Disclaimer: I own nothing of Glee and everything related to it. Just borrowing Quinn and Rachel for a bit.

Spoilers: Flashback scenes from '2.04 - Duets' forward.

Rachel Berry. Annoyingly passionate. Diva. Broadway star. Tony Award winner. Grammy Award winner. Lesbian.

Rachel knew she was going to make the big time ever since she could sing about it at the age of three. Gold stars and Barbra Streisand kept her believing that she was going to make it and she did.

The last point on her list, although she's been out of the closet since before graduating from NYADA, she's never wanted anyone else besides the one girl who stole her heart at sixteen. The girl who tortured her then made her scream her name endlessly in the throes of passion. The girl who unknowingly still has her heart, is none other than one Quinn Fabray.

Rachel knew they we're perfect for each other and those who knew about them what happened in that tree house (only because Brittany told them the real reason why she ushered them inside so quickly), those being Santana, Brittany, Kurt, Tina, Puck and Mercedes, thought they were absolutely perfect for each other. It was just the eight of them camped out at Santana's for a week during their summer before junior year (and if you ask Santana if she enjoyed one of the best weeks of her summer that involved hanging with the glee kids, then she'll deny it straight out!).

Thinking of the summer that changed her life, as she pulls down her night mask and she lets herself succumb to sleep in first class as the plane levels out from take off, her dreams begin to recall the week it all started…

Rachel had been eying off Quinn all summer. Every time the two girls crossed paths, Rachel turned in the other direction or took the long way around or simply just went home to relieve herself of her pent-up sexual frustration involving Quinn Fabray.

Just as she stepped out the shower after making herself come twice because of the blonde, she heard the familiar tune of Don't Rain On My Parade blaring somewhere near by. Drying a hand off, she rushed into her bedroom and leapt onto her bed to get to her phone.

Picking it up, she caught a glance at the caller ID – Santana Lopez.

"Good afternoon, Santana. To what do I owe the pleasure of receiving a call from you?" the brunette greeted brightly.

"Can it, man-hands. I'm calling to invite you to my annual Summer Slumber Shindig, not because I want but because I have to. Bring enough clothes to sleep in and plenty of swimsuits to last at least a few days. Be at my house at 3pm tomorrow. Got it?" the fiery Latina let off in one breath.

"Okay then. I'll be there. Oh, Santana, one question quickly,"

"Hurry it up!"

"What made you invite me?" Rachel asked nervously.

"Quinn." And with that Santana hung up the phone.

Hearing only a familiar beep silently going off in her ear, she could feel the biggest grin spreading across her face, but as soon as it appeared it faded.

Oh crap. It's Quinn. She did this. What if it's all a big ploy to get me somewhat naked, then steal my swim suits and humiliate me? What if it's all a setup?

With her internal monologue going off at warp speed, the brunette opted to go commando and threw on some short blue denim shorts, a fitted t-shirt, some black flip flops and a black fedora. Taking one last look in the mirror to set her tousled waves on her shoulders, she grabbed her keys, phone and purse and flew downstairs, yelling a hasty "Be back soon! Love you." to her dads as she floored it out the front door, hopped in her car and took off down the street.

Worrying like nobody's business, she finally made it to the mall. Heading to the nearest store with swimsuits she could find, she made her way in the store and found the colours and cuts that suited her comfortably. She saw the low rise bikini cuts and knowing that she didn't usually go for a cut so risqué, she grabbed a few, throwing them hastily in her basket.

The brunette was so preoccupied with finding swimsuits of all cuts and colours that she failed to notice exactly who was in the store watching her every move with nothing but pure lust.

Quinn stood there, fiddling with a white and gold bikini, just watching the almost-unrecognisable brunette saunter about hurriedly in clothing that she thought she'd never, ever see the brunette wear. The blonde watched Rachel move swiftly about the store, grabbing the swimsuits she eyed off and wanted. Quinn's eyebrows rose as she saw her grab a few bikinis that she never thought the brunette would ever dream off wearing.

Trying to picture the brunette wearing the black and gold bikini she just picked up, she could feel the wetness starting to pool between her legs just at the thought of the diva looking so gorgeous… sexy. Feeling the familiar throb starting to take over, she watched as Rachel made her way to the fitting room to try some of them on. Seeing her walk in there, knowing that Rachel could possibly be topless, turned the blonde on stupidly and before she knew it, she was walking over there with the white and gold bikini she had in her hands to cover up the fact that she had to get herself off now.

Rachel knew all the bottoms and one pieces would fit her but the tops of some of the bikinis she grabbed was what she had to double check. She knew she wasn't well endowed, but she wasn't a disappointment either. Thanking God that she opted to go commando, she took her fedora and t-shirt off and discarded them to the floor. Grabbing the top of the black and gold bikini, she undid it and put it on.

