WITHOUT YOU

Summary: Quinn and Rachel have been in love and dating for years, but when something feels like missing...will love be enough?

A/N: I got this idea watching a few scenes of a movie, that someone might recognize or not, and thought of turning it into a short Faberry fic. I am perfectly aware that I have other fics to finish, but when the "muse" strikes you cannot let it go!

Warning: G!P Quinn, don't like it...don't read it.

Let me know what you think...should I go on? Should I go back to write something else?

CHAPTER 1

The brunette singer was slowly sipping from her champagne glass, staring down at the city below and around her. New York was still shining bright with its strong lights, that created a surreal atmosphere and glow in the dark and cloudy night. Leaning against the balcony rail, she took in a deep breath and finished the remaining lukewarm champagne in her glass. Her career had finally taken off in the right direction. She was the new raising star on Broadway and, despite some harsher reviews - she was getting one role after another. It was everything she had always wanted and dreamt of but, somehow, she felt something was still missing. She was 29 and living her dream, but she still missed another kind of commitment in her own personal life. A life commitment that she had been proposed to when she was too young and inexperienced to appreciate, other than it being with a guy who was not even right for her.

"Marc was asking for you, is everything okay babe?" Soft hands were placed on her bare arms, rubbing up and down to provide some warmth against the rigid temperature of the night.

"I just needed a moment, success can get suffocating you know?" Rachel looked over her shoulder at her girlfriend of almost 5 years, whom she had known since they were in high school opaying frenemies over the same undeserving guy.

"I know, Rach, that is why you looked so lost in your thoughts?" Quinn placed a kiss below her earlobe and slipped her arms loosely around her girlfriend from behind. "If you want to get out of here, you just need to say a word and I will fake sickness or even a seizure if needed." She chuckled and earned a small smile from the petite brunette, who turned in her arms and kisses her gently.

"You are a great actress, Quinn, but not that good to fake a seizure and that excuse is so old. My daddy wanted to fake one, to stop my wedding to Finn in high school." She slipped her own arms around the taller girl's neck and brushed their lips together for another soft kiss.

"Well, it took you good sense and my accident to effectively put an end to that idiocy. Weddings are so overrated, especially in high school." The blonde chuckled to herself, missing the somber look om her girlfriend's smile after hearing her words. "Do you want to go back inside? I would not want you risking your voice and having Marc becoming all whiney about it." She grabbed the brunette's hand and tugged her back inside.

Two hours later, Rachel was sitting on their shared couch while Quinn was changing in some more comfortable clothes. The brunette had just taken her heels off and bunched her dress up enough to be sitting comfortably on the couch, while playing the messages left in their answering machine.

The first two messages were from her Dad who, after his husband's loss, had become more affectionate with his only daughter and never failed to remind her how proud of her he was. Leroy had always been the less affectionate between her parents, but losing Hiram made him re-evaluate their relationship, treasuring every moment in their life until he could.

The last message from her first cousin, who was still living in Lima and, apparently, was getting married to her High School sweetheart in three months. She sighed in deeply and looked towards the bedroom she shared with Quinn, with a longing glare. She did not doubt Quinn's love for her, but she really wanted to get an official statement that bounded them for a long time. She wanted to show people how she was completely taken and devoted to the blonde in the other room, who was definitely not on the same wave length.

"Do you want a cup of tea, baby?" Quinn lifted her hair up in a loose ponytail and padded toward the kitchen, barefeet and with just a NYADA sweatshirt on.

"Yes, please." Rachel called out, still lost in her thoughts. She could not believe that her cousin was getting married before she was. Standing up, she walked toward her girlfriend who was busying herself making tea for both of them. "Jessica is getting married to Devon, in June." She sat at the breakfast counter and stared back at the blonde, bracing herself for another abrasive comment on the idiocy of such a ritual.

"Sounds lovely, Devon is a good guy i think." Quinn sent her a warm smile and sat two mugs down, adding some honey in her own. "I think I could make a couple of days to fly with you back home, are you going to be a bridesmaid?" The blonde looked up at the brunette, who went from shocked to frowing in a bunch of seconds. "What's wrong?"

"Are you even daring to ask me what is wrong? Seriously, Lucy?!" Rachel slammed both palms down on the marble counter, out of frustration. "Why is it lovely? Shouldn't it be stupid and totally useless? You don't believe in marriage and yet you find this one lovely? Or maybe, is just our wedding huh? Do you think that marrying me would be so useless and stupid? If yes, then why are we even in this relationship if it is not going nowhere?" She almost shouted in the blonde's face, who rounded the counter and cupped her face in her hands.

