Rachel fixed her hair and made her way to class, a skip in her step, but then the second cold slap of the day hit her hard in the face, this time it came in the form of her boyfriend and his oversized man chest.

"Finn." She gulped as she looked up at him, her guilt already eating her inside.

"Hey, where've you been. I've been here for like three minutes or something." He said looking around the corridor hoping everyone could see him. "I got you these." He handed her a bunch of wilted yellow flowers and she did her best to force a smile.

"They're lovely, but I thought you'd meet me this morning?"

"Football Rach." he shrugged as if that was enough of an explanation. "I'll save you a seat at lunch. Cool shirt by the way." He added as he walked off down the hall.

It was then that she realized she was wearing Quinn's shirt and also that her own boyfriend didn't even notice that she'd just been slushied. He also didn't realize that she'd been kissed to within an inch of her life by the girl that had been invading her dreams for longer then she cared to admit. Quinn was beautiful, Quinn was amazing, Quinn was not a girl that Rachel ever imagined she'd get to do those kinds of things with, but she had and she wanted to do them again. The feel of her lips, the touch of her hands, Rachel felt giddy thinking about it. Somehow she made it into class and lost herself in the days routine.

The morning passed and she sighed as lunch approached. Her way to the cafeteria welcomed slap number three. She turned the corner and saw Quinn walking in her direction, her breath hitched at the very sight of the girl and then the memories of their make out session filled Rachel's head and a dopey grin formed on her face, she looked at Quinn and for a brief second she thought she saw a similar grin on the blondes face but suddenly she was nudged out of the way by a raging Santana.

"Fabray, you gots to kidding me." The Latina slammed Quinn into the lockers, startling Rachel and those around her.

"Deal with it, I'm back." Quinn bit back as she pushed Santana across the hall, her tone was cold and it sent a shiver through Rachel.

"I'm taking you down bitch." Santana screamed as she yanked at Quinn's hair. Rachel watched on as the pair tussled in the hallway, she daren't move, Santana was tough but Quinn seemed to be able to hold her own. Mr Schue pulled the girls apart and as the commotion died down Rachel bent down picking up one of Quinn's discarded books and shakily passed it to the blond.

"You okay?"

Quinn looked at her, but her soft eyes turned hard when she realized they had an audience. "Thanks dwarf." She snatched her book and rose to her feet. She turned to say something, Rachel could tell it was going to be something cutting and she couldn't help but flinch in anticipation, but it never came. When she opened her eyes Quinn was halfway down the hall. She stood there watching as she went, unable to take her eyes off her. As Quinn reached the end she paused, and Rachel hoped, but the blonde didn't look back and Rachel couldn't describe how she felt, but it was as if she'd lost something she'd barely had and for some reason it hurt more than she could ever imagine.

Her shoulders slumped and she turned back towards the cafeteria. She was halfway there when she changed her mind and turned on her heel, rushing through the crowds that were making their way to lunch, she climbed the stairs with a purpose that she chose not to second guess, she hesitantly reached out and opened the door, not sure if she should be feeling all the things that she was in that moment, when she pushed it open and saw Quinn standing at the sink she let out a breath before slowly resting her body against the closed door, her right hand reaching behind her and the sound of the lock clicking filled the room.

xoxo

Quinn looked up at the sound, her hands had been shaking since the hallway and she'd been gripping onto the sink in an attempt to stop the tremor. For a minute she'd thought she wouldn't come, but when the door opened a warmth engulfed her. As her eyes met Rachel's a shudder passed through her. She'd seen the hurt in her eyes moments before and now she could see the questions and a tinge of hope. She felt guilty, not just about the way she'd treated Rachel in the hall, but about everything that had happened that morning and everything that happened in the past. It all hit her the second Santana pushed her into the lockers. At the memory her right hand shot to the bruise on her back and she involuntarily winced at the pain she felt. Rachel's eyes were still firmly locked on hers, but she was now stepping closer, braving away from the shelter the door had been offering her.

"Let me see." Rachel gently lifted the bottom of Quinn's top until she could see the spot Quinn had been rubbing. "We should get you some ice, this is going to bruise."

"It'll be fine, I've had worse." Quinn shrugged, but as she felt Rachel's fingers delicately press at her skin she felt a heat fill her body, she knew she must be blushing but her eyes were now shut and Rachel's fingers continued to move over her skin.

