Plot: When Rachel and Quinn see each other in Barcelona, they begin an affair that was supposed to end upon arriving back home... Except it doesn't and both girls now must deal with the reality of their affair and the feelings they now have for each other. Faberry, Brittana pairings. strong Pezberry friendship. Mild Finn bashing. Rated M because I'm paranoid.

Main Pairings: Faberry and Pezberry

Disclaimer: See profile

Note: Figuring out your sexuality is difficult, especially when you are bulled. Try to understand that when you read this. Characters will seem OCC but it is for a reason.

Also Note: This story is rated M but the sexual themes are (in my opinion) not overly graphic or overly detailed. If you feel the rating of M is not necessary, please let me know in the comments.

Chapter One: Revised 2019-03-03 for grammar, punctuation and context

Hotel Pullman Barcelona Skipper had the most beautiful view Rachel had ever seen in her life and as she stared at the beach from her, her private, hotel room, she couldn't help but squeal with excitement in an uncharacteristic display of excitement but how could she not be excited; she was in Barcelona and she could see the beach from her room and hear her father's chuckling from behind her as they watched their daughter explore her hotel room.

Spending August in Barcelona had been something she was looking forward to since the previous summer and she still couldn't believe she was finally there for four beautiful weeks.

The only thing that made her feel bad was that Santana couldn't make it; Santana had flunked math and had to redo those classes in Summer school if she wanted to enter her senior year with Rachel but Rachel was pretty sure she had done it so she could sit through summer school with Brittany. Santana didn't even seem all that upset to be missing the trip when it was announced. She had said her parents would have killed her and had tried to yell at her but she kindly reminded them that they lost the right to tell her what to do when they disowned her.

"I can't believe this is all mine," Rachel said as she indicated the massive room, the king sized bed, the bathroom, the desk and finally the little mini fridge. It was more than she expected and the windows with the breathtaking view of the beach were almost enough to make her want to jump up and down like one of those spoiled girls from a movie.

Her fathers simply laughed as they held each other close and watched as their daughter began exploring the room.

She was given a rule that while they were here, Rachel was to focus on relaxing and having fun and looking at the view, Rachel could only think about the warm sand under her feet and the cool water on her back as the let the ocean waves rock her into a nice long nap on the beach.

And unlike at school, she had even deviated from her usual clothes and had packed bikinis, skirts, t-shirts, shorts and other casual clothes. No, it was clear she was there to relax and have fun; the only thing she brought that could be used for music and such was her laptop and mic but she couldn't picture herself using it took much in the Barcelona heat, she just smiled widely and prepared to go along with the magic and fun.

"You think Santana's okay?"

"By now, she probably has Brittney settled into her room and is doing fine," her father Hiram Berry said with a wide grin as she began to subtly pull his husband out of the room; at least he was attempting to be subtle.

They'd gone over her rules for exploring before they'd arrived in Barcelona and they were fair; if she was going to travel anything farther than walking distance from the hotel, she had to notify them and tell them exactly where she was going and she was to be back by the end of the night. She also had to keep her cell on her with GPS turned on at all times should she travel beyond that limit.

"I'm going to go check out the beach, okay?" Rachel said as she pulled out a bikini and a skirt; she newly streaked hair was pulled away from her face and tucked behind her ears. She'd been nervous about blonde streaks but she found they looked really nice and gave her hair a new shine that seemed to brighten her face and bring out her eyes a bit better.

"Okay, we're going to go... relax," LeRoy said with a look that made Rachel grimace; she was fine with her dad's being... intimate but who wanted to actually think about their parents actually doing it.

"Okay... More than I needed to hear. You could have just left," Rachel said as she watched her parents back out and down towards their room. She quickly changed into her clothes and opened the door, only to bump into a blonde slim person.

"I'm sorry about that... Quinn?"

Quinn Fabray sat on the ground looking up at Rachel with a look of confusion; Rachel found herself staring at the girl who was dressed similar to herself but found herself almost drawn to the girl's figure. After a few seconds, Rachel shook her head and looked at Quinn's face before bending down to help the blonde girl stand up.