"I never thought that marrying you would be useless or stupid, Rachel, nor I will ever think that about us. I love you and I want to live to make you happy, but I don't see the point of marriages as this big validation of someone's love for someone else. It is just a certificate that says you are legally bound to someone else, but does it affect or make your love more valuable? Not really." The blonde brushed her thumbs over the girl's reddened cheeks and stared down into her chocolate orbs. "You and Mercedes are best friends but do not feel the need to have a certificate that says that. Weddings are big rituals that attract money and actually cheapened the value of a relationship. People get married and divorced and married again, just because they can. I want you, for the rest of my life. We have a happy life right?"

"Yes, we have." Rachel nodded and dropped her forehead against her girlfriend's strong shoulder, who kissed her temple and held her a little tighter. "I love you, Quinn"

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When Rachel woke up, she felt her girlfriend's body spooning her from behind and her warm breath hitting the back of her exposed neck. She did not have to go to the theater for another three hours, so she could finally enjoying a morning in with her lover. Turning around, she brushed her nose up and down the blonde's neck, who mumbled in her sleep and just tugged her inwardly closer to her,

The brunette's hand trailed along the length of her side, slipping under the hem of her NYADA borrowed shirt to take purchase of the soft pale skin underneath. The scent of her skin filled her nostrils, while her fingers danced along her narrow hipbone and playfully fumbled with the hem of her sleeping boxers. While her nose kept on brushing below Quinn's earlobe, she could not help but go back to the conversation they had in the kitchen, just few days before. The blonde's words made perfectly sense but was it so bad to want a wedding anyway?

Was it bad of her to want something that Quinn did not agree with? Was it fair that they both wanted different things about their future, despite the outcome being together? The final goal was the same, but they had clearly different ideas on how to get there. What if they were just forcing each other to compromise or just settle?

"I can feel you are thinking, even when I am half asleep and your hand is up my shirt." Quinn opened her hazel eyes and stared at her, with a puzzled and worried look.

"I don't...I can't stop thinking about what we talked about two nights ago." Rachel sighed and tucked her head under her chin, gripping her shirt from the inside.

"I am sorry if I can't give you what you seem to want so much from us." The blonde kisses the top of her head and tucked the blankets around their bodies, feeling the temperature in the room dropping so abruptly for them. "I always thought love would be enough, you know?" Quinn tilted her head upwards and placed a lingering kiss on her lips.

"I thought so too, but I want more...it does not feel like it is enough anymore. It feels like something is missing and it is what I always hoped to find, once I would have achieved my career goals." The brunette's lips were trembling and her eyes were getting moist with tears.

"So, I guess...I guess I am not making you as happy as I thought I was." The Yale graduate placed a soft kiss on each eye, before moving backwards to leave the bed and, probably, pack some of her stuff too. Although, Rachel gripped on her shirt and closed her mouth with hers, pinning her back against the bed.

One more time...one more last time...

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"Honey, what happened?" Mercedes sat across from the brunette, with a hot mug of coffee sitting in fromt of them both.

"We are taking a break to figure out what we want from each other and this relationship. I always wanted a big white wedding, Mercedes. I wanted my Daddies walking me down the aisle, toward the person that I love the most in my whole life. But Quinn...gosh, I love her so much it hurts but she does not want a wedding, she does not even believe in that and God know she won't go against this belief of hers." She sighed and looked outside. "I am not one of those exceptions, you know. One of those girls who get married to their partners after 10 years of dating each other. I am one of the rules. If she is making me wait, it is because she does not want to marry ME"

"Rach, that girl has gone against so many beliefs in her life that we all lost count. She was raised by Christian parents who mistreated her for her gender identity and who barely talk to her since you two started dating, because you are Jewish too. She could have chosen to "honor" them but she chose you. You are definitely someone she makes a lot of exceptions for. She might be stubborn and so unreadable. sometimes, but If there is something I am sure of is that she loves you with everything she has,"

"But it is not enough..." Rachel sighed and closed her eyes, fighting the memories of their last night together out of her mind.

[FLASHBACK]

Quinn's lips trailed along the valley of her breasts, nipping at the small beads of sweat that had pooled there before running the flat over her tongue over it, in a soothing way. The blonde's body was hovering hers, not fully lying on her but still making sure to graze and caress the most sensitive parts with her owns. Rachel's back arched off the mattress, gripping the sheets with one hand and the girl's hair with the other. Fingers tangled into short locks, tugging and holding onto that safe grip that kept her from just grinding against her partner, to relieve herself from the tension pooled in her lower regions.

"I love your taste...how much I will miss you." Quinn mumbled against the brunette's nipple, gently nipping at the erect nub as her hands caressed her hips, palming the outside of her quivering thighs.

