there wasn't exactly a 'forgive and
forget' mentality in the Fabray household. With the
way she was raised, to move past something like this
you have to have some sort of penance."

"Penance?"

"Or, as she so eloquently put it, You can't be sorry for

something, and therefore me forgiven for it, unless
you earn it through a normally psychological
punishment like guilt."

"So…she's beating herself up because your father

came home…early?" It made no sense but Rachel
nodded. "Despite the fact she did nothing wrong?"
She nodded again.

"Quinn…is…emotionally complicated."

No kidding. "Well, let her know that we aren't angry or

anything of the such and from now on we will be
calling if we are coming home early. It's only
considerate for us to do that. Okay?"

Rachel passed along her father's words but they

didn't matter. Breakfast and dinner on Friday were
absent of Quinn's voice except for the formal 'yes, sir'
and 'no, sir' reflexive responses. Neither man
understood the concept but could do nothing about it.
Rachel said Quinn just needed time.
It wasn't until Saturday morning the men had finally
seen a smile on her face. They breathed a heavy sigh
of relief. Especially since Rachel had dance class and
she would be left home alone with the men. Quinn
was her normal self around their daughter. It was only
their approval she seemed to be seeking, despite how
many times the told her everything was okay.

"We don't really know her." Joshua stated as he

turned the TV to the local news. "Or where she comes
from…who she comes from."

"What kinds of people would kick out a wonderful girl

like her? And break her down enough that she does it
to herself when they're not around?" Michael added,
stroking his husbands arm in concern.

"I do believe it is time we took the initiative to find out."

A/N: Sorry for the delay in updating. My internet has

been spotty. I always appreciate the reviews. Thank
you.

The song: I Will Not Take My Love Away by Matt

Wertz.

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"I didn't think Rachel's dance class finished until one

thirty." Quinn stated as she climbed into the back seat
of the Berry's car.

"It's not. We wanted to take you to lunch. You've been

with us for a few day now, but we still don't really
know you." Michael explained pulling out of the
driveway.

Joshua turned to face her. "We know you from the

stories Rachel has told us in the past, but...the girl
she described and the girl we have been introduced
to have proven to be two very different individuals.
We are hoping to get to know the real Quinn Fabray."

They were interested. It made sense. She was living

in their home. She was dating their daughter. But it
still made her nervous. She nodded but remained
silent until they were seated in the restaurant.

"So, Miss Thing," Michael tried to lighten the mood.

"We know you've been going through some things
these last few days, or so we've gathered. I know it's
going to be a little challenging to open up to two men
who are technically strangers, but we don't want you
to feel that you have to bare your soul or anything.
You can tell us what you want and only what you
want."

"Feel free to ask questions as well. I'm sure Rachel

has told you but we like to think we are fairly open
parents." Joshua added.
"Where should I start?"

"Well, lets start of simple. Tell us about Cheerleading.

Is it something you're passionate about?"

Quinn thought about it for a second. Her initial

reaction was to say no, but nothing seemed so simple
to her anymore. There always seemed to be a huge
explanation for something anyone else would be able
to answer with a single word. "In a sense. It didn't use
to be. When I got to high school, it was something I
was suppose to do. My mother was a cheerleader, so
was my sister. I was suppose to be the popular
cheerleader…Don't get me wrong, I loved it. I still like
being that girl."

"Is that why you rejoined after the baby?" Michael

asked sipping on his water.

"Partially. That's where things get complicated to

explain. I wanted to get back on the top of the social
ladder. I knew being a Cheerio would make that much
easier, but I also…I felt like I had to do it to prove
something to myself. The uniform use to be a power
symbol I used to keep others in their place. Now, I
feel it's more of a badge of honor. I know that sounds
so stupid."

"Not at all." Joshua interrupted her. "It's something

you worked very hard for. I'm sure you had a lot of
people rooting against you, wanting to keep you
down, and you prevailed. That is something to be
proud of." Proud. It's been a long time since she has
heard that word. "And to be the head cheerleader at
that. Quite an accomplishment." All she could do was
nod her head in sheepish acceptance of the
compliment.

"C-can….can I ask you a question?" Her voice was

low and soft as she looked quickly to Michael before
turning her gaze to her lap.

"Of course you can. I won't bite."

"Why were you so quick to forgive me for what I did to

Rachel? I still don't really understand why she was
either."

He inhaled deeply and sat back in his seat while to

shifted his words in his head. "I think honesty is
always the best policy, so I am going to be honest
with you. At first, and it was rather obvious, I didn't like
you. Based only on Rachel's stories, though these last
few days have made me wonder about their
accuracy."

"I'm sure they were accurate. She probably even

played them down for you."

He swallowed the unflattering truth. "That may be.

However, once I actually met you, I was able to see
the remorse in your eyes. If I were to add that to the
facts that, one, you no longer do those things, and
two, Rachel has found it in herself to forgive you, then
I have no reason not to. The past is the past. As long
as it is learned from it has no need of being
repeated…physically or in memory."

"So, just like that?"

He reached over the table and laid his hand on hers.

"If you are forgiven, you are forgiven. There isn't
always a punishment. No matter what you were
raised to believe."

"But that brings me to another question, Quinn."

Joshua shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "You are like
family now. We see you like we see Rachel. But as
parents…as two gay men who have taken in a minor,
we are in need of some background information
incase…something happens." She knew what he
meant. If her mother or even her father decided to
wage a Holy War because of her 'choices', they
wanted to know what they were in for. They deserved
that much if not more.

So she told them about her mom and dad and their
self-righteous, overbearing, temperamental, alcohol-
soaked existence. She told them how, even though it
was not a regular occurrence, her father had hit her
for stepping out of line when she was younger. How
she thought her sister had married the first man her
father approved of just to get out from under his
thumb only to find herself under another.

She even drifted in topic to tell them about the night

Puck got her pregnant and how she lied to Finn. How
her mother refused to come to her aide when she was
thrown out the first time, explaining the woman was
just afraid of her husband as she was. She told them
about moving from couch to couch and even about
how Puck cheated on her because she wouldn't have
sex with him again.

They vowed to never let him in the house, but

somehow she convinced them he wasn't a bad guy,
just no boyfriend material. She told them about how
her mother had tried to make things right with her
after she kicked her husband out for having an affair,
but that her mother still had issues to work out of her
own. She wasn't ready to handle fixing her issues with
Quinn. She needed time that they really didn't have.
She tried to explain that her mother was raised in a
similar family to the one she had created for Quinn
and her sister.

They listened as she talked on and one until her

throat was dry and they replied with supportive
praises for her strength and resolve. She didn't feel
like she was worthy of it. She never really had much
choice in the things she did, or so she thought.

"When did you decide to change things with Rachel?"

Joshua asked.
"A few weeks before school started. I knew all
summer I wasn't going to slushie her or anything, but I
didn't know I wanted to make things right." She
explained trying to be as honest as she could. "I had
spent all summer alone, working on things. When I
rejoined the Cheerios with Santana and Brittany, I
remembered how great it was to have friends
around…friends that I had denied Rachel. Sure she
can be overbearing and obnoxiously assertive, but
she still would have managed to have a friend or two
if they hadn't feared the repercussions."

"I see. So, when did you decide you like Rachel and
wanted to date her?"

"I don't know exactly when it happened. But during

our glee assignment I got to see a very different
Rachel Berry than the one she shows at school. I
guess, a lot like she got with me. Until this assignment
I had never heard her crack a joke. She was always
so serious and uptight that it was frustrating to be
around her. I really liked how she was a very genuine
person, honest. It is endearing. Then during one of
the sleepovers that Rachel came to, Santana helped
me realize a few things I had been denying."

"Such as?" Michael pressed.

"Well, she pointed out that since the beginning of

school last year, I have kissed more girls than boys
and that apparently means something."

The table erupted in laughter. "She's a good friend to

you, but why doesn't she call Rachel by her name?"
Michael asked. Always the protector, Quinn thought.

"Santana doesn't do first names. Only when she's

needing to convey absolute sincerity. 'Berry' is a term
of endearment. Other wise she would stick to the
'Man-hands' or 'Stubbles' sort. I'm not the only one
who has realized that Rachel isn't as bad as we made
her out to be."

"Oh, okay. I was just asking because the way she

pokes fun at you two and your relationship…"

Quinn held up her hand to silence the man. "Santana

is supportive. If anything she actually pushed us
together. She's just mad that now she can't kiss
Rachel…without permission, at least."

He snickered. "Is that, like, your groups favorite

hobby? Kissing Rachel? Because Brittany alluded
that she had a desire to experience it as well."

For a moment Quinn couldn't believe what they were

talking about but quickly remembered that this was a
very open family. "Well, I know it's my favorite
pastime. But it has become common knowledge that
Rachel is an extraordinarily gifted singer, performer,
and kisser. I mean, look at those lips!" Then men
laughed but Quinn's smile faded quickly.

"What's wrong, Baby Girl?"

The men followed her gaze behind them to a tall

blonde man with a very serious expression on his
face. He was dressed in perfectly pressed khaki pants
and buttoned polo shirt. His Rolex watch glistened in
the lighting, beckoning all eyes to fall on it.

"Quinn?" Joshua grabbed her hand again. She

diverted her eyes to the shorter man but it was too
late. She had been seen. The blonde man's face grew
smug as he approached.

"Have you forgotten the manners you were raised

with? Or, did you forget them along with your morals
and dignity?"

"Excuse me?" Michael asked. Quinn had never

noticed the slight feminine lilt to his voice but she was
certain her father had heard it.

"I wasn't talking to you." He didn't even look at

Michael as he spoke.

"Da-daddy." The word cracked in her throat.

"So you do remember who I am. Good. Are you not

going to introduce me to your…company?" Joshua
never let go of her hand, only squeezed it tighter.
They were going to get a taste of Quinn's life today.

"This is Joshua and Michael." She looked to the

seated men who noticed the absence of their last
name. "This is my father, R-r-russell Fabray. Daddy,
what are you doing here?"

"I'm meeting your mother. She has some to her

senses, that mistakes have been made and must be
forgiven." But not Quinn's. "She mentioned she was
forced to throw you out again. I told her I wouldn't
have bothered taking you back the first time. She said
you have continued your wanton ways." He looked
her over without ever lowering his nose from its place
in the air. "As far as I can tell you aren't pregnant
again, and at least you got rid of that bastard child."

"Now, hold on a minute." Michael had had enough.

Quinn pleaded with her eyes for him to stop but he
wasn't looking at her. "I don't care who you think you
are, but you have no right to speak to her like that."

Mr. Fabray scoffed, still refusing to even look at him.

Instead his eyes burned into Quinn's making sure she
listened very closely to his words. "I have every right. I
am her father. If I wanted to, I could snatch her up
from this table right now and lock her in her bedroom
in my house until she turns 18." No. Please don't.
"However, I don't want the constant reminder around
of how much of a disappointment she turned out to
be."
"Then give us custody." Joshua blurted out, finally
drawing Russell Fabray's eyes away from his equally
shocked daughter. "If you don't want her, give us
custody. Then you wont have to worry about it." Mr.
Fabray didn't say anything. No one said anything. It
was as if the entire restaurant had fallen silent waiting
for his response.

"We will." Russell turned to see his wife hiding behind

him. "If you want custody, we will give it to you." The
woman was wringing her hands in nervousness.

"Judy,"

"Russell, I…" She had to play the game. Say what

you want and get nothing. Say what he wants to hear
and get your way…with consequences. She
straightened her posture, shaking her hair away from
her face. "I don't want her in my house." Quinn knew it
wasn't true but it still ripped through her like a hot
knife. Her mother was trying to give her the better life
she wasn't strong enough to provide Quinn with
herself. Russell searched his wife's face for her lie
while Quinn silently begged her mother to have the
strength not to falter.

"Fine. It's settled. She's your disappointment now.

Have your lawyers contact mine so we can wash our
hands of this soon." The two turned and parted. Judy
Fabray glanced back only once, remorse in her eyes.
Quinn had had the same look the day she gave her
baby away. The day she gave up her daughter,
hoping it was for the best.

The Berry men scooted their chairs to each side of

Quinn as she swallowed her emotions and restored
her walls. :"There is nothing you can ever do to
disappoint us. Do you understand?"

Quinn nodded. She didn't really know if she believed

it, but she nodded. "Can we get Rachel now?"

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

Rachel cradled the blonde all the way home and for
hours afterward. Michael brought soup and crackers
up to the room for dinner but Quinn wouldn't eat. She
thanked him to comfort his concern. She just wanted
to lay in Rachel's arms as the brunette ran her fingers
through her hair and periodically kissed the top of her
head, reminding her how much she and her dads
loved her.

"She hasn't cried." Michael informed his husband as

he entered their bedroom. "The tears have been there
but she hasn't cried. I would have been balling like a
baby on the floor."

Joshua shrugged. "She's had years of practice hiding

her emotions."
"You and I were the same. We didn't come out of the
womb waving pride flags. We hid. But she has some
emotional strength I could never dream of having."

The shorter man braced himself against his dresser

and ran his fingers over his eyes, under his glasses.
"She has to with a father like that. Could you imagine
coming out to a man like that! Or even…" he lowered
his raising voice so the girls couldn't hear. "Or even
tell him she was pregnant. No wonder she wanted to
hide it."

Michael threw himself down onto the bed. "Hell, I

wouldn't have even wanted to have it. I mean, she
could have gotten rid of it and no one would have
ever known."

"Michael…"

"I'm just saying. I'm glad her belief's were strong

enough to support her, but I don't think I could have
done the same…The things he said, Joshua! How
can anyone tell their child they are a disappointment.
It's one thing for their actions to be disappointing, but
nor for the child to be the disappointment."

Joshua moved to lay next to his husband on the bed.

"Her strength amazes be. I just hope there isn't too
much damage underneath."

"Do you think we should send her to therapy? To help

with this change, which, by the way, I love you for.
She is so much better off with us." Michael pecked his
husband's cheek.

"I think being here will be therapy enough, but if she

wants it we can do that too…We are going to have
two daughters."

"It's weird to think about. Especially because they're

dating."

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

Quinn lifted her head from Rachel's chest and nuzzled

into her neck. "I was beginning to think you had fallen
asleep." Rachel said.

Quinn placed a quick kiss onto her neck. "No. I just

needed more skin contact." Rachel smiled lazily, there
was never enough skin contact. "What do you think of
your dads wanting custody?"

The brunette lightly glided her fingertips over Quinn's

neck as she thought. "I don't really see how it's much
different from what we are doing now."

"Right now it's not, but…what if you and I don't work

out? We still have to live with each other. It could all
be very awkward. I don't want to mess up your family
dynamics."
"Can I confess something?" Rachel felt Quinn hold
her breath for a second.

"Sure."

"Since the age of four, I have been constructing my

dreams of stardom. Planning everything from the third
floor apartment in the heart of a bustling
neighborhood filled with little shops that scream 'New
York', to where to celebrate the success of my first big
show. For the last twelve years, more than an entire
decade, I have milled over every detail and had finally
perfected the over all plan."

Quinn laughed and kissed the diva's neck again.

"That's not a confession. I've seen your notebook with
the different apartment buildings whose views from
the third floor you approve of."

Rachel blushed slightly but pushed it away. "No…that

wasn't the confession. That was the build up. Can I
finish?"

"I forget how dramatic you can be sometimes, but

yes, you can finish."

"Thank you. My confession: I threw the notebook

away."

Quinn quickly removed herself from the brunette's

arms and searched her face for any trace of humor.
She didn't find any. "What! Why! That was your
dream. You can't just throw it away!"

Rachel sat up. "It was flawed."

"It was perfect!"

The diva shook her head. "I have started over.

However, it is proving difficult because you have yet
to inform me of your plans. I don't know whether to
schedule monthly trips out of state, or if you are
coming with me."

"Me? You're…you're writing me into your dream?"

Rachel nodded. "I know there is a possibility you and I

might not work out, but there is also a possibility that
Noah and Finn will fall madly in love like we did and
get caught having mind blowing sex." Quinn tried to
hold back her laugh at the mental images that
bombarded her. "Honestly, in my mind, those two
things are equally probable." Rachel cupped the
blonde's face and drew her into a kiss, lingering in the
sensation. "And that feeling in the pit of your
stomach…?" Quinn nodded indicating she knew the
feeling Rachel was referring to. "Is my proof. We
belong together."

Quinn sighed away her last ounce of resistance to

Rachel's confession and pressed her forehead to
Rachel's. "I have always loved that feeling. I've never
had it with anyone else."

"Me either. So face it, you're kinda stuck with me

now." Quinn pushed her back down to the bed so they
could resume their cuddling. "So, what do you think of
my dads wanting custody?"

"Honestly…it's weird. I mean, I love your dads.

They're amazing. It's just strange knowing that, I don't
know…like, knowing my parents are still there, but
they're not really my parents anymore. Does that
make any sense?"

"I get it. But they will always be your parents. Now,
you just don't have to worry about what they will think
or do. They will have absolutely no control over you."
Quinn shifted her position again, thinking about it.
"You alright?"

"…yeah. I just…when my dad threatened to take me

back home with them today, I was so scared. Mainly
because I knew he could. He had every right to. My
mind instantly started racing to all the things to avoid
saying to try and prevent him from doing it."

"Now you don't have to worry about it." Rachel kissed

her forehead and intertwined her fingers with Quinn's.
"Everything is going to be so much different for you
now. So much easier. You don't have to worry about
anything other than being happy."
Maybe it was the pessimist in Quinn, but she was
having a hard time accepting that. Then again, maybe
her nerves would settle when everything was official.
Once there was a chance of nothing going wrong.

~~~/~~~

A/N: Thank you again for all the wonderful reviews. I

have some ideas for the next few chapters, but I was
debating how far I should take this fic, or if I should
start a follow up for when they go to college or
something. Let me know what you think.

***

~~~/~~~

Santana paced in front of the park bench, taking in

the news Quinn had just delivered. "So, let's break
this down. In three weeks, you and Berry have gone
from enemies to best friends, to girlfriends, to
roomies, to…sisters?"

Quinn pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose

and growled in frustration. "We are not sisters. Her
dads are becoming my guardians. You two are far too
much alike." Santana stopped her pacing and
narrowed her eyes, requesting an explanation. "She is
trying to lighten the seriousness of the situation by
explaining the hotness of the stepsister fantasy."
"Oh, yeah. Totally hot. So,…you and Rachel are
adoptive sisters and her other adoptive sister is your
daughter. So does that make you and your daughter
sisters too?"

The blonde dropped her hand from her face to deliver

a very intense stare. "Santana, I will hurt you. And if it
comes to more I am fairly certain I can get away with
justifiable homicide."

The Latina took a moment to ponder the seriousness

of the threat. "So does that make any kids you and
Rachel would have your-"

"Santana!"

"Okay. Chill, Q. Look, you scared off all the birds."

They watched as the flock of birds fluttered into the
sky before Santana turned her attention back to her
obviously emotionally frayed friend. "Are you sure
you're alright with all this? It seems so sudden."

Quinn rested her head on her friends shoulder as she

took the seat on the park bench next to her. "It is
sudden. But it's the best thing for me. The Berrys are
amazing and Rachel doesn't seem put off by it."

"Why would she be?"

The blonde locked her arm with the Latina's. "If it

doesn't work out, things-"
"Oh, please, Q. I know things have a habit of turning
out kinda shitty for you, but this is the turn around
point. Don't go emotionally sabotaging this
relationship with your insecurities."

"I'm not."

"You are!" She paused to regain control of her

emotions. "You just need to relax and take your mind
off of everything. Thankfully, Puck is having a party
tonight."

"It's Sunday."

"Tomorrow is one of those Monday Holidays that I

can't remember why we celebrate. Labor Day I think. I
don't know. All I know is that you and Berry are
coming to celebrate the freedom from your parent's
control." She stood up from the bench and pulled the
blonde along with her. "Tell Berry that B and I will be
over at 6 to help her get dressed. Are you two going
to need a place to crash tonight?"

"Uhh….I don't think so." Quinn thought back through

all the countless conversations she had had with
Joshua and Michael yesterday. "I think I remember
something about them leaving town this afternoon. Or
maybe that is tomorrow. I'll let you know when you
show up."
~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

"Rachel?"

"Upstairs."

Quinn shut the front door and slowly made her way up
to their bedroom. The room started out as Rachel's,
but with her dads' acceptance of all aspects of their
relationship, the guest room was quickly abandon
altogether. It was now their room.

"What are you reading?" The blonde asked as she

stood behind the girl. Rachel was lying on the bed,
stomach to the mattress, flipping through a magazine.
Quinn's eyes started at her bare feet and drifted
upwards until she reached the incredibly short jean
shorts. "Those new?"

Rachel ignored the second inquiry. "I'm reading a

magazine."

Quinn ran her hands over the soft skin of the tanned
legs, moving them upwards as she crawled onto the
bed. "Obviously." She lifted the fabric of Rachel's tee
shirt enough to place a soft kiss to the small of her
back. "What kind of magazine?"

The brunette fiend uninterest at the blonde's roaming

hand on her butt or the playful bite on her shoulder
blade. "Why don't you come and look. I could use the
input."

"Input?" Quinn questioned running her hand lower on

Rachel's bottom, trailing her fingers down between
her legs and pressing them up into the girl.

Rachel flustered but kept her composure. "Not that

kind of input."

Defeated, Quinn removed her hand, raising it to brush

the hair off of Rachel's shoulder so she could look at
the magazine with her. "Rachel! Where did you get
that?" Quinn couldn't see the devilish smile spread
across her girlfriend's lips.

"I got it from Brittany. I am seriously considering make

an investment into the company."

"Are you serious?" Quinn's eyes flew over the pictures

as her girlfriend the pages.

"I am. They advertise a wide variety of items: whips,

gags, chaps…things that glow in the dark." Rachel
pointed to one picture in particular causing both girls
to tilt their heads slightly in silent deliberation and
fantasy. The brunette glanced over her shoulder to
the openmouthed cheerleader before flipping to a
page she had previously earmarked. "I kinda like this
one."

Quinn turned a shade of red Rachel believed would

match her Cheerios' uniform before pushing herself
from the girl and rolling her eyes. "A strap on?"

"Yes. A strap on." Rachel discarded the magazine

and grabbed the shoulders of the fleeing blonde,
throwing her back on the bed. "I think it would be fun."

"Oh, do you?" Quinn playfully fought off her girlfriend's

attempts to kiss her.

"I do." Rachel pinned Quinn's arms to the bed but

made the mistake of ignoring the girls legs which had
no trouble throwing the smaller girl to the foot of the
bed. "Whoa. I would like to get one between those
strong legs."

Quinn retreated to the head of the bed as Rachel

pursued on her knees. "And if I say no?"

"You wont."

"Oh, I wouldn't?" Rachel grabbed the Quinn's ankles

and pulled her down the bed, lowering her hips
between the long legs and capturing her mouth with
hers, grinding her hips into the girl. A moan escaped
the blonde's throat.

"No. You wouldn't"

"Why do I have a feeling that you would get more

pleasure out of this then me?"
"Because you know me so well." The brunette bucked
her hips, thrusting them into Quinn.

"What are you doing?" Quinn asked brushing the dark

locks behind her shoulders and delivering a quick
kiss.

"I'm practicing." She stated, thrusting again. "I'm not

accustom to this motion. I need to work out the kinks."
Rachel accented her last word with another thrust.

Quinn smiled. "You are a kink. A kinky, kinky girl."

Rachel lowered herself down on top of her, kissing

her forehead, her nose, and then her lips. "well, if this
works out we could progress to my kinky fantasies."

Quinn couldn't help but feel aroused and hated the

fact that both men were down stairs. But teasing and
dirty talk weren't against the rules. "And what would
these fantasies be exactly?" She traced the diva's full
lips with her fingertips.

"well, one consists of you, me, and every surface of

this house."

Quinn raised an eyebrow. "Every surface?"

"You know, the kitchen table, countertops, couch,

coffee table, living room floor…guest bedroom, the
shower, hot tube."

If it was possible Quinn's eyebrows arched further.

"Your dads better be gone an entire week at this rate."

Rachel shook her head. "We could hit all those in a

weekend."