"Rachel? You look... not like... yourself."

"Um... thank you?"

"It's a compliment; you look good. I'm guessing you're going to the beach?"

Rachel studied Quinn for a few seconds, she was watching her with curiosity in her eyes. But she couldn't help but feel on guard around one of the girl who had made her life harder than it should be at times. The girl who bullied her. But this Quinn seemed different. More relaxed. Of course, she and Quinn were closer since Santana moved into Rachel's house. There's no way she was going to torture the girl who'd given her best friend a place to call home without expecting anything in return.

"Yes, I am. I just got here and I want to explore," Rachel said moving her bag from one shoulder to another in an effort to alleviate some of the tension.

"I could show you around; I've been here since yesterday and I can show you some great places," Quinn replied, with a shrug and a grin.

"Um, sure. If that's okay."


Paradise; the beach was paradise.

On the beach, Rachel could hear kids laughing and adults chatting away. She could see people bobbing around in the water and as she watched them move with the waves, she could feel her body almost swaying to the rhythm of the water.

"It's addictive, isn't it."

Rachel nodded as she followed Quin towards an area of the beach with fewer little children and the atmosphere became more lax and quiet; they could still see and hear the children but they were a bit further away.

"So, what brings you to Barcelona? My parents are here on business and brought me with them. How about you?"

"My dads are on a romantic getaway and brought me with them so I could see Barcelona because they know its a dream of mine to go. I won't be seeing them much because I even have my own hotel suite here," Rachel said with a sigh as she watched the waves crash onto the beach with glorious and thunderous crashes. "Sometimes they're just so in love and they just need to get away; I'm actually still surprised they brought me."

"I wish my parents were still so much in love but they're here for business and I won't see them much either but they do that a lot. They might show up once or twice this whole trip, give me some expensive jewellery and take me to dinner before they disappear again as though they'd never been here. I sometimes wonder if they even notice each other's existence anymore."

Quinn sounded upset, this much was obvious through the dejected tone that seemed to come through despite the cheerful tone to her voice. Rachel put a hand on Quinn's hand for a few seconds, unable to understand where the desire to do so came from before she gave the blonde a smile.

"It's overrated sometimes because when they're sooo in love, they like to express it way too much," Rachel said rolling her eyes at the thought but her heart warmed when Quinn began laughing at her words.

"I never considered it that way... Gross. Who wants to think about their parents doing the nasty?" Quinn choked out causing both Rachel and herself to burst into fits of laughter.

By the time supper came around, Quinn and Rachel made their way into the hotel lounge where they continued joking and laughing about everything from school to music to their friends. Gone were any traces of animosity and awkwardness and instead it like like they had been friends for a very long time; perhaps it was the fact that they were the only familiar faces around but they were having a really good time talking to each other. Rachel found herself almost buzzed from simple things like hearing Quinn's laugh to seeing her lips turn upward in a smile when she heard or said something funny.

"Hola, ladies!"

Quinn and Rachel turned to find a waiter placing two very fancy cocktails before them with a wide smile.

"Compliments of the gentleman in the seat over there."

The 'gentleman' in question was staring at them with an expression that made Rachel's skin crawl and she didn't miss the goosebumps that had appeared on Quinn's skin as well.

"He didn't happen to have access to these drinks did he?"

Rachel knew this was an important question to ask, she wasn't drinking anything a guy wearing that expression touched. Of course, she couldn't help but laugh at how surreal it was to be served alcohol at eighteen. In America, the legal drinking age was twenty-one but in Barcelona, it was eighteen and they appeared to not really care about identification.

"I can assure you, I prepared these drinks myself and they have not been within anyone's range but mine and yours. We take our guest's safety very seriously and have the strictest procedures for occurrences such as this. You may reject the drinks but they will go down the drain and they are already paid for."

Rachel and Quinn both contemplated their decision but when they saw the man leave the lounge, they decided to try the drinks anyway.

