Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the story line.
Quinn was currently jogging up the steps to the school entrance. Cursing under her breath for sleeping in, she pushed open the doors of William McKinley High School and rushed to the auditorium where she knows the orientation for the beginning of the school year is being held. You can only imagine how confused she was when she woke up alone that morning and no one bothered to wake her up on the first day of her senior year.
I'm Quinn Fabray, let me tell you a little more than just my name. I'm 18 years old.A senior at William McKinley High School. I have blonde hair and hazel green eyes. I'm on the school track team and one of the best… Hm, okay, maybe I am the best, I am the captain after all. -Insert smug smile here-
When she finally got there, she was thankful to see that her best friends, Santana and Brittany were sitting in the back, away from the other Cheerios. Brittany smiled widely at her while Santana simply acknowledged her presence with a nod. Their principal was walking up the stage so, she hurriedly sat beside them before he reaches the podium.
So, these are my two best friends, Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce. The three of us totally rule this school, I mean, we were even dubbed a nickname; The Unholy Trinity. How cool is that? Well, anyway, I've known Santana since forever since our parents are, like, best friends even before we were born. And we met Brittany in the middle of elementary school when they moved here in Lima during third grade. Both of them are part of the Cheerios, the school's cheerleading team. Why you ask, am I not a part of the Cheerios? Well, you see, I have a huge secret… Okay, maybe two.
Principal Figgins was speaking on the microphone and was saying things the students couldn't care less about. Brittany turned to Quinn, already bored with the speech their principal was giving "Why were you late?"
"For some reason, my alarm didn't go off and no one woke me up this morning," Quinn explained with a shrug.
Santana eyed her strangely for a minute, she gazed down at Quinn's clothes. Santana narrowed her eyes before asking, "Where's your necklace?"
You see, I wasn't born' normally', like other girls were. I have a little something down there that shouldn't really be there, if you know what I mean. -wink-
"What?" Quinn asked dumbly as she felt through her chest for the jewelry in question. Her eyes widened when she realized it wasn't there.
As for my other secret…
"I am pleased to say that we will be getting a new faculty member this year." All three of them turned their attention back to the stage when Figgins announced this in his monotonous voice.
Quinn's heart started beating faster when another figure went up the stage. She couldn't take her eyes off the woman.
"Please welcome your new History/Music teacher, Rachel Berry." The indian man introduced
Quinn couldn't help but smile when her eyes connected with the teacher and it's like their the only ones in the auditorium when Rachel started speaking.
"Good morning everyone, I am pleased to make your acquaintance and I wish to make your time here in Mckinley as enjoyable as possible." Rachel didn't break her gaze from the blonde as she was speaking and Quinn was beginning to flush from the intensity in those brown eyes.
Well, I'm married to my teacher, Rachel Berry.
"So, you didn't answer my question, Q." Santana started as they were leaving the auditorium, linking pinkies with Brittany "Where's your necklace?" She continued in a nonchalant tone.
"I guess I left it at home…" Quinn said in a sad voice which Brittany quickly picked up on.
"Don't be sad, it's just for a day, right?" Brittany quickly said, trying to make her friend feel better.
"Well, yeah, but it makes me feel kinda guilty that I'm not wearing it when she is." Quinn said, walking towards their first class of the day, which just so happens to be History.
"I'm sure she'll understand." Brittany smiled brightly at her and took her unoccupied hand, speed walking to their classroom "Now, c'mon! You don't want to be late for history!"
Quinn smiled. No, definitely not.
When they got to the classroom, they're teacher wasn't there yet but their classmates were talking about the new teacher. They took the seats at the back of the room and started talking about how awesome their senior year would be. Their conversation was interrupted when somebody flopped down on the table in front of Quinn and promptly turned around.
"So, Quinn, finally going to give me a chance for our senior year?" Puck, a boy with a mohawk said.
Brittany and Santana giggled while Quinn merely rolled her eyes.
"She wouldn't, especially not this year." Santana managed to get out in between laughs.
"Aww, c'mon, babe-" Puck was promptly cut off when the door opened to reveal their teacher.
"I'm sorry I'm late, class! I didn't realize this school was so big." She announced as she walked towards her desk. She quickly dumped her bag under the table and smiled at her students. "Hi everyone! My name is Rachel Berry, and I'm going to be teaching you history this year." Her eyes turned to meet the eyes of her new students, her gaze lingering a second too long on a blonde sitting at the back of the room.
"But, let's not talk about that today, we have a whole school year to do that." Rachel smiled when that statement got the attention of her students. "Since it's my first day here, I'll let you ask me any questions you would like, just make sure it's not too personal." When there was no response, she hesitantly added "Is that okay with you guys?"
A chorus of 'yeahs' and the like were heard throughout the room.
"Okay, let's start." She said with a smile.
"How old are you?" One person from the front started.
"22" Rachel answered with a smile on her face.
"Do you have a boyfriend, Ms. Berry? Because you look damn fine!" Puck hollered from his seat. And most of the boys in class actually leaned forward in their seats in anticipation of the brunette's answer.
Quinn quickly threw a book at Puck while Rachel simply smiled at the question.
"Damn, Fabray, you just rejected me again and now you're acting all jealous." Puck said, rubbing the back of his head.
"No, I hit you because you were being disrespectful." Quinn said with a huff then crossed her arms.
"Whatever you say, babe." He winked at Quinn then turned back around. Quinn simply rolled her eyes.
Rachel cleared her throat and looked at Quinn then at Puck, "To answer your question mister, um…" Rachel subtly tried to look at her student list.
"Noah Puckerman. But you can call me Puck. It rhymes with something I'm definitely good at." Puck said, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Well, then, Mr. Puckerman," Rachel simply took her necklace out which is holding a simple silver ring, "I'm actually married." She said with a dreamy smile on her face. Half the classroom awwed at the information.