"Ha!" Quinn laughed in protest. "Not if you expect me

to be able to walk Monday."

"Don't worry. I don't." Rachel smirked, stealing a quick

kiss before the blonde could protest further and lifted
herself off the bed. "And that's just one of my
fantasies. Some, of course, I understand will never
happen. I do have you modesty to compete with….I
mean, to consider."

Quinn knew the conversation was playful in nature but

was based in honesty as well. "So what is it that you
think I would be too modest to partake in Miss 'Don't-
grab-my-butt-in-public'?"

The brunette was standing in front of her vanity giving

Quinn the most seductive stare she had ever
witnessed through the mirror. "To name one: You,
me, int the back seat of your car, in the parking lot at
school, during lunch."

"Everyone could see us!" Quinn shrieked.

"Exactly."

"Rachel Berry, you would not!"

The diva turned to face the cheerleader, delivering the

full seduction of her stare. Quinn was instantly and
uncomfortably wet. "What I would do," she began
taking slow steps towards the blonde, "Quinn Fabray,
if your modest did not contest, is throw you on to this
bed and fuck you senseless until you screamed my
name loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear
the pleasure I gave you, not to mention my fathers
down stairs. Then, I would run my tongue over every
inch of your body tasting and teasing everything I
touched until you were begging me to fuck you so
hard that you wouldn't be able to breathe without
remembering what it was like to have me inside you."
She gave a chaste kiss to the paralyzed girl's lips
before turning to the door. "I'm going to go fix some
lunch. You want anything to eat?"

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

"Damn, Berry. You are going to be turning heads

tonight." Santana commented as she watched Rachel
descend the stairs in the smallest black skirt she
owned. Her tone legs accentuated by a pair of black
heels and her cleavage thrust into attention by a
formfitting strapless black top. Brittany had down her
hair with light waves, leaving the tips to brush over
her exposed collarbone.
"That is my girlfriend you are drooling over, Santana."
Quinn remarked once she managed to find her words
again, stealing glances at the sight of perfection at the
foot of the stairs.

Rachel smiled and blushed until she caught sight of

Quinn's out fit. "I love those jeans. I demand you wear
them every day."

Quinn playfully glanced over her shoulder to her

pronounced rear. "I thought you might like these."

Rachel shook her head. "No." She corrected her. " I

love them. And the shirt…God, it's tight…and short." It
was. It revealed half of the cheerleader's midriff and a
good dose of cleavage.

"Do we need to separate you two until we get to the

party?" Santana asked. "Because there will be no sex
in my car." Brittany pouted. "For them, B. For them.
Now, lets get to this party and show the boys what
they can't have."

The quartet exited the house in pursuit of Santana's

SUV. "So, who is our designated driver for this
evening?" Rachel asked. Brittany raised her hand.

"I am. I have to go somewhere with my mom real

early so I can't have a hang up."
"You mean hang over?"

"That too."

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

"Oh. My. God. Ladies, would you be willing to help the

Puckanator out? You see, I have this…dream, that all
four of you lovely and amazingly sexy ladies were
naked in my bed…at the same time."

"Puck, are you drunk already?" Santana asked

snidely.

"No, but I will be soon. Drinks are in the kitchen. Help

yourself, but make sure to find me when your
inhibitions have dwindled."

IT was easy to see Rachel was overwhelmed. She

dodged every time someone stumbled and tried to
protect her delicate ears from the booming music and
incoherent shouts of the dozens of party goers.
"Looks like we need to get Berry drunk before she has
a heart attack. Santana pointed out as Quinn survived
the alcohol selection.

"Here. I know you can handle this." Quinn handed her

a mostly empty bottle of rum. Eager to relax, Rachel
accepted the gift while never letting go of the hand
that gave it to her.
"Don't you dare leave my side, Quinn Fabray."

The blonde downed a shot before snaking her arm

around the petite diva's waist. "You don't have to
worry about that. I'm going to have to keep an eye on
you all night." She motioned behind the girl.

Rachel glanced over her shoulder to see a group of

guys admiring her short skirt. "They're pigs."

Quinn furrowed her brow. "They're doing the exact

same thing I'm doing."

The brunette nodded. "I know. You're a pig too."

The cheerleader smiled. "I am, aren't I?" She leaned

in and kissed Rachel, taking notice of the guys
reaction before lowering her hand to squeeze the
heavily admired butt.

"I can not believe you just did that."

"What?" She tried to play innocent. "I'm just letting

them know you are taken. It's one of those little things
I like, so deal with it." She gave the diva a chaste kiss
before taking another shot. "Let's go dance."

Nothing seemed real except for Quinn's body pressed

up against her back as they danced. The room was
too loud and too full, but Rachel didn't care as long as
she knew Quinn was there. They danced close,
grinding seductively, accruing catcalls. She could
sense all eyes on her, but she drowned them out with
another swig of the bottle and a kiss from the love of
her life. She had everything that she ever wanted.
Attention, popularity, the more gorgeous girl in school.
Now she just needed to relax and let go.

It was 10 o'clock by the time Rachel looked at her

phone. They had spent most of the last two hours
dancing and kissing and both girls were covered in a
light layer of sweat. Quinn had gone to use the
bathroom and Rachel went to find a drink to replace
her now empty bottle.

"Hey." A boy greeted her as she entered the kitchen.

He was tall and cute with beautiful blue eyes, but
Rachel couldn't place him at school.

"Hi."

"I'm John."

"I'm Rachel. Do you go to McKinley? I can't say I've

seen you around."

He shook his head. "No. I graduated two years ago.

Just a friend of Puck's. You need a drink? I've got an
extra one poured here?"

"Uh, sure. What is it?"

"Just beer."

Rachel lifted the cup to her mouth when suddenly it

was taken from her hand. "Rule number one, Berry:
Never take an open cup drink from someone you
don't know unless you have seen them pour it."
Santana dumped the beverage down the sink. "And,
buddy, she's taken." John rolled his eyes and left the
kitchen.

"Why did you do that?"

"Berry, do you know why college guys go to high

school parties?" She shook her head. "Just stick to
the rule, okay?" She poured her a drink. "This one is
safe. Now let's get you back to Q."

"Hey San, Babe. Quinn greeted them followed by

Puck announcing:

"Body Shots!"

"Body What?" Rachel questioned.

Puck cleared the coffee table of the scores of empty

cups before grabbing Quinn around the waist and
lifting her off the ground. "Come on Berry. Follow." He
laid the laughing cheerleader down on the table and
the room gathered around to witness. "So, what you
do is pick a body part…I suggest her stomach or
chest…you'll lick, yes, lick salt off of her. Take a shot
of tequila and then take the lime slice from her mouth
with yours. It'll be fucking hot."

Rachel looked down at her sweaty girlfriend lying on

her back and was incredibly turned on. She looked so
sexy like that. The request to like her stomach or
chest was godsend. The brunette leaded down and
captured the cheerleader's lips. "I think I am going to
like these body shots."

Quinn stared seductively. "Me too. Now where?" She

pulled slightly at the hem of her shirt, lifting it until the
underside of her bra was visible. "Stomach? Or
chest?" She edged her shirt down the other direction
while Rachel's eyes darkened and surveyed the
porcelain skin.

"Both."

"Fuck yeah. That's what I'm talking about, baby. Hand

me the fucking salt. These girls are ready to go." Puck
ordered adding the salt to Quinn's sweaty body and
placing the line in her mouth. The room began to
chant. "Rachel! Rachel! Rachel!" Never in her wildest
dreams…

"Hurry up and give me the drink." The diva

demanded. She wanted to touch Quinn so much.

"Come on Berry." Puck urged her as she placed her

knee between Quinn's lefts and leaned down, running
her tongue from her naval, up her abs, to her bar,
before claiming the salt cleverly placed in her
cleavage. Even over the roar of the crowd, Rachel
could hear a moan escape from Quinn's throat.
Rachel downed the shot before taking the lime slice
from Quinn's mouth, quickly discarding it to claim the
girl's lips instead. The kiss was passionate, tongues
wrestling for dominance. Quinn brushed the dark
tresses out of her face and pulled her deeper.

"My God in heaven." Santana remarked between

cheers, fanning herself with her hand. Rachel broke
from the kiss and moved to the blonde's neck, nipping
at the sensitive skin.

"Oh, God, Rachel."

"Where's Puck's room? I can't wait until we get

home."

"It's upstairs."

Rachel pushed herself off the table, dragging her

girlfriend with her.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Puck asked as he

prepared another shot.

"Your bedroom." They boys eyes widened. "But you're

not invited." The two disappeared up stairs.
"Can I at least watch?"

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

The girls got dressed after some cuddling and headed

back down stairs to a waiting Puck. "Did you…the two
of you…just fuck…in my bed?" Please say yes.
Please say yes. Please say yes. Rachel rolled her
eyes and pulled Quinn along who whispered in his ear
that he may want to change his sheets. "Yes!" He
threw his hands in the air. "Come one you douches!
Pay up! That's right, my bed!"

"Rachel?" She turned to face the voice. It was Finn.

"Hi." Rachel responded pulling Quinn closer to her

protectively.

"Hey. I've spent like the last hour looking for you. Did
you just get here?"

Rachel felt her blush burning her skin. "No." Quinn

answered, pulling his attention away from her
girlfriend. "We've been here for a while."

"Right." HE dropped his bloodshot eyes. "Would it be

alright if I could talk to you alone?"

"Finn, I don't have anything to say. I tried talking to

you Friday." Rachel responded. Quinn knew they had
spoken and that it didn't end well. Rachel said there
was nothing to worry about and that she didn't want
Quinn to worry, so she accepted it.

"Not you. I was hoping to talk to Quinn."

Rachel's eyes met hers. "Uh, sure." She kissed the

diva on the cheek. "Don't worry. Santana and B are
right there. I'll be right back."

Finn escorted her out of the house and down the

street, away from the noise. "What did you want to
talk about Finn?"

He put his hands in his pockets in awkwardness. "I

talked to Rachel the other day, trying to understand
how this all happened, which I still don't. But she said
something that got me thinking. She asked me why I
was so mad at you, but not really at her. I figured it's
because we have our own unresolved issues." He
took a seat in the grass, resting his feet.

"I tried to resolve those issues last year." Quinn

remarked, taking a seat next to him. "I know it was
beyond not fair to you. Cruel in some ways."

"In a lot of ways."

She sighed. "In a lot of ways. I can't justify what I did

to you. All I can do is apologize for it. It was a
mistake."
"Did you ever really love me?"

"Finn…"

"Did you?" His voice caught in his throat.

"No." She may have thought she did at one point, but
she really didn't.

"You've changed her, you know that?" His tone

changed from hurt to angered.

"What?"

"You've changed her, and not for the good. She

cussed at me the other day. She use to say people
who swore were uncouth or whatever. She's missed
classes. Did you know she had perfect attentdance
until this year?" She didn't. Rachel had never told her.
"Now she's drinking like a pro. Can't that stuff affect
her singing voice?" Quinn didn't know. She had never
thought about it. "Hell, Quinn. You've even changed
the way she dresses. She doesn't practice for glee
like she use to. She's nothing of the person she use to
be. You've changed her and I don't want this new
Rachel." He stood up and brushed off his pants. "You
can have her."

And with that he left, leaving Quinn contemplating

everything he has said. It was all true. Rachel didn't
even watch musicals anymore because Quinn didn't
care for them.

"Hey, Q. Finn said he left you here. You okay?"

"I want to go home. Where's Rachel?"

"Chill, she's with B. What's going on?" Santana was

about to sit down but Quinn sprang up from the
ground and began to walk away.

"Nothing. I want to go home." Santana stood in her

way.

"We aren't going anywhere until you tell me what's

going on. You're crying."

Was she? She raised her hand to her face. She was.
"Describe Rachel Berry." Santana furrowed her brow
and began to object. "Describe Rachel Berry or get
the fuck out of my way."

The Latina couldn't hide her shock with the blonde's

forcefulness. "Berry is a dork, constantly clad in argyle
animal sweaters, is obnoxiously overbearing,
egotistical, very much an over achiever, and
narcissistic. Always has to be right and better than
everyone else. Unable to ask for help…yada, yada,
yada. What's your point?"

"Everything you described must be rather annoying."

Santana shrugged her shoulders. "What is your
point?"

"When was the last time she annoyed you?"

"It's been awhile."

"When was the last time she wore argyle? When was
the last time she interrupted Mr. Schue during glee?
When was the last time she spent her lunch time
practicing? When was the last time she stormed out
because someone else got her solo?"

Santana raised her hand. "Q, I know what you are

getting at. I do. But ask yourself this: When was the
last time she got slushied? When was the last time
she was laughed at for her clothes? When was the
last time she had to eat lunch alone because not even
Finn wanted to be seen with her?"

Quinn pressed the palm of her hands to her forehead.

Santana was right, but Finn was right too.

"She loves you, Q. I mean, she really loves you.

When she looks at you, she has a love in her eyes
like one I've never felt. I'm not going to let you fuck
that up. You two are good for each other. You
balance each other out. Okay, no she's not a psycho
as she use to be, but that is a good thing. She was
doing more damage to herself than good before you.
If you don't believe me, then talk to her."
Quinn nodded and wiped away the remaining
phantom tears. "I will. Can…can we just go home?"

"Sure." The Latina grabbed the blonde's hand and

guided her back down the street. "Did you know that
Puck made, like, two hundred dollars off of you two
tonight?"

Quinn gave a whimper of embarrassment before

resting her head on Santana's shoulder. "Another
reason why I just want to go home."

The car ride home was silent except for Rachel's

demands that someone inform her why her girlfriend
had been crying. Santana told her to shut up and talk
to Quinn about it when they got home. But Quinn
didn't talk to her. Instead the blonde immediately took
a long shower, even locking the bathroom door to
keep Rachel out. The brunette took the time to make
coffee. It didn't matter to her that it was after midnight.
She just had a feeling that she needed to be as sober
and aware as possible for when Quinn did emerge
from the bathroom.

"Are you happy?"

The diva turned to face the small voice. Quinn was

already dressed for bed in her shorts and shirts with a
towel wringing her hair dry. "Of course I am. Why are
you asking that?" Rachel helod out her hand,
beckoning the girl closer, but she didn't move.

"Why don't you sing anymore?"

The brunette quickly exhaled through her nose in a

muted scoff. "Baby, I sing all the time. When I'm
cooking, When I'm cleaning-"

"Why don't you practice like you use to? OR spend

you lunch rehearing songs for glee? Or watch
musicals anymore?"

Rachel could only shake her head. "Where is all of

this coming from? Finn? What did he say to you?"
The blonde stepped forward and propped herself
against the kitchen doorframe.

"He said I've changed you. That you're not the same
Rachel you use to be."

"Well, he's right. You have changed me, but not how
he is thinking." Rachel explained beckoning the
blonde again. This time she followed, sitting on the
chair next to her. "All of those things, spending lunch
in the choir room, or locked away with my musicals
collection, it was because I had nothing else to do. I
enjoyed them, yes. But that's not the reason I spent
so much time doing them. You have changed me by
allowing me to be…well, normal. This Rachel Berry,"
She ran her hands, displaying herself. "Is the Rachel
Berry I always hoped of being. I still love my music.
Still dream of being a great star. But now I don't have
to throw myself into those things to try and make up
for all that I was missing."

"So, I haven't pushed you away from anything you

liked? What about your perfect attendance or you
animal sweaters?"

Rachel's laugh echoed through the empty house.

"Quinn, my perfect attendance was just another way
to get attention. Dorky, of course, but not life altering if
lost. As for my wardrobe, you didn't change it.
Santana and Brittany did. You even tried to keep it
similar, even if you had ulterior motives." Quinn
grabbed the legs of Rachel's chair and pulled it flush
against hers before taking the smaller girl in her arms.
"Quinn, you have been nothing but good to me. Even
my dads say so. Do you know…well, that's not really
true anymore."

Quinn lifter her head from the brunette's shoulder.

"What's not?"

"Well, I was going to say that you were the first friend
I brought home that wasn't simply trying to get into my
pants…."

"Ha. Well, it started out true." The blonde admitted.

"But those damn skirts,"

"Language." Rachel warned.

"Did I not just have you screaming obscenities a few
hours ago?"

"Did you?"

She nodded. "I have a distinct memory of the incident

in question."

"Hmmm… that's funny because I don't remember

anything of the such. Shocking really. I would have
wagered that something what would cause a
wholesome young woman like myself to curse would
have made quite an impression. Apparently with
wasn't all that-"

"Hold your tongue!"

"Hold it for me." The brunette smirked before breaking

from Quinn's grip and moved up the stairs, swaying
her hips seductively.

"You are in so much trouble, girl." Quinn warned

following close behind.

"Does that mean spanking?"

"…wholesome, huh?"

-/-/-/-/-
"So guess who's the talk of the school after this
weekend?" Puck asked teasingly as he leaned over
the girls' lunch table. It was obvious word had been
spread. The day had already progressed unlike any of
Rachel's wildest dreams. She was being called after,
talked to by popular kids, stared at in adoration by
those lacking in status…she even had a group of
football jocks who routinely slushied and shoved her
make a show of bowing down before her as if she
was some sort of goddess. It was nice, but all very,
very strange. "That creepy Jacob kid managed to get
a hold of someone's cell video of that body shot, said
his blog lit up like a friggin Christmas tree."

"Oh, what color were the lights?" Brittany asked

excitedly. "Or, were they the multicolored ones?"

As usual she was ignored. Rachel buried her head

into Quinn's back while Quinn covered her face with
her hands. "Once again, proof that alcohol and
teenage hormones do not make a good combination."
Quinn mumbled through her fingers.

"Whatever. They make an awesome combination."

Puck corrected her as he took a seat at the table.
"You two were fucking hot. I figure, if that video isn't
already viral on Youtube, it will be by the end of the
day."

Rachel pressed harder against Quinn. She couldn't

believe it. It was one thing for the news to go around
the school. It was another or the visual evidence to be
out freely in the world. It could come back to haunt
her in her career…or help it. It all depends.

Santana snickered. "You two could end up the newest

celebrity couple of the lesbian community. I can see
the blog headlines now: 'Unlikely High School Couple
Make Waves of Arousal with Sultry Shots Before
Quick Exit to Bedroom'."

"Yeah. My bedroom."

The Latina rolled her eyes. "It's not like you were even
in there."

"Doesn't matter. When they go viral, I can sell those

sheets on eBay."

Both girls snapped their head up. "Gross!"

"Come on. You know some perv will snatch those bad
boys up. Have you two even seen the video?" He
pulled his phone from his pocket and pushed a few
buttons before handing the phone to the blonde.
Rachel perched her head on her shoulder.
Simultaneously, their mouths dropped, eyebrows
raised, and cheeks darkened. "Like I said, That shit is
hot!"

"So…everyone has seen it?" Quinn asked in shock,

watching the small display screen still while Rachel
buried her face again. Puck nodded his head.
"Santana…I can see you in the background and you
look like you are enjoying it a little too much."

Santana snatched the phone from the blonde's hand

to see for herself. "What the hell are you doing looking
in the background? The interesting part is what's
happening on the table." Brittany nodded from behind
the Latina's shoulder.

"Hey, guys. What are you watching?"

Santana fumbled with the phone before lowering it

from view. "Oh, nothing much Mr. Schue. Just a
documentary on the mating rituals of a rare species
caught on camera." If her answer didn't stun the
teacher, Rachel's reaction surely did. In a fluid motion
the diva pulled away from her girlfriend and slapped
Santana across the arm. The entire table sat
motionless, not even breathing while they waited for
Santana to react.

Not removing her glaring eyes from Rachel's wide

ones, Santana handed the phone back to Puck. He
took it cautiously, studying the cheerleaders face.
"Berry…you must be the man in the relationship,
because you have balls to hit me like that."

"Okay…" Mr. Schuester took slow steps away from

the table, not wanting to disturb calm waters. "Just
remember, rehearsal tomorrow, not today." They all
nodded, still hesitant to pull their eyes away from the
Latina in fear of being blindsided by her attack. Quinn
snuck her arm in front of Rachel and pulled her closer
by the hip, trying to get her as far away from Santana
as possible.

"I like it when you are all on edge." Santana stated

munching on a carrot. "It's like I have full
control….Total aphrodisiac."

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

"Are you sure you want to hang around through our

practice?" Quinn asked standing with Rachel in the
bleachers surrounding the football field. "It's going to
be boring and full of Coach Sylvester yelling at us and
telling us how much we suck. You can just take my
car home and come back and pick me up in two
hours."

Rachel promptly sat down and pulled out a notebook

from her backpack. "Are you trying to get rid of me?"

Quinn smiled and leaned down until her lips were

inches from Rachel's. "Totally." Rachel gave in and
closed the remaining distance, pressing her lips to
Quinn's. The blonde cupped the diva's face and lifted
it so she could deepen the kiss.

"Q!" Quinn jumped at the sound of Coach Sylvester's

voice funneling through her bullhorn. "Here! Now!"
"Shit." Rachel opened her mouth to chastise the
blonde but thought better of it. "I'll see you later."

Rachel watched as she hurried off the bleachers and

scurried across the field. She could tell by the
blonde's slightly slouching posture that she would not
approve of the words the couch was speaking to her
girlfriend. She could only imagine. Not only had
Coach Sylvester's Head Cheerleader rejoined Glee
Club, but came out as gay, is dating the dorkiest (or
formerly dorkiest) girl in school, and starred in a
heavily circulated video containing underage drinking
and overly sexual circumstances.

"Hey, Freak!" Rachel moved her attention from the

blondes to Karofsky as he approached the bleachers
from the track. "What are you doing here? Mooning
over your dyke girlfriend…Man-hands?"

"Your wit astounds me, Karofsky. Especially since you

manage such levels even after your jockstrap has
restricted the blood flow to your brain." She saw the
comment was clearly over his head and rolled her
eyes. He stood there pondering her meaning knowing
full well it was an insult.

"She called you a dickhead, Dickhead." Puck clarified

for him.

"You sticking up for her now, Puckerman? Thinking

she'll let you join in the next time she fucks her dyke
girlfriend in your bed?" That's twice now. The third
time he said it, she told herself she would abandon
her normal pacifist ways for the chance to draw blood.

"That would be sweet, but I'm more warning you of

Santana." Puck pointed to the glaring Latina across
the field. "Seeing as she and the 'dyke girlfriend' have
already slushied you…I'm thinking they may up the
ante if you piss them off again. Although…Berry, if
you and Quinn would help me with some of my
dreams, I would be more than willing to kick his ass."

Karofsky couldn't hide his shock at his fellow jock's

betrayal. "Dude?"

Puck shrugged. "They're hot. You're just a dickhead. I

already have one of those. So….bye-bye." He waved
him off before turning to leave himself.

"Noah."

"Thinking of my offer?"

She shook her head. "Not exactly. I…do you have a

few minutes of time which I may borrow?" He smiled
mischievously and hopped the barricade.

"My services are yours…for a price." Rachel arched

an eyebrow. It was becoming habit more so now,
seeing Quinn do it all the time, but it always seemed
to work. "What is it you need and we can discuss a
payment plan later."

"It's about sex." The jock beamed with excitement.

"Quinn informed me of a drunken conversation
between you and Santana that left her with a plethora
of information on the topic. I was hoping you could
share some of that with me."

"You want to know how to get her off?"

It amazed her how open she had become talking

about sex. Having hormone driven teenage friends
caused it to be a primary topic of conversation. "I don't
have a problem 'getting her off'."

He laughed. "You sure? She could just be faking it."

"She wouldn't fake it."

"Babe, every woman fakes it. Tell me you haven't."

She shook her head. She hadn't. She didn't even
think it was allowed. "Fuck! Fabray is that good?
Damn…"

Rachel blushed. "Anyway, I don't think that is my

problem. I was looking more to find ways of…keeping
it interesting….new techniques."

"You know what, I do want payment for this. But I'll

keep it simple for you. I'll tell you some things I've
tried and things I have heard about, but you have to
tell me what works so I don't look stupid if they fall flat
with another chick. Deal?"

Rachel beamed. "Deal."