"What is this drink?"

"That is Sex on the Beach."

The waiter could be seen struggling to contain his amusement when both girls flushed brightly at the name of the cocktail.

"Um... Thank you."

Rachel and Quinn nodded as they clinked their glasses together and took a sip of the beverage. By the time the drinks were gone and the food had arrived, they had both decided they wanted to try another one; like mature adults, they played Rock Paper Scissors to decide who would look the waiter in the eye and order the drink out loud. Rachel didn't bother to hide her amusement as she watched Quinn order the drinks and almost felt compelled to tell her how cute she was when she blushed like that... Wait, what?

It was after three more cocktails that Quinn and Rachel found themselves going up the hall towards their rooms, which were only a couple of doors down from each other. They were now giggling with their arms wrapped around each other as they tried to walk as though they weren't actually as tipsy as they were.

"You know Quinn," Rachel said, suddenly feeling the need to be open and honest about what was passing through her mind right then. Her filter was gone. "Your lips are very pink."

Quinn stopped and looked at Rachel with an unreadable expression before a cheeky grin appeared on her face.

"And your lips look so plump and kissable."

Rachel found her mind swirling with what Quinn had said and she found herself smiling at Quinn with an equally cheeky expression.

"You think my lips are kissable?"

"I don't know. I've never kissed your lips before."

Quinn's words were honest and to the point and despite herself, Rachel found that she had begun blushing and she could see Quinn was flushed as well.

"Well, how can you make such a statement if you've never kissed my lips before," Rachel said, knowing she should be shocked by her words but she didn't seem to care what was coming out of her mouth but she wasn't worried, Quinn didn't seem upset by her words.

"Maybe we should rectify that," Quinn said, her eyes glazing over slightly as she spoke.

Rachel felt her palms dampen and her heart raced frantically in her chest as she realised just how close she and Quinn had become in the past few seconds. They were so close, in fact, that Rachel could practically feel Quinn's breath against her face and with another step, she could feel themselves making physical contact. Rachel could feel Quinn's heart racing against her breast and it caused an odd amount of exhilaration.

"I agree."

With those words, Rachel felt hands on the back of her neck and before she realised what was happening, what little space between them was closed off and their lips were brushing together lightly. For a few seconds, they stood there with their lips together before they began moving their lips together in a way that made Rachel feel like their lips had caught fire and the fireworks in her stomach was unlike anything she had ever felt before.

Rachel found herself running her hands through Quinn's hair and she could hear moans coming from both herself and Quinn as the struggled to bring each other closer which was hard considering they were basically mashed up against each other. Rachel found herself pushing the blonde against a wall in an attempt to get closer to her body and she was rewarded with moans and hands roaming up her back and across her bottom.

It wasn't until she felt her skirt rise that her mind cleared just enough for her to realise something; she wasn't dumb, she knew where this was going but...

"We're in the hallway. We should go into one of our rooms."

"Y-yes. Let's," Quinn whispered, her voice just as winded and desperate as Rachel's. However, Rachel decided she didn't like her lips away from Quinn's so she crashed her lips into the blonde's as she dug out the key card and somehow she managed to open her door and pull herself and Quinn into her room, only breaking the kiss to stumble a few times.

Before she knew it, she was pinned against the wall of her hotel room, running her hands up and down Quinn's back, suddenly she found herself desperate to see more of her, desperate to touch her and to be touched. Sensations she never felt before began coursing through her body as waves of pleasure began exploding across her skin with every touch and every kiss. Before she even realised what she had done, she felt Quinn's bikini top fall and seconds later, the blonde let out a small giggle before Rachel felt her own top fall as well.

Suddenly, they were removing the rest of their clothes and before they knew what was happening, they were naked and Quinn was now laying on top of Rachel on her bed. Their kisses were becoming more and more hectic and they were touching each other in so many places and their bodies were reacting so wonderfully.

"Have you done this before?" Rachel suddenly asked, as though it had just occurred in her mind that she had never had sex before and she was about to do it with a girl.