"Don't…" The singer almost sobbed and closed her eyes, fighting the tears that were threatening to fall. Her left hand loosened its grip around the now-crumbled bedsheets, to move between their bodies and palm the strong erection that her soon-to-be ex was sporting. Her nimble fingers played with the tip of her wet member, spreading more of that natural lubrication along its length till she reached the sensitive base.

"Fuck, you are going to make me come…" Quinn grunted and dropped her forehead against her shoulder, breathing in deeply to stop herself from gushing too soon. Her own fingers trailed along the inside of Rachel's thighs, spreading them further apart to make room for her own body.

"Kiss me, Quinn.." Rachel breathed out with a moan, at the feeling of the girl's strong fingers glide along her folds, spreading them and exposing her to the cooler air of the room. The stimulation over her core was going so painfully slow, that she almost wanted to yell at her to "get on with it" but when the actress slipped inside of her - with all of "herself" - she could only moan.

The blonde's mouth closed over hers, languidly moving her lips against hers while her lower body thrusted down against hers to slip in and out at a very different pace. Their hips slammed and almost rubbed too hard against each other, while their tongues chased one another in a slow and passionate way. Fingers laced against the pillows, the same ones that carried both their scents after having been slept on for so long. The same ones that one of them would probably hold onto, when the other one would be gone.

Quinn's body fully lied on top of the brunette, whose feet were planted onto the mattress to leverage herself and meet each thrust with the same intensity. The mattress squeaked under the weight and the strength behind each movement of their naked framed. The headboard kept slamming back and forth against the wall behind them, following the rhythm of Quinn's thrusts inside Rachel.

They both could feel their shared release approaching. A release that could have brought physical relief to them, along with the knowledge of their time coming to an end - at least for a while. The singer mustered some strength to roll them over and pin the blonde to the bed, rubbing her bouncing breasts together as she undulated her hips back and forth. The head of the girl's member pushed hard against her spot, making her walls tighten harder and toes curl in pleasure. With one final thrust, she threw her head back and screamed out, breaking the silence of the early morning while her walls fluttered around the thrusting member pumping in and out of her.

Quinn gripped both of her hips, steadying her as she tumbled down the edge of pleasure herself releasing her excitement inside the brunette with one hard final thrust. Both their frames kept on moving to ride out their shared "high" before collapsing back against the bed, panting and holding onto the last moments as much as they could before parting ways.

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When Quinn opened the door of her apartment, she was not surprised to find one of her closest friends on the other side, holding a pack of six beers and a Yankees jersey shirt in the other one. She rolled her eyes at him, but let Sam inside her apartment before closing the door behind them with a soft thud. Her apartment was a mess of paint cans and working tools, but at least she could take her mind off the temporary break with Rachel.

"I gather Mercedes sent you here to check on me, huh?" Quinn grabbed one of the beers and opened it against the coffee table, before throwing the cap on the floor.

"Can't a friend just come visit his best friend and see if they need help with the renewal of their apartment?" Sam shrugged and sat against the couch, on the floor, while looking around the work in progress. "How long will it take you to redecorate everything? Months?" He chuckled and inched closer to the blonde girl, before moving away and waving his hand in front of his nose. "Gosh, Quinn, when was the last time you showered? You stink, girl" He frowned at her.

"I haven't been shooting anything lately, so I just locked myself here and worked on this. I have time at my disposal and it's not like my girlfriend won't touch me, if I jump in the shower or not." The girl sighed and gulped half of her beer down, trying not to think too much about her ex but it was impossible to. "How is Rachel doing?"

"Mercedes told me she has been flying back and forth to Ohio for her cousin's funeral.." He turned the TV on and skipped through the channels finding the Baseball match.

"Funeral?" Quinn looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a puzzled look.

"Darn it. I meant wedding…I don't know why I said that." He chuckled at himself, aware of the serious Freudian slip that said enough about what he actually thought of weddings.

"Rachel and I fought about that wedding thing again...do you think I am wrong when I think that weddings are not really that meaningful or useful?" Quinn turned to the other blonde, who muted the game and looked back at her.

"There are people who think weddings are just about missing chances, you know? For a guy or a girl, it could mean putting an end to all the other people you could have had. Instead, you choose to spend the rest of your life with one person and only that. Weddings are like a constraint to freedom." He muttered, mostly to himself, knowing his wife wouldn't be too happy about what he just revealed.

"I don't want anyone but Rachel, Sam. I don't even look around for someone else, cause I am perfectly happy with what I have or had with her." The blonde girl shook her head and just leaned back against the couch.

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