A/N - So I tend to plan in advance and since I knew how packed my travel schedule was, I wrote this a few months back. It's a continuation of the My Future In Your Hands universe. Hope you enjoy it.

Wisdom, Power, Fame & Love

Fame, wisdom, love, and power were mine,

And health and youth possessed me;

My goblets blushed from every vine,

And lovely forms caressed me;

I sunned my heart in beauty' eyes,

And felt my soul grow tender;

All earth can give, or mortal prize,

Was mine of regal splendour.

Lord Byron

It's a beautiful summer day in LA, the wind lightly blowing at her skirt. The sun seems too bright and she feels the heat on her arms as their linked hands swing back and forth. They're walking almost aimlessly although she knows how this should end. She shields her eyes with her free hand and feels a tug on her other as she turns to face her companion, stepping closer, a smile tugging the side of her mouth as she finally looks up at him.

Rachel feels his breath on her cheek, knowing that if she just moves a fraction of an inch, his lips will capture hers. His hand is already splayed across her back, cocooning her body. So she shifts slightly as his head bends down and their lips meet.

She pushes forward slightly even as his hand tightens around her, pulling her in such that she can feel the bristles on his cheek. Her low moan captured between their bodies. Her eyes shut when his hands tangle in her hair, only opening when he breaks the kiss, his hands now cupping her face, his breath ghosting over her.

"I love you."

Her eyes widen as her breath hitches and she stills, before a wide smile finally breaks out. Rachel's hands going around his neck to pull him down for another kiss as he lifts her small frame up, her legs curling around him.

"Cut"

The director's loud voice signaling the end of the scene as Rachel pushes back from Troy's embrace, stepping away as quickly as she can and resisting the urge to wipe her mouth even as her eyes scan the area, looking for the one person she needs to see.

"Hey, that was pretty good." Troy Callen can see that Rachel's uncomfortable but it doesn't faze him as long as she continues to act the way she has, in front of the camera. He needs this and he knows it'll help her career as well.

The script was brilliant and they looked great together, it was a match made in Hollywood heaven. "C'mon Rach, don't be like that." His voice is cajoling even as his eyes harden at her utter disregard for his show of friendship.

Rachel finally spots Quinn, leaning against the craft services table, her arms crossed and sunglasses shading her beautiful hazel eyes. It's the one thing that Rachel misses and her fallen expression immediately produces a response from Quinn as she pushes up her glasses to the top of her head and smiles directly at Rachel.

She misses most of Troy's words but feels his fingers tug on her arm even as Quinn's expression darkens and she pushes herself from the table and starts to stride towards them, her expression calm but her jaw tightening.

"Rach." His voice takes on a different tone that finally catches Rachel's attention even as his pull on her arm strengthens.

"I have nothing to say to you, Troy. We're filming a movie together, we're not friends so don't make me regret my decision. I am choosing to be here in my professional capacity so please respect my personal space." She sees his eyes narrow and a sneer form on his face.

"Don't flatter yourself, sweetheart." He bites the last word out as he steps closer to her only to feel a hand on his chest forcefully pushing him back.

"Back off." Quinn's voice is low, almost a growl as she steps between Troy and Rachel. Her other hand is already fisted and she really wants to punch him, disregarding the fact that it's her surgical hand. Only she feels Rachel's hand on her back and it calms her down but she still does not move as she blocks him from Rachel. She sees his jaw tighten but he does not say anything, instead choosing to turn and stalk away.

Quinn sighs before she takes Rachel's hand and leads her to the trailers parked at the end of the road. She hates everything about LA, the traffic, the fake tans and even more fake smiles and she misses New York and her work and her patients at the hospital. However, this recent encounter showed that Rachel needed her here.

When Rachel had first broached the subject of doing a movie, she had been thrilled. The script was perfect and Rachel had been looking for a new challenge. Her album had gone platinum and she was still inundated with offers for different Broadway shows new ones as well as the revivals but nothing had grabbed her attention until Marcie brought her the script to read.

The part seemed like it was written specifically with Rachel in mind and it had been. A mutual director friend of both Rachel and Troy's had written it. And at Troy's urging, he had sent it to Marcie and called Rachel, imploring her to accept the part.

Rachel had fallen in love with the characterizations on the page and the story, seeing herself in the female lead and had wanted to say yes almost immediately only finally confirming after talking to Quinn because they were married and she wanted Quinn's opinion.

The story of a single mom, teaching in a third rate college and forming a state winning chorale team resonated with her. She also falls in love with the young caretaker who has Asperger's and it ends on a bitter sweet note with her moving to New York for a better job for the sake of her family, leaving her love behind.

She didn't realize that Troy had been cast as the caretaker until she flew into LA three weeks ago. He had shown up smug and defiant, telling her that there was no one else who could match her and regardless of their past, their chemistry always came through onscreen. She had wanted to vehemently deny that fact even though it was true.

He was a prick but he was a really good actor and despite her reservations, she knew that they did look good together. She had called Quinn then, distraught and almost ready to fly back. It had been Quinn's patient, calm voice that helped her work though what she really wanted.

"So just answer my questions and we'll work through this." Quinn can hear Rachel's uncertainty flow through but she also knows how much Rachel loves the script and story. She hadn't seen her that excited since Christmas when Quinn surprised her with a visit from Shelby and Beth.

"Do you like the director and the script?" Rachel nods at Quinn's question and finally answers it.

"Yes."

"You're a phenomenal actress." She smiles at Quinn's proclamation.

"I don't hear a question." She answers back, knowing that Quinn means every word and she feels heat infuse her entire being as she recalls Quinn whispering those words and more while her hands and lips traced a path over her body.