"No, have you?" Quinn asked, her mouth tracing patterns on Rachel's neck that were making her feel like her entire body was on fire.

"No, I'm sure we'll figure it out."

"Santana knows," Quinn said suddenly.

"Its five AM in Lima and you want to call Santana to ask her how to have sex? I'm sure that will go well."

"Brittany?" Quinn asked.

"Sure and let's make sure to include Santana in on a three-way call to save Brittney the trouble," Rachel said, suddenly getting an idea of how they should go about doing it. She quickly flipped them over until she was laying on top of Quinn, breathing heavy as she stared into Quinn's lust-crazed eyes, knowing hers were most likely exactly the same. "I think we can figure this out for ourselves."

With that, Rachel began trying things she'd only ever tried on herself and upon seeing Quinn's body spasm out of control a few more times, she went down with her tongue and began the process again. At first, she was confused and awkward and felt like she was messing up and her fingers had trouble staying in one place through the moisture but she soon learnt to use that to her advantage and once she caught onto Quinn's reactions, she found herself on a roll.

With every moan and gasp Quinn et out, her body began building more and more pressure. A while later, Quinn told her to stop.

"Why?" Rachel asked she done something wrong.

"Because, it's your turn; my body needs a break," Quinn said, breathing heavy, her body covered in sweat as she began attempting the things Rachel had just done to her. Rachel found herself amazed at how much more intense every touch felt; Quinn was doing the same things she'd always done to herself but this time, it was completely different and when she came, she came hard enough that she thought she might be having a seizure and not an orgasm, except the waves of pleasure that rocked her body was unlike anything she had ever experienced into her life.

However, Quinn got bold and when she used her mouth, she continued to work with her fingers creating waves of pleasure so intense that Rachel thought for a second she might actually die. The pair went back and forth like this all night long and into the next day. In fact, it was well past supper time when they even considered stopping and even then it was because Rachel's leg was painfully cramped and locked during a particularly powerful orgasm that seemed to cause her vision to blur before her eyes.

They weren't sure when they sobered up but they knew they were sober and they knew if Rachel's leg hadn't locked, they would have kept going.

"I think we should eat something," Rachel said when her stomach loudly wailed.

"Can we pick up where we left off?" Quinn said, her face flushed. "We'll go until it's out of our systems and then we can go back to normal."

Room service was called and Rachel answered the door in a robe and accepted the food and water bottles gratefully. The two ate quickly before they began repeating the actions they had been doing all night and all day until they finally passed out into each other's arms; exhaustion from having sex for well over twenty-four hours took over and put them into a coma-like sleep.


Waking up in someone else's arms was surreal for Rachel but not as surreal as it was to do so naked. She stared at Quinn's sleeping face and found herself comparing the girl to an angel as she began tracing the girl's cheek with her finger. She was rewarded with a smile and soon enough, sleepy eyes opened and Rachel felt a pair of lips press softly against hers.

"Good morning," Quinn said, snuggling closer to Rachel, the movement causing her to become acutely aware of the fact that there wasn't a stitch of clothing between their naked bodies.

"Good morning indeed," Rachel said, unable to believe he had just had sex with Quinn Fabray and how much she actually liked it. Even more, mind-blowing, her body seemed ready to go again. She wondered if Quinn was up to another round but she wondered how to go about asking if she wanted sex.

"Penny for your thoughts," Quinn said with a flushed grin.

"I was wondering... do you feel... I dunno... like... Wanna go again before breakfast?"

That day passed almost similar to the last, they stopped to eat, they took a shower but they didn't exactly leave the bed for much else.

"I think this is something that's not going away anytime soon," Quinn said, indicating their naked bodies and the overwhelming desire that seemed to have fallen upon them. "I thought by now we'd get tired of each other but..."

Rachel knew what she was saying and she was just as concerned but thought nothing of it as she proposed an idea.