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

"So, what were you and Puck talking about?" Rachel

only answered with a sly smile as she descended the
bleachers to give her girlfriend a hug. Quinn stretched
her arm out to stop her. "Baby, I stink. It's not in the
least bit sexy. Wait until I can take a shower."

"You look sexy all sweaty like that."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "That may be, but I don't feel
sexy."

That was always the worst part about practice. Quinn

could handle the pain and the yelling, but she hated
the smell of two dozen sweaty people. The best part
was the long warm showers she had become
addicted to.

"So what did Coach Sylvester yell at you for?" Quinn

jumped at the unexpected voice and nearly slipped in
the tub. She poked her head around the shower
curtain to see Rachel stripping away her clothes. The
naked brunette gave her a shy smile and stepped in
the shower behind her. "So, what did she say?"
Quinn instantly found herself short of breath as
Rachel kissed the back of her neck and rest her
hands on her hips. "Just that she saw the video and
didn't want me to screw things up like I did last year."
Rachel moved her kisses along the crook of her neck
to her shoulder. "She gave me this huge long lecture
about underage drinking and how it could mess up my
future."

Rachel trailed her hands down her hip bones to the 'Y'
of the blonde's legs. "Maybe we should stop." Rachel
suggested, halting her hands and Quinn stopped
breathing. "Drinking that is." She dipped her middle
finger into the blonde's folds and revealed in the gasp
she was granted.

"Mmm…maybe." Quinn dropped her head back

against Rachel's shoulder as the diva began slow
massaging rubs with her finger. "I-I'd have no
complaints."

Rachel laughed lightly against Quinn's ear as she

lowered another finger into the wetness. "I bet you
don't." Every catch of the cheerleader's breath and
every moan that escaped her throat reverberated off
the shower walls, magnifying Rachel's eagerness to
please her. She was so thankful her dads wouldn't be
back until tomorrow. She had some new things she
wanted to share.
Quinn felt herself being turned to face Rachel. As
soon as she found them, she took the diva's full lips in
hers, the water running over the perfectly plump
curves, moistening each connection. Rachel dropped
her hand down and slid two finger inside the aroused
blonde while resuming the massaging circles with her
thumb.

"God, you're tight."

Each thrust was timed with the intake of Quinn's

breath, turning it into a desperate gasp and she
abandon the kisses. Instead she wrapped her arms
around Rachel's neck, pulling her close. Her grunts
and moans vibrated in her ear.

"Prop your leg up." Quinn obeyed, lifting her leg to

rest on the side of the tub, granting Rachel more
moving room. The brunette withdrew her fingers and
ran them up to the blonde's clit, pinching it lightly
before lowering them back down and entering a third
finger. Quinn's walls clamped down, squeezing her
fingers in their heat.

"Feels so good to be inside you."

Quinn exhaled in a whimper and the brunette slowly

began working her fingers deeper as the muscular
walls relaxed. Once they were in to the last knuckle
she curved them up and back down several times
quickly. Quinn's breath caught and her left leg began
to give out. Rachel tightened her grip around her
girlfriend's waist to support some of her weight before
she resumed flexing her fingers. The blonde quivered
and jerked, edging Rachel to move them faster.

"Oh…yes. Fuck, that's good." Rachel continued the

motion a little while longer before withdrawing them
again, running them up to tease the sensitive nub,
and dipping them back into the intense heat to
resume her finger's work. She repeated the process
over and over until Quinn was nearly crying for the
final release.

Rachel flung the shower curtain open and guided the

blonde to sit atop the counter top, taking the
opportunity to taste her lips again. Nestling herself
between Quinn's legs, Rachel pushed two fingers
back inside and attached her mouth to the blonde's
clit. She started moving her tongue and finger in
identical slow pulses, periodically increasing the
speed. Then she tried her new trick.

"Oh my God!" Quinn's thighs tightened around

Rachel's head and she fisted the girl's hair, crying out
in incoherent noises. Rachel stopped and those
noises turned into girlish giggle and a beaming smile.
"What was that?…And do it again!"

Rachel backed her mouth away so her girlfriend could

see what she had done. The cheerleader watched as
Rachel vibrated her tongue up and down like you
would pronouncing the Spanish 'r', except she was
doing it in front of her teeth instead of behind them.
Rachel smiled at the blonde's wide eyes and placed a
light kiss to the bundle of nerves before reattaching
her mouth.

"Oh. AH!…ha…ah…" Rachel added the third finger

back in and began hard thrust as she rolled her
tongue relentlessly, sending tremors through the
blonde's core until she succumbed to the new
sensation. "Fu-Uck!

Rachel kissed each quivering thigh and traveled

upward to finally claim Quinn's lips. "So that's a
keeper?" She asked before sucking the blonde's
bottom lip into her mouth and nipping it.

"Um…yeah!"

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

"Have you ever faked it?" Rachel asked as she sat on

her bed wringing her hair dry.

Quinn stepped out of the bathroom with her brow

already lowered. "Have I 'faked' it? An orgasm? No,
not with you at least. I did with Puck…don't tell him
that though. Why are you asking?"

"Well, it just came up when Noah and I were talking

and I tried to tell him that you didn't-"
Quinn stopped drying her hair and lost the smile on
her face. "You were talking to Puck about my
orgasms?"

Rachel searched her words carefully. "No. I asked

him for some helpful tips and he assumed it was
because, and I quote, I needed help 'getting you off'. I
told him that wasn't a problem and he mentioned that
you might have been faking it because all women
fake it once in a while."

Quinn accepted the answered and resumed drying

her hair. "Have you ever faked it?"

Rachel shook her head. "He was fairly impressed by

that as well."

"What else did you tell him exactly?"

"Just some background information so he could

decide what relevant knowledge he could pass on."

The blonde draped the towel over the door know and
rested her hands on her hips. "Background
information?"

Rachel suddenly shrank on the bed, feeling like a little

kid being scolded. "Just some of the things we have
done."
"What we've done?…I cannot believe you told Puck
what we have done intimately!""

"It wasn't like I sat him down and listed things off."
Yet. "He was trying to help me out and it was easier
for him to make suggestions if I told him what I
already knew you liked." Quinn narrowed her eyes
and tightened her bottom lip. Rachel knew she was in
trouble now. "Baby, I just wanted things to be good for
you."

"They are good…You are good! But that shit is

personal. And don't you try and tell me about my
language." Rachel snapped her mouth shut and gave
Quinn a few minutes to fume. "How would you feel if I
told Puck about your newly discovered desire to be
spanked? Can you imagine the harassment he would
put you through?"

"Is that what you are afraid of? That he's going to
harass you? It wasn't like that. He's not looking for
dirt. It was just, like…'guy' talk. The only thing I said
that he could possibly use to embarrass you was that
you can't go two days without any."

Quinn's eyes widened and she straightened her

posture. "You know what, I'll be in the guest room
tonight and you, aren't getting any."

"Baby…" She called as Quinn reached for the boor.

"Okay, so maybe I should have said that much…"
Actually, she knew she shouldn't have, but she felt
like she was bonding with Noah. They were having a
real conversation, creating a friendship. And the fact
that Quinn was so eager with her but denied him, she
found thrilling to share.

"Then why did you? And I want an honest answer."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "I was bragging. It's no

different from when you grab my butt in front of guys."

Quinn finally turned around. "It is very different. That

is showing them that you are taken. Not telling them
what happens when I….I'm not having this
conversation.: Rachel knew she was still in trouble but
couldn't help but smile at how sexy Quinn was when
she was mad. "What are you grinning at?"

The brunette snaked her arms around the blonde's

waist slowly and cautiously kissed the column of her
neck. She could feel Quinn's anger fade and her
begin to melt in Rachel's arms. "I told you. You can't
even go two days." Mistake! Rachel's mind screamed
at her as the taunt fell from her lips.

Quinn pushed her away and opened the bedroom

door. "We shall see just how long I can go." And she
left for the guest room across the hall, locking the
door behind her.

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~
Everything from that point on changed. Quinn avoided
her, wouldn't even talk to her half the time. Rachel
thought she may have struck some underlying nerve
she was unaware of and attempted to apologize.
Quinn wouldn't hear it. Instead, she would only get up
and leave the room. Rachel could only watch as the
perfectly shaped ass walked out. The ass which she
began noticing more. And how Quinn's clothing had
become tighter and shorter. At first Rachel thought it
was just because she was horny, but then she noticed
the devilish smirk Quinn tossed over her shoulder
every time she pulled away when Rachel tried to
touch her.

Quinn was playing with her, teasing her. What

frustrated Rachel most is that it was working. The
more the blonde pulled away, the more Rachel
wanted her. Knowing it was a game granted Rachel
some strength. She was able to steel herself behind
the front of a competition. Her drive to win could out
last Quinn, she was sure of it. Unfortunately, that
drive to win was accompanied by the desire to brag
about it.

Once Rachel professed that she "was indeed onto

this little game and it's effects have diminished",
Quinn progressed in her methods of torture. By
Thursday night, Rachel was lying to herself about not
wanting the blonde, but she was granted a small
release. It was movie night and while Quinn wouldn't
cuddle with her in their normal position on the couch
she did take a seat at the far end, allowing their out
stretched legs to touch. The contact was enough for
Rachel. However, she was slow to realize it was all
part of Quinn's plan.

The blonde began running her foot up the inside of

Rachel's leg, slowing as she reached her thigh to play
with the en of her shorts. The diva forgot about the
movie and focused more on controlling her breathing
and watching her oblivious fathers nestled on the
loveseat. Quinn flattened her foot to the sofa and slid
it up under Rachel who gasped sharply at the contact.

"That movie's not that scary, Rachel." Michael

commented. "But we can watch something else if you
want."

Rachel opened her mouth to respond and Quinn

raised her toes, grazing her sensitive spot. The diva
tried to cover her choked moan by clearing her throat
and shaking her head. Quinn removed her foot and
smiled in victory.

School wasn't any easier. Rachel was thrilled when

Friday came and it was the last day she would have
to watch Quinn parade around in that uniform,
purposefully swaying her hips so the flaps exposed
the skin of her thighs. There was no Glee Club so she
wouldn't have to watch the material fly up as the
blonde' twirled or watched how sexy Quinn could
move when she danced. And the best part of Friday is
that it was the third day Quinn had been holding out,
proving her point that she could last longer than two
days. Saturday was bound to be a better day.

Quinn was already awake and fixing breakfast when

Rachel stumbled into the kitchen. Three nights had
passed without having Quinn next to her in bed…
making them very long nights. Now the girl stood with
her back to Rachel in a spaghetti strap shirt and short,
short, short shorts. Rachel decided to make the first
move back to normalcy and playfully ran her hand
over the blonde's butt only to have it smacked away.

"So, what, I can't even touch you now?" Quinn didn't

answer. "What are you making?" Rachel huffed, half
expecting to be ignored like she had been for the last
three days.

"Fruit salad…for you." She slid the bowl of fruit to the

bewildered brunette before taking a piece for herself.
Rachel watched as she placed it seductively between
her lips and allowed a drop of it's juices to trail from
her lips down her chin. Quinn wiped the streak clean
with her finger before sucking the digit into her mouth
and moaning as she swirled her tongue around it.
Saturday made day four.

Sunday didn't start any differently. Quinn took

advantage of Rachel's affinity to watch her as she
studied and teasingly ran the end of her pen along her
neck and exposed skin of her chest. She propped her
long legs on the foot of the bed so they appeared to
stretch the length of the room to where she was sitting
in the desk chair.

"What if I beg you?" Rachel asked breaking Quinn's

focus on her homework. "What if I was to beg you, on
my hands and knees, just to let me touch you?"

Quinn smiled and diverted her eyes back to her book.

"Begging doesn't do anything for me, sorry."

Sunday night, however, was very different. It was

after midnight when Rachel was woken by Quinn
straddling her lap and pinning her arms by her head.
The blonde's mouth went straight to her earlobe,
running her tongue over the curves and suckling it in
her mouth. Rachel felt the warm breath against her
ear and her skin rippled in chill bumps. Quinn ran her
tongue up the column of her neck and pinched the
earlobe between her teeth.

"You like that don't you?" Rachel moaned and

nodded. Quinn shifted her bites and licks down her
neck again, halting at the collarbone. "You've missed
this haven't you?"

Rachel tried to free her hands but Quinn applied more

pressure. "Fuck yes. So much." She bucked her hips
in need.
"How wet are you?" The brunette whimpered in
response. She was soaked already. "That's a shame.
It's going to be difficult to get back to sleep."

Rachel laid there frozen in shock as Quinn rolled off

of her and the bed, heading straight for the door.
"You're a fucking tease!"

Hesitating slightly, Quinn glanced over her shoulder

seductively. "Language."

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

"You know I heard you last night." A sultry voice

whispered in Rachel's ear and she felt their warm
breath on her neck. Quinn's antics had left her overly
sensitive to such things. The brunette tried to ignore
the comment and continued shifting her books in her
locker. "I heard you pleasuring yourself, the ragged
breathing, the gasps of pleasure, and, oh god, the
moaning."

Rachel slammed her lack shut. "I wouldn't have to do

that if my girlfriend would just give it up every now and
then."

Quinn placed her index finger to her chin and looked

to the ceiling pensively. "You know, I remember Puck
used a line like that on me before…it didn't get him
anywhere either. I'm surprised he didn't warn you
about that during you 'guy talk'." "Morning, Q…Berry."
"What do you want Santana?" Rachel snapped. She
didn't even care that at any second the Latina could
kick her ass.

Santana narrowed her eyes. "I'm gonna let that

slide…once, and chalk it up to either you two are
fighting, or you just aren't getting any." Rachel rolled
her eyes and stormed off very diva-like. "Q, you need
to give the girl her release. How long are you going to
keep this up? She's about to have a Berry-size
meltdown."

"She's almost to her limit. When she's there, she will

be rewarded."

"You are a sick puppy. You know that? Anyway, I've

got it. You want it today?"

Quinn shook her head. "No. I'll get it from you

tomorrow. Can you bring it to school, put it in my car,
and thanks again." She gave the Latina a quick kiss
on the cheek.

"Anything for you, Sicko." Santana smacked Quinn's

ass before turning to leave.

"Keep your hands off my girlfriends butt." Rachel

demanded causing the Latina to turn back around.

"Back so soon, Berry?"

"…I forgot my book…Anyway, watch you hands."

Santana took a step closer and narrowed her eyes,

daring the diva. "Or what?"

Without hesitation Rachel stepped closer to the

towering brunette. "Want to find out?"

"Okay! Hold it right there, you two." Quinn squeezed

herself between the heated brunette's facing Rachel.
"Let's just calm down and breath." Suddenly Quinn
felt a warm hand on her ass under her uniform and
looked down. Thankfully it was Rachel's.

The diva grabbed it roughly. "Mine." Quinn's eyes flew

open at the dominance Rachel was displaying.

Santana smirked. "You know what, Berry…it was

mine first." Rachel lunged at the startled Latina but
Quinn caught her first, keeping her from committing a
sort of involuntary suicide. "Q, get a hold of you girl.
And please, for the love of God, let her fuck you
soon."

"Thank you Santana. You can go now." Quinn gave

her a bit of an apologetic glance before returning her
attention to the fuming diva. "Will you calm down?"

"What the fuck was that?" The use of the word threw
Quinn backwards in shock. "What was…she…and
you…" Rachel threw her hands up and walked away,
stopping after only two steps. She turned back,
quickly taking the blonde's hand and forcefully
escorting her from the building and all the prying
eyes.

"Where are we going?"

"Shut up."

Quinn stopped and yanked her hand from Rachel's.

"Excuse me?"

The brunette turned around with a look that made her

wish she had never stopped walking. Rachel grabbed
her hand again and pulled her further away from the
school into the parking lot. She opened the back door
of Quinn's car.

"Get in."

"Rachel,"

"Get in!" She pressed the blonde down onto the seat
and forcefully crushed their lips together. She bit
down on her bottom lip until Quinn whimpered and
released it, moving to her neck.

"What are you doing?" Quinn tried to grasp Rachel's

hands as they fought to pried the blonde's legs apart,
but it was useless. Rachel was too determined.
"I figured it out. You've been pushing me and pushing
me. Waiting for me to break." She bit down on Quinn's
pulse spot. She latched her in the cheerleader's
spanks and sat up, pulling them off the blonde roughly
before throwing herself back down on the combative
girl. "I asked myself why. I figured, there has to be a
reason you are wanting me to break." She caught the
blonde's wrists and pulled them above her head.

Rachel looked down onto the panting girl beneath her.

Her face was flushed and her chest was heaving. She
studied the hazel eyes for their true desire. "I know
what you want. And you're right…it's not begging."
Rachel slipped Quinn's slim wrists into one hand and
lowered the other to Quinn's center, finding it already
drenched with her juices. "You wanted me to break so
I would just take you. Am I right?" She watched Quinn
bit her bottom lip while she slid her fingers through the
wetness. "Tell me I'm right. Tell me you like it when
I'm dominant."

Their eyes locked and Rachel stilled her fingers at the

blonde's entrance. Quinn released her bottom lip.

"I do."

Rachel thrust two fingers in and settled on a rapid

pace, slamming into the blonde roughly. "You want it
rough. You want it dirty. Don't you?"
Quinn was rocking her hips in tandem with the thrust,
nodding her head. "Yes."

"You don't always want to make love. Sometimes you

just want to be fucked."

"Fuck yes!" Quinn was moaning loud enough that

anyone walking past the car would have heard.

"Are you getting close?" Quinn nodded her head,

biting her lip again. "Good!" Rachel pulled out.

"What?" Quinn whimpered at the loss of contact.

Rachel searched the floor of the and handed Quinn

her spanks before cleaning her fingers with a napkin
she found. "You have been teasing me for a week. If
you think I am just going to forget that, you are sadly
mistaken."

"Rachel!"

"Quinn!"

"Don't' mock me!"

"Don't tease me!"

Quinn finally sat up to put her spanks back on. "Are

you seriously going to leave me like this?"
"You left me like that last night!" The diva retorted
harshly.

"In the comfort of your own house. Fuck! Your own

bed…I know, language…This is just cruel."

Rachel sat back in the seat and watched Quinn

straighten her uniform. "…why did you kiss her?"

Quinn stopped moving and looked to her girlfriend

questioningly. "What? Is that why you're so pissed?
Because I kissed Santana on the cheek?"

"I'm not pissed! I'm hurt!" Everything about Quinn

softened. She reached for Rachel's hand but she
pulled it away.

"Rachel…it wasn't anything like that. She did me a

favor and that was a thank you. Baby, I would never
do anything like that to you." Rachel started out the
window but was actually watching Quinn in it's
reflection. She saw Quinn drop her head into her
hands and her heart sank.

"What was the favor?" Rachel's tone was hushed and

no longer angry. She couldn't be upset with Quinn.
The blonde was upset enough with herself. She
hadn't ever intended on hurting Rachel.

Quinn cuddled up to her as she continued to look out

the window. "She was helping me with a surprise for
you. I was going to give it to you tomorrow." Rachel
suddenly felt sick with guilt. "I never meant for you to
feel hurt. I never want to cause you that again after…"

"I know that." Rachel leaned her head back against

Quinn's. "I know that. I just…I don't know, Santana is
a good friend…a great friend. I trust both of you. But
for some reason when I saw you two today, it all just
hit me differently."

"It's called jealousy. I get it when I see Finn look at

you the way he does." She kissed the back of
Rachel's neck as the school bell rang. "I don't want to
go to class."

The brunette let out a long sigh. "I really don't want to
either."

"Stay here then?" Quinn asked in a small voice,

squeezing her arms around Rachel tighter. "Make
love to me."

"Now that sounds like a much better idea. That, I can

do."

~/~/~/~/~

It was only as students began filing out of the

buildings for lunch that Quinn and Rachel emerged
from the backseat of the car, any hurt or
misunderstanding left inside. They had considered
just going home for the rest of the day but figured
Joshua and Michael would be more forgiving of a few
missed classes than an entire day. And there was
also Glee Club.

"Hey, I'm going to see if I can borrow some note so

we aren't too far behind." Quinn informed Rachel,
studying her face for emotion. "Are you going to be
okay?"

Rachel pulled the blonde closer by the hand to cup

her cheek and kissed her with an open, passionate
mouth. "I'm fine. And stop beating yourself up.
Besides, Mr. Schuester asked to speak to me. I
should probably find him."

"Okay. I'll meet you in the choir room."

The diva had never realized how foreign of a feeling

the empty choir room had acquired. Compared to the
bustling atmosphere of the cafeteria, the room
seemed abandoned and neglected. Things, of course,
were different when the glee kids where there. Then it
felt like home. Now, it just seemed to remind Rachel
of how alone she truly was when she spent all of her
lunches at the piano.

"Hey, Rachel. I'm glad you showed up." Mr. Schuester

greeted as he entered the room from his office. "I was
hoping to talk to you before rehearsal today." He
motioned for her to take a seat as he sat down as
well.

"You don't normally request my presence without the

topic of conversation being of the utmost importance.
I thought it best if we spoke sooner than later."

"Right. Yes." He ran his hands nervously over his

jeans as he physically pondered how he should
continue. "I want to talk about Finn." The teacher
didn't need to say anymore. Rachel had been doing
her best to capture a performance spark with the
fumbling boy during their duets, but Finn's attempts
were lacking. Between the awkwardness on stage
with Rachel and Puck's insistence of singing the
poorly chosen 'She Has A Girlfriend Now' for their
own duet, Rachel was amazed the quarterback had
not simply quit the club altogether.

"I'm not sure what you are wanting me to do about

that, Mr. Schuester. I have made every attempt to
maintain a professional attitude throughout this
awkward transition, but there is nothing I can do about
his immaturity."

"I know." He ran his hand through his curly hair in

frustration. "I don't really know what it is I hope you
can do other than try to talk to him again. This year is
our last shot and I would hate for it to end over
something trivial."

"Trivial?"
"Perhaps that's not the word I should use." He
recanted reading the anger on Rachel's face. "I
understand real emotions are involved, but speaking
from experience, high school relationships aren't
necessarily meant to last. People change so much,
Rachel. Now, I'm not say that what you and Quinn
have isn't something special, or that Finn doesn't
really care for you…I'm just saying there are a lot of
things to consider…a lot of other people to consider."

"I understand that in some ways the whole team is

attached to this relationship, but that is not your
problem. Your problem is your lead male vocalist's
inability to get over himself. I think your time and mine
would have been better spent if you had had this
conversation with him!" Rachel stood up and began
walking out of the room, only stopping when the
teacher spoke again.

"I've tried Rachel. He's not listening to me. That's why

I wanted you to try just one more time to talk to him."

"Fine, but in my own time. We still have two months

before Sectionals. He has plenty of time to get over
this on his own, but if the opportunity presents itself…I
will try one more time."

"Thank you."

She ignored him and left the room, nearly slamming

into Quinn. "What's wrong?" She could see the anger
plastered on her girlfriend's face. "What did he want?"

Rachel closed her eyes as the frustration with the

situation boiled over. Why was everyone seeming
against this relationship all of a sudden? Finn always
had been. Quinn second guessed her influence. And
now Mr. Schuester was pretty mush saying it wont
last. Was there something there she wasn't seeing? "I
really don't want to talk about it." She opened her
eyes to see Quinn's head bobbing slightly in
acceptance but her eyes pleading for an explanation.
"Maybe later, okay. Right now it would just turn into
screaming and you don't deserve that."

"I appreciate your thoughtfulness." Quinn tried to

lighten Rachel's mood with a light smile. The brunette
threw herself into Quinn's arms, just wanting to be
held. This was something special. It felt too right not
to be. It was as if she could stay in Quinn's arms
every day for the rest of her life and be perfectly
happy. Nothing could touch her.

"Did you get the notes?" Rachel asked as she pushed

the blonde backwards to rest against the lockers,
never moving from her place in the warm arms. She
felt the vibrations in Quinn's chest as she laughed,
leaning into the metal wall for support.

"I did. Thankfully there weren't too many." She ran her
hands up and down Rachel's back trying to comfort
her as best she could without knowing what it was
that upset her. The diva melted further against her. "I
love you, Rachel." There was no play in her words.
No reason to say them other than to say them, to
express the sincerity in them.

Rachel sniffed.