"Can you act like you're in love with..Troy on screen even if he is a complete and utter asshole." Quinn had paused on Troy's name, venom dripping from her voice and it makes Rachel smile go even wider.

"Yes, I can although…" Rachel knows that she should not feel embarrassed or frighten in stating her need. However, Quinn was a surgeon, someone with so many responsibilities and she was brilliant at her job. She saved so many lives and worked tirelessly to improve all her patients' lives.

She didn't want to come across as selfish in monopolizing Quinn's time to just hang around on set while she acted in a movie that she truly thought could get her an academy award nomination but it was still just a movie nonetheless.

"There's a redeye flight to LA every Friday. I can take a flight back Sunday evening." She's already booked the tickets and arranged her surgical schedule. It was going to be hectic on her but Rachel was worth it. She would always be worth it.

"I can't ask you to do that." Rachel looks down at the ring on her left hand, knowing that she didn't need to say the words because Quinn always just knew. She could tell when Rachel had a bad day or was feeling less than the star she was. And she would get dessert from Cocoa V and feed it to her as they laid in bed tangled in each other or that one time when she flew Shelby and Beth out because her dads had gone on a cruise instead of spending Christmas with them.

"You're not asking and I'm the one telling you that I will be there tomorrow morning." She can hear Rachel's relieved sigh over the phone and she smiles. "I love you." The proclamation never said often enough in her mind.

Quinn pushes open the trailer door and guides Rachel inside, both still not saying anything although Rachel can see that Quinn is still angry from her encounter with Troy as her fingers curl and uncurl as if itching to hit something or more appropriately some one.

"He's always been a jerk." Rachel says the words as she goes to the small kitchen to make some coffee for the both of them. She's not a great cook but somehow, Quinn loves the way she makes coffee. What she finally figured out was that Quinn liked her coffee but loved the way she would have to reach up to the top most cupboards, standing on her toes almost at pointe, her shirt riding up her back to reach the glasses and beans.

Quinn would stare at her as she measured out the beans, her tongue slightly sticking out at the corner of her mouth as she poured the water. For the life of her, Quinn just considered the whole thing sexy and from that revelation on, she would always insist that the cups and beans be placed on the topmost shelf wherever she stayed.

"What did he say to you?" Quinn modulates her tone, not wanting to show Rachel how angry she feels, not at her but at Troy and how he had grabbed Rachel's hand after the scene. It was obvious that Rachel had stepped away from him, wanting to reclaim her personal space but apparently, he couldn't take the hint.

Quinn feels her mouth go dry when she notices the expanse of Rachel's skin as she reaches up towards the open cupboard. Her eyes trailing down Rachel's body, marveling at how long her legs seem to look especially when she went en pointe.

"You know what?" Quinn moves forward, her hands trapping Rachel at the counter, as she finds Rachel's pulse point with her lips.

"What?" Rachel's eyes close as she feels Quinn's body press against hers. Her hands land on top of Quinn's, holding them even as she feels Quinn's tongue exploring her neck.

"I want to show you just how much I love you." Quinn stresses the one word, knowing that it's their only truth.

Rachel turns around then, capturing Quinn's lips, her fingers already hard at work undoing the buttons on Quinn's light blue shirt, pushing the fabric off her shoulders, replacing it with kisses as she works her way down Quinn's body.

She feels Quinn's hands in her hair as she places one last kiss on Quinn's lower abdomen before Quinn gently lifts her up, her legs curling around Quinn's waist. The lost of contact causing her to moan but it's soon replaced with a sweeter sensation when Quinn carries her to the small bedroom and straddles her on the bed.

This time, she takes her time in undoing Rachel's buttons, placing a kiss after each button is undone and she does not stop as she pulls Rachel's skirt up, her finger trailing up her thigh causing Rachel to moan again, Quinn's name on her lips.

She feels the wetness coat her fingers and needs a taste as she kisses her way down. The swirl of her tongue causing Rachel to see stars as the brunette whispers her name again. She feels Rachel's hip gently rock forward , Rachel's hand reaches for hers, joining together as Rachel's body shivers, so close to the edge.

"I love you." The words softly spoken but resonating as her body shudders in climax. She will never be able to fully articulate just how important Quinn is to her. How she feels like she's invincible, beautiful, better because the blond is with her, by her side.

She would never have believed that they belonged together if someone had told her in high school, how they would finally end up together. However, Rachel knows that they really do complete each other and she's more than grateful that Quinn had taken a chance with her when she had gone for the first consult.

Quinn pulls herself up and holds onto Rachel, her body in tuned with the brunette's as she feels her heart rate pick up and heat pooling to her centre when Rachel's hand traces a path down her body, stopping at the dip at the small of her back.

Rachel's teeth graze her bottom lip even as her fingertips rake downwards leaving a tingling trail that makes Quinn shiver in anticipation. They're kissing as Rachel's fingers enter Quinn, causing the blond to gasp slightly before her hands pull Rachel closer, wanting as much contact as possible, skin on skin. Feeling Rachel without and within, experiencing something so divine.

The encounter always leaving Quinn feeling fully sated but nevertheless it still feels like the first time to Quinn, how her body reacts to Rachel's soft touches and her talented fingers. She just can't get enough of Rachel Berry, her voice, her smile, everything about her that makes her unique and amazing.

She feels like she's weightless all of a sudden before feeling like she's falling, only it's exhilarating because she's sheltered by Rachel, protected, loved. It's an all consuming sensation that she will never tire of. She does not lose herself though because Rachel is there to anchor her. The pleasure she feels magnified by love and the emotional link she feels to Rachel.

They're so lost with each other that they don't hear the creak of the front steps of the trailer. The box placed by the door not to be discovered until much later. It's contents to be fretted upon only after Quinn flew back to New York.

End Part 1

So as usual, my question is should I continue with this?