Hi all! after reading many Faberry fanfic, I've decided to try coming out with one. Any comments are welcome! Let me know if you like it! Thanks!

Title: No strings attached

Starring: Rachel B. & Quinn F.

Summary: Rachel knew she was attracted to Quinn and found herself getting more and more infatuated with the girl. After a night of alcohol, Rachel & Quinn found themselves lying naked beside each other. Can they just stick to each other with no strings attached?

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Quinn groaned and immediately covered her eyes with her hand. The sunlight was peeping through the curtains and it was hurting her eyes. Her head felt like it was splitting apart and she was so distracted that she did not even notice the curtains were yellow - Too bright for her fucked up life.

Bloody sun.

Quinn turned her body around and found her hand hanging across a warm body. It took her awhile to realize that she was in a different yet painfully familiar situation. Alarm bells rang inside her and her eyes shot opened. She found herself face to face with a gorgeous brunette who was deep in sleep. She lifted her hand and to touch her breath-taking face but paused before she could. Her heart was pounding frantically against her rib cage. How was it even possible to look so beautiful while asleep? Strands of hair danced over her face and a tiny smile lingered across her bruised lips. Her tongue instinctively brushed her own and she knew hers was equally bruised. Quinn's eyes traced lower and noticed bruises were forming around her neck. Her stomach flipped, knowing somehow she was the cause of the abuse. It was only when her eyes traced lower to the rhythmic rising and falling of her chest that she realized the whole scene looked so wrong. Her hand lifted the blanket and she braced for the unexpected.

She was naked.

Her eyes darted back to the sleeping beauty. The splitting headache was reducing her ability to think. She groaned before horror swept inside her like a hurricane. She realized she looked awfully familiar yet she was unable to put a name to it. Her eyes widened as it slowly sank in.

This had to be a joke...or a dream. Or both.

Her eyes found the beautiful face again. Her hand apprehensively reached out to brush the hair away from the face. She blinked hard, twice. The sleeping beauty stirred and Quinn felt her heart caught in her throat. The worst thing that could happen was to wake her up. Fortunately for her, she went back into her deep sleep.

Quinn had no idea how it happened.

Quinn sat up slowly and quietly as the events of the night before unfolded in front of her eyes.

She remembered being at another Puck's party. She remembered tipping the 3rd bottle of beer over her lips. She remembered hearing the voice of her father's ringing beside her ears.

"You're a disgrace and you're not fit to be called a Fabray!"

"Do us a favour Quinn and do not show up in front of us again."

She remembered wearing that scowl across her face that has successfully kept almost everybody away from her. Everybody but her.

She remembered how she tried to push her away. She remembered feeling slightly touched when she insisted she should be sent home for the fear of being raped, murdered or whatever crime that was possible. She remembered snapping at her saying she did not need a babysitter and even if she needed one, her name would not even be on the list. She remembered seeing the hurt flashed across her face before it hardened with determination. She remembered being dragged away from the party. She remembered she was sobbing bitterly on her shoulders and she was gently rubbing her back. She remembered liking the way her hands stroked up and down her spine. She remembered looking into her eyes and saw tearing forming. She had no idea why.

Quinn felt a blush warming her face as she remembered feeling the distance between them was too far for her liking, although they were already in each other's arms. She remembered leaning closer to her and wondered how would the tempting lips tasted like. She remembered closing her eyes and...

Quinn jumped out from the bed, panting as she tried to escape everything that was coming to her full force. Adrenaline was boiling inside her and panic tasted bitter in her mouth. She grabbed her clothes and put them on as fast as she could, her mind formulating a plan.

She could pretend like it never happen. She could deny... yes she could. Like how she had denied Puck being the father of the baby. Like how she denied the baby.

Maybe, the brunette will not even remember this whole...whole mistake. Maybe she could silently walk out of the house without being noticed.

Quinn felt a tiny sense of relief as her plan unfolded before her. That would work.

With caution, she grabbed her bag and tip-toe out of her room.

Damn the alcohol. She would never ever touch that damn drink again.

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Rachel almost thought she had dreamt about everything that happened. The kiss, the touching, the way Quinn cupped her face with her hands like she was all she wanted. With hands on her hips, she scanned around her room, hoping to find something...anything that tell her it was real.

