A/N: So here we have it. The long awaited sequel to Loving My Berries. Without giving anything past chapter one away, this will be about how Rachel and (probably more so) Quinn deal with being at separate colleges.
We also have a short update, just to introduce the story and get the ball rolling a bit. It will be updated in turn with After You. So it'll be updated After You, this, After You, this until After You finishes.
So, Read and Review.
Quinn's day
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"Let me come with you."
"No."
"Please, let me come with you. I'll let you do whatever you want to me for a week." That was harder to resist.
"No. My girlfriend is going to Yale so that she can be big and famous like I will be on Broadway." Rachel announced. Quinn wrapped her arms around Rachel and brought her lips to Rachel's ear.
"Maybe you want me to do something to you for a week." She husked, biting down on the lobe slightly. Rachel squealed.
"Quinn, this is highly inappropriate. My father's are waiting downstairs for us to bring down the final bags so we can get going."
"But going means that I won't see you for a long time." Quinn complained, nestling her face into Rachel's neck.
"You will most definitely see me; I'll make sure of that. But you'll see me on weekends and time off while you are going to Yale and becoming a success."
"But what if you find someone you like?" Quinn asked.
"Then maybe I can introduce them to the girl I love." Rachel whispered.
"I'm serious Rachel."
"And you think that I'm not?" Rachel did her best imitation of Quinn's eyebrow raise. Quinn had to admit that it was a weirdly good.
"I'm going to miss you so much Rachel." Quinn admitted.
"I won't be that far away. Besides you will be calling me and skyping me and texting me every day." That sounded more like a threat than anything else, but Quinn knew she would anyway.
"It won't be the same though. I won't be able to hold you," Quinn pulled her close. "or kiss you," She kissed Rachel's neck. "or make you feel good." She pushed her thigh between Rachel's legs and started pushing into her. The diva moaned loudly.
"Stop! I know what you're doing. Stop it. We have to go!" Rachel extracted herself from Quinn and put a good metre distance between them.
"But I don't want you to." Quinn whined. Rachel sighed.
"Quinn, one year. That's all I ask, just go to school for one year and then we can be together forever."
"Is that a proposal?" Quinn joked.
"No, that's your job. I expect us to be somewhere high up and for you to get down on one knee and show me a stunning diamond ring with some rubies in the band as you proclaim your undying love for me." Quinn raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.
"Why am I the one who is proposing?"
"Come on Quinn. Out of the two of us you were always going to be the one who proposes. It's just your job." Rachel said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"What if I wait for you to propose?"
"Then we will be girlfriends until you realise that that isn't going to happen, wont we?" Quinn sighed, it was true. Rachel was stubborn and she knew she would give the diva whatever she wanted regardless. "Now, let's go! I want to get there so I can meet my roommate."
"Fine." Quinn huffed. Rachel took her hand and they walked downstairs together each holding a bag.
"Are you going to be grumpy when you say goodbye? I want us to be happy that we are moving on the world, not angry." Rachel complained.
"We would still be moving on in the world even if you would let me just stay at the same place as you." Quinn murmured.
"But then you wouldn't be at Yale having your own life. I want you to have a life outside of me so that way when we are living in New York together you will realise how good I really am and never let me go." Typical Rachel Berry modesty there. Quinn knew that any form of the word modesty and Rachel didn't belong in the same sentence, but Quinn found it adorable.
"Are you saying that I don't already realise how good you are?" Quinn feigned shock by putting her hand over her heart.
"A good kick start to your memory wouldn't hurt." That actually stung Quinn a little. "I'm joking. Now, into the car of adulthood!" Quinn and Rachel got into the back of car that the Berry men were already occupying the front of.
"Ready to go baby girl?" Leroy asked.
"Dad that completely cheapens what I just said!" Rachel looked legitimately annoyed. Quinn kissed her on the cheek and Rachel's pout faded.
"She's ready. Let's go."
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8 hours later, they had arrived in New York. 30 minutes after that, as well as lots of yelling and failed map directions, they had arrived at Rachel's dorm room. It was just across the street from the main part of the school, and it was on the second floor. Everyone grabbed a box and followed Rachel inside. Quinn was mildly surprised to see the door open. Then she heard lots of moving and footsteps. She followed directly behind the diva as she walked in.
What they were met with was a decent sized room that could comfortably hold two people. The walls were bare and a neutral white and the room was sparsely furnished. There was a girl on one side of the room with a small stack of boxes next to her. There were two beds about separated by metre and two bedside tables between them.
"You must be Cynthia." Rachel said walking forward to Cynthia. Cynthia turned around and grinned. Quinn immediately felt a spark of something she hadn't felt in a long time. It was jealousy.