"Look, if we keep up at this rate, we'll never leave the room. What I'm about to propose is crazy but it could work. We do... whatever it is we're doing for the rest of the summer and explore... It'll be like dating... except at the end of this trip, we return home as though nothing happened and move on once and for all."

"So, what happens in Barcelona stays in Barcelona," Quinn repeated, mulling over the idea with intrigue and weariness. "Then we go back to our lives and nobody needs to know about what happened between us."

"Exactly. We can be each other's summer experiment," Rachel said grinning at the idea of spending more time like this with Quinn.

The two sealed the deal with another fun evening before calling it a night.

The next few weeks involved a pattern emerging; they'd wake up, get dressed and explore new parts of Barcelona together. They found they had more in common than they knew and as they got to know each other on a more personal level, they found that they enjoyed spending more and more time together.

Soon, they knew each other's interests and tastes in music. They had discussed their past and what they wanted to do in the future. They were beginning to know each other in a way no one else did and it was exhilarating and a bit nerve-racking. Rachel knew Quinn had enough ammo to make her senior year a nightmare but she still didn't care because the feeling of holding Quinn, having sex with Quinn and talking to Quinn would be worth anything the idiots at school could throw her way.

But they didn't spend all of their time together; Rachel would go off and spend days with her father's and Quinn would go off and do something by herself. A couple of times, Quinn's parents took her to dinner and she would return to the hotel room wearing a new pair of earrings or a bracelet.

Though they didn't spend all of their days together, they did spend their evenings together and those evenings became better and better with each passing night as they learnt more and more about what the other liked and was hesitant to try. But there was also a night or two where they didn't have sex at all and they just laid in each other's arms, content to simply hold each other, feeling their hearts beating together as one.

"Come on, Rachel; let's go to the beach," Quinn said, grabbing Rachel from the bed and turning her iPod onto a song. They had been sitting in the hotel most of the morning chatting away when they realised it was a stunning day outside, not a cloud in the sky.

The beach was rather crowded, so they searched for a more private place to enjoy each other's presence. After several minutes of walking, they found the noise of the crowd died almost completely. The small clearing they stood in was magnificent and unlike anything Rachel had ever seen before. It had such a beautiful view of the water but was almost completely cut off from the people at the beach.

"This is beautiful," Quinn said softly as she kissed Rachel.

"Mm, not as beautiful as you," Rachel heard herself whisper.

"I believe the real beauty is you," Quinn replied, staring deeply into Rachel's eyes before they began kissing once again. Before either of them could react, a flurry of want, desire and need took over both girls.

"Quinn, you want to try something?"

"Mmhmm, what?"

"Did you bring a towel?" Rachel asked suddenly, making Quinn's eyebrows quirk with a question clear on her face but instead of stating her question she nodded.

"Yes... but, why?"

"Sex on the beach," Rachel said, knowing she could possibly come to regret doing something so... crazy but her heart was racing and she could feel lust pouring from her veins and she could see it in Quinn's eyes too.

"Sex on the beach? Are you sure you're Rachel Berry? We could get caught!"

"But doesn't that make it more fun?" Rachel said, quickly finding the spot on Quinn's neck that drove her completely mad. After a bit of nibbling and whispering, they had sex on the beach. There was something so thrilling and daring about the act that seemed to make it more fun. They didn't go for hours, just long enough to blow some stream and they spent a few hours cuddled together watching the waves roll by; still unable to believe what they had just done and where.

"Do you want to go dancing tonight?" Rachel asked suddenly, remembering they had theme dances downstairs ad she wanted to go to one of them.

"Okay."

"God, have I told you how beautiful you are in the sunlight?" Rachel said as she studied the way the sun bounced off Quinn's skin and hair.

"Not as beautiful as you," Quinn replied with a smile as she kissed Rachel's face tenderly causing butterflies to rupture across her belly.

As they made their way back to the hotel, they held hands and talked excitedly to each other about the dance that would be happening at the lounge. It wasn't anything fancy, just something that happened once in a while so the guests would mix and mingle.