She knew she always had this attraction towards the blonde which she could not explain. The way she moved, the way she smile and god, the way she licked her lips. And the rare few times which she freely let herself go without defence in glee, she found herself unable to tear her eyes away from her. She would discretely stand beside her even when Mr Schue wanted her to be in the front. Lately, she found herself seeking for every opportunity to touch her. If the blonde were to snap at her, at least she can blame it on being too engrossed in her performance. The blonde, however, never did. In fact, she started to feel that as long as she wasn't too obvious or when she was sure nobody was watching, she could...maybe...maybe even get closer to her.

And when she found her hurting on the kitchen counter during Puck's party, she felt her heart dropped to the bottom of the ocean. How could she leave her alone when she needed somebody? And where was her freaking boyfriend? She bit her lips in frustration and pushed aside her irritation which had magnified lately for the boy. She refused to attribute it to jealousy. The blonde had been really unhappy after the birth of her child, which she had given up for adoption. It surprised her that it pained her so much to see her hurting. As much as the blonde tried to brush off the whole baby issue and tried her very best to put on a brave and aloof front, Rachel had seen through her cracks. The blonde was breaking down inside.

She sighed as she scanned around the room for her boyfriend. She felt anger rising inside her when she found Sam engrossed in a dumb card game with the boys.

So much for being a good boyfriend that asshole.

Without excusing herself from Kurt and Mercedes, she practically ran towards the boy and smacked him hard on his head. He ducked his head in pain. "What the..." He started and stopped when he saw the anger in Rachel's eyes. He raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't know you're a violent drunk, Berry."

"And I didn't know you're an asshole, asshole."Rachel rebuked with her hand folded across her chest. Sam face was hilarious and if she wasn't so angry, she would have laugh out loud.

"And which of our few interactions did you based that on?" He smirked, still rubbing his head.

"I would say I have excellent observation skills which do not need to draw inferences to our few encounters." When the boy still looked confused, Rachel rolled her eyes as though she was wasting her time engaging in this conversation. "How could you not notice that your girlfriend is sitting in the kitchen alone, Ken?"

Sam eyebrows perked up.

"Oh." He shrugged awkwardly. His eyes darted back to his cards, unfocused. After awhile, he sighed. "Well..." He started and stopped. "She didn't want me to be around her." He whispered, so softly that if the boys were not throwing him pitiful looks, she would have thought she had heard it wrongly. Rachel almost felt pity for the boy. True enough, Sam always seemed like an accessory to the blonde. Like she was together with him because of what he was, not who he was. Yet when the pain in the blonde's eyes flashed across her eyes, the feelings evaporated.

"I didn't know you take orders from her."Rachel commented, although the sharp edges in her voice disappeared. Sam shrugged again.

"I don't know why you're having this sudden interest in her Berry, but today is not the day to mess. She's scary today." He shook his head and rearranged his cards. The corner of his lips curved up. "I'm so gonna win this game." He smirked and ended their conversation.

Rachel swallowed her saliva but a bitter taste was still lingering in her mouth. The blonde was usually scary when she was defensive and defensive when she was in pain. It was as though she wanted to push everybody away from her so that they would not see her crumble.

Rachel's eyes darted to the kitchen. What was the worst that could happen? She would probably say a couple of mean things to brush her off. She could deal with that, Rachel decided. She would rather deal with that then to see her alone dwelling in her pain. Grabbing a beer from the bucket, she drowned it as fast as she could. She would need all the courage.

Rachel jumped when two loud distinct knocks snapped her out of her thoughts. "Baby girl?" Her dad called out.

"Yes Dad?" She shouted and lifted the pillows on her bed for the third time. Why wasn't there any strand of blonde hair at least? She pouted.

"I think you left this downstairs."

Rachel bolted up and marched to the door. She saw her dad dangling what seems to look like an earring. She took the accessory from her Dad's hand and observed. It was beautiful. She liked the way how the bigger star framed the smaller one and how they seemed to sway in synchrony when she lifted them up.

It looked familiar. She bit her lips to suppress a smile. She think she knew who it belonged to.

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The first time it happened, Quinn blamed it on the alcohol.

The second time it happened, Quinn blamed it on her battered pride and self-esteem.

The third time it happened, Quinn blamed it on her boring life.

The fourth time onwards, Quinn blamed it on her need to just satisfy her sexual desire. She shut away the nagging thought that she already had a boyfriend to do that job perfectly for her.

Somehow, they had established an unspoken routine. It began with a simple text of Quinn asking if her place was available for the night and they always ended up all over each other. Quinn would quietly sneak out before Rachel was awake. It seemed as though she could pretend that it had never happened if she could like just walked out of it. Like a dream. Little did she know how badly it hurt the brunette every time she did that. Rachel never question her though, afraid that if she tip her over she could be losing it all.