Jealousy really didn't sit well with her and she felt like there was a real reason for it. Cynthia was stunningly beautiful. She had long black hair and flawless olive skin. She was a little taller than Rachel and was quite thin. Quinn had to consciously restrain herself as the two new roommates shook hands. Quinn put the box she was carrying down on Rachel's side of the room and walked over to Cynthia.
"Hi, I'm Quinn, Rachel's girlfriend." Quinn put as much emphasis as she could on the girlfriend part. Although she put on her fake smile, Cynthia seemed to see through it as she looked scared. Rachel looked between the two, then narrowed her eyes at Quinn.
"Quinn, be nice."
"What, I'm just letting her know a little about your life. Isn't that what roommates are supposed to do? Know about each other?"
"Okay, let me have a talk with you Quinn." Rachel smiled and grabbed Quinn's hand so she could yank her out of the room after her. When they were in the hallway, Rachel turned to Quinn. "What are you doing?"
"Making an impression?" Quinn wanted to say she was making herself a threat without using those exact words.
"No, what you were doing was intentionally scaring my new roommate using intimidation."
"If you knew what I was doing then why were you asking?" Quinn asked off-handedly.
"Why, is my question. Why were you trying to scare my roommate?" Rachel asked, sounding a little defeated.
"She needs to know that she can't have you. She needs to know that you're mine and that I'm never letting you go."
"I'm sure she'll respect that. She's probably not even gay." Rachel reasoned.
"That look she gave you was more than friendly Rachel."
"No it wasn't." Quinn walked back to the edge of the doorway of Rachel's new room.
"Hey, are you gay?" She generally wasn't this open about this kind of thing but she needed to make Rachel aware. Cynthia looked shocked for a second.
"I'm bi-. Why?"
"And there you have it Rachel." Quinn turned back around, ignoring Cynthia completely.
"Okay, okay, calm down. Look, I'll just make it perfectly clear that I'm not interested. She probably isn't interested in me anyway. Trust me Quinn; you really have nothing to worry about. I'm with you, I want to be with you, and after you finish school I'll be on Broadway and we will be happy and in love. So please, just calm down and be nice. She has the potential to be a good friend for me. Please don't take that away from me." The way Rachel was pleading with her was making her melt.
"I'm sorry. I'm just a little jealous."
"You have no reason to be."
"I just don't want her to be alone with you."
"Well, that's going to happen whether you like it or not. Quite frankly I'm a little hurt that you don't trust me. We've been together for almost a year and you don't trust me to be around people who could potentially be my friends and people who know what I'm going through. That hurts."
"I trust you, its little miss perfect in there I don't trust." Rachel just sighed. She turned around and went downstairs to supposedly get another box. Quinn shot Cynthia one more dirty look for being the cause of all this before scampering after her.
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Half an hour later, they were finished unpacking all of Rachel's things and getting ready to go. There were many, many tears from the Berry man.
"Our little girl has really grown up." Was repeated many times before Quinn took Rachel into the hallway to say her own goodbye.
"I'm going to miss you so much Rachel." Tears were starting to form in Quinn's eyes.
"Nu-uh. No cry Quinn Fabray. It's only a year." Rachel's own eyes betrayed her as tears began to well up in her own eyes.
"Doesn't mean I won't miss you every minute."
"Not on weekends you won't. I've always said trains are under rated forms of transport, now we get to use them more often." It was true, for some unknown reason, Rachel seemed to love trains.
"In what world are train under rated, thousands of people take them every day."
"Yes, but they complain about them. You will never ever hear me complain about the number of people on a train. I can promise you that." Rachel held her head high as she said that.
"When you break that promise, can I have my way with you?" Quinn dropped her voice to a lower octave.
"Me break a promise? Never! When I take a train and don't complain after the first ten times, I get to have my way with you."
"What if I said that if you let us get an apartment and live here now you could have your way with me in this corridor?"
"Are we having a serious bet here or not?"
"Yes we are. That was also a serious question." Rachel tucked her head into Quinn's neck.
"I'm going to miss you too. But we will Skype and text and call and everything."
"I love you Rachel."
"I love you Quinn." Quinn lowered her head and connected their lips. It was slow and sensual and just plain awesome. It was something the blonde knew she would never get tired of.
An hour later, she was in the car on the way back to Lima and she felt her phone vibrate. She opened up the text to see it was from Rachel. I miss you xx. It was then that Quinn put her head down and allowed herself to just cry. She received some worried looks from Hiram and Leroy, but they seemed to know what she was crying about and just let her be.