"Ah, if it isn't my favourite Pareja," the waiter called when they passed through to grab a bite to eat. "Young love; such a beautiful thing."

"Tony, you flatterer," Rachel said with a chuckle as she accepted two bottles of water and their food before sitting at the table with Quinn. Quinn was sighing contently as she ran her hand up Rachel's thigh. It was things like this she was going to miss once they returned home.

As they made their way to Rachel's room, they took a second to appreciate the view from the window. Watching the sunset over the beach filled Rachel with contentment and made her relax and when she felt Quinn's snake around her waist and pull her into an embrace, she could feel her heart skipping several beats. This moment was perfect, watching the sunset in Quinn's arms, resting their heads against one another.

Their time in Barcelona was coming to an end and Rachel found herself wishing she could stay in Barcelona forever with Quinn because upon arriving back in America, their 'relationship' or whatever it was would be over. But the agreement had been made and if they remained together in America, they'd have to answer questions and Rachel found herself scared to think about answering so many uncertain and awkward questions.

This meant she was bisexual, right? Ugh, this thinking about labelling herself was stressful and she decided instead to focus on the moment and what she felt for Quinn.

Dancing with Quinn downstairs had been amazing; she had never been good at ballroom dancing but something about dancing like that in Quinn's arms made the motions almost effortless because she was too busy staring into Quinn's eyes to over analyze her own dancing. In fact, it wasn't even until they received applause that Rachel even remembered that the rest of the world even existed.

She could feel three words lingering on her tongue but she knew she had to bite them back because if she said them, it would make their separation even harder than it had to be.

They danced until somewhat past midnight when they made their way back to Rachel's room and fell asleep in each other's arms after a night of amazing sex. They almost went all night but they would have a long trip back to America if they didn't get some sleep.

They kissed one last time in the privacy of Rachel's hotel room before Rachel's dads came to bring her to the airport.

"I'm going to miss this," Rachel sighed into Quinn's shoulder, breathing in the smell of the blonde's hair.

"Me too. It just won't be the same waking up without you in my arms," Quinn sighed, her grip tight around Rachel's body as though she was terrified to let go.

"Tell you what; if we're up to it, we can come back next summer and do it all over again," Rachel said, knowing that would give her something to look forward to.

"Mm, I'd like that. Maybe we can have sex on the beach again when we come back," Quinn whispered, her body shaking as Rachel felt a tear hit her shoulder.

"Quinn, I know we can't continue this when we return home but do you think we could at least be friends?"

Quinn's flight was scheduled to leave a few hours after Rachel's which was probably for the best because she didn't know if she could get through the flight without hold and touching Quinn; her fathers would recognise the blonde girl and she still wasn't ready to answer such questions about her sexuality and who she was attracted to. Not that it was necessary to do so because in a few days, she'd be back in America and back in Finn's arms.


Arriving home was pretty dull compared to arriving in Barcelona; it was the same street she'd always lived on and the same house.

She was happy to be home and happier to be in her own room but there was a dull ache as she remembered Quinn would not be in her bed tonight or any more for that matter.

"So, you look like you got some action while you were in paradise," Santayana said after a few minutes of analysing Rachel's face and overall posture. Thankfully, the Latina had waited until Rachel's fathers were gone before asking but Rachel still felt her jaw drop at the bluntness of the question and because she didn't know how to answer it.

There's no point in telling anyone what happened between Quinn and I because it will raise unnecessary questions and there was nothing to tell. Not anymore.

"I don't know what you're talking about; I have a boyfriend here so why would I have sex there?" Rachel said, doing her best to keep her voice even and use her usual tone when addressing things she found ridiculous to even talk about. "Besides, I was too busy to even think about boys while I was there." Fucking your best friend.

"Okay, Berry. Whatever you say. Are you ready for school tomorrow?"

"No, I'd rather be by the beach sipping cocktails," Rachel said honestly, immediately remembering the times she and Quinn did just that as they snuggled up on the beach, holding each other close as they watched couples walking and children playing in the sand. Even better was the showers they would take after lying in the sand.