It was, however, getting harder to see her with Sam along the hallway, in glee or even in her thoughts. She knew that she was falling hard and yet she had absolutely no control over her feelings. When she felt like she could no longer go on, she would toy with Quinn's earring and smile. She knew Quinn would eventually be like the bigger star surrounding her, the smaller star. For now, she can be the bigger one providing Quinn the shelter that she needed.

She started finding comfort in how Quinn would look at her with soft eyes. Like how she would glared annoying at Santana if she belittled the brunette. Like how she was suddenly slushie-free. The status-quo, however, was broken one day when she found herself face to face with Quinn and a slushie on her hand.

"Do it, Q. Just like how you said you would." Santana dared with a smirk on her face. She had observed the interactions between Quinn and Rachel which she initially thought was strange. It was as if something romantic was going on between them. The frequent subtle touching during performance, the way they glazed into each others 'eyes, the way Quinn would subtly show her irritation if anybody were to go against the diva... Her thoughts were confirmed when Quinn banned everybody from slushing the girl.

Rachel's eyes widened in astonishment and her eyes darted from Quinn to Santana and back on Quinn again. Quinn was expressionless. She shifted her weight on her feet and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes, waiting for the cold sticky feeling to wash over her again. She just hoped that she will be able to run to her locker and back to the toilet before anybody spotted her.

Santana gave a loud yawn. "Q, we don't have all day." She looked at her nails with annoyance.

Quinn bit her lips. She was the captain of the Cheerios, why could pretty much manipulate anybody and get things her way. Why was she still caught in situations which she would rather not? Rachel nodded slightly as though giving her permission and she felt like her heart ripping apart.

Rachel, really? Was that all the faith you had? She pushed away the bitterness and guilt pooling in her stomach. Cause really, she had been anything but nice to that girl...Who was she kidding? If anybody were to doubt her, Rachel should be the first.

"Enlighten me, Santana, why am I doing this again" She asked, voice as cold as the drink on her hand.

"Well, Q, I don't know... Maybe to prove that you're not in love with her?"Santana smirked and leaned against the wall beside her. The look on Rachel's face was priceless when her eyes shot open and shock written all over her face. She blinked, as though trying to process what she had just heard. Quinn sighed exaggeratedly.

"Prove to whom, may I ask?" Her voice remained cold and her eyes never leave Rachel. Rachel felt a blush warming her face. Maybe she really need a slushie to cool her face.

"Well...lots of people. Firstly, for Coach Sylvester who would love to investigate your little blooming romance between you and Man-hands. Secondly, for your reputation which will definitely be floored if you were found to be gay. Thirdly, for your little toy boy Sam. Imagine how hurt he will be if he found out that you are fucking with freaking Berry. And lastly, imagine what your parents will do..."

Quinn felt like somebody had just punched her in her stomach. Sam was hardly a concern. But for Sue Sylvester... she wondered if she has the means to find out. As scheming as she was, Rachel and Quinn had been very very discrete. If Sue Sylvester was not able to find anything, her parents would never know. Could she risk it? Quinn's train of thoughts was caught on her track. Wait, did Santana said love? Gosh she's not even-

The events happened next unfolded so quickly that she hardly had the time to process it. Rachel was wiggling her eyebrow as though trying to convey a message. Her eyes darted to Santana and then turned her head slightly behind. Quinn frowned.

What was she trying to say?

Without warning, Rachel sprinted in the opposite direction, away from Quinn and Santana.

"What the..."Santana started and almost sprinted towards her when instinctively, Quinn turned and "accidentally" splashed the slushie onto her instead. She bit her lips to stop a laugh emerging from her lungs. "What the fuck QUINN?" Santana was covered in blue slushie, dripping from her face to her Cheerios uniform. The sight was hilarious.

"Oops, I'm sorry S. You scared me with your voice. Blue looks good on you though." She shrugged and dropped the cup to the floor. She strolled away from Santana and paused. She turned around, with her hands folded across her chest. "And, don't ever think you can threaten me again. Because you scare me with your voice, you're allowed to be mute for the rest of the Cheerios practice." She saw Santana tensed at her words. Revenge was definitely sweet.

When she knew she was hidden, she laughed so hard till her stomach hurts. Other students darted curious side glances at her but never dare to stay long enough. At that time, she didn't care. It had been so long since she laughed this hard. She wished she could share this laugh with somebody else. Rachel Berry...she never failed to amuse her.

She fished for her phone.

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