"Why did she do it?"

"Huh?" Quinn opened her eyes. "Oh Santana. I'm back on the squad, she's obviously heard I'm captain again."

"How'd you managed that?"

"I have my ways and Coach tends to listen to blackmail."

"Why do you want it so much?"

"Why do you talk so much?"

"Sorry." Rachel blushed and stepped away from Quinn, but was stopped by Quinn's hand on her wrist.

"Rachel." Quinn's voice had dropped and it made Rachel exhale deeply, her heart raced as she looked back into those hazel eyes. "I'm sorry, for the hall, for the past, for this morn..." But she couldn't say it because she wasn't sorry for what they had done. She'd spent the last few hours thinking about how amazing it had been to kiss Rachel, to touch her skin and feel her body close. Quinn placed her hands on Rachel's hips and lifted her onto the edge of the sink. Rachel parted her legs and Quinn stepped into the space between them, brushing a loose hair behind Rachel's ear and cupping her cheek. "You're so beautiful." She said breathily as her lips ghosted over Rachel's. The brunette's hand moved behind her neck and pulled her into a kiss that she never wanted to end.

Their tongues moved together in slow languid strokes, Quinn heard a noise escape Rachel's throat and it made her head blur. Thoughts were lost, all she could think of was being closer to her. Her hands were now on Rachel's bare thighs, Rachel's skirt had risen up as Quinn pushed herself against her and there was that noise again. Quinn pulled out of the kiss panting for air, desperate for some reprieve and clarity, but she was given no respite as Rachel's lips were now on her neck and as the brunette nipped at her pulse point she let her head arch back enabling her greater access.

"Fuck." She growled as Rachel moved to her collar bone.

"Quinn." Rachel admonished but she didn't relent as she continued her frenzied attack on Quinn's skin. "You...are..."

The bell rang and broke their embrace, they had been kissing for longer than either realised, both flush, both smiling.

"We should..." Quinn gestured to the door with a nod of her head, but she hadn't let go of Rachel yet. She stared at the bruised and swollen lips and couldn't resist placing a soft kiss on them.

"I forgot to eat."

"Here." Quinn took a protein bar from her bag. "It's vegan friendly."

"Thanks, you're good at taking care of me." Rachel blushed a little more as she adjusted her skirt. Quinn was busy looking at herself in the mirror. "maybe we could hang out later?" she asked hopefully and Quinn stopped examining her hickey, turning to look at Rachel.

"I...uh...what?"

"Doesn't matter." Rachel mumbled as she jumped off the sink. "I should go, thanks for the...yeah..." she made her way to the door, but was stopped by Quinn turning her and pushing her up against it. Kissing her and wiping all thought or complaint from her mind.

"Maybe hanging out could work." Quinn said as she backed out of the kiss, she was met with a megawatt smile from Rachel, that she couldn't not return with interest.

xoxo

Quinn unlocked the door and let Rachel go out first, she hung back a few moments, before rushing to her next class. It wasn't until she sat down that she realized this was one of the ones she shared with Rachel. Not just Rachel though, Finn too and that was when she saw the pair together. Rachel's eyes were focussed on her, but she could see that her hand was linked with Finn's.

"Got a problem RuPaul?" she spat at her and Rachel recoiled from the insult.

Finn turned to look at Quinn, a scowl on his face. "Try not to be a bitch your whole life Quinn." he retorted.

"Don't Finn." Rachel begged.

"Yeah don't Finn." Quinn mimicked, her anger didn't subside but as the teacher walked in the room she sat back in her chair and pretended to be engrossed in her text book. She knew Rachel kept taking sneaky looks towards her and yet again she felt guilty for insulting her, but she didn't know any other way.

When the bell rang she ran from the room.

"She needs a boyfriend." Finn stated and Rachel looked at him confusedly. "Quinn." he confirmed.

"I think she's doing fine on her own and honestly boys are not the solution to all girl problems. Besides how do you know she isn't seeing someone?"

"It's Quinn, she needs a guy to keep her happy. Maybe we should set her up with the new kid. He's on the football team, she'll like that."

"I...uh..." Rachel stuttered.

"Cool, I'll fix it up, Sam's in my next class and I don't think he'll need much persuading to ask Quinn out, I mean she's hot and..."

"Hot...yeah..." Rachel shook her head, words were really not in her favor today and before she could figure out what to say Finn had already left the room, on a mission to set his plan in action.