Finding it a little difficult to tie up she heard a familiar whimper coming from the stall next to her. Wondering who made that sound, she crouched down a little ways, dipped her head and recognised the toe-curling feet next to her.

Oh my God! Shit! Quinn's next to me. And she's making those sounds! But hang on, there's only one pair of feet, so that must mean she's alone… the brunette trailed off in her thoughts, wandering what the heck the blonde was doing.

Suddenly, it hit her like a tonne of bricks.

She's getting herself off! That's actually pretty hot. The brunette mused to herself, with a smirk creeping upon her face.

Hearing Quinn continue her ministrations, Rachel managed to tie the bikini top up, all while feeling herself becoming wetter. Opening the door to take a look in the mirror from a better angle, she was met with a flustered Quinn walking out of the stall next to her.

Stopping dead in her tracks upon seeing Rachel, all the blonde could see was how gorgeous she looked in that bikini top and those sinfully short shorts.

Seeing nothing but lust painted over the blonde's face, Rachel walked up to her, closing what was left of the distance between them and laid a searing kiss upon the blonde, making sure to press her chest into Quinn's as she kissed the living shit out of her.

Pulling her lips off of the stunned blonde, the only thing Rachel could see was lo- no, lust swirling within those green eyes belonging to the cheerleader.

"That was so… fucking… hot, Quinn." The brunette breathed into her ear, adding a lick up her lobe for effect.

The blonde gasped at Rachel's use of illicit language and looked stunned towards to brunette, wondering just how much she'd heard.

Rachel smirked at the blonde and turned on her heel and walked back in the stall, sending a "I look forward to seeing you tomorrow afternoon, Quinn." over her shoulder and like that, she closed the door.

Quinn stood there, perplexed as her body caught up with her mind's need to get the hell out of there. She dropped the bikini she had in her hands and high tailed it out of the store, heading towards her car with only one destination in mind: her shower. But before getting there, her body defiled her twice as she drove along. Dips and bumps in the road did nothing for the ache she felt between her legs as she had to stop twice to come and ride out two frustrating powerful orgasms.

Little did Quinn know, Rachel relieved herself just seconds after she floored it out of the store.

Finally making it home, she flew in the front door, threw a quick "Hi Mom!" towards the kitchen, tore up the stairs, removing articles of clothing as she found her bedroom and barged into her bathroom, with only one idea in mind: fucking herself senseless enough that she won't touch Rachel for the next few days.

Four hours, two batteries and seventeen glorious orgasms later, the blonde made her way out of her bathroom and flopped down onto her bed. Not caring about getting dressed or about the fact that she missed dinner, she slid under her covers and let her happily sated body drift peacefully off to sleep.

Little did Rachel know that she was all Quinn saw every time the blonde rode out another orgasm.

Rachel made her way up Santana's driveway with the black and gold bikini she tried on yesterday underneath her short black skirt and white tank top. Finding the front door, all she found was a note written in purple crayon attached to it:

'Summer Slumber Shindig people are to go around the side gate.

Love Sanny and Britts :) xo'

Knowing Santana would curse Brittany for writing her name as 'Sanny', she did as she was asked and followed the cobblestone path leading around the side of the Lopez residence and stopped at the gate. Taking a deep breath, she opened the gate and walked in.

"Hey Rach!"called Mercedes, Tina and Kurt together.

"Rachel! You made it!" Brittany practically screamed, enveloping the tiny brunette in a bone-crushing hug.

"Happy to see you to Brittany." She smiled.

"Hey there my sexy Jewish-American princess." Puck smirked as he walked over and pulled her into a one-armed hug.

"Well, you made it man-ha- ow! I mean Rachel." Santana corrected herself as Brittany nudged her in the ribs.

Rachel returned her greetings when she caught a flash of honey blonde out the corner of her eye.

Quinn rose out of the water, wearing that white and gold bikini she went back for that morning and sauntered up the pool steps, hips swaying as she took each step. Rachel's eyes raked Quinn's body with lust as she trailed up endless tanned legs to taught abs to a bikini top that left little to the imagination, to wet, plump lips and up to green eyes that sparkled in the sunlight.

Seeing Rachel's reaction to her graceful exit from the pool, Quinn walked around to where her towel was by the deck chairs half way up along the pool and stretched out, taking in all the sun she could get, knowing that her every movement would turn the brunette on more than she already was.

As Quinn began to towel herself off, Rachel dropped her things, removed her skirt, singlet, fedora and flip-flops and ran towards Quinn, gathering her around the waist and spear tackled her back into the pool.