"Ooh, got a favourite cocktail?"

Rachel found herself blushing despite herself because she did have a favourite and it was still awkward for her to say the name of the drink without blushing.

"Sex on the Beach is fantastic but its a bit awkward to order it but it's mixture is sweet and wonderful," Rachel said, blushing as she remembered that she and Quinn still played Rock Paper Scissors to decide who would order the cocktail. "But Cosmos are nice too but a little bit tart, so I only drank those once in a while.."

Santana stared at Rachel for a few seconds, clearly not having expected Rachel to list off alcoholic drinks but her features showed that what she'd said had given the Latino a bit of admiration.

"Look at you, Berry. Drinking on the beach; I would have never expected it from you. Did you do anything else that would shock me?"

Besides having sex with your best friend?

"Not really; I went to the beach, I danced, hung out with my dad's, seen some nice restaurants and conversed with the locals in horrible broken Spanish," Rachel said chuckling. "But I think I got better and I didn't say anything that appeared to anger or I didn't offend anyone but I got some strange looks the one time I asked for cheese in my coffee. Hopefully, I can go back next summer, it was beautiful."

"That's hilarious; I can help you with your Spanish if you're actually serious about going back," Santana said, with a shrug. "It's the least I can do after everything you've done for me."

"Sounds great..."

"Girls! Dinner's ready!"

"So, how's Brittney?"

Dinner that night had been talking about Barcelona and Santayana pretending her girlfriend hadn't in fact spent the entire month staying in the house with her. Everyone at the table knew it had happened but they let it go because the house was still standing and it didn't appear as though they'd gotten up to anything harmful.

"I'm going to crash for the night; watch a movie until I fall asleep. Are you driving to school tomorrow?" Rachel asked Santana.

"Yeah, I'm driving. I'll be leaving at seven though for Cheerio practice," Santana said before disappearing into her room.

Rachel made her way into her own room and changed into her pyjamas, doing a little dance as she changed out of the clothes, humming a song. She'd gotten her PJ bottoms on when she heard a chuckle from her bed and upon seeing Quinn crawling in her window, she couldn't help but let out a startled cry before she realised who it was.

"Rachel, is everything okay? Why did you scream like that?" Santana called.

"I'm fine. I thought I saw a spider; it was a hairball."

Before she even uttered a word to the gorgeous blonde on her bed, she turned on the television and turned the volume up a little bit higher than she usually kept it and hopefully it would be enough to cover over the whispering that was about to happen.

"What are you doing here?" Rachel whispered almost frantically. "Our deal..."

"I know our deal but I had to see you again. We'll go back to normal tomorrow at school," Quinn whispered, wrapping her arms around Rachel's neck as she began sucking and nibbling at Rachel's neck, sending waves of pleasure and shudders of excitement through her body.

"I I don't kn-know if this is a g-good id-dea," Rachel barely managed as her knees went weak as the blonde goddess worked miracles with her tongue on Rachel's through in a clear demonstration of what she was going to do with it on her other body parts.

Or at least those were the words that were coming out of her mouth as she found herself removing Quinn's shift and running her hands along her breasts.

"One last time, Rachel... Just one last time," Quinn said as she lowered Rachel onto her bed and despite logic saying this was a bad idea and a clean break was the way to go, Rachel found herself nodding to the girl's words as she found her mind slowly succumbing to the girl's glorious tongue movements on her throat.

"F-fine, one last time but we're going to need to be quiet. Santana's room is next to mine and my parents are down the hall. A TV can only cover so much..."

And as she gave into the girl's whims, she knew she was going to come to regret allowing this to happen but right then, she couldn't bring herself to care about the long term consequences or even the immediate consequences if Santana or one of her fathers was to walk in on them in the middle of sex. In fact, she found the rush of doing so in such a risky setting to be most exciting than sex on the beach. It wasn't romantic because of how had they had to work to muffle their... excitement but it was still thrilling.

No, none of that mattered because, for that night, it was just Quinn and Rachel for one last time...