Rachel didn't move, she couldn't. The day had been the craziest she'd ever known. Quinn had kissed her, Quinn had wanted her and she'd never imagined anything better, but there was Finn and now there was Finn's mission to get Sam to date Quinn. She wrapped her arms around herself and squeezed tight, she wasn't sure what was going on, she had no idea what Quinn wanted, but as she caught sight of the T-shirt she was still wearing, her mind drifted back to that morning and a smile spread across her face.

She was late for her next class, but she didn't care and soon the day was over, she'd hoped to see Quinn again on the way out of school, but then she remembered it was Cheerio practice. Instead of going straight to her ballet lesson, she found herself climbing the bleachers, watching as the group of girls practiced on the pitch.

Her eyes were immediately drawn to Quinn and she watched her enviously at first, but the envy soon turned to lust. Quinn must have seen her watching, because she was now deliberately stretching in a way that was causing Rachel to drool. Ballet was forgotten as she was stuck to her seat. She didn't move when the girls departed and it was another fifteen minutes before she felt a warm body sit next to her, she turned to see Quinn, hair still dripping wet from the shower and immediately pulled her into a lust filled kiss. Her hands moved under her hoodie and she was met with bare flesh, Quinn had been so quick in the shower that she'd not even put on a T-shirt, then Rachel remembered it was probably because she was the one wearing it. As Rachel's hands moved higher she discovered that a bra had also been forgone and she almost whimpered as her knuckles grazed the underside of Quinn's breast.

Quinn groaned as Rachel's hands grew closer to the place she wanted them most, she pulled out of the kiss for a second. "please." She whispered before locking her lips with Rachel's again, seeking out her tongue and letting her hands caress Rachel's bare thighs.

Rachel could feel her desire pooling between her legs, the touch of Quinn against her thighs was making her yearn for more. Her hands moved over Quinn's breasts, gently kneading them, she couldn't believe how good it felt, actually it was better than good and there was Quinn making those noises again. Rachel rolled Quinn's nipple with her thumb and the blonde pulled out of the heated kiss. "Fuck, that's uh."

Rachel grinned and continued her exploration, lost in a heated frenzy, her fingers ghosting across Quinn's skin as she tried to commit every touch to memory.

Quinn was just as lost in the kiss, her hands hadn't left Rachel's naked thighs, firm touches and squeezes were mixed with light traces and caresses. Her thumbs were now just below the hemline and she bravely let them slip beneath, Rachel just moaned into her mouth and tried to shift closer on the bench, making her skirt ride higher, Quinn opened an eye and could just see Rachel's panties, her fingers moved higher and she traced the line from Rachel's hip down to her centre.

"Oh god." Rachel pulled back for air, arching her head back, Quinn attacked her neck with hot opened mouthed kisses, still unable to take her eyes of the slip of material she'd now exposed and was still toying with.

Rachel didn't know where this was going, but she wanted it, all thoughts of waiting and resisting were forgotten as Quinn continued to kiss her like that and touch her there. She had no idea how long they'd been there but when Quinn's cell rang and the blonde pulled away to rummage in her bag, she could tell it was almost dusk and her ballet lesson had almost certainly long passed. She'd get in trouble next time around, but right now that didn't seem to matter, nothing else seemed to matter. Quinn was still idly running her fingers up and down her thigh as she checked the message she'd just received.

"I've got to go, but tomorrow?" Quinn reluctantly pulled away and fixed her clothes. "It's just I have this thing with my Mom and I'm trying to make things work." A blush forming across her cheeks as she locked eyes with Rachel.

"Tomorrow, yes, tomorrow sounds good." Rachel smiled. "I'm glad you're trying to make things work with your Mom." She added as an after thought.

"I'm really sorry about before, you know? It's just Finn, I got mad or something."

"You don't need to be jealous."

"I'm not jealous." Quinn scoffed, but it didn't fool either of them.

"He's never made me feel like you did today, your kisses..."

"I can't." Quinn stood suddenly. "I'm sorry." She picked up her bag and Rachel watched as she ran towards the parking lot. Slowly she followed the same path, knowing Quinn would be long gone by the time she reached her car. She'd never understood Quinn, but she had a feeling she'd be in the restroom tomorrow regardless of how she just reacted and if she didn't? Well, Rachel was sure she could find a way to get Quinn on her own again soon.


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