Take that, boys! She's mine! Quinn smirked triumphantly. A smirk that was quickly wiped off her face when Santana elbowed her.
"Don't want to be too obvious now, do you?" Santana mouthed to her.
Quinn simply sighed and looked longingly at her wife.
"So, are we actually supposed to call you Mrs. Berry?" A boy from the front of the class asked, snapping Quinn out of her stupor.
"No… Berry is not actually my official name since I took my spouse's name and I've yet to use their name since… since I'm not used to it... yet…" Rachel replied awkwardly, "So, yeah, Ms. Berry's fine" She cleared her throat to try to play cool.
Santana laughed, actually outright laughed at her teacher. Rachel blushed and refused to meet the Latina's eyes. Everyone turned questioning eyes at the Latina except for Quinn, who was cursing her wife's decision to play 20 questions with stupid teenagers.
"Aren't you from Broadway, Ms. Berry?" One girl, Tina, asked from the front of the room. Quinn and Rachel simultaneously sighed in relief at the question since it diverted everyone's attention from the previous topic.
Rachel beamed at the question. "I cannot believe that someone actually recognizes me here!" She exclaimed, smiling at the young girl.
The girl simply blushed and ducked her head.
"Can you sing for us?" Someone from the back of the room requested and the rest of the class echoed his request.
Normally, Rachel would sing when someone asks her to. But, she's kind of hesitant to do so in front of all these teenagers. She's scared that she would accidentally reveal their secret because she couldn't keep her eyes off her wife. But, when she met said wife's encouraging gaze, she finally acquiesced.
Today was such a long day. Quinn thought grimly as she parked her car in the garage. It seems like all the people at school couldn't stop talking about 'the cool new teacher'. She even caught a conversation that some boys were having about how lucky Rachel's 'husband' was to be 'tapping that fine ass'. She couldn't even correct them unless she wants to expose their secret to the world.
She went to the kitchen to get a drink and was suddenly distracted with the vision of her wife cooking while dancing to the radio. She took four long steps to get in behind her wife and wrapped her arms around the brunette's waist. Rachel initially stiffened but relaxed when she realized it was Quinn.
"I didn't expect you to be here, your car wasn't parked in the garage." Quinn remarked, kissing Rachel's neck.
Rachel let out a low moan, "Your mom borrowed it, she said she's going to the grocery store to buy something." She said while turning down the heat and turning around in Quinn's arms to look up the blonde's eyes.
"Hi" Quinn greeted cheekily.
"Hey" Rachel replied with a laugh.
Quinn completely forgot what she was upset about and leaned down to kiss Rachel. Rachel responded eagerly, tangling her fingers in blonde locks. Both of them were completely lost in the kiss that they failed to hear a car parking and the door opening and closing. They were brought back to reality when someone cleared their throat.
Rachel quickly pulled away from the kiss and looked at the intruder whilst Quinn simply hugged her wife closer to hide her straining erection.
"Hey, um, Mrs… um… Judy…" Rachel greeted awkwardly.
"Mom" Quinn greeted with a little smile.
"Didn't I tell you to start calling me mom, Rachel?" Judy said as she took a look at the food Rachel was cooking.
"Sorry, mom." Rachel said shyly. Rachel was really happy that she found a mother in one Judy Fabray. Growing up with two dads, it was really a nice change to have Judy in her life. She finds it much more easy to talk to her than her own dads.
Judy took the spoon from Rachel and started stirring the food so, Rachel took that as a chance to turn to Quinn once more. She gently put her hands on Quinn's chest. Frowning from the lack of accessory on her wife's neck, she looked at her wife's chest to confirm her suspicions.
"Where's your ring?" she asked with a pout, looking up at Quinn's eyes.
"I'm sorry, I left it this morning." Quinn answered guiltily. "I was in a hurry since I slept longer than I should and-" She was cut off when Rachel suddenly kissed her again.
"Don't forget to put it on again…" Rachel said with her eyes still closed when she pulled away. Quinn simply studied her face with a small frown. "It's the only proof I have that you're mine since we can't exactly tell everyone…"
"I'm sorry. I promise it would never happen again." Quinn said after a moment, kissing Rachel's forehead causing Rachel to open her eyes and look up at Quinn. "I love you."
"I love you, too." Rachel replied, pulling Quinn into another kiss again.
"Girls, I know how much you love each other, but Rachel, please finish cooking first." Judy commented, walking out of the kitchen.
Rachel giggled shyly and hid her face on Quinn's chest, hugging her wife flush against her. She peered up innocently when she felt something hard in between them. "You should probably go cool down before dinner, hon." Rachel said, extracting herself from her wife giving her another short kiss before turning away.
Quinn sighed loudly as she watched her wife turn back to her cooking. Frustrated, she ran up the stairs to their shared room. She doesn't understand why their family isn't allowing them to go beyond kissing and making out. They're married, they're allowed to be intimate with each other, right? She knows they're parents have their best interest at heart but, Hiram, one of Rachel's fathers simply told them that they don't want grandkids yet and that they should totally wait until Quinn graduated high school. They even gave them an open door policy and have at least one parent over every night to ensure that they wouldn't do anything.
Wait until after high school. It's not like I'm trying to get her pregnant! I just want to make my wife feel good.
She flopped down on their bed and gave out a sigh. Thinking about that is like a really effective cold shower since she's soft now. What if she's not good? What if she can't please Rachel?
Whatever. I love her, she loves me. And that's all that matters.
Quinn finally smiled with that thought in mind and went downstairs to eat dinner with her family.
A/N: So, what do you guys think?