Once the two girl's heads resurfaced, Quinn grabbed Rachel, getting ready to slap her.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she spat at the diva.

Rachel grabbed Quinn's hands and placed one on her hip and the other into her bikini bottoms and leaned into Quinn's ear.

"I had to tackle you in here, so you could feel exactly how wet you just made me." Rachel breathed into the stunned blonde's ear, adding her trademark lick up her earlobe for effect.

"Oh… my God, R-Rach. We need to get out of here now. Every one's watching us." Quinn whimpered in Rachel's ear.

"Is it because every one is watching us and you don't want be seen dead with me? Or is it because you want to fuck the living shit out of me right now?"

"Rach…" the stunned cheerleader breathed.

"I thought it was the latter." Rachel smirked as she removed Quinn's hands from her and swam towards the steps.

Leaving Quinn nervously in her wake, Rachel walked over to her things and scooped up her towel. Successfully drying herself off, she walked back over to the deckchairs and laid down. Fishing out her coconut oil, she started rubbing some in to her already tan legs, having only eyes for Quinn as the blonde just trod water watching the diva continue her ministrations on herself.

After an hour of swimming around and playing water games with the others just to cool herself down, she saw the tree house that she spent a lot of time with Santana and Brittany in when they were younger and with that she remembered how beautiful the sunset was from up there. Noticing the sun starting to go down, she walked over to Rachel, who was having a chat and a laugh with Brittany about some funny cat story Brittany was harping on about.

Finding her target, she bent down off to Rachel's side and whispered in her ear.

"I'm going up the tree house. Be up there within five minutes."

The brunette's breath hitches, feeling the blonde breathing words only for her to hear. Losing her ability to talk all of a sudden, all she could do was calmly nod her head in response. Quinn left Rachel in her wake as she scooped up a towel, threw it over her shoulder and headed to the tree, with climbing it the only thing on her mind right now.

People might call Brittany stupid, but when it came to love and reading people, she's one of the intuitive and smartest people you'd ever meet. She saw every thing that happened between Quinn and Rachel today and just knew there was something more, so when she saw Quinn approach Rachel, then walk away, she knew exactly what Quinn was going do – she did the same thing to Santana at their last Summer Slumber Shindig. So when she saw Quinn begin to climb the tree, that was when she started to hustle every one into the house for some dinner, hoping that the cheerleader was going to do the same to Rachel.

Rachel noticed Brittany being to hustle everyone in for dinner, silently thanking the blue-eyed blonde and patiently waited the five minutes that Quinn requested then made her way over to the tree and started climbing. Having reached the top, she found the cheerleader laid back on the mattress up there surround by a few strategically, but well-burnt candles that highlighted the sheer perfection of how beautiful she thought Quinn was.

She noticed how big the tree house was when she noticed she was able to comfortably stand in it. Seeing that it was still regularly used, she was thankful that Quinn thought of the candles because as soon as she laid down next to the blonde, she knew she wasn't going to move anytime soon.

"Come here." Quinn huskily breathed, motioning the words with her finger.

Rachel did as she was asked, tossing her towel and flip flops aside and knelt down near the blonde's hip. Throwing her leg over the cheerleader's hips, she straddled the blonde, causing her to groan when settled her weight on the blonde.

"Before anything happens, I must know your intentions. What is that you want from me Quinn? To be my first, then humiliate me? To get me, begin to bed me then walk away? I know you don't do feelings but this time, I need to know."

Upon hearing these words, Quinn propped herself up on an elbow and pulled the brunette down into a passionate kiss… not one that was meant for just sex, but one that meant forever. A kiss that Quinn put everything she felt for Rachel, telling her that she is completely in love with her. A kiss that Rachel reciprocated with as much love and feeling as Quinn placed into it.

Rachel felt everything…

Sleeping in a plane had its disadvantages: turbulence and being woken by staff in time for landing. Turns out nature's turbulence beat the first class flight attendant to it.

After landing and getting cleared through Italian customs, she turned her phone back on. After having messages and missed call notifications flood in, she checked her twitter and facebook. She know she's friends with Quinn and every now and then, takes it upon herself to face-stalk her every now and then… now being on of those times.

Quinn Fabray

Ciao, bella Roma ;)

12 minutes ago via mobile, near Rome, IT.

WHAT?! Quinn's in Rome?!

Rachel didn't even have time to answer her own question before flash bulbs started going off in her face. Making her way to a waiting car, after finally ridding most of the paparazzi, there she noticed the girl who still had her heart nine years later.

Watching Quinn place her suitcase in the trunk and proceed to get in the backseat, all Rachel could think was how much this is either a karmic slap in the face or fate.

Opting with the latter, she shoved a handful of bills in the driver's hand,

"Follow that car!"