Quinn panicked, not being able to see her girlfriend's

face as her head was tucked under the blonde's chin.
"Why are you crying, Baby?" She squeezed her arms
around the brunette, eager for a response.

"I don't know."

"You don't know? Does it have anything to do with

what Mr. Schue said?"

"Kinda. I just really love you and what we have. I don't

know how it all happened but it seems too good to be
true…to good to last."

"Rachel, I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with

me remember? You're dads are even signing papers
to make a legal obligation."

Rachel finally pulled away and wiped her eyes. "What

about after? What about when you turn eighteen and
we go off to different colleges?" Maybe Mr. Schuester
what right. This was high school. There were a lot of
things left to experience, a real life to lead, growing up
to do. Could Quinn really see herself sticking around
Rachel Berry through all of that?

"Baby, I don't have any set school or career goals. If I

get an academic scholarship I can go anywhere for
college, even to New York with you."

"But why? I mean, why would you want to shape your

whole life around a relationship based in high school?
People change…what if I change and I'm not the
person you want anymore?" Rachel wasn't' sure she
believed that would eve happen but wanted to know
what Quinn thought about the concept.

Quinn lightly placed her hands on each side of

Rachel's face to calm her rambling and smiled. "High
school relationships don't work out because most
teenagers don't know who they are until they are out
in the world to make choices for themselves. Rachel
Berry, you have known who you are since you were
born. You are the most genuine person I know. I
value that above all else. I see you for who you are
and I love you. I love the rambles as much as I love
your drunken bluntness. I love your overly optimistic,
beaming smile. I even love your diva tantrums and
storm offs. They're incredibly cure."

"So, you can honestly see us working?" Quinn

nodded. "Like, even in the future's future, the far
future? Would you marry me?"
Quinn arched an eyebrow. "Did you just propose?"

"What?" Suddenly Rachel was aware of what she had

just said and slapped her palm to her forehead. "I
didn't mean…I didn't mean it like that. I meant could
you see yourself married to me. To be with me
everyday?"

Quinn nodded her head. "Face it, I already am. But

yes, I could see myself being married to you…with
one condition."

"What would that be?" Rachel asked nervously.

"You would so have to take my last name, because

'Quinn Berry' sounds far too much like cranberry, and
I'm not going to walk through life feeling like a fruit
drink or something. Rachel Fabray, now that is a
name to see in lights."

"It does have a nice ring to it."

Quinn pulled her into a kiss. "Yes, it does."

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

It was 5:15 and they were suppose to be studying the

notes they had missed. Instead, they were studying
the taste of each other's tongues which they already
had memorized, when there was a knock on the door.
"Girl, down stairs. Now."

Rachel giggled as Quinn kissed her neck. "Busted."

"Are they going to ground us for skipping?" Quinn

asked as she climbed off the bed and moved to fix her
hair in the mirror.

"I honestly don't know." The brunette wrapped her

arms around the cheerleader's waist from behind.
"Partially, because they have never had to deal with
this issue before. And partially because what good
would come from forbidding me to leave a house that
you are also confined to."

"Good point." Quinn turned and delivered a quick kiss

to the diva's lips, pulling herself away before she lost
herself in them. "Are they going to call me a bad
influence?"

Rachel shrugged as she opened the door. "Don't

know, but it shouldn't effect you. You know you are."

"That is true." She playfully grabbed at Rachel's butt

as the came down the stairs, stopping only as they
entered the living room.

Michael was sitting on the loveseat, seemingly

oblivious to the 'seriousness' of the situation, while
Joshua stood, ushering the girls to the couch, straight
faced. "As you know, I got a call from your school
today, informing that you missed several classes."
Each girl did their best to hide their smiles at Joshua's
attempts at being a disciplinarian. The man was far
too soft for that. Michael was more intimidating but
only if he could bring himself to be upset about
something. "So, are you going to tell us where you
were?"

Rachel fought the urge to actually answer the

question honestly to see how red the man would turn
but Michael commented first. "Do you even have to
ask? Look at the grins on their faces!"

Quinn made a play to cover her mouth with her hand

by propping her elbow on the armrest while Rachel
grinned without restraint. Joshua flustered and
sighed. "You two know this is unacceptable." They
nodded and waited for him to continue…he faltered.
"Michael," the shorter man motion for his husband to
continue.

"Right. So, it wouldn't make mush since to ground

you…so we are going to give you some extra chores
around the house." Quinn's smile deepened under her
hand. These two were such pushovers.

"That sounds reasonable." Rachel commented as she

stood to leave.

"Sit down, Rachel." Joshua ordered, pausing before

he continued. "We want this to be an open and honest
family. We don't want you to feel like you have to hide
anything from us. But in order for that to happen,
there needs to be mutual respect. We respect your
relationship and all which it entails. But don't abuse
our lenience with that on other things. Quinn, your
custody papers still aren't' final. If your father changes
his mind he could use anything to halt the process.
This truancy included.

"Our rules are simple." Michael addressed both girls.

"Go to school, get good grades, and be happy….and
don't get arrested for anything." Joshua shot him a
glare but he shouldered it away. "You give us those
four things and this house will function smoothly with
an abundance of respect and trust. Can you two
agree to those rules?" They both nodded feeling a
little guilty. The men weren't asking for much. "Good."

Joshua echoed. "Good."

"Now, all seriousness aside…Do you two have no

modesty? Obviously since you didn't miss the whole
day you were still on campus." Joshua threw his arms
in the air and quickly exited the room. "Open and
honest, Joshua. Your words, not mine." Michael
called after his husband before turning to Quinn. "So
she finally broke, huh?"

"Daddy!" Rachel creamed, aghast.

"Oh, please. The sexual frustration poured off of you

every time you walked into a room. I'm surprised you
lasted as long as you did."

Quinn kicked her feet up onto the couch, completely

content watching her girlfriend flail in her
embarrassment. "I almost thought she was going to
outlast my will power." She admitted to the playful
man.

He nodded his head. "Yeah, but it is easier when you

are in control….but, Rachel, at school?"

Rachel stood to storm off but Quinn caught her

around the waist and pulled her down onto her lap.
"Where are you going?"

The brunette struggled in Quinn's grasp. "Away from

you."

"Had your fill, Kiddo?" Michael teased.

Quinn wiggled her eyebrows. "Several classes worth."

The brunette finally gave up her struggle and settled
into the blonde's arms. She loved her family, it's
openness and even the embarrassment that came
along with it. "I do have one question for you though."
Quinn pressed. "What are you going to do when that
time of the month comes?"

Rachel huffed. "I'll die."

Michael rested his chin on he hand. "Ah, young love…
know no bounds but menstruation."

~/~/~/~

It was 5:45 am. "I've decided something. Well, more

of just admitted something to myself." Quinn
confessed as she laid in bed. Rachel's back was
pressed to Quinn's as the blonde played with the
diva's fingers, tracing them with her own.

"And what would that be?"

"You, my sweet, sweet, girlfriend, have made me

pathetic. Now, before you get pissed, it's not like you
are thinking. I'm talking about the fact that I no longer
make fun of you for setting your alarm for 6am so you
can do your workout routine, because I reset your
alarm it for 5:45 so we can cuddle before you do."

"That is rather pathetic, yet incredibly cute." And

perfect. Rachel loved going to sleep every single night
because she had Quinn's arm around her. The
warmth of her body pressed against her. Her breath
on her neck. Her heart beat echoing through her.
Quinn's touch, whether a cuddle, a hug, or a hand
hold, always had the same effect on her, serenity.
The world could be falling apart around her and with a
single touch her attention would be seized by the
blonde. And how each touch made her feel?...all the
cliche sayings were undeniably appropriate. She felt
light headed, lost her breath, knees went weak,
butterflies in her stomach. All of it.

"I haven't heard you complain though." The

cheerleader commented kissing the back of her neck.

"And you never will."

Quinn smiled and nuzzled deeper into the rich brown

tresses, inhaling their soft scent. She couldn't resist
touching the girl. Every ounce of her being screamed
for contact when Rachel was around and once she
had it, she only wanted more. When she held the
brunette in her arms she squeezed her tight, wishing
she could just sink into her skin so she would never
have to let go. So many emotions flowed through her
with each connection that her senses were so
overwhelmed they simply stopped working and she
was free.

"So...you have had some time to calm down now...will

you tell me what it was Mr. Schue wanted that upset
you yesterday?"

Rachel sighed and leaned further back into Quinn.

"He wants me to talk to Finn again. He informed me
that he has tried and failed and hopes that I can
somehow appeal to him."

Quinn laughed into Rachel's hair and would have

rolled her eyes if they weren't still shut with sleep.
"The only way you will appeal to him is to stop dating
me and start dating him."

"And that will most definitely not be happening."

"Good to know. But what else is there? I doubt you

got that upset over him asking you to talk. Talking
comes far too naturally to you for you to be put off by
that request. So," She squeezed the smaller girl in her
arms for encouragement. "What was it?"

Rachel debated with herself whether to say anything

or not. "It was just a comment he made that rubbed
me the wrong way." Quinn squeezed her again and
grunted, obviously not pleased with the answer. "He
implied that our relationship is...transient." The blonde
didn't respond but Rachel felt her muscles tense in
anger. "I do believe he is simply displacing his
unresolved emotions with his wife...ex-wife."

"Is that why you were freaking out yesterday, asking

me if I thought we would last? Do you think this is just
a temporary relationship?"

Rachel rolled her eyes and herself so she could face

the blonde. "I do believe that is one of the stupidest
questions I have ever heard come out of your mouth. I
was freaking out at the possibility that perhaps you
thought it was. Now that we are clear on the topic, I
have no doubts this is a lasting relationship."
It was 6am and the alarm went off again. "So when
are you going to talk to him? Or are you not? I know
the last time you tried, it didn't go down so well,
though I don't know what was actually said...and I'm
not asking. You said you didn't want to talk about it
and that's cool. I was simply stating facts."

"Can you always predict what I am going to say?"

Quinn smiled and sprawled across the now vacant

bed as Rachel left to begin her routine. "Yes. Not that
you are overly predictable...slightly, yes. But you are
getting better. I've just spent so much time around you
now, that I have a good read on you. You still haven't
answered my question though."

"I don't know. If I feel it would be effective for me to

talk with him, I will. If not, then he still has a while to
catch up with the rest of the school and accept that
we are dating and that is that...So, you can read me,
huh?" Rachel asked as she pulled her hair back into a
pony tale, watching her girlfriend trying to get
comfortable on her bed.

"That is what I do. I read people. Therefore, I read

you."

The brunette worried her bottom lip between her teeth

and diverted her eyes to the wall above the bed.
"So...what am I thinking right now?"
The blonde smiled deviously. "You are considering
deviating from your normal morning ritual. You are
anticipating a work out...just not on your elliptical."
Rachel's smile grew until she could no longer hold her
lip between her teeth and she returned to the bed,
straddling Quinn's waist. "I have no objections to this
deviations and only one concern..." Quinn ran her
hands up Rachel's thigh to her hips, massaging the
skin through her shorts.

"And what is that?" Rachel asked, pulling her shirt

over her head and releasing the hair she had just
restrained.

Quinn quickly flipped their positions so Rachel was

lying on the bed, Quinn hovering over her, settled
between her legs. "My concern is that you can't be
quiet enough and your dads will hear us breaking
their rule of no sex while they are home." She took the
brunette lips in a passionate open mouth kiss before
trailing her attention down her neck, her hands
working at the girl's shorts.

Rachel laced her fingers in the blonde hair and

followed as Quinn's kisses moved lower to her breast.
"Fuck." She whispered as the blonde swirled her
tongue around her nipple before closing her perfect
lips around it, sucking it into her mouth. "I'll be
quiet...just don't stop." Her fingers left the blonde hair
for her own as the cheerleader moved lower down.
Quinn laughed into the brunette's mound. "We'll see
about that." She ran a broad tongue over the sensitive
nub and Rachel clasped her hand over her mouth to
hold back her moan. Furiously, the blonde swirled her
tongue, seemingly wanting the diva to lose her control
and shatter their discretion. Rachel's hips bucked and
she bit down hard on her fingers but that wasn't
enough to keep the guttural grunts from escaping
from the back of her throat as Quinn moaned into her.
Each vibration sent shivers up her spine.

"Son of a bitch, that's so good." Rachel still kept a

hand clamped to her mouth as she began rocking her
hips as Quinn thrust two fingers deep inside, keeping
time with her tongue. The blonde twisted and turned
her fingers as she pulsed them in and out and sucked
hard on the brunette's clit. Nothing but incoherent
gargles of profanity escaped her girlfriend's lips. She
flicked her tongue and the brunette's body jerked.
"Holy Fuck!"

Quinn couldn't help but pull away and laugh.

"Yeah...they so didn't hear that."

"Sorry." Rachel panted and she continued to rock into

each thrust. "I just love your mouth."

Quinn kissed the inside of her thigh. "Only my

mouth?" She returned her praised mouth to it's
bidding, teasing the brunette more than ever and she
felt the muscle's in Rachel's legs begin to quiver.
Rachel panted as her chest heaved. "I am pretty fond
of...hmmm...your fingers...right now, too." Quinn
smiled to herself and blew a light, hot breath over the
swollen bud of nerves. "Damn it. Oh, shit!...I hate that
you know exactly what does that, but ...God, I fucking
love it too." The blonde blew on it again, retracting her
fingers to moisten the nub and began the teasing
breaths again. "Fuck, I'm getting close."

Quinn repositioned herself, braced on her left hand

and both knees, reattaching her mouth and entering a
third finger. She quickened her pace with each
movement, thrusting as fast as her burning arm would
allow her, feeling the heated walls tighten with each
pump. Rachel's breath caught and her muscles
tensed until the vicious wave of ecstasy ripped trough
her whole body, her screams muffled by the pillow
she held to her mouth. The blonde withdrew her
fingers to lightly massage her clit as each wave of her
orgasm crashed into her.

"Not a bad cardio workout...or a bad way to start your

day, if I say so myself."

Rachel only smiled and nodded as she fought to

catch her breath. "Breakfast with my dads should be
interesting though..."

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~
Quinn entered the kitchen first as Rachel took a quick
shower. The blonde greeted the men with her typical
"Morning" and a permanent smile on her face. She
tried to hide it but it only deepened with Michael failed
to hide his as he chewed his breakfast.

"Good morning, you mean. Or at least from what we

have heard."

Quinn rested her elbow on the table and guided her

fingers across her forehead. "Yeah, sorry." Joshua set
a plate of food down in front of her, never saying a
word while trying to maintain a disappointed front.
However, he was failing miserably at hiding his
amusement. He chewed on his lips to occupy them
from slipping into a smile.

Michael passed her the milk. "Is she functioning yet?"

Quinn nodded. "She's in the shower."

"I'm surprised you're not in there with her."

The girl's smile deepened. "I figured we had already

pushed our luck."

Joshua cleared his throat as he joined the two at the

table. "Whatever happened to our rule of no...intimacy
while we were home?"

"Honestly?" That word had become a double edge

sword in the Berry household. Honest was always
wanted but rarely without some form of regret. He
nodded. "I was kind of going for the 'what they don't
know wont hurt them' theory," Michael chuckled to
himself with the obvious failure of their attempts of
keeping the two men ignorant. "But there was also a
part of me remembering you only listed 4 rules in our
last family meeting. I thought maybe there had been
an adjustment."

"I did leave that one out, didn't I?" Michael asked
raising his shoulders and shrinking his head indicating
his error, technically freeing the girls from their guilt.
Quinn nodded her head exploiting the man's mistake
before turning to Joshua for his verdict.

He opened his mouth to speak. "Good morning,

Dad...Daddy...Baby." Rachel beamed, giving each
man a kiss on the cheek and pulled Quinn's head
back to kiss her deeply. Shocked and uncertain, the
blonde turned her attention back to an equally
uncertain Joshua.

After a moment of disbelieving staring he cleared his

throat and diverted his eyes back to his plate. "I think
if you can promise to exercise a little bit more
discretion, we could overlook this incident. And
Rachel?..." The brunette looked to her father with
wide, innocent eyes. "I don't even want to know where
you got that mouth from."
She bit her lips between her teeth and Quinn laughed
lightly to herself. "You have no place to laugh from
what I remember, Miss Thing. From what I heard, she
may have picked it up from you." Quinn blushed at the
reminder of Michael coming home early and catching
her in her moment of passion.

This time, it was Rachel who laughed to herself. "Is it

just me, or are these awkward discussions becoming
so routine that they are no longer as awkward?"

Michael and Quinn nodded their head in agreement

leaving Joshua on his own. "Well, I still find it
awkward to hear my daughter having sex up stairs
while I cook breakfast for her and her girlfriend."

"Yes...I never said it wasn't awkward. I simply implied

it was less awkward. And you just proved my point by
finally being able to say I was having sex not 'being
intimate'." Rachel's point was logical. Quinn agreed
more and more with her as every time the word 'sex'
was said. She found herself much less embarrassed
and much more turned on.

"She has a point there, Joshua. Then again, this all

proves that we are very cool parents for being okay
with our daughter having sex in our house with her
girlfriend. So, don't ever forget that." Rachel smiled
and shook her head. "Never."

"But you do realize this would be an entirely different

conversation if it was a boyfriend we were talking
about?" Joshua reminded.

"Good thing I have no chance of getting you

pregnant." Quinn winked.

"Yep, because then you wouldn't be getting any." The

brunette leaned over and kissed her girlfriend on her
lips quickly.

"Like you could keep your hands off of me. If I

remember correctly, you were willing to beg on your
hands and knees just to touch my butt." Rachel
feigned being offended, Michael laughed, and Joshua
sighed into his plate.

"It's your own fault. You're just too irresistible. But

anyway...change of topic. I am slightly more
interested in my surprise you said I would be getting
today."

The two men turned to Quinn in interest. She tried to

hide her unease. "That wont be until this afternoon...I
have to get it from Santana. You will just have to
show a little restraint. Thankfully, I know you have
some."

"Some." Michael echoed.

The diva pushed further. "Can you at least give me a

hint as to what it might be?"
Quinn stopped chewing and looked hard into the
brunette's chocolate eyes. "...no..."

"Not even the teeny tiniest little hint?"

The cheerleader tried to widen her eyes in the

seriousness of her answer without indicating it to the
men. "...No." Rachel was oblivious and pouted her lip.

"Rachel, Sweetheart, it appears to be something

inappropriate to discuss in your present company."
Michael offered Quinn his help.

Rachel instantly closed her mouth and dropped her

head after seeing the blonde shut her eyes to the
embarrassment. "...Thank you...Michael..."

~/~/~/~/~/~

The girls exited the house and found their appropriate

places in Quinn's car. The blonde put the key to the
ignition but the diva halted her hand. "So..." Rachel
was never good at letting things go, a self admitted
weakness. Things just always bugged her unless she
felt like she knew enough about them. That's why she
seemed to throw herself into everything head first,
googleing, researching, and presenting for the utmost
understanding.

"Rachel, are you serious? Can you not just wait until
this afternoon?" Rachel retracted her hand, placing it
heavily in her lap and pouted, she was going to get
her way one way or another. "Oh, don't even give me
that. I have a surprise for you and you are going to be
in a pissy mood all day because of it? That is
ridiculous. I may not give it to you at all then."

"Maybe I just feel like I am being teased because you

wont give me a hint. I thought we agreed we would no
longer tease each other."

Quinn rolled her eyes and pulled away from the

house. "Baby, that's not going to work this time, sorry.
First off, what Michael said should be considered a
hint. Just because you can't figure out what it is from
that, doesn't mean otherwise. Secondly, we agreed
no sexual teasing. That only means I wont get you
worked up and leave you if I can help it. We never
said anything about normal teasing. It keeps our
relationship lively." She stated with a bounce in her
voice. "And thirdly...and kinda goes with number one
and two...I can't tell you what it is until after school
because then it would be sexual teasing."

The blonde could see out of the corner of her eyes

that Rachel had actually gotten what she wanted,
confirmation. "So it is something sexual in nature."

Quinn rolled her eyes and shook her head for not
seeing that coming. "Yes."
"So, it is a thing...sexual in nature...but Santana
helped you with it?...That actual scares me more than
anything." Being worded like that, Quinn thought it
would scare anyone. "It's not a threesome is it?"
Quinn took an extra long stop at the stop sign to stare
at the brunette. "It was just a question..."

"Rachel, you can guess and beg and pout all you
want, but I will not tell you or give it to you until after
school."

Rachel wiggled her eyebrows. "Give it to me?"

"I can always have Santana give it to you." Quinn

warned playfully. "I am more than certain that she
would present it to you an a very memorable manner."

The diva was suddenly hesitant."Is this something she

would make fun of me for?"

"Probably. Then again, she would make fun of anyone

for anything." Quinn reminded her as she pulled into
the school parking lot. "So, a threesome?" Rachel bit
her lips between her teeth. "Does the idea of a
threesome interest you?" Quinn had that look on her
face that left Rachel unable to read her emotions. She
had no idea what direction she should take to avoid
upsetting the blonde.

"I...I..."
"It's a yes or no answer, Rachel."

"I...am...not answering until you tell me what my

surprise is." Deflection! Quinn shut the car off and
prepared to exit when Rachel grabbed her wrist. The
brunette pulled her closer and kissed her lips before
moving to suckle her earlobe. "What if I can motivate
you?" The breath was warm against Quinn's ear and
caused the blonde to unconsciously lick her lips.
Rachel held the blonde's wrist tight with one hand and
slid the other up the cheerleader's thigh and between
the flaps of her uniform.

Quinn swallowed hard. "I thought there was no more

teasing?" Her voice was hushed and raw, sticking to
the back of her throat as she struggled to maintain a
regular breathing pattern. The only thing better than
touching Rachel was when Rachel touched her.

Rachel cupped the blonde's mound and squeezed

gently. "There is nothing teasing about this. This..."
She squeezed again, running her fingers back and
forth over the sensitive area. "Is a promise. All you
have to do is tell me what it is." Rachel watched as
Quinn closed her eyes and rested her head back
against the seat, falling further into her trap.

"I can't." She whispered with no conviction to her

voice.

The diva shift the fabric of the cheerleader's spanks

and dipped a finger into the rapidly dampening folds.
"You can."

Quinn's breath caught and her eyes snapped open.

"No. If I do...you'll want to miss class and we just
promised your dads that we wouldn't. And now that
you know that...if you don't stop what you are
doing...this will be teasing."

Rachel weighed her options. "So you want me to stop

this?" She asked dipping the tip of her finger into the
girl.

"No...Not really. But I don't even have it. So knowing

what it is and not being able to do anything about it
would only be torture for you." Quinn continued. "And
if you seriously don't stop then we will miss class and
I am really, really not wanting to piss your dads off."

Rachel withdrew her finger but continued massaging

the blonde through the red fabric. "They wont get
pissed."

"What about my dad?"

Rachel's hand stopped and removed itself. The fear of

being the cause of losing Quinn was too much. She
couldn't bare to think of that monster of a man ripping
the girl out of her life. Especially not because she
couldn't control her need to know everything. "I'm
sorry."
Quinn sighed and laughed at the same time, trying to
regain her composure. "Don't apologize. If the
circumstances were different...say, the papers were
final, then I would love to play along with this game.
Until them, you are just going to have to be strong. I
promise it is worth the wait."

"Do I get it before or after glee?"

The cheerleader pursed her lips. "I actually forgot

about that today...so it would have to be after."

Rachel replaced her hand on the blonde's thigh and

rubbed her thumb in light circles. "Can we skip that
today?"

Quinn nodded while she halted the small hand on her

leg. She was already too worked up for this to
continue any longer without be absolutely torturous.
"That is up to you. Though, it would be best if we
did...and, no, I am not telling you why."

Quinn's phone beeped.

"New text?"

"From Santana..." Quinn looked out the car window

and found the Latina propped up against her SUV
waiting for the two to emerge. "She said to tell you...
'Eww. Gross. Go wash your hands'."
Rachel rolled down the window of the car. "Jealous
much?" She yelled to the Latina and sucked her finger
into her mouth. Santana lost her edge and covered
her mouth as she laughed aloud in the bustling
parking lot.

Quinn dropped her head to the steering wheel and

sighed in amusement. "You two are far too much
alike. It is hilarious yet incredibly frightening. But I
warn you now, don't piss her off. Or else you may not
get your surprise today."

Rachel coward and the thought, rolling up the car

window quickly in retreat, and fighting the urge to ask
if it was a threesome again.

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

Honestly, Rachel didn't know what was worse:

Knowing what the surprise was and not being able to
do anything about it or not knowing what it was and
having the wonder distracted her in all of her classes.
She feared that maybe she was thinking too much
into this. It could be something as simple as some
lingerie Quinn bought that Santana helped pick out
and kept at her place so Rachel didn't stumble across
it before today. But once she thought about that, her
day dreams turned from what the surprise could be to
images of Quinn in sexy clothing. That didn't help with
her test in Spanish either.
"Everything okay?...Rachel?"

Rachel turned from her locker to see Finn standing at

her side. She was too lost in her thoughts to respond
appropriately. "I'm sorry. What?"

He gazed around them quickly and furrowed his brow

at her. "I asked if everything was okay. You've been
standing there not moving for, like, ten minutes. Are
you and Quinn fighting, or something?"

She wanted to roll her eyes and yell at him but his
concern seemed genuine. She needed to fix their
friendship as much as she could, not make it worse.
"No, we aren't fighting. And I am very well. Thank you
for your concern. I was simply lost in thought and
fantasy."

He nodded his head slowly and slid his hands into his
pockets, delaying his departure. "So... it's been a
while since we have talked. Like, really talked. Like
we use to. You know, just hanging out."

"As friends?"

He inhaled deeply and held it for a second before

releasing it. "Yeah...kinda. Pretty much at all, not just
friends. I was thinking that maybe you and I could go
grab a bit to eat one day this weekend. Or maybe
catch a movie."
"As friends?" She asked again.

He stared at her for a long moment trying to read her

expression and allow her to read his. She saw that he
wanted to say no but was too afraid of her rejection to
say otherwise. "Sure. As friends. I just miss you,
Rach. I miss talking to you and listening to you talk
about other stuff that I can never seem to follow."

His joke fell flat and only reminded her of why she fell
out of love with him in the first place. "Perhaps I could
work out something when Quinn is otherwise
engaged. A friendly gathering would be acceptable as
long as we are both in agreement that it is only a
friendly meeting. Have no false illusions, Finn."

He nodded his head and smiled slightly. "Friends. I

got it. So...Saturday? I can pick you up and we can go
to a movie...maybe grab a bite to eat afterwards?"

"Not as a date?" He shook his head. Her gut told her

he was trying for more but her heart hoped he was
simply trying for a friendship. "Alright then. I will see
you Saturday."

"Great. I can't wait." He nearly bounced down the hall

and Rachel was already beginning to regret her
decision. If nothing else it could provide her with an
opportunity to talk with him for Mr. Schuester.
"So you think Q will be alright with you going on a
date with your ex-boyfriend?"

Rachel guided her attention behind her to Santana

who already had her narrowed eyes beating down on
her. "It's not a date. I have made that abundantly clear
to him. We are simply going out as friends."

"You don't actually believe that do you, Berry?"

The diva sighed. "In my mind we are going out as

friends. I understand he is probably only agreeing to
the terms hoping it will lead to more. However, I
assure you, it will not. I'm with Quinn...I'm gay. Those
two things don't mix with trying to have a relationship
with Finn Hudson."

"Yeah, that is why he is going to spend the whole date

trying to convince you that you are neither gay nor in
love with Q." She shifted her weight in an odd
manner, resting her back to the lockers and phasing
out the rest of the hallway. "Rachel, this is a bad
idea."

The diva was taken aback by the use of her name.

"...why?" She obviously knew why but Santana must
have more to say then Rachel believed, otherwise
she wouldn't have used her name to grab her full
attention.

"He's wounded. Still hurt. You know it is a date.

Maybe not in your eyes, but it is in his. You are
playing him, even if that isn't your intention. He has it
set in his mind this is a date, so if you go on this date
you are encouraging him to pursue you."

"But I said we would-"

Santana raised her hand. "I know what you said. I

know what he agreed to. But that's not going to
happen. You will go on this date and he will try and hit
on you. If you turn him down he will only get pissed
and all of this will start up all over again." She was
right and Rachel knew it, but she was still hoping that
she could convince him differently. She missed Finn
as a friend. Santana and Brittany were great but they
started out as Quinn's friends. Of course Finn had
been the blonde's boyfriend first, but he was more
Rachel's friend than the other two.

"It's not a date. As long as I continue to make that

clear then he should stick to the boundaries. I just
want to smooth things over between us all. Mr.
Schuester wants me too as well. If Finn doesn't stop
bringing down the Glee Club we have no chance at
winning Sectionals."

Santana shook her head. "You know what, whatever.

I told you what I think and I've said my piece. Now you
have to decide. But I am warning you," She lifted
herself from the lockers and pointed a finger in
Rachel's face. "If this backfires in someway and Q
ends up hurt...I will make it my personal mission to
ensure that the rest of your high school life ends up
worse than it started out."

Rachel swallowed her concerns. "I am planing on

discussing this with Quinn and I am sure she will
understand what I am hoping to accomplish with this
friendly meeting. I have no intention of allowing Finn
to do anything that would cause Quinn to get hurt."
The diva found a sudden pocket of conviction and
straightened her posture, pointing her finger in
Santana's face. "And you of all people should know
that."

The Latina took a step closer forcing Rachel to retract

her finger. "I know you care about her and that you
don't want anything to happen to her. I'm simply
letting you know what will happen if it does."

"Your warning is duly noted. As long as you

understand that I am trying to fix things, not make
them worse. This is for me, for her, for Mr. Schuester,
for glee...for everyone. It needs to be done."

"Then do it." Santana retorted and walked away.

Rachel headed in the other direction to find Quinn.
Both girls equally frustrated with the other. Maybe the
were too much alike.

Rachel knew the risks but believed that this was the
ideal time to talk to Finn. Doubt only resurfaced when
she saw Quinn. The blonde was sitting at a table in
the library studying. Rachel felt a wave on anxiety that
maybe Quinn would be hurt by the very thought of
Rachel hanging out with Finn. The cheerleader had
already admitted that the quarterback made her
jealous when he was around Rachel.

"Has Santana talked to you in say...the last ten

minutes?"

Quinn raised her head slowly to the cautiously

approaching brunette. "Nooo...should I be concerned
that she wont give me your surprise?" That had never
actually crossed Rachel's mind.

"I-I'm not sure, but that wasn't why I asked. We had a

disagreement on the best action to take with a
certain...scenario I have found myself in."

Quinn never removed her eyes as she shut her book.

"And what exactly would that be?"

"Finn wants to hang out with me this weekend. He

suggested a movie and maybe something to eat...as
friends. I have clarified that fact multiple times. And
while I know he is hoping the...event will lead to more,
I have no intentions of allowing it to. Santana thinks
because of what Finn wants, I shouldn't agree to
our...meeting. I believe that this will be the best
opportunity to either show Finn we are better off as
friends, or once more assure him that I have no
interest in him as anything more than a friend.
Santana thinks that because he believes this is more,
then I am leading him on and will only upset him
further...yeah."

"So you want to go so you can talk and restore a

friendship. Santana says you shouldn't because it
may piss him off more. Right?" Rachel nodded. "I
think you are both right. You should try but it may end
up pissing him off more. It's just part of the risks. You
are both right but one of you will be proven wrong...if
that makes any sense. You are either going to
convince him to be your friend again or he will hate us
even more. "

Rachel took a seat. "So you think I should go?"

"Yes."

"What about...I thought you didn't like it when we were

around each other."

"I don't...I think you should go, but that doesn't mean I
want you to." Quinn sighed. "I trust you to fix your
issues. I don't trust him to listen to them and behave
accordingly." That made sense but Rachel needed to
be sure.

"Santana is afraid you'll get hurt, and I don't want that

to happen. If this is something you aren't wanting me
to do then I wont do it. I'll just wait for Finn to get over
it himself."

Quinn shook her head and smiled at Rachel. "You

going isn't going to hurt me. The only way I see
myself getting hurt is if you were to decide you
wanted to be with him instead of me." Rachel opened
her mouth but was cut off. "I know. It wont happen. I'm
just saying that is the only thing that would give
Santana the right to be mad at you if I ended up hurt
in some way. So go and try and fix things. It would be
nice not to have him giving me the death stare every
time I see him. And I!...will see if I can convince
Santana to relinquish your surprise."

...yep. Definitely not a threesome.

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

Rachel marked today on her calendar as the longest

day in history...so far at least. It had been mentally
draining as well. Between Quinn, Finn, Santana, and
her lack of concentration in crucial classes, Rachel
was exhausted. Until, that is, she was returning her
books to her locker at the end of the day and
everything went black as a hand covered her eyes.
She knew the touch. It was Quinn.

"Do I get my surprise now?"

There was no response. Rachel felt the other hand on

her hip, thumb sliding up the bottom of her shirt.
When the brunette instinctively reached for the it, the
hand lift up and caught her wrist first, pressing it to the
lockers in front of her and after a few seconds of silent
command returned to her hip. Her nerves and senses
scattered as she felt the warm touch of skin inch its
way up her shirt until she felt the full size of the hand
on her tensed stomach. She pleaded that the halls
were empty when the determined hand turned and
began lowering below the waistband of her skirt and
underwear, fingers gliding through the dark curls
underneath.

"...Quinn?..." This was risky. Rachel loved the rush

but feared the consequences if they were caught in
the act. There was no response. Only a hot breath on
her neck followed closely by a hot, wet kiss to her
neck as the fingers on the roaming hand traced over
her lower lips. "Fuck, Baby...you've got to stop.
Anyone could walk down the halls."

"I have your surprise in the car." Quinn's voice was

low and sultry as she removed her hands from the
brunette slowly. "Do you want a hint?"

Rachel took a few deep breaths to regain her

composure before she turned to her girlfriend. "You
decide to give me a hint now...when you are about to
just give it to me?"

The blonde shrugged her shoulders. "I told you that

you would get it this afternoon. I never said right after
school..." She was teasing her now. But Rachel let it
slide.

"Okay then, what is my hint?"

Quinn stepped forward, pressing the diva into the

lockers and caught her in a heated open mouth kiss
that Rachel moaned into uncontrolably. Their tongues
wrestled and massaged one another until the girls
broke for air. "It came from your magazine." Quinn
confessed as she walked away, calling with her eyes
for the diva to follow quickly.

Her magazine...the one she got from Brittany?...It

took only three seconds to pass before Rachel
scurried down the hallway in quick pursuit of the
cheerleader.

~/~/~/~/~

"So...are you glad you didn't have to suffer through

school all day knowing what you had waiting for you
when you got home?" Quinn asked as she set the
package on the foot of the bed and pulled Rachel on
top of her as she laid down. The diva attacked her lips
with eagerness, bracing herself with her hands on
each side of the cheerleader's chest as Quinn's hands
fisted in her dark hair.

"Heh...yeah." She moved her eager mouth to the

delicious neck that was willingly exposed for her. "I
wouldn't have lasted. But I thought..." Rachel nipped
Quinn's pulse spot and felt a fresh wave of arousal
wash over her when the blonde gasped and moaned
at the sensation. "I thought that you didn't want a
strap on."

Quinn pulled her back into a passionate kiss before

rolling them over and straddling Rachel's waist. She
took a moment to take in the view of the panting diva
below her, the small, tanned hands running up and
down her thighs, before discarding the top of her
Cheerio's uniform and bra. She leaned down slowly,
staring seductively into her girlfriends eyes before
teasingly kissing her, sucking her bottom lip into her
mouth. She teased the plump lip with her tongue,
running it back and forth before she grasped the
diva's mouth again and thrust her tongue inside.

"I didn't. But you liked the idea so much, I figured

what the hell. Maybe if I help you with this fantasy,
then maybe you would be willing to do one of mine."
The blonde grabbed the bottom of Rachel's shirt and
with the diva's help, added it to hers on the bedroom
floor. Rachel's hands ran up the cheerleader's legs
again, pulling at her spanks but Quinn ignored her
gestures. Instead she ran her thumbs lightly over
Rachel's bottom lip, trailing them down her jaw and
neck before squeezing her breast through the
material of her bra. Rachel quickly removed the
offending garment and returned her hands to the
cheerleader's remaining clothes.
This time Quinn allowed the diva to roll her back onto
her back so she could wiggle her skirt and spanks
down her legs. "What fantasies do you have?" Rachel
asked kissing a trail from the cheerleader's leg up to
her breast and took the pink bud into her mouth.
Quinn through her head back and moaned
approvingly.

"We will worry about those later. Let's just focus on

this one first." The blonde reached for the box to
indicate she was ready and Rachel needed no more
encouragement. She grabbed the box and planted
one last passionate kiss to the blonde's mouth before
escaping to her bathroom.

"So you picked this out and had it shipped to

Santana?" Rachel asked from the closed bathroom
door.

"When would I have had the time? You are always

around me, Babe." Quinn reminded her as she threw
the comforter and sheets off of the bed. "I gave
Santana the magazine and told her what one to get."
She heard the brunette laugh deviously and froze.
"...why?"

"Oh...no reason. Did you by chance tell her anything

like color or size?"

Quinn felt that twist in her stomach, a twist of anxiety.

"No...you can choose the size?" She heard another
muffled laugh trough the door and Rachel finally
emerged. "What the hell! That thing is huge!"

"Looks like you have that surprise to thank Santana

for as well. Is she going to get a kiss on the cheek for
that one too?" Rachel teased.

"She's going to get my foot up her ass...that is...I don't

know, Rachel."

The diva approached cautiously and lift the

cheerleader's chin, pulling her attention away from her
new toy and kissed her lips. "We can take it slow. She
was thoughtful enough to order some lube at least.
And she got it in the school colors. Red with white and
black accent colors."

Quinn rolled her eyes and laughed away her nerves.

"Okay. But I am still going to kick her ass."

Rachel kissed her again. "I can't wait to see that." She
teased as she pushed the blonde back down on the
bed. Quinn had mixed sensations going on in her as
Rachel's warm lips worked over her throat causing
her skin to burn with desire while the cold hard strap
on glided over her stomach. She closed her eyes and
just focused on Rachel's touch, dragging her hands
over the smaller girl's shoulders and back, losing
herself in the softness.
Rachel lowered a hand and ran her fingers through
Quinn's slit, spreading the wetness pooling here and
teased the sensitive bundle of nerves. "I love how you
feel." Rachel confessed as she dipped two fingers into
Quinn, pushing deeper with each pulse. The blonde
arched into each touch, moaning as Rachel's mouth
latched onto her erect nipple.

"Fuck, I love the way you feel inside me."

Rachel smiled and returned her mouth to Quinn's. "I

think you're going to love how this feels too." The diva
stated as she sat up and took the massive dildo in her
small hand and pressed it against the blonde's clit,
eliciting a moan of release. "Are you ready?"

Quinn opened her eyes and studied Rachel's face

and the eagerness and excitement in her smile but
the concern in her eyes. She nodded. Rachel beamed
and palmed some of the lube Santana was thoughtful
enough to order and stroked her new member until it
glistened. She then leaned down one more time,
placing a gentle kiss on Quinn's lips.

"If you change your mind or it's too much, just say so."
Quinn nodded again. Rachel positioned herself on her
knees between the blonde's legs and glided the tip of
the strap on through the wetness, stopping at her
entrance. Gently she pressed inwards, stretching the
girl until Quinn inhaled sharply and tensed. Rachel
stopped all of her movements except for a comforting
hand running on the inside of the blonde's leg. "It's
okay. Just let me know."

Quinn let out her breath slowly as she adjusted to the

girth inside of her. It was so much bigger than
Rachel's dainty fingers. Once she adjusted Rachel
shift her weight and leaned forward, over her
girlfriend, as she pushed a little deeper. Her chocolate
eyes watched every muscle of Quinn's face trying to
predict when to stop. The blonde's brow furrowed a bit
more than usual and she stopped, pulling back before
pushing in again. This time she saw the cheerleader's
mouth twitch in a smile.

Rachel walked her hands up the sides of Quinn's

body and pressed the rest of the dildo's length into
her. The blonde gasped at the fullness of the
sensation and Rachel's warm body as it pressed
against hers. "Quinn?…" She opened her eyes to
meet Rachel's and smiled, causing Rachel to grin
away her concerns. "I honestly can't believe you took
the whole thing…" The diva confessed.

Quinn laughed lightly and kissed Rachel's lips

longingly, pulling her into the tender lips further. "Well,
now that I have…what are you going to do with it?"
Rachel needed no more encouragement and pulled
her hips back until just the tip remained inside and
pulsed its length in slowly. She marveled at the
strength of the moan that escaped Quinn's throat and
the gasp of need when she pulled back again. The
volume only increased as Rachel quickened her pace,
thrusting faster and harder into the blonde.

"Oh, fuck, baby." Quinn gripped Rachel's sides with

her knees and hands, wanting to feel more.

"So you like this, huh?" The diva accented the last
word with a quick and rough thrust and Quinn's nails
dug into her back.

"Fuck!…Shit, yes. Mmm…It's so fucking good, Baby."

Rachel could feel herself slowing. Her stomach

burned from the efforts of keeping with the fast pace
she set and fought to maintain. Her body was already
covered in a light sweat. Her breath was only pants
and gasps for air. And her arms quivered from holding
her weight. She silently deliberated on adding sit ups
and light weights to her morning exercise routine.

"I've got to move." She warned, withdrawing and

pushing herself off the blonde. She smirked when
Quinn whimpered in protest. "Come here." Rachel
beckoned, pulling Quinn off the bed by the hips. She
positioned the blonde standing, bent over the side of
the bed with her ass in the air and re-entered her.
"Shit. This position works better for the insert." Each
thrust slowly began bringing Rachel up to her climax.

"Uh, huh." Quinn whimpered. "Fucking does for me

too." She pressed her hips back into each of Rachel's
thrusts. Rachel took a moment and halted her own
thrusts and allowed Quinn to slam backwards into
her, fucking herself. The slapping sound of wet skin
reverberated off of the bedroom walls and windows
and raised the desire in the brunette and blonde.
"Fuck yeah."

Rachel gripped Quinn's hips, pounding into her with

force unlike any she thought she had, eliciting
animalistic guttural moans from the blonde with every
blow. "I forgot you said you liked it rough." She moved
one hand up to the cheerleader's shoulder for more
leverage and slammed roughly into her until Quinn's
arms were useless in holding her up and she buried
her face into the mattress.

"Fuck, Baby. You are so tight. You've got a good grip

on this thing." The force of each thrust and the pull as
she withdrew caused the harness to work back and
forth over her clit and she bit her bottom lip trying to
hold back her own orgasm. Rachel moved the hand
on Quinn's shoulder and fisted the blonde hair, pulling
Quinn up from the bed. "Is this rough enough for
you?" She asked slapping the blonde's ass with her
other hand as she continued pounding into her.

Quinn fought to reply in coherent thoughts. "Yes!

Fuck!…Mmmm…Fuck me…Umm, make me come."
Rachel dug her finger's into Quinn's hip as she fought
with her burning muscles to gain just a little more
speed, losing all sense of rhythm. "Ohmygod,
ohmygod, ohmygod…Rachel, Baby…I'm coming…
Fuck! Ah!"

Quinn's screams of ecstasy pushed Rachel over the

edge and into her own orgasm. "Oh, fuck!…That's so
good." She rolled her hips, slowing with each rock
against her quivering girlfriend.

Quinn laughed lightly as Rachel pulled out and

collapsed onto the bed next to her. The cheerleader
crawled over to her, peppering her shoulder and neck
with kisses before finding a comfortable place to rest
her head on the diva's chest. "I think…you should
borrow that magazine from Brittany again. I would like
to look at it once more."

"I'm positive they have a website." Rachel commented

running her fingers through the sweaty blonde locks.

"Well, when I can walk again, we can check it out."

Quinn wasn't really sure she would be able to walk
tomorrow, let alone later tonight. She didn't know what
she was going to do about diner. "So, did you like
your surprise?" The blonde didn't even need to look to
know how big of a grin the brunette had on her face.
"Maybe I could use it on you one night."

Quinn felt Rachel tense. "I…I don't know…"

"You don't know?" Quinn lifted herself on her elbows

to look at Rachel. "What do you mean you don't
know?"

The diva impersonated a fish, opening and closing

her mouth quickly but never saying a word. Quinn
arched her eyebrow demanding an answer. "I don't
think I could have handled this thing." She grabbed
the strap on in her hand and looked it over. "That has
got to be more than two inches thick. I think maybe
you having a baby has allowed you to stretch farther."

Quinn rolled her eyes playfully and rolled over.

"Whatever." Rachel moved to cuddle up behind her
but the erect shaft was incontinently in the way. She
quickly loosened the harness and kicked it down her
legs and off the bed, wrapping her naked body to
Quinn's.

"Maybe, maybe we could just get a smaller one. Or!

Maybe you'll find something else on their website you
would deem more appropriate for your fantasies."
There was no response from the blonde so Rachel
lightly bit her shoulder.

"Maybe…"

Rachel kissed the irritated skin where she had bitten

the blonde in appreciation of a response. "So, what
are your fantasies?"

Quinn once again turned to face her and Rachel

instantly knew she wasn't going to like what she had
to say. Her eyes narrowed but still seemed to smile
while her mouth was taut with seriousness. "I'll tell you
my fantasies after you tell me if the idea of a
threesome interests you…You know, the same
question you tried to avoid earlier."

"That's not fair."

"It's perfectly fair. What wouldn't be fair is if I withheld

sex until you did tell me."

Rachel's eyes widened in horror. "You would not!"

Quinn shrugged her shoulders and rested on her

back. "I might. Do you really want to find out?"

"No. Most definitely not. I am not in denial that you

have much more will power when it comes to not
having sex, which, by the way, concerns me a little. Is
there a particular reason why you are lacking in desire
to be intimate with me?"

"Oh, please! Just because I can control myself doesn't

mean I don't want you. My entire upbringing
conditioned me to never show what it was I actually
wanted." Rachel knew that but sometimes had to be
reminded of it. Quinn's life was so very much different
from her own. "Trust me. I love being intimate with
you. But you are avoiding my question again."

Damn it. Rachel thought she had gotten out of it

again. "I wouldn't be completely opposed to the idea."
She confessed. "But I think it would all depend on the
timing. It could prove very awkward to have a third
member during an emotionally intimate trisk."

"So, if you were in the mood just to fuck, you wouldn't

mind a threesome?"

"…yes. If it was simply for physical gratification, I

would see no harm in the addition of a third party."
She hesitated. "What about you?"

"I might consider it. But I'm not sure if I would like to
share you. Seeing you pleasure someone else would
not do well for my jealousy. I just don't want someone
realizing how good you are and then trying to take
you away from me."

Rachel tried to hide her proud smile. "I could very well
have the same problem. But what if, like…they did
me. And it wasn't me doing them?"

Quinn worried her bottom lip between her teeth. "I

think I could handle that. I do love seeing you get off."
Rachel blushed at the confession.

"So…you really think I'm that good? That someone

would try and take me from you?" Quinn nodded and
wrapped her arms around Rachel's as the brunette
kissed the back of her neck. "That is good to know
and yet hard to believe. Especially since you are only
my second. And I really don't know if Finn counts. All I
did was lay there for five minutes."

"Babe, I so don't need to hear this…especially with

you two 'hanging out' this weekend."

Rachel buried her head against Quinn's back. "Sorry.

Are you sure you are aright with me seeing him this
weekend?"

Quinn pulled one of Rachel's hands up and kissed it

lovingly. "It needs to be done. I just hope he behaves
himself and gets over himself at the same time. But I
do have one condition."

"What is that?"

"I want you to tell me what happens…I don't like being

left out in the dark. More so when these things involve
me. I understand you don't want to tell me what he
said during that one argument and that's fine. But I
want to know about this one…okay?"

Rachel squeezed the blonde tighter. She knew it

bothered Quinn that she didn't tell her how Finn and
made her so upset, but she was only trying to protect
her. "…okay."

"Alright, then I don't mind."

~/~/~/~/~/~
"Santana Lopez!"

The brunette Cheerio turned around and her already

furrowed brow raised and she smirked. "I didn't know
if you would make it to school today. Glad to see you
can still walk." Every ounce of anger Quinn had
bottled for the smack down disappeared. Santana
could kick her ass and she knew it. There was no
point in even pretending otherwise.

"What the hell? What…why…I don't even know what

to say other than what the hell?"

Santana held her sides as she laughed

uncontrollably. "Tell me, tell me you didn't enjoy it
though. Sometimes, some people like a little pain with
their pleasure. Are you one of those people, Q? You
strike me as the type."

Quinn rolled her eyes unable to do much of anything

else as people gawked at the hysterical Cheerio in
front of her. "Move along people. Nothing to
see….Get!" The blonde slapped her hand over the
Latina's mouth in attempts to muffle the laughter. "Will
you shut up already." Santana shook her head under
her hand and continued her out burst. Quinn's
patience was wearing thin and she was feeling much
less intimidated by her friend now. She suddenly
pushed the Latina up against the lockers and glared
coldly at her. It didn't take Santana very long to realize
she was pushing the line. Quinn may not get physical
and punch her, but the blonde would most definitely
get even in a manner which would probably hurt
Santana more, so she decided not to push for the old
Quinn Fabray to resurface.

"I'm sorry."

"Did Santana Lopez just apologize? It couldn't be."

Quinn teased as the Latina rolled her eyes. "But
seriously, what the hell?"

"B has one similar and loves it so I thought I would

help get you two out of your shell. Are you
complaining? " She bit back her smile as Quinn shook
her head. "Okay then. You're welcome. At least I
bought you the lube."

"Whatever. But I need to talk to you…in a bit more of

a private location."

Santana rolled her eyes again and motioned for the

blonde to follow her into an empty classroom. "What's
up?"

Quinn took a seat next to her friend and hesitated.

"Have…have you ever had a threesome?"

The question obviously took Santana by surprise and

her eyes widened. "You two are talking about having
a threesome?"
"In passing. Rachel said she wouldn't be opposed but
I'm not completely sold on the idea. That's why I'm
asking you about it."

Santana studied the blonde carefully. "You are more

curious than interested. I wouldn't recommend it for
you, or at least not in this point of your relationship.
You both get far too jealous and sharing isn't for
everyone. Besides, you two are still kinda new in your
relationship…and your sexuality, to be honest. What
brought this up, by the way?"

Quinn relaxed against the back of her chair. "When

Rachel was trying to figure out what her surprise was,
knowing you were helping me, she asked if it was a
threesome."

"Who would have known Berry was a sex perv? She

kinda struck me as the uptight prude." Quinn laughed.
That had always been her take on the diva as well.
Then again, the brunette did confess that girls want
sex just as much as guys do. "So she thought that I
would be joining you for the evening? Even after she
tried to commit suicide by attacking me for slapping
your ass?"

The blonde rolled her eyes and huffed a laugh. "I

know, right."

"Like I said though, just wait. Get your relationship

under control and work out all of your jealousy issues
and then revisit the idea of a threesome. Speaking of
jealousy issues…Do you know about her plans for
this weekend and why aren't you upset if you do?"

Quinn in haled deeply and let it out through her nose.

"I do know about them. I think she needs to take the
opportunity to kick him in the ass and get him
traveling down the road of acceptance. What I don't
get is why are you so against it?"

The Latina crossed her arms and reclined, diverting

her eyes. "I know Finn. He's impulsive. He does
stupid shit when he is hurt. I'm just afraid he is going
to blow a gasket and, I don't know…like tell your dad."
Quinn furrowed her brow. Why would he do that?
"You know Finn sees him all the time. He works at a
restaurant your dad has his business dinners at."
Quinn did not know that and her eyes widened in
surprise and fear. She could totally see Finn opening
his mouth and ruining everything she had going for
her only to come begging for forgiveness afterwards.

"Does Rachel know?"

Santana shrugged her shoulder but shook her head

as well. "Probably not. That's why I said she should
just let it be for a while. I don't want to see you, you
know...get hurt. I know we haven't always been
'friends' but this year has been really…nice." Quinn
could almost see the pain the Latina's attempts of
expression were causing her but fought to hold back
her laughter. This was serious.

"I have enjoyed it to. It's nice to have real friends who
have your back. Not too much of the typical high
school drama." Santana nodded. "I appreciate
everything you have done for me already this year. I
am the happiest I think I have ever been and it
wouldn't have happened if you hadn't pushed me to
realize who I really am."

"Oh, don't go getting all mushy on me, Fabray."

Santana interrupted and stood, making sure to keep
her back to the blonde. Quinn did notice the slight
sniff but chose to not press the already stretched
Latina. "Get your ass up. It's time for class. Oh…and if
you do decide to do a threesome…call me."

"No biting…"

The Latina scoffed. "That's half the fun."

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

Rachel's phone buzzed in class.

-When you see Finn this weekend. Don't talk about us

or him getting over it. xQ

She read the text over and over trying to figure out
what had changed.
- …why not? I thought that was the point of hanging
out with him. xR

- San says he sees my dad all the time and might say
something to him. xQ

"No fucking way." Rachel said out loud and quickly

ducked her head as students turned to look at her.
She could feel her cheeks going read and wished
everyone to turn their attention back to the front of the
room.

"Ms. Berry?" Rachel closed her eyes and silently

cursed herself before raising her face to meet her
teacher's. "Is there something wrong?" Mr. Carson
slowly approached pointing to the phone she still held
in her hand. "Is there something more important than
what I am teaching?"

Rachel bit back her impulsive answer and pushed the

phone into her pocket.

"Actually, I am very interested in knowing what it was

that you felt the whole class should be aware of with
your outburst." She wasn't going to answer. "No?
Then maybe you will feel more up to explaining to
Principal Figgins. I'm sure you know where his office
is."

"Are you serious?" The question fell out of her mouth

before she could stop it and the retreating teacher
turned back around.

"Very. I do not take kindly to my classes being

disrupted not only by the use of prohibited cell phones
but also by the use of profanity. Now, go."

Rachel sat for a second in her shock before gathering

her things and exiting the class. First thing she did as
soon as the door shut was pull out her phone.

- I am being sent to Figgins' office because of you. xR

- …what? xQ

- Yeah. Because of you and your message. xR

Rachel hesitated at the doors to Figgins' office and

waited to see what Quinn had to say, any words of
encouragement.

- I'll make it up to you this weekend… xQ

The diva raised her eyebrows. Good enough for her.

Quinn was waiting for Rachel to text her back to find

out what Figgins had said and why exactly she was
sent to his office in the first place. Normally if
someone was caught texting they were just told to put
it away. She couldn't understand what in the world
Rachel Berry could have done to grant her a trip to
the Principal's office. I mean, she routinely went there
under her own free will, rarely under orders.

"Quinn Fabray." Her teacher called her name, She

raised her head cautiously. "I have a note here that
you are to report to Ms. Pillsbury's office, now." She
furrowed her brow. What the hell did Rachel do?

The cheerleader approached the office and saw

Rachel already in a seat across from the fidgeting
woman's desk. Once the redhead was done
straightening the pens on her desk she noticed Quinn
approach and waved her inside. "Please, take a seat."

Quinn looked to Rachel with uncertain eyes and was

only greeted with a shrug of the diva's shoulders.
"What did you do?" The blonde whispered.

"You rubbed off on me. Apparently when the class is

silent and writing notes, it is not the ideal time to
swear out loud."

Quinn pulled her head back. "You don't swear."

"Like I said… you are rubbing off on me." Rachel

turned her attention to the observing guidance
councilor. "Ms. Pillsbury, is this meeting really
necessary?"

"Uh…well. Actually, Rachel, due to some of the…the

new, um, developments in your, in both of your home
lives, this…talk…seems very well timed. Don't you
think? I mean, things must be a little awkward for two
individuals such as yourself, former enemies and
polar opposites on the perpetually torturous popularity
scale, to find yourselves living with each other…
sharing a house…close quarters?"

Neither girl responded. Quinn kept her eyes to the

guidance councilor but cocked her head towards
Rachel. "What exactly did you tell Figgins?" Ms.
Pillsbury's eyes shifted between the girls and she
nervously swallowed whatever else she was going to
say.

"I told him my reaction to a very important message

was understandable with our current and rather
sensitive situation. He asked me to elaborate and I
told him that my fathers are in the process of
acquiring custody and that your message was news
that could very well jeopardize the well being and
happiness of one of his students."

"So, you trying to get out of Figgins' office got us both

in here?" Rachel pursed her lips together. "Scratch
the last text I sent you about this weekend." Rachel
opened her mouth to protest but she was cut off by
Ms. Pillsbury.

"Well, Quinn. This is set up for both of you to be able

to talk about things and your situation… However, I
am most interested in y-you. Last year, because of
last year and what had happened with your family,…
your parents." Quinn stared at her in silence, unsure
of what she was actually suppose to say. "I guess, if
you would like to talk, we could discuss how this all
happened…why you ended up with the
Berry's...Rachel."

Quinn just continued to stare expressionless, unable

to tare her eyes away from the woman who was
beginning to second guess herself. Finally, Quinn
managed to point her finger to Rachel. "I'm dating
her."

This time it was Ms. Pillsbury sat silently trying to

figure out what she was suppose to say. "Uh…okay."
Rachel winced in the awkwardness. "I see…so,
okay…yeah." The room fell painfully silent.

"Ms. Pillsbury?" Rachel's voice almost seemed like a

yell in the quiet office. "I don't mean to be offensive
but I think we are handling this well on our own."

"Of course, I am just here to help. Doing so, however,

is…easier to do if I can, if you can…If there is a
problem later and I am needed, it would be easier if I
were to have, like, background information on the…
situation. You see? Like this out burst in class. If I was
to know what it was about I could have kept you our
of Figgins', Principal Figgins' office and out of
potential trouble. Wouldn't you rather be here talking
instead of his office? Some would…a few."
Rachel propped her elbow on the armrest and ran her
fingers through her hair, glancing to Quinn for her
decision. "My…my mother was unable to cope with
the discovery of my sexuality and kicked me out…
again. Rachel's dads took me in. They have been
wonderful. After a run in with my father at lunch, they
began the paper work to acquire custody. It should be
final any day now, but we are worried because, well…
my dad doesn't know I'm dating Rachel." She turned
to the brunette to continue.

"Finn is not happy with me for breaking up with him to

date his ex-girlfriend, understandably." Ms. Pillsbury
nodded her head in obvious agreement with the
statement. "However, he is in the position to inform
Mr. Fabray if he truly wished to see Quinn and I torn
apart."

"Do…do you think Finn would do something like that?

I mean, he cares for you both. Doesn't he want to see
you two happy?" Ms. Pillsbury looked to both girls but
Quinn's eyes fell to the floor. She didn't know. She
and Finn had only talked maybe once all year and
that conversation ended with him denting a locker
with his fist.

"He…is…less concerned with Quinn's happiness. And

I do fear that he would, perhaps, impulsively tell Mr.
Fabray and think that it was his chance to reconnect
with me."
"Has he said something to make you believe this? I
mean, Finn is a good guy. Well natured. I find it
difficult to believe that he would intentionally do
something to jeopardize what you two…have…
found."

"He has said some things…but I don't know if they still

stand. I am meeting with him tomorrow and I can get
an accurate gage on his emotional stability in
reference to our relationship." The woman opened her
mouth to press on but Rachel interrupted her. "I really
don't feel like repeating the things he said if they are
no longer an accurate expression of his feelings. That
is our background information." She stood up and
waited for the councilor to excuse them back to class.
She did.

"Right, well, if there is ever anything you two, or either

of you two want to talk about…I'm here. That's my job,
what I'm paid for."

Both girls nodded their head and left the office but
Quinn quickly returned. "Ms. Pillsbury, if…if my dad
does back out on the custody swap…is there a way
for me to fight his appeal?"

"You mean, if he takes you home, is there anything

you, yourself, can do to leave?" Quinn nodded. "That
depends on many things. One of which is if he is a
risk to your well being, physically. Of which, if I were
to be informed of, I would be required by law to report
it immediately." She warned as Quinn opened her
mouth, causing her to shut it again. That was battle
she only wanted to fight if she had to. "With cases like
that you could find yourself living with a relative or
perhaps foster care…the judge may allow adoption in
such an event, but it is all up for interpretation. Until
then, he is your father and has legal rights."

"Thank you." Quinn nodded and left to catch up to

Rachel, grabbing her hand as they walked. "What
exactly did you say in class to get you sent to Figgins'
office?"

Rachel shied away. "I would rather not repeat the

vulgarity that escaped my mouth in a moment of pure
shock. But I surely wasn't expecting all of this. I am
truly sorry."

"It's not your fault really. Just bad timing. So, what do
you want to do about Finn?"

The diva shrugged. "I'm going to go and just act like a

friend. If he tries something, I'll tell him I'm not
interested. Honestly, I'll try to avoid the topic until the
papers are final."

"And once they are?"

Rachel smiled. "Once I don't have to worry about your

dad finding out about us, I plan on taking you out to a
movie and Finn can sit at home by himself and sulk."
They laughed and Rachel pulled the cheerleader into
the bathroom.

"What are you doing?"

Rachel pressed her against the wall and kissed her

passionately, smiling into the kiss as she swallowed
Quinn's moans. The blonde ran her fingers into the
dark tresses and pulled her deeper into the kiss,
panting and gasping for breaths during quick breaks
between kisses. Rachel droped her lips to the
cheerleader's neck and Quinn looked to the door,
reached over and locked it, hoping no one is already
inside.

"Best part about being kicked out of class…" Rachel

commented as she trailed her hands up the back of
Quinn's thigh to her ass and palming the flesh. "The
teachers aren't expecting us back." She hooked a
finger in the bottom of the cheerleader's spanks and
ran it forward until she came to a rest between
Quinn's thighs.

The blonde gasped as she felt Rachel pull the

material away from her and slid a finger into her folds.
"Have you no self-control? There could be someone
in here." Rachel and Quinn both moaned as the diva
slid two fingers into the moist heat and set a fast pace
while rubbing her thumb to Quinn's clit.
"Are you really wanting me to stop to find out?"
Rachel asked teasingly as she entered a third finger.
She had no intention of stopping for anything.

"Fuck…no…" Quinn bit down on her fingers trying to

hold in her moans. The sounds echoed and amplified
in the large, empty tile restroom. Rachel seemed to
take pride in each moan and grunt that escaped and
reverberated off the walls and began thrusting faster.
"Fuck…fuck…fuck…" Quinn was still sore from the
other night but there was enough pleasure there to
enjoy Rachel's impulses.

Rachel moved the hand she had braced against the

wall and cupped Quinn's face, pulling her into a kiss
and shoving her tongue deep into her mouth, needing
to taste her. More moans escaped the blonde's throat
and Rachel sadistically laughed into the kiss. "Are you
going to scream for the whole school to hear you?"

Quinn pulled away from the kiss, biting her bottom lip,
and shook her head. Rachel sped up slightly, feeling
Quinn nearing her edge, and returned her mouth to
that sensitive spot on her neck. "Oh, fuck…" Quinn
dug her nails into Rachel's back and bit down on her
shoulder as her muscles clamped around the diva's
fingers. The blonde began to convulse and muffled
her screams enough they came out as squeaks and
squeals until the last wave passed and she managed
breath again.
"I don't know what it is…but I just can't get enough of
you." Rachel confessed resting her forehead to
Quinn's, their panting falling in sync. "And every time I
have you…I just feel like crying. A happy cry."

"I know." Quinn's voice was barely a whisper as she

ran her hands through Rachel's hair. "I know." They
stayed there kissing and smiling at each other until
the bell rang. It was only then that Rachel pulled away
to see if the stalls were empty.

"Coast is clear." She joked. "May I escort you to

class?" The diva extended her hand for Quinn to take.

"I would love that."

~/~/~/~/~/~

It was noon on Saturday by the time Quinn returned

home from the additional Cheerio's practice Coach
Sylvester had scheduled. She figured Rachel had
already left with Finn and hoped everything was going
well. There were so many things that could go wrong
that she had spent all night awake, tormenting herself
with what ifs. What if Finn got pissed and told her
dad? What if her mom let it slip? What if someone
from school had parents that worked with her dad?
What if he was shown the video of her and Rachel
doing body shots? So much…too much. She felt
herself slide to the edge of her emotional stability and
begin to teeter.
She entered the house and went straight to her and
Rachel's bedroom but stopped at the door, looking
around at the room fearing it my be one of the last
times she would see it. She knew she was being as
overdramatic as Rachel typically was, but was not
ignorant to the fact that if her father did find out she
was dating a girl, sharing her bed, he would send her
away to one of those cultish religious schools to 'fix'
her and she would probably never return to McKinley
High School again. Quinn could handle losing her
Head Cheerleader title, and the friends until after high
school, but she couldn't stand the thought of never
seeing Rachel for two years.

Rachel Barbara Berry. How did she never see the girl
like she did now? How could she have spent so much
time talking to her, berating her, calling her names,
and never realized how much she really meant to
her? How could she have looked into those eyes and
not seen the sensitive sweetheart who oozed concern
and support? How could she have seen that smile
and not lost herself in the brunette's positive nature,
allowing it to pull her from her unhappiness? How
could she have heard that voice or that laugh and not
found herself mesmerized by it's pureness? She had
found it all now, and it was far too much to lose.

Quinn tried to drown out the negative thoughts with a

long shower and fresh change of close, but they
barely pushed them away. Now she found herself
wandering the house in search of something to
occupy her mind and time. But the house seemed
barren, lifeless without Rachel there.

Quinn poked her head into the office and found

Joshua behind the desk typing away at the computer
and she knocked.

"I thought I heard you get home. How was practice?"

He repositioned his glasses and pushed away from
the computer as she entered the room. The office was
probably the most formal room in the Berry house and
that was only due to the walls of dark wooden
bookshelves and dim lighting. But it still managed to
feel inviting with large oversized chairs that Quinn
loved to curl up in. She often found herself there
studying when Rachel was at one of her classes.

She took her seat and curled her legs up into the
chair. "It was good. The new routine is coming along
nicely. There was minimal yelling by Coach Sylvester,
and I am happy to say none of it was directed towards
me."

Joshua smiled. "I'm glad to head that." He took a

moment to study her, noting the absence of a certain
spark she always possessed. That little light of life.
"Are you alright? You seem a little off?"

Quinn's attention had been on the book shelf but now

slowly moved to the concerned man as she nodded
lightly. "Just drained, emotionally. Everything has
been building up for so long now, just waiting for it to
come to a head for either good or bad."

He nodded his head in understanding, still studying

her. "You're a good kid, you know that, right?" His
comment caught her off guard. "From that first night
that you ate dinner with us, I liked you. I knew who
you were and everything that you had done to Rachel,
but when I saw you, I liked you. You have a strength
unlike any I have seen. At the time, you may not have
known who you were or even what you wanted, but
you were able to handle a very awkward and stressful
situation with dignity, grace, and maturity. Even as
you ran to your car I had respect for you. It has only
grown since."

Quinn sat silent for a moment, processing the

massive and probably most genuine compliment she
had ever been paid. "Thank you, but I don't think I
deserve your kind words."

The man's body language shift as if he were

expecting her to say that. "Why not?"

"I've done horrible things."

"We all have. But you had the strength and courage to
apologize and have been granted forgiveness. So
why do you still feel like you don't deserve my
respect?"
She didn't know. She just didn't. So she remained
silent.

"May I ask you a question, Quinn?" She nodded

slowly, unsure of what to expect. "Do you ever cry?"
The question took her back more than anything else
he had said earlier. She cried all the time, or had
been. Lately, she didn't have much of a reason to. "I
ask because of that day we took you to lunch and met
your father. Even after all those horrible things he
said, you never cried."

"I cry." She didn't even realize she had spoken until
her voice rang back in her ears. "Just not in front of
people."

Joshua tilted his head in concern. "Why not? That is

when you should have someone there, to comfort
you."

Quinn shook her head. "I don't want people to see me

cry." She was fighting back years as she spoke.
There was so much built up that she hadn't dealt with
yet. "The crying makes me vulnerable." She stated as
she picked at the arm rest with her fingers. "It's a
weakness."

"So, if you see Rachel cry, it means she's weak."

"No." Quinn's eyes snapped to his as fast as she

answered. When Rachel cried she was hurt and
needed to be comforted. She wasn't weak, she was
wounded.

"But it does for you?" She nodded impulsively. "So

you hold it all in?…Tell me something. Do you believe
the harder you cry, the more broken you are?"

Something about the way he said it made Quinn

wonder if he had heard this all before. "Yes."

He smiled softly. "My dad use to say 'tears are fine,

crying is not'. Tear production is a natural process.
You tear when you laugh, when your eyes are dry…
when you sneeze. Sobbing was a sign you were
broken. But you know what I discovered as I grew
up?" Quinn shook her head, eager to hear what he
had to say. His father sounded a lot like hers. "I found
out my father was full of shit." She couldn't hold back
her laugh. "I have never felt more relieved and less
stressed than I did after my first big cry. It was freeing.
Not a weakness. You have years of pent up emotion
dying to get out…it needs out."

He made it sound so easy. But even as he finished

speaking, Quinn was swallowing her emotions. There
was too much pain there to be let out. She would deal
with it later…

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~
Rachel and Finn's lunch was disastrous, or it would
have been if it was a date. She let him talk about
football, the games she had gone to (even though it
was to watch Quinn), the practices, some of his
classes, and the glee assignment with Puck. All while
she sat silently, replying with minimal syllables and
fake smiles.

"So how are things with you?"

Rachel took her time chewing her last bite of food

before answering. "Everything is good. Classes as
good. Home is good. Everything is good." And quickly
filled her mouth again.

He had noticed that she was avoiding the most

obvious topic of all. "How are you and Quinn?"

She pleaded that this would remain a civil

conversation. "Quinn and I are great. Wonderful." Her
nervousness played through in her voice and he
furrowed his brow.

"Are you sure? She's not, like, being mean to you, is

she?"

"No, no, no. Not at all. I understand the two of you

haven't had an opportunity to talk," Not like he really
wanted to anyway. "But she is nothing like she use to
be." Rachel could have gushed about how wonderful
Quinn has been but she saw Finn's jam clinch.
"You know, I see her dad a lot." Rachel's breath
caught and her heart began pounding in her chest as
she searched his words and tone for any sign of a
threat.

"Do you?"

"Yeah. He is always coming to the restaurant I work

at. You know he apologized to me?" Rachel's
expression of shock was enough to urge him to
continue. "Yeah, he said that he learned I was telling
the truth when I said Quinn and I didn't have sex, that
she had cheated on me, and lied about the baby
being mine." She tried to ignore his choice of words to
emphasis. "He said he was sorry that she put me
through that kind of emotional pain."

"She is too, you know." Rachel snapped.

Finn hesitated, taking another bite of his meal. "That's

what she said." Rachel could tell he didn't really
believe her, but fought the urge to say something. If
things were already getting heated now, it was going
to be a disastrous movie as well. She needed to
change the topic.

"How are things with your mom and Burt?"

That did the trick. It kept him talking until the arrived at
the movies and gave her a topic she could honestly
and openly comment on as a concerned friend.
Despite her best attempts, he paid for both the meal
and the tickets for the movie. She insisted that she
was more than capable of handling it and that it was
inappropriate of him, a friend, to pay for everything.
He argued that it would be easier on the waiter not to
split the bill and the movie theater was so busy that it
was more convenient to buy both tickets at once. It
was logical.

The movie theater was uncharacteristically busy and

Rachel nearly got lost in the crowd. Worst part about
being short, best part about being there with Finn. He
was a head taller than everyone else there and raced
back to find her. He grabbed her hand and guided her
through the chaos and into their theater but never
tried to relinquish her hand. She had to pull it away
from his firm grip and noticed the irritation her actions
caused him.

Rachel hesitated following him up to their seats and

took a deep breath to calm herself. Just get through
the movie and go home. Simple. Watch a movie, no
talking, then go home. No more than two and half
hours and she would have completed the first step in
maintaining a friendly relationship with Finn, showing
him she is serious about being only friends. She took
her seat next to him and he draped his arm around
her chair. He wasn't touching her so she let it slide,
she liked having the armrest anyway. Give him a little
to keep him happy, but not enough to lead him on.
She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. New text.

- How is your date going? xS

"Who is it? Quinn checking up on you?" Finn asked

leaning over to see as she pulled the phone away.

"Actually, it is Santana. She's…wanting to make sure

you are behaving." He shifted his weight and retracted
his arm from her chair with the reminder that other
people actually did approve of her and Quinn's
relationship. He wasn't doing Rachel a favor by trying
to pull her back to the heterosexual world.

"Do her henchmen always check up on you?" She

heard him mumble under his breath.

"They have become friends of mine as well, you

know." She texted Santana back.

- Could be better. Could be much worse. xR

"Friends? Do you really think the care about you?"

- Tell him if he doesn't behave I'll kick his ass. He

messes with you, he messes with me. xS

Rachel showed him Santana's reply. "It appears so."

Right on a well timed cue the movie started.
It was a horrible movie but it was a distraction from
the awkward situation. The only reminders that Finn
was even there were the few times he tried to rest his
hand on her shoulder or knee, each of which she
shrugged off and ignored. His attempts became less
persistent as the movie progressed. When it ended he
guided her out of the building by the hand but willingly
released her when they emerged from the crowd.
Maybe he was starting to understand. Then again,
maybe not. He still insisted upon opening her car door
and escorting her up to her house.

"This afternoon was a good beginning of rekindling

our friendship. I hope that soon we will be able to
speak openly and honestly as we once did without the
awkwardness." He looked out across the yard and
nodded his head, not really hearing what she was
saying. "Alright then, I will see you Monday at school."
She bit her lips between her teeth when he didn't
respond and entered the house but the door caught
before it closed.

"Rachel," She opened it back up and Finn let himself

inside. "Can we talk?"

Was that not the whole point of this afternoon? "Uh,

sure." She closed the door behind him and they
walked to the living room.

He looked at her intently and stepped closer, lowering

his voice to a whisper. "I want to understand. I am
trying to understand, but I just can't see it. I know you
and how you are. You are one of the most forgiving
and caring people I have ever met so I see where you
might care for Quinn, but do you really think she can
care for you like that?"

"Finn," Rachel raised her hand to stop him but he

ignored her.

"This is Quinn Fabray we are talking about. The girl

who hurt you-"

"She's changed." She snapped and her voice rang

through the house.

"People don't change, Rachel. How can you forget all

those nights you said you cried yourself to sleep
because of her? What about all those names she
called you? Don't you remember all the pain she
caused you."

"She won't hurt me, Finn. And I think you should

leave, now." Rachel quickly moved to the front door
and opened it. He followed and closed it.

"Rachel, all she has ever done is hurt you."

She opened the door again and stood in front of it so

he couldn't shut it again. "Get out!" Joshua and
Michael emerged from different rooms to see what
was the batter but Finn's attention was pinned to the
blonde who froze on the stairs as her eyes met his.
He pointed to her and looked to Rachel.

"She doesn't love you. She's the same person she

was last year. She's a lying, cold-hearted,
manipulative, bitc-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence." Michael stepped

forward.

"Mr. Berry, you don't know Quinn like I do. She is

using-"

"I know her better." Michael corrected him. "She lives

with us. Eats with us. Talks with us. She has been
nothing but open and honest with us. She has told us
everything she has done and why. She was never
tried to hide her guilt, nor her regret. She does care
for my daughter and hast lost so much for it."

"Excuse me, Mr. Berry. But she hasn't really lost

anything." Michael's eyes widened. "She still has her
friends, her popularity. Santana threatens anyone
who tries to take it away. She still has all the attention
she could ever want."

Michael took another step closer to the tall boy. "And

what about her family? Has she not lost them?"

"She traded in an overly strict father and drunk mother

for two caring parents who let her do pretty much
anything she wants including their daughter."

The room fell silent and unmoving until Michael found

the strength to turn his back to the quarterback and
return to his husband's side instead of punching Finn
in the face. Rachel, however, had a very different
reaction. She approached Finn, slapped him across
the face, fisted his shirt, and pulled him out of the
house, closing the door behind them.

"Let me be very clear here, Finn. I honestly don't care

if Quinn is the same person she always was and turns
around tomorrow and slushies me. Take her out of
the equation. Let's just look at me and you." She
pushed him back across the yard to his car. "I was
unhappy with you. I hated every date we had because
it always ended in a fight or me feeling like I had
wasted an evening I could have spent reorganizing
my playbill collection. I will never, ever be interested
in dating you again. Period! I am willing to be your
friends and nothing more. Nothing more. If you persist
with your hurtful quest for vengeance against Quinn, I
will no longer be interested in even a friendship with
you. If you really care about me, you would want to
see me happy. And she makes me happy. Not you…
A friendship with you would make me happy. Take it
or leave it, those are your choices."

He stood there dumbfounded as Rachel stormed off

in a fashion less like the diva and more like the HBIC
attitude Quinn was known for. She flung the door
open and slammed it shut behind her, kicking it in her
frustration. She rested her head against the cool
surface calming her breath before turning around to
an empty room. She check the kitchen and the office
before running up the stairs to her bedroom where
she found her fathers kneeling in front of a
hyperventilating blonde sitting on the bed.

"Rachel," Michael called for her and cleared her a

path to Quinn. She threw her arms around the
cheerleader who collapsed into her arms sobbing.

"He's going to tell. He's going to say something,

Rachel. He's going to." The brunette instantly teared
but out of heart break for her girlfriend.

Joshua looked to Rachel. "Tell who? Tell what?"

Rachel ran her fingers through Quinn's hair and

composed herself enough to answer. "Mr. Fabray
doesn't know Quinn is…that we are dating. If he finds
out he will stop the paperwork and send her away.
Finn sees him all the time and is upset enough that
he…"

"No." Joshua shook his head and pulled at Quinn until

she sat up and looked to him. "Quinn, no. He isn't
going to do that. When I talked to you earlier I had just
gotten an email from Mark, our lawyer. Everything is
final. We were planning on telling you at dinner
tonight. You aren't going anywhere. It's okay." He
brushed her hair out of her face.

"It's official?" She voice was scratchy and no more

than a whisper.

He nodded. "You are all ours now. You don't have to

worry about anything Finn might say to your dad. I
really don't think he would anyway. He may be upset
but I don't think he really wants to do something that
drastic."

"It's official?" She asked again for verification, a slight

smile played on her lips. Both men nodded and
grinned. Quinn turned to Rachel. "It's official…you're
stuck with me."

All three of the Berry's laughed. "I hope I always will

be. So, no more worrying…that is good. Very, very
good."

"What about, what about Finn and glee?"

Rachel shrugged her shoulders and pulled the blonde

into another hug, kissing the top of her head. "Who
cares. It's Mr. Schuster's problem now. I did my part.
And there is always the hope that Finn will grow up
between now and Sectionals."

~/~/~/~/~/~

"What are your fantasies? I mean, we have lived out a

few of mine. Maybe we could work on a few of yours
now."

Quinn turned around in the shower to face the diva,

her brow already lowered. "It would be one thing if
you were asking out of genuine curiosity, but you, are
simply wanting more sex and feel this would be the
easier route to getting it."

Busted. Well, it's not like it wasn't glaringly obvious.

"I…I do. But! But I can't help you're so irresistible."
Quinn's expression of disapproval was unwavering.
Fine. Time to play dirty. Rachel stepped out of the
shower and wrapped herself in a towel.

"Where are you going?" Quinn asked in annoyance.

This was a Rachel storm off just like any other.

"To give you space." Rachel replied flatly, wringing

her hair dry with a second towel. "I'm sorry I was
wanting to be intimate."

"Rachel, that's not fair." The blonde felt a pang of

guilt. "Isn't this like emotional abuse or something?"

"So, I'm abusing you now?"

Quinn shut the water off and stepped out of the

shower. "I would just like to have a conversation with
you that didn't turn into sex." Rachel opened her
mouth to rebut but Quinn quickly pecked her lips to
cut her off. "It's not that I don't want to be with you,
Baby. Because I do. I really, really love you lovin'. I
just also like to talk with you…to cuddle…"

"Quinn…"

"Rachel…"

"I'm trying to understand what you are saying. And I

really think I get it…maybe. But I'm having a really
hard time taking this no sex thing seriously when you
are standing in front of me naked." Quinn scoffed and
snatched the towel from Rachel's hands and covered
her front with it. "Ah! See. Now I totally get it. So…I
want to take you out on a date."

All the aggravation faded from Quinn's face. "A date?"

Rachel nodded. "We have never officially been on a

date and I would like to take you on one." Bingo!
Quinn slowly allowed her smile to grow into a grin and
wrapped her arms around the brunette's neck,
causing her towel to fall to the ground. "Uh, you're
naked again." Rachel pointed out.

Quinn gently kissed her lips teasingly. "Am I?" Rachel

nodded. "Well, what should we do about that?" Quinn
trailed her index finger down Rachel's neck and
passed her collar bone to the top of the towel she was
wrapped in.
The diva feigned innocence. "Talk?…Cuddle?…"

Quinn hooked her finger in the towel and pulled it

open, allowing it to join hers on the floor. "Don't be a
smart ass. It doesn't look good on you." The blonde
placed another light kiss to her lips before cupping her
face and deepening it with the addition of her tongue.

"Language." Rachel warned running her hands up

and down the cheerleader's bare sides.

"Get dressed." Quinn pushed away from her girlfriend

and turned her attention to the mirror.

Rachel stood in shock. This wasn't suppose to

happen. "What?" Quinn ignored her question and
Rachel left the bathroom indescribably frustrated. "Are
you serious, Quinn?"

"Yes. Now hurry up."

Rachel slid on her new jean. Santana said they would

show off her ass in ways her skirts never could. "And
where are we going in such a hurry?"

"My house." Quinn called from the bathroom causing

Rachel to fumble with her button. Her house? She
thought this was her house now. "It's 3:30 and Mom
gets off work at 5, so wee need to hurry if we are
going to have time."
"Time for what?" Rachel threw on the nearest clean
shirt and returned to the bathroom, met by Quinn's
darkening hazel eyes.

"Time for you to fuck me…in their bed."

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

"Tell me again why we had to park down the street

but are walking up to the front door in broad daylight?"

Quinn turned the key and pushed the door open for
Rachel to enter. "Just in case she comes home early.
It is possible to sneak out but a car in the driveway is
kind of a give away. Remember, I'm not allowed to be
here anymore. My stuff is probably already packed up
in boxes."

They were breaking and entering. They could go to

jail. If Rachel wasn't so turned on by the idea she may
have objected. The hand on her ass, guiding her up
the stairs helped her forget the legal ramifications as
well. The two girls ignored Quinn's room and never
remarked on the boxes stacked inside and continued
to her parents room, pushing the heavy door open. All
Rachel could see was the biggest four post bed she
had ever seen and a very eager Quinn place herself
on it. The bed seemed to swallow her as she threw
the comforter onto the ground.

Rachel leaned against the door frame and locked

onto Quinn's seductive gaze as she lifted her light
cotton shirt over her head, revealing she wasn't
wearing a bra. Rachel's mouth went dry at the sight.
She was in the Fabray house… the bedroom of the
most self-righteous and homophobic people in all of
Lima, about to have sex with their youngest daughter,
in their bed. Quinn had some amazing fantasies.

The blonde removed her shorts and thong while

Rachel gawked and shifted in her anticipation. Quinn
reclined back on the bed and slowly ran her hands
over her breasts, massaging them, writhing in the
mattress. She moaned loudly, working the diva up,
before lowering a hand down her abdomen until it
disappeared between her thighs and she arched her
back at the touch. Rachel found herself moving
closer, attempting to find sight of the blonde's busy
fingers, stripping away her own clothes with each
step. By the time she removed her panties, they were
soaked through.

"Rachel?" The brunette climbed the foot of the bed

and trailed hot, wet kisses up Quinn's legs, parting
them as she went. She removed the cheerleader's
fingers, sucking them clean in her mouth, before
pressing her tongue to the length of her slit. Quinn
gasped and then whimpered as Rachel's tongue
flicked her clit. "Fuck."

Rachel couldn't wait. She needed Quinn. Needed to

feel her. She ran her middle and index fingers through
the slickness and entered the girl, smiling as the
muscular walls gripped at her fingers in need. She
waited until the blonde relaxed before she withdrew
them completely, adding her ring finger and stretched
her girlfriend wider.

"Oh, god, yes. Fuck." Quinn grabbed hold of the

diva's brown locks every time she halted her
agonizingly slow pulses into her core. "Rachel…
please…" Rachel continued her torturous pace and
kissed the inside of Quinn's thigh before turning her
attention to her clit. Just as slowly she swirled her
tongue over the sensitive nub before gently sucking it
between her lips. "Please, Baby."

Quinn lifted her hips attempting to find the desired

pressure but Rachel had come to know the blonde
well and anticipated each buck of her hips which
caught only air as she pulled away. She replaced her
tongue with light grazes of her thumb and trailed
kisses over the cheerleader's toned stomach. The
stomach her mother had praised her on recovering
after she shamed them by becoming pregnant.
Rachel loved that stomach. Her kisses reached
Quinn's small breasts, taking each into her mouth and
Quinn's breath caught in her throat. The breasts her
father use to say were Quinn's only flaw that might
keep her from finding a suitable husband.
Cheerleading had stunted them, but they were the
perfect size for Rachel's hands.
She moved to the panting blonde's jaw line, strong
and defined. Too many times had it been bruised by
her father's angered fists. Never again. Rachel's lips
caressed away past scars. Her lips, once busted and
blood, were now Rachel's, soft and tender, gentle.
With a single kiss, they made all of the diva's
problems and heart ache fade away.

"I love you." The words were whispered in Quinn's

ears before Rachel kissed away the single tear that
fell from the blonde's eye.

"I love you too." Their lips pressed together with

passion and desire, a need to have the other closed
that was possible. "I need you." Quinn wrapped her
arms around Rachel's neck as she increased her
pace and pressed more firmly with her thumb.
"Fuck…yes…"

Rachel sped up her rhythm again as her muscles

burned from the pace. The blonde lifted off the
mattress, pressing into the brunette's hand. "Yeah,
yeah, yeah…" Rachel could feel her walls clamping
down making it harder to move so she slammed her
fingers in with more force, her palm connecting with
her clit, over and over while Quinn's nails dug into her
back and yanked at her parents sheets. "Yes! Rachel!
Fuck!"

The bed shook with the violent convulsions of Quinn's

body and the windows rattled from her screams of
ecstasy. Rachel never stopped her hand movements
and could feel her girlfriend's body gripping again.
She lowered her free hand between her own legs.
She was so aroused it wouldn't take much to push her
over the edge. Quinn's eyes slammed shut again as
her second orgasm wracked her body. Her deep
moans of satisfaction pushed Rachel into her own
and they shook together until exhaustion consumed
them.

"We…we can't fall asleep." Quinn warned the panting

brunette as she tucked her head under the
cheerleader's chin.

"I know…but I can't move…" She could still feel light

spasms of Quinn's muscles as she lay there, tracing
her finger tips over the blonde's toned stomach
muscles.

Slam!

Both girls held their breath until the hear the keys
clang against the table. Adrenaline is an amazing
thing, Rachel thought to herself as she and Quinn
scrambled to get dressed, peering out of the bedroom
door way for any sign of company approaching.

"We need to get to my room." Quinn whispered.

Rachel's heart pounded as she stepped into the

hallway and inched closer to the stairway. Why did
Quinn have to have the first bedroom? The brunette
froze as she caught sight of Mr. Fabray standing at
the front door rummaging through the mail. They
hadn't even thought of him. He placed some of the
papers down, reading one of the few he still held onto
as he took the first step up the stairs. Quinn pushed
Rachel into her old room and behind the half opened
door just as the oblivious man passed.

"Oh, shit…the comforter is still on the floor." Quinn

spoke into Rachel's ear. The brunette nearly threw up.
Quinn peaked through the crack of the door and saw
her father still reading his mail, standing in the middle
of the hallway. "Go out the window. I'll be there in a
minute. Go."

Thankfully, Quinn pushed her again, otherwise she

would have never moved. Gently she pushed the
window open praying, actually praying, it didn't
squeak before hoisting herself out and to the right of
the window. Why did Quinn have to have a room on
the second floor?

The cheerleader's eyes had been glued to her father

but now it was her turn. Then he moved…Further
down the hallway towards his room. She counted: one
step, two, three…then nothing. Time to go. She
sprinted across her room on her tiptoes to the window
pulling in shut behind her, shifting to the opposite side
of the window as Rachel.
"How do we get down?"

"There's a tree around the back here." Quinn

motioned for Rachel to follow. The brunette stole a
quick glance in the window as she passed, witnessing
a rather angry looking Mr. Fabray storm down the
hallway.

"We need to hurry!" Both girls clambered to the tree,

nearly sliding down it to the ground before running
through their neighbor's bushes. Thankfully the
Fabray's enjoyed showing off the hot tub and large
pool to their neighbors and never invested in a privacy
fences.

"Did he see you?" Quinn asked as the reached the

car, slammed the doors shut and drove away quickly.

"No! But he looked really pissed as he passed the

door." He hands were shaking uncontrollably. "You
and your fantasies…"

"Whatever. You fucked me in the school parking for

anyone walking by to see, so don't even go there."

"There wouldn't have been any fear of someone

seeing if you weren't so loud." Quinn gave her the
death flare. Rachel hadn't been on the receiving end
of that for a loooooong time and shut her mouth
tightly.
~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

"Ho-ly-shit!" You two have more balls than I do."

Santana admitted, flabbergasted at the daredevils'
description of their near escape. "Berry, how did you
not shit yourself?"

Rachel was laying with her head in Quinn's lap on the

Latina's couch. "Honestly, I don't know. I nearly threw
up when he walked down the hallway right past us.
And again when Quinn mentioned the blankets were
still on the floor."

Santana collapsed into the cushioned chair next to

them. "You are my new hero, you know that? I have
done it in their bed before, but never with fear of them
finding out, let alone walking in on me." Rachel
beamed at her accomplishment. "And! And!" The
Latina chimed eagerly nearly falling out of her chair.
"You got her off twice! Those sheets are going to be
garbage."

Quinn blushed uncontrollably. "I don't think I will be

able to sleep tonight. I'm going to be worrying that the
cops are going to come and arrest us. It is obvious
what happened in that bed and it would be fairly easy
to guess who did it. I mean, who else would break in,
with a key, have sex, and leave without stealing
anything?"

"I'm worried about that too, actually." Rachel

confessed.

"Just say you were here for the last few hours. Give
you an alibi." Santana offered.

"An alibi for what, Mi hija?" The trio froze,

"Uh, well. You know how Quinn's parents kicked her

out again, right?" A short woman entered the room
and gave Quinn an apologetic look in response. "Well,
she and Berry went back to…get something Quinn
has been wanting for a while and Mr. Fabray almost
caught them. I told them that if he called the cops to
tell them they were over here at the time."

The older woman kissed her daughter on the

forehead and exited the room. "They were here all
day actually." Her mother corrected her.

"I love your mom, San. She's amazing." Quinn

gushed and Rachel nodded in agreement.

"So, Q, what are your other deepest desires? I mean,

you two have already knocked some out of the park.
You need to pace yourselves."

"Rachel said we can't do any more of mine."

The shorter brunette scoffed and turned her face up

to her girlfriend. "I never said that. All I said was 'you
and your fantasies'. Not that we couldn't do them."
Quinn rolled her eyes. "For someone who was so set
on hanging on to her virginity, you really are a
horndog."

Santana smirked. "She has a point, Berry. Quinn has

all the control in your relationship because you can't
control your urges. If she wants something all she has
to do is not put out."

"I'm sorry. I like having sex with my girlfriend. It's not

like I'm Noah and will sleep with anyone just to get
off."

The blonde bent down and kissed the pouting lips. "I
know. And that's one of the reasons I love you. It's
nice to be wanted and know it's only me that you
want."

"Ugh, if you two are going to be mushy you can

leave." Santana remarked as she left the room.

"Are we mushy?" Rachel asked playfully laying on her

back to look up to Quinn who nodded. "What's better?
Being mushy, or being sexy?"

"Oooh, now that is a hard one. Mushy is cute, sweet,

and adorable. But sexy is…just sexy, and sexy is
nice." Rachel broke into a devious smile and eyed the
door Santana had exited through before sitting up.
"What are you doing?" Quinn asked nervously but
interested as Rachel repositioned herself to sit facing
Quinn, straddling her lap.

Rachel ran the palms of her hands over her girlfriends

neck, down to her collarbone and back. "Santana
doesn't like it when we are mushy around her.
Wonder what she would say if we were being sexy
around her." The blonde smirked and shook her head
in disbelief but ran her hands up Rachel's legs and
rested them on her ass. The diva attacked the
blonde's lips with eagerness, sucking her bottom lip
into her mouth and nipping it before she released it.
Quinn was losing herself in Rachel's touches and
kisses and began to inch one hand up the back of her
shirt.

"What the fuck? Dudes…" Rachel glanced over her

shoulder and smiled to Santana as she reentered the
room. "Actually, wait…don't stop. Keep going." Quinn
blushed and turned her head away in embarrassment
but Rachel seemed unphased and began kissing her
neck, dropping her hands to the bottom of her shirt
before wracking her nails along the blonde's stomach.

"Rachel…"

She kissed a line over Quinn's jaw and licked the shell
of her ear. "What? She said not to stop." She slid her
hands up to Quinn's breasts and kneaded them. "So
why should we?"
Quinn swallowed hard and licked her lips, resting her
head back against the couch and shut her eyes.
"Because…because…um…" Her words failed her but
her eyes opened when she heard Rachel moan.
Santana was standing behind the brunette and placed
a heated kiss on the crook of her neck and massaged
her shoulder with her hand. It was so hot to watch as
Rachel leaned back into the Latina's kiss and gasped
with the light bite she delivered to the glistening skin.
"Fuck."

Santana smirked before placing another kiss on

Rachel's neck. "Have you two worked out your
jealousy issues yet?" Quinn nodded. She didn't really
know if they had, but Rachel wasn't seeming to mind
Santana being there. "So…"

"…your mom is home."

Santana laughed and backed away from the couple

and took a seat in her chair again. "Yeah…
Unfortunately."

~/~/~/~/~

"It's weird." Quinn stated staring across the cafeteria.

"What is?" Santana asked ignoring the blonde's

distraction.

"He hasn't said anything. He hasn't even looked at

me, or given me the death stare…nothing." Santana
followed Quinn's line of vision and rested on Finn who
was happily eating lunch with some of the other
football jocks. She had been expecting him to be
pissy at least. Instead he was simply Finn, as if
nothing had ever happened. It was all very strange.

"Would you rather he did? Besides, it's not surprising

after Berry said what she said to him. You two have,
like, swapped personalities."

"Have we?" Quinn kept her eyes glued to the

quarterback, trying to get a read on him.

"Yeah. She's grown a backbone and is cool as hell

while you have picked up her annoying habit of
rambling and stalkerish tendencies. Will you stop
staring at him?" Quinn finally turned her attention
away from Finn and down to her tray. "Just be
thankful he has managed to go a week without doing
something stupid."

Quinn nodded. That was a good thing. It didn't matter

that it was totally unexpected. "So, what do you have
planned for this weekend?"

Santana smirked. "I was thinking that we were

overdue for a girls night, but B is going out of town
with her family and my mom will be home all
weekend. How do things look in the Berry House?"
"Vacant. Joshua has some sort of business meeting
to go to in Dayton and Michael went along to keep
him company. Fate seems to have played a hand."

"In what?" Rachel asked as she set her tray down and
kissed Quinn before she took her own seat.

"Santana was thinking about having a girl's night and

your dads are out of town. So it seems too perfect."
Rachel nodded.

"How come I am just hearing about this moment of

time when all parents will be absent?" Santana asked
pretending to be hurt. "This should have been
planned from the moment you first found out. I
demand and explanation." She slammed her hand
down on the table.

Rachel was unimpressed. "Because you would have

insisted upon coming over every night and that would
have interfered with my plans of sexual depravity."
Quinn turned to glare at the diva but Rachel ignored
her, keeping her eyes on Santana and allowing the
moment of silence to pass.

"See, Q." She pointed across the table to Rachel who

looked a little confused." Cool as hell, I tell you. So,
you have plans all weekend?"

Rachel beamed. "Tonight is free."

Santana nodded her head in agreement. "Then it is
set. Tonight we shall get drunk and have fun."

"Do I not have a say in any of this?" Quinn asked

shifting her eyes between the brunettes who refused
to look at her as they shook their heads.

"You'd be out numbered anyway." Rachel informed

her.

"I don't like feeling defeated." Quinn complained

genuinely.

The Latina laughed and stole a fry off of Rachel's tray.

"You can't be defeated if you weren't even allowed to
play the game." Rachel snickered at the comment
leaving Quinn lost and uneasy in this odd relationship
the three of them had going on.

"This is just scary."

"What is? That Berry and I actually get along or that

you no longer have control?"

"I always knew you were too much alike. I don't like
not having control over at least myself."

Rachel finally looked to Quinn with a serious

expression on her face. "So I guess you wouldn't be
up for any bondage then?"
The blonde's jaw dropped and Santana covered her
laugh with her hand. "Are you frickin' serious?"

Rachel burst into laughter at the pure shock on

Quinn's face. "I may have my kinky moments, but I
can honestly say, that is not one of my fantasies. You
can relax." Quinn breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn. I was looking forward to hearing those

details." Santana commented stealing another fry

"Shut up. You are a bad enough influence on her as it

is."

~~~/~~~\\\~~~/~~~\\\~~~

"You've let me down Santana."

The Latina took the bottle from Rachel and returned

to her spot on the love seat. "And how the hell did I do
that, Berry?" Rachel pointed to the empty bottle on
the coffee table. "Well, next time give me more than
six hours notice if you want a decent selection of
alcohol, so stop your bitching. We still have another
one in the kitchen."

"But no shot glasses?"

She rolled her eyes. "Hey, it was your girlfriend who

forgot to grab them when her gay ass was thrown out
of the house. Besides, I figured we have all kissed
each other, sharing bottles is nothing."

"How do you even get this stuff? You can't pass as

twenty-one."

The Latina took a sip from the almost empty second

bottle. "If I told you that…I would have to kill you and
then Q would kill me. So, it is best that we just
pretend it magically appeared via the Bourbon
Bunny."

Rachel furrowed her brow and stared at the brunette

across the room. "Are you drunk already?"

"If I'm not I will be soon." She up ended the bottle

again. "Here. Finish this one up with Blondie. And
where is she?"

"Right here." Quinn chimed entering the living room

and taking the bottle from Rachel's hand. "Had to get
out of that uniform."

"Q, are you wearing Berry's shorts? Because those

are so short I can see your ass cheeks."

Rachel grabbed Quinn around the waist and pulled

her down to the couch next to her. "Are you
complaining?"

"Not at all. Does it bother you that I like looking at

your girlfriends ass?"
Rachel shook her head. "You're human. It's
understandable." Rachel answered taking the bottle
back from Quinn.

"Good to see you two really have worked out your

jealousy issues. Any chance of progressing from our
heated moment last Sunday?"

Rachel turned to Quinn and ran the back of her

fingers up and down her neck, waiting for her to
respond. It was her decision to make. Rachel wasn't
going to push her. They had talked about having a
threesome again after their experience on Sunday
and Quinn's thoughts on the topic had shifted slightly.
Santana was the natural choice as the addition. She
and Quinn had already had sex so it wasn't anything
new to their friendship. Nothing would turn weird or
awkward between them. "That was pretty hot wasn't
it?"

Santana smirked and nodded. "It could have been a

hell of a lot hotter if my mom hadn't been home. Berry
was ready to go and you were just about there." Shit.
She was just about there now. Between replaying her
memories, Santana talking about it now, and Rachel's
touching grazes on her neck, she was getting on
edge. And Rachel had noticed.

The diva finished off the rest of the bottle and turned
her attention to the Latina. "Can you go to the kitchen
and get the last bottle?" She watched as Santana left
the room, knowing she understood what Rachel really
wanted; time. "Are you sure you're up for this?"

Quinn turned her head to look at her girlfriend with

darkening hazel eyes. "Yes." She kissed the palm of
Rachel hand and sucked her thumb into her mouth,
catching Rachel off guard. She had been expecting a
little more reluctance.

"…okay…"

Quinn moved to straddle Rachel's lap just as the

brunette had done to her Sunday. This time it was
Rachel who was wide-eyed and uncertain as Quinn
worked her mouth against the sensitive skin of her
neck and ran her hands over the diva's chest.

"Besides, I've been with both you and Santana. This

isn't anything new for me…just you." The blonde
leaned back, dropped her hands to the bottom or
Rachel's shirt, and began lifting the material but
stopped.

"You two aren't the type to waste any time are you?"
Santana asked standing in the entrance way before
setting the bottle down and moving to stand behind
Quinn. "I guess we should see if Berry really wont
have issues sharing." The Latina slowly ran her hands
up Quinn's arms, drawing chill bumps as she went.
When she reached Quinn's shoulders she kissed the
soft skin, and trailed her hands back down and
intertwined their fingers when they met. Santana
worked over to the other side of the blonde's neck and
lowered their conjoined hands to Quinn's shorts and
massaged the sensitive area though the light material.
Kissing Quinn's neck and suckling her earlobe,
Santana watched Rachel's reaction from the corner of
her eye and how her breath caught every time the
blonde moaned. She was fine with this. "So here or
up stairs?"

Quinn used Santana's embrace to balance her as she

stood up from Rachel's lap. "The guest room. Our
bedroom is our bedroom." Rachel nodded in
agreement and followed the seductive blonde as she
led Santana up the stairs by the hand and into the
guest room. The blonde released Santana's hand so
the Latina could sit on the bed and watch as she
cupped Rachel's face and passionately kissed her,
massaging the diva's tongue with her own. Rachel ran
the palms of her hands up the back of Quinn's legs to
where her ass was nearly hanging out of her shorts,
kneading the flesh.

Once Rachel let her inhabitations go there was no

stopping her. She quickly discarded the blonde's shirt
and looked for Santana to join. The Latina ran her
warm palms over the cheerleader's stomach as she
moved to stand behind her once more, teasingly
inching one downward and the other up to the vacant
breast as Rachel attached her mouth to the blonde's
other small breast. "oh…fuck…"

"Not yet." Santana teased, running her fingers through

the blonde curls under Quinn's shorts. "Playtime
before business." The blonde gasped as Rachel bit
down on her erect nipple before sucking it into her
mouth. "Now let's get you out of these shorts."
Santana guided the material down to the floor and let
Quinn step out of them before trailing kisses upward,
biting her plump bottom, then continuing up her back
with hot kisses and licks of her tongue. Rachel was
getting impatient and moved the blonde to lay down
on the bed, nearly climbing on top of her until
Santana's arm caught her around the waist and
turned her around. "You are still a little overdressed,
Berry." Santana lifted her shirt and bra over her head
and attacked her lips with wet, open mouth kisses
while Quinn unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the
floor.

The head cheerleader's hands roamed all over

Rachel's bare skin, up and down her back, cupping
her ass, wracking nails over her torso. Four hands
raced over her skin as Santana worked her breast
and the diva began to feel light headed under the
stimulation. Quinn's hands left Rachel's stomach and
moved forward to begin to unhook Santana's belt
while the Latina continued to explore Rachel's mouth
with her tongue. The blonde released the button on
Santana's jeans and lowered the zipper before
pushing her hand into the Latina's pants and
massaging her mound through her panties. Santana
moaned into Rachel's mouth and the diva took this as
indication to remove the rest of her clothing. Clothes
were now scattered all over the guestroom floor.

Quinn pulled Rachel back to lay on the bed and took

control of her lips, teasing her breasts with her left
hand. Santana ran her hands over the diva's legs,
running them high up on her thigh before sliding her
finger through her damp folds. Rachel's hips bucked
as the Latina's finger found her clit and pressed firmly
against it. Rachel was on the verge of losing her mind
in desire. She grasped at Quinn's body pulling her
closer. "Come here." Rachel positioned the blonde to
sit above her face and allow her to tease her with her
tongue. Santana leaned forward to pepper Quinn's
neck with kisses as she lowered her finger's to
Rachel's entrance and thrust two deep inside.

The diva moan at the action and the vibrations sent a

shiver up Quinn's spine. Rachel was having to
concentrate as much as she could to remind herself
to continue pleasuring the blonde's sensitive nub as
she felt Santana enter a third finger into her and
maintained a steady pace. As expected, Santana's
touch was much more rough than Quinn. The two
cheerleader's were complete opposites. Santana's
thumb pressed heavily to Rachel's clit every time she
thrust in deeper. "Oh, fuck."

Quinn writhed on top of her, massaging her own

breast. "I agree." Rachel was well rehearsed on what
Quinn wanted and flexed her tongue in a rippling
motion over her clit and Quinn beamed a smile as she
threw her head back, arching into the diva's beloved
mouth.

Rachel shifted her leg and brought it up between

Santana's thighs, causing the Latina to gasp in
approval as she began rocking against it. Even the
Latina's rocks were sharp and forceful. The three of
them filled the house with a mixture of loud moans,
guttural grunts, and gasps of pleasure. Rachel could
feel the moist heat on her leg from Santana's
movement and realized she was already getting close
and rocked harder into her. She heard the Latina let
out a deep moan and felt her nails dig into her thigh
and the fingers inside her falter in rhythm slightly. She
rocked again harder than before and the Latina
gasped and clutched tighter at the diva's leg.

"I think she's almost there." Quinn commented with a

laughter in her voice. Rachel swirled her tongue
around the blonde's clit once more before trying the
trick she learned from Puck and sent the blonde into a
quivering shake.

"Looks like you are too." Rachel joked.

"Fuck. Shut up and do that again." Rachel obliged,

vibrating her tongue against the blonde's clit while
rocking into Santana as hard and as fast as she
could. She was wanting to send them both over at the
same time. "Ohmygod, ohmygod…fuck….fuck…fuck!
Rachel…" Quinn's muscles contracted and she
braced her self on the head board in front of her.
"Shit. I'm gonna come."

Quinn felt nails dig into her back as Santana neared

her climax as well. "Oh…hmmm…yeah…right there…
fuck…Fuck!" Right on cue they both screamed their
ecstasy at the top of their lungs and convulsed as
Rachel smiled in her pride and slowed her pace with
both her tongue and her leg, allowing them to come
down off of their high. "Holy fuck, Berry." Santana
gasped for breath, continuing to writhe against the
diva's leg.

Quinn removed herself from Rachel's face and kissed

a trail down her body. Santana got the message and
withdrew her fingers from the blonde's girlfriend.
Quinn attacked the smaller girl's clit, flicking it with her
tongue. Rachel fisted the blonde locks keeping her in
place. "Fucking right there. Shit…you always find it."
Quinn pulsed her index finger inside, curling it up to
find the other spot that drove Rachel crazy. "Oh Fuck!
Yes!…Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me." The blonde
quickened her pace until her arm burned from her
efforts. "Yes…yes…yes….FuuUck!" Rachel's toes
curled and she shook the bed, gasping for breath with
a massive smile on her face.

The blonde moved up to lay next to Rachel, gently

kissing her neck, and pulled the Latina to lay behind
her. "Time for sleep…because I can't use my legs…"

Santana wrapped and arm around the blonde and her

hand rested on Rachel's stomach. "You two…are
awesome. Anytime…you want to have some fun…just
let me know…"

Rachel laughed and kissed Quinn's forehead. "That's

another fantasy of mine down…next one will be
yours….as long as it is legal this time."

~/~/~/~/~/~

It was Sunday afternoon and Santana had already left

after Rachel managed to find the guts to threaten her
if she interfered with her other plans. The Latina may
have taken the threat well and laughed it off as she
left the house, but Quinn wasn't all that amused. "I
don't think I have seen you this tense in a long time."
Rachel noted as Quinn packed her Cheerio's bag for
the next morning. "Are you nervous about anything?
Angry?"

Quinn huffed and shook her head. "Maybe just this

evening of, what did you call it? Plans of sexual
depravity, that I didn't sign up for."

Rachel smiled behind Quinn's back. "I have no plans.

At least not for that." Quinn wasn't following but
decided her point would get across better if she just
kept quiet. "Baby?…Quinn?…" She caught Quinn's
hand as she walked by.

"What?"

"Will you look at me please?" Quinn glanced up to

those deep brown eyes but dropped her gaze again
when she caught sight of the diva's smirk. "I have
plans to take you out this afternoon. I only told
Santana that so she wouldn't ruin the day with her
mocking jokes." The blonde looked back up to her
face and saw the seriousness in her eyes.

"So…you actually are going to take me out on that

date you were talking about?"

Rachel smiled and nodded, pulling her girlfriend

closer and wrapping her arms around her waist. "I am.
I have been planning on it all week, actually. I
understood what you were saying about me always
turning everything into sex. I don't want you to feel like
that is the only reason why I want to date you or that
you are just some thing to me. I will admit that I am
addicted to you, but I am working on controlling
myself. I love you and I want to take you out. So, are
you still mad at me?" Quinn shook her head. "Good.
So, get dressed." She slapped the blonde on the ass.
"Something casual. And we will leave when you are
ready."

"Casual, huh? No fancy lunch or dinner?"

Rachel shook her head. "Nope. There is no one to
impress today. This is just about me and you, just the
two of us." She replied as she left the room for Quinn
to get ready. There was a calmness to the diva Quinn
hadn't seen in a while. Over the last few weeks,
Rachel always seemed like she was pushing for
something. Normally sex. But now there was no
pressure behind her words or actions. What amazed
Quinn the most, was knowing that now that Rachel
wasn't pushing for sex, Quinn wanted it more. Maybe
Rachel knew that…

Quinn slipped into a pair of her jeans that Rachel

praised for the way they hugged her curves, a simple
tee-shirt, and a light jacket just in case. Casual.
Rachel was already standing at the front door with the
car keys in her hand. Quinn reached for them but
Rachel pulled them away.

"I'm driving."

The blonde hesitated. "Do you even have a license?"

Rachel had never driven anywhere. She even had her
dads drop her off at places if Quinn wasn't going.

"Believe it or not, I actually do."

Quinn retracted her slowly and exited the house.

Rachel passed her and opened the passenger side
door for her. The blonde shot her a questioning look
and Rachel rolled her eyes and waved her hand for
Quinn to get in.

"Where are we going?"

"You shall see when we get there."

Quinn smile and held back her laugh as Rachel took

the next several minutes to adjust the driver's seat,
the steering column, the side mirrors, and the
rearview mirror before even starting the car. After
which, she checked the lights, the indicators, and
windshield whimpers systematically.

"When exactly did you get your license?"

Rachel fastened her seat belt and waited for Quinn to

do the same. "Dad took me while you were at
cheerleading practice Thursday." Quinn raised her
eyebrow. "I am a perfectly safe driver."

The cheerleader nodded her head slowly. "Okay.

So…you got your license just so you could drive me
on this date?" Rachel blushed slightly and bit her lips
between her teeth. She was adorable. She was
Rachel Berry today, not Lil' Santana. Quinn leaned
over and kissed her on the cheek. "That's sweet."

Rachel was right, though. She wasn't a bad drive, just

a very cautious driver. Quinn remained oblivious to
where they were actually headed because she spent
the entire drive hiding her amused grin as Rachel
literally counted out the three second complete stop at
every stop sign and mentally calculated the distance
between them and the cars in front of them. Quinn
was even more in love with the brunette by the time
they arrived at their destination and Rachel put the
car in park and turned off the ignition then she thought
was possible.

Rachel took the keys in her hand and looked to Quinn

for her approval of her driving skills. The blonde sat
for a few silent seconds beaming and shaking her
head in Rachel's adorableness. "You are so cute!"
Rachel blushed deeper. "But where are we?"

"Come on." Rachel motioned with a jerk of her head

to exit the car and met Quinn near the trunk. She
popped it open and removed a blanket and a picnic
basket.

"Oh my God. You are so sweet, Baby." The diva felt

herself blush even more as Quinn hugged her from
behind and kissed her cheek. "A picnic. You
remembered!" It took Quinn back to the first day of
school when she went to Rachel's house for their glee
assignment. During that first day they had discussed
worst dates and best dates, and somewhere after that
discussed, the ideal date. Picnics were romantic and
intimate and allowed the date to move at its own
pace. There was no waiter constantly asking if the
needed anything, interrupting special moments. And
movies were a horrible date to go to in Quinn's mind.
She wanted to talk to the person she was getting to
know, not stare at a screen in dark silence…though
there were bonuses to the darkness of movie
theaters.

"Of course I remembered." Rachel confirmed shifting

the basket into the hand on the arm that the blanket
was draped over and taking Quinn's hand in hers,
guiding her through the trails at the park.

"I have never been here. How is it someone can grow

up in a small town like this and never see all of it?"

Rachel shook her head. "I don't know. I didn't know

about it either. When Dad took me to practice for my
test I noticed the parking spots and decided to
investigate. I followed the trails and found the ideal
spot for our very first date…what, three months into
our relationship?"

Quinn laughed and gripped the diva's hand in both of

hers as they took a turn at a fork in the trail. "Can you
believe it has been that long? But then again…so
much has happened in that time. It almost seems like
it has been even longer. I mean, we were partnered in
glee and became friends in, like, a day."

"Yes." Rachel nodded.

"We had our first kiss…drunken kiss the first weekend

of school. And your first attempt at getting into my
pants."

Rachel blushed. "Yeah..."

"By the second weekend we were dating. I was kicked

out. And moved in with you."

"Yep."

"Then your dads met mine, filed for custody, won

custody, and you put Finn in his place."

The brunette inhaled deeply. "It has been a very busy

relationship. But you also forgot to mention that we
almost had the cops called on us, starred in a viral
Youtube video, and restructured the popularity
hierarchy of McKinley High School."

"How could I forget those things?" The blonde teased

as the moved off of the trail.

Rachel shook her head. "I honestly don't know. They

were very memorable events. But here we are."
Rachel set the basket down and spread the blanket
out under a tree that sat on top of a little hill that
overlooked a large pond.

"This place is beautiful. I'm surprised no one seems to

know about it."
"I would like to keep it that way." The diva commented
pulling Quinn down to sit next to her. "The less people
know about it, the more we can come here and not be
interrupted."

"That is true." Quinn helped pull out the fresh fruit,

crackers, and other little snacks. "We wouldn't want
that now would we?" She sat Indian style and Rachel
laid down, resting her head on Quinn's ankles and
basking in the joy of having the cheerleader feed her
grapes. "You look comfortable." The blonde replaced
the grape with a quick kiss on the diva's lips.

"I am. And you know what else?"

"What?" Quinn popped a kiwi slice into her mouth.

"I am also very much in love with you." The blonde

smiled and blushed, turning her head to the side
slightly. "Do you know when I figured it out?" She
shook her head. "I have known I liked you for a long
time, but I knew I was in love with you the day you
told me about your biggest fear. It wasn't because of
what you said or that I could relate to it. I realized that
I couldn't stand to live without you in my life when you
rolled over, put your arm around me, and rested your
head on my shoulder. I literally lost my breath when
you did that. I wanted nothing more than to hold you
there forever, but I was too afraid to."

"I actually figured it out before you. Then again, you

had complications to deal with when it came to Finn."

Rachel furrowed her brow. "When did you figure it

out?"

"You figured it out on a Monday after our first

weekend of friendship. I figured it out that Saturday.
Granted…I was drowning in denial, but I still knew it.
It was after I had asked you what you were going to
tell Finn." Quinn explained placing another grape to
Rachel's lips. "When you freaked out and sat on the
couch. My initial thought was 'If it's that bad don't
worry about him. Be with me.' Then I realized what it
was I was actually thinking and freaked out myself."

"Really?"

Quinn nodded. "You telling me I was an amazing

kisser twice in five minutes kinda helped with the
feelings as well. It gave me butterflies and the urge to
kiss you again."

"That's funny. We knew we had feelings, strong

feelings for each other and it still took us a week to
put it all together. I almost didn't even show up at your
house that night." Quinn looked down to her girlfriend
and furrowed her brow. "Yeah, I was just going to
suck up my feelings and let them fester because I
was afraid for you. I was driving my dads crazy so
Dad insisted that I 'sort out what ever issue it was'
that we had. He thought we were…well, I guess we
were kind of fighting."

"Kind of." Quinn ran her fingers through Rachel's hair

and let the dark locks fall from her fingers onto her
lap. "I was just hurt because I knew you wanted what I
wanted. But at the same time, in the back of my head,
I sort of knew why you weren't pursuing it. It amazes
me how many people we have to thank for our
relationship though."

"We have people to thank?"

"Yeah. Just think about it. If you hadn't caught Finn's

attention, I would have never slept with Puck and
never got pregnant. Therefore, I would still be the
bitch I use to be, oblivious to how sweet you are. So
we have Finn to thank for having a wandering eye
and Puck to thank for impregnating me. Then! We
have Mr. Schuester to thank for partnering us
together. Santana to thank for making us kiss and
pulling me out of my denial. Brittany to thank for
pulling you out or yours. And Joshua to thank for
insisting you go to my house so we could work out our
issues."

"I never would have thought of it like that." Rachel

chuckled. "Though it is scary to think we would have
missed out on this if one of those people had chosen
to do something different." Quinn nodded in
agreement. "But you are missing some people."
"Am I?"

"Yeah. If your dad hadn't had the affair with the

tattooed freak your mother would have never asked
you to come back home. That means we wouldn't
have had that first weekend together at all. You would
have still been living with Mercedes."

"So…I have my mom and my dad…and the tattooed

freak to thank for finding my love with you? That is a
very, very strange concept."

"But true." Rachel added.

"But true. Wonder if they would see it that way?"

"Uh…probably not. But now that the paper work is

final we can always ask…"

Quinn laughed hysterically. "I could imagine my dads

face, trying to explain how it is that he is the 'cause' of
his daughter finding love with another girl." Rachel
smiled as she ran her hands up the cheerleader's legs
behind her head. "He would probably be speechless
for the first time in his life."

Quinn sighed and caught her breath. "So…I have

something to tell you."

"You aren't pregnant are you?"

Quinn burst out laughing again. "What? Not unless
there is something you are needing to tell me."

Rachel shook her head. "Just checking. But, anyway,

what did you need to tell me?"

"Well," Quinn began shifting her weight indicating for

Rachel to sit up. "You had me thinking when you said
that you were having trouble re-writing your dream
because you didn't know what I was wanting to do."
Rachel nodded and smiled with eagerness. "I have
come up with a general plan…tentative, but likely."

"And…"

"And…I'm looking at Fordham University. They have a

campus not even a mile from Julliard."

Rachel shot up to her knees and smiled the biggest

smile she could manage. "Are you serious? You are
coming with me?"

"As long as everything works out…yeah. If I can get

in-"

"You will."

Quinn shook her head at her girlfriend's cuteness

again. "If I can get in and we are still together. Which!"
She cut Rachel off. "Which I believe we still will be,
then yes. I am now planning on going to New York
with you." Rachel nearly tackled the blonde with a
kiss, deepening it in gratitude.

"What are you going to study?" The diva asked

moving her kisses down Quinn's neck and pushing
her until she laid down on the blanket.

"Social work."

Rachel lifted her head to look into Quinn's eyes. "I

think that would be perfect for you."

"I think so too." Quinn agreed running her finger's

through Rachel's hair, pushing the strands behind the
diva's shoulder as she hovered above her. "Are you
planning on having your way with me right here? I
thought you said the next fantasy to be fulfilled would
be mine."

Rachel shifted her eyes around, making sure they

didn't have any unseen company. "Are you saying
you've never fantasized about having sex in public? I
thought everyone has." She leaned down and
captured the blonde's lips in a lingering kiss, just like
their first.

When they broke apart, Quinn traced her thumbs over

the diva's perfect lips and down her neck. "Luckily for
you, I have."

The End!
If you still want more…make sure you check out the
sequel. Always Remember